pyts & wannabes

all the vips, pyts & wannabes afraid of not being your friend.

[stevenrogered]

Manny Rio trying to be threatening while struggling with his chopsticks

[capitaoamerica]

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Pedro Pascal photographed by Daria Kobayashi Ritch for GQ USA (2018)

[matthcwlillard]

sally albright in those glasses and that outfit in:

When Harry Met Sally (1989) dir Rob Reiner

[vanessacarlysle]

Happy 30th Birthday, Elizabeth Olsen! ♥ 02/16/2019

[ofviolentsdelights]

dell-aird​:

“imogen isn’t a common one, so it’s like a breath of fresh air in the names department,” delilah said with a chuckle. “this is my go-to place when i want to relax. and always alone,” she answered, “don’t get me wrong, though. i have no problem being alone.” delilah raised a brow at the other, “you’re never alone but you are now. is it that bad of a day?” the psychiatrist signaled for the bartender and ordered another drink for herself before she turned to the other, “allow me to buy you another drink, imogen.”

imogen laughed. “a breath of fresh air is a first one.” leaning against the bar, her elbow props on top of the bar, looking over at the stranger. she squinted at the other. growing up has made her tougher than she used to be. she was still the same girl she’s always been, just a little more skeptical. “oh i don’t either! just---- never drank alone. in public.” she paused to laugh. “i mean i’m not going to stop you from buying me another.”

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dell-aird‌:

“inevitable,” delilah agreed with a soft tone. the nervous laugh made delilah aware of her actions. of course, not everyone would react confidently to a stranger talking to them. however, when the lady scooted closer and offered a hand shake, delilah smiled warmly and took the hand. “pleasure to meet you, imogen. delilah. delilah aird,” she introduced. “you come here often?”

“delilah. i like that name...” the wheels silently turned in hr head. she thought about who someone named delilah would be like. a story began in her head. imogen was pulled out of her thougths. shaking her head, she offers a small smile. “uh, not really. only been a few times before with some friends. never alone. you?”

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sirensfm‌:

          sloane’s  gifted  with  a  cool  facade  ,   but  she’s  internally  giddy  at  the  prospect  of  slipping  off  alone  with  jesse   —–   not  for  the  luxury  of  his  transportation ,  though  it  surely  beats  the  hunk  of  shit  she’s  got  ,  but  simply  for  a  second  to  savor  something  close  to  intimacy  on  these  wild  nights  .  she’s  practically  on  his  lap  by  the  time  the  door  shuts  ,  her  lips  grazing  his  jaw  and  trailing  a  path  of  dulcet  kisses  up  to  his  earlobe  .  her  teeth  lightly  sink  into  the  flesh  ,   giggling  softly  into  him  .  “  do  you  have  a  destination  in  mind  or  are  you  gonna  make  your  driver  go  in  circles  ?  ”  she  steals  another  kiss  ,  this  one  deeper  and  riddled  with  urgency  ,   “  not  that  i’m  complaining  ,  boss  .  ”

jesse calls out last minute orders to the lingering men around them before sliding in to the backseat with sloane. he’s quick to close the gap between them. his arms wrap around her to tug her closer. a large hand splays over her thigh to keep her by his side. humming, his head tilts to the side. her lips bring him a moment of peace. for a split second he forgets about all the stress and evil within in his world. he grips her rear at her words. “i haven’t gave him a destination yet,” he admits. jesse grabs her face to deepen the kiss. laughing, he bites his bottom lip, teeth digging in to the wet flesh. “what do you want? dinner? walk on the beach? back to my place? anything you want. i’ll give you anything you want tonight.” in reality he’d give her anything she wanted, ever.

[elizabetholsens]

leigh smiling, part two // sorry for your loss, season two

[elliot-olivia]

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dell-aird‌:

“i guess most drink to relax,” dell echoed with a sigh. “oh, honey, i’m so sorry about that. bad day at work?” she asked. “talking to someone about a bad day or a shitty feeling usually helps. and this is somewhat a good setup, because we do have drinks to accompany us, too.”

imogen wasn’t used to this much kindness. “well, uh... they happen, i guess.” she let out a nervous laugh. nervously, she sipped on her drink. “i guess you’re right.” she scoots closer and pushes her hand out. “i’m imogen.”

