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sierra-monroe.

Sierra looked from the women she said bumped into to the tea that she had knocked on the ground. “I’m sorry about the tea. Can I get you another?” She asked, honestly feeling terrible. “Don’t you hate it when that happens. Once you are having what you feel like is a great day, you instantly feel like something should or will go wrong.” 

Leela shook her head, shrugging it off lightly. "No, don't worry about it. It's no big deal." If she were being honest, she probably didn't need it anyway. Having your tea knocked over was as good an excuse as any to start cutting back on caffeine, she supposed. "Yes, every time. I get so frustrated for feeling paranoid, but never fail... something goes wrong, even if it's something small." With a short chuckle and a shake of her head, she ducked down to pick up the spilled cup.

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babyjbailey.

Jane listened intently to what the woman had to say. Half of her job was just listening to what these people had to say – Jane always thought that a whole lot of time would be saved if nurses were double-trained as therapists. Caring is caring, right? Jane let out a chuckle at the woman’s stunt comment. 

“All the power to you,” Jane assured. “You’d never hear me complaining about a woman wanting to fight for herself. Sometimes literally.” She looked up from the chart to offer her a smile. “How’s your pain level right now? And what exactly did you do to that poor knee?” Jane unhooked the finger heart-monitor from the wire cart and seamlessly slid it on the woman’s pointer finger. She watched the monitor screen flash a normal pulse. Next, Jane moved to the blood-pressure cuff. 

Her lips pursed as she considered it, and after a few seconds of thought, she replied, "Right now it's like... a four? Bumps up to a six when I'm putting weight on it." She hated to feel as though she was complaining, even when she knew that something was legitimately wrong. She'd never been very good at the rate your discomfort sort of things.

"We were filming a fight scene on set. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but it... sort of twisted? I lost my balance, and my knee was the first thing to hit the sidewalk." Leela turned her arm to make it a bit easier to put on the blood pressure cuff. Her uninjured leg bounced slightly. Not really out of impatience, and not really out of nerves. She was just anxious to hear the damage. "I tore my ACL and meniscus once. It's definitely not that bad... or, at least, I can still move it."

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sierra-monroe.

Sierra was on her way back to her apartment after a long day of auditions. She was not paying attention to where she was going when she completely ran into someone. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she said laughing. “I know shouldn’t be laughing but I’m such a klutz that it’s hard not too. Are you okay?” 

"It's fine." Leela couldn't help but to laugh along with her, at the whole situation and the poor unfortunate cup of tea that had slipped out of her hands and spilled when she'd been bumped into. Not on her clothes, fortunately. Just on the sidewalk. "I should've saw it coming. Today was going way too well, I was bound to bump into someone or spill something eventually."

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"You helped me pick out earrings once." Leela wasn't the best at remembering faces, but she'd known that the young man was familiar as soon as she'd seen him. At first, she hadn't commented on it; instead ordering her coffee and shooting a few quick text messages back and forth with her publicist. But then she remembered where she'd met him before, and couldn't help but say something about it. "I never did get a chance to wear those."

@dax-dixon  ♡ ’ed!

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"I was going through a lot of it and just thought of you," Leela called over her shoulder as she stepped into the spacious walk-in closet, a room that she considered to be one of the many crowning jewels of her townhouse. In her own home, she looked remarkably more casual than she would anywhere else — her thick hair simply tousled, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, the plain gold rings stacked on her fingers her only jewelry. Inside the closet was more clothes and shoes and jewelry than she could ever hope to wear. Her head peeked back out a moment later. "Most of it I've only worn once, for a few hours, and won't ever wear again. It feels ridiculous to just throw it out. I thought you might know someone to give it to, or have some use for it. Just as long as it isn't all wasted."

@carmendelrossi  ♡ ‘ed!

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Their last meeting had been cut short, but Leela hadn't forgotten the subject at hand. Which was why she'd gone out of her way to schedule another one. Not quite a lunch get-together, but something of the sort. It was early in the afternoon, and the weather wasn't quite cold enough to drive the two of them inside. Fifth Avenue was abuzz, but Leela's stride was comfortable, the sound of boots on pavement blending into the sound of traffic and the myriad voices of the people around them. Her hands were occupied with two cups of hot chocolate, one of which she handed to Ethan. The other cup she gently blew into, letting the steam warm her face. After a short sip, a smile bloomed on her lips, and she queried, "All right. So, you're opening your own salon. I want to hear all about it."

@ethanxmonroe  ♡ ’ed !

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priyanka chopra photographed by deadline studio at 2018 sundance

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babyjbailey.

