Vale-x​:

“I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares.”

— Saul Bass (via wnq-art)

blakemadden​:

Blake was taking the metro Uptown at probably the busiest time of the day, which is hindsight was a mistake, because it was busy as hell. No one had offered her a seat so the woman was holding tightly onto one of the handles hanging from a ceiling strap with one hand and cradling her sizeable bump with the other. Trying not to fall asleep from the rhythmic rocking of the train carriage she made a point of looking around her with attentiveness she usually reserved for when she was frosting something intricate. Maybe some significant people watching would stop her from dozing off. Eyes flicking between the figures that were also in the carriage they were the usual rag tag bunch of New York City residents, in that there was nothing about any of them that was expected, which was what kept the city fun after all. When her eyes fell on Leo she didn’t even register that it was him at first, doing a significant double take, her eyes widening. This was not planned. “Leo…” she exclaimed, face going pale.

-

Once he made it to her, their surprised expressions were matched. He reached up and gripped on the yellow strap tighter now as his mind was running faster than the train that treatened to throw him off balance. “Blake,” he managed to choke out from his dry mouth. he focused on her pale hand on a sizable bump jutting from her hips. His mind couldn’t even think of the one word to describe what she was. There was no way. No way. His denial repeating like a prayer. His big eyes kept shifting from her face to her stomach. “Wh-wha-what’s?” he gaped unable to form a coherent question. “I just saw you-why-” he husked out. his mind then began to process in it’s usual selfish way, and the realization that it could be his began to formulate. 

xbhandri​:

@le0davis​

“Don’t you dare say anything. I don’t want to know. Just because you’re teaching my ex-husband how to act does not mean I want to know if he word vomited anything about our night together. Tell me everything.” Xavier quickly backtracked on what he was rambling about. “No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. Why is sex so good? Not with him. Okay, like, with him, but in general. I meant in general.” He scrunched his face with a small tilt to his head. Taking a sip of his drink, he tried to ignore the feelings instead. “So what about Broadway. What’s your dream role, lover boy?”

-

Leo laughed after Xavier went on a little tangent. His relationship between Nate was a completely different vibe than his with Xavier. with Nate, Leo was a teacher and felt such responsibilty with him. with Xavier, Leo was himself; the good and the bad fully. Xavier was the only one who knew everything. hell, xavier added fuel to Leo’s fire. “Sex is so good.” He agreed quietly with his body slack on the couch and his hand and a halful glass resting on his thigh. “Dream role?” He repeated and then proceeded to murmur himself as he thought about it. “Any male lead.” He answered but he felt it was too general. “Roger from RENT.” His heart answered. “That would be fucking sick.” His enthused, still just a simple theater kid underneath the full beard. 

Text !! Nate & Leo

Nate: If I said that I liked the last class would it be a compliment or really really creepy?

Nate: cause it's definitely not creepy!!

Nate: is it creepy that I started this conversation?

Nate: okay but forget it

Nate: sorry sorry sorry!

Nate: don't kick me out :(

Nate: I was just complimenting your teaching and acting abilities and nothing more!!

Leo: Is this your way of confessing your love for me?

Leo: You needa lay off whatever your vices are, kid, but I'll take this as a compliment.

renfarber​:

Ren took out her phone (a cardinal sin of movie-watching, but nobody else was around to care), and hesitated before opening the folder. It was weird how instinctual and animalistic it was, this need to protect her baby. Logically she knew that showing a photo of her child wouldn’t put him in any danger - especially not with Leo. He’d always been so good to Ren, even when she hadn’t deserved it. Leo wouldn’t hurt a soul, right?

So she tapped the folder and found her favorite picture of her son. “His name is Max,” she said, beaming at the photo before showing it to Leo. “I named him after my dad.” She waited for the inevitable comment about Max’s blue eyes - the first thing everyone noticed. Every other part of Max had come straight from Ren, but his father’s eyes were all anyone wanted to talk about. They were beautiful, though, she had to admit. 

“It’s… bizarre, how much has changed, huh?”

