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@hvtemenvw
hvtemenvw: a semi-selective moderate activity indie rp blog loved by reu (23 , he/him , gmt). blog is still a work in progress but it's getting there!
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"the best friend rule book says i don't have to call you before i come over." giselle playfully sassed. cleo should have been used to her dropping by, especially whenever brandon did something to piss her off or hurt her, but she also just popped by to hang out sometimes too. the other woman could do the same thing at her place whenever she wanted to, so she saw no need for it to change now. or she wouldn't have before the awkward conversation at the party, but that had shifted things, and that was why she'd dropped by now. her opening line had clearly alerted cleo to how serious of a conversation this was, but luckily her plan to distract her worked, causing her to raise a brow at the response. "have you actually been too busy for any dates, or are you just hesitating?" she asks, mostly out of curiosity, but also out of a bit of concern. giselle wasn't the best at giving advice, especially about dating when her own relationship was constantly hanging on by a thread, but she at least tried for her. "but it's good that you're at least matching, and talking to, some options." she offered, gently nudging her best friend. "and while i do think that you should be putting yourself out there, things felt a little...weird at that party. i know you struggle with the dating thing, but i don't know, it felt like there was something more going on with you. you know you can tell me anything, right?"
"kinda a coincidence how the best friend rulebook backs up everything you say. are you bribing the author?" a smile peaked through her grave expression. the best friend rulebook was an old in-joke between them. it was so old that the first time giselle mentioned the best friend rulebook cleo believed it was real. she knew better now but was still willing to believe giselle's word on everything she claimed was written in it. cleo open and closed her mouth without saying a word. the directness of giselle's question made her feel exposed and with nowhere to hide. she saw through her excuses in a way most people didn't bother doing. "i'm hesitating a little but i swear i've been swamped at work as well. tourists won't book themselves in." she replied, running her fingers down a stand of hair. she didn't have to take as much overtime as she did but she enjoyed it ; it gave her a purpose and an excuse to avoid thinking about her personal life. "you know what they say ; if you don't get used to rejection you'll never do anything." she commented while forcing her lips into a smile that didn't meet her eyes. there were ways that arranging a date would be worse than rejection. she didn't want to lead some poor woman on when her heart was already spoken for. "there's nothing going on , i'm fine. i was just drunk and surprised to see you with brandon." the lie slipped easily off her tongue despite the hammering of her heartbeat. she quickly pushed the thought that she was a bad friend back where it came from. she had to focus on keeping her friendship giselle the way it was. change came with too much risk.
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SHE WISHES SHE FELT AS invincible everywhere as she does on stage, but despite the convincing act she puts on dean's assurance always take the smallest hit when margo waltzes into the center of her gaze. there's that immediate fire in the pit of her stomach that the drummer's decided can only be because of dislike. that doesn't explain why she keeps letting the other close enough to feel the faint imprint of her fingers around her waist even just by this innocent proximity now. « who let you in ? » she quips, arms crossing. it feels embarrassing to her now that the venue isn't bigger than this local club, that she can walk off of the stage and head to the bar without a single person in the crowd intercepting her. still, she keeps her head held high. « scouting out the competition ? »
every time margo lifted her boots off the grimy club floor the movements were accompanied by a squelch. the squelching did nothing to dampen the grin on her face. the only thing she loved more than cramped small venues were places she wasn't welcome. the combination of those two things made her feel like she hit the jackpot. she snickered at dean's withering gaze. "was my name on on the banned list with a heart next to it?" margo inquired, her head cocked to the side as she shot dean a wolfish grin. the intense loathing the drummer had for her made her insides feel warm. it was the same sensation she felt when people wanted her. "no deano, I'm not a spy." she answered with enough gusto to make her head bob. the accusation made her chuckle ; she wasn't cunning enough to be a spy. "can't a girl see an up-and-coming band without having ulterior motives?" she asked, stepping towards dean. she wasn't lying, there wasn't anything hidden about her motives.
