License to Drive (1988)
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@kathleenkeegan
License to Drive (1988)
“Boogie Nights” (1997), Dir. Paul Thomas Anderson
Anonymously send me IC nsfw fantasies about my muse, and my Muse will have to guess who it's from
❝ You’ll know where to find me. ❞
“No worries, you’re pretty easy to notice.” Abby chuckled, covering her mouth. “You’re still the first person I see when I walk in the pub, you’re the hostess and a great one.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she replied with a slight smile on her face. “I may be a hostess now, but there was a time when I wasn’t.” The smile began fading off into a smirk, one where she spoke of her past experience. “Very much like you, I was a dancer.”
The moment when she revealed her past as a dancer didn’t surprise Abby in the slightest. For as long as she knew her flatmate; Kathy was care-free, energetic, and quite charming. “Nothing bad about being a go-go dancer, it’s fun and could deal with making ends meet while you’re still young.”
On the contrary, it was a shock Abigail was following in her footsteps; go-go dancing at night in front of men. She was usually appearing reserved during the daytime. Nonetheless, the birds had a common goal. "It does more for me than being a hostess during the weekdays."
Halloween themed starters !
❛ was that someone knocking? its not time for trick or treaters yet. ❜
❛ how can you watch movies like this? ❜
❛ stop predicting what’s going to happen next! you’re taking all the fun out of it. ❜
❛ you have to get real candy. we can’t be known as the house that handed out licorice. ❜
❛ if you scare me one more time, you’re going to end up getting hit. ❜
❛ you call that a costume? ❜
❛ it smells like a pumpkin threw up in here. ❜
❛ i brought a ouija board! ❜
❛ i don’t mess with spirits. ❜
❛ you’re just being paranoid. ❜
❛ can you go in first? i hate being the lead for haunted houses. ❜
❛ do you save all your black clothes just for fall? ❜
❛ i hate halloween. ❜
❛ halloween parties are only good for two things: dressing in lingerie and getting really, really drunk. ❜
❛ did you really eat all the candy? that was for the trick or treaters. ❜
❛ i feel like we’re being watched. ❜
❛ are you sure this place is abandoned? ❜
❛ we really shouldn’t be here. ❜
❛ why is everyone in horror movies stupid? ❜
❛ do not go in there, you’re going to get murdered! ❜
❛ i’m no expert, but usually there’s signs saying ‘do not enter’ for a good reason. ❜
❛ i’m not scared. ❜
❛ can’t we just sit on the couch, cuddle, watch scary movies, and eat halloween candy until we puke? ❜
❛ aren’t you a bit old to be trick or treating? ❜
(Drugstore Cowboy, 1989)
❝ You’ll know where to find me. ❞
“No worries, you’re pretty easy to notice.” Abby chuckled, covering her mouth. “You’re still the first person I see when I walk in the pub, you’re the hostess and a great one.”
"I'll take that as a compliment," she replied with a slight smile on her face. "I may be a hostess now, but there was a time when I wasn't." The smile began fading off into a smirk, one where she spoke of her past experience. "Very much like you, I was a dancer."
She wrapped her arms around the taller man, not wanting to let go anytime soon. He was warm, which was something she loved when it came to giving a tight hug. Kathy fell for him and she was blessed with the knowledge that he loved her back. “I love you.” Eventually, her hand reached in for Roger’s; their fingers beginning to intertwine.
He loved it whenever Kathy gave out a tight embrace, mostly when she gave him a gentle squeeze. Her coolness was a constract to his warmth, which made Roger keep her in his arms a while longer. Eventually, he let Kathy go, yet reached in her hand. “I love you too,” he muttered. His fingers intertwined with hers, causing him to stroke the back of her hand with his thumb.
“I’m glad you love me just as much as I love you.” When their fingers intertwined, Kathy looked down at their hands. She had widened eyes and flushed cheeks, her mind was flooded with how surreal it felt to be alone with him.
#(the one squad member who was immune to Roger's fuckery)
(You know it’s true. I’m surprised Kathy is immune to him since her friends wanted him so badly.)
Me, whenever I'm tired: *john lennon voice* I'M SOOO TIRED
Send a symbol for your muse to receive a phone call just after my muse has...
😟 … received some bad news 😃 … received some good news ✴️ … suffered a serious injury 🚼 … taken a pregnancy test 💓 … discovered that they don’t have long to live 👊 … been attacked ❌ … received a threat ❗️ … heard some news about your muse 🔁 … been thinking about your muse ⬆️ … woken up ❤️ … been on a date ♈ … been arrested ☄ … discovered your muse is missing ℹ️ … lost something important ⚰ … lost a loved one 💍 … got engaged 🙍 … been betrayed ⚙ … realised how they feel about your muse ❓ … got something to ask your muse
i just want to hear you say it.
i need you to say it out loud - — tell me I make you PROUD.
i just want to hear you say it - — say it a little louder, please.
TELL ME YOU'RE PROUD OF ME.
Heather Graham Photoshoot by Michael Thompson for Allure Magazine May 2000.