#int. gianna

[shilohsharma]

starter for: @giannasutherland

location: aurora bay flower festival

"I think this is the first time that I've actually be able to attend this thing since I've moved here. Otherwise, the hotel is so slammed I can never get away. Do you know if there's anything that has to be done to make it the full 'Flower Fest' experience?"

[prupipers]

"As in Colman Domingo or the guy on SNL with the dancing and the accent?" Pru questioned.

"Doesn't really matter. Either of them would be great," she adds, pulling up the notes app on her phone that she kept specifically for guest ideas.

"But they're not quite Lady Gaga status. The woman is an icon. An Oscar winner! A cultural touchstone! What about Dolly Parton? Do you think she does podcasts?"

@giannasutherland

"Have you considered Domingo? All the girlies love him." Gianna said with a light chuckle. It was the one viral person that she could come up with that would at least be a funny experience. "I don't envy your position though. Like, how do you compete with Gaga?"

[silkfms]

closed starter: gianna yun!! (@amadoures) || location: ocean breeze wine bar!!

serin had arrived on time — of course — and claimed her seat with an unobstructed view of the room and just enough distance from the host to keep conversation optional. she looked immaculate, in a backless dove-gray slip dress that did all the talking for her. she hadn’t expected gianna to show, but when the hostess led her in with an apologetic smile and gestured toward the only open seat — right beside her — serin simply crossed one leg over the other and gave the smallest, sharpest smile imaginable. “oh,” she murmured, watching gianna settle beside her. “they’re really testing us tonight.” she reached for her wine, clinked her glass gently against the other woman’s without waiting for eye contact. “don’t worry, i can behave. i’ve had practice smiling through worse.” another pause, sugar-sweet and deliberate. “but i’m so glad you made it. i was wondering who’d be brave enough to wear that neckline without a necklace.” she smiled wide this time — brilliant, beautiful, and entirely insincere.

[amadoures]

status  :    closed    for    evelyn    @sunshinesfm location  :    the    bonfire  ,    sunset    villa    beach

gianna    has    been    chilling    in    the    same    deck    chair    for    almost    an    hour    now  ,    only    leaving    to    get    her    drink    refilled    and    comes    back   to    another    person    in    her    spot  .    supposedly    it’s    not    a    big    deal  ,    there    are    several    empty    ones    scattered    around    but    the    only    reason    gianna    specifically    wants    this    chair    is    because    it’s    the    furthest    away    from   the    bonfire  .    “    you’re    in    my    spot  ,    ”    she    states  ,    standing    in   front    of    the    other   woman  .    for    a    second    gianna    regrets    not    leaving     her    sunglasses    on    the    chair    when    she    left  ,    but    she    didn’t    think    she    would    be    gone    long    enough  .    either    that    or    the    woman    has    been    keeping    her    eyes    on    the   spot    and    jumps    at    the    chance    as    soon    as    it    becomes    available  .    “    if    you    could    kindly    move  ,   i    would    really    appreciate    it  .    ”    then    the    nicest    smile    she    could    muster  ,    as    if    that    would    convince    the    other    to    leave  .

[amadoures]

closed  starter  for  @astralfms

if  there's  any  company  she  enjoys  more  than  her  own,  it's  veronica's.  after  all  veronica's  her  best  friend,  the  only  person  she  doesn't  mind  showing  up  unannounced  at  her  door,  although  this  time  gianna's  the  one  who  invites  her  over  for  dinner  and  a  little  catch  -  up  session.  it's  a  godsend  they  live  in  the  same  place    (  they're  only  one  floor  apart  from  each  other  )    which  is  all  the  more  reason  she  needs  to  talk  to  her  about  this.  not  that  it  would  change  anything,  but  who  else  is  she  supposed  to  tell  if  not  veronica?    “  i  saw  my  sister  the  other  day,  ”    she  finally  reveals,  taking  a  moment  to  let  the  words  sink  in  before  speaking  again.    “  turns  out  she's  been  living  here  too.  isn't  that  crazy?  ”    not  in  a  bad  way,  but  also  not  in  a  good  way  either.  as  a  matter  of  fact,  she  doesn't  even  remember  if  she's  ever  told  veronica  that  she  and  her  sister  don't  get  along.  not  just  in  the  usual  '  siblings  fight  over  everything  '  kinda  way    –    she's  too  self  -  indulgent  to  put  any  effort  in  their  relationship,  even  if  georgia's  her  actual  sister.    “  i  don't  know  for  how  long,  but  apparently  she  was  here  first.  ”    to  be  fair,  georgia  might  be  right.  gianna's  only  been  here  five  months,  and  she  doesn't  care  enough  to  know  where  her  sister's  been  all  this  time  until  they  met  again  recently.

