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TREVANTE RHODES | Mea Culpa Press Tour (2024)

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MAUDE APATOW Late Night with Seth Meyers (25/02/2022)

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closed starter for GABRIELLA ( @bcnztruck ) 🐠🐟🐡

*˖ ⊹ ────────  kas  really  didn't  anticipate  that  he  would  actually  like  the  aquarium.  under  the  impression  that  it  was  all  fish,  and  fish  all  generally looked  like  fish  so  there  was  no  way  any  of  them  could  be  interesting,  he  dragged  his  feet  every  time  gabriella  asked  him  to  train  all  the  way  out  to  coney  island  for  it  ( ──it  was,  he  was assuming  from  all  the  pictures  she  posed  for  in  front  of  the  different  tanks  and  asked  him  to  take,  a  photo  opportunity  more  than  anything.  )  imagine his shock to  find  out  that  there  were  definitely,  very  surely,  more  than  just  ordinary  fish. what do you mean, they just have whole ass sharks in here ?

he's  almost methodically moving tank  by  tank, wandering with curiousity but very little direction, and, continuously failing to keep up alongside the woman he originally came all the way here for. ducking  his  head  to  peek  into  a  small  tank tucked into the wall,  he  assumes  it's  empty,  until  a  little  creature  darts  from  one  clump  of  seaweed  to  another.

"  hey,  hey,  hey  hey,  "  he  reaches  out  to  lightly  tap and then shake  gabriella's  arm,  not  breaking  his  gaze  from  inside  the  tank  just  in  case  the  thing  shows  itself  again.  "  look  at  that  fucking  thing  !──  "  when  he  turns  to  look  at  her,  he  locks  eyes  with  the  mother  and  her  very  young  child  behind  her;  he  offers  her  an  apologetic  and  guilty  smile  before  lowering  his  voice  to  a  loud  whisper  (  as  if  that  would  help  )  " ──what  the  hell  is  that  ?!  " 

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౨ৎ    ‎‎‎‎‎‎˒ weaving   through   congregations   of   other   aquarium-goers,   gabriella   swipes,   pinches   and   taps   at   her   phone   screen,   brow   furrowed   in   concentration   as   she   works   on   curating   a   photo   collage   for   her   instagram   story;   pictures   that   kas   had   taken   of   her   in   front   of   a   flurry   of   different   fish   tanks   perfectly   positioned   alongside   one   another   on   the   screen   ( and   perhaps   a   sly   `soft-launchˊ   that   had   been   snuck   in   there,   too ).   she   had   become   so   engulfed   in   creating   her   masterpiece,   in   fact,   that   she   had   barely   taken   notice   of   the   tanks   that   she   had   wandered   past,   or   who   she   had   been   wandering   off   from;   despite   having   pleaded   with   kas   for   him   to   come   with   her   because   it   would   be   `cute.ˊ   with   that   being   said,   though,   any   `dateˊ   with   kas   that   wasn’t   just   him   showing   up   at   her   apartment   for   a   night   of   intimacy   was   a   win   in   gabriella's   eyes ──   okay,   perhaps   she   was   still   trying   to   convince   hope   that   things   were   slowly   ( more   like   at   a   sad,   squashed   snail's   pace )   blossoming   into   something   more   serious,   but   maybe,   just   maybe   .   .   .   ?   nevertheless,   with   a   triumphant   `hmphˊ   escaping   her,   gabriella   taps   to   post   her   collage;   just   in   time   to   be   snapped   out   of   her   social   media   trance   with   kas   shaking   at   her   arm,   urging   her   to   come   and   look   at   something   he   had   spotted   inside   of   a   small   tank.   based   on   his   animated   reaction   to   whatever   was   in   there,   gabriella   was   expecting   to   see   something   exotic,   never-seen-before,   perhaps   even   exclusive   to   this   aquarium   alone.   what   she   didn't   quite   bet   on,   however;   was   what   she   was,   in   fact,   met   with   when   turning   towards   the   tank   that   kas   had   glued   himself   to.   ❝   it's   .   .   .   a   seahorse,   babe.   ❞   she   replies   after   a   moment   of   stunned   silence,   features   somewhat   forcing   themselves   to   express   something   along   the   lines   of   excitement   ( that,   combined   with   something   of   an   apologetic   smile   of   her   own   in   the   direction   of   the   less   than   impressed   mother   and   child   duo   next   to   them ).   ❝   look,   there's   more   of   them   over   there.   ❞   she   leans   a   little   closer   towards   the   tank,   pressing   a   finger   against   the   glass   to   point   out   another   one   of   the   peculiar   creatures   entangled   in   a   strand   of   seaweed.

