𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 // 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴

good time for a change. see, the luck i've had can make a good man turn bad. haven't had a dream in a long time. see, the life i've had can make a good man bad. so for once in my life...let me get what i want. lord knows, it would be the first time...

[wowza1980s]

Pretty In Pink (‘86)

[andieofking-blog]

stfusid·:

Sid let out a loud chuckle as he listened to the Australian speak, an elbow resting on the bar to hold him up as he leaned closer. There was something about her accent that was just so alluring, it practically turned him into putty. “A professional alcoholic, huh? Say what you want, but I don’t think you could keep up with me if you tried.” Hopefully it was a tempting challenge. He figured it’d be hilarious for them to both be bumbling idiots, drunk dancing around the bar, if he was lucky anyway. “Both of my heads are on just right, thanks for the concern.” If he had his way, his eyebrows would be waggling but that wasn’t the case. As soon as her fingers touched his light hair, the man’s head was involuntarily leaning towards her hand. Talk about touch starved. A small sigh escaped his lips as he sat up straight again, grabbing the small glass, “Cheers to drinking with pals. Even if it costs me double the money.” The shot was gone in less than a second, down his throat like nothing ever happened. An eyebrow raised as he watched the woman shake, doing his best not to laugh, “WOW, now that was cute.” He teased, slamming the empty cup onto the bar just a bit harder than necessary, both creating a loud thud and almost breaking the glass at the same time, “It was Patron, baby! Tequila. The best of the best. Tell me you’ve had it before.”

“is that a challenge, sidney chambers? because i’ll take you up on it, easy.” with a nonchalant shrug, andie locked eyes with the man. his baby blues boring into hers making her heart all but skip a beat for a split second. alcohol definitely wasn’t helping with these heart palpitations. her expression scrunched into one of momentary confusion, repeating his two head comment to herself before her eyes closed and head tilted back as soon as it hit her. “charming. very charming.” coughing quietly into the back of her hand from the shot she didn’t expect to taste that strong, she gazed at him with an incredulous look on her face. “that was tequila? either you’re full of shit or the bartender is because...that tasted like drain cleaner.” andie chuckled lightly, mimicking his previous stance with an elbow on the counter, glancing at him. “and hey -- if this challenge is a go, the least i can do is cover half of these drinks. save your pocket a little, huh?”

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razmatazzmus·:

* @andieofking

the tune carries out into the street. the kind of song that any music guru can recognize within the first chord. otis redding’s try a little tenderness. clutching the handle, raz steps into character with a devilish smirk. lights, camera——

the door chimes and in slides raz the spaz, right on cue—- right past the two bemused clerks. and then he swings, hangs a sharp right just in time to save him from hitting a display. he snaps his fingers, swaying in front of andie a beat before he’s off again, towards the door. then around he gyrates, closing in on the clerk behind the counter, pointing his finger adamantly and mouthing, ‘young girls they don’t forget it!’  

‘LOOOOOOOOVE——’ his palms slap upon the counter, and he boosts himself off his feet, mouthing in perfect harmony. twinkle toes meet the floor, ‘is their whole happiness—-’ oh yeah—- nodding viciously, pointing first to the clerk, then resting his hand on andie’s arm, nodding with conviction as he mouths along. ‘yeah, yeah—-’  he looks maniacal. he throws his arm up, dipping rhythmically, keeping his hand clutched around the counter as he crouches. ‘but it’s all—-’ he rises slowly, shaking his head pleadingly, ‘so easaaayy—’ he lip syncs soulfully, shaking his head somberly. his fingers curl inward, palm up, and he shakes them like a shackled innocent prisoner. ‘all you gotta do is TRY—’ he’s shaking them in andie’s face emphatically, nose drawing closer to hers before he recedes, stomping his foot and throwing his hands down in near-tantrum. he swings, sways, arms flailing at either side as he goes off. he’s backing into an aisle aligned directly with andie with the flow of the song, stomping his feet to that fervent organ, throwing his arms rabidly toward andie to drive his point home, lip syncing with such a devotion you’d think he’d written it for her. ‘—you wanna—’ he reaches the back display, arms flinging effortlessly into the shelves, head propelling back dramatically. ‘SQUEEZE her—’ he’s dipping. ‘don’t TEASE her—’ he’s vehement, feet kicking to the beat to charge him up before he takes off, rolling along the length of the back display. he stops at the end, throwing his head in circles, pelvis motivating him forward as though caught by a lasso. with a spin, he dips, disappearing momentarily behind a rack. and he reappears in a flash, pointing at andie—- ‘you GOTTA sqUEEZE her—’ shaking his head like a mad man, face scrunched passionately as he mimes, ‘NEVER LEAVE HER—-’ he’s spinning, dipping to the rhythm, throwing his arm up aaaanad ‘try—–’ stomp ‘try a little TENDERNESS!’ marching forward, ‘YEAH, YEAH!’ he falls pray to the beat, spinning as though he were a cyclone, catching himself on a bin and throwing his head side to side. feet popping as he backs toward the display again, either arm swinging on the on- and offbeat until his heel hits the bottom shelf. he throws his arms, crossing them, before raising a single fist, then the other: ‘GOT TO NAH, NAH, NAH—–’ he drops them to the floor as though to punch through it, catching his balance on his fingers and propelling himself off the surface so that he can break into a sprint. he collapses on the stairs leading him hopefully to heaven where he will be absolved of his pain. he turns, feet firmly planted on a step, hand clasping a railing so he can pelvic thrust, thrust, thrusting up onto his feet to jump off the step. and he turns again, running up those same stairs until he hits the top. he spins, swinging his head, padding his feet in place before walking like an egyptian down them again … and, scene!

