tomorrow or the end of time

sage william teller + andrew kent penned by sam for nepofm.

[allinmymincl]

a dependent multimuse penned by sam ( she / her, twenty - six, est ) for nepofm.

​🇸​​🇦​​🇬​​🇪​ ​🇹​​🇪​​🇱​​🇱​​🇪​​🇷 — introduction.

​🇦​​🇳​​🇩​​🇷​​🇪​​🇼​ ​🇰​​🇪​​🇳​​🇹​ — introduction.

[lovesues]

                     dark   eyes   blink   at   him   with   amusement  ,   trying   not   to   laugh   in   case   it   gives   the   wrong   idea   .      winnie   had   just   spent   so   l  o  n  g   listening   to   him   go   on   and   on   with   no   signs   of   stopping  ,   and   it's   not   really   a   problem   per   say   but   there   was   something   a   little   funny   about   how   every   time   she   opened   her   mouth   to   respond  ,   he   got   started   up   all   over    again   .       “   are   you   aware   that   i   haven't   been   able   to   answer   a   single   one   of   your   questions   yet   ?      i'm   trying   so   hard  ,   but   you're   on   a   roll   .   ”       //       @allinmymincl

[allinmymincl]

winnie's question stumps him for a moment. drew realizes that he hadn't really been concerned with whether or not she was actually responding to any of his questions. "you seem bizarrely confident that i haven't been brushing up on my telepathy skills recently — i mean, i definitely haven't been. i'm not even sure that it's a learnable skill," he admits with a shrug, "but did you know that ? it's a slippery slope to be making assumptions all willy - nilly," drew points out, "transmits some severe ' i definitely don't like horror ' vibes." / @lovesues

[w1ldflcwers]

closed starter ›› @allinmymincl where: some cafe around noon.

        damon  didn't  often  venture  outside  the  office for lunch, having it at his desk allowed him to also work during the short break, but after a morning of endless meetings, he'd needed some fresh air. quiet was also desired and for a few minutes after sitting down he thought himself in possession of it. until he noticed drew approaching. damon sighed. he set his fork down and waited until the other was standing beside the table.   ❝ can i help you? ❞

[allinmymincl]

as vice president of the northeastern chapter of the national scream fanclub, drew naturally feels a responsibility to deliver the group's wishlist for the upcoming movie to the director since he happens to know damon personally — or, well, he knows of damon, at least, which did not get him through the front gates back at the studio for some reason. maybe he should've tried showing his fanclub membership card to security ? it identifies him as the vice president and everything. "i have notes for you." a manila folder stuffed sloppily with papers hits the table with a solid thud as drew slides into the seat across from the director. "where should we start ? plot ideas ? ghostface suspects ? what's your plan to get neve campbell to come back ? oh, and have you spoken to wes via ouija board yet ? if you have, can you give me some tips because i've never gotten through to him and trust me, it is not for lack of trying. speaking of fanmail, what're the chances that you could get matthew lillard to answer mine ? stu's my favorite ghostface. is he coming back ? don't think we forgot about that line in six," drew warns damon, solemnly sliding the overstuffed folder across the table. "see pages 74 through 289 for more on that." / @stereotypcs

[natashasfm-deactivated20240302]

open starter / @nepofmstarters

❛ you really want to argue right now ? it's a party , babe , i'm partying . just chill , ❜ rolled bored hues . femme thought that having no strings attached would give her the freedom to do whatever she wants . but there was her boy toy of the week throwing a tantrum because he saw natasha flirting with someone else . ❛ i would love to talk about your feelings all night , but my friend is calling me , so see you later ! ❜ started walking away , ignoring him calling her name . stopping in front of the first familiar face blonde saw . ❛ just pretend to talk to me about something important until that guy gets tired and leaves , thank you , ❜ digits taking the drink out of their hand , taking a sip . ❛ ew , what is this ? ❜