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TARON EGERTON Actors on Actors | Variety (June 17, 2023)

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౨ৎ    ‎‎‎‎‎‎˒ a   loud,   obnoxious   vibrating   noise   echoed   throughout   isaac's   office,   the   urgency   of   the   reminder   of   a   2pm   appointment   that   pinged   on-screen   causing   his   mobile   phone   to   drift   across   the   desk;   and   folders   and   loose   piles   of   paperwork   were   stacked   sky-high   upon   any   surface   space   that   was   available.   one   might   presume   that   this   was   the   workspace   of   a   diligent,   conscientious   lawyer,   a   pinnacle   in   the   world   of   criminal   defense.   well,   this   perhaps   would   have   been   the   case   had   it   not   been   that   the   2pm   appointment   in   question   had   been   cancelled   approximately   ten   minutes   ago,   and   not   a   single   sheet   of   paper   had   been   moved   from   its   place   on   the   pile.   instead,   isaac   was   leaning   back   in   his   chair,   feet   perched   on   the   desk;   the   top   button   of   his   shirt   was   undone,   and   his   tie   had   been   utilised   as   a   makeshift   eye-mask.   one   too   many   cheap   casino   drinks   had   perhaps   taken   their   toll,   and   having   stumbled   into   the   firm   after   only   an   hour   or   so   of   sleep   ( and   narrowly   avoiding   a   dui   on   the   drive   there ),   isaac   had   decided   that   some   well-needed   self-care   was   in   order   ──   `self-care`   in   this   instance   of   course   meant   cancelling   last   minute   on   a   manslaughter   suspect   rotting   in   a   cell   in   metropolitan   detention   center.   eh,   there   wasn't   much   that   isaac   could   have   said   that   would   have   made   the   poor   guy   any   less   fucked,   anyway.   swings   and   roundabouts.   nursing   a   hangover   required   at   least   ninety   minutes   of   uninterrupted   sleep,   and   that   was   exactly   what   isaac   had   planned   on   doing;   having   almost   drifted   off   into   a   peaceful   slumber.   well,   that   was   until   the   all   too   familiar   sound   of   heels   clicking   across   the   hardwood   floor   could   be   heard   from   outside   of   his   office;   door   swinging   open   seconds   later.   isaac,   however;   remains   in   his   lounged   position,   raising   an   arm   to   wave   his   hand   in   a   shushing   motion   towards   his   uninvited   visitor.   ❝   look──   ❞   he   begins,   pulling   his   tie   up   from   his   eyes,   now   sporting   a   2pac-esq   bandana   look;   squinting   somewhat   at   the   sunlight   shining   through   the   window.   ❝   i've   got   a   hangover,   okay ?   so   if   you   could   maybe   just   put   whatever   this   is   in   an   email,   that   would   be   great.   ❞   there   was   something   of   a   condescending   tone   to   his   voice,   and   with   that,   isaac   closes   his   eyes;   waving   his   hand   again,   this   time   in   a   more   dismissive   manner.

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｡*˚:✧｡ she was usually good at knowing who was who at these parties, which was important in her line of work. she liked to make herself known, do her rounds, and get her face out there. you never knew who might be in the room, and it made all the difference in landing coveted roles, from walking in shows to becoming the ambassador for a designer's next big campaign. tonight wasn't one of those nights though, it wasn't a night for networking, but she had never expected it to be a night of hearing about the loss of a beloved spider.

"oh my god! that's totally not a cute name, unless it's like a family name, then it still isn't cute but so thoughtful. you're being so brave about it."

"you should have probably had a leash for him. i don't take hugo or jules anywhere without one; they're not spiders, they're normal. But i'd look like such an irresponsible mom. that's just not slay, you know? not that you're an irresponsible spider dad; you seem to be slaying. (@bcnztruck)