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since her reunion with brandon, and cleo's oddly disappointed reaction to said reunion, it was safe to say that giselle's mind had been all over the place. it had only been a week since the party, and while she'd kept her promise to make time for both of her favorite people, her best friend's words were etched into her brain. she didn't know why cleo was biting her tongue all of a sudden when that wasn't how their friendship had ever worked — in fact, she'd always thought that they thrived as well as they did because of how open and honest they were with one another. but now that she knew something was up, she was determined to get to the bottom of it. after telling her boyfriend that she had plans for the entire day, giselle headed right over to cleo's place, letting herself in without warning as she always did. "knock, knock." she yelled out to get her best friend's attention. she had at least checked to be sure cleo was free for the time being, mostly so neither of them could try and find an excuse to get out of this unplanned heart to heart session, but she wouldn't be surprised if they still tried it. "hey, gorgeous." giselle teased as she walked into cleo's bedroom and made herself comfortable right on her bed. "i'm officially all yours for the day, so i figured we should talk." that certainly felt way too serious, yet she didn't know how else to state the obvious. "but first, how's your week been? did you take any of my advice and try to put yourself out there? tried opening up those dating apps lately?"
cleo hadn't expected anyone to interrupt her day off. her plan for the day was no plans. she envisioned spending the day lounging around her apartment without the pressure to perform or look presentable. she adored being around people ,hearing about their concerns and dreams, but having the occasional day to herself was revitalising. the yelling should have been disappointing ; it meant her plans had been ruined. but because it was giselle interrupting her schedule she was happy to make adjustments to her itinerary. "haven't you heard of messaging ahead?" she asked with a grin. she lifted her phone up off her chest before placing it on her nightstand. she was used to giselle arriving unannounced so the question was clearly a joke. "hi, beautiful." she commented as she shifted to give giselle room to sit down. there was a twitch of guilt in her chest but she swiftly shoved the feeling of guilt aside. it was inconvenient. she couldn't let that feeling change the way she acted around her best friend. "what about?" she asked, concern etched in her voice. it must have been serious considering giselle wanted to discuss the subject in person. "it's a bad sign that you're changing the subject before you've even told me what it is." she pointed out, eyebrows raised as she folded her legs. "but anyway, i've been good. too busy to schedule dates with any of my hinge matches but good."
open to: m/nb. muse: obi fuwape, 32-34, homosexual/homoromantic, supermodel.
"what even are we?" he asked, looking over at the other. "you won't tell anyone about us at all, you keep us a secret," he says, head tilted just a bit. "i'm just tired of being some secret, no one knowing that i'm yours," he says, sighing. "tired of coming back home from jetting across the world for a new campaign to just be some secret boy toy," he states. "especially when i'm seeing the way other people look at you and flirt with you. i don't like this shit."
joe scratched the back of his neck as he tried to think of an acceptable answer. he hadn't been in that many relationships that required a label. boyfriends sounded juvenile and didn't sit right with him. "we're partners." he replied, failing to keep his voice steady. he let out a sigh. "i'm just trying to protect you." it was the truth. joe hated the idea of obi being asked invasive questions about him in interviews or being chased down by people hoping to get a picture of them together. concealing their relationship was for his benefit. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you feel like you're a dirty little secret. you're not." joe apologised, inching closer. his relationship with obi was the best part of his life. it was too precious to share with anybody. he scrunched up his nose. "you don't have to worry about people flirting with me. i'm an aging has-been." he assured obi with a self-conscious smile. people still flirted with him but not as much as they ueed to. he wasn't a young attractive footballer anymore.
river's been careful to keep his distance. his head is a mess and he doesn't want to get caught up in what's become their normal routine and lose his nerve. even if it doesn't go the way he wants, it's for the best. river doesn't want to lose ashwin but he knows he can't keep doing this. the kissing and touching and not talking. "no? i mean... kind of?" river shrugs, running a hand through his hair. nervous habit. "i mean... no, it's not wrong, i just -" despite thinking about it nonstop, rehearsing exactly what he wants to say so many times, he can't quite manage to get the words out, "what are we doing?"
ashwin didn't blame river for questioning the state of their relationship. the foundation of their friendship had been obliterated by the recent development. ashwin's method of dealing with the shift in their relationship was by pretending it didn't happened. if he acted like nothing had changed then they didn't need to have a conversation that would further alter their friendship. at least, that was what ashwin wanted to believe. he knew river would want to talk about it eventually (he'd always been better at processing emotions than him). looking off to the side, he drummed his fingers on his thigh. "i don't know. some people would say we're dancing around each other." and those people would be right. "how do you think we should deal with this?"
