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pokes my head in here hellooo

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i'm going to be moving to a new blog to start fresh! and will most likely be combining muses from this blog and my other blog just so its easier to keep everything together.

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pokes my head in here hellooo

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sorry for not really being here. got hit with hella burnout </3

[rylandsgrace]

HUDSON WILLIAMS

Arrives at the Giorgio Armani fashion show during the Milan Fashion Week - Menswear Fall/Winter 2026-2027 on January 19, 2026 in Milan, Italy.

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alright i'm dropping a few muses BUT if we have ongoing threads/plots with them, i will still write them with you!! i just don't have motivation to write them aside from plots i currently have.

eddie (travis fi.mmel fc), riley (freddie st.roma fc), lev (connor st.orrie fc), tommy (bill sk.arsgard fc), lorraine (ayo ed.ebiri fc), dante (gabriel lu.na fc), max (ben vo.isin fc).

[dilfgifs]

OSCAR ISAAC as JONATHAN SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE 1.01 INNOCENCE AND PANIC

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just a little reminder since i got a lot of new followers recently that i am NOT mutuals only and you can interact with me at any time!!! i only really follow back when we start writing together so i can keep my dash manageable <3

[cinematicnomad]

WAKE UP DEAD MAN: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY (2025) dir. rian johnson

[jadedviews]

open to   :   m  /  nb. plot  :  your muse comes to olive and asks her to pretend to date him because... ( he just needs a fake date for his parents, he wants to make his ex jealous, he's tryin to sneak in somewhere, he’s tryin to fuck with her, idfk. ) problem is, they don't really get along. ( she'll do anythin for money tho. eyes. ) read about olive here.

" look, i ain't sayin a good little scheme doesn't tickle my nipples. but i ain't exactly your type n' i don't particularly care for you. so what's in it for me ? " forehead creases as brows raise, her slender hands curled over her hips, fingers looping through her barely hanging on belt loops. the last thing she would've expected coming out of their pretty mouth was an offer to ruse everyone into thinking they were together, but olive couldn't lie and say she wasn't amused. confused as hell, but amused. " i mean, i'm assumin' i gotta parade around in one of those ugly little dresses i see little miss wannabe princesses wearin', and i sure as shit ain't doin that for no damn good reason. "

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he feels like he was just smacked over the head and it takes a minute for his mind to process all she had dumped on him before he can properly speak. "first of all..." he starts, though is unable to stop the laugh that escapes him at the absurdity of her statement. "no one says 'tickles my nipples'. secondly..." with that out of the way, he squints his eyes at her in a playfully suspicious manner. "how do you know what my type is?" truthfully, he doesn't know what his own type is. all he does know is that he has a horrible track record with relationships. "and thirdly... oww!" he mimes clutching at his chest like he had become wounded by her words, but a smile is unable to stay off his lips for too long. in fact, his expression grows a little shy for a second as their conversation gets serious. "no, you don't have to wear anything you don't want to." he reaches up to scratch at his beard, thinking it over for a second before he gives in. "okay, how about i pay you then to be my fake girlfriend. how's that?"

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continued from here + @goresouls

"don't think i still won't." she retorts back. but like him, her voice doesn't carry her usual bite. she tells herself it's because it's late and she's just tired. but there's something deep in her gut that says otherwise. even now, after everything, there's still a part of her that cares for him. and always will, most likely. "yeah, i know..." her voice is quiet and she doesn't have it in her to scold him that things could have been worse and that he should leave that group before things do. but they've had that argument too many times before. she lets out a soft sigh after she's closed the door and turned to look at him, her eyes scanning over his roughed up mug. a couple bruises and scrapes, but nothing too severe. she reaches up one hand to cradle the back of his head to hold it steady while she makes him follow her finger with his eyes. "you're lucky it's my night off." she then cups his face with both hands and presses lightly with her thumbs along his cheeks up to his nose. "tell me when it hurts."

