i dnt really give a f.ck & my excuse is that i'm young. ♥♥

heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!

swim good x frank ocean
 
mentioned; @nadiaa @gianna @ssaarah @state-of-grace ---if i need to change something, just let me know. =D
 

august 8, 2o12 | detroit rock city 2.o
 
rocket;;
 
I strolled into the café, with Kimber pulling up the rear. I know what you were thinking- if I hated my girlfriend so much, why is she always around? Well, you see, Kimber is clingy; and she rarely ever lets me out of her sight. Something to do with all men is cheaters. And before her parents’ whole messy divorce situation, I never had a problem with Kimber. This all started seven months ago when we spotted her father coming out of the Bellagio with a woman who didn’t resemble Kimber’s mother. But wait, the story gets crazier. Since all you women stick together anyway, Kimber decided it was a good idea to tell her mother- the same mother that was having an affair of her own. So you can imagine how court is going, huh? But Kimber’s not your problem, unfortunately she is mine.
I shook my head out of my reverie, spotting my cousin sitting in a corner. She must be waiting on someone. I turned to Kimber.
“Order my favorite, I’ll be back.” I walked off before she could ask any questions.
“Aria, my favorite cousin,” I pulled her up into a bear hug. I knew how much she hated those. I honestly think that’s why I continue to give them to her.
“Rocket, I can’t breathe.” I laughed and released her. In return she hit me on the arm.
Fixing her hair, she spoke. “You know how much I hate those hugs. Why can’t you hug me like a normal person, geesh?”
I smiled with a shrug. Some things never change.
I reached for one of her pastries, “so, how come you hooked Eli up with Jordyn and not me.”
She looked up from her phone and stared into my eyes. “Well, I just thought if something were to happen between you and Jordyn, it would have happened by now.”
“You could have put in a good word for me.”
“I thought Eli was your best friend, you should be happy for him,” she smiled.
“I am happy for him,” I smiled, putting the last bite into my mouth. “But I would be happier if it were me.”
“But you have a girlfriend,” she laughed and pointed towards an angry Kimber.
“Don’t remind me.”
“Speaking of Eli, how is he doing with the band?”
I nodded, “he fits right in. But honestly, Ben leaving was the best thing that could have happened for the band. I’m still trying to talk Eli into making this a permanent thing.”
“Good luck with that,” she laughed. “How is Faye holding up?”
I thought about that question for a moment. So far Faye was okay. The question was how long Faye was going to be okay.
“Faye’s a tough cookie, but you can hear her pain in her music. Whenever her and Ben go through these “trying” times, her music is f.cking brilliant, something f.cking epic. It’s like, like-well, I can’t explain it, but it’s different than when Ben is around.”
She nodded, as if she understood.
“Rocket!” I looked up to the angry face of Kimber. “Are you ready yet? We do have other things to do.”
I looked to Aria, who had a scowl on her face. Kimber was never her favorite person. “Aria-“
“No, you go ahead.” She stood up, “I need to be getting out of here anyway.”
I smiled and stood up as well. “You going to finish those,” I pointed to the delicious pastries on the table.
“You can have them, Rocket.”
I smiled, pulling her into me. “That’s why you are my favorite cousin.”
She laughed, pulling herself away. “I am pretty d.mn amazing.”
“Stay out of trouble, Aria.”
“I’m a total angel.”
“I grew up with you, I know you.”
She began to walk backwards, “then you would know that I am a total angel.”
I heard huffing and puffing from beside me. I turned to look at Kimber, “where’s my coffee?”
“I didn’t order it. If you would have been paying attention to me, then you would know that.”
I rolled my eyes, “f.ck it, I’ll get my own coffee.”
 

