Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed.
Legally Blonde (2001) dir. Robert Luketic
wallacepolsom

★
Keni

oozey mess
ojovivo

Janaina Medeiros
untitled
Three Goblin Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
sheepfilms
will byers stan first human second
official daine visual archive
Cosmic Funnies
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
No title available

Kiana Khansmith

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

Origami Around
Sade Olutola
Jules of Nature
seen from Russia

seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Belgium
seen from Malaysia

seen from Singapore

seen from Türkiye
seen from Belgium
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Austria

seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from Bangladesh

seen from Indonesia

seen from Japan
seen from Italy

seen from Singapore
seen from Germany
@mirabilismusae
Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed.
Legally Blonde (2001) dir. Robert Luketic
𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦 continued from here.
Jacques stopped at his sister’s door and let out a sigh. He was unsurprised that even her bed was pristine and made up perfectly. Still, perhaps the slight twinge of annoyance that rose up in him as he noticed was a little unfair. They both had their roles to play. And if she was going to do a good job keeping up her image and doing what she was supposed to, as far as Jacques was concerned, there was less reason for that pressure to be on him. It meant he could get away with more.
When she spoke, he did his best to keep his eyeroll subtle. “Right. I guess I’ll just bring this notebook to the next room over, then. My mistake.” To emphasize his point, he held up the notebook in question. Something that must’ve gotten mixed up when they were packing or in the confusion of move-in day, as soon as he’d seen it among his things he’d immediately noticed it didn’t belong. The style of it was decidedly not his.
﹝ ♚ ﹞ ⸻⸻ SHE WOULD KNOW THAT VOICE anywhere. immediately she stiffens, focus now razor - sharp on making certain that the corners of the bed were as crisp as could be. keeping her back to him as she goes over the final touches, gathering her strength before turning to give him that patented Angelique smile. the one that never met her eyes.
❛ don’t be like that, jaq, ❜ she murmurs, reaching to take the notebook from him. though it wasn’t quite something she recognized, it was most likely a spare her mother had packed assuming angelique didn’t have enough. how’d it end up in his things? never mind, she couldn’t worry about that today. ❛ thank you for bringing it by. would you mind putting it on my desk in the second drawer? i need to rearrange my school supplies anyway before class. and you should go through yours as well. ❜
let’s play!
seems like jezebelle fae is need of some connections here in drearwood. if interested in developing a relationship, simply give this post a like and i’ll send you a message for us to plot something out. listed below are some ideas of relationships i’m interested in jezebelle having, but they are not the only ones! if you have something in mind that doesn’t necessarily fit, feel free to let me know!
Welcome to Drearwood, JEZEBELLE FAE. We are so happy to have the child of MALEFICENT here at Drearwood! We heard you look like EIZA GONZALEZ, go by SHE/THEY and are 22 years old. You are an ONLY CHILD. Well, Bippidi Boppodi Boo! { mack, 23 , cst, she/they }
﹝ ♚ ﹞ ⸻⸻ HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN EVERY TIME? she swears it has to be the work of some imp or something running wild in the school that always lead to her bed being a mess no matter how many times she made it before leaving her dorm.
but here it is, yet again in disarray despite her remembering vividly that she had left it picture-perfect when she had left in the morning. with a sigh, she begins smoothing out the sheets; making sure to make the corners nice and tight before going to give the same treatment to the pillows. there, that looks better.
❛ forgive me, ❜ she starts, giving the final adjustment to her bed before finally looking up to address whomever had entered. hands wiping on her side as she manages a small smile for them, hoping their presence wasn’t a prelude to bad news. ❛ but unless you’re harlow rider, i think you’re in the wrong room. ❜
𝗢𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥
Oscar had already flirted his way into another girl’s bedroom, and the school year had barely even started. She told him her room number and told him to meet her there because she had some things she needed to do first. So, he headed there. The door was open and was met with a different girl. Oscar decided that the other girl had given him the wrong room number, though by accident or on purpose he wasn’t sure. Either way, he smirked as he was given the perfect opportunity to mess with his new “roommate.”
“Oh, I am Harlow Rider,” he assured her, walking over to the empty bed and plopping himself down onto it. He reached up to interlock his fingers behind his head to relax, already proud of himself.
