lowlife.

baby you're the highlight of my lowlife. Take a shitty day and make it alright. Oh, in ever circumstance, yeah you make the difference. Baby you're the highlight of my lowlife, lowlife. Ariel Franzese | 28 | Journalist

[arielfranzese]

[arielfranzese]

masonphillips‌:

Mason could tell Ariel was tipsy but he didn’t ask how she got home, a little afraid to hear the answer. He was just glad she made it home. He cared about Ariel, and he hoped she knew that. He sighed deeply, a dark smile on his face. “Just the usual in the field of being a paramedic…” A dark look passed over his face but he tried not to let it show. “It wasn’t all shitty. But I’m hungry and I need a few shots.” He chuckled. He was glad to hear that she had a good day, was seriously impressed with what she did for a living. “You up for another one? I’ve got some Jack Daniels in my apartment. Wine if you’d prefer. You wanna just chill?”

Ariel knew that Mason would probably be disappointed if he knew that she’d driven herself home, so she wasn’t going to bring that up. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, she supposed. “I couldn’t do your job. I couldn’t handle dealing with ill people, y’know?” She shook her head. Truthfully, she couldn’t imagine herself doing anything other than what she did now. Writing, working a few nights as a bartender, it was all fun and games and she got to live it every day. Mason’s job just seemed so negative and she couldn’t handle it. “I’m always up for more drinks, I could handle some Jack Daniels. That sounds like a good plan - you gonna help me upstairs?”

[arielfranzese]

immcterial‌:

for all his frailty, winnie isn’t accustomed to being taller than someone so he chalks it up as a sheer demonstration of skill and talent that they’ve both remained upright in post. he nearly laughs and shares as much with his neighbor but then she’s mentioning drinks and his attention is redirected. “you’re coming in from what i’m going out to do,” he muses, leaning against the handrail. “either you started early or i’m starting late – considering i’ve not even pre-gamed, i think you’re winning.” he can’t imagine they have drastically different levels of alcohol tolerance, considering, so he lets out an impressed little whistle. “you’re braver than myself. i’ll probably get one vodka drink in me and need to call it quits to avoid a hangover.”

Her brows rose when he spoke of drinking as well. Ariel always loved a good drink but had yet to find a good drinking buddy. Most people she’d met, she could drink them under the table, and it was all a bit disappointing. Considering she was five-foot-two and small in size, she was surprised that so many couldn’t keep up with her when it came to consuming liquor. “Oh, I always start early,” She grinned. “I get to interview musicians for a living and most of them like to drink - which means I get to drink, whether it be morning or afternoon, early evening, whenever.” It was one of her favorite parts of the job, getting to sit around and chill with different musicians. She got paid to talk and she could do that all damn day. “God, I love vodka. I think my body has just grown used to this by now, I haven’t had a bad hangover in years.”

[arielfranzese]

alcxaja‌:

aja couldn’t lie but she was almost relieved when the woman agreed to lend her a hand. she didn’t know everyone in the apartment building, despite having lived there for 2 years, but was sure that not all of them would give her such mercy. maybe even ridicule her a little for even asking such a favour. but then again, perhaps she was being too harsh on the unidentified occupants that she hadn’t yet met. ❝ 3a, yep. ❞ she confirmed verbally, paired with a singular nod of her head. she leaned over the mail cart a little in an attempt to point out to the woman which box was hers when she couldn’t reach it herself. ❝ it’s that one, on the end there. see? ❞

Ariel had yet to become acquainted with many folks in the apartment building. Having only been here for two weeks, she was still getting used to the building itself - but she figured it never hurt to make a few friends here and there, and being nice to others was the start of that. “I gotcha,” She said with a nod, going to the box and unlocking it before taking out the mail. “There.” She confirmed, shutting the box and locking it. Once she was finished, she walked back over to the woman and held out her key and the mail. “Here ya go!”

[arielfranzese]

masonphillips‌:

It was safe to say that Mason was exhausted after his shift and running on very little sleep or food to fuel his body, he made his way groggily into the apartment building, ready to pour a shot of tequila and grab some sleep in case he was called into work. His head still in work, he wasn’t really paying attention to where he was going, just walking by instinct to his apartment when he collided with a woman, her hair brushing against him. They pulled away and his face turned into a slight grin when he recognized Ariel. “Yeah, no harm done. You’re fine - no worries. It’s been a shit day on my part; I wasn’t looking where I was going. How was your day?”

