— ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ɢʜᴏsᴛs

let me go, 'cause you're just a shade of what i am, not what i'll be. seth. writer.

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gilded-castle‌:

“Could you believe that interview last night?” Jerome asked. It seemed like as soon as Jerome woke up, everyone was talking about it. What a better way to hide your actual thoughts on it ( genuine thoughts being that he pitied everyone involved ) than join in on the “conversation”? “It was a mess. They should have started preparing that actor a long time ago.”

“Even I thought it was a fucking disaster,” he gave a slow nod, a deep frown on his face. Seth had tuned into the interview, as curiosity had gotten the better of him. When the program had ended, he felt bad for the actor and wondered how it now affected them and their career. “I don’t know. Maybe they did but it all went out the window. Something must be going on in their life for them to act this way. Another reason could be they just don’t care -- or stopped caring. I’ve heard that can happen..." Seth trailed off, unsure if he should even discuss this with someone like Jerome, who was an actor and far above him if he was being honest. They were famous and he was not. (Obviously.)

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aidensimmons‌:

“Excuse me?” There’s a pause after he speaks up, still second guessing the choice to even do so in the first place. He’s been here for a solid few minutes, debating and repeatedly talking himself out of it. He’d almost left but something had kept him from simply walking away. Maybe it was his own stupidity which would become a regret he’d mull over later tonight. More likely, it was the empathy he’d always worn on his sleeve and that he couldn’t shake, even when it might not be appropriate. But he’d started now, so there was no choice but to finish. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to intrude, but – are you alright? You look a little… upset.”

"Yeah?” Seth turned toward the source of the voice, his brows furrowed together. At first, he thought it was one of the higher ups, requesting him to stop to discuss upcoming episodes (though they were more interested in it being dramatic and eye-opening, never about the actual storylines) or fellow writers who may need something from him. Instead, he landed his attention on Aiden, someone he barely knew but was well aware of their occupation title. He didn’t respond to their question. Not right away at least. For the brief moment he was silent, he tensed the right side of his jaw, gritting the back of his teeth slightly. Well, shit. Was it that obvious? For whatever reason, it made him uncomfortable. Normally, he was ignored by a majority of the staff if it wasn’t work related. 

“No, I’m good. Fine.” he said, though it didn’t sound honest even to him. “Just a little tired, that’s all. I had to stay up late last night working on drafts.” Seth shrugged his shoulders, attempting to appear casual and okay.

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love-levitt‌:

“That’s it.” At the first sign of one pap outside the window, Izzy had put on her sunglasses and gathered her things. To that, Eila just huffed in frustration. She didn’t expect Izzy to stick around after the first camera appeared in the window, but deep down, she still wished her friends didn’t dip at the first sign of “public interest.” 

But Eila didn’t say anything to Izzy other than goodbye, and as soon as Izzy climbed over to leave the table, someone new apparently decided they should take her place.

“Oh,” Eila said, toneless. One pap was still peering through the window, but that became the least of her worries. She straightened her back and offered a small smile at the newcomer, regardless of her own feelings. Second nature at this point. “Do you wanna take a seat? I’m… not really waiting for anyone.”

Wearing an earbud in one ear, he was preoccupied with the sounds of music playing from it, and staring at his cell phone in his left hand, sifting through unread work e-mails. He hadn’t noticed someone walking past him in an urgent manner, nor did it seem to phase him much. Seth had grown use to it, having worked at Prometheus and its face-paced environment. (Well, behind the scenes was definitely like that, everyone had tasks to do and were on a tight schedule.) He paused in mid-step, quickly replying to a thread that involved other writers. A couple of points irritated him in the post, his eyebrow twitching as he typed out his response. Moving his thumb to hit send, he looked up and noticed Eila sitting alone. 

“Well,” he started to say, glancing from the offered seat then back to her, “maybe for just a bit.” Seth took off his backpack, leaning it against the wall. As he sat down, his eyes flickered towards the window, finally noticing the paparazzi with camera in hand.  “Do they ever give you a moment of peace?” he quirked his eyebrows, turning his attention back to her. Although thankful of not having that kind of attention, he did feel sorry for anyone followed by them.

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elizaolivcr‌:

❝ i need you to tell me everything will be okay, ryder .. ❞ she’s getting into character, don’t mind her. she has a bundle of blankets acting as a stand-in baby, and she’s dressed the part, ‘eye-catching yet formal’. eliza is auditioning tomorrow for the role of cindy freidman in  ❝ you … you can’t do this! i need you, our son needs you! i … ❞ she pauses, stuttering a little bit. ❝ i-i, uhh … i can’t … umm … ❞ god this would be so much easier with a partner to help her learn her lines. unfortunately, her ryder is out sick. she turns to the nearest person in the room, eyes pleading. ❝ hey, can you, uhh … can you help me really quickly, if you’re not too busy? i need a partner, and you’re the only one i can find. ❞

seth had his back turned to the other, focused on the stack of loose pieces of paper in a folder. he was meant to be on a break, having been forced to take one from the group’s supervisor. (apparently, working around the clock was considered unhealthy! didn’t it show dedication to his job, that he wasn’t a slacker? what was so wrong wanting to work so much? whatever.) he had managed to sneak out of the other writers’ watchful gaze with promises he was going to take a break. instead, he found another room to hide in, putting his entire attention on an upcoming script. well, it was supposed to be finished but he had continuously went back to it, ripping apart scenes and rewriting bits here and there. when the other had spoken, it had caused him to jump a bit, tearing him apart from his own thoughts.

“huh?” he turns around, finally facing the other person in the room. he was so wrapped up in his work, he didn’t even notice her or heard her practicing her lines. huh, that’s strange. “what -- no, i don’t think i’m the right person for that. i’m not an actor.” he says a bit apologetically, then clears his throat before saying, “uh, well... what scene are you trying to work with?” 

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[thervckless]

voted most likely to be cancelled first, is here just for the fame, here for the wealth, wants to actually make art, pro-cancellation process, anti-cancellation process, neutral, works the system, is behind the scenes, works in front of the camera, is new to Hollywood, seasoned veteran, workaholic, phones it in, watches the cancellations, avoids watching them, paps love them, paps hate them, paps have no idea they exist, keeps up with the fame leaderboard, is obsessed, ignores it, would stab someone in the back, is loyal af 

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