[allinmymincl]

sage reacts a mere moment too late to keep his drink, the very tips of his fingers just barely brushing the cold glass as it's torn from his grasp. "it's an old - fashioned with extra bitters. keep it," he offers despite her reaction to its flavor. not like he wants it back now anyway. "it's kind of an acquired taste." his gaze drifts over the blonde's shoulder, but he can't tell who that guy is because there are plenty of options who fit that vague description in his field of vision. "what's the story ? " he inquires regardless, "you some kind of serial drink thief or something ? 'cause i'm not really looking for a ' barhopping bonnie and clyde ' type of situationship right now." or any situationship at all. "got a cousin who might be interested, but you gotta be cool with shitty indie pop music and the ever - present stench of cigarette smoke or that's a no - go." / @natashasfm

[flowcrbcds]

sofia  chuckles  at  his  scoff,  she  lightly  waves  her  hand  dismissively  of  it.  the  sentiment  still  warms  her  heart  and  she  considers  all  the  ways  she  could  bring  it  up  with  sage  in  the  future  but  for  now  she  lets  it  go  as  she  settles  herself  back  into  her  seat.  "  oh  really  ?  no  service  ?  that  sucks  so  much,  to  be  honest  i  have  no  idea  if  i  had  service,  maybe  next  time  we  should  go  with  walkie-talkies.  cute  little  ones,  with  like  barbie  on  it  or  something.  "  she  motions  a  fake  one  with  her  hands  "  shut  up  !  they  had  vegan  ice  cream  ?  i  didn't  get  to  it,  damn  i  hate  that  so  much.  i'm  never  leaving  your  side  ever  again,  you  always  find  the  good  stuff.  "  she  says  playfully.  @allinmymincl

[allinmymincl]

he figures out that her walkie - talkie suggestion is a joke before approving of the idea. fortunately. at the very last second. sage rolls his eyes instead. "you gotta say ' over ' when you're done talking on a walkie - talkie," he mutters to sofia, "even a pretend walkie - talkie. weren't you paying attention during the part where they explained this in the barbie movie ? " sage, of course, knows that there was no mention of walkie - talkies in the movie ironically thanks to sofia, who had recently dragged him to a movie theater that looked like it had been doused in pepto bismol. "they had vegan everything," he nods, "but, new york always has vegan everything and i might know an ice cream place." / @flowcrbcds

[junipcrs]

         “  ugh  rip  to  that  destroyed  dvd  that  one  time  .  may  it  continue  to  rest  . . .  in  pieces  .  ”  she  can’t  help  but  comment  .  drew  making  it  his  mission  to  bother  josie  will  always  be  a  form  of  amusement  to  juno  .  “  you  ever  think  you’ll  get  over  it  ?  or  are  you  waiting  for  the  day  josie  gifts  you  a  replacement  ?  ”  she’ll  jest  .  “  but  if  it’s  not  the  existence  of  doppelgangers  then  what  other  working  theories  do  you  have  ?  ”  juno  waggles  her  brows  before  letting  out  a  light  laugh  .  “  are  we  to  believe  in  the  existence  of  parallel  universes  because  that  would  totally  explain  why  nepoupdates  is  convinced  that  jia  is  related  to  them  and  not  us  .  ”  //  @allinmymincl

[allinmymincl]

his commitment to never allowing what is now known as ' the infamous broken dvd incident of 2007 ' to fade from anyone's memory has nothing to do with a serious grudge and everything to do with how nothing else on earth instills him with the same warm and cozy feeling that he gets from bothering josie seong. "oh, interesting idea. i've never considered getting over it before," he also jests, an index finger tapping his chin as he briefly pretends to mull it over. "well, josie and jia are twins and the sylvia rumor is just that. i'm not totally convinced that she's even a real person. think about it : do you know anyone who's ever actually met her ? or even just seen her in person ? how come no one's ever just, like, run into her at the smoothie shop ? everyone goes to jamba juice," he states with all the conviction of someone declaring a universally accepted truth rather than a writer who's using their imagination to craft a tall tale. drew doesn't even like jamba juice himself.

