ANGEL ON FIRE

DIANGELO, KELSEY MICHELLE — a war rages inside you, and pretty girls don't lose. var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5474553"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[kelseydiangelo]

ms-min:

“Well, yeah, it’s just a step.” Minnie said not realizing how rude she was coming off. This was just what she was used to, an honest opinion given by her mother until she got the style right. It was only out of love as she never felt anything but that her mother was helping. “So… you want to look as if you are the female version of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air?” Minnie asked scrunching her nose. “Yes a belt would look great! Oh you could keep the nineties feel with a wide leather one.”

At her description, Kelsey couldn’t help but laugh in amusement. “Kind of, yeah! But only for today. I’m more of a Hilary Banks type without the suits.” When most of your clothes were thrifted from the past two decades, you tended to dress exactly like you came from the period. “Truth be told, I’m not much of a belt person, but I think I got some in my closet. And because you seem real fashion-forward, I gotta ask: what’s your take on mom jeans and birkis?”

[kelseydiangelo]

ms-min:

Pursing her lips she nodded. “I understand…” Minnie did not though. She had so many clothes and in so many styles that even on laundry day she’d have a never ending supply of outfits to try on. Hell, Minnie could very well burn every outfit she worn and have a new one the next day ready to wear. But accepting that only meant she accepted her shopping problem and that was something she just couldn’t do. “I just think you should at least do something to make yourself a bit presentable.. Even thinning out your waist by tucking in that frumpy shirt would help…a little.” 

“A little?” Kelsey raised her eyebrows skeptically at the woman — was she being sarcastic, or was she actually trying to be helpful? She wasn’t too sure. She glanced down at her baggy shirt, which she’d paired with skinny jeans — huh, maybe that would work. But hey, she had a bit of an aesthetic to stick to. Sighing, she shrugged. “If you really hate the whole thing, just say so, I’m not gonna attack ya. Just think of this as me trying to copy 90’s hiphop style in a way, you know? Big shirts, jeans, baseball cap,” she said, pointing to each item. “Maybe I should get a belt with this? I dunno. What’cha think?”

[kelseydiangelo]

ms-min:

 Minnie bit her lip, picked at her perfectly polished nails, even tapped her heels which sent an annoying click through the room. But nothing was distracting her from the fashion mishap that was before her. “Oh! I can’t take it anymore!” She finally squeaked before throwing her hands over her mouth. “You don’t match. I’m sorry, but t’s bothering me so bad. That… pattern doesn’t go with anything else.”  Finally a sweet relief. Even though she felt terrible for bursting out the way she did. 

Kelsey had spun upon hearing the woman’s voice, slightly shrill to her ears. At first, she had no clue of what she was saying, shaking her head slightly until she’d put it all together. Pattern, match... did she mean her clothes? She stared down at her shirt — an oversized men’s shirt, something thrifted from a flea market back in New York. It wasn’t her usual style, but all of her nicer clothes had been put in laundry. “Well, you gotta excuse me for today, Meryl Streep,” she said, raising her hands. “Laundry day is hell for even the most fashionable plebs.”

[kelseydiangelo]

no punchbacks // kelsey & lachlan

@locklanblackwell

Throughout her life, there was one place Kelsey refused to go to: the hospital. Regardless of how bad her injuries got at fight club or how roughed up she got after a riff between gangs, she figured it was much better for her to treat her own injuries as best as she could — after all, how could a kid like her expect to trust anyone there? Yet here she was, dragged to the sterile, hectic environment she tried so hard to avoid all of these years. The cause of that? One aggressive punch from one of the other fighters that left her with a bloody black eye.

She’d gone to the gym to work on her moves right after lunch, but it was clear now that it wasn’t as good of an idea as she thought. As she waited in the E.R. for someone to attend to her, she spotted someone that she’d seen around the compound nearby. “Hey,” she called out to him, pushing her hair behind her ears. “What’re you in for?”

[kelseydiangelo]

notaprizetobewonxxjasmine:

“I try,” she continued to joke, grinning brightly at the girl. She shook her hand before her brow raised at her name. “Kelsey DiAngelo? Well, how about that. We finally meet; I’m your new roommate.” And looks like they were already starting to get along. That is always a bonus. “Taking it one step at time. Both are in there and shall be accomplished at some point or another, that’s for sure. Are you here just to become a master at asskicking or what other plans do you have? I’m curious.”

