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pvnctum‌:

Veronica had never had any trouble getting over romantic partners –– if you could even call the array of people she’d spent one night with, a few days at most, that. She used them for her own selfish needs to get a little rush, to not have to lie in an empty lonely bed suffocating in silence, and then she ghosted. Obviously Erica had been an exception to this rule, as though they were ‘fuck buddies’, they were also good friends and thus Veronica stuck around to keep a relationship there. And true, there was the cultured and wondrous blonde she’d gone on one date with who remained on her mind still. But at this point in time she figured if she really wanted to, she could easily move on from Emily just like all the others ( couldn’t she? ) But getting over Isla, someone she’d once called ‘best friend’, even ‘sister’ … now THAT was a challenge. 

Even though they had cut off contact with each other many years ago, Veronica was unable to forget about her, or the way she had started to treat her later on as her jealousy had taken over. She’d convinced herself that she’d come to hate Isla, when really, there was no room for such a feeling in her heart when it came to the other. But maybe believing she hated her absolved her of some guilt for how awful she’d been to her towards the end. She’d found herself missing the other woman MOST when going through her parents’ deaths; she missed the best friend she could once tell anything in the world, whose shoulder she could cry on. But she didn’t text or call, didn’t tell Isla what had happened or how everything had begun to spiral downward into what seemed like an unescapable pit of darkness and numbness after losing them. 

And now, if their last encounter hadn’t already been a disaster, she was dropping fucking baggies of coke in front of Isla. How was she going to explain her way out of this one? Well, clearly she’d have to start by being insulting because old habits die hard. “No, Isla, I don’t –– that was always your specialty, if I remember correctly.” It was brutal, Veronica knew it, but she was seeking to distract from her own error because if there was anything she hated in this world it was being called out for not being perfect, or on top of her life. 

Veronica going on the offensive immediately wasn’t all that surprising, given their past. It’d been just like this between them for the last few years they spent together –– the two of them using any chance they could find to hurt one another. She tried not to look as wounded as her ego currently was at the dig, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. Her former best friend wasn’t wrong exactly. Isla’s past was a colorful one and not to long ago she might’ve been the one to get caught in a dirty bathroom under these exact circumstances, but not now. Drugs were in her past and that’s where they would stay. “If you bothered to call at all, you would know that I don’t do that anymore. Any of it. I quit all that when I retired from modelling,” she explained, feeling the need to defend herself.

She quickly got over that need, however, and decided to do what she did best and turn this around on Veronica. “Which is totally not the point. The point is I’m not that one who just dropped a bag full of coke, you are.” She was almost proud to point it out, but also not. This wasn’t very Veronica-like and there was this small, small part of her that still cared what happened to a girl she’d once considered her sister. “Are you using? I mean, you’re not wrong, I was the one into this stuff, not you.”

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rcnegcdes‌:

Luke was an endlessly perceptive person; he’d always been hyper aware of the things going on around him whether they involved him directly or not. He was perceptive enough to know that he looked like garbage— a split lip, a black eye, a general bent to his disposition that conveyed quite clearly that he was in pain. All he wanted was a bed in a shelter and the opportunity to sleep for a week, and with his eyes downcast he hardly noticed anyone in front of him, let alone anyone coming close enough to him for his shoulder to collide with them harshly. His eyes snapped up almost immediately in surprise, and he took a step away without thinking, “Fuck, sorry. Are you, uh, are you good? I wasn’t—” He gestured fleetingly, “I wasn’t watching.”

Isla wasn’t a morning person. It showed every morning she snoozed so many times she made herself late and every time she snapped at someone for attempting to speak to her before she had her coffee. The irony of her hosting a morning show really wasn’t lost on her, but somehow she made it work. For the most part. Today had started off pretty terribly when she’d just straight up slept through her alarm and got worse when she realized she was out of coffee filters. Twenty minutes later, she was practically running to work, breakfast in hand and paying very little attention to where she was going. To make her morning even worse, she ran right into a much taller human—causing her bagel to fall on the ground. “Shit,” she muttered, staring at her breakfast sadly as the man apologized. “I’m fine, but my breakfast isn’t.” She looked up at him, accepting the fact that she’d be late to work. It wasn’t like anyone was listening to her radio show anyways. “I wasn’t either. Are you okay? I mean, realistically, I doubt it’d be even humanly possible for me to cause any damage to someone twice my size, but you know... asking is the polite thing to do.”