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౨ৎ    ‎‎‎‎‎‎˒ joshua's   obscure   ramblings   knew   no   bounds   at   the   best   of   times,   however;   adding   a   drop   of   alcohol   to   the   mix   was   a   dangerous   cocktail,   and   it   had   only   been   a   matter   of   time   before   a   new   hand   touched   the   beacon   ──   ‘the   beacon’   being   the   enthralling   tale   of   the   adventures   ( well,   perhaps   not   quite   plural )   of   tarbert   the   tarantula.   kas   had   wandered   off   some   time   ago,   presumably   to   woo   his   way   into   another   woman's   contact   list   among   other   things,   leaving   joshua   to   fend   for   himself   with   the   parting   advice   of   `don't   be   weird.ˊ   the   thing   about   advice,   though,   was   that   it   was   just   that   ──   a   suggestion,   or   recommendation,   if   you   will;   so   with   his   co-pilot   having   seemingly   vanished   off   the   face   of   the   earth,   joshua   had   decided   to   do   some   mingling   of   his   own.   the   initial   build-up   of   conversation   with   the   stranger   was   something   of   a   haze,   however;   what   was   most   important   was   that   she   was   seemingly   captivated   by   a   joshua   classic.   check-mate,   kas.   ❝   it's   actually   the   name   of   a   small   village   in   the   west   of   scotland.   i   read   about   it   in   a   book   about   lochs   when   i   was   a   kid──   y'know,   the   lochness   monster ?   not   in   that   loch   specifically,   because   obviously   the   lochness   monster   is   in   loch   ness,   hence   the   name.   it   just   happened   to   be   a   book   about   loads   of   different   lochs──   ❞   joshua   blabs,   nibbling   on   a   somewhat   questionable-tasting   tapa   that   had   been   offered.   ❝   which   .   .   .   i   suppose   makes   the   name   even   more   lame   now   that   i   think   about   it,   but   y'know,   inspiration   can   come   from   the   craziest   of   places──   like,   did   you   know   that   stan   lee   came   up   with   the   idea   for   spider-man   just   from   seeing   a   bug   on   the   wall ?!   insane,   right ?   ❞   he   chews   thoughtfully   on   the   olive,   cheese,   whatever   it   was,   humming   along   with   a   nod   as   ana   shares   her   thoughts   on   how   tarbert's   presumed   demise   could   have   been   prevented.   ❝   hey,   maybe   you're   right.   why   didn't   i   think   of   that ?   ❞   he   chirps,   gulping   down   the   tapa,   wiping   his   hand   on   his   jeans;   having   fulfilled   its   role   as   a   makeshift   plate.   ❝   i   wonder   if   spider   leashes   are   a   thing ?   like,   imagine   how   small   it   would   be.   how   big   are   your   .   .   .   dogs ?   right ?   then   again,   some   dogs   are   suuuper   small,   y'know,   like   chihuahuas.   their   little   legs   are   so   funny,   they're   like──   ❞   he   trails   off,   wiggling   two   of   his   fingers   to   mimic   the   tiny   dog   in   question   walking.   ❝   i   don't   have   any   pets   now,   though.   i   could   maybe   get   another   spider   one   day,   but──   ❞   he   exhales   a   content   sigh.   ❝   i'm   kinda   just   slaying   petless   as   per   uzsh.   ❞

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*˖ ⊹ ────────  "  it's  so  not.  "  she  answers,  "  it's  a  medical  drama  that's  been  going  on  for  twenty  one  seasons.  there  are  only  so  many  mass  shooting  events  that  you  can  do  in  a  television  show  before  it's  distasteful.  "  esther  babbles,  the  rhetorics  of  his  questions  going  right  over  her  head──  or  she  chooses  not  to  see  it.  either  way,  the  brunette  pulls  herself  to  sit  up  on  asher's  empty  counters,  fingers  curling  around  the  edge  and  her  legs  swinging  restlessly.

she  doesn't  believe  him,  but  she  doesn't  move  to  argue.  what's  she  going  to  do  ?  drag  asher  out  to  the  museum  to  view  his  mummified  twins  ?  well,  actually,  it's  a  real  possibility,  and  the  idea  crosses  her  mind  ever  so  briefly.  eyes  narrowed,  she  quirks  her  lips  to  the  side  thoughtfully.

no,  today's  already  been  hard  enough.  really,  she  jut  wants  to  rot.  that's  why  she's  here,  and  not  at  the  bar,  taking  a  shot  before  her  shift  later  so  she  can  smile  and  bat  her  eyelashes  into  enough  tips  to  afford  rent.

