#utv:start

[dxvins-blog]

“my parents are both teachers, but not like the super strict kind. my mom is a laid-back math professor and my dad teaches high school history – anyways, they’re both gonna love watching me play a drunk idiot. i can’t wait to get concerned calls from them asking if i’m ‘okay’ over here. i kind of regret telling them about the role all together. if i ever get a sex scene, my ass is doomed.”

[margcts-blog]

✉️ imessage → open

margot: i still haven't unpacked my bags from when i moved??? i've lived here for 3 months

margot: if you come help me unpack there could be some ice cream in it for you ;)

[maluhkai-blog1]

with sunglasses planted on the bridge of his nose and his free hand running through his small curls, his other hand being occupied by a large coffee cup with his name written on it. he hadn’t gotten much sleep the night prior due to thinking the bar had seemed like a good idea. his mind was too submerged in the tiredness to be paying attention to his surroundings, all he knew was that he wanted to be in his dressing room. moments has passed by and he felt his body come into contact with another, “shit, i’m so sorry” he apologized instantly, as if it was his most natural reflex before noticing the other individual. “wait, what are you doing here?” 

[scraya-blog]

there was something inherently unnatural about acting— ( i n h u m a n ), even. like pinning butterfly wings against dry and aged corkboards or pressing flowers in between the pages of stale and forgotten books. something as visceral as the experiences of human life— what with the pleasures, the OBSCENITIES, the ghastly, and the ( b e a u t y ) of it all ... they were never meant to be preserved, they were meant for the brave to conquer. only those that were COURAGEOUS enough to defy social norms became the versions of themselves they truly wanted to be — instead of pretending to become somebody they never were and would be. and, now, standing here with a script rolled up in his hand and a cup of coffee in the other — he found the entire process of filming ... well, pointless. what was his fucking purpose in being here? filming for a show that’d inevitably be cancelled in favor of another tv sitcom blindly chasing after the trends of social media? what came NEXT? everything was temporary here: the lights, the fame, the set, the people. perhaps that was the answer TMZ needed upon asking: “why does jordan blake not seem to care about anyone — or anything?”

maybe because everything and everyone was fleeting; disappearing and reappearing in his life as quick as they’d first come. and trying to make sense of it all was tiring. he was goddamn EXHAUSTED with understanding why, why, why, why people disappointed him so. so, it’d just become a habit with concerning himself more on when and less on the why. it was while he was thinking this that someone stood beside him, perhaps to help themselves to the snacks that had been prepared for them. jordan, feeling a bit social today, decided to speak first, “ the donuts have been out since 5am. i’m not saying that eating them would kill you, but i’m also saying you probably shouldn’t be eating them. “

[dxvins-blog]

✉️ text message ›› open

devin: would you believe me if i said i slept for the literal entire day?

devin: i went to bed at 2 am and just woke up

devin: i dont wanna go to work tomorrow fuckkk

[dxvins-blog]

it would come as a surprise to no one – vincent had picked his classes fairly late, resulting in getting stuck with a number of lectures that piled up BEFORE noon even passed. it was after his second of the day, the boy dragging his body out the door and into the bright morning air. in his hand was an empty coffee cup, every last drip of caffeine already POURED into his system. vince had trudged along for a minute or so before realizing that holding the cup was a waste of his limited energy. he spotted an open trash can nearby, and sent the cup flying towards it. in his daze ( and due to his bad hand-eye coordination ) it instead nailed a passerby square in the chest. vince instantly hung his head back, and rushed towards them. “fuck, i’m sorry – i’m so fucking sorry. i just missed,” he hurried to pick up the cup and toss it in the trash, actually making it inside the bin this time.

[margcts-blog]

M A R G O T flips through her script absentmindedly, clutching a pink highlighter between her teeth as she makes notes on the once-perfect white paper. “i can’t believe daph even made it to this party,” she muses, running a hand through her long chestnut waves before letting them settle around her face. “it’s so unlike her - except for the sitting outside alone part. now that i can believe.” she smiles contentedly. “maybe she’ll finally let loose. that could be an interesting episode.”

[dxvins-blog]

“I don’t know if you were there when this happened, but while I was in the middle of a scene outside the BIGGEST fucking spider started crawling on my arm. I only noticed until it was up to my elbow, and I totally flipped out. I literally yelled at the thing. I can’t wait until that shows up in the blooper reel.”