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i need someone to put coyote, mac, or bear in this situation please

[xrosesarebluex]

SMOKE 1.09

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closed starter + @rosyviews

a second ticks by, then another, then another. about ten seconds of silence and mac breathes a sigh of relief. after the glass had been removed from the window and he slipped through, it was the moment of truth when he placed his feet on the ground whether the alarms would go off. but when none rose, mac knew that the plan was working. bear, one of his partners in crime, stays back in the van, making sure the security cameras keep replaying the same footage over and over, basically rendering mac invisible. as for his other partner, mac spins around to help pull arin through. carefully, just in case. but once the other was on his feet, a wicked grin appears across mac's face and he extends out his arms like he were about to deliver a grand speech. "the castle is ours!" he jokes in a loud whisper before reaching over to sling his arm around arin's shoulders and pull him into his side, eyes already scanning the gallery. "alright, mr. art broker..." he gestures outward with his free hand. "...art break. or whatever it is you do. just tell me which ones are worth the most." he quickly adds on at the end, cutting the theatrics.

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last people left on earth plot and they brainstorm the strangest and most public places to fuck at because they basically can now.

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continued from here + @deathrcll

she hates that that made her laugh. granted, it was more like a snort, but it was nevertheless in amusement. she turns her head in an attempt to hide the smile that threatens to appear on her face. "you're damn right i woulda." half a threat, half a joke. she uses being turned away to her advantage, shutting the door behind them and giving her a second to collect herself before turning back around. "i'm not saying anything," she answers defensively, "but you do have a proclivity of being in places you shouldn't be. now, come here so i can get a look at you." she gestures for gigi to follow her into the kitchen and under the brighter lights. reaching out, she takes the other girl's head in her hands, using her thumbs to press lightly at her face and assess the damage. "just a bar fight..." she scoffs at first before her expression softens as well as her voice. "was some girl gettin' hit on?" a story similar to how they first met.

[ladiesofcinema]

MEGHANN FAHY as DAPHNE SULLIVAN THE WHITE LOTUS | S02E07, Arrivederci

[egotistival]

rolling her eyes affectionately, saffron huffs out a laugh before shaking her head. "i care," she insists, the hand resting between her legs becoming distracting enough that the next words out of her mouth are a stuttering mess. "y-you k-know that i'm not o-out yet.." she hesitates, not knowing whether she wants to bring up this conversation again. helena was so carefree about this stuff - sexuality and being open - whilst saffron was the complete opposite. her behavior had grown out of fear of her own sexuality, out of shame that she couldn't quite put away no matter how hard she tried. but worse than that, saffron wanted to be good for helena. and that desire won out before anything else - even the idea of getting caught. so her legs spread when the woman pushed, a throbbing sensation in her center calling more of her attention, and her breath caught. her arms came up to rest upon the other woman's shoulders shakily, her head sinking until her mouth was placed in the delicate space between helena's collarbone and neck, inhaling the scent of her perfume. perfume that saffron loved; she loved everything about helena. and even if she hadn't said it yet, she was so thankful for the others presence in her life. not only was helena a steady guide into accepting herself, but she was also a very giving lover in many ways other than just sexually. "okay," she murmured, full lips brushing the skin of helena's neck teasingly in not quite a kiss. "just..." her eyes squeezed shut, the pink in her cheeks trailing to echo in the shell of her ears. "just make me stop thinking, please.."

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saffron's statement has helena hesitating a moment. she feels foolish that she's forgotten. saffron had always more private than her, mirroring that of her own character in their hit show about rival tennis players. at times, helena forgets when they're together that they're not out publicly. not necessarily to the world, but to the people they know they can trust. their friends, their families. helena flushes, more in shame of herself. "i'm sorry, i—" she cuts herself off, shaking her head. it wouldn't be fair to saffron to fool around in such a public space, especially since nearly everyone will be watching their every move. it's almost comical that the same conundrum their characters faced in the show is the same one they're dealing with now. when saffron sinks into her arms, helena is quick to pull her in close. if anything, being here with her like this, feels better than any orgasm could ever give. she feels her heart settle but her skin prickle when she feels saffron's lips ghost over it and her warm breath linger. she pulls back just enough to look at her. reaching up, she tucks a curtain of her friend's hair behind her shoulder before resting her hand on the side of her face. her thumb brushes over her cheek reassuringly. "are you sure?" she searches the other girl's eyes for any sign of hesitance before a small smile appears on her lips. "i'll be fast, i promise. and yes, that was a challenge. you can time me."