Dum vivimus vivamus!

Anna "Anya" Hirsch. Independent and Selective Succession OC. Follows from k4ndall.

[brunettessource]

HAILEE STEINFELD. 81st Annual Golden Globe Awards.

[any4s]

@eulogier

The Adderall had been keeping Anya awake all night so that she could study for her English exam in the morning. Much Ado About Nothing was a very funny place, but so fucking layered that Anya wasn’t sure she would be able to capture all of them in the essay that she would have to write. The books that were lying all over her bed weren’t much help either. The more she read the more layers emerged like a giant fucking bean stalk with no end in sight.

She glanced at the clock on her wall and heard her stomach rumbling. Quietly, she got out of her room and went downstairs to the kitchen. It was a large room that had been renovated several times since the house had been built and was currently in its chic and very sleek twenty first century incarnation with marble tops and a huge island right in the middle.

Anya stopped in front of the refrigerator and pulled both of its doors the light blinding her for a moment. She pulled out a large bottle of orange juice and poured it into a glass that was sitting near the sink. She closed the door and was about to open the cookie jar when she heard footsteps. With her free hand, she flipped on the lights.

“Hey Dad,” she called to the man in the doorway. “Aren’t you supposed to be supposed to be in bed? It’s like, what, one thirty in the morning?”

[vitalphenomena]

"You're just naturally gifted. Especially in the world of physics." Phoebe flops onto Anya's bed. puts her hands behind her head as she lays back.

"I'd love if I didn't have to study so much, but I don't even know what I would do with all of the free time. I guess I'd be more able to go out with you, right?"

[any4s]

“Of course, but I’m sure that you would get bored with me fairly quickly. I’m really not that special.” Compared to the other girls at Spence who were talented and amazing in all kinds of ways, Anya was just another face in the crowd. Sure, she had a princess for a mother and a father who had made his first million as an executive assistant at Waystar, but she really wasn’t that special.

“What are you going to after school is out?” she asked her best friend. “Do you have any special vacation plans for the summer?”  

[bo-kryzze]

KATE BISHOP 1.05 "Ronin"

[draconisa]

IT WOULDN’T BE THE FIRST TIME she’s been underestimated. She’s trained to see the little tells, subtle as they might be. Eyes that widen, dart aside as if to look for someone else. Lips parting, or curling down, or pressed hard. There’s a myriad of ways that people react when they first set eyes on her, so it isn’t hard for Daenerys to tell the difference between surprise and open disdain. This, clearly, was the former — and there’s no sign she’s noticed as she gets to her feet, breezing past the moment with practiced grace.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Anya.” She takes the hand in hers, firm and warm. “Please, have a seat.” Daenerys settles behind the desk again, the dark gleam of a proverbial throne. Her smile is genuine, eyes assessing, taking the measure of the woman sitting opposite. “Your resume was very impressive. Can I ask what drew you to my company in particular?”

[any4s]

Anya took Daenerys’s hand, smiled, and then let go to take her place opposite her onyx colored desk. For a moment, Anya glanced around the room trying to absorb every detail – the stone dragon eggs that sat on one of the end tables, the view of the Hudson and the skyscrapers being constructed, the sound of someone typing away in a nearby office. It was so different from Dad’s office at Gojo, so much more homely.

“My family runs a media business,” Anya responded to Daenerys’s question and straightened herself in the chair. “I’ve been around it since I could walk, but I wanted to learn how other businesses are run and I know that your company with its storied history would be a great place for me to learn, even as a lowly intern.”  

[nightrot]

a frisson of homoerotic tension, she says. as someone who's actively trying to deny that he can relate to any of that, conrad answers with a soft, noncommital, "oh."

"clarify for me, if you would be so kind, that the uncle and dad in question are not blood-related."

[any4s]

“Only by marriage,” Anya replied. “Although I guess you could say that they are married to each other.”

It was a strange way to talk about one’s family, but her father and Tom went way back. She had heard Mom once call Tom Dad’s work husband, but Anya couldn’t help but wonder if there was more there than that. The way that the two of them spoke to each other went way, way beyond anything that was appropriate for two “work husbands.”

“And, like, Uncle Tom jokes that way all the time. Like, he once asked Dad to punch him in the face and the turned around and said that it was a joke. Ha ha.”

[any4s]

@vitalphenomena

“I don’t understand how I didn’t flunk my physics exam,” Anya said as she sat down on her bed and looked at Phoebe. “Like, I was so hungover when I went and I took it and yet I somehow aced it. Phoebes, what the fuck?”

[meathungrylamb]

Elio blinked, trying to place the face in front of him. Except he already knew, because it was her party and Elio, (despite various actions) did have a polite bone in his body. That polite bone being one he would not mention at a party, "cum-see, cum-sah," Elio shook his hand from side to side as he did his damnedest to slaughter the words in a way that would make his sisters weep. Then the hand came back up, joint perched between two bony fingers, "how's it treating you? It's your shindig, after all."

Delicately Elio tilted his head back, turning to peer at Anya, eyes red and vaguely unfocused. He never did know how to continue a conversation.

"Pretty sure someone's fucking in your mom and dad's room."

[any4s]

“Yeah, I think they’re having the time of their lives up there,” Anya replied. She would have Wanda wash the sheets and clean the house after everyone had left. What Mom and Dad didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. “Luckily, this place has eight bathroom, so I don’t have to worry about people urinating and shitting all over the hard wood floor.”

She knew what Yvonne would think of all this. Had she been invited, she would have gone back to Aunt Shiv and Uncle Tom and told them that Anya was having an orgy. Of course, this wasn’t an orgy. More like a house party slash rave except without the strobe lights and the electronic music constantly pumping through the speakers.

