the hills

taking back the crown

[derek-olson-blog]

rosalieyork:

Rosalie was, in short, bored. It had only been a few days since she returned from her latest assignment, assigned to the kidnapping and subsequent torture of a US agent for information. Perhaps she was so restless as this one hadn’t ended in a kill, didn’t give her the satisfaction of closure. No, instead the agent was whisked off by the school’s contacts with the excuse that the woman could be used as a good bartering tool. Boring.

Yuri had been distant as of late, too. Had she been around more, she would have looked into it earlier, but worked had called. She made a mental note to dig into that later; right now she planned on scratching the itch that her latest trip had left her with. 

So, she took herself to one of the classier places in Vero Beach, a bar that expected you to dress like you had all the money you told the girls there you had. It was when she was laughing at another dull joke, a carefully practiced grin on her face as she listened to the man quickly approaching middle age trying to woo her, that she noticed him. Had she not been trained to, Rosalie would have dismissed the feeling that she knew the man. Instead, she split her time between keeping the man she was speaking to around long enough to buy her drinks and watching the stranger (who wasn’t a stranger, she was sure). 

Her suitor excused himself so he could visit the bathroom, and her eyes fell on the man again. He caught her this time and, rather than shy away, she raised her glass to him, a smirk slowly crawling onto her face as she maintained eye contact with him.

@derek-olson

Things were going well since Dimitri arrived in Vero Beach; much more successful than he had expected. It turns out there was a lot of amoral business in Florida, perfect for him. His sister seemed to be enjoying herself, too. Not only was she helping him out, she was embracing the nightlife more than he thought she would. 

All in all, things were good. Dimitri had just finished a meeting with a potential client and now he was at the bar, waiting for his sister to join him. She had text saying she wouldn’t be long, so he ordered himself a drink assuming he wouldn’t be alone for much longer. However, five minutes after texting she wouldn’t be long, she sent him a text saying she had other plans with someone else. Sending her a quick ‘fuck you’, he planned to finish his drink and head home, until someone caught eye contact with him.

At first, he furrowed his brow, though his face soon relaxed when she raised her glass to him. Considering he was sure she was just with someone, he thought it was quite odd, but that didn’t stop him from getting up and walking over to her. “You look lonely.” He told her, taking a seat where her current company had been sat. He hoped they would return and see Dimitri sat with her; it would make for an interesting night. “Where’s your friend gone?” He asked, taking a small sip of his drink.

[derek-olson-blog]

after all // derek & waverly

[derek-olson-blog]

waverly-archer:

Waverly smiled, she did have a knack for finding someone who was able to keep up with her. Her game had been off lately, Florida left much to be desired in terms of high quality men. But what luck that one happened to move in right next door. “Drinking alone? That’s no fun. Maybe you should come join me instead? I’m all alone for the night and could use some company.” 

“I didn’t think you minded the interruption.” She wagered, based on the little wink he’d returned to her. It was charming and cocky, and she wanted more of that energy to waft over her, to make her feel normal again. The strap of her dress slipped from her shoulder and let it stay down. “Why not climb over here and entertain me with stories about yourself, hmm? Or entertain me however you please.” 

Derek hummed to himself as he pretended to ponder his neighbour’s offer. “You do seem like you’d be good company,” He smiled. “I’m sure he will be missing out.” He added, referring to the man that quickly darted out of the girl’s apartment. He was still wondering what that was about. Perhaps poking at it would cause her to tell him? Whatever it was, it wouldn’t bother him, but he just liked to have all the information.

Soon, Derek gave her a shrug. “His loss is my gain.” Placing his glass on the garden table on his balcony, he nimbly climbed over onto her balcony. Now in front of her, he gave her a smile and placed his hand against her cheek, gently rubbing his thumb against it. “Now, are you gong to show me that risking my life to get here was worth it?”

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[ohmydameron]

❝ Finding a way to be proud of the finished product is a more important goal than accolades. ❞

Ben Barnes photographed by Mitchell McCormack for DA MAN Magazine

[alitony]

[daily-men]

I want to take advantage of any popularity I have.

[alphalewolf]

[ridleydaisy]

[mancandykings]

I can’t help myself but get involved when the world seems to spin into disarray and you don’t feel any control or that your voice counts. So, any way I can help voice the concerns of those who don’t feel they have a platform. There are causes that we should all be aware of and support and push all the time in terms of equality for race and gender and others that are more personal to me.

[derek-olson-blog]

after all // derek & waverly

[derek-olson-blog]

waverly-archer:

 derek-olson:

The week seemed to last forever, and Derek was glad he was finally settled. Although he hadn’t done much manual work when it came to moving all his belongings into the Ragnatela, he had to deal with instructing people where t put them, and there was the difficult task of convincing his sister to move with him. She had a good thing set up back home, just as he had in England. However, many more opportunities would open up to him if he moved to Vero Beach, and he believed it would be much better for her too. Well, he wasn’t too sure on that, but he knew he’d need her every now and then and it would be much easier for him to have her at his disposal. 

Fortunately, he and his sister were at the Ragnatela and all of his belongings in his apartment and unpacked. It had felt like a giant weight had been lifted from his shoulders. In order to celebrate, he decided to pour himself a drink and admire his new view from his balcony. The weather was much warmer than England, and especially Russia, so he could definitely see himself doing this more often. However, there was only one thing ruining it. The sound of a soft bass coming from the apartment next to him. It wasn’t too loud, but he knew it would irritate him. The chances of the music getting worse were high, especially after getting a look of the people who live here. For now, he would put up with it.

