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oof uglie format but ya im en route home from a lil b4 xmas trip nd replies tomorrow bbies :’))

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        “are you really not telling me where you’re taking me? i believe i have the right to know or else this qualifies as some degree of kidnapping.” she gave him a playful glare. in all honestly, she wasn’t expecting ronan to actually live up to his promise of a date, after his other priorities had him preoccupied the last time they were supposed to. “a clue would’ve been helpful. what if i’m wearing the wrong shoes? the wrong outfit?” @rcnvns

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Material Girl - Madonna

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𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔶, 𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔰.

“my shift is finally over! i was at that damn hospital for fifteen hours straight because i guess i signed up for that when i decided to become a nurse or whatever–” letting out a loud huff, otis throws himself down on the floor dramatically. he lets out another deep sigh, wrist going over his forehead as though he’s a fainting woman in one of those period dramas. “i need coffee. or alcohol. or a tranquilizer. just get me something, please,”

      she found it extraordinary how people managed to subject themselves to horrid work schedules, and although she’s seen her own father go for more than fifteen hours and hardly got a wink of sleep, she was still in awe. “unfortunately for you, i don’t believe they serve tranquillisers here. but, here you can have my cup.” she passed the pipping hot mug of coffee. “i haven’t taken a sip, if you’re wondering.”

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𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢:

lani honey

𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢:

vanessa carlton - a thousand miles they def sing this together ok i live

𝔰𝔪𝔰/𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔤:

outgoing imsg → lani: you gotta help me go christmas shopping!!

outgoing imsg → lani: i’m not buying gifts btw

outgoing imsg → lani: when i say christmas shopping i mean… shopping for me

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# for theo sfmjnrg

𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢:

my gf @theomuns

𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢:

the pussycat dolls, busta rhymes - don’t cha bc i feel like they legit jam to this

𝔰𝔪𝔰/𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔤:

outgoing imsg → theo: babe

outgoing imsg → theo: found the perfect prada boots

outgoing imsg → theo: let’s get matching pairs!

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𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢:

my nerd

𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢:

honne - feels so good ◑ (feat. anna of the north)

𝔰𝔪𝔰/𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔤:

outgoing imsg → ronnie: WHINES LOUDER IN CASE U DIDN’T HEAR ME

outgoing imsg → ronnie: r u reading a book again??? 

outgoing imsg → ronnie: uGh

outgoing imsg → ronnie: u kno wat??? u owe me a dozen dates now

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# !!

𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢:

the loml

𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢:

spice girls - wannabe it’s their anthem fite me

𝔰𝔪𝔰/𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔤:

outgoing imsg → nin: we’re still on for brunch tomorrow, right?

outgoing imsg → nin: i was thinking either saint-tropez or monaco

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# gray !

𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢:

kenny

𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢:

britney spears - womanizer she’s not sorry gjahksa

𝔰𝔪𝔰/𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔤:

outgoing imsg → kenny: i told u to stay away from my sister

outgoing imsg → kenny: if u dont plan on giving her ur 100% then dont bother. k?

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𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢:

princess odessa

𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢:

sabrina carpenter - sue me dont come @ me bih

𝔰𝔪𝔰/𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔤:

outgoing imsg → dessa: can you send me those pics of little ben??

outgoing imsg → dessa: rory is always busy and blaze is always asleep jfc

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# 💖

𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢: 

hopeless case 

𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢:

ariana grande - thank u, next

𝔰𝔪𝔰/𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔤:

outgoing imsg → dite: dont come crying to me when kenny breaks ur heart

outgoing imsg → dite: also mum is starting to… crave things again

outgoing imsg → dite: i dont think shes preggo tho

outgoing imsg → dite: pretty sure it’s a ploy to get attention

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→ & for @havdcn too fellas !

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𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔬𝔠𝔥-𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔡𝔶, 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔶𝔰𝔬𝔫.

he was still baffled as to how he ended up having breakfast with ariel, he couldn’t say he was fond of her in any respect and ever since he started seeing aphrodite she only grew colder, not that he frankly cared. “don’t know what you want me to say to that? it assumes i care about your appraisal on my acting when i’ve seen yours and know you can’t say shit.” rolling his eyes he took a long sip from his mug, almost willing the coffee to turn into something stronger, something alcoholic. “cut to the chase ariel, you don’t care what i ordered and i don’t have time entertaining your raging bitchiness. what is it you wanted to meet for?” 

     “well, would you look at that. we actually do have something in common.” she folds the menu and sets it down on top of the table. “i’m surprised you even came to entertain me at all. you’re doing a great job so far. i daresay, your best performance yet.” seeing him irritated just completed her whole morning. “listen, i want you to stay away from my sister.” despite the nature of their conversation, she still had a smile on her face. “i don’t like you, i don’t trust you. your intentions aren’t pure at all. you’re a heartbreak waiting to happen.”

