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[snakedov]

Dove at Miley's release party icons 2/2

[love4dovey]

New profile picture and header!😊💜

[tikitsune]

Platonic!SWF 2 x VA!Reader

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Word count: 1k

Warnings: I don't know how the real world works apparently

Notes: I finally gave into my temptations and made one despite the fact that I have zero experience writing for real people. Lemme know how it goes.

I'll be honest, it's mostly gonna be JR, Bebe and Tsubakill, with half Mannequeen/1Million and not so much of LadyBounce, Wolf'Lo and Deep n' Dap.

Ling looked up from her phone. "Hey, Kristen. You said we wanted another person right?"

Kristen looked at her in confusion. It was about a week before they had to send in their member count and while she satisfied the team requirements with five, it couldn't hurt to have an extra person for safety.

"Uhm.Yeah. Why? Do you have someone?"

Ling went back to staring at her phone and scrolling through something. "Yeah. Just a sec. Any minute now."

Whatever it was that Ling was waiting for drew the rest of the people in the studio in. Audrey and Emma briefly stopped their playful banter about a tik tok dance to look at their oldest member. Latrice took out an earbud from where she was working on a choreograph. Kristen walked over to where Ling was and peered at her screen. She was staring at the Jam Republic 'Meet Our Artists' page. Over and over again, each time, reloading the page.

She eventually scrolled to the name she was looking for. [Name]. Upon further clicking of the profile the name to pop up was '[Name] Zhang'. Below that was a description of her accomplishments in dance.

"Yes!" Ling nearly shouted, pumping her fist. "Guys, meet my sister, the potential 6th member of the Street Woman Fighter 2's Jam Republic team."

She turned her phone to face her other team members. They all came to crowd around her to look at her phone. "Wah! She looks so young!" Audrey, the youngest in the group, looked quite interested in a potential younger member.

"She is. She's 19 and just transferred to a Cal State from Community college in Cali." Ling looked at her sister's picture. "She's working towards a major in theatrics and the best part is... She's a voice actor."

Emma looked a bit perplexed. "If she's a voice actor, how is she in Jam Republic?"

Ling only smirked. "She is a choreographer and a voice actor."

Kristen smiled at the older girl. "Well, can we see a video of her dancing? I don't want to exactly say now but I want to see her skill level first."

Latrice butt in. "Wait—. Does she go by any pseudonym or something like that?"

That brought everyone's attention back to Ling. "Uh. Yeah. I think she goes by Sino in the show biz. Like she uses [Nsme] Zhang as her dance name and everything else uses Sino."

Latrice looked excited. "You mean the Sino who choreographed some of the Descendants 3 dances at 15? The one who helped with the live action Mulan fight scenes?"

Everyone was taken aback by Latrice's excitement as well as the supposed new information. "Let me ask."

Ling opened her phone contacts and clicked on a contact named 'the talented 🎤'.

"Yup. According to her, that's it." Ling looked up from her phone.

Audrey looked at Ling. "You must be so proud of her to do that at such a young age."

Ling smiled at their current youngest member. "I am."

Everyone could hear the pride in Ling's voice. Her eyes lit up again before she opened YouTube on her phone and showed them a short of what seemed to be [Name] dancing a choreography to 'Boyfriend' by Dove Cameron. It was quite the sexy song and somehow it fit [Name] very well. Her moves were very flowy but held a lot of energy. Her sultry expressions worked well, making her seem older than she actually was. [Name] finished in a floor pose before she got up, giggling a bit and the video cut.

Everyone collectively awed at the adorableness that was displayed at the end of the video. “Yeah. I’ll add her if she wants. Do we need to get her a plane ticket as well?”

“No need. She’s at the University of Seoul as a student exchange student for the semester. Going there for theatrics, dance and, surprisingly, foods." Ling looked at her phone again.

It rang and she picked up. The screen showed [Name], seemingly in bed. "Hey, Ling Ling. What's up?"

[Name]'s voice was soft, but rough. She was supported by a red covered pillow, her hair was thrown in a messy bun that rested on her head and her phone seemed to be propped against the head end of the bed frame. Her sleepy, half-lidded eyes were framed by round black glasses. "Hi [Name]. I'm with the girls here."

Ling panned the camera, each member waving at the screen.

"Hi."

"Hello."

"Hey."

