start of time.

aaron mitchell thirty-two, wealth advisor, westbrook

[aaron-mitchell]

harleymarshxll:

“I’m fine,” Harley said as she rose her head from where it had been tucked in her hands. “I’m not crying, just realizing how horrible of a foster mom I am.” She groaned, eyeing the small overexcited puppy at her feet. “I was talked into taking him after I said I wanted to get one, but it won’t stop running around, and it cries at night, plus it gets sick, and I can’t go to the bathroom in peace.” Her head shook as she sighed. “I don’t know what I was thinking, I can barely take care of myself.” After she groaned, her wide eyes turned to the person. “Do you want a dog?”

Aaron shook his head at her offer, giving her a small smile. "No, even if it's cute I would be an awful owner," he explained, looking at the dog and then back at Harley. "I don't think you are an awful foster mom. It's a puppy, it has a lot of energy and that's why he runs around. Maybe at night, he doesn't like being alone." He just assumed the previous information based on the few episodes of Dog Whisperer he had seen. "Have you talked to the vet? Maybe he could give you some tips or recommendations."

[aaron-mitchell]

veronica-spencer:

Veronica’s eyes remained shut, doing her best to try and block out the heaving sounds. “I mean, is it really that hard to know your limit?” she questioned, a hint of annoyance in her tone. “I’m already feeling an immense amount of sympathy for whoever is going to have to clean that mess up. And for the person who owns this place who is going to have a giant puke puddle outside the front door.”

"If I were the owner, I'd make them clean it," he said, shaking his head and hoping that the guy had finished with this scene. "I really think the owner is already used to it. I cannot imagine this is the first time it happens." Aaron was able to see from the corner of his eye, how the guy's friends helped him get up. "I think they are finally leaving, so you're safe to open your eyes. Just don't look that way."

[aaron-mitchell]

casemitchell:

He tried hitching the tickets higher up his arm as they began to slide down, unfurling themselves from how he tried to secure them up around his his limb, but only succeeding in having them bunched up in his fist, effectively crumpling most of them in his grip. “No, we can’t exchange it for money,” he argued, missing the humorous tone in his brother’s voice, as he normally would. “You can exchange cool stuff with it, though. With how many I have, I think I can buy twenty erasers, a pen that lights up at the top, and a Power Rangers notepad, but those are the lame prizes. I’m saving them for ultimate prize, which is a miniature gumball dispenser.” He was perhaps a little too old to be as excited for such childish things as he was, but he’d always had a sort of Peter Pan complex. “And yes, you’re buying the pizza. Even if I didn’t win anything today, you’re still buying the pizza because I don’t have enough money.” He gave Aaron a small, sheepish smile, though it wasn’t out of the ordinary for his brother to pay for their expenses whenever they would go out like this.

"Let me help you with that," he said, as he grabbed some of the tickets at the top. He had seen some of the prizes and like his brother had said most of them were pretty lame and the few cool prizes required a bunch of tickets, although getting one of those didn't seem so impossible with the amount he had won today. "That's actually a cool prize, it's much better than the erasers," he said, as he took more of the tickets, folding them into a perfect pile of tickets that made them easier to hold. "How many tickets do you need to get it?" Aaron was sure that it would be much cheaper to just buy one instead of spending twice the money on the arcade games, but he didn't say it out loud. "You know," he started, trying to find the right words and not upset his brother. "If you need help you can just ask me, right?" he said, giving him a small smile.

[aaron-mitchell]

vcnderbilt:

New York City was always known for its bright lights, wild parties and never ending buzz, that was why Alexandra Vanderbilt loved her hometown so much. It was one of those nights however, that Lanford was tonight’s choice. Having been in Lanford for a few months now, the model was growing accustomed to the different lifestyle and the different characters. The quaint town’s dimly lit streets echoed as glossy heels pierced the sidewalk, before coming to a stop as the brunette reached the door to the bar. Pushing open the heavy oak door, she walked to the counter, setting her bag down next her as she took a seat. as she waited for her order to be taken, Lexi caught sight of her complexion in the mirror behind the bar, instantly preening and gussying herself. from the corner of her brown eyes, the model could see someone looking at her. “Oh, don’t even judge me – i didn’t realize my lipstick was smudged,” she said with a laugh, before turning her attention to the bartender, ordering a signature vodka and lime. “Okay, okay, judge me all you want. If the roles were reversed, I’d totally judge you for being image obsessed while the bartender waits for you to order.”

The last thing Aaron wanted after a long day at work was to meet his high school friends in a bar, however, he had rejected all of his previous invitations and now he was socially forced to accept this one. There were only a handful amount of times he could use work as an excuse. Despite he didn't drink, he had offered to pick up the drinks for the rest —but really he just needed a break from them— and now he was one of the few people waiting for the bartender to start doing his job. "I wasn't looking at you. Also, believe me when I tell you that most people here won't care about your smudged lipstick," he said, before noticing the bartender had finally decided to show up. Aaron told him his order before looking back at her. "That doesn't surprise me. Most people that judge others for being image obsessed are themselves obsessed with their own image," he said with a shrug.

[aaron-mitchell]

casemitchell:

The arcade tickets were coiled around most of the length of his arm, some dangling off like ornaments as he walked into the food court, displaying the tickets as a symbol of his accomplishment as if anyone would pay any attention to him save for how ridiculous he might have looked. “I think I deserve an extra slice of pizza just because I got all these tickets, wouldn’t you say?” he said to the other, a smug grin plastered over his face in a wide, prideful stretch. 

To be a very competitive person, Aaron had never been particularly good at arcade games, which is why he usually avoided them. However, Casey seemed to enjoy it and he had always gone to all the boring places he wanted to visit, so making an effort to do something his brother enjoyed was not really a sacrifice. "Can we exchange them for actual money?" he joked, looking at the tickets hanging from his arm and resisting the urge to fold them correctly. "Since I lost, I am assuming I'll be buying the pizza, right?" he said, giving him a warm smile.

[aaron-mitchell]

veronica-spencer:

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Veronica kept repeating, immediately shutting her eyes as her hand moved to cover her mouth. Vomit was just about the only thing Ronnie was incapable of looking at without wanting to vomit herself. It had been that way ever since she was a teenager. And yet here was, watching some twenty-something heaving their guts out onto the sidewalk.  Ronnie quickly turned away from the scene, quietly addressing the person standing next to her. “This is why I stay home,” she insisted, half tempted to cover her ears to drown out the sound. “That is disgusting.”

Aaron had decided to take some fresh air, he could only handle a few minutes of being in such a noisy place. However, the scene he encountered outside only made him wish he had never left the place. "This is why I don't drink," he replied to the stranger, redirecting his gaze at her and with that avoid staring any longer at the disgusting scene. "Some people really need to learn some self-control."

[sebastiansource]

[mancandykings]

Jamie Dornan photographed by Jeff Hahn for ELLE UK