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[ ARKIN THERIAULT ] 

          Many rows in front, an elderly woman with white hair and a warm smile was enthusiastically instructing the class of avid learners. Evie had situated herself closer to the back, away from the eyes of others. Beside her, people were furiously whipping their mixture and it caused her to pause, pressing a palm to her forehead. “I don’t know if my risotto is going to end up like her’s,” she worried, casting a glance at Arkin. It was not the first time that they’d been in the same class. 

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[ FALLON ROBINSON ] 

           Despite her love of cuddly animals, Evie had never had a pet of her own. Therefore, she couldn’t say truthfully whatever possessed her to volunteer as a dog sitter for her friend. It was a challenge made only more difficult by the presence of Harper and her increasing work schedule. As she walked outside with the cocker spaniel, it became apparent that Bailey was in fact walking her. Enough so that she could not control him as he pulled her energetically over to another person.

“I’m so very sorry!”

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unless it’s a thread that was plotted out, i’m going to be dropping my outstanding replies. however, now that i’ve had a week with my new doggo i’m looking to make some personalised starters. like this post if you would like one 

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Lily James attends the UK premiere for The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society in London on April 9th, 2018.

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if anyone’s remotely curious about why i’m currently on hiatus...take a look. warning, prepare yourself for lots of cuteness. 

meet my puppy, digby!

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brycbrooks:

           Slipping out of his place undetected wasn’t easy but it wasn’t impossible either, leaving his jeep behind and taking the scenic route down along the edge of the beach where he blended into the rest of the beach goers. It was there that he was able to pick up a Lyft for the rest of the way to Evie’s house but he had it stop a few blocks away. The less that people were able to see and put together, the better it was for the both of them as he put his hands into his pockets and walked the last few meters. 

Did he know how he was going to feel? Not really. Did he know what he was going to say? Not that either. But it beat hiding out at his place with a few others who were looking at him like they were waiting for him to fall apart, but it also didn’t mean that he was ready to talk about it either. With Evie, things felt less complicated and ― nice. He didn’t feel like he needed to be performing or acting like he was fine when he was anything but that after seeing Kitty and hearing the news break. 

Too much was going on in his head for him to make much sense of it as he walked up the steps and knocked on the door, a deja vu to the last time that he’d been there without so much of the nervousness or awkward tension that he carried with himself. This time he was ready to be there, wanted to not be alone but with someone who would offer him a moment or two to breathe away from everyone’s watchful gaze. They wanted to know if he was the father, but Bryce didn’t know if that was even what he could be called when he didn’t know the truth until now. 

When the door opened, he offered a tight lipped smile with a duck of his chin as he peered down into her kind eyes and relaxed when he knew that no one else had followed him. “Hey, you ordered an American spy?” His lips twisted into a curled up smirk. “You were lucky. They had one left in stock.” @lcrkspur

          For a moment she had hesitated, silently and regrebly. Evie had wondered if it was better to not get involved, despite her fondness of Bryce, for fear of the mess that had already starter between Kitty and her. The party was a whirlwind of emotions, two women quickly fighting needlessly - it was not what she wanted. But she cared too much to let go, despite the baggage and the exes. If all she was meant to ever be was Bryce’s friend, then that’s what she would be. Although, she had yet to stop flirting. 

Evie liked being the dependable one, the confidante and comfort. When she had extended an offering to Bryce, she did not know whether or not he would accept. After all, with everything going on, he may have wanted to block everyone out. But instead the offer of more cupcakes was taken up. She had danced around the kitchen, rocking Harper to sleep as she pulled multicoloured sprinkles from her extensive baking cupboard, as well as other essentials. 

A simple but effective vanilla recipe was used, that’s what flavour he’d requested...or as he had said, yellow cake. She sung to herself, allowing her own stresses to melt away as she got into to the rhythm of whipping up her frosting. By the time she had finished her playlist, a dozen cakes were sitting proudly on an ornate three tier cake stand, smatterings of icing sugar coating her apron, which she tugs off. 

When the doorbell rung, it did not alarm her like the time before. No, she felt calm at the prospect and was not covered in baby vomit, with a house smelling like burnt cupcakes. She grasped the handle opening the door to see his handsome face. No matter how much sadness she felt for his situation, Evie refused to let it come across as pity. 