"  shame.  "  she  drawls,  studying  her  nails  briefly  and  then  turning  her  attention  back  towards  asher.  "  i've  heard  that  meeting  people  like  you  helps  with  self-esteem,  or  whatever.  you  could  like,  connect  with  your  dead  brethren.  "

she's  sympathetic  at  the  latter  explanation.  a  pout  forms  across  her  features.  "  oh,  that's  so  SAD.  you  can't  drink  coffee  ?  "  her  homegrown  california  valley  girl  drawl  meeting  her  learned  new  york  abrasiveness  makes  it  sound  like  she's  condescending  towards  him,  but  she's  being  honest.  "  i  think  not  having  coffee  would  be,  like,  my  thirteenth  reason  why.  there's  so  much  to  live  for  in  this  god-forsaken  city  ;  coffee  is  like,  all  we  got.  do  you  drink  tea  ?  once  this  guy  who  stalked  me  for  a  few  months  gave  me  one  of  those  little  tea  boxes  and  honestly,  i've  always  been  too  scared  to  drink  them  in  case  he  poisoned  them  or  whatever.  but  you  could  totally  have  them,  if  you  want.  " 

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౨ৎ    ‎‎‎‎‎‎˒ ❝   oh.   ❞   asher   deadpans,   features,   again,   overcome   with   a   somewhat   confused   expression;   turning   to   pour   the   remaining   slither   of   water   from   the   glass   down   the   sink.   ❝   in   that   case,   why   do   you   care ?   ❞   he   raises   a   brow,   reaching   to   grab   the   hand-towel   hanging   from   a   drawer;   however,   upon   being   met   with   esther,   again,   seemingly   making   it   her   mission   to   get   in   his   way,   asher   lets   out   another   huff.   one   would   presume   that   asher   had   learned   to   build   a   tolerance   towards   others   invading   his   personal   space   ( after   all,   metropolitan   detention   center   didn't   quite   offer   the   same   amenities   as   the   ritz ),   but   esther   appearing   out   of   nowhere   like   a   weeping   angel   was   certainly   testing   said   tolerance   ──   if   this   metaphorical   test   were   to   be   marked   out   of   ten,   asher's   score   would   be   somewhere   in   the   single   digits.   ❝   will   you──   ❞   asher   tuts   and   sighs,   arm   dodging   esther's   swinging   legs   as   he   attempts   ( with   greater   difficulty   that   such   a   task   should   amount   to )   to   return   the   towel   back   to   its   home   on   the   drawer   handle.   after   completing   what   one   would   be   led   to   believe   as   being   a   gruelling   task   at   hand,   another   huff   escapes   him,   and   he   folds   his   arms   over   his   chest;   somewhat   mirroring   a   similar   demeanor   to   that   of   a   scowling   teenager.   ❝   oh-ho,   y'know,   if   the   whole   acting   thing   doesn't   work   out,   you   should   really   consider   stand-up   comedy !   ❞   sarcasm   drips   from   asher's   voice,   his   default   blank   expression   further   emphasising   the   facetiousness   behind   his   remark;   and   he   further   resists   the   urge   to   roll   his   eyes   once   more   ──   it   was   a   wonder   that   they   hadn't   popped   from   their   sockets   and   started   rattling   around   in   the   back   of   his   skull.   ❝   if   `connecting   with   your   dead   brethrenˊ means   NA,   then   sure.   been   there,   done   that.   does   it   help   with   self-esteem,   though ?   mmm,   no.   it   was,   however;   so   soul-destroyingly   boring   that   it   made   me   want   to   `connect   with   my   dead   brethrenˊ   through   different   means.   ❞   he   says,   a   matter-of-fact   tone   to   his   voice;   a   false,   sardonic   smile   plastered   across   his   features   before   almost   immediately   fading   a   moment   later.   it   wasn't   long   before   esther's   mindless   chattering   filled   the   small,   sad   kitchen   again,   and   asher   pinches   the   bridge   of   his   nose,   expression   screwing   up   in   sheer   confusion.   ❝   thirteen   reas──   poison──   what   the   fuck   are   you   talking   about ?   ❞   he   glances   back   up   towards   esther,   eyes   narrowed   in   disbelief.   ❝   no,   no,   i   just   .   .   .   choose   not   to,   in   case.   i   can't   afford   to   be   defibbed,   again.   ❞

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*˖ ⊹ ────────  oscar  the  grouch  does  not  deter  her.  in  fact,  very  little  can  deter  esther  from  her  goal.  what  that  goal  was,  nobody  could  be  totally  sure,  but  she  shrugs  off  his  sarcasm  with  determination  nonetheless.

she  had  dealt  with  all  kinds  of  people  throughout  her  life.  at  some  point,  esther  stopped  caring.  the  easiest  way  to  deal  with  the  pressures  of  rejected  audition  after  rejected  audition  and  the  crippling  self-doubt  that  came  with  them  all  was  just  to  stop  giving  a  fuck.  then  the  problem  of  her  personality  became  the  issue  of  the  people  around  her,  not  her.  people  like  poor  asher,  who  really  just  wanted  to  be  left  alone.