“Okay, Rocket, your party is in two days and you still haven’t found a caterer. I’ve taken care of everything else; all you had to do was find a caterer.”
I looked up from my bassist. “Kimber, it’s nothing but a bunch of band players, drunks and druggies. All I told you to do was buy plenty of alcohol.”
“Baby, that’s so ew! I’ll find a caterer for-“
“Kimber, no. Matter of fact, I’ll go buy the alcohol. And all that other fancy sh.t you have, cancel that too.”
“Rocket-“
“Not today. I’m working on new music, and I don’t need you coming in here causing me to have a headache.”
Silence.
“Sorry to be such a bother to you. I was only trying to help.” I heard her soft words before she stood up and walked out of the room.
F.ck. F.ck. F.ck.
I placed the bassist softly on the carpeted floor and followed the direction she went. I found her in the kitchen putting up dinner.
“Kimber?”
No answer.
I walked around the island and gently grabbed her by the waist, turning her to face me.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Why not? It’s what you meant.”
I sighed. “Kimber-“
“No,” she placed both hands on my chest and pushed herself off me, “I understand. My father treated my mother the same way.”
And there it was. She played this card every time we got to this point.
I pulled her back into me, gently placing my hand on her face. “I’m not your father, Kimber. And you are not your mother.”
I kissed away the few tears that begin to slowly fall down her gorgeous face. I guess the truth of the matter was I did care for Kimber. I just missed the old Kimber.
“I love you, Rocket.”
F.ck.

she x tyler the creator (feat. frank ocean)
 

july 16, 2o12 | detroit rock city 2.o
 
rocket;;
 

“Baby?”
 
I rolled my eyes at the sound of my girl-friend calling out for me. It was day four of her being at my place, and I was already tired of her being here. I figured if I spent most of my time with the band, she would get the picture. Of course, that didn’t work. She was still here. I continued to watch Iron Man on the plasma TV.
 
“Rocket?”
 
Moments later, I read heels clicking across the floor as they neared the living room.
 
“Rocket, I know you heard me calling you?”
 
I reached for the remote to pause the DVD. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
 
Yeah, that was clearly a lie.
 
“Should I wear the red heels or the yellow heels?”
 
I twisted my face in confusion. I can’t believe she screamed for me, possibly waking up the whole damn building to ask me about shoes.
 
“Red,” I shrugged. “Where are you going?”
 
“To the concert with you, silly.”
 
I shook my head. “I didn’t get you a ticket, babe.”
 
Her smile quickly dropped. C.ocking her head to the side, she stared at me. Silence.
 
“Sorry.”
 
“But Rocket, you knew I wanted to go,” she wined.
 
“When I asked you two days ago, Kimber, you said you didn’t want to see some old band play,” I used air quotes.
 
“Well, I had a change of heart.”
 
I shrugged, “a little too late now.”
 
“Rocket, you mom’s in the band for crying out loud. It shouldn’t be a problem for you to score one extra ticket.”
 
She may have been right, but I wasn’t going to admit to that. If I wanted to have a good time, then I needed to do it without Kimber being there.
 
She walked towards me, standing between my legs. She smiled sweetly, “Sugarplum?”
 
I rolled my eyes. I hated those stupid a.ss pet names she gave me. Again, I questioned myself on why I was still with her. I mean, in her world, our relationship was a fairy tale. I guess that was my entire fault for not telling her how I actually felt, or the fact that I never broke sh.t off. But you see, I just couldn’t find myself to break her heart. At least not right now while her parents were going through a rough divorce; or the fact that she could do amazing things with her mouth. I shook my head, clearing the explicit images from my mind.
 
I looked up at Kimber, waiting for what I knew was to come next.
 
“Can’t you just tell your mom to leave you another ticket at the door,” she said softly as she dropped to her knees.
 
I already knew the answer was going to be yes.
 

 
“I’m serious, Rocket,” Jordyn laughed. I didn’t like this conversation at all.
 
With a twisted look of disgust on my face, I replied. “Please stop talking.”
 
“I'm just saying if your parents ever wanted to have a threesome they should call me.”
 
I starred at Jordyn to see if she was serious. I really couldn’t tell, and that’s what scared me. “Gross.”
 
I turned my attention back to my bass.
 
“I'm serious. It’s clear why you’re so fuc.king hot.”
 
