HEAR ME ROAR.

Mary Katherine Kitty Wilde. 22. SINGLE. Senior at NYU. Part-time radio dj/gossip queen. Better than you. LIKES: black coffee, caramel lattes, trashy magazines, six inch heels, selfies, VODKA. DISLIKES: slow walkers, loud chewers, mouth breathers, homophobes, idiots, wannabes, idk you probably. follow me on TWITTER/INSTAGRAM: @wildeupdates

[bigbangtheari]

Rekindling || Aritty

[bigbangtheari]

It’s funny cause whoever’s taking her order kinda sounds like Kitty, but can’t be. Except when Ari turns her head to look at her she sees it is indeed Kitty. Wilde. In an… ACup uniform. Little apron and everything. 

All right.

Ari knows she’s staring. Like, she can tell she’s totally mouth breathing right now and it’s awful but she can’t stop. Her hands feel around for the armrests on her chair. Tap. Taptaptap. The chair is there, so this is real life. It’s just that, just like on NYE, real life has decided to borrow heavily from her wet dreams. Okay then. Closing her mouth now.

“Y- yo, K-Dawg.” A beat. “I didn’t know you were ACupping professionally now.” She swallows. Rolls back just an inch or two. Looks Kitty up and down (oh good grief why did she do that!?). Clears her throat. Feels her entire face burn. “Apronlooksgoodonya.” Someone end her suffering. “Can I uh… get a hot chocolate? But like, cold.” 

Wow.

“So like. Chocolate milk? Please.” A defeated sigh. If her modeling swag and texting prowess had bought her some kind of points with Kitty in the past few months, she’s pretty sure she’s lost them all in the first five minutes back home. “Extra syrupy please.” Drown her sorrows in Hershey’s. Sounds legit.

[awildeworld-blog]

Christ on a cracker. 

This is... seriously not good. Not the awkward so much, she’s used to that. Things have been off between them since... well ever, probably, but more so since their little impromptu NYE makeout sesh. Since Ari went on her world tour modelling gig or whatever. 

No, what’s not good is how her stupid traitor body reacts to Ari and her totally weird spazz out. Becuase her heart sort of thumps a bit in her chest and she feels warm in a way she’s not used to and she thinks -- no she feels herself almost... swooning? Which is ridiculous, but she guesses in some weird twisted way she thinks Ari’s kind of cute? 

Ridiculous, right? Because she is so not a nerd chaser! She is a hot independent woman. She bagged a Puckerman for goodness sake! And yet... here she is -- cringing internally because Ari is making a total idiot of herself and she thinks it’s cute. 

“Chocolate milk,” she deadpans. Sweet Baby Jesus -- she’s attracted to a child, apparently. It’s all just sad. “Anything else I can get you? Maybe a PB&J?” She’s sure she comes off as a bitch -- she’s kind of just accepted it at this point -- but she thinks (hopes?) Ari knows she doesn’t really mean it. Probably. 

[bigbangtheari]

Rekindling || Aritty

Being back in NYC after a few months is like… Twilight Zone levels of weird. It feels like home, but a weird sort of home. The smells are off. The temperature, the thickness of the air, even. It’s all just… weird. And like, she loves New York. It’s home. She loved spending a few months jet-setting around as Sabrina’s model pal, too, don’t get her wrong (she has enough material about the 1% to edit, like, fifty documentaries), but she’s glad to be back. Even if it’s all a bit weird.

Acup is exactly where she last left it, though, and so is April, which is good. She fusses over her and points to a framed picture from the PYTKO fall/winter line on the wall next to Rachel’s playbill, and Ari kinda wants to be swallowed whole by the ground itself, but whatever. I mean it could be worse. It could be from the spring/summer line. There were bath things in that one. Skin, even. It was…

She prefers not to think about it.

Just like she prefers not to think about the reason Acup was the very first place she visited after Sabrina’s swanky ride dropped her off at her place. Maybe it has something to do with knowing Kitty may show up at some point. Maybe. Not that she thinks anything will happen, because there was no acknowledgement of the doll thing, and the NYE kiss was a drunken thing that was also never acknowledged, and all their texts these past few months have been like, strictly friendly, so.

But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to see Kitty.

Soon, hopefully.

But I mean, nbd.

[awildeworld-blog]

It’s been a whirlwind of a year since graduation and heading out into the real world. Not that she’s really naive enough to think she’s quite hit the real world as yet, but still. Between developing her own youtube news channel with a group of like-minded women, and pointless articles for buzzfeed to keep food on her table, and the newest development of her current employment situation at Acup it’s been.... well, unexpected is maybe the right word. All that paired with her nonexistent sex life and confusing text-lationship with her NYE kiss, is enough to give anyone pause, she thinks.

