at the bottom of everything;

Jane Darling. 20. Junior. Art studio major at Auradon University. No, I'm not lost in Neverland; yes, I get asked that a lot.

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I Need Entertainment

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kinglyben‌:

kol-calamity-blog‌:

ANONYMOUS TIME!!!! (or ask in character!)

HYE have you ever?

FMK fuck marry kill

KHC kiss hug cuddle

NML a night, a month or for life?

AMA ask me anything

HON hot or not?

WWY well would you?

WYR would you rather? 

TOD truth or dare?

SMW ship me with?

TOT this or that?

WIS who I ship? (with myself, or with others – specify) 

or anything else hilariously entertaining you can think of!  

[supernovc]

Dear best friend

Jane Fucking Darling, 

You are my other half. The second pea in my pod, the yin to my yang (even though we’re basically the same), the leaf on my tree… I really can’t make up analogies. I love you more than I thought I could love anyone. I need you more than I thought I ever needed anyone. My Pops always said that a best friend is the person you find yourself thinking of most and he was right. Everything that happens to me, I want to experience with you. Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for everything.

- Row

@ncturdarling

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selenasrivera‌:

Selena shook her head, her hair falling out from behind her ears. Oops. That wasn’t good when her hands were covered in baking ingredients, and she tried to shake her head to get it back out of her way, only making the situation worse. Resigned, she went to wash her hands twice – first before she touched her hair, then again after she’d pulled it into a ponytail so she didn’t contaminate their ingredients. “I’ve seen it in grocery stores; it’s usually near the Jell-O? Not that that’s a good omen. Food shouldn’t jiggle like that!” Selena giggled, wrinkling her nose in distaste. “And you could… I don’t know, paint a swirl of colors inside of a white bowl that vaguely looks like a toilet? There’s a lot of potential here,” Selena teased, although she shuddered a little bit at the idea. “Okay, okay, it’s a terrible idea on all accounts! I can’t be brilliant all the time,” she teased, although she blushed saying it. Even pretending not to be humble around a friend made her feel a little odd, apparently. She pulled out the mixer and started it, the loud noise keeping her from saying anything to Jane for a moment, before she finished up her task, vomit no longer on her mind at all. “Does this look like the right consistency? Because if it does, then that means we get to start on the fun part!”

Jane wrinkled her nose, but even as she did, her smile widened. “Selena,” she said, unable to hold back her laughter, even as she looked toward the other. It wasn’t a deprecating laugh, but an appreciative one. It wasn’t a brilliant idea, no, but it was weird and funny and creative; all things that Jane loved and respected, both generally and in the girl beside her. She stymied her laugh and saddled closer to her friend with the pan she’d retrieved in her hands. “Okay, maybe not ‘brilliant,’ but even when you’re not having brilliant ideas you’re being brilliant. That’s just who you are.” It was a little more serious than their conversation may have called for, but Jane knew the other girl well enough to identify when she was being a little too humble. Jane had a very big head, and she saw it as her duty to spread bits of that confidence to the people she cared about when she could. (It helped that she truly believed Selena was brilliant, regardless of whether the other might say as much.) She set to work preparing the pan using Auradon’s hottest trend - coconut oil, which she’d heard more than enough about the previous year - before glancing over to Selena’s bowl. “Looks great,” Jane said, astutely, before she shrugged with a lazy smile. “I’m just kidding, I have no freaking clue. Looks good, though.” And to prove her latest point, Jane popped a finger into the mixture and into her mouth. She smiled. “Mmm, salmonella,” she fake-moaned. “Seriously, though, I’m in love with these cookies already.”

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dahlialabouff‌:

The second Jane said she was on board (a term that made her giggle given the subject at hand) Dolly’s imagination was running wild. She already knew how she’d decorate the box, just like the deck of a ship at sea with the added festivity of the season. But if she were doing this in a shoe box, the pirates would have to be pretty small; Dahlia was skilled with a needle and thread, but so skilled that she could make Lego-people sized sweaters? Oh, but how cute would they be? Not big enough to really appreciate the aesthetic, she reminded herself, the need for a bigger work area for their pirate party would be necessary. The size of a tree topper, perhaps. Jane’s suggestion had her eyes sparkling, the picture of a garland-clad ship floating back to the forefront of her mind. “Oh, that’s perfect!” Dolly exclaimed, hands clapped together. “How about you get started on the ship and I’ll work on the pirates? We’ll need at least three, right? And I’ll make some little sails for the ship as well. Little ugly sweater pattern ones!”

She always loved when an artistic endeavor came together. The smile on Dolly’s face, coupled with the strong sense of satisfaction coursing through Jane, meant that their pirate plans were well underway. It was a nice change of pace from the droll green and red snowflakes that had been littered about the campus the last few weeks. “Aye aye, Captain,” Jane replied, with the tiniest of smiles, before she stepped to the cabinet of supplies and mulled over their possibilities. She was rusty on her carpentry skills, which meant the boat would have to be papier-mache; but, with the right amount of care (and copious amounts of paint), the result would be similar. “At least three sounds good,” Jane agreed, mind momentarily retreating to the far-away stories of her mother about adventure and piracy. Three was maybe not realistic, but hey, if they were going for realism they’d stick Harry Hook on a diorama and call it a day. “Oh, and yes, please go with the tackiest patterns you can think of. This is making me so happy right now.” She smiled genuinely at the other girl. Jane was excited to see Dolly’s handiwork.