Roommate — the man at the front desk had told her that she was expecting a roommate coming, though he didn’t necessarily divulge who that was. That was the funny thing about Astra; they always had a surprise or two up their sleeve. “Are you? Well, good thing I got stuck with you,” she said, chuckling. “Wouldn’t want a wuss for a roommate.” She nodded. “Sounds good. Me?” How could Kelsey speak about her situation without divulging too much? “Let’s just say I’m turning over a new leaf,” she said, shrugging. “Leaving things and people behind. If I get to kick some ass in the process, even better.”

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Ren Faire I Peter & Kelsey

[kelseydiangelo]

astrapeter:

Peter almost couldn’t believe how easy it was to get people to want to get with him. He was barely doing anything and this gorgeous girl was kissing him! Losers like Hook or even some of the Lost Boys had to work their asses off just to get a good night kiss on the cheek. Damn, he was really fucking lucky to be blessed with good looks and charm. Peter casually pulled Kelsey closer to him by the waist and deepened the kiss. His skin felt hot, and he couldn’t tell if it was from her presence or the coke. Whatever the case, they were quickly interrupted by a the woman running the stand saying “Excuse me!” loudly. Peter pulled away from Kelsey and laughed, but paid her no mind. “You wanna get out of here?”

It might have been in the heat of the moment, but Kelsey was surprised that Peter had deepened the kiss. She was only going to go for a quick peck, give him the few seconds he wanted; but hey, she lost her side of the bet and had to give him what he wanted. She let him pull her in, gripping his neck tighter, until a loud, foreign voice broke them apart. She wasn’t sure if it was due to the heat or because of the kiss, but she could feel her cheeks getting warmer and warmer. Turning to Peter, she nodded, a loud chuckle escaping her lips. “It’s like you read my mind, pal. I’d love to get out.”

[kelseydiangelo]

notaprizetobewonxxjasmine:

The woman looked at the younger girl once she heard her clapping. Smirking a little, she did a small bow. “Jasmine Al-Hawati: Putting jackasses in their places since 1992. I’ll be here all day, folks!” Jasmine was joking, of course. Or was she? The world may truly never know. But the woman truly did love the feeling of putting some ass in their place and them knowing that what they did was shameful. Plus, it’s hilarious to see an overconfident ass get their ego bruised.

“Girl, you better, or god help us all! What a hero,” Kelsey joked, chuckling. Stepping forward, she stuck her hand out, a smirk on her lips. “Kelsey DiAngelo, occasional kicker of ass since 1997 — well, I actually started kicking ass a couple of years back, but you get what I mean.” She took the seat opposite the other, tilting her direction to face her. “So, you here to just put jackasses in place? Or have you got plans for world domination too?”

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Ren Faire I Peter & Kelsey

[kelseydiangelo]

astrapeter:

Peter’s face lit up and he leaned back into his usual confidant pose. Of course he would win. He always did. Kelsey shouldn’t have expected any other outcome. Thankfully, she didn’t look too upset about the whole thing. Peter leaned forward and without any hesitation, put his hands on her hips. “Ron Weasley? Please, if Peter Pan’s anyone, he’s Harry Potter,” he brushed his lips over her ear and whispered softly, “Go ahead and kiss me, angel,”

Kelsey was a little surprised with how forward he was — but she did make a bet, and she wasn’t going to back on it. Even girls like her held up on her promise. “The Chosen One? I’m not that convinced yet. You still need the scar and glasses, boy,” she teased, making a face. After his whisper, she pulled away from him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Your wish is my command.” She inched his face closer towards his, pressing her lips to his.

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Ren Faire I Peter & Kelsey

[kelseydiangelo]

astrapeter:

Peter wasn’t sure if he could think of anything that he hated more than adults, and he wasn’t going to try. Thankfully, Kelsey clearly had the same opinion and wasn’t turned off by his opinion like many girls were. It made him smile. Most things about Kelsey made him smile, actually. “Whatever you’re up for,” he winks at her, hoping she gets the message. Peter motions to the pie in her hand. “Go for it,”

Kelsey was so confident that she was going to win that she just — threw the pie, watching it hurtle towards the man. She was so excited that she missed the target, the pie only hitting the side of the man’s face. Her wicked grin fell into a scowl, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. “Oh, well, I lost,” she said, trying to hide any trace of bitterness in her face. “Guess I owe you a kiss after all, huh, Ron Weasley?”

