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Alexandra Daddario as Jade in Why Women Kill 1x02

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Lopaz Outfits: Toni Topaz

↳ 2x20

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scenario: carmella is a photographer and was booked to do a session with your character, that is either refusing it or to pay it. open to: m / f / nb

          ♡ —– ‘ LOOK, i was booked to come here and take photos ---- if you're having a last minute crises i honestly don't care, it's a freakin' couple of photographs, no one's about to eat your arm or some shit like that.Now, will you please just ---- sit or smile or whatever so i can take a decent picture of you?  ‘

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venomouswhims·

“i swear, this shit is fucking exhausting,” damian sighed, rubbing at his temples in frustration. according to his biased perspective, he was doing all that he could to keep her happy. yet, he felt as if nothing ever sufficed. having struggled with commitment issues for most of his life, finding himself in a monogamous relationship wasn’t exactly the most comfortable position to be in. opportunistic as ever, damian felt justified by his past. lately, it seemed that they had reached rock bottom in their situationship. far too blinded by pride, damian felt incapable of admitting that he possessed toxic traits. no one deserves to be ghosted, yet he couldn’t help but purposefully sabotage his relationships whenever he felt overwhelmed. after all, it was easier for him to get dumped than to man up and do the right thing, wasn’t it? 

shifting back on the couch, he shook his head and avoided her gaze, only to focus on the glass of whiskey in his hand. he swirled the drink and took a long swig, hoping and praying to the gods above that she would finally shut the hell up. he was selfish. that’s all there was to it, and as far as damian was concerned, his presence in her life was more than enough. in his eyes, she was lucky enough that he was wasting his time having this conversation when he could have been out networking with potential clients. “i’m here now, aren’t i? what are you gonna do with it?” he broke the silence, his tone stern and unapologetic as he slammed the glass of whiskey against the small coffee table in front of him. 

      HER HEART skipped a beat and her whole body jumped the moment she heard the cold glass slam against the coffee table before them. all she could do was stare at it, watching the drink jiggle about inside the glass as she convinced herself that this was fine ---- this toxic behaviour, conversation, environment was FINE. she was also trying to come up with the courage to say anything, anything at all. he had the amazing and unfortunate ability to make her feel so good and so small at the same time. but when he made her feel small, he really crushed her into the tiniest she could ever feel, her heart had been squeezed by him about a hundred times, and yet here she is ---- feeling so terrified, humiliated and merciful at his feet.  ‘ i ---- w-would you like another drink? ‘ that was it. that was all she could offer. heart dropping down to her stomach as she finally dared to glance at him, eyes glossy with the tears she so stubbornly  tried to pull back from falling onto her cheeks. 

she was so scared her offer wasn’t going to be enough, that he was going to get up and leave. she was brainstorming in her head, any ideas she could have to make him stay. make him look at her, touch her ---- give her some affection that she so desperately craved. ‘ i just ---- i really want to kiss you.. damian, i ---- just miss you.. ‘ she confessed again, a feeling of defeat taking over the blonde as she rose up to her feet heading over to the small bar with the display of various beverages, aka just an excuse to let the tears drop from her eyes again without letting him see,  as she began to prepare him the promised drink. ‘ d-do you want ice? ‘ what a stupid question in the middle of all of this. it really was. but the blonde was just trying to bring some normality to the situation, perhaps bring some normality to the situation ---- that wasn’t at all normal.

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dcviovs·

* // “you damn right i don’t like that shit. i never wanna see nothing but a smile on that pretty face of yours.” replied dante to the blonde’s words, grabbing her cheek he lifted her head up and looked deep into her eyes. “i know baby and i am sorry about it. i just couldn’t get off in time. y’know how my boss is about any time off.” he tried to justify himself by blaming it on others. “let me make it up to you though. today i’m all yours, whatever you want we’re doing.” he offered. although he could be a complete piece of shit sometimes, he truly cared about katherine, he did not want to hurt her in the slightest but sometimes it’s hard to break old habits. “i miss you too. never think otherwise. as for your friends there will be time later on to meet them. i promise.” he said wrapping his arms around her small frame and bringing her close to his body, placing a kiss on the top of her head. 

   THERE HE was ---- showing her exactly why she couldn’t give up on him. those words were enough to fill her stomach with butterflies right on the spot. to warm her features with a smile even ---- one that she undoubtedly tried to disguise as her hair strands fell just before her face, being almost impossible to hide once his hand lifted her head.  she was speechless, breathless ---- staring into his eyes made her feel lost , helpless, like she could drown into his soul and absolutely let him keep her shut in there. she was so bound to whatever words he said, so bound to his charm, his way of enchanting and pulling her right back in.. it was like an addiction, that she just didn’t know how to give up. ‘ i ---- i just want to stay close to you.. ‘ she responded weakly as her arms wrapped around the other, bringing herself closer to the male. ‘ why didn’t you at least answer my texts? i was so worried.. i even tried to contact you on your social media but.. couldn’t find you anywhere? ‘ it confused her truly. but perhaps he just wasn't the kind to hold a facebook or instagram account ---- or so she tried to convince herself of. 

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anvrchiist

a fuzzy head; and heavy limbs.. why didn’t she listen to her doctor? ashton, you have arrhythmia.. no not her.. she was a wildcard, unstoppable.. but here she was; what happened? did she faint- she remembered a dizzying sensation come up and hen it all circled black.. now she laid weak in a hospital bed; brown eyes were blood shot and weary. “-I- what the fuck happened?” she mumbled, wanting to sit up but the light cutting into a bitch of a migraine. “-uhm- 4?” she shrugged, if you count all the needles pressed into her veins- and the blinding light..

