𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞.

this feels like a hot summer night in a turtle neck. i think i wanna die, but i guess i know i'm fine. oh god, tell me, is it over yet?

[cinematapestry]

God Help The Girl (2014) dir. Stuart Murdoch

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[eveaustero]

claudiamcrshall:

she nodded, agreed all the same. the two of them had always been eye to eye. the distance that had grown between them had a simple explanation: they were no longer in school together. they’d found other people to rely on, and once that phase ended, she believed she could rely on herself. she assumed eve could say nearly the same. “exactly.” all it took was a few minutes, and already eve understood her nearly better than she understood herself. or at least had an answer that she was able to swallow, and maybe even return to others should they pick up on the work load. “no one else minds the over time.” at least anyone else that she cared about hearing. she knew if the work was bad, she would be called on it. she trusted both of her directors that much. “they’re both thrillers, the mindset is frenetic anyways.” she couldn’t find it in her heart to frame anything as an actual complaint, eve had heard enough of that for one life time. “what about you, uh—” she racked her brain for the other components of eve’s life. “any performances coming up?”

"that’s good.” she smiled as she offered a cup to claudia, “some people can’t handle the pressure.” eve was happy to hear everything on set was working out for her, knowing how frustrating and time consuming these projects were. a project couldn’t move forward without the commitment and dedication of everyone on set; every job, as little as some may seem, important to the bigger picture. knowing claudia, she figured she’d give her everything. at least they still had that in common. at claudia’s next question, eve paused, completely confused for a moment. right. performances. “oh!” she shook her head, coming back to earth. “yeah. no, no. i don’t— i don’t really dance anymore. i mean, you’re more than welcomed to the nightly rendition of a wine drunk dance in my kitchen but-” eve chuckled, shaking her head all the while. “life sort of got in the way of that, you know?”

[lauras--puppy]

Emily on Eddie's Instagram.

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[eveaustero]

claudiamcrshall:

she knew that the silences that stretched on between them were just a byproduct of eve in thought, picking and choosing what to say with the utmost care. it’d been so hard at first, to try and fill the voids with her own words, but over time she became accustomed to silence, she started thinking more about what she was going to say. or at least trying to. “those stupid games. they’re a waste of time.” she was interviewed to talk about her work, if the host wanted to stray into some kind of short attention span theater, she could only say yes if alcohol was involved. which luckily was becoming a common occurrence. she couldn’t even agree on the point that it was for the job—it never felt like she was doing any good. as she’d been so kindly reminded by all parties. “i like staying busy.” it was a surface level cop out, ignored all of the problems that contributed to this moment. she knew eve would listen if she explained herself, but she didn’t know how much that mattered any more. “and julian is relentless.” and she was right along side him. keeping up with the pace she’d decided to set for the project season was her only option, she couldn’t call it quits. besides, they had mutual ground here—the first time in years. “it’s just long shoot days. we had a pretty limited amount of time on a set and…” she trailed off, realizing she’d already shared more than anyone outside of the crew and main cast knew. assuming eve cared, forever her downfall. “it’s for the best. the footage turned out great.”

press tours were a hassle. especially for someone who did not thrive off of attention from an audience or needed constant reassurance. still, eve obliged purely out of professionalism for her work, wanting only the best press for any of her projects. that didn’t change the fact that she could do without them, funny for someone who’d just returned from another type of tour. “you’re right.” eve agreed with claudia, looking over her shoulder for a moment to check on the coffee. almost done. “i usually just smile through them and get on with it.” she shrugged. from what she knew, claudia was involved in a few current ongoing projects, and although she barely showed it eve had a feeling that she liked it that way. it made her smile, even with the mention of julian who she thought could have been a friend not that long back. the feeling wasn’t mutual, of course, and she accepted it. she couldn’t force a friendship. instead, she’d have to admire from afar. “he can be difficult.” that was an understatement. there was more she could say about working with him, both good and bad, but she’d try and end on a good note. “but the end product is worth it.” in spite her best efforts, her smile turned into a miserable one, which was her cue to turn around and gather two styrofoam cups. she still listened, pouring a cup of coffee for herself and for her companion. for a moment there she could hear a change of tone in claudia’s voice but that quickly went away, “well, for what it’s worth i personally think it’s going to be great. sometimes the best work comes under extreme pressure.” 