"i'll remember that, my apologies," juniper told them with a laugh intermittent in her words. they were toe-ing a dangerous line. there was flirting between them before now. it happened in theater, of course it did. this though? her heart was racing. faster and faster. especially at the words 'fave person.' "more than used to it at this point. your fave person has been doing paper work with strange musical music behind her for years. if you can do your taxes to urinetown you can do it to anything." there's a pause. "if you want to, you can hang out in here with me. at least until i finish up."
shaking their head, isadora chuckled at juniper's apology. juniper underestimating the strength of their constitution wasn't the worst thing that had been said to them. "you can make it up to me by joining the party." they stated while moving their hand in a beckoning gesture. they thought it was a crime she was cooped up in her office. she deserved to celebrate as much as the cast did (she played a key part in the production). a giggle erupted from them in response to juniper's remark. she was funnier than anyone gave her credit for. "maybe, i should listen to urinetown next time i file my taxes. anger at capitalism and two thousands musical theatre would probably speed up the process." they speculated with a grin. isadora's eyes lit up. chatting to juniper was one of the few things that could tear them away from a party. "are you sure you don't mind me bothering you? doing paperwork is serious business."
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hugo did not put much thought into his amble towards the secluded table. it was a walk he'd done numerous times with his hands wrapped securely around tankard handles as he weaved through the rowdy patrons of the silver dagger. the tavern was a regular secret meeting point for himself and ginny. located at the end of a remote country lane, the tavern was a refuge from their responsibilities. within the damp walls of the tavern they didn't have to ponder the expectations placed upon them. they could converse and complain about the obstacles facing them. "gladys's finest ale for the finest lady in the silver dagger." he announced as he placed ginny's drink on the sturdy wood table in front of her. "you said our meeting was a matter of great urgency, is your mother attempting to match you with another loathsome suitor?" hugo inquired as he sat down on the chair opposite ginny.
Wir wollen Fußball spielen, Profis werden. Das geht nicht! Was geht nicht?
Mario (dir. Marcel Gisler) | 2018
"just some brand nonsense, ones i have no interest in, so it was a colossal waste of time. i mean, i'm not going to endorse something i don't actually use." something her manager hadn't quite yet accepted. granted, in the past holly would have went along with whatever her father and manager wanted - but once she'd turned eighteen, she'd decided she was done letting other's control her life. she'd do the deals and projects she liked, and wouldn't be bullied into the ones she didn't believe in. "bit of both?" she shrugged, the smile on her face not matching the subject. "i mean it's a lil hard to believe in love when your mother ditches you as soon as you're born. and i did spend most of my life on set. hell, my first kiss was on camera. i can act one hell of a romantic lead, but in real life? i'll stick to having fun with my friends over romance. we're only young once right? even if i did believe in romance, why let ourselves be tied down too early?" she'd always believed in living in the moment, mostly because she hadn't planned out her life enough, to live for the future. "if you're good with annoying some people... there was one time i knocked on random hotel doors pretending to be lost on the way to my room. kept a note of the people who were extra rude to be and 'accidentally' bumped into them whenever i saw them. i left the people who'd politely said no alone. for the people who had taken the time to try and help? i remembered their room number and went to the front desk to pay their bill. you can be chaotic, but still help some people. life's about balance, isn't it?"
“just some brand nonsense?” derya echo, incredulously. “sponsorship deals are a huge deal, that’s why they’re called deals.” she exclaimed as she leaned forwards. she couldn’t imagine getting bored seeing your face on perfume or sunglasses advertisements. “that’s a really ethical position. i don’t know you’ve survived so long in the business with morals like that.” showbiz wasn’t an industry for people with strong moral compasses. it was impressive that holly managed to turn out a decent person after being raised in the spotlight. derya was leaning so far forward it was a miracle she wasn’t tumbled out of the armchair yet. this was information she already knew but she was enthralled hearing it from holly. “the difference between your bio mom and people you’ll meet in the future is that they’ll meet you as a fully formed person. you’re easy to fall in love with.” she stated, tapping her hand on the chair’s arm. it was true, she’d been enjoying every moment she spent with holly. “you can have romance without tying yourself down to one person forever. have you never heard of good ol’ fashion flings?” she inquired with a smirk. derya was an expert at short term relationships. she loved having passionate relationships that ended suddenly before they could fizzle out. “that’s the most wholesome way of being annoying i’ve ever heard.” the grin on her face was wide and sincere. “balance isn’t my thing. i’m more of an all or nothing kind of girl.” nothing sounded more boring to derya than balance. she adored the thrill of living in extremes. “but your chaotic angel of karma scheme is sweet. you make balance seem fun.”