"Hiii!"

"Hello to Kristen, Latrice, Emma and Audrey, I believe." [Name] looked up, trying to remember each member's name by face. When she got confirmation that she was right, she smiled a soft smile. It took a lot for everyone to not 'aww' at her cuteness.

"So, is there a reason you are calling me…" She seemed to look slightly to the upper left corner of her phone. "... at 06:15 in the morning? Like I can understand a text but a call?"

The girls exchanged glances and a chuckle. "Uh yeah. That would be my fault." Kristen said.

[Name] raised her eyebrow, "Mmm. And why is that?"

"Well I was wondering if you would like to be a part of our group for Street Woman Fighter 2. While 5 people is enough, it would make me feel better if we had another, you know?" Kristen looked a bit shy as she spoke.

[Name] pushed the bridge of her glasses up her nose as her face contorted into a contemplating look. "On what days? I have three classes on Saturday and that's it."

Due to [Name] being an exchange student, she didn’t need to take the necessary classes that most Korean students must take and it just so happened that her classes/lectures were all on the same day. Theatrics first thing in the morning at 08:00 and would span out for 2 hours. Food started at 13:00 and again ended two hours later. Dance would not begin until 18:00 and go till 20:00. (I must preface this by saying that I have never been in an exchange program before so not all of this is accurate. And yes, I use military time, if I have to do math for the ‘normie’ people, then you can do math for me.)

“Mhm… We don’t know yet actually. We can just catch you up on things when you’re not here.” Ling propped her phone on the studio mirror and sat back.

[Name] rubbed her eyes behind her glasses before pushing up the frame. “Yeah, sure.” She yawned.”My apartment building was rented out for people so i can only assume that would be for the competition. So tell them not to worry about the room placement for me.”

She scrubbed her hand over her face, brought her book in front of her before looking at the camera. “All right, If that’s all, I’mma get back to reading.”

“Nah. All good here, sis, thanks. Love you.” Ling picked up the phone as everyone waved behind her.

She ended the call, smiling at her two worlds meeting.

[regenerateblog]

Este 2022 será diferente... ¿Les gusta mi nueva foto de perfil de mis redes sociales y canal de youtube?

[thestuffedalligator]

On a small farm outside of a small town in Canada, a horde of four-hundred thirteenth-century Mongol soldiers on horseback rode out through a hole in time and space.

One of them had a thick leather glove, on which a golden eagle perched. Its handler reached up, slipped the little hood off the eagle’s head, and flicked his wrist. It took off, caught a thermal, soared in a lazy arc, dove, spread its talons forward, and then hit a window with a thunk.

Daniel DiSebastian, who was fifteen and on the other side of the window, stared. The eagle had managed to sink its talons into the mesh of the window screen before it stunned itself. It was hanging upside down. Over it, Dan saw a horde of four-hundred thirteenth-century Mongol soldiers standing in formation in his neighbour’s field.

He stared for a moment longer. Curiosity won over self-preservation, and he walked out onto the porch of the house for a better view.

There was a ripping noise, the sound of panicked flapping, and something huge and tawny swooped low over Dan’s head. He ducked and only just managed to see the golden eagle fly in a wide circle back towards the horde of waiting soldiers. He heard a distant shout. Then two-hundred-and-forty of the soldiers drew their bows and fired into the air, creating a screaming cloud of arrows that blotted out the sun before raining down in a lethal shower.

Eighty-seven of these arrows hit Dan.

Dan died instantly.

He got better. When he did, the horde was already gone.

*

Eleven months later, Dan was mostly sure that whatever had happened that day eleven months ago had not, in fact, happened.

He was very happy to accept that it hadn’t happened until he walked into a Tim Hortons for a coffee and a donut and walked out to find a golden eagle perched on the sign for the drive-through.

Dan blinked. The eagle blinked. It took off with a heavy thump of wings, and Dan noticed the four-hundred thirteenth-century Mongol soldiers on horseback in the parking lot.

There was a whistling noise. Dan was hit by one-hundred-and-seventy-nine-arrows.

Dan died instantly.

He got better. The horde was gone again. One of them had stolen his donut.

*

It was already dark when Dan and Cameron Burnaby walked out of the theatre.

“God, what a bad movie,” she laughed. Her breath came out in puffs of vapour in the November air.

