I SUSPECT NARGLES ARE BEHIND IT.

beverly 📲 ben👷🏻

ben: yep, that's exactly why i keep you around

ben: maybe i'll dig up that denim vest i wore the day we met

ben: that would be a throwback, huh?

beverly: only maybe?🥺

beverly: but do you have a brown shirt and khaki shorts?

beverly: my hair is long enough to wear in a side pony again. MAYBE i'll wear it that way again 😊

                    cyan gaze scrutinized the selection of furniture laid out before her. finally, she was attempting to get her apartment fully together. an assistant fashion designer was a dream start of a career, but it meant living check to check. but, she was rather used to that. a COFFEE TABLE was the last missing piece to supposed adulthood. “do you think that one would be easy to put together ?? instructions are for wussies, so i refuse to use them.” beverly jested, with an airy chuckle. always so stubborn, yet equally DETERMINED. “i like to think the sense of accomplishment at putting it together without it is worth the struggle. like sure, some of my other furniture pieces are a little WOBBLY, but they work.” her usual, affable grin quick to appear. “or maybe this one would be easier ??” she questioned, pointing to another. “what do you think ??”

“ I think I'll just go down && have some pudding && wait for it all to turn up - it always does in the end. ”     ~ IVYWOOD BALL OUTFIT  /  L.L.

                    EARTH — quite a strange system, even stranger having never heard of it before. they’d won the war ; certainly palpatine couldn’t have found a way to come back again ... && again, right ?? racing thoughts shortly stopped however at the sight of the other. the FORCE could do many things, but it couldn’t bring back the dead. finn knew he was foolishly HOPEFUL, but the words came before he could stop himself. “has anyone ever told you that you resemble this one famous rebellion general ?? or —” a younger version of him. “ — sorry. guess i’m just trying to find familiar faces in everybody,” he attempted to quip. @edgcofgreat​  /  han solo.

wxlksxflxfx​  /  jo march * !!

Jo honestly wasn’t much into furniture shopping, but she wanted to redo her writing room in her new apartment. Moving from her parents home wasn’t an easy choice, but she was ready for some freedom. Ready to get out and be on her own. Plus, she had been getting the strangest flashes of what felt like memories and she didn’t know what to think of them. She felt like maybe it was something in her brain telling her to get out and do something. Hearing someone speak to her, Jo turned and listened to her, an entertained grin sitting on her lips. “I think it just depends on what you’re planning to do with it. I’m having the hardest time trying to find the right desk to pick out. Granted though, I’m probably just too picky, but you have to have just the right kind of desk if you’re going to be spending a lot of time at it.” She commented. “What are you buying the furniture for? If you don’t mind me asking.”

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                    already beverly felt relieved at asking the other’s opinion. “honestly, good question. i kinda feel like my living room just needs a coffee table to pull it all together. but now that you mention it, i have a collection of old records && magazines. might be nice to display some of them a bit more, have them at an easy reach.” while all the more indecisive now, bev perked up as the other mentioned looking for a desk ; beverly always one to help, or at least attempt to. “nothing wrong with being picky, a desk is super important ; has to be the right height && everything. do you have a color scheme in mind ?? might be a helpful place to start, then all your furniture can match or at least not clash.” perhaps not the greatest planner, this did help her when buying her other pieces. “if you want, we could try to help each other out ?? what’s that saying — two minds are better than one ?? it’s corny, but it’s true.”

                    having not grown up with any TRADITIONS, finn found them all a bit odd, albeit fascinating. valentines day, one day to show love to family, to friends. he already knew it wasn’t going to be his favorite. in the midst of war, one day was never enough. he’d been admiring some of the questionable heart décor when he felt it — a draw to someone he couldn’t ignore even if he wanted to. finn had heard of the memory lapses, the identical faces that some people in this town had to endure, but he knew her. finn immediately rushed over to rey, arms winding tightly around her frame. “rey. you’re here. you’re okay.” a pause, brows worriedly knit. “i mean, you are okay, right ?? SAFE ??” @spcllbovnd​​  /  rey.

edgcofgreat​  /  draco malfoy * !!

               Draco  frankly  couldn’t  blame  Luna  for  their  reaction,  and  if  this  conversation  had  taken  place  a  couple  months  ago  he  might  have  even  found  it  satisfying.  But  he  had  to  admit,  as  terrible  as  the  feeling  was,  it  stung.  “  If  that’s  what  you’d  prefer,  so  be  it.  ”  He  muttered,  content  to  move  on  until  they  asked  a  question.  Letting  out  a  sigh,  he  shrugged.  “  A  month,  give  or  take.  ”

☆.。.:*・°

                    while luna may not exactly be worried about the all the rumors of this town going around, they did want to understand. always CURIOUS, always wanting to help even if they hardly knew how to. regardless, luna was more likely to embrace one’s theories instead of knocking them down. “well it is a new place ; some would say that calls for a fresh start.” they shrugged, nodding along. “myself as well i think. but seems like there are way worse off places to be.”

wxlksxflxfx​  /  jo march * !!

“It’s kind of like having another person with you in real life tells those voices fighting with you in your head to hush up.” She commented, gesturing to her head as she spoke. “Jo March.” Jo introduced confidently, as if it was a name that was going to mean something one day, which she was determined to make true. Hearing her comment, the writer couldn’t help but laugh and shrug her shoulders. “Well, there are four March girls total and we’re each different in our own way. So, you could say we balance each other out, but for the most part I think we just try each other insane.” She replied. Moving with the girl, Jo eyed the desk she was pointing out and let out a small sigh. “Well, I’m a writer you see. Currently just doing little short stories and things for the local paper, but I’m planning to write the next great novel. Something people have never seen before!” Her words came out fast and she was proud of what she planned to do. “I agree on the chair thing though. The chairs at work are terrible and I refuse to have my chair at home be the same way.” 

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                    instinctively eyes widened at the thought — four girls. while of course not all were vindictive, but a group of any always made her a bit apprehensive. greta && her squad left a longer, deeper impact on bev than she would ever like to admit. “well that just means you’re doing your jobs, right ?? some of my friends are more like brothers ; if you don’t annoy them every once in a while there’s no sense of accomplishment.” beverly jested, a light titter chimed as gaze warmed. beverly listened intently, talk of DREAMS, seeing others light up with all they wanted to do, bev loved to see it. meant even after all the shit in the world there was still HOPE. “i’ll make sure i keep my eyes peeled at any bookstore for ya. any genres you like in particular ??” nose scrunched, nodding along in agreement. “a bad chair will make you feel old with all the inevitable back pains. too young for that shit. but your work should definitely try to do better. forty hours a week is already torture enough at any place.”

                    despite the unfamiliarity with the music, beverly had never been one to shy away from dancing. whether it be for a middle school talent show or even an event such as this it always served as a proper DISTRACTION. it’s difficult to overthink when the beat of the music is pounding against ears, one’s heart. beverly stopped however when she spotted bill. her usual smirk warming her features as she shuffled over. “i must say, you’ve all come a long way from the whitey tighties,” bev jested, nudging his shoulder lightly with her own. “you enjoying the party so far ?? well i guess i should say, ball. it is rather fancy. who’d of thought us LOSERS would ever be invited to one, huh ??” @wxlksxflxfx​​  /  bill denbrough.