❛ beauty queen in tears

❝ ― when i was a little girl, i clearly remember the ballpit in my father's restaurant being my favorite place in the whole entire world. i could lay there for hours upon hours. just watching the world through colored plastic balls. ❞ indepentend roleplay blog. multi-muse.

[joylxss]

( -- fakedfun ;; )

Sometimes he seriously wonders if he ever goes back to finish studying at all. Lowell is not so sure anymore. He looks down to the worn out Adidas sneakers, the boring washed out blue jeans and the SUPERMAN shirt with a dark blue hoodie. “ Really? Does a law student look like that to you? ” He smirks and shrugs slowly: “ Nah, I’m eh, comic artist. I work on quite a few things but you need years until you can live from that. I only planned on taking one gap year from graphic design but I doubt I ever go back. But hey, my newly found twin is a millionaire so maybe she will come around one day and invest in me ” he jokes, knowing it’s unlikely to happen.

     there’s a shrug. “ donno, you sorta got that mark zuckerberg-vibe going. i like it. “ hunter isn’t one to just hand out compliments. he is convinced compliments in more cases than not are straight up lies. just a way to make people feel special, without actually putting in any effort. and you can say a whole lot about the boy, but he isn’t a liar nor is he a people-pleaser. “ shit man. you had a secret twin who happens to be a millionaire? like that lindsay lohan movie? where can i get one of those? “

[joylxss]

( -- fakedfun ;; )

it’s mostly the mentioning of the wrong last name what causes her attention to slip over to the young woman that approaches. there’s an amused smile adorning her lips but she decides not to be brutal and correct the other in front of all these people. if they are lucky, nobody else really noticed. she’s clearly not the first to do the name wrong, no wonder since it’s from German origins. “ indeed, it has been a while. “  clerence agrees and balances the glass between her fingers. she never enjoyed this sort of parties, hated them indeed. her father used to drag her to them, taking sure she gives off the right appearance. now, with his death, she cannot just disappear from them. people would rumor. however, she took sure months laid between her first appearance after his death. “ quite a lot happened “ she agrees: “ and yet, I am hopeful you did not only hear this terrible gossip? i know half of the room waits for me to end up with loss of money. i imagine it however rather hard to lose the few millions left. i actually intend to go on with the plans i had. i soon finish my thesis and then hopefully, i consider picking up a job in a gallery. how about you? “ she remembers, the other had quite a habit to fall in love with majors like some women did with shoes.

     “ nothing bad. “ despite trying to be reassuring, pattie had the suspicion that the heiress didn’t believe her. which she had every right to. people at these get-togethers seemed to have absolutely nothing in common despite the misfortune of others. “ they are mostly talking about your dress, which is very beautiful, by the way. “ she had admired it from a safe distance till now, and God, wasn’t it even more breathtaking up close. no wonder everyone was talking about her. “ then i know who to give a call when i need help picking out the artwork for my new apartment. you always had an eye for it, “ her voice radiated a warmth you rarely got from people at these gatherings. “ well, you know me good enough to know i can’t stay still for too long. i am trying to finish up my album, but there’s so many distractions. “ her family often referred to her as a crow, due to their tendency of collecting shiny things they come across. and pattie was quite the collector herself. a collector of experiences is perhaps the best way to put it.

[joylxss]

( -- fakedfun ;; )

“ I really have no idea what you are doing but it looks somewhat dangerous. “ Lowell steps over and takes the roll of paper away from the man. This could be worse though. Working in a bookstore is clearly not the worst job he ever had and Lowell finds himself enjoying random moments of avoiding work to flip through some books. Of course, they are the idiots only, mostly moving stuff out of boxes and sometimes on the shelves, taking copies for flyers and stuff like that. “ What sort of jobs do you usually do? “

     of course, hunter was too damn lazy to be bothered getting the ladder to put the books in the top part of the shelves, and used the shelf itself to climb on. balancing a neatly wrapped joint in his left hand, and books in the other. “ makes me feel alive, “ the boy replies cheekily. putting the last few books in, before placing his feet  back to the safety of the ground. “ i do shit jobs, for shit people. never anything too permanent. just jumping from one shithole to the next. “ his laughter makes an appearance. echoing through the tiny bookstore. “ and you? don’t get me wrong, but you look like you should be in school or somethin’, finishing a law degree, yanno? “ 

[fyeahriverdale]