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text 🌟 jannie

Lonnie: Random? Yes. But TOTALLY worth it. Oh my god what in the world could've made us look /that/ happy.

Lonnie: Little Lonnie thought she was all that for sure lol

Jane: Ikr?? Maybe we were playing with (read: torturing) Danny

Jane: That's alright, lil Jane definitely though little Lonnie was all that too. That's why the friendship always worked

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hookedonharriet‌:

Maybe not, but I’d be willing to wager more problems than you think can be solved by one. Have you ever actually tried?

... No? You know, basically no one in Auradon has tried solving a problem with a pirate ship outside of you, your crew, and Uma’s crew. 

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wrckitrowan·:

Rowan snorted in laughter and cut around a corner, losing sight of Jane for a moment. She knew her dorms rather well and thought of the floor as a maze. Almost like Pac-Man except without any ghosts trying to hurt them. Rowan came around another corner and was nearing the laundry room door when all of a sudden Jane got to the doorway first and blocked the path. Stopping in her tracks, Rowan looked at Jane with a knowing smile. “I can release all your secrets on the internet and not feel the least bit guilty.” She teased. Of course it was an empty threat because Row would NEVER do that to her best friend, however, she would threaten her nonetheless.

Jane’s mouth fell open in an expression of feigned shock. Of course, she knew the threat was empty - Row looked a little too smiley to do something so malicious, and also, this was Row - but Jane would play along. “You’re a dirty liar, Wreck,” she chided, “we both know you’d feel terrible immediately after. You’re no criminal mastermind.” She held her position for another moment before shrugging with another smile. “But that actually was the password, so...” and without another warning (but a small fit of laughter), Jane danced ungracefully backward and targeted the nearest laundry basket. It was shocking how many students left their belongings behind for break; but then again, Jane was a hoarder, so maybe this was the healthy alternative. In her quest to find the comfiest blanket in the smallest period of time, Jane tossed all of the errant towels and other washed items in Rowan’s direction to slow her down. This was war.

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hasira-mwitu‌:

Oh, that’s not a big shock. Wait- I’m confused. People got touchy with Christmas kissing but New Years kissing is all bets are off?

Yes... kind of? I guess Christmas is cute and sentimental and all, but New Years is the time to get dirty. I can’t say it makes much sense to me, but I’ve never been all that festive in the first place.

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INSTAROYAL: @NCTURDARLING UPLOADED A NEW PHOTO.

i’m not good at resolutions. instead i’ll just wish: here’s to more art in 2019 and more time with people who make the times i’m not making art bearable... you know who you are

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hasira-mwitu‌:

So, how does this new years thing work again? You make a list of wishes for the year and by midnight you gotta seal it with a kiss or something? Or am I thinking of a genie?

I actually think it’s a lot less deep than that. Basically, people just want to make out, and the calendar being as it is gives them a semi-okay excuse. I like the idea about the wishes, though.

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dizzy-t‌:

Well, it’s just a good thing I have my own pair of scissors, just in case you move on to taking every pair in the school. Why do you need all of them? You only need one pair to cut them down, and you know you could always, like, tell the RA or something? Isn’t it their job to keep people in line?

I have no idea. I’ve gone out of my way to not know what RAs do. Besides, I know they probably wouldn’t cut them all down methodically as I have, so I had to take justice in my own hands. But you can rest easy; I haven’t resorted to pilfering yet.

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uridouglas‌:

It was necessary to take all of them?

Yes, it was. Is the sass necessary? I’m doing a public service here, Douglas.

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vitanikiwa‌:

See, now there’s the kinda info I’m looking for. I was really hoping I wasn’t about to get a lecture about how I should of been better stocked before things closed, that’s not gonna do me any good now. They keep the kitchens up during the holidays, right? I’m not gonna go in there and find a bunch of rotten food that they forgot to toss out before the staff went on holiday, too?

Classes are out for the season, so there’s no lectures to be found here. That’s a really, really valid question though. I’d say the only way to find out is to go for it but, well... you don’t really want to find out the hard way. If nothing else, there’ll be plenty of holiday candy. That stuff’s so processed that it basically never goes bad. Probably.

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happyevieafter‌:

Think of it as less of a reprimand and more of a suggestion! And don’t be silly, Jane, its Christmas time; the perfect time to buy a nice girl her own pair of super fabulous scissors, wouldn’t you agree? I might take you up on showing you some new designs, though. I need an outside perspective sorely.

Okay, fair points were made. In the spirit of Christmas I’ll let you get me a present, because I’m nice like that. But that means I owe you one, too, so you’d better be sending me a list ASAP. Just tell me when and where.

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text 🌟 jannie

Jane: So this is probably (hopefully?? I guess) the most random text you'll get this week BUT I'm looking over these old albums with my family and I couldn't not send this.

Jane: [attachment: young jane and lonnie cheesing hard]

Jane: We're pretty cute. Not as cute as we thought we were... but still, cute.

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I care for you more than anyone else on this earth and that terrifies me.

ANONYMOUSLY MESSAGE ME ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL ME BEFORE 2018 ENDS.

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I really love that you understand me

ANONYMOUSLY MESSAGE ME ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL ME BEFORE 2018 ENDS.