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𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔡, 𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔧𝔞.

she feels weakened by her questions - to the point she actually considers coming clean. “about what, exactly?” is the next question she’s faced with, almost like a slap across the face. what’s she supposed to talk about? her delusions? no - thanks. “ah, don’t worry! too hot. i should have stuck with my usual – nothing can and should replace an iced-americano.” the blonde nods, slightly amused by her friends remark. “aw, i’m feeling the love. thanks, ari.” she reaches for the girl’s arm, nudging it playfully. head resting on the wall, ninja tries to find a way to interrogate her without coming too strong. “so who’s this mysterious alek anyway? a secret boyfriend maybe?”

     “about... well whatever, really! i’m not sure what people talk about when they’re not talking about me—not that i’m interested with whatever that doesn’t concern me or anything.” she shrugged her shoulders, before cutting herself a nice piece of red velvet cake. “oh, looks like someone’s interested in my alek.” she teased, giving her a wink and a smirk to match. “hardly a secret, hardly a boyfriend as well. i’m not sure what to call our relationship.” she circled her fork on her plate. “ he’s kind of everybody’s boyfriend, i suppose. he’s in a band. haven’t you heard of him? aleksander lassesen. or at least find his name familiar?—you know what i have a picture on my phone if you’re interested to take a peek.”

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𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫, 𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔨𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯.

“and i’ve told you, on multiple occasions, to wear something a little–– okay, a lot less expensive to my shows,” he retorts, although there’s no heat in his voice at all. in anything, his words are tinged with fondness; despite the fact that ariel can be such a fucking princess at the best of times, it only makes the fact that she’s willing to wander the streets of london at three o’clock in the morning with him that much more significant. they pass by a group of clearly drunk guys, and alek shifts closer to ari, squaring his shoulders slightly in case they’re looking for a fight. thankfully, they pass by without anything more than a couple of wolf whistles. “what makes you think i haven’t already written a song about you?” he hasn’t, but now that she’s brought it up, he finds he’s not entirely opposed to the idea.

     “i can’t help what i am, aleksander.” she answers with a shrug of her shoulders. “and i can’t help it if—” her fingers and toes combined weren’t enough to count the times they’ve passed by group of drunks at this hour—she would never get used to it. alcohol made people courageous. courageous enough to do things they wouldn’t normally do. that’s what she considered terrifying. although she wasn’t vocal about it, she did appreciate the little protective things alek did. “have you heard the songs you play? it doesn’t exactly scream whatever i embody. now does it?”

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𝔟𝔞𝔩𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯, 𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔢.

      “just because you’ve decided love is a hoax, doesn’t believe it doesn’t exist,” the younger sister snapped back, clearly agitated. this fight was nothing new - whenever dite had a new boy in sight (which happened more often than she’d like to admit), ari didn’t waste any time before jumping at the chance to tell her that whatever romantic prospect she was looking at, was heading in the same direction as all the previous ones - down the drain. “still, you know i’m right. you’ve never kissed anyone, you’ve never been in a relationship, and yet here you are, lecturing me about love. you wouldn’t recognise love if it reached out and smacked you on the nose, ariel. just be happy for me, for once, please?” 

      “why not me?” she retorts. “who better than the person—your sister—who picks you up whenever love eats you whole, chews you up and spits you out?” it was no use denying or confirming that she had absolutely no prior experience with love—at least not with dite. nonetheless, it was the truth. love served no use for ariel so why bother with the feeling at all. “how can you ask that of me? you want me to be happy as i watch you fall for another prat who will inevitably break your heart? that’s like asking me to watch you jump off a cliff.” 

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𝔨𝔢𝔨𝔬𝔞, 𝔩𝔢𝔦𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔦.

“so, tell me,” leilani leaned forward in her seat, pink painted fingernails tapping against the ceramic mug in her hands as an attempt to keep herself even slightly warm. she was still getting used to the cold temperature of london, something that she didn’t experience much of in her first eighteen years in hawaii. “what kind of things does the city do around this time of year? for the holidays, i mean. i mean, i’m used to the hawaii traditions, but i’m kind of looking forward to a christmas with snow for once.”

     “oh what i would give for a warmer climate, really.” she said as if she couldn’t hop on a jet right at this moment and head straight for bali. “i honestly barely go out due to the frigid weather. i’d just cozy up to a fireplace, drink some hot cocoa, go out for some christmas shopping—in the recent years, i have been busy with the theatre to actually focus on the holidays. i’m afraid i haven’t given it much attention since then.” she shrugged her shoulders, sighing at how incredibly boring her story was. “not much help is it?” she chuckled.