#c:florence

[hudsonwills]

Got to say that I recently saw that Dune 3 trailer and it's definitely one of my most anticipated movies of this year. It just looks so good and I can't wait to see how everything will unfold. Have to admit that I never read the books so I'm just letting it all be a surprise. Can't wait to see Princess Irulan again. It's going to rule the box office during the holidays, I'm sure. @florcncepcgh

[louistcmmo]

text // pew pew

Lou: feels like i haven't talked to you in ages. talk about a terrible friend. Lou: saw you had a lot on your plate with the Dune 2 press and the Oscars. you're thriving, love. Lou: and yes, i may have been lurking on social media. Lou: how have you been? ready to take a little break or still got a lot on the horizon? @flcrpugh

[claytonbaker]

special delivery - @flohastings​

Clayton sat down on the sand, looking at the idly waves in front of him. It was hard to really pinpoint what brought him there so late mainly because it wasn’t like he had much happening in his life. Things with Rosie were alright, the thought of trying to pursue someone again after everything with Flo was a rough thing to think about which was even more ridiculous to think about because it wasn’t like she didn’t live and have a kid with some other guy. He settled his hands on his knees, turning his head when he felt someone standing next to him. His eyes falling upon the pair of feet that used to lay across his lap constantly in his apartment. Dragging his dark hues up to look at her, the breath he didn’t even realize he had been holding was released slowly. “Hey,” he said. “Still a late night beach thinker?” 

[amandacampana-a]

Maria Pedraza on Instagram.

[belva-athanas]

After returning from the time capsule reveal, as is often the case with any sort of event in the town, Belva is more confused than before it began. She can’t quite make sense of all of the clips, of who found them and put them all together, and what they even meant in doing so. Although perhaps she should have been more concerned about July’s strange smile and whatever was happening in the video that took place at the foundation, her mind loops on that video of her mother. On the strange realization that perhaps there was something distant about her smile, a distance that Belva had never quite put together before.

Curled up on the couch in the living room, bathed in the light of a small lamp, she absentmindedly flips through the latest copy of Vogue. Hearing the door open, she glances up, a small smile rising to her lips as she recognizes the figure. “Hey, Florence,” she greets the man pleasantly, adjusting the soft knit blanket that’s draped over her lap. @florenceathanas​

[anatomicallyburke-blog]

@florencethomas

      “Oh.”

      Adrian’s voice was honey. It was late at night, the air in the castle chillier than that of which he was accustomed. Not many students knew the way into the kitchens, but he’d learned. Out of sheer necessity, he’d learned. What he hadn’t expected was to find another there already. The girl was like a pixie. She was younger than him, he assumed, but not by much.

      “Didn’t know anyone was here. You a Prefect or something?”

[claytonbaker]

Tinder 🔥 Florence

You matched with Florence!

Clayton: 👀

[claytonbaker]

📱florence.

Clayton: Do you remember the name of that show we were watching?

Clayton: I'm kind of dying to finish it but I forgot what it was called.