After a few moments, he heard the sound of the balcony door from his neighbour’s apartment open. The music got louder for a second until the girl closed the door behind her. He didn’t stop himself from looking at her. She was gorgeous to say the least, and that seemed to deflate his irritation. Noticing her turn to get a look at him, Derek gave her a smirk before taking a sip of his drink and turning his head away back to the view. 

@waverly-archer

Florida was boring. Henry had disappeared back to New York, much to her chagrin. Even worse she herself hadn’t gone back home. She felt unable to no matter how much she’d spent her month here complaining about the little swamp town. She’d come to love it, or at least parts of it, or a person in it. Jesus Christ, this wouldn’t do, she was losing her mind. 

“Waverly?” Her name, and a cold hand on her bare thigh brought her back. She turned her charming smile back on and poured her attention back into the man in her home. Her arm draped over the back of her couch reached up to his neck, gently stroking the skin there. “Sorry, please, keep telling me about the Keys, I really would just love to get out there. It sounds so quaint.” No sooner had she purred out her words did his phone start to ring. “One moment,” He said, pulling his phone from his breast pocket, “Can I-” He said, pointing randomly around the apartment for privacy. Ah, the wife is calling. She smirked and winked at him, “I’ll just step outside.” 

She rested her elbows on the railing and looked out at the view. Everyone here, save for one person, bored her. And that one person scared the shit out of her. She wanted some sense of familiarity, the control she had everywhere else in the world. The command she wielded so well she craved it now. 

Her eyes were drawn to the balcony next to hers. A man stood with a drink, watching her and smirking. She cocked an eyebrow and arched her back slightly, her dress riding up her legs, giving him more to look at. The door to her balcony opened behind her but she paid it no mind her thoughts already elsewhere. “Fraid I have to take the jet back tonight.” He looked up from his phone at her, “Rain check?” 

Waverly tore her glance away from the man across the way, and looked at her would be date, “Maybe, if you’re back in town and I’m feeling generous.” He moved in to kiss her and though to him it might’ve seemed like playing coy, his lips attacking her neck instead, it was really just that she had moved on to other, better things. She blew a kiss to her neighbour as the man’s breath cooled on her neck. “Next time.” The man repeated, before leaving, oblivious to Waverly’s indifference. Once he was gone she leaned into the space between their two apartments, “We haven’t met yet. And that’s a damn tragedy.” She said, looking him up and down. Yes, this was what she wanted. 

From his peripheral vision, Derek noticed the girl now looking at him. It took a lot of will power to prevent himself from looking at her again, but he managed it. However, the sound of the door opening caught his attention. At first he assumed she was simply heading back into her apartment, but instead someone else joined them out here. 

He eyed up the man, and managed to put a scenario together in his head. The guy was punching, that was for sure, so the only way her and him made sense was if this was a ‘business’ deal of sorts. Though it didn’t make sense for them to be at her place. There was something more to this. He’d figure it out eventually. 

At the sight of the man against her neck made Derek cringe. Though he noticed the girl blow a kiss to him, which he responded to with a wink. Watching at the man left them alone, Derek leaned against the railing of his balcony, his body facing the girl. “I have to agree.” He said, finishing his drink and placing it on the outside table. “Though I can explain why we haven’t met.” He began, copying her stance and leaned against the side closest to her. “I moved in today. I thought I would celebrate with a drink outside, though I was interrupted.” He explained, giving her another smirk.

[derek-olson-blog]

after all // derek & waverly

The week seemed to last forever, and Derek was glad he was finally settled. Although he hadn’t done much manual work when it came to moving all his belongings into the Ragnatela, he had to deal with instructing people where t put them, and there was the difficult task of convincing his sister to move with him. She had a good thing set up back home, just as he had in England. However, many more opportunities would open up to him if he moved to Vero Beach, and he believed it would be much better for her too. Well, he wasn’t too sure on that, but he knew he’d need her every now and then and it would be much easier for him to have her at his disposal. 

Fortunately, he and his sister were at the Ragnatela and all of his belongings in his apartment and unpacked. It had felt like a giant weight had been lifted from his shoulders. In order to celebrate, he decided to pour himself a drink and admire his new view from his balcony. The weather was much warmer than England, and especially Russia, so he could definitely see himself doing this more often. However, there was only one thing ruining it. The sound of a soft bass coming from the apartment next to him. It wasn’t too loud, but he knew it would irritate him. The chances of the music getting worse were high, especially after getting a look of the people who live here. For now, he would put up with it.

After a few moments, he heard the sound of the balcony door from his neighbour’s apartment open. The music got louder for a second until the girl closed the door behind her. He didn’t stop himself from looking at her. She was gorgeous to say the least, and that seemed to deflate his irritation. Noticing her turn to get a look at him, Derek gave her a smirk before taking a sip of his drink and turning his head away back to the view. 

@waverly-archer

[daily-men]

You still get these waves of doubt that come over you, for example, when you get a bad review or you accept a part and think, ‘Oh, God, what have I just accepted? I can’t do that.’ I don’t think that’s something that will ever go away in me

[owenelliot]

[daily-men]

“I often talk with other actors about that time when you’ve just finished a job, because I think you do take on the characteristics of some of the characters you play. Sometimes it can be a great thing and sometimes it’s a bit haunting because you’re not quite sure how to leave it on set. My dad talks about it as being ‘de-personalised. ”

[nat-portman]

Ben Barnes for UOMO by Salvatore Ferragamo (2016) 

[missxdarcey-deactivated20190915]

Ben Barnes resquest by anon.