“Like not even so bad it’s good,” Dan said. “It’s so bad it goes all around the world and crosses back into bad.”

“It’s supposed to be the last one, right?”

“That’s what I heard?”

Another puff of laughter. “Hope,” Cameron Burnaby said, grinning. “That’s what you hope.”

A huge bird took off from the sign over the theatre. Cameron Burnaby oohed at the sight and watched as it flew away.

Dan looked at her. This was nice. It was slow, but it was nice. It was nevertheless slightly spoiled by the little anxious voice that banged around in his hindbrain. It had been a year since his last attack. It was bound to happen eventually, and he had no idea how to bring it up in conversation. ‘So, I see you like the Mongolian beef and broccoli. Speaking of Mongolia, have I ever told you that I’ve been killed by Mongols four times?’

He had to tell her. But maybe he didn’t. Maybe they were done. It had been a whole year. Maybe killing him four times was enough for them. Surely killing somebody once was enough for most people, right?

Cameron Burnaby turned back at him and grinned. “So!” she said. “Was it the worst horror movie you’ve ever seen?”

He shook himself out of a vision of archers on horseback. “Nope, not even,” he said, walking forward again. “There was this one movie that came out last year. It’s about a guy who kidnaps tourists and turns them into walruses, it’s amazingly—”

Dan slipped on the ice. His leg flew up from underneath him. He felt sudden weightlessness and there was a crack as he landed on the sidewalk.

Everything hurt. Stars flashed across his vision. They faded to reveal the face of Cameron Burnaby, mittens clasped over her mouth. “Are you okay?” she asked.

No, Dan thought. “Yep,” Dan groaned. He pulled himself up onto his elbows. “Trust me, I’ve had worse.”

Cameron Burnaby offered him a hand. He took it, she pulled him up to his feet, and the two were suddenly standing much closer than he had expected.

Dan swallowed. He was suddenly aware of a thousand tiny details. The snowflakes that hung in her hair. The freckles on her nose. The shape of her lips. The terror in her eyes which were looking at something just over and past his shoulder.

He was briefly aware of seventeen arrows hitting the back of his skull.

Dan died instantly.

He got better. Cameron Burnaby was retching in the snow.

“What the fuck was that?!” she finally said, wiping the corner of her mouth with a mitten.

Dan considered a variety of responses. He decided that they all sounded stupid. He settled for the only one he knew was accurate. “A horde of four-hundred thirteenth-century Mongol soldiers,” he sighed.

“They – you—” She gestured wildly. “Your face.”

Dan winced and eased himself onto the sidewalk. “I didn’t want you to see that,” he said.

There was a pause. “Has this happened before?” Cameron Burnaby asked.

Dan thought. “Yeah,” he said. “Five times, counting this one.”

“So this is just a thing that happens.”

“It – yeah,” he said. “I think so. It is.”

Cameron Burnaby nodded. “Oh. Okay.”

Another pause. A car drove past. Cameron Burnaby stood up. “I’m going to go.”

Dan nodded. “Right,” he said. “Some other time?”

There was no answer. Dan closed his eyes. He laid down on the sidewalk and listened to the crunch of snow under boots until they died away. Snowflakes landed on his face, tiny pinpricks of cold which stung and faded almost instantly as they melted.

There was a thump. Dan opened his eyes and looked over. There was a golden eagle standing there, twisting its head to glare at Dan.

Dan glared back. “I hate you,” he said. “I really, deeply hate you.”

The eagle, apparently satisfied with the answer, took off.

Another two-hundred-and-forty arrows sprouted from the sky.

Dan died instantly.

He got better. Physically, at least.

*

Dan had made the account because it had been five years since his date with Cameron Burnaby.

He looked it over again. The picture wasn’t great – he had tried several different angles and decided that he just didn’t have any good angles – but he was at least a little proud of the summary. Bi fella seeking someone to run from these time-travelling Mongol hordes with. Is that a metaphor? Contact me now to find out. Likes: coffee shops, people watching, history podcasts, dislikes: horses, arrows, people on horses with arrows, the CW show Arrow.

It was a long and glorious joke. Just like him.

He closed the app when he reached his car. He needed to drive. He didn’t have a specific location in mind. He just needed to drive somewhere. Anywhere.

Sometimes on drives like this, he’d drown out his thoughts with gory history podcasts. This time he let his mind wander.