"  oh,  right,  "  she  drawls,  matching  his  monotone  voice,  "  i  totally  forgot  you  live  under  a  rock.  if  it  doesn't  have  zombies  or  chipmunks  you  don't  know  what  it  is.  "

esther  pushes  herself  back  up  to  her  feet  and  follows  the  arc  he  takes  into  the  kitchen.  nosy  to  a  fault,  when  he  opens  up  his  fridge,  she  pokes  her  head  over  the  door  so  she  can  look  at  the  empty  shelves──  and,  of  course,  give  her  opinion.

"  no  wonder  you  look  like  the  mummified  corpses  they  have  at  the  natural  history  museum.  have  you  seen  those  ?  spitting  image.  "  as  if  proving  her  point,  she  folds  her  fingers  like  a  frame,  squinting  at  him  through  it.  it's  not  meant  to  be  an  insult.  it's  not  meant  to  be...  anything.  to  esther  it's  just  an  observation.  the  truth.  he  does  kind  of  look  like  the  mummies  she  saw  two  saturdays  ago  when  she  wandered  the  museum  after  an  audition  so  she  didn't  have  to  consider  how  badly  she  fucked  up.

"  do  you  have  coffee  ?  "  she  starts  poking  around  in  his  cupboards,  answering  her  own  question.  "  you  don't.  what  the  fuck  is  wrong  with  you  ?  don't  you  have  a  will  to  live  ?  wait...──  "  again,  she  eyes  him,  "  don't  answer  that.  "  

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౨ৎ    ‎‎‎‎‎‎˒ ❝   well,   i’m   sure   it's   exhilarating,   whatever   it   is.   ❞   asher's   tone   of   voice   remains   the   same   ──   in   fact,   it   was   something   of   a   rare   occurrence   for   his   pitch   to   raise   above   levels   of   sheer   disdain   for,   well,   just   about   anything,   really.   upon   hearing   esther's   footsteps,   asher   lets   out   a   heavy   sigh;   closing   his   eyes   for   a   moment.   count   to   ten,   perhaps ?   or   wish   that   the   ground   would   open   up   and   swallow   him   whole ?   whatever   his   motive,   or   whatever   he   hoped   would   come   from   it,   the   few   seconds   of   darkness   was   total   solitude.   of   course,   all   good   things   must   come   to   an   end,   and   within   seconds   of   asher   opening   his   eyes   again,   his   esther-shaped   shadow   had   graced   him   with   her   presence.   ❝   ha,   ha.   ❞   he   huffs,   swatting   her   hand   away.   ❝   no,   i   haven't,   actually.   ❞   he   brushes   past   esther   to   retrieve   a   glass   from   the   cupboard.   ❝   security   said   that   i   wasn't   allowed   in   for   `reasons   that   they   couldn't   discloseˊ.   ❞   this   was,   of   course,   a   total   fable.   sure,   much   like   most   security   guards   compensating   with   a   complex   for   their   minimum   wage   ( there   were   no   hard   feelings   whatsoever   towards   the   gentleman   who   had   removed   him   from   a   mcdonald's   midway   through   a   comedown-induced   nap,   none   at   all ! ),   the   sight   of   someone   as   down   on   their   luck,   let's   say,   as   asher   caused   one   to   grip   their   belt   a   little   harder;   however,   a   trip   to   the   museum   wasn’t   something   that   was   often   on   his   agenda.   still,   esther   didn't   need   to   know   that.   it   was   more   fun   that   way.   turning   towards   the   sink,   asher   lets   out   a   tut   as   esther,   once   again,   makes   a   point   of   invading   his   space.   ❝   no,   it's   too   .   .   .   i   don't   know   .   .   .   ❞   he   waves   a   hand   in   the   air,   as   though   to   help   emphasise   the   point   that   he   was   trying   to   make.   ❝   something   about   medication   .   .   .   i   don't   know,   it   seems   like   a   fucking   cardiac   arrest   waiting   to   happen,   okay ?   ❞   he   flicks   the   tap   on,   filling   the   glass   with   water.   ❝   like   i   said,   it's   water   or   water.   take   your   pick.   ❞   he   motions   towards   the   cupboard.   raising   the   glass   to   his   mouth   to   take   a   sip,   asher   glances   up   at   esther   upon   hearing   her   question   which   she   herself   knew   had   an   obvious   answer   to   it;   a   blank   expression   on   his   features.   ❝   mmm.   ❞   he   hums   in   response,   leaving   it   at   that.

