#drunkenloved

Turkish sisters MELISA AND YASMIN are ready to take over the big screen together in DARNED directed by David Fincher, the mind that brought us Fight Club and Se7en. Fincher’s original script revolves around two sisters cursed by their families heritage and relation with crime, forced to take over the undercover family business after not speaking to each for fifteen years while investigating their parents' very odd death. 

As if nothing happened

"  you  did  a  bad  thing  for  a  good  reason.  "

chase wasn’t aware of the fact that he had actually thrown a right hook on the guy until his fist stung with excruciating pain. drunk enough to trouble his sight, but he had still seen her attempting to go upstairs with someone else.  “ seriously ? fucking some other guy while i’m in the same goddamn room as you ? ”   /   @drunkenloved​

it was such a cliche- grinning like the cat that caught the canary- but that was precisely how ronan felt at the moment. which was reflected in the wide, smug smile that stretched across his bearded face. he takes a moment to rein in his emotions, taming his grin into a more civilized expression though he can’t fully contain the hint of a smirk that lifts the corner of his mouth. “i have to admit....you’re full of surprises.” his voice breaks through the silence of the back alley, confidently smooth as ronan steps out of the shadowed doorway that had been concealing his presence for the last few minutes. he had stepped outside of the club for a smoke- a rare filthy habit he only indulged in when he was drinking- but the cigarette remain unlit between long fingers when he had stopped to take in the show. “i would have never pegged you as such an....exhibistionist.” he pauses slowly, dragging out his sentence until he finally lands on the final word. catching rosalie in the back alley, back pressed up against the brick wall with her legs wrapped around a stranger had been a welcome surprise. the sounds of her moans echoing down the long empty space had been muffled against the other man’s skin but still loud enough to cover the tell tale click of a shutter when ronan had pulled out his phone to capture the sight. he had waited for the other to tuck himself back into his pants and head out, leaving rosalie alone in the alley. “enjoy yourself?” he questions lightly, his voice disturbingly casual given the position rosalie was in now.

"it looks perfect, but you ALWAYS look good babe," he assured her as he watched her look at herself in the mirror. the two were shopping together and in the end, that wouldn’t necessarily have bothered him if it hadn't been for this little detail, or better said – her mother – who had absolutely wanted to accompany them and now watched over her daughter like an eagle. she was sitting right next to him on the couch and uttered a delighted sound when she heard evren's words. at least one who was satisfied, but he, on the other hand, had wanted to leave for what felt like an hour. not that he had anything against seeing ayda in nice outfits, quite on the contrary, he enjoyed the little show, but the problem was the facade that now had to be maintained. the two were far from being a couple, it was just a favor and this one had somehow developed into friends with certain benefits. however, to her family he was the nice boyfriend, the guy who always wore suits, drove fast cars and had a fantastic job. in his opinion, he had that too, but not for her family. and fast cars, he saw enough of them, but more when he was repairing them and not driving them. he tugged at the collar of his shirt, leaned back, guessing it was going to be a long day, especially considering the store they were in. he hardly dared to touch anything here, a tie alone was worth as much as his damned monthly wage. after a while he got up, he walked slowly over to the changing room, smiled again and looked at her mother and then he quickly stepped behind the curtain and thus into the cabin where ayda was. sighing, he ran his hand over his face when he got there. “how long do you think this will take? your mother has been ramming her elbow into my side at almost every outfit, i have no idea what she wants to imply or achieve with it, but it's getting strange." evren whispered, he suspected what her mother was getting at and what if it was more than compliments. "you know, i didn't necessarily plan to get on my knees in front of you in a store like this, but she seems to have a certain expectations?" he didn't know where she got this expectation from, but maybe it was better if he wouldn’t find out. silently, he leaned his shoulder against the wall of the changing room, it was the first time he had time to properly look at ayda, alone and without her mom watching over him. his hand went to her hip, he pulled her close so that her back bumped against his chest. he smiled and kissed her shoulder. "but, it's true, you do look beautiful," he whispered to her quietly.

“ why don’t we talk anymore? ” 

last would be south america to learn their cooking because its the only continent i think i haven’t tried a famous dish from