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spicing up conversations by saying 'you really believe in that' at the most basic inane things

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@afterdeaths

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Reality Bites (1994) dir. Ben Stiller

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BUCKTOMMY + hands

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if you see me starting discord threads out of nowhere with you no you don't

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She's been waiting on him . Too long this time . They'd picked a time && he'd given her those big eyes && bright GRIN - told her that he'd be there . Used that exact exaggeration of the word , cigarette hanging between his lips as it always did . But Here she was , on the same corner as always , clicking her boot heel against the concrete && looking down at her watch with a tut .

An hour , more than an hour , seventy three minutes && counting . There's a fury deep in her chest , threating to bubble over ... consume her completely && turn her into something she doesn't want to be . She swallows hard , checks her watch one final time && turns on her heels to leave .

&& then there he is . HER BECK . Big boots , baggy trousers . A shirt that's just a little too short for his torso so that the fuzz on his tummy is showing . He's got his backpack over his shoulder , hanging low && looking half empty from the way it's sagging . Beck is sagging too . Blooming bruise around his eye is purple && blue , blood crusted over his brow && lip .

He's looking at her with that stupid smile , his eyes wide . He's looking at her like she's the only thing that matters in the world && it makes her heart sink .

❝ Where the fuck have you been ? ❞ her tone is sharp , head tilted to the side as she tries her best to not be brought to her knees by him . ❝ && what- ❞ a sigh . ❝ why do you look like this again ❞ She gestures to his face && his hand lifts to touch at the injuries , his silver rings glinting in the sun as fingers pad around his eye - lips curling downward into a grimace .

❝ Jack Clements . ❞ he drawls , looking way too happy with himself for the situation .

❝ oh ? The hockey captain? What did you do to him ? ❞

❝ Well - Sucked him off behind the tennis court , but he LIKED that .... it was bringing said blowjob up in front of his girlfriend that he didn't like as much . ❞ His eyes glitter . Sarah finds herself wanting to wipe the look off of his face.

❝ Fuck sake , Beck . ❞ He's close enough now for her to reach up && touch his face herself. Her brow scrunches . She pinches at the bruised skin a little , chuckling as he winces && pulls himself away from the grip with a whining ow . ❝ you know how to pick 'em ❞

❝ Yeah well - ❞ He bats her away , pushes at her shoulder playfully. ❝ they pick me , actually . I'm the prettiest thing in this fucking town && they can't resist it . ❞

Sarah rolls her eyes . ❝ I'm tired of waiting on you , Beckett . ❞

❝ You love it , Willis . ❞

She's already walking , not looking back at him . Listening for the sound of his heavy footsteps that she knows will follow . He always follows . He hasn't got anyone or anywhere else . She's only five steps away when he starts after her with a little jog that has him catching up in two of his own , long legged paces .

❝ I uh - I wasn't that late . ❞ He muses . ❝ not really , not for the length of time I was getting beat for . ❞

❝ Shut up , Beck . ❞

❝ Never . ❞

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OSCAR ISAAC as JONATHAN SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE 1.01 INNOCENCE AND PANIC

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@celesteye || unprompted bullshit

The sound of the kids laughing as they root through the taller grass at the far end of the garden has Beck's lips quirking at the corner. His focus is strictly on the piece of paper in front of him, pencil etching musical notes into the lines preprinted across it.

" dad - dada! " It's Jay.

Beck looks up for a second , then back to what he's doing - lounging further into his seat. " gimme a sec darl' " he calls, already preparing himself for an hour or more of being dragged around in the sun under some guise of a game.

" dad. " firmer. Olivia, older. Her tone more concerned than playful. Beck drops the paper and looks over at her , expression mirroring hers . She's not looking at him. " dad, there's a man. "

She raises a finger to point, Becks eyes following to the gate where a figure stands. Beck's stomach drops so far he fears he may never feel the same again, nausea makes his head swim. Blue eyes lock with a pair so very similar to his own. He wishes he was dead.

But his fear for his children outweighs anything else- heavy like lead in his chest as he leaps out of his chair .

" Sarah ! " It's close to a roar, louder than it needs to be for her to hear from the kitchen, loud enough to make her understand not to question what he says next before she acts . " Sarah get my fucking gun - "

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me: oh this bad ass male character is really hot!

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me: shit I wanna be the man not fuck the man don't I.

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Beck can't help the GRIMACE that surfaces over his features as Tim's hands manipulate his arm . If it were anyone else he's sure he would have lashed out , told them to get the fuck off of him . But there's something about the cool ease with which Tim does everything that comforts the ex-marine enough to just let it happen .

When he lets go , Beck cradles the limb back toward himself . His brow is creased in the middle - lips pulled in against his teeth as he watches Tim in front of him , takes in his words . He can understand the need to keep a gun in his hand . After Beck had come home he'd struggled to do what they wanted him to - RELAX . Felt wrong , felt unnatural . He'd turned to wet work contracts .... Tim had been the better man , turned to the law .

❝ They let you have a rifle ? ❞ he's tipping his face up into Tim's hand , letting himself be inspected . Staring back into those eyes as though he's accepting some sort of challenge by letting himself be SEEN like this . ❝ Or they got you restricted to a handgun ? ❞ He's imagining it , Tim with his face screwed up with focus - eye against the sight .

❝ I tell you what, they come knocking back at my door to give me another go around ? I'll let you do the honours for me . ❞

he tries to control his face, his breathing, and only meets Beck's eyes when he knows that his expression is locked. not empty but not overwhelming either, the powder keg inside him sealed tight but no less dangerous.

it's not about the fact that they occasionally sleep together now, that's the furthest thing from his head really. it's that they're friends. and Tim doesn't have many of those, fewer still that he feels more human than soldier with.

when his hands are certain that Beck's injuries aren't light threatening he nods, eyes locked onto his and ignoring the pained look on Beck's face. of course he's hurting, and Tim made it worse, but he's not going to apologize for that either. "can kill them if i have'ta." he sits back, his ass finding the coffee table so that he's in front of Beck.

"that's part of why i joined, don't know how to do much of anything that doesn't involve a gun in my hand, but i didn't want to have to kill just cause someone else said so." a shrug, and Tim reaches up to touch Beck's forehead, to look in his eyes for signs of serious issue. "well, my chief still tells me when to shoot some, but not as much." Tim is just trying to talk, just trying to keep Beck talking, and besides if you can't open up when the other person is concussed when can you?

"but i keep my promises, won't go after them. less you ask."

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Beach Rats (2017) Directed by Eliza Hittman

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i love this character so much......i hope they get seriously injured and almost die

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