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*˖ ⊹ ────────  wren  opens  her  mouth  to  answer  the  rhetorical  question,  but  last  minute  decides  against  it.  maybe  she  should  take  the  opportunity  to  remind  gabriella  of  the  faults  she  sees  in  kas  ──  of  which  there  are  many.  dwelling  on  it,  though,  isn't  going  to  create  that  fun  that  wren  is  trying  to  steer  them  in  the  direction  of.

problem  is,  wren  isn't  much  good  at  being  fun.  it's  not  usually  in  her  wheelhouse  to  be  the  friend  with  the  big  creative ideas.  most  of  her  days  are  spent  haunting  the  record  store,  and  then  the  roof.  maybe  she'll  spend  time  with  her  cousins,  or  declan, but for the most part she just goes along with everyone else.

"  didn't  i  just  say  i  can't  do  it  anymore  ?  "  she  deadpans,  leaning  further  back  out  of  reach  when  gabriella  reached  for  her  phone.  in  one  swift  movement,  wren  shoves  it  in  her  messy  nightstand  drawer,  as  if  somehow  she  can  hide  away  all  gabriella's  thoughts  of  kas  too.  (  please,  god,  she  can't  hear  about  another  blonde  girl  on  instagram  in  his  following.  )

folding  her  hands  together  in  front  of  her  face,  she  breathes  deeply.  when  she  opens  her  eyes,  it's  to  fix  her  friend  with  her  best  withering  stare.  "  so  you'll  dodge  his  !  we're  going  to  figure  out  something  to  do.  andre  brought  his  switch  over.  do  you  wanna  play  some  mario  kart  ?  you  can  get  all  your  anger  out  at  uh...  "  she  trails  off,  "  unnamed  instagram  model  number  fifty.  "  

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౨ৎ    ‎‎‎‎‎‎˒ ❝   oh,   wren.   i'm   sorry.   ❞   gabriella   groans,   bringing   her   hands   up   to   her   face.   ❝   i'm   a   fucking   mess.   ❞   she   mumbles   through   her   hands.   she   then   exhales   a   deep   sigh,   before   hauling   herself   back   up   from   the   dramatic   heap   that   she   had   thrown   herself   into   a   moment   prior;   brushing   her   fingers   through   her   hair.   throughout   all   of   her   wailing,   bitching   and   complaining   about   what   kas   had   or   hadn't   done,   who   he   was   speaking   to   or   tapping   like   on;   oftentimes   gabriella   ( selfishly,   by   her   own   admittance )   didn't   stop   and   think   about   her   friends’   exhaustion   towards   hearing   about   whatever   the   hell   was   going   on   between   her   and   kas.   it   was   never   anything   fresh,   anything   different   than   the   last   two,   three,   four   times   that   she   had   subjected   their   group   chat   to   a   spam   of   messages   about   texts   being   left   on   read   or   phone   calls   not   being   returned.   it   was   like   a   broken   record   on   repeat,   spinning   round   and   round   in   circles.   deep   down,   perhaps   a   part   of   gabriella   knew   that   wren   and   nevaeh   were   right   ──   it   was   time   to   save   herself   the   heartache,   but   she   couldn't   let   go.   not   yet.   when,   though ?   god   only   knows.   ❝   no,   no,   you're   totally   right,   and   i   do   mean   it   this   time.   out   of   sight,   out   of   mind !   ❞   she   repeats,   a   firmness   to   her   tone   of   voice   this   time;   though,   perhaps   in   attempt   to   convince   herself   more   than   anything.   ❝   from   now,   this   is   a   man-free   zone.   deal ?   ❞   she   offers   wren   a   hand   to   shake   ( again,   how   oh,   so   hard   she   was   trying   to   convince   herself   and   hope,   at   this   point,   that   she   didn't   need   to   think   about   kas ).   exhaling   another   breath,   gabriella   perks   up   a   little   at   wren's   idea   of   mario   kart.   ❝   oooh,   i   haven't   played   that   in   like,   so   long !   i'm   calling   dibs   on   princess   daisy   though.   ❞   she   says   with   a   `hmphˊ,   hand   on   her   chest;   a   smile,   at   last,   finding   its   way   onto   her   features.   ❝   although   .   .   .   ❞   she   motions   a   towards   wren.   ❝   .   .   .   i'll   have   you   know   that   i   know   exactly   who   she   i—   ❞   gabriella   then   pauses;   however,   her   smile   turning   somewhat   sheepish.   ❝   sorry,   sorry !   ❞   she   laughs, nervously.

