#ft. nora

[mccndancers]

Secret Santa gifts for Nora (@fcreverlasting) from Alon!

[mralexanderwright]

TEXT: NORA

Alex: I managed to escape the mayor's wife and it's taken me 20 minutes to spot you. Is Perez Hilton truly as interesting as you appear to be pretending, or would you like to use this text as a faux emergency to escape him?

Alex: Also, I must ask the venue what lighting fixtures they use because you're positively glowing right now. Have you seen how gorgeous you look?

[theodorechoi]

LOCATION: TIMES SQUARE’S 350-FOOT VIRTUAL WATERFALL  TIME: TUESDAY AT 10:30 PM  WHO: FOR @noravidal​

He can’t remember what he took tonight, but that doesn’t stop him from being absolutely certain that he’ll never take it again. There were uppers to help him code through the night, some downers to get his leg to stop shaking, more downers once he realized that his leg was still and it was everything else that was shaking, and an Advil or two when his head started to throb. Now, he’s dizzy, dizzy in a way that doesn’t feel like it belongs on this Earth. He’s ethereal, he’s intergalactic, he’s a rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone. He’s so fucking dizzy.

Theo decides fresh air is going to be nature’s cure here, so he walks out his door (and fuck, did he ever close it?) and keeps walking wherever it feels right. Ends up here, still sick, still dizzy, with Times Square staring back at him. It’s nearly empty now, too early for tourists but too late for party-goers. 

When he finally stops walking, it’s to stare at gallons of flowing water that have suddenly appeared in front of him. He can’t figure out if this is a part of his terrible trip or if there’s actually a 350-foot waterfall in front of him. Either way, Theo takes a seat in the middle of the street, staring up as the water rushes down in front of him. He’s probably going to throw up. With that thought, he’s reaching for his pockets, fishing out the phone that’s probably been sitting in there untouched since yesterday. His vision swims as he’s greeted with a rush of notifications he can’t process, but after five minutes of carefully pressing buttons and swiping through contacts, the line rings out. Nora Vidal answers. “Hey, Dr. Doctor.” He can barely get out that single phrase without slurring the words, and it only gets worse as he goes on. “Let’s say, hypothetically, that I might be dying. What would you recommend I take for that?” He frowns at the water sloshing in front of him. “Also, do you know if they recently put a waterfall in Times Square? Cause I really missed a memo there.”

[cdriens]

photos from nora and adrien’s trip to keflavik, iceland.

for a few weeks, nora and adrien went on vacation to europe, considering locations for their upcoming wedding. keflavik, iceland was one of nora’s personal favorites; plus, it’s aurora borealis season at nearby reykjavík, in case she wanted to make that joke about her best friend rory. however, they ultimately decided against a location wedding, so that they could realistically invite as many of their friends and family as possible.

they’ve let them know that the wedding will take place soon. adrien also contemplated including specialized, yet vague, highly passive-aggressive rants about growing up and being an adult to his best friend/cousins jasper, lane, and alana, but decided not to dampen the mood. (though if he had gone through with it, it would’ve been like 10 pages each.) // @ofnoras

[tamyrawilliams]

NORA HASTINGS • character profile

[ftscotty]

ft. nora ( @norafms​ ) 

      while  he  loved  living  in  los  angeles (  and  has  been  since  he  was  eighteen ),  scott  still  missed  new  york.  he  missed  his  family  and   the  handful  of  friends  that  weren’t  just  brodie. this  nostalgia  comes  in  waves,  usually.  every  few  days  he’ll  spend  an  extra  hour  or  so  on  the  phone  with  his  mom --  just  because  he  missed  the  sound  of  her  voice. even  though  she’s  likely  lecturing  him  about  something  he  did.   today  was  one  of  those  days.  his  full  attention  more  so  on  his  phone  rather  than  his  dog  --  petunia,  who  tugs  him  down  the  side  walk  from  her  leash.        friendly  as  always,  the  bulldog  walks  right  up  to  someone.  finally,  scott  decides  to  look  up.  “oh,  sorry  about  that.”  he  apologizes,  briefly  not  wanting  to  invade  the  stranger’s  personal  space.  it  takes  a  moment,  but  he  realizes she’s  not  much  of  a  stranger  at  all.  “wait,  hey!  nora,”  genuine  surprise  in  his  tone.  it’d  been  awhile  since  he’d  actually  seen  the  brunnette .  she  was  always  more  so  scout’s  friend.  still,  he’s  glad  to  see  a  familiar  face.   “ how  you  been?”        

[mralexanderwright]

TEXT: NORA

Alex: Nora, darling?

Alex: Gorgeous, sweet, wonderful friend of mine.

Alex: Do you have a minute to spare, sweetheart?

[mralexanderwright]

@alexanderwright: I thought perhaps with all the flirting and sexiness that @isaaclancasterofficial and @indradragomir would distract the world from me simply existing, and yet x

@alexanderwright: Anyway @lottiechuart @noramason is my dick big? Can you confirm?