My favorite flower is Dandelions

Rebecca "Harley" Harlowe. Seventeen and Demi-Pansexual. Journalist for the BHHS newspaper. Yearbook Photographer.   It’s too bad that we find out dandelions are weeds. Maybe it would be nice if we just kept on thinking they were bright beautiful flowers. ((Indie rp | FCs: Keke Palmer and Jamila Thompson)) [owned by kimberleerps]

[wnq-writers]

Before you fall for me, remember that I have constellations written across my back and stars that taste like rum and berries underneath my skin. I have fire raging within my arteries and flowers planted between my ribs. I have loved and been loved and God, do I know what heartbreak is. I hold the universe within me and I will not need you.

(via oceane-water)

[i-love-harley]

N  E  W  S    R  O  O  M      by @elvesarebad

                one day at the beginning of the summer between freshman and sophomore year, harley decides she will no longer be the third wheel of the bromance bicycle that is scott and stiles.

[queen-ghold]

[enhancier]

enhancier

[i-love-harley]

This is a permanent starter call. By liking or reblogging this you’re giving me permission to message you, plot with you, tag you in random starters or things that remind me of our muses, flood you with memes, and all around spam you with stuff. Also, if you’re shy, it’s a low key way to let me know you’d like a thread.

[volatilesouls-archive]

@ ???

         ‘’ —— jogging is the WORST. i mean, i k n o w it keeps you healthy, but GOD, at what cost?‘’

                                                         ( @kimberleerps gets a randomly generated starter since you liked my permanent starter call )

[i-love-harley]

“Hey, you  c a n  do this. We’ve got one more mile to go. We’ve already done five,” Harley gives a big toothy grin, “I’m actually feeling great. Aren’t you feeling the runner’s high ?”

[dear-indies]

We are creating a masterlist for every Teen Wolf roleplayer.

The list is here. 

[i-love-harley]

Female OC

[voulair]

[i-love-harley]

ᴍ ɪ s s ᴜ s   ᴜ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ᴇ ᴅ  ⁽ʳᵉᵇᵉᶜᶜᵃ "ʰᵃʳˡᵉʸ" ʰᵃʳˡᵒʷᵉ⁾

"Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?"

[i-love-harley]

[Open Starter]

Harley chewed on her bottom lip as she focused her camera on the lacrosse game unfolding in front of her. She followed the ball, snapping a dozen or so mid-play shots. In the front pocket of her Beacon Hills’ Cyclones hoodie, nested snug against her stomach was her handy notepad, ready to record any remarkable feats. Sure, this wasn’t the number one place she would spend her Friday night, even though both her best friends were playing, but it guaranteed her a spot on the following week’s issue of the school’s newspaper.

The night was a bit crisp with a slight breeze, so everybody attending the big lacrosse match had on their warm sweaters and either had their hands tucked into their pockets or had cozy gloves on. Harley wasn’t so smart though, her fingers were going numb as she held her camera up to her face. She gently lowered the camera so it rested from where the strap rested comfortably on the back of her neck. She rubbed her chilled hands together to regain feeling, and it was when she reached into her pocket to switch from taking pictures to jotting down notes that the ball came crashing into her temple. 

The ball was small, but was hard as a rock and packed a punch like a pro-boxer. It was enough to send her falling onto her ass. And if that wasn’t enough some body-builder, brain-dead moron from the other team mistook her for a player and dove on her like it were a wrestling match and he wasn’t going to let up until she tapped out or yelled out mercy. People began to surround her, even the on hand medic came to look at her. All Harley wanted to do was melt away into nothing with her cracked camera lens.

“I’m fine, seriously! Just let the game go on.”