lost in translation.

FLORENCE MARATHI stylist and owner of vivienne martin's bridal shop, former broadway costume designer & future performer.

[florencemarathi]

angel--emmerson​:

“For next time? You’re buying gifts in advance and spacing them out? Jesus, you really are going to make these two spoiled, I’m gonna have to ween you off,” he teased, knowing there was no stopping her but he couldn’t deny that he liked the idea of her being around to spoil them for the rest of their lives. He knew they needed that kind of enthusiasm and support, especially when it wouldn’t always be cool to get that from their dad. He felt his smile turn up at her laughter, knowing that he talked a lot of shit when he spoiled her in return. He understood her want to show her love in the form of gifts, to want to create that connection with the kids and it wasn’t like he wasn’t grateful. It surely saved him a hell of a lot of money on toys. 

The term of endearment had him pausing more than he may have had previously, Blake’s return to town a huge reminder of why that nickname had always seemed and felt so familiar. His head was still spinning from the interaction but he wasn’t sure he was ready to talk about it yet. “Ah even better now that you’re with me? You’re such a charmer, Flo. Fun? Uh here and there, supposed to go to a show this weekend with Wes, Candi and I may take the kids to the movies this week, got some cool shit happening at the center. Bento boxes though, hell yeah I’m down. Always trying to get creative with their lunches, you know? And big man over there is starting to develop a real appetite between him and my brother always raiding my fridge I practically live at the grocery store.” He laughed as he moved around the kitchen and served her some water before pulling out the ingredients he wanted to use. “You got any plans for Halloween?”

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"you can’t be against presents! that’s my love language!” she responded, with an odd blend of pouting and defensive frown. flora was definitely, and shamelessly, trying to buy the kids’ affection to make up for the fact she had very limited maternal instincts. and, so far, her technique had been proven effective. angel made a point, if she kept going, they would end up as spoiled as she was. she was unsure whether it was a good thing or not. “i’ll try to hold back for...” she took a moment to think. “their birthdays, next year. we got a deal?”

“it’s just the truth! you always make things better.” it was an euphemism. she truly believed she would have left the town a long time ago if she had never crossed paths with him —  and if she could have managed the guilt of leaving the martin’s legacy behind to collect dust. “you’re one busy bumble bee! if you need a baby sitter, you know where to find me.” while it was automatic for flora to offer her help, it was different for their little family. she did it out of genuine desire to show she cared, rather than to find a purpose for her day. “i can’t say i blame him! i don’t think i’ve out grown this phase yet. my fridge is always empty and you sure bet i will never snack on that sad celery i always buy for no reason!”

she took a sip from the glass, which she held with both hands like she would a mug of hot chocolate. “thank you for the fun evening. i really needed it, both the break and the sugar rush. my dentist was quite thrilled as well!” florence laughed the sudden heavy tone of her voice away. hanging out with him, the kids and candice gave her a feeling of normalcy, maybe even of belonging. which is something she rarely experienced. “i might have enjoyed it more than than the kids.” speaking of them, she waved at them through the window. “we should go as the incredibles next year, i’ll be edna mode! that would be... incredible! see what i did there?”

[chaandaniya]

[florencemarathi]

TASK #1: FALL & HALLOWEEN MEMORIES.

OPTION 2.

She was born only ten minutes before the beginning of Fall, a true disappointment. For as long as she can remember, it had always been her favourite season. Colourful tree leaves, ridiculous coats in the 1990s and the scent of apple pies filled her with a joy impossible to describe. When the hot summer days would fade away, young Fleur (her parents always nicknamed her Fleur, which is French for flower) was at her happiest. There was nothing that comforted her more than Fall weather. She was lucky to have a large bay window in her bedroom, so she could sit nearby and let the evolution of nature inspire her. She collected leaves, placing them in between pages of colouring books, magazines or homework. She always had one on her, so she would remember this wonderful season when her parents had to travel for work. She enjoyed Fall in New York City and in Vancouver, in Paris too. She hated it when she followed her parents to California. She missed the chilly wind and relaxing raindrops.

Nothing competed with spending Fall in Québec. The Marathi’s had one specific tradition: they would always take an entire week off work, drive to a cabin outside of Montréal, stock up on marshmallows, crackers, chocolate, cocoa powder and apples. They would bake together, sing and dance. They would walk around the forest. They would enjoy the silence and peace of nature, compared to their busy lives in the city. Countless times, Flora asked her parents if they could move there instead. She was intrigued by small towns, but they were right, she would get bored of them very fast.

