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imogen loved her little arrangement with brooks --- sex whenever either of them wanted (within reason, of course) and no arguments when the other person inevitably brought someone else home. it was nice. and of course they cuddled and were domestic (they’re roommates for godsake!) but it wasn’t couple-y and she was glad for that. 

she sat on the couch with a movie playing when she spotted brooks in their apartment. “come sit with me!”  

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“everyone would be honored to help.” rosemary repeated the phrase she’s heard so often and holds her vegetables a little closer. “and i appreciate it, i do. but it’s hard to ask for help. and no one can truly help me the way i want you know? no one can bring her back or fill the hole in our family.” she rubbed the bridge of her nose. “i’m sorry, i’m getting off track. you two went to school together?” 

“i actually knew mallory really well.” she explained to the older woman she had bumped into at the farmers market. “she and i were really close for about a year and a half. naturally we both got busy with school and boys. the usual.” it wasn’t really true, she knew mallory reasonably but not enough to say she knew her well. “i hope you’re holding up okay…” she offered her a kind smile. tiffany had a natural gift of coming across genuine and sweet when it wasn’t always the case. “and to offer myself if you needed anything, i’d be honoured to help.” @thinskin-d

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donnybookworm‌:

“You can definitely make the argument. But my reasons for going to art school are more nuisanced than one would think.” Donny took out a small signed picture of a group of people. “Like everyone on this picture went to the same school and now they work together on each other’s shows.”

“so it’s a connection thing, i get it. that’s smart.” estelle nodded. “what kind of project would you like to work on?”

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foreverycung‌:

“profiting off pain is how the world goes around, blondie. wake up.” she hummed. “any of those would be amazing. imagine a broadway star breaking their leg. we’d have seen it here first.”

“i reject your reality and substitute my own.” imogen simply stated. “and what show are you hoping to be cursed? there are some big shows in town right now.”

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xsixinchxheels‌:

“A work in progress but I’m very optimistic. Like, no one has my eye for working out the next new thing.” Sienna exclaimed, proud of what she was achieving in life. “Well, I guess but even so. We thought sometimes but above all, we loved each other.”

rosemary smiled. it’s nice to see someone so passionate, “what is the next new thing? keep an old lady in the loop.” rosemary laughed and then nodded, “yeah, i know you guys did --- do i hope, for the remaining girls.”

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text ✉️ my wife

venice: honestly? because i'm trying to learn portuguese by the end of this year

venice: it's a date but only if you don't fall asleep halfway through

venice: kind of wild to think it'll all be yours someday huh?

estelle: yes, honestly. i'll happily help.

estelle: okay, i fell asleep ONCE. because you made me watch 13 going on 30. i've seen that so many times and i was TIRED.

estelle: yeah, completely. i don't think i want to be AS involved as he is. i still want it to be my company. but, i want to use my degree too. but maybe i could use it for business. idk.

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rosemary was originally very angry at BOTH echo and arthur. who was this woman to think she could come in and wreck a home? but with time, she became more honest with herself and acknowledged that her and arthur’s marriage was falling apart; that they weren’t as close as they once were, that he wasn’t interested in trying anymore. it was HIS fault, his bad-behavior ---- even if echo was the biggest enabler ever. 

she never wanted to be the woman’s friend. she was find being civil. it took a moment but she was even find with her interacting with her children, but it was odd because it felt like echo had access to her children that rosemary would never have to echo’s. they were ROSEMARY’s children. she was always more involved then arthur, she thought. so it kind of was gut-wrenching that this younger, better off woman got to come in and what---impress them, steal them away too? after mallory died though, she started to think that maybe all three of them should be a united front. it was going to take work, but it needed to happen. 

rosemary was baking in the kitchen when she heard the knock at their apartment door, “i’m coming.” she wasn’t expecting visitors. “ruby, did you forget your key?” she swung open the door and was surprised to see who was there. “echo. oh, hello.”

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Hardly the most studious woman in the world, it was difficult to get Echo to pick up a book. She was always more interested in picking flowers, or picking baby names, or picking lint off her husband’s lapel. But one thing she had researched, especially before her wedding, was how to be a stepmother.

It turned out all the books and blogs on that were… not wrong, exactly, but. It turned out to be very… situational. Some stepmothers had their husband’s exes as bridesmaids and they were best friends and they became godmothers to each other’s children, some hated each other to the point of actual murder - those stories gave Echo nightmares. What she and Rosemary had was somewhere in between, of course, but that’s a very large spectrum to try to find yourself on.

She had to admit… although she admired Rosemary and adored her children, she couldn’t say that the best-friends option was at all ideal or likely in their case. Echo had fallen in love with Rosemary’s husband while they were still married. She’d stolen him away to a life vastly different than the one he’d left. They’d never be friends.

But now… maybe things had changed a bit. They hadn’t spoken since Mallory’s death - they hadn’t spoken at all, really. Ever. But Echo felt like she had to, now. So, as she always did when she wanted to help, she arrived bearing gifts. And she forced her heart from her throat, forced her feet to stand still, and forced herself to knock.

