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I seek to be the sun. I want to be the kind of girl who brings flowers to bloom, to have my bones be made of pure light.

k.a. (via insp0s)

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decvdents‌:

“ i feel like every bone in my body is in the wrong place, right now. ” never one to truly exercise, the last place she’d imagine herself in would be a hot yoga class. but spending forty five minutes looking at the instructor in yoga pants did seem like a great idea. in retrospect, she wishes she had picked something more mild. “ how —– how can these people even do this? and for fun? ”

“are you okay?” she asks, concerned about the clearly exhausted female. she scans her features carefully as she awaits her response, looking for some indication that she’s physically fine. “you’ll get the hang of it. i promise. we were all beginners before,” she reminds her as she grabs her water bottle from her bag and takes a sip. “i struggled my first time too.” that had been a tiny white lie, considering she liked to stay active.

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pholly‌:

“kinda  early,  isn’t  it?”  corey  wonders,  beguiling  and  smiling  quietly.  the  question  is  inherently  sardonic,  as  evidenced  by  the  styrofoam  cup  of  coffee  she’s  got  clasped  in  one  hand,  smoking  cigarette  in  the  other.  sunglasses  sit  tucked  on  the  crown  of  her  head,  useless  to  the  dawning  sun  slipping  up  over  the  horizon.  “you  waking  up  or  only  just  going  to  bed?”  she  leans  in,  playful  as  she  looks  them  over  with  an  assessing  eye.  “– ooh,  caught  you  in  the  last  stretch  of  a  walk  of  shame?”

she’s startled by the other’s voice. she was far too busy playing animal crossing on her baby pink nintendo switch to have noticed she hadn’t been alone as she began to walk up the steps of her apartment building. after her workplace had extended their hours to cater yet another hollywood event this week, she, unfortunately, had to stay overtime to make up for the kitchen being short-staffed once again. “the latter. apparently, no one ever sleeps in l.a.” she was due for a nice hot shower and a big, fat nap before her shift began again. she could only dream. after all, how could she pass up a chat with corey? 

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ncrmalpeople‌:

         “can’t even get a fucking cameo in a wright movie.” baz tosses his napkin onto his plate and tips his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose. he knows that he’s far too privileged to be bitching about not getting a role, but fuck, it’s getting old. he leans back into his seat and looks at the other across from him, shaking his head slightly. “am i gonna have to start applying to shit on the cw to start getting semi-serious jobs? is that how my career takes a nosedive?”

“if it makes you feel any better, i have no idea who wright is, so you’re probably not missing out on anything special,” she states, under the hopeful assumption that her words are enough to make him feel somewhat better about himself. in all honesty, she isn’t ashamed of her inability to name movie directors or the fact that she has no clue what he’s going off about. if anything, it means she’s less biased and more honest about her opinions versus someone who was from his world or knew about his world. “if you like acting and a role resonates with you or challenges you to become a better actor, who cares if it’s a cw show? isn’t acting all about the craft and connecting with your audience and fans? i mean, i don’t know... that’s just my two cents.” she hopes she hasn’t offended her most loyal customer. 

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ctrlfarah‌:

         “Oooh Mami that sound painful, are you okay?” She questions, brow raised. “I once spilt a bowl of hot ramen down my stomach, that seriously hurt like a mother effer.” She shakes her head. “And for the record— I don’t eat caviar, it’s g r o s s.” 

“Yeah, I put some ice on it like right after. It’ll probably leave a mark but whatever. Battle scars are fun,” she replies with a casual and flip tone. Her eyes widened as she heard the other’s anecdote. “Seriously? I don’t know how you lived to tell the tale. I would’ve died.” She offers her a friendly smile. “Thank God. Someone with actual taste for once. Caviar’s n a s t y with a capital n and I stand by that statement.”

