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imessage → amori

ellie: campus is pretty much still a ghost town since most people don't get back until tomorrow

ellie: but something very, very odd is happening with the marching band and the big fountain in front of the library

ellie: do you know anything about this

amori: we're rehearsing!!!

amori: i got to throw a baton, you should come see ellie :)

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wesleycaro:

wesley chuckled softly and nodded, “okay, mom.” he teased at her affection. if there was anyone who surprisingly cared more about wesley, it was amori. for some odd reason, he coaxed her into making her believe that there was good in him to restore. he hummed, “shouldn’t be hard.” wes laughed, rolling his eyes. his eyes watched as she moved around the room to think of something to interrogate him on. his eyebrows raised as he pulled a face he perfected to mask. “there are no things, babe. not that i know of. as far as i do know, is that she’s off doing whatever vienna does.”

“good boy,” she instantly grinned and pinched his cheek, letting the serious topic of wesley’s well-being drift off. that was the art of getting wesley to listen to you: knowing your limit of pushing him. “okay..” she dared a glance at him before looking at her feet in search of another question. amori knew vienna was a sensitive topic so she let it go, not matter how much she wanted to know what he was really thinking. “what about the boys? have you guys started your hell week planning?”

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wesleycaro:

wesley grinned, pinching her cheek as she confessed her love. before he was able to laugh, amori’s hands covered his mouth. his smirk slowly faded when she looked at him with pleading eyes. “it’s not a bad habit, amori.” he said as he removed her hand and held it in his. “it’s not that bad.” he smiled reassuringly. chuckling to let go of her top, he shrugged and swiped another bit of icing with his finger. “what isn’t?” he tilted his head in a joking manner. “honestly, nothing, mor. my life’s been a bore.” he frowned, shaking his head. “what do you want to know?”

amori scrunched her eyebrows as he argued, “i’m not saying don’t do it -- i can’t stop you. just be gentle, don’t take too much, okay?” she patted his cheek in an affectionate gesture. “you can still have fun without it,” she raised her head and forced a bright smile, “with me!” amori said light-heartedly. it was always in her best interest to keep wesley healthy and happy but she never did know how to. “that’s hard to believe,” she shook her head. amori hummed in thought and swung her legs before she came up with a question to ask him, “how are things with vienna?” she asked in a soft voice, trying not to appear as though she was prying. 

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wesleycaro:

“sounds like you only love me when you want something from me, mori.” wes smirked, resting his head on his shoulder. “getting baked.” he half jokingly replied with a laugh. wes waved her comment on creativity away, changing the subject. “a cuddle session?” his lips perked up into a smirk as he leaned closer to her. “fine.” he sighed, “we’ll stay in.” wes let out a light hearted laugh to hear about her troubles. “so is this your last remaining white piece?” he tilted his head, tugging lightly on her shirt, scrunching his nose at her. his eyes crinkled when her cheeks turned a shade of red, amused at the adorable behaviour that made up amori. his expression slightly dropped with the mention of vienna, reminding him of their last text message that didn’t end too well. “sounds nice.” he offered her a quick grin before turning back to the rolls to pick them up to place into the oven.

“that’s not true,” she protested but turned around to smile sheepishly, “but i love you extra much when you do get me fries.” amori let out a loud gasp at his joke and put a hand to cover his mouth. “don’t make that a habit, wesley,” she paused to look at him seriously, “please.” amori smiled when he agreed to her wishes and went back to finish the icing of the cinnamon buns. “yes, and i would prefer to keep it,” she shook her head, brushing the shirt down and away from his hands. “now what about you? i’ve given you details of my ordinary life and i want to hear about your extraordinary one!” she turned to hop onto the counter and grinned at him. “what’s new, wesley?” 

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wesleycaro:

“amori!” wesley chimed with a smirk, throwing his arms over her shoulders. “i’m not hitting on you, babe.” he wiggled his eyebrows and laughed before letting go. “and i’m sure you loved it.” wes chuckled, grinning at the girl in front of him. “i’m not sure who they are, but it seems like that comment is a little bias.” wes sprayed the pan and took the paper from her to place on top. raising an eyebrow, he looked at amori and shook his head, “is there a ghost behind me that you’re pointing at? because there aren’t any creatives here.” wes shrugged, ripping the paper with his teeth. “glad to know they’re all alive.” he nodded, taking one of the buns to lick the icing from it with his finger again. “one can be hungover and want to go out, mor.” wes chuckled, placing the cinnamon bun onto the tray. “i swear i’m telling the truth and nothing but the truth.” he dramatically said, raising his hand and placing the other on his heart. “what have you been up to anyway?” wes asked, propping himself to lean on the counter as he tilted his head at amori, “besides strawberry shakes.”

“i love it when you are nice to me, like when you go to the burger shack and think to bring me back some fries,” she beamed back at him. “i think it’s perfectly unbiased. name one thing that’s better than baking,” amori placed a hand on her hip and waited for an answer. “wesley! you know you’re creative, don’t pull that on me.” she looked at him with a small frown. he had one of the most beautiful minds amori had ever known. “but that’d just make your situation worse. we can stay in and get a heap of blankets and drink hot cocoa on the couch!” she clapped her hands in excitement and turned to ice the buns. “you know the usual,” she waved her hands, “i mistakenly placed a pink sock with my last laundry load so that’s cool.” amori pursed her lips in slight embarrassment but her smile appeared shortly after. “vienna and i had a girls night the other day. it was very nice.” 