﹝ ♚ ﹞ ⸻⸻ SO IT WAS GOING TO BE this kind of day. well, this could either be fun, or turn out badly. she continues to smile at the intruder, knowing perfectly well that he was not her roommate. she’d already looked up the incoming students on her phone as soon as she’d unpacked. but she could play along. never let it be said she didn’t know how to have fun!
❛ oh, is that the case? well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, harlow. ❜ she murmurs sweetly, going to sit down by his feet. hands resting folded in her lap. ❛ perhaps now that you’re here, we can go over some ground rules? ❜
﹝ ♚ ﹞ ⸻⸻ HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN EVERY TIME? she swears it has to be the work of some imp or something running wild in the school that always lead to her bed being a mess no matter how many times she made it before leaving her dorm.
but here it is, yet again in disarray despite her remembering vividly that she had left it picture-perfect when she had left in the morning. with a sigh, she begins smoothing out the sheets; making sure to make the corners nice and tight before going to give the same treatment to the pillows. there, that looks better.
❛ forgive me, ❜ she starts, giving the final adjustment to her bed before finally looking up to address whomever had entered. hands wiping on her side as she manages a small smile for them, hoping their presence wasn’t a prelude to bad news. ❛ but unless you’re harlow rider, i think you’re in the wrong room. ❜
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗢𝗪
He hadn’t made it to his room yet - having decided to wander the halls instead. His parents would send people with his stuff to set up - there wasn’t much to do. Of course he could have gone to meet his roommate but the previous year it had been such a mess that he didn’t find himself looking forward to meeting them this year. He hadn’t even checked the name on his entrance information - instead, he had simply ignored all the things Drearwood had sent him enjoying his summer to the fullest.
However, he had to go back sometime and as the sun started going down the boy finally made his way back to his room.. . and ran into a gorgeous girl. One who seemed to already know his name. “Uh I’m Harlow. Who are you?”
﹝ ♚ ﹞ ⸻⸻ NERVES FINALLY SETTLING as she finishes up the last rogue wrinkle, pleased to note that she hadn’t been caught with a messy room. there would be no coming back from that if her parents heard that her room was anything less than picture-perfect.. first impressions counted more than anything, and she needed to make sure she left only the best; regardless of how busy she might have been.
❛ angelique beaumont, ❜ the girl falls into a curtsey, smile still in place as she slowly rises. perhaps he hadn’t had a chance to look over the rooming assignments? well, not to worry. they could fix that now. ❛ it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, harlow. i’m your new roommate for the year. i hope you don’t mind i took the bed by the window? ❜
﹝ ♚ ﹞ ⸻⸻ HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN EVERY TIME? she swears it has to be the work of some imp or something running wild in the school that always lead to her bed being a mess no matter how many times she made it before leaving her dorm.
but here it is, yet again in disarray despite her remembering vividly that she had left it picture-perfect when she had left in the morning. with a sigh, she begins smoothing out the sheets; making sure to make the corners nice and tight before going to give the same treatment to the pillows. there, that looks better.
❛ forgive me, ❜ she starts, giving the final adjustment to her bed before finally looking up to address whomever had entered. hands wiping on her side as she manages a small smile for them, hoping their presence wasn’t a prelude to bad news. ❛ but unless you’re harlow rider, i think you’re in the wrong room. ❜
𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦
Jacques stopped at his sister’s door and let out a sigh. He was unsurprised that even her bed was pristine and made up perfectly. Still, perhaps the slight twinge of annoyance that rose up in him as he noticed was a little unfair. They both had their roles to play. And if she was going to do a good job keeping up her image and doing what she was supposed to, as far as Jacques was concerned, there was less reason for that pressure to be on him. It meant he could get away with more.
When she spoke, he did his best to keep his eyeroll subtle. “Right. I guess I’ll just bring this notebook to the next room over, then. My mistake.” To emphasize his point, he held up the notebook in question. Something that must’ve gotten mixed up when they were packing or in the confusion of move-in day, as soon as he’d seen it among his things he’d immediately noticed it didn’t belong. The style of it was decidedly not his.