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zeclots‌:

luci mostly still felt like a fish out of water in los angeles sometimes, having grown up in new york, he was used to the hustle and bustle there. and l.a. was still busy, but in a different way. and as he stood in line for a green juice after a session with his new trainer, he thought that maybe he was starting to fit in more than he thought. he voiced this to the person beside him, “i don’t think i’ve ever been this l.a.” 

right after a photoshoot that had started far too early for her liking, she’d decided to get herself a nice, hot coffee as a treat. the brazilian had been in line, casually scrolling through her instagram feed whilst mindlessly liking her mutual friends’ photos until she’d heard his voice. taken back, she stepped back from him, eyeing him carefully to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. seriously? why now? “out of all the lines in l.a., you just happen to be in this one.” karma truly was a bitch.

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decvdents‌:

hollywood luncheons were, quite possibly, the thing henry hated the most. well, if you exclude polyester, maybe. tired from all the kissing ass done by people lesser than him, he’s a permanent fixture at the bar. as he finishes another old fashioned, henry turns to the nearest figure. “ god, if i see one more blonde skinny wannabe margot robbie bitch i’m shooting myself in the head. ” the drink is replenished, like magic, and he brings it to his lips. “ and if you’re here about the elizabeth short biopic, we’re not greenlighting it. ”

she hates the niceties that come with being an actress in hollywood. usually, she’s above schmoozing to the next asshole who thinks they’re someone in this industry. yet, she’s not against batting an eyelash here and there and pretending to enjoy their company. that’s exactly how she’s managed to land at yet another boring hollywood luncheon. she looks up, arching a manicured brow at henry’s comment. she has to laugh before taking a sip of her martini and setting the glass down. “ not into blondes? that’s a first. ” she’s only kidding. there’s nothing wrong with teasing producers outside of work.

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starseren‌:

“ okay, but has one ever burned the left side of your lip? trust me, it hits different. ” he was half-joking. he’d eaten a lot of hot pockets in his twenty seven years of existence ; enough to argue the cause.  “ though,” he began to whisper, looking around them to make the secretive ruse more believable, “ i’d be careful about what you say about caviar. those rich enough to buy that stuff are rich enough to hire a hitman. ” 

“ i feel like if you gave me another hot pocket right now, i could totally test that theory for myself. and no, this isn’t just me trying to get you to feed me. ” in actuality, it had been a lame attempt on her part in trying to secure free food. chef or not, she would have never let go of her affinity for all frozen foods, especially the ones that only took less than 20 minutes to bake and required no effort. she faux-gasped at mazen’s assertion, whispering back to him. “ i don’t know about you but i think being murdered by a hitman would be a sexy way to go. only cool, important people get on hit lists. everyone knows this. ”

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opulencex‌:

it  wasn’t  unusual  for  people  to  approach  jill  for  a  career  boost  but  in  reality ,  she  didn’t  know  how  much  help  she  was  anymore .  a  hollywood  has - been  with  a  job  that  made  her  miserable ,  she  still  couldn’t  let  go  of  the  familiarity  that  kept  her  afloat .  if  she  weren’t  jillian  davis :  academy  award  winner  ,  she  was  nobody …  “  i’ll  see  what  i  can  do .”  she  sounded  less  than  enthusiastic  but  felt  used  as  it  was .

maitê had hoped she hadn’t been too transparent in seeking the other’s advice on a work-related matter. truthfully, she had wanted to go to someone who had actual experience in hollywood as an actor and not someone behind the scenes or calling the shots in the background either; jillian davis had fit the bill. “ you will ? thank you, jillian. i owe you one. ” she could tell the older actress had probably been asked this before, judging by her tone. regardless, she was still grateful she’d taken time out of her day to listen to her. “ you have no idea how good it feels to have someone who gets it in this industry. ”

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zeclots‌:

esther frowned as she listened to maitê lament about her agent and the roles she’d been offered, “i mean, you are sexy, but not in, like, a degrading, gross way…” she paused, tilting her head slightly and wishing for, even a moment, that she ever thought before she spoke, “i’m not saying- fuck, what i mean is-” she let out a breath, “i’m really sorry that happens to you. hollywood can be so ugly. you’re so much more than that stereotype, mai, really.” 

in typical maitê fashion, she had gone to esther’s place after such a disastrous meeting with her agent, and in hopes of the other female distracting her. even so, that plan had backfired, considering she’d ended up ranting about how terrible her day had gone anyway. thankfully, esther had always been an effective listener. “duh. i know i’m sexy,” she teased her with a girlish, uncalculated giggle, unlike the one she’d memorized and put to use when she wanted or needed something. “it’s just frustrating, es. i’m twenty-five and i still haven’t won anything noteworthy.” the plethora of awards, nominations and titles she’d garnered over the past two years had been nothing compared to the success she wanted for herself.