[lilacrespite]

               ❝   oh   my   god,   cuzzo.   we   get   it   !   you   were   the   insufferable   prick   in   the   back   of   the   class   asking   if   you   could   '   play   devil's   advocate   for   a   second   '   ━━   ❞   he   put   on   his   best   american   accent   for   the   impression.   he   didn't   really   believe   the   taunt   that   slipped   past   his   lips,   but   if   he   knew   one   thing   to   be   true   about   sage:   he   loved   to   argue.   ❝   ━━━   no   one   is   refuting   that,   but   we   can   acknowledge   that   pop   rock   doesn't   just   take   from   elements   of   jazz.   we   can   also   acknowledge   how   could   of   an   answer   i   just   gave   but   hello   ?   she   ?   charles   aznavour   ?   not   jazzy   enough   for   you   ?   alright,   fine.   don't   let   me   be   misunderstood   by   nina   simone.   you   can't   argue   with   that   she's   the   literal   queen   of   jazz.   ❞ / @allinmymincl

[allinmymincl]

he decides against pointing out that in order to ' play devil's advocate ' back in his school days, then he would've had to speak before being spoken to in class, which is something he literally never did back then. ( rebranding his timidity as ' a calm, cool, and collected disposition ' might just be the most successful thing he's ever done that he'll never admit to. ) certain that his cousin doesn't actually need reminding, sage rolls his eyes instead. "i never said charles aznavour wasn't enough jazz for me. i didn't say anything about the guy." he approves of the choice, though, just like he approves of kahlil's alternative response. "you can't change your answer." sage shakes his head, however. "that's against the rules." / @lilacrespite

[lilacrespite]

luna couldn't stop smiling. the hand that had once rested on his cheek, came up to hover his rest as he held their cheeks in his hands. soft giggles, the giddy type that were accompanied with butterflies in the stomach and curling toes, continued to slip through as she watched him watch them. they'd kissed him ! the thought rang in her head over and over, and the moment still hadn't passed. the longer he stood there the more they wanted to kiss him again. his playful tangent, spewing a different kind of laughter; one that starter in her stomach and nearly bellowed out of their mouth. they had to turn their had to the side to keep the sound from projecting into his face. they'd started shaking their head as they turned to face him once again; she was fixing her lips for the response when he kissed them again. the first peck left stuck in place. he kissed her ! their mind racing with the implications, and already painting the future the two of them would have together. she hadn't had any time to compose themselves enough to say goodbye when he kissed her again; this time with more certainty, a deliberate showcase of how he felt about her. it was the type of kiss that left her feeling dizzy with surprise; her body so consumed with their surprise that the only part of their body she could get to work were her lips, and they worked along with his for so long when he did pull away their lips remained parted to take in the gust of air her lungs had been missing. the further he walked from her the most in tune with reality they became. but nothing seemed to work as well at pulling them from the haze as the sound of him colliding ( face first ) with a telephone pole outside their home. ❝ oh my god... ❞ they muttered to themselves, making quick movements across the front yard, back to him. ❝ drew ? are you okay ? are you hurt ? ❞ she questioned, her hands coming to rest on either side of his face as her eyes scanned his features. ❝ oh no... you're bleeding. ❞ they frowned. ❝ come back inside, we'll get you cleaned up. ❞

[allinmymincl]

