𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 / 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺

private & selective indie. penned by lottie.

[lunasnowes]

Nice. | Diana Silvers in Booksmart (2019), dir. Olivia Wilde

[heavenhillgirl]

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𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽 !            ╱

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𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒸𝓈.

olivia       :      mhm, i do. and maybe some hyperbole after that lmao olivia       :      baby, you’re so good to me .. olivia       :      just don’t work too hard, okay ? you’ve got enough going on already.  olivia       :      gross and romantic is totally fine by me :-) olivia       :      hey .. i love you too, nix.  olivia       :      so much ! olivia       :      may or may not already be working on your anniversary gift as well.

NIXON  : wow .. i love it when you talk dirty to me  NIXON  : i won’t. but i’ve got to make up for how much i’ve been away from you, anyway. NIXON  : sickeningly sweet huh :-) NIXON  : can i see you soon ? now, preferably NIXON  : exciting .. give me a clue NIXON  : preferably a big one, because i’m not good at guessing games

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𝓌𝓊𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓀‌.

@grcvitate.

“sorry about the mess.” jack’s not used to having people over to her place — much less complete strangers. before they’d left the bar, she’d warned her newly-acquired companion about the assortment of animals they’d find there, but it didn’t make her anymore reassured that they weren’t going to duck out the moment they discovered just how many pets she had crammed into her tiny little house. then again — it didn’t matter what they thought of her house — the main point was the bedroom, after all. she leads them through her crowded entryway, littered with pet toys and dog-fur-covered blankets. she glances over her shoulder as she hangs up her coat. “just, uh, make yourself at home — can i get you anything to drink?”

        he nods at her words, brows furrowing as he takes in his chaotic surroundings, cautiously stepping over stray toys. ace looks from his surroundings to the girl of interest, busied with asking questions he was used to hearing when visiting a friend. not the response of someone who his lips were locked with moments prior, with expectations for the impromptu chaos to proceed past the hallway, through the kitchen and eventually into the bedroom. instead, ace swings his arms at his sides, blinking slowly at her query.    “ you do know that i’m not a neighbour you’ve invited ‘round to borrow some sugar, right ? ”     he feels a slight pang of regret from being so forward, though still confused by how polite and considerate she was being. but, god, he wasn’t remotely interested in waiting for her to choose a glass, and slowly pour him a drink, whilst time was being wasted.    “ when are you gonna’ cut the pleasantries ? ”    ace continues to tease, before he opens his mouth again, hoping to say her name, though, not confident he knew it, instead he immediately presses his lips shut.    “ or, do you really need to take things slow ? ”

[sharmans]

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𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽 !            ╱

[grcvitate]

𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒸𝓈.

brody      :      ooooooooh. brody      :      my .. natal chart ? huh ? brody      :      well, i’m not gonna try to convince you otherwise haha brody      :     i think you know what i mean but it’s cool, i know you’re shy brody      :     tell me later ? you gonna come over ? brody      :     you’re killin’ me like this, i hope you know that. i hate being teased with info. brody      :     the boy is fine lmaoo 

KARINA  : oh, we have so much work to do. KARINA  : don’t call me out here ... i’m not as shy as i used to be  KARINA  : yeah, can i ? i can see you another time, too KARINA  : i’m pretty sure i’ve left my rosary at yours so i just wanna see if i can find it KARINA  : and there’s nothing dramatic to tell you, don’t worry :-) KARINA  : i’ll be in and out before you know it KARINA  : ( unless you wanna watch a movie or play patty cake )

[normvni]

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𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽 !            ╱

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𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒸𝓈.

laura      :      you don’t think it’s a bad thing, do you ? laura      :      i’m a simple gal, i know what i want. laura      :      okay with surprises ?? are you kidding ? i love them. laura      :      i also love hints, though, so you gotta give me at least one. laura      :      you can try buying me flowers, yeah :-) laura      :     i’m excited too. you probably could guess that .. laura      :     not really a rebel, it’s just .. what i do isn’t his business.

CASPIAN  : we’ll have to see, could be interesting CASPIAN  : you are far from my usual type lol CASPIAN  : very simple, by the sounds of it CASPIAN  : so, you’re not the micromanaging, controlling type ? that’s good to know. CASPIAN  : but tbh, when i say surprise, it means idk what i’m gonna do yet, so it’ll be a surprise to me until i think of something :-) CASPIAN  : as far as hints go ... i’m thinking candle-lit and outdoors CASPIAN  : got a favourite flower ? or can i just go wild ? CASPIAN  : still a rebel ...

