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" lets show em' how it's done." Minka Kelly & Marianly Tejada in Ransom Canyon Season 1 ep. 10

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hi loves! I think for the time being im going to swtiching to discord for some 1x1 things! if any mutuals would like to continue our stuff over there shoot me a message and ill make sure to add you <3

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words  good  girl  slithered  through  her  veins  like  cheap  whiskey , burning,  intoxicating,  utterly  infuriating. she  let  her  teeth  graze  him  in  retaliation,  just  enough  to  watch  his  knuckles  whiten  in  her  periphery.  praise  me  like  a  dog  and  i’ll  bite  like  one,  thought  lingered  in  her  mind.  hollowing  her  cheeks  again  to  drag  a  groan  from  his  throat.  "  yeah  maybe  i  am  ,  what  are  you  going  to  do  about  it?  "  thumb  swiping  the  wetness  he’d  left  on  her  chin.  she  held  his  gaze  as  she  licked  it  clean,  slow,  deliberate. she  rose,  knees  protesting  the  carpet’s  bite,  and  crowded  into  his  space—close  enough  to  taste  the  mint  and  bourbon  on  his  breath.  her  palm  flattened  against  his  chest.  "  you  want  to  make  me  beg?  "

the sight of her on her knees for him was pure bliss because then he knew he would feel her warm mouth around him. jaw clenched at that first lick — making his cock twitch with eagerness. a hoarse groan escaped between his lips as her mouth wrapped tightly around him. digits tangled in her pretty hair, letting her go at her own pace. " such a good girl. " dorian praised, smile forming on his lips when he saw her take every inch. hearing her gag was like hearing a sweet symphony. he held himself back otherwise his hips would work with their own rhythm. he wasn't stupid — he knew that for her it meant something more. that she might want more than just getting into bed together. but everyone knew what he was. had he been in a committed relationship ever? " you gonna start teasing now skye? " smirk blossomed over his mouth. thumb moved under her eye, wiping at the smudged mascara. " you know two can play that game. is that what you want? " he knew how to push her buttons until she came undone ... but he could also take it back at any moment.

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* / (somewhat) romantic dark / horror plots  🔪

most of these plots are based on ideas from horror movies & thrillers, in which there should be trigger warnings for those sort of plots: blood, gore, m*rder, death, stalking, etc. these can be taken in a romantic way or not ! be reminded that this is just fiction & a way for you to explore the darker parts of muses.

        CONSTANT CRAVING.  muse a has been stalking muse b for years, but it hasn’t been extremely insidious. in fact, at this point it seems like muse a knows muse b more than they know themselves. it’s like a soft little security blanket that muse b begins to miss because they seem to be stalking them less and less. so they try to figure out who muse a is to see why they’ve stopped.

        BURY A FRIEND. all throughout high school and college, muse a was bullied by their group of friends… except no one really knew, and just assumed that they were a regular part of that group. unknown to anyone, muse b begins to kill off that friend group and muse a thinks that they’re next. what they don’t know is that they’re the reason their friends are dying: muse b noticed the bullying, and wanted to put a stop to it.

        NIGHT SHIFT. there was a kidnapping gone wrong, and for whatever reason muse a was picked up by a group of serial killers. but when muse b is expected to watch over them, things don’t go as planned. muse a is incredibly witty and spunky, and begins to seduce muse b so that they can figure out a way to escape. 

        TWO LONELY HEARTS. there is a twisted person on the loose who keeps picking up people and keeping them locked in a house. for only a few weeks it has only been muse a and muse b living in the house, and even though they try they just can’t seem to find a way out. they have plenty of food and water, and the house is fully functioning. at first they can’t stand living with each other, but after weeks of being together something changes.

        WE’RE NO GOOD. through sheer coincidence, two hitmen have been happily married. in a turn-around of events, these two muses have gotten new assignments. both are incredibly large payouts; enough to put away for 10 college funds and then some. the only problem is… both of their targets are each other. and neither of them know that they’re stalking each other.

