nemophilist.

#( edith s. // visage. )#simply bc bby has an emmy

marril96

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jane-fonda

KATHRYN HAHN and AUBREY PLAZA via "Good Hang Podcast" separately ( in my dreams ) ✮⋆˙

#( edith s. // visage. )#( edith s. // wanted. )#this gif set is a mindtrip that i love ty #also my brain is fried. replies will come soon tho <3

byulyi

She refused to be like any other journalist, prodding, persuading, bugging, plain, the kind anyone wanted to get rid of. Boring. Esme wanted to be of interest to these girls, to make them want her. In whichever way that would be. She wanted to be up close to them, now she sought them out in private. In their local bars, in their homes, at their workplaces, anywhere that meant something to them. She wanted to be a disruptive force in their happy lives. Looking at the sight before her, she was very much aware of what a hot mess Edith was. So vulnerable in her lone state, something - someone Esme could take advantage of. And if it meant breaking some rules, she thought inhaling a shivery breath, so be it. She ached to be alive, too.

This was off the record anyway, well, the part where she’d make Edith scream her name. The tip of her finger wet by her tongue and lips, she wasn’t one to falter easily to temptation, didn’t have the nervousness show on her face but her heartbeat had increased underneath her ribcage. With ease she pushed that finger under Edith’s chin, ran it along her jawline, just a tease, as she glanced into those intimidating eyes. Eyes she averted once, decades ago, out of shyness. Now there wasn’t even a hint of anxiousness present. “I think…” drawling out the words, “...you wouldn’t mind losing control for once. For one night.'' Esme's eyes said it all, how much she wanted this - her. Glancing down from Edith's eyes to her lips and back up. ''You know me, not much and not enough, but we know each other, Edith, give into the temptation...'' Give me what I want.

#( edith s. // interactions. )#( edith x esme. )

there wasn't any force to the finger that tilted her chin. subtle. intimate. damp from the woman's mouth. eyes lifted to the maker of the gliding pleasure that raised all sensors within edith's body. stubbornness, deep and rooted willed eddie to argue against having control. as if im some sort of control freak. would laugh off her tongue. the argument would continue into why either of them would have the control for one night. how could pleasure be minimalized to one night if they weren't strangers? eddie's lungs slowly filled with a cautionary breath. "i think having control means you pay the bill."

her pockets weren't burning. no, something deeper between her legs by the way esme's eyes traced her submissive position. the blonde was making it clear that a shitty margarita mix was creating intentions that weren't appropriate for the public scene. edith was more than fine with that. morally grey to fucking an old pals twin flame. or whatever gushy bullshit they wanted to call it. eloise. sure, pay respects to the dead by sleeping with esme, and hazel. what was a higher respect than satisfaction? edith didn't even flutter her mind in that direction. she'd be unbothered to any disruption. they were adults with animalistic needs. "yeah — lets get out of here." lungs slipped the breath out. finally. christ. "though home..." fingers drummed, "like fifteen miles away...seems kind of far."

taiturner

Sarah Pidgeon as Stevie Ward I Know What You Did Last Summer (2025) dir. Jennifer Kaytin Robinson

Who: Edith / @alpenglowss Where: The Bar

''Oh Edith, Edith, what am I gonna do with you...'' Esme wondered out loud, purposefully, tasting her name in her mouth as if it were a glass of luxurious red wine against her lips instead. Licking her lips, it wasn't wine she tasted but a low quality margarita instead. Watered down, not worth a second order. Not here, not in this place. ''If you're not gonna spit the words out,'' her eyes found the other's as she ran her finger along the sugarcoated rim, ''at least let us go someplace else.'' Pushing her fingertip between her own lips, teasingly almost as she leaned in closer to say something only for Edith to hear. ''Someplace I can teach you how to spit....spit the words outta my mouth into yours....hm?''

#ohhhhhhh myyyyy lawwwwd #bless your existence #( edith s. // interactions. )#( edith x esme. )

'eddie' to unfamiliars. 'edith' to familiars. edith's mouth slightly opened to allow the liquor to be consumed while trying to figure out which category esme was in. unfamiliar....wanting to be familiar. eyes squeezed in a long blink trying to bring clarity to lines blurring. what am i going to do with you... — make me familiar. god, she felt easy in the way her legs shifted beneath the table top. loyalty was clad to those who shared past traumatic experiences. not an eager journalist with an adjacent connection. why did she have to be so fucking hot.

— but her skin was tempting. the way esme's digit teased the edge of her lips. a subtle movement that reeled edith inward without knowing. just slightly. edith could put an end to her misery. enclose their lips long enough to forget the shitty drinks, any ulterior motives. "you think i need to be taught ?" chin tilted, she tried to silence the urge. push its clawing need back down. deep down. some flickering red light alarmed the brunette to not give in. if esme tangled their limbs together in her bed, would she slip away after the comedown and snoop? rummage with the possibility of finding something....anything? was edith simply a pawn, rather than an attraction ? frustration vibrated at her teeth.

strapeater-deactivated20250813

kathryn hahn you’re a masterpiece.