“Only if I can be the badass sidekick,” she responded with a grin, rotating on the spot. Her blonde ponytail bounced as she sidestepped to make room for him to walk in. “I'm glad you came.”

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Kat: The model actress says

Kat: OK AOK

Evie: Just trying to be supportive.

Evie: Although, that usually ends with me baking something to celebrate, or console. Any excuse really to use my kitchen aid mixer.

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          Her hand curls into a fist, rapping against the door of the Bel Air home. It’s the grandest building that she’s ever stood on the grounds of, despite her desire to soar. Having seen the single social media post welcoming her granddaughter to the world, Diana had felt enraged by the her own unawareness of the situation. It had resulted in her leaving several voice messages to her only child and then marching around to her parent’s house to confront them. It came down to one thing...trust. 

Diana had never done right by her daughter, she knew that. At the time, she had felt as though life had cheated her out of greatness, when she ought to have been a star. 

Watching her daughter’s semi-surprised face, she feels unease in her stomach. Brushing it off with a stoic expression, she looks Evie up and down. 

“Are you going to let me in?” she questions, raising her eyebrow. 

The war in her daughter’s mind is shown on her features. Diana has always known how to read them, even if she’s never shown it. It seemed to get to point when there was no point in trying any more, her daughter already thinks she’s a monster. 

But there’s hope...she wants to do better.

“I was surprised when you called,” Evie says, walking into the lounge. Diana follows, glancing around the room at the interiors. 

“I know what you think of me. I know that I’ve been selfish and absent. I’ve been a terrible mother to you and all because I was jealous,” she begins, watching the shock rise on Evie’s face. It’s not something which she’s ever admitted to before and as much as she hates to admit it, her new boyfriend has been the trigger for the reconciliation attempt. Make amends while there’s still time, or something like that.

It only really hit home when Harper was born. That’s when she knew there was another chance. So here she is, extending an olive branch to her only daughter. 

“I want to be a better grandmother than I was a mother.”

 EVIE

          She watches her mother with Harper, focus sharp and unwavering. Disbelief continues to wash over her, a refusal to accept what her mother is saying. After being screwed over by so many people, she no longer chooses to believe in people’s good intentions immediately. One bitten, twice shy. 

“How long is this going last, mom?” she questions, crossing her arms over her chest. It hurts her that she cannot believe her own mother, but even  her grandparents have warned her about being careful. The amount of times that Diana has spoken to tabloid magazines with false news is ridiculous, enough to hurt Evie. 

“This is real this time. I promise.” 

She wants to believe in promises. But being blamed for her mother’s lack of career or motivation is hard to overcome. 

“I don’t know.” 

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DIANA & EVIE LARKSPUR

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anthonysouthgate:

It had been a goal of his to try out new trendy spots. He mainly wanted to see how the management was going, maybe to see if he could steal the manager for himself. So there he was, sitting in Seven Grand, swirling his beer around. “How come beer tastes a lot better coming from the tap rather than a bottle?” He pondered, talking to the glass but also to the person near him. “Have you been here before? How’s the staff?” This was probably an odd question to ask, but he was genuinely curious. 

          Having finished meeting with the director of a potential project, Evie was swirling around the contents of her virgin passion fruit mojito. Despite letting loose at the St Patrick's day party, she had no intention of drinking regularly, not while her daughter still depended on milk. Turning her head towards the man who was musing aloud about beer, she casually shrugged. “I can’t say that I can tell the difference. But then I’ve never been a beer person,” she divulges, swivelling on her stool to face him better. “I’ve been here a couple of times. The staff? They’re ugh okay? I haven’t really noticed anything spectacular or disturbing about them.”

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Kat: So, it's really small and actually doesn't matter even a little bit. It's not even the lead.

Kat: I got a part for a Karyn Kusama film!

Evie: If you're excited about it then it does matter!

Evie: Congratulations.

