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  • shaymitchell : Took me 30+ Halloweens but I finally found my perfect pumpkin 🎃

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  • Halloween Icons

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  • Happy birthday Troian Bellisario!!! ❤❤❤


    https://youtu.be/KwxKFZ7-hZ8

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  • 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦

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  • beis : I like to wander, she taught me how to glow. So of course we had to create, The Wander & Glow Kit, combining my love of travel with Shani’s ability to give anyone amazing skin!

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  • shay mitchell rlly just out there like ‘if i dont play a closeted character secretly in love with my best friend i will pass away’

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  • BASICS

    • Name: Noa Fitzgerald.
    • Gender/Pronouns: cisfemale, (she/her).
    • Date of Birth: April 2nd, 1989.
    • Age: 31.
    • Hometown: Crescent Harbor, Washington.
    • Length of time in Crescent Harbor: 27 years.
    • Neighborhood: Downtown.
    • Occupation: Art Teacher & Artist.
    • Faceclaim: Shay Mitchell.

    BIOGRAPHY (trigger warnings: mentions of drugs, alcohol and abandonment)

    Shenanigans. That’s what people expected when Noa Fitzgerald moved back to Crescent Harbor five years ago. After packing up and disappearing 4 years ago for a self proclaimed ‘walk about’, it wasn’t a stretch. From the day she was born, she was a wild card. She’d tricked her mother, Lucianna, into thinking she was in labor several times throughout the end of her pregnancy only to come barrelling into the world during a routine oil change. Her mother still tells the story of the mechanic laughing as her water broke, noting she was a day late for April Fools, and the face he made when he realized it definitely wasn’t a prank. Throughout the rest of her life, similar faces followed Noa. She was loud, rambunctious, a bundle of energy, smiles and song.

    It was a lot. She was a lot. but that was ok for her parents, a local teacher and a librarian, Sean and Lucianna Fitzgerald respectfully. They enjoyed her bubbliness, encouraged her creativity and when necessary did their best to redirect her ‘passion’ when it got out of hand. They were loving. Patient. But she burned bright, sucking them into her orbit. She eclipsed everything else, including her sister, Yasmin, who was left in the shadows. She was ten years her senior and though Noa clung to her as a role model, an idol, she didn’t share the same sentiments others did. Yasmin was cold, sometimes even cruel. It seemed to be the only thing that drew her parents attention away from Noa and Yasmin leaned into it. Tormenting Noa. Partying past curfew. Stealing cheap jewelry. Smoking marijuanna. Small time stuff. Just enough to garner her parents’ attention. That is until their father walked out.

    One day he was there. The next he was gone. Noa was five, Yasmin was fifteen and their mother was in denial. She went on living as if he were simply on a holiday. And eventually as if he didn’t exist at all. Yasmin spiraled, her brand of trouble getting more and more serious. She and her mother fought often, leaving Noa tried to sow seeds of peace between them. It was no surprise to her mother when Yasmin, barely seventeen, moved out and began crashing on friends’ couches. For the first time in her young life, Noa was without attention. Not her father’s. He was god knows where. Not her mother, who was now working at the library during the day and cleaning offices at night. Not her sister, who was likely high and laid up on the far side of town.

    Still, she pushed on, seemingly untouched by the sudden shift in her life. A bit of a latch key kid, Noa spent a lot of time alone. There weren’t any kids in her immediate neighborhood, so she took to exploring the town. There wasn’t a person in town she didn’t know and vice versa, nor an inch of land she hadn’t explored. Maybe it was her curiosity or her clumsiness. Or her overwhelming urge to try and brighten the days of those around her. But wherever she was, mischief and laughter followed. So when she gained a new neighbor, a family with a girl close in age, it was only natural they became close. Partners in crime.

