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hiya tags. i was over at @daydreamin-archive, but i wanted a fresh start with less muses. i’ll be moving tomorrow, so i won’t be on as much for now, but if anyone would love to plot or something. as of now, i only have two of my four muses active (i’ll be getting to my boys’ bios here soon !!) but if you want, you can just give this post a lil like and i’ll come to you for plotting !!

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dove cameron && luke hemmings manip

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dove cameron & tom holland manip. please like or reblog if you use ! you can find my other dove & tom manips by clicking HERE.

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dove cameron & tom holland manip. please like or reblog if you use ! you can find my other dove & tom manips by clicking HERE.

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Veronica was surprised at his question, noticing the blush that formed to his cheeks. Her own blush formed to her cheeks, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear. ���Yes, I’d love to go to prom with you.”

Carson looked at the blonde and swallowed thickly. “ I .. “ he started of before he heavy breath left his lips. “ I wanted to know if you would like to go to prom with me? “ he asked her with a small smile. “ You of course don’t need too if you don’t want “ he blushed while he looked at her.

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Veronica furrowed her eyebrows together, “What are you doing here?”

@thxdxrkonxs

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like for a starter!!

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CRACKSHIP→ Tom Hollans x Dove Cameron

requested by @stitchedintime

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crackship manip: peter + gwen (au)

↳ But darling, in the end you’ve got to be your own hero, because everybody’s busy trying to save themselves.

( c.t. )

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your EYES crashin’ into my [ e y e s ], was i accidentally falling in LOVE?

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throw ur tom holland’s @ me

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tagged by a qt @la-vie-cn-rose

1 ( NAME / ALIAS ):  summer

2 ( BIRTHDAY ):  january 14

4 ( HEIGHT ):  5′7′’

5 ( HOBBIES ):  getting my nails done, working, writing, playing my clarinet, listening to music, watching riverdale & glee

6 ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S) ): red & yellow

7 ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ): the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald, the divergent series by veronica roth, any of ellen hopkin’s books

8 ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ):  no tears left to cry by ariana grande!!

9 ( LAST FILM WATCHED ):   the phantom of  the opera

10 ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ):  i get inspiration from movies, tv shows, books. usually, it’s from my own imagination when i’m in what i call isolation at work (we have different stores that we can work in, and there’s one that is so far away from the others and i call it isolation lol)

11 ( DREAM JOB ): secondary school teacher (math, english & possibly chemistry)

12 ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ):  this song. it’s one of my favorites from that album.

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Violet was never one to feel sad for another family, but now that her ghostly body is stuck in this house forever, she felt sad for any family that would potentially add to the rest of the ghosts in this house. Violet had felt pretty lonely ever since she told Tate to go away. The blonde sulked up and down the halls, watching her parents scare off anyone who even tried to rent out the house. After all, Violet would have liked to have someone else to talk to, not just the same old, same old. But she couldn’t stand the fact that if she tried to make a friend, especially male, someone in the house would destroy it. It was weird now, though, when a new family came in, seemingly moving their belongings in. She lurked in the shadows, not wanting to startle the family already.

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la-vie-cn-rose:

“Hello, miss.” Danielle started, looking at the redhead as she pulled up the seat across from her, sinking into the plush fabric of the chair, “I’m Danielle King; I’m a buyer for the local diamond company that wanted to start a collection with you.” She felt so beneath saying it in that way, but it was the truth – she wasn’t a designer, or a model…she was a worker. She had to pay the bills somehow, and she was so unliked that it was very hard for her to move up any further.

“Are you still interested in doing the collection?” She asked with a head tilt, and a flat expression on her face.

Genevieve listened to the girl’s story, and how she would like like to do a collaboration with the redhead. Genevieve thought for a moment before nodding. How could she say no? Diamonds are a girls best friend, right? Genevieve grabbed a pen and wrote down the girls name and the following company, writing diamonds underneath her name. “Yes, I am still interested in doing the collection,” the redhead simply said, a smile on her ruby red lips.

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Silas was never one to party, but he also couldn’t say no whenever the idea was brought up. So, here was, chatting to some of his colleagues that invited him to the party while people danced the Charleston around them. He was growing bored, talking about the same old things that they talked about all the time. He started looking around the room, trying to find someone more interesting to talk to. His eyes landed on a girl with a lilac dress that caught his eyes, only for the fact that the dress shined into his eye, anyways. He had also noticed that the girl had been looking at him for who knows how long. A small smirk landed on his lips, and he excused himself from his group of friends to go up to the female. When he arrived, he placed his hands in his pockets, his smirk still visible. “Hey, I’m Silas.” 

putting on the ritz ✨

closed starter for @daydreamin !!

Vivi sat with her legs crossed over a lavish crimson futon, resting her elbow over the gold armrest as she took a long drag from her ornate cigarette holder, bejeweled with amethysts and pearls as to show her class as her elaborate lilac dress shined like stars underneath the dim lights. Someone’s bulldog in her lap, she pat the pup’s head dubiously as she scanned the surroundings – people drunkenly dancing the Charleston, a drunken blonde man reciting Keats, people having relations on the floor; this party was truly wild, and Vivi was soaking up everything about it.

Her eyes set on a young man in the corner of the room; a small smile creased her ruby red lips as she placed a hand under her chin, studying the man’s appearance and stance. However, she waited for him to notice her; one rule she was taught was to never seem desperate, and she wanted to distinguish herself from the crowd of unruly party guests by seeming more polite and refined. She took another drag, flipping the cigarette holder in between her fingers as her light green eyes remained focused on him.