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pvnctum‌:

YOU PLAYED THE MARTYR FOR SO LONG. / @islawilson

Veronica was playing catch-up since she’d spent the other night with Emily, knowing Olivia would not be pleased if she showed up to report to her empty-handed and with a decent amount of supplies unsold. She went to a familiar club where she knew she’d have no trouble getting customers –– the THING was, people tended not to buy unless it came from a trusted source, a friend. Thus, Veronica, being very skilled at pretending, determined just how to make ‘friends’ with many club-goers or just local people in establishments that Olivia had some dominion over ( which allowed her and other dealers could do their rounds as they pleased ). She told them all to call her ‘V’, never elaborating or telling them anymore about herself than ultimately necessary ( and even any of that, if she answered, would be lies ), and made herself seem trustworthy and friendly to get transactions done. Establishing these acquaintance relationships made it easier for people to trust her through others she’d reliably sold to before, she was more likely to get more customers this way. 

She’d just been in the bathroom finishing another sale, and as she was stuffing the notes into her bra, someone stepped out of a stall behind her. Unfortunately, as she was doing so one of the little baggies she’d also stuffed in there came flying out and landed on the floor by her feet. Sighing, she bent down to pick it up, and when she stood at her full height again she saw someone in the mirror watching her, and her heart dropped to the ground much like the gram of coke had. “Shit.” ISLA. Could the timing have been any worse? Of course this happened in the middle of a bathroom where half of the women in there were doing drugs bought off Veronica. 

Nights like this really confirmed what Isla already knew—her party days were almost over, if not completely over already. Apparently there was such a thing as having too much fun. It had gotten to the point where she found every little bump irritating, everyone surrounding her juvenile. There was nothing in places like these for her anymore. After getting hit on for what felt like the thousandth time, she finally had enough and headed to the bathroom for one last stop before she could finally get out of there. She was paying very little attention to her surroundings as she came out of a stall, coming face to face with her sister. Could she even call her that anymore? She hadn’t seen Veronica in awhile now and their encounter had been brief and very tense. Their last meeting before that... well, she couldn’t even recall when it happened. The brunette still couldn’t remember how the two of them had went from best friends to, essentially, enemies. Probably around the time Veronica’s parents took her in. Isla was in no place to turn down a nice house and loving parents, which her friend knew. Still, things never felt the same after that. They both let their jealousy get the best of them and their relationship never really recovered. 

Her eyes followed the little bag as it fell to the floor, staring at it blankly as Veronica bent down to pick it up. “Seriously?” She asked, looking at her incredulously. She never took her sister for the druggie type, but she hadn’t been around her enough lately to know. She could be a completely different person now for all she knew. “You do coke on dirty bathroom sinks now? Classy. I always thought the roles would be reversed in a situation involving drugs.”

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matthew-stephens‌:

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but Voldemort was definitely in full makeup and the works, even had the second or should I say third head unwrapped for all to see. It was certainly something.”

“That’s horrifying. Absolutely horrifying. I’m not one to kink shame, but Voldemort was a pretty awful character,” she said with a shudder. “Please, no more. I want to be able to go to bed tonight without picturing it just as I’m drifting off to sleep. You, my friend, can’t escape it I’m afraid.”

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elegantxsavageryx‌:

Joseph didn’t often spend time outside his apartment on his days off, but today was too clear and beautiful to spend inside. He sat on a bench in a park to people-watch, Roger romping around on the grass. Being so busy wasn’t fair to a dog, especially a high-strung animal like a Dalmatian, but Roger didn’t seem to mind. When someone walked by, Joseph looked up from his phone to see Roger barreling towards someone.

“I’m sorry, he’s friendly!” he said once he nearly tackled his wayward dog and clipped his leash back on. “He couldn’t hurt anybody, he just gets excited.”

Isla was on her way to work, a bit earlier than she usually was, when she spotted her neighbor sitting on a bench that was on her way. Their last encounter had been... a bit tense, but she wasn’t one to shy away from confrontation. Especially not when confrontation came with an adorable dog. She approached him, causing Joseph’s dog to go into a frenzy, bringing a smile on her face despite the fact that it was too early for her to enjoy anything.