''Because they have no life, Eddie. They're bloodsuckers, always going after the money. And if anybody talked....I'll be the first to find out, promise.'' A loose promise, but she was the one looking after them, after all. Well, most of them. Those who wanted her around. And even those who didn't want her around, she still protected their asses from getting burnt in some way. ''Ted's fiiiine by the way, he gets paid plenty. Alright - I need some air, I'm sensing too much negativity here.''

She got up and away from the miserable looking laptop, her hand tapping on Edith's shoulder when she suggested the following, ''you wanna go out for a bite? Go out the backdoor, climb the fence and pretend we're a bunch of giddy teenagers sneaking out?'' So the paparazzi at the front wouldn't notice them slipping out and they'd be left alone if there weren't any with actual brains out there staking out at the back. Edith was fun to poke for an adventure, always the one up for a challenge. She was full of life, full of comments to throw around, full of not holding back on anything, which made Juliet feel alive as well. For some it felt toxic to be part of their shared trauma, to Juliet it felt like a lifesaver. She needed to be around those who knew what she'd gone through, as they all had gone through it.

#( edith s. // interactions. )#( edith x juliet. )

they were practically bloodsuckers themselves at one point. a little different definition, but still ruthless. edith held her tongue with the thought. juliet was often right — and now, the woman could feel that negative air. it clung to her skin. itched. caused her inner temperature to rise and fall with unwanted stress. another annoyance she wished to swat away like a passing gnat. "you're right. i need something greasy and unforgiving."

"suppose it's good to test how limber i can be." edith drummed her fingers against the table top before pushing herself up. "i'm sure you'll hurtle right over. effortlessly." standing up, eyes scanned the kitchen counter for her bag. inside would be a pair of keys, thin plastic that allowed purchases, chapstick, a trail of unwanted trash she never cleaned out. "can whip out the car in the back shed." chevrolet chevelle. classic. blue. convertible that got stuck if you tried to put the top back on. "lets just hope its sunny skies." or they'd be nothing short of wet.

sculien

Under the Cover with Kathryn Hahn

"You know that would definitely make it interesting, I'd like to see that story." It definitely would be a change no one would suspect. Chloe laughed, it all felt weird trying to make light of their situation but it made it a bit easier to deal with. Chloe sat on some rocks, dipping her feet into the water.

"I fully believe it. Stone cold parents not mourning their child." But it sat different with Chloe, she kept wondering just how upset her parents were that she was out here. Were they mourning the loss of another daughter or were they too far gone in their own grief they couldn't remember to add to it? Chloe wasn't quite sure which option was worse. "Oh I think those two things are not mutually exclusive." She laughed. "Sure I'd feel incredibly guilty if it were me. But I also saw that her lipstick was getting passed around and I just know she's going to raise hell about it."

#( edith s. // interactions. )#( edith x chloe. )

pushing herself upwards, water droplets fell back to their body. the water came up to the middle of edith's shins as she stood wringing her shirt out. she'd be cold and wet for hours while sitting out here with chloe. edith didn't flinch in that discomfort. if nature could absorb her she'd allow it too. "yeah - it's actually crazy to think about how people are reacting. think we're a headline on the news?" legs pushed through the water resistance until she approached the rocks which chloe sat up. finding herself a mildly flat surface, edith also sat hugging her wet knees to her chest.

"chloe," the name wasn't spoken with a serious tone. more mischievous. "did you use cherie's lipstick?" the thought of the teammate throwing a tantrum delighted edith. she'd always had a devilish streak. "i used it. — but not because i wanted to...but because i knew if she saw me gathering sticks with the shade on my lips she might freak the fuck out. might think i'd give her cooties."

She swallowed deeply, trying to ignore the pain that was all consuming. Clara had hoped that the less attention she drew to it the quicker the problem would go away. Like that had ever helped with anything in the past. She gave a curt smile as soon as she saw Edith, not out of rudeness but just to hide that she was hiding something.

"Oh great great, just getting some fresh air." As if they were lacking it out in the woods. "Definitely not peeing, don't worry." Clara laughed which turned into a slight wince she tried to cover up by a cough. "How are you doing after the crash? I know a lot of the girls are rightfully freaking out. But I'm sure there's already people out looking for us." She tried to sound as optimistic as possible even though worry kept gnawing at her insides about how they were going to survive.

#( edith s. // interactions. )#( edith x clara. )

fresh air. somehow they were surrounded by it, but every mile they could outstretch still felt fucking suffocating. "nothing beats that pine mossy air." notes of sarcasm drew out. edith never minded a pine scented candle, or the raw feeling of a bundle of needles held to her nose...but here it was in abundance. gluttony at its finest. maturity showed when her lips curled. being on a soccer team lost its modesty long ago — she was certain it was different for the heads in charge, clara. the women were always a handful. edith knew she'd pantsed everyone at least twice at practices.

