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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃. 30. CHOREOGRAPHER.

[sanemreid]

re-introducing; the chaotic good, and sometimes morally questionable, dancer you all know and love, mostly lmaooo. majorly the same with just a few tweaks.

BASICS.

full name: sanem yasemin reid

nickname(s): san, sannie ( by landon ), meleğim/aşkım ( by alli )

d.o.b. / age: march 15th, 1991 / 30

zodiac: pisces ( ☼ ), pisces ( ☽ ), libra ( ↑ )

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she / her / hers

nationality: turkish + american

ethnicity: turkish

sexuality: pansexual

romantic orientation: panromantic

hometown: izmir, turkey

current residence: sunstone beach, crescent harbor, wa

occupation: choreographer / owner of momentum dance studio

languages spoken: english, turkish, spanish, french, italian, arabic, japanese. 

relationship status: engaged to allison pellisier

children: none yet 👀

pets: 2 ( cairo: shiba inu & milo: akita inu )

IN DEPTH.

( trigger warning for mentions of: infertility, parental death, fire, injury. )

born in izmir to mehmet bayrak and hazal erdoğan, two people who were hardly out of their teens, though very much in love, when they discovered they were expecting a baby. however both came from extremely traditional households that were not at all supportive of them having a child so young and unmarried. and without the means to properly care for her the way they wished otherwise, the couple decidedly put their daughter up for adoption.

enter lawrence and alanah reid, a couple from the US looking to expand their little family, they already had a son aka her big brother @landon-reid​ , but due to complications from that pregnancy she couldn’t conceive anymore so they opted to adopt. sanem was just a few months old when she officially became part of their family and constantly reminded how much she was always meant to be. 

spent the first 15 years of her life calling various countries / cities home because her parents respective work had them constantly traveling and she loved it, developed a wanderers soul as a result. also what helped in her finding her passion in life DANCE.

sadly however, when she was 15 while they had been in argentina at the time, her mother passed as the result of a work related accident while out in a shoot. almost immediately following her funeral in crescent harbor, where they had originally hailed from, lawrence moved them back there permanently, after taking a business exec position. 

for a good while sanem remained pretty closed off, and lost her desire to continue dancing. until one person in particular @lilywhittaker​ was very persistent on introducing herself and becoming friends. truthfully she was the first person that managed to break through the guard and the two of them have been BEST FRIENDS ever since.

also after her father sat down and an actual heart to heart with her, at least as much as he’d been able to, reminding her how much her mother had always pushed for her to follow her dream, she slowly began to get back to reigniting her passion.

following high school she quickly moved from student to teacher at a local studio, while also competing in various competitions, including world of dance, began a youtube channel, to showcase her classes and provide tutorials to some routines, that garnered a lot of attention to her quickly, and became a very requested choreographer for various artists and shows. as well as came into ownership of her studio momentum which is currently in downtown.

she also started traveling again, checking off places gradually that she’s never been before, sometimes it’s planned, sometimes she’d throw a dart at a map and just go

five years ago she sought out her birth family after some time of hesitation, and has since made trips every so often back to izmir to visit them and get to the know them a little more. is more close to her younger brother emir, and sister damla,​ who is currently living in town for now, so the two of them have been bonding more. 

was trapped in the fire that happened during the festival, though she got pulled out and saved by a close friend, and sustained a 2nd degree burn on her arm, now scarred, and also dealt with sleep terrors as a result, she has since started therapy for, along with other issues.

currently engaged to @alli-pellisier​ who is the LOVE OF HER LIFE and SOULMATE™ unbeknownst to them for a time because of evading memory, they spent a couple summers of their own having little moments together, after sanem had stopped other shitty kids from bullying allison, and they shared something on the boardwalk together. until alli stopped going to study for harvard before she left, and they hadn’t run into each other again until last year’s charity gala, developing a close friendship, that soon blossomed into deeper feelings, and eventually a beautiful relationship. they have two furbabies together cairo and milo, and live in sunstone beach at the hawthorne manor !! 

has recently also launched her newest baby and passion project, an online dance academy dubbed RYTHM.

[sanemreid]

isaiahxcruz​:

Options. He could have a pair of shoes for work and a pair for play! “Uh, no specifics, just figured I could get a couple shirts and see what the shoe selection was about,” Zay shrugged. A brow quirked up at her last statement…was he going to get custom shoes? “Design?” he asked, trying to hide a smile. “I mean, I know I need the high ones to keep my ankles safe…,” vocals trailed off as he began to imagine himself on the front of some magazine with fresh kicks. 

“Hm? I know, I know, but like…you’re you,” he rolled his eyes, teasing softly. “Everything you put on looks so cool all the time, especially if you’re doin’ your dancin’, y’know? Sometimes I forget that you don’t get everything designer.”

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❝ Okay, we can look around for some shirts, I was actually perusing a couple racks myself, and then head out for the sneakers ? ❞ Suggesting then, being ahead of schedule with work and most of the wedding finalized, there were no imperative obligations she’d need to rush out for. Nodding once more as he spoke a bit more on the type of shoes he wanted. ❝ Yeah like, if you wanted a specific color, or a preference between Jordan’s, forces, KD’s, or maybe adding a unique touch to them. High tops though, that’s a good start, here— ❞ Pulling out her phone, Sanem opened up the Nike app to men’s sneakers before handing it off. ❝ Why don’t you scroll through some of those and see if anything catches your eye. ❞

Brows knit together for a moment with curiosity over her features, though a smile was easy to form not long after, light series of laughs slipping out. ❝ First of all, I appreciate that thank you, I do try my best for the dancing especially. A good portion of outfits I’ve worn for videos are actually my brother’s creation. ❞ She points out. ❝ I mean designer can be nice don’t get me wrong, but I don’t care that much for high end labels.. unless they’re a sponsor. When it comes down to it though, it’s all about how you style yourself and with confidence. ❞   

[sanemreid]

astrid-chen​:

Astrid’s brows raised in surprised, stopping as though to take Sanem in fully for the first time. “Girl, is this blackmail?” she paused, before breaking into a smile. “I always knew you were a bad bitch,” she teased with a laugh. “Honestly, I doubt anyone cares. I know I don’t care about anyone but, like, five people’s opinions. I’m trying to convince my editors I’ve turned over a new a leaf, and this is step one of, like, fifteen. Speaking of which, I need suggestions for yoga studios - you seem like the kind of person who would know shit about that…”  She’d been meaning to ask, and was never one to miss an opportunity. “But yes! North Star! God, I’ve missed that place. Let’s go!” 