    More than that, Noa loved her. They leaned on each other when times were hard and as they grew older she was one of the few that saw Noa as more than the sunshine she so often portrayed. She saw the storms. The rain. And the bittersweet rainbows that followed. Noa hated it, of course. She firmly believed there was no room for anything but sun in her life. She had a roof over her head, a mother that loved her, a town full of friends, a passion for the arts and a dream for her future. Her life, for all intents and purposes, was great. Her father, her sister and whatever else blocked the rays was fleeting. She had no reason to let herself feel the cold. She did though. In her teenage years, she’d feel it. While she was getting ready for school, between classes, pauses in conversation. In the creases of her life. She couldn’t always place the specific reason for it, but it was there, fraying at her edges. It was then she began to paint. She’d always loved to draw. She had sketchbook after sketchbook full of her work. She used colored pencils. Markers. But it wasn’t until high school she really got into watercolor, acrylic, and oil. She’d spend every second she could in the art studio, weathering her emotions, channeling them onto a canvas.

    After working through the summer at the local drive in, she was able to afford her own easel, paint, etc. It was a game changer. She’d spend her days basking in the warmth of life, laughing with friends, volunteering and/or enjoying the few moments with her mother and her night’s were spent filtered anything unwanted, anything cold, through her paint brush.

    It was no surprise when she received an art scholarship in Seattle. Which she took without hesitation. It was only a few hours away and though she stayed on campus, she returned to Crescent Harbor whenever possible. College life only sparked the wildness inside her. Sure, she drank and partied in high school a bit, but she wanted to experience every bit of what college ‘freedom’ had to offer. She’d try anything once. Drinking. Drugs. Sex. Shenanigans. Days and nights bled together. She managed. For a while. She almost flunked out her sophomore year, but she recalibrated, refocused. Did she stop partying? Definitely not. But she learned more of her limits and how to balance work and play and through a lot of trial and error, managed to graduate with a Bachelors of Fine Arts. But rather than settle and get a steady paying job somewhere, Noa packed a bag, jumped in her scrappy little four door and disappeared.

    She wanted to explore, to experience, as much of the world as she could before even thinking of settling. So she travelled, living mostly out of her car, cheap hotels and the rare short term apartment lease. Was it all great? Not in the slightest. She’d been mugged. Set her kitchen on fire. Had her car towed. Experienced bad break ups. Been arrested for public intoxication. But she’d also fallen in love (more than once). Created beautiful work. Met incredible people and even better memories. It was a grab bag of experiences, all of which she kept her friends and her mother updated on through various letters and postcards.

    So when she returned to Crescent Harbor, no one expected her to go back to school. No one expected for her to get a certification in education or for her to teach at Crescent Harbor Prep. But here she is, settled into small town life and seemingly mellowed. To most. She’s still very much her warm, fluttery self. You can still find her doing the occasional shot at On the Rocks with friends or hunkered at 2am in a booth at North Star Diner or snuggled up in the back of a pick up at Stardust Drive In. She’s here. Tempered, not contained, and ready to see what life has in store for her.

    PERSONALITY

    + optimistic, passionate, confident.

    - blunt, secretive, impulsive.

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  • shaymitchell: Without fail, *every* year at the end of October @sammyinla sends me this photo and says “remember this life changing photo shoot for FALL”. She also sends embarrassing videos of me cleaning up the leaves after throwing them…to throw them again, but that’s not here nor there

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  • shaymitchell: I already liked to wander, but Shani taught me how to glow. I’d been begging her for years to make travel-size product, so when she was ready to do it collaborating on this @beis​ bag to house her ready-to-go bottles was a no brainer.

    Travel & skincare have never been more in step with each other. And I’m so proud to be working alongside my friend, supporting another female entrepreneur, and partnering with a likeminded small business

    Introducing: The Wander & Glow Kit.

    @beis​ x @shanidarden

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  • shaymitchell : I already liked to wander, but Shani taught me how to glow. I’d been begging her for years to make travel-size product, so when she was ready to do it collaborating on this @beis bag to house her ready-to-go bottles was a no brainer.

    Travel & skincare have never been more in step with each other. And I’m so proud to be working alongside my friend, supporting another female entrepreneur, and partnering with a likeminded small business

    Introducing: The Wander & Glow Kit.

    @beis x @shanidarden

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  • Shay Mitchell

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  • #pretty little lairs #prettylittleliars #shay mitchel icons #shay mitchell #ashley benson icon #ashley benson#hanna marin#emily fields#buttahbenzo#buttabenzo
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