Get In Line.

Screenland Magazine, September 1929

[ 📲 ] I have a few.

[ 📲 ] Is this about this past weekend?

@hcllywoodending

{sms ; toni} hey. you got a minute?

who do you 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐦𝐞 with?

play my personal matchmaker and tell me who you think i should date. wrestlers, celebrities, fictional characters — any / all acceptable.

Toni looked up from her phone, face to face with her robes. Her eyes pan further upwards until she's looking directly at.. well..

"I can always make time for a fan!" The trans-atlantic accent she used on camera slipped out, a dramatic hand flew onto her forehead. "Get the picture quickly, darling, I can't hold this pose forever." Her posture straightened before pushing her chest out. To finish the pose, she quickly closed her eyes and pursed her lips.

Like she had stated, it didn't last long. She opened one eye to look at him, her facade cracking and falling apart into a short laugh. Her hands reached out to grab at the robes that Joseph chose to don for the party. "Have you been raiding my closet when I'm not home?"

who : @rockhardjuicerobinson when : april 17 where : florida . daddio farm

Patches of grass and gravel crunched underneath Toni’s boots as she looked for a spot to set up her blankets and snacks. Most of the good spots had been taken by others who had arrived earlier than she had, so now she was completely determined to find a spot that was good enough.

She had brought ‘pigs in a blanket,’ as explained to her by Liv. Cocktail weenies wrapped in crescent dough — It was an easy recipe she had learned when she first started being invited to shows and their subsequent after parties. It made a good first impression. They were cheap and easy to make, and everyone seemed to enjoy them, so somewhere down the line they became a staple for Toni to bring to events.

The weather was cold for it being May in Florida. Sixty degrees is not ideal, but it’s times like these that Toni is grateful for being partnered with a clothing brand. She was dressed very comfortably, an animal print hoodie hung loosely from her frame, SPLX branded sweatpants to top off the cozy outfit. Her hair was still curled from Dynamite the night before - albeit pulled up haphazardly so she could put her blankets down - and her face was stripped of the dramatic red lip she had become known for.

A ‘Trader Joe’s’ branded tote bag was dropped onto the ground in front of her. She pulled out a large blanket to lay on the dirt, another to wrap around her shoulders. While making her way outside, Toni managed to throw a couple of snacks and drinks into her bag. Thus, with a ‘thump’ of her landing butt-first onto the blanket, she had firmly planted herself in a spot where she would stay for the rest of the night.

[ 📲 ] Yeah, we were drunk.

[ 📲 ] I don’t think there’s any official paperwork we get for getting married by Elvis, so we can just pretend nothing happened.

[ 📲 ] And my ring pop melted into one of my shirts 😠

@hcllywoodending

{sms ; toni} hey. you got a minute?

I don’t know where that beak has been!!

Woke up to a chicken standing on my head. That’s new.

Get a hot bath in your schedule right after.

how do you hype yourself up for the pain of a ladder match, asking for a friend?

Instructions unclear: Am I meant to dig the soil to plant or dig the soil up like a dog.

life’s a garden. dig it.

I chose not to comment on anything else.

Jon and I? That's news to me..