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Sly smirk tugs at her own lips, with a half shrug accompanying, playing it up as though there truly was a cunning scheme, however a chuckle bubbled up along with Astrid’s laugh. ❝ No blackmail, but I did wake up and choose to be a little more chaotic this morning. ❞ Only partly joking in her words, she wouldn’t be herself if there hadn’t been at least some degree of frenzy in her day. ❝ If they do and get that upset over a juice cleanse, red flag. What’s going on with the editors though, not thankful enough they have a bad ass version of Lois Lane ? As for yoga studios, The River Bend in Bywater is a great local, or Modo Yoga in Seattle. ❞ Tossing out the studio suggestions as they made their way towards the diner. ❝ Be ready to remember why their burgers and shakes are unmatched, welcome home lunch on me. ❞

[sanemreid]

joeyhawthorne​:

“Forget P*$$Y Fairy, have you heard Maniac? I’m convinced that song was written about me.” She’s joking, mostly—even if the his dick is way too long, I think I can take it all line does feel a little on the nose for Oz. By the time they’ve finished dancing, despite the routine’s provocative nature, any raunchy thoughts have been replaced by a satisfying soreness and calm mind. “I’m gonna sleep goooood tonight,” Joey sing-songs, tipping her head back as she chugs at her water bottle. It spills down her neck and she mops at it absently, jogging over to play back the footage. “Well fuck,” Joey curses at the 4.50 minute mark, “This is either gonna make me rich or get me banned from YouTube. But I am ready to risk it all for you, Sanem.”

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Snorted laugh erupts from her throat, shaking her head some. ❝ Of course I’ve heard it; that, P*$$Y Fairy and Living Room Flow are the trifecta of what needs to be on anyone’s sex playlist by her. ❞ Her tone implies that it was simply just facts, though she was only half serious. Leaving no subtlety to the allusion they were on hers. ❝ After that routine, without a doubt, why do you think I’m always trying to get you to jump into my classes though, trust me the moves only get more intense. ❞ Part of the reason Sanem’s stamina had built up, because some of the routines incorporated wild moves, but that’s also what kept things fun. Stepping beside the other woman to peer at the video. ❝ I think this one’s definitely a toss up, but in that case, I’ll make sure it’s the former. Otherwise book a flight straight to YouTube headquarters, find the confused bitch who runs things and persuade them to give a second opinion. ❞

[sanemreid]

alli-pellisier​:

Deep down Allison knew that Sanem had every right to forgo any further persistence. It was never easy coming forward with something as volatile as the situation she had crossed into, and not by her own consent. But she hoped more than anything that no matter what her decision would be, that she knew that she supported her regardless of the direction. The only thing she would ever damn herself for, was now relaying that feeling of constant fear onto her. But as they stood with each other in a soft embrace, she felt her shoulders lifting slightly, as Sanem agreed. There were outlines and semantics that she could cast aside for now, because she didn’t feel as if she was a figure that was too worthy to be among the world, but to know that she stood that highly in the woman’s eyes was still enough to give her butterflies. “Wait here and I’ll grab your things okay?” Allison said before she dashed off to get any essentials they’d need while they were down at the station. 

To keep up with appearances, Allison had to get dressed down to the nines in one of her best court suits. If Sanem were to go forward with pursuing Elliot especially with how fresh the evidence they had was, Allison wanted to answer that with this particular investigation nothing would be amiss and more importantly that someone would be there with the dancer every step of the way. As she slid Sanem into a light coat, she settled her hands at the collar and reiterated to the woman, “No matter what they ask, no matter what you’re willing to tell, I am with you, okay?” Another chaste kiss and they were out of the door. The drive to the station wasn’t too far from the manor, though Allison had called ahead for privacy rather than subjecting Sanem to walking through the front doors. When her connect had granted her the subtle entrance she’d appreciated, she parked her car and squeezed her hand once more. “We’ll go in through this door and they’ll escort us both into a room. I don’t know the detective personally, but I have been reassured they’ll handle it to the best of their ability.” And they better have, or else there would be absolute hell to pay. Walking into the private entrance, it still didn’t take away from the flickering lights, the drab gray walls, the way the air seemed cold but stale all at once. As they were ushered into a room where metal chairs and a table stood, she couldn’t help but recall the first time she had to sit opposite a detective to recall her own tale. 

She remembered how badly she wished she had Quinn, even her parents, and that was before she figured out just how badly Christopher and Rachel wanted her to drop the charges. But now, it finally felt like the tide was changing, where all parties present knew there could be only one objective: get Elliott and see that he never sees the light of day again. Through question after question, Allison kept her face as neutral as possible, though the recollection still stabbed at her to hear. But as she looked on at Sanem, all she could think of was just how brave she was and had always been. The courage from her tenacity, her sense of adventure, she was sure it was the same that was leading her to speak so forthcoming and earnest. If Allison had ever had a witness who spoke as strongly as Sanem had, her cases would be shut and to the point, with convictions coming in months sooner rather than years later. The hardest part however was watching the photographs being taken, seeing how the paperwork was being documented and stored. Still, Sanem sat beside her with a resilience that she offered to mirror back, because if she crumbled at this point, what good could she be to her? 