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wesleycaro:

“this fierce demand in you is kind of really hot.” wesley smirked, teasing the girl as she dragged him to the kitchen. tilting his head, wes laughed at her commentary about her night at the dance. “that’s not wild at all, amori. you should’ve gotten the oreo milkshake if you were at harold’s. now that’s wild.” he grinned, glancing at her lips and rolling his eyes. “you didn’t miss out. just dropped a few of the regular moves, nothing new was presented, don’t worry.” flinching as she hit him with the parchment paper, wesley raised his hands in defence and chuckled. “jesus, mori, i’m still suffering from a hangover. let me live.” wes hopped off of the bar stool and walked over behind the counter towards amori. grabbing the paper, he laid it out on the pan. “now you’re putting words in my mouth. i’m just saying that i was just shocked that someone was as creative as you.” he flashed her a grin and rested his head on her shoulder as she continued baking. “the house seems rather quiet today? to be honest, i was hoping to be able to drag you out for the day, so i’m only staying in here because you’d toss me one of your pouts.”

“wesley! it is too early in the morning for you to be hitting on me,” amori looked back at him with feigned offence but only in light-hearted teasing. she turned away before her cheeks had a chance to blush. “don’t tell me how to live my life,” she shook her head, “i wanted the strawberry and i got it.” amori squinted as she thought over if he was telling the truth and after a moment’s hesitation, rolled with it. “you know what they say-- baking’s the best medicine!” she retracted her paper with a laugh and let him tend to the pan. “oh, well we both know someone who’s even more creative than all of us ‘lookalikes’ combined,” she raised her eyebrows as she turned to wesley and wiggled her index finger pointed at him. “you ought to know the kappas rarely make it home after a party. don’t worry-- i’v texted everyone and made sure they’re alive. they should be back by this afternoon,” amori explained and started to place the cinnamon buns on the baking tray. “you just said you were hungover! and now you want to go out? what is the truth?” 

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sometimes i feel kind of INVISIBLE.

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viennadcvil:

“yup, limbo.” she repeats to herself, staring at the ceiling absentmindedly and twirling the stem of the lollipop between her thumb and index finger. “i think we should go back when we’re old and wrinkly. like 30 or something y’know?” she sits up at the thought of a new adventure, a grin spreading across her lips as she crosses her silk pajama clad legs, “i love road trips, i want to just travel across the country and eat at diners at 3 am.” she gives a little jump at the idea, and for a moment she doesn’t calculate the risk on her career or the mechanics of it all, she just lets herself imagine a world in which she did it. “we can find our own paris here, okay?’ 

amori tastes the vanilla ice-cream and momentarily drifts off into a state of bliss. she swiftly rolls over onto her stomach and pulls the tub closer to her. “30 something. what if we’re dead by then? let’s make it 29. odd numbers are far more interesting,” she suggests with a grin as she digs her silver spoon in the dessert. amori swings her legs back and forth as vienna shares her thoughts and amori’s eyes spark with wanderlust. “we can hitchhike! meet an old truck driver off the interstate who gives a ride and tells us all about his time on the farm. leave voicemails to our kappa sisters from a payphone in every state we pass,” she babbles, a delightful giggle leaving her lips shortly after she’s finished. “deal,” amori confirms with another spoonful of ice-cream. 

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Kiko Mizuhara for Cosmopolitan Korea November 2015. More photos here

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i-am-kiko:

♥

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jjasonbourne:

good morning!

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wesleycaro:

wesley sighed at amori’s bubbly personality as a lazy grin lifted his lips. “oh no, maybe i should come back later.” he joked, sticking out his hand for her to take as he followed her into the kitchen and propped himself on the stool. “your night was that wild, huh?” he chuckled, reaching for the icing to squeeze a tab onto his finger. “i can’t tell you about that, i’m afraid. it was exclusive to those who witnessed it, i’m afraid.” wes teased, licking the icing off his finger as he leaned on the counter to rest his head on the surface with his head still throbbing from his hangover. “there was a girl who glued flowers all over her and i almost thought it was you. did you stick to the costume you originally planned?”

“oh no, no, no, you’re not going anywhere,” she protested, instinctively reaching her hands over to grab one of his and pulling him to the kitchen. amori let out a laugh and looked at him with bright eyes, “it was so wild, wes. i ended it with a strawberry milkshake and you know what i always say -- nothing better than a strawberry milkshake.” amori stuck out her bottom lip at his secrecy, “that’s no fair. i hope someone recorded it,” amori shook her head as she took a hold of some parchment paper. with a loud gasp, amori rolled the paper and lightly hit wesley’s head with it, “i can’t believe you! do i really lack that many notable features for you to mistake someone else for me?” sighing, she went back to her baking and let a small grin slip on her lips, “oh yeah! dora the explorer was a hit.” 

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me: has muse for another character

also me: can’t even keep up with four 

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