Lili Reinhart for Access Hollywood

[joylxss]

      it took just about a bottle of champagne, for the young socialite to build up just the right amount of courage to approach Clerence. excusing herself, she stepped away from her group of fiends. giving off an aura of perfection, as she so elegantly walked across the room. her tiny black dress hugging her curves in the most complimenting way, working as a distraction from her slightly wobbly saunter. the false feeling of confidence wasn’t the only result of the champagne. “ Clerance Stiefwater, ” she beamed. sounding quite surprised, as if she hadn’t been keeping her eyes on the other since she arrived to the party. “ i haven’t seen you in ages. literally. ” pattie tilts her head, just a few notches to the side. the smile still present. “ how are you doing? i’ve heard your name on people’s lips all day. you’re the talk of the town. “

( -- fakedfun ;; )

[seb-gifs-deactivated20160603]

“Last December…that’s the last time I was really happy. Six months clean, longest period of time I’d gone without using since I was a kid in the White House”

[theflavorofthenight]

My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since well before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.

Love letter from Alex Turner to Alexa Chung (via theflavorofthenight)

[mickeyandmumbles]

Please, get some help.

[joylxss]

( -- fakedfun ;; ))

“ Well, I guess I am a lucky person then… ” he says, raising his brows but laughs. “ Well, I guess, I am as decent as a man can be? Hard to tell what decent is these days but I haven’t dated for quite a while so I think I’m safe. I’m Noel, by the way. ”

      laughing. a few strays of hair fell into her face, which she quickly, almost automatically pushed aside. “ i’m bryce. can’t really brag about being much of a decent man, but i’m pretty decent nonetheless. “ 

[joylxss]

( --- youngxgod ;; )

“Everything.. Everything is wrong.” Jesse spoke softly, almost whispering. “I can’t go back. I don’t wanna go back. I don’t fit in their perfect little family, Tegan. It’s driving me insane!. I.. I don’t fit anywhere…” Lifting his hand, he cupped her chin, and frightened brown eyes met her green ones. “I haven’t had a smoke in.. almost a week. Well, aside from cigarettes, but like, I’ve been thinking a lot. About you, about us.. The way it used to be between us..” he confessed, biting down on the inside of his cheek for a moment. “All this time I’ve been trying to find a place where I belong, a home… Home is where you’re supposed to feel safe, right?” Jesse rambled on, feeling his chest tighten everytime he uttered the word ‘home’.  “I.. I realized that the only time when I felt safe, when  feltanything, was when I was with you. Maybe.. maybe you’re my home, Tegan.” 

        she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, push him off her, slam the door in his face and carry on like nothing. every word that left his mouth left her feeling like someone was ripping up wounds she had spent a small eternity cleaning and stitching together. “d-don’t.” a single teardrop made a path down her chin and onto his hand, before she managed to find the strength in herself to move. releasing herself from his grip. “you can’t burn down the house and return expecting a home.” 

[fakedfun-deactivated20170927]

“ I’m pretty sure I don’t know him but you aren’t the first person who mixes me up with that guy. I mean, I have heard of him, yes but we are not related, not that I would know but I think I read, everyone has one doubleganger somewhere, maybe he’s mine “ Noel jokes. “ Sorry to disappoint you. “

open starter  //  connection:  open  //  ( original character. )

[joylxss]

     “ oh. “ her brows are crumbled together in a mixture of disbelief and confusion. “ you sure had me fooled, “ she muttered, letting out a small chuckle that helped her features softening up. “ don’t be sorry. your doubleganger is sort of a dick anyway. i’m glad you aren’t him. “

[jcnginkim]

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS: ex-girlfriend or boyfriend / former friend. “I-I know we haven’t seen each other in like, a year or whatever, and I know you probably hate me, but can I please come in?” Jesse pleaded, his voice trembling slightly. “Please, I feel like I’m losing my mind, and I.. I really need you.. “

[joylxss]

    “ jesse. ” her voice almost sound begging. she couldn’t let him in, not after everything he had done to her. those green avoiding to meet his, or even look directly on him. like he was the sun, and she didn’t  want to get burned. “ w-what’s going on? ” tegan tried swallowing away the feeling of worry that was growing in her, but failed to do so.