“It’s fine, I like dogs,” she said, allowing him to sniff her hand before petting him. “I didn’t know you had one. Guess you were too busy complaining about my excellent musical repertoire for it to be brought up.”

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soldieratheart‌:

             It was safe to say large events such as these had never been Shane’s idea of a good time, hell he’d take returning to Afghanistan over this any day. And yet here he was, making his way into the extravagantly decorated club, the male couldn’t help but feel somewhat out of place even as he did recognize the face of another. “Don’t even think about saying what you’re about to say — I know I said this wasn’t my scene, but in the name of keeping up appearances it would wrong of me to not, even if just for a short while; or maybe it was the the offer of free booze, color me curious…”

“Wasn’t going to say anything,” she said, holding back a grin as she took his presence in. He was just about the last person she expected to see at this sort of event. “Hey, I’m not judging, I’m definitely just here for the free booze. You want to make sure I’m attending? Make sure to mention there’s an open bar on the invite.” She gave him a quick once over. “So what are you supposed to be?”

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sophia-malraux‌:

            “Honestly — I think I could go another year without seeing another ‘killer clown’ turn up on my doorstep looking for candy let alone wandering town. What the hell happened to the innocence of trick-or-treating?”

“The internet happened. Not that I’m anywhere close to being a parent, but I’d imagine keeping your children away from Pennywise and Slender man would be quite hard when your child knows his way around the internet better than you do,” she smiled. “Agreed, though, it’s terrifying.” 

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matthew-stephens‌:

       “I don’t think you can say you’ve seen it all until you walk in on threesome between Kermit the Frog, Elsa and Voldemort… Halloween you’ve certainly out done yourself this year.” Matthew remarked having instantly regretted wandering the halls of the London Tower. 

“Well, I’ll never look at Frozen the same,” Isla said, her nose wrinkling in disgust. “Please tell me the Voldemort wasn’t in full makeup and all the works. Not to kink shame, but the whole no nose business should be a turnoff.”

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londonxxcalling‌:

“That you are” agreed the librarian cheerfully.“I didn’t realize my opinion mattered so much to a complete stranger.” She chuckled again. “It was karaoke night down the street. And that’s something I always need a few drinks for, so I figured I’d stop here on the way home and find something to absorb the alcohol.”

“A cute stranger,” Isla corrected with a playful grin, taking another bite of the pie. “Fair enough. I don’t think there’s enough alcohol in the world to get me to do karaoke. What song did you sing? If you say My Heart Will Go On, I might have to ask you to leave.” 

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soldieratheart‌:

            “X-rated, come on now Isla, if you think that was bad then you clearly had a very vanilla upbringing.” Shane teased, before digging his fork in for another slice. The pie was somewhat addictive, clearly it had been a while since he had had decent food that wasn’t out a packet or from the vending machine at work. “She either finds it intimidating or attractive, hell maybe even a bit of both. You watch, next week she’ll be sliding you a napkin with her digits on it. I’d even bet on it.”

“Nothing about my upbringing was vanilla. I’m just saying, that was quite the reaction to pie,” she said with a laugh, resting her chin on her fist. Isla grinned at his suggestion, watching the waitress from a distance. “She’s cute, I guess. Or maybe I just have my drunk goggles on and am seeing what I want to see. I wouldn’t go there, though. I don’t mix business and pleasure. And this pie? This is business.”

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favorite outfits ★ Eleanor Henstridge (season 1)

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24minuteslate‌:

It was only when she’d gotten a good look at the woman that Gabby realized the other was a friend. This, of course, only made her laugh. “Hi, Isla,” Gabby said in between laughter. “Why is it that the world is always bringing us together in the awkwardest of situations?” Another laugh left her. “And c’mon! I might let you live this down in like, three years.” She pulled the woman back up to her feet. “What are you doing on this part of the city anyway?”

Isla glared at the brunette as she had her laugh, hoping that would be the end of it. It most likely wouldn’t be. “Gabby,” she greeted, grabbing her hand and pulling herself back up. “Because it seems the world is hellbent on making me look like an awkward klutz whenever you’re around, which is just awesome.” She brushed some dust off her pants, looking up at her friend finally once she felt presentable. “There’s this great vinyl store nearby that I wanted to check out. What about you?”

