𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄

(—) ★ spotted!! stella brady on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 29 year old looks like margot robbie, but i don’t really see it. while  the actress/model/producer is known for being artistic my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be impulsive i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song daddy issues by the neighborhood.

“As we all know it’s my birthday and I refuse to be sober the entire night,” a plan she had been enacting since she walked into the club. “Which means I demand you get to my level.”

“I don’t see what you’re talking about,” Si-eun groaned into the phone. Even on her best and brightest days, it still seemed like the light were off upstairs. What to do about a directionally challenged diva in the streets of downtown Los Angeles. Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, she watched the cars zip by waiting for some sign on how she would get to to The Orpheum Theatre.

open starter for : anyone!!

location : your choice!

after studying the other’s instagram profile with a quick glance, mila’s judgmental gaze flicked up to meet the other. “do you not have any friends?” mila asked with a simple tilt of her head. “because if you did, i don’t think a true friend would allow you to post something as tacky and tasteless. did you even have this photo edited? are you just raw dogging it?” she said with a scrunch of her nose. “my advice? get new friends, because the ones you have are lying to you.”

Stella was deciding if she should tease him or tell him a lie. The A list actress, sighs deeply, and crossed her legs to the other side, waiting for her phone to charge so she could back to home, suffering from a killer hangover.    ❛ Don't you remember? We had a very delightful night! Also the best sex ever. ❜ She opted to lie, to tease him. She may lose a friend but never the humor.    ❛ Joking! I just came with other person, that left me behind but I was sleepy and took a nap that's pretty much of it. I don't remember much of last night after coming here ❜

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 !

𝐀𝐇 , 𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 is why karter stopped throwing parties at his own place . besides the pain that came with waking up to a horribly messy house to clean , situations like this make him relieved he usually opted for an outside venue , as well as made him miss the thoroughness of his cleaning staff back in london . because when he steps out his room , the very last thing he was prepared for was someone to be staring back at him from his couch . “ fuck ! i mean - shit , i mean - what the fucking hell ? ” in karter fashion , his brain instantly goes into recap mode , trying to see what alcohol-induced spontaneity had landed the other here . “ uh , so i know it’s weird asking considering it’s my house , but … can you … explain why you’re here ? there’s probably a good reason , but i’ll be honest , i don’t have the first fucking clue . ” please , please let that not have been the wrong question to ask .

open starter for : anyone!!

location : his night cub in los angeles

after spinning his set, phoenix was making his way through the crowd, saying hello and making pleasantries with all the familiar faces that surrounded him, however, when he came upon a face that wasn’t smiling back, he couldn’t help but pout his lips. “excuse me? did you not see the sign on the door? no frowns allowed, this is a party, not a meeting with your accountant after finding out you just missed tax evasion by the skin of your teeth, c'mon, get over here, bring it in, you look like you could use it.” he said, opening up his arms as he enveloped the other in a bear hug.

different  drinks  for  different  occasions  was  a  rumour  when  alcohol  was  perfect  for  all  .  although  ,  star  wasn’t  dependent  on  alcohol  ,  she  just  preferred  it  .  "  a  sex  on  the  beach  sounds  just  perfect  ,  "  as  if  to  confirm  an  order  ,  her  on  glasses  still  on  the  surface  awaiting  being  taken  away  by  wait  staff  .  "  star  fletcher  ,  hollywoods  third  to  fourth  favourite  train  wreck  ,  "  she  introduces  with  glee  ,  a  nod  .  "  what  are  your  plans  for  the  day  ?  "  interested  as  she  peers  .

open starter to all | a kennedy in a grocery shop

phone in one hand, ever beeping and fruit picking in the other it was obvious mackenzie was busy. but the mother wanted to make sure she knew just what her boys were eating and as she filed through cases in between filming it was nice to feel normal. at least for a second, till she felt the eyes lingering on her and the inner kennedy she usually did such a good job of concealing reared its head. “if you’re about to acost me for a signature or worst advice whilst i’m picking oranges and working i might have to make you regret it.”

open starter for : everyone

location : a posh nightclub in beverly hills

“i saw you looking at me.” adelaide said shamelessly as she approached the other, who probably wasn’t looking at her at all, but nonetheless, adelaide thought the world revolved solely around her. “i know it’s not everyday that one comes across a real, life, princess. but what can i say? i’m all about making dreams come true.” she said, reaching into her purse as she pulled out a copy of her new york times best selling memoir, handing it over to them. “consider it a gift. and it’s signed, too. it’s the last one i have on me so it truly must be your lucky evening.”