a tight chanel wrap dress embraces her lithe figure, dirty blonde locks hanging loosely by her side as manicured hands fiddle with her phone. imogen may be at a wedding, but it appears checking work emails remained her first priority. eyes are drawn her way, confusion settling among the crowd at the pair of blondes who had chosen to rock up in white. “ i look hot. i know. you can quit staring, ” she mutters with a haphazard wave of the hand as if to shoo them off, “ jordan, hurry up. we don’t have all day, are you touching up your lipstick again? your lips look kissable. we get it. let’s move it. and no more talking about having a menage a trois with the groom, i was joking. he is not getting up in my groin. ... if you want, you can bang him. i’ll -- -- film it. ”
dooooooo 🍼🍼🍼 kezley, johannahs second & if hash brown had a bby
SEND IN 🍼 AND I’LL CREATE A CHILD FOR OUR CHARACTERS !!
wesley and keziah :
- name: isabella eden thomas-bates- likes / dislikes: likes aladdin, jelly, bed time stories, cuddles with her parents, cats ( much to wesley’s distaste ), ballet and playing with her cousin savannah. dislikes conflict, giraffes, fizzy drinks, rainstorms and fast trains. - first word: i can imagine her uttering something that sounded remotely like ‘no,’ to keziah and wesley just laughing his head off because she sassed her own mother. - appearance: bright blue eyes, curly dirty blonde locks that’d probably drop when she’s older, porcelain skin, button nose.- which parent they look more like: i think she’d look more like keziah on face value, but she’d have a lot of wesley’s mannerisms eg. his smirk - which parent they like more: i think she’d love wesley, but she’d kind of put her mother on a pedestal, because she’d be completely enraptured by watching her on stage under the lights and just dream of being like her. - height once fully grown: probably about 5′4″ considering neither kez or wes are particularly tall.- job ambition: i can see her being a writer, so possibly sharing keziah’s love for theatre and writing for publications like New York Theatre and Playbill, before going into other things like Life and Times as her career progresses. - faceclaim: brooklyn proulx
joshua and hannah :
- name: noah levi white - likes/dislikes: likes anything blue, playing dress up with joshua’s ( …. and hannah’s ) clothes, stealing his parents’ food, candy and discovery channel. dislikes tickles, peas and when his mother makes him watch old movies.- first word: let’s be all cute and say his word was ‘savannah.- appearance: light olive skin, dark floppy hair, piercing blue eyes, probably always seen with a piece of food in hand - which parent they look more like: probably josh at first glance, but he’s got hannah’s eyes.- which parent they like more: he probably thinks josh is a lot ‘cooler,’ than his mom and he’d probably be a reasonably good kid, so following josh around in high school and kind of just wanting to be like him and wanting to help out in the kitchen, but he’d be pretty protective of his mother.- height once fully grown: 6′1″ - job ambition: … for some reason, i can kind of see him doing a complete 180 on his parents and end up being a doctor or veterinarian. like he’s probably really confident and self assured and just kinda does his own thing
ashton and hannah :
- name: holiday ‘holly,’ riley hunt-bates ( lbr i don’t know if ashton would ever fucking agree to that horrid name but hannah wants to hame her after holly golightly and her fAVOURITE HOLIDAYS CHRISTMAS AKA HOLLY LEAVES BYE ) - likes/dislikes: likes picking out her own clothes, dogs, fairies, blanket forts, face paint, doing her nails and going to parties with her parents, dislikes porridge, bananas, rumours about her parents and airport goodbyes.- first word: i can imagine han holding her in her arms and trying to get her to wave goodbye to ashton and her going, ‘say bye to daddy,’ not that she can actually /talk/ yet and all of a sudden she says ‘bye’ and han would get all excited but ashton’s already gone and missed it :( - appearance: green eyes, dark hair, little dimples, probably dressed extremely well courtesy of her parents- which parent they look more like: probably has hannah’s body shape, but ashton’s features - which parent they like more: i feel like given how loyal ashton is and how tight knit hannah’s family is, their daughter wouldn’t really favour one parent over the other but have a really strong ‘protect my family at all costs,’ type mentality- height once fully grown: 5′8″ - job ambition: make up artist/celebrity stylist.- face claim: kristina pimenova
[text] You’re so selfish. (gimo) [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. (gimo) [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together (joan) [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT (joan (smh)) [text] Let me help, please? (dalachi) [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. (dalachi) [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. (jelilah) [text] You should come over, clothing optional. (j/d
you’re so selfish.
