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Ana de Armas by Greg Williams, January 2018

#marin calhoun.

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Journal page.

#marin calhoun.

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#jamie burns.

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;  gcminas​  ------  jamie  &  dani  !

nothing could have ever prepared dani for this moment. shows didn’t go into detail about the real life emotions and thoughts that rush through your mind when you’re confronted with a killer and worse still, being stuck in a room with one. she’s hyper aware of everything around her now, the weather worsening only makes her more on edge. one of her hands wrap tightly around her coffee cup, if it came down to it could she hurl it his way and make a run for it? probably, but also probably not — she had never done anything like that before, the logistics of it oddly began running through her mind. how could you throw a cup of hot coffee and not get it on yourself too? did people really react that slowly that they wouldn’t at least move a little? regardless she was tugged out of her thoughts when he spoke once more. actually, it was more like she jumped as his hand came into contact with the table. he wasn’t as if he flipped the damn thing but it was enough to get dani sitting straighter. “uh….the news kind of said different”, she points out evenly, was he living in a different reality than her? “yeah and plenty of convicts held good jobs too”, she adds, still keeping her gaze glued on his face. 

when he asks her name danielle tried not to roll her eyes, scared shitless she may be, but that did not seem like a good idea to her. “my name?”, she repeats, eyes darting to the windows in time to catch a flash of lightning. “i don’t really see what my name has to do with anything, no offence.” would he take offence? fuck, she probably signed her life away with that one sentence. “i just…”, with a loud huff she goes back to facing him fully, hand still around her coffee cup. “i just want to make it out of this damn storm, okay? that’s all..” and preferably in one piece. this guy was a criminal whether he denied it or not, she wasn’t a trained negotiator just a graphic designer. maybe she was stuffing this up but she had literally nothing to go off. 

 his  hands  clench  into  fists  ,  and  he  drags  them  off  the  table  ,  rests  them  in  his  lap  and  squeezes  them  together  ,  hard.  his  nails  ,  dirt  buried  deep  in  them  to  the  point  he  bled  trying  to  scrape  it  out  ,  dig  into  the  palms  of  his  hands.  and  the  pressure  ,  the  pain  ,  it  almost  helps  .  jamie  thinks  he  isn’t  cracking  ,  but  the  truth  is  he’s  far  past  that.  he’s  been  cracked  ,  for  a  couple  weeks  now.  he’s  just  always  been  good  at  hiding  his  pain  ,  or  maybe  ,  he  just  doesn’t  feel  it  anymore.  “it  also  said  the  storm  wouldn’t  last  too  long  ,  and  yet.”  he  pauses  ,  releases  his  fists  ,  leaving  tiny  crescent  moon  shapes  on  his  hands  ;  they  begin  to  heal  as  soon  as  he  lets  go.  “the  news  lies.”  he’s  calmer  now  ,  visibly.  still  stressed  ,  still  scared  ,  but  it’s  locked  away  in  his  chest  now  ,  his  stomach,  his  shoulders.  his  head.  his  expression  softens.

 “you  know  ,  you’re  right.  i  don’t  know  why  i  asked  that.”  oh  ,  but  her  name  had  everything  to  do  with  it  ,  names  hold  more  value  and  more  power  than  anyone  can  ever  know  or  understand.  he  goes  by  jamie  ,  not  james  ,  and  there’s  a  reason  for  that.  jamie  inhales  ,  leans  forward.  he’s  not  going  to  hurt  her  ,  he  never  meant  to  go  so  far  as  he  has.  this  isn’t  what  he  wanted  ,  and  that’s  real  (  is  it?  )  so  when  he  speaks  the  same  gentle  exterior  he’s  exuded  through  everything  ---  his  wife’s  affair  ,  intense  police  questioning  ,  prison  ---  allows  him  to  land  on  his  feet.  “listen  ,  i’m  just  having  a  hard  time.  nobody  trusts  me  ,  or  listens  to  me  and  i  just  .  .  .  i  need  help.”  all  true  ,  it’s  the  next  line  that  isn’t  ,  so  much.  “i  didn’t  do  those  things  they’re  saying  i  did.”

#gcminas #jamie burns. #jamie ft. dani. #i just might gsdjkfs

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;  gcminas​  ------  jamie  &  dani  !

it was one of those moments were dani could feel her heart trying to leave her body, as if it was pounding so hard it might force its way out of her rib cage and plop itself on the grimy table in front of her. there was no way that dude standing by the door isn’t the guy who had been on the tv, unless he had a twin and if so — that was shitty luck for him. eying him intently dani almost jumps out of her skin when he asks about his coffee, a murderer, asking for coffee. it seemed far too mundane a thing to ask so instantly her mind stretched to what could happen if it wasn’t prepared; would he kill them because it wasn’t done? splash their blood and brains all over the ugly walls of this café. forcing herself to lean back in her seat she cringed when the legs scraped against the linoleum floor. 

