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Susan Sarandon as Reggie Love in The Client (1994)

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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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Sul set Thelma & Louise 1991

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Susan Sarandon

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A social meeting on the way to work wasn’t a bother to Tommy at all. He would have, some years back, pushed past the girl without a word, yet, as the months passed, that relentless passion for work left no traces as it went. It tired him now, bored him; and the workplace atmosphere held none of the tranquillity of old times. There was so much unrest now, everyone from his former “business partner” to the secretaries and the ticker-tape kids queuing up for the chance to take his place. He’d never let that happen. Those with a true passion for the company left him alone. They knew that all this recent growth was down to him. Those who tried to push him aside cared only for their egos, not for work or even for money. Sadly, the noise from the disloyal egomaniac side blotted out the voices of those with any pragmatism. Tommy was sick of it all. His personal life was inextricably tied to that damned company, or else he’d have stepped down long ago. 

He shouldn’t think about it too much. Unnecessary stress. “Oh, no, ma’am. This is no trouble to me at all.” His head was foggy now, and violently foggy, thumping with it. Tommy would never be able to cut short a long and harmful line of thought. He always caught it too late, and then it had packed his peace of mind and run. It was difficult for him to force any sense into himself now. That pain, all down one side of his face, wouldn’t shift. His neck ached with the weight of it. He counted himself very, very lucky to have run into someone friendly, and someone who’d take his mind away from all this pointless neurosis. Tommy had placed no value on small talk before, but now, it came as a blessing. He’d matured since those old solitary days.

A smile. He had to smile. Yes, he had to. A smile came at last, if thin, if wan, and he offered a hand to shake. No, wrong hand. Handshakes were supposed to be from your left hand. Pointless to worry about now. Remedying that would have been all the more awkward. Fuck. This kind of petty etiquette most likely didn’t exist in America. That — he had to keep telling himself that. Not to worry, not to seem to worry. He addressed his mistake only with that self-deprecating smile. “Yes, indeed, it’s very nice to meet you.” There was a certain defeated sigh behind his voice, but he could do nothing but trust in that his accent hid it. Americans took a polished English accent, in any form, as calmness and ease. He’d studied Received Pronunciation for long enough that he’d never be able to sound American, and that, as much as it was a mixed blessing, was something he was deeply thankful for. “It’s Newton. Thomas Newton. And as for you?”

   she brushes past people every day who are    very clearly on their way to work, and she    frequently thinks about how she could NEVER    imagine doing what they do; getting up every    morning and sitting in an office for eight hours    day sounds, to put it lightly, hellish. then again,    she didn't quite plan on this life, either. if she    hadn't followed her ex-husband into an audition    one day, there's no telling where she'd be    now. she'd only begun to feel comfortable    calling this her JOB a couple of years    ago. should fate have sent her in a different    direction, she could be wearing a suit and    headed to some kind of a secretarial job    right now. instead, her life always feels    a tad HECTIC  - and that's the way she    likes it.

      ❝oh, well, i'm GLAD.❞ she's vaguely surprised       by his unflappable kindness. most people       she runs into here aren't exactly interested       in a chat - or even eye contact, for that       matter. then again, there are a lot of days       in which she doesn't feel particularly       personable, either. she doesn't consider       herself to be cold by any means - maybe       a bit more reserved when it comes to       certain people, sure, but not unfriendly.

   she mirrors the stranger's smile with one    of her own as her hand comes up to give    his a shake.  ❝it's nice to meet you,❞ she    responds genuinely, dropping her hand    back down to rest at her side. ❝thomas -    i'm susan.❞ her hand proceeds to occupy    a spot against her hip and her head gives    a vaguely CURIOUS, very slight cock to    one side. ❝where were you on your way to,    thomas? if you don't mind my asking.❞

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❀ | REPOST! DO NOT REBLOG!