-

Leo squinted at the imagine of a baby boy in a onesie with his limbs up as if reaching towards the camera. It was clear to see that the boy was happily reaching out towards his mom. It brought a smile to Leo’s face as he realized this. He looked a little longer now and only saw the bits of her that were passed down to her child... especially that smile. “Max,” he repeated the name then finally met her eyes at their new close proximity. “He’s beautiful, he looks just like you.” Leo commented, holding his stare on her face. Realizing what he said, he felt a blush start at the nape of his neck. He’d indirectly had called her beautiful. He cleared his throat trying to shake off the feeling. “Yeah, it is bizarre.” He said trying to get his mind back on track. “You have a baby, and I’m married. Who’d have thought?”

A Cinderella Story (2004) dir. Mark Rosman

And just like that, she’s the victim again. Masterful.

YOU | 3.02 “So I Married an Axe Murderer“

miavxga​:

If Mia could say that the bar was her second home, she would but she didn’t want to sound like an alcoholic. She stood by the counter, sipping her drink when a guy approached her. It was clear he was drunk not only by the way he was slurring his words a bit but the smell as well. Mia tried to turn him down nicely and move away from his touch but it had seemed it wasn’t working. 

“Excuse me for a moment.” she said with a fake sweet smile before stepping away, she spotted the closest person to her. She approached them and lightly touched their arm. “Hi, sorry to bother you but i have a huge favor to ask. There’s this creep watching me right now and I really need to make it seem like i’m taken. Now i’m not trying to cause a scene, just obvious enough for him to get the hint. Think you can help me out? i’ll owe you with a free drink.” She said, this time a genuine smile in hopes they’ll agree. 

-

Leo’s eyes widened when he felt a touch on his arm. His whole body stiffened. This could have been some weird silent call for a fight. He did have the tendency to look at everyone funny. He turned and he was surprised to see that it wasn’t some big guy he might have rolled his eyes at. Instead, but a gorgeous woman. He blinked repeatedly as she spoke to him. How did these stunning women in bars always seem to find him? He listened to her task at hand, and figured this could be his one good deed today. It wouldn’t be a hard one either way. 

And her reward completely had him on board. A free drink? Game on. Being an acting coach, had its’ perks, he was able to read and micmic facial expressions and body language. A perfect mirror of any person. Without any further inkling that he was going to take this on, he immediately snaked his right arm around her waist. His fingers splayed out against the material of her clothing, before pressing his fingers to her body possessively, that it brought her closer. “Do you think this is doing the trick?” He asked, lowly, his vocal fry deepening as he brought his face down to hers. He did this another layer to the act, showing off intimacy as their faces were mere inches within each other. This wasn’t a hard task at all to look deep into this beautiful stranger’s eyes. For a moment, letting himself believe, methodically, that he was looking at someone he loved and ached for. “Can you peek and see if it’s working?” He asked once again in a husked voice.

krosxn​:

Katz just looked at him as his ex-husband was mentioned. “Maybe if enough people say it you’ll believe it on day.” Oliver and he were in a good place. They were supportive of each other. Katz would always love him. He’d always have a special place for him in his heart, but he had to do what was best for himself. Oliver wasn’t a good environment for his creative process. He didn’t sign up to take care of someone else like that and get nothing in return. For better or worse didn’t mean much when there was no better. “At least we’re more functional than you and your wife.”

-

Leo just laughed, but was a moment delayed. His senses were still weary, but he could certainly hear the ice in Katz’s words. “I’m still sensing some hostility there Kitty Katz.” He waved a palm gesturing to Katz’ invisible aura. Leo didn’t know too much detail of why his favorite pair of husbands had called it quits. He only knew that his trio had turned into three shattered relationships. Leo, however, didn’t like it one bit once his partner was brought up. His pulse racing faster with alcohol in his veins. “What the fuck is that suppose to mean, man?” Leo questioned, his voice no longer in a lighthearted slur, yet his body was unable to straighten up. “You shut your mouth, my marriage is fucking functional.”