In 2016, somewhere around her birthday, Flora and Samuel travelled back to Canada to experience this family tradition together. It was the happiest the both of them had ever been. Samuel knew that one day when he found Florence standing on the balcony, watching the sun rise and shine over the red, orange and yellow trees that there was nothing in this world he loved more than this woman. It took him a couple of months to actually get on one knee, but he had asked the permission to do so from her parents during this week out of town. It was also at that moment he knew they would have a Fall themed wedding, because he could understand the impact of this season on Florence. It was almost mystical. Her birthday did not mean much, she did not feel wiser or prepared for more mature changes. She went through this process while leaves fell to the ground until trees were nothing but branches covered with delicate snowflakes.

If fall, as a season, was her favourite time of the year, Halloween never was. Flora, as a kid, did not get to go trick or treating. Her parents found it pointless, since she could wear costumes on any other days of the year and she only had to bat her eyes to get all the candies she could dream of.They decorated their house, only so they could give candies to other kids around. Generousity, that was one of the most important values in the Marathi household. At school, she would be one of the only kids who did not dress up. She felt out of place, quite obviously, but she grew tired of vampires and other silly and effortless costumes. She would spend the whole month of October doodling costumes in her notebooks instead of paying attention in class. Her grades never really suffered, but she held a grudge against her parents for never dressing her up as a pumpkin when she was a baby. They missed a good family photoshoot opportunity, truly.

Now, onto the costumes... She would dress up for Halloween parties, back in New York. She never put too much thought into it. Audrey Hepburn, Grace Kelly, Marilyn Monroe... She went for big dresses, for classical makeup and for looks that would inevitably turn heads. It depended on the parties, that was for sure. If they were formal, she put extra efforts into looking as elegant as possible (most likely because there would be photographers everywhere and she did not want to disappoint her parents). On the opposite of the spectrum, if she was with friends and colleagues for a production she was working for, she turned heads for other reasons. Don’t get me wrong, Florence does not like to provoke. Only, she can get very confident in herself and showing skin never bothered her. Her favourite thing was to dress up as important historical figures. Athena and Cleopatra were her best work, in her own humble opinion. She made the costumes herself, leaving very little to imagination. It weas always done with dignity and taste. She did not mind, and it was not like people were sober enough to remember. Everybody had a good time, and she sure did enjoy looking like powerful women from Antiquity. If she were to pick one more fierce woman, she would go for Mata Hari, or Marianne (the free the titty lady from the French Revolution).

When she moved to Amory, she took it to a more socially acceptable and decent level. For their first Halloween together, as boyfriend and girlfriend, Samuel and Florence dressed up as The Corpse Bride’s couple. For their second, they went as Superman and Wonder Woman. The chest piece was probably a little intense, but for someone who only had access to the movie trailer, she did a very realistic job. And Samuel? He looked absolutely handsome. She still keeps a photo album decidated to their Halloween costumes.

She started dressing up again in 2019, this time as Jasmine. Very predictable, one could say. And they would certainly be right. She had the green, the red and the purple outfits Jasmine wore in the animated movie. She opted for the traditional one. It was only then she entertained the idea of dressing up like a Disney Princess for every year. In 2020, she was Belle. Her plans for 2021? Sleeping Beauty or Ariel, although she has no idea how to walk with a mermaid tail.

Some things never change. Florence still prepares bags of candies that she distributes to schools around town or to different daycares. She can put on her Jasmine costume in a heartbeat if she was asked to entertain children even for a few minutes. She decorates more for Fall than Halloween, but she never misses an opportunity to hoard adorable decor items in hues of burnt orange and yellow ocre. She also makes a pretty tasty hot apple cider! If I were you, I would not hope to leave her apartment after a visit with a slice of pie or spice cake, unless you like your desserts burnt.

[florencemarathi]

TASK #1: HALLOWEEN ; FLORENCE AS PRINCESS BELLE.

OPTION 1 

This year, Florence chose Princess Belle to be her costume. Don’t be fooled, though, she had a bunch of other options prepared just in case she changed her mind. She had four other options this year: a panda (her self-proclaimed spirit animal), the Sugarplum Fairy from The Nutcracker, a pumpkin (she was deprived of such an important experience as a child) and bringing back her famous Wonder Woman from 2016 (read the part two of the task to find out more about this costume!).

