#astrastarter

“Yes, I’m Snow Whittier.” Quickly scanning her eyes over the person--looking for injury or concealed weapons, it was reflex at this point--Snow’s gaze eventually settled on their face. “Who’s asking?” 

James felt rushed for the first time in his life. Maybe it was the fact that his time in Paris was counting down, but he’d woken up that morning feeling like he had to run everywhere. Run to get breakfast, run down the street as he was eating breakfast, and see everything he could because time was running out.

He was beyond exhausted. Last night, he had a stolen car adrenaline rush, two bust-knuckle fights, and a marathon of full-blown nightmares. Now he was struggling to keep his eyes open, and kept rubbing at his eyes like a petulant child. Of course, he couldn't just go and nap. He was expecting a call. Besides...

Barbie could quote the Titanic from the moment it started to the final heartbreaking scene. She adored every moment of it and wasn’t ashamed to admit that she still teared up when poor young Leo was finally let go to travel down to the depths of the ocean. She loved the dresses and the impeccable fashion and definitely dressed up as Rose on more than one occasion during Halloween. At the moment however she was dressed as Cher Horwitz in the iconic white Calvin Klein dress that started a million copycats. As she looked around the scene she was excited to meet all her fellow astranaunts because she knew that they were chasing their dream just like she was.

@dianagupta

you know what they say about silence? it’s deadly. as in, here i am bored to death because you losers haven’t supplied me with any worthy gossip in ages. i mean, seriously, i know you all have pathetic lives to lead but i’m sure there has to be something worth mentioning. in the meantime, i’ll be here waiting to hear any and all apologies you bitches owe me for being so boring. 

It had been 2 months since Wendy moved to America and joined Astra and she needed to do something fun. She had forced herself to stay in her rom for a few days and work on her writing, and after a few sleepness nights of non-stop writing, she needed to take a break. As she walked out into the lobby, she saw a box of random supplies and costumes. Curious, she decided to grab a boa and some sparly gloves and have an impromtu fashion show. She had always wanted to be a model, but she felt like she wasn’t pretty enough to do it. As she put the last glove on, Single Ladies by Beyonce started to play over the speakers and she couldn’t resist. She started walking with the beat of the usic, making her hips sway and making funny faces as she did them. Wendy stopped and flipped her hair in a sassy way, hoping that the invisible audience were impressed.