i have a disease that makes me get real stupid whenever i hear a song from the 1980s and it’s called being bisexual
He adopted the role of being a father so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a protector. (inspo)
@jazzyjones
this is the craziest thing she’s ever done. or … at the very least, it’s within her top three. flying from new york to california only to completely abandon the place within a few days. for canada in the middle of winter. maybe things had messed with her head a little more than she’d ever realized. maybe escaping america altogether for a solid few days was the real healing she needed.
or maybe she was just crazy.
which was entirely possible and entirely okay. things had changed so drastically as of late and she couldn’t bring herself to care about anything beyond her own needs. and her needs had pointed her to canada and pedro before she could even think it through entirely. the plane ticket had been purchased within seconds of his invitation and god, she was putting so much into this but he had been the only source of light as of late. she selfishly wanted every ounce of that light in every aspect of her every day life.
as she waited for her one bag, jasmine switched her phone from airplane mode back to normal; waiting a solid minute or so for things to kick back in. a few instagram notifications, twitter, this and that, and pedrito. thank god she had already cleared customs and this anxious waiting period wouldn’t last much longer.
[TEXT] hey you. just grabbing my bag and i’ll be right there ;) why are you apologizing?? i get it. thank you for coming to pick me up ^_^ can’t wait to see you.
Grinning, he climbed out of his rental and started towards the elevators. The parking garage was empty for the most part and he was thankful for the quiet. So much of his life was constant chaos that he always treasured the moments where lights and sounds and human interaction were all turned down low rather than ramped up.
Tugging his coat around himself a bit tighter, he watched the snow fall through the windows near the elevators. It had been coming down thick and fluffy since this morning and he was deeply grateful Jasmine’s flight hadn’t been cancelled, the plane having snuck through in between two storms, the second of which was ramping up now.
He felt bad she wouldn’t get to see as much of the city as he’d wanted to show her. But a part of him remained selfishly gleeful. Heavier snowfall meant they’d have to stay in the hotel. Alone. And he didn’t expect to cross any lines she wasn’t comfortable with. Honestly, he needed a slower pace himself. But just the thought of staying locked away with her all day, eating room service and surfing paper view channels sort of felt like cutting class and he was excited for it.
“There she is!” His smile took over his face when she appeared out of the elevators, until little crows feet wrinkled near his eyes. Arms opening to the girl, he pulled her in for a hug and kissed her forehead. “Hola, mi dulce! How was your flight, hmm? I was worried it’d get cancelled with all this snow...”
baby, it’s cold outside;
He’d had every intention of striding right inside and waiting for her at baggage claim with a cute little sign he’d made. ‘Peggy Schuyler’ it read, a cheeky but loving tribute to the character she’d originated on broadway’s Hamilton. He’d been so excited that he’d stayed up an extra hour carefully piecing the sign together by hand with craft supplies he’d picked up after work yesterday. Normally, Pedro was driven around by a man hired from the studio when he was on location for a job. But he’d rented a car for the week so he could show Jasmine around without any distractions and figured he’d pick her up himself.
Hyped up on adrenaline and two cups of coffee, it’s not until he’s sped down the highway to the airport and parked in it’s garage that he remembers. He can’t just waltz into an airport and stand in a crowd. They’d never make it out of there. And poor Jasmine would probably end up a twitter hashtag by tomorrow morning.
Dragging in a breath, he lets it out sharply, annoyed with himself for not planning this out beyond his own excitement. Sitting in the front seat of the rented SUV, Pedro picked up his phone and ignored the 246 notifications on his SMS app. Instead, he clicked open the picture pinned at the top of his messages that featured Smashley Rose herself.
[TEXT] : ¡bienvenidas bonita! can you meet me in the parking garage? level 4. I’ll come over to the elevators. sorry :( just don’t want you to get stuck watching me take selfies for an hour or three
whoa, whoa, whoa. whoa. 7/11 isn’t a candy store ? what the fuck, pedrito ? i’m pretty sure jesus has me on a watch list. but i’ll take it, i guess ?
brilliant mind this one. i need a whole book of your wisdom.
jesus watch listed dat ass...
smashley: i sure am. oops :P so i shouuulld arrive around nine tomorrow morning. as long as there’s no delays
smashley: i am ! is that okay ?
pedro: of course it’s okay! always. as long as it’s you
pedro: nine tomorrow morning? okay...that feels far away suddenly lol I should be able to get there. if I can’t I may have to send a car for you. although at this rate the snow will probably shut down set again lol I’m so... you’re amazing. I really don’t even have words. thank you for being so generous with your time
has anyone ever told you that you’re a poet ? i feel completely rejuvenated from your words alone. you’re completely right. this ache in the pit of my stomach is going to help so much. got any other incredible advice up there, pedrito ?
actually, I do: listen to your elders, niña. stay in school. don’t do drugs. don’t get confused, that 7/11 is NOT a candy store. and one last thing? jesus loves you.
ask and you shall receive.
smashley: oh ? 🥰
smashley: my finger slipped and i booked a plane ticket oops
smashley: so i guess i need to pack and book it to the airport :P
pedrito: wait... actually? are you flying into calgary?? what time will you be here?
pedrito: you really coming to see old me??
pedrito. 📲 smashley 🌹
pedrito: it is officially too cold here to be on my own and I am humbly asking for your assistance, señorita
oh…well, when you put it that way, i suppose a pre nup would cover my ass too if i broke your back.
I mean, my back’s already pretty fucked up and you’re probably the last person I could try to blame...which is rather unfortunate. But c’est la vie...
Oh dude, this Canadian boy has never been so glad to be out of there for the winter in my life. My mom keeps telling me she’s gotta wear three layers just to be even remotely warm. A cult leader, yeah? Sounds pretty wicked if you ask me. Much better than being an actor or singer, for sure.
One of the PA’s working on getting everything scheduled for when we go back keeps texting me telling me how they keep having to cancel budget meetings and scouting trips just because of how bad the weather is. Like the power will go out and they can’t even do virtual meetings. I’m a little scared for my life but I guess it’s been a good run here while it’s lasted, you know? Can’t complain.
Yeah, who wants to be an actor? 2/10 do not recommend
you know when you’re just starting to feel settled in a place again but then you have to pack up and get back to work ? i’m deeply thankful i have a job to go back to but i already miss new york. so much. on the bright side, at least the sun in los angeles will be nice. someone hype me up and tell me it won’t be so bad being away from new york for the duration of my filming schedule. @lalightsstarter
new york is superior to los angeles... not enough hype in the world to change that, bonita. my only advice? don’t run away from missing anything. lean into it. aching for another place or time is some of the deepest emotional energy you can tap into. harness that power and use it in your work
that makes one of us. i’ll get my lawyer to send over some papers to your lawyer before i do anything. just incase i break your back completely.
like a waiver of liability or like a pre nup...? asking for my lawyer.