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the  scene  unfolded  in  front  of  her  like  a  crumpled  page  ripped  straight  from  her  late  -  night  journal    –    creased  at  the  edges  but  wholly  intact,    describing  each  and  every  emotion  that  was  currently  flooding  into  her  brain  like  a  swarm  of  wasps.    it  takes  amara  two  seconds  flat  to  clock  the  olympic  national  park  written  across  the  front  of  his  baseball  cap    –    currently  serving  as  a  shield  to,    what  she  could  only  assume,    was  horribly  overgrown  roots  transforming  into  straw  -  like  bleached  blonde  hair.    she  goes  camping  there  every  year.   she  can  almost  picture  it  still  sitting  on  the  shelf  in  the  visitor  center  before  she  grabbed  it  and  placed  it  on  his  head.    fingers  tighten  around  her  cup,    denting  the  plastic  as  blake  informally  introduces  her.    she  doesn’t  say  a  word,    just  smiles  and  nods,    nose  scrunching  in  a  way  that  says:    we  will,    don’t  worry. ❛  don’t  what,    blakey?  ❜    amara  asks,    bringing  her  iced  cinnamon  dolce  latte  to  her  lips    –    taking  a  long,    slow  sip  as  her  eyes  meet  his, a challenging gaze that she had perfected over the last seven months.    ❛  state  the  obvious?  ❜    like  maybe  how  that  little  drive  -  by  was  dripping  with  something  entirely  unresolved,    on  both  taylor’s  part  and  hers,    they  were  two  sides  of  the  same  fucking  coin.    she  finally  releases  the  cup  from  her  unrelenting  grasp  and  leans  back  against  her  chair,    arms  folding  over  her  chest  with  an  ease  that  looked  casual  but  carried  the  same  weight  of  a  loaded  crossbow.    ❛  not  sure  it’s  very  fair  that  you  get  to  claim  your  territory  whenever you want but then  pull  the  this  is  just  my  friend  routine  when  ghosts  of  situationships  past  come  waltzing  in  wearing  your  fucking  hat.  ❜

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                         it     was     supposed     to     be     just     coffee     —     casual     and     unobtrusive.     amara     had     chosen     a     quaint     little     café     tucked     away     on     a     quieter     street     of     town,     its     warm     ambiance     and     the     rich     aroma     of     freshly     brewed     coffee     promising     a     relaxed     atmosphere.     blake,     trying     to     keep     the     peace     in     their     complicated     relationship,     hadn’t     argued.     however,     he     certainly     didn’t     anticipate     the     unforeseen     twist     that     fate     had     in ��   store     for     him.     as     they     settled     into     a     cozy     corner     table,     a     voice     sliced     through     the     mellow     ambience,     sharp     and     painfully     familiar.     “blake?”     he     turned     abruptly,     his     name     hanging     in     the     air     like     a     note     suspended     in     time.     there     stood     taylor,     poised     with     a     pastry     bag     in     hand,     her     blonde     hair     tucked     under     a     baseball     cap     —     his     baseball     cap.     her     wide     eyes     flicked     to     amara     and     back     again,     surprise     flashing     across     her     face.     fuck.

                         “hey,”     she     said,     tone     edged     with     something     that     wasn’t     entirely     polite.     “long     time,     no     see.     you’re     never     here     in     this     part     of     town.”     her     gaze     lingered     on     amara     just     a     second     too     long,     enough     to     make     her     presence     feel     like     a     blade     between     them.     blake     forced     a     laugh.     “yeah,     uh     —     just     grabbin’     coffee.”     he     didn’t     dare     look     at     amara.     “taylor,     this     is—”     he     stopped     himself.     introducing     them     felt     like     pouring     gasoline     on     a     fire.     “uh,     this     is     my     friend.”     taylor     arched     her     eyebrows     in     a     way     that     made     it     clear     she     was     unconvinced     by     his     feeble     introduction.     yet,     she     chose     not     to     pry     further.     “right,”     she     said,     like     she     knew     exactly     what     it     meant.     “well.     it     was     good     seein’     you,     blakey.     enjoy     your     coffee     with     your     friend!”     she     gave     amara     a     once-over     that     carried     more     weight     than     words,     then     breezed     to     the     door.     blakey.     the     nickname     made     his     skin     crawl.     the     silence     that     followed     was     suffocating.     he     shifted     in     his     seat     and     stared     hard     at     his     coffee     cup,     his     jaw     tight.     “don’t,”     he     warned,     his     voice     low.     “whatever     you’re     about     to     say     —     just     don’t.”