“And the party’s not bad,” she said crossing one leg over the other. “I went to an underground one once. Have you ever been?”  

[vitalphenomena]

[ sms: anyaaaa ] that sounds awesomeee [ sms: anyaaaa ] you've always got the hook up [ sms: anyaaaa ] I'm too shyyy to ask my Aunt Ange for favors like this [ sms: anyaaaa ] We'll have so much fun! [ sms: anyaaaa ] Outfits?

[any4s]

[sms: Phoebes] IDK. I was thinking wearing my Ramones T-shirt and jeans.

[sms: Phoebes] Not classy, I know, but Cecilia is hard core punk.

[sms: Phoebes] Wbu?  

[vitalphenomena]

[ sms: anyaaaa ] Davy is just photogenic [ sms: anyaaaa ] She probably thinks he's just her gay best friend [ sms: anyaaaa ] That sounds so cool! What does VIP mean exactly tho [ sms: anyaaaa ] liiiiike do i get to meet veronica and cecilia?

[any4s]

[sms: Phoebes] VIP means we get to be front row.

[sms: Phoebes] We’ll also meet them after as well.

[sms: Phoebes] And there’s a nice after party we’re invited to as well.

[sms: Phoebes ] I heard that one of the Getty girls might make an appearance.

[vitalphenomena]

"I appreciate it," Gabi says warmly. And she does - she just has her own insecurities, her own uncertainties, her own doubts in her craft to work through.

"Cecilia Gardner is -" What is there to say? Gabriela can't downplay Cecilia's beauty; doing so is objectively foolish and untrue. Moreover, everything she says in this world ends up getting back to the person she was talking about. She can't afford to ruin her reputation for the sake of gossip and hyping up a friend.

"-gorgeous, of course. But that doesn't detract from how beautiful you are, at all." She rubs Anya's knee. "You and your cousin - you're always comparing to other people. It's not going to get you anywhere good."

[any4s]

“I know,” Anya acknowledged with a smile. She and Yvonne were like Jacob and Esau. Mom had told her once that Anya had been an awful baby in the womb, constantly kicking, scratching, and making a fuss.  She imagined that Yvonne was no better. If they had been twins, they could have simply wrestled each other and spared one of their mothers the trouble.

“I read somewhere that if you think a lot about what other people think of you, then you will always be their prisoner,” Anya continued. “That’s what I’m always thinking about – how I look, how I speak, how I study. We all do it, but I think that there’s more scrutiny on us because of who our parents are and the world that we live in.”

Cecilia Gardner had it easy compared to her. She had come out of some suburb outside of Seattle, clawed her way to the top, and achieved the kind of stardom that others dreamed of. She had struggled, of course, far more than others, but she hadn’t been born on the Upper East Side with a silver spoon in her mouth.

“And I think it’s even worse because you, me, and Yvonne are women,” she said. “If we were boys, Gabi, do you think that our parents would treat us the way they do?”

[nightrot]

"um. what."

[any4s]

“You asked if something had happened to me that had changed my morality,” Anya said as she leaned against the door frame and looked out beyond the stranger towards the quiet street behind him. Since most of the people that resided here were retirees, there weren’t any real trick or treaters in sight.

“I just kind of felt a frisson of homoerotic tension when my uncle asked my dad that,” she continued. “I had never really thought that two supposedly straight men could have that kind of relationship. I always thought that sexuality was black and white. You’re either one thing or another. I never thought about it as a continuum, you know?"

[celebs23]

[vitalphenomena]

[ sms: anyaaaa ] Ohhhh I see [ sms: anyaaaa ] She went out with Davy I think [ sms: anyaaaa ] I assume he put the halloween spirit in her [ sms: anyaaaa ] LMAO

[any4s]

[sms: Phoebes] Probs the case.

[sms: Phoebes] They look cute together.

[sms: Phoebes] Uncle Kendall gave me two VIP tickets to Veronica’s Madison Square Garden show on Friday.

[sms: Phoebes] Cecilia and The Flying Monkeys are opening.

[sms: Phoebes] Do you want to come?  

[vitalphenomena]

"Oh, okay," Gabriela laughs. It's lighthearted, sure, but there's a deeper angst to her (brief) statement - a deeper unhappiness with her own academic performance, back when that was something that she cared about.

Gabriela re-positions herself accordingly. She nods her head to the music - then orients herself to better hear Anya speak.

"Fuck!" she exclaims - perhaps dramatically. "Oh my god, I can't believe you watched those! I was so fucking -" Cringe isn't the right word, but it almost slips out. "-they're really pedantic." She'd only ever use a word like pedantic in Anya's presence. "I felt silly, so I stopped. I just post people pretty as you on Insta instead." Nudge-nudge, wink-wink ensues.

[any4s]

"Gabi, those were great.” Gabi could call them pedantic as much as she wanted, but Anya didn'tcare. She adored her TikToks and she knew that there were plenty of other girls out that did as well.

When her friend mentioned the various pretty people that she posted on her Instagram, Anya flushed a little. "Oh please. I don’t think that I’m that pretty,” she said modestly. “Not like Cecilia Gardner, anyway. She’s almost as tall as my dad. I’d kill for that kind of height.”

[jupiter3-moved-3-deactivated202]

"good eye."

"shoes are miu miu, though. i have no brand loyalty."

[any4s]

“Me neither.”

“I just buy whatever looks good and is on trend. Like these Chanel boots."

[tay-swifts]

HUNTER SCHAFER Mugler - Angel Elixir (March 02, 2023)