aaron taylor-johnson. he/him. cis man. › spotted at the met steps , robert ‘robbie’ kent , most likely listening to should i stay or should i go by the clash with their airpods pro . the twenty eight year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -impulsive yet +passionate to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about black eye and busted lips, never reading or replying to texts, broken bottles in the middle of the room , followed by musk by lorenzo villoresi . latest nepoupdates article talks about divorce lawyers have robbie kent to thank! “not my problem”: robbie is tired of talking about married people’s problems, following the third couple in hollywood to split after oscar-winning actress spotted on his yacht in venice , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .
basics.
full name: robert kent. nicknames: robbie. age: twenty-eight. date of birth: march 23rd. astrology: aries. gender: cis man. pronouns: he / him. orientation: biromantic , bisexual. birthplace: manhattan, nyc. occupation: actor, boxer. languages: english. siblings: andrew (allinmymincl), brother #2.
background.
andrew's oldest brother
your typical childhood actor story
as the oldest, he took the brunt of it from their mom, shielding his brothers as much as he can
mostly fell in line growing up, did his job, brought the family the kind of fame his mom wanted
hollywood heartthrob! showered in love and attention
until he had enough. then followed: arrests, scandals, depositions
every move had been documented and criticised since he was a kid, leaving him with lots and lots of issues
he has made mistakes -- lots of them! and the whole world starts turning on him
finally emancipates from his parents, they blacklist him from hollywood, dropped from all projects and impossible to get cast in anything
falls out with his brothers, breaks off all contact - sad
went on more benders, drinking and drugs, met someone who got him into boxing and he did that for a few years
beat jake paul and logan paul and that’s all that matters, he doesn’t think of it as an accomplishment tho
makes a comeback via an indie movie and it blows up! does an interview where he talks about abuse from his parents
now he's booked and busy, despite the bad press that still follows, but he continues to drag his reputation through the mud
personality.
just an asshole with lots of issues
in his ariana grande era (breaking up marriages)
brutally honest
jokes that he's made it past 27
half the internet loves him, half hate him
he is the type to sleep with his friend's partner but also he is a good friend ??? i can't explain it
has established himself as a respectable actor, chooses projects wisely
lots of indie projects, big name directors, no franchises and superhero movies, famous for his villain roles
honestly his pr team needs a raise, doesn't care about his rep, will say or do anything without hiding anything
it's all a bit of bravado, puts on a show, *gladiator vc* are you not entertained?!
wanted plots.
a ryan gosling x rachel mcadams type deal: costars who hated working with each other has insane chemistry on screen, supposed to be dating each other for publicity reasons but robbie isn't holding up his end of the deal
or costars who hated working with each other, just been cast to work together again
ex friends -- could be something to do with when he got blacklisted from hollywood?
exes etc. just anything w conflict pls
friends of andrew's he can bully ? or befriend ? enemies he can befriend ?
plus all the other general ones: roommates, neighbours, friends, etc. etc.
takes in deep breath . " it was ... i don't know . " shoulders shrug slightly . femme had never been asked why , and never really thought about an answer , either . " i felt stifled . you know how everyone around you says something is perfect ? the perfect relationship with the perfect man ? it all became too much . maybe it sounds shallow of me , but saying no to the proposal made more sense than going through with an engagement and marrying someone because it's expected . "
“ i know a bit about that, yeah. ” sure, he has experience with being in a relationship with someone ‘perfect’ and navigating expectations, but stifled isn’t exactly the word he’d use for it. it’s something that would probably affect him more now than it did back then. “ don’t think it’s shallow, just sounds like you weren’t into him anymore. which, fair enough. shit happens. but you missed out on one big opportunity. a divorce party, they’re fucking fun. ”
former miss universe's presence had been requested as a ring girl to tonight's match , to which she fainly obliged. not as glamorous as her typical events , but any opportunity to promote her brand would surely be seized. the night had concluded and the brunette finds herself picking at various fruits sat atop plastic table backstage , when a round of applause erupts amongst the others around her. body turns on heel to catch sight of him , corners of lips curving into a mischievous smile. " nice job out there , killer. " ( @robbickent. )
the towel around his neck slides off to whip behind him, slapping one of his team members on their leg. with a nod and a telling glance, they leave to give robbie a moment with zehra, walking past with claps to the shoulder and pats on the back. " you enjoyed the show, then. " a champion, a winner, the feeling of triumph only grows at the sight of her and it's reflected in the way he matches her smile. " i enjoyed yours too. " it motivated him to perform at his best, though he'd always known he was going to win. " but if i'd known you were the prize, i'd have ended him a lot sooner. " @sou1tied
lowers his sunglasses down to peer down at her phone. after a fleeting moment of consideration, he shakes his head. " fuck no. you're gonna make me ugly. "
“ aww, well isn't that sweet, ” he says drily, not a single part of him touched by her words, which had nothing to do with how unconvincing they were. “ but you don't really believe that … ” soulmates, people belonging to one another, they were all concepts. not real reasons. “ 'cause if you did, you wouldn't look so fuckin' sad. ”
" i'm not sad … and if i am then it's your fault ! " she tells the man , her eyes widened still . although partly she just can't believe what she's been hearing , teary eyed when she adds , " i do really believe you can find your soulmate . "
" it's not my fault you're insecure in your 'relationship'. " fingers make quotation marks just for the hell of it. the claim is based solely on her most recent reaction. she could just be sensitive. " and i believe you can find yours too, " he replies sarcastically.