Finally, after a few hours at the station and when all details and leads had been exhausted, they exited out the same way they came in, with no lurking eyes and no one to bother them as they got back into their car. She drove back to the manor as fast as she could, quickly getting out to open the passenger door for Sanem as she roped her arm around her waist to get her in through the door. It was an arduous and exhausting task, but it was over and now all the women could do was wait. She led Sanem into the kitchen where she made a beeline for the secret stash of wine she kept in a hideaway cabinet, a habit she kept for when Quinn was still an occupant of the space. “This one, or another one?” Allison asked, as she grabbed two glasses, sure that the day had flown by. 

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When she agreed to go ahead with the report, Sanem hadn’t expected they’d essentially be going right this second, though she had to assume the sooner the better of course. The longer time ticked away from the incident, along with the physical evidence laden on her complexion, the less of a chance they’d have in building a solid foundation to the case. Nodding before she watched the other woman disappear back into their room, while keeping a grip on her hand to the last possible second. Dark hues move out towards the waters for a moment, eye flutter shut as the warmth of the suns rays encompassed her against the lightly cool breeze. Breathing in the placidity the surrounding setting gave off, allowing the sensation to bind with her deep down and hoping it’d reside for as long as it could. Hearing footsteps draw closer she pulled herself back to see Allison reemerging towards her.

Vision travels down the length of her frame briefly, noting how the blonde was now fully dressed as though on her way to conquer the entirety of the courthouse. ❝ Someone certainly looks ready for action. ❞ Despite speaking in jest, if only to alleviate a bit of the thickness that held steadily in the atmosphere, undoubtedly there was at least some fact in those words. She couldn’t — and wouldn’t, blame her for it. However, as the jacket was affixed to her, the dancer peered down at her own outfit, something casually tossed on before, after her shower, having not thought she’d be doing much today, wondering then if perhaps she was underdressed ? Would it truly matter what she was wearing right now, all things considered ? Maybe not, or she was positive that Alli would’ve mentioned the need to change herself. Once more she nodded along gently as she spoke, meek smile tugging partly at either corner of her mouth, though genuine all the same, though it wasn’t necessary to be told to know, it was still nice hearing that she’d be with her, every step of the way. Especially with the kiss that sealed it, before they were heading out of the house and towards the station, not too far off. Glancing out at the building, while keeping attentive as the lawyer spoke on the seemingly subtle entrance they’d be making as opposed to the front door, for which she was grateful. Being escorted to the room, she made sure to keep as close to Allison as allotted, until motioned to the seat awaiting her across the detective. 

Majority of the time, Sanem went through life with the confidence of Simba declaring he laughs in the face of danger. Yet sitting in this enclosed section of the station, with dour walls and freezing metal furniture, the setting was enough to suck the soul out of anyone. More than that though, it felt like a tremor had taken hold of her nerves, as though the reason she was here placed her in the wrong, when in actuality it was the complete opposite. In fact; surprisingly with all the shenanigans and venturous endeavors, she never ended up on the nefarious side of the law. — Or simply just hadn’t ever been caught not hat she’d done anything worth much note. Her outward appearance although, remained cool, calm and collected. Hands idly toying with each other as a leg bounced repetitively. The only one who’d probably be able to pick out the indistinct cracks would be her fiancée, whom she glanced at for a moment. Reminding herself then of why she said yes, why this was important. To ensure that malevolent existence looming around was vanquished once and for all, to secure the safety and well being of them both, plus the future they were building. So close were they to starting forever, and she’d do anything to keep it. Not to mention the vindication it could provide for Alli, and all that she had to endure because of him. Rendering that fortitude to keep secure, the smile that graced her features this time encompassed that all behind it, before continuing with making the formal statement on the previous night’s incident, disclosing whatever they needed, both verbally and written. Less enthusiastic on the picture taking, but it had to be done.

In a dramatic sense of thought, it felt like they were there for an eternity, though it’d only been a couple hours, far longer than she anticipated, but was just glad to be heading back home. Hopeful that what they were aiming for would come to fruition. Stepping into the manor with the familiar swath of comfort hitting while being guided into the kitchen, simultaneously being greeted by Cairo and Milo who came barreling out to them. Leaning against the counter she watched the woman fish out a bottle of wine, head canting to the side in inspection. ❝ That should be fine – unless we happen to have some Everclear hidden somewhere. ❞ Words coupled with a jocular sighing chuckle, taking a glass as it was filled. ❝ To ridding the world of at least one evil. ❞ Holding her up before clinking it to Allison’s and taking a sip, placing it down, while mocha hues kept mindful of her. ❝ Aşkım, ❞ Fell in honeyed tones, pulling her closer. ❝ What’s going on in that head of yours — how are you feeling about all of this ? ❞

[sanemreid]

astrid-chen​:

—Open Starter @crescentstarters​ Assume Connections; Astrid’s been living in CH for the last 10 years  

“As far as Instagram is concerned, I’m currently on a juice cleanse, but if I don’t get a burrito or a pizza or something full of grease and cheese in the next hour, I don’t think I can be held accountable for my actions anymore…”

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❝ Tried one of those once — not sure whether I admire or feel completely sorry for anyone who actually sticks it out. Curious though, on a scale of monetized apology video to full on canceled, what would the outcome be if your followers caught a candid in your tagged photos of you and something full of grease ? ❞ Corner of her mouth twitches into a subtle smirk with a chuckle dropping not long after. ❝ We could go to North Star, burgers, fries and a strawberry shake always hit the spot, especially to save the town another day from hunger induced rage. ❞

[sanemreid]

bashlandry​:

Getting Lily and Alli to come with on one of their trips sometime had already been mentioned a while ago. To his surprise, Lily seemed pretty excited even when Bash thought it would be difficult to get her on a bike but it might have to wait a month or two til the soon to be wedded couple had settled down and maybe Bash and Lily had resolved some issues then and stopped fighting. He just wished she’d stop being on his back about things, even though he was well aware of that he was hard to love sometimes. The man just didn’t want them to end up like him and Jamie. This trip really got him in a better mindset and hopefully he could come back tonight and just have a good time with his girlfriend, after spending time with her best friend. At least Sanem seemed to think they were an amazing fit and he wanted it to be true, so bad. 