"we've got to find a spring around here. boil some water." in response to clara's cough. "at least that's what i've heard you're supposed to do. something about the heat kills the germs...or whatever." for just a moment her chin turned to look outward. at clara's light concern, edith didn't move. instead she took a moment before sighing out, "i don't know. im alright." because she always had to be. "can't say either of my parents are really losing their minds. probably thankful im not stealing my dad's beer...mom's secret cigarette stash."

"Oh really? That trip didn't make you want to fly first class every time?" Chloe snickered knowing full well that she would rather die then go onto a plane again. After the rescue she had to pretty much be drugged to get back on to get home. "I wouldn't say you were an asshole. I would say you had your set ways. Honestly I always thought you were cool." She said with a shrug. Chloe knew she had a habit of always keeping to herself, being a wallflower through life. There was a lot she would do differently if she could go back.

"I mean being cute doesn't mean they won't be snotty or gross." Chloe laughed but knowing Eddie had a point. "Honestly I think kids have been out of my reach for far longer than I care to admit. It's probably for the best, I've never been good with them." Chloe knew she didn't have much of an adolescence after her sister died. She was always too worried about not causing any waves, not being noticed. She had no idea what kids were supposed to do and Chloe was always worried she'd mess any hypothetical kids up.

#( edith s. // interactions. )#( edith x chloe. )

no flyers perks here. edith barely left her house. liked to stay hidden in her overgrown shrubs — watch the reporters sneak by while heckling them. the woman hardly went into work. she knew her entire life that her parents wanted to pass their business down, but a funeral home wasn't necessarily bringing sunshine into eddie's life. being in close proximation was far too triggering. rotting flesh, she had enough of that. managing from home was much better. she liked to keep her name as the woman on top of the hill, grumpy old man who tended to her bee's. "cool?" eyes lifted.

the word was so simple, yet gratifying. "happy you're telling me now and not then. would have made my ego burst. maybe would have put out a cigarette on your arm." surely one she'd stole from her dad, or the local gas station. "terrible." she waved a small laugh before sipping what was rest of her coffee. "want another? or are you slowly sipping away?"

edith sometimes wondered if they'd be as close as they were now if that plane had never fallen. if they had better chances at life's traditional offerings if they hadn't endured such trauma. "you already make a great mom. — you deal with me." laughter eased the space between them, ..her eyes remained on chloe. something unspoken remaining that was more tender than eddie could vocalize.

jabberwocky1996

Sarah Pidgeon as Stevie Ward in the newest trailer for the reboot of I Know What You Did Last Summer (2025)

Chloe would never pass an excuse to hang out with the people she loved most, so she was quick to say yes to a night out on the town. It was rare for any of them to be out in public like this but they also needed some time to just be normal. And what could be more normal than embarrassing yourselves at karaoke?

She cheered Jules on loudly as she sang a classic. Chloe immediately got up to dance with Edith, turning around to Tessa and beckoning to join them. "Come on you know you want to!" Chloe couldn't name the last time she felt free... Well she could, but she didn't want to admit it was back in the woods. So instead she danced without a care because she was with her friends.

wiilderncss

When Juliet had closed in on herself Tessa couldn't help but feel guilty about it. Like it was her fault for bringing up the letter when she should've just shoved it away somewhere so that she'd never see it. That was what Jules had done for her and the rest of them over the years, wasn't it? Covering their asses, trying to keep the news clean of their names.

She needed another drink to make it through this night. Or three. Maybe four. And the bottle was disappointingly empty.

But hearing Jules sing again and watching the other girls let loose, it was hard not to fall in step. It was freeing. Just like how, in a strange way, the wilderness had been. "Ohh...no," Tessa waved her hand through the air in a false denial of Chloe's shout, feeling like she should be embarrassed being around these people. Yet she hardly ever felt more herself than she did when she was with them. So she swallowed what remained in her glass and grabbed for Chloe's hand to join in the dancing. "Give us another, Jules!" @survivcrss

On stage - be it in a garage, a made up stage, a karaoke bar, anyplace with a microphone - Juliet felt a freedom she didn't feel anywhere else. Hadn't felt anywhere else other than.... times she preferred not to reminisce about. Because something inside her knew that, however messed up, it had felt amazing to be free from society's pressure of fitting in. Even though their future had been unsure, uncertain, at times, there had been no laws, no bills to pay, no stress about work or their parents. On stage she could feel part of that freedom, it wasn't entirely the same, but it definitely came close.

With an extravagant bow she thanked her girls for their enthusiasm and hung the microphone back on its stand. ''No, no, I simply couldn't! It's not a free for all, this voice of mine. And I can't have you girls get wasted faster than me, this girl needs a drink.''

With that, she hopped off the stage and gestured to Edith, beckoning her to take her spot on stage instead. ''I told the bar guy you'd be up next, Eddie. I'll fetch us a new round of drinks, okay. Come on, love, it's your turn to shine on stage now!'' @alpenglowss