        ANOTHER VERSION OF ME. back when they were dating, muse a genetically engineered a tracker that they put in their lover’s dna so that they could track wherever muse b ‘released’. muse a completely forgot about it until they broke up… it was not mutual. muse b had moved on, but muse a wanted to get back at them: so muse a began to track them and everyone they got intimate with. and every single person muse b sleeps with ends up murdered. 

        UNTOUCHABLE FACE. modern technology is a great thing, especially how far virtual reality has come. with ‘nexus programs’ anyone can connect their brain to a small chip and be fully immersed in their video game world. whether it be a fantasy world, racing, or one of those popular shooter games! and that’s how muse a and muse b meet. and they quickly realize that it really is fully immersive. bonus points if they know each other in real life, but don’t know who’s playing the characters.

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the jukebox crooned some heartbreak ballad, and percy didn’t breathe. didn’t blink.  calloused  fingers  drummed  a  restless  rhythm  against  the  bar’s  scarred  oak,  the  clink  of  his  bootheel  tapping  steel  beneath  the  stool  betraying  the  calm  he  was  faking. nicolet’s  voice —smoky,  amused, always  unraveled  him  faster  than  a  snapped  lasso. hat  date  had  ended  with  a  whiskey  bottle  shattered  against  the  jukebox  and  a  woman’s  scream  that  still  echoed  in  his  skull.  but  hell  if  he’d  admit  it  outright.   he  leaned  forward,  elbows  denting  the  sticky  varnish,  and  let  his  gaze  drag  over  her —  “you  wanna  lecture  me  on  bad  decisions,  nic?”   drawl  frayed  at  the  edges,  thumb  swiping  at  the  condensation  on  his  untouched  beer.  “pretty  sure  you  served  me  that  fourth  shot  last  friday  when  i  was  already  seein’  double.”  a  deflection,  sure,  but  his  pulse  kicked  despite  it  all.  the  worst  decision  he  actually  could  ever  make  was  telling  her  how  he  really  felt..  “double  whiskey.  neat.”  he  nudged  the  beer  aside,  eyes  locked  on  hers.  a  test.  she  knew  his  order  by  now,  knew  he  only  drank  the  hard  stuff  when  he  needed  courage.  or  oblivion.   

❝ i told you that she was bad news the first time you brought here on a date. ❞

open: m/f/nb 25+ connection: friends but actually into each other they just need that push.

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don’t jokeship with me because 2 hours later i’ll have feels for the pairing.

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nadia’s  laughter  dissolved  into  something  softer  ,  leaning  against  the  doorframe  of  their  cramped  dorm,  arms  crossed,  watching  the other  sprawl  dramatically  across  their  bed.  how  could  someone  be  so  obliviously  beautiful  while  wallowing  in  self-pity? nadia  bit  the  inside  of  her  cheek,  the  familiar  ache  blooming  beneath  her  ribs.  tell  her,  some  reckless  part  of  her  hissed. instead,  she  pushed  off  the  doorframe,  voice  dripping  with  mock  solemnity.  “pain’s  hilarious  when  it’s  yours,  kells.  nothing  hurts  more  than  unrequited  thirst.  ”  she  perched  on  the  beds  edge,  knees  brushing  her  thigh.  “but  really  if  you  wanted  to  save  yourself  some  embarassement  ,  you  could've  just  slid  in  her  dm's...  ”  that  what  she'd  always  done  ,  hadn't  failed  her  yet..   fingers  twitched,  resisting  the  urge  to  tuck  a  stray  braid  behind  her  ear.  “let’s  practice.  you’ve  got  two  left  feet  in  the  flirt  department.  i’ll  be  imani.”  the  lie  fizzed  on  her  tongue.  i’ll  be  whoever  you  need  me  to  be.   " start  over  —  ”  she  murmured,  turning  towards  her,  pulling  her  hands  into  her  lap.  “ask  me  out.  for  real  this  time  like  im  imani.”   

open to: all. ( f if romantic )

muse: kelly vaughn, twenty-one, closeted lesbian, environmental science major.

"why is that so entertaining for you? i'm literally in pain..." kelly confided in her roommate about how her long-time crush on imani fields had ended with imani rejecting her attempts to discreetly gain her attention around campus. if anything, kelly looked like a lost puppy chasing after a squirrel, which she would never catch. "you know what? i'll just lie here until graduation because i don't think i'll ever be able to show my face around her or here again." if anything, she'd probably die a virgin, still in the closet, and alone at this rate.