it doesn't happen often, but maisie is vaguely aware that their establishment occasionally hosts someone famous. mostly because her coworkers can never seem to stop gushing about it. maisie has always been more of an indie, low budget horror fan (or horror movies that came out decades ago) so she never seems to recognize most of the faces that come in. this patron was seemingly no exception. "no worries about that, i don't have twitter," maisie shrugs, leaning against the bar. not that she knows who this person is or why people would be talking about them on twitter. and if she was aware, maisie couldn't say with certainty that she would even care. "let's see if you still think i'm a genuis when i tell you i think you've had enough," she shakes her head, "i think it's time you called it a night. did you drive?"
part of isadora was disappointed by the bartender's lack of reaction. they'd been enjoying seeing excitement etched into strangers' faces when they recognised her. but another part of isadora was relieved the bartender viewed her as just another customer. that meant they could organically charm her using their personality. she let out a sigh ; she'd had too many vodka cranberries to process complex emotions. "wow, that's a super duper smart choice. twitter rots your brain." they nodded sagely as if they didn't spend hours upon hours scrolling through social media. "boo, you're no fun!" she exclaimed before setting her lips until a playful melodramatic pout. "i'm not that drunk. i can still speak in full sentences. want me to keep talking to prove it?" they sat up straighter to prove their sobriety. their speech was slightly slurred but they were lucid enough to hold a conversation. they hadn't tried walking or standing up in a while but they assumed they'd do an excellent job at those as well. "do you think i have dui vibes?" they asked in a faux offended tone. they hated driving sober, nevermind under the influence. "i'd never commit a felony. serenity's driver is going to drop me off."
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Rhett released a breathy laugh at the comment. If he only knew how true it was. The boy’s life existed behind silk screens and expensive taste; it was the perfect ruse for reality. One where he’d given up everything to appease his father, who he wasn’t even entirely sure loved him, certainly not in the way a parent should. What would his mother think? Would she have even thought twice about her husband’s behavior? He tried not to dwell on the unknown, a life Rhett would never be able to experience, but the questions came against his will. What he lost haunted him, following through the hallways of an empty mansion, cursing his name. And he deserved it all.
“There are worse things to get attention for,” the blonde said with a shrug. The truth continued to be locked behind clasped lips and the desire to move on — if he even could. “And there are worse things to look at.” Confidence layered his voice. Some genuine, some building into the facade that the Becker family sustained. Ashwin pulled a laugh from his grin. “Ah, yes. We can’t have a macaron fiasco. You know what happened last time, don’t you?” That wasn't exactly at the top of his list of reasons to text the other, but he'd roll with it and keep up the mask he'd maintained for this long. Rhett only knew how to exist — really exist — in the shadows.
furrowing his eyebrows, ashwin scanned rhett's face for evidence that his laugh was mean-spirited. after a moment of searching he was satisfied by the lack of evidence that he was mocking him. the amused crinkles at the corner of his eyes seemed genuine. he nodded slightly as he accepted that he managed to make rhett experience a sincere emotion. from afar it seemed like the becker heir wasn't capable of sincerity. his megawatt smiles and crisp perfectly tailored suits had a pristine artificially to them that made ashwin's skin crawl. however, having a private conversation with him in a dimly lit bar was causing ashwin to question if he had more layers than he assumed.
cocking his head, ashwin gave an inquisitive hum at rhett's reply. "really, like what?" he'd searched up the blond before and hadn't found a whiff of a scandal. all of the posts implying that he'd be interested in flirting with men who'd worked his family's events seemed like wishful thinking. "but there are also better things to look at. i've seen prettier pretty rich boys." ashwin tried to match rhett's energy and failed. his voice was muffled and he cringed as he said his remark. the fear that he would be offended and get him fired hadn't left him. he nodded with a grin at the blond's question. "yeah, the worst thing you can face when you wait huge events (infuriated rich white people)." the memories of being yelled at for something outside of his control haunted him. "that's why i need your number to stop it from happening again."
