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“you may be of help by explaining why you’re sitting here,” valeria said calmly, setting her tablet down on the table. “did you not see me, or?” the brunette knew niall through his stay at the hamptons. the pair were not close, but had no beef either. still, they were definitely not sit-at-the-same-table close. “it’s nothing personal. but, i have a policy that stipulates anyone who wants to be in my space for more than fifteen minutes has to be carrying something delicious. so, unless you’ve got donuts, you know, vete.”

niall was walking through the town after a round of golf, his hair matted to his face as he made his way around the city, just enjoying the sun. his arms were getting a little red, and his nose had already turned red, niall knowing that it could lead to a sunburn. so, he decided to get out of the sun and walk into the hamptons beach restaurant, sitting down at a table so he could order a meal when he heard someone clear their throat. “and how many i be of help?” he asked, looking at the person in front of him.

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“here it is. the one thing science cannot explain. how are you married?” valeria retorted, an amused smile on her face. “scratch that, how are you married to someone who is perfectly normal?”

❝your chin looks like a ball sac. has anyone ever told you that? am i your first? am i the first to penetrate that hole of insults?❞

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omg niall and hannah’s texts are so long

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“I didn’t ask a question,” Valeria pointed out, popping a fry into her mouth. “I just asked if you could pass the black pepper, but it’s alright,” She mumbled picking up the item in question and waving it in the air. “I’m a big girl and got it all by myself.” It was beyond her how she wound up sitting at the same table as Madison Evans of all people. It was not that she had anything in particular against the girl, but they did not exactly... have a lot in common. See, where Madison was always at the dead centre of gossip and rumours, Vale kept mostly to herself and her work. “Listen, white women just wanna be oppressed so bad they make shit outta nothing. I wouldn’t care too much if I were you.”

“Okay, all I said with Merry Fucking Christmas and some lady turns to me and says, ‘do not use curse words with a Holy holiday.’ I was drunk, and she was so damn uptight she’s lucky I didn’t say more words to her,” she stated, pushing her hair back furiously. “I hate old white women who think they’re privileged, like, I grew up here lady.” She commented, before taking a deep breath. “Anyway, what was your question again?”

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I’m in wanderlust.

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Lindsey Morgan for Afterglow Magazine

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lindsey morgan for playboy magazine ( 2015 ).

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rydersmercury:

❝there is nothing i want more than for her to be happy and smiling, not to have tired eyes and stress fostered between her bones,❞ he softly spoke, tongue running moisture over his lips. ❝i don’t doubt you mean everything you say, but i guess bigger fish to fry when you have a company at your beck and call,❞ he tried to reiterate. ❝we’re talking about the same people who voted for a reality show bubbling idiot as this country’s president, so i can’t really say i’m shocked,❞ he shrugged, shoving his hands into his back pockets. ❝you aren’t wasting my time, but if you must go than i won’t stop you. duty calls.❞

A strange, bemused expression softly cast over her face, eyes wide and calculating. For a moment it remained so, before the sharp. discerning look was quickly replaced by something vague and warm. “She’s grateful,” She responded, lips parting on an exhale before spreading into a smile. “That you want that for her,” She tacked on as an afterthought. Fragments weren’t really her thing, to say the least. “But right now, it’s not feasible. She has this big, billion-dollar project coming up, which means late nights until that pesky perfectionism is satisfied.”

Whenever she felt even moderately out of place or awkward, she had a tic. It wasn’t anything special and everyone had one of those. A tic or a tell that gave them away even when their facial expressions and body language might not. For some, it manifested in a twitch of the nose or the mouth, biting nails, tugging at fingers, or toying with a lock of hair. For Vale, it was always more of the same, letting her chestnut locks down only to soothe down her hair and tie it up again. She practiced that ritual then, making sure her hairband was tightly wound around the thick of her hair. “Plot twist. One or both of us is in a persistent vegetative state and are experiencing an alternate, nightmarish universe where gigantic cheetos can run and win a presidential campaign.”

With the ball back in her court, Valeria wondered if she should just call it a day and leave Ryder to whatever broody, artistic boys did with their free time. After all, the world of machinery and loose parts beckoned her, like always. A beat passed before the brunette adjusted the strap of her messenger bag on her shoulder and saying, all too seriously in a way that contradicted the playful edge in her gaze. “I have two hours before my Muay Thai class and there’s a new cafe by the boardwalk. I hear their donuts are good, but as a scientist, I prefer forming observations though trial-and-error.” The brown-eyed girl tugged at the string of her hoodie. “Would you be interested in lending yourself…to science for a little while? A second opinion will mitigate any confirmation bias in the final report.”

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I feel like the entertainment industry is changing and is becoming more accepting and wanting people of color to be in projects. And there’s more stories written about minorities and I feel like audiences want to see that, they want to see diversity. When they watch TV, they want to see people that look like them, their friends, their family and their life.

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text; wesley m. wilson

VALE: I wasn't sure if you'd heard or not

VALE: but Stanley is at the hospital with your husband.

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🍷– @sebastiangrosvenor – our muses wake up hungover after an office party and don’t remember what happened

The shrill blare of her alarm acts as a blanket of ice, cold water, awakening the brunette with a start. As soon as she sits up, pain rings in protest against her skull. “Joder!” One hand reaches up to rub over her worn face, eyebrows knitting together as though creasing her brow would ease the sharp pain shooting through the insides of her skull. After a moment passes, she finally musters the energy to draw her hand away from her face and crack open her eyes to the too-bright room. 

As soon as her eyes open, she notices several things very quickly. The first is that whatever room she is in, it is not her own. The second is that she’s still dressed in yesterday’s clothing, uncomfortably so, and twisted in a big, white duvet that resembles nothing of her own black blankets back home. With a pained expression, she dares a glance at the other side of the bed, bile rushing to her thoat when she sees a very unfamiliar, very male back. She sucks in a sharp breath.

It’s all good, Vale. You kept your kit on. Nothing happened.

Except Vale doesn’t know that for sure, not with the alcohol acting as a fog in her brain. Instead of waiting around for the mist to clear, she reaches a leg out and kicks her foot into the male’s side with enough force to flip him over. While his face is immediately familiar, it only serves to concern Vale further. “Wake the fuck up and tell me why the hell you and I are in the same room.”

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Is that a bulletproof vest? See, now that’s so insulting. That’s like saying I’m not smart enough to shoot you in the head.

Janet Evanovich, Seven Up, Stephanie Plum #7 (via khadeejafinds)

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