she’s never been very good at hiding what she’s feeling, her facial expressions sucked ass for her growing up. now they might just be what gets her killed. is he talking to her? shit. he was. “seems like a hoot”, she remarks finally, averting her gaze momentarily to the doors. she couldn’t leave, where would she go? it was now beginning to thunder, the booming claps drowning out the rattling voices coming from the tv. when he moves toward her dani scoots even further back in her chair, coffee forgotten — she actually didn’t like the stuff anyways, an energy drinker through and through. but that was besides the point. “uh, i-i’m sorry…what do you want me to do exactly? you’re a convict”, she whispers, needless to say her mind is both racing but entirely blank at the same time. how could that be a thing? how could he explain away a murder or two? 

 sliding  into  the  seat  across  from  her  ,  the  legs  of  his  chair  scrape  against  the  floor  with  a  horrid  squeak.  but  jamie  barely  hears  it  over  his  racing  thoughts;  he's  not  cracking  ,  he's  not  cracking.  every  sound  still  revs  him  up  ,  knowing  it  could  trigger  anything  ,  anything  from  his  mind.  that's  why  he's  running  ,  isn't  it  ?  "it  isn't."  his  voice  is  still  hushed  ,  quiet  like  a  secret  between  them.  as  if  it  matters.  as  if  ,  they  aren't  the  only  patrons  in  the  coffee  shop  at  this  hour  ,  in  this  weather  ,  and  the  owner  of  this  place  isn't  off  being  useless  instead  of  preparing  his  definitely  bitter  coffee  .  there's  blood  on  jamie  ,  on  his  ear.  it's  subtle  ,  small.  dry.  it  could  be  left  over  from  a  mosquito  bite  ,  but  it  wasn't  ,  not  under  a  microscope.  

 at  the  stranger's  words  ,  he  presses  a  firm  hand  on  the  table  in  front  of  them  with  frustration  at  her  insinuation.  "i'm  NOT--"  he  cringes  ,  because  displaying  anger  is  likely  not  going  to  do  him  any  favors.  "i'm  not  a  convict  ,  okay?  i'm  a  high  school  teacher."  it  was  true  ,  a  qualification  he  likes  to  use  whenever  it  benefits  him.  she  could  be  high  school  age.  he  could  get  through  to  her  ,  like  he  got  through  to  all  of  the  others.  jamie's  good  like  that  ,  deceptive.  an  excellent  liar  ,  makes  him  more  dangerous  than  what  the  pleading  in  his  eyes  suggests.  "listen  .  .  .  what's  your  name?"

#murder tw #blood tw #gore tw #jamie burns. #jamie ft. dani. #omg doN'T TEMPT ME and thank u sm ?!?!?!

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heavnlymuses​  ------  aysal  &  jo  !

It was late, as if often was during the peak hour for her business; Jo was standing in the dark ally on the side of her place of work, the bright lights of the sign that read ‘Tekin’s Flame’ illuminating the street just a few steps away from where she was. 

Cigarette in her mouth, the brunette waited until another person appeared in the shadows, her face hidding just how truly glad she was that the person was her and not someone else. “There’s a new bouncer at the door that’s not letting me in. Something about a dress-code.” Jo said, smoke leaving her lips at the same time as her words. “Hard to work when i’m not allowed in my workplace, you know.” And despite the fact that her words could’ve seemed like a demand, Jo was sure Aysal knew her enough to know it was just her joking around.  

 the  words  don’t  surprise  her  .  people  in  low-level  jobs  like  that  ,  they  filter  in  &  out  of  the  flame  so  quickly  ,  even  aysal  who  prides  herself  in  her  memory  ,  finds  it  hard  to  keep  up.  the  smile  she  greets  jo  with  is  small.  teasing.  so  is  her  voice  when  she  replies  ,  “and  you  think  i  can  help  you  with  that  ,  when  you  know  i  can  get  in  trouble?”

 there’s  a  churning  in  her  stomach  like  nerves,  and  not  because  she’ll  bend  the  rules  &  get  in  trouble  (  she's  stopped  worrying  about  something  so  unavoidable  ,  a  long  time  ago  )  ,  but  because  she  knows  patrons  will  look  at  jo.    though  aysal  knows  the  woman  can  hold  her  own.  and  there’s  a  tinge  of  envy  ,  always  envy.  “okay.  but  it’s  going  to  cost  you  ,  come  on.”  aysal  holds  out  her  hand  for  the  other  woman  ,  a  widening  smile  suggesting  mischief.

#smoking tw #aysal ft. jo. #aysal tekin.

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gcminas​  ------  jamie  &  dani  !