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fromoceanwaves‌:

“hey, well, you met your deadline at least, right?” cj references to the accomplishment, hopes it perks up the woman. “i’m cj,” she finally introduces herself. “i work next door at the smoothie shop – don’t really get too many writers over there since we don’t sell coffee in solidarity,” she jokes.

“dramadies are on the rise,” she exclaims, genuinely. “do you write short stories, or movies? i don’t have a creative bone in my body, so props.” 

it wasn’t until her name rolls off her tongue that she realizes she’s divulged everything but her childhood to a complete stranger. “fuck, yeah. sorry. i should have introduced myself,” she straightened up. “i’m imogen. nice to meet you, cj.” god she wanted to disappear forever. “i’m not much of a smoothie gal,” she shrugs. “my job is a screenwriter, but i write stories for inspiration, too. is smoothie making your full time gig?”

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strrose‌:

People were automatically intimidated by Robby. Rose had learnt this early on in their partnership. It was something that came in quite a bit of handy as when people first met the five foot six blonde, they were generally underestimated. Robby, not so much. It was a bit frustrating that things were that way but sometimes it came in handy. Either way, people tended to answer questions far quickly when it was both of them, so that was something. “It wasn’t that long ago so before you say you don’t remember please know that we’ve already heard that about six times today and really it’s quite tiring.” Seriously, the stories one heard in their line of work. 

robby smirked at their words. glancing off to the side, he nodded over at his partner. they had each other’s backs from day one. sure, it was rocky for awhile, but now? the duo would take a bullet for one another. “we’re gonna give it to you straight,” he began. “there’s a body in the morgue and a young woman missing. we don’t have time for any games so you’re going to tell us what you know.”

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another party.  he  vaults  over  the  sofa  in  a  single jump,  and  manages  to  land,  ass-planted  on  the  plushness  of  it,  leg  already  crossed  over  the  other  —  mischief  glinting  in  his  gaze  as  he  acknowledges  his  own  intrusion  with  a  perk  of  thick  brows.  “   so.  ”   he  begins  ominously,  helping  himself  to  the  chip  bowl  on  the  table.   “   i’ve  heard  something  about  you.   ”       / .      @angelestarters

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collapsed in to the leather couch, his legs are spread and arms are stretched out wide, taking up the entire seat to himself. his whole demeanor said do not talk to me. he wasn’t in the mood. his lackeys were bugging him and he got stood up on a potential business meeting. the only reason he was there was in case he was needed for the evening. jesse’s eyes narrowed at the man when he began to talk to him. “and what exactly did you hear about me?” his voice was cold. “what have i not already heard?”

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sirensfm‌:

          it’s  a  familiar  dance  ,  the  way  jesse  and  sloane  escape  the  club   —–   in  all  honesty  ,   any  potential  client  should’ve  known  she  was  a  goner  the  moment  jesse  pulled  her  aside  .   he’s  the  boss  ,  sure  ,   but  it’s  also  nearly  impossible  to  deny  him  ;   jesse  simply  compels  her  and  when   they’re  alone  ,  she  presses  herself  flush  against  him  and  drapes  slender  arms  over  his  shoulders  ,   “  yeah  ?  and  how  do  i  do  that  ?  ”  she’s  giggling  ,  scarlet  lipstick  smudged  slightly  and  the  strap  of  her  dress  slipping  down  her  shoulder  .  “  sure  your  fellas  aren’t  gonna  have  a  problem  with  the  big  boss  dipplin’  out  ?  wouldn’t  want  to  cause  any  trouble  for  you  .  ”  a  weighted  pause  settles  between  them  -  sloane  is  nothing  but  trouble  .   “  alright  ,   more  trouble  than  usual  .  ”

heavy hooded eyes stare down at the woman in his arms. the way the back ally lighting casts a soft glow over her features makes his heart skip a beat. a large calloused hand runs over her jaw, thumb dragging along there. he tips her thumb to look up at him. “you know what you do to me.” his voice is low and husky. “the way you walk ‘round the club, talking to the customers, making deals. when you look at me... i can’t keep my eyes off of you.” jesse chuckles. his hand drops from her chin to her shoulder to hook around the falling strap and fix it back over her torso. he scoffs. “darlin’, i’m the boss. i can do whatever the hell i want when i want,” he explains. “they’ll be fine without me.” as if it was on cue, his car pulled up. jesse moved away from sloane and opened up her car door. “after you.”