[joylxss]

     thanks to good ol’ fucking hollywood, every girl out there thought dating a poet would be some kind of fairytale. that dex would be some kind of dream prince taken straight out of a woody allen movie, who would just sip french red wine and read e.e cummings out loud. it was almost like a weird fetishization. so understandably, dex had been a little (read: very) skeptical when his friends wanted to set him up on a blind date, but he had agreed to do so after their non-stop nagging. 

     when a feminine figure entered the cafe, with this look in the eyes like they were searching for something, or rather someone. he quickly got on his feet, placing the cigarette that had been resting in the corners of his lips, down in the ashtray. “ you here for the forced marriage or what? “

[joylxss]

      it was a good day. bryce’s lips had adopted a tint of red, from the wine she had enjoyed. the room slightly spinning around her. her ability to focus slightly weakened, as she glanced over to the stranger on the bar-stool next to the one she was currently occupying. “ this is such a lovely song, don’t you think? “ 

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[joylxss]

( — brxghtneon ;; )

next thing he knows she’s standing in front of him, gorgeous as ever. she has this new glow to her. he feels a stabbing pain when it hits him that her new glow probably is because she’s free from him. it’s sad really, that ezar still loves the blonde now standing in front of him. it makes him angry and frustrated all at once. he’s not able to respond before her lips embraces his skin. the touch makes his knees weak and heart go crazy. it also makes his palms sweaty, just great.her kisses leaves his face feeling numb and body awkward. so much for owning his confidence. “hey.” although he’s trembling on the inside, he manages to keep himself somewhat presentable and confident on the outside. pro of being an actor. “i didn’t expect to get invited,” he shoots back, reflecting the smile painting her expression. “i’ve been great,” (lie) “focusing on my acting and yeah, living my life.” (more like eating icecream everyday, staring into nothing and complaining. the acting part was true tho.) “how about you? congratz on the new album, the stuff i’ve heard is really great. not that i expected any less - you’re an amazing artist.”

what ezar? you’ve been talking to your ex for what? one minute and you’re already giving her compliments? you’re not suppose to show too much affection, asshat.

the muscles in her forehead curled together. “ invited? “ she echoed in bafflement. she had no memory of inviting him, and although she was feeling all kinds off dizzy because of the champagne (yeah, blame it in the alcohol pattie), you would think she would be able to remember doing such. they hadn’t even traded as much as a text over the last couple of month, why would she all off the blue do something so drastic? she was impulsive, sure, but not that impulsive. “ it’s.. whatever. it doesn’t matter. i’m glad you’re here. “ sounds like she’s just saying it out of politeness, trying to act like his presence isn’t getting to her. but the thing is: a part of her truly is happy he’s there. it’s a big day, arguably one of the biggest days of her young life and she wanted him to be by her side to experience it all with her. when it came down to it he was the person she wanted by his side on all the big days. “ i can tell. you look great as well, “ pattie smiled pleasantly at her ex. she was happy for him, or well, she tried to convince herself she was. the blonde gave a sharp sudden laugh at his comment about the album - the sound was all fractured. “ thank you. i’m very proud of it. “ and she was, yet suddenly she felt all insecure and weird. had he listened to it? did he like it? was he aware that approximately ninety percent of the songs were written bout him and their breakup? 

[joylxss]

( — mysinglexheart ;; )

noah stands up to lead her out, but grabs her hand at the door and motions for her to wait right there. “i’ll be right back” the boy went back inside, told the group he was going out for coffee and that he’d be back later. he reappeared outside the door, happy to see she was still there. “Jean learned how to play guitar when he turned 11– dad tried to teach him since he could walk. He really loves to paint, and even though he has a total asshole exterior to interviews-slash-fans-slash-groupies, he’s a complete teddy for anyone else. He likes to paint, and Jordan has seven cats and has eleven siblings. isn’t that crazy?” the merch boy gives the girl a smile before shrugging, “if ya want, we should go get coffee and i can give you some more info to spice up the piece of bread interview you got into more of a… spicy Italian, or…somethin’”

the corners of her mouth curled into a small, sympathic smile. in all honesty she did feel a little bad for the boy.  “ listen — i’m just taking a wild guess here and assuming that you’re used to being the one who cleans up the mess after your brother and his friends, but it’s really not necessary. “ regret fills her body the second the words left her mouth. she really needed to deliver something good, it had the opportunity to be on the front-page. neither stubbornness nor pity would be able to get her to where she longed to be – at the top. and here noah was, literally offering to give her the information she needed. she would be a fool not to accept it. “ you know what? i need a drink. why don’t you join me? looks like you could need one as well. ” hands were folded over her chest. expectation glowing from her usually cool facade. “ it’s on me. of course. “