every universe in one mind.

thirty six, las vegas; movie director.

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robertbeaucanon:

“Whoa, whoa, easy brodude.” Robert raised his hands at the sudden outburst of the man next to him. James was sleeping laying on his lap and Thomas was next to his brother trying to eat his waffles as he was also startled by the man. Robert was just asking for the sugar, because there was none in his table, but it was obvious that the man was with some issues that had nothing to do with lending sugar or not.  “If you don’t mind me saying, you kinda look like shit, especially like someone who might need three or four days of sleep.” He looked at him with a face, hoping he could calm down after his lashing out. Thomas made a face towards his father that was written dad, bad word, and Robert mumbled a sorry. “Eat, champ. I’ll get you sugar from somewhere else.”

Alvaro was prepared to simply gather his things and leave after his... less than charming way of making himself known, to say the least, but it was who he’d lashed out at that caused him to halt, his attention immediately shifting to the children surrounding him. A sudden lapse of sincerity washed over him at the sight, letting out a deep sigh in attempt to discard his temper. If he’d known who his audience was to begin with, there was no way he would have acted the way he had. It was shameful, and he knew that. He was starting to think the others around them did too.  “My apologies,” he finally spoke, his eyebrows knitting together for a brief moment before he scratched at the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to, ah... you know.”  Alvaro took note of what he was saying and reached back over to his table, only to return with a handful of packets of sugar. “Yeah, you wouldn’t be the first to say such a thing, I do look and feel like...” he glanced toward the younger boys and placed the sugar down on their table. “that.”

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beccasingh:

“I– I’m sorry.” Rebecca replied with uncertainty in her words. She didn’t respond well to anger, she didn’t respond well to any of it, especially when it came from men. It was where her PTSD came into place, her brain snatched a certain memory from the back of her mind and put it into play. Into repeat. Made her feel uncomfortable, made her feel sorry for even asking if the man was doing alright. Naturally she didn’t really expect to be received with such violence ( ? ), still, it made her take a step back —  a safe step away from the man. “I was just asking if you were alright.” She repeated, only this time in a smaller, submissive tone. Arms crossed in front of her chest. Every part of her screaming defense.

"If I am alright...” he trailed off, something of a bitter laugh following his words. Alvaro had no intention to harm her, as brash as he was, violence was something that he’d not subject anyone to without a severe reason behind it. It would take more than a foul mood to twist his perspective on the matter. He noticed the way she withdrew herself from his advance forward and stopped where he stood. His expression softened in the slightest, but his words remained stern. Harsher than he’d have liked.  “I am fine. Do I not look alright to you?”

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He’d experienced the symptoms of sleep deprivation before. It started off slow and progressed until the only thing he had to run on was adrenaline and a bad temper. Anything seemed to bother him when he was at his lowest, nothing satisfied. It didn’t take much for him to channel his exhaustion and frustration into lashing out at someone, especially when he was trying to focus on his work. In this case, it was the closest person to him. “I don’t have the time for this... this nonsense. I have to work.”

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i’m going to see beauty and the beast with my dad but i’ll be around afterwards! expect to see a starter floating around then uvu

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xaurorablack:

When Sports Illustrated had contacted her, she knew she had to do the shoot. She had always loved the magazine and to turn it down wouldn’t been a crime. Aurora was posing on one of the park benches in the city, doing her best to ignore the people passing by. As the camera flashed, she noticed the person and let out a small smirk. “Enjoying the view?”

At the sight of the cameras, he couldn’t help but gravitate toward the scene. It was the sheer curiosity that had found the better of him and if there was one thing Alvaro was never good at, it was denying himself of his curiosities. There was a small shred of disappointment when he caught onto the nature of the shoot and it clearly shun through his expression. He was never the fondest of photoshoots, but he managed something of a smile for her sake. “The view is very enjoyable.”