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↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .    (   a  collection  of  dire / urgent situation  sentence  &  action  starters .   adjust  phrasing  +  ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ  as  necessary .   )

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

hide .   hide now .

shh !!  there’s somebody in the house .

i’m not gonna hurt you !  see ?  look ,  i’m putting down the  [ weapon ] .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

stop , stop !  just put the  [ weapon ]  down !

drive ,  just drive fast !

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

can you walk ?  i need you to walk for me ,  okay ?

let me handle it ,  just go !

what was your plan ??  you could’ve gotten yourself killed !

you’re just going to leave me here ?!

[ name ] ,  can you hear me ?  get out of there !

you knew and you didn’t tell me ?!

don’t you know how dangerous this is ?

you’re not going to shoot me .

move and you die .

i’m gonna come back for you ,  do you hear me ?

we have to stop the bleeding .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i just want to go home !

don’t move a fucking muscle .

if it weren’t for you ,  we wouldn’t be in this mess .

i almost DIED back there ,  and you’re laughing ?

you’re only making this worse for yourself .

you think this is a joke ?

if i go down ,  i want you to run .

we’re gonna die ,  so what’s the point ?

this was the ONE thing i told you not to do .

i can’t promise we’re going to make it out of here .

where’s your first - aid kit ?!

just calm down and find your phone ,  we need to call the police .

someone’s been stalking me .

just listen to me for once !

i didn’t think you had it in you .

put the gun down ,  and kick it over here .

we can’t stick around here ,  let’s go .

kiss me before we die .

do whatever you need to do ,  hurry .

i can’t breathe ,  i can’t -

please ,  please  -  let me in ,  there’s someone -

i’m gonna give you one last chance .

you have to believe me ,  i didn’t do this !

run ,  and don’t look back .

this is real ,  i’m real .  look at me .

take this .  it’ll keep you safe .

follow my instructions very closely .

put your hands where i can see them .

you can’t just let me die !

i think  …  i think i need a doctor .

we need to get out of here ,  come on .

no ,  this isn’t it .  we’re getting you out of this .

you panicking is not going to help us right now .

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ GETAWAY ]  sender acts as a getaway driver for receiver .

[ MEDIC ]  sender arrives on receiver’s doorstep ,  badly bleeding .

[ HIDE ]  sender and receiver hide from a threat together .

[ HUSH ]  sender clasps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .

[ DRAG ]  sender physically hauls receiver to safety .

[ RIGHTS ]  sender calls receiver from a police precinct .

[ REALITY ]  sender helps receiver through an episode of derealization .

[ SHELTER ]  sender and receiver must find shelter from a storm  .

[ ARMED ]  sender brandishes a  [ gun / knife ]  at receiver .

[ CRASH ]  sender and receiver survive a  [ car / bike ]  crash together .

[ SEARCH ]  sender barges into the hospital demanding to see receiver .

[ BACKUP ]   sender calls receiver panicking after committing a crime .

[ CORNERED ]  sender menacingly backs receiver into a corner .

[ UNEXPECTED ]  receiver comes home to find sender already inside .

[ BREATHE ]  sender helps receiver get through a panic attack .

[ BADGE ]  sender and receiver flee from the cops together .

[ STRANDED ]  sender and receiver become stranded in the woods .

[ EMBRACE ]  sender kisses receiver thinking it’ll be the last time .

