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ELLA RUBIN as clover until dawn (2025)

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MADELYN CLINE I Know What You Did Last Summer World Premiere (14th July)

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i'm back from my trip! i don't know why but every time i get back home from travelling i always feel super depressed? lmao idk if that's just me but i am v glad to see my doggo because i missed him sm. also, i wanted to make a little post to say that i do apologize for not being as active as i wanted to be since coming back from my hiatus two months ago. work (new position aka shit show + moving buildings) and life got crazy & i feel like i had plotted so many amazing things with some of you but never got to write things out the way i wanted. 😔that being said, i am back and would like to get things rolling again so below the cut i've tagged those i have ongoing threads & starters / plotted out things with that i still have a lot of interest in (if you don't see your blog here i may have sent you a msg already! if not, please reach out to me ) & if you could let me know if you're still down to continue our things, i would appreciate it sm. thank you & sorry for being trash🥺

@slumpcd @velvetdesirez @mo0nstrucks @gckko @shcrtnsalty @heroexxs @ofginjxints @emotionlcss @vicedmuses @ofdamnation @thatssotrueee @dcgtown @lacehearts @svndowner @loveshard

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madelyn cline for people magazine

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hi! ill be away from my computer until july 28th as im going on a trip to toronto. i have a few posts queued while im gone and have access on mobile if anyone wants to plot / talk when i have some time to come online. hope everyone is doing well 🫶🏻

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i’m craving a plot where a girl matches up with her best friends brother on tinder and every time she sleeps over from then on she sneaks into his room to spend the night after the best friend has fallen asleep like please and thank you 

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hi! sorry for disappearing, i ended up being offered a new position at work and training the last few weeks has been intense to say the least. the only thing ive had energy for is watching love island usa lmao. while i work on drafts this weekend, please give this a like if you’d like to plot/write together and ill send you a message!

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GRACE VAN PATTEN as LUCY ALBRIGHT TELL ME LIES (2022-)

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will be on tomorrow to do replies!

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hi! i'm hoping to be on more these next few days. i've had a lot going on after work this week & still do again tomorrow. it doesn't help that my cold is still not 100% gone either. 🤧

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Audrey never imagined her life would take a turn like this—below deck on a yacht so stunning it looked like it belonged in the pages of a glossy magazine. The walls shined with polished wood, the trim gold-plated, and the bed sheets were silk—real silk, not the knockoff kind she’d once impulsively bought during finals week. She ran her fingers across the edge of the vanity, half-expecting to wake up and find herself back in her cramped dorm room, juggling exams and arguing with her annoying roommate. It had all started with desperation. Tuition was crushing her, and her part-time job at the campus coffee shop barely paid enough for textbooks, let alone helping her distant mother who never called unless she needed something. Her best friend—who always seemed to be surrounded by expensive gifts and stories— had whispered the secret into Audrey’s ear over margaritas: a sugar baby website. It’s not as sketchy as you think, she’d said with a knowing smile. Some of them are even sweet. The first few matches, though, were anything but. Men who leered, talked more about themselves than her, or treated her like a doll they wanted to control. She almost deleted her profile after one especially awful dinner, where the man across the table told her she’d look better if she didn’t talk so much. Then came Lila. Lila was something else. Gorgeous and confident. She had this easy smile and a way of talking that made Audrey feel like she actually mattered. Their first meetup had been at this low-key rooftop bar, and it didn’t feel like a transaction—it felt like... a date. A good one. They just clicked. It was effortless, natural and kind of addictive. Now they were on this trip—one week on a private boat—and Audrey still couldn’t believe it. She finished unpacking, took one last look around the ridiculously nice room, then climbed up to the main deck where the sun hit her face and the wind tugged at her blonde hair. Her eyes immediately landed on the other woman, who was looking like the star of a glamorous movie. ❝ Sorry, I'm the worst when it comes to packing and unpacking,❞ she laughed softly, making her way towards Lila. Tell me what you want from this week. Audrey blinked, caught off guard. No one ever asked her that. Not what she needed to do, or should do—but what she wanted. She sat down, smiling without even meaning to. ❝ I don’t know, ❞ she said, feeling a little shy. ❝ I’ve never had a week like this before... What did you have in mind?❞

The sun dipped low over the Amalfi Coast, painting the sky in hues of coral and gold. Lila lounged on the private yacht’s deck, her sleek black sundress clinging to her frame, dark hair cascading over one shoulder. A glass of chilled rosé dangled between her fingers as she surveyed the turquoise waters, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

Below deck, her companion—Audrey—was still unpacking, probably marveling at the opulence Lila had orchestrated for this week-long escape. The yacht, the cliffside villa waiting for them in Positano, the private chef—it was all part of Lila’s world, one she curated with precision. She wasn’t just wealthy; she was a maestro of desire, offering indulgence with a price only she defined.