[grcvitate]

𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽 !            ╱

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𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒸𝓈.

wesley      :      wasn’t funny before u explained it either :/ wesley      :      haha holy shit wesley      :      now i just feel like you’re fuckin with me .. wesley      :      are you fuckin with me, piper ?  wesley      :      i won’t lose .. so you’ll never get touched by these hands, lady. wesley      :      i’m mad too :/ wesley      :      wouldn’t be surprised if you actually wrote it down somewhere lmao

PIPER  : when i’m the next john mulaney, you’ll regret that :/ PIPER  : sure i am ... lmao PIPER  : sike haha got you there ! totally wasn’t serious haha  PIPER  : alright, so it’s a bet. one that i’ll win.  PIPER  : i want to scream :) PIPER  : in glitter gel pen ? absolutely. PIPER  : so, are you busy this weekend, bud ?

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𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽 !            ╱

[grcvitate]

𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒸𝓈.

olivia       :      alliteration … hot 🤤 olivia       :      mmm i’m really glad you think so ! olivia       :      hope you know by now you don’t need to spoil me, though i am always appreciative :-) olivia       :      i’m already pretty positive i’ll love it tbh. whatever it is. olivia       :      yeah, many.  olivia       :      like i said, very grateful for your mouth since i happen to like you just the way you are.

NIXON  : like that ? should i continue with metaphors next, you nerd  NIXON  : but you deserve to be spoiled, all the time NIXON  : don’t worry, there won’t be fanfare and confetti, i’m just working really hard to make this something we won’t forget NIXON  :  look at me. gross and romantic, huh. NIXON  : hey .. i love you, olivia NIXON  : so much

[dailycherylblossom]

[grcvitate]

        “ landry. ”    analeah coos, announcing her presence within his abode, heels tapping against the hardwood floor as she approaches the male.    “ it’s been very quiet from you, in regards to your task. is it safe to say i can expect a personal victory ? ”    she wastes no time before addressing her focus, thoughts consistently running from one priority to the next, baring little concern for adapting these for others. her curiosity stemmed from concern, almost, as she needed reassurance that she was not at risk of losing the dyad’s, however distasteful, ‘ bet ’ and her slumbers could become rid of the thought. her steps come to a halt, head cocking to the side.    “ it’s really  .  .  .  hard for me to imagine you’ve made much progress. ”  

closed starter for @pvrachute !

[lilscollins-archive]

[grcvitate]

𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓎𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈.

       “ i’m not asking for an apology. ”    dom relays calmly, concern etched onto his features as he attempts to survey the damage caused. head hovers downwards to allow him to investigate to a better degree, lips pursed in concentration.  “  does it hurt  ?  do you need more ice  ?  ”  the pair are on completely different wavelengths, focussing on entirely unrelated matters  ––  with her being his current  &  top priority. domenico’s taken aback by her accusation, eyes widening  &  brows raised to convey his surprise.  “  what  ?  ”  voice drops to a lower volume, fear of being overheard driving him before he speaks once more.  “  i was looking at her because i think she might be someone we’ve been trying to bring in  ––  ..  ”  he’d recognized the individual from some of his case files  &  hadn’t realized that felicity had been observing him so heavily  (  maybe he could’ve explained  &  avoided this debacle in its entirety  ).  “  &  her swing at you just makes me believe it even more.  ”  a sigh pushes past his brims at the mess he’d unknowingly made, intentions shifting purely to damage control as dom clears his throat.  “  believe it or not, you’re the only person i’ve arrested  &  then let  ‘  pounce  ’  on me  ––  usually not my go-to route.  ”