Here he was. Daniel DiSebastian, twenty-four, killed by time-travelling Mongols twelve times. The butt of some cosmic running gag. Living in a cheap, empty condo in the city.

He turned a corner. Even the streets were empty this late at night.

Supposed to be empty. Dan turned onto the highway and was faced with a horde of four-hundred thirteenth-century Mongol soldiers.

The car squealed to a stop. Dan stared. He’d studied – or at least, he’d listened to a few podcasts about the Mongols. They could pull back the string of a one-hundred-and-sixty-pound bow twelve times a minute and could carry one-hundred-and-fifty arrows in a quiver.

A part of his brain wondered what they could do to a 2004 Chrysler Sebring.

The rest of his brain said: Fuck it.

What happened next happened very quickly. Dan heard the engine scream as he floored the gas. He heard one-hundred-and-twelve arrows drum on the roof of the car. He saw another twelve as they punched through the windshield. Through the web of cracks he thought he saw movement, saw the cavalry part like a sea.

Then he was in the middle of the horde. Horses and men and spears were tangled around him, a whirlwind of screams and smells. He felt the car lurch as it ran over something. A few bodies threw themselves onto the hood of the car and were thrown off. Something landed with a thump on his roof.

And then he was on the other side.

The car screamed through the dark until it found its way back to the parking lot of his condo. Dan parked quickly, threw open a door, ran out, and retched onto the asphalt.

“Who’s the joke now!” he screamed between gags. “I’M DANIEL MOTHERFUCKING DISEBASTIAN!”

The parking lot echoed his name. His breath was ragged, and his throat burned. He felt his heartbeat slow to the point that he could make out individual beats, and then he noticed the arrow stuck in his sternum.

He touched it gingerly. “Oh fuck,” he hissed. He tried to pull it out. “Fuck me, seriously.”

Something went thump behind him. Dan turned. A thirteenth-century Mongol soldier had let go of the roof of his car.

He was holding a curved knife.

Dan died slowly.

It was, he decided, a lot worse than dying instantly.

So here he was. Daniel DiSebastian, twenty-four, lying on the asphalt, killed by time-travelling Mongols thirteen times. He stared up at the sky, trying to see stars through the haze of the city.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. A profile picture of a man with a beard and a tattooed feather on his neck had sent him a message.

I’ll bite. Is it a metaphor?

Dan looked at the profile picture. He looked up at the sky. He wiggled his thumbs in thought before he tapped out a response. That’s a great question.

*

Their first date was that Saturday.

They went to an old book shop. They bought each other a book. Theo had bought Dan a copy of The Song of Achilles, and Dan had almost managed not to laugh, and promised Theo that he’d explain the joke later.

They walked out of the shop together.

The sun was blotted out.

Dan died instantly.

*

He woke to the sound of running feet.

Panic started to seize up in his chest – oh god they were here they wanted to crush their enemies and see them driven before them and hear the lamentations of the women – when he heard the shrieking giggle.

Panic paused. Mongols didn’t giggle. Did they? No, not as far as he knew. So it wasn’t Mongols. Who giggles? Kids?

The kids across the hall. Of his apartment. Yes. This was fine.

Adrenaline sizzled on contact with relief and boiled into seething indignation. “Somebody’s daddy should have been castrated,” he muttered.

Theo twisted beside him. “It’s like, eleven in the morning, babe.”

Dan glared at the stucco surface of the ceiling. “Fine,” he said. “They get a pass. This time.”

Theo snorted. He turned his phone of with a click, and he rolled to wrap his arm over Dan’s chest. “Don’t get maaad at them,” he said, nuzzling his chin into Dan’s neck.

“I’ll get as maaad as I want,” Dan said, the whine of the defeated.

An hour later, Dan pulled on his pants. “Remind me what we need again?”

“No, I’ll go with you,” Theo said. “I can’t trust you to buy groceries anymore.”

“Rude.”

“Rude and true. We still have fifteen bags of Tostitos.”

Dan sighed. “Is that just going to be a thing now?” he asked. “The Tostitos Incident?”

“I already have your tombstone planned. ‘Here Lies Daniel DiSebastian. He Once Bought Twenty Bags of Tostitos Chips By Accident.” Theo wiggled his fingers in the air to draw quotation marks around the words ‘By Accident.’ “We Don’t Know How It Happened Either.”