BOLD any bad habits that apply to your muse

Swearing | Fingernail chewing | Slouching | Slurring | Drinking | Smoking | Drugs | Impulse decisions | Obsessive checking | Bad time management | Slang | Poor grammar | Overworking | Slacking off | Over sleeping | Under sleeping | Skin picking | Poor eye contact | Lying | Rambling | Skipping breakfast | Junk food | Self-criticism | Procrastinating | Day dreaming | Forgetful | Envious | Jealous | Gossiper | Drama seeking | Secret teller | Spitting | Lip licking | Lip chewing | Drinking from the bottle | Yelling | Poor hygiene | Impatient | Hot headed | Biased | Complaining | Scab picking | Cheek biting | Teeth gnashing | Stealing | Scamming | Speeding | Hair pulling | Large ego | Eavesdropping | Exaggerating | Fidgeting | Free loading | Littering | One-upping | Whining | Borrowing without returning | Unnecessary aggression | Talking during performances | Plagiarism | Copying | Glaring | Spacing out | Ignoring | Over-critical | Messy | Hateful | Overly prideful | Competitive

Tagged by: @vaguerdoubts !! Tagging: tbh i’m too lazy but if u wanna do it do it !!

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"I'm not trying to be nosy or anything, but... I've been seeing you here a lot lately, always by yourself. I just wanted to say, if you have anything on your mind, I'd listen."

icebreaker meme || accepting.

   she isn’t much in FAVOR of bars these days.   it isn’t that she doesn’t like drinking in moderation   - it’s simply that a young daughter doesn’t    leave much room for it. she’s gotten herself    into a hole, of sorts; she’d had every intention    to raise eva on her own, and though the lack   of a father doesn’t seem to bother her just yet,    the whole thing has had her questioning herself   for weeks. along with every other parenting   decision she makes. there’s no one to bounce    decisions off of - no one to tell her if she’s   doing at least decently. it’s just her.

      perhaps self-doubt is NORMAL. and the better       half of her knows she shouldn’t be drinking      about it. and although her parents have taken      eva for the night and she’s barely had anything      to drink, she almost feels disgusted with herself      for being here.

   setting her half-empty glass aside with a soft    EXHALE, the actress drums her fingers against    the polished wood table before a voice snaps   her out of her own head. eyes lift, and she   absorbs the stranger’s kind words with a    FAINT smile. ❝thank you.❞ although she    doesn’t quite feel inclined to treat the poor   man like a therapist, surely the offer   deserves something more. ❝can i get you   a drink? feel free to sit down if you’d like.❞

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Susan Saradon in The Witches Of Eastwick, 1987

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vaguerdoubts:

Had he been walking too blindly, or had it been her? No, it’d been him. He had to laugh, just slightly, that old self-conscious smile. “No, no offence intended, ma’am.” He wiped the sleeve of his jacket across his forehead. To Tommy, faced with a stranger, such a small contretemps was much the same as a small house fire. He’d break out in a terrible cold sweat over anything. How did he have that reputation as a strong and confident man? It was a matter of keeping up appearances, striving at every turn to save face and smile, and, after all, things were calmer in the boardroom than the street. Even here he spoke evenly, and even here there was that smile. Nervousness was that peculiar sort of secret that required guarding everywhere, with everyone.

“Please don’t worry.” That old smile went on. His own worries didn’t hold. A CEO was never late for work. A conversation might lighten the day, in a way. Even New York was dark in these months, and the streetlights were useless; the sorry state of the atmosphere clogged every tiny window. Too often it was difficult for Tommy to breathe. Walking could be a trial without hunched shoulders and a hasty stride. He still wondered, even as he knew, how people could carry about their business through that treacly air. It was never cold here, not for long. It was always humid. And Tommy knew too that he wasn’t making anything easier by smoking, not at the rate he’d kill off several packs in a morning, but it was a compromise with anxiety and boredom. “Yes, I too am glad I’m not a street sign.” Oh, back to the laughter. His head was so muddy today. Anything for the sake of distraction. 

