" Trust Me, Vision Boards Work. Anyone Who Isn't Doing Them In 2024 Is Pretty Much Setting Themselves

" trust me, vision boards work. anyone who isn't doing them in 2024 is pretty much setting themselves up for disaster, you know ? " she's ranting away, as always, doing multiple things at once. quickly turns to the other with an empty glass in her hand. " now, before we get started i need to know : red, white, or rosé ? " closed ft. @sloanetm

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { kingsley adamu } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { he/him } is/are ? they kind of look like { michael evans behling } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { twenty-eight } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { six years }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { logan huntzberger } from { gilmore girls }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { - } as a { luxury real estate developer / heir to the adamu empire }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { the crooked crown } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { self-destructive } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { charming } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { four bed } apartment beside me over in { costal cove }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!  

full name : kingsley ovie adamu nicknames : king ( mostly goes by ) birthplace : manhatten, new york. date of birth : 01 / 01 / 1996 parentage : remi adamu & luisa weber adamu sibling(s) : one younger sister occupation : luxury real estate developer / heir to the adamu fortune / inherited wealth. relationship status : single gender identity : cis male ( he/him ) sexual orientation : bisexual faceclaim : michael evans behling

BACKGROUND

the adamu family fortune has been passed down to many generations, the true definition of old money. their main source of income comes from their luxury real estate business, which has seen them oversea successful developments all over the world. as well as this they own one of new yorks biggest football teams ( name tbd ), and have investments in many companies from media to tech.

from as young an age as he can remember, king saw more of the hired help than he did his own parents. in fact if he's being honest with himself, it seems the only reason they had children in the first place was simply for the sake of carrying on the family name. his father for the most part was someone he saw maybe two to three times a year, for no more than two weeks at a time. and while his mother was around more, she was very cold and neglectful, and at times extremely emotionally abusive.

expectation was thrust upon him at a young age. expected to join the family business as well as one day take it over. expected to go to the right school, have friends from the correct circle, marry someone who his parents deemed a good fit.

kingsley did his best to rebel against this, and was often kicked out of school for reckless behaviour. though eventually he'd go on to attend college, though would eventually drop out after getting swept up in the party lifestyle.

however his avoidance of joining the family business would come to an end, eventually giving into the pressure when he realized his life was in a slump, and so he agreed to move to palmview to help his father set up a new branch of their real estate company, eventually being trusted enough to oversea it alone. he's been there ever since.

sometimes he isn't fully sure who he is or wants to be, somewhat of a rebel at heart who, despite attempting to stay tame, often can't help but to seek out thrill. comes across as very confident, but there is a deep level of insecurity within him, as nothing he has ever done has been good enough. fully takes advantage of his wealth and name and the doors it can open, and is never afraid to use it to help others when he can.

prone to self-destructive behaviours and often used alcohol and sex as a way to mask and cope. acts on emotion more than he'd like to, completely impulsive. struggles to keep up healthy relationships.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

a best friend. either someone that balances him out or someone who is all too willing to go along with his impulsive plans, often leading them both into trouble.

an ex. a few ways this could have ended. maybe he sabotaged it, or perhaps someone his parents disapproved of and that drove them away.

fwb, past hook-ups.

people he's prone to party with.

more tba.

CLUELESS (1995) dir. Amy Heckerling

he's typing quickly on his phone while simultaneously talking to someone on the other end of the line, a busy day for the business and he's multi-tasking many things at once, annoyed as he's doing so. it feels repetitive, boring. so not what he would have chosen for his life, yet her he is, turning into the father he isn't even sure that he likes. almost mishears them, but when he turns back around it becomes obvious what is happening. places his call on mute, blocks out the sound of his fathers assistant yapping away in his ear. " ah, keys to the lambo, wouldn't want to lose them, " he jokes, though he does actually own a lamborghini. kingsley soon offers the stranger up a small, appreciative smile. " i'm just about to grab a coffee, can i get you one as a thank you ? "

emersyn strolled down the busy sidewalk, their hands tucked casually into their pockets as they weaved through the late afternoon crowd. the air was warm, the sun casting a golden hue over the streets. as they walked, their attention was drawn to the person just ahead of them—a figure who seemed caught up in their own thoughts, moving with purpose. suddenly, the person dropped something—a small object slipping from their grasp and landing on the pavement with a soft clatter. without thinking, emersyn quickened their pace and called out, “hey! you dropped something!” they bent down, picking up the item—a set of keys, worn and familiar. “here you go,” emersyn said, holding them out with a friendly smile, their gaze meeting the stranger’s as they waited for a response. @palmviewstarters

