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i’m yet to appear in the tags but the new blog is complete. from here on out you can find me @latenghts as i’m gonna be retiring this blog for now. with that being said, i’d love to continue writing with all of you and hope to see you on the other side. with that being said, i’m currently on a 4 hour car ride and have 16 new muses that need love & plots. so if you’re down to plot hmu or give this a like and i’ll slide into your dms on my new blog.

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alright, so the last few months have been really rough for me and part of the reason i haven’t comeback as many times as i’ve promised. that’s changing, i’m coming back for real as i need a major distraction from certain situations in my life and i would love love love to write with all of you again. i’m about 98% done with my new blog so like this if you would like to continue the mutual and i’ll follow you on there and i can’t wait to plot and write again because whew i missed it!!

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Jacob Elordi in Euphoria (2019—)

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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

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sooo i’m gonna revamp my blog tonight and probably be back soon to write because i miss you all. for now, expect new muses because i’m in a new mindset.

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give me the hollywood ‘it’ couple who’s sex tape was just leaked … she’s a wholesome disney / nickelodeon alumni trying to make a break into grown up media and he’s an oscar / grammy winner known for edgy work.

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give me the stuck up know all princess and the high school dropout fuckboy plot please, i will love you down and send you all the ask memes.

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kristine froseth + nick robinson.

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If you want to RP with me, send me a ✿. If you want to plot with me, send me a ✯. If you’re just following just to stalk me, send me a ♡.

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Froy Gutierrez on Instagram Stories 5.28.19

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expect a return to indie very very soon, im just taking time to heal after something genuinely hard on my mental health

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wearyhands·.

for @videogcmes· BASED ON THIS

“  you know i’m your bodyguard, right  ?  not your chauffeur.  ”  he mentions from the moment paisley slides into the passenger seat of his car, distaste tripping from his tone. dom wastes no time pulling out onto the road, expression continuously monotone despite the conversation he’s started. a hand grips the wheel, an exasperated sigh slipping past his lips before clearing his throat to speak again.  “  &  you shouldn’t have snuck out to go to this party anyway, all you’re doing is putting yourself at risk with these decisions.  ”  

her head was pounding, hand pressed firmly against her temple as it separated her head from the tinted glass window. she’d been uncertain of the cause, whether it be the copious amount of alcohol, the volume of the music, or the lecture dom had prepared for the long ride home. she’d heard enough of it, the continuous criticism from her parents enough to drive nearly anyone to drink, “ & you’re aware i’m a young, consenting adult of legal age to drink & make my own choices ? “ it wasn’t his fault, he’d simply been doing his job, though her resentment to her parents carried through him doing their bidding. “ you’d think at some point i’d get freewill. you know, a chance to fuck up & learn. instead it’s like i’m under some lifetime fucking contracted promoted by abrams & co. like i’m twenty-one, not a fucking robot, dom ! “ there she was again, projecting her anger at her father at the male in the driver’s seat, tears of frustration accompanying her words as her buzz turned somber. “ i just wanna live. “ the words fell with a sigh, defeated before he could even counter her argument with logic.

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lipsealeds.

her arrival nearly startles him out of the uncomfortable chair he’d been perched in, pen cap dangling from his mouth whilst flashing her a brilliant smile, “ s'okay. better late than never, i presume, “ dark oculars glance at his watch briefly, “ only a half hour late this time  —  i’m impressed. you’re getting better at this. “ tone is lighthearted as he leans back, eyebrows arching during her theatrical story. he didn’t bother stifling his amusement ; her attitude was something he’d always admired from afar. this whole being ‘ up-close and personal ‘ agreement was definitely gonna take some getting used to, however. the annoyed scoffs she’d earned by their peers from her rather boisterous entrance made him roll his eyes, physique leaning across the table to gesture towards the accounting book lain out in front of her, “ we agreed to meet up here because this is a studying safe haven and you have quite a bit to learn for the sake of your gpa and by the sounds of it, you’re not doing too hot according to professor hansen, “ calloused fingertips flip gingerly through a few pages before reaching the chapter they would be going over today, “ besides, “ his voice lowers as he leans across the table, trying to remain discreet in case they drew any unwanted ears nearby, “ i have a date tomorrow night and i need you to give me some tips on how to woo her. “

she could hardly conceal the scoff that accompanied his commentary on her attendance, incapable of taking the criticism she so freely would dish. “at least i’m fashionably late,” she retorted, though the remark held little value as her hair looked as if a robin had nested in it and three small babies would pop out for her chocolate locks at any time. swinging her bag over the perched up arm, she dug out the textbooks she’d seldom used as more than a coffee holster, flipping through the pages attempting to find the one he’d been on. sure, she could just ask, though simple questions stunned her pride, especially given the blow he’d just placed on her intelligence. “well, hansen’s lying, i’m doing fine,” there was a slight stutter in her words, defenses high as the words came out in a slightly faster and higher tone. “she’s probably mad because i confused her for a fifty year old woman instead of thirty.” she rolled her eyes, another blow following as he mentioned the word date. she wasn’t sure why it had such an impact, given it’d been part of the agreement in the first place, though a piece of her heart seemed to sink to her chest as the four letter word fell from his lips. of course, she wouldn’t show a physical reaction, outside of swallowing the ever forming lump in her throat and her signature eye roll. instead she’d feign a smile, lips curled upward as she leans in closer, propped up on her elbows as she swore the beat of her heart slowed with the increased proximity. “for starters, lose the school boy look.” she mused, raising her eyebrows as she eyed him down, somehow envying the way he could make nerdy look couture. “unbutton a couple, you don’t have any girls to show off but the pecks. use ‘em, show a bit more of the muscle and she’ll be swooning.” the answer was shallow, though one would be ridiculous to expect any less. the truth was there was no need for vain flaunting, as his personality alone would likely woo the girl, though she wouldn’t tell him that. how she held little criticism on him as a whole, but instead searched for minor flaws to nitpick and call deal breakers, as if she hadn’t spent half their time studying examining them herself.

