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🌙💫 texts: sunshower.

november: i love black mirror lmao

november: but i don't want to block anyone just mute them for a minute

diana: hahah, yeah it's great when it's not making you hate everything

diana: but idk i still think that sounds like a terrible idea

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🌙💫 texts: open.

november: is there a life hack where you can mute people irl?

november: @ science ??? I'm waiting

diana: seems like you haven't watched black mirror

diana: spoiler: it's a terrible idea

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i’m sorry for not being able to get on today. it got ather busy with plans. i should be able to get on tomorrow afternoon tho. hope everyone’s doing well !

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zcrochill:

Perhaps it would be for the best if Tristan was more serious about personal security. As he was laid in his uncomfortable bed, buried under the covers and aimlessly staring at the ceiling, he faintly heard the door opening, and frankly, he didn’t care. It could be a robber for all he knew, or perhaps a serial killer that murdered people just for the thrill. Life was pointless and temporary anyway, so it’s not like it mattered. The voice, however, indicated that it was not a maniac coming to harm him, but rather someone… very familiar. “Unfortunately, Tristan isn’t home. It’s just me, the shadow he left behind when he left to chase that drug dealer who sold him laundry detergent instead of cocaine,” he mumbled, not bothering to get up and greet the girl that had just arrived (as always, unannounced) at his premises.

           diana followed the voice into his bedroom, seeing the figure buried under covers and looking rather miserable. she slipped off her baggy jacket, dropping it onto the floor. she was wearing a smile, just glad to see him alive. crawling ono the bed, over the covers, she laid on top of him.   “ oh, i missed your wit and ever so vibrant attitude. “   brushing her fingers through his hair, she broke out into a full grin. sure, these episodes were ones not to invalidate, and diana was here for them, always. for some reason tristan was the rough kind of person she gravitated towards, and wanted to make sure he was fed, and clean. well, that was days like this. days when he actually left his place were a different story.   “ did you eat anything today? something beside laundry detergent which i’m not going to assume is probably coursing through your veins. “

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maycs:

her camera stands as tall as she does, directed towards the horizon. to the naked eye, it is a midnight abyss where sea blends to sky. during the morning hours, the sun would illuminate behind the water, and distinguish the land from the atmosphere. immediately before dawn, maya navigates her way to the sand. her goal is to capture a starry night turned purple and orange hues. with her finger on the fire button, one eye closed and the other focused through a microscopic lens, she coincidentally snapped a silhouette figure strolling past during her long exposure. she is not phased by an unpredictable subject, she enjoys capturing others in action. but it is not even morning, the sun is just starting to show its face. curiously, maya calls out, “what are you doing up so early, huh?” her extroversion forcing her mouth open and words out. long nails still gripping the edge of the camera, she appears from behind the viewfinder. 

            the day was going to be long but that was just the setup of diana’s life. she had a schedule that she stuck to. one that called for a jog every morning. right at the crack of dawn she was up in her running clothes and out the door ready to go. she moved down the block to get closer to the beach, a lovely scene to run in. her music was blaring through her ears and she wasn’t think about anything in particular, just going over the things she needed to do before going off to work in the afternoon. but someone familiar caught her eye and she looked on, seeing none other than maya snapping photos of the sunrise. she could only imagine how stunning they were. she slowed down a stop, breath heavy but a smile still on her lips. hands places at her hips as she paused her music.   “ just out for a jog. gotta start the day right, you know? “   her slight jersey accent making a peak through her words.   “ can i see what you’re taking? “

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            the night was still young in di’s eyes. she’d gotten off work a couple hours ago and after a stop to the grocery store, it made her think of someone. so after feeding the cats and putting the frozens away, she grabbed her purse and was out the door. of course, this was after changing into her soft and stylish civilian clothes. never would she go to tristan’s wearing her work clothes. heaven forbid. but the walk was soothing and she got her time to listen to music. a mixture of jazz, some hip hop, and her ipod even through in a dash of punk while it was on shuffle. buried under a a light coat far too big for her body, she reached the door, knocking quietly to announce herself before opening the door to walk in. didn’t matter if he was busy, he could be with someone and it didn’t matter. diana dumped her purse on the kitchen counter, looking for some form of life.   “ tristan ? “   she echoed out, stepping out of her heels and kicking them by the door. her delicate feet padding against the floor. // @zcrochill !!