his infamous clumsiness combined with the sturdiness of a solid wooden telephone pole knocks him right to the ground as he grunts, surprised but certain that he isn't hurt — not too badly, anyway. his nose smarts a little, and so curious fingers probe the tender skin as luna kneels beside him. "you can't possibly be surprised that i've fallen for you." he wants to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear or use his thumb to clean the dark lipstick that he must have smudged, but as he glances down at his hand he notices a sticky redness coating his palm. "oh yeah, that's blood. cool." he's probably racked up more injuries of outlandishly varying levels of severity over his lifetime than dewey did in five scream movies. drew is desensitized enough to it that his reaction to getting injured is even pretty much the same as his reaction to watching dewey get injured ... in the first four movies, at least. "i'm good." rising to his feet with only limited use of the telephone pole to help him keep his balance, he closes his bloodied hand over his nose and extends his other hand to help luna up. "should probably call my publisher and reschedule that meeting, though." even though he really does think that he's fine, he and his agent have already had numerous discussions on boardroom etiquette and although he was never really listening, he's going to take a stab at showing up with fresh bloodstains all over his shirt being on the ' improper etiquette ' list that he's never read. "and get cleaned up." which, there's no actual reason he can't go do at his own residence while he makes the call to reschedule his meeting, but rather than start walking again or reach for his phone, drew's clean fingers slip in between luna's. "you don't have to help me though," he tells them anyway.

[jialline]

         "this ... might be a weird question."   approaches the other,  phone in hand.   "but ... can i use your face as a character?" / @nepofmstarters

[allinmymincl]

the moment drew sees jia's phone, he thrusts out a hand and attempts to snatch it from her. "can i use your face as a halloween mask ? i'm just getting real sick and tired of losing costume contests to mouth breathers in party city haute couture, y'know ? gimme that ! " drew whines as his attempts to snatch the device from jia's hand are unsuccessful. "i wanna go on your threads account, post ' who is alan moore ? ' and then turn off your phone."

[trismp4]

              ❛      so  i  can't  pick  something  off  superunknown  ?  where  did  that  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄  come  from  ?     ❜          letting  out  a  sigh  ,  as  if  he  was  about  to  make  the  most  𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓  decision  of  his  life  .  tristan  took  a  moment  to  think  before  speaking  again  .          ❛      i  mean  ,  superunknown  was  a  groundbreaking  work  . . .  so  i  guess  i  get  your  logic  .  can't  pick  something  so  obviously  legendary  . . .  but  i  mean  . . .  limo  wreck  ,  man  . . .  and  fucking  fresh  tendril  . . .  4th  of  july  !  fucking  great  album  . . .  okay  ,  serious  answer  . . .    ❜         tristan  shook  his  head  ,  getting  back  into  the  mind  set  of  this  very  quote  unquote  serious  question  that  sage  had  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃  him  with  . . .  did  he  actually  challenge  him  ?  was  𝐀𝐍𝐘  of  this  to  be  taken  so  seriously  ?  that  was  all  besides  the  point  .           (     he  knew  he  had  to  make  his  moment  count  .     )         ❛      alright  ,  soundgarden's  blow  up  the  outside  world  . . .  final  answer  .    ❜            the  brunette  answered  ,  hands  clapping  together  once  .  𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃  with  his  answer  .

[allinmymincl]

rather than point out that there seemed to be a misunderstanding of his suggestion, sage just shrugs at tristan question, now curious about which of his limited options he's going to pick. despite building his entire career and reputation off of talking to ( and at ) others about music, sage actually doesn't often feel the need to ask lots of questions. he's found that one or two strategic queries can usually snag him more information than he was even looking for. he just has to listen, which he does as tristan responds. "you're the first person i've ever asked this question to who's brought up grunge," he points out rather than offering his judgement on the answer. "you're either a contrarian, the only person in the world besides me who still remembers that grunge exists. or," sage permits upon realizing there's at least one more possibility, "maybe i've gotta try and survey a few less pop stars from here on out."

[dchlias]

＊   𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗  𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥          ››         @allinmymincl ＊   𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚          ››         dahlia  &  drew ＊   𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡          ››          bar  mario  ,  brooklyn

         “  you’re  absolutely  right  .  what  kind  of  woman  doesn’t  have  an  axe  ,  y’know  ?  ”

[allinmymincl]

"so this is as cool of a character design as i thought ? " drew flips his tablet around, showing dahlia his unfinished drawing again. "my publisher thinks it's a little too ' over the top ' for her to carry an axe, but, like, she's facing off against a zombified drive - in movie theater employee resurrected through unknown, possibly mystical means. that's a fitting reason to carry an axe if there ever was one, don't you think ? " / @dchlias