Eyes groggy from driving Dani settled herself at one of the many empty tables, cup of coffee resting between her palms. The rain smashing against the windows is only drowned out by the wind which at that stage had her worried about whether her car was going to survive parked for however long it takes for the storm to calm down. Sighing she surveyed the café — one employee, a teenage kid who honestly looked like he could shit his pants and only one other customer standing by the doors with their back to her. Unlucky like her she guessed. The mountains always cut her journey short by at least an hour and up until an hour or so ago this storm hadn’t even been an issue, until the reports started interrupting the normal radio chatter and a red weather warning was released. Raising the paper cup to her lips her eyes landed on the tv mounted on the wall opposite her, some old 2000′s model that jumped every thirty seconds or so with the wind. She’d heard all about the murders on her way in considering it had only happened a couple of miles away it was big news — even bigger being the fact the person had actually escaped. Escaped. Barely being able to hide her scoff at the police force around here it soon died in her throat as a photo was broadcast, no…no. “Fuck, no way…” Leaning forward her eyes frantically studied the photo before it disappeared, flicking them toward the one other customer stuck in here with her. No. It couldn’t be, right? She wasn’t that unlucky, couldn’t be.

 he  doesn't  know  what  he  expects  to  find  while  he  stares  outside  ,  can  barely  see  through  the  buckets  of  rain  pounding  &  dissipating  into  the  ground.  he  just  wants  a  distraction  ,  and  it  works  ;  jamie  can  see  himself  out  there  in  the  rain  ,  struggling  to  breathe  under  the  strength  of  the  rain  and  the  wind  ,  whipping  his  hair  ,  his  clothing.  it  almost  takes  his  breath  away  here  too  ,  safe  indoors  with  a  stranger  or  two.  one  of  which  is  taking  awhile  to  get  his  fuel  ,  so  he  turns  as  his  face  pops  up  on  the  television  screen.  he’s  clearly  not  paying  attention.  "is  my  coffee  almost  ready  ?"  in  impeccable  and  awful  timing  ,  he  makes  eye  contact  with  the  female  patron.

 here's  the  thing:  jamie  hates  the  storm  and  how  it  hinders  his  travel  ,  his  ability  to  duck  out  quickly.  but  he  also  recognizes  the  storm  promises  two  things:  that  the  power  would  go  out  &  that  no  one  would  be  here  ,  which  would  compensate  if  against  all  odds  the  tv's  broadcasting  is  just  fine.  gaze  flickers  from  her  look  of  horror  to  his  own  ,  on  the  screen.  his  throat  runs  dry  and  releases  a  bitter  laugh  ,  void  of  even  a  hint  of  humor  but  doused  in  sarcasm  and  anxiety.  "that's  a  long  story."  coffee’s  far  from  his  mind  as  he  steps  towards  the  girl’s  table  ,  speaks  in  a  low  voice.  “don’t  freak  out.”  please  .  they  leave  a  lot  out  on  the  news  ,  rightfully  so.  it  doesn't  really  matter  the  story  leading  up  to  it  when  there's  a  murderer  on  the  loose.

#storm tw #murder tw #i hope this is ok omg #not me resisting the urge to #reply to every single one of ur opens I LOVE THEM SM #jamie burns. #jamie ft. dani. #gcminas

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#jamie burns. #yes i added a new muse don't look at me

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oh… to wear a pretty dress and have a knife

#bieber bohmer.

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#umbrella rockett.

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But who’s to say what’s stupid and what’s not stupid when your life falls apart? Some people fall apart over TV shows. Some people fall apart over a breakup. Some people fall apart over someone eating the last bowl of Apple Jacks. I fell apart because of the annual art show.

A.S. King, Still Life with Tornado (via quoted-books)

#umbrella rockett.

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does anyone want to develop a mumu with me ? i have been struggling to get things going and i think i just want to find a writing partner and just write a diverse group of people in a stress-free way!!! i don’t care the age or the dynamic , the number of characters or the plot! i just want this really badly omg. please like or msg me if you’re interested maybe ?

#1x1 rp #indie rp #1x1

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Issa Rae as Leilani The Lovebirds (2020)

#wanted opp.

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lilacwiine  ------  forty  &  carson  !

this was a stupid idea. the car ride on the way here had been torturous enough as it was, being sat in virtually complete silence for hours on end. carson didn’t know how he was going to make it through the weekend with them and as it stood the only vague plan he had involved a lot of alcohol. he scanned his eyes around their bedroom for the long weekend, before he panned his gaze over to them. the silence was stiff and awkward  — and just not carson, therefore he opted to fill it with a rather deadpan comment. “you’re sleeping on the floor.”

tired  fingers  release  the  straps  of  one  of  many  bags  (  too  many  for  a  weekend  ,  really  )  as  he  takes  in  the  room  before  them  and  decides  ,  it’s  cozy  enough.  present  company  excluded.  “i  am  not  sleeping  on  the  floor.”  to  reaffirm  his  statement  ,  forty  drops  the  other  bag  on  the  end  of  the  bed.  it  creaks  under  the  weight  of  all  his  products.  he  begins  to  unpack  ,  talking  though  he  doesn’t  look  at  carson.  makes  it  easier  for  forty  to  act  petty.  “i  did  not  pay  for  a  sixth  of  this  trip  to  sleep  on  the  floor.”

#forty is a Character so i hope tht's ok #and i know i owe you another starter but #i love this plot so muhc #forty int.

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Gemma Chan photographed by Lara Jade for Modern Luxury

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wow i have been inactive on this account lately!! i’m doing a quick revamp but i’m inspired and hopefully back for awhile :’)

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#wanted opp. #hayden mcclaine.