༺ can you see blue velvet?

[leslieism]

benfound:

               “ i cannot believe my parents just told me i had to cut my hair for graduation or they’re not coming — what kind of bullshit is that? it’d be a SIN to cut this flow. ” ben’s not one to overly obsess over his appearance, and certainly it would matter less when he graduated and committed to that path that didn’t have nhl on it, but the hair is iconic. especially now that he’s not even going to med school, he’s not too fond on leaving it behind on the floor of some barber shop.

       “and my parents told me not to be an useless artist.” she raised her eyebrows in a funny way as she put her upper and lower lips together. family talks sometimes would make her laugh and other times they were just there to make her cry. her smile was gone in few seconds, leaving its place to a weary facial expression. “so you can be happy that the thing they interfere is your hair.”

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toddcaldwell:

     “I thought, of course I want to move up north to Boston and become a mechanic. But three years later, my confidence is shot and I’m a shell of my former self.” It was a really poor joke, and he let his chuckle fade as he finished his story about how he came to Boston, working at the job he did. “But I guess it did pay off in the end.”

    “so, this was your story. now, it is time for me to talk about mine.” she giggled with the soft expression residing on her face. “i came here because i simply wanted to stay away from my family. they are still shocked about the fact i didn’t return back to canada. while i’m away from them, i focus on my art without their judgements. ---- they are way too disappointed because i’m an artist.” she shrugged lightly. “i guess i can say ‘it did pay off in the end’ for my situation too.”

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maxfraser:

“No matter how it goes, I have a feeling it’ll be good.” Max took a minute to decide what he wanted to do in terms of food. He and salt had never gotten along too well. Something spicy sounded good, but Greek – Greek sounded heavenly. “Alexander’s is pretty damn good. It’s a hole-in-the-wall, but they’ve got the best gyros I’ve ever had. 

Max unlocked the car doors and slid into the drivers seat. “Sorry about all this,” Max said, quickly moving to clear the kids books and plastic toys out of the front seat where he usually stored them. “My kid hates being in the car. He goes crazy without all this stuff.” 

“hold on to that feeling because i feel the exact same thing.” lee agreed with a joyful nod. “great choice. now our destination after the dance is decided. greek food makes every night end better.” she took her place in the car but after max’s moment with the toys, it wasn’t hard to see that she was surprised from the change of the expression on her face. “i-- uh-- didn’t know that you were married.” it was too late for her to stop the instant blushing on her rosy cheeks. her lips failed, trying to form a awkward smile.  

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bosjackson:

The train jerked forward just a bit before going back to a stop. Jackson sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, “of course…” he muttered to himself. It was like anytime he was on the blue line this happened, it was what he got for going to the coldest beach on earth: Revere. They were in a tunnel, and… there it was, the conductor calling over the radio that the train was indeed broke down. He sat down beside a stranger and looked over at them, “Typical, huh.” he said, pulling one of his ear buds out. “Hope you weren’t tryin’ to get anywhere fast.”

her words started with a muffled gasp, she was trying to stay away from her house today so that’s why this little unfortunate event didn’t disappoint her. “maybe it is a blessing in disguise.” a small smile curled her lips as her eyes went directly to the stranger. “no, not at all. what about you?”

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maxfraser:

“Oh,” Max said, voice playful, “I was born ready. I’m just not so sure if you are.” He began to walk, leading the way towards his car. “If you ever need me to slow down so you can keep up with me, just let me know.” He chuckled, pulling his keys out of his back pocket. “Are you at least going to buy me dinner after?” 

“well, we’ll see, maybe i’ll embarrass myself or maybe people will focus on you and don’t see my awkward moves, huh?” she said with a playful voice, following his steps. “alrigt, dinner is on me. where should i take your for a dinner? what about some greek food? or something spicy? or i can cook it for you but that’s too risky, i might poison you by accident. people say that i have no limits when it is salt.”

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marjorie-weber:

“Well, duh! You are talking like you are from another century. You don’t seem that old, what is your secret?” The blonde teased. “Aww, you are so sweet and naive. But no, that’s not how dating works in these days.”

“my secret is keeping the soul of a seven years old inside of me.” she grinned and a simple shrug followed her words. “okay but let me ask you something, how can we seperate one time things and  the dates i talk about, like continuous and fluffy ones?”

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fabioxdeoliveira:

“I know.” Fabio nodded his head with a smile on his face. He knew Leslie would never do that and he was solely teasing her. If Leslie gave Fabio a criticism, it would be nothing but constructive. “Are you kidding me? This is my favorite thing to do. I don’t remember ever enjoying painting this much.“ Fabio laughed. He really loved the fact that the two’d found themselves this little game, and he admired how both himself and Leslie had no ego nor jealousy towards each other whatsoever. It was a common thing among artists and designers, but Fabio and Leslie were indeed trying to push each other forward. “Exactly. Observing each other’s works and making critiques on them teach me more things than classes do, actually. Honestly, this is going to help me a lot with my little gallery. I might even use some of these works there.”