But NYC never stops, and so neither will she. 

Until she sees her. All awkward as ever chilling out in her stupid wheelchair with that annoyingly cute stupid look on her face and her heart sort of freezes in her chest (because contrary to popular belief, her heart isn’t actually made of ice).

Did she know wheels was going to be back in town?

She mentally runs over their last few text exchanges, but nothing really comes to mind. Of course, she’s not been super attentive maybe. She’s a busy, independent woman. She doesn’t have time to check in on her friends and their every movement!

She’s also way too chicken shit to ask, apparently. So there’s that too. 

But now she’s sort of faced with a conundrum. Because she’s in her uniform. And Ari is there. And she knows what April would tell her to do. And so she tugs at her apron and makes her way towards Ari’s table, only the slightest nervous warble in her voice as she pulls out her little order pad, “Can I get you a refill?”

[awildeworld-blog]

[ It wasn’t like, the first thing Ari did with her modeling money or anything, but after tucking a few months’ worth of rent money away and making a serious dent in her merch bucket list, she realized there was one other person she really wanted to get a nice Christmas present for. And as luck would have it, she happened to know what Kitty Wilde would like, thanks to a serious case of the drunken babbles that happened after a party some time in November.

So Ari put her years of rare merch-finding skills to use and went to work on getting her hands on the doll Mr. and Mrs. Wilde never bought. And it took several weeks and some serious talks with some people who seriously needed to take a chill pill or twenty where dolls are involved, but she did it. Of course, when Christmas came she totally chickened out, but the important thing was, she found the doll and bought it. So what if it stayed in her closet? The intention is what counts, or whatever.

But now it’s Kitty’s birthday, and New Years’ Eve happened, and even if Ari still has no clue what’s going on, she thinks… well, that something is going on. So on January second, there’s a delivery for Kitty, and under the wrapping paper there’s a perfectly packaged doll, with her book, and a note with a line from that same book:]

She is a bright light in the dark days.

Happy 22nd.

Kitty acts tough. Like super human heart of steal from some lame comic book kind of tough, but anyone who actually knows her is probably aware, for the most part, that underneath the whole ice princess facade lies an actual heart. Not that she’d ever admit it. Or that she’s particularly ashamed of who she is. She likes her sense of humor, likes her snark, and her sharp edges. She just doesn’t always like how isolating that is. 

Like when nobody outside of your family (or your roomie) wishes you a happy birthday. Or remembers your birth. Or is actually happy at all you were born. 

Which is why she’s surprised when she receives a package. When she sees the name on the package, however, she realizes she really shouldn’t have been. 

She takes it back to her room, thankful to actually have it to herself for once, and makes quick work of unwrapping it. But when she sees what’s beneath the wrapping paper...

Her heart clenches. She doesn’t know what she’s feeling, she just knows she feels it a lot. It’s dumb, really. Some stupid childhood memory hardly ever thinks about. 

But Ari does. Ari always thinks the best of her. 

[awildeworld-blog]

F2F [ARITTY]

A: [ Ari can't move. Not a muscle. Kitty's hand is on her lips and she's looking at her a bit like she's lunch (dinner?) and Ari is like, totally okay with that. She'll be lunch. Whatever. Sure. She just has to focus on not doing anything stupid, like kissing Kitty's hand. But she doesn't have much time to focus on that before the hand is gone and Kitty's lips are right there.

On hers.

Like, kissing her.

So Ari still can't move. For like, three seconds that kinda feel like three hours. She just stays there frozen in shock because out of all the people she thought she may kiss tonight (read: nobody), she's being kissed by the one she was sure she'd only ever kiss in her dreams. She kisses her a lot in her dreams, actually. A lot. She doesn't freeze in her dreams. Which reminds her that this is actual real life, and Kitty is actually real-life kissing her. It's a New Year's Eve miracle.

There comes a moment where she sort of believes it's happening, and decides whatever has gotten into Kitty is probably not permanent. Like, maybe she's so drunk she can't remember who Ari actually is, or she's hit her head and has momentarily decided she's into geeks. Ari doesn't know. But she does know whatever is happening is never gonna happen again, probably, so she should make the most of it.