Dan wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, it’ll look great next to yours. ‘Here Lies Theodore Oliveira, Stung By Bees Forty-Five Times Specifically On The Crotch.”

“Now hold on.”

“We Don’t Know How It Happened, But We Can Guess!”

Theo shook his head. “Cool,” he said. “Cool, cool, cool. So because I learned a thing about Cleopatra, I’m the guy who wants a vibrator made of bees.”

Dan shrugged as he pulled his coat on. “I mean, you seemed pretty keen about it.”

“Fuck you, Tostitos.”

“Mm. Love you too, Cleo.”

When they were in the parking lot, Theo said, “You know I love you too, right?”

Dan looked over. “Yes?” he said. “We’ve been living together for a year, babe.”

“I know, I know. It’s just—”

“If you didn’t then I’m shit at reading signals.”

Theo grinned. “Yeah, your Bi-dar is total garbage.”

“I can’t connect to the Bi-Fi.”

“You need some…” Theo grimaced. “Bi-focals? To see who’s attracted to you?”

“That was terrible, Theo.”

“Yeah, but you’ll get bi.”

Dan snorted. “Jesus Christ. Anyways. You were saying?”

Theo shrugged. “I dunno. I said fuck you, and you said love you, and…” He blew the air out of his cheeks. “This is the longest I’ve been in a relationship, and I think I know what’s normal for us? But sometimes I’m not sure I know.”

Dan laughed, grabbed the lapels of Theo’s jacket, pulled him down and kissed him. “Fuck, I don’t know either. But I haven’t been normal in years, Theo. This is a ‘not normal’ I can take.”

Theo smiled. “How’re you feeling today, by the way?”

“Good!” Dan grinned. “I’m feeling good.”

There was a thump. Dan looked over and saw a golden eagle take off from the tailgate of a parked truck.

“Actually, hold that thought,” he said, taking a couple steps back.

Two-hundred-and-thirty-nine arrows came screaming out of the sky.

Dan died instantly.

He got better. He heard Theo asking if he was okay.

“Please tell me you saved the donuts,” he muttered.

There was a pause. “Y’know, you keep saying that, and I’ve never actually seen them steal anything from you.”

Dan screwed open an eye to glare. It didn’t last. Theo was squatting on the pavement next to him with his chin in his hand and a smile crinkling the corners of his mouth, and goddammit, he was cute.

He tried anyways. “Excuse you, how many times have you been killed by thirteenth-century Mongol soldiers?”

Theo shrugged. “Exactly zero,” he admitted. “But I’ve seen you get killed by thirteenth-century Mongol soldiers three times now, and I have the benefit of watching what they do while you’re out of it.”

“Oh, what, so someone else stole that donut? Some asshole was like, ‘Oh dope, a dead kid and a donut, yoink!’”

Theo grinned. “I’ve seen weirder things happen.”

Dan stared up at the sky. “Y’know what?” he said. “Totally fair.”

Dan got up and lived.

At least until eight months later. But he’d get better.

[livvyofthelake]

guys i think we need to make beachdeath’s acknowledgments a meme. here’s mine

for inspiring me: taylor swift, addison rae, jane austen, roberto aguirre sacasa, doja cat, tinkerbell, my tumblr mutuals, especially @withatalentforsquaddrill who gave me the idea to make this post, jennifer lopez, jojo siwa, caroline calloway, matt damon, alison bechdel, miley cyrus, jeff kinney, my women’s studies professor i’ve followed around for three classes now, lil nas x, dove cameron, alfonso cuarón, brad pitt, lizzo, henry golding, olivia rodrigo, madelyn cline, who you may recognize as my current profile picture and also half of my past profile pictures, simone biles, freddie mercury, tiktok user mr.mosebys_lefttit, tyler alvarez, diablo cody, camila mendes, dylan o’brien, zendaya, carly rae jepsen, shonda rhimes, pete davidson, and of course, jenna ortega

[hopeshoodie]

alright, let's fuck shit up a bit. ocean's 8, not related to pre existing movie. forget the cast. give me your "this would be hope, this would be lottie" and etc, including which actresses could play them. i'm very excited about this and i have a few thoughts, but i wanna see what you can come up with.