❛ Nah I should probably save my battery. We’ll find something, ❜ he grinned, giving Sanem a thumbs up with one hand before pushing his helmet back over his head to follow her down the road, adenaline pumping through his veins as he passed her with speed in a curve, laugh rumbling in his chest. Finally, they reached a marketplace and Bash slowed down, looking towards the sound of Sanem’s bike as he flipped the visor of his helmet.  ❛ This looks good. We could take whatever we buy up there. Should be a could view, ❜ he said, nodding towards a small hill behind the marketplace as he got off his bike and pulled his helmet off to run a hand through his hair.

There was truly something freeing in being able to ride their motorcycles fast down an open stretch of road with really, little to no other vehicles around. Her focus had been kept ahead, but making sure to keep a look out for any places they could pull into and watching partly as Bash kept up just behind. That is, until he managed to sail passed the dancer letting out a mixture of a huff and chuckle, shaking her head some. Could she have sped up even further, sure, her bike was nowhere near topping out right now. However that small tinge of better judgement resting in the back of her mind prevented it from happening. She was an excellent driver regardless of those daredevil tendencies, but having already come out of one incident that could’ve prevented her walking down the aisle, very soon, no way in hell she’d somehow find herself in another. 

Parking up beside the man, Sanem mirrored the action of pulling up the visor, vision bouncing between the store and where he’d pointed, nodding along. ❝ That works. ❞ Shooting him a grin before dismounting her Ducati, pealing the helmet off fixing up her own dark locks as they made their way into the marketplace. ❝ Guess I did lose fair and square too, so everything’s on me, just don’t go too crazy alright. ❞ Nudging Bash with a clear jocular cadence in her voice, laughing as she grabbed a basket, wandering around, filling it with a few different snacks and drinks. ❝ What are we thinking, just grab something ready to go, or actually order ? ❞ Not as if either were in a rush, to wait for food to be made.

[sanemreid]

isaiahxcruz​:

“Sanem!” he grinned. Mulling over her few suggestions, Zay looked down at his current shoes. They were technically held together, but based on the way they felt on his feet, Zay would give them another week at most. Though, her last statement intrigued him. Fresh Nikes? Ones that he would have to break in? With ankle support? “You can get brand new Nikes?” he asked, dumbfounded. Zay didn’t want Sanem to think that he was taking advantage of her, though that was mostly his own insecurities talking in his head. “This is going to sound absolutely bonkers, but I’ve never had two pairs of shoes at the same time,” he laughed. “Would it be rude to ask for two pairs?” 

He gave the dancer a hug, lifting her slightly off the ground. Sanem was extremely down to Earth, but he still had to wonder why she was here. She had a successful career and was marrying someone who was also a success– a recipe for being financially secure. “Were you looking for me or something? This,” he looked around and laughed, “I didn’t think I’d run into you here.”

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Nodding her head in response to the first question, a delicate hum fell before. ❝ I can, just don’t tell anyone. ❞ Voice lowered as though sharing a secret. There was a teasing cadence wrapped in her statement, notable by a followed chuckle and slight scrunch of her nose. Head canting to the side then once Zay continued, inquiring about the possibility in more than one pair, eliciting a sincere smile. ❝ Not at all, plus it’s always nice to give yourself options. ❞ Making a mental note, having already been in contact with Nike recently for a summer collab, Sanem was positive she could snag a couple pairs for him. ❝ In fact, unless you were here for anything else specifically, we could head to another store and grab a pair now. It’d help to get an idea for what kinda design or style you like. ❞ Suggesting with a partial shrug of her shoulders. 

Being hoisted briefly into the air wasn’t anything new when it came to getting hugs from him, sometimes it still caught her off guard, knowing it emanated from a joyful place she hadn’t minded it, letting out a small laugh returning the embrace. ❝ No, no — I was just dropping off some stuff after going through my closet. But I’ve come in here to shop before too, sometimes you never know what hidden gems you’ll find. ❞

[sanemreid]

cassieherrera​:

Her brow raised slightly as Sanem cheekily admitted sharing some scantily special videos with her special someone, and Cass couldn’t help but laugh before she feigned utter shock. “Sexting in this day and age? I’d never heard of such a thing.” Cass said, before she looked up at the ceiling hoping that a higher being wasn’t ready to strike her down where she stood. There was a lot of activities that she had to repent for, and certainly having her own fair share of salacious exchanges were up there at best for her to inquire forgiveness about. “Must be nice to be able to show your face in some of it,” Cass mused. “All of mine have to be particularly tailored in case someone decides to hack my stuff, which surprisingly hasn’t happened yet. Knock on wood.” 

At the dancer’s next question, Cass nodded slowly. She had a plan, it seemed crazy, but it was a plan all of the same. After her next album, she was free to move on to wherever she wanted, hell she could have even decided not to pursue the lime light anymore and just retired soundly with influencing, hosting gigs, and catering to the world that called for her likeness in other ways. But she had been set on being an artist on Declan’s roster, one where she would finally get to make albums with the sound and the tones she wanted rather than churning out pop hit after pop hit. “I guess it’s technically doing my own thing,” She said, “I wanted to try to reinvent myself again away from pop and try my hand at R&B.” Which was exactly some of the tones that she was planting in her current studio writing session, much to her current labels chagrin. Cass took Sanem’s hands within her own, grateful for the conversation and opportunity. “You’re definitely sure you don’t mind taking me on?” She questioned. 

