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i may b sad but did u see my outfit

#musings; shes already running wild

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#musings; shes already running wild #long live the queue

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Ayça Aysin Turan as Firuze in Zemheri (episode 8)

#visage; shes more like a shot of whiskey

madcofrainbows‌:

‘Oh, come to the party! She’ll be there and I’m sure she’d love to see such a… fervent fan’ Johanna had heard from one of Giannina’s colleagues as she searched for the ballerina backstage, obtaining the address from a woman who had winked at her as if she was in on a secret not even Johanna knew anything of. Alas, after thinking it through a few minutes (’She wouldn’t want me there, I can’t just show up’ ‘We haven’t talked since the wedding’ ‘Intense much?’) the brunette adventured to the place she’d been pointed to, nervousness washing over her.

Once she arrived at the place and was allowed in for some reason (Jo suspected on a certain colleague), blue eyes searched for a familiar face in a sea of tutus, buns and make-up nervously, carrying with her a bouquet of pink roses. Then he heard her name from a familiar voice, a voice that somehow always managed to give her goosebumps; her lips twitching up into a nervous smirk at the sight of the ballerina approaching her “Hi” she greeted, using her free hand to scratch the back of her neck “Me neither, to be honest,” Johanna whispered back with a nervous chuckle, chewing onto her lower lip, the bouquet of roses pressed between them. “One minute I was in Hamptons, writing, and the next I was taking a bus back to town. I uh…” the music producer paused, licking her lips. “I got the ticket right after the wedding, I just had to see you. You are— art. What you do up there… I don’t know enough words to express how captivating you are when you’re on stage and English is an ugly, fucked up language to express myself anyways” she started to ramble before shaking her head, looking up and handing the roses to the other brunette. “You killed it. I knew you would but—it was nice seeing it live.”

Of the hundreds of people who had approached the ballerina throughout the night, it was the brunette before her that she was most excited to see. The party had been in full force, and an idle thought crossed her mind of what would have happened had she not found the producer within the throng of partygoers; would she have even known Johanna had shown up? But the thought was short-lived, as a grin stretched across her features. It didn’t matter why she was there, or how she’d gotten in. All that mattered to Giannina was that she was there.

Thankful for the face full of makeup to cover the blush that covered her cheeks, the ballerina took the flowers from the DJ, raising them to her face to take a small whiff of the aroma. “Well, I’m really glad you’re here.” She mused, shifting her body weight from one foot to the other. She needed to get out of her costume; she wanted to be able to embrace the woman properly. “You’re the absolute sweetest, you know.” Reaching out, Giannina’s hand found Johanna’s, linking their fingers and giving the other’s hand a light squeeze. “Thank you. And I’m glad of all the shows I’ve been in, you saw this one.” Pulling the brunette away from the throng, she headed towards the dressing rooms. She was desperate to shed her costume, but didn’t want to spend another second apart from the woman. “C’mon, I need to change out of this real quick, it’s terribly uncomfortable.”

#threads; shes hell on wheels #c; johanna

Giannina flopped onto the couch, throwing her legs across the redhead’s lap. “Is it wrong to say I can’t wait for R&J to be over?” She whined, tugging her hair out of its tight bun. The show was a roaring success, which she hated boasting about to the redhead, who should have been dancing the prima role. “Don Quixote has been announced as the summer show, which sounds fun but I feel like it’ll be competitive as hell between me and Callie for Kitri.” Wrinkling her nose, the brunette lifted herself up on her elbows, raising an eyebrow at her friend. “What have you been up to, anyways? I feel like I don’t get to see you as much anymore.”

@dancelikesamcarlson

#threads; shes hell on wheels #c; samantha

sunshineandolliepops‌:

Ollie listened to the ballerina gush over her new show, which made his heart very happy. He adored every one of his friends, and really related to those part of the theatre world, so hearing that Giannina was in a good place made him equally as happy. “Yay, you!” he squealed as he walked alongside of the girl, clutching the strap on his backpack. “It’s a classic, so like how cool is that you get to be part of that in a modern way!” He tilted his head at her with raised brows then. “Would ya wanna do a summer show?! If ya love it so much like, I think you should go for it, girl!”

Giannina laughed, looping her arm through the other’s, strolling through Times Square. “It’s one of the best shows our company puts on, they spare no expense for the classics.” Wrinkling her nose, the brunette shook her head. “I don’t even wanna think about the summer show yet. This one runs through the end of June, but auditions start for Don Quixote around the first week of June. I was promoted to a principal dancer this year, babes, and if I want to keep that status, I need to keep doing shows. I’m already studying for the role of Kitri.”

#threads; shes hell on wheels #c; ollie

italiamira‌:

Gigi may have a day off but Italia didn’t, especially when Moncler Global needed someone to fill in for a model at short notice for their skiing line. Even as it was fast approaching summer that meant that campaigns for fall were being shot, so winter sports were on the cards. Luckily the model ran on the cold side, in more ways than one, so she wasn’t overheating too badly. Not to mention the way they were going with the shoot she was wearing less rather than more, an all in one ski suit without a top underneath kind of vibe. Seeing her friend she broke out into a bright smile, quickly melting into an amused smirk at the sound of her threatening to give security a black eye. “Yes, I’m sure you could have taken him for sure. And no, not normally, but it gives me a good idea of what I want to buy a lot of the time because if it’s comfortable for a shoot then…” She shrugged. “Sometimes if I really like something in particular they let me keep it though, like a Zuhair Murad dress I shot in a couple of months ago, they let me keep that.” Nodding as she was given the heads up they were changing the lease the model walked over to her friend to sit down.

