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Closer (2004)

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Closer (2004)

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had she anticipated such a move from yongguk, her reaction would’ve definitely been far more.. ｒｅｆｉｎｅｄ. for all she knew, he might've thought such a response was endearing, if not then (hopefully) adorable. one could only hope anyway, as she often did about his opinions pertaining to her. the fact that he wanted to attend the event with her was proof enough that yongguk felt comfortable and wanted to spend time together, yet there was always that 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺 that plagued her thoughts that seemed to overpower the positive. don't get your hopes up, the voice forewarned. so eevie hasn't —— not until today. eevie could feel his hand pull away, warmth leaving her almost as quickly as it came. she lifts her eyes from the phone as if to question him, yet stops herself. it's suddenly very cold, an unwelcome gust breezing past sent shivers down the gamer's spine. funnily enough, they were seated indoors and didn't happen to be by any open windows, leading her to believe the abandonment of his touch was the culprit. a steady heat colored her cheeks as eevie came to the quiet realization that maybe.. she liked his touch far more than she thought she would. maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if he had done so earlier— then again the whipped cream was on her lip. her trembling fingers steadied the phone in her hands, yet the moment eevie's gaze is averted, a graze on the screen becomes a continuous tap that sends about ten links yongguk's way. the repeated notification alerts pinging at moderate volume snap her out of the trance. ❝𝐘𝐀𝐇! I-I'm so sorry! I sent it too many times,❞ the femme fumbled with her phone, locking the screen before shoving the device into her handbag. eyes briefly fall to her lap before they hesitantly lift to meet his own, the shyest smile curling at her lips. ❝it's.. at the end of the month. august 23ʳᵈ, to be exact. I don't normally go with a group, sometimes with one other person. but most times I've gone alone.❞ a fact that she's yet to disclose to her mother, since travelling on your own as a woman was highly denounced. ❝don't tell umma! she worries about me far too much, even at my mature age.❞

     watching as she was browsing through her device expertly, able to see that this wasn't the first rodeo from eevie where she'd have to ensure tickets. it was in the span of him having reached out, allowing for the first proper skinship to appear between the two of them, and her having brought her phone up to investigate on the matter.  " you got them ? "  surprise evidently heard in his voice, but a smile of contentment was also stretching over his face  —-  taking in the sight of how easily she was smitten by his minor touch, but her stutter also causes him to slowly slip fingers away  ;  a test well received but, he had still pushed boundaries without knowing if it had been okay with her.  " thank you so much for doing that. "       primary reason for him to let go of her hand, had partly been to fish out his own phone to have laying atop of the table surface, simply to keep an eye on when she'd send over the tickets and he'd receive that validating notification from his phone.  " are you going there as a group, or do you just tend to meet up with people there then ? "  clearly curious as to knowing if this passion was shared with others, or if she had gained more friends through this hobby —- again, to have that little additional knowledge about her, interested in knowing the smallest of things. head tips to the side, fingers now fidgeting a bit on their own as if the touch he had made had left behind a burning sensation on his own hand  ;  having made a mental note of just how soft her skin had felt against his own.  " when was the date again ? "  a bit unsure he had even asked, mainly been focused on just having the moment happen, to ensure that the two of them would be spending time together again.

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hi friends. I apologize for the small hiatus, I just got back from my NY vaca yesterday. Once I recover from this random bug I got, I’ll be on to do stuff before my FL vaca on the 14th. 🫶

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hi friends. I apologize for the small hiatus, I just got back from my NY vaca yesterday. Once I recover from this random bug I got, I’ll be on to do stuff before my FL vaca on the 14th. 🫶

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AGATHA ALL ALONG (2024) KILLING EVE (2018–2022) THE 100 (2014–2020)

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me: *telling my mom about using a color remover for the first time*

mom: I feel like they never really work. & you need to rinse your hair for mad long, like half an hour.

me: *realizing I did it incorrectly* … I’m sorry, how long? 🥲

SO since I’m back from work, I’m dying my hair YAAAY! literally did a damn color remover days ago and it lowkey still smells like it. 😭 so when the color is setting + after final rinse, I shall work on drafts. ✨

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♡ LOGAN LERMAN sony pictures classics

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POST A "🫶🏻" ON YOUR DASH SO MUTUALS CAN COMMENT WHAT THEY LOVE ABOUT YOUR BLOG.

