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Elle Kennedy, from The Deal (Off-Campus series).
RILEY KEOUGH Daisy Jones & The Six Press (February 2023)
“Aw, your face is all red. Are you feeling sick?”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“I can think of more fun things you can do to me.”
“Nah, I’m just going to kill you.”
Aaron Pierre interviews with The Upcoming at Mufasa: The Lion King premiere.
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Mint Ranchrawee in Dhevaprom: Dujupsorn (2024)
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there was so many days and nights that he wished for this scenario. to see natasha, to wonder what it would be like when salt touched the unhealed wounds she left behind recklessly. it burned for one, a pain so searing it almost took his breath away. the dead look in her eyes was a whole new type of pain he hadn't expected. it nearly mirrored his own. nikolai slowly moved out of natasha's way, " pardon me. " / @gcdwilling.
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EVAN RODERICK in SEALED WITH A LIST
Charithra Chandran (ph: Fay Summerfield)
DOLLY PARTON and SABRINA CARPENTER Please Please Please feat. Dolly Parton (Behind The Scenes)
his defensive nature comes naturally and it has her head ducking down, gaze avoiding his own for a split second. maybe her own words are a little too harsh and pointless now. when hadn't nikolai been drinking his way through an entire liquor cabinet? he had for a very long time. he had since ... — really, far too long. the thought has her gaze lifting to smile softly at him. "why do you do that with me?" she asks, pushing him a little. it's simply out of habit at this point. "do you forget that i can't read you?" quite literally, if she's being honest. the aura surrounding him is always dulled a little, muffled from a bottle of something he's gone through. red that could be mistaken as anything, though she sees it as a bit of anger bottled up. cool blue that feels more cold than anything else. grey fading that's never quite black, but also lingers as a sadness. "it's always concern, nioklai. never judgement."
to many nikolai had it all : charm, looks, wealth, a supportive family, well gifted, intelligence. but with all these things and all the popularity the world may even offer, it still felt incomplete. usually one could place where they were empty, lacked, didn't quite measure up. and maybe if he did some real soul searching past the glaringly obvious issues upon the surface, nikolai might get real answers. perhaps if he would confide in his eldest brother's, there would be more insight into heartache and what it does to one's psyche. but what about when someone completely devastates you? is there a guide on healing after that? so far the only thing that helped eased the ache that throbbed in his being was liquor. he didn't address it, grieve it. he was brewing, stewing in the hurt and anger of everything that had transpired and how he might as well been a useless speck of dirt under her shoe, a mere imperfection that tarnished her. and perhaps, all the love and support from everyone else would never amount to how that managed to shatter his own self worth. dull eyes cut back to anastasia, lips press in a thin line for a moment. " i'm fine, or rather, will be. "