Oh my god please reblog this with your thoughts when I’m done because I’m in love with heist movies and sexy women. 

Ok so because I need a MC insert, MC is the one who sees the in. Maybe she’s a maid for a really wealthy person, maybe she works in event planning/banking/art galleries and she’s become jaded with her job. She sees an upcoming opportunity, but doesn’t have the know-how to get it done. For the sake of scenario, let’s say MC is holding a Banksy auction (because fuck Banksy) and she knows these works will fetch an insane price on the black market.

The first person she reaches out to is Hope. Hope’s a famous art collector, and through working with her in the past MC knows that Hope is a fence and a really high class one at that. Hope then plays the role of the mastermind, picking out all the roles they need and people to fill them and coming up with the plan. Her and MC have crazy sexual tension. She’s played by Diamond White (I loved her in Empire oml also I didn’t know she was in Dear White People???)

Hope decides that they need:

MC to review security and operations 

Someone to be a suspect but ultimately be completely clean (to distract the police and insurance investigators)- Lottie

Someone to create a diversion- Priya

Someone to get in and out and replace the works- Elisa

Someone behind the scenes pretending to be part of the shipping crew- Chelsea

Someone to appraise the work for the black market who will keep quiet- Marisol

A buyer - Shannon

Originally the idea was to frame Chelsea, because she’s not in on the plan and can’t accidentally reveal it, but there are too many variables to get her into place. They need someone calm, collected, suspicious enough, and who will never crack under pressure. Lottie’s the girl. Lottie’s role is to have access to the work and be as suspect as possible, leading the investigations on before finally it becoming apparent there’s no way she transported the works away. I don’t really have any actress faceclaims for Lottie, but Angelica Leira on Instagram has the right aesthetic 

Priya’s only role is to get in by being a beautiful date to an art buyer and make a scene at a random time in the night. So much of illusion is controlling where people’s focus is, so I imagine Hope wants people to remember a specific occurrence at a specific time to make it seem like the art was stolen at a different time than it was. I imagine they do this because if the police think it was stolen when a different people (Lottie) had access to it, they’ll rule out the shipping crew. I JUST found this faceclaim and I love it already, Priya is played by Carol Chafauzer (I’ve given up on the faceclaims being actresses lol)

Elisa is just the girl to slip in, switch out the paintings, and slip out. She probably is posing as an art buyer or a journalist. Elisa isn’t saying anything, and no one would expect her because her profiles and following is so big- it’d be unthinkable. Plus she’s so high status already, why would she steal art? I picture her as someone like Jessica Strother on Instagram.

Chelsea isn’t involved in the scheme knowingly because she would absolutely not be able to keep it a secret under pressure. But they need someone with access and who doesn’t pay attention to the details of her surroundings.  Maybe MC hired Chelsea to arrange the arts in the physical space for display prior to auction, so she also has to direct the crew packing them up. MC picked her because it’s crucial the person overseeing the shipping not recognize the fakes. 

I would picture Chelsea as played by Dove Cameron because she’s got that super bubbly and naive vibe. 

Once it’s been successfully stolen, they need someone to who has credibility with black market buyers to appropriately price the work. In this AU Marisol is an art historian or restoration expert, and Hope trusts her to do a good job and keep her mouth shut after. It’s probably the red lipstick, but I always picture Marisol as Mariah Rose Faith. I know that’s not the best because Mariah’s not latina, so if someone has a better faceclaim I’d love to see it!!

Shanon in canon is a badass bitch, so I imagine she has no qualms about black market art so long as she gets what she wants. I don’t think I’ve seen a good faceclaim for her yet, but my best is Denise Bidot. It makes me sad because her hair is my favorite part of her and I can’t find anyone with it, so if someone had a better fc let me know.

[nothingmorethanblood]

tag thing

No one tagged me but this showed up and I’m really bored rn so HERE WE GO

Rules: answer 30 questions then tag 20 people you’d like to know better

Nicknames: Giu, G, GiuGiu 

Gender: cisfemale 

Star Sign: Pisces (Aquarius-Pisces cusp) 

MBTI Type: INFP; 

Height: 1,65m (5'5" I think?) 

