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vivi and daniel are throwing a christmas eve dinner party for close friends and family so, if your character is a close friend or family of either they've likely been invited 💙
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MARGOT ROBBIE Interview for Attitude Magazine
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Aaron Pierre interviews with The Upcoming at Mufasa: The Lion King premiere.
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“ no. ” was the only answer she'd dignify him with. he knew exactly what she'd been referring to, but playing dumb was oscar's preferred way of getting to viviènne. his little childish move was met with a roll of her eyes and light push of his hand away from her face. “ tell the truth: did you steal this costume ? is there a mall somewhere missing its santa ? this is such terrible quality, oscar. not even proper velvet, you know better. ” she analysed, tugging at the sleeve of his ridiculous santa claus suit, it likely would rip if she put even the smallest bit of force on her tug. “ stop drinking it then. ” simple as that. “ speaking of drinks, i was just on the phone with a representative of château margaux. i reached out to them about a sponsorship for the chopard dinner but i think i might be getting a proper personal deal for the restaurant. which means there is a chance you'll finally get to drink from the bottle you tried to steal from my apartment. ” which she wouldn't have minded had it not been the one worth five thousand euros. “ one celebratory drink. ”
“ christmas. ” it's a one worded answer, sufficient he believes but in case another is necessary, “ in america. ” his sister's reaction causes him to overlook the red fabric of the flimsy material he'd never wear outside of the statement or outside of the country. “ wait, what is that? ” oscar leans his tall statured frame forward, closer to his sister. his expression conveys worry fixated at the crease that pull between his brows until he flicks the tip of her upturned nose with his index finger. there's a smile of satisfaction he holds, as he so often does when toying with the elder of the two. “ this isn't good. ” he prefaces, raising the cup of hot chocolate held in his grasp, yet he continues to drink it. ' good ' being the operative word because his sister has made better, had when she forced him to decorate her christmas tree, the white and gold faux decorations that he'd claim couldn't compare to the one somewhat wonky and titling one in his apartment. so kenny and oscar had to stand tilting their head to the left a little, it still worked.
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was it wrong of her to doubt his words ? possibly, but she felt she was entitled to after being lied to for the entirety of their relationship. maybe it would've been different if he'd been upfront from the beginning, maybe it wouldn't. he had never given her a chance to make that choice, instead allowing viviènne to fall for someone she later found out she knew nothing about. yet, despite all of it, she could not bring herself to be as hard on him as she'd imagined she would in case this reunion happened. “ as long as you mean it… hope it works out for you. ” she did, it was a fact. there's only a certain level of disdain heartache can bring her to; wishing misfortune on someone was many levels above her max. “ i dont- ” she sighed, unsure of how to proceed. “ see how that's possible. ” wasn't the way that phrase ended when she first started it, instead a much nicer version of it. the sentiment real, however: they'd likely run into each other far more often if actively trying to avoid it. it's just the way the world operates. “ i guess it is. this is actually my second one. i, uh, have one already. in france. ” as he likely would remember her dreaming aloud about. it was back when she first started allowing herself to dream about these things too.
guilt plagues him for many things, more so the ones people wouldn't expect rather than the more obvious wrongs in his life. how things were left with her may very well be one of his biggest regrets. it was never his intention to lie, for things to end so dramatically. he'd had all good intentions, a glimmer of hope — life, on the other hand, held a different plan for him. cassius let's out a slow breath, shoulders shrugging. " i don't know, life on the straight and narrow, i guess. i found some legit work in construction. just taking it day by day. " and while things are going good and he hopes it stays that way, there will forever be doubt in his mind, a voice telling him that he isn't cut out for this, that he was always destined to stay in the dirt he'd been born in. her words cut deep, and he nods, gaze diverted. " fair enough. i'll keep it in mind for next time we run into each other, unless you'd rather i stay as far away from you as possible. " difficult in a town where running into someone seems to common, but if it's something that will make her feel more comfortable, he's willing to try. when she tells him her reasons for being here, something a lot like pride flashes in his gaze, gone as quick as it comes. " yeah ? that's a pretty big deal, " a pause, brief, tries to think of the right words to say because he's sick of messing everything up, " i hope it all works out. but if you're behind it, i've no doubt it will. "
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“ i wouldn't have, not my first one back. ” because viviènne felt like she needed to get reused to the city and its customs and the past couple of months had been solely about work. and staying home would've hurt the cause of her getting reacquainted with palmview's ways. “ well, hearing that compliment coming from you already puts my not-as-pretty heart at ease. there's a very thin line between confident and cocky and life has a way of humbling the cocky, i try not to be humbled too often. ” she had far too many times now. none of them really in her professional life but enough in the personal one to balance it out. another sip from her wine and vivi chuckled back at emma, her lively presence and demeanour were contagious. but even after the promise, she involuntarily moved a free hand to smooth over the fabric of her trousers. “ don't worry, i'll be the best tourist guide. how about the second or third week of january ? the tourists that went for new year's will be gone by then so we will be arriving in less busy cities. are two weeks too long ? ” it was necessary for the planned itinerary she already had in mind. “ oh, should we invite charlotte too ? ”