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despite  his  initial  judgement  ,  he  quickly  learned  she  wasn't  the  type  to  rollover  and  lie  down.  she  asked  questions  that  made  the  walls  he’d  built  tremble. his  hand  froze  mid  stride  ,  tossing  a  pack  of  batteries  into  the  bag  for  their  backup  flashlights.  the  syndicate’s  methods  flickered  behind  his  eyes—cracked  molars,  fingernails  peeled  back  like  orange  rind.  they’d  use  her  screams  as  a  metronome,  slow  and  precise,  just  to  watch  him  break.  yes,  his  silence  screamed.  worse  than  you  know.   "  depends  on  how  creative  they're  feeling  at  the  time."  wasn't  a  yes  or  a  no  ...  he  left  the  gray  area,  on  purpose.  "  leave  you?  of  course  not.  if  it  weren't  for  you  i'd  be  dead.  "  admission  hung  there,  throbbing.  he  owed  her  more  than  she  ever  knew.  "  we  should  get  out  of  here.  leave  your  phone  ,  and  anything  they  can  track  us  through,  behind.  we'll  get  you  a  new  one  down  the  road."  if  we  live  that  long.  the  unspoken  words  curdled  in  his  throat. for  a  heartbeat,  he  let  himself  imagine  it:  her  laughing  in  some  nowhere  diner,  sunlight  erasing  the  shadows  under  her  eyes.  a  different  life.  a  better  man.  but  his  hand  lingered  at  the  small  of  her  back.  one  second.  two.   a  silent  apology.   a  vow.  in  six  hours  they'd  be  in  a  different  state,  taking  on  new  lives  ,  and  finally  he'd  have  to  become  the  monster  he  tried  to  bury.

chantal was self-aware — she knew she'd been lucky last time. could make split second decision to help him but now that people knew she was around ... she wouldn't have any more luck. the blonde stared at her own feet as he continued with his routine. " would they make it hurt? " she questioned. if anything happened to atlas then she for sure would end up dead. femme snapped herself out of her own mind and moved over to his side. hand resting on his shoulder as he packed. sometimes she felt so powerless. like she couldn't take care of herself and now he was stuck with babysitting. quickly her mind raced again, " do you wish you could leave me behind? " unsure if she really wanted the truth or not — but she had to ask. or was atlas just bringing her with him because he felt like he owe her something? because surely it would've been easier for him without the dead weight.

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she could tell the lie was bitter, even on romy’s tongue. she could smell it—sharp and acrid beneath the sweat-damp skin of her neck.  her own pulse hammering as romy’s fingers twisted in her hair, nails scraping scalp. the pain was sweet, a lightning strike down her spin , arching into it, letting the sting bloom into something darker. her knee pressed harder between her thighs, pinning her against the gnarled oak at her back. she could map every flinch, every suppressed jerk of romy’s hips, like braille. "you’ve always needed an audience, haven’t you?”  her moan vibrated against her lips, a sound kendall had only ever conjured in fevered, midnight fantasies. she swallowed it greedily, biting down on romy’s lower lip until she felt the shudder ripple through them both. kendall’s fingers were a metronome of spite and want, each drag of her fingertips a verdict. feel this, she willed. hot. slick. trembling. her fingers glided through romy, gathering proof. mine, the ache in her throat insisted. mine, mine— she swallowed the word, let her hand speak instead. two fingers pressed inward, slow, relentless. her fingers curled, deliberate, searching for that spot she’d theorized about during too many sleepless nights. " this is your last chance to run, before i make you come." her thumb found romy’s clit, circling once— a tease — before retreating...

"she didn't need to make me orgasm... i was using her tongue as a toy to get myself off," she breathed out, trying to spit back but succumbing to the feeling as the pad of the other's thumb moved against her skin. the darkness around them was so thick she was afraid it would swallow her whole if she didn't give into what kendall wanted. "ken..." she muttered, a warning tone. this would ruin them, wouldn't it? but, after all of these years, didn't ro want to ruin them? she couldn't let her have control though. once their lips met, despite the pathetic moan she let out, romy reached up and tangled her fingers through red locks and gripped them tightly. her free palm pressed against kendall's chest, gripping and kneading as she dared to deepen their kiss. rough, needy. something that romy tried so hard to avoid seeming.

