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[ofjordyns]

]glassfm​:

          it’s  not  like  he  can  feign  ignorance  in  knowing  who’s  apartment  he’d  stepped  into  —  not  when  a  multitude  of  his  nights  had  ended  within  these  walls  ,  and  right  beside  her  at  that  .  but  a  good  party’s  not  easy  for  him  to  resist  ,  especially  when  a  few  of  his  own  friends  had  practically  begged  him  to  come  along  with  them  .  after  all  ,  he’s  the  one  with  the  connections  .  funny  how  all  of  them  disappeared  into  the  crowd  as  soon  as  they’d  set  foot  in  the  foyer  .  now  he’s  on  the  hunt  for  a  drink  all  alone  ,  dodging  conversation  the  best  he  can  until  he  can  get  some  substance  in  him  (  at  this  point  ,  he’ll  take  anything  )  .  and  he’d  only  just  knocked  back  a  quick  pair  of  shots  when  her  voice  is  filtering  through  the  air  .  “  not  gonna  kick  me  out  ?  you’re  so  sweet  .  ”  he  lilts  ,  giving  her  a  once - over  before  he’s  grabbing  a  red  solo  cup  for  himself  and  extending  it  towards  her  .  “  pour  me  one  ?  ”  

                “ oh  you  know,  just  being  a  good  hostess. ”  jordyn  replies, dropping  a  few  cubes  of  ice  into  her  cup. “ i  suppose.  since  you  asked  so  nicely.”  she  says  flashing him  a  saccharine  grin  with  sarcasm  laced  in  her  words.  taking the cup from him,  that  smile  falls  as  soon  as  she  turns  back  to  the  bowl  of  punch. the girl  rolls her  eyes at  the  other.   “ anything  else  for  you  today?”  she  sighs,  handing  him  his  cup  back.  

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Gentle and dreamy <3

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jess davis + that jacket™ in 4.02

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ft. matthew ( @glassfm​ )

party at her apartment in downtown ontario.

            it  started  with  just  a  few  people.  a  casual  get  together  with  three  or  four  of  jordyn’s  friends.  an  hour  went  by,  and  her  living  room  was  filled  with  a  few  dozen.  before  she  knew  it,  mutual  friends  invited  friends  of  friends  until  jordyn  seems  to  be  hosting  a  late  night  house  party.     wall  to  wall  her  luxury  apartment  is  packed  with  both  familiar  and  unfamiliar  faces,  jordyn  knows  her  neighbors  will  likely  have  complaints. but,  that’s  something  for  future  jordyn  to  worry  about. right now,  jordyn  is  concerned  with  getting  herself  another  drink.  making  her  way  to  the  kitchen, she stumbles through the crowd of people -- scolding someone for putting  their grubby   fingerprints on her kid’s choice award on the way.   “ woah,  who  invited  you? ”   she  questions  the  brunette  boy  she  spotted,  pouring  herself  another  cocktail.  “ guess  it  doesn’t  matter.  you’re  here  already.”  

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natashafms​:

natasha was about to get red in the face, but she simmered upon recognizing jordy. she knew that the girl would never intentionally ruin her shirt. it still was a bummer though. the blonde shakes her head. “my fault for coming in the first place!” nat yells over the song that she doesn’t know the lyrics to. her eyes light up at the mention of a replacement top. “you don’t have to! but…i wouldn’t be opposed.” natasha bit her lip. “well i was gonna leave because…” she gestured to her soiled shirt. “but if you have an extra…”

               she  lets  out  a  laugh  as  the  two  of  them  struggle  to  hear  eachother  over  the  loud,  thudding  music  playing  through  the  house.  only  hearing  bits  and  pieces  of  her  words -- jordy  assumes  natasha  agreed  to  the  spare  shirt.  “ come  on.  i’m  parked  around  just  out  front.”  she  says,  reaching  for  the  other’s  hand.  interlocking  their  fingers,  she  pulls  the  girl  out  the  front  door.  stepping  out  of  the  muggy  houseparty,   a  gust  of  fresh  air  hits  her  face. “ well  aren’t  i  lucky  i  keep  a  spare  set  of  clothes  on  me,  i  didn’t  even  get  a  chance  to  dance  with  you  tonight.”  