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otay, I must get some sleep! I promise you guys that I'll be in a better headspace to do the drafts / replies I owe. today was just scuffed from the beginning, no thanks to the weirdo that ruined it.. I'll be opening up the floor for some f/f threads v soon, keep a look out. ♡

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here's a starter for @jawbrkrs (ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ) — feat. Alma Yanez 🌵

with a nudge of her hip, she shuts the front door, balancing on one foot as she attempts to remove her shoes. one is much easier than the other, as it so often is, and alma successfully takes them off. she pinches them together to place them down beside ... an unfamiliar pair of boots. judging from their appearance, she gauged their size and could only determine that they belonged to a man. however, if she had just left her boyfriend after a full day of spending time together, then who did these belong to? and suddenly it hit her, the gasp she breathed enough to tighten every muscle in her back. the living room was.. vacant, though it couldn't have been the same for her room, so alma quietly made her way over. just as she approached the open doorway, his silhouette slowly came into view seated beside the streetlight illuminated window. ❝𝙟𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤. how long have you..❞ she began, though trailing off from her pointless question. he must've seen the drop off. he had probably seen everything.

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answers is all valentina wanted, yet tawny still didn't feel equipped to give them to her, even after all these years. tension, silence and resistance were the blocks that built her walls now as they stood twelve more feet tall on top of the already six, altogether creating this immovable structure of fear and paranoia. she could feel the eyes of strangers periodically turn to them, yet the ones that made any kind of effect on her were the ones in the shadows. to think that she'd ventured that far once upon a time — still one of the 𝗯𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 mistakes she'd ever made, and this meeting was quickly climbing up to a close second. eyes close as a tired sigh leaves rosy lips, the joined hands in her lap clutch each other, as if to self regulate. ❝there's 𝐧𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 burdening your mind with the past, with our friendship and how it ended.❞ deny, deny, deny. this was part of the plan since day one. her gaze finds sight of valentina and something in her breaks. it's fascinating to know that there was something still left within her to shatter when tawny was so convinced she came to be entirely dead inside. teeth quietly gnaw at the inside of her lip as she watches the other, shifting in her seat under the scrutinizing stare of her ex-best friend. ❝I don't have an answer for you,❞ the femme spat as her tone hardens, and as quickly as it does, it deflates soon after, power running dry like a leaking battery. the murmur of an apology is uttered as head cants downward. ❝let this remain cold. I can't involve myself with you anymore.❞ can't .. or won't? her choice of wording is 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡, yet its as if she subconsciously waves the white flag, hoping valentina could put it together like tawny knew she had the ability to do.

valentina didn’t even know why she asked her here. maybe she thought closure would look cleaner. quieter. maybe she thought seeing tawny again would smooth over the ache that never really left. instead, they were seated across from each other in a painfully cheery little café, voices raised just enough to draw a few stares, and it all felt like a mistake. she pinched the bridge of her nose, breathing steady despite everything. she wasn’t flustered. she didn’t get flustered. not anymore. “ i didn’t come here to argue, ” she said, her voice cool and level ⸻ the kind of tone that always made people sit up straighter across an interrogation table. “ i asked you here because it’s been years, and i’m still trying to make sense of something that never should’ve gone unanswered. ” the words weren’t angry. they weren’t emotional. they were precise ⸻ cut clean, like everything she did. “ you don’t get to disappear and then sit across from me now, claiming that it was all inevitable. it wasn’t. ” she leaned back slightly, crossing one leg over the other. “ i’m not here because i want to rehash the past ⸻ i’ve moved forward. believe me. i’ve rebuilt, and then some. ” her jaw tightened, just briefly. “ but if someone asked me today why we stopped being friends, i still wouldn’t have an answer. ” and that, more than anything, is what pissed her off.

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BUILD A BEAR GOT A:TLA CLOTHES?? I'm getting a mf bear EXPEDITIOUSLY

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need more sapphic threads. need. more. ASAP.

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I really want a one night stand where she snuck out before he woke up and he tried looking her up but he didn’t even know her full name, so he moved on. Move on years down the road and he’s just gotten engaged and at the engagement part he’s introduced to her sister that’s been living overseas for the past few days, but who is it, that girl from all those years ago. Better yet, meet her child, wait, why do they his eyes.

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They can't help the way their smile spreads widely in hearing Finley's lasting declaration. Even as they finally lean in to press their lips on India's, they're smiling into the kiss before contributing. Arms slink around the other's shoulders as India pulls closer, welcoming any and all maneuvers to get comfortable in this shrinking space. It was just the two of them now, and whomever else at this get together had a problem about the affection could kindly go f*ck themselves. Light smacks and smooches are heard between the two as India lessens the heat on their end to speak — something they shouldn't have been doing as per Fin's demand. ❝Mm. Now I have to keep you.❞

Fin's composure is breaking down by the second. Especially as they feel India's fingers beneath their chin forcing their gaze in a way that made their headspin. A mischievous smirk pulls at their lips as the other's sarcasm fills the space between them. Then India dares them right back and suddenly Fin cares so much less about having the last word and so much more about feeling India's lips against theirs. "We both need to stop talking. I'm sick of us both," Finley laughs as they lean forward to press their lips against the others, sighing into the embrace. It was so worth losing their little game of chicken.