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javiireyes:

         it was the first time in weeks that javier was finally in a good mood, which of course meant he couldn’t let it go to waste. “fuckin hell, i didn’t think it was this late. i gotta go, my dog needs me.” his good mood didn’t change the fact that javier couldn’t go two hours before he needed draco. “next time remind me not to mix drinks.”

“Remind you? I think that would take away half of the fun.” He couldn’t help but chuckle, finishing off his own drink-- albeit one that was nowhere near as intoxicating as the ones Javier had been downing. “Come on, stay a little while longer. Another ten minutes couldn’t hurt.”

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audreychenx:

She didn’t know how long she’s been being followed. Focusing on her work and living on her own she didn’t know if the man had been following her for days now. That or he could just be some man going the same way as her. But he had been following her for two blocks now and paranoia has been seeping in her brain. She just come from buying groceries and was on her way home. But she didn’t want the man to know where she was living, if he really was following her, that Audrey immediately turned the corner, hoping to lose the man, when she bumped into someone sending her groceries spilling over the sidewalk. Cursing in Chinese for her clumsiness she quickly ducked down to retrieve the fallen items off the ground. "I’m sorry.” She exhaled, her heart beating fast as she frantically picked up her stuff in the middle of a crowded street.

He hadn’t been taking note of where he was going. Lost amongst the mayhem that Vegas offered whether it was a dawn of a new day or fading into the night, Alvaro had learnt to navigate his way around in spite of the many passersby before him. His head firmly stuck on getting where he wanted to be and yet, somehow found himself being caught mesmerised by the script in his hand and less on the road ahead of him. He’d began brushing shoulders with strangers, the reception he’d receive being nothing more than disgruntled complaints and the occasional, ‘hey, watch it!’ that he hadn’t the mind to heed at the time. But upon their collision, the script had fallen out of his grasp, much like her own items, and Alvaro was prepared to rebuff her apology. That was until he saw the look on her face. He was by no means a cruel man, at least not without a good reason, and a part of him could sense that being unkind in a situation like this was not going to benefit either of them.  “Are you alright?” he asked, leaning down to help retrieve her things and tuck the script into his back pocket, returning the pen that had fallen to it’s rightful place behind his ear. “You seem, uh, disturbed by something.”

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hey guys! so this is my little introduction to both myself and alvaro, since we’re both new around here! firstly, my name is francis. i go by they/them pronouns for the most part but i’ll accept any and all so don’t worry about messing that up tbh. i’m eighteen, from england and the world’s biggest pug lover. seriously, i’d adopt an army of them if i could.

now onto alvaro: he’s a movie director. he takes his work very, very seriously and he’s constantly looking for inspiration to go toward new works ( or help develop the ones he’s already got in mind ). in terms of style and genre he’s a good mixture between burton, coppola and vintage hollywood with a modern take on it all. he’s known to work on abstract pieces and things that have a lot of hidden meaning and symbolism to them. but at the same time, he has a very... unique way about him. he’s very aloof, cultivating, shrewd and what you would call a workaholic ( to the point where he needs to be reminded to function and look after himself from time to time, after being cooped up for weeks ) because of how he gets captivated by his work. he’s fairly well known for being a rather eccentric character, but not many people can place the name to a face. he’s not the most sociable of directors and keeps himself out of the light for the most part. for privacy's sake, but he also likes the air of mystery that surrounds it and isn’t much for the ‘rich’ lifestyle of fame and partying. thriller / noir / horror is what he’s most known for. he’s a little odd, but easy going once you get to know him. although he’s got a reputation for being a little harsh on his coworkers when it comes down to filming things. he’s a visionary that strives for perfection and won’t settle for any less.

i’m still working on all the kinks but that’s the basis i’ve gotten at the moment! if you want to plot anything out or discuss pre-established connections, i’m here! and very excited to be a part of this group. also... please forgive me if i get a little mixed up with everyone. since i’m new and incredibly forgetful i might screw up a few names or something like that but i don’t mean anything by it, i promise! i’m sure i’ll get better after a little while!

i’ll also be setting up some pages throughout the next couple of days so there’s that to look out for!