chain my name.

"I fuckin’ do, right?? I mean! I look the best I’ve possibly ever looked, and I’m the kind of person who can pull off a jean jacket with actual literal swagger. So.”

She’s proud of herself for that! Y’know, that she managed to look this good even though she got into a brief altercation with a mirror this morning—that bandaged hand which she conveniently puts behind her back, out of Ness’s view—but also that she managed to get her scary big sister figure to come out to the City of Sin. And will, later this evening, manage to get her as twisted as possible.

"Look, Ness, I want you to promise me somethin’— no business talk while we’re here together, okay? I know you’re a big time… boss… lady and everything, but we barely get to see each other! Just do me a solid and screen your work calls for tonight? Please?”

#( about : jack. )#( jack muse : gina linetti. )

It had always been hard for Hennessey to set down her iPhone and ignore business calls.

Even at some of her big family functions, she brought it with her and all she did for a living was design websites and the like. It wasn't as though she was a fashion designer or celebrity of any sort. Though, there had been both men and women who asked her if she was or assumed as much of her because of her looks. No one ever expected her to be a businesswoman and a serious one at that; of course, she did admittedly know how to unwind with the right people. Fussing with the settings on her phone as she spoke, she spoke with all the love and honesty she held for Pasha.

❝For you? I promise,❞ the brunette nodded softly, showing her phone with the settings to block work calls -- the glory of the proper phone applications had always come in rather handy. ❝I'll try my best not to let it slip into conversations either.❞ With that, she gave Pasha a hug that was a touch awkward at first and then loosened as she eased.

#parapsyched

the-ninenine

The English language cannot fully capture the depth and complexity of my thoughts so I’m incorporating Emoji into my speech to better express myself.

frodossamwise

if anyone ever tells you to man up, just knock them unconscious and as they lie motionless of the ground, lean over them and whisper

"man down"

#( about : hennessey. )

[text— big brother]: lest you forget i have a childhood’s worth of memories of my weak ass getting PUNKED TO HELL by you and jack so??

[text— big brother]: i’m just sayin bruh

[text— big brother]: grave. shit on it. keep that in mind

[ txt. jeff goldblum ] : my heart is now a raisin, are you happy?

[ txt. jeff goldblum ] : but seriously, it's a good surprise, i promise. something you deserve, tbh.

[text— big brother]: listen, if you punk me on my wedding day

[text— big brother]: and i mean this in the most loving way possible

[text— big brother]: i will find a way to kill you and then i will shit on your grave

[ txt. jeff goldblum ] : you act like i'd do some horrible thing to you

[ txt. jeff goldblum ] : i think i'm hurt, pasha

[ txt. jeff goldblum ] : i think my heart just shriveled that you don't trust me to give you the cool things

[text— big brother]: WHAT KIND OF LITTLE SCHEME HAVE YOU GOT RUNNIN

[text— big brother]: HUH

[text— big brother]: YA TURKEY

[ txt. jeff goldblum ] : you still love me

[ txt. jeff goldblum ] : and you will discover the other surprise soon enough, nerd

#( about : cognac. )#( about : jack. )#this is them #i promise you

fyeahhousemd

[text— big brother]: i’m GONNA DO IT, ye of little faith

[text— big brother]: wait. what surprise

[text— big brother]: wh at surprise cognac

[ txt. jeff goldblum ] : can't reveal it yet, nerd

[ txt. jeff goldblum ] : especially if you don't know what it is

#parapsyched

“You’re here!”

Pash Novak stands in the middle of her hotel suite looking, if we do say so ourselves, the image of post-modern bridal beauty. Her dress is simple, striking and was shockingly picked out by her own hand and makeup is done to perfection thanks to our very own Ryan Danvers. She’s glowing, to put it simply— and yet she still manages to sound like a kid sister when Ness walks in the room. God, she’s missed that gorgeous gal.

"Whatcha think?" She gives a li’l curtsy. "Drastic change, right?”

#( m. hennessey. )#parapsyched

Cognac had near bullied Hennessey into coming along to Vegas, she had insisted she had far too much work and too many new clients at the design firm to take the time. She had told him that he should take Jack or even drag along dad. And it was by no means that she didn't want to see Pasha married, it was more that she had never quite fit in with the little group being such a workaholic and a bit of a perfectionist.

❝You look gorgeous, Pasha!❞ Her exclamation was honest with the softness in her smile and her features.

Pasha and Delilah had been the sisters she never really had given all her biological siblings were male. Perhaps they offered her a chance to be a real girl in their own ways and maybe this Vegas trip might just be good for her in the long run.

spencreid:

there are certain people that i mutually follow and they’re literally perfect rays of sunshine and i worship them from afar and crave their friendship deeply but instead of talking i’ll reblog them sometimes or like one of their posts when i know i want to reply but we aren’t close and it’ll be weird

#( out of liquor. )#about me

[text— big brother]: iM OUT OF IT NOW. sorry i just had a weird night last night i’m kinda topsy turvy rn

[text— big brother]: yeah everything’s fine!! nerves i guess. i just wanted to make sure you were like. here. but yeah i just shot ness a text to come over but you’ll come see me soon yeah?

[ txt. jeff goldblum ] : of course! i'll be there for the big event of course and catch you really soon, have fun with ness and good luck with the mission in getting her smashed

[ txt. jeff goldblum ] : out of curiosity? did the other surprise occur yet or --

[text— big brother]: its s os hard to ext in the s eowr shower

[text— big brother]: are u in town yet?? havent seen u!!! freakin a little

[ txt. jeff goldblum ] : i believe it's not recommended to bring technology in the show, bae

[ txt. jeff goldblum ] : got in earlier -- everything okay? i can drop by later or ship ness your way?

bloodbinding-moved-deactivated2

[ -- brother from another mother. ]

this is not a text asking you where i can get some bomb ecstasy.

okay. it is.

help a sista out thanks

#( txts. cognac. )#bloodsynthesis

[ txt. deli sammich ] : you should know by now robyn's the best at that

[ txt. deli sammich ] : she's supposed to be around tonight, jack's dropping her off in a couple hours i think

onnabelle-archive

“Okay. So serious question. Is it weird to buy a bartender a drink? Like is it wrong or immoral or like taboo or something or is that totally alright?"

#( m. cognac. )#onnabelle

❝There's certainly nothing wrong with it, really, though I'm not supposed to drink on the job. But it is my bar, so I could get away with a few drinks.❞ A soft, sly smirk.

welooklikeanimals-archive

“… oh. Isn’t that kind of —”

Illegal? Sketchy? A generous offer that any of her roommates would be ecstatic to accept? Yes. But Amara’s been almost painfully law-abiding since she left home, and the avoidance of most social situations ( and people in general ) goes along with it. She’s trying not to think of why that is, wordlessly sipping her drink for a minute.

“Thanks. I mean, I’ll consider it.” Unless it costs more than ten bucks.