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For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with the sounds..

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fvckelysia:

| ◤° [ ‘ GOD, I CAN’T stand this shit. ’ the small blonde mumbled, raising her hand to cover her face from the snapping cameras and paparazzi that waited outside as she exited the restaurant. ‘ this, ’ she muttered to her companion, ‘ is why i hate meeting you for lunch. because they do this and i’m just too fucking tired right now. ’ 

           ‘ me ? who says this shit isn’t your fault ? ’ lola answered back teasingly, though she felt her annoyance flare at the sight of paparazzi. now that she was fully in her seventh month of pregnancy, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was just best to stay inside. she huffed as she trekked towards the car next to sia. ‘ you’re the hot commodity, not me. ’

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hi, guys ! so sorry for going mia. i thought this week was gonna be chill at work bc thanksgiving coming up, but it’s been the opposite lmao. i’m gonna put myself on a short hiatus until the break is over and i’ll be back then. <3

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actualalistair:

“It’s ready, and I’m freaking the fuck out,” he admitted. “It’ll be out in January, probably. Maybe early February. Ever since I revealed the name and cover, people have been going nuts. I like it, obviously, but it’s always a question if everyone else will. If anyone else will.”

Alistair had always been told – by himself, even – not to care what anyone else thought, and just focus on the art. He knew in his gut that that line of thinking was probably right. But he cared what other people thought of him. He cared very, very much.

         ‘ it shouldn’t matter what the fuck others think. ’ lola replied, raising her eyebrow. that had always been the stark difference between the two ; alistair cared a lot and she didn’t care enough. he may try to deny it and say otherwise, but she knew it was true. it was something she found quite admirable about him if she was being honest. there was a genuine sense of compassion.

          ‘ do you like it, or do you love it ? ’

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           ‘ nah, i’m not dancing tonight. i figured no one wants to see that shit. ’ lola laughed, amusing her own self with the imagery.

@frombetsytoelle

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          ‘ what’s up ? ’ lola greeted her friend with a smile and a quirk of her eyebrow, nude lips wrapped around the straw of a root float that she begged the chef to make her. it was hard to deny a pouting pregnant woman anything. ‘ those shoes are boss as fuck. ’

@slcvnes

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           ‘ congratulations ! ’ lola greeted warmly, on a bit of a high from all the sugar she’d been consuming. when everything else was sushi, she had to depend on dessert to keep her from going into a pregnant woman rage over being hungry. ‘ you look fucking great. ’

@trista-y

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click the heart for an event starter from lola. i’ll reach out if i feel like we need to plot.

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actualalistair:

“Of course.” Alistair quickly flagged down someone who was hired to work the party, serving food, and requested “a tray of desserts for the lady, please, thank you, here, keep it, I insist” before finding a pair of seats for himself and Lola.

He smiled at the praise. “I think I wrote that song a couple weeks before I met you,” he said. It was odd, to think that he and Lola hadn’t really known each other that long, and yet…

(Hell, she had a couple songs to herself on the upcoming album. It’d be up to her to figure it out, though; he had his pride.)

     lola tilted her head at alistair’s words, musing over the fact that they’d only really known each other for about a year. majority of it was this unplanned pregnancy for the past seven months, and prior to that, it had only been a couple months of rushed dating and a quick engagement. the two had already been through a whirlwind in such a small amount of time. 

          ‘ how’s the new album going ? ’

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fvckelysia:

| ◤° [ WATERED DOWN SMILE and a soft hum, sia took the compliment graciously. she looked better than she felt, though, and wasn’t sure how to voice that. ‘ yeah, i guess you’re right. ’ her eyes wandered the crowd, not sure what or who she was searching for but it felt like she was expecting something, just didn’t know what.

‘ mm, yeah? you can buy my merch necklace. be all cruel intentions about it. ’ her gaze drifted back to charlotte before her shoulders lifted in a shrug. ‘ they’re good. they’re with my brother and his family tonight. i’m sure they’re driving my sister in law up the wall. ’

          ‘ yeah ? you think i can give sarah michelle gellar a run for her money ? ’ lola joked easily, a smile widening on her face at the mention of one of her favorite movies. the chapter of hedonistic behavior seemed to be over now, but damn -- she would always appreciate kathryn for being a boss ass bitch. psycho, but a boss nonetheless. she broke out of her reverie as sia talked about her kids, giving a simple nod to her words. ‘ is it crazy... having two ? i’m freaking out about having one. ’

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fvckelysia:

| ◤° [ NODDING, SHE ROLLED her shoulders back and placed on the same practised poised smile that always came about in situations where she didn’t want to talk. ‘ i’ve been picking off the waiters that are walking around with the trays. i don’t know. probably because i’ve been like trying to keep fit for my red carpet look earlier and now i don’t have to, but i’ve been hungry in general lately. i’ve completely fallen off my diet. ’ she knew why, but it felt wrong to say and seemed more satisfying to just pick at foods she normally veered from. 