Ariel loved her job. She loved that she got to drink with bands, talk to them, and get paid to bullshit for a couple of hours. It was nice. But it usually ended up with her in this state; she was tipsy, and she’d drove home that way, which she knew was dangerous, but she wasn’t going to leave her motorcycle behind anywhere. She’d made it home safe, though, and had a good time, so she couldn’t complain. “What happened that made it so shitty?” She reached up, brushing some hair back from her face and pulling her backpack up onto her shoulder. “It was good! I’ve had a good day - got to interview some kids in a punk band, they bought a couple rounds of drinks for us all, it was great.”

[arielfranzese]

immcterial‌:

as one of his designated nights off, winnie is heading out as his neighbor is coming in. he’s taken the stairs namely because he prefers them but also as a touch of precursory exercise to counteract the empty calories he knows he’ll be tempted into consuming. he’s so focused on his evening plans that, despite his dancer’s reflexes and balance, he doesn’t have enough room to side step to avoid the collision. it isn’t damaging, really – he may be slight but he is an athlete of a sort – and he’s more confused than anything. “i – no, yeah! no, i’m fine!” he chirps out in automatic reply, shaking his head dismissively. “i’m just glad i didn’t completely wipe out. despite my extensive ballet training, i’ve been known to topple quite easily.” 

A part of Ariel knew that she should have just taken the elevator, but she always took the stairs and didn’t want to get in the elevator and end up throwing up because of the upward motion. But this obviously wasn’t working well either; she hadn’t meant to run into someone else, but now she was leaning back against the wall behind her to keep herself standing after the collision. She’d always been a bit of a sloppy drunk and, while she wasn’t completely plastered, she was feeling pretty good even if she was a bit clumsy. “I’m pretty easy to take out, too,” Ariel was small, barely over five feet tall, and wasn’t the greatest at walking after she’d had a few drinks. “Sorry - I’ve had a few drinks. I’m gonna go up to my apartment and have a few more, I think.”

[arielfranzese]

cmerys‌:

     ever hyperaware of his surroundings, emery does try to move out of the way of the woman walking tipsily toward the apartment building’s stairs only to be knocked into anyway, glasses falling askew. it happens a lot that people run into him, partly he supposes because of his slight frame, but mostly because it’s so habitual for him to shrink out of the way of other people, as if some part of him is convinced he’d be better off disappearing altogether. “it’s no problem!” he assures her hastily, feeling the color on his cheeks and detesting how easily he blushes over nothing. “it wasn’t your fault.” a ridiculous thing to say–it clearly wasn’t his fault–but he hates the idea of someone thinking he blames them for something. “i’m fine, no worries. are you okay? do you need help getting somewhere?”

Ariel had always been a bit of a messy drunk, which was unfortunate. As her mother often said, she was too pretty to be so sloppy, falling all over the place and embarrassing herself, but that had never stopped her in the past and certainly hadn’t stopped her from having a few drinks this evening. She hadn’t meant to bring someone else into her mess, though, and immediately felt bad for bumping into the other. “I’m so sorry,” She leaned back against the wall behind her to steady herself, a little smile on her lips now. “It totally, totally was my fault.” Ari reached up, brushing some hair back from her face as she looked the other over in an attempt to find any injury she may have caused. “I’ll be fine, I’m just - going upstairs to my apartment, but that isn’t going as planned, obviously.”

[arielfranzese]

Ariel had just gotten in from an interview. She’d gotten to talk to the singer of some punk band, not necessarily a genre she was into, but it was part of her work to interview these kids who were just arriving on the scene. Besides, she’d gotten two free drinks out of it so she couldn’t complain. After arriving back to the apartment building, she’d parked her bike and pulled her helmet off, running her fingers through her hair to try and fix it a little bit - helmet hair wasn’t flattering, after all. Once she was somewhat happy with her appearance, Ariel grabbed her backpack from the back of the motorcycle and slung it over her shoulder before heading into the building. She wasn’t paying much attention, simply due to being a bit tipsy and spaced out, and accidentally bumped into someone on her way to the stairs. “Shit - sorry, that was my bad. Are you alright?”

