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so sorry to be awol, I suddenly got an influx of interviews this week and its taking me out ! free all weekend though, get ready she's gonna be so productive.

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Emily Alyn Lind

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Anna Lambe on her Instagram story.

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Amber Midthunder. ✨

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free content: #388 gifs of katie douglas in clowns in a cornfield (2025) can be found at the link in the source. all of these gifs were made by me so please do not claim them as your own or edit in anyway without permission. you can find comments concerning the content of these gifs in the read more below.

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KATIE DOUGLAS as QUINN MAYBROOK in CLOWN IN A CORNFIELD (2025)

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FELIX MALLARD as Marcus Baker Ginny & Georgia 3.01 "This Wouldn't Even Be a Podcast"

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the creak behind her gave him away before his voice did. that single extra weight on the bridge, that shift in balance she hadn’t accounted for — it made her glance back, blonde hair tossed wild by the wind and the grin still barely cooled on her lips. he’d moved toward her. reflex, maybe. but her brow lifted anyway. he was on the clock now, just like she was. no turning back. " you're fine, really. " grounding, like she actually meant it. because she did. " just test each one a little before you step and skip the ones that look more rotted. " the blonde called back, boots already moving again, careful where they landed. deliberate. quicker now, though. " and don't look down down yeah ? " the last part laughed off a bit, giving as much support as she can while focusing on getting across herself. one board, tap. step. not that one. the shade of it was different, more grayed out from the sun and rain, probably hadn’t been stable in years. she skipped it with ease, hands gliding across the rails as she moved. another gust of wind swept through, forcing her to tighten her grip on the rope as she instinctively glanced over her shoulder. " you alright ? "

he's on the bridge before there's a second to think about the move, the plank having cracked under the blonde and the step towards her was an instinct rather than a logical thought. and not a good one. serena hadn't needed his help not to plummet to the ground and yet it only takes a quick glance back to acknowledge now they're both on the bridge. a groan's quick to escape his lips as fingers tighten their grip around the rope, brown eyes pulling momentarily shut. “ you know, i think i was wrong before. ” he calls forward, gaze fixing on the blonde when the alternative is glancing down to the ravine below. “ — i think it might be heights i don't like. ” enough so that he certainly doesn't intend to loosen his hold around the makeshift rail, the beating against his chest offering very little support when he's doing his best to keep still and not rock it for her. “ you reckon we can hurry this up? ”

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𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 🌾🌳

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the moment nate shoved the phone and instructions against his chest, he didn't even blink — just let them settle into his palm. wasn’t the first time someone handed him a job with no context and even less patience. the screen lit beneath his thumb, the red button blinking expectantly. still no hesitation. he raised the phone, angled it. didn't even reread the instructions because he knew his answer the moment the words came out of nate's mouth. voice steady. flat. borderline clinical. " my biggest fear is turning into my parents. " it wasn't like it was sharks, or heights. how the game makers could even figure out how to turn that against him was beyond him — if they wanted to try, good luck. the words hung there a second longer than necessary before he clicked the recording off. easy smile taking over his features as he handed it all back at the other. " your turn, boy scout. lemme guess — clowns ? "

“ boy scout. ” the answer falls without missing a beat, innocence flashing briefly over dark features. “ always... have rope, or whatever the fuck that motto is. ” he wouldn't know, unsure there were many ways he could have stood less for their youthful integrity. though perhaps it would have helped the current situation, brown eyes rolling as he watches the other male pull back the branches. “ cocky and smug. ” he corrects, moving past xavier to reach for the instruction card on the table. his expression stills for a moment as he reads it, flicker of uncertainty flashing over his features before he's able to push it down. “ here, it's for you. ” he reaches for the phone, pressing both the device and the instructions against the other male's chest before arms return to cross over his own. it's the toughest trial so far, the prospect of revealing any fear to be avoided and yet far more so in the knowledge it may be used against him. and that there's someone else there to hear.

