no.

Marcus Howard, 36. You'll see me on the 6 o'clock news.

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valerieives‌:

“Probably.” Valerie shrugged. “Then again Christie is staring at everybody so I wouldn’t take that as a sign.” The woman was weird, she would stare at people a lot, Val always found her too odd to approach, besides if she approached her, what would they talk about? Budgets? 

“I don’t remember the website’s name.” Which wasn’t a lie, because she truly didn’t. “Although you can see the link all over the Twitter. It’s the first thing comes up when you search Marcus Howard.”

Of course, as usual, his useful assistant remembered nothing actually useful. If Marcus saved a penny in a jar for every time like this he simply considered firing and replacing her, he’d have enough to buy a yacht. But he wasn’t in charge of HR or the hiring of people who were assigned to help them. Such was his great luck. 

He hadn’t glanced at the article yet or even looked it up, but Marcus wasn’t going to let anyone besmirch his name quite so easily. “Listen, you finished law school, right?”

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auriksen‌:

“Yeah.. because it’s my job to assist her personal life as well, right? I didn’t sign up for that.” She murmured not loud enough for people to hear. “Why am I to blame? I’m not working in the store, I am not the one to provide the ingredients to her salad. I just followed her instructions and brought her gluten free, dairy free lunch from the shop she adores. Why am I to blame for everything including the salad?” 

“Assistant means assisting someone with every aspect of their job. This means you get her lunch so she can spend that time working, and not wasting it standing in line at the deli. See how that works? If you don’t wanna do that, well, McDonald’s is always hiring,” he shrugged. Marcus didn’t have the patience for anyone complaining about their jobs, especially such basic ones as being someone’s personal assistant.

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auriksen‌:

“I work in Gensler, or at least their offices here in New York. I’m one of the assistants they try to drive insane.” 

“Well as you probably know by now, the job of an assistant is to assist the person they’re working for. So the fact your boss isn’t entirely satisfied probably means you’re doing something wrong there.” He should know, he had a useless assistant himself. “Maybe she likes her salad fresh, don’t know many who enjoy a limp shit lettuce salad.” 

[marcushowards-blog]

valerieives‌:

“I wish.” She had to admit, it would be quite funny if Kavanaugh shat himself on the stand. Val nodded her head as she tried not to roll her eyes, he really didn’t need to state he didn’t give a shit, that was given already, anyone who talked to him more than three seconds would know. “It’s just..” Val started with a sigh. “There’s an article about you on a website, written by a really opinionated person. They have a column named, ‘The Problematic Of The Week’, they are talking about you and the incident,” Obviously. “– and they are comparing you to Ted Bundy. The exact quote was He has the looks of Ted Bundy, but I don’t think he is not half as clever as Bundy was.” And that wasn’t even the worst bit. “There are other stuff too. You might want to look at it.”

Marcus’s face as he listened to Valerie was much like his face was at any other time of day; when a barista told him she didn’t catch his name, or his boss gave him the rundown of the pieces he wanted Marcus to cover; or when his sister called about news about his niece (who he truly couldn’t give a bigger shit about). A concentrated look, single brow raised, that truthfully could’ve probably been mistaken for constipation. “Is that why Christie from accounts was staring at me in the elevator today? Christ on a fucking bike.”

He huffed his irritation. A good six to eight months had gone without mention of the ‘incident’ in any sort of media. He should’ve figured something was coming. “What website did you say?”

[marcushowards-blog]

helloveronicax‌:

“Do you have a hammer I could borrow? My neighbour next door won’t stop banging on my walls and I’m gonna give her a taste of her own medicine!”

“Or you could just...ask her to tone it down.”

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auriksen‌:

“I don’t know what’s worst - having to walk five blocks to get to work because the bus was late, or listening to my boss’ bitching about how the lettuce of her salad wasn’t fresh enough. Either way, today hasn’t been the best day.”

"What is it that you do, Aurora?”

[marcushowards-blog]

genevievetate‌:

“God no, I wouldn’t know how to eat it. It’d be great for an insta story and then you’re left trying to decide if you use it like a plate or have it like a taco,” she reasoned, weighing the options in her head. Part of her work was trying odd foods around the city and while she hadn’t stumbled across the item he’d mentioned, she was sure it was a real thing. With social media becoming more popular, restaurants would compete to showcase their personal rarities, hoping it would draw the crowd. “Ten points for presentation though. They’d have a line out the door if people caught wind of it.” She handed the pretzel off with an appreciative smile, taking a bite of her hotdog when she’d gotten a hand free. But then he’d asked her name and she needed a moment to finish chewing before she could reply. “Gen – you’re going to learn very quickly that I’m kind of a mess when I eat,” she mused, already swiping the corner of her lip for some ketchup. She took the seat across from him, eying the park for a second before meeting his eyes again. “It’s so nice out. We could’ve done a picnic.”

"I have to disagree, I feel like most people are over the whole novelty shit instead of plates trend,” Marcus said with a shrug, taking a rather large bite of his hot dog that left mustard on the corners of his lips. He dabbed at it with a napkin. “Well, that makes two messes.” To her suggestion, he raised a slightly skeptical brow. “This could be considered a picnic, can’t it?”