[troishq]

KEITH POWERS for ESSENCE MAGAZINE.

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closed starter for PRINCE ( @bcnztruck ) recording studio hehe

*˖ ⊹ ────────  "  sorry,  sorry,  "  seba  is  a  bit  of  a  scatterbrain  when  it  comes  to  his  workspace.  somewhere  among  the  piles  of  papers  strewn  across  the  recording  equipment  in  front  of  him,  there  is  a  handful  of  alternative  lyrics  for  prince  to  try.  they're  nothing  serious  ──  seba  doesn't  want  to  intrude  too  much  on  his  artistic  process.  it's  like  an  exercise,  really.  he  wants  to  see  how  certain  syllables  interact  with  the  new  instrumental  track  he's  added  under  the  bassline.

or,  he  would  want  too,  if  he  could  find  the  paper.  it's  probably  lost  to  the  demon  that  lives  inside  his  backpack  and  eats  all  of  the  stray  papers  he  tosses  into  the  bottom.  it's  certainly  not  here,  on  the  table  in  front  of  him,  where  he  needs  it  to  be  if  it's  to  be  of  any  use  to  him.

"  i,  uh...──  "  seba  frowns,  and  then  glances  up  at  prince  with  a  sheepish  grin.  "  nevermind.  i  guess  i  called  out  of  the  room  for  nothing.  but  while  you're  here  ──  "  his  hands  are  already  reaching  for  his  phone, his mind moving away from the lost paper,  "  i'm  starving.  i'm gonna  order  something.  any  preferences  ?  recommendations ? i'm still not really sure what's around here. " 

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౨ৎ    ‎‎‎‎‎‎˒ ❝   relaaax,   man !   ❞   prince   slouches   in   his   chair,   feet   up   and   his   hands   resting   behind   his   head;   having   made   himself   at   home   almost   immediately   upon   arriving   at   seba's   place.   many   a   late   night   had   been   spent   at   seba's,   brainstorming   and   collaborating   on   different   sounds   and   rhythms;   and   it   had   become   a   sort   of   home   from   home   for   prince.   it   was   somewhere   that   he   could   unleash   creativity   without   judgment   or   criticism   that   one   would   face   when   recording   and   producing   as   part   of   a   manufactured   pop   music   label,   and   prince   admired   seba's   artistry.   something   else   that   was   admirable,   per   say,   was   seba's   ability   to   create   brilliant   sounds   in   such   a   chaotic   environment.   with   that   being   said,   though,   perhaps   all   good   artists   had   to   have   some   level   of   chaos   about   them.   swiveling   the   chair   side   to   side,   prince   watches   as   seba   sifts   through   piles   of   paper   scattered   across   his   workspace;   practically   making   it   rain   with   sheet   music.   ❝   bro,   you've   been   running   around   like   you've   done   five   lines   of   cocaine   before   i got   here.   ❞   he   swings   his   legs   down   from   their   resting   spot.   ❝   chill !   it's   cool,   we   can   work   on   it   another   time.   y'know,   give   drake   one   more   shot   at   an   album   before   i completely   knock   the   ball   outta   the   park !   ❞   he   grins,   cheekily.   he   throws   himself   back   into   a   comfortable   position   in   the   chair   again,   humming   in   thought   at   seba's   question   of   food   recommendations.   ❝   hmmm,   there's   a   kickass   chinese   takeout   a   few   blocks   that   way──   ❞   he   jerks   his   thumb   in   general   direction.   ❝   orrr   .   .   .   no   leftovers   from   `el   restaurante   nevaehˊ   this   time,   no ?   ❞   prince   raises   a   brow,   a slight   smirk   tugging   at   his   lips.

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｡*˚:✧｡ winter had brought about a fresh set of challenges, the nip in the air had been calling her back to the rink. but there was a still a fear there that she refused to let anyone in on. so she bottled it up like usual and carried on like normal, even if nothing in her life had been normal in a very long long time. there was physical therapy and then the gym where she spent her time taking her frustrations out on a punching bag. once she had exhausted herself, a warm shower in the locker rooms and bundled back up to face the new york city winter once again.