So she finally kisses her back. It's soft and a little hesitant, because how do you even kiss the girl you like without reminding her that you're the opposite of attractive? The struggle is real. And Ari's hand moves so her fingers can slide into soft (so soft) blond hair while she prays that Kitty is drunk enough to not really notice the way Ari's chest heaves with a dumb (so dumb) happy sigh. ]

K: [ There's a long moment -- a really painfully long moment -- where nothing happens. Like she's kissing Ari. And doing some of her best work if she does say so. And is just sort of sitting there. Completely still. In fact Kitty might think she's passed out again except that even in her state she's not that naive.

And then she's second guessing herself. It had all seemed like such a good idea when she was boozing up during the count down. But this is reality. And Ari still isn't kissing her back. And her heart is dropping into the pit of her stomach, because all these months she's been so busy trying to convinec herself that she can't possibly have feelings for her wheelie friend that it hasn't even occurred to her that maybe Ari isn't actually into her.

Is her ego really that big?

She has a plan. She's going to pull away. She'll laugh it off like the cosmic joke that it is, excuse herself, and then go back to her dorm where she's saved just enough vodka left to erase the memory of her own stupidity forever. And she's just about to enact this plan when Ari finally kisses her back.

She's breathing again. Time has returned to its regular forward moving progression. The Earth has continued orbiting the sun. Somewhere the clock has just struck midnight -- it's 2016 and Kitty's actually starting her year off doing something she won't regret.

With a sigh, Kitty parts her lips, her own fingers curl around the collar of Ari's old tee -- pulling her closer a sudden realization hits. One kiss was never going to be enough. ]

[awildeworld-blog]

jessistjames:

Tonight’s the night. While not the Oscars, the Globes can be your first award season test run. How well do you check your ballot? How many nominated works have you seen? Do you Christmastree and hope for the best? Hone your skill tonight and maybe, just maybe, you’ll have a plentiful season of office award show pools. 

But no peeking off my ballot. I’m a champ, and my expertise comes at a high, high cost. If you would, however, like to watch the Globes to simply bask in my presence, well… you most likely know where we live. Cocktail attire only. No messy buns, sweats or UGGs permitted on a red carpet (viewing party). 

You had me at Globes St. James, but I’m all about any excuse to dress up tbh. Besides, if I’m going to be compiling a hot or not list for tomorrow’s show I might as well be wearing a nice dress. 

[awildeworld-blog]

quinnandpaper:

And why don’t you bring another ring while you’re at it? We can renew our vows.

Oh Honey Suckle, I like the way you think. Watermelon -- to match your eyes. 

[thesensiblesmythe]

happy birthday, to me.

[thesensiblesmythe]

Do me a favor though, once you’ve picked out your blouse, instagram yourself wearing it and tag us in it.  

Marketing.

Au contraire; Brandy and I working together to make a pretty little thing like you unravel?  Super hot.

[awildeworld-blog]

I think I can swing that. I actually have a pretty substantial following too, btw. Toot Toot!

I guess that doesn’t sound totally repulsive. 

[dreaming-kate]

I’d rather not. Contrary to popular belief, I enjoy being sad sometimes. It just means there was a time happy enough in your life to make you feel sad or insulted. That is where growth comes from, after all. From breaking and rebuilding, not ‘thicker skin.’

…Sorry, I went teenager psychologist all of a sudden.

[awildeworld-blog]

Growing thicker skin doesn’t actually equal never being sad, it’s more about not letting every single criticism under your skin, but okay? If you want to go through your life letting other people’s opinions define you -- you do you. 

And I totally disagree Dr. Phil -- I can be thick skinned and still have personal growth. How you react/digest criticism doesn’t dictate your ability to grow as a person. 

[stillstevie-deactivated20171014]

tmw...

[stillstevie-deactivated20171014]

Maybe January makes us all gay, who knows? Sorry to invade your month though, boo. I mean…even though I think it was mine first.

Happy Birthday to you, too Kitty. I hope yours was lovely.

[awildeworld-blog]

I mean you’re def older, but January was totally the worst until I was born. Js.

It was. Everything I do is great. Hope yours was decent!

[snixandcandy-blog]

What the hell…? Kitty you and I are both pretty equal when it comes to giving people shit, right? We’re both ladies who love other ladies, and believe it or not, I was raised Catholic, so I do actually still believe in God, same as you. So, I have to ask….if I’m supposed to be preparing for what’s to come when the apocalypse rains down on my heathen soul, shouldn’t you be doing the same?

[awildeworld-blog]

You said by my people’s standards -- I was just trying to be helpful. You’re the one who thinks she’s going to hell, not me. 

[marleyinmanhattan-blog]

I’m not giving either of them power– I’m not taking sides at all. I honestly think it’s just a series of misunderstanding which caused them to fight. Both of them are my friends, and I think it’s a waste if they stopped being friends just like that.