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valerieives‌:

Val literally bit her tongue to stop herself from saying something, instead she just gave him a forced a smile. Of course he asked her if she’d gotten laid or not, that’s all he wanted from life but considering his atrocious personality and his average looks, it wasn’t much of a surprise that women weren’t lining up. “Nothing, I was just making sure you have your morning coffee.” Val nodded, crossing her arms against her chest out of nervousness. “Have you checked your Twitter feed yet?”

Marcus took a sip of his coffee and adjusted his collar. “No, why. Did Kavanaugh shit himself on the stand?” Politics wasn’t Marcus’s area of reporting, but the longer this administration progressed, the more they had everyone work overtime to report happenings that developed hour by hour. “Whatever it is, I’m not going on air today, so I literally don’t give a shit.”

[marcushowards-blog]

@thezlist: Channel 8 news reporter Marcus Howard and accompanying female attend the Tom Ford show, New York Fashion Week.

@valerieives

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valerieives‌:

Val knew this wasn’t going to be an easy morning when woke up at 6am for no apparent reason. While browsing her Twitter feed idly, she noticed an article about her “beloved” boss Marcus, the title was Problematic of the Week. Knowing no good would come out of that, Val only skimmed the article instead of reading the whole thing – sure she wasn’t the biggest fan of him but article was nothing but a reach. For a moment she thought about pretend like she hasn’t seen it, then she remembered he would be even more furious if he saw it on his own. A fake smile plastered on her face, Val greeted Marcus as she placed his coffee on his table. “Good morning.” She mused. “I brought your favorite bagel,” Val paused to point the bagels, “And here is your morning coffee.” @marcushowards

Immediately suspicious of her cheerful actions, Marcus raised a brow, eyeing everything she placed on the table as if she’d laced them with arsenic earlier. With the amount of work he made her do compared to the other assistants, it wouldn’t surprise him. “What’s all this? Did you get laid last night? No never mind, that’s not possible,” he quickly added. As if anyone would want to hook up with a girl with as much attractiveness or social finesse as a mealworm. Very slowly and suspiciously he picked up the coffee cup and brought it to his lips.

[marcushowards-blog]

lukeriverss‌:

After he spoke, Luke watched him check out the blonde that had passed by them and he chuckled before taking a dink from his beer. “Send her a drink.”

Marcus eyed the stranger (he’d forgotten his name already — was it Liam?), nearly wishing he could say something rude. But he shook his head instead. "You should. She looks closer to your age.” 

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genevievetate‌:

“But isn’t that so boring?” the syllables elongated before she turned towards the vendor, taking the drink that was offered to her, tapping the top of the can to keep it from fizzing. “There’s only so much to do and say to someone sitting across from them.” She wasn’t much for dating, but she preferred anything that didn’t involve a formal sit down dinner as a date. “Am I?” she questioned teasingly, the corners of her mouth curling upwards into a grin. “Don’t worry; I promise not to break the bank.”

They didn’t have enough hands to carry everything they’d ordered, hot dog in one hand, pretzel in another, the rim of her coke can caught between her teeth for a moment before she decided that wouldn’t work, holding the can in her hand instead, the pretzel tucked between her side and the hook of her elbow. Her gaze fell to the stranger beside her, trying to see how he was managing, if it was any better or more amusing. “I suppose I could make an exception. I’m Gen, by the way,” she mused, carefully walking in the direction he mentioned. “I’d offer to shake your hand but –“

"So are you one of those people who prefers their food served in palm leaves and shit like that?” he said, turning his head to glance her way as they walked. Marcus noticed she was having a hard time balancing things, so pulling his wallet into his back pocket and with only a hot dog and a drink on him, he gently took the pretzel away from her to hold himself. “Marcus,” he replied as they rounded the corner with the entrance to the park. It was a cool, crisp autumn day, the kind he was thankful for after the shitty, sweaty summer. “Yeah, no handshakes necessary.” A picnic bench complete with a table appeared soon before them, and Marcus set his drink down. “As promised.”

[dailyhouse]

[valerieives-blog]

[8:12 am]: Where's my coffee you Jersey Shore reject. You're late.

Valerie [unsent]: I WILL THROW THAT COFFEE TO YOUR FACE WHEN I GET THERE.Valerie: I am walking, the coffee shop you sent me was closed, so I went to another one. Valerie: I will be there in 10.

[marcushowards-blog]

Marcus: Well that’s no good for me, we’re on air in 5, Val. So you can take your sweet ass time. Marcus: Be here at 8:45 though. With a hot coffee. NOT from Dunkin.  Marcus: And a donut. Glazed. 

[gyllenhaaldaily]

Jake Gyllenhaal photographed by David Slijper for Esquire (2017)

[dortprincess]

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kate-rollins‌:

“Well, you’re just ridiculously picky.” Kate couldn’t help but roll her eyes as they jogged. It was all down to teasing, as it seemed the man was responding fairly well to it. “Dunkin’ is the closest, but we can run an extra half a mile until something that’s more up your alley.”

Well, if this wasn’t a dilemma of a lifetime. As much as he loathed Dunkin’, he wasn’t sure he could last the extra half mile run to the next place and still be functional for the rest of what he had planned for the day. “Fine. Dunkin’ it is.”