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ctrlfarah‌:

          Farah was minding her own business, sitting on the park bench when she heard footsteps quickly approach her and she had to be honest here - that spooked her. Being one of the Latino culture, fast unknown footsteps coming towards you was never a good feeling. She felt her heart pick up as she quickly turned to look over her shoulder to see a familiar face and she quickly calmed down. “Oh my gosh Robby, you scared me!” She cries out. “Oh so you’re just going to treat me like one of your cases now?” She raises her eyebrow and purses her lips as she looks at him. “I don’t know? I was probably at home… I can barely remember what I ate for lunch this yesterday.” 

robby let out an exhausted sigh. his head dropped to his chest. fuck. he should have known better than to run up on farah this way. “aye, that’s my bad.” he raised his hands up. honestly, he should know better to question farah. he knew her well enough to know she couldn’t hurt a fly. and from what he can remember, he was in contact with her that night. “i’m sorry, farah...” he sits down next to her and throws an arm around the park bench. “i don’t mean to, but this is a big case. gotta do what boss tells me and question everyone.” robby offers her a smile. “how are you, beautiful?”

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sirensfm‌:

             when  she  was  young  and  shuffled  from  home  to  home  ,   sloane  imagined  that  her  superpower  was  invisibility   —–   she  could  always  hide  in  plain  sight  ,   melt  into  her  surroundings  ;   it’s  why  she  loves  the  ocean  ,  the  chaos  of  los  angeles  ,  the  vices  that  cloud  her  mind  …  anything  bigger  than  herself  that  could  consume  her  and  leave  no  trace  behind  .   right  now  ,   however  ,  it  seems  that  she’s  painfully  seen  ,   and  by  the  wrong  people  .  anxiety  spikes  ,  but  she  keeps  a  cool  facade  ,  “  flattered  that  i  give  the  impression  of  someone  who  befriends  rich  kids  .  ”   a  hand  drags  through  her  thick  locks  ,  knowing  that  evasiveness  raises  suspicion  .  “  i  was  at  work  ,  ”  she  finally  offers  ,   lips  tugging  upwards  .  “  this  must  be  a  nightmare  for  you  ,  huh  ?  ”

robby forces a friendly smile. the stoic male sometimes forgot that to get the answers you want, intimidation wasn’t always the way to go. “looks can be deceiving, ma’am. i only want answers for the family, so i have to talk to as many people as possible.” he squints at the woman. the sun beating down on them made sweat glisten against his forehead. eyes rake over her--- he was always vigilante. “and where’s work exactly?” robby follows up. a light chuckle makes his shoulders shake. “ma’am, it’s all a part of my job. but, yes... any time someone is missing it’s a nightmare for everyone involved. now, back to my question. where’s work?” 

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decvdents‌:

“ i guess it’s no bohemian rhapsody, but it ain’t rocketman either. ” taylor shrugs her shoulders. it’s incredibly easy to talk to imogen, she knew taylor like few. “ i don’t blame them. if we’re anything like the sims, we’re never fully content and at some point we just gotta stop caring. ” she waits anxiously as the other reads the few pages of her script. a sense of relief washes over her as imogen’s critique is far kinder than her own. “ oh… you know. ” she grins nervously. “ good. can’t complain. ” taylor takes a sip of the coffee. “ you? ”

imogen shrugged. lately, things were starting to feel normal between her and taylor. it wasn’t until she went home at night and realized how lonely she was. how sad she was that things didn’t work out with them, “i don’t want to stop caring, but i’m scared it’s going to happen soon.” imogen flips the page, but her attentions turned on taylor again. “good,” she nods. “i’ve been better, but i’ve been worse. so i guess i can’t complain?”