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just anya things

big 3 : ☼ capricorn  ☽ capricorn ↑ cancer

coffee order : iced oat milk latte

bar order : espresso martinis

favorite scent : fresh linen 

favorite song : all too well (ten minute version)

favorite movie : xanadu

comfort character : cher horowitz

comfort food: cupcakes

color palete:

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Oh de Laval (Thai/Polish, 1990) - What Doesn't Kill Me Better Run (2021)

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Nina Dobrev as Natalie Bauer in Love Hard (2021), dir. Hernán Jiménez

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hoax

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to JFK Airport. Local time is 3 am and the temperature is 55 degrees, heavy rainfall but it should clear up later in the day. On behalf of myself and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!"

The wheels of luggage were loud compared to the normal hustle and bustle of the airport, the silence that hung in the air at 3 in the morning at the airport was almost suffocating. Anya rubbed her eye as she let out a small yawn, the flight from Russia was always horrible, especially when her body wasn’t prepared for this long of a trip. Her original trip was meant to only be a week but after three whole days of arguing with her father and new step mother, she booked the quickest flight she could, even if it took everything out of her.

The rain hit the building hard, as thunder cracked and shook the earth, and she thanked any god out there that her flight landed before all this. Dragging her luggage behind her, she readjusted her duffle bag as she turned her service back on, watching it slowly come back to life as messages,emails and missed calls popped up along her lockscreen. Anya sat herself down as she shot her driver a message, just so he knew she landed and began scrolling through every notification she had. Few work emails, some likes on instagram, even on her secret baking one, and a bunch of voicemails from her father, most likely apologizing for how he was behaving or how Tori didn’t mean to upset her. It was all bullshit anyway, just like it always was. As the brunette sipped from her water canister, she quickly realized none of the notifications were from her fiancé. A part of her felt uneasy as she watched her screen carefully, hoping something would pop up at the last minute; he hadn’t even answered her text about coming home early. Rocco was a good guy, she made sure of it this time around, there was no way something could be wrong. He was the most charming and caring man she’d ever met in the City. A lightning flash cut her out of a small spiral as she shook it off, moving to reply to emails and other work related items as she got a text from her driver.

The car ride home was silent. Anya couldn’t focus on the small talk he was trying to have with her, all she could think about was why Rocco hadn’t answered her. He could be busy, he works at night clubs and does promotions, he could just be sleeping off whatever drinks he had, or could still be stuck there cleaning with the rest of them like he used to do. Hell, his phone could be dead, lord knows he always forgot to charge it. She wasn’t the type to get hell bent on a man. However, she’d never been engaged to a man either, never pushed all her fears on marriage aside, but she did for him. Anya was way too stressed over this, the anxiety creeping up and holding in her throat, near suffocating her, men were supposed to be used like kleenex. but here she was staring at her contact debating whether or not to call, or text, or FaceTime, something. Her driver cleared his throat as he looked at her concern through the rearview, “Sorry Aaron, I’m exhausted from my flight.” Anya lied, and it was clear he didn’t believe her but he smiled softly and nodded, “Sleep good tonight Miss, you know how grumpy you get” He teased softly and she laughed briefly as they got out to gather her bags and she waved him off, “I got the rest, go home, thank you again. Take tomorrow off, I’ll be sleeping this time difference off” She laughed it off, nothing was wrong, it couldn’t be wrong. Aaron gave her a small wave as he watched her enter the building.

The numbers rose along with her anxiety as she made her way to their shared penthouse. Anya worked hard for this, and the second they got engaged she let him move in, ignoring all her previous laws about relationships. This was supposed to be new, and exciting. When she arrived the doors opened and she let out a huff of breath, releasing all the anxiety she could before her head tilted slightly, the smell of candles and roses filled her nose instantly. It was like a scene from a movie, the rose petals and candles greeting her from a long trip and it almost took away her anxiety until she saw discarded clothing tossed to the side. Softly placing her bags down, she felt her heart pick up as she realized the romantic scene in front of her wasn’t meant for her. It was confirmed by the squeaky voice moaning out her fiancé’s name.

Everything in her wanted to scream, the ring on her finger felt heavier and heavier as she wandered closer to the noise. God, he was even using their room, their space they made together. Her hand pushed the door open carefully as she got to fully complete the picture, and god, did it just punch a hole through her chest.  “Welcome Home Anya, I missed you so much, I can’t believe you’re home early” She began sarcastically as the movements stopped and she felt their eyes on her, he was rushing off the woman and it made her want to vomit. “Honey, it’s not like that-” She cut him off instantly as she waved her hands at the other woman and the flowers and candles. “I don’t see how I could possibly get this confused” She said as she walked over and dragged the girl up by her upper arm, “Get out of my apartment right now!” Anya was fuming, tears threatening to spill for the first time in years as she shoved the girl out of the room, throwing shoes and clothing at her as the blonde scattered as quickly as she could.

