(you're my) everything.

independent & selective multi-muse. ocs + canons from the 100, glee, parks & rec, and more. please read guidelines before following. written by jules.

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# Eliza Taylor being ADORABLE in her livestream on twitter (✿◡‿◡)

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rachel amber was chloe price’s santa monica dream :)

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ANDREA THOMAS & VALERIE CAMPOS-KENNEDY || HOGWARTS AU

“Getting scared, Thomas?” 

“Scared? No. Slightly turned on by the idea of embarrassing Slytherin at the game in two weeks? Yes.”

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( riley rees. )

Beneath tousled waves, the tips of Riley’s ears were searing red. A delicate combination of anger and embarrassment, but the dominant emotion coursing through her blood was rage. She had been dedicating her time to focusing on completing her half of the science project–which, she was adamant and clear about that Harrison would have to pull his weight–that she hadn’t checked social media in days. What was the point in using it? The college student would rather spare her poor eyes images of drunken frat boys acting the town idiots. Or dramatic posts that belonged in a diary rather than a public platform, adding fire to the flames. Riley had toyed with the option of deleting it altogether, if it weren’t for how convenient it was for establishing connections and catching latest news on campus.

And maybe she should’ve left. Top of her newsfeed, a very special town idiot’s name stood out, in a post about her. He had written multiple posts about her. Riley barely made it past the words ‘my date’ and her name in the same sentence before she was slamming the laptop screen shut and rushing out of her room on a boy hunt. Pulling out her phone, the brunette punched a text: Tell me where you are right now. She was seething. Who did he think he was? Gloating about how he landed her as a date to the upcoming ball, when Riley would rather drop out than be seen with the likes of his lazy, arrogant ass. Who knows who had seen what he wrote too. She had gathered a few more stares than normal, but she chalked it up to the new blonde highlights she opted for. If Harrison wanted to live, the word better not have spread to her parents.

She found him outside the main building, laughing with his friends, and probably about her. Seeing him in the flesh just fed more fuel to the burning fire in her being. She stormed towards him, ignoring the fact he was engaged in conversation with two guys when she gripped his arm. “Who the hell do you think you are?” She spat, nostrils practically flaring. Narrowing her eyes, she shot the other guys a threatening back away look. Luckily for them, they adhered. “Take those stupid posts off the Internet right now before I report you for harassment.” // @reattachmcnts

Harrison’s parents tried to sell the annual town ball as something he’d have fun at, but he knew the truth. It was a bunch of people gathered in a room for one night trying to one-up one another via their children’s accomplishments. Of course to them he, with his big plans of absolutely nothing after college, wasn’t worth bragging about, but the way he conducted himself would apparently be a reflection on the Jungs as a whole. He wouldn’t put it past his parents to make up something about him if just to remain equal with their peers. A good portion of his fellow students were attending, and in true prom-esque fashion there had been a slew of public stunts on campus with people asking others to be their dates. Harrison had been taking great pleasure in making fun of how over-the-top the whole thing was, and one night he’d gotten the hilarious idea to announce his own plans for the ball all over social media. Plans involving one Riley Rees.

They’d been spending time together as was required for them to finish their project, so it was surprisingly believable to a good portion of his class that he had convinced Riley to be his date. Even funnier was that the woman was wildly out of touch on her social media accounts, and had yet to comment on any of his (numerous) updates about the whole event. The latest he’d posted had been of his tie (a frighteningly horrible shade of green) and a general question as to whether or not this properly matched his date’s eyes. He hadn’t expected to get this much attention, since he was widely known as the school deadbeat. But he was taking it for what it was: a joke too entertaining to let up on.