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the mention of maybe still trying made her tilt her head. optimism was normally her thing but not as much in herself. " if we see him, I might as well go for it. " the girl nodded, almost as if she was convincing herself of it as she said it. she wasn't totally ruling it out — just categorizing it correctly. low priority, number one was getting to all the tables and as many points as they possibly could. orbs flicked down to the card in his hand and then back up. " the problem is finding her, but maybe we'll get lucky and cross paths. " they could have walked in a circle so far for all she knew, every tree looked nearly the same. " okay lets do a lap, get as many tables as we can and if we see them — come up with something to try and distract. " a nod as if to punctuate it. simple enough. manageable. like a real plan. she could work with that. orbs lit up a bit seeing what looked like a candle flickering not to far " is that ... something ? "

features scrunch softly as he reads and then rereads the name plastered on the card, teeth biting at the inside of his cheek as he considers their options. “ i mean — there's always a chance it could work, you know... he might just not be expecting it. ” after all, why would he be when no one smart would think they had enough of a chance to make the move. but the other male had never come up against them before. “ maybe if we see him anyway we just... give it a go, you never know, he might not even be that good. ” a grin can't help but pull to his lips at the suggestion, as if it's not a safe bet that he's probably very good. scary good. or maybe just scary. “ mine's doable. i think. maybe. ” fingers dig for the card tucked away in his back pocket, holding out the small piece of white paper with the words alice windsor printed in the middle. “ i don't know which way she went though, but we can always just do the tables and see what happens? ”

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melissa clarke. of course it was melissa fucking clarke. features didn't change — not visibly, at least. she gave herself that much credit. though the shift in her weight said enough, arms folding loosely like she was cold, like it had nothing to do with the low simmer somewhere underneath. taking a step back, away, the girl finally spoke. " mm. cute. " it came out smooth, airy. " you make a good pair. " of all people. melissa, who wore desperation like perfume and didn't know how to shut up when something finally went her way. who was no doubt still somewhere recounting the moment like it'd meant something. did it mean something ? because alice thought she had been… clear. or at least as clear as someone could be when trying not to expose the fact that they maybe, possibly, in a weak and highly inadvisable moment, gave a shit. " we ? why would we go ? sounds like you already got them. "

a hand lifts to rub at the back of his neck as he contemplates simply lying to the blonde. it'd be easier, at least in the short term, though if there's one thing jai knows it's how little he's able to keep from her. “ just, you know... melissa clarke. ” he does his best to brush it off, to keep walking in search of the next task, as if it isn't a big deal when he hasn't technically done anything wrong. though it certainly feels like he has. “ yeah, exactly, just easy points. not like a full on make out or anything. ” shoulders rise in the pretence of a casual shrug at the words. it was the first task he'd reached, adrenaline having played a far bigger role than logic in his willingness to see the challenge through. it was only in the moments after that it occurred to him perhaps he shouldn't have done it. although why not when he's single raises as many new questions as it does solutions. “ we, uh — could go there, if you want the points? ”

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damian hardung as james beaufort in the maxton hall season two teaser

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" missed opportunity, " though he had no issue filling that chance. her voice, that offhand mention — boyfriend — it landed louder than anything else had that night. not in a bad way. just settled over him for a minute, felt fine. not jarring like he half expected it to. his fingers moved lazy along the rim of the glass in his hand. aged scotch. barely touched. more like an accessory to mull over. " top of the list huh ? " crooked smile appeared over his features, though not about to push on that title for fear it crumble in his hands. " sounds like she has good taste. italy, spain, wherever — the point isn’t the place, wherever you want. " there had been people in the past who looked at him like a free ride, sure. didn't get an ounce of that from her though so he certainly wouldn't mind showing off a bit. putting that money into something he actually cared about for once.

kimberly hadn't been expecting that he would just offer to take her to italy. maybe it had been beaucse she. hadn't ever been with someone that offered so easily to take her anywhere. yet it had seemed so easy for him to offer. " really? i have to admit that you're the first guy to offer to take me on a vacation somewhere. " did that make her sound pathetic? maybe, but before henrick, kimberly didn't exactly align herself with great guys. feeling appreciated and respected by someone she is seeing is refreshing. " i think you might just make the top of chloe's list of being the best boyfriend i've had. " it may have been the first time she had referred to him as her boyfriend. labels had been something they agreed on not using, but in the moment it felt right. " a few weeks in spain also sounds nice. than again doing anything with you is anything less than amazing. "

