#ofvulnerability

“ so that’s why i’m not locked up in some nine by nine cell with no windows already. you think you can flip me, “ sam explains, a slight laugh leaving his lips as he looks towards the woman, who was clearly here to offer him some kind of deal. samuel isn’t stupid. he knows the crimes he’s committed are big enough to get him thrown in the slammer for a very long time. the things he’s done have pissed off some very powerful people and they probably want his head. he knows that. so the fact that they were having this conversation meant they thought he could access bigger fish. “ so what’s the deal? you might as well be straight forward with it. save us both a bit of hair pulling, “

“you do know i’m not afraid of your brother, right?” he asked softly, giving her a smile before he leaned down to kiss her softly. “dinner?” he asked. “tonight?” he added, keeping his eyes on her.

     EmmaLee didn’t know anything but dance. It was cliche in a way, but her life was actually wake up, dance, sleep, repeat. Day in, day out. Ever since she was walking she was dancing. She was pretty sure she could do arabesques while still in diapers. Really she can’t remember a time when she wasn’t dancing. So when it came to other things in life? They weren’t really all that relevant. If she didn’t help her chances of getting a full ride to Julliard in New York City; then it didn’t matter. She was in the studio of her school, a space she spent most of her life when she heard the door creak. The girl didn’t want to be bothered whilst she was practicing for her fall showcase so she spoke as she turned her head. “This space is privately signed out for the next four hours so please be on your way.” 

♡ ◜˚ — @ofvulnerability » CLOSED STARTER FOR SPENCER. MUSE: VERONICA JEON ↷ CONNECTION: BEST FRIENDS, CRUSH, ETC. PLOT LINE: ONLINE BESTIES (WHO LOWKEY HAVE CRUSHES ON EACH OTHER.)

     “we are not doing that.” mj’s words are firm as she side eyes the other, interrupting them before they could continue what she found to be a very shitty plan. “we can just pay to get in. y’know- like normal people.”

     Jacie knew that the boy was trouble for her. He was a distraction. She would miss shoots for him, eat pizza the night before a show even though she knew it wouldn’t be good for her the next day. She got drunk and post stupid things on twitter because it was fun -- but he was like her brand of poison. Maybe what she needed. Somebody in her life to pull her away from the life of cameras and people telling her what to wear, what to eat, what to weigh. Running into the room she jumped onto the boy with all the strength her tiny body could allow and giggled as she let out a scream. “ADIEN!” 

she didn’t expect to spend her prom night, sitting in her big dress in the hallway of some hotel. while her date had the time of his life in their room hooking up with someone she didn’t even know the name of. so there she sat, just waiting for time to go by faster. but then she noticed someone walking along the hallway, “hey...” riley felt ashamed sitting there like a looser while everyone else was enjoying the night. 

jezebel: i almost got a job jezebel: then i remembered i hate annoying people jezebel: how’s your day going?