" everything suits me . " she wasn't acknowledging any truth in his comment , dark eyes glaring and cold , a smug smile on her lips . her words could shoot to kill when she vouched not to care . " you can admit that you're stalking me like some unhinged scorned lover , " she offers , words meant to irritate rather than anything else .
“ only if you admit you did that in front of me on purpose. ” he counters with the same motive. where her gaze lands on his with ice cold sharpness, he matches it with the intensity of the fire that’d kept their relationship alive. “ so, what, you getting back together with that fuckin’ loser or what? ”
" makes sense , " responded easily , not bothered by the interaction they were sharing or concerned at all . her gaze seems to flicker gradually to the picture and instead of extending a laugh , she just nods , " yeah … i mean … it was a great moment but they didn't get my best angle there … now … a met gala shot , that would have got my guns of steel in and then the world would know … i'm sexy as hell . "
if she doesn't laugh then he will, for the both of them. a deep and hoarse sound scratching his throat as it leaves him, a result from all the cigarettes he'd been smoking. " guns at the met gala, that's how i know you're crazy. " he places his phone down on the table as he leans back into his seat. " but i back it. and when all the cucks start trying to take you from me, i can fight 'em. it's a win win. "
"that's funny, i don't recall asking for any condolences," cameron responded almost immediately, a scowl quickly appearing across his face. to think that he thought he'd heard it all. "i am quite happy," he responded. he could've offered up more, but it wasn't any of robbie's business.
“ i know, i'm hilarious. ” a sarcastic, shit-eating grin. “ but a sad situation is a sad situation. ” do people at funerals stand up and ask for condolences? no, he didn’t think so. and robbie is the type to call it what it is. “ quite, but not very. or extremely. or completely. ”
exhales softly as she realizes she talks too damn much , dropping weight back against chair before bringing glass to glossed petals . " everything that came out in the tabloids is true ... mostly . not everything in the tabloids is true . " there is truth to some of it , and femme was in fact proposed to at a lavish party that ultimately ended the moment the word no dared to leave petals . " i left— we weren't... we weren't even living together anyway so leaving wasn't too hard . it takes less than six hours to pack up some stuff in a closet and a few drawers . "
everything is true, not everything is true. ah, so she’s indecisive. the story is starting to make more sense. except: “ less than six hours is still a pretty long fuckin’ time. ” six hours to change her mind, six hours to realise she’d made a mistake. how humiliating, for him, for her to be that fucking sure. it’s why you always had to be the one to leave first. “ why did you say no? ”
the other’s initial statement has hiro pause, chocolate hues blinking owlishly in bemusement as his brain pieces together what he could possibly be wrong on. what he’s not expecting is the odd bit of insightfulness and laughter is quick to bubble out past his lips, an abrupt sound in the otherwise quiet conversation. hiro grins with a light shake of his head. ❝ guess if you hear enough praise from people telling you you’re something then it can lead to an inflated ego, ❞ his head cocks in feigned thought, amusement pulling at his features as he watches the man across from him. ❝ humble too apparently. what does it say about me if i don’t know who you are ?? ❞
hiro’s almost right. it was never praise but the opposite. but he’d happily let the assumption go by uncorrected. “ i’d say that makes you the kind of person that oughtta stick around. ” in a city where privacy is too much to ask for, where everyone knows everyone and feeds off of each other’s business, it’s a welcomed change. grabbing a new glass , he fills it with whiskey and slides it across towards the other. “ i’m jack. ” yes he googled after kady geary’s tears. “ and you are? ”