Time: 8:09pm 

Birthday: February 18 

Fav Bands: Misterwives, Bahari, Ra Ra Riot, CHVRCHES

Fav solo artists: Alex Winston, Selena Gomez, Hayley Kiyoko, Alessia Cara, Dove Cameron, Julia Pietrucha and Kira Kosarin (if only she would release something, anything) 

Song stuck in my mind: Fetish - Selena Gomez feat Gucci Mane

Last movie watched: Zoom (I think) 

Last show watched: Game of Thrones 

When did I create my blog: At some point of 2014 

What do I post abt: Everything I'm obsessed with (always check my profile picture to see what I'm the most obsessed with now) and every now and then, something I wrote 

Last thing I googled: The name of the room I was in and the name of my university see the name of the building was in so I could tag it on Instagram

Do you have other blogs: my main one, but it's outside Tumblr and in Portuguese, so 

 Why did you choose your url: it's from Misterwives' song Twisted Tongue: "your heart just an organ that pumps nothing more than blood to your veins, full veins"

Following: 77

Followers: 118

Fav Color: Purple, Blue and Green 

Average hours of sleep: 6 when studying, 9 whenever I can

Lucky number: 8 

Instruments: None but I always wanted to play piano. My mom convinced me I was too old to play when I was like 7

What i'm wearing: jeans and a sweater 

How many blankets do I sleep with: Two 

Dream job: Best seller author or music journalist 

Dream trip: Right now Chile, Austria or Kenya. I wanna go to the United States at some point but after the Trump administration, thank you very much. 

Fav food: Cheesecake and fries

Nationality: Brazilian

Not tagging anyone bc I wasn’t tagget, nor have Tumblr friends but feel free to do it

[courtoflilacs]

Is that you in your profile picture? Because I've been following you for a while and I 100% thought that your icon was a photo of Dove Cameron. I just now took a proper look at it and my jaw fucking dropped.

Yes that’s 100% me no filters or facetune lmao. that’s so sweet dove is so pretty 🙏🏻😭 thank you bb for making my day

[dtdhqs-blog]

KJ APA &&; CAMILA CABELLO &&; DOVE CAMERON HAVE JOINED THE GAME !! Hang on, that’s Eric Bysher &&; Marley Novac &&; Winona Alvarez !! Thank you for joining Dread The Dare. Your starting balance is $100.00 (add this to your location) !! Send in your account to @DTDHQS !! They have 12 hours to notify the camera crew they have arrived !!

{|| JAY, EST, SHE/HER ||} Thank you for signing up for Dread The Dare. Your name is ERIC BRYSHERE, yes? You’re how old? TWENTY TWO , right? In the profile picture you uploaded, you look alike like KJ APA, but that doesn’t matter here. Anyway, you say you’re from BALTIMORE, MD, too? And are you seriously COMEDIC and GENEROUS? People in Freewater say you can be a bit HYPERSENSITIVE and ARGUMENTATIVE , sometimes. But we’ll see. Let’s see how long you last. (he/him)

{|| LU, GMT, SHE/THEY ||} Thank you for signing up for Dread The Dare. Your name is marley novak, yes? You’re how old? twenty, right? In the profile picture you uploaded, you look alike like dove cameron, but that doesn’t matter here. Anyway, you say you’re from seattle, washington, too? And are you seriously equable and winsome? People in Freewater say you can be a bit pedantic and obstinate, sometimes. But we’ll see. Let’s see how long you last. (she/they.)

{|| ZERO, EST, THEY/THEM ||} Thank you for signing up for Dread The Dare. Your name is [ WINONA ALVAREZ ], yes? You’re how old? [ TWENTY ], right? In the profile picture you uploaded, you look alike like [ CAMILA CABELLO ], but that doesn’t matter here. Anyway, you say you’re from [ HAVANA, CUBA ], too? And are you seriously [ BUBBLY ] and [ CONFIDENT ]? People in Freewater say you can be a bit [ WHINY ] and [ GULLIBLE ], sometimes. But we’ll see. Let’s see how long you last. (she/her)

[regenerateblog]

Happy 25th B-day to my girl! @labrujaviolet mi beffita cumplió sus 25 añitos ayer haha su primer cuarto de siglo, así que le hice una fotito y header para que las pusieramos ambas en facebook jajaja <3 ¡Te quiero!

[sapphoschld]

is that you in your profile picture? You're an angel!

No. Unfortunately I am not Dove Cameron. I do agree she is an angel though! 😊