magpie solo

"you're mistaken if you're thinking that i haven't been called cold before" marina manning. 21. casting director on paloma general.

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what's your favorite dirty word?

“Tosser. Short, sweet, snarky. Doesn’t really have the same effect over here, though.”

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cecelias

Cecelia just let out a long and drawn out sigh, not exactly excited for whatever Rina was about to say. She was just as bad as Fletcher for piping up with bad ideas. Or concepts. Or generally something that made her need to use the muscles it took to roll her eyes. “Sensitive as always.” She murmured as she finally set her phone down, feigning that it was only to take a drink of her coffee. She did look at Rina, though, so that was progress. “But sure. Where? I mean, are there any cocktail bars or clubs that are open properly?” She asked, raising a brow in question. “If you suggest an idea, it should be researched, Ri.” Now there was a hint of a smirk.

“I’m the most sensitive, tactful person you know and you know it,” Rina gasped, pressing a hand to her chest in mock hurt. “What’s the harm in getting people out of hiding in their houses and having fun? Or off their phones?” she added, pointedly. She knew her friend was basically married to her work, but still - wasn’t she interesting enough for a bit of conversation? “Okay, alright. You have a point. But I found you this place, didn’t I? I can absolutely find you a fancy cocktail bar. Or, like, someplace grimy. It’ll probably be someplace grimy,” she admitted. “But that doesn’t mean that we have to be grimy.”

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text || mr wrong

FLETCHER: yes, they are prettier than you

FLETCHER: dude i'm already in pain

FLETCHER: why are you trying to make it worse for me

FLETCHER: cant u just go on youtube and find that one scene? why do i have to watch the whole thing

FLETCHER: why do u hate me

RINA: thats it i dont care if theyre in the hospital i have to destroy them

RINA: who is it

RINA: ??????dont leave me hanging mcavoy

RINA: okay fine ill bring hsm but only bc ur grievously wounded

RINA: and i love u

RINA: and im gracious

RINA: and pretty

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nonomarino

“That was all I needed to hear,” Noel conceded, a small smile on her lips as she watched the other speak her heart’s content. “Dude, no. I want it, but I’d also like to hate it before it’s in my thighs. Like so many other things in life. Ah, add to that short list of requirements anyone that won’t feel trapped in a crowded and dark space. Because I’m sure more than one would be against that.” Sticking her tongue out while slowly pulling her drink closer, she cast Rina a quick warning look. “No. Not really. I don’t really hang around actors all that much anyway. Or anyone else.” Which didn’t sound sad, not with the tone of voice she’d employed for that statement. She hoped.

“Spoilsport,” Rina sniffed, reaching for another packet of sugar to unceremoniously dump into her drink instead. “Okay, fine, fine. You can keep the cream, and I’ll just make you feel better by making my drink the unhealthiest.” Not that it was particularly a sacrifice on her part - she didn’t exactly share the same reluctance to inhale a sickening amount of sugar. “Honestly, you aren’t missing out. Crew members get to have the most fun ‘cause we don’t have to be on our toes for the press all the time. We’re the blondes of the TV industry,” she reasoned. “And hey. You’ve got me,” she pointed out, flashing the other girl a wide smile, “so you’ve already struck jackpot. Why worry?”

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[text]: That’s brilliant but could get us arrested. Give me shots until I shout LET’S DO THIS (Noel)

[text] rina: u see THAT is the attitude i like to hear on gods own wednesday night

[text: rina: hellyes-el

[text] rina: you wont regret it i PROMISE

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[text]: Honestly it was like 3 AM and I only agreed to go to the strip club because I wanted chicken tenders

[text]: rina:  that was ur only motivation? suuuuuuuuuuuuuure

[text]: rina: was their chicken……………….tender

[text]: rina: that was disgusting i want to vomit nvm i hope it was worth it

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[text]: My good Christian morals say no, but my complete disregard of anything related to religion says yes

[text] rina: mmm a crisis of faith! always keeps decisions fun

[text] rina: alright okay u wait outside with the car ill be there in five for a quick getaway once the deed is Done

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📱 TFLN Starters – 12/?? 📱

[text]: I am sure I don’t wanna know but I have to ask… Why is there a kiddie pool full of jello in the living room?

[text]: The bubbles in my bathtub are singing to me in german…..

[text]: I wont be hard to find. Im wearing a darth vader mask and I have a megaphone.

[text]: Actually, I’m graduating from college on Saturday so that makes me a well educated bitch.

[text]: Banjos are just sex machines. Like lights to moths, banjos are to hipster bitches.