breathless, he approaches the counter, leaning an elbow as coolly, seductively as he can. he hits them with an, ❛ evening, ladies, ❜  sweeping the sweat from his upper lip with a finger as he tries to regain composure. ❛ man, what a ditty. sweet tune. my man OTIS. my, uh … mom’s personal favorite.❜  he says offhandedly as he glances up at andie, tugging on her sleeve. ❛ what’s cookin’, good-lookin’?❜

it’s been a long day of criticizing, doubting and re-doing here at rags and it all came from the same person...andie. thing is, she was overly critical of her own work. something as simple as putting an outfit together for the few mannequins around the shop. including one which would carry something andie designed herself. she couldn’t help but be hard on herself -- this was her dream job. sort of. but she had something to prove. she wanted people to know you can buy secondhand clothing and still be fashionable. there was nothing to be ashamed of. especially not when you’re making it into your own, original piece...which is what she did in high school and she knows the struggles of not being able to wear the trendiest things but she still tried her best to make it work. she still is. 

with a defeated sigh and a mannequin missing a top, andie needed to take a quick 2 minute break following her coworker over to the counter and pulling herself up to take a seat. “this might make you feel better.” the clerk chimed, skipping a couple songs overhead and landing on one of her favorites. you gotta love some otis. not only did it bring a smile to her face despite her stress, it apparently dragged a maniacal raz into the shop. 

what...in the holy hell....is happening? him appearing randomly at her shop wasn’t surprising whatsoever but she must say, the crazed way he slid in and put on this free show was quite the surprised indeed. andie couldn’t even properly react from how unheard of this was. all she could do was stare, lips parted, directly into this man’s musical soul. but she could hear the other clerk giggling under her breath as both watched him flail about in perfect tune to the song. had she seen this coming maybe she would have been into it but -- jesus h christ. 

it almost looked like he was straight out of a movie scene from how fitting and precise his movements were. she could picture him practicing this entire routine in his room for hours on end and that thought alone made her chuckle but her gaze was locked on him throughout the entire song. good god it was hard to hold her composure seeing him finally reach the counter like a normal human being -- completely out of breath. “...raz.....we’re closed.” andie blinked. she genuinely didn’t know if it was the shock or stress that left her speechless at his act. maybe it was just that good. “but more importantly -- what was that and why haven’t you tried out for broadway already?”

[andieofking-blog]

DREAMLAND ROLLER RINK -- only andie’s favorite spot in all of nevada. she was a regular and she’d frequent it alone. it was sort of a...therapy to her, if she may. see, being a workaholic doesn’t warrant much free time especially when you’re the co-owner. and people might think, well if ya own the place why don’t ya just give yourself more time off? those people don’t know andie. there are no days off. no time to waste in fear of falling back into the struggle of having little to no money. but the very few times she did fit some extra time into her schedule, she was usually roller skating. the sound of lovergirl by teena marie coursing through her veins as she rolled around to the beat blasting throughout the rink, andie lost herself. it was freeing, in all honesty. she felt like she was in a damn music video. getting so into the song that her eyes even closed while she serpentined along to the lyrics. “i just want to be your lovergirl...i just want to rock your wo -- oh, OH shit shit shit!” BAM! slammed right into another skater and fell ass first to the ground. a lovely music video.

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brookerizzo·:

@eightysevenstarters

“ ———FUCK! ” the young rizzo groaned as the books in her arms slid out of her arms in what seemed to be slow motion. she tried to catch them, she really did, but fumbling only made it worse, the books sliding into a puddle in front of someone else’s feet. “you’ve got to be shitting me..” brooklyn gritted her teeth, letting out a soft huff before stooping down to pick up the  soaking wet book. “you ever think karma is just out to get you?” she asked, glancing up at the other.

jamming out in the middle of a busy, bustling day to get back home was the only way she could survive without feeling like locking eyes with every single person walking by. old habits die slow. it wasn’t until a couple of books landed right in front of her feet that andie began noticing her surroundings. pulling the headphones from her sony walkman off andie let them hang on her neck. “only every day of my life.” she replied with an airy chuckle, kneeling down to help the other. she didn’t get a good look at her until she was face to face with the girl. “oh shit -- you’re rizzo’s kid, aren’t you?” a playful grin stretched out just as she was shaking the water droplets off of another book. “don’t want to sound creepy or anything. just heard a lot about you from friends and that. these, uh -- these important?” she questioned, referring to the drenched books in their hands.