[lilacrespite]

               they   didn't   mean   to   cling.   the   whole   day   leading   up   to   his   arrival,   luna   had   been   reminding   herself   to   play   it   cool;   let   things   blossom   naturally,   don't   move   so   fast   that   their   head   became   dizzy   with   it   and   she   couldn't   tell   her   left   from   their   right.   they   could   hear   izzy's   voice   in   their   head   telling   them   to   be   cautious,   not   to   get   so   lost   in   her   feelings   for   him   that   they   couldn't   find   their   way   back   to   civilization.   but   they   were   gone   the   moment   he'd   arrived.   without   a   walk,   or   even   a   sprint;   it   only   took   a   glance   and   it   was   like   she   was   plucked   from   reality   and   dropped   right   into   their   favorite   daydream   where   he   could   want   them   like   she   wanted   him   and   everything   felt   right.   except,   it   wasn't   so   much   of   a   day   dream.   it   was   their   reality.   he'd   told   her   that   he   liked   them,   allowed   them   to   hold   onto   his   hand   and   offered   reassuring   squeezes   as   she   found   it   hard   to   part,   and   he   continued   to   promise   they'd   see   each   other   again   soon.   what   else   was   she   meant   to   think   ?   she   should   feel   embarrassed   by   their   refusal   to   let   him   go,   but   they   don't.   his   gentle   taunt   as   he's   tugged   back   into   their   doorway   soliciting   a   soft   giggle.   ❝   hi   drew.   ❞   they   muttered   shyly,   their   back   resting   against   the   opposite   frame   as   he   swung   their   hands   between   them.                 though,   they   didn't   stay   their   for   long.   he   was   rambling,   but   truthfully,   luna   wasn't   hearing   a   thing   he   was   saying.   slowly,   his   voice   tuned   out   after   his   offer   to   go   grab   them   snacks   before   coming   over   and   all   they   could   hear   was   something   similar   to   a   symphony   of   strings   that   would   play   in   all   those   rom   coms   from   the   sixties   when   the   love   interest   was   finally   introduced.   the   only   voice   they   could   hear   was   their   own   in   their   head   telling   them   to   kiss   him.   when   they   began   taking   steps   toward   him   to   close   the   cap   between   them   it   only   grew   louder   and   louder;   coming   completely   to   a   silence   once   there   was   practically   no   space   between   them.   ❝   i'd   like   that,   yeah.   ❞   they   nod,   one   hand   coming   up   to   rest   on   the   back   of   his   neck,   and   the   other   resting   her   palm   against   his   cheek.   ❝   but   it   has   to   be   soon.   ❞   the   word   leaving   her   lips   against   caused   them   to   laugh   quietly   to   themselves,   but   it   was   more   the   giddy   nerves   to   blame   as   they   lifted   themselves   to   his   lips.   ❝   i'll   even   give   you   an   incentive.   ❞   they   breathed   gently   against   his   lips,   hesitating   only   for   a   moment   before   pressing   their   lips   against   his;   pressing   a   slow   sweet   kiss   there.   when   they   pulled   away,   the   bashful   knot   in   their   stomach   was   quick   to   return   and   the   stumbled   a   little   backing   away.   ❝   you're   going   to   be   late.   ❞   she   offered,   continuously   bringing   their   fingers   up   to   their   lips   and   quickly   dropping   it   as   they   remembered   he   was   still   there.   ❝   but   text   me,   yeah   ?   ❞

