decided to put together some outfit inspirations for how i would personally style a couple of our skirts, starting with clovers and monstera!

is this something that you guys would like to see more of?

LISTENING TO CARSYN SPEAK, FLYNN'S respect for her skyrocketed. Their relationship may be pretend but he knew she was real at that moment. He appreciated her authenticity. She was a hardworking woman who did her best to make the most of her life. She always saw the good in everything. She couldn't care less about what other people would think. He rarely met people like that. But then again, it was mostly because they lived in two different worlds. People in his world were out of touch. He focused his gaze on her, smiling proudly at her words. Glancing at his family, he gauged their reaction. His sisters had an amazed look on their faces. Meanwhile, his parents and grandparents were devoid of emotion. Leaning closer, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temples. He didn't have to but he wanted to. "And that is why I love her," he said, facing everyone. There was radio silence for a moment, and then Fleur broke it, randomly talking about her upcoming Fencing tournament.

The dinner ended smoothly. There were subtle snide remarks, but he didn't let it get to them. As soon as it was over, he politely said their goodbyes and left. "We can go out for a quick walk in the garden before leaving," he suggested.

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they are having hate sex until the paint peels off the walls

open to: everyone | @cleanreblogs location: rooftop bar at the johanne's advert event

The lights off the bridge danced behind Carsyn's eyes as he tilted his head back to the sunset bleeding out above. It had started as a quaint evening, invitation scored by one executive that wanted to say no to an assistant that forgot to another co-worker that declined to then being pawned off to Carsyn. The night, however, had dissolved quickly into another scheme. Time was no more than a construct with the roof void over this venue. The bass swallowed him whole, and he tilted his head back into the roar of the wind that challenged the music. Exhaustion was close after such a long week, but his fingers found his lips and parted them with a bitter pill. He wouldn’t be gone until they’d kick him out, which with his reputation, was always a hit or miss if someone would beat the bouncer to it by leading elsewhere for poor decisions.

The stillness he found on the swarming dance floor tugged at him, a hand grabbing his and spinning him. He let our a roar of laughter, swearing he could see it vibrate of the perspiration that glistened off the bodies of those around him. “Woah, woah, slow down or I’m gonna be sick,” Carsyn laughed, but he dipped into the turn of the room to match the pace of the music. His own body became slick with something, possible the spill of a drink mute against the bass. “Shit.”

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"How do I unlearn the ways I deal with pain when that was all they taught me?" She was tired of bending over backwards, taking care of everyone else first. She worked doubles so she could have extra in case her siblings needed help. If they needed her, she dropped everything to get them out of trouble. All of it to ignore her own feelings.

anyway this look is also so laurel 2 me

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He didn't believe her in the slightest and decided to ignore the attempt at winning that argument since he was busy enough trying to win the current argument. As she turned to face him, his eyes scanned her facial features. It had been three days since he'd been this close to her, and jesus christ had he missed it. Three days wasn't a long amount of time, but if felt like three months to him. He could see the redness forming in her eyes, "What if I didn't get a girlfriend? What would have happened?" He asked. "What if I asked you to be my girlfriend? Right now, what would you say?"

OPEN TO: @gcldenhcurs for selin kavas MUSES: carsyn walsh, forty-two. landscaper. boyd holbrook fc. PLOT: crime au— carsyn and selin have been each other's secrets for years with details of their relationship rarely disclosed to anyone despite being together for years and meeting in the same apartment when selin is in town. ten years later, and carsyn craves mundane endeavors for their relationship. the trouble is that selin's family is in the works of betrothing her as a means of clearing a debt, and carsyn would be a threat even as a civilian.

"Don't tell me you were trying to pull a fast one on me." His voice drifts out into the hall from the kitchen, the soft scrapping of breakfast in hopes of not awakening her finally flourishing into disruption. A part of Carsyn believed he had to move faster, take what time he did have, but he'd been here before. More likely than not, this would be left for him to eat alone and discard of the evidence. "I thought we out grew this walk of shame stuff," He said, shutting off the stove with a ticking that seemed to steal more time from them.

finished comm of wren 💜 for @pamelaisl3y

more outfit inspo for our upcoming skirt drop ☀️🌈

What I learned from watching Amber Brown:

-”to be a loyal friend” -”to be a good listener” -”to be understanding” -”supportive” -”and to be kind”

You can only be my friend if you have these qualities.

The Amber Brown book series were books I read as a child. I remember them precisely being on my bookshelf at home. I loved them. I loved reading about Amber’s life. My inner child loved this show. I watched it on 1.5x speed mode though. I’m still an adult ya know. There is a lot to love about this show. It’s quite charming.