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filmmakerisms‌:

imogen could only wish for a hot pocket to burn the roof of her mouth. at the moment the only thing in her refrigerator was moldy cheese, a jar of minced garlic and soy milk. nothing spectacular or appetizing. “i can’t think of anything better than a hot pocket,” she paused. “maybe pizza rolls. i hate when i have to go to events and it’s all food i don’t know the names of and can’t pronounce.” 

at the mention of pizza rolls, her eyes had lit up in amazement. that had been one of her favorites. “you know what’s even better than that? a hot pocket with pizza rolls and mozzarella sticks with... garlic bread,” she suggested with a toothy grin. “mood. i work at one of those uppity restaurants in venice beach so i’m always making food i can’t pronounce. you’d think people would get tired of ordering lobster, foie gras and oysters.”

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ensavage‌:

                 “     love   the   confidence .     you   definitely   are   too   talented   to   be   dealing   with   the   same   stale   white   men   who’ve   been   running   shit   since   films   were   in   𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 .     ”     the   brunette   took   a   small   sip   of   her   latte     - —     she’d   been   working   with   the   same   brand   of   bullshit   since   she   moved   to   l . a .   herself .     she’d   gotten   lucky .     and   she   was   a   𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦   𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  in   spreading   her   success   to   other   people   facing   that   same   struggle .     “  nothing   i’m   working   on   personally   will   be   ready   to   cast   for   the   next   year .    there   are   a   few   things   we’re   producing   at   hira   nur   that   you   might   want   to   audition   for ,   though .     i’ll   get   you   in   the   room ,   if   you   like .   ”

                she smiled brightly at the older woman for her praise. finally. someone with some sense and who hadn’t tried to undress her with their eyes the moment she’d spoken. the latina immediately recognized her as one of the filmmakers she’d been dying to work with since she saw her academy-award-nominated work last year. to say she was starstruck would’ve been an overstatement, though, she had felt a high sense of pride at the other’s recognition of her talent. blinking obtusely at the offer, she just nodded as she attempted to gain some semblance of professionalism. she hadn’t been expecting a compliment at all, let alone an actual offer to potentially work with her company. it would’ve been a dream to work for the esme erdoğan.  “  ms. erdoğan, i would be honored to audition for a hira nur produced project. i’m maitê maldonado pedrosa, by the way.  ” 

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        meredith looks at the other with a puzzled look– truth be told, she’d be zoning out through most of bettina’s words, only catching onto a select few. hot pocket. dangerous. caviar. brave. she finds herself wondering what exactly she’s missed before she slips into what she hopes is a convincing smile. “oh, yeah, for sure. i live for danger.”

       she can tell the other femme isn’t completely following everything she’s saying. after all, that’s usually the look her family members gave her before shrugging her off altogether. at least meredith pretends to understand her and offers something she can work with. “what’s the most dangerous food experience you’ve ever had?” it’s her turn to listen now.

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zeclots‌:

“y’know… i went grocery shopping the other day- we have plenty of non-hot pocket meal options. you’re a chef, b!” esther told her- pretty hypocritical considering she’d had a hot pocket for lunch, “did you put ice on it?” she didn’t know if that would help a burnt lip, but it seemed like a good enough answer. 

“in my defense, i was too lazy to make anything else. work has me drained. why are rich people so particular about their diets? why can’t they just order chicken or something?” she complained to her best friend and roommate. “yeah but it’ll probably leave a mark. whatever. god gives his hardest battles to his sexiest warriors so i’m still winning.”

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“ i need to fire my agent. apparently, my current one thinks the spicy and sexy latina trope is still in and won’t find me any auditions outside of that disgusting stereotype. i’m far too talented and beautiful to already be typecasted this early into my career. not to mention, it’s insulting at this point. please tell me you know someone who isn’t a tool. ”