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stfusid·:

Sidney wasn’t sure exactly what time he had arrived at the bar, but he knew it was sometime around noon and it was definitely still light out. Hours must’ve passed since he chose his spot at the bar because as he gazed out the window, he noticed that the sky had gone dark. Night had set in and so had the drinks he’d be pushing back all that time, his head fogged by the buzz. Clicking his tongue, the man ordered two more shots before turning to face the fellow customer sitting beside him, his words slurring together slightly, “One each! Ya can do shots, right?” He nodded in thanks towards the bartender as he placed the drinks in front of them before looking towards the other, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “Keep in ya mind… the only right answer is yes.”

“are you kidding?” andie whipped her head toward sid’s direction. her accent rolling off of her tongue like melted butter. “thanks to late nights pounding my head trying to come up with shit for work -- i either had to become a professional alcoholic or literally bash my head in.” jokes aside, she did look to liquor as help when it came to stress. not a very healthy choice but she didn’t need to head over to AA any time soon...she thinks. “good to know your head’s in the right place though.” andie ruffled the male’s hair a bit, a smile tugging at her bare lips before picking up the shot. she wasn’t entirely wasted yet, unfortunately her tolerance grew an incredible amount but she could get there. “cheers, to free booze.” andie chuckled lightheartedly under her breath, clinking the small glass cup against his before throwing the entire shot back. eyes squeezing at the sudden burning sensation coating her throat. slamming the empty shot glass on the bar counter, she felt a shiver course throughout her body as her head shook in immediate reaction. “jeeeeesus, what was that?”

[dailywomen]

Samara Weaving for Collider Spotlight (2019)

[andieofking-blog]

— ❝ wait is that SAMARA WEAVING ? or is that ANDIE KING who arrived in las vegas FIFTEEN YEARS ago? SHE is a TWENTY SIX year old. last time i checked they were a CO-OWNER OF RAGS TO RICHES. rumour has it they’re very BOLD and very STUBBORN. the FEMALE reminds me of BORDERLINE BY MADONNA. { — em, 21+, est, she/her }

hey y’all! it’s your resident dumbass back with her third muse. i was too sad by dropping elaine so now i bring you ANDIE. & here’s my shit intro:

tw: death

HEAVILY INSPIRED BY ANDIE FROM PRETTY IN PINK...i can only use so much of my own creativity okay but that movie is a godsend and andie is a doll so imma make my own twist on her....minus the name bc it’s cute. okay she’s almost carbon copy...SUE ME

born and raised in adelaide, australia (yes she still has the accent m8)

grew up without a mother. it was just her and her father walter against the world.

walter worked at a factory in adelaide which unfortunately was shut down and not being able to afford living off of unemployment, they left in search for a better job in the U S of A...which didn’t really prove to be very easy as her father continuously struggled and was often unemployed so they didn’t live in the best conditions

kids are cruel, man, so andie was basically an outcast throughout school just because of her family’s financial situation. she had her fair share of bullies whom she sometimes stood up to but usually would try to stay quiet

although her dad never had too much money and she didn’t have the most expensive clothing, andie adored fashion and was always trying to spruce up old finds or thrifted items. something that was noticed by the wrong crowds at school and she would often limit herself due to her upbringing

limiting herself brought on many issues in her life, some issues being relationships and friendships, but during junior year of high school she decided...who cares if her dress isn’t as expensive as everyone else’s, or if the boy she likes won’t go with her because she doesn’t fit in with his friends? andie realized she needed to stop being ashamed of where she comes from so that she can love herself, and let herself take risks and enjoy life

bold, poised, and genuine. andie knows exactly who she is and she’s fine with it, even though she’s fully aware that not all of her peers feel the same way. she refuses to be pushed around by anyone. she can be a bit rough around the edges but she usually means well -- unless you don’t mean well

throughout high school, andie worked at violet vinyls until she graduated and got an opportunity to open a clothing thrift store with a friend of hers with their combined savings. she just wants others to know it’s still fashionable to wear thrifted items and often creates her own masterpieces to put up for sale in the shop

her father still struggles with holding a job but she helps him out with money as much as she can and still currently lives with him

you can find andie at the roller rink when she’s off, she’s a frequent there. and if there’s any kind of activism going on, she’ll be right there front & center.

i can’t add any more since i have to go but please lmk if you want to plot/connect!

CONNECTIONS: CO-OWNER OF RAGS TO RICHES, and lbr she needs a duckie, blane and stef in her life okay. also a lona. (all pretty in pink references) I’M DOWN FOR ANYTHING! i might add a couple wcs to the main later.