﹝ ♚ ﹞ ⸻⸻ SHE WOULD KNOW THAT VOICE anywhere. immediately she brightens up, concerns with any further tidying up forgotten. pace quick, though still graceful, as she glides over to embrace him. eyes aglow as they find his face, smile growing wide and true at the presence of her brother. it was always comforting to have him nearby, even if it had only been a short time since she’d last seen him .
❛ you know that you’re the exception, jaq, ❜ she reassure him, reaching to take the notebook from him. though it wasn’t quite something she recognized, it was most likely a spare her mother had packed assuming angelique didn’t have enough. ❛ say you’ll stay and have tea with me? chase away some of the jitters from move-in day. ❜
﹝ ♚ ﹞ ⸻⸻ BACK TO DREARWOOD AGAIN. and just how exciting it is to return to the school. to be around all the people, to have a chance to make more friends, to experience everything the world has to offer. and to push further into finding her own story.
there’s a buzz in the air she can’t shake, dropping off her belonging in her dorm room as quickly as possible so she can make her way to the rest of the campus and meet everyone. maybe introduce herself to newcomers, or get to see her friends again.
❛ it’s so exciting, isn’t it? ❜ she exclaims, greeting the first person she sees with a bright smile and offering her hand for them to shake. practically shaking with excitement; eyes shining as she bounces in place. ❛ i always love coming back here. ❜
﹝ ♚ ﹞ ⸻⸻ JUST HER LUCK. just her luck. sometimes, syrena can’t help but think that she’s cursed. that somewhere along the family tree, somebody out there pissed off the wrong person and now it’s all catching up to them. first somebody wasn’t paying attention and spilled their drink all over the front of her jeans.
and now somebody didn’t know how to clean up after themselves and left a mess of paint all over the floor without even putting up a sign. great, that’s a pair of shoes ruined and no doubt some staff member will find a way to blame her for the trail of bright purple footprints trailing down the hallway.
❛ i swear, it’s like nobody has any awareness anymore. ❜ they mutter, throwing their backpack to the floor as they wipe the soles of their trainers on the corner of the newest wall. ❛ it’s like going to school in a pigsty sometimes ... ❜
﹝ ♚ ﹞ ⸻⸻ HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN EVERY TIME? she swears it has to be the work of some imp or something running wild in the school that always lead to her bed being a mess no matter how many times she made it before leaving her dorm.
but here it is, yet again in disarray despite her remembering vividly that she had left it picture-perfect when she had left in the morning. with a sigh, she begins smoothing out the sheets; making sure to make the corners nice and tight before going to give the same treatment to the pillows. there, that looks better.
❛ forgive me, ❜ she starts, giving the final adjustment to her bed before finally looking up to address whomever had entered. hands wiping on her side as she manages a small smile for them, hoping their presence wasn’t a prelude to bad news. ❛ but unless you’re harlow rider, i think you’re in the wrong room. ❜
let’s play!
seems like charlotte valois is need of some connections here in drearwood. if interested in developing a relationship, simply give this post a like and i’ll send you a message for us to plot something out. listed below are some ideas of relationships i’m interested in angelique having, but they are not the only ones! if you have something in mind that doesn’t necessarily fit, feel free to let me know!
let’s play!
seems like syrena jones is need of some connections here in drearwood. if interested in developing a relationship, simply give this post a like and i’ll send you a message for us to plot something out. listed below are some ideas of relationships i’m interested in angelique having, but they are not the only ones! if you have something in mind that doesn’t necessarily fit, feel free to let me know!
let’s play!
seems like angelique beaumont is need of some connections here in drearwood. if interested in developing a relationship, simply give this post a like and i’ll send you a message for us to plot something out. listed below are some ideas of relationships i’m interested in angelique having, but they are not the only ones! if you have something in mind that doesn’t necessarily fit, feel free to let me know!
Welcome to Drearwood, SYRENA JONES. We are so happy to have the child of DAVY JONES and CALYPSO here at Drearwood! We heard you look like CHINA ANNE MCCLAIN, go by SHE/THEY and are 22 years old. You have ONE SIBLING. Well, Bippidi Boppodi Boo! { mack, 23 , cst, she/they }
Welcome to Drearwood, CHARLOTTE VALOIS. We are so happy to have the child of CINDERELLA and CHARMING here at Drearwood! We heard you look like JENNY BOYD, go by SHE/THEY and are 20 years old. You have TWO OLDER BROTHERS. Well, Bippidi Boppodi Boo! { mack, 23 , cst, she/they }
Welcome to Drearwood, ANGELIQUE BEAUMONT. We are so happy to have the child of BELLE and the BEAST here at Drearwood! We heard you look like ADELAIDE KANE, go by SHE/HER and are 22 years old. Your brother is Jaques Beaumont. Well, Bippidi Boppodi Boo! { mack, 23 , cst, she/they }