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Blake Lively as Emily Nelson in A Simple Favor (2018) dir. Paul Feig

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Sharp Objects (2018—) Directed by Jean-Marc Vallée

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cadenlucca‌:

         CADEN’S STILL IN BED, grimacing at the sound of his phone going off, but the name on the screen stops him.  he immediately answers.   “ why are you worried about me ? “   he says with a small yawn, though sitting up in his bed.   “ but yeah, i have no plans today. “   besides sleep, but he didn’t want to tell her that when it was almost two in the afternoon.   “ want to, i don’t know, grab dinner ? “

             an index finger is reprimanding caden even though he can’t say it. “DON’T make me out to be SOFT, lucca. i like you because we’re family, which means i like you, but not THAT MUCH.” she’s drumming fingertips on her own thigh, contemplating the idea of holding out the most favored meal of the day for caden. she lets out a sigh and then says, “yeah. okay. dinner.”

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garreaus‌:

               mundane   moments   like   this   one   feels   almost   NOSTALGIC   —   the   duo   unwinding   in   their   alumni   dorm   in   comfortable   silence.   however,   samuel’s   leisurely   time   at   blackthorne   was   the   TOTAL   opposite   of   this,   but   it   felt   like   he   has   been   by   the   blonde’s   side—as   both   roommate   and   partner—for   years.   perhaps   charly   would   never   admit   how   close   they’ve   gotten   since   they   stepped   foot   on   campus,   but   he’d   say   it’s   quite   a   dramatic   (   and   nice   )   change   to   their   initial   meeting.   samuel   is   laying   on   his   bed,   narrowed   hues   focusing   on   his   book   when   she   asks   him   a   question.   his   lips   purse   in   thought,   placing   the   book   pages   down   on   his   chest.   ❛   hm,   red   wine   —   grenache   blends,   preferably.   i   do   like   pastis   cocktails   as   well,   but   it’s   hard   to   get   THAT   around   here.   ❜      

         it was a rhetorical more than anything, the question about his drinking preferences. the blonde doesn’t know much about drinks other than she goes for top shelf liquor and truly all red wine tastes the same, but she buys what she’s told is best in taste. so it is complete LUCK when a grenache blend stands out in the few bottles she’s brought from her own collection at home. a lick of her lips and a cork pop later, charly’s helping herself to a seat beside samuel in his bed and handing over her bottle. “cocktails are too much WORK, so you’ll have to make do.”

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burnthesagc‌:

sage knows her words are supposed to offer some sort of comfort, but it only makes her stomach twist a little more. yes, sure, it was a little nice to know charly also felt the way she did about life here and there, but for sage, it was a feeling that stopped her from doing anything at all. it was a sensation that every now and then made it hard to even leave her bed. and to think it was all her, and not some sort of defect in her genes or something- well, it was not a comforting feeling. she didn’t respond, though. just held it, like everything else she did in life. she still looked at charly offering her explanations, liking the way that she had not been the only one who felt sort of pressured by the family tradition, and the whole idea of being a spy. sage sighed and just shrugged. “i don’t know… i don’t know, charly. i… i like it here, but also i still can’t feel like i belong. two entire years here, and it just… hasn’t happened yet. i don’t know if it’s normal. well, spy normal.” she sighed again. “i don’t know. i don’t want to rule it out, but sometimes i just wish to have a normal boring life.”

      while the blonde does not flinch when the younger blythe speaks, she’s certainly doing her sister a favor because NORMAL sounds so boring, so opposite either of them, so foreign, and in the worst possible way. “i’m proud of you, kid,” charly says, studying her nail beds. “doing your own thing takes GUTS. YOU have got guts. don’t feel like you need to hide any part of yourself, ‘kay? not for me. not for mom. not for anyone.”

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coraxheartfield‌:

“And to think I am considering hiring some of them,” Cora tutted with a smirk as she perused the various student files that sat on her desk. If any of these students were going to continue stealing things than it had better if she was telling them to. Mentoring at Gallagher had also come with recruiting opportunities, another reason that she had taken the job.  Heartfield Enterprises was always looking for young new agents though current events were making her consider otherwise. “From my own mentees I’ve considered Orlov. What about from your lot? Any worth speaking to who is looking for a job?”

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       always so serious. always up to something. always plotting her next step toward world domination. it was admirable, though charly’s consistently failed attempts at getting cora to LOOSEN UP were less admirable. she accepts this now and decides not to dilly dally in what will ultimately result in charly answering straight forwardly. “OH. i’m flattered you’re asking me. --- & YEAH, actually --- ALEC HILL. he’s a worthy candidate in my professional opinion.” 

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Are you sure you two can keep this breakup going long enough for me to get the paperwork signed for CA?