[eveaustero]

claudiamcrshall:

she blinked, looked at the drink on the floor, decided to leave it for at least another few minutes. sure it was bad, but there wasn’t much else to say beyond that—it was a given. it didn’t even merit a pity laugh to fill the void of a witty comment. coffee was likely the better bet anyways, brewing full pots in her dorm during midterms, trying to stay awake long enough to finish a twenty page paper. to edit a short film, to talk about life. “you have to think about it.” she wouldn’t have suggested it if she didn’t think it was worthy. she was many bad things, over and over, but she never gave false praise. and eve’s book had potential, bright neon potential for everything they’d once stood for. what they still stood for now if asked. “they’d give it to you. norah did so well.” she rubbed her forehead, searching for any signal of hope in her brain. she’d only stopped by set once or twice, it hadn’t been her project and so she couldn’t nitpick. “and you enjoyed it, right?”

"i have.” eve assured claudia that the idea of pitching her latest novel as a project had already happened. it happened with almost everything that she wrote, having to decide early on whether the story in her head was best fit for a novel or a script. or both. eventually, eve only pitched what she felt confident would succeed. the last thing she wanted was to face the consequences of a failed movie, and fortunately she had another outlet where she could publish her work without crashing and burning. norah, for example, had been a hard one to pinpoint; something she worked on and off over the years and in the end published as a script rather than a book. that story in particular she had to see. the outcome quickly became one of her favorites pieces of work, and as claudia suggested, she had enjoyed the process of bringing it to life. “i... could have done without the press tours.” eve softly laughed at her confession, “but that’s neither here or there. just part of the job.” pause. “i promise to give it another thought.” she couldn’t bring herself to lie and say ‘you’ll be the first to know’, because she probably wasn’t. “you’ve got your plate pretty full yourself don’t you?” she motioned to the monster, “a little too much, maybe?”

[eveaustero]

claudiamcrshall:

“fuck.” she caught the word under her breath, grabbing the paper towels out of eve’s had and throwing them down on the puddle that had formed. she didn’t exactly bend down so much as just let it soak, trying to think through this interaction behind the fog of exhaustion would take enough thought. it wasn’t work, it was eve. “it’s fine. it’s fine—i shouldn’t drink it anyways.” she pointed, the bright green M flashed as a warning sign. she knew there were all sorts of things she was supposed to say right now, the how are yous and the whats new, keeping up with her old friend’s life as though nothing had ever come between them. there had been a brief glimmering moment where there was no one in the world she trusted more, and that would always always count. “the book was amazing.” she finally managed, snagging onto the first positive thought in her head. of course she’d read it immediately, her own copy sitting in front of her apartment the day of the release. “you have to be adapting it.”

eve was glad claudia was the first to speak, unsure of what to say in that exact moment. had it been left for eve to break the silence the two would have been there for a very long time. thankfully though, that wasn’t the case. in reality, eve never truly knew what to say to her whenever the two had these type of run ins and so the two shared a professional and quick conversation. said conversations were nothing like what the two would have talked about a decade ago, when things were simple and their biggest concerns were finals and what female artist to write their report on. “yeah, those things are really bad for you.” now they talked about, what, energy drinks? the brief moment of silence between them was only a little awkward, but at least they got through it. “oh! thank you.” she’d done this a million times in the last two months, offering a more genuine smile. “i’m glad you liked it.” eve moved towards the coffee machine then, mulling over claudia’s words as she started brewing. “mm, i don’t know.” the idea had run through her mind once or twice. “don’t know if i’m ready to release it to the wolves just yet.” as soon as it was out there in film, it wouldn’t belong to her 100%. 

[eveaustero]

claudiamcrshall:

with the extra work she’d had to put in on identity, her schedule —which had originally left little room for error, was completely obliterated. it’d been at least a few days since she’d properly slept, longer than that since she’d been at her own apartment. jeans ripped, shirt not even her own. she held a can of monster energy, a new low. at least until she heard someone behind her, their greeting enough to catch her off guard in her current state. she dropped the can out of some useless reflex, watching it hit the ground and started pouring out, “shit!” she stood it up, only to see the dent and call it an immediate loss, leaving it on the ground. she turned towards the intruder, accusation already lacing her tone. “sorry, did you fucking need something?”

the last few months had gone fast for eve, who enjoyed nothing more than to distance herself from the hollywood chaos. even so, it hadn’t been as if she’d completely cut off ties with the world, news reports making it practically impossible to do so. still, reading about it and jumping back into it were two completely different things. at least her own plate was clear for the most part, for the exception of ingrid’s project which she knew was in good hands, and so in spite of the atmosphere of the city eve felt relaxed. that feeling followed her through prometheus’ doors, brightening her day just a little as she went in for a coffee. “morning!” she’d greeted claudia as soon as she saw her, stepping back in surprise once the drink fell to the ground. “crap.” eve’s eyes searched for paper towels until they were found, hurrying to gather a bunch to help her clean up the mess. “i didn’t mean to scare you.” she started to lean down but immediately stopped as soon as claudia addressed her, lost for words for a moment. “well, no. was just saying good morning.” she forced a smile on her face before extending her arm and offering the paper towels. 