Hour five. Midnight approached quickly. Jane noticed the ER swell with people as the night went on, and found it unusual for a Sunday night. She couldn’t decide what was worse: twelve hours doing nothing but scut in an empty New York ER, or twelve hours of non-stop drunks and oozing wounds. Probably the latter. Definitely the latter. Jane glanced again at the clock on the wall. At least she would be halfway done soon. The one good thing about a busy shift was that it gave her less time to wonder what time she got to leave.  Jane stopped by the nurses’ station to see which patient needed her attention next. She thought maybe she recognized the name but didn’t have the time to think too much of it. Jane left the desk and went towards the end of the hall, where she found a person sitting upright on a hospital bed, looking away from her. 

“Hi there,” Jane said, smiling, “just got to check your vitals.” 

leela had been too busy staring at the clock on the wall to notice the nurse come in, and for a similar reason. she'd been nearly twelve hours in to a day on set when she'd suffered a minor fall. something in her knee had twisted, she supposed, or possibly badly bruised when it collided with the pavement. not a major injury, but her director had still rushed her off set and cleared a few days in the filming schedule to allow her some rest.

at the sound of the nurse's voice, she straightened up slightly, the corners of her lips tugging upward in a small smile. "yeah, sure." her legs were crossed as she sat on the hospital bed, and her hand came to rest gently on the aching joint in question. "i'm usually not so clumsy. but i guess this is what i get for insisting that i do my own stunts."

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knowinggeorgia.

Looking at the photo Georgia shook her head. “ They make you look perfect, then are shocked when they find out so many youngsters have self-esteem issues.”

"i know. that's why when i got offered a photoshoot with no makeup and no photoshop, i jumped at the chance. i hate feeling like i contribute to that culture when it's so unhealthy for young women."

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a lot of things had been said about leela's appearance over the years. by far, one of the most common comments she got was that she was the spitting image of her mother. amara mannan had been an effortlessly chic woman — not a hair out of place unless it had been carefully styled that way, always enviably well dressed, intelligent and charming and breathtakingly passionate. amara had had a heart that bled creativity; she sang, she danced, she acted. she herself had been an eleganty put together art piece. a work of art hell-bent on leaving behind as much art of her own as she could. "mum would've loved this place." leela glanced at lucas as they strolled through the whitney, pristine white walls and carefully hung paintings. it was the best compliment that she knew to pay to someone who'd worked with her mother in the past. hands tucked into her coat pockets, the thick heels of her boots tapping on the floor, leela herself was carefully styled from head to toe. even in her down time, her mother's daughter. "it's beautiful. due in no small part to you, i'm guessing. you're doing an amazing job."

@lucas-andrews ❤️’ed !

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Priyanka Chopra attends the Clive Davis and Recording Academy Pre-GRAMMY Gala and GRAMMY Salute to Industry Icons Honoring Jay-Z on January 27, 2018 in New York City.

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❝ the photoshop epidemic has gotten better over the past few years, but it's still ridiculous. who looks like that ? ❞ leela glanced at herself, as though to prove her point. ❝ i don't even look like that. ❞

@knowinggeorgia ❤️’ed !

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Elan photographed by Ali Khurshid/Lighthouse Photography

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❝ this is incredible. seriously. what did you say it was ? ❞

@carlottarocher  ❤️’ed !

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nathansky.

“Okay, this might be really random but are you free this Saturday night? I need three girls and three guys to give out shots for a private event at my club, and you look like a good fit.”

❝ no, sorry. if you’re having trouble finding someone, though, i could hook you up with an agent. this city is full of models who’d be glad to get the exposure. ❞

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* 001. / grayson lawley.

Wow, this was awkward. Grayson hadn’t expected to run into one of the few exes he actually couldn’t stand to be around in a place as big as New York. “Um, no. I’m good. Just y’know hanging around.” He laughed lamely, looking for an escape as the other asked him if he wanted to do something later. “Um you see, I would but.” He spotted the other near by. “I already made plans with them!” He pointed the other out to Molly. When Molly insisted on meeting the one just minding their own business, Grayson laughed awkwardly. “Sure… follow me.” Grayson walked slightly faster than Molly. “Roll with it.” He pleaded to the other quickly before Molly was close enough to hear. “So uh, this is Molly.” He introduced his ex. 

luckily, rolling with it was something that leela was good at, even if she wasn't fully aware of the entire situation. she had a degree from juilliard and more than a decade's experience acting professionally to thank for that. she looked up from her phone just in time to catch a strange young man pleading for her to just go with something, and not a second later, she was being introduced to an equally strange young woman. without missing a beat, a charming smile lit on her face.  ❝ oh... hi ! i'm leela. ❞  she could only assume that he was using her as an excuse to escape a conversation with the girl in front of her. so after a short pause leela pointed toward her phone, a flawlessly faked grimace on her face as she looked at him.  ❝ i hate to cut things short, but do you mind ? we're running late. ❞  to molly, she quickly added,  ❝ it was really nice to meet you, though. maybe we'll get a chance to talk more some other time. ❞