祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Not today Justin
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blake kathryn
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Xuebing Du
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Cosimo Galluzzi
izzy's playlists!
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Sade Olutola
almost home
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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Peter Solarz
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@trxuvaille
welcome to TRXUVAILLE, an indie semi-selective multiship&multimuse blog by zazz (she/her, twenty-three, gmt). available to write in eng/pt. feel free to message me.
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been missing cause this week was BRUTAL. but will now be replying to a bunch of threads and try to answer all your messages!!
OPEN TO: @lilacheavns
THE HOUSE THROBBED with music, the bass bouncing from the walls like a second heartbeat. Evan lingered near the edge of all the disorder, perched near a window with a half-empty cup he had been nursing for too long. He wasn't really a frat party kind of guy. There were always too many bodies crammed into one overheated room, and too many conversations drowned out by someone's usually shitty playlist. But one friend made him promise he'd come, and Evan wasn't great at saying no.
He had spotted Nora not long after he arrived. Of course, he had. Some part of him always did, like his eyes had been trained over the years to find her in any crowd. For some reason, she looked nervous, fidgeting with her drink with the restless kind of energy he knew all too well. He'd noticed, but he hadn't moved. It wasn't his place - not anymore. Still, he kept an eye on her from across the room, catching glances of her in the sea of people.
But, as the night unraveled, he caught the shift. The harsher edges of her laugh, the way she stumbled just a little when moving, the way her words seemed to get tangled. Evan's chest tightened. He knew she wasn't fine. He wanted to go over to her and help her out. However, he stayed put. With the way she made it clear she had been avoiding him at any chance she got, it felt like crossing a line to go to her first. His thumb pressed a little too hard on the cup as his brows creased closer, every muscle in his body screaming to get up and help her before something happened, but still, he didn't.
Then, of course, her gaze settled on him. He saw the flicker of recognition in her eyes and quickly noticed the way her body shifted like she was already heading his way. Evan straightened unconsciously, abandoning the front of relaxation. His chest went tight once again, a trail of nerves and worry going through his body, but he didn't move. He just waited, bracing himself for impact as she crossed the crowded room toward him.
my kink is having a rp partner that is also a very good friend where you can have 20+ ships with them but also tell them about everything and anything
10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger
FRIENDS – 1.01: The One Where Monica Gets a New Roommate
Tell Me Lies + Lightening Strikes (1.01)
show, don't tell:
anticipation - bouncing legs - darting eyes - breathing deeply - useless / mindless tasks - eyes on the clock - checking and re-checking
frustration - grumbling - heavy footsteps - hot flush - narrowed eyes - pointing fingers - pacing / stomping
sadness - eyes filling up with tears - blinking quickly - hiccuped breaths - face turned away - red / burning cheeks - short sentences with gulps
happiness - smiling / cheeks hurting - animated - chest hurts from laughing - rapid movements - eye contact - quick speaking
boredom - complaining - sighing - grumbling - pacing - leg bouncing - picking at nails
fear - quick heartbeat - shaking / clammy hands - pinching self - tuck away - closing eyes - clenched hands
disappointment - no eye contact - hard swallow - clenched hands - tears, occasionally - mhm-hmm
tiredness - spacing out - eyes closing - nodding head absently - long sighs - no eye contact - grim smile
confidence - prolonged eye contact - appreciates instead of apologizing - active listening - shoulders back - micro reactions
AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON. on Mythical Kitchen, 2024
we were madly in love for almost 3 years and now we’re sitting in the parking lot of our favorite pizza place and you’re telling me that you want to settle down and have kids and start a wonderful family in the suburbs and all i really want is to travel and live in shitty apartments half way around the world and never hold back so now i’m crying and you’re crying because we can’t give each other what we both want. so now we’re over and i keep checking up on you on social media and oh god you found someone new au.
Logan Lerman
photographed by Deadline at Sundance while promoting 'Oh,Hi!' | January 25 2025
"sounds to me like it's working." gabi's hands drag over the fabric of her dress, slowly, purposefully, trying to pull his gaze towards her body with the movement. this dress looked amazing on her, and she knew it - which is why she'd chosen to wear it tonight specifically, when she knew there was a good chance she'd be seeing julian here. "mmhm. and... what is it that you're remembering, exactly? clue me in. i like a good memory."
HIS SMILER TWISTED slowly, as if she'd just handed him permission to play. Amber hues traced her, following the path her hands had so helpfully drawn, before flicking back up with an unshakable spark. "Careful." He muttered, voice dipping low. "Oh, you know… The kind of memory that makes me wonder if you picked that dress for me, or if I should just thank the universe for the favor." The party noise seemed to swell around them, so he closed the distance, leaning in until his breath brushed hot against her neck. "The kind that makes it impossible not to think of that night," he whispered. His lips hovered over her skin, his smirk audible in his voice. "The way your nails dug into my back didn't just leave a physical mark, I'll tell you that." He let the memory hang there before pulling back just enough to catch her gaze, smugness written in every line of his face. "Tell me that's not the kind of memory worth repeating."
ok but,,, i want a “ i didn’t tell my family that we broke up & they keep pressuring me to bring u home for the holidays, so can u pretend u don’t hate me & come with me ? “ kind of plot pls give me
The brown bunny (2003), Vincent Gallo