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lcveshcts‌:

Javi chewed on his lower lip as the woman started firing questions at him, his eyes growing wide in surprise as she went on and on. “Uh, not that close, sadly,” he answered. “I’m not sure why, but I think Mallory and the others don’t like me very much. I think they are jealous of me because of dad. We’re like, super close,” he explained, giving his own interpretation of the facts, though admittedly, he couldn’t care less about how they felt or what they were thinking. The further those kids were away from his family, the better. “It makes me so sad. I love them so much, but it’s like they don’t want to accept me in their lives.”

rosemary was only ever mad at arthur and echo. she never purposefully avoided arthur’s new stepchildren and she didn’t understand why her children would avoid them; not like them. sure, she knows arthur had been distant with HER children, but she never considered them to be jealous. “well, i’m glad he’s close with you.” she had to bite her tongue to stop from say glad, he’s gotten better. “i expect better of them, so i’m disappointed to hear that they aren’t receptive of you. they’re good kids. please don’t think poorly of them just because they are apparently jealous.”

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text ✉️ my wife

venice: for being the most gorg girl in all of manhattan of course. but thanks, now i know /six/ words lol

venice: you know i've never seen ghost? but i missed my fav part the first time, i had no choice but to watch again.

venice: boooo ☹️

venice: congrats on mendoza though you guys are killin it right now. i meant to tell you i got so many compliments on my ruby red lipstick last night

estelle: aw, v. you're gonna give me a big head. also, you're welcome. come to me for all your language needs.

estelle: we're gonna have to watch it! next time i sleep over.

estelle: and thanks! we're one of the best in the game. luckily daddy's always know what he's doing. he's doing amazing; he's amazing --- i'm lucky to participate.

estelle: oooh, yeah. i'm not surprised you pull it off so well.

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foreverycung‌:

 “so i guess we’re fine now.”  she said softly, looking to the older girl.  she leaned and pecked her lips “ill come out soon…ish.”

“as long as you say we are.” she smiled at the peck. “come out when you’re ready. i’ll support you the whole way through it. i just don’t want you to do it because you think i want you to. i don’t ever what to pressure you --- into anything.” she leaned closer, hoping to kiss ruby again but longer than a peck.

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donnybookworm‌:

Donny bowed his head. “I’m glad you think the image interesting,” Donny said with a small smile. “I’m Donny Cho. I was a co-worker of Mallory’s at the book store.” 

“nice to meet you. were you two close or was it purely a work relationship? we’ve seen so many people tonight at so many different levels of connection.”

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donnybookworm‌:

“I would assume that’s you’re supposed to do.” Donny replied. He doesn’t know what he’s doing at times. “But thank you very much, I’m teaching myself as I go along the way.” He sighed. “I’m unfortunately not in art school so I could be doing it wrong.” 

“sometimes, i think art school is a scam. sure, you learn techniques, but it sounds like it all comes with a bunch of pretension. and like, i get that art can be critiqued but isn’t it all subjective anyway? but trust me, i know NOTHING.” 

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foreverycung‌:

“it’s not odd!” she defended. “they make whole clip shows of people almost dying and their loved ones filming it and sending it in for money. it’s a thing.” she insisted, her lips twitched into a smile as she looked back at the desperate male. “must be icy.” she hummed, almost longingly for more dramatics on the red steps. “i hope a celebrity falls.”

“just because something is popular doesn’t mean it isn’t odd! also, profiting off of pain; not good, not good. and yes, i assume it is icy, but i haven’t any trouble.” imogen tilts her head, “celebrity? are we talking broadway star or movie star? or just a well known business man or woman?”

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wandxrcrs‌:

“That’s for the best,” Jamie laughed. “I’m a simple man, I like them because they pack a punch. Three of these and I’m gone,” he said, ordering one for each of them.

“three? i’m not sure if that makes you a lightweight or not.” estelle teases. “better if you are. it’s cheaper. you would think being as tiny as i am, i’d be a lightweight, but noooo.”

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she nodded and took her hand. “i know…i know. i do trust you. this was just unfortunate but we’re okay and will continue to be.” she said. “couldn’t stop now…even if i wanted to. you’ve got a hold on me. ” 

estelle squeezed ruby’s hand once their fingers were laced together, “good to know, because you got me too. you really, really, really do.”

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veniced‌:

“or maybe you’re just psychic” she says laughingly, but can’t blame estelle for knowing them both so well. “quick–tell me what i’m thinking right now” at mention of school venice’s expression falters, but only for a second. as far as her mother was concerned she was supposed to be graduating in may too, but she hadn’t quite found the words (or the guts) to tell her she’d dropped out years ago. “you know me, a little of this a little of that” the statement is vague but she doesn’t leave her hanging, instead looks at her with a million things in her eyes and supplies a more efficient answer– ”mainly just lots and lots of auditioning” estelle’s words make her more sentimental than she expects, and in a rush of nostalgia and missing mallory she reaches for her hand, gives it a squeeze. “i know, i know, and i’ve been a total flake these past few months but we’ll change that” her dark brown eyes are earnest and sincere. “starting tomorrow, are you busy?”

“venice, you’re gonna make it big. i just know it. trust me, i’m a psychic.” she teases, “what have you been auditioning for? what kind of role and projects?” estelle was genuinely curious. broadway ---musicals, plays, whatever --- wasn’t something she thought she could ever do, but it fascinated her. she much rather write songs and play her guitar. maybe she could be in a pit, but she never wanted to become someone else --- a dramatic way to describe a role, but it was true. estelle smiles and shakes her head, “not busy any time after one.”