le vie en rose

probably need time to grow. maybe not together though.

[gael-garcia]

[aristxcat]

what's your opinion on square dancing?

“A slow death would be more appealing not to mention poetic.” 

[aristxcat]

Working on any songs right now?

“Yeah, it’s called Mind Your Fucking Business: The concerto!” 

[aristxcat]

honesty hour

[aristxcat]

littlemermcid‌:

“ what happened to you ? ” she finally asks, blue eyes searching his for any sort of familiarity — downcast when she struggles to find any. she could continue to argue with him, defend herself and remind him that it was he who had come up to h e r…but what’s the point in that ? “ you think it’s all a laugh and you just…you don’t care at all. i know that. ” and she does. if berlioz ever had any respect for her or her feelings, she doesn’t believe he does anymore. he’s given her no reason to. “ you don’t have to keep reminding me by coming over and being a jerk every time you see me. i know you have better things to do. ”

“don’t know what you mean by that,” he said blankly, crossing his arms as he stared right back at her, making sure not to give anything more. “why should i care, huh?” maybe she did have a point but the curly haired boy couldn’t step beside himself to let her win, even though it wasn’t even a competition to begin with. “do i? he pays well, plus –– i get to look at pretty benson sisters so honestly, a pretty good gig. the only down fall is that i have you reminding me every few seconds when i fuck up. so what would you have i do? hm? not do my job? interesting.” 

[aristxcat]

@duchessb: @brliz :/// but i like the ones i have... especially this really cute one with cute brown curls and can play piano sO well! :)

@brliz: @duchessb .... stop. the child you're describing has expired. the production team sought out new models. currently not for sale.

[aristxcat]

@duchessb: currently reading 'how to make your teenage children your friend'... none of this information is helpful at all.

@brliz: @duchessb my best guess?? get new kids.

[aristxcat]

TEXT → ALL CONTACTS

FLYNN: what's in it for you...jfc. i'll give you the money back with interest.

BERLIOZ: nah need something more. i have money, that's easy for me.

[aristxcat]

TEXT → ALL CONTACTS

FLYNN: you're a real dick.

FLYNN: where's your brother? i'm sure he'll help me out

BERLIOZ: yeah, kinda ruins in the family

BERLIOZ: don't know, too bad i'm all you've got. what's in it for me.

[aristxcat]

TEXT → ALL CONTACTS

FLYNN: i'm actually 100% sober.

FLYNN: got the shit kicked out of me for trying to steal.

FLYNN: said i have to pay them back before they'll let me go...you gonna help or not?

BERLIOZ: hmm.. well if you put it that way then...

BERLIOZ: nah.

BERLIOZ: the cards aren't in your favor

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littlemermcid‌:

“ i’m not being a b r a t. i just don’t want to be your little messenger and if you want to pin this on me, fine. but why can’t you stop inserting yourself into my life and i don’t know…get yourself some gigs other than the ones at my house ? ” really, she could always just tell her dad what berlioz had done to her and maybe that’d get him out of her hair, but the very last thing she wants is to give her father another reason to be more protective of her than he already is.

“you’re being a brat,” he soothed, a smirk falling on his perfect lips. “inserting myself? how could that possibly be when i’m already in it? hey -– i play where i’m needed if you don’t like it, take it up with your father but since you won’t, then you can just mind your business.” maybe it was too harsh but he didn’t care too much. 

[aristxcat]

TEXT → ALL CONTACTS

FLYNN: can you come pick me up?

FLYNN: i managed to get myself into a bit of a situation

FLYNN: also...do you have like...300 dollars on you?

BERLIOZ: lol no.

BERLIOZ: ofc i have the money, you're just an old drunk who shouldn't be bothering me

[aristxcat]

littlemermcid‌:

“ what ? ” one arm crossed swiftly over the other above the redhead’s chest, ocean eyes flashing with annoyance. the very last thing she owed berlioz bonfamille was any favors. “ no. no deal. it’s y o u r gig, you tell him yourself. ” if she we’re lucky, her father wouldn’t be happy about it and stop asking him to come play at his parties altogether. despite that, she surely didn’t want to be the one to deliver the news.

“fine, if you want to be a brat about it,” he scoffed with an amusing smile forced onto his lips. “well i’ll just hold off a little bit then tell him tomorrow that i entrusted his little sweetheart with the information... so he can blame you instead. how does that sound?” smirking as he finished, “it’s up to you, red.” 

[disneycollective]

[aristxcat]

text to the wife?

andrina: ur flirting game really has plunged

andrina: https://i.imgflip.com/1aguu4.jpg

andrina: this should be like looking in a mirror, right?

toulouse: what are you talkin bout?

toulouse: no smooth art fiend will ever paint you as hard as i do in my dreams ;)

toulouse: is this u.

toulouse: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5c/c0/ec/5cc0ec04ccb9114387f22c2518b46417.jpg

[aristxcat]

text to the wife?

andrina: italian please

andrina: extra bread sticks or you're out

*8.35 pm berlioz goes to hijack tou's phone*

toulouse: also

toulouse: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3d/02/e0/3d02e0da6503c7189fee1dae2e0146e3.jpg

toulouse: this reminds me of you

[aristxcat]

cmalleys‌:

with all the grace of a startled cat, o’malley stops a few steps from the music room. he wasn’t expecting to be heard over the beautiful music coming from berlioz’s deft hands and yet — here they were. o’malley’s affections for duchess were no secret and his awkwardness with her children was less so. “thanks for the heads up.” after a pause where he considers leaving, he walks to the doorway, leaning against it as casual as he can with how awkward he feels. “that was a nice tune there, kid. did you write it yourself?”

berlioz came very familiar with the philosophy that when father figures come as easy as they leave, you begin to notice and the man in front of him was no exception. the only down side is that berlioz had to exercise his distain knowing he’d be great for the mother he didn’t get along with but deep down he knew how easily the man would run. “whatever,” he scoffed, closing the sheet music, his eyes glaring at his. “of course i did, what kind of stupid question is that? and also, why ask? it’s not like you suddenly started to give a shit.”