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rainafms‌:

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     she rarely drinks, so when raina is only three glasses of white whine in, she already has a buzz. “oh my goodness, these people are MONSTERS,” she huffs from under her breath. she already cleans when she’s sober, and it only seems to heighten when she’s under the influence. she currently has a stack of discarded plates in her hands. “this was such a nice event, and these people just don’t care.”

      about to put on her coat and leave, charly sees what raina is up to and can’t help but move closer to ask. “what are you doing ?” the older blonde was raised in and still lived in a world where there were people assigned to such chores and raina was certainly not assigned that position. confusion and amusement crossed her at the same time, curious about raina’s party antics.

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      what she knows she can’t say anything about, what she doesn’t know eats her alive in the form of nightmares. she’s been seeing it all. her family suffering at the hands of this brotherhood crap and to think that a simple email she wasn’t sent could do this to charly, she knows she has to check in on caden. she keeps her distance here and there not wanting to OVERWHELM her cousin with the life that was kept from him, but she approaches him nonetheless during this time. she waits until AFTER the party to do so. regardless of how hungover he might be, she can’t wait, it’s been eating at her for far too long already. she’d gone in search of sage at the party and come up short. sage would allow her older sister to bombard that kind of moment, but caden seemed like the type to be well... up to something, or someone, so she knew better, having been a student herself. so she gives caden a call, “hi, are you free ? i’ve been... well, i’ve been worried about you.” // @cadenlucca​

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burnthesagc‌:

sage is holding her breath the entire time. she knows charly is not mom, but she can’t tell if that’s better or worse. their mother is eccentric at best, dramatic and takes everything too seriously, sage had learned to live with that, and yet, there’s nothing she wanted better than having charly herself, her sister, to like her, and be proud of her. even more so than their mother. it would be a hard thing, to talk to her about it, but getting it out of the way with charly felt like a new breath. she exhales and just looked at her, nodding a little bit. “you are… kind of…” she admits with a little laugh, more tears coming out of her eyes without her control. she didn’t want expectations, she didn’t want to be the best, she just wanted to fucking be. sage wipes her tears and smiles a little bit. “i don’t know… if i’m happy. i like… medical training, but you know… i keep wondering what it would be like to actually go to med school and all that. did it ever happen to you?”

        “that feeling of... INADEQUACY doesn’t go away, sage. we make it.” she says it confidently to try and express to her sister that a) charly, too, has felt inadequate and b) that if she’s able to keep it from stopping her, so is sage, mother blythe be DAMNED. she can’t control them once they become their own people. charly licks her lips, thinks about it once, whether or not she should be ADMITTING this, but she just goes for it because  soon charly will be on the road again and she wants to know her sister is good, is taking care of herself, has the confidence to reach out to charly if she needs to. “are you kidding me? i wanted to go to COLLEGE, have the ‘ REAL COLLEGE EXPERIENCE ’ , but do you really think mom was having any of that ? NO, so, i made this my new normal. some normal, huh?” she’s wishing, partially, that she could go back in time, be born closer to sage’s age, go through this with someone that’s BUILT IN to your life and has to care about you. she thinks she could’ve used one of those. sounds like sage probably can, too. “i think medical school could be great, but... you might miss this. finish medicine here and you can work anywhere. finish medicine in med school and you can work anywhere but here. do you... are you sure you’d want to rule this world out entirely ?”

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ohmymaeve‌:

how did maeve find the courage to offer a shot to an alum ? she didn’t know. alcohol truly brought everyone together… ish. “ you were never here to begin with. you know you’re secret’s safe with me,” maeve winked playfully as she took a sip from her own drink. “ did you also have parties like this when you were a student here ? ”  

      “NOT EXACTLY like this,” charly says, “but we admittedly had less... TRAUMA tainting our school years.” the blonde’s admitting it without offering her condolences, though she can’t help but feel a bit bad that the kids are worrying about shit like this. it’s preparing them for real life, she thinks, but she’s not sure how much it’s worth taking away what few years they have left before every year feels like this for them.

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blondev-ixen‌:

juliette, as always, was fashionably late to the cherry blossom festival. the sun had a few minutes at best before it dipped beneath the horizon and the night settled in. she stood on the edge of the orchard, her eyes glazing over the scene before her, scanning the milling crowd for a familiar face but in the low light it was hard to differentiate figures let alone faces. instead, the blonde decided to get herself a drink, weaving in and out through the crowd to get herself a glass of champagne. usually, the clock had to hit at least double digits for her to lose herself in inebriation, but today was different. with the uncovering of the ex brotherhood members, of which her father had been one, she was desperate for a night of IGNORANCE and BLISS. she brought the glass to her lips, downing it of its contents as she felt the presence of someone next to her. “i think this is cheap champagne,” she said, wrinkling her nose as she tilts her head to look at the glass. | @gallagherstart​

   charly helps herself to a glass because while she should let the students have their fun, if she was going to be stuck in gallagher’s halls post-murder, then she’d be having a drink, too. she didn’t see sage anywhere, but the quip from a younger blonde reminiscent of her own earlier days at gallagher catches her attention. “that’s because it is,” charly agrees and folds her arms with glass in hand. “i’m disappointed,” she admits, “i expect gallagher kids to splurge on the good stuff.”