[connorsclark]

"Yeah, I don't do much but stand these days," Connor jokes as she leans her weight on her crutch, scrunching her nose in disdain at the line.

"So what is that -- some Addison Rae thing?"

@giannasutherland

closed for: @connorsclark event: under the sea prom

"-Oh, um...were you standing there the whole time?" Gianna said, her cheeks burning bright red after getting caught filming some viral Tik Tok dance in a random hall. The line to the bathroom was crazy and she figured she could kill some time.

[amadoures]

closed  starter  for  @veneumfm

maybe  it's  really  an  excuse  to  train  at  her  own  pace    –    god  forbid  anyone  has  any  say  in  how  she  does  something,  gianna's  been  doing  this  for  most  of  her  life.  it's  not  like  she's  training  for  a  different  sport,  so  it  doesn't  take  much  to  get  back  into  the  swing  of  things  once  she's  given  the  green  light.  these  days  she's  been  spending  more  time  at  her  residence's  fitness  center    (  save  for  the  times  she  goes  to  sade  if  she's  in  the  mood  for  some  company  )    which  explains  her  lack  of  presence  at  the  shorefit  gym.  pushing  the  glass  door  open,  she's  met  with  none  other  than  zakir  drissi  as  she  was  just  about  to  leave.  sometimes  it's  easy  to  forget  they  live  in  the  same  apartment  building.    “  you  finally  caught  me,  ”    she  breathes  out,  tone  dry  as  usual.  in  all  honesty  gianna's  not  trying  to  keep  it  on  the  down  low,  but  it  helps  to  keep  her  peace  in  tact  if  zakir  doesn't  come  around  every  time  she's  here.    “  told  you  i've  been  doing  it  on  my  own.  ”    an  attempt  to  prove  that  she's  not  skipping  training,  just  not  doing  it  with  him.    “  you  were  just  a  little  too  late  to  see  it  for  yourself.  i'm  already  done  for  the  day.  ”

[gassyfoodbabies]

Let’s go with a grounded, character-driven scene that captures humor, camaraderie, tension, and agency without leaning into caricature. Here's a well-balanced version of the scene you described:

INT. DORM COMMON ROOM – NIGHT

The TV glows in the corner, muted. A pizza box lies open on the table beside half-eaten wings. GIANNA, barefoot in stretched-out sweatpants, paces the room while cradling her lower back. Her belly is unmistakably pregnant. She pauses to grab another slice, chewing aggressively.

GIANNA (half-talking, half-groaning) My hips are killing me. My boobs are full-on trying to secede from the rest of my body. And I swear, this thing inside me has weaponized gas.

She lets out a sudden, unapologetic fart.

TONI (startled) Girl—was that the couch or…?

GIANNA Nah, that was me. Belly thunder edition.

The group bursts into awkward laughter. LINA, sitting cross-legged on the floor, watches her friend waddle around, equal parts amazed and concerned.

LINA You’re huge, G. Like… your butt has a moon orbiting it.

GIANNA (smirking, bites pizza) And I didn’t even get laid enough to deserve this. That one drunk mistake is now eating my calories and turning me into a human beanbag.

JESS (quietly) You’re really sure about… y’know. Going through with it?

Gianna pauses, eyes locking with Jess. The room stills.

GIANNA Without a doubt. Look, I’m not a mom. I don’t want to be a mom. I don’t even know what I want for dinner tonight and this thing is already making decisions with my body like it pays rent.

TONI (nervous laugh) Damn. That's cold.

GIANNA Nah, it’s honest. I’m not scared of getting rid of it. I’m scared of being forced to keep it. There’s a difference.

Another fart sneaks out. Gianna groans and drops into the couch.

GIANNA Ugh. It's like a demon in there throwing tantrums on my intestines.

Her friends exchange looks. LINA finally speaks.

LINA Well… say the word. If you’re going out of state, we’re coming. No way you're doing this solo.

GIANNA (relieved, softly) Thank you.

Beat.

GIANNA Now somebody get me chocolate-covered pretzels before I declare war.

They all laugh again, tension fading into the warmth of shared understanding. Jess leans over, patting Gianna’s knee.

JESS You’re still a fart machine. But we got you.

[addycorcoran]

Talk to dogs... Like, you know how to communicate back and forth with them? That's definitely a talent. Yeah, part-time, and as for the pay, we can negotiate. What do you want to be paid? Give me a realistic number.