Belle was a wise choice, so she went with it. She found inspiration online and through watching Beauty and The Beast countless times, so she could design and sew this costume herself. She also did her hair (which countains a scary amount of bobby pins) to her nails that are covered by satin gloves (thankfully, because she smudged them, too impatient to get working on another piece of the costume). Rumour has it she can’t breathe under the corset and she learned the waltz for nothing, because she has no intriguing beast to dance with.

Without wanting to god mod too much, I believe it would be safe to say she bugs both Candice and Angel every year so she can go trick or treating with them, or make the kids’ costumes. On Halloween evening, though, she starts by staying at the Bridal shop to distribute candies and then she would either join the kids and their parents to walk around town, or she would wander around Amory Village and live her Disneyland Princess dreams.

While we’re on the topic of children, she would so force themed costumes on her family. Like they would dress up as The Incredibles, as food items, as more Disney characters. She would start preparing their celebrations in the middle of summer, so she has time to tailor and alter each costume. It would be her own little Oscar night, except instead of boring speeches, it would be filled with candy and sugar boosted laughter. She will most likely steal some of her kids’ candies when they’re sleeping, as a reward for her hard work (PS: I would suggest you hide your Reese’s Cups and Kit Kats, for satefy measure. Although nothing quite competes with Aero. What can I say? Aero chocolate bars and Ketchup chips are on top of the Canadian identity).

[florencemarathi]

lio-young​:

&.

The moment he woke up, he knew something was wrong. The sun had barely managed to peek through the windows and yet, the smell of lavender that typically greeted him when he awoke was already faint. Stretching lightly, his fingers found the right side of the bed to be cool to the touch. From the looks of it, Flora hadn’t been next to him for sometime and though, he’d known her to wake up early from time to time, she typically tended to wake him too.

Not bothering to pull on a shirt or shorts, Lio padded down the familiar hallway from the bedroom into the kitchen. If Flora was was awake this early, she’d probably want some tea. He busied himself fixing a tray of fruits and toast while he waited for the water in teapot to boil, a slight smile forming on his lips as his pulled two mugs from the cabinet. To an outsider, there was nothing special about the mugs in question. In fact, aside from the slight discoloring forming along the bottom from overuse, they looked identical to all the others. And yet, in Lio’s mind, they were ‘theirs.’ Though he dared not tell Flora for she’d no doubt tease him, he was always careful to  use these particular two.

Now equipped with a full breakfast tray, Lio entered the living room; the hunch of a blanket curled up against the couch indicating that he had indeed found Flora. Assuming she was asleep, he had only managed to set the tray on the coffee table when she spoke, the expression on her face more akin to a grimace than a smile. He’d known something was wrong but it now it was clear to him this wasn’t as simple as a design she couldn’t create as she envisioned or an early morning phone call. His eyes moved from the plate of burnt toast to the contours of her face. He didn’t like how red her eyes were and had a sinking suspicion she hadn’t slept much last night.

Moving so he sat next to her, Lio quietly adjusted the blanket so it better covered her; his actions allowing the emerald of his gaze to search her brown. “More like I’m surprised to see you up already. Everything okay? You don’t usually let me sleep in this late. I missed you this morning..”  

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"i’m sorry.”

that ridiculous moment in movies or in books when the character would mention seeing their lives flash before their eyes, she was all too familiar with it. it happened when she had a bad fall, while ice skating. she was not wearing a helmet and head her head pretty badly against the ice. then, her life was only about frosty eye shadows and neon clothing she stole from her mother’s wardrobe. it happened when she attended an award show with her father and they waited for the results of the category he was nominated for, she was hoping his dream would come true and she was honoured to be by his sides. it happened when she packed the last box from her condo in new york, ready for a new beginning. it happened again when the doctors confirmed samuel’s death. and it was happening at this very moment.

she had flashes of the first time lio held her hand, of the first time she had experienced these wild butterflies in her stomach after a long time. she remembered their first kiss, when she tried wiping a crumb of cheese cake from his chin during a date night and she ended up kissing him. she lived the first time she told him she loved him. he had brought her breakfast in bed, he always did. he had made her favourite and she was so happy to be with him. it was the complete opposite of what she felt recently.

her chin began to tremble but she looked down at her hands. her nail polish was chipped and her hands were ice cold. she wanted lio to held them for a few minutes, just long enough for her to lean in closer and kiss him. she wanted to kiss him so badly, she needed it. florence new it was wrong. it would only hurt more. “i’m gonna miss you so much. every day, every hour, every minute.” the woman clenched her jaw and finally turned her body to look at him. she rested her hand on his knee, trying to stop them from shaking. “i tried so hard, but...”

she had when people used the word but. it was never a positive thing. it never went we’d do this fun thing, but first we must stop by the ice cream shop. it was never about preparing the other person for a good surprise. it was just a small pause before the pain hit. “i can’t.”