[kelseydiangelo]

gibraltariangirl:

Kida found a smile jumping to her lips. “Yes, Hercules is the big hulking guy,” she clarified with a chuckle. “There’s this big, beautiful, goddamn breathtakingly beautiful rock there. People travel thousands of miles to come and see it,” she told her. “It’s incredible” she added with a nod of her head. Kida had always been in love with the place she’d grown up. “Oh! Well, sure, yeah, that would be great. Unless. Well, I mean, I just want to do something different to standing around or sitting in my room, so if you’d rather do something more up your street…I’d be interested to tag along?”

Kelsey couldn’t imagine why people would want to go and see a rock, of all things, when they could go somewhere like… Ibiza? That was in the Iberian Peninsula, right? Then again, people considered the strangest things ‘tourist destinations,’ so maybe the girl was right. “Okay, I’ll take your word for it. I’ll Google it later.” She straightened up at her offer, a small yet wicked grin upon her lips. “You know, I might take you up on that offer — but you’ll need to warm up first,” she teased. “Let’s take a trip to the museum first. What are you interested in?”

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Ren Faire I Peter & Kelsey

[kelseydiangelo]

astrapeter:

“That’s a good thing then,” said Peter. He brushed at the underside of his nose and inhaled violently. “I’d never want to be old or look old, bleh. Old people suck,” It wasn’t the pixie dust talking there, it was how Peter truly felt. Adults were ordinary and boring and he couldn’t imagine a worse reality than being either of those things. Whether or not Kelsey made her compliment as an insult or not, he didn’t care. He watched as Kelsey made a perfect hit, and raised his eyebrows, impressed. “We have a problem here, angel faced girl. We both hit him - so who wins?”

Kelsey laughed, nodding. “Yeah, you’ve got that right,” she agreed. “Authority? Ugh, who needs that?” Jokes aside, she’d always had a bad rep with authority figures — specifically, her best friends in blue, the NYPD. If she could fight them all, she would. Tilting her head at him, she let out a long, dramatic sigh. “I don’t suppose you’d be game for one last round, just to break the tie? We do it at the exact same time, and whoever hits it faster and more accurately wins.” She picked up another pie, weighing it in her hand. “You in?”

[kelseydiangelo]

roscoe--sykes:

Roscoe wasn’t going to say anything to the stranger. His plan was to continue about his business, but when she spoke to him, he figured he might as well answer. He was about to answer her first question as he dropped down from the pull-up bar, but her second question threw him off slightly. She knew who he was. He turned and looked over at her, studying her face, but he didn’t recognize her. “Not at all. The pull ups are just to make sure I stay lookin’ this good.”

Wrinkling her nose, she took another long drag, letting the smoke float into the air as she spoke. Hadn’t he recognized her? Kelsey would have thought she had an unforgettable look to her — bruise to her ego aside, she guessed it was because her famous ex-beau wasn’t there. “At night, though? Even for... you, you gotta admit that’s a tad extra.” She smoked the last of her joint and let it fall to the ground, smashing it under her boot as hard as she could. “Real question is, why’re you so far away from home? This ain’t your usual turf.”

[kelseydiangelo]

notaprizetobewonxxjasmine:

Jasmine couldn’t be happier that the weather was still so beautiful. It was perfect to lounge by the pool and to go over one of her case files and swim for awhile. Yet as she headed to one of the pool chairs, she stopped right in her tracks when she heard the rather obnoxious cat calls. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed the instigator and his quite unfortunate choice of swimwear: a pair orange speedos. “Like what you see, babe?” he asked with a smirk, his friends waiting for her response in anticipation.

The raven-haired beauty looked back at his face and smiled. “I’m not sure, babe; It sort of looks like a penis, only smaller.” His friends erupted in laughter as his face burned bright red. Sending a small wave, Jasmine continued her way to her chair and as she sat down, she saw the boy quickly leaving the pool area.

Much to her chagrin, Kelsey was no stranger to the sounds of wolf whistles and catcalls — whether they were aimed at her or someone else, her mouth always filled with the bitter taste of bile whenever the noise reached her ears. You would think that in this day and age, men knew better than to whoop and whistle at girls like they were a whole other species. If anything, it was the whole reason why she decided to take up martial arts and participate in fight clubs — if things took a turn for the worse, who was going to save her if not herself?

