TO MY LOVELIESSSS
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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official daine visual archive
art blog(derogatory)
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
KIROKAZE

gracie abrams
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
The Stonewall Inn

Product Placement

if i look back, i am lost
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NASA
YOU ARE THE REASON
Cosimo Galluzzi
Color Me Curious
Claire Keane
todays bird

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TO MY LOVELIESSSS
I will be reopening this OC under a different account, the link is this: ignite-theflame-dahling.tumblr.com. Just copy and paste and FOLLOW!!! :)
College, he really, really loved college. But it was the new semester, and that meant new classes. Which he was currently running late for. He rushed into the class right before the professor began speaking and sat next to a red headed girl. He took a deep breath before taking out his notebook.
The red-head rolled her eyes and kicked her feet up on her desk, giving her curls a flip, to end the conversation. Amber frowned a little at her and leaned in to help him. "Uh, sorry for Hazel. She's a bit bitchy today," She shot the girl a glare through gritted teeth before looking back at the boy. "This is Psych Intermediate."
"— You know there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, right?"
Amber felt chills run up her spine as she watched him move closer to her, his body heat radiating onto her. She smiled up at him, peering into his eyes as she nodded quietly. God, he was so damn fine. It was hard to believe he was hers.
"Of course."
Amber had been jotting down lyrics to a new melody in her head, humming along before coming to a stop. A strange blunt sounded repeated outside her window, as if something small was pelting the thick glass. She stood to investigate, tugging on her small Victorias...
Amber rested her elbows on the window will and shrugged. "Can't go to sleep until I finish this song. I'll lose it by morning if I go to sleep now," She shrugged, her long dark hair flowing down her neck to her small waist.
"I would call you a dime, but personally, I think you’re worth far more than just ten cents. More like a million stacks of pennies, princess."
Amber handed him his autograph sweetly, a smile crossing her exotic features. "That was the best pickup line I've heard from a fan all day," She complimented.
Dylan knew that he shouldn’t have been there. If her parents saw, he knew that the both of them would be dead in a matter of seconds. He counted off the windows of her house until he found hers and grabbed a couple of small rocks. There was no other way to get her attention, and all he could do was hope that this worked. After throwing a couple, he waited a bit and just hoped that she wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see her.
Amber had been jotting down lyrics to a new melody in her head, humming along before coming to a stop. A strange blunt sounded repeated outside her window, as if something small was pelting the thick glass. She stood to investigate, tugging on her small Victorias Secret spandex, as she pulled back the designer curtains. Her heart thudded, a smile creeping up on her face. She pulled the latch and opened the window, leaning out to greet him. "How did you get past the security system? And where I live, more importantly," She questioned, gazing at him, a brow raised as she remembered her parents bumped up on security, to ensure crazed fans stayed out.
Amber blushed slightly, then laughed softly as she pulled back a strand of hair out of her eyes, fumbling for the right words even though she was the celebrity he was gawking over. It was something about this eyes that she couldn't function with, that'd never happened with a fan before. "Well...yeah," She confirmed.
Neighbors AU? Like Muse A and Muse B are neighbors, Muse A is a quiet one, spending time reading and all while Muse B has like party all week, so they hate each other’s guts but that’s not only the reason. There’s like sexual tension because no one knew that they were ex-lovers before. One day they got caught up in the elevator incident and got stuck for a long time. Boom bam, elevator sex which made their complicated relationship even more complicated?
Keaton and Amber?
"I saw the hickeys on your neck and they aren’t from me. Are you cheating on me?"
Amber's fingers instinctively brushed her neck, a flush of pink arose in her cheeks as she pulled her PINK hoodie snugly around her throat as she looked at the ground.
vertical/personal
Sexual Sunday (Closed)
"Jack, I just really need you here. I haven't seen you in a few days, due to all the promoting I've been doing for the album. And I know just how to make up for it," She smirked, tracing the intricate engravings in her vanity as she held the phone to her ear.
Peter had spent the past hour gathering flowers. He put them all in a small wicker basket and was now walking around town. He had been giving them out to random strangers, hoping to cheer them up in some way. He slowed down, stopping in front of a stranger before taking a flower out of the basket, extending it to the other.
”H-Here! D-Do you want a flower, it’s really pretty…like you! Flowers always make me happy.”
Amber had been signing an autograph, and as the dazed fangirl walked away, giggling uncontrollably, Amber turned to face this stranger, who held out a flower to her.
'Ashley', she signed back, plastering a smile on her soft features. Lying bothered her deeply, but yet she learned the business was full of lying. That's how you get ahead of the game. But in this case, how to beat fangirls and paparazzi.
'It's nice to meet you,' he signed, kicking his feet. She seemed nice enough. 'You look like you're in hiding,' he signed again, gesturing to the sunglasses on her face
Amber shrugged, then signed, 'I'm very sensitive to lighting'.
Amber immediately understood, her cheeks flushing red as she nodded, then signed back, ‘So sorry, I didn’t realize that you were hearing impaired, please forgive me’. Going on tour had benefits, one meeting all kinds of people who can introduce new foods, languages and...
'Ashley', she signed back, plastering a smile on her soft features. Lying bothered her deeply, but yet she learned the business was full of lying. That's how you get ahead of the game. But in this case, how to beat fangirls and paparazzi.