[bollydastaan]

Deepika Padukone for Vogue India, August 2019

[florencemarathi]

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

1. Come On Mess Me Up by Cup Sport. 2. Si tu reviens by Louis-Jean Cormier. 3. Ever Since New York by Harry Styles. 4. Love Song by Lana Del Rey. 5. Turn Your Love by Half Moon Run. 6. Fine Line by Harry Styles. 7. Believe In Love by MARINA. 8. Mr. Sandman by SYML. 9. Young And Beautiful by Lana Del Rey. 10. Fous N’Importe Où by Charlotte Cardin feauturing CRi. 11. Somebody Else by The 1975. 12. Daisies by Katy Perry. 13. Lucky Ones by Lana Del Rey. 14. Shampain by MARINA. 15. exile by Taylor Swift featuring Bon Iver. 16. Paradise Motion by Charlotte Cardin. 17. Meet Me in the Hallway by Harry Styles. 18. Love Is a Battlefied by Luke Evans. 19. Primadonna by MARINA. 20. No light, No light by Florence + The Machine.

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[florencemarathi]

matthew-joy​:

Having company in his workshop was odd.  It wasn’t that Matthew didn’t enjoy company, he was just used to having the place to himself, with the exception of his dog and occasionally another animal that wandered in if he didn’t close the door all the way.  Typically, when he was hired for a job, the client would approve Matthew’s designs and then he would get in touch with them when the job was done.  That wasn’t to say that he minded having Florence in the shop with him, she had some fun energy and she seemed to be happy with the work he was doing, so he kept on going, but he wasn’t used to the distraction and it took some extra focus for him to be able to finish what he was doing. 

It wasn’t the type of project he typically did.  His usual jobs were bedroom or dining room sets, but he was happy to take on small jobs, especially for people he considered to be his friends.  He liked to maintain a level on control on his projects, but if his father could teach him to do this as a child, he could allow her to help.  “Alright.  This is a little more intense than building something from Ikea, but we can probably find something for you to do here.”

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“i knew you couldn’t resist me!” flora poked her tongue out playfully, looking at her friend’s efforts to make this ugly looking dresser a masterpiece. she had seen his work before, mostly because she forced him to show some pictures and what not because she was always impressed. seeing it in person, however, was even better. she could do magic with a needle and thread, and him with all of those tools and a piece of wood. they certainly had their creativity in common. “if i were you, i’d feel threatened right now. imagine if i was about to discover i can build stuff too! i’d be your rival! ah, that’d be fun! like friendly rivalry, of course!” she grabbed a piece of sanding paper, working on a corner he seemed to have missed so the surface was smooth. her perfectionism was impossible to stop. she was content with that small touch. “okay. now, what’s the next step? i’m your apprentice today! teach me your ways and i’ll try not to make a mess. and i’m sure that by working on this together, it will look even better in the end!”

[lydiabeckett-deactivated2026041]

LOCATION: vivienne martin bridal  ▬ amory manor. TIME: lunch time. CLOSED STARTER ➞ @florencemarathi​.

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝘽𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝘿 𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙉 and not to anyone’s surprise either. Amory was known for the season-long fall festival and the month-long Halloween comemorations through town. Ever since she was a little girl, it had been her absolutely favorite time of the year. She loved carving pumpkins and hanging skeletons through her childhood home. She loved placing spider webs made of Styrofoam glue through the corners of her house and she absolutely loved decorating her room, no matter how little time she spent there. Halloween had a special meaning for her, hell, Halloween had been when some of her most profitable movies had come out, it had been when she conquered her place as a scream queen. Except that Halloween didn’t have the same meaning for her anymore. Something about living her own horror movie had stripped away the magic from it, still, she managed to be excited about the little things, about her niece and nephew’s costume, about her friends’ costumes as well, about some old movies marathoning on TV, decorating her home, but she didn’t think she would ever be able to celebrate it as she had done once before.

𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘿𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙋 that afternoon was quite a break. She went from looking at a scarecrow hanging on the lamppost to beautiful wedding dresses hanging from the racks. She always loved coming there, it made her feel like a princess, in some ways, not that she ever went as far as trying one on, marriage wasn’t something that had ever been in her radar. When she finally spotted Florence, a smile tugged at the end of her lips, and she waved. ❛ Hey, I was wondering if you’re free for lunch? ❜ Seeking company was almost something she did in desperation when she couldn’t bare being alone inside her house. ❛ If you’re not is cool too, I mean, I’ll forever hold it against you, but it’s totally cool. ❜ 

[florencemarathi]

“i’ll be with you in a moment.” florence replied as soon as she recognized the friendly music of the door bell.

most of the autumn rush was done, but she still had so many tasks to take care of. obviously, she made sure to give her other employees plenty of time to recover after the numerous weddings they just survived. in other words, it meant that flora was doing most of the job, being the first to walk in the morning and the last to go back home when it was pitch black. she was not complaining, not even a little bit. it kept her busy. she preferred it this way. she was preparing herself for the slow season. she simply could not understand people who wanted to get married during winter time. sure enough, it could look beautiful, but you had to be blessed by a guardian angel for the snow to remain pristine and white instead of losing your veil in a flurry or staining the train with some sand and dirty snow. most brides did not listen to her, unaware she basically grew up in a never ending canadian winter. she tried every techniques to convince them to at least wait for march, in vain. apparently she had a big ceremony to plan within a couple of weeks only. there was no time to waste.

“lunch? i’m always free for lunch!” there was no time to wait, except for this specific reason. she basically ran to the front door, greeting her friend with a warm hug before she walked backwards. “oh, you know i can’t have that on my conscience! by the way, when was the last time i turned down an occasion to hang out with you, eh?” florence poked her tongue out and disappeared for a few moments, grabbing her jacket and bag. “i’m starting to believe you might be a mind reader, because i thought about you this morning! and now you’re here!” on their way out, she turned the sign on the sorry we’re closed side and locked the doors, following catalina.

[logan-adama]

“Titi Florence, you have truly outdone yourself this time.” Ángel laughed softly as they sat on his back porch and watched Jaden and Ayden playing with the new toys Florence had gotten them. He was pretty sure she had never shown up empty handed and half of his house was filled with toys for his kids. At this point, he barely had to buy them toys when Florence was involved. “You have lunch yet? I was just about to make us something. How was your week? Tell me everything,” he told her as he got up and stepped over to kiss the top of her head briefly, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “You look good. I mean you always do but you know what I mean.” @florencemarathi​

[florencemarathi]

"i wanted to disagree, you know, out of humility but...” florence waved happily at ayden who called out her name, pointing at a new cool feature he found out about the toy. “i’m really proud! you should see what i bought for next time. you’ll be jealous!” it was the barbie sweet orchard farm playset with the whole squad and the horses. she could not forget the horses. it was currently her coffee table in the living room of her apartment, while she waited for some more free time to wrap them up. buying the kids presents became her love language and she would not change a thing about it, the smiles on their faces were priceless. just like the look she gave angel when he mentioned the magical word. she cupped her own face happily “i want lunch, please!” the happy clapping of her hands sped up when he kissed her head. she thanked him with a nod her head and a wave of timid giggles. when she felt his hand on her shoulder, she remembered to relax them. ijust like whenever she was in his presence, she instinctively felt calm and at peace.

“the world is too cruel for precious souls like yours, mon ange.” florence replied before telling the kids to be careful as she explained she was going to help their father with the food. obviously she would keep an eye on them from the window, but still. “considering i only met with one bridezilla at work... my week was alright! it’s even better now that i’m with you! how about you? ‘got any fun things happening? have you watched those bento box lunches videos? they’re so cute! we should make some for the kids sometime, i’m sure they’d love them!”

[lauraharricrs]

Including me.

The Haunting of Bly Manor episode 1: The Great Good Place

[florencemarathi]

CLOSED ► @lio-young​

WHERE: Florence’s apartment in Amory Village

WHEN: March 2nd 2019, 7 am (throwback)

florence had tried every possible tricks in the world. she breathed in and out slowly, imitating lio’s peaceful rhythym. he looked so beautiful with his face painted by moonlight. she resisted the urge to kiss his perfectly shaped lips, scared of waking him up. the woman had tried counting sheep, she tried picturing positive fantasy scenarios. taking photos at the premiere of her first movie with her parents by her sides, visiting places she had never been before like sweden or india, designing a stunning wedding gown with the perfect amount of lace and beading, sharing a new year’s kiss with... samuel. she jumped out of bed. the last thought sent an electric shock through her entire body. she bragged her blush silky bathrobe from the hanger and shut the door behind her, hurrying to the living room.  she refused to share the same bed as lio one more minute.

