#dispersisfabulis

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𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀 ➶ waves 💖

RONAN: i miss you

RONAN: are you busy tonight?

RONAN: my audition fell through

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📱𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖 -> declan

johnny: hey, man.

johnny: friend of mine gave me your number...just wanted to see if you were taking on any new clients?

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𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀 ➶ dancer woods.

DYLAN: so idk if flo's told you but she's fucked her hand

DYLAN: i'm guessing you know

DYLAN: but if you don't - be careful yeah?

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–– closed  starter  for  @dispersisfabulis​ ;  outside  the  little  door  restaurant   ’  7:30pm.

after  a  slightly  awkward  meet  -  up  where  ronan  had  tried  his best  not  to  show  how  messy  he  could  be  ,  he'd  offered  to take  waverly  out  to  dinner.  like  a  date.  truth  be  told  ,  it  had  been  a  while  since  he'd  last  been  on  an  actual  date. the  last  few  times  he'd  met  up  for  something  most  people would  consider  a  '  romantic  act  '  ,  he'd  gotten  paid  for it.  but  this  was  for  fun.  because  waverly  was  cute  and friendly  ,  and  ronan  couldn't  stop  himself  from  smiling  every time  she  messaged  him.  he'd  picked  her  up  in  his  car  - which  ,  though  still  a  piece  of  shit  ,  he'd  at  least cleaned  inside  and  out  ,  and  then  had  found  that  the restaurant  he'd  booked  was  full  and  despite  his  reservation  , there  was  a  massive  wait.  "  sorry  about  this  ,  "  he  told her  genuinely  as  they  sat  on  a  bench  outside  waiting  for  a table.  "  this  is  not  how  i  wanted  this  to  go.  "

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closed starter for @dispersisfabulis​​ (millicent)

he had never been someone who put his fate in the hands of another, never believed in witchy voo-doo or conspiracies. but seeing that millicent has become somewhat of a spiritual guide to a lot of hollywood’s elite, he thought he’d give it a chance. after having his little dream involving leonardo dicaprio telling him he was meant to be a star just like him, johnny needed to figure out how to maneuver becoming a serious actor and needed to hit the hard hitting questions. their session had gone well over an hour at this point, johnny not catching onto how visibly annoyed she was with him. “okay we’re not gonna say if, we’re gonna say when because you do that witch craft, bibbity bobbity boo manifestation shit, right?” he asked with a raise of his brow. “so when i win my first oscar, gucci is gonna dress me, right? and my hair’s gonna look good?”

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𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀 ➶ Micah Kennedy

Graham: Hey, are you not coming to the gala tonight?

Graham: I'm back in the country, I thought we could catch up.

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headcanon : johnny kennedy has sent best friend, maggie, a birthday gift.

postcard reads: sorry i can’t be there, wishing you all the best. happy birthday, saggy maggie. with love from paris, -j.

@dispersisfabulis

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𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓽𝓸 : the 3 musketeers

johnny: you were right. mad i'm sorry. i hope you get better. mags, keep him in check.

johnny: i'll see you both soon.