         THE BLONDE gave the other a reassuring smile, before calmly parting her lips to reveal to the other what had happened. ‘ you fell when you fainted due to your condition, we are going to need to run some tests on you before we can let you go. the doctor would also like to have a word with you before that.’ the blonde paused for a brief moment, she felt as she must give the other some time to process everything that she had just revealed, though surely, this must’ve been no surprise to the other. ‘ have you ever been medicated? ‘ 

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anvrchiist·:

“no I don’t. because this- us?? it’s not that deep, there’s better things to cry about.” he scoffed, hands pressed against his jean pockets; not even bothering to be in the least bit comforting. “clearly you don’t understand we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” busy with what? he was an unemployed trust fund baby, living off his parents’s hard earned money.. well he could get into trouble scot free, thanks to them working in law enforcement. “-I miss you too, I was going to take you out for lunch. y'know as your birthday present- just the two of us.. we can still do that if you wipe away those tears and suck it up.”.

     SHE WAS never sure if he meant the words that he said to her ---- the good or bad, she was never sure which ones to pick and stay with her ---- somehow she only seemed to remind herself of the bad , hurtful ones. or at least she thought they were. ‘ mh i guess... guess you’re right.. ‘ she lowered her head, as she always did, sunking her teeth onto her bottom lip as she tried her hardest to suppress that stingy, achy feeling in her heart ---- that he and only he managed to provoke on her. ‘ really? ‘ there was a clear tone of surprise to her voice there. ‘ i didn’t ---- even think you remembered.. ‘  she was finding it odd to believe, considering it had been nearly a month since they spoke. ‘ are you sure about that? we ---- it’s been a month.. i don’t even know what you’ve been up to.. ‘

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curiiouschild·

a scoff almost made its’ way out of colettes lips as she listened to the other speak. of course she didn’t expect her night to turn out this way. mugged outside one of the cities hottest night clubs. she winced as she turned towards the blondes face. she knew it wasn’t her fault, but she had to blame somebody, and she was there. “mental or physical?” she raised an eyebrow “— – ten, and ten yet again.”

    SHANA COULD always understand when patients felt rage and even a need to be rude to the staff at the hospital just as a way to release their anger from what happened to them, she was more than used to that. ‘ i’m ever so sorry. ‘ she apologized, while her eyes scanned through the documents laying before her. ‘ i can give you some more pain killers, even get you one of our psychologists to have a chat with you if you’d like? ‘ she offered, trying to put the other at ease.

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gcldcnhour‌:

open to: m/f/nb 

muse: circe monet 

connections: student, friend, fwb, stranger, new student, etc.

– // ** circe smirked at the other across from her. “you don’t seem like someone who likes to play it safe.” she pulled the book closer to her, thumbing through the dark pages. “i think we could have some fun, maybe go to the woods see what kind of trouble we can start up.” she loved playing with dark magic, the forbidden arts at her school. 

   JAMES cleared his throat before taking a look around him ---- he just had to make sure the other wasn’t perhaps speaking to someone else besides him. clueless about her assumption , the redhead simply shook his head, while holding the pizza box in his hands. ‘ mh ----  i just came here to deliver some pizza that was ordered about an twenty minutes ago? ‘ 

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znosyns‘

↳ eyes flew open, chest heaving forward. lungs opened, clamoring for air as if emerging from the ocean. a sharp pain in his neck made him groan and lie back down. axel looked in both directions, in which white walls engulfed everything. “where       how am      ” voice trailed off as the pain caught up with him. “ah      like a thousand, man.” then the image of the nurse came into view, red lips and long blonde hair. “aw shit, sorry, miss. hope i didn’t offend.” he smiled weakly.

     THE BLONDE replied with a slight smile to his, as she checked on the documents regards to why the other ended up there.  ‘ no offense taken, i’ve definitely been called worse. ‘ she joked regards to his assumption. ‘ mh, i can definitely raise up your pain killers, i will just insert some medicine through your veins, you already have a catheter on, so you won’t feel a thing.’ the blonde announced before gently taking the other’s hand and introducing the medicine through the catheter in his hand. ‘ so what do you last remember? ‘

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lovestoriies·:

muse //  yara mercado

open to //  male and female muses - +19

connection //  recent ex

plot //  yara fucked up ( cheated, went to jail when she promised to stop stealing, bailed on them a few too many times, you can go crazy with it ) and is now hoping that they’ll forgive her and they can try again.

maybe showing up at the end of their shift wasn’t the best idea, but she didn’t know how else to get to them. “look, i know you probably don’t want want to see me or talk to me.” she said as she walked with them as they bolted from the door. “but-but i just want to talk, please. i am really sorry, i miss you. please, just… please, can we just talk? please?” she begged, tears in her eyes. it felt like she couldn’t breathe without them. she missed everything about them and she felt so stupid for having acted the way she had. she had finally found someone she loved and completely fucked it up. typical.

    SORAIA COULDN’T scoffed as her eyes laid upon the other, lowering her head down as she scrubbed the table spilled with coffee stains the previous customer had just left behind.  ‘ you’ve got to be ‘effin kidding me. ‘ she muttered to herself, a sigh passing her lips as her hands began to shake, in fact ---- her whole body began to shake, in rage that the other dared to come to her work place, to haunt her ---- to mess with her yet again. ‘ go away. ‘ she simply said to the other while passing past her with her hands covered with the plates and cups she was holding, not even directing a single glance towards the girl. 

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    ; ♡ —– i have a couple of open starters HERE , if you’d kindly have a look and perhaps give me a reply or two, that’d be brill’.

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Tessa Thompson photographed by Andre Wagner for New York Magazine

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     ; ♡ —– i have a couple of open starters HERE , if you’d kindly have a look and perhaps give me a reply or two, that’d be brill’.