[sirheisenberg]

[eveaustero]

mmmwhatchasay Jordan Ryder wants to Tap 🎵 That 🎵 Ass 🎵All 🎵Over 🎵 This House 🎵

why did you send this ofir

[eveaustero]

if two guys were on the moon and one killed the other with a rock would that be fucked up or what

parasite 2 i guess 

[eveaustero]

How do you feel about Julian?

trash man

[eveaustero]

hey girl u need a place to sit? my face is free

eve only lays down

[eveaustero]

yo girl what that mouth do

crying noises, mostly 

[eveaustero]

tomas-visser:

Tomas was glad she enjoyed it, returning a warm smile to the thanks, seeing her enjoy what he makes was more than enough, even if it includes a little bit of teasing. Yes, food can get fancy sometimes, but god damn it, it’s good stuff. Tomas takes note of her coffee order however, and hopefully next time he’ll get to bring them both a cup as a peace offering. Or give Eve both cups, and she’ll be able to use it to her advantage when she needs it. That’s perhaps a solid plan for the future.

“Hey,” He retorted back at her snort, knowing what she’s imagining with his suggestion. The blush was growing across his cheeks as Eve tried to control her laughs. Excuse him for trying to simply survive. And apparently dancing, and singing, and acting and all the things Tomas never thought he’d be doing, were needed to survive here. He tried to not harp on it, knowing Eve never held any ill intent, he knew he’d laugh at himself too. 

He knew Eve was right, he knew everything she was saying was right. He had a whole sketchbook of recipe concepts from years on end, of fancy gourmet restaurant standards he used to pitch at the restaurant, to whacky personal inspired pastries (including Eve’s), to simple perfections of the basics and home cooked food. He had a fountain of resources that it’ll barely be a dent in his time to fill it up. “You just want first dibs on all the food. Does this mean you’re gonna be my editor, huh?” He rocked slightly from the nudge before bumping shoulder to shoulder, knowing she’d do it the moment he said yes. It would be pretty easy, but more importantly, it would be really fulfilling, and fun. To display his talents.. It felt like his talents had been degraded to the sharpness of his jaws, and the thirst of twitter. Did his actual talents even mattered any more in this medium? He wanted his talents to matter again, he worked too damn hard for them to not. Tomas closed his eyes and dropped his head back with a frown, hand rubbering down his face as he muttered in a lower voice, “..You know I want to. I.. I need to ask, if I could.” His producer, his manager, his someone. He really doesn’t, but even voicing his desires out of his head on Prometheus soil felt illegal.

The only reason Eve was as persistent as she was with Tomas was because she believed the only thing he needed was a slight push so to put his talents on display. Not that everyone didn’t already know he was an amazing baker, but as someone who thrived on kind actions the only thing she had to offer him was a book deal. He was talented, charming, and warmhearted; everything Eve admired in a person. “Don’t be so hard on me!” Eve pretended to take offense at his question, scoffing before giving him a more genuine answer. “It would be an honor to be your editor.” She was still joking, though if need be she’d take the job on the spot, and Tomas knew that. 

Smiling as they bumped shoulders, Eve took another drink of her coffee and looked ahead. As someone who initially started her career outside of Prometheus, the concept of doing some side work wasn’t out of the ordinary. In fact, one of the main reasons she self-published was to avoid risking her work being owned by said corporation. As much as she enjoyed the end product of her work at Prometheus, not all her work was made for the screen. Plus, it felt nice to own a little something living in the world they lived on. Tomas, on the other hand was understandably hesitant to branch out. 

“Of course you can!” Eve answered his burning question in spite of knowing exactly where he was going with it all, allowing herself to laugh a little. “Tomas, you have no idea how nice it is to own something that is completely and utterly yours. Don’t you want that?” She looked at him sympathetically for a moment before feeling as though she was stepping over the line, shaking her head. “Please, feel free to tell me to shut up at any moment. I won’t be mad, I promise.”