        “ don’t use my fight with her as a reason to bring her in. i’m not gettin’ involved in any snitching activities. ”    she concludes with defiance, arms folding over her chest tightly. the care, the overwhelming worry present in his features makes her stoic front almost falter, regret aching at her raw knuckles. she wants to find a way to apologise without that fateful word leaving her lips. instead, she settles for    “ i shouldn’t have caused a scene . . . ”    and hangs her head low, but still, adding a light roll to her eyes, to mitigate appearing to feel intensely about the ordeal. she’s not used to this, someone desiring to look over her, at least, not without an ultimatum in place, or eventual betrayal. she still awaits the latter. she absentmindedly taps her cheek, and looks at her finger, pleased that blood hadn’t broken the surface.    “ i’d say with us, it was less of a pounce and more of a ‘ why does she look so hot bent over a cop car ? ’ situation. ”    she laughs with satisfaction at her quip, eyes full of pride.    “ it’s fine, though. i’m more concerned that you’re not gonna’ want to kiss me anymore. ”    she gestures towards her face, in a circular motion of her hand, the minute damage to her face causing her some anxiety. she strayed away from physical altercation, aware that although her mind was well-equipped for carrying out complex drug transfers, she couldn’t protect herself, even in a one-to-one situation. the rarity of the occurrence stands out, making her seek reassurance in ways she isn’t proud of.    “ talk about frankenstein’s monster. ”

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𝓌𝓊𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓀.

“yeah, yeah, fucking him up,” jackson laughs, egged on by torrance’s amusement. “he deserves it — after what he did? god, egging him is letting him off easy.” he shakes his head, a small smirk on his face. he raises his eyebrows at torrance’s comment, emboldened by his latest sips of whiskey. “oh, so that’s your thing, huh? protectiveness? there’s… more where that came from. lots more.” he leans in further, following her lead, the air between them feeling thick with possibility. he tips the whiskey bottle into her glass, pouring her a healthy serving, then topping his off as well. as her next words fill the room, the air leaves his lungs and the smile drops off his face. it’s easy to want to dodge the question, change the subject, but this is torrance — he has to be honest with her. “no…” he says quietly. “no, they haven’t. you know what, though… i’m used to it. it’s fine.” he tips back his whiskey glass, letting the bitter taste mask his pain yet again.

       “ i mean, i’m happy to pretend i need protecting if it means i get to have you lookin’ after me. ”    she smirks, afore letting the freshly poured whiskey coat her tongue. furrowing her brows, torrance looks at him earnestly. she hates seeing him like this, so broken, dejected. she resists the strong urge to lean forward for a tight embrace. instead, she nods slowly at his words, lips turning to a frown.    “ oh —— i’m sorry, j. ”    she responds lowly, loosening one hand from the crystalline glass she held, to briefly squeeze his thigh.    “ parents are the worst. ”    she pulls her hand away, concern transforming into hope, as an idea flows into her mind.    “ i know exactly what’ll cheer you up. ”    torrance chimes confidently, hopping up from jackson’s sofa to retrieve her phone, fingers typing frantically. music begins to play from her phone, and her face alights, slow movements as she spins to the tune. she couldn’t decipher whether it was a torrance-ism, to have a sudden idea and run with it, or it was the alcohol slowly hitting her bloodstream, but she continues swaying to the sounds, before reaching forward to grab both of jackson’s hands, from his seated position. she places them both at her hips.    “ dance party for two ? there’s a nine outta’ ten chance that i won’t remember how terrible you are at dancing if you ply me with enough to drink. ”

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𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑒𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈.

it  wasn’t  out  of  the  ordinary  for  the  wide - eyed  femme  to  be  in  a  state  of  bewilderment     (     whether  it  be  positive  or  negative     )     but  she  was  solemnly  this  taken  aback  .  plush  petals  part          /          there’s  a  long  pause  before  she  musters  a  coherent  sentence  ,  tripping  over  every  other  word  that  wiggles  its  way  out  .     ❛     if  it  matters  then  don’t  act  like  it  doesn’t  ,  it  plays  with  my  head  !     ❜     she  says  ,  reaching  out  with  clear - polished  nails  to  grab  a  shift  that’s  already  been  packed  away  in  the  bag  .  it  isn’t  in  her  nature  to  complicate  things  ,  too  much  of  a  pushover  ,  but  leo  conjures  up  responses  she  never  knew  were  in  her  .     ❛     don’t  tell  me  to  go    —–    take  two  seconds  and  LISTEN  to  me  ,  for  once     :     i  was  at  lunch  with  my  coworker  lucas  .  i  don’t  know  what  you  heard  or  saw  ,  but  he  just  asked  me  to  hang  out  during  our  break  and  we  were  both  hungry  .     ❜     and  sure  ,  there  was  a  certain  way  that  lucas  tended  to  look  at  her     (     chin  down  ,  blue  eyes  glancing  up  behind  blonde - tinted  lashes     )     but  none  of  that  mattered  when  what  georgie  wanted  was  leo .   or  at  least  a  leo  that  wanted  her  back  .