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* interview the muse

‘ do you miss anyone? ’

‘ how are you doing? ’

‘ do you believe in ghosts? ’

‘ what makes you laugh? ’ 

‘ list your top three bands or singers. ’ 

‘ how many blankets do you sleep with? ’

‘ does your name hold any special meaning to you? ’

‘ gum, cake, pie or ice cream? ’

‘ favorite book? ’

‘ are you a good person? ’

‘ describe love. ’

‘ have you ever taken part in an uprising? ‘

‘ favorite song? ’

‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’

‘ the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you today? ’

‘ tell me one truth and one lie. ’

‘ do you like people? ’

‘ what motivates you? ’

‘ describe the perfect weekend. ’

‘ any pet peeves? ’

‘ do you need a hug? ’

‘ would you like to have kids? ’

‘ do you have any tattoos? ’

‘ classical, oldies, punk, hip hop or country? ’

‘ when was the last time you cried? ’

‘ are you religious? ’

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FILMOGRAPHY 

Silent Meetings                                                                                            2014 Rachel 

Riverside Melancholy                                                                                  2015           Maisie 

The Danish Girl                                                                                            2015            Ulla

And Then There Were None ( Miniseries )                                                  2015 Vera 

Branagh Theatre Live: Romeo and Juliet                                                 2016 Juliet

Me Before You                                                                                            2016 Katrina 

The Rebel Serpent                                                                                      2017 Cassiopeia

Empress Matilda  ( pre production )                                                           2018 Matilda

At First Sight  ( pre production )                                                                 2018                  Lexie 

The Rebel Serpent II  ( rumoured )                                                             2019 Cassiopeia

Project Synthesis  ( rumoured )                                                                  2019 Seneca 

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“Weekends were spent working as a retail assistant at Burberry, only because it looked good on her resume and she got a staff discount.” favourite line in my new app thus far. 

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Lily James for Vanity Fair (Holiday 2017)

[On playing the part of a young Donna in Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again] There’s no cynicism; it’s all joy. You can’t help but be completely drawn in and dance like a lunatic!

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jesseandrewsx:

It was one thing for Jesse to go swimming. Normally, it was done at an empty beach or in the privacy of his own pool. He was slowly becoming more comfortable with himself after his last setback (two fucking years ago) but it didn’t stop him from burying his worries in the bottom of his bottle. Maybe he’d had two drinks too many, maybe it was because he tripped on something, but whatever it was, he ended up spilling it. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said quickly, “I promise that wasn’t some ploy to get you out of your clothes.” Then he instantly kicked himself mentally. You’re a fucking moron. “I think I need to get another drink anyway.” He glanced down at the bottle, sadly empty. It was probably for the best.

          It was mere moments before she was laughing. The words spoken were like something awfully cringeworthy that she would accidentally come out with, when in an uncomfortable social situation. Holding up her hands to staunch the laugher, Evie looked at the stranger sympathetically. “Well I didn’t think that it was, but now...” she started, her tone light and teasing. The blonde smiled, her own embarrassment forgotten. “Then lets get a drink. I’m Evie, by the way.”

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tash-taylor:

“Honestly I have no idea. I thought I left them on a chair but then I remembered all of these chairs look the same” she responded with a shrug, figuring the outfit was a lost cause. Tasha couldn’t help but laugh lightly at her friend’s drunkenness, able to see it in the redness of her cheeks and hear it in the velocity of her words. “Well, the choice to show the world your new boobs is a personal one, but I will say that they deserve to be appreciated eventually. I’ll get you some water soon so you don’t dehydrate, but I think we can enjoy tipsy Evie for a bit longer” Tasha responded while looping an with hers, glad to see stress and worry now long gone from Evie’s face.

           “Someone probably lost their own clothes and decided to steal yours,” Evie offered, nudging her friend’s side. Her heels dangled from her fingers as she walked across the sand, feeling the softness between her feet. Although, there would be the occasional wince when she stood on a rock or broken shell. “Maybe later I’ll walk around in my bikini, but not yet.” She didn’t know where her sudden insecurities had come from, surein the past  she never exposed anything on film but she was okay walking on a beach in a bikini. Then again, when Hollywood praised her for losing the baby weight, it was easy to think too hard on it. “Yes, well I think it’s all going to my head. I’ve been sober for over a year and two glasses of rose have me giggling like a school girl.” Evie smiled at Tasha, finally feeling at ease. Her best friend often had the effect on her.