frankly, vivi’s dedication is quite admirable. had it been emma she would have just move on with the stain on her jacket – as much as she enjoys serving looks at this kind of event, she’s way too lazy to head back home for an outfit change, not too bothered about what she looks like most of the time. “ listen, staying at home might be a good idea but then again, you couldn’t miss palmview’s winter wonderland just because of that. ” she grins at the woman, clearly enjoying the compliment coming from her. “ you’re pretty too, vivi. just not as pretty as me. and there’s nothing wrong with being cocky. confidence is key, am i right? ” that and the fact that emma barely has any shame in her bones, which is why she has no problem pretending like they are about to be the best palmview has ever seen when it comes to the gingerbread house contest. vivi’s question causes her to laugh, head shaking gently as she holds up her empty cup. “ no need for raincoat! i’ve finished my hot choco, so don’t you worry. ” still, emma couldn’t guarantee other people wouldn’t spill theirs, but the thought only stays in her head for now, excitement grows when she hears about the trip to france. “ we should totally do both, ” she agrees, laughing softly. “ but honestly, as long as i’m with you, i’m all good. just let me know when and i’ll be ready with my bags in front of your door. ”
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“ i started twenty-nine ago, but have barely done it for the last twelve so i might need the help. out of practice. ” oscar likely would say she wasn't but that wouldn't change the fact that viviènne would accept any and every suggestion of tormenting him as people could throw at her. “ see, that's where the issue lies: i'm not very good with waiting to give presents and i did already buy his real one. ” and the only reason her brother had not received it already was that their father was holding on to it until christmas day. she'd just made the purchase and tried her hardest to forget all about it. “ i could sense it. we have that in common. so your brother's twenty-eight ? and you're older ? you do not look older than twenty-eight at all. ” she shook her head. “ it doesn't need to be grand if it's for my brother. maybe i'll use it to make wrapping paper with my face and wrap his entire car. ”
“oh, if you're looking for ways to torment your brother, you've reached the right place… i'm an absolute PRO-- been doing it for twenty-eight years,” she smirks, proud of the years she's put into the annoying sister role. “a photo album as a christmas present… it's… fine. not unless you're planning to make it his only present. i think you'd hav'ta wait at least a week before giving him his real gift, if you get him a real gift AT ALL.” lord knows maeve probably wouldn't get kai anything else. “ELDEST.” by only thirteen minutes, but that detail didn't seem all that important. she'd always taken care of him as if she was five ( or even ten ) years older. “can't say my pictures will turn out as grand as yours, but i'll give it my best.”
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she wasn't too prideful to admit that, while leaving had not been an easy thing for viviènne, staying away had. even so, she had always debated whether she should reach out or not. not in the first few weeks, the heartbreak then was still fresh enough that she wanted nothing to remind herself she had ever set foot in palmview. but as time passed and she learned to deal with it, people like celeste came to mind more often than not and she found herself wondering. “ some wounds take more time to heal than others, i guess. by the time i felt ready to reach out, your reaction wouldn't have been any different than it is now and that kept me from doing it. ” calling just to get hung up on somehow would've been far more hurtful than hearing the words and seeing the clear hurt and frustration letty felt regarding her now. the following question took her a little time to answer, mostly because viviènne still wasn't sure why she'd returned. “ not leaving for good. i'm not sure it makes any sense but the best way i can describe is: i realised i miss what i left behind but am still not ready to let go of what i built so i'm trying to combine both. ”
half of celeste had heard and registered everything vivienne had said, while the other half was too focused on her own memories and emotions to actually consider what she was being told. she'd always had a hard time seeing things from the other person's side, stepping outside of herself and seeing the bigger picture. instead, she hyper focused on her own emotions and the way other people's actions affected her reality. one of the things she's working on, or at least she tells herself she is. “well, it was a shitty option !” is all she can muster, hands thrown up with a sigh as she fights between her own feelings and what she can see vivi is fighting with beneath the surface. she may not be willing to forgive, but at the very least, celeste was willing to listen. “i mean, you enjoyed and found it easy enough to stay gone for over a decade ? no communication ?” it all feels so obvious to her, and she can't understand why her point is so hard to understand. “not planning to stay, got it.” nods curtly, the words feeling like a second knife through her old wounds. “why come back and make yourself known if you're just planning on doing it all over again ?”