[text]: when I’m not with you everything just looks like crayon scribble

[text]: Yea. It’s kind of weird knowing that there are kindergarten teachers out there with their nipples pierced.

[text]: Yea, i was tied up and blindfolded. And someone was throwing chicken nuggets at my face.

[text]: All I heard was “I swear it’ll be funny” and then we were in jail.

[text]: I have tasted many bathrooms

[text]: Worst wingman u don’t do ANYTHING but laugh at my incompitant shyness

[text]: I just feel like if we dated, he’d just be crying the entire relationship

[text]: I think drunk me is trying to kill me.

[text]: Man, I’m real high and googling what all my favorite figure skaters from childhood are doing now.

[text]: The highlight of my night will be digging in other people’s garbage

[text]: Bc u told a stranger in the hotel “I have sinned’ and made him get into the hotel fountain and “baptize u”. I’ve got a vid

[text]: He kept trying to make out with me but I was just trying to show him Shrek memes

[text]: There’s a dude wearing a banana suit at the house across the street….

[text]: I’m pretty sure the Bible says “He who is most sober may cast the first stone.”

[text]: I’ve seriously never been more thankfully for marijuana and my resting bitchface.

[text]: My good Christian morals say no, but my complete disregard of anything related to religion says yes

[text]: Honestly it was like 3 AM and I only agreed to go to the strip club because I wanted chicken tenders

[text]: so like i may have gotten a little bit of blood in the charging port of my phone

[text]: That’s brilliant but could get us arrested. Give me shots until I shout LET’S DO THIS

[text]: I’ll just say I told you so at your funeral

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nonomarino:

“As long as you’re insisting and buying the first round of those expensive pretty drinks…” Noel gave a half-glare at the presumed amount of fat and calories on top of her own drink. Surviving ‘near seismic death’, however, was more than a good enough reason to throw back copious amount of sugar her system didn’t actually need. Whatever. “I’ve heard of people partying for more fucked up reasons than these, so I’m game. For the most part. Who else ‘ve you got coming along?”

Rina tilted her head, considering the conditions for a long moment. “....I’ll buy one. Two if they’re really good. Three if they’ve got a high enough alcohol content and you’re crafty enough to take advantage of me,” she decided, pointing her spoon warningly at the other girl.  “Well, I thought of it five seconds ago, so right now it’s just you. Anyone who can still walk, I guess. Got any suggestions? Also, if you don’t want that cream I’ll definitely take it.”

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Finding a coffee shop that was still in a position to serve drinks had been a challenge, but Rina was no quitter when it came to caffeine. “In the spirit of avoiding near seismic death,” she spoke up, poking an almost intimidating amount of whipped cream down into her coffee as she addressed the person across from her, “I suggest we go out somewhere. Tonight. Somewhere with flashing lights and pretty drinks. Please?”

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lydia-matthews:

“As fun as an apocalyptic Treble Makers would be, it’s still quite shit that most of the studio is now gone…”

“Gone or not, aren’t actors supposed to be opportunists? So, you might be acting out of a portacabin for a month or two. Could be worse. Nothing seems to have gotten cancelled, so we’re technically still up and running.”

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text || mr wrong

FLETCHER: damn. flawed plan

FLETCHER: dude i'm not by myself. i mean i will be at some point but i'm not by myself right now

FLETCHER: i prefer shrek nONE

FLETCHER: you know i prefer high school musical

RINA: oooo whos with u

RINA: are they prettier than me

RINA: okay u got it hsm it is but....can we do one shrek? just one shrek? shrek 2 for the holding out for a hero scene?

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lydia-matthews

“I can’t really turn against this place. It’s my career, my friends are here too. I’m sure there’s got to be something left of this place..”

“Well, there is something left. We’ve got the perfect post-apocalyptic set for that alternate universe of Treble Makers where they’re all living half underground, I guess,” she deadpanned. “I mean, I appreciate the optimism, but everything’s kind of a mess.”

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text || mr wrong

FLETCHER: yeah you don't need to tell me that it's intense, fuck

FLETCHER: a few pints of Life Juice probably wouldn't go amiss since i think most of mine is on the floor in the dance studio

FLETCHER: no, i'm good. just come visit me sometime, yeah? think i'm stuck in the hospital for a few days :(

RINA: much as id love to walk into a hospital with extra blood idk where id get it from

RINA: i guess id have to rob the hospital first

RINA: kinda defeats the point

RINA: oh you bet im going to be there im not leaving you in there by yourself youll get bored

RINA: for movie nights, do you prefer shrek 1, 2, the third or forever after?