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laughter floated through the air, all fake and fizzy, clinking glasses and careful touches between people who only pretended to like each other. light spilled out from the chandelier above, while music thumped low and lazy beneath it all. the kind of party she normally did her best networking and yet she was off to the side all her attention on someone who probably didn't deserve her valued time. her brow arched slow, lips parting around a breath that sounded far too much like a laugh. " oh, is that it ? you got bored ? " a pause, eyes flicking to him over the rim of her glass. " see I think it's kind of hot when you go for what you want. most of the time it falls right into your lap right ? "

of course he should have known that she wasn't going to give in easily to his request. that would be so out of character for her, and as much as he tells her that he hates her stubbornness. truth be told, it is actually something that he likes the most about her. she kept him on his toes and didn't give in easily like other females he had been with in the past. dexter can't help but find himself rolling his eyes at isabelle's remark. " it kind of got boring after awhile. they all seemed to easy to chase away, or maybe they realized that you were too hung up on someone else still. "

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her lips parted like she had something smart to say, probably about how he could take that baby and shove it right up his — but she didn't say it. didn't need to. just gave him a dry glance from over the rims of her sunglasses like he should know better by now, like she'd let that slide only because she was in a decent mood, not because he was charming or persuasive. he definitely wasn't, not in a way she'd ever admit worked. the brunette rolled her eyes once more for good measure and leaned back in the chair. " guess I better figure out something to wear then. " — the beach looked different at night. bonfire crackling low, music just loud enough, conversations overlapping. there was a mix mash of beach chairs scattered amongst coolers of varying alcohol. the ocean softly crashing against the shore, barely visible past the stretch of party lights tangled between old driftwood and folding chairs. hair pulled back lazy, salty textured bun post beach day. madison did come, fully alive, fully dramatic, currently recounting her "near death" seafood experience to a group of strangers like it was trauma and not just a stomachache. she fished a corona out of the cooler, fingers already slick with condensation. looked around, no bottle opener in sight. classic. she tried the table edge — didn’t budge. tried her sleeve, the bottom of a lighter, even the back of her shoe like she'd seen someone do once. still nothing. the cap refused to move, mocking her with every stubborn twist and failed attempt. " you've got to be kidding me, " muttered under her breath, bottle gripped like it’d personally offended her. finally, with a sharp exhale and a reluctant glance toward the devil himself, she shifted closer and held it out, eyes narrowed like she was preparing for whatever smug thing was about to come out of his mouth. " can you do it ? " and then, after a pause — " please. "

❛  do  i  look  like  someone  who  cares  about  making  things  fair?  ❜    the  answer  was  no.    he  knew  it,    she  knew  it    –    the  whole  damn  world  knew  it,    his  reputation  precedes  him.    john  likes  watching  the  gears  turn  in  her  brain,    like  she’s  trying  to  pinpoint  the  exact  moment  in  which  he  let  something  slip.    a  look,    a  smile,    a  brush  of  the  hands.    there  were  many  of  those  moments,    he  had  each  and  every  one  catalogued  in  the  catacombs  of  his  mind.    he  could  tell  you  the  first  time  she  spent  the  night,    the  first  time  his  sister  asked  him  to  drop  her  off  at  home  after  a  sleepover,    the  first  time  she’d  brought  a  boy  over  to  their  house    –    like  she  was  introducing  him  to  her  own  fucking  family.    he  remembers  what  she  was  wearing  the  second  he  realized  that  he  had  a  crush  on  her  too:    a  white  top,    light  blue  denim  jacket,    and  brown  shorts.    god,    she  was  beautiful.    still,    he  never  let  it  chisel  at  his  facade    –    remained  cool,    calm,    collected,    and  insufferably  annoying.    as  god  intended.    ❛  doing  them  a  favor?  ❜    he  laughs,    eyes  roll  and  head  shakes.    ❛  i  think  the  one  doing  them  a  favor  is  me, baby.  ❜    another  wink.    he  leans  up  as  she  agrees,    palms  rubbing  together.    ❛  see?    i  knew  you  were  itchin’  to  get  out  and  have  some  fun.  ❜    you're  welcome,    he  wants  to  say,    but  he  bites  his  tongue.    deciding  to  revel  in  the  moment  instead.    ❛  she’s  so  dramatic.    i  bet  the  second  you  tell  her  we’re  going  out  to  have  some  fun  tonight  she’ll  be  all  better.  ❜