[allinmymincl]

he freezes. full - on, stiff as frankenstein's joints or perhaps a corpse in the throes of rigor mortis, leftover slices of census taker liver in hannibal lecter's icebox freezes. it's accurate to say that he never expected luna to kiss him. discovering that he's known them for much longer than he thought hadn't affected drew's belief that his enormous crush on them is more hopeless than the entire squad of firefighters who faced michael myers in halloween kills. their kiss, however, is soft and sweet and lingers a little bit. whatever instinct it was that had prompted his lids to slip shut the split second before their lips met his provided no such guidance to the rest of his body. eventually both hands settle on her face, but by then it's almost too late. still leaning towards them as luna backs away, drew almost stumbles forward and crashes into them. he answers their question with a nod as he's able to regain his balance, uncertain that his voice will work. "i'll text you," he eventually manages to assure them. there's some small, mostly muffled part of his brain that refuses to let him forget that he needs to leave, and although he would really like to keep his publishing deal ( which means that he kind of can't miss meetings with his publisher ), his feet feel heavier than a walking dead omnibus. "if that's how you say goodbye to all of your houseguests then consider me jealous. deeply jealous, even. like, taking notes from tiffany, bride of chucky, jealous except i don't have any tattoos or that voodoo for dummies book and i'm actually really bad at taking notes. but, i should ... " go. he should go, but rather than finish his sentence or move even the slightest bit from where he stands, his hands rest gently on their face again. the first kiss he presses to their lips is a peck, brief and tentative. the second kiss lingers for long enough that he's outlrageously woozy when he finally parts from them, which is probably why he practically stumbles out of the door and gets no further than a few steps from luna's house before he collides, face - first, with a tall and very solid telephone pole. / @lilacrespite

[rhiannvns]

         in  all  honesty  ,  ria  could  care  less  about  the  warring  factions  of  the  upper  east  and  upper  west  side  .  they  hold  up  their  phone  and  scroll  back  to  the  one  they’d  read  about  earlier  .  “  there’s  a  whole  tag  dedicated  to  this  ‘  rivalry  ’  .  ”  air  quotes  go  up  at  the  last  word  .  “  this  one’s  a  little  funny  and  melodramatic  .  ”  clears  their  throat  for  dramatic  effect  .  “  it’s  like  we’re  romeo  and  juliette  .  i’m  from  the  upper  east  side  and  he’s  from  the  upper  west  .  our  families  will  never  get  along  .  we’re  forced  to  meet  at  central  park  in  secret  .  ”  //  @allinmymincl

[allinmymincl]

their dramatic reading of the post draws a rare laugh from him. "i can't believe that's not at all ironic," he comments, though it isn't completely true. "i think the whole ' rivalry ' thing is mostly a joke," he points out with a shrug, however. "the upper east side and upper west side are both nyc at the end of the day, and i think that most people from here can agree that the real enemy is la. you ever met anyone from there ? " sage scoffs before ria is afforded any time whatsoever to answer him, thinking about some of the most disagreeable people from the west coast city he's ever met. / @rhiannvns

[allinmymincl]

sighing, sage slips his phone out of his pocket and checks the time. "arlo," he grumbles, "we were supposed to leave, like, an hour ago." okay, so it might be closer to fifteen minutes or so. not at all known as a huge stickler for punctuality or anything, sage would just prefer to not be outrageously late solely because arlo can't be bothered with putting down his video game controller. "you can finish impacting the genshins or whatever it is you're doing later, but our reservations at the vegan sushi restaurant have an expiration date." which is in approximately fifteen minutes, he notes as he glances at his phone and frowns. / @lilacrespite ( arlo )

[robbickent]

looking at drew is the opposite of looking into a mirror. he sees everything he isn't, everything he missed out on, everything he wanted but didn't get. he sees what happens when a product is left untouched, left to grow in whatever way it desires. there was a time when that was all robbie had wanted for drew, but now ... now, how could he feel anything but resentment? resentment that feels like an empty, hollow space.

clicks his tongue and tilts his head to the side, jaw tensing briefly as he pauses for a moment, then after a beat he smirks wryly, as if drew's comments on his career has rolled right off his back instead of prickling him in a way only a brother knows how. " i've always fuckin' been here, man, " robbie points out, lazily opening his arms wide open, not allowing much space between them. he wasn't the one that left. that was drew. and robbie never hid, not from his parents and not from his brothers, it wasn't his problem if he was never found.