The look of unadulterated fear on his friends’ faces as she approached was enough for Harrison to laugh softly before she rounded on him. “Harrassment? It’s just the internet, princess,” he teased, a residual lightness to his voice from laughing. She was terrifying, sure, and her tight grip on his arm was almost painful, but they were in public. He had some immunity here. He had his phone in his free hand, and swiped to one of the posts in question. “Look, it’s already got 200 likes,” he grinned, waving the screen close to her face. “My mom was so happy to hear. She’s probably gonna try and take us out for dinner. Y'know, date shit. Hope you like hot pot.”

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She’d gotten more used to her life now, if you can call it that. It took many trips and many kind strangers along the way for Lexa to understand that she was both here and not. She hadn’t thought of a time where Earth wasn’t irradiated. Where its population numbered in the billions. Those years were too far in the past for her to have cared when she’d had an entire people to look after. And now those past years were laid out in front of her instead. 

They called it by another name here, but it was the City of Light in Lexa’s eyes.

She turned her attention to the jukebox that sat near the door of the bar. The 80s hits that came from it weren’t as loud or pulsing as the nightclub Lexa had found herself in last time (that had been overwhelming). She liked this much better. Her hand hovered over the glass, slowly mouthing some of the titles. None of them were familiar, of course. She wondered which one was playing currently.

She felt a small body nudge at the back of her legs. Startled, Lexa took a step to the side. They’d said she couldn’t get hurt here, but she doubted that. Pain in her last life had been a great motivator for her to not seek out unnecessary danger. She met eyes with who she assumed was the dog’s master. Unfamiliar, but so were most “residents” in San Junipero. “Why would you bring your dog in here?” // @leaderist

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“So the size of the set of real numbers--that’s cardinality. And the sets I’m looking at are both infinite, but the set of reals is a bigger infinity than the set of integers. And that’s sort of the background of my research,” Hazel babbled, thrilled to have found a person who had expressed the slightest interest in her work. The look of fascination mixed with a healthy dose of confusion was something she was used to by now. Didn’t make it any less fun for her to talk about. She clinked the lip of her bottle with her newfound friend’s. She could win a Nobel Prize (maybe someday) and still value the simple comfort of being in a warm house with mediocre beer and free food in her stomach. But the sound of someone’s exasperated sigh came from somewhere beside her, and Hazel didn’t hesitate before leaning back in her spot, and squinting at the woman on the other end of the couch. “Something bothering you?” / @rosaetes

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( sydney rowen. )

Sydney had lost interest pretty fast in the conversations flowing at the party. It was typical office talk: projects, deadlines and dissing the managers when they couldn’t overhear. Hopping between the clusters of folks resulted in the same thing, and frankly, it was boring her to death. Sure, it was a gathering of work people but it was a party. Her definition of a party was hard liquor and someone puking in a flower pot by the end of the night. Not this, formal dresses and sickly sweetened wine. But alcohol was alcohol, and she downed glass after glass until her head was light. There had to be at least one person here who didn’t completely suck. Azure hues singled out a woman and Sydney had already begun to unashamedly flirt. The response earned a quirked brow. “Oh I think I do,” she replied back, leaning in more closely. “Dunno ‘bout that. I’ll believe it when I see you licking salt off my abs.” Abs was a little bit of a stretch, but for someone who ate a crap ton of instant noodles, Sydney was toned. “Unless you’re too embarrassed.” She threw it in as an afterthought, with the most self-satisfying smirk marking her features.

Confident drawl and perfect posture aside, the reply had her a bit stumped. She’d never actually done something worthy of the label of wild. But she didn’t want the stranger to go; she’d been the first person who’d approached London the entire night. Much harder to socialize when the people around her were strangers and had no need to impress her or her father. People could be exclusionary when they didn’t know she had money--a realization that was truly earth-shattering for London. This was 'the scene', wasn't it? Gone were all her social crutches; she'd have to wade her way through this herself. At least her companion hadn't seemed to pick up on just how out of place she was. She took a sip to stall for another precious second, meeting the eyes that seemed to be closer to her than ever, then shook her head. "Nothing I do is embarrassing." With a quiet authority of someone who was used to getting her way, she stretched out a hand and dragged a tiny glass towards them. London pressed it against er palm. Clean or not, it'd have to do. "What, and where?"

