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text → Del 💚

Dec: Puedo ser muy persuasivo. ¿No estás acostumbrado a que yo sea una mala influencia?

Dec: ¿Tienes algo que te gustaría?

Del: Oh no. Sé que eres persuasivo. Es lo que más me gusta de ti. ;)

Del: Déjame llegar y podemos hablar de ello.

#t:declan #t:*

text → Del 💚

Dec: Ella lo amará. Soy bueno en mi trabajo.

Dec: Tatuaje gratis?

Dec: Ven a verme y obtendrás uno.

Del: Es casi como si me estuvieras torciendo el brazo.

Del: ¿Por qué me vas a escribir esta noche?

#t:declan #t:*

text → Del 💚

Dec: Ya sabia eso.

Dec: Estoy trabajando. ¿Quieres venir a verme?

Dec: I'll give you a free tattoo (need you to teach me how to say that in Spanish).

Del: Mi esposa me va a matar si vuelvo a casa con otro tatuaje.

Del: Como si, ella los ama.

Del: Gratis. Tatuaje.

#t:declan #t:*

text → Del 💚

Dec: ¿Qué haces esta noche?

Del: Estoy en la cama con mi esposa.

Del: La verdadera pregunta es ¿qué haces esta noche?

#t:declan #t:*

text → Del 💚

Dec: That's not why I'm nervous about it. It's just going to be a little weird no matter how okay Claire and Regina are with it, I guess?

Dec: You know what I mean.

Dec: I can't push her away, she's the best thing to ever happen to me. And what I did to deserve her I'll never understand.

Del: Yeah. I guess.

Del: Yeah, well, you better start understanding it.

#t:declan #t:*

Text 📲 Regina

Regina: But i don't know shit.

Del: What do you mean?

#t:regina #t;*

Text 📲 Regina

Regina: Del, if I knew the fucking answer to that i've be made man.

Del: I get that.

#t:regina #t:*

london-calling-gossip-blog

Mirror mirror on the wall, who does the most gossiping of them all?

“The most gossiping? Hm. I definitely see Declan and Del talking all of the time. Same with Claire and Regina, or even the other way around. Regina and Del. The four of them have a crazy tight-knit circle and I would bet a fair amount of gossip takes place. Jaron is also a shoe in for the biggest gossiper around, we all know that. Theresa Raven gives me the vibe that she’s in on a lot of the things to know, too. Have you heard any good gossip? Let me know babes.” @declankeating, @delphina-suarez, @xoclairewhite, @addictiveregina, @jaronxorivers, @reesespieces86

#gossip girl

joxdoherty:

“Oh, thank god,” Jo sighed and brought her hand push a strand of hair away from her face. Relieved she hadn’t forced herself to leave her flat in vain, she flashed a brief smile and shook the younger woman’s hand firmly. She knew how important first impressions could be and losing a gig like this was not an option for her or her business. “I am sorry I’m a little bit late. Something, um, happened.” She didn’t need to explain herself, not really, but there was no way she could just ignore the fact that she had arrived a few minutes late for a meeting, especially when her reasons were so deeply personal and not at all related to her job. “Shall we get to it right away?” If there was one thing Jo was bloody good at, it was her job. Concentrating would be difficult after such a huge, deeply traumatic event but she would certainly do her best to create something she could be proud of. “So, what sort of site are we talking about?”

While Del knew she had an image to uphold with being an editor at Cosmopolitan, she also knew how unfair and unfortunate life could be, dishing out the worst with impeccable timing. And, with a quick look to the older woman’s features, Del could see she was slightly frazzled. “Hey, it’s not a big deal, I’m not going to hold it against you.” Of course, she wasn’t going to explain how she knew about the other woman’s circumstances, or that she’d met her sister on a few different occasions, mostly at charity galas in the city. “We shall, please.” Del took a sip from the wine glass before her — it was never too early to have a glass — and waved her hand to the booklet sitting before her full of screen shots of their current website, along with strategically designed pages of what she was looking to have done. “We’ll, I’m the entertainment and travel editor, so I’m going to need two different sites. If you’ll have the job, I’d like to go above what we quoted to pay originally with the understanding that I need the site up in less than ten days. I’m re-launching the two portions in two weeks, and I need to have enough time for changes to be made.” Sliding the binder across the table, she nodded to it with a firm smile, “please, take a look.”

#c:josephine #c:*#instead of a fork #let's pretend she's sorta waving her wine glass?#k thanks hahah

gabrielarhxdes:

“I was thinking about it… is that totally dumb?” She asked wit ha raise of an eyebrow and a laugh. She had no idea what she was doing and she knew it. “But i’m not sure that James would let me get away ith that and he’d expect pictures…”

Del picked up the glass of wine that sat on the table before her, tilting it to her lips to enable herself to take a rather large gulp before she laughed, the soft sounds echoing around the restaurant. “It’s not totally dumb, but I think it’s a waste of money. However, if you need help planning…” Del winked across the table before rolling here eyes, “you know I’m a massive slut for planning parties.”

#c:gabriela #c:*#funny i was JUST THINKING THE SAME THING

Text 📲 Regina

Regina: Ugh it's a fucking mess.

Del: I'm sure it'll work itself out

Del: and if it doesn't, do you really want to be a family again?

#t:regina #t:*

joxdoherty:

Knowing she needed to work through the grieving process had been both a blessing and a curse. Yes, chatting with clients and spending hours in front of the computer could be excruciatingly painful when her mind was elsewhere, but it also offered much needed distraction from her mother’s death. Life went on and the world wouldn’t stop turning for her. While unfair and harsh, it was also comforting. Jo had decided against cancelling the lunch meeting she had previously booked for the day and had instead actually left the office, fairly confident she could make it through the meal with relative success. Unfortunately for her, however, the client was nowhere to be seen. Looking around and scanning the other restaurant-goers, she turned to the person closest to her.

“Excuse me, there hasn’t been anyone looking for Jo Doherty, has there? I’m supposed to meet up with someone and I don’t think they’re here.”

Over the past couple of months, she’d been looking for a new website designer for her portion of Cosmopolitan. With being the Executive Editor came great responsibility, one of those was to have her section of the website looking in tip-top shape. Well, the last complete idiot she’d hired had all but fucked up the bloody website, and now she was looking for someone competent enough to do the job. Except, when she entered into the restaurant and glanced around, there was no sign of the woman she was expecting to meet. Of course, the raven-haired journalist had googled Josephine Doherty to see what would be working with; it was her inner perfectionist that battled with her on the decision, but she had spent hours googling the woman’s name, finding out — in the very pits of the internet — that the woman’s mother had passed just recently. “Jo Doherty?” How had she missed her? Del all but snapped into her working mode the moment the woman’s face became recognizable and pushed a hand out toward the opposite woman, a tight-lipped smile on her features. “I’m Delphina Suarez with Cosmo, and I just so happen to be your lunch date.”

#c:josephine #c:*

gabrielarhxdes:

“Is it totally unreasonable to want to throw a part for a one year old? He’s one in like three days and I am so excited but… It’s ridiculous isn’t it?”

“You’re going to throw a party for him?” A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips; even if Del didn’t want to admit it, the thought behind it was cute. “I mean, if I had a kid I might want to, but he isn’t going to remember any of it. You could just lie to him when he gets older and tell him you did.”