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between waves of crushing shame and pent-up frustration, kamili feels embarrassment — she’d sworn to herself she wouldn’t cry. y’know, in the same way a person might challenge themselves not to breathe; it’s human nature. it happens. so now she’s crying in front of vivian, mission totally failed, and vivian is seemingly unfettered by kamili’s emotions and pleas to be met halfway. this shit is so humiliating! she whirls back around to face vivian, tearing up and torn, and has her hands on her hips like she’s holding her physical self together starting there. even so, incredulity fueled by humiliation has her voice pitched higher than normal, eyes wild. “it wouldn’t be so bad to revisit the past if you’d acknowledge there were good parts too.” kamili’s starting to doubt herself there. she sniffles, levels vivian a hard stare. “fine. we’ll just move on.” it feels sick to say. kamili smooths her palms over her sides, a comforting touch for the self. “i didn’t realize you regret it so much. i thought — never mind. forget what i thought. you win, okay? just like you want.” beginning to shrink in on herself now, kamili angles away and covers her watery eyes. "go away, vivian. i need a minute."
agreeing to meet up with kamili was one of the rare decisions vivian made with her heart. she quickly answered yes to the text asking her to come over without considering the floodgates it would open. she ignored common sense for the chance to see kamili a final time. she tried to tell herself it would bring them both closure. instead it just opened up old wounds vivian refused to let heal properly. she stared helplessly as tears fell from kamili's eyes. "acknowledging everything i lost just makes me feel like a selfish asshole" she admitted, stepping towards her ex despite her brain screaming that it was a bad idea. "i wish you meant that but i know you don't." she snapped, her voice hoarse and wavering. her hands gestured upwards as she finally let herself feel. "i don't regret being with you, kamili. i regret getting scared and hurting you." she blurted, her eyes began to glisten. "fine, i'll leave. coming over was a bad idea in the first place." she muttered as she turned away from kamili.
" i am not too kind. " he states , offended as it he isn't , in fact , too kind. " i think she's just delusional and will eventually come out of this trance you've put on her. and then she'll bite you and i'll laugh and order will be restored." he sounds so serious , but he isn't. the actual truth was that it was adorable seeing his cat love on everett. he wanders into the kitchen then , effortlessly preparing the other coffee. it wasn't overly complicated , but the method never left his brain. when it was ready , he walks it over to the other , a gentle scoff leaving his lips. " you get up first because you like to leave without having to talk to me again. " it's a bold statement , but he can only assume it's true. " the sex is great. but it's just that to you and sometimes that's a little annoying. " he's not sure why he's suddenly feeling so open , but he might as well speak up.
"just take the compliment." everett instructed with a smirk that was soft at the edges. he was usually suspicious when people were too kind. he assumed that meant they were hiding something. but kit was different ; he was too sincere for his own good. that endeared everett more than it should have. he chuckled as he looked down at kit's cat. she was circling him to prove she was the one who had him trapped. "she's not delusional. she knows exactly what she wants. and she'll get bored of me eventually but she loves me too much to fully turn on me." he stated while scratching behind the cat's ear. she sat back besides him like she was agreeing with him. everett had stood up while waiting for kit to return with coffee. looking around, he dusted down his pants. this was uncharted territory so obviously he had to fake confidence. he sauntered over to the sofa as he waited for kit. "you caught me, i love an irish goodbye." he grinned as he held up his hands in defeat. "it's just more convenient to slip out without wasting time saying goodbye." he explained, grabbing the coffee. "i don't know what you want me to do. i told you this is just casual."
jada couldn't help the giggle that left her at sadie's exaggerated exasperation, or the grin that found itself on her features. "i like my scrambled plain and simple, so you don't have to do anything flashy. just put a little salt and pepper on it and we're good." she assured. "ah, so you're mad about it being false. isn't that the point of most big companies' marketing?" she teased, wiggling her eyebrow a little to accentuate her point as she noticed sadie blushing and smiled. at the light jab, jada let out a gasp. "well, see, i think you need to find a different screenwriter then if you think my writing needs improving," she joked with an airy laugh.
sadie's heart raced at jada's light giggle. it was a sound she never wanted to stop hearing. "so, you like the good ol' reliable classics? does that just apply to your scrambled egg preference or does that apply to your taste in other things?" she asked as she placed a bowl on the kitchen counter. it was clear she was asking jada if she could win her over with kisses in the rain and long walks on the beach. "of course, i'm mad at the fake claim snickers will fix your mood enough to make you a completely different person. it's a misrepresentation of the product and something snickers wouldn't have to do if snickers bars actually tasted good. maybe i should sue them for false advertising. i think i could build a pretty good case." she chatted while folding the eggs. beaming, she let out a chuckle. "i think we're in too deep for me to find someone else. i don't think another screenwriter would be able to capture the source material like you do."