“so, talking abou that gallery...” she said, there was a wondering light in her blue eyes. “how is everything going?” she was aware of how much fabio was working for his gallery, for his art. leslie always wanted to open her gallery too and that was her biggest aim in her life but her gallery was very different in her imagination. she dreamed of her gallery as a ‘lifetime’ one, that gallery must have everything she did, from the first painting to the last one. that’s why she was waiting for the right time sequence. “i should be the first one you’ll call if you need any help and you know that, right?”

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maxfraser:

“I’m sure.” Max replied. “I made a promise and I’ll keep it. Besides, how do you know we’ll be that bad? I mean, I can’t dance but I’ve got the latin part down pat. One outta two ain’t bad.” Max did his best to sound hopeful. Chances were that he would be terrible, and that she’d never let him live it down. “I bet you any money someone there will be worse than us.” 

“okay, i think i can rely on your latin part. can i?” she replied with a smirk. “maybe you’ve got the moves, somewhere inside of you, burried deep. there is only one way to see how this bet will end up... we have to try it, so... are you ready?” 

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scarlet-monet:

“Got it.” They nodded, sliding it back into the packet before shoving the entire thing in their coat pocket. When the woman suggested that they go back inside, they let out a hollow chuckle before motioning to the cigarette that they were about to light. “I told you I was coming out here for a smoke break anyways. And to be honest with you, parties aren’t really my thing either. I typically only go because my friends force me to.” They shrugged, lighting their cigarette and sucking it in, allowing the smoke to fill their lungs before releasing it back out into the world. “How’d you end up here?”

“oh, really?” their answer surprised leslie because they looked very adapted to the place. “well, sometimes i end up thinking that i am the only person who can’t cope with these kind of parties. it seems like i’m not alone.” leslie smiled tensely. she was still mad at herself because she let someone to drag herself to this place. “i was trying to make friends, basically.” leslie’s eyes went to the ground for a few seconds. “i thought that maybe i could just let people to drag me to places ‘normal’ people go but i’m barely normal, so...”

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marjorie-weber:

“It’s too big, concealer doesn’t help.” Marjorie sighed in frustration. “I am excited indeed. He’s so hot, I can’t wait to fuck him.”

“so this must be how ‘dating concept’ must end up in our century...” she laughed a little. “i’m totally out of it, still cute and non-sexual things pop into my head when i hear the word ’dating’.”

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maxfraser:

“If your offer still stands, I think I’ll take you up on it.” 

“are you sure? because that might be challenging, we’ll be in a place full of talented people who can dance because this is how latin dance nights work and we have to dance and probably--- okay, not probably, surely, we will fail.”

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marjorie-weber:

“Is that a pimple? Shit, no! — - That can’t be a pimple. I have a date tonight. I can’t show up with a fucking pimple on my face. What should I do?”

“I think some concealer will deal with that. you seem very excited for this date thing, you are, right?”

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alex--boothe:

‘’People assume all musicians who tour or just play anywhere like to sleep around. It’s one of those misconceptions and it’s frustrating when you’re one of those who don’t.’’ Alex sighed and set his guitar aside. ‘’It pisses me off. ‘’

“people have this habit of thinking unreal things about artists.” she nodded, smiling. “as a painter, i completely understand.”

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scarlet-monet:

Scarlet just wanted to prevent the woman from panicking in the party and wanted to help calm her down. Sure, Scarlet didn’t know her at all, but they could see how uncomfortable she was, and they couldn’t just… Ignore that, like everyone else was. “Yeah. This place hosts a party pretty much every second weekend. The owners some big shot or something. I don’t fucking know.” Scarlet shrugged. “I probably know the building better than the guy hosting the damn thing.” They explained as they leaned against the wall and pulled out their pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and holding the pack out for the girl in case she wanted one. “Typically, I prefer when girls owe me alcoholic drinks, but… Yeah. I’ll let you owe me a coffee.” They nodded. “I’m Scarlet.”

while listening to what they were telling, she was looking around carefully and nodding in slow motions. she rejected the cigarette politely because leslie tried it once in her life and that one attempt made her sure that she was not gonna try it again. "i don't smoke like i don't drink." she added a few words quickly. "i'm pleased to meet you, scarlet. look i don't mind if you want to get back to the party, i probably interrupted your fun moment in there and i wouldn't want that." lee was hoping she would make it to home safe and sound while she was still talking. 

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olivermckenzie:

“I’m not sure if you’re aware, but it’s fucking cold, so if you could let me inside, that’d be wonderful…”

"i need a better reason than that to let you in." 

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sageanders:

  “i mean…. you can totally hold me regardless, just like, all the time.” she shrugs, looking innocent. “I’m here for all hugs all the time.”

“then it is the perfect time for some free hugs!” leslie’s voice was loud and gleeful when she put her arms around sage for a cozy hug. 

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detective-grantchambers:

“Hey.. You know– She has brothers and sisters that are up for adoption..” He mentioned and gave a coy smile. 

“really? this is what i call ‘good news’! i’ve been looking for a cute and furry friend. just tell me, when we are going to adopt the pup?” her excitement was showing itself with the big smile all over her face.