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Halfway narrowed eyes matched with sort of incredulity taking hold of her features at Cass’ feigned statement of innocence, snorting a laugh then. ❝ Listen, passé or not, when the end result much of the time is either ripping each other clothes off in her office, or once we get home, it’s certainly worth keeping on. ❞ Both brows wriggling in a suggestive manner, demeanor radiating playfulness audibly chuckling while shaking her head. Though the aura surrounding softens a bit as the other woman adds on, giving an understand look. Sanem had never been under the assumption of being target by hackers, but you never did know. ❝ The fact that you even have to be as careful because some people have the saddest lives, is ridiculous. At least on the brighter side it means you get to be very creative with what you send him. ❞

Listening attentively as her friend divulged a little in what the future had in store once her label contract was up, it certainly sounded like she had a course of action well on the way. Sanem could only hope deeply that it’d all pan out as the singer wanted, and move away from the stifling grip of the record company. ❝ Setting out to dominate multiple charts, huh. — I’m sure switching up and starting fresh, in a sense, is no easy task I have all the faith you got this. ❞ Words fall, coated in authenticity, while an encouraging smile tugs upwards to a grin when Cass takes her hands, chuckling quietly before her answer comes. ❝ If I was anything less than positive I promise I’d tell you, but like I said before you’ve always been welcome here, and now that’ll just be as another Momentum family member. ❞ Pulling her into a warm hug then. ❝ Since we’re already dressed for the occasion, how about helping me practice a new routine for my advanced group before you gotta head out ? ❞

[sanemreid]

isaiahxcruz​:

Location: Second Chances 

@crescentstarters​

Logically, since his shoes were running thin, Zay knew that he needed to buy a new pair. Financially, however, that meant he was still going to get a pair that would need to be replaced in about four or six months. This was neither the time nor place for logic, though. Zay moved around the store, picking up some loose change and jewelry that had fallen on the ground, while looking for some shoes that could protect his ankles whenever he worked out.

He checked out some of the clothes and frowned. “I should’ve brought someone,” he murmured to himself. Zay never knew how to dress himself to look good. Not that he had anywhere to go, but some type of ego boost was always appreciated. It never hurt hearing that he looked handsome! Zay bent down and looked at some of the shoes– most of them looked worst than the Reeboks he was currently wearing. “’Scuse me,” he cleared his throat anxiously, “if your shoes looked like mine would you just…keep wearing them and save up for a new pair? Or would you get those Nikes?” he picked up the pair as his nose twitched. Apparently, they didn’t deodorize the shoes they received. 

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Every so often as Sanem went through her closet she became very aware of how much clothing had either been worn once or twice then forgotten about, or still had tags. A culmination of her uncanny ability in buying new things she, in retrospect, typically didn’t need, and to a lesser degree what was gifted through outlets of her career. In an act of spring cleaning — so to speak, more like after her recent bout of retail therapy with John, she decidedly packed up a number of garments she was alright to part with. 

Of course they wouldn’t just be tossed out into the trash like old rags, not when she had the better option to donate everything that could be a great addition to someone else’s wardrobe, or even upcycled. After dropping the box off with the clerk, the dancer meandered around the store for a bit, eyeing through racks until a very familiar voice caught her attention. Looking over at Zay with a grin, before his question had her focus shifting between his sneakers and the other pair with contemplative features. ❝ I mean that depends, so long as the current ones can hold together while saving up, sure. Otherwise if you absolutely need those now, get them, maybe run them through a wash at home. Just be sure they’re not gonna fall apart on you walking out. ❞ A thought coming to her then. ❝ If it’s Nike’s you’re after — I do sponsored stuff with them and could snag you a fresh pair if you’d like. ❞

[sanemreid]

alli-pellisier​:

The notion of a hitman was tempting. It was something that could have bought them some time while they tried to string themselves along with a feasible alibi. But Elliott came from Eastern old money, a lineage that would have probably had a handful of enemies but eventually they would have zeroed in. The chances of getting caught for conspiracy were too high, and it would rob them of the chance to live out their days until they were old and gray. But Allison couldn’t deny the alternative, where she took matters into her own bare hands. There were many ways Allison had dreamt about taking care of Elliott for good. The sheer satisfaction of watching his seedy dark eyes going blank into nothingness, the relief she would feel to know that he wouldn’t be able to lurk in the shadows of her life, ready and willing to strike at any movement to take some unjust claim over her as she always had. “I would rather gut him myself,” Allison murmured, her voice filled with an indistinguishable amount of rage. It wasn’t towards the dancer by any means, but this was among the lines where Allison knew Elliott had overstepped into a territory that maybe would have surprised him even, to elicit such a violent reaction in the woman. Allison had always believed in trying to carve her way into making justice more expendable, more worthwhile in the end, less corrupt, but when it came to Elliott he was just a world of corruption, anything that came across his path always tainted into this darkness, and it was something she’d never wanted Sanem to enter into. 

There was a part of Allison that wanted to be mad that she hadn’t been told sooner, but she understood where her fiancé’ was coming from, always wanting to protect her, especially with the recent distress she’d endured from a plethora of things, all pointing back to the tumor that would never settle unless she finally did something about it. Her heart dropped slightly as Sanem admitted she hadn’t gone to the hospital and strictly just went to Lily’s before coming back to their home. But from the abrasions and bruising, Allison felt almost certain nothing had been more than superficial, but it was still hard to glance at. “You don’t have to apologize for it,” Allison finally willed herself to say. “We just…have no other choice but to move forward.” It was already done and she couldn’t keep pandering around wondering what could have happened had she done things differently, but she could strategize for the future. 

She carefully took both of Sanem’s hands within her own, kissed her knuckles tenderly until green hues looked into tired mocha ones. She couldn’t even begin to imagine the fear she must have felt, and the air between them felt heavier as both women sat with the notion of how badly things could have escalated. “I won’t make you report something you don’t feel comfortable with. But if it’s a chance to build a stronger case around him, to get him sent so far away from him we can forget he even exists? I think it’s worth a shot.” She admitted. She chuckled a bit sardonically as she found herself jumping from one major case to another, but sad green hues peered into Sanem’s eyes as she said, “I meant to tell you I dropped the other case completely so I could refocus on what really mattered to me.  Her zaman sendin. I can’t guarantee that we will win, but I would give it everything I had.” Especially to never see her lover’s skin beaten and bruised ever again in this lifetime or the next. 