amory was asleep but her own mind was as noisy as new york city in the worst traffic. instead of car horns and loud pedestrians, it was this voice urging her to escape. escape from what? she did not even know herself. but, she needed to run far anfd fast. she needed to hide. she needed to be alone. she needed to talk to lio. florence did not want to wake him up, so, instead, she crashed on the couch and just stared blankly ahead. the television was shut off, but it was like she watched a movie. she remembered the conversations she had with samuel’s friends after the accident. they were telling her that he was driving to new york to buy a suit for their wedding. she remembered her parents coming to sleep with her in their house. she was terrified and needed to be put to bed like a child. she remembered every detail about this same day, two years ago, when she attended samuel’s funerals. she remembered seeing his family hug and hold hands while she sat on her bench of the church with her own parents by her side. she felt so disconnected from everything.

the woman had felt this way until lio walked into her life. it was like the movie started again, he came up to her at the right time and place the same way samuel had done three years earlier. lio was absolutely perfect. there was no other way to describe him. caring, attentive, oh so loving. he was patient with her, even though everything happened kind of quickly. flora experienced this sort of emergency., scared that if she let him slip away she would never live another love story. it was like her second chance. nobody would deny second chances.

nobody but her, apparently.

the sun was not yet rising but she wandered around her apartment. she put a blanket in the dryer to wrap her tired body with warmth and comfort, knowing that she would never get to enjoy lio’s again. she tried to eat, but her burnt piece of toast ran cold on a plate. she just sat on the couch and thought. she thought of how she was going to tell him how much he meant to her. she thought of how she wished she could hug him and never leave his embrace. she thought of how...

florence  faked a grin, a sad one, when she felt his presence next to her. he did not even need to make a sound, she knew he was there. he had this talent of filling a room with some sort of energy that could heal every wound.

“oh, you’re up already?”

[florencemarathi]

I N T R O D U C T I O N

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[florencemarathi]

CLOSED ► @matthew-joy​

WHERE: Matthew’s place

“you’ll tell me if you need help, right?” florence repeated for quite possibly the fourteenth time in less then a few hours. it was not that she did not trust matthew, she did, blindly, but she felt bad to sit in the corner of his workplace and just watch. she felt useless, she absolutely hated that. “you know, bob the builder is jealous of me! have you ever seen me build ikea furniture? call me the queen of sweden because i’m just that good!” she was gesturing as she spoke, trying to prove her point to her friend. after a long sigh she neatly folded the piece of fabric she was working on, some white shilk bed that needed to be bedazzled for a client, and stood up. she rolled up the sleeves of her cardigan and grabbed the hammer that was left unsupervised. it was heavy, she had to hold it with two hands. “if i give you puppy eyes will you at least let me hit on a nail before we apply the patina?”

she had this project to turn an old dresser into some sort of cabinet for pins, glitter, buttons and all sorts of accessories that might come in handy at the shop. she thought it would add a special touch to the backstore. mostly, it would keep her busy and give her a reason to waste her time organizing everything into small jars and containers. basically, she wanted an excuse to keep her mind busy, pretty much like what she was doing with matt. “pretty please with a cherry on top? you can’t say no to a cherry on top!”

[florencemarathi]

justanotherrpmeme​:

bold which habits your muse has

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

[heartdeepika]

[florencemarathi]

CLOSED ► @ezragivens​ 

WHERE: Anchor Shot

"i wonder why they put fruit slices on the edge of the drinks. don’t laugh, it’s such a waste! look at this piece of orange, it looks so sad because nobody wants to eat it. well, nobody but me.” were the words florence managed to mumble after she chugged down her third refill of sex on the beach. it never really took her much to get tipsy, but she was on a whole other level. she could blame it on the alcohol all she wanted, the reason for such comfort was sitting beside her. there was something about ezra, something mysterious. maybe it was the fact she did not talk much or that she still hung out with her after everything she put her through, all of the late night conversations on the phone about her past or her turmoil regarding the comic books she was reading. she did not push florence away, it was quite the opposite. that alone was a rare sight, just like the other woman. flora had noticed it since the moment she stepped in the store, but it was finally hitting her. ezra was one of the most gorgeous people she had ever laid eyes on.

“ez, i have something to tell you.” the woman leaned closer to her friend. “shhh, it’s a secret.” she brought a shaky finger to her lips.