Rocco and her were left in silence as she tried to calm herself, the candles flickered and all she wanted to do was scream at the top of her lungs at him. “How could you?” She bit out at him, as her nails curled into her fists. He was trying to apologize, but it wasn’t real, and they both knew it. “No no no.” She waved her hand to emphasize her words, as they faced each other. He had thrown boxers on and she was grateful for it. Rocco was staring at her before something in him must have switched, maybe realizing she wasn’t backing down, or that he was caught, or maybe he was just this disgusting the entire time and she was too stupid to see it. “You really thought I stuck around for you? I’m going to be honest with you, you’re just another rich bitch who thinks the world revolves around you. Well let me tell you this because no one else will, any one who says they’re interested in you beyond sleeping with you is a fucking liar.” Rocco was shaking his head, like he was telling her something difficult and every part of her wanted to scream. “You’re full of shit, I’m glad you caught me...Marrying you? God. A waste of my fucking time” And all Anya could do was stand there, as he picked up his clothing, as he grabbed random things, something in her snapped. Grabbing the roses he had for the other girl she started hitting him with the bouquet, petals covered her floor as she screamed at him, anything rude and mean she could think. Anything to hurt him, make him feel less than a man, anything. When Rocco left and she was left in the shell of his night, the flowers and the candles, Anya couldn’t do anything but sob as she sat in her penthouse, empty and alone.

Not long after she moved to San Fran to take over that location of her father's company, trying to forget the part of her she left back in New York. A part of her shattered in that moment and crystalized into the woman she was now; back to using men like Kleenex and sticking to herself.

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The Vampire Diaries 2.07 ‘Masquerade’

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half heaven, half hell

Born in Saint Petersburg, Annastyia spent most of her life spoiled by the combination of new and old money. Her father was incredibly smart, spent most of his career creating some of the highest technology and helped make advancements in his field, while her birth mother came from the old money. Reportedly coming from previous royal lineage, her mother was a classy woman, and every bit a mother in her own right. She ignored the demands for nanny’s that she had and Anya spent most of her childhood with her, while her father was off working. Anya wasn’t raised any differently than her parents from the boarding schools, to country club memberships, exclusive parties, whatever it was, she was certainly involved. However her mother made sure to balance out the craziness with other grounding things. Teaching Anya the love of volunteering, baking, and any other skill she could was the only thing saving the poor girl from a god complex. Most of the city loved her family, her father gave back to communities and her mother made sure they volunteered at every soup kitchen and bakery run they could and in turn the city loved Anya and most even dubbed her the Princess of Saint Petersburg.

every crown must get knocked off.

Not too long after her tenth birth, tragedy struck the Novikov family suddenly and unexpectedly. Her mother passing away left not only her, but the whole city mourning her death. With her pass came the absolute destruction of everything Anya held onto.  Her father wasted no time in getting a new wife, and the household moved on like her mother wouldn’t be missed at all, and because of this it caused a lot of acting out on her end. There were only so many outbursts and incidents the family could keep paying off before her father completely lost his mind. Annastyia was swiftly shipped off to a boarding school, one just as elite as the previous one and it didn’t take her long to move on top of the social ladder and take over the scene. Anya kept her grades up and her fathers credit card bill high, and whatever attention she lacked from her father she got it from others. Being well liked came in handy, and as she got older, it only got better. She was a typical spoiled daughter, and she spent most of her highschool years breaking hearts and shopping, it wasn’t like any of it mattered anyway.

As all her friends began applying for colleges and universities across the globe, she felt stuck in everything she did. Her mother was the person that made her think anything was possible, and now without her there that small culinary school booklet sitting under her books seemed less and less possible. Graduating in the top ten left her with plenty of opportunities, and Anya simply accepted she wouldn’t be attending the school she wanted. Ending up attending NYU for Business Marketing, just like her father wanted and rose fast in social media stardom, quickly becoming a celebrity in her own right.

Since graduation Annastyia hasn’t used much of her degree nor has her relationship with her father gotten any better, but she was thriving just fine. Anay has made a name for herself, gotten connections the Novikov Family didn’t give her, and she was making the most of it. Lavish galas and social events, expensive vacations, on the arm of a new powerful man every few months, all of them just as exciting as the last. However, her father decided moving business to the states was the best option and suddenly she was being dragged to business meetings and planning social events for her father. She was a little unsure of what was to come from this udden involvement, but she’d be damned if she didn’t give it her all to prove she was the best version of herself without his involvement.

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KATHERINE PIERCE + period dresses (1/?) ↳ requested by anonymous.

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Château de Versailles, July 2015

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NINA DOBREV in the vampire diaries — season 1, episode 1.

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An eclectic apartment in a historic townhouse in Brighton | more here

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