        “ oh, lucas, yeah ? ‘course. ”    leo scoffs, a childish tantrum in full swing. he doesn’t miss a beat before continuing.    “ you mean the guy that follows you around like a fucking lost puppy ? ”    he was being vindictive now, unnecessarily, insecurities almost reaching the surface. leo didn’t think he was a good boyfriend ( or, whatever title you’d give their relationship ) and he didn’t believe he could ever be : his careless, unpolished nature serving him no favours, in comparison to the successful, purposeful men he saw. he looks at georgie momentarily, mind flooded with sole thoughts of how he was undeserving of her affection.    “ now, you listen to me. ”    leo remarks pointedly, now giving up on focusing on packing his belongings, line of sight focused on hers.    “ if you don’t think that he’s eventually going to want to be more than you’re friend, you’re either delusional or lying to me. ”    he doesn’t raise his voice, only speaks slowly, a disconcerting calmness to his tone. he views georgie as careless, no regard for the potential for their relationship to be judged and dissected by the press, but a part of it was rooted in paranoia, and paranoia alone.    “ i don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come to my next shoot. spend some more time on lunch dates with lucas, and i’ll see you when i get back from paris. ”

[grcvitate]

𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑒𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈.

harmless  flirting  .  that  would  have  stung  ,  but  enough  to  recover  with  grace  and  move  on  with  their  lunch  with  grim  smiles  until  he  ultimately  forgot     (     because  shit  happens  ,  people  make  dumb  choices     )     but  that   .  .  .   slip - up  .  she  hadn’t  even  needed  to  finish  to  have  him  sucking  in  a  heavy  breath  .  of  course  ,  she  had  ,  carving  a  white  hot  hole  into  his  chest  .  justin  wanted  to  look  at  her  to  see  if  there  was  any  semblance  regret  ,  if  this  admission  pained  her  as  much  as  it  pained  him  ,  but  eyes  stayed  trained  on  the  table  .  if  he  were  to  look  up  now  ,  what  would  he  see  in  her  ,  but  the  better  question  would  be  ,  what  would  she  see  in  him  ?     this  broken    &    fragile  thing  ?     how  fucking  pathetic  .  or  maybe  ,  she  would  see  the  rage  had  began  to  spread  like  poison  ,  contorting  this  pain  into  hatred  .  at  her  ?    a  little  .  but  more  for  the  man  on  the  other  side  of  the  room  .     ❛     are  you  fucking  kidding  me  ?     ❜     he  says  ,  voice  dry    &    broken  ,  but  the  anger  is  irrefutable  .     ❛     how  ?     how  do  you  slip  up  and  let  that  happen  ?     ❜     hands  pulsate  against  the  glass  ,  half  a  mind  to  shove  it  off  the  counter  and  watch  it  shatter  on  the  ground  .  but  that  would  be  extra  work  for  the  employees  .  the  only  person  that  deserved  to  deal  with  shit  today  was  that  guy  .     ❛     i’m  gonna  kick  his  ass  .     ❜     he  growls  under  his  breath  ,  standing  from  the  table  to  make  his  way  over  .

        “ justin, i’m so —— ”    sayen begins, a futile attempt at an apology, interrupted by the rising of his body, sending her cognisance into immediate flight mode. she wishes they would sit there, she could explain how, and why, she let him touch her. exactly why she lied, and how his touch did nothing to her in comparison to justin's.    “ fucking hell. ”    she hastily slides out of the booth, wide, messy steps tracking after the male, both hands reaching forward to grab onto the back of his shirt. forcing her petite body to stand firm in front of his, she frantically holds and grips at his chest, his neck, his face, all in a continuous cycle, whilst pleading. desperation scratches at her throat, threatening to break. she wasn’t remotely prepared for his brash reaction, unaware of the ease at which her disloyalty visibly could get under his skin, that passionate anger. she dismisses the thought, but a fraction of her mind is consumed by the evident power she held over his emotions. it was twisted, wrong and cruel to relish in such power, but it was that power she craved, in all walks of her life.    “ look at me, look at me. please. ”    the panic is tangible, only rising when she temporarily looks back at her temporary beau, his eyes tacked onto the dyad’s antics.    “ look at me, baby. ”    she repeats for the third time, hands now roughly settling on the sides of justin’s countenance, trying to force his gaze on hers, breathing harsh and fast.    “ don’t, i can fix this  .  .  .  all of it. let’s go, now. ”