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↻ ❛ ✖︎ 𝙱𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽. °

boston chooses not to overwhelm himself over his concern that she seems a little too willing to trust him. then again, he’s willing to do the same – actively allowing her into his home. he knew he didn’t have any ulterior motives, and he was keen to believe she was the same way inclined. if he was on the outside looking in, he may have concluded that the two were fools – but he was one of those fools, so the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. “i wouldn’t say he won. now he has to live the rest of his days knowing he was the cause of his marriage coming to an end. he’s the bad guy, that doesn’t sit well with most men.” it’s an attempt to make her feel better, even if he’s not sure he succeeds. bowing his head, he pours them both a glass of wine, “about eight years…there’s still a lot i have to do, a lot of plans i have. it was wonderful when i moved in but; i wanted to make it a little more homely and antiquated-looking. i’ve been collecting antiques for as long as i’ve been a music producer, and i think it all works quite well together. hazel hues search the confines of the room they’re in, and he nods his head the once; semi-happy with how it had turned out, holding out a glass for her, as he takes a sip of his own. “i’m glad you like it, as you can imagine your opinion means a lot. how long ago did you move out?” he asks curiously, interested in getting to know the stranger.

SHE SHOULD BE PUTTING HER GUARD UP, keep her walls tall, but boston keeps convincing her otherwise. and sure, men have broken her before, the last one less than 24 hours ago, but in turn it’s only made harlow feel a strange sort of invincible. when boston speaks again the woman tilts her head to the side as if considering his words, measuring them up to whatever truth she clings onto. « you’re probably right, » she decides, for her own peace of mind. then she decides to be bold, however risky that may be. « have you ever been married, boston ? » she inspects him for a fleeting moment as she accepts the glass of wine with a gentle nod. as he speaks, harlow allows her gaze to wander once again, recognizing the staircase where her brother broke his arm, the dent in the floor where her mom dropped the new sofa accidentally. it’s oddly claustrophobic to be back, only made bearable by the significant changes boston has made to the place. « well, it was my childhood home. i moved out when i was sixteen, thought i could hold my own back then, » she beams as she reminisces. « my parents sold this house about fifteen years ago. which was a good choice considering how much more character it has now. » she takes a long sip as if talking about her family drains her. perhaps it does. « a music producer ? fascinating. anything i might’ve heard ? »

#❛ ✖︎ — th — 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗. °#❛ ✖︎ — int — 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚠 / 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗. °#❛ ✖︎ — ft — 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎. °

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DYLAN O’BRIEN 2021 | behind the scenes of Hulu’s “Not Okay” (via @cynthiavanis on Instagram)

#❛ ✖︎ 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚢. °#i told maren it was happening and i don't lie to maren

i want what måneskin have

#yeah i have a dozen band verses what about it #i want this one

↻ ❛ ✖︎ 𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙽. °

“ FUCKING FINALLY. ” brandon’s head falls back against the mountains of decorative pillows, at the same time ronnie — curled up in a chair — raises their hand. “ didn’t think any of you were ever gonna ask. ” he’s been throwing what used to be mirren’s grandad’s liquor cabinet lingering looks since they settled in the living room; well aware that whatever’s in there is likely worth more than he pays in rent each year. maybe twice that, even. he’s also a little bit nervous the kitchen mafia will ask him to chop vegetable or something, if he were to get up. additionally, house rules dictate whoever brings up drinks is mixing the first round for everyone, and, maybe more than anything, brandon is lazy. a content grin on his face, his eyes flicker between each of his friends, before landing on amina. he makes a show of getting comfortable before promptly saying, “ i’ll take anything with tequila. ”

FROM A NEIGHBORING ROOM, and this despite watching tik toks at full volume whilst lying on their bed, mack lets out a roar when they hear the mention of tequila. it takes about 2 seconds for him to roll out of bed with a loud thud and hotfoot it to one of the common rooms in the mansion to find his friends spread on various surfaces, opting for ronnie’s lap. mack slides down on top of them, kicking his feet up on the chair’s armrest so he lies across them. he shoots them an apologetic smile, half expecting them to push him down on the floor. « i vote for a sunrise, bestie, » malcolm announces as they meet amina’s eyes. « and maybe a shot. i bet this pussy will squirm, » they tease as they look over at brandon with their tongue out like a child.