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the couch still had the faint imprint of where he'd crashed — like it remembered him, and weirdly, he kind of liked that. there was something strangely domestic about the way she moved through her space, all muscle memory and mismatched mugs. the snooki one nearly made him laugh into his coffee, though he bit his cheek instead. this was just normal for most people maybe ? having varying trinkets, things to fill the space as opposed to necessities to hold someone over until the next call. glanced at her sideways, half a smirk threatening again. she was the kind of girl who knew when something was broken and didn’t waste time pretending otherwise. he liked that. liked the way she talked like she'd seen enough bullshit to stop entertaining it. he reached for the bracket she'd probably fought with for hours and it popped into place with a satisfying little click. progress. one piece closer to this thing maybe becoming a table. or a chair. honestly, he wasn't exactly sure. " yeah, " dragging the word out, tone dry, " I think we're past flashlight territory. unless you're just really committed to the ambiance. " leaned back slightly, elbow brushing hers now that they were both camped out on the floor. " but if you wanna supervise, you're more than welcome. I take constructive criticism very seriously — especially if it comes with coffee refills. " he held up his mug like a peace offering, like maybe this weird little morning routine could stretch into something else. didn't matter what this furniture was supposed to be. he'd fix it. or fake it. either way, he wasn't in a hurry to leave, didn't actually have anywhere else to be.

❛  oh,    thank  god.    i  thought  i  was  having  a  stroke.  ❜    at  first,    she  thought  that  the  language  barrier  would  just  be  a  tiny  hurdle  in  her  furniture  assembling  adventure,    relying  mostly  on  pictures  anyway    –    but  even  that  proved  to  be  fruitless.    after  two  and a half frustrating  hours,    she  took  it  apart  and  stuffed  it  back  in  the  box.    half  expecting  to  return  it,    half  accepting  her  fate  and  using  it  as  the  damn table  instead.    haven’t  had  any  complaints.    august  nods with a subtle smirk,    impressed,    fully  believing  in  his  capabilities  like  an  employer  who  only  gave  someone’s  resume  a  once  -  over  before  hiring  them  blindly.    ❛  oh,    no  that  won’t  be  necessary.  ❜    she  waves  off  his  offer.    ❛  i  like  to  make  those  kind  of  judgements  for  myself.  ❜    with  that,    she  spins  on  her  heel    –    back  into  the  kitchen,    back  to  the  coffee  maker.    pulling  herself  a  mug  from  the  cupboard,    this  one  with  snooki's letter to sam written  on  the  front in big bold letters    –    a  gift  from  her  best  friend  for  her  twenty  -  second  birthday.    she  pops  another  pod  in,    watching  intently  as  the  brown  liquid  fills  porcelain  dish.    if  you  had  told  her  last  night  that  she’d  wake  up  to  her  handsome  neighbor  passed  out  on  her  couch  and  eventually  enlist  him  to  complete  mundane  chores  around her apartment all  while  sweetening  black  coffee  with  flirtatious  comments,    she  would  have  nearly  choked  on  her  stouffers  lasagna.    taking  her  own  mug,    she  makes  her  way  back  to  the  living  room,    sitting  on  the  floor  next  to  him  with  ease    –    criss  cross  applesauce.    ❛  do  you  need  me  to,    like,    i  don’t  know    –    hold  a  flashlight  or  something?  ❜ the joke is playful as she sets her coffee down next to his.