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             trying  to  maneuver  through  the  crowd  of  both  familiar  and  unfamiliar  faces.  brushing  past  each  person  she  bumps  into  with  a  quiet, “ excuse  me”  apologizing  everytime  someone  bumps  into  her  whilst  dancing.  finally  passing  through,  she  collides  with  someone,  “ shit,  i’m  sorry --”  leaves  her  lips  immediately.  she  catches  sight  of  the  familiar  head  of  blonde  hair,  jordyn  apologizes  even  more.  “ i  am --  the  worst.  god,  and  that  was  such  a  cute  shirt  too.  you  have  to  let  me  replace  it  for  you.”  jordyn  pauses,  “ i  actually  might  have  an  extra  top  in  my  car  if  you  wanna  borrow  it  for  the  night?  you  weren’t  leaving  just  yet,  right?” 

starter: open

location: house party

the music pounded throughout the house, but it did nothing for natasha’s migraine. she didn’t want to be here at all, but accepted the invitation out of politeness. nat did everything out of politeness and propriety. she sat on the beige couch watching as strangers and friends alike danced and writhed around. in her hand, there was an untouched beer bottle. natasha sighed and looked at her watch, trying to plan her escape. standing up, she decided that now was her chance. however, someone happened to block her path right as she was leaving, effectively spilling their drink on her. the bright liquid was cold against her skin and it soaked into her silk shirt. “great- just…great.” 

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jessica davis + the messy bun™ in 4.05

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ofkaydens​:

Their mother used to say the girls were two sides of the same coin. That always felt like more of a marketing angle than a fact. For as long as she could remember, Jordyn had always been the better sister. Prettier, sweeter, more talented, more humble, more polite. Kayden couldn’t count the amount of times someone tried to get close to her in an attempt to get to Jordyn. This year was the first time she booked something alone. And yet, It always felt like Jordyn was ahead. Same roles, same shows, same music, same events, same meet and greets. Even little things like this. Kayden is rushing around like a maniac, frazzled thoughts and scattered necessities on the kitchen counter. While Jordyn is over there. Smiling. Looking perfect. Acting perfect. An air of calm surrounding her. It’s something Kayden can never figure out. “We’re supposed to be there in an hour. If there’s any traffic downtown then it’ll take at least thirty minutes.” Add that to the twenty minutes it’ll take to finish her hair? Well, they’re practically late already. “It’s like you completely forgot what mom taught us.” She says without thinking, a sharp exhale following. They never talk about their mother. Especially not as a mentor. But Kayden still has those thoughts engrained in her. Rule number four. On time is late. “Nevermind. I’m going to finish my hair.”

                “ it’ll  be  fine.  so  what  if  we’re  late,  not  to  sound  conceited  or  anything  -- ”  she  drops  her  voice  down  to  a  psuedo-whisper.  “ but  i  think  mr.  magazine  editor  needs  us  way  more  than  we  need  him.  he’ll  survive  if  we’re  a few  minutes  late.  trust  me.” jordyn  admired  her  sister’s  diligence  and  tenacity.  for  years,  she  wished  she  moved  with  that  much  urgency.  maybe  it  was the minor age  difference  or  the  different  experiences  --  whatever  it  was,  their  quirky,  sisterly  differences  portrayed  onscreen  ring  true  more  often  than  not.    there’s  always  a  cool  to  everything  jordyn  says  or  does.  never  too  invested,  but  never  totally  uncaring  either.  somewhere  in  the  middle.  a  kind,  almost  playful apathy.  that  is,  with  almost  everything.  their  mother  always  strikes  a  bad  cord  with  jordyn.  the  mascara  brush  lowers  from  her  lashes  as  she  tosses  a  glare  at  her  sister.  “mom?  wow  really,  kay?  you’re  going  there  today?  it’s  only  eight  am,  you’d  think  you’d  at  least  wait  til  after  lunch  to  play  mommy  dearest’s  favorite  again.”   pushing  the  brush  back   in  it’s  tube,  rather  forcibly.  “ fine.   i’ll  finish  my  makeup  in  the  car. don’t  wanna  miss  this  super-duper  important  meeting.  on  time  is  late,  y’know.”   

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luciianafm​:

❛ 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒊𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 me kiss you❜ she says with a giggle.  ❛alright, i found us one and it’ll be here in exactly two minutes. I love when we’re in luck and today is that day!❜   

            “  i  mean  --  wouldn’t  object  to  that.”  she  giggles.  “oh  god,  great.  with  all  this  luck --  you  never  know,  maybe  i’ll  get  a  little  lucky  tonight.  haven’t  had  any  action  in  ages.”  likely  by  choice,  but  nonetheless  true. 