The little girl, Carsyn Rose, who plays Amber Brown, reminds me so much of Maddie when she was a child. Still can’t believe Maddie is no longer a child. The way she speaks, her smile, her teeth, her whole face really, just gave me baby Maddie vibes. I really like the little girl who plays Brandi also. She’s adorable, and I love her fashion.

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Drabble- any of our kiddos

“Daddy! Down!!” 

Big girls didn’t need their daddies to carry them around. Carsyn was a big girl! She got dressed in her pink Burberry icon striped dress, matching with her daddy’s pink tie she picked out for him. She only needed her moms help with her shoes: matching pink trainers. Her sass was just as big as her mothers, not looking like her but certainly matching her prissy personality. Her purse was Chanel, sparkling as she was let down from the arms of Carter. She messed with her dress, adjusting it as she had seen Claude do before they left. 

Carter watched the girl rummage through her purse for the only item within the bag: a lipgloss. She lathered it on, turning to Carter as she turned it closed. He smiled, swiping the gloss off her chin. 

“Belle, princesse. Suivre.” (Beautiful, Princess. Come along.) His hand swallowed hers, the girl shoving her purse into his free hand. A lady should never carry her own purse. 

The battle that ensued once Carter tried to tie the tag which would allow her entrance into the museum on her wrist was short lived, but nonetheless a battle. 

“No daddy! No match!” She whined over and over again. He set a hardened gaze upon her after his gentle cooing didn’t work. He was raising a spoiled princess, not a spoiled brat. 

“If you don’t put this on, we’re not allowed in and we’re going home. Either you let me put this on you, or we’re leaving and our date is over. What do you want to do?” He had even opted to put it on the back of her dress, where she couldn’t see it. She still hated wearing the vibrant green tag of the day, a pout on her lips forming further when he mentioned their daddy daughter date ending. No no no!! 

“Okay…” she mumbled, turning to allow him to attach the string onto her zipper. 

“Thank you, baby. Now we can go.” Soon enough she forgot the tag was even there, hand within her fathers as they walked through the galleries. She knew she was the most precious little thing in the museum, the most priceless. The monet piece of lilies held no candle to her dimples. But still, she was certainly interested in the pretty white and pink and red flowers against the floral scene of green and a blue stream of water. He only warned her once to stay back from the art, Carsyn taking heed to respect the space. She didn’t run around, keeping her excitement to squeezing Carter’s hand and asking him to jot the name down of the piece in her little sparkly pink notebook she had him get her just for this occasion. He told her that people would take notes on what they saw that stuck out to them. “S’pretty! Flowers! Pink, favorite! Lily!” She whispered in a hushed excitement, pulling at his hand with each emphasis. She liked all the funny paintings too, the ones that didn’t quite make sense to her. He would explain them, her head tilting as she saw others in the museum do, taking in the piece in its entirety. One day, she hoped she would be as smart as her daddy. He knew everything. “You have fun, princess? Ready to go eat?” Carsyn’s leg’s wrapped around his side, having gotten tired halfway through. It didn’t matter the aching in his arm, holding her as if the world was crumbling. There wouldn’t be much time left for him to hold his little girl, savoring each privileged moment he had to protect her from the harsh reality. She nodded, perking up some from her position of resting her head on his shoulder, pigtails smushed against his fine italian suit. He smoothed a hand over her back, kissing her forehead. “Meemee is making us her famous chicken alfredo,” He sang softly, already planning on getting her into her carseat so she could crash for an hour until getting to his parents house. She was a good sport, hating to end the day. Daddy daughter dates were her favorite part of the week. The best part of the day: getting ice cream after dinner and Carter telling her stories of all the times him and his sister would come to the same spot for birthdays and holidays and hiking trips. She loved when he told stories, legs swinging from the picnic table as she lapped at her scoop of strawberry icecream: meemee’s favorite! And it was pink! So obviously it was her favorite too!

women who are only obsessed with mlm relationships piss me off like y’all are no better than men who fetishize wlw

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Reid brushed her hand away, took over swiping away any stray tears from her face. "No, no I'm off. Not even on call." He's thankful for that, that he doesn't need to worry about leaving her, doesn't have to worry about his phone going off randomly during the day and pull him from her. "You want to stay up?" he asked. "I don't mind," His sleep schedule was all messed up anyway from working at the fire house. Picked up sleep where he could and didn't really stick to one time or another.