‘ you sound like me. you’re supposed to be the fun one. i’m the boring mum. ’

     lola took the cue for what it was -- to move the fuck on from the inquiries. she wouldn’t push ; she never did. after all, she knew all about not wanting people to pry. she’d always been a woman admired by many, but known by few. ‘ well, you look like a fucking star so maybe treat yourself. this is your night, and you sure as hell don’t need a diet. ’ her eyes scanned around for a waiter. she’d heard someone mention warm chocolate chips, and lola was about to go in on those if that was true. she didn’t even care if she ruined this damned dress.

          ‘ don’t worry, as soon as this kid is popped out... i’m headed straight for the cocaine. ’ a joke, obviously. lola had considerably cleaned up her act. ‘ speaking of kids... how are yours ? ’

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I don’t mind playing someone’s girlfriend or wife if I have something to say, if I bring something to the picture, if I can be strong and powerful and say smart things. If not, then it’s just boring.

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actualalistair:

“How about I find you some nice, pregnancy-friendly food, then?” He wasn’t always this accommodating to others, but Lola brought it out of him. Or maybe the baby did. Or both. Really, who could say?

An arm hooked around her shoulders, he led her, weaving through the crowd, occasionally smiling and saying “hello” to someone he knew.

“Please tell me you’ve enjoyed at least some aspect of tonight. If not, I’ll have to make my own fun.”

          ‘ yes, please. ’ lola pouted. she didn’t play manipulative games and shit like that, but it was always fun to know that she always seemed to have alistair wrapped around her finger. ‘ i hear they have bomb dessert here-- can you see if someone will bring some out ? ’ running her fingers through her dyed blonde tresses, she followed him through the crowd, not as content to smile and do small talk. honestly, she just wanted to sit the fuck down.

     once they finally grabbed seats, she heaved a tired sigh, pursing her nude lips together at alistair’s question. ‘ yeah, i had a good time. i loved your performance. ’

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fvckelysia:

| ◤° [ NODDING SLOWLY, THE blonde gave a dazed smile and tried to keep her composure. ‘ i’m always a good influence these days, that’s my job. ’ depending on who she was talking to at least - most wouldn’t really agree with her as an influence in general. ‘ no, i’m fine for now. i’ve had so much. i’ve been so hungry all day, you don’t even understand. i just binged. ooh, stay hydrated. next you’re going to tell me it’s past my bed time. ’

          ‘ you alright, babe ? ’ lola knew sia probably didn’t want her to ask, but she couldn’t help her nature. the older woman wasn’t close to many, but the few she considered friends meant that she’d go to bat for them. sia was one of them, even if the two seemed like an odd pairing. ‘ if you’re hungry, maybe we can get a chef over here. you can eat enough sushi for the both of us. ’ she pouted, missing the dish that her doctor had warned her against eating.

          ‘ the only bed time it’s past is me. i’m so fucking tired. ’

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actualalistair:

“I’m amazing,” he said, with complete honesty. He’d given one of the best performances of his life tonight – social media was already exploding. He was surrounded by people and alcohol and attention and food. What wasn’t to like? (Of course, it probably helped that he wasn’t seven months pregnant.) “What about you? Want to find someplace to sit where people won’t be crawling all over us?”

           ‘ they’re always crawling all over us. ’ lola answered, nodding her head to the press that was snapping a picture. she’d never been fond of the media, but she supposed there was nothing wrong with seeing that she and alistair had an amicable split. that would have probably been the nicest shit they said about her. ‘ but yeah, let’s sit. seeing all the sushi is making me hungry, and i can’t fucking eat it. ’

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actualalistair:

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He was a bit tipsy by the time he found her, and smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

“There she is,” Al said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek in greeting. “I was starting to worry you actually meant it when you said you might go home. How are you, Lola?”

          ‘ yeah, i decided to stick around. ’ lola answered with a welcoming smile. honestly, she was tired as shit and hungry as fuck, but she figured she’d put in another hour maybe before she dipped out. until then, she would attempt to socialize and catch up with other. glancing up at alistair, the blonde held back a yawn. ‘ i’m alright. this shit just keeps getting longer and longer, doesn’t it ? how are you ? ’

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Trouble | Halsey

i bet you kiss your knuckles right before they touch my cheek