Three Goblin Art
Xuebing Du
Jules of Nature
Peter Solarz
trying on a metaphor
Monterey Bay Aquarium
noise dept.
$LAYYYTER
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Stranger Things
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Misplaced Lens Cap
cherry valley forever
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@theartofmadeline
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@hcllcways
🎧 ( emery & ingrid )
send “🎧” and i’ll shuffle my music and the next 5 random songs will be our muses playlist
@emcrycnn
cryin’ time - leann rimes
right here - hannah montana
i won’t leave you lonely - shania twain
#getitright - miley cyrus
i almost do - taylor swift
@ingrcds
ice ice baby - vanilla ice
the call - backstreet boys
enchanted - taylor swift
if this was a movie - taylor swift
the trouble with love - hunter hayes
🎧 (Dylan + Declan)
send “🎧” and i’ll shuffle my music and the next 5 random songs will be our muses playlist
@jdylansimon
don’t forget - demi lovato
beautiful goodbye - maroon 5
never again - kelly clarkson
chasing cars - snow patrol
not over you - max schneider
@declansilvestri
super bass - nicki minaj
scream - high school musical cast
song 2 you - victorious cast
it’s on - camp rock cast
this time - carrie underwood
☏
send me a ☏ for one voicemail left by my muse on your muse’s phone
☏ ↬ dylan: -thirty seconds of dead air followed by a heavy sigh- what am i doing; nobody leaves voicemail anymore. i just....can’t talk to you face to face. i don’t know. i’m sorry. just...ignore this.
Photoshoot : Alycia Debnam-Carey by Dani Brubaker (2017)
incorrect lesliean quotes
megan: -skipping stones on a lake- what a beautiful evening.
caleb: -whispering- take that you fucking lake.
jdylansimon:
“I think I can picture that. Someone that made all her nannies tremble.” His smile was small, yet sincere. Even if, for a moment there, he’d had the brief thought of some other little girl instead, one that had always looked up to her brothers for mischief, or a hug, or just about anything. “One day you’ll have to take me on a tour of your autograph. Like finding all those hidden Mickeys.” The warmth spread from his hand, all the way up his arm, and caused him to turn his head just slightly, look at her for a long moment. “I can’t think of a single person who would choose to wallow alone instead of enjoy your company, Brynn,” he simply pointed out, his tone too sincere for the light-hearted air around them. Too intense. “Do appreciate both - the offer and your being here. Sometimes you’re not sure what you need until they’re right beside you. What’s making your thoughts troubled, then? If you’d care to share.”
❝ YEAH, what’s that line? it’s better to be feared than loved? ❞ she bit her lip, wringing out her hands. ❝ i think i’ve taken that one a little too literally. ❞ or rather, she was too scared to give anyone the chance to love her again. ❝ well -- if we start right here in this spot, this is where i hid out after walking in on my mom and not my dad hooking up when i was nine, ❞ she said, regretting the words as soon as they left her lips. it was too much too soon; dylan didn’t need to know about that part of her life yet. or the part where she hooked up with her arch-nemesis when they were both supposed to be in relationships. ❝ uh, it’s -- a lot of things, ❞ she said, being as vague as she could. ❝ things i’m not proud of; things that would make you think less of me. you’re one of the few people around here without a tainted image of me and i’d like to keep it that way for as long as possible. ❞
jdylansimon:
“I’m just thankful my shoulders are adequately proportioned for them,” he commented, only belatedly realizing those words could bring uncalled-for attention to his appearance, and fighting back the urge to hunch over slightly. He still smiled, though, a natural response to Brynn herself doing the smiling, and gave a small nod as if to acknowledge her reasoning. “You know me, and I adhere to my strict no-spoilers policy. Although that obviously doesn’t count for a lot when we’re on an open set, it’s not me spilling the beans so to speak.” A small pause, his smile turning into something softer as he looked her in the eyes. “Am I one of your faves, or is that Michael Brewer instead?”
BRYNN pouted and took dylan’s chin between her fingers. ❝ how could michael brewer possibly compete with this? ❞ she asked, her smile returning after a moment. ❝ i’ve been a ryan girl since season one so there’s no swaying me. don’t even try it, mr. simon; you’re stuck with me. ❞ she dropped her hand to her side again and took a step back, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. ❝ i should probably get going; i have a meeting to get to. ❞
jcforrestcr:
“ I CAN’T wait to see the look on your face when you find out that they’re both normal names,” the brunette male pressed his coffee to his lips and took another swig, briefly flipping through the pages he’d been presented. “don’t worry, i won’t. anything else you’d like to inform me of?”
❝ YOU can see it now because i don’t care, jedi copernicus, ❞ she said flatly, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. she looked up again when he spoke, one eyebrow arching at his words. ❝ jc chasez will always be the better jc. ❞
simonxhong:
“Hm, I guess that is true,” he agreed.·“I don’t know, I guess I’m just a hopeless romantic that loves scenes like that. Where the couple are forced together and they tell each other some things, especially stuff that has been on their minds.” Of course, he was talking about the movies, but at the same time he was referring to Brynn herself. From their date in Chicago he began to notice how she’s been acting weirdly. He wanted to ask her directly, but because of the earthquake he couldn’t.·
BRYNN chewed on her bottom lip, his words hitting her on a personal level. she knew she’d been acting out of character since the awards show -- since she and penelope -- thinking about it brought on a wave of nausea that was more from nerves than repulsion and she shook her head, leaning into simon. ❝ spilling your guts is overrated. i’m more of a ‘fester until things boil over’ girl myself. ❞
( @hclloways )
Their last encounter had left Tate speechless, confused, and a little bit HURT, even. Brynn was one of his first and closest friends in Hollywood; there once was a point when they shared everything with each other between kisses and hand holding. While they had been broken up for a while, they still remained on good terms, and Tate had always felt close enough with her that he would never feel obligated to LIE to her. While it hurt him to see her quite literally run away from him, he wanted to know how she was doing. Plate of pancakes wrapped in tin foil in one hand, and the other holding a jug of maple syrup, he knocked on her trailer door with his elbow as best he could, simply wanting to catch up with her – and by no means press her for details; he wasn’t like that. He could SENSE that something was off with her, and he wanted to make sure that she knew he was there for her. “I come bearing gifts,” he called through the door, hoping to see her face on the other side.
BRYNN smelled the pancakes before she heard the knock on the door, pouting to herself and hating that tate knew her so well. she’d been wallowing for days while the excitement from the earthquake died down, but the real world was catching up with her again. she let out a slow breath and threw a sweatshirt over megan’s cheerleading uniform before stepping towards the door. she took another few seconds before cracking it open and peeking out. ❝ i have to be on set soon, ❞ she said, though that wasn’t necessarily true. she still had about forty-five minutes before her scene was set to film, and if they kept up the way they had been since the earthquake she’d probably be standing around waiting for a while.
Plaza punks Olsen at ‘Ingrid Goes West’ premiere. (x)
- ̗̀ 𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖 ⇢ brynn ̖́-
EMERY: don't i always?
EMERY: that is the cutest girl's night i could ever imagine. i'm so excited.
EMERY: is there a first aid kit around? it could get infected, and then you could DIE
BRYNN: it's not going to get infected
BRYNN: i might die someday but that's a long ways away