[ STRANGER ]  sender can’t remember who receiver is after an injury .

[ TOKEN ]  sender gives receiver a lucky charm before they go into battle .

[ CHOICE ]  receiver has to choose between sparing their own life or the sender’s .

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This blog is my adult version of cutting pictures out of magazines and glueing them on to paper

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Charlie Rowe as Freddie Messina in Angelyne with the pink umbrella.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  mixed action prompts.   adjust phrasing as desired.   potentially mature content within.  )

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.

[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.

[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."

[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."

[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”

[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"

[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."

[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"

[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.

[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."

[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."

[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."

[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."

[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"

[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."

[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."

[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."

[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"

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likehemmins:

imagine that you’ve been stood up by your douche of a boyfriend on date night and the waitress keeps asking if you’re ready to order but you keep asking for more time hoping that he’s just late. people are starting to look at you with those apologetic looks like they know and you start to feel worse and worse about the whole situation but as you decide to just get up and leave, this boy you’ve never seen sits down explaining loudly “sorry i’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now.” and he quietly adds, “i’m —–. just go with it, yeah? whoever didn’t bother to show up is a dick.” and so you do go with it because he’s being sweet and trying to save you (and plus he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen) and as you’re leaving the restaurant after the best non-planned date ever, he asks you out for real this time.

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give me a plot where muse a is this mega-famous movie star filming their 1000th lead role, and the muse b’s an extra for the same movie and this is their first paid role and while there are all these rumors that muse a is dating their costar or a pop star or something, muse a’s real object of affection is muse b, who they’ve been secretly eyeing during all their wordless walk-ons in their scenes

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Adam DiMarco as Peter in Overcompensating (2025)

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💿 closed starter for @femaleraqe.

setting: clara was walking home when it started down - pouring, she ducked under an awning before calling y/m to come get her!

the  rain  had  soaked  through  two  layers  of  clothing,    fabric  sticking  to  her  skin,    chilling  clara  to  the  bone  as  she  waits  beneath  a  flickering  streetlamp.    she’d  called  four  different  people  before  finally  getting  an  answer    –    sheepishly  asking  for  a  huge  favor.    she  wastes  no  time  climbing  into  the  car  after  it  pulls  up,    the  blast  of  cold  air  coming  from  the  vents  making  her  shiver.    ❛  thanks  for  coming  to  get  me.  ❜    she  says,    pulling  the  seat belt  over  her  chest  and  locking  it  into  place.    ❛  you  weren’t,    like,    having  the  best  night  of  your  life  before  i  called  or  anything    –    right?  ❜    she  added  with  a  nervous  laugh.

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Guy Remmers as Theo, Duke of Tintagel The Buccaneers (2023–)│2.04 "Ice Cream"

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The Wedding Date (2005) dir. Clare Kilner

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💿 closed starter for @aftrsglow.

setting: layla x warren, fake dating trope <33 they are at a black tie event / art exhibit opening, maybe supporting a mutual friend?

she  can’t  help  but  stare.    fingertip  tracing  the  rim  of  her  champagne  glass  as  her  best  friend  all  but  throws  himself  upon  another  woman    –    it’s  pathetic,    really.    and  her  plan  to  make  him  jealous?    even  more  pathetic.    she  almost  puts  a  stop  to  it,    almost  texts  them  to  let  them  know  that  the  mission  is  aborted,    but  her  eyes  meet  theirs  and  a  smile  replaces  her  desperate  longing.    suddenly,    she  isn’t  thinking  about  beck  anymore  as  she  weaves  her  way  through  the  glamour.    ❛  i  thought  you  said  you  weren’t  going  to  rent  a  tux.  ❜

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💿 closed starter for @loveshard.

setting: two acquaintances from high school get assigned to the same table at a wedding.

noah  flips  the  little  blue  card  that  read  his  name  in  silver swooping  letters  between  his  fingertips    –    still  nursing  the  same  nervous  energy  he’d  always  carried  during  formal  events  like  these.    ❛  pretty  sure  the  last  time  we  saw  each  other  was  eerily  similar  to  this.  ❜    he  laughs,    head  shaking  at  the  memory  of  senior  prom.    ❛  i  think  you  were  wearing  the  same  color  too.  ❜

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home from work today so heart this for a small starter!