#❛ ✖︎ — th — 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜. °#❛ ✖︎ — int — 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚔 / 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗. °#❛ ✖︎ — ft — 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘. °

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listen; when I say give me a toxic pairing I don’t mean ‘he’ll be mean and she’ll be sad about it’. I mean ‘he’ll be mean and she’ll set his fucking car on fire’ but ppl aren’t ready for that idk

#word #if they're both insane i'll bite #❛ ✖︎ 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝. °

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @prcsecco ╱ ethan & nellie. 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: ethan and hazel’s home.

HE RETURNS TO THE LIVING ROOM, this time with his arms, where hazel had been asleep just a second ago, empty. it’s still about half an hour until the clock strikes midnight, half an hour that hazel had sworn ( 20 bucks actually ) that she’d stay awake for. it was easy money for ethan — no one sleeps like his daughter. she’ll procure 20 dollars from his own wallet come tomorrow morning and so it’ll feel like a victory for them both.

though perhaps the biggest victory is having nell perched on his couch, fireworks from elsewhere on the world on the tv, and jazz music playing over his stereo. ethan cranks the music up just a notch as he passes the stereo on his way into the living room, and though he doesn’t flirt much anymore, for cornelia he might just be willing. « you know, this is my favorite song, » he ponders aloud as he, clumsily, waltzes over to the couch, offering nell a hand. natalie cole’s voice fills the air: this will be an everlasting love sung so affectionately ethan no longer wishes to act like whatever he feels for nell is just friendly adoration, a childish crush at most. « may i have this dance ? »

#❛ ✖︎ — th — 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚗. °#❛ ✖︎ — int — 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 / 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎. °#❛ ✖︎ — ft — 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚘. °#danse i stua? overbrukt trope? hva så

↻ ❛ ✖︎ 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙽𝙴. °

— while at the fruitful beginnings of their relationship, sloane hadn’t necessarily considered herself the perfect example for her boyfriend’s son though practice always did have the habit of finally making perfect and she was starting to enjoy spending time with her young, little protégé, perhaps even more so than her solo encounters with his father. though as time passed and they had fallen into their own humdrum routine brimming with playdates and tired excuses for not having enough time for intimacy, she couldn’t help but feel as if there was always something missing, a lost part of herself she couldn’t quite put a name to much less describe to her loving yet oblivious boyfriend. needless to say, it wasn’t long at all for their relationship to eventually come to its own conclusion. though the blame wasn’t entirely hers — or his, sloane couldn’t help but feel her own kind of guilt for her part in the break-up. if she was only brave enough to be honest with zahid, tell him how she really felt then perhaps they would’ve been able to make another go at it ? instead she had to settle for these brief and clandestine meetings, almost clambering to his beck and call whenever arif was upset or struggling to settle just before bedtime.

“ oh my, tell us how you really feel, why don’t you ? though i wouldn’t exactly disagree with you on that, he’s definitely got dick potential ” sloane disguises a soft chuckle behind the palm of her hand, knowing his critique is more than well-deserved. if it wasn’t for her co-workers, the generous perks ( as few and far between as they are at the moment ) and the overall job security, sloane would’ve handed in her resignation years ago yet here she is with her own deadlines looming and nothing to show for the countless hours she’s spent in deep procrastination apart from a few more strands of greying hair and the beginnings of her own caffeine addiction. though with their own abrupt adjustments aside, there isn’t a assignment in her immediate future that could possibly tear her away from wanting to spend time with zahid and asif, like older, more familiar times. “ thank you for that tempting offer, i might have to take you up on it since i already made a very serious and legally-binding pinky promise to asif i’d be around to see whether or not charlie finally gets his own golden ticket and goes to the chocolate factory. can’t exactly let my favourite guy down at such a pivotal moment, right ? ”.

