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“Thank you. And I’ve missed yours,” she responded truthfully, unable to stop her eyes from dreamily fluttering. It was difficult to for Zaira to keep her mouth from hanging in protest when he decided to be a tease with the kiss; but at the same time, she could hardly control the beatific smile on her face. She was elated to have him in her life again. She felt embarrassed when he asked her where she wanted to hang out, however. Dinner, filling out forms, karaoke were among the few activities (within decorum, at least) she could name off the top of her head — was her life truly that stagnant lately? “Where do you wanna go?” she asked him. A good one suddenly struck her, but she waited for him to finish answering before saying: “There’s this mini-festival that’s somewhat far from here. It’s got free concerts, great food, and loads of rides.” Maybe a tad juvenile, but... “I’m actually mostly in it for the open mic, though. I don’t believe you’ve heard my proper singing voice yet?” And what a romantic setting the festival would provide.

When he pulled out money from his pocket, Zaira had to admit to herself that she was relieved. Not that she needed money as an incentive to go with him in the slightest, but there was some comfort to be found in knowing he hadn’t become a penniless layabout. Of course, there was the matter of how he was acquiring his money…. a matter for later, she decided. Situated behind him on his motorcycle, she paused before putting on the spare helmet. Then, she told him coyly, “You know, if you’d like to kiss me before we ride off, I wouldn’t mind.”

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When he pulled out money from his pocket, Zaira had to admit to herself that she was relieved. Not that she needed money as an incentive to go with him in the slightest, but there was some comfort to be found in knowing he hadn’t become a penniless layabout. Of course, there was the matter of how he was acquiring his money.... a matter for later, she decided. Situated behind him on his motorcycle, she paused before putting on the spare helmet. Then, she told him coyly, “You know, if you’d like to kiss me before we ride off, I wouldn’t mind.”

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tag yourself i’m “bored as hell,” “looks into the camera like he’s on the office” & “smug bastard”

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“Neither am I,” she replied, and it would be easy to mistake the statement as flippant and over-trusting. However, she trusted Jack to realise that she knew what he really meant. She truly changed a great deal as well in the past years. The old Zaira would’ve been scared by the notion of involvement with a possible lawbreaker of any sort; now, although she wasn’t exactly keen to get her own hands dirty, the prospect no longer fazed her. The freedom which fully-fledged adulthood gave her probably had much to do with her (even) more self-possessed attitude. “That sounds like an absolute nightmare,” she finally admitted in straightforward terms, laughing. “Let’s get out of here. The diner’s closing and, well... wouldn’t want me to be taken by some banker, right?” 

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It was pretty tempting to reply that Jack should’ve known she liked assholes, given that he was an asshole himself. She refrained from saying it, however, especially considering how wildly jealous she would get when they were still together. She made efforts not to be toxic or possessive, and she was sure he never cheated or anything, but it was hard for her given that he’s so handsome and appealing. Still, she handled her feelings immaturely and it would be hypocritical to ignore that. “I know he isn’t,” she replied, moving her face closer to his. “When I said i choose you, I meant I’m going with you. Well, I was. Are you going to continue talking like a jealous child or do you want me to go with you? Am I being clear enough?” She was positive she wasn’t the first or only girl who struggled to communicate with him. He was mysterious, she was indirect; she was determined to change that. “I want you to take me away.”

Jack couldnt stop himself from smirking. “I’m not the person I used to be Zaira.” It was true, he wasn’t. After dropping out of school, Jack had found himself going down a bad road which lead him to the club he had become part of. “You sure you wanna go with me?” He tilted his head, challenging her a little. “You sure you dont wanna play it safe and be the little bankers girl?” He had become used to a life of one night stands and sneaky quickies, but if anyone could change that it would be Zaira. Her confidence despite not seeing each other for so long was definitely appealing to him, making him want to just grab her hand and never be seen again. 

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@thosemalemuses

Black Panther dir. Ryan Coogler

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Ana de Armas for GQ Magazine (August 2016)

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@wholesomemes

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NOEL: send it to hannah then, i have an interview tomorrow NOEL: you look beautiful but you are weird !!!!!!