" so you're back, from what, fuckin' cartoon school? " precious drew, who had to be left with his pencils, who had to be kept out of it, who never had to work so their mom could have her kids walking the red carpet. he snickers harshly. it was funny. this whole thing, a fucking joke. " you learned how to finally colour inside the lines? is this why you're here -- to fuckin' celebrate. " a beat. " can we all give a round of applause to drew! " voice grows louder, as if to command the party's attention, throwing his arms up in the air as he starts to slow cap.

[allinmymincl]

although the very public collapse of their family has provided tabloids with a seemingly endless stock of scandalous cover stories, drew always managed to avoid a starring role in the drama, which he attributes to a combination of choosing a much quieter lifestyle in comparison to his more recognizably famous brothers, and robbie regularly monopolizing the page or two which every gossip rag seems to designate as being for the latest updates on members of their notoriously estranged family. it's all very ' entire line of cars slowing down while passing by the site of a horrible accident ' really. drew was so eager to leave when he got accepted to art school in another state. their parents had supported him, although he's aware that it was out of perceived necessity as drawing was pretty much the only thing that could ever keep him quiet and occupied for long periods of time rather than a genuine interest in seeing him happy and successful. if he wanted to try his hand at psychoanalyzing his oldest brother, then drew would speculate that robbie is probably so much more difficult to read as a result of their mother practically banning them from any outward displays of emotion, which lead to all three of the brothers adopting their now - notorious irreverence for almost everything. perhaps unfortunately for robbie, however, drew was never super into all of that shutter island american psycho donnie darko psychological thriller shit, and so he's just going to assume that robbie is just a brady from halloween 4 brand of jerk. he rolls his eyes, feeling as though this assessment becomes more concrete by the second as robbie throws his arms open and shouts over the obnoxious music. "i kind of got tricked into being here by my agent," he attempts to explain, but quickly surmises that it's of no use. "think you'll ever get bored of being more desperate for attention than mia goth in an a24 movie ? " drew questions, folding his arms. "because i, for one, am really rooting for you to find a more fulfilling hobby. have you ever even given needlepoint or knitting or taxidermy a try ? you know, something relaxing and completely void of any bullshit you feel like ' anonymously ' giving to the press." / @robbickent

[lilacrespite]

               any   residual   pressure   that   remained   weighing   on   their   chest   quickly   lifted.   his   reassurances   provided   them   the   grace   not   to   worry   about   time   lost,   and   look   forward   to   all   the   time   they   still   had   to   spend   together.   the   gentle   caress   of   his   fingers   on   their   wrist   serving   as   a   comforting   reminder   that   their   relationship   was   no   longer   confined   to   phone   screens   and   withheld   truths.   his   own   honesty   coming   as   yet   another   comforting   gesture   without   him   even   realizing.   luna   was   the   same   person   who   caught   one   glimpse   of   him   with   nora   and   assumed   they   were   dating.   even   though   they   were   aware   of   rory   was   and   what   they   meant   to   drew   because   of   prior   conversations,   it   never   took   luna   long   to   jump   to   worst   case   scenarios.   having   drew   tell   them   himself   that   it   was   different   with   rory,   that   he   doesn't   think   they're   scary   and   (   most   importantly   )   that   he   likes   them.   not   even   the   quick   to   their   bottom   lip   could   stop   the   smile   from   spreading   wider   at   his   words.   the   closer   he   drew   to   them   the   more   impulsive   they   began   to   feel;   eyes   drifting   to   his   lips   and   their   body   leaning   forward   slightly   before   his   reminder   jolted   them   back   to   their   reality.                ❝   but   it   feels   like   you   just   got   here.   ❞   the   pout   came   quickly   as   they   intertwined   their   hand   with   his.   she   loved   the   way   her   fingers   fit   between   the   space   of   his.   butterflies   swarmed   like   wasps   in   her   stomach,   itching   to   be   closer   to   him,   but   his   reminder   of   some   vauge   appointment   that   kept   escaping   them   then   echoed   in   her   mind.   though   she   was   sad   to   have   him   go,   the   hope   for   soon   brought   the   smile   back   again.   ❝   soon.   very   soon.   like   text   me   immediately   when   you're   done   so   we   can   make   plans   soon.   ❞   though   there   was   a   giggle   on   their   lips   as   they   said   it,   their   words   held   a   lot   of   truth.   truthfully,   they'd   let   him   back   in   that   night   if   he   was   willing   to   come   back.   no   matter   the   hour.   ❝   i'll   walk   you   out. i don't want you to be late.   ❞   each   step   towards   the   door   and   down   the   steps   was   deliberately   slow;   the   grip   they   had   on   his   hand   loosening   and   tightening   as   they   held   the   door   open.   ❝   you   promise   soon,   right   ?   ❞   they   asked   as   he   was   half   way   out   the   door;   a   gentle   tug   stopping   him   from   moving   any   further   and   their   own   frame   moving   closer   to   him   awaiting   his   answer.