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Both the dancer’s brows couldn’t help but arch upwards in partial surprise upon hearing the grumbled response come from her partner. Certainly not a string a words she ever thought would come from her — though supposed at the moment they stemmed from a warranted place. She’d seen a degree of anger from Allison before, not entirely counting their own spat that’d been an accumulation of heightened emotions rolling of them both. But this was a fury she hadn’t been acquainted with. Of course she had to assume there was some burning desire behind the statement all things considered, even Sanem had the smallest rumination of running him down with her car. More especially now too, she wouldn’t mind in the slightest repeating the blows to his face she’d already gave. While she didn’t actually think the other woman would go through with the threat — at least maybe not in so many literal words that is, there was the faintest inkling if Elliott slithered back out from the murky depths he resided, anything was bound to happen. None of which in the favor of that demon and she’d be right by her side ensuring so. ❝ And just how much Investigation Discovery have you been watching ? ❞ The velvet tones of her voice kept at the level of a whisper, mixed with an air of tease, if nothing else but in hopes of keeping the woman’s aura eased. This wasn’t a situation to take lightly and she hadn’t been, but for the moment as they were both home and within each other’s arms, she wanted to cling tightly to the bliss it gave her.

Sanem knew Alli would’ve been well within her right to be upset that she hadn’t called and admitted to what happened last night. Yet she’d been graced by the fact that her fiancée was imbued with consideration, though it also seemed this was a level of understanding they both shared. Things kept hidden, that yes had the slight tendency to be frustrating at first, but almost always was reasoned from the want to safeguard each other. ❝ But I still wanted to, ❞ Replying as their gazes kept locked. Truth of the matter, she’d been far less concerned with the gash near her eye or contusions from the grip around her neck. More so than praying every second she spent attempting to assuage her quivering nerves, that the lawyer was okay sleeping soundly in their bed. Why she thought nothing of quickly coming straight back to the manor after departing her best friend’s place, to have her heart relax at the sight awaiting her stepping through the bedroom door. Nodding along delicately in agreement to going forward now. 

A quiet inhale of serenity filled her lungs in that fleeting increment lips were laced against her knuckles. The feeling she needed presently — and couldn’t wait to have for the rest of her days — the atmosphere laden with unprecedented dismay. She was silent for a beat or two, simply allowing Allison’s words to resonate, peering down at their hands. ❝ It’s not that I don’t feel comfortable, it’s just – unfamiliar territory, ❞ She began, before returning her focus to the blonde with quizzical features at the confession of relinquishing a certain case. As much as she had reservations about it, Sanem still supported her pursuance, though couldn’t deny that deep down she was glad to know at least that weight was lifted from her. ❝ Bu dünya gerçekten seni hak etmiyor, meleğim. Seni çok seviyorum. ❞ Linking their foreheads back, she gave her hands a gentle squeeze. ❝ Okay, if you think that we have even a small chance to nail this asshole, and you’re sure you’re absolutely up for it, then I can make a report and we’ll do all that we can, together. ❞

[sanemreid]

rosalindpaisi​:

As soon as Rose’s eyes met with Sanem’s, she narrowed them immediately both in defiance and to keep up with the ruse. “If you collapse onto the ground I will sooner order you matching life alert sets for you and your wife, a lifetime subscription to help save your lives the next time either of you take a tumble.” Rose retorted, though she couldn’t help but fall into small hysterics as she swiped away at the droplets that formed at the ends of her eyes. “It’s been a minute, Reid.” She said as she outstretched her arms to embrace the dancer, someone who had fallen into John’s life like a perfect fit and by association Rose had adored her just as much as well. Once the giggling and general reintroduction had settled, Rose’s eyes glanced over to Sanem’s picks, her brows lifting slightly. “Can’t say I’ve heard of either of these picks. Is this for leisure listening or something you’re making a routine for?” Rose asked. 

She took hold of the Majid Jordan album, liking it purely for the aesthetics. Reading the back of the record and seeing notes of how they seemed to be an R&B duo she couldn’t help but smirk, that seemed right up the woman’s alley. “I’m really looking for something to get lost in, especially while I try to make my lesson plans for history class. And I’m warning you, if you persuade me to go on a tangent about the Hamilton soundtrack, I will kick you straight in the knees.” 

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❝ Matching life alert sets — I mean, if you haven’t already gotten a wedding present for us, we’ve just discovered the perfect one. ❞ Countering the woman’s remark with a faux serious aura, until the both of them were in an equally entertained state together, shaking her head before reciprocating the hug. Meeting through a mutual connection with John, though a friendship of their own had certainly flourished in it’s own right. ❝ That it has, Paisi. How’ve you been ? ❞ Questioned as her vision trailed back to the records in hand, skeptical expression forming a bit at the other woman’s admittance to being unaware of her selections. ❝ I do hope Queen isn’t included in that, otherwise I might be concerned with just how far down the true crime podcast rabbit hole you’ve found yourself. ❞ She teased. ❝ Mainly for leisure, I have however done a couple routines to Majid Jordan’s music. In fact their newest single is at the top of my list for classes. ❞

She instantly put her free hand up in defense. ❝ No Hamilton tangents, got it. ❞ Pausing in thought for a moment on some suggestions, quite a few names came to mind, so she tried to narrow it down based on what she figured Rose may like. ❝ One I think is perfect for what you’re hoping to find, ❞ Trailing off before she rummaged through a bin, luckily already in the right section as it were, pulling the vinyl with an aha. ❝ Washed out — can’t go wrong with either album, but Within and Without is some of his best work. ❞ Handing it over. ❝ If you want something more on the instrumental side, ❞ Motioning for the woman to follow as she wandered to find the next option, plucking another album with a smile. ❝ Nujabes, Modal Soul. ❞

[sanemreid]

joeyhawthorne​:

Joey’s not smart like Alli or skilled like Quinn, not where it counts—but her body was made for motion, gifted with a muscle memory that’s helped her master several sports. And yet, she’s in awe every time Sanem dances. She slips from one move to the next like water, like silk through air, and Joey follows, allows the music to take over until they’re dancing in tandem, side by side. The choreography does match Sanem’s outfit and the blonde grins at her through the mirror. “If I didn’t know better, Reid, I’d say you’re flirting with me.” Only once the song is over does Joey jog towards the cameras. “Ready to go for real this time? I think I’ve got it.” 