she returned home to chatter from somewhere in the apartment, immediately moving to pop her head around the door frame into kasper's room. no luck, it wasn't too often jason ever settled for a sleep when he stepped foot into their apartment. kasper seemed to have the energy and maturity of a small child so maybe he just felt seen. she was about to move on when she spotted her calico critter ghost kitty in the small child's hand. a normal person might have moved on and not have passed any remarks but these things weren't even on the market anymore. tossing her gym bag aside she is quiet entering the room. maybe the moustache that she painted across the kids upper lip with a crayola marker was a step too far but it was the season to blame it on that pesky elf on the shelf. once her calico critter is secured, it is replaced in the child's hand with the same marker she had just used for his makeover.

and she is back on her way, the plastic toy sat proudly in the palm of her hand. she still couldn't believe it, the kid would never have understood the treasure that was the calico critter ghost kitty. she was doing him a favour really. so when she came to stand in the doorway, toy cat still sat in the palm of her hand. and there he was with her pasta, she was disgusted to see how much thievery was going on in her home while she was away. standing allowing him to finish talking until he finally caught sight of her. marching into the kitchen, the palm of her hand met his forehead with a satisfying smack. she reclaimed her stolen pasta, the calico critter ghost kitty remained nestled in her hand, a silent witness "well, someone else is clearly practicing for a role in a bad comedy" she holds up her pasta and the plastic doll in each hand and narrows her eyes at both of them "i am disgusted and appalled" she would eventually circle back around to kaspers original comments.

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౨ৎ    ‎‎‎‎‎‎˒ brow   stern,   an   expression   of   deep   concentration   was   firm   on   joshua's   features.   was   he,   too,   crafting   an   artistic   masterpiece   that   would   put   the   likes   of   picasso   and   van   gogh   to   shame ?   perhaps   sculpting   a   replica   of   a   parthenon   marble   that   could   easily   be   mistaken   for   the   real   deal ?   not   quite.   he   was   fidgeting.   elbows   resting   on   the   table,   joshua   shuffles   forward   in   his   seat,   enthralled   by   his   new   toy   that   he   had   found   while   rummaging   in   one   of   the   kitchen   drawers   out   of   sheer   boredom   ──   a   folding   steamer   basket.   now   that   jason   had   finally   passed   out   thanks   to   an   afternoon   of   chaos,   courtesy   of   kas   ( that,   and   his   own   rendition   of   jason's   `spiderman   vs   the   flashˊ   series   was   allegedly   `stupidˊ   and   `inaccurateˊ ),   joshua   needed   something   to   stimulate   his   brain   with   so   that   he   himself   didn't   experience   a   total   crash   and   burn.   hey,   what   better   way than   to   fiddle   with   some   random   kitchen   utensil   that he   didn't   even   know   the   purpose   of ?   he   perks   up;   however,   at   kas’   offering   of   pasta,   head   poking   up   like   a   meerkat   to   try   and   inspect   the   dish   in   question.   ❝   what   kind   of   pasta ?   ❞   he   asks,   an   air   of   caution,   almost,   to   his   question.   ❝   i   only   like   the   bowties,   the   rest   is   gross.   ❞   he   mumbles,   turning   his   attention   back   to   the   steamer.   `the   restˊ   being   the   exact   same   food,   except   in   a   different   shape.   a   snicker   escapes   joshua   upon   mention   of   dilan's   so-called   `friendˊ.   ❝   is   this   the   one   that's   totally,   definitely   NOT   her   boyfriend ?   ❞   he   remarks,   mocking   a   valley   girl   accent.   gaze   still   fixated   on   the   steamer,   joshua   stands   up,   taking   his   newfound   gadget   over   to   kas.   ❝   hey,   do   you   remember   this   from   scooby   doo ?   ❞   he   folds   open   the   metal   utensil.   ❝   the   daemon   ritusss !   ❞   he   imitates   a   velma   voice   with   a   grin,   turning   around   to   lean   against   the   kitchen   counter.   open,   closed,   open,   closed.   joshua   continues   to   fidget,   that   is   until   kas   reacts   to   a   sudden   presence   at   the   doorway;   another   laugh   escaping   him.   ❝   i'd   say   more   `the   shiningˊ.   ❞   he   chimes   in,   offering   a   wave   over   kas’   shoulder   in   dilan's   direction.   ❝   hey,   dil !   ❞   he   chirps;   however,   dilan's   accusation   causes   joshua   to   place   the   steamer   down   onto   the   countertop   behind   him   and   raise   his   hands   in   a   mock   surrender.   ❝   don't   look   at   me,   i   passed   on   your   not-boyfriend's   weird   pasta.   i   mean,   who   even   likes   the   twisty   shaped   stuff   anyway ?   ❞   he   tuts,   shaking   his   head. ( @apcthetics )

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