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i hope that in 2025 u get to take more walks, read more books, connect with more people whom u love and who love u, achieve ur goals (even if ur goals are having no goals and just living in the moment), exercise fun hobbies, move from a place of self-direction, and weave together a beguiling assortment of beautiful little moments. remember that no feeling lasts forever. love u
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hey so i’m in love with this !!!
༄ my friends as moodboards .ᐟ
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jojo

jay

sol

kay

kat

kae

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follow @cometmultiverse for more ☄️ .ᐟ
taglist |✰| @juiceboxjosie @jayleneflorian @sematarygirls @iheartjjmaybnk @katlovestatelangdon @fawnribbcn
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i could fix him but i lowkey fw the craziness???
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YES YES YES
༄ slytherin fancasts as moodboards .ᐟ
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mattheo riddle

theodore nott

lorenzo berkshire

regulus black

astoria greengrass

daphne greengrass

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made for @juiceboxjosie
follow @cometmultiverse for more .ᐟ ☄️
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ATE SO HARD. I HAVE FALLEN
༄ billie eilish albums as moodboards .ᐟ
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hit me hard and soft

happier than ever

when we all fall asleep where do we go

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made for @juiceboxjosie
follow @cometmultiverse for more .ᐟ☄️
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😦😦😦 i needed this

!crybaby reader meeting !dealer chris for the first time.
surprise, surprise—your first time meeting chris had been at some stupid frat party.
typically, you don’t go to these kinds of things. you don’t like how crowded they can get, how easily you feel overwhelmed with the blaring music and the warm bodies touching every single part of you when you try to move through the house. sometimes they can be nice—if you actually have someone to talk to or hang out with—but seeing as your best friend is off somewhere tongue wrestling with one of the frat boys the house belongs to, you’re not exactly enjoying yourself.
it shows on your face, too. chris is talking to one of his usual buyers when he glances your way, your pretty features and the little red dress you’re wearing making him do a double-take. you look nothing short of a fuckin’ brat sittin’ on the couch with your arms crossed over your chest, pink lips pressed into a pout while you glower at everyone in the room like they’re to blame for your sour mood. usually he’d steer clear of girls like you, but he can’t help the subtle amusement he feels in wondering if just a little bit of attention would do you any good.
“here—” he hands over the plastic baggie of weed he’d been holding to his buyer, licking over his lower lip, “jus’ take this tonight, and pay me t’morrow. i’ll come collectin’,” he assures him, only offering a curt nod before he’s walking away from the guy entirely.
gaze set on you now, chris makes his way over, hands shoved into his pockets. you don’t realize he’s heading your way until he stops right in front of you, blocking your view of the rest of the party. when you look up at him from beneath your lashes, chris raises an eyebrow.
“the fuck you sittin’ over here poutin’ for?” he asks, squinting down at you. you aren’t sure if he’s trying to be mean—his choice of words isn’t exactly kind, but his tone holds no real malice behind it.
still, you don’t like that he’s just called you out, so instead of answering him verbally, you find yourself shrugging your shoulders instead, opting for the silent treatment. nothing could make this party any better, even if the brunette is kind of cute.
when you don’t answer him, chris can feel one corner of his mouth twitch. his gaze slowly falls over your seated figure, admiring your pretty features and the soft skin your dress doesn’t completely cover. when he decides he likes what he sees, he takes a seat next to you.
you don’t look at him, but you can see him out of the corner of your eye. he’s settled deep into the couch, legs spread out in front of him, like he’s waiting for someone to come take a seat there; you’re annoyed with yourself for the image that comes to mind.
“don’t know why you’d come to a party just to sit all by y’self,” he all but sneers from beside you, shaking his head. he glances your way, but when you still refuse to look at him, he snorts. “gettin’ all pretty jus’ to come pout in the corner. fuckin’ stupid.”
your eyebrows furrow at his poor choice of words, how mean you want to think he is, but your mind is too hung up on the fact that he’d just called you pretty. it catches you off guard, your head turning towards him, but upon seeing the way he’s already studying you, you quickly turn again, frowning at the way he’s just tricked you.
chris can’t help the small smirk on his face. he reaches into his pocket to pull out a joint, twirling the white prerolled between two long fingers. only he doesn’t stop there, reaching back into the same pocket where he’d brushed against something else. when he emerges, he’s holding a bright red lollipop.
the brunette glances over at you, gaze narrowed slightly. “y’wanna sucker?”
furrowing your eyebrows at his offer, you turn to look at him, his hand only partially held towards you with the candy dangling from two long fingers. he’s looking at you like he couldn’t give a shit less whether you take it or not and for some reason, it makes you want it.
when you reach out and take it from him, chris watches you carefully, a lazy smile tugging at his mouth upon the hesitant thanks you offer him. he doesn’t say anything, just shrugging his shoulders in response before he lights up beside you.
for a few minutes, neither of you say anything. you’re absently watching the partygoers around you as your mouth toys with the candy the brunette had given you, vaguely aware of his presence and the way smoke billows from his mouth every so often. eventually, your gaze drifts his way, looking from him to the joint he’s holding between two fingers with curious eyes.
you don’t say anything right away, watching the pretty boy take a drag, but your curiosity gets the best of you soon enough. “can i—could i try that?”
wispy clouds fall from chris’s mouth as he looks at you. his gaze is lazy as he drags it over your face, noting the redness of your tongue from the sucker he’d given you. a minute goes by and you start to squirm a little bit under his thoughtful blue eyes, about to take it back, but chris beats you to it.
“you ever smoke before?” he finally asks, to which you shake your head. another few seconds pass. “then no.”
your lips part at his response, mouth falling open a bit. you don’t know why, but you were kind of expecting him to give in. he must have seen it too, his mouth twitching up into a little smirk as you furrow your eyebrows, frowning.
chris suppresses a chuckle before he takes another long drag, waiting to speak again until he’s finished. “i don’t like to get pretty girls started on shit. should have lied,” he insists with a shrug of his shoulders, and your face drops even further knowing he would have said yes had you been smarter.
chris clicks his tongue at your expression, sighing. “fix your face and go back to that sucker, sweetheart, before i give you somethin’ to fuckin’ pout about.”
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OMG OMG
༄ the sturniolo triplets as mood boards .ᐟ
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nick sturniolo

matt sturniolo

chris sturniolo

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accurate asf and so cute, i loveeee <33
༄ obx characters mood boards .ᐟ
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john b. routledge

jj maybank

pope heyward

rafe cameron

barry garcia

cleo anderson

kiara carrera

sarah cameron

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“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.”
— Michael Faudet
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pls i beg
GIVE ME BACK JOHN B AND JJ AS THE MOST CHAOTIC BESTIE DUO PLEASE 😵💫😵💫
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