   she normally isn't so CLUMSY. new york    is her home, her dwelling; she knows it    like the back of her hand. but it's been one    of those days - one of those days in which    she sleeps past her alarm, the nanny shows    up late, she spills coffee all over her blouse,    can't get any scene just right...you get the    idea. but she is finally PAST it all now; she is    free of her disastrous morning and she is    able to form a polite smile much easier than    she might have had this happened any    earlier. she feels PARTICULARLY lucky    that she didn't nearly mow over a more    mean-spirited individual; it's rare one is    awarded a smile on a busy street.

      at his last word, the actress CHIMES in       with a throaty laugh of her own. ❝i'm not       keeping you, am i?❞  she steps back       (making sure not to run into anybody       else, mind you) so he might breeze       on past her should any forgotten       errands come to mind. ❝here, don’t       let me slow you down.❞ she knows       well the TRAPPINGS of a conversation       when one has someplace to be -       and while he doesn't seem to be       eager to head off down the road,       one can never be too careful.

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alamortful:

@sarandcn​ / ►CONTINUE

he adjusts his smashed glasses to gain a better look at the woman before him. as if that’s going to help him any. then, he averts his observation from her, to study his surroundings. he steadily realizes that he is still living.

             WHAT IS HEAVEN REALLY SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE, ANYWAYS?                                                    and would he be accepted inside?

❝ oh… i felt like i died, ❞ A COMMON FEELING. ❝ i’m glad i don’t look like… a dying man. ❞ his speech is gentle, but slow. as though it is taking time for him to process what he says, carefully enunciating each word. he returns his gaze to her.

❝ then i saw you, and…. you look like an, uh, angel. ❞

   a sympathetic SMILE quickly takes its    place among her features as she    realizes his glasses are not QUITE    in working condition. ❝hey,❞    she begins, slipping her hand into    her bag to dig around for her own    glasses. ❝i know they’re women’s,    but they’re...intact.❞ she chuckles    only vaguely as she digs them out.    ❝do you want to use mine?❞

      cue another light chuckle. ❝well, i’m       sorry to disappoint.❞ then, she gets a       little bit more serious. AUBURN hair falls       to one side as her head gives a slight       tilt. ❝well, are you OKAY? do you need       anything?❞

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"Watch out."

icebreaker meme || accepting.

   she does not THINK.

      the voice sounds so very close that she      stops abruptly in her tracks and SPINS      around. as it turns out, she’d have been       about half a second away from running      into him had he not warned her. ❝oh.❞      walking backwards in an attempt to hold       the tail-end of a conversation is not an      EASY sport. ❝i’m sorry.❞ she proceeds to      chuckle at her own mistake. 

   ❝...although i’m glad it was you and not   a STREET SIGN.❞

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"Am I dead? Are you an angel?"

icebreaker meme || accepting.

   she cannot help but LAUGH at the double   inquiry; not in a fashion that comes off as    rude or mean-spirited, but rather a mixture   of shock and humility. ❝i’ll have to go with no   - on BOTH counts,❞ she clarifies. her lips are   still stretched into a small SMILE, however,    as she continues: ❝you’re looking very much    ALIVE - at least in my opinion.❞

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Icebreakers I

"Excuse me, but you’ve got a little something on your face there."

"Well... this is awkward."

"I guess this is the part where we shake hands and say 'nice to meet you', right?"

"I've seen you here before, but I guess I just never had the courage to say hello before."

"I'm so excited to finally meet you in person! I've always dreamed of this."

"Sorry, but, um... am I the only one confused here? Why hasn't anyone else showed up?"

"Watch out!"

"Am I dead? Are you an angel?"

"Okay, okay, listen. I miiiiight have had a little too much, and I miiight need someone to help me get home. You look trustworthy, so let's go."

"I'm sorry--please, can you help me?"

"I look forward to working with you."

"I look forward to serving you."

"Stay still! I'm trying to stop the bleeding!"

"I'm not trying to be nosy or anything, but... I've been seeing you here a lot lately, always by yourself. I just wanted to say, if you have anything on your mind, I'd listen."

"Um, I know you don't know me, but I think what you did back there was very brave."

"Some weather we're having, huh?"