I can dance, and talk to dogs, so I guess I am still talented too. That doesn't sound too hard. What's the pay? And it's part-time, right?

[hercla]

#157

Tillslut kom vi hit. Har ni hittat tvättställ att hänga upp allt på? Nätverken är ju lite svajiga men ett veckobrev ska fan ut ändå. Temat för den här veckan blir ganska självklart, vi kör lite goa italien-bilder.

Vi kör ju italiensk låt också, jag kan inte bestämma mig så det blir några stycken.

Ha det bäst! Vi ses vid poolen sen.

[tcbyh]

— $100 por cada chica que beses en lo que dura la feria ( +$300 )

sus pasos la guían con seguridad hasta donde se encuentra la italiana, una sonrisa plasmada en los labios de October, de esas que indican que está a punto de hacer alguna travesura. ‘ hey, tengo algo que hacer y espero que puedas ayudarme ’ una advertencia que no deja muy clara la situación, hasta que entonces aclara: ‘ voy a besarte, ’ pronuncia con lentitud, para deshacerse de culpas y luego inclinarse hacia ella y atrapar sus labios con los propios. / @giannadamico

[maksimkurylenko]

Maksim forcibly dragged his gaze from the conversation at hand, finding that wealth of dark hair and gorgeous skin: as always, the first thought that came to mind ( as always ) did. What a shame. Giorgio hadn't been the desired fight, but Maksim would take a chance. Though, he had to admit that the matching hadn't been...what he wanted. "I didn't know you could see the future. I'll change your name to Gianna the sightful, or some shit." eyebrow rising. "Glad you know exactly what a married man wears at all times...his wife must wonder about that."

Of the few Italians fighting tonight, only she and Giorgio had drawn Russians. Unfortunate, really, as she would have massively enjoyed seeing Giordana commit a hate crime. It had been her intention to avoid the hammer and sickle squad until after her own bout, but when she overheard Maksim Kurylenko of all people verbalising his last will and testament, she couldn't help herself.

Amusement obvious, negroni in hand.

"Oh, you're definitely going to die. And look like a peasant as you do it. I bet he fights in a suit. In fact, I'm almost certain he fights in a suit."

[carameliise]

“te lo juro, no sabía que ella no estaría aquí...” mintió con notoria travesura en su tono mientras observaba sonriente al hermano de su mejor amiga. aquello resultaba un tanto bizarro, mas no incómodo. ambos obviamente sabían lo que el otro pensaba respecto a aquél encuentro, la sorpresa estaba en descubrir si fingirían que nada había sucedido por dicha red social de citas o si terminarían hablándolo antes de que la otra joven llegara. gianna apretó la correa de la maleta sobre sus hombros y chasqueó la lengua, adentrándose un par de pasos más en el hogar. “¿puedo esperarla aquí, cierto?” « @atlcntis »  

[cloudedunknown]

It was another wasted attempt to save his brother, Emmett knew that, but here he was anyway. Besides, it was a rather fine excuse to dress up. The second he walked through the doors he searched for his brother, but knowing Edward, he could hear Emmett’s thoughts and avoided him like the plague. A solid hour went by before Emmett caught sight of him. He set off towards the other, feet determined until they weren’t. They froze in place as Emmett’s eyes settled on a woman, who he hadn’t seen before. She was petite, but wasn’t small by any means. Oh no, she had a big personality, Emmett could tell by the way she held herself. He smirked, so that’s why he stayed. Edward you dog, found yourself a Volturi girlfriend haven’t you? He stayed close deciding it might be better to get to Edward through her. He watched as the two interacted, not wanting to ruin the sexual tension between them, figuring out the best play. However, in the blink of an eye, Edward was gone, leaving the girl alone. Emmett saw this as his opportunity. His feet began moving again, this time not so swiftly. “Excuse me.” He said from behind her, accentuating his sweet southern twang a little more than necessary. “I just had to introduce myself the girl that’s had my brother’s attention all night.” @gravcyard​

[amadoures]

status:    closed    for    nell    @veneumfm location:    the    salty    sailor     bar

 truth    to    be    told  ,    this    is    not    her    scene    at    all  .    gianna    had    no    idea    how    did    she    even    end    up    here  ,    but    once    the    music    feels    too    loud     and    her    personal    space    keeps    on    getting    invaded    (    she    was    just    chilling    on    a    rocking    chair    at    the    porch    for    fuck’s    sake  !    )    she    knows    it’s    time    to    go  .    turning    around    in    a    rush  ,    she    crashes    into    somebody    else    and    accidentally    spills    the    rest    of    her    drink    onto    them  .     “    well  ,    there    goes    my    last    fucking    straw  .    ”     as    if    she’s    not    the    one    at    fault    either  …      typical    gianna  .    it’s    when    she    recognizes    the    other    as    nell    did    her    features     eventually    soften  .     “    it’s    you  ,    ”     she    begins  ,    not    sure    what    to    make    of    the    situation  .    they’re    not    exactly    friends  ,    but    gianna    is    not    unhappy    to    see    her    again    either  .     “    sorry    for    all    that    mess  .    you    okay  ?    ”