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genevieve  had  ignored  his  warning  with  a  flippant  eyeroll  and  an  airy  laugh    –    she’d  thought  it  was  a  joke,    she  didn’t  think  there  was  any  truth  to  his  words  whatsoever.    a  family  of  wealthy  cannabilistic  monsters  sounded  like  the  plot  to  a  b  -  rated  horror  movie.    ❛  you  did  say  something.  ❜    she  reminds him    –    even  if  they’d  brushed  it  off  as  a  joke,    he  did  try  to  warn  her.    it  was  more  than  she  could  say  for  her  own  damn  fiance,    the  very  man  who  put  an  arrow  in  her  side  to  slow  her  down.    at  least  he  cried  while  doing  it,    right?    gen  nods,    allowing  his  arm  to  keep  her  upright,    wincing  from  the  pain as he guides her to the infirmary.    ❛  have  you  -    have  you  done  this  before?  ❜    isn’t  sure  his  answer  would  make  much  of  a  difference.    ❛  killed  someone,    i  mean.  ❜

it was in this moment that damian recalled a conversation they'd had the night they'd met, the night the engagement had taken place in fact. when he'd first seen genevieve, he'd felt the guilt forming as a pit in his fucking stomach. drunkenly, he'd told her that the kiryakov family were cannibalistic monsters and she should run far, far away. suffice it to say she hadn't heeded his words. when he stumbles across her now, he almost wishes he was drunk, because he can't help himself but to wrap an arm around her, guiding her in the direction he knows doesn't lead to his family. "i'm not." he chokes out and then hesitates. "i mean, i should have said something. shouldn't have let you get caught up in the dynasty bullshit... guess i can't change that now. come on, there's an infirmary if we keep going down this hallway."

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💿 open starter for m.

setting: cleo has been lying to her parents about having a significant other for months, y/m is a stranger, employee, etc .. at a country club that she's been arguing with for whatever reason.

you  must  be  james!    we’ve  heard  so  much  about  you.    her  mothers  voice  cuts  through  the  air    –    causing  cleo  to  abruptly turn  on  her  heel, abandoning the argument her tongue was spinning just moments prior.    ❛  oh,    no!    mom,    this  isn-  ❜    she  begins,    suddenly  registering  the  opportunity  being  laid  out  in  front  of  her.    maybe  if  her  mother  could  finally  put  a  face  to  the  name,    she’d  stop  pestering  her  about  meeting  her  nonexistent  boyfriend.    ❛  his  business  trip  was  rescheduled,    so  –  ❜    she  moves  a  little  closer  to  him,    testing  the  waters.    ❛  but  he  can’t  stay  long.    just  wanted  to  say  hi.    right,    babe?  ❜

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💿 open starter for m/f/nb.

setting: dex pretended to be locked out of his apartment to avoid an awkward morning after, y/m just heard his door open and shut, watching his latest conquest's walk of shame through the peephole.

declan  almost  laughs  as  his  lie  unravels  before  him,    an  unbothered  shrug  falling  from  his  shoulders.    ❛  how  do  you  know  she  doesn’t  work  for  maintenance?  ❜    he  asks,    as  if  the  bare  feet  and  half  winged  eyeliner  wasn’t  a  dead  giveaway  that  she  was  once  a  guest  he  had invited  into  his  apartment  the  night  prior.    ❛  fine,    you  caught  me.    i  wasn’t  locked  out  but  the  last  time  i  hooked  up  with  her  she  tried  to  stay  all  day.    so  i  told  her  that  i  had  a  dentist  appointment  and  got  the  hell  out  of  there.  ❜