" love takes no days off, ronen, " words are practically whined as her brother distracts her from her nosiness, slight stamp of her foot as she lets out a huff and turns to face him. " ugh, please. some people wouldn't know chemistry if it stood out to them like vintage chanel on a rack of cheap dupes , okay ? sometimes they just need a little nudge in the right direction, which is where i come in. "

LOCATION: the sunset beach villa party STATUS: closed / noa braunstein @dreamerfms

"hey miss matchmaker, ever thought about taking the day off?" he's practically dragging her by the back of her shirt away from a group of friends gathered on the beach. "can't imagine your services are needed tonight. not when the bar is this packed."

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { novella ‘nova’ campbell } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { she } is ? they kind of look like { zendaya coleman } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { twenty-eight } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { one year }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { frances ‘baby’ houseman } from { dirty dancing }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { seaglass dance academy } as a { professional dancer }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { the clean slate } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { pedantic } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { reliable } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { two room } apartment beside me over in { mango bay }

full name : novella evangeline campbell birthplace : los altos, california date of birth : 08 / 25 / 1996 parentage : carter campbell & lillian campbell sibling(s) : none occupation : professional dancer / online literature student relationship status : single gender identity : cis female ( she/her ) sexual orientation : demisexual faceclaim : zendaya coleman

BACKGROUND

tw: emotional abuse, eating disorders, s.exual assault, mental health.

the campbell's never planned on having children, far too interested in their own lives to want to deal with the presence of another. lilian spending half her time planning events a year in advance and the other lunching with the ladies. while carter, a high profile lawyer, spent the majority of his time getting his friends at the country club away with their sins. appearances were everything, and so when lilian fell pregnant, she was beyond devasted. still, they chose to see it through.

from the moment novella entered the world, her mother projected all of her own failed aspirations onto the younger. the second she could walk, she was thrust into the world of dance. forced to partake before she could even voice any real disinterest. as the years went on, it appeared she was rather good at it.

ballet soon took priority over anything else, her interest in books and poetry and words thrown to the side as mother deemed them as silly dreams that would amount to nothing. throughout most of her life, nova was alone. at home, at school. even at practise she failed to make friends. trained to be so competitive no one dared to even try. so rigid and particular in everything she did.

her mothers expectations would soon take their toll. dance aside, she was told to be proper at all times. no single hair allowed out of place. a picture of excellence, perfection. a total facade. this would cause nova to strive for something that truly does not exist, and it made her ill. soon she was scraping food around her plate to create the illusion she'd ate, but in reality she did so very little. this would only spiral when it finally seemed like she was about to fit in.

she'd be invited to a party her junior year of high school, and despite the gut feeling she had in her stomach that she shouldn't go, she did. one boy in particular seemed to shower her with attention, and it being so new to her, she lapped it up. that was until he got her alone and began to put his hand on her leg. regardless of how many times she uncomfortably shifted away, he kept at it. further and further. her saving grace came in the form of his friend looking for him. the moment the door opened, she ran. never told a soul.

her mental and physical health would deteriorate, but still she kept her hair perfectly in place, smile fixed. and she'd dance, and dance, and dance until her feet bled.

reprieve only came when high school ended, when she began to spend more and more time away from her parents and the social circle they strived to be apart of. things slowly began to get better, finding a dance partner she truly began to trust.

these days she still has her struggles, but her coping mechanisms are far less severe. but the hairs on her head are still perfectly brushed into place, and everything is done with careful precision.

c.