[amadoures]

truthfully,  it  wouldn’t  be  a  surprise  if  he  somehow  stopped  watching  her  games  after  their  break  -  up.  for  some  reason  gianna  was  sure  he  would,  but  then  again  it’s  hard  to  be  out  of  the  loop  when  they  surround  themselves  with  people  who  are  also  into  sports.  she  catches  herself  smiling  as  charlie  speaks,  although  it’s  quick  to  fade  as  soon  as  the  olympics  is  brought  up.  the  mention  brings  her  a  few  months  back,  reminding  her  of  missed  opportunity  and  a  great  deal  of  heartbreak.  it’s  her  worst  nightmare  came  true.  for  a  moment  there’s  a  hitch  in  her  breathing,  but  before  she  could  even  dwell  on  it  further  charlie  manages  to  redirect  her  focus  onto  something  else,  a  memory  that  both  of  them  are  sure  hard  to  forget.  after  all  how  often  did  someone  get  kicked  out  of  a  tennis  match  for  being  too  loud?  sure,  gianna  might  have  found  it  distracting  if  he  was  just  a  stranger,  even  if  he  could  be  considered  her  biggest  fan  of   all  time.  charlie  on  the  other  hand  was  already  someone  she  looked  forward  to  see  the  most  at  every  match,  but  to  have  him  cheer  so  loud  that  they  had  to  tell  him  to  leave  was  definitely  the  cherry  on  top.  laughter  finally  slips  past  her  mouth  at  all  the  reminiscing,  gaze  drifting  back  to  charlie  once  a  deep  breath  is  taken.    “  it’s  katie.  i  remember  ‘cause  she’s  so  full  of  shit.  ”    with  all  due  respect,  which  is  none,  katie  is  nothing  but  an  overrated  nepo  baby.  it’s  clear  that  talent  doesn’t  always  get  passed  down  but  still,  gianna  likes  to  think  they  both  had  a  good  game  that  day.    “  you’re  lucky  they  didn’t  get  you  banned  right  away,  ”    she  jokes,  head  shaking  gently  at  the  thought.  granted,  gianna  would  never  let  it  happen.  not  that  she  has  to  worry  about  such  thing  anymore.  it’s  been  years  since  the  last  time  she  saw  charlie  at  one  of  her  matches,  and  even  if  she’s  allowed  to  play  for  the  us  open  this  year  (  it’s  when  she’s  supposed  to  get  off  her  hiatus  anyways  )  she  doubts  he  would  ever  want  to  show  up  again.  knowing  that  he  still  cheers  for  her  whenever  she  comes  up  on  his  tv  manages  to  tug  at  her  heartstrings  in  some  way  :    his  support  means  everything  to  her,  but  there’s  a  part  of  her  that  wonders  if  she  still  deserves  it  after  all  this  time.    “  do  you  still  love  me?  ”    it’s  not  what  she  meant  to  ask,  and  yet  it’s  the  first  thing  that  comes  out  of  her  mouth.  she  glances  over  at  him  momentarily,  still  keeping  the  same  pace  as  she  waits  for  his  response.

Charlie finally manages to look over at Gianna as they walk. "Yeah... Yeah, of course I watch your matches." He pauses for a moment, "To be honest I refused for a while, but I obviously have some athletic friends and one of my mates is really into tennis. Forced me to watch some of your highlights. I never told him about.. you know.. but then he'd fill me in on your matches and I really started to miss how intense of a game you play and well.. somehow I was rootin' for you to qualify for the olympics again." He stops himself, knowing how much all of this has to sting. "You remember when they kicked me out of one of your matches?" Charlie's laugh slips out effortlessly while their paces match together. "I came straight from a football match and I was all wired up and excited and you had this incredible out against that girl.. Can't remember her name but god we hated her, right? And you had this serve that drove her so mad I stood up. I don't even know how many warnings they had to give me before just telling me to leave." He feels the pride rise in his chest as if he were there again with her. "Well.. I know conduct and all that at the matches themselves, but I still cheer for you when you happen to be on my telly at home."