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kim: hey kim: did you text me accidentally?

kurtanmucklowe

trent: oh shit yh sry

trent: sup kimmy kim

#text: trenton phelps.#ft. kimberly waverly.

miladythewinter

#TRENTON PHELPS.#ft. valerie ives.

@kierankyleculkin

trent: yo i’m high af watching the news why they keep talking abt the straight of homos lol

#text: trenton phelps.#it’s the fact he’s watching the news #that’s the most concerning factor here

manny-jacinto

ADAM SCOTT Mastermind (April 2025)

#MIKE BENSON.#sometimes i miss this dweeb #first pic is especially his style

hotch-girl

even with computers

THE SOPRANOS (1999 — 2007)

#TRENTON PHELPS.#afksjadkaks

kierankyleculkin

For a split second, Valerie let herself believe this might go differently. That maybe Eric was about to say something almost… nice. It was a stretch. A full fantasy, really. Still, she entertained the idea. It lasted about eight seconds. At this point, she wasn’t even sure if it was a crush anymore or just pure fixation. Nothing she did seemed to land, and that alone made him impossible to ignore.

By the time Eric finished his sentence, she sighed softly, brushing her fingers along her chin before letting her hand drop.

“Wow,” she said with a small, forced chuckle, as if she was actually intrigued. “I think this is the first time anyone’s ever called me that,” she paused, lips pressing together. This was obviously a bit, and Valerie was more than willing to commit. “Thank you, though,” she added, “But I have a fear of cameras.”

A complete lie. And not even a good one.

kurtanmucklowe

“Fear of cameras,” he repeated with a scoff, like that was the stupidest excuse he’d ever heard. “Well, I can believe that more than the fact you’ve never been called ‘creepy’ before.” Eric might actually have been mildly impressed by her lack of emotional response, if he wasn’t too busy being disgusted by her obvious lack of self-respect.

“Don’t worry, I’d never dream of hiring a nobody. Especially not one as pathetic as to fawn all over the somebodies the way you do.” A self-satisfied grin broke across his features. “I’m not normally one for giving out unsolicited advice, but...” He clucked his tongue mockingly. “You should really get yourself a life, Vera. Stop chasing clout all the damn time and maybe, just maybe, you’d be someone worth talking to.”

#thread: eric holcomb.#ft. valerie ives.#vera <3

kierankyleculkin

valerie: calm down valerie: i was on a call with olaf valerie: yeah!! i dont know where he found my number because i told will not to give it to him valerie: oh well valerie: he asked about where you live lol so random

kurtanmucklowe

trent: wtf if ur joking val istg trent: NOT funny trent: cuz u kno he lives in LA too now rite so plz don’t give him my address even as a joke PLZ trent: [after being left on read yet again, this time for a whole hour] trent: VAL ANSWER ME RN 😠

#text: trenton phelps.#ft. valerie ives.

sophsun1

10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger

#TRENTON PHELPS.#dynamic: trent & kim.

1liv

EVAN PETERS as COOPER MADSEN in THE BEAUTY 1x09

#ERIC HOLCOMB.

@kierankyleculkin

“You know, I’m actually looking for someone to play a crucial role in my next production—” He began, pompous and straight-faced as ever, “and I think you’d be perfect for it. Seriously. You’ve just got... that look.” For perhaps the first time ever, Eric looked at Valerie for longer than he usually deemed tolerable, as if he were genuinely contemplating putting her talentless, mediocre existence anywhere near the front of a camera. “That creepy stalker girl look,” came the cutting punchline.

#thread: eric holcomb.#ft. valerie ives.#naturally

@kierankyleculkin

“Kim?” The surprise in his tone was accompanied by a not-so-subtle hint of smug delight. “Damn. It is you, right? That’s crazy.” Hardly crazy bumping into an old face back in your hometown, but Trent’s visits were pretty rare ever since his solo career took off — and he hadn’t seen this freckled face for almost... what, two, three years? Time moves pretty fast, as Bueller would say. Was that long enough for water to have finally made its way under the bridge? The already unstable bridge that he’d seemed utterly determined to set ablaze before he upped and left her for Los Angeles? Probably not. But hey, if shit hit the fan, he sure wouldn’t waste an opportunity to rub his newfound success in her face.