NOEL: delete my snapchat number

NOEL: can’t you see i’m trying to get some rest

NOEL: i didn’t break your heart, we drifted apart ...

noel.

NOEL: thanks for telling me, ur ex who’s about to sleep, all of that NOEL: and w/ that much detail NOEL: delete my number

LYLA: i meant to send it to hannah .. your names are so close together!! LYLA: hannah .. heartbreaker .. u can see why my finger slipped :( LYLA: it wasn’t TOO detailed silly .. LYLA: you look handsome ~  LYLA: delete your number .. ??  LYLA: this is snapchat oppa .. !!

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NOEL: thanks for telling me, ur ex who’s about to sleep, all of that NOEL: and w/ that much detail NOEL: delete my number

status: open to m / f / nb . > muse: lyla , london - based model born to a businessman father + a socialite mother . viewed by the public as sweet n well kept , though she has her .. moments . > connection: friend , fwb , ex , someone they weren’t supposed to send it to , etc ( bonus points for angst ) . 

LYLA: i just put this new liquid lipstick to the test .. LYLA: and YES it is smudge proof! LYLA: it’s dick sucking worthy .. LYLA: i went ham on that dick and left no lipstick marks .. legendary LYLA: i love brand deals ..

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Grace could barely hide her agitation when she noticed Savannah. Although she never figured out what they had back in high school, she remembered her fondly. It was probably pretty obvious whenever she had a crush on anyone, and Savannah could probably sense when she had a crush on her.... None of it would be a problem anymore, however, if not for Grace’s abrupt disappearance from the school. Rumours swirled that she was expelled -- which was unfair; she only had to leave because they couldn’t afford the tuition. She was such a good, clever girl that another school swooped in to grant her a scholarship. A happy ending for Grace, but the whole situation caused her to lose all contact with Savannah. “Uh... hi,” she greeted back awkwardly. “You, uh, go first. With the groceries, I mean....” She could only hope that Savannah didn’t recall much about her.

possible connections (they can be working there or not): someone she never got along with (she was in marching band so like a jock/cheerleader idk), acquaintance, friend’s ex, someone who had a thing for her and vice versa, etc.

Savannah hated running into people she knew in high school, but it was just bound to happen when you lived in a small town. She’d just completed sophomore year, and like she’d always planned to be, she was back home for the summer. Her mom was visiting her sister, so that meant Savannah was on her own. It was pretty late, but she was starving and knew the market was still open, so she headed over. As she was turning a corner, she knocked right into someone and stumbled back slightly. “Fuck. I’m sorry.” She muttered, looking up to see who it was. “Oh…hi.”

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hushsublime:

Amahle laughed at him and shook her head. “Okay, yes, you seem completely humble,” she joked. “Your parents picked a perfect name for you.” She shook her head when at his question. “Uh, I think I’m fine. My feet are just killing me. I’ve been standing around all day fixing hair and such, so I think I’ve only just been able to sit down two or three times. Maybe,” she answered. “But, if you insist on holding my hand as we walk, I don’t think I’d mind at all.” She laughed again and decided to grab onto his hand as they walked. Amahle looked up at him in confusion as he asked if he could wear his sunglasses. She thought it was a strange question to ask, and she shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t mind at all. Go ahead,” she said. 

“You fix hair?” he repeated, with a tone that was decidedly not meant to convey any sort of condescension. “Thanks for reminding me that I can’t really complain about my job. It’s just a load of sitting and bullshitting. But fixing hair sounds fulfilling. Tiring, but fulfilling. It sounds like a great career.” He was partly hoping that they could delay discussing what he did for a living, although he knew that he couldn’t keep it a secret forever. He didn’t plan to, anyway; with any relationship (whether platonic or otherwise), especially one of this nature, honesty was a requisite. He just wanted to feel at peace again for an hour or two more; and he did really think fixing hair sounded like a great career. Show business granted him money, but a ludicrous and unpleasant world came with it. “Oh, my. You can see right through me,” he said, grinning. “Well, here we are....” He let her pass through the doors first.

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“Realizing A Wrinkle in Time” Behind-the-Scenes Featurette