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xicmara:

Working as a receptionist at the hotel was slightly exhausting. She was the person that everyone saw when their first walked into the hotel - that besides the person who often opened the door for them. She was the person who was supposed to give the hotel a good first impressional. A lot of times when people would first walk up to her to check in, they’d be tired. It was a hotel after all. Some guests were great while some were a piece of work. Xiomara would never tell anyone the real reason she worked there; it would be a secret for now. After a long shift, she clocked out, changed out of her work clothes and made her way through Brighton. She pulled her camera out of her purse and started taking a few pictures, purposely taking shots of other people so she could try to keep tabs on them. It’s been a year since she’s been at Brighton, but she’s still wanting to know everything about everyone. It’ll get her in trouble one day, but she’s not too concerned right now.

       it was a long day of work. sure, di loved her job and being able to fake the decade she lives in. she loves her little poodle skirt that she gets to wear and sings along to every song that plays over the speakers. but it’s a long job and a hard job. she’s ready to go home, put on a face mask, and watch tv until she falls asleep. hopefully after she takes the mask off. but her walk back from work to her apartment was a bit of a long one. diana wasn’t really the scared type, and this whole mystery of people vanishing wasn’t exactly a concern. she grew up in new jersey, it never was a concern to her, no matter how scared her parents would get. but there was a feeling in the back of her neck as she was walking that someone was watching her, or even following her. she had her headphones in, rocking out to the strokes when that feeling just wouldn’t go away. it was giving her a bit of the creeps, so she turned around, hoping it was just her imagination. sure, there were people around them, but her eyes scanned for someone who stuck out. taking out her earbuds, she looked to see someone with a phone, she looked at her, frowning at the sight.   “ is something wrong ? “   she asked, never jumping to judgment, but her tone wasn’t all that friendly either. 

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it’s been kinda nuts n my blogs are a bit more put together. sorry i haven’t replied to any starters but i will get goin’ on that tomorrow!

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cindy kimberly from her instagram ( please don’t post in gif hunts without asking me first ! )

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         hi hello yes i’m dying up here these kick offs always get me shaken so i prolly wont be interacting for a while bc i got two blogs to work on but hi, hello !! i’m chloe. very excited to be here. ur friendly neighborhood dad, if u will. i also play my bby boy nicki (max irons fc amirite ??), which i will get to when i’m not overwhelmed with 20 things at once. so, if u wanna learn abt my doll, diana !!! just keep on readin’ !

CINDY KIMBERLY? No, I think that’s just DIANA NAVARRO, the 20 year old Brighton resident who has been there for TWO YEARS. They are currently employed at BLUE MOON DINER as a SERVER and their coworkers say they’re EMPATHETIC though sometimes FICKLE. If you get to know them better, you might find that SHE PLAYS STAND UP BASS. Don’t forget; they identify as CIS FEMALE and use SHE/HER!

she’s a princess fair warning

she was born and raised in newark, nj. her parents were star crossed lovers who left spain after their parents didn’t approve of their different cultural backgrounds. she’s been raised as an only child, in a house of love. her mother is a baker and di spent most of her early life in the bakery listening to her mother’s amazing mixes of songs and making delicious treats

going into high school, she had a passion for music and begged her parents to send her to a specialty school, and they did.

di became trained in playing the stand up bass for jazz performance, as well as vocal training, and studying improvisation of scat. though, in her times of being a performer, she enjoyed the studying part more than being on stage. sure, it was fun, and she had a lovely voice, but her passion was knowing all there was to know about music, not to be the one to make it.

she wanted to become a music historian, and UCLA had an amazing program that was her dream to go, but when she brought this up to her parents, they were not so pleased to have her go after such an obscure job title. 

being kind of the stubborn gal she is, after she graduated, she got her ducks in a row and flew away to brighton.

the intent here was to just get away from the influence of her parents and friends and become her own person, who could figure out what she wated. as much as she hated what her parents had to say, they were kind of right. she hoped this time would help her find a new, more stable passion

plot twist, it hasn’t.

now she’s got two years left on her visa and she’s gotta figure out what the fuck to do with her life.

NOW THE FUN PART !!

if u took a cliche mean girls group, di would be the quiet pretty one. pretty enough to be queen bee but without the backbone to support that dominant personality.

she is very sweet and empathetic but if it came to her friends or people she cares for, she can bring out the claws.

and that’s really not fun.

she kinda has this face of wanting to take over the world and then people act harsh with her and she’s vv gentle and soft. she doesn’t dish it out bc she knows she can’t take it in return.

she is built to have a bff who is the Queen Bee bc she’s the perfect supporter. she can look at catty and petty stuff and go ‘hmm yes good i like this good thing i have u bc i can’t say this stuff’

she’s a glamour babe w red lipstick and highlighter don’t touch her stuff ever.

while she is very sociable, she enjoys her time alone. she almost always has headphones in. she lives alone and couldn’t imagine sharing her space with anyone. it’s why she’s never had a serious relationship when she moved to brighton. 

she’s openly bi, and while she tends to gravitate towards men for their supple money supports, they tire her and she has more fun with women, anyways.

there is so much i could talk about but i dO NOT HAVE TIME PLEASE LET’S PLOT I LOVE YOU ALL

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Well he aint wrong

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She is the type of girl who falls in love with sunsets.

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