“See now we’re talking about things I like to talk about,” I grinned, looking up at her. I knew Jordyn secretly wanted me. The ladies can’t resist the gorgeous smile.
 
“Don’t let anyone steal my seat,” she said as she walked away.
 
“Where are you going? I thought we were going to talk about how hot I am,” I called after her.
 
I glanced back down at my bass, my thoughts drifting back to Kimber. She had won again. I peaked at my watch; she should be here any minute now. Apparently, she didn’t like any of the shoes she brought to my place, so she needed to run home and grab a pair.
 
“Boo.”
 
I looked up to see Faye. I smiled as she slid in the booth.
 
I glanced around. “Where’s Ben?”
 
She shrugged as Jordyn made it back to the table.
 
“Wow. That was the very definition of a quickie,” she said to Faye. Turning to glare at me, she scolded, “I told you to save my seat.”
 
“I'm sorry are we back in high school? Damn I should have left my purse there. That would have stopped her.” I said sarcastically, focusing my attention on my bass.
 
“Smartas.s,” she took the seat next to Faye. “Where’d Ben go?”
 
“I don’t know.”
 
“So cheery today we all are,” I heard Jordyn say. “Come on guys we have tickets to see the Cellar Rats!”
 
I scoffed, “yeah, like I’ve never heard them before.”
 
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thanks to @state-of-grace & @ssaarah!

schoolin' life x beyonce
 
this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS nows!

purple haze x jimi hendrix

creator x santogold
 
[collab with the wonderful @elizabeth-kate]
 

 
7.5.12 |The Rose Court Apartments
Bailey;;

I begin sitting up my station when Chase came over to my area. "I just wanna check in and see how things are going?"

"Good, good." And I didn't lie, I was pretty content with my life at the moment. I was doing something I loved; I was making money doing something I loved. Other than my step-sister living with me, life was good.

"Good," he clasped his hands together. He stood up and walked to the center of the salon.

"I just wanna announce that we have a big gig coming up. We are," he paused for dramatic effect.

"What, what," Misha, the lead hairstylist asked.

"Well, the fabulous Shirley Stevenson has asked us could we do hair and make up for her fashion show next week. Exciting, right?"

"Hell yeah."

"Alright."

"That's what I'm talking about."

"But, we must first give her an idea of what we are going to do. We meet with her in two days. Bailey," Chase turned to me. "You will be our model. So tomorrow, I want at least two ideas from each of you at tomorrow's meeting. Got it? Good."

He smiled and walked back to his office.

I was excited. This was major news for the shop. The whole salon was buzzing with excitement as the first few customers begin walking into the shop.

I looked up from organizing my brushes at the sound of my name being called. Stevie, standing next to a red-head girl, was beckoning for me. I guess it was time for my first client, a new fresh face. I walked to the front, introducing myself. I guided her towards my chair, my busy day had officially begun. I was applying moisturizer to her skin when she finally spoke.

"Hi."

"Hello." Her greeting was a little late, and kinda shocked me actually. She seemed as if the last thing she wanted done was make-up.

"Can I just say, without this being weird that you’re hair is awesome,” she said with a smile.

"Thank you," I smiled all the while concentrating.

"No, really, I'm jealous," she smiled. "I think I should maybe bleach mine back to blonde, I’ve been thinking about it."

It seemed as if she was talking more to herself than me, but I replied anyway.

"Well, you are certainly in the right place."

"Nah, I think I'm just gonna keep it red."

I laughed a little, "well, it does look good on you."

And that wasn't a lie. The red was striking against her fair skin. And I didn't want her make-up to take away from that. The girl was gorgeous. And as I finished primping her face, I realized I remember her from the Rose Court Apartments. I didn't do much socializing or attend many of the functions, but I have seen her around a few times.

"So what's the special occasion? Any particular look you are going for?"

"Uhm," she said as she cocked her a head a little, "I don't understand why I'm here, but Ryan made me come. So, I don't know."