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ohmymaeve‌:

maeve will admit that the music being blasted on the grounds was top tier. parties weren’t her cup of tea but she enjoyed them from time to time. as usual, she found a spot away from the crowd. she had a couple of beers, maybe a shot here and there, but she was totally fine— or so she tells herself. she, too, liked to let loose sometimes even in her own little ways. maeve found herself jumping and dancing to the music, not caring that her hair was a complete mess and pieces stuck to her forehead. it was dark, who else was going to see anyway. though, she spoke too soon. “oh umm—” she cleared her throat, pulling down her shirt, and tucking her hair behind her ear; a sad attempt at looking well kept. “the music is really good. do you want a shot?” she at least thought to awkwardly offer them a drink. // @gallagherstart​

      where the rulebook sat with the alum drinking with students, charly didn’t know, but if she had to guess, she knew the answer. while she’d only meant to be looking for sage, she instead found maeve, shot in hand and ready for charly. how could she say no ? well, she could. in more than one language. but her time at gallagher was almost up, why not be a YES person ? “if anyone asks, i’m not me,” charly says with a wink, throwing the shot back.

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hal-hardy‌:

“not a new word,” he corrects without hesitation. “just one i rarely have the opportunity to use.” the briefness of this period of time will ensure that this remains true, unfortunately. “does it remind you of umami, or something?” hal raises an eyebrow, unsure whether or not she’s just fucking with him. “well, i don’t know what i don’t know, now do i?”

     charly listens courteously and contemplates ignoring how cheeky hal is, knows she can satiate his curoisity, but instead she folds hands into her lap and asks like its the simplest thing in the world, “well what DO you know... about the brotherhood ? ”

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burnthesagc‌:

sage hadn’t even realized when her eyes had filled up with tears, but they were dripping down her cheeks without much control of her. she wasn’t sad as much as she was frustrated and relieved now that she had said it. she moved away from her sister for a second, walking across the room and back before sitting down again when she had her mind and emotions in grasp again. “Medical training.”

   the blonde reaches a strong blythe arm forward and wipes sage’s tears away with her thumb. she can see a calm demeanor in the girl, relaxing a bit, shoulders no longer hunching to her ears, as she tells her older sister the truth. “i’m not mom,” charly reminds her like it’s not obvious and honestly it’s not. “medical training,” she repeats. silence follows. it’s cerainly anticipation at its finest. suspense building. but it only takes a few beats before charly is saying, “sounds like it suits you.” she leans forward now like two school girls gossiping and adds, “plus, who wouldn’t kill to have YOU be their medical practitioner? god, you should get paid to wear scrubs. you’ll be the poster girl for them,” she realizes right away what she’s doing, she’s putting up this illusion of grandeur the way their mother did with, well, everything. charly wrinkles her nose, “i’m doing that... thing... aren’t i ? i am, yep,” and she laughs, hopefully along with the chime of her own little sister’s laugher. “i just want you to be happy.”

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garreaus‌:

                 his   seated   position   straightens   as   charly   confides   in   him   …   of   course   taking   his   crossed   feet   off   of   mahogany   desk   out   of   respect.   samuel’s   curiosity   still   is   evident,   a   slight   nod   of   his   head   following   her   words.   finally,   a   mission   he   can   sink   his   fangs   into   !   he   isn’t   worried   about   the   repercussions   —   when   has   samuel   ever   been   worried   about   the   consequences   affecting   him   ?   he   gets   away   with   ANYTHING.   he   leans   back   slightly,   his   office   chair   squeaking,   as   he   thinks   through   this   (   which   isn’t   very   long   ).   ❛   hm   …   alright.   what   were   these   ‘   wild   ’   accusations   she   was   telling   you   ?  ❜

         wild   accusations   were   discussed   but   delilah   was   doing   BETTER   and   it   felt   like   it   was   in   her   best   interest   to   drop   it   .   there   was   a   slight   GUILT   that   followed   it   ,   but   it   wasn’t   guilt   that   led   charly   to   samuel   again   and   again   .   she   wasn’t   one   to   feel   KINSHIP   or   anything   of   the   sort   but   maybe   being   in   close   proximities   with   him   had   made   her   soft   .   she’s   speaking   to   him   in   their   room   now   and   she   doesn’t   even   look   up   from   her   phone   when   she   asks   it   ,   just   continues   to   scroll   and   asks   nonchalantly   ,    “   i   don’t   know   how   i   don’t   know   this   ,   but   what   is   your   drink   of   choice   ?   ”