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               perfecting  that  final  stroke  of  eyeliner right  now  feels  like  the  most  pivotal  moment  in  her  career.  focused  on  her  reflection  in  her  hand  mirror,  with  the  epitome  of  precision  jordyn  places  the  perfect  line  of  black  liner  onto  her  eyelids --  careful  not  to  jump  at   the  sound  of  her  sister’s  heckling.  “ you  mean,  where’s  your  hair  drier,  jordy?  could  i  borrow  it  by  chance?”  she  corrects, putting  on  a  squeaky  voice  to  mock  her  sister’s.  though,  there’s  no  telling  who  the  blowdryer  actually  belongs  to.  their  things  always  seemed  to  get  mixed  together.  “bottom  drawer  in  my  bathroom  --  and,  will  you  relax?  we’ve  got  plenty  of  time.  take  a  chill  pill,  kay.”  letting  out  a  sigh  of  relief ,  satisfied  with  her  liner  jordyn  picks  up  a  tube  of  mascara.  “ finishing  my  makeup,  duh.  took  a  snack  break  a  few  minutes  ago --  you  weren’t  gonna  eat  that  leftover  thai  from  yesterday  right?”  

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“Where is the hair dryer?” Kayden practically yells through their apartment. Ever since they started managing themselves, life has gotten just a bit hectic. Missed calls, rushed meetings, scheduling issues. Being an actress is already a big job, but adding on singer and manager is borderline insane. Kayden’s always had an issue with giving up control. Especially with strangers. It didn’t matter how great their references were. “J, come on! We’re supposed to be having lunch with that magazine editor today.” Which doesn’t actually matter that much. But another chance to look good is another chance to look good. Her voice deflates watching her sister on the couch. Did she miss something? “Why aren’t you dressed?”

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willagallagher​:

“that’s what i said!” willa exclaims and then laughs. she likes talking to jordy because it’s always a fun time, the two are really close and thank god they share the same values. At least that’s what willa thinks. “who doesn’t enjoy pancakes? and this diner serves the absolute best,” she grins, taking another sip from her coffee before setting the mug down. “yeah? which state are you in right now? did you record already? are you mixing?” she asks all the questions at once and fast, it’s her style. “i mean, i hope so. i have no idea, though. the label’s said nothing yet so… we just wait.”

           “well  said.  i  think  i  put  too  much  maple  syrup  on  it.”  she  shrugs,  having  realized  she  definitely  drowned  the  pancakes.  “ still  recording.  we  just    keep  scrapping  tracks. you  know  how  it  is,  has  to  be  to  the  letter --  perfect.”  jordyn  shrugs,  taking  a  sip  of  the  milkshake  infront  of  her.  “hate  that.  but,  i’m  sure  you’ll  be  on  the  road  soon.” 

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luciianafm​:

𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, clapping with joy.  ❛love you !❜ she says to the other chuckling.  ❛oh please you don’t have to ask, I’d do us the honor to get us fucked up❜ since she has the green light from her friend then that means she’s down to get drunk. luciana doesn’t waste time.  ❛we’re taking a cab, we don’t want us driving right?❜

                 “ pshh... i  love  you  more,  darlin’. have  i  told  you  how  lucky  i  am  to  have  you? ”  she  replies  with  a  toothy  grin  on  her  face.  the  girl  tucks  her  purse  over  her  shoulder.  “ oh  for  sure.  took  an  uber  here  anyways.” 

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text || jordy

skyler: you'll grow into cute old ladies together

skyler: ok ok okok it'll be our secret

skyler: like....prince eric prince or prince naveen

jordyn: unfortunately, you're right about that.

jordyn: thank u whew don't wanna flatter him too much

jordyn: oh prince eric, 100000000%

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text || jordy

skyler: you're two peas in a pod

skyler: i see him every day i will bug him until he does

skyler: i got do that, i'll be a regular prince charming

jordyn: more like lifetime roommates but yeah sure.

jordyn: YEAH BUT LIKE DONT MENTION ME. just like /mention/ me y'know

jordyn: aw how CUTE. make sure you dress like a prince too. she's got a thing for guys in prince charming costumes

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text || jordy

skyler: ily 2

skyler: ur right he's stinky

skyler: she's not that bad

skyler: of course, i don't want her shoes to get wet

jordyn: eh try living with her for 21 years

jordyn: if you see him tho tell him to call me

jordyn: good. just treat her like a total princess. like she deserves and you'll be dandy, honey.

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text || jordy

skyler: sounds like a plan, you're my number one pal

skyler: i guess you would know, matt is weird too

skyler: sounds like a lot of rules

jordyn: you're my number 1

jordyn: ew gross don't bring him up disgusting

jordyn: she's a diva. oh never let her shoes touch anything wet. you're better off just picking her up if you come across a puddle.