#cntcrtainmcnt

[princesscs-blog1]

she bounds up to the front door of her dad’s house and pulls out her key, twisting the lock and opening the door. ❝ knock, knock! i’m home, dad! ❞ she exclaims, setting her purse down on the floor and shutting the door. ❝ where are you? ❞

[cvtalysts]

     ❛  delong! get in here.  ❜  slamming his blackberry onto a marble end table, his voice projects across the first floor with ease. the beginnings of a celebrity bitchfit are upon us, with founding father gideon townsend taking the stage in time for opening curtain.  ❛  what’s this about my tonight show appearance being postponed?  ❜  he demands as soon as his assistant appears in the doorway, shoving the email alert right under her nose.  ❛  i know johnny-fucking-carson’s got nothing better to do than salivate over my wellness journey. i should be in a town car on my way to the bloody airport right now!  ❜

@cntcrtainmcnt​​ / gideon & raphaelle

[cvtalysts]

     after a heinous afternoon at the club, rocky barely makes it through the door before melting into a puddle of over-starched fabric and discounted kiehls.  ❛  the last guy who spoke to me like that wound up in pieces at the bottom of the hudson,  ❜  she grumbles, collapsing onto the living room sofa and squishing a throw pillow over her face. wallowing was the number one cause of premature wrinkles, but being talked down to by one-percenters all day demands its toll.  ❛  i’m officially calling out of life. if my boss asks, tell him i died of toxic menstrual cramps. or polio. that’s still a thing, right?  ❜

@cntcrtainmcnt​​ / rocky & amber

[princesscs-blog1]

❝ well? you want a ride or not? ❞ she asks, gesturing to the car. she’s only got a few places to go. nothing too wild. she can afford to offer the other a ride. ❝ because, i’ve got stuff to do today. ❞ // @cntcrtainmcnt

[scmniums-blog]

◤      HOW long had he been sitting at the bar? his watch told him it’d only been a couple minutes, but somehow the minutes seemed to drag on in his head. damn, many the change of scenery isn’t what he needed. hazel eyes flickered to the phone screen checking for any new messages and finding none.  he had left to try and relax. unfortunately, tom hadn’t been able to get half way through his beer before he’d started to feel guilty. his hand reached up to rub the space between his brows. it’d always been hard celebrating the holidays since his sister went missing four years ago. he wouldn’t have even left the house, but with the quartet of cousins that had come in from new york for the holiday with their kids, he’d been able to escape pretty easily. ophelia had been too preoccupied with her cousins to notice, his mind rationalized an hour of something else.  still, the feeling built in his head, reminding him not so fondly of the stress headaches he used to get in new york.    “ damn, ” he realized, muttering to himself,   “ i’m a terrible person. ”   ◢ @cntcrtainmcnt

[bornxtoxdie-blog1]

@cntcrtainmcnt (closed starter for Kieran)

Aoife pushed open the door of the bar and stepped inside. It was a seedy place, popular with the members of Irish mafia in Kola. She went there often. If anybody asked questions, her answer was always that she was meeting with a client. It was a plausible excuse, and was occasionally the truth.

Glancing around, she spotted Kieran sitting at a table. She walked over to him and slid into the seat across from him. “How’s it going, Doyle?” she asked him. As she did, a barmaid approached to take her order. She ordered a whisky. Then, glancing at the man across from her, she said “What are you drinking?” She was in a good mood, having won a case that day, and figured she’d buy him a round to celebrate.

[fuckithqs]

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[nocteprobus-blog]

(closed starter | @cntcrtainmcnt) 

margo had been planning the party for weeks. why this one was so difficult she would probably never know. it was just that the host was very strict and it was very um hard to make things perfect. the party was a little under a week away so it was time to make sure the menu was perfect and that preparation was well underway. 

margo walked to the restaurant and specifically requested to talk to mitch. not only because she trusted him the most, but she wanted to set him and asia up. they were so perfect for each other. sure mitch didn’t know her plans, but that was fine. she hopped up on a stole and waited for him to come out from the back.