She’d been debating on whether to go to the pool or not for a dip when she heard that familiar sound: a douchebag trying to get his way. Like a moth to a flame, she needed to see what was going down — so she rushed quickly, catching the last of the girl’s insult. She chuckled as the man walked away, head hanging down in shame. With a slow, loud clap, she made her way to the pool area, saying. “Great comeback. Love it when a girl puts a douche back in his place.”

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Ren Faire I Peter & Kelsey

[kelseydiangelo]

astrapeter:

“The Goonies?!” Peter’s entire face lit up. He’d never even make that comparison in his own head. “I love that movie! It depends on which home I was being shuffled to. I met the Lost Boys in the South Side so I spent most of my time there, but every once in a while, some rich couple would take me on as a charity project,” He rolled his eyes, thinking back to the tortures he experienced in more than one of those hell holes. It wasn’t about that right now though. Today was about Kelsey. “I’m twenty one, thank you very much. Oh, that’s funny. Peter Pan never fails,” Peter stepped up to the front of the line and grabbed one of the pies from the line up. He threw with all of his might and to his luck, smashed it directly in the guy’s face. 

South Side — that’s what she thought. A tiny smile appeared on her face, like a little pat on the back for guessing it. Kelsey nodded slowly — she understood that, but it was so long ago that she couldn’t remember what it was like to be in the foster system. She’d had families that were kind enough to her, but they never truly felt like her own. So she left, and took matters into her own hands, and here she was now. She couldn’t really say anything when it came to Peter’s experiences though. “Twenty-one?” she repeated incredulously. “Huh. Never would have guessed.” Raising an eyebrow, Kelsey watched him intently as he threw the pie, pleasantly surprised when it landed on his face. “Impressive. My turn?” She grabbed the next pie, throwing it as hard as she could — it landed squarely on another man’s face.

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gibraltariangirl:

“Gibraltar is it’s own entity, south of Spain. It’s on the southern end of the Iberian Peninsula and its British overseas territory” she explained with a smile. “Have you ever heard of the rock of gilbraltar? Or The Pillar’s of Hercules?” she asked. “It’s beautiful,” she told her with a bright smile. “I guess I’ll have to look it up. Whether I can drive here or not” she admitted. “Oh, no problem then, I’ll just have to explore on my own”

"Oh, okay,” Kelsey said, nodding. “Can’t say I’ve heard about either of those, but I do know Hercules. Big, hulking guy, right?” She could only guess that the Iberian Peninsula was somewhere in Europe because of the girl’s foreign accent — somewhere close to Spain, maybe? “I’ll look it up someday.” Pursing her lips, she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Hey, wait — I could take you there or something. I pass them sometimes and I don’t have anything better to do, so...”

[kelseydiangelo]

gibraltariangirl:

“I have my license in Gibraltar, I don’t know if that would work here?” she said, looking to the girl to see if she had an answer. She bobbed her head in some form of a nod. “Okay, cool. Any good ones, any bad ones?” she asked.

“Gibraltar? Where’s that?” Kelsey could only shrug again. “Dunno. I’m not from California so I can’t help you there — you probably could, though.” Banning someone from driving just because they had a foreign license seemed silly. She gave a little chuckle, shaking her head again. “I don’t do museums, sorry. They probably have one for whatever you’re interested though.”

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roscoe--sykes:

@kelseydiangelo

Send “What are you doing?” and I’ll generate a number for your muse to find my muse..

1. Exercising

It was somewhat late at night and the nearest gym was closed. He was used to 24 hour gyms, so he was disappointed when the one at the compound was closed. Making his way to the nearest park, he found a decent area where he could do pull-ups, so he got straight to it. “72… 73…” He was in the process of lifting himself up once more when he heard someone approaching. He glanced over and saw the young girl there, but didn’t say anything, returning to his workout.

What kind of person did pull-ups... in the park? Kelsey had to wonder — sure, she’d understand people running on the path, but there had to be a place other than the park for pull-ups. Show-off. Pulling out the joint in between her teeth, she stepped closer. Her mouth nearly dropped when she saw that it was Roscoe, of all people — but of course he’d do something like this. “Yo, what are the pull-ups for?” she asked, stepping out of the shadows. “Is the weight of your family’s perfect reputation getting a little too heavy for you?”