ARIF’S SINCERE LOVE FOR SLOANE had made for a messier break - up than it could’ve been. there was no clean cut, no clear line, a definite ending. instead it’s as if their loop is a little askew, but the wheel still turns somehow and though zahid knows he’s probably doing both himself and sloane a great disservice with whatever shape their relationship have taken now, he can never say no to arif. was it cruel to deprive him of the only mother figure he had ever known ? perhaps, and that’s why when the conclusion of sloane and zahid’s relationship had come, zahid found himself holding on too hard even as they were ripping at the seams. he had never wanted it to end, had never known how to hold onto something without smothering it, and maybe that had been his mistake. he tries not to dwell on it.

hands are thrown up in mock surrender, though zahid isn’t prepared to take back a single word. « oh no, you wouldn’t be so cruel. he refuses to watch the movie with anyone but you, » the father points out. even he dims in comparison. as he gazes at sloane, admiration evident, zahid repositions himself in his seat and clears his throat. « i know i’m stepping out of line here, so forgive me for being so blunt, but .. » he pauses, thinks, then jumps back in before he gets the chance to overthink, « what are you doing for christmas this year ? » despite not really growing up celebrating the holiday himself, zahid figures arif would enjoy the festive air of it all, and even more so if sloane would entertain the thought of joining them for a dinner or two. of course, it’s not traditional to ask that of an ex, even less so when zahid assumes she must have plans of her own, but he’s never been bashful.

#❛ ✖︎ — th — 𝚣𝚊𝚑𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗. °#❛ ✖︎ — int — 𝚣𝚊𝚑𝚒𝚍 / 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚎. °#❛ ✖︎ — ft — 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗. °

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dorks™

#❛ ✖︎ 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚜. °

↻ ❛ ✖︎ 𝙳𝙰𝚆𝚂𝙾𝙽. °

TIME SKIP. dawson’s on a buzz, just like he always is post-show, but this feels different. like it was his best performance yet, making a mental note that he would now have to strive for better next time ─ a dangerous cycle he found himself in, continuously wanting to outdo himself each time his shoes hit a new stage. it would be his demise one day, or so his manager said, but right now, that feeling couldn’t do him any harm. the same feeling only seems to heighten when his gaze finds holly, immediately making a beeline for her, past the crew that congratulates him, arms wrapping around her, spinning them both a few times. dawson then sets her back down, only to steal a kiss. “ haivng fun, rockstar ? ”

THE FEELING AFTER A SHOW, waiting patiently for her boyfriend to exit the stage and make way for her, is addicting. holly’s eyes find dawson immediately as the band come backstage, and she’s barely able to take a step before she’s in his embrace, giggling against his warm skin. « babyyy, » she squeals, pride evident in her tone, in her gaze, in the way she presses her cheek against his chest for a second too long before she leans back to regard him properly. « you were electric. that growl in the last song ? every girl in that crowd envies me. » and she knows it to be true. she even relishes in that fact. « you’re always so sexy up there, but tonight it was like .. you were floating. » she grins, leans in to whisper into his ear: « got me all hot and bothered. »

#❛ ✖︎ — th — 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛. °#❛ ✖︎ — int — 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢 / 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚜𝚘𝚗. °#❛ ✖︎ — ft — 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚛. °

↻ ❛ ✖︎ 𝚂𝙰𝙼𝙸𝚁𝙰. °

it was as though a small part of her was lost with every new identity she took on, every role she stepped into perfectly for the con to run smoothly. already, it was draining her, stripping her to her core ─ how had he been doing this for his entire life ? a question she’d never quite found the courage to ask, nor a conversation she was entirely willing to bring up. the promises of a new country, a new city, to be whoever they wanted to be always trumped the negative elements of a life like this. samira could never return to what she knew before this; a simple life would be too boring now that she knows what else she can gain with him by her side. “ really, ” she confirms, corners of her mouth curling to make room for a smile. it only grows as he gets down on one knee, hands clutched dramatically at her chest as she squeals girlishly. “ oh, jackson … i thought you’d never ask ! ” as if on cue, she drops to her own knees, arms thrown around him, pressing kisses against his cheek.