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work is??? possibly slowing down??? who’da thunk

anyways i’m going through stuff and i’m going to keep most of it, but realistically i will have to drop a few threads. apologies.

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📸 || “Styled by me at The Powder Room LA, hair by Jaimie ✨” (via aleckzpicha on IG)

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Taehyung + hoodie | I Need U

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( michael → jason. )

Michael: Out of everyone in this world I did not think I would run into you.

Michael: It was hard to find the words in person.

Michael: I'm sorry. I would like to make it up to you somehow.

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( veronica lodge. )

              she gives him a gentle smile. ❝apparently. everyone thinks they’re a musician these days.❞ she’s used to it from living in new york, so close to broadway. however, it usually isn’t football players who have that ambition. she takes a few steps further into the room, looking around the space. ❝i was looking for archie, but he seems to be… absent.❞ no doubt running around with his girl-of-the-week. she pulls up a chair, deciding to sit across from the boy. ❝you spend a lot of time in here?❞

“Y-yeah, they’re kind of my second team.“ The slight stutter comes out when she sits across from him. Veronica’s got the kind of eyes that Sam feels pierce straight into his soul. Or something. His guitar still rests on his knee, and he remembers himself and human speech patterns after a too-long pause. “We got an assignment to sing about home, so I’m working on that. Trying to find something that’s not country, which is actually super hard. S’cool if you wait for him here—he's not in trouble, is he?”

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Lindsey during a panel at Dystopia Con 2017

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( comet hwang. )

        — DESPITE this man’s kindness and patience with him, he couldn’t help but to feel as though he was being a burden. It was a common feeling that he was often exposed to, especially in the midst of social settings, but he constantly reminded himself that he couldn’t live his life continuously locked inside his apartment. If that meant he had to unintentionally annoy people until they grew impatient and just about blew their fuse with him, then well, there wasn’t a lot he could really do about that. “ N-Not entirely, but…thanks, I guess, “ he remarked in a tone still just as soft, finding it nearly impossible to keep his head up. He knew it was respectful to maintain eye contact with strangers, but it felt as if it was a chore to even try. Comet was about to place his order, but the barista’s joke caught him off guard. It took a few seconds, but it finally all pieced together, and when it did, a light laugh tumbled forth. “ That’s good; that’s funny, “ he pointed out as he hid his smile behind his hand, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. He always loved a good pun. “ A cappuccino sounds good. I’d like to see your milk art too. “ The way he stumbled over his words had left him, but he was still struggling to maximize the volume of his voice. “ Um, Comet…my name’s Comet. “ 

Few people laughed at what Sam liked to consider the greatest puns in the galaxy, let alone called him funny. So he grinned at that. “Comet like... space? That’s so cool, seriously. I saw Interstellar six times. Once I, y’know, got it, I cried.” His lips moved silently as he spelled it out on the cup. C-O-M-E-T-:). The stuttering seemed to have left the other and Sam was glad for that. The order was common enough that he knew what Comet’s total would be before he punched it into the register, though instead of saying the numbers aloud he just shook his head and fished a five dollar bill out of his back pocket and slipped it in the tray before shutting it and crumpling the receipt in his hand. “Be a few minutes, okay?” He did this often, far too often for someone whose only steady income was part-time work. But he liked the sound of that light laugh, a clear indicator that he’d helped the guy out somehow. His coworker poured the shot out, and Sam tapped her on the shoulder so he could be the one to pour the milk. Tip of his tongue between his teeth, he tilted the cup back up to a level angle. A whale, slightly malformed but still recognizable, he hoped. With as little jostling as he could manage he laid it out on the receiving counter. “There. We got a window seat open, if you were gonna stay a while.”

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Lindsey Morgan attends the CW Upfronts 2017

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