[ outgoing message | imo ❤️ at 9:20 PM ] : i’m selfish for trying to do what’s right for me?[ outgoing message | imo ❤️ at 9:21 PM ] : get over yourself, i’m not your boy toy. i get to make my own decisions.
I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH.
[ outgoing message | imo ❤️ at 11:45 AM ] : ok but why you gotta be like that??[ outgoing message | imo ❤️ at 11:46 AM ] : we could have brunch…[ outgoing message | imo ❤️ at 11:46 AM ] : after we have sex?
i don’t think he likes that i’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together.
[ outgoing message | partner in crime at 2:50 AM ] : the fuck??[ outgoing message | partner in crime at 2:53 AM ] : honestly what kind of guy doesn’t like it when a girl sends him pictures of herself in her bra??[ outgoing message | partner in crime at 2:54 AM ] : are you seeing a gay lad again?
i feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT
[ outgoing message | partner in crime at 12:28 AM ] : is this still about the threesome?[ outgoing message | partner in crime at 12:30 AM ] : or what kind of kinky shit was it this time?[ outgoing message | partner in crime at 12:33 AM ] : wait, don’t tell mE I DON’T WANNA KNOW
let me help, please?
[ outgoing message | maladick at 5:16 PM ] : it’s fine, i’m fine, chi. [ outgoing message | maladick at 5:18 PM ] : and there’s nothing for you to worry about[ outgoing message | maladick at 5:19 PM ] : if you wanna help, focus on your work, yeah?[ outgoing message | maladick at 5:19 PM ] : that’s what matters the most to me right now. you doing well with your art.
it’ll be like the notebook, except with way more of my penis.
[ outgoing message | maladick at 10:02 AM ] : it’s too early for this shit [ outgoing message | maladick at 10:03 AM ] : your text woke me up [ outgoing message | maladick at 10:03 AM ] : and waking up to jokes ab your dick after getting 3h of sleep wasn’t in my plans[ outgoing message | maladick at 10:06 AM ] : it’s also that time of the month for me so hate to disappoint you but[ outgoing message | maladick at 10:07 AM ] : you’re not getting any
i’m only saying it because i care about you.
[ outgoing message | josh 👌🏼 at 1:23 AM ] : i know. [ outgoing message | josh 👌🏼 at 1:24 AM ] : i know you care and i appreciate it but i promise i’m fine and i promise i’m not forcing my own limits just to get this done, okay?[ outgoing message | josh 👌🏼 at 1:26 AM ] : i love you a lot, you know?
you should come over, clothing optional.
[ outgoing message | josh 👌🏼 at 11:45 AM ] : whY DID YOU LET ME LEAVE HOME AND NOW DECIDED TO TEXT ME ABOUT THIS JOSHUA WHITE[ outgoing message | josh 👌🏼 at 11:47 AM ] : I HAVE A FUCKING MEETING IN TEN[ outgoing message | josh 👌🏼 at 11:47 AM ] : SO I CAN’T COME OVER[ outgoing message | josh 👌🏼 at 11:49 AM ] : I HATE YOU SOMETIMES
nico wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find, but it most definitely wasn’t that. in fact, he didn’t really set out to find anything at all. imogen had given him the task of grabbing her one of her bags from the top shelf of her closet, something that he could do with no problem, but when he pulled the purse down, a box came with it and out fell what seemed to be hundreds of pictures. he cursed quietly and began quickly picking them up to stuff them back inside of the box, before stopping suddenly when he came across one picture that caught his attention - a picture of him. a picture he had no recollection of taking. and when had he ever worn something like that? so many questions swarmed through his head, only to stop suddenly when he felt the presence of another person behind him. he turned around to find imogen standing there, and he held out the picture he was inspecting. “what’s.. what is this?”