Ryan? "Who's Ryan? Is that the hot guy who dropped you off?"

I reached for my Sedona Lace powder brush and the powder I would be applying to her face today as I waited for her to tell me who was Ryan.

"Yes, that was Ryan," she nodded enthusiastically.
I laughed a little as I reached for the foundation I would be using on her face today. "Keep your head still."

"Yes, ma'am."

I began to apply the powder when she rushed out, "but he's not my boyfriend!"

"Who isn't your boyfriend," I paused. Then I remembered what we were discussing only moments ago. "Oh, Ryan. That's nice, I guess."

"I'm just telling you because people assume that all the time. Even though, it's not true."

I shrugged. "But you two would make an amazing couple. And besides," i continued as I turned around to reach for a palette of eye shadows and a brush, "he's totally gorgeous. Why wouldn't you want to bed that."

"Cause I know I would," I heard Steven, the hairstylist next to my station commented.

I laughed. Steven was your typical flamboyant gay, and you just had to love him. His bluntness was something to be enjoyed, or at least when you're not on his bad side. And that was one side I stayed away from. I have seen Steven give many a good tongue lashing.

"I mean-" Ivy begin.

"Honey, you better grabbed that man. There's not many gay man, so I know the straight population has to be suffering something awful, girl."

"He may be on to something." I concurred with Steven. I knew I had a hard time with men. Which could totally be the reason I'm single now. They were such d.cks. And afraid of the word: commitment. I wasn't one for just f.cking around. So I figured I could do bad all by my damn self. But, Lord knows I was still looking.

I took a step back, and checked out my handy work. "You are gorgeous, Ivy. And you skin is amazing."

I turned around grabbing some liquid eyeliner. Cat eyes would set the look off amazingly.

"Thanks," she said happily.

Her energy was making me giggle. "So, you and Ryan going on a hot date or something? And I hope he has a car, because I know you don't want to pay all this money to just mess up your make-up."

"The vibrations from that motorcycle will be worth it, honey." Yes, that was Steven.

I laughed. "Oh, my god, Steven, you naughty boy! He's a nasty one," I said to Ivy.

She laughed too. Although, I was curious to know what she was thinking right now. Steven still surprised me with some of the things he say.

"I'm not entirely sure what to say to that."

"Just ignore him," I laughed in a mock whisper. "And answer my question.

Her eyes became wide as if she didn't know what I was talking about. I realize she did this a lot. "What was the question again?"

"Am I making you up for a hot date...with Ryan."

She sighed. "No. Though I wish it was that interesting."

Curiously, I asked, "So then what?"

She shrugged lightly, "some function thingy he and his brother are attending. I go with them all the time to these things. It's boring, but I go because I'm a great friend."

Riiiiiiiiiight.

"I'm almost done, Ivy. Just give me five more minutes," I laughed as she began to drum her fingers on her leg impatiently.

"What? I'm in no rush, take your time."

I laughed. I knew she was lying. "Liar."

"Okay, you are right. Sitting still this long is killing me."

I reached for a peachy lipstick and began applying it to her lips. Finally, and I'm sure to Ivy's delight, I was finish. I turned her around in the chair.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Do you like it," I said as if she should have know what the hell i was talking about.

"I do. I actually do."

"There you are done. Finally," I teased.

She laughed lightly.

"Well, I hope you have fun at your function thingy with Ryan, who is NOT your boyfriend. Oh, and his brother too."

"He's not my boyfriend," she repeated petulantly as she stood.

"That what I said," I replied cheekily. It seemed as if there was more to this story.

"That's not what you meant," she pouted then grinned.

I shrugged. "Maybe not, you'll never know."

She pointed a finger in mock threat. "I do know."

"Sure you do," I shook my head as I spotted the "not boyfriend" leaning against a very expensive car. He's rich, too! She better grab that hunk, rich man. "Now get gone, your Ryan is waiting outside."

She turned and looked. "Bye, Bailey. Bye, Steven. And he's NOT MINE," she called back as the door was shutting.