° | 🎧 ❛ ❛ ♫ 𝄈♫ 𝄈 Jaeha chuckled at the approval his answer granted him, though he was being sincere with his words. His heart was his own matter and no one could mess with it and whatever he chose for himself after all, Jaeha was a bit of hopless romantic on the inside. " It's worse than the soap operas my mother likes to watch. " The producer chuckled, because to him that was how it looked, ridiculous. " Not work at all." He said right away. " I don't like that sort of attention . . . plus, how will someone feel your sincerity after that ? " Perhaps no one cared about that, but Jaeha did. " And you ? "
“ a bit dramatic man, ” robbie muses. “ nothing’s worse than an amnesia plot. ” except maybe the shit he used to do for disney. but maybe he’s biased, his experience on set as a child clouding his judgement. he can’t look at a single photo from those days without feeling unsettled. “ i can think of a pretty simple way to get someone to feel your sincerity, ” he jokes, knowing that’s not what jaeha meant. sincerity is a pretty fucking funny word for it. “ you know what, i’d do it if it was with someone fuckin’ annoying and ruin it for both of us. ”
ruby's eyes suddenly widened in horror at the sight of a multitude of cat hairs on the other's clothing. it looked like a bunch of black hairs, which could only mean one thing-- were those one of her beloved cats, pekoe's, hairs? how did that even happen while the two just barely brushed shoulders? a number of questions intruded her brain, but a bunch of word jumble came out of her mouth instead. "so, do you have cats? random question, but this is for research purposes." not random at all, but a smooth attempt at continuing the conversation.
“ … what? ” bemused, he narrows his gaze at her. slightly more irritable than usual from a lack of sleep and too much caffeine to get through the day, catching that look in her eyes makes him prickly, like a large uncouth petulant hedgehog. “ and what research might this be? ”
❝ Don't ask, ❞ Ricky stated, hearing footsteps on the sidewalk headed directly towards where she lay, flat of her back, staring up at the sky with a woe-is-me expression. ❝ It's been a... ❞ Day? Week? Month? Year? Where to begin. ❝ Life, ❞ she said after a momentary pause, heaving an overdramatic sigh, nothing in particular wrong, but she could name a hundred things. ❝ It has been a life. ❞
“ yeah, hello? hi. there’s a giant mutant rat the size of a small human child on the corner of bond street off bowery. ” robbie stands in front of ricky, staring down at her blankly, pretending to talk to some kind of pest termination services on his phone that’s obviously out of battery. “ not dangerous but clinically unwell. ” prods the side of her arm with his foot. “ actually, scrap that. definitely a harm to society, she’ll need to be put down, for sure. ”
“ not you again. ” a knock on the door at 3am could mean anything, but why is it always khalil? he shouldn’t have moved. “ what the fuck do you want? and no, buy your own milk. ” @lilacrespite
she barely flinches , her opinion on what the press publishes that it was nothing but drama . they could have said anything about her , she'd already been through hell . painting on a disappointed look , doe eyes wide and her mouth opening slightly as she lets out a clearly fake gasp . " oh my goodness . that's so sad . how do you feel knowing that you're settling for little old me ? "
“ eh, ” he offers with a single shrug, holding his phone up in front of her. it shows a photo of messi, capturing the celebratory moment of one of his many goals since coming to the us. “ i always date down, you know. makes me feel better about myself, fragile ego and that. but— ” he inches closer, phone now hovering next to her face, “ —you don’t photograph well, so can’t say it’s a fair assessment. ”
"there's plenty of dumb and pathetic shit in our faces, man," nicolaus mentioned, moving his queen to defend his rook and threaten the computer's pawn. "you ever just tried ignoring it? or...playing chess?" he said by way of continuing the conversation and answering the other's question that he was, indeed, playing chess.
“ you might enjoy getting shat on but luckily i’m into other things. ” nicholas is at least a decade too late if he’s trying to pass on the wisdom of finding peace amidst the bullshit. “ have i tried playing chess? ” read: are you fucking serious. “ yeah, i play chess after jerking off to my pokemon cards and praying to buddha for me to finally lose my virginity. ” basically what he imagines drew does in his spare time.