The ballerina took in the sight of the photoshoot in awe, her eyes scanning the entire set. When she was nineteen, Giannina was approached by a talent agency to model, but the brunette was so hell-bent on going professional with her ballet that she brushed it off without a second thought. Wrapping one arm around the model, Giannina embraced her friend, a small laugh escaping her lips. “I may only be five foot four, but I do kickbox on my days off and can throw a pretty hard right hook.” She boasted, tossing her hair over her shoulder in a grandiose fashion. She took in the outfit her friend was wearing, nodding in approval. “Well, I don’t ski, since I don’t wanna risk a career-ending injury, but if I could get away with walking through the city in that, you’d have sold me on the brand entirely.” Beaming, the ballerina followed the model and took a seat beside her, tucking her phone under her leg. “How many more outfits are they having you do?”

#threads; shes hell on wheels #c; italia

larisms‌:

“Don’t mention it, I’m glad I could help– us girls should have each other’s backs, don’t we?” Lara smiled in return, pleased with how her little mission was going. So far at least. “Lara,” she extended her hand enthusiastically for the other to shake. “Five hours of sleep? Damn, I hope at least it was worth it, staying up late,” she quipped lightly. “I have most definitely seen you, I’m a big lover or arts– performing or otherwise. And I’ll be very disappointed in the… Universe and its laws if you don’t play Juliet,” Giannina hated peanuts? I have to call Jo! And the blonde mentally squealed in excitement– except she couldn’t call Jo, at least not right now. “I’ve never had the white chocolate latte before, but I could order it now? Review it on the spot for you,” she chuckled, always up for trying new things. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to find out more about the brunette.

“Always! I wish I could get the shine your hair has, honestly. Do you do a hair mask or something?” The ballerina asked, raising her drink to her lips for a small sip. Thankfully she still had an hour until she needed to really hurry towards the theater, and didn’t feel the need to rush the blonde’s conversation. Extending her own hand, the brunette shook the blonde’s quickly, smiling. “Well, it’s great to meet you, Lara!” A pause. “Lara! You were the maid of honor at a wedding I attended a couple weeks ago.” A sigh of relief left Giannina’s lips upon finally placing the familiar face. “It absolutely was, but this drink is how I’m gonna get through my performance this evening. I do in fact play Juliet, though until 2 weeks ago, I was playing Lady Capulet.” A quick chuckle left the ballerina’s lips; it still blew her mind having to learn a complete new role pretty much overnight. “It’s the best drink on their menu. Well, until the summertime, when they have a dunkaroo inspired blended coffee drink. I live on that drink for the three months it’s on the menu.”

#threads; shes hell on wheels #c; lara

dodgehawkins‌:

“What the fuck? He can’t just come here, make life a million times more harder for you and then just leave again….why bother even stopping to see you in the first place? To make him feel better about the way he left?” it was no secret that Dodge hated the man who had broken Gigi’s heart. He honestly wished he’d been with Gigi last night because then he could have made her ex leave faster. “You should have called me, Gigi. I would have come over immediately.” he’d drop anything and everything for his friends. Especially Gigi.

”I don’t- I don’t know, but I truly hate him for it. I didn’t hate him for leaving me, I was over it. But to come back and re-open a wound and leave again, I can’t..” Giannina straightened up, brushing her curled hair out of her eyes. Stepping towards him, the ballerina let her head fall onto his shoulder, looping her arm through his. “I know, I honestly just wanted to drink away the entire evening. I killed an entire bottle of wine after that.”

#threads; shes hell on wheels #c; dodge

lilacjones‌:

Lila arched a questioning eyebrow at the other brunette– she didn’t say much but there were traces of concern in the gaze following her as she made them drinks. Goddammit, it was him– the worst possible scenario for Giannina was her fiance appearing only to disappear all over again, both times without an explanation. “Fuck,” she muttered under breath and took a big gulp of her drink to prepare herself for whatever was coming. “I don’t know what to say. Some people… God, some people I will never understand. He clearly has some issues but believe me, you don’t deserve this. You’re not a puppet for anyone, let alone him to play with,” another swig as she looked over at the other. “Have you talked to him? Has him showing up affected your performance?”

Taking a long sip from her glass, the ballerina immediately reached for the bottle, nestling it between her thighs; she knew she’d need it close-by with the topic of conversation at hand. “I honestly could have gone the rest of my life without seeing him. I didn’t need ---king closure from him.” Giannina huffed, pushing her dark locks out of her face. “No, he showed up on my doorstep to talk to me about why he left, but then he was a ghost once again. But like, I was doing just fine not knowing why he left. I didn’t want to know. And now it’s like all the progress I’ve made since January has gone out the window.” Shaking her head, the ballerina pursed her lips. “Mm, no it hasn’t. I’m a damn professional. I was able to get up onstage a week after he left and gave the performance of my life. Thankfully he can’t take that with him.”