"Girl, is that him," Steven said as he came and stood beside me.

"Yep."

"Giiiiiiiirl, girl," he threw his hands up and walked away.

I laughed. I was thinking the same thing: lucky girl.y he

so sophisticated x rick ross
 
n a m e: Rocket Montague
a g e: 22
h o m e t o w n: New York
b i o: Landon wanted his son to be smart, and do something with his life; something that wasn't music. Traveling for years with his wife, Lyric, he knew what the music world could do to one's soul. But as one knows, Lyric is very impressionable. So when Rocket told his parents he wanted to be in a band, his father wasn't to happy. But what do you get when a kick-ass bassist and an uptight real estate broker procreate: Rocket Montague. Rocket's not your average celebrity kid. This brainy kid has all the makings to be at the top of the corporate world, and a killer wardrobe to boot. Music started off as just something to do, but he's slowly dedicating more & more of his time. And with his mother behind him 100%, what could really go wrong?
o c c u p a t i o n: student/bassist
m u s i c: Jimi Hendrix, Rick Ross, Otis Redding, GNR, B.B. King, Frank Ocean
l i k e s: music, the New York life & Cali living, men's fashion, the papz
d i s l i k e s: liars, his clingy girl-friend, papers, cofffee
s t a t u s: taken
p a r e n t s: Lyric & Landon Montague
l o o k s: Ryan Gosling
t a k e n; @jasmynnn

Celebrity Style: Nicole Richie

Celebrity Style: Nicole Richie

anyone wanna collab? pleeeeeeeeeeease?
 

 
7.4.12 | The Rose Court Apartments
Bailey;;
 
"Let's go see the fireworks," Danni announced as she jumped on my bed. "And I heard there's a concert too."
 
I pulled the covers over my face, "I'm not in a concert mood, Danni."
 
She snatched the covers, uncovering me completely. "Oh, come on! And I heard Jennifer Hudson is performing as well. And you know how much I love her."
 
"Then go. I'm not stopping you."
 
"Fine," she started as she got comfortable on my bed. "Then I'll stay in here. All night. With you. Singing Jennifer Hudson songs all night. At the top of my lungs," she yelled the last part. "And I am telling you, I'm not goin-"
 
"Alright, Danni, alright," I covered my hears. Danni couldn't sing a lick. "I'll go. Anything to get you to shut up."
 
"I thought you would see it my way," she said gleefully as she hopped off the bed and left the room. "Be ready in one hour, Boobie."
 

"We are seriously gonna have to work on your wardrobe," Danni said as I came out of the room.
 
"What," I looked down at myself, "what's wrong with what I got on?"
 
Personally, I liked my outfit. It was festive.
 
"Everything. And would it kill you to wear a pair of heels. You have great legs; show them off sometime."
 
I pouted. I really did like my outfit though. I looked over at Danni. She was wearing a white tank with the american flag printed on the front, high-waisted blue jean shorts, and a pair of red high heels. I didn't see the point of the heels anyway. We were going to a f.cking concert for crying out loud. We were going to be standing half of the f.cking night. Her feet were going to be killing her before the night was over.
 
So I told her just that.
 
"Danni, we are going to a f.cking concert for crying out loud. We are going to be standing half of the f.cking night. Your feet are gonna be killing you before the night is over."
 
"Excuses. Besides," she raised her right foot slightly, "these are my comfortable heels."
 
I twisted my face and shook my head. We never could relate. You see, Danni was your quintessential "girly-girl". I, on the other hand, dressed for comfort. Cute comfort or comfortably cute, is what I called my style. And I f.cking loved it.
 
"Whatever, Danni, let's go."
 
Less than thirty minutes later, we arrived at the Esplanade. As soon as we got there we were asked to seek shelter. Apparently, there was a threat of a severe thunderstorm. But it didn't last long. About twenty-five minutes later, the concert resumed without a hitch.
 
And I realized I could have stayed home; because as Jennifer Hudson was singing, so was the whole f.cking crowd. I couldn't win for losing.