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"you're so fucking vain. it's actually unbelievable to think that you love anyone other than yourself." (@malboraslihan)

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ok i think i'm back

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ft. dailey radio ♡

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fuck ass new editor how do i work this

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♡ jacob elordi via tiktok ( gala.fr )

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SHAUNA SHIPMAN & JACKIE TAYLOR YELLOWJACKETS

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Mason Gooding The Scream VI Experience (Feb. 25th, 2023)

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might make a comeback ☝️

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CHRISTINA RICCI as MISTY QUIGLEY in Yellowjackets (2021-), 2x1

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OLIVIA COOKE Harper’s Bazaar UK, December 2022 (½)

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citrusfield​:

“come on, you know my parents. they’d probably want me to follow you to make sure you’re not all alone in a new city.” it doesn’t matter how old they are now; they’re always going to be children in the eyes of daisy’s parents and she knows they’d much prefer the two of them to stick together, to keep looking after one another the way they have for over a decade now. “as for kevin, i don’t really know what he’d do… i mean, there are plenty of people out there in long-distance relationships, right? i guess it could work if we tried.” but if she were totally honest, how moving would affect her relationship with kevin hadn’t actually crossed her mind when she’d first spoken. her only thought — the most important thought — had been not wanting to be separated from her best friend. everything else comes second. “that’s true, you are. you’re the best friend i’ve ever had.” it’s not even a contest. as much as she loves her other friends and would do anything for them, none of them could hold a candle to riley and they all know it; encourage it, even. the bond they both share is rare and daisy won’t be taking it for granted anytime soon. “really? oh, you’re the best.” it’s with an excited smile that she untangles herself from the blanket, scrambles up from the couch and quickly disappears into the hallway. it takes her a minute or two to remember where she left the small make-up bag, but once she finally grabs it, she’s practically skipping back to the living room and resuming her place next to riley. “okay, what look are we aiming for? something subtle or a little more dramatic? either way, i’ll be gentle, i promise.”

riley can’t help but nod to daisy’s words. she is right. part of the reason why daisy was so kind is because she took after her parents, and riley appreciated it. they gave her support and love when she needed the most, and for that she’ll always be thankful. “yeah, i mean... i’m sure you guys could make it work.” tries to sound casual, then shrugs. it’s not like this scenario is going to happen, so there was no reason to stress or think about kevin. and the less she thought about him, the better, at least in riley’s book. “shucks, daise,” a small smile sprouts on the corners of her lips. no matter how many times daisy professes her undying love and loyalty for her, it will still manage to baffle riley. she can’t get over it. daisy is her home, and remembering that will always be enough to bring a smile to her lips. “it works out, then, ‘cause you’re the best friend i’ve ever had.” it was different with daisy. of course riley had noah and julien and they were probably her closest friends, after daisy, and all the girls on the team who she loved to bits and would fight anyone who dared hurt them... but daisy was not even on another league. she was another entirely different planet. she didn’t really believe the concept of soulmates until daisy came into her life. now, riley’s sure that daisy is hers. and the way daisy beams at her when riley gives the go ahead for the make-up session only serves to confirm it further, causing her heart to soar inside of her ribcage. “i know.” riley’s tone is cocky, but she’s only teasing. when daisy returns, she straightens up on the couch. “i can tell you what i’m not aiming for,” she giggles nervously. “i don’t want to look like that one barbie everyone had growing up, with five tufts of hair on their head, looking like a cubist painting.” of course, daisy would never do that. she’s far too skilled with the brushes to put riley in harm’s way. “but i guess, i don’t know... subtle? whatever you think will look better.”

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closed starter for @mythvlogie​

“i had a dream about you.” lux was snuggled into them on the spacious couch on the back patio, a blanket draped over both their bodies as everyone else in the house either slept or watched the horror movie someone had put on. she hadn’t really been interested in the prospect of spending time around anyone else, though she hadn’t necessarily planned to tell them about this. “maybe if you’re nice to me i’ll tell you details.” 

“about me?” hues widen with interest as noah leans in her direction. they’ve been waiting to get lux’s attention for a while now, so it’s hard to pretend like they’re not hanging onto her every word. “i’m always nice,” noah grins, eyelashes fluttering to further their point. “c’mon, lampard, cough it up.”

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“that doesn’t sound quite right, but i also don’t know enough about aerodynamics to dispute it.” so instead, she decides it’s actually a perfectly reasonable assumption to make after all and shrugs it off. science was never her strong suit anyway; she always had to sneak a peek at someone else’s work over their shoulder to glean even a modicum of knowledge in that class. “in that case, it sounds like you’re going to be happy forever because i’m definitely not going anywhere. even if you decide to move town one day, i’d have to pack my bags and follow you. we come as a pair whether people like it or not.” besides, it’s not like songwriters need to be bound to one place in order to find success. she could build up an audience anywhere, but she can’t as easily find a new best friend. “i can’t help but feel like you’re super biased about this kind of thing, but… thank you. seriously. i fucking love you, you know.” this time, she makes sure to give riley a real hug; sitting up straighter with a grin to fully wrap her arms around the other’s neck and pull her closer. no matter how downtrodden daisy might get from time to time, it doesn’t take long before a few simple words from riley has her mood making a complete 180. maybe she doesn’t need a copious amount of fans in order to feel like her work means something. riley is easily worth a hundred listeners alone. “oh please, don’t feel bad. you know i’d do whatever you wanted.” hell, she wouldn’t have sat through countless amounts of hockey games over the years if that wasn’t true. daisy had never once cared about sports until riley joined a team. now, despite still not fully understanding the rules, she’ll scream herself hoarse to show support. “besides, if you don’t choose something, i’ll be forced to pull out the lipstick and mascara sooner than planned, and use your pretty face as a canvas. that’s both a threat and a promise.”

“you’d really do that?” it shouldn’t make her feel so surprised, because riley would do the same for her, but her eyes still widen at the possibility. “what about your parents? or kevin?” riley would take any chance to skip town and live with daisy in a little apartment that was only theirs. god knows they fantasized about it when they were young. but unlike riley, daisy had things and people that tethered her to the city. “i’m not, though. i love you to bits, daise, but we’re good enough friends to be honest with each other, and i’d tell you if you sucked.” and she did, when daisy tried things that weren’t really her cup of tea. of course she never outright said it in such a blunt and careless manner, a courtesy that she won’t extend to others, but she always was honest with daisy. at least about most things. there really was just one thing she couldn’t really bring herself to be honest about, because it frightened her. riley beams at daisy’s use of profanity, she loves when daisy does it. arms instinctively wrap around daisy’s waist, pulling her impossibly close, resting her head on daisy’s shoulder. the gesture makes her heart race inside of her chest the way not even a championship win ever could. and she had a couple of those under her belt, so she had proof. “i know you would,” her voice is a little hoarse as she pulls back from daisy’s frame. “but i’m a very good friend, so you don’t have to.” she gives daisy a playful roll of brown hues before she concedes. they had too many sleepovers that riley knew by now the makeover would eventually happen at some point. and since daisy liked it so much, why not? “as long as you keep calling me pretty, i’ll let you get away with almost anything, page.” shakes her head, as the flush takes over her cheeks. “do your worst.”