I obviously know not every single person in the world can get along. But I really want those two friends to. It’s not much to wish for. And I know not everyone likes me. I’m not sure about you, but I do get anonymous calls at the station telling me that they hate my program.

And I know you’re trying to make me feel better so you don’t have to see me mope around the room, so thank you.

[awildeworld-blog]

Okay. Whatever. Look I’m not really interested in getting too involved in your drama, because frankly it’s pretty boring, but I’m just going to say that not choosing sides, is still totally choosing a side. And just because they’re both your friend doesn’t actually mean they have to be friends with each other. I mean, personally I can’t stand that majority of your friends and yet I still mostly tolerate you. 

[awildeworld-blog]

quinnandpaper:

Oh, Sweet Potato. Of course we can. Just let me know when and where to pucker-up.

How about tonight, in front of the stars? The Golden Globes are super hot. 

[thesensiblesmythe]

happy birthday, to me.

[thesensiblesmythe]

And High School Sabrina probably would’ve found a way to bankrupt your family.  

Come by PYTKO this weekend–pick yourself out a blouse.  On me.  HB, KW.

Why not?  Cuz you know you can’t handle us?  

[awildeworld-blog]

Shout out to the Big Man that high school Sab and Kitty never met then, huh?

Thanks, SS. That’s actually really nice of you. 

No, I just like to have the full attention of my lover. You two would probably just get distracted with each other. So not sexy. 

[awildeworld-blog]

snixandcandy:

Are you asking me to be your date for Valentine’s Day?

It depends on who you ask, KitKat. I think that by your people’s standards, yes, I’m on the fast track to a fiery eternity.

No, I’m asking you to join me in my misery if we both happen to be dateless losers on VDay. 

Oooh. We should totally resurrect the LBC so you can prepare yourself for what’s to come when the apocalypse rains down on your heathen soul. 

[awildeworld-blog]

marleyinmanhattan:

No, it isn’t. It’s just some people who make it hard for others.

I don’t understand why people can’t just all get along…

I think the first step in remedying the world, Marley, might be admitting that both parties in whatever vague thing you’re alluding to have equal power. Yes, some of are predisposed to knock those around us down a peg or five, or have a bit of a control kink but that doesn’t make the ‘victim’ of our energy powerless. We all have choices. And choosing not to give them your power is just as powerful as slicing and dicing a human with your words. You, Marley Rose, are proof of that. Most other roommates would have crumbled under the pressure of rooming with my awesomeness. 

Look, I know your inner puppy disney princess wants to believe we can have a world where everyone actually likes each other, but it’s never going to happen. On some level we all want to be right, want everyone else to change their perception of the world to what we think -- sure we’re not all crazy uni-bombers out to seek revenge against abortion clinics or whatever, but it’s still there. And because it’s still there, some people -- try as they might -- will just never get along. And you forcing them to is kind of just as crappy as the weird tension they have going on. Acceptance, Marls. Sometimes acceptance is being okay with the fact some bitches are just never going to like you. 

Wow. I can really feel the Jesus in me this morning. You’re welcome.

[letitberry]

Good news: I was stopped and asked for an autograph for the first time today. Not counting stage door, of course.

Bad news: They only realized who I was when they were done cooing at and petting Pupfasa.

No amount of Broadway fame can compete with a fluffy doodle’s charm, it seems. If I was a different kind of stepmother (the kind that’s not smitten with her step-pup, that is) I’d start looking for a magic mirror right about now.

[awildeworld-blog]

Frankly I’m appalled by the citizen of our great city. Cute dogs are a dime a dozen -- RBB on the other hand, one of a kind. 

[thesensiblesmythe]

happy birthday, to me.

[awildeworld-blog]

thesensiblesmythe:

Would you really have backed off though?  Or pushed a little more and then backed off?  Because my temper is pretty goddamned bad so, we might’ve ended up at blows even if I explained it.  But yes.  Anything regarding mothers is a very…sensitive topic for me, let’s leave it at that and move on.

It’s not a paycheck, it’s a birthday gift, but fair enough.  

Like I said, real heart in this tin chest -- but if you’d like to think that of me, I suppose that’s fair. I do like to push buttons. I enjoy making people squirm. But idk, I like to think I’ve matured enough to know when to pull back. High School Kitty on the other hand, she might have pulled her claws out for a brawl. 

Yeah, but it’s weird. A check. I mean if you happened to buy an a cute purse or a pair of shoes  you think might be my size with it I wouldn’t say no...

But this doesn’t mean I’m going to make a naked sandwich with you and Brandy.