HE’D NEVER THOUGHT TO EVEN FANTASIZE about living this life with anyone. any woman who had stepped into harrison’s life had inevitably been abandoned, and so any romance was short - lived. he’d never thought his plans would fit a partner, and even if they so obviously did he hadn’t put himself through the disappointment of wishing to have someone see him as something more than what he does. to him it is about survival. to everyone else it’s cruel.

everyone else but samira, of course. harrison’s come to find there are many exceptions where samira is involved, and he’s all the better for it — a better partner, in crime and in life. however long there is of it anyway. luck is bound to run out some time. but right now, samira’s in his arms, and harrison is laughing, pulling her tight, kissing her gently. he’d love to linger, but alas that’s the one luxury they cannot afford. « we have to go, » he whispers, mouth quirking up into a smile. « we have a honeymoon to attend. »

#❛ ✖︎ — th — 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔. °#❛ ✖︎ — int — 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 / 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊. °#❛ ✖︎ — ft — 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕. °#pls don't apologize i'm just as late tbh shdfks #we pretend we're on time <3

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @theoeuvres ╱ thanatos & yeseul. 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: christmas event, the plaza hotel.

IN A LONG SPARKLING RED GOWN, yeseul is exactly where she wants to be: the center of everyone’s attention. her heels clack against the marble floors, a venomous smile on her lips just cordial enough for people not to second - guess her intentions. she’s just here for the party — though if anyone were to wring out her pockets they’d find a wallet, a watch, and a ring that’s not hers, and this despite promising thanatos to stay away from petty thievery and keep her eyes on the prize.

she’s trying to find their next victim when out of the corner of her eye she spots her partner in crime and her eyes linger a second too long. he looks good, anyone with eyes can tell, and yeseul can’t help but admire him as he makes way towards her. she straightens up and clears her throat. this isn’t part of the plan. « you clean up well, » she states matter - of - factly once he’s in her vicinity, hand shooting up to adjust the collar of his shirt. « you ready to do some damage, big boy ? »

#❛ ✖︎ — th — 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚕. °#❛ ✖︎ — int — 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚕 / 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜. °#❛ ✖︎ — ft — 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕. °#theoeuvres

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @theoeuvres ╱ psyche & rhys. 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: their apartment.

IT’S SMALL BABY STEPS, tiny tiny progress, but at least rhys is trying. psyche has been nothing short of a perfect roommate and all he’s given her in return is annoyed huffs and one - word replies to her questions. it had been so simple, once upon a time, and now even the thought of conversation has him uneasy, even if it’s with her.

he comes home carrying two cups and a bag of groceries, only to find psyche already in the kitchen. « hey, » rhys greets awkwardly, setting his groceries down and placing one of the warm paper cups down in front of her on the counter tentatively. « the neighborhood kids always do this christmas market thing just down the street so .. i got you a hot chocolate, » he mentions briskly as if it was some sort of hassle. it really wasn’t. rhys was actually happy to get one for her, but he’d never say so. « y’know. since you like chocolate. » it’s a start.

#❛ ✖︎ — th — 𝚛𝚑𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐. °#❛ ✖︎ — int — 𝚛𝚑𝚢𝚜 / 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎. °#❛ ✖︎ — ft — 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚊. °#theoeuvres

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Sarah Cameron + Outfits

#❛ ✖︎ 𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎. °#i've never gotten one opportunity to write my lovesick slightly insane girl #so if ur seeing this pls <3 hsdjfks

↻ ❛ ✖︎ 𝙾𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴. °

what was her favourite song ? the black sabbath song ? ah, it was hard to recall and so the chocolate-haired journalist bit her already dry lip. a skin’s leftover felt bitter on the tip of her tongue. her mind disappeared for a while… again. for quite some time now it has been hard for olive to focus properly on the surrounding. she was spacing out.