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“ it's my preferred ingredient. the chocolate dries faster too so less of a chance of it falling again. ” she pointed to the empty little bowl of what once was melted white chocolate on her own table, trying her best to ignore the uncomfortable situation they both seemed to be in. the familiarity of the activity not exactly helping with it though, she could still remember the few times shyla was nothing but a child and vivi would let her help make snacks. “ i have this friend who's a chocolatier and she makes the best artisanal mint chocolate bon-bons in the world, i'll bring you back some next time i'm in austria. it wouldn't work for a gingerbread house but i swear it will change your life. ”
" Oh, no, I haven't tried that, I'll have to give that a go," she said, trying to maintain a cheery tone as she fought back the many questions she's wanted to ask since Vivi and Bean had split. Probably she should be over it by now, its not like it had been her relationship after all. "Mint chocolate is such a wonderful combination, Andes mints are fantastic and what I was planning on using for shingles," she continued, putting down her frosting bag to get some chocolate instead.
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vivi only nodded, making blond waves move seamlessly, glad that the woman beside her knew exactly what she was speaking of. at times, she'd mention something and be met with confused looks and questions. this happily wasn't one of those times. “ mhm, that's what i'm saying: what's a few blisters and a little pain if you get to look really good ? ” a lot. it was a lot, but she'd done it before and survived so it wouldn't kill her to do it again. “ and that's only because it still looks a mess. i swear, i only brought so much when coming back and organizing that closet is still hard work. ” but that was because she had a very specific way of doing so and it wouldn't look good for vivi until she managed to get every piece of clothing in its specifically categorised area of the room. “ kids. ” vivi promptly replied with a teasing smile.
“snuck up on me, that's all,” she waves it off, only laughing at herself now. she'd never been one to scare when it actually mattered, instead choosing to jump at the silly things like movies or a practical joke. ears perk at the mention of celine dion, feeling as if vivi had read her mind. “okay, exactly ! if miss dion can do it, then so can i.” mischief crosses her features, pulling vivi closer with their hooked arms as they walked. “but that means that i get to borrow some of your boots. which means i get to see that glorious closet you've been keeping so well hidden from me.” she feels proud of herself, smirk settling and eyes moving forward to look at the trail ahead of them. “fuck ‘em ! who needs a man, anyway ? what can they add to our lives we don't already have, am i right ?”
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the shake of his head came accompanied by a raised index finger, both there to emphasize the words kendrick would say next. “ that's not what i said. ” or what he meant. point being: she misunderstood him. “ think of it like this: if you have a very affectionate memory of going to christmas markets with your mother and that's a holiday tradition that you do every year and you just so happened to eat elephant ears in one of those times, you will link elephant ears to those great memories and that alone will make you love it. i'm not saying it's bad, just that what people associate it to makes them think it is way better than it actually is. ” which was bland. the thing was bland.
winona's eyebrows raise as the other announces himself, totally unsure what might come out of his mouth. upon hearing his hot take, however, she finds herself stifling a laugh ( incredibly grateful it was something as silly as this ). “how could you, uh, have good memories with something that ISN'T good ? isn't that, um… aren't good memories supposed to come from good things ?” personally, she didn't have opinions on elephant ears either way-- she'd never had one.
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of course he had. kenny could've seen how much lighter the locks had gotten from a town away. the way leon answered his question with another question though had him frowning. “ what do you mean do i oil my hair ? of course i do, don't you ? ” god only knew how hard he was fighting the urge to say that's some white people shit. kendrick couldn't remember a time when he didn't oil his hair, it likely would fall off if he stopped too. still, he hugged the other tightly with a couple of light taps to his back as most welcome back hugs end. “ yeah, yeah, sure you did with your big rockstar schedule. ”
"yup," leon chuckles as he sees kenny approaching him. "i did retouch the bleach, yeah. thanks for noticing," he grins and runs a hand through his curls. "wait, you oil your hair?" the blond has never been to careful about his own. bleach, bleach and that's it. even if sometimes his roots show, it doesn't matter. it's the look, isn't it? it's the rock 'n roll look he goes for. "now stop pressing me about my hair and give me a hug, man. missed ya."
