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sam , mutuals only on discord & dash . dni if under 21 !

rules + muses / plots / opposites .

karolinactually

#andy .

toiich

One Sings, the Other Doesn't (1977), dir. Agnès Varda

Drive My Car, 2021

“ right, ” he accepts the plate with an incredulous shake of his head, amusement etched plainly across his features. “ a test. good to know my access to homemade pizza was hanging by a thread. ” a low laugh follows him into the living room. “ i knew there was a reason i was nervous. ” yet beneath the easy banter and familiar rhythm they’ve slipped back into, the nerves that had accompanied him all week still lingers stubbornly at the edges of his thoughts, refusing to dissipate entirely. he settles onto the couch, leaving a respectable amount of space between them despite every memory in the room conspiring against that decision. “ that’s a generous recount, ” he informs her about her claimed victory, yet the smile tugging at his month undermines the protest entirely. because they both know the truth. dylan rarely won arguments, he simply enjoyed letting her have her way far more than he ever enjoyed being right. the projector casts pale light across familiar walls as it comes to life, a peculiar ache unfurling beneath his ribs. this is the dangerous part. not the rooftop, not the reminiscing. this — dylan curled into the corner of her couch wearing his shirt, pizza waiting to be devoured, a film they’ve both seen enough times to recite from memory. the frightening part is how effortless it feels, as though months hadn’t passed.

sugcrtalkin

"you were nervous?" she looks at him, and there's something delighted in it, like this is the best thing she's heard all night. "brooks," she says his name like it's a complete sentence, like it means you've been to the met gala, you've performed live shows, but you were nervous to come to my home? she lets it hang there for exactly one second before she lets him off the hook, looking back at the screen. "generous recount," she repeats, shaking her head slowly. "i'm putting that on my tombstone." she reaches for her pizza, pulling her knee up to her chest, getting comfortable in that way she always does, like the couch was built specifically for her. the opening credits roll and she's quiet for a moment, genuinely settling in, and then without looking at him: "i'm glad you actually came, by the way," it comes out casual and easy. like she's commenting on the weather. then takes a bite of her pizza and stares at the screen. "how annoying would i be if i just recited the entire script as the movie plays?

#dylan / brooks .#stereosmindgame

stereosmindgame

she curls one leg beneath her as she settles farther into the couch, mug balanced between her palms. the warmth seeps pleasantly into her skin, a small comfort she didn’t realize she’d been craving. a light chuckle escapes her at his question. “ actual responsible adult errands, thank you, ” she tilts her head. “ which means i spent sixty dollars on groceries and somehow still came home with nothing i actually wanted to eat, ” the corners of her mouth curve, “ i consider that one of adulthood’s more impressive scams. ” her gaze drifts toward him as it strikes her then — albeit not for the first time — how easy this feels. she spent so much of her life anticipating what people wanted from her that the absence of expectation still feels a little disorienting. like discovering a hidden room inside a house she’d lived in for years. at the mention of his charm, she narrows her eyes. “ oh, that’s dangerous. ” a soft laugh follows, “ you figuring that out is only going to encourage you. ” she takes another sip of coffee before pointing the mug in his direction. “ and for the record, i’m still here because my car is being held hostage. ” her gaze settles on him, softened by a fondness that’s tucked beneath the banter, carefully disguised as amusement. “ your personality is, at best, a secondary factor. ” the smile that follows undermines the entire argument.

sugcrtalkin

rhys lets out a short laugh at the grocery thing, genuine. "sixty dollars and nothing to eat. yeah, that's adulthood," he shakes his head, "i do the same thing every time. go in for four things, come out with everything except the four things." he glances over at her when she calls it dangerous, something unhurried in it. "encouraging me is probably not in your best interest, no." he agrees easily, like he's doing her a favor by acknowledging it. at the hostage comment he tilts his head, expression settling into something that's trying very hard to be neutral and not quite getting there. "that's what we're calling quality automotive care now? when i could have had your car sit in the shop until morning?" leans forward, elbows on his knees, and looks back at her with the kind of easy confidence that doesn't need to announce itself. "secondary factor," he nods slowly, like he's accepting the terms. "i'll take it." a beat, something a little warmer underneath it. "means it's still a factor though, rina. just so we're both clear on that." hommepushes up off the couch then, moving back toward her car. "alright. let me actually get started on yours before you find something else to argue about."

#rhys / marina .#stereosmindgame

elmunson

“His hands were created to be cold and destructive; to be deadly towards whatever stopped him from accomplishing his mission. And yet, when they rest upon you, they’re warm and sentient”

— Yesterday’s Wake (a Detroit Become Human fanfic)

#abel & ainsley .#abel & bridget .#but now why do i want to play Detroit become human as if my playstation not packed and ready to go

dailybuglebunny

Realest post fucking ever

#me abt all my muses

eroscestlavie

What do you guys do for work. Job share time. I want to know

#copywriter #used to be on Red Bull hehe I did the nyc strava stuff and I have something coming this month too

hcnnibal

embracing my god complex by changing my pronouns from he/him to He/Him

#austin .#ezra .

i fly out tomorrow to la so today is my everything errand day, so replies will most likely come when i’m on my flight tomorrow hehe! will be around for dms and plotting stuff once i do my eyelashes