krishna didn’t really get nervous or feel anxious, but he had been buzzing all week. he had set up this little skype date with jord a few days prior, and he hadn’t been able to calm down since. his friends, well the ones that he had told about her, had been teasing him consistently about it. what kind of twenty one year old man got nervous going on a date? that answer was simple; krishna. he’d had his laptop set up for over an hour, patiently, or not so patiently, waiting for her to log on. as soon as he got the chime notifying him of her arrival, he felt a smile spread across his face, and with a few clicks of his mouse, the video call was initiated.
happy bday to my number one elle aka the bey to my jay (z) aka the kim to my kanye aka my twinny aka the best elle 💞
@etoilehope / @ofdispels
eleanor, you massive little shit, it’s now the second time i wish you a happy birthday but we’ll pretend i wrote this before actually messaging you at the ungodly hour i did!
let me start by nicely reminding you that you’re literally ancient now ( we’ll pretend i won’t be twenty-two in a few months ta ) and idk if i were you, i’d take this as my chance to run to vegas and probably drink and gamble my unhappiness towards being 21 away. just kidding, don't do that !! ENGLAND STILL NEEDS YA !
on a more serious note, it’s been over a year since we’ve known each other ??? where did time go ??? and though it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long, i’m really grateful for everything you’ve done for me through and through. at this point and by now, you should be perfectly conscious you’re far more than just a roleplay partner and if i’m thankful for anything this stressful, dramatic site gave me, our friendship is most definitely one of those things. thank you for each of our conversations no matter how random they might be and thank you for always having a kind word to say whenever i’m being a moody shit. thank you for your support when i was quite literally freaking out over that presentation i had to do for my internship or when i had a panic attack and you talked me through it or cheering me up whenever i needed. thank you for each video of dogs doing random shit, they always put a smile on my face, and thank you for subtly trying to kill me with headcanons and each plotting idea that makes me dead inside. there have been times when we didn’t talk as much but whenever i truly needed you, you were there even if it was just to remind me that if i needed to vent you’d listen. i know you’ve been through a lot throughout the time we’ve known each other ( and prior to that ) and though i don’t think i’ve ever told you, i hope you know you’re one of the strongest people i’ve ever met. i could go into detail about each and every single thing i pointed out amongst a few others but then i’d most definitely get sidetracked and we’d be here all day so i’m gonna wrap this bit up by saying i hope you won’t ever forget how much you and our friendship mean to me. there have been periods when i’ve slacked and others when we didn’t talk as much but know that i’m here through and through for whatever you might need.
i’m gonna repeat myself a third time but i hope you have the most amazing day because you deserve it. enjoy it as much as you can, keep a smile on that beautiful face of yours and don’t let negative things get to you because today is YOUR day and you deserve everything nice! push past the negativity and all that jazz <3 <3
he’s calm when he strolls into the small café ; careless and a tad sleepy at best when his mocha irises flicker around the place in search for a free table. but when it’s her ( and by her he means the girl from the other night who he’s come to learn name was tamsyn ) he catches sight of instead, xabier forgets all about his craving for a strong coffee and directs himself towards her table, paying little mind to whoever she might be with. ❝ you and i need to talk. now. ❞ it’s demanding, stern but deep inside, and judging from the other night, xari is aware it’ll take more than a harsh request to get her to move. ❝ so either you get up and come outside with me so we can talk or we can discuss why people stare at me in uni like i’m the next big thing, all of course, courtesy of that fucking blurry photo, right here in front of everyone. ❞
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⌙ ‘the elevator broke down’ sex
“ josh, can you please quit making jokes for a moment? i am not in the mood. this isn't funny. ” groaning mildly, hannah paces back and forth as she fights the threat of being suffocated by the beating of her own chest. “ they said they were going to send someone up in two minutes. it’s been... eight minutes and fifty two seconds. ” she’s largely unaware of how irrational she sounds at this point in time, cerulean hues trained on the second hand as she fidgets with the hem of her dress. “ i hate elevators. do you know how lucky we are that savannah isn’t in here with us right now? what if we're stuck in here for forty one hours like that guy in the mcgraw hill building?” eyes fluttering to a close, she presses her back against the cold mirrored walls of the elevator, hands fidgeting with one another in effort to keep her stresses at bay.“ this is ridiculous, i need a distraction. -- -- -- okay, not that kind of distraction. ” cue the mild slap on the arm.