[arielfranzese]

theotale‌:

it was a little ironic, as alanis morissette would put it, that he worked as a mechanic but hardly ever drove a car. it was new york city and business was booming because ubers and cabs broke down all the time, but there was no point in him actually getting one. but walking home late at night in nothing but a grease stained wife beater, he wished he had one. sometimes he wished he could drive off into the night– especially on shitty days as the one had had. he finally reached the apartment complex and rushed to the person that was ahead of him. they already had the door open and he didn’t want to go through the pain of searching for his keys. “hey, hold the door,” he called out as he jogged towards them. 

Ariel had just gotten in from a meeting with her bosses and fellow writers. Why they insisted on meeting in the evenings rather than the afternoons, she’d never understand, but she supposed it wasn’t her business. As long as she was getting paid, and getting free drinks, she didn’t care. So she’d cut the ignition on her bike, took off her helmet and tucked it under her arm, and went to the door to head inside. When she heard someone call out behind her, Ari turned and looked at them, a smile on her lips. “I gotcha,” She stepped aside, holding the door open for the man. “No worries. I hate when I have to dig my shit out when someone didn’t hold the door for, like, five seconds.”

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alcxaja‌:

❝ sorry excuse me, could i- ❞ one of the things that aja disliked about living in the apartments was getting the mail when the mailman came. and yet somehow she always timed it so that he was there whenever she did. he always put his cart right in front of the boxes so that she couldn’t access her apartments mailbox, and refused to move whenever she asked. spotting someone else getting their own mail, closer to the boxes than she could possibly get at that current moment, she thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask if they could give her a hand. ❝ hey, excuse me. if i give you the key to my box, could you get my mail for me? it’s apartment 3a. ❞ she asked politely, holding out her key with a small smile.

Ariel had just gotten done with some light shopping and had arrived back to the apartment building. She’d picked out some summer clothes, mostly, as well as some new shoes - unnecessary things, really, but what did it matter? With her bag in hand, she’d gone to her box to check the mail - which just so happened to contain her paycheck. God fucking bless, because she needed to fill up her bike and was running low on funds. When she heard someone speak to her, Ari turned to face them with a slight smile of her own. “Oh - sure, I don’t see why not.” Her hands were full, though, so she set her shopping bags down on the ground and took the key. “3a you said, right?”

[arielfranzese]

( lady gaga. 28. cisfemale. she/her. ) ❛ ariel franzese, a scorpio from summerlin, nevada, moved into holloway two weeks ago. they are a journalist that lives in apartment 2b and their neighbors don’t particularly mind them. some say they can be -naive and -uptight but others say they’re +outgoing and +helpful. anyways, one thing is for sure: you hear 6 inch by beyonce, it’s ari blasting it.

hello, hello, hello! i’m v and i’m super excited to be here. this is my babe ariel, and i’ve only started playing her recently. i’m open for all of your plots and connections, so feel free to hmu!

ariel sofia franzese is 28 years old. she was born and raised in summerlin, nevada and comes from a large family.

she comes from an italian background. her grandparents came over from italy in the 1940s.

she’s the youngest out of all her siblings and has always been the baby. she’s been spoiled rotten, especially by her father, and can be a brat from time to time.

after high school she decided she wanted to be a writer. her main source of income is from journalism, but she works as a bartender a few weekends each month when they need her.

she works for a music magazine and often interviews famous musicians. it’s her favorite thing to do, considering she’s a huge music fan.

ariel is a biker. she owns a harley, as well as a mustang shelby gt350. she rides her bike often and only uses the mustang when she goes shopping.

she’s pansexual and feels a pretty equal amount of attraction toward men and women. she’s been with more women than men, though, and doesn’t really like commitment.

[ms-mandy-m]

Lady Gaga in a AG top and Chanel skirt photographed by Inez & Vinoodh for Harper’s Bazaar US, December 2016/ January 2017.

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[ecrthling]

earthlingwrites’ character aesthetics - the biker girl

if you can still hear your fears, shift a gear.

[arielfranzese]

libidosuggestion‌:

push your thigh up between my legs when you make out with me

[aph-juan]

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