If natural-born talent was to be taken verbatim, then there was no dispute to Sanem’s innate ability when it came to dance. As though the art form in itself had been created, ready and waiting, for the moment she popped into the world. Of course the reality laid within years of dedication, of vigorous practice. But given how seamlessly each motion came, like nothing more than the fundamental act of walking, perhaps there was some underlying truth to it after all. The sensuality of the current music selection melded with a good portion of her movements, peering over at Joey through the reflection with smirk at her comment. ❝ Actually I was flirting with Jhené — at least in my mind, ❞ Woefully playful lilt hits her tone, before snorting a laugh. ❝ Perhaps in another lifetime, Hawthorne. ❞ Watching then as the younger woman goes to start the real recording, she nods. ❝ Always ready, and you definitely do, can’t say I’ll be surprised when this ends up our most watched collab yet. ❞ Once they got lined back up and the cameras were rolling, Sanem restarted the song, both hitting every maneuver and beat in sync from the jump till the routine was finished. 

[sanemreid]

nadiavem​:

    Having more space absolutely wasn’t a bad idea, it would only expand the business and since it was doing very well from what Nadia could see, there was no harm in making it bigger and better. ❛ You should definitey do that! ❜ she encouraged with a smile. ❛ It couldn’t hurt. ❜ Catching her lower lip between her teeth, sucking gently on it as she watched the picture Sanem was showing her. ❛ Some art would be great — Do we know anyone who does, like, good graffiti? Because that would be really cool. Grey wall with just a really colorful spray painted image of people dancing, ❜ she said, throwing out her ideas with a small shrug, eyebrows raising excitedly but also hoping that she wasn’t putting too much on the plate and that her boss wouldn’t shoot her down immediately. Nadia knew Sanem wasn’t like that; she listened, but the worry was still there.  ❛ Ugh, yeah… ❜ Pursed lips twisted from side to side for a moment as she thought. ❛ It would really help renovations if you got the building next door but I’m sure there’s a solution no matter what. ❜

Gleaming grin of her own outstretches across her features, Nadia’s energetic coaxing certainly helped her feel as though she was on the right track with ideas so spruce things up around the studio. Now she could only hope once everything starts falling into place the rest of her instructors, and students of course, would share the same sentiment. ❝ I’d surely hope not — but I think that settles it then Momentum will be looking at an expansion soon. ❞ Light chuckle billows passed her lips, raking one hand through dark locks, listening intently as the other woman continues with potential concepts to have done for a redesign. Humming in thoughtful consideration, as she pictured the artwork that could go across the walls. ❝ We just might, a couple names come to mind that’d be down for the task. Maybe people dancing in various styles, that’d give a lot of leeway for something to stand out vibrantly, ❞ Musing as she added to the idea. ❝ Agreed, there’s a lot to contemplate still, but luckily nothing big will happen at least until after the wedding and honeymoon, just so I don’t truly go crazy. And of course I’d want you to be able to settle into your new classes without getting bombarded by chaos. ❞

[sanemreid]

cassieherrera​:

There were plenty of things that Cassie admired about Sanem, but the sheer fact that she wasn’t one to enable Declan and his somewhat snobbish demeanor was enough to garner nothing but utmost respect. She raised an eyebrow as she feigned putting herself deep in thought. “I’m honestly trying to figure out why he’s so soft with you Sanem, did you strike the fear of God into him?” Cass questioned with a small laugh. She couldn’t help but shake her head at Sanem’s next statement, “Well of course Alli doesn’t have issue with it, have you seen yourself? If anything it must be a nice treat through all of the mediocrity she has to take in day in and day out.” Her nose wrinkled up at the thought. Whenever she talked to her attorney’s all she ever got was a sense of determination, drive, and so much goddamn paperwork. How those two separate personalities managed to meld together though? Sanem was right, when it came to love, sometimes one was merely just powerless to it, no matter the circumstances. 

Cass perked up once more as the very real aspect of what she could do around the dance studio was slowly coming to surface. The intensives were something that she thought she could soar at, one on one’s however she was sure would be something that would trickle down to her present label and she had to shiver at the thought. “One on one’s would be the end game I think,” Cass began, “But until I’ve severed away from my current label, if they caught wind I was doing that without cutting them in to the deal?” She shook her head, eyes peering down as she thought of what it would mean once she was done with her mainstream label for good. Despite all of the opportunities they’d given her, there was still so much they had robbed from her as well. “My contract should be up after the fall release of my final album with them though, so for now, intensives and maybe even Q&A insights?” 

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❝ Well, there was a small threat of smacking him in the head, ❞ Remarking first in a jocular tone, although the statement had been true. ❝ I don’t know if I’d say he’s necessarily soft with me, but certainly less harsh than the masses. Honestly I think it just comes down to a mutual level of understanding and respect. ❞ Shoulders push up in a small shrug, nodding her head simultaneously as she spoke. Sanem had dealt with far more abrasive personalities than Declan, therefore able to handle whatever he’d dished out from the first project they worked on. Plus she saw a bit more passed the surface snark then most people probably bothered to. The dancer could feel her cheeks heat up some as the conversation shifted to her fiancée. ❝ That is a good point. It probably also helps that regardless of some videos I post, she always gets something far more special sent, even while at work. ❞ Cheshire like grin tugs at her lips knowing her friend surely made out she was hinting at. 

