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hello vonnie
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
cherry valley forever

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Claire Keane
almost home
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Keni
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
$LAYYYTER

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@kingstcns
🎧 ( emery & ajax )
send “🎧” and i’ll shuffle my music and the next 5 random songs will be our muses playlist
@emcrycnn
gibberish - max
belief - john mayer
get naked ( i got a plan ) - britney spears
satellite call - sara bareilles
set adrift on memory bliss - backstreet boys
@cjcx
mistake - demi lovato
let ‘er rip - dixie chicks
kill the lights - britney spears
all you had to do was stay - taylor swift
what it takes - camp rock cast
🎧 (Declan)
send “🎧” and i’ll shuffle my music and the next 5 random songs will be our muses playlist
@declansilvestri
beautiful disaster - kelly clarkson
temporary home - carrie underwood
million reasons - lady gaga
no one needs to know - shania twain
i’m just a girl in love - crazy ex girlfriend cast
ofwests:
NORMALLY pip was calm and collected in high-pressure situations. emergencies didn’t faze her as much as it did others, but right now she was incapable of channeling that part of herself. she nearly cries when she hears king respond, fists banging against the wooden planks that block her way. she coughs again. “ please king, there’s so much smoke. ” it’s making her lightheaded, the way the smoke starts to roll towards her in larger clouds now. “ i’m scared. ”
A SURGE of adrenaline rushed through him -- like a mother lifting a car off their child -- and he threw aside the planks, thankful they were one of the few things in the area not on fire. once a path was cleared, he shoved through the rest of the way, a weight lifted off his chest when he saw penelope. he dropped to the ground in front of her and threw his arms around her, pulling her against him. ❝ thank god, ❞ he breathed, a relieved laugh slipping from his lips.
mcintyrcs:
“ YOU really think so?” at this point mallory was unsure of whether he was just trying to make her feel better or not. “anyway, may i ask why you’re lying on the floor?”
❝ YEAH, really, ❞ he laughed, tilting his head up towards her. ❝ i played a basketball player on a show back in the day, and i swear i played for a week straight, hours at a time, to break the brand new jordans in. it defintely did the trick, and it helped my game, too. ❞ at the mention of his position, he sat up and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. ❝ cheerleading practice, ❞ he said, wrinkling his nose. ❝ the guy i’m playing on lesliean is a cheerleader, and a producer heard i used to do gymnastics so they want me to do my own stunts. only problem is my muscles haven’t...readjusted yet. ❞
bean-hood:
Having been thoroughly checked out by the paramedics and given confirmation that she did, in fact, have a mild concussion, Bean had taken it upon herself to pay a visit to her ‘boyfriend’. It had been tough for them lately. Keeping up appearances was getting more difficult and it wasn’t as though the press hadn’t noticed; she was going to lose her mind if she read one more trashy gossip article about how their ‘relationship’ would be coming to an end. Still, she supposed it was only right that she checked he was okay, even if it was only because there was a part of her that actually cared for King and his wellbeing. She offered a half-hearted smile and a nod as he spoke. “Better than you, by the looks of things. Mild concussion.” She frowned as she glanced over him, slowing to a stop. “You gonna be okay?”
❝ NAH, they’re just flesh wounds, ❞ he said, wincing as the paramedic started stitching him up. ❝ little ones, at that. easily covered with makeup, i’m sure. although, i guess they could give me a little street cred, ❞ he joked, pretending his mind wasn’t somewhere else. ❝ is this going to take much longer? ❞ he asked the paramedic, his fingers drumming against his leg impatiently.
vcrners:
“ WHY should i feel remorseful about that exactly? she chose to leave, i didn’t chase her. okay? not everyone is cut out for hollywood.” he shrugged his shoulders, noticing king’s fist as the other male tensed up. a smirk toyed on his lips, “ and how EXACTLY are you gonna do that? you gonna take a swing at me? go ahead. i can take it.”
BEFORE he could give it a second thought, king’s arm swung out and his fist connected with eliot’s jaw. he let out a hiss of pain and held his fist in his other hand, teeth bared. ❝ as you wish. asshole. ❞
rossbutler: People sometimes call me… shade-y 😎 No, but actually. Not trying to be punny. I don’t appreciate it. @menshealthmag @menshealthserbia
penelvpc:
AS STUBBORN as she is, she never stops trying to get out, even when the smoke makes her lightheaded and her shouts for help are met with silence. in typical penelope fashion, however, she refuses to give up. she can feel herself growing more panicked now that isla is gone and she’s there on her own and although it’s only been a minute, it feels like hours. it’s then that she hears a voice, one that she could quite literally recognize anywhere, and she finds it in herself to yell again. “ king!? kingston, i’m over here! ” there’s new debris in the way that she can’t move herself, but she tries anyways, a little more desperately now. “ king! please, i’m in the back! ”
KING’S ears perked up when penelope’s voice floated through the air and he moved towards it, dodging falling debris and furniture as it came. he slowly made his way through the rubble until he reached the back of the cafe, his neck craning as he looked for her. finally he spotted her behind a pile of debris, and his heart dropped into his stomach. ❝ i’m gonna get you out, ❞ he said, cautiously approaching the debris. ❝ just hang tight, pip. ❞
text → levi + king
LEVI: Diabetes? Yeah, Spencer, I think
LEVI: Oh, shit. Fuck. Spencer? This cannot be fucking happening
LEVI: Jenna? she- knocked out? oh, my god
LEVI: I'm on my way. Thanks for letting me know, man
LEVI: Look after yourself, alright? How are you? You gonna be okay?
KINGSTON: i'm so sorry levi
KINGSTON: yeah, i'm fine. i gotta get to the cafe to make sure pip's okay
KINGSTON: we talked earlier but the call dropped
KINGSTON: i'll meet you at the hospital after
IT HAD BEEN two whole months since emmett stepped foot in his trailer. the whole ordeal had been surreal ⎯ from stepping foot from the plane back to america to walking the streets of los angeles. camera flashes would blind him with every move he made, so the privacy of the closed studios was something he greatly appreciated. however, he was taken aback when he noticed somebody already in his mostly-empty trailer. “ oh, uh. hi, ” he greeted awkwardly.
KING looked up from his place on emmett’s couch, his long limbs taking up more than the length of it. when news had arrived of emmett’s return, he’d rushed off set so quickly that he hadn’t even had the chance to take off liam’s cheerleading uniform. ❝ welcome back, ❞ he said, locking his phone and moving into an upright position. ❝ thought you could use a friendly face. ❞