[allinmymincl]

from the moment it landed on store shelves, drive - in has been generating the sort of sales that practically guarantee an immediate future which involves countless checks with more numbers on them than there are semi - pointless entries in the final destination franchise, and requests to meet up and discuss a potential movie deal clogging up his agent's email inbox. being as ' independently wealthy ' as one can technically be while still maintaining access to a loaded trust fund that he simply refuses to use anymore is cool and all, but drew seriously hopes that he's not being torn away from luna to talk numbers with the accountant that his agent hired for him or to get offers from movie studios pitched at him that he has no interest in taking. he'd be so peeved. the last time he remembers having this much fun with someone was ... well, the last time he saw luna. "you're saying the word ' soon ' so much that it's starting to not sound like a word anymore." the playful comment is immediately followed up by his actual answer. "but yeah," he promises, nodding as they arrive at the front door. "soon." he doesn't get far enough to even step outside, prevented by the gentle tug on his hand. "oh, hey there. long time no see." he's grinning as he turns around and faces luna again. "maybe next time you can show me what we didn't get to today. i could stop at that convenience store we went to that one time and pick up some snacks for us on my way over if you want ? i know you like their big blue, but i don't think we've discussed our personal chip preferences yet. now, my go - to is your classic potato chip, but my favorite is actually the corn chip - based dorito — specifically the red bag, but if your taste in slushies and your taste in dorito bags happen to match, then i would still get cool ranch for you. i'd consider it my duty as the designated snack procurer." he stands with his back against the doorframe and swings their linked hands back and forth in the air between them. he offers a final reassuring squeeze with his palm pressed against hers and untangles their fingers slowly.

[gemmitchell]

"alright, maybe you have a point." she reluctantly agreed. admitting sage was right wasn't something she enjoyed. it was few and far between when it happened. "wouldn't be surprised if it fucked up some people's hearing though." surely there were some damaged ear drums from that. gemma looked over to sage with a faux hurt expression - putting those acting skills to use. "i know you didn't just pull the disappointment card on me. ouch." she pouted. "that hurts." she shook her head, keeping her act up for a minute before she broke it with a grin. "just don't go making headlines that i don't care 'bout the environment." a laugh soon followed, "hey at least i'm replacing the trees. how is that not concern? if anything, you're the one just donating money but what are you really doing, huh sage?" she inquired with a raise of a perfectly shaped brow.

[allinmymincl]

rather than offer gemma an answer that's, well, comprehensible, sage grumbles. "i complain about billion - dollar corporations all the time on the air." raised by parents who are as environmentally conscious as it's possible to be while owning a yacht and buying enough stuff to fill at least one moving van every season of the year, sage knows that some of his opinions might some contradictory to everything else about him. "okay, okay. i'm sorry about the pulling the disappointment card on you." he doesn't actually sound very apologetic, though, mostly because he's pretty sure that the conversation has diverged from being very serious. "now please take the ' bad philanthropist ' card off the table before one of us gets a papercut 'cause i forgot my 100% plastic - free, plant - based band aids at home today."