For a brief moment her gaze flitted between the singer and her reflection in the mirrors, though kept attentive to everything said. The careers specifically might’ve been different, but Sanem still worked in the industry long enough to understand how record labels operated and just how some of them tended to treat their artists. While she of course would’ve kept hush had she wanted to the one on one’s, all it would take is a singular post from a student to set off a chain of events. The last thing she’d want is any fallout to find it’s way to Cass. ❝ Do you have any plans to switch labels when it’s up, or just do your own thing ? ❞ Asked with a genuine curiosity. ❝ Also truly can’t wait for the masterpiece you’re gonna drop on all of us, but yes, intensives and Q&A’s sounds good to me. We can talk scheduling whenever you’re ready to start. ❞

[sanemreid]

rosalindpaisi​:

open starter for: everyone pls @crescentstarters​ location: The Vinyl Frontier

It almost felt like deja vu walking into the record store, a hidden gem and haven that entranced the budding historian. A question that Rose got a lot was how she was able to fixate on texts upon texts for hours at a time and the truth was she usually chose a decent soundtrack to go along with her antics. Her muse and inspiration hadn’t dwindled, but she was in a world of pain thinking about the syllabus she would have to create for the summer history class she had agreed to take on. It wasn’t advanced history by any means, but there was only so many times she could talk about needless wars and begrudgingly compare them to the modern era. History was always doomed to repeat itself, but when she was asked why, that was still the common question she still couldn’t get a handle on. Shit just happened, she supposed. 

What had she been in the mood for today? Indie? Rap? Metal? Something called Math Rock? “What the fuck is Math Rock?” Rose questioned quietly to herself, before she grabbed an obscure album, never hearing of the artist nor the title of the project as a whole. Maybe she could have treated this album like a wonderball, never knowing what’s inside but hopefully being pleasantly surprised. She continued her trot down the aisle until she, without much grace, bumped into the nearest person. “Sorry, sorry, that was my bad.” She squinted at the figure’s album selection. “Any good?” She queried. 

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Music had become an essential part of Sanem’s life from the very beginning, at least she liked to assume as much considering if she thought back as early as she could possibly remember it was there in various aspects. A consistent variable in her life growing up in all the places her family had traveled to, though each country and culture had their own subset of different styles to embrace. It was also the main reasoning that played a part in her love for dance, and melded to her very essence to this day. Trips into the vinyl shop were the farthest from a rare occurrence, despite the fact that she was someone who listened to much of her music collection digitally with, at this point, countless Spotify playlists matching moods and occasions. The dancer still had a fairly decent record collection as well, typically dipping into more at home. 

Resting in her arm currently were a mixture of a couple older and more recent albums, while she perused through more aisles, currently sifting through a bin of alternative selections, before she felt someone collide slightly into her. About to wave her apology when dark hues spotted Rose, allowing a smile to tick at one corner of her lips. ❝ What if I just decided to make a whole scene and collapse on the ground, how much would you hate me ? ❞ Questioning in a completely jesting tone, unable to keep the laugh at bay. ❝ I like to think so; finally completing my Queen collection, this album was recommended, I listened to a few songs beforehand and it’s not bad, ❞ Motioning to the vinyl entitled Endtroducing.... ❝ And of course Majid Jordan, one of my favorites. — How about you ? ❞  

[sanemreid]

bashlandry​:

date: friday, april 16th location: yakima valley, ~4h from crescent harbor closed for @sanemreid​

   This was usually something the two friends did a little later in the spring; when it was even warmer, but since Sanem’s wedding was coming up and therefore the honeymoon and Bash could really use a day away from his every day life, he’d suggested they do it earlier this year. Although he had to wait a few weeks longer than he thought considering he hadn’t been able to sit on his motorcycle since Skylar put her knee where the sun doesn’t and he also needed to make sure he didn’t drink the day before. Once the day came, Sanem had had little say in it, honestly. It was happening and it had. 

     The pair was driving up and down the roads of Washington with little to no plan, wind blowing through Bash’s white t-shirt since he’d taken his leather jacket off at their last stop. It was 60 degrees out, why wouldn’t he enjoy it? Finally he slowed down again, pulling his helmet off his head with a wine grin on his lips. That was freedom he hadn’t felt in a while and it kind of washed away the past month’s problems and how he currently seemed to fight a lot with Lily. Bash didn’t want to put that on Sanem though. If Lily wanted to tell her, sure, but he didn’t want to bring down today’s mood. Once Sanem came up next to him and slowed down, he waited til he was sure she could hear him over her their engines. ❛ Hey, y’wanna grab some food? Hopefully we’ll pass by a store or s’thn’. We can make a picnic out’a’it. ❜

It’d be an understatement to say that Sanem was itching to get back on her motorcycle, probably the one drawback to the winter months, being unable to ride. While she didn’t have an issue driving her car of course, but couldn’t deny that one was far more fun to get out on then the other. Now that Washington was finally letting up and giving way to a more Spring climate, she’d all but ripped the cover off it again. Especially when Bash tossed out the idea of going on a impromptu road-trip out of town, while slightly unexpected in timing, it still wasn’t a suggestion out of the ordinary nor one that needed much convincing to free up her day. 

The dancer couldn’t say for sure if she’d ever been to Yakima Valley, possibly on one other ride they’d had passing through, but that certainly said a lot for how little she’d explored the surrounding area of a place she’d lived for half her life now. Simply another reason she was glad to have sad yes to the ride, making a note to bring her fiancée here another time, if she could ever actually get the woman on the bike that is. When they came to a slowed halt, she flipped up the visor on her helmet, peering over at her friend as he suggested finding a place to stop, get something to eat and chill for a bit. ❝ Sure that sounds good, as long as we’ve been driving there’s gotta be something close by, unless you wanna look something up. But — last one to spot a place has to pay ? ❞ There was a playfully challenging tone in her voice, grinning as she revved up the engine before they were both off and soon coming up to a nearby marketplace.