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the man had no other choice but to raise both hands in surrender. he'd gotten caught on his half lie and, despite his many efforts, kendrick wasn't very good at the whole dishonesty thing. “ what can i say, my constant proximity with five-year-olds influenced my maturity in some areas. seeing people fall and get in trouble are peak comedy for me. show me someone getting yelled at for falling and i'll laugh for hours. ” a hyperbole, of course. he would however spare a few good minutes of his day to it. perhaps a bellyache and some tears too but that would be the extent of it. that didn't mean he'd ever let her fall only for his amusement. “ there's no need to get that dramatic, i won't let you fall. and that's not a good idea, do you know how sharp these skates are to have people skate around you when you're on the floor ? the smallest concern you'd have there would be a new haircut. ” and the biggest likely a lost finger. “ o-kay, it wasn't majority of the time and not just you, we just spoke about that. but i'll contain myself from here on, how about that ? ”
it was very much evident to her that he certainly wasn't very good with excuses as he thought he was. and because of that? it made her laugh a little bit. but you know what? the attempt to try and make her not feel as bad was kind of him. even if it was something she saw right through. " see! i knew that you were laughing at me a little bit. but the fact that you're laughing at a stranger... at least it wasn't mostly me. " hadley's may have been more constant and due to the fact that her balance was absolutely terrible and if she wanted to stay on the ice without doing so she may have needed to hold onto something if she wasn't holding onto kendrick's hands right about now. " i am trusting you here. but do not let go! because you know what would happen? i would be right back on the ground again. and if that's the case have everyone skate around me because i refuse to get up then. " she'd laugh with a shake of her head at the thought. with his guidance hadley would continue to hold onto his arm while her skates carefully would glide around on the ice. " i don't doubt that you would laugh. you've laughed at me a majority of us being on the ice now. "
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right hand flew to position itself atop his chest as a feigned look of offence took over his features. “ that was not a threat, it was an invitation. ” of sorts. more so an announcement seeing that kenny hadn't actually given mal a chance to say no. his prematurely victorious look almost disappeared at the other's statement, momentarily wondering if he had made a mistake thinking this would be easy. but then he remembered what he did for a living. “ glueing is only a part of it. a small one. how are you with a paint brush ? ”
Malachi couldn't help but sputter out a laugh at Kenny's words. "Okay, okay," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender, "no need to threaten me." Mal was not the craftiest person and he knew that, in the face of Kenny's particular expertise, he was bound to make himself look like a fool, but he was oddly okay with that. It was all in the holiday spirit after all. "Be warned, though. I'm really good at glueing things."
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each time she asked was another shake of his head. he knew exactly what he had seen, the subjects of their last little catch-up session basically giving the two enough to go through at least a full hour of development discussion on the story previously spoken on. his head only stopped with the negative movement the second juliet got her eyes on the couple. “ i never joke about these things. ” he did, but only after all the facts were laid on the table. this time, he had not. “ eh, i don't know. he's got many, many years of experience on us. maybe the book was just for courage. ” he did laugh at her question, now imagining the book under the wonky tree in his living room. “ how to date for dummies, is that the book ? no, thank you. if you have learn how to be single after ending a long relationship for idiots, however, i might take it. but how are you not having mr. jefferson luck ? is it because there are no good options ? ”
thou shall not gossip, or something to that effect always serves to be the poorly timed after thought once parting ways, but in his company, well, they are one hot beverage away from unearthing the entirety of palmview's secrets. “ you're joking! ” she cranes her neck in compliance, searching for their topic of conversation among a sea of familiar faces. though it's a downturn pull of the corners of her lips that gives way to the answer if she has spotted mr. jefferson. “ you're joking, ” her hazel eyes turn to the man with all the information, searching for some sign of fabrication in his gossip, “ you're not joking. ” she huffs, the sort that comes with a mixture of both relief and frustration. “ i should be worried that he's got a better love life than i do, shouldn't i? ” her lips skew in thought. “ are you having mr. jefferson luck? or do you need that book wrapped under the tree with my employee discount. ”
#why do we always write gossipers? are we projecting?#✦ kenny ・ writing .#・ kenny & juliet .#rcdamancy
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“ yeah, two left feet. ” he stated, hiding the fact that the many times his kids were brought to lana's class he paid far too much attention and maybe learned a thing or two himself by participating on said classes under the excuse of helping encourage the kids not to be shy. something kendrick himself knew little about because, the second she asked to see a move, he did not think twice before starting a little two-step to find the rhythm. “ now here comes the real thing, you ready ? ” and then he went into a baltimore strut. the one move he'd been so proud of himself for learning and would show off at any given opportunity. that one was just exhibit a. “ thank you, thank you. you wanna hire me now, huh ? too bad, i already have a job. you're lucky they're not playing glorilla, i could out-twerk you. ” gone was his humble persona, giving room to his now overly-confident yet lacking the talent to back it up façade.
there's a tilt of her head as she glances across at him, grin growing as he speaks. " oh, is that so ? " nova teases, and now she's moving, surveying him with a mock critical gaze, pretending to size him up. nova isn't exactly the teaching kind — that's more so her dance partner's forte. most of her life, before pairing up, had been spent solely focused on her own spot, beating the competition. something she still very much feels like she has to do now, just in another way. " okay, fine. i'm willing to help you out a little here, but . . . you have to show me at least one move first, you know, so i can see what i'm working with here. " a hand comes up to her chest, a teasing show of sincerity, sharp gaze softening as she meets his eyes. " no judgment, i promise. "
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MARGOT ROBBIE AFI Awards, January 12, 2024
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