“ of course. look at those muscles. ” she left a juicy kiss across her flat shoulders. “ come here big boy. ” with her arms extended olive approached the love of her so complex life. crawling, almost.

PUZZLE PIECES THAT FIT. all his life joseph has believed he is some square peg in a round hole, and yet in olive he finds a peer, a partner. one of these days he’ll find the courage to pop the question and make that commitment, but he can sense they’re both somewhat off.

so joe doesn’t hesitate to walk straight into olive’s arm and wrap his own tightly around her familiar frame. « i’ll make it up to you, » he whispers against her soft hair, his warm breath upon her head. « though if you still want to punch me you can. »

#❛ ✖︎ — th — 𝚓𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚖𝚊𝚗. °#❛ ✖︎ — int — 𝚓𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚑 / 𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. °#❛ ✖︎ — ft — 𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛. °

↻ ❛ ✖︎ 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚂. °

genesis almost felt silly for getting all worked up for nothing. she sighed as she looked towards finnegan who had paused their game. she nodded as he questioned, sighing,” i thought he might be running late but i guess there was some sort of emergency?” she hadn’t fully read the text because she had been so focused on the canceling part. the blonde didn’t think twice before she planted herself beside finn again,” i guess,” she told him with a shrug and tucked her legs beneath her,” oh!” she reached for the controller that they held out,” only if you promise not to make fun of me.” her gaze focused on the screen and she took a breath,” so what do i do first?”

FINN CAN’T HELP THE SLIGHT FROWN that appears on his face. he also can’t help the fact that he thinks it all sounds like some poor excuse, though why anyone would throw away an opportunity to hang out with genesis is beyond him. « i guess, » finn echoes, though not entirely convinced. still, the frown is replaced by a bright smile as genesis sinks into the couch next to them. « would never occur to me to do so, » they promise with a grin, positioning themselves closer to her, hands coming up to rest on hers. « here, i’ll show you. it’s really easy. » they unpause the game, character standing still in a vast desert. « use this to move around, press triangle to jump and x to duck. and this button back here to shoot. this game is more about the exploration though. you collect little items and solve puzzles and stuff. » finn lights up as he’s talking.

#❛ ✖︎ — th — 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘. °#❛ ✖︎ — int — 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 / 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜. °#❛ ✖︎ — ft — 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗. °

↻ ❛ ✖︎ 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝙾𝙽. °

she was one of the few who he felt comfortable enough to bring to his studio. he knew that she appreciated it all. his lips curved into a grin and he shrugged,” i never claimed to be a saint.” he knew already that it was likely she didn’t need the menu. she barely even seemed to take a look at it before she told him what she needed. he shrugged as he took the menu back,” got it.” he bit down on his lip at her question and glanced around,” it would be more traditional than what i usually do,” he admitted,” a backdrop, props or whatever and just you, i want something more simplistic at first but then things would shift as hopefully you’d be comfortable enough to lose garments piece by piece.” he held up his hand to pause the conversation before he was calling the restaurant to place the order.

AFTER GIVING HIM HER ORDER, juni walks around the studio with the same big eyes she had the first time she set foot in here, always in awe of how seriously jackson took this job. she wishes she was as passionate about anything as he was about his photos. then again, the only time she’d ever been passionate about pretty much anything was their relationship. juniper looks over at him as he speaks, and bites her tongue so he can place the order first. once he puts his phone down, she tilts her head to the side inquisitively. « and this is .. » she looks down at her current attire — simple jeans, a cropped top, an oversized sweater that, now that she thinks about it, may actually be his, « fine ? »

#i'm sorry this is so so late :((#❛ ✖︎ — th — 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗. °#❛ ✖︎ — int — 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛 / 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗. °#❛ ✖︎ — ft — 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜. °

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