Lila’s phone buzzed on the teak table beside her. A message from her assistant back in New York: Everything’s set for the gala next month. Should I confirm your plus-one? She ignored it. This trip wasn’t about business or society’s prying eyes. It was about her. And them.

Lila turned at the sound of feet padding along the deck, her eyes catching the light as she sized up her companion, who stepped into the golden glow. “Took you long enough,” she teased, voice low and velvety. “Come. Sit. Tell me what you want from this week.” / @aconites

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i'm still sick but feeling a little better. i probably won't do any writing tonight but would anyone be down for a ship gif set for our plotted ships? 🫶

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you’re helping me practice for my date—just a casual, low-stakes ‘show me how to kiss better’ situation—and then your hands are in my hair, and you’re pulling me closer, and suddenly my date doesn’t matter anymore

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dealing with an annoying cold the last few days 🤧 hoping i’ll be feeing better tomorrow.

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omg 🥴 ive been dealing with two work loads at work bc my coworker hasn’t been in since monday but thankfully she’s scheduled to come back tomorrow. ill try to do a few replies tonight when i get home and tomorrow ill be able to do a lot more too.

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catalina   isn’t   sure   how   long   she’s   been   dancing—maybe   a  few   minutes,   maybe   hours—when   suddenly,   a   familiar   voice   cuts   through   the   music.   the   blonde   froze   mid-spin,   her   drink   almost   slipping   out   of   her   hand.   turning,   she   found   spencer,   standing   just   at   the   edge   of   the   makeshift   dance   floor,   flawlessly   dressed   in   his   suit   and   looking   out   of   place   among   the   half-drunken   strangers   and   cheap   string   lights.   we   should   go   inside.   it   was   only   then   that   she   noticed   a   small   crowd   had   gathered   in   the   periphery—some   genuinely   enjoying   the   music,   others   aiming   their   phones   in   her   direction.   her   breath   hitched.   she   wasn’t   drunk,   just   a   little   past   the   point   of   tipsy,   but   the   realization   was   sobering   on   it’s   own.   the   moment   she   thought   hers   alone   had   never   really   belonged   to   her   at   all. her   heart   pounded   with   embarrassment,   cheeks   burning   not   from   the   alcohol   but   from   the   knowledge   that   tomorrow’s   headlines   would   feature   this:   the   barefoot,   glittery   future   queen   dancing   like   a   girl   who   forgot   who   she   was.   and   maybe   for   a   moment,   she   had. ❝ how   did   you   find   me? ❞ she asked before glancing   down   at   his   outstretched   hand.   she   didn’t   want   to   take   it.   not   because   she   didn’t   trust   him—he’d   never   been   cruel,   never   unkind—but   because   taking   it   meant   surrender.   it   meant   stepping   back   into   the   life   that   she   never   asked   for   but   she   also   knew   she   couldn’t   stay.   so,   she   took it,   fingers   lacing   unfamiliarly   with   his.  

it wasn't just one message that popped up on his screen when he sat in the dark, catching up on some much needed work. his father was going to prepare him for the throne in all ways necessary. but he couldn't focus on anything but a video of a certain blonde drunk dancing while others laughed and filmed her. spencer didn't think — instead just acted. still in his suit, he grabbed his keys to wherever the party was at. luckily they had friends in common that could give him the adress. he pushed through the crowds of people and it wasn't hard to find the future queen. " catalina ... " it didn't matter if she liked him or if he liked her. their lives would soon become intertwined. he reached out for her hand, " we should go inside. " didn't want to command her but people's phones were still filming and the last thing he wanted was to cause more of a scene.

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alright, i've posted all of the rest of my closed starters ( unless i missed one? if so, please let me know! ) & today i was suppose to be online a lot more but ended up forgetting to set an alarm and slept all day instead... fail. so, i'll be working on my actual replies tomorrow night when i'm off work. goodnight!