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had travelling with her best friend’s older brother not been jania’s absolute last resort, she never would’ve chosen to do so. she had expected a certain level of reliability from her boyfriend,  &  when he had refused to take her himself  ––  her options grew extremely limited with little time to spare before the wedding. the brunette finds herself in utter disbelief as she makes her way out to where the car is parked, disgust ridden across her features once dexter comes into view.  “  you’ve got to be kidding me,  ”  she starts, gaze barely scanning him for a matter of seconds before it shifts towards the vehicle once again.  “  this thing will barely be able to make it up the street, let alone across the country.  ”  she huffs, facial expression indicating that she wasn’t the least bit impressed with his efforts thus far. she drops her bags in front of his feet without another thought, an eye roll following soon after before making her way towards the driver’s side.  “  you can figure out how to get my bags into this death trap,  &  if this thing breaks down on us  ?  you won’t make it to the wedding for an entirely different reason than our transportation issue. got it  ?  ”

he shouldn’t have expected less, well acquainted with her behavior from previous slumber parties shared with the bride-to-be. & while he’d forgotten the full extent of her attitude, he was quickly reminded as he’d picked the bags up off the ground, maneuvering the button on the back hatch as he tried to get the contraption open once again. “ and you’re aware the maximum sentence for a death threat is five years.” he quipped, following her through the driver’s side door as the seat squealed with the minor adjustments. a frustrated sigh partied his lips, hands clenched the steering wheel as he twisted the key in the ignition. he wasn’t sure what’d annoy him more, the brunette in the passenger seat, or the death trap his father loaned him instead of the suv that’d been sitting vacant for nearly a month. he was certain he’d find out soon, though ditching the wedding entirely seemed like a viable option. “you ready, barbie?” he asked, minimal amusement in his voice as he’d adjusted the mirror barely hanging on the windshield. “we’ve got a long trip ahead of us.”

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was she in the process of aimlessly pacing her bedroom floor in anxious anticipation before her doorbell rang ? absolutely. was she going to have a panic attack before they even made it to the track ? knowing her luck, yes. opening the door, her hues immediately fall to the bundle of flowers in his grasp and she attempts to ignore the odd twist of her gut. quick to remind herself that he was only playing a part and the sentiment was nothing but a ploy   —  and so was she. whatever thoughts were spurred on by the sight, were silenced by his reaction to her outfit for the evening, face twisting in mild offense and annoyance, “ —what, you don’t like it ? this is my most nonchalant first date outfit i could find that didn’t scream ‘ we’re faking this whole thing ! we’re frauds ! ‘ “ stifling a frustrated sigh, she considered his advisory and merely nodded in stubborn agreement. he was right, of course. but this didn’t prevent her from biting back with her own snarky quip, “ oh right ! how could i forgot about my ‘ running from the cops ‘ outfit … silly me. god, you’re lucky i’m so nice. “ her tone is dry as she reluctantly opens the door for him to enter, no further invitation indicated as she maneuvered down the hallway. pausing mid-step, his remark warrants a look of bewilderment casted over her shoulder, “ did you really just      —    shut up. “ she muttered, brain barely able to form a coherent response as she tried not to think about any intimate situation involving them and handcuffs. his subtle compliment goes ignored, as does yet another unnatural sensation in her stomach. one ‘ you wait right there ‘ and ten more minutes of her sifting through her wardrobe for anything mildly appropriate   —   and she was finally ready. at least physically. exiting her bedroom, she does a teasing spin, coy smirk lifting to rosy brims as she motions for him to follow her, “ alright, romeo, it’s show time. let’s get going before i change my mind and call this whole hoax off. “

the irony in his delinquency was his mother’s position. the sheriff’s son, one would believe him to be a model citizen in place of the activities he’d decided to invest in with his free time. as he stood in the doorway he awkwardly paced the small space, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he balanced on the edge on the welcome mat placed neatly at the entrance. and while he could venture in, removing his shoes was far too tedious and he could already hear his grandmother asking if he’d been raised in a barn. though it wasn’t long before her return, eyes almost immediately averting from the letters on the slab of carpet to the female making her way down the hall. and while it’d be easy to taunt her once again, he couldn’t seem to operate his jaw as it lay agape in astonishment, as if he’d truly been oblivious to the femme accompanying him the last few days. “now that,” he paused, gathering his thoughts as to a way to compliment the outfit without sounding too crude. instead all that came out was a measly “wow.” as if he’d failed every vocabulary test since grade nine. though for the first time, his arrogance waved as he was left truly speechless, holding the door open as he followed her out and down towards the steps. “come on now, divine, you can’t come out in that and threaten to end the date.” he teased, opening the car door as if he’d been skilled in the art of chivalry rather than bullshit.  “besides, you may never get another experience like this. i promise, it’s more fun that it sounds.” a smile tugs at his features as he gets in the driver side, classic rock blasting the moment he twists the key in the ignition.  “sorry,” he turns the knob down a couple notches, laughing without much of a reason as he catches sight of her in his peripheral. “classic rock is sort of my power music, don’t ask.” 

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sorry for my absence, there’s been A LOT going on that’s taken an extreme toll on both my physical and mental health. i’ve been in a low and dark place and i got some good news today so i hope from here things will start looking up. i have no promise as to when i’ll be on next, maybe tonight, maybe next week. i’ll have to see where my motivation and muse take me, but i’m hoping things only go up from here and i’ll be back on regularly