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24minuteslate‌:

“What the f—” The curse almost left Gabby’s lips as the group of high school students ran past her. The students were rowdy and wild, as, she supposed, high school students ought to be. Still, it was no reason to be cursing around them. A small chuckle escaped her as she watched the students keep running on the sidewalk, though stopped short when the group bumped into another person and caused them to teeter off-balance and fall. The group did not care for this, and continued on their merry way, but Gabby saw — and would have been impolite if she had not rushed over to help. “Are you okay?” she asked them as she extended a hand. “Those kids really were something, huh?”

Isla had this nasty habit of not looking in front of her when she walked. Either she stared at her phone intently or she got lost in her thoughts, but the result was often the same. She either tripped on random things and fucked up her knees or collided into someone. In this case, it happened to be many someones. She groaned as the group completely ignored her fall, looking at her brand new jeans to see the damage. All in all, it wasn’t all that bad. “Yeah, I’m fine. My ego on the other hand? Badly bruised,” she said as she looked up and saw she actually knew the girl very well. “Oh, hey. I can’t believe you saw that, now you’ll never let me forget it.”

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soldieratheart‌:

        Shane wasn’t entirely sure what time it was as he walked into the 24 hour diner he frequented when he spent late nights at the office. Which had become a habit more often than not, the male basically lived out of it some weeks. Nevertheless when he had the option of vending machine food, or the diner across the road to keep him going, the diner would always win. Having ordered his usual coffee and sandwich to go, he settled into a booth, clearly too stuck in his own head to notice the brunette before him. Only as she spoke up, he offered a shrug, shifting to grab a fork before returning. “Don’t mind if I do.” He remarked, before digging in to the delectable goodness that was pie. “Fuck me sideways, how have I never tried this before.” He muttered, finishing his mouthful as he spoke. 

She wasn’t too surprised when the man took her up on her offer. Who in their right minds would turn down perfectly good apple pie in the small hours of the morning? She chuckled at his over the top reaction—the same one she had when she first tasted this pie. “I don’t know if my reaction was quite that x-rated, but agreed on all counts. This is by far the best apple pie I’ve had. For some reason, the waitress still looks at me funny every time I ask her for the whole thing,” Isla said with a nonchalent shrug, taking another bite of the pie. “Are you at the end of a bender too?”

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sgtbriggs‌:

“Aye you did and now its around closing for most places, which means the street will be crawling with arseholes.” He counters keeping logical about it, though everything in him wants to make it personal. He clenches his jaw, “It ain’t even about you.” He wasn’t worried about her judging him for his past, the things he did haunted him, he didn’t expect them to haunt her. He just couldn’t stand to have her look at him like he was as broken as he felt inside. Self-pity was just about as much pity as this man could take and he barely enjoyed that. He throws his arms up as she walks away and clenches his fists, in frustration and anger as he silently follows behind her. Muttering curses under his breath much like he used to as her body guard, at least then he was getting paid well for it.

“A bodyguard isn’t what I need anymore, Collin,” she snapped, suddenly annoyed by his constant unwavering desire to protect her from the dangers of the world. She normally didn’t mind it, but she did when it got in the way of the other aspects of their relationship. “Of course it’s not, it never is.” She started walking again, ignoring his muttering as she made her way to her place. He was difficult to ignore, but she bit her tongue and kept from turning around and yelling at him some more. Once she got home, she turned around to face him, but avoided his gaze. “Alright, I’m home. You can go home and keep all your secrets for yourself for the rest of your life.”

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londonxxcalling‌:

If Tamsin had been the sort to blush easily, she would have been red in the face right now. As it was, she chuckled with amusement. “That’s very flattering of you to say” she said. “I happen to think that you’re gorgeous, for what its worth.” There was no denying the fact that the brunette was beautiful.

“I’m a charmer, what can I say?” Isla said with a grin, watching the girl as her cheeks reddened. “Coming from you? It’s worth a lot.” She put the fork down, leaning against the back of the booth. “I know why I’m here, but you haven’t told me what you’re doing in a dinner in the early hours of the morning.”