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i just wanted to tell you i adore you 💛💛😘

stoppp you're too good to me! I adore you even more 💕

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Ꮺ MINKA KELLY — RANSOM CANYON SEASON 1 GIF PACK

in the source link ,  you’ll  gain  access  to #255 medium gifs  of  MINKA KELLY in the show, ransom canyon (2025), that are suitable for roleplays .  she was born in 1980 , and is white so please cast appropriately when using these gifs . all of these were made from scratch by me, so you may edit them,  but please do not reclaim as your own! this gif pack is FREE , so I kindly ask that you just reblog/like if you use them . if not it will result in a block .

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fr making a comeback tomorrow … just needed a few days to decompress 🫣

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open: f/m/nb

you  wanna  know  why  i  left?  ...  hell,  everyone  in  this  town’s  got  a  theory.  said  i  was  running  from  the  rodeo  circuit,  or  my  old  man’s  whiskey soaked  legacy,  or  —  or  you.   but  here’s  the  truth  ...  i  didn’t  run.  i  dug  in.  planted  my  boots  so  deep  in  this  dirt,  i  thought  it’d  bury  me.  you  remember  that  night?  the  one  where  you  swore  you’d  follow  me  to  the  ends  of  the  earth , or  at  least  to  el  paso?  i  waited.  three  hours.  four  ...  you  never  showed. 

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open: f/m/nb plot: your muse is getting married to tomorrow , and lark is a mess ...

"  i didn’t  fight  when  you  started  dating  her.  i  didn’t  even  fight  when  you  stopped  calling ...  but  this?  this  is  me  fighting.  don’t  marry  her.  you  can't  marry  her  .  "  because  im  in  love  with  you.

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her  thumb  worried  her  wedding  ring,  metal  warm  now  from  her  frantic  twisting.  twelve  years.  twelve  years  since  he  slid  this  onto  me  in  that  sunlit  vineyard,  his  hands  steadier  than  his  voice.  the  memory  flickered,  unwanted,  relentless  and  her  throat  burned.  the  shards  glittered  like  malevolent  constellations  between  them,  each  fragment  catching  the  stove’s  dying  light  as  harry  knelt.  always  the  martyr,  bitterness  clawing  her  throat.  but  his  hands,  those  broad,  familiar  hands,  moved  with  a  tenderness  that  undid  her.  they’d  cradled  her  face  once,  mapped  her  body  like  it  was  holy  ground. but  this... this  careful  gathering  of  glass,  the  slope  of  his  shoulders  defeated , it  hollowed  her.  defiance  wavered,  fingers  curling  into  her  palms  until  the  crescents  of  her  nails  bit  flesh.  make  him  look  at  me.  not  the  damn  glass.  me.   naomi’s  knees  hit  the  tile,  cold  seeping  through  the  fabric  of  her  dress.  she  didn’t  care  if  it  shredded  the  fabric.  she  leaned  in,  slow,  deliberate,  her  lips  a  hair’s  breadth  from  his.  “  I  just  want  us  back  —  ”  her  breath  mingled  with  his  “  I  don't  want  to  lose  you  —  us.  ”  a  hitch  in  her  voice  betrayed  her,  vulnerability  drowning  every  word.  the  kiss,  when  it  came,  was  no  gentle  spark.  it  was  a  collision,  tongue  and  desperation,  her  hands  fisting  his  shirt  like  an  anchor.  she  poured  every  unsaid  stay,  every  i’m  still  here  into  it,  her  body  a  language  he’d  once  fluently  read.  but  when  she  pulled  back,  her  lips  tasted  of  copper  and  uncertainty.  had  he  kissed  back,  or  had  she  imagined  the  pressure  of  his  mouth  softening,  just  for  a  heartbeat?   “tell  me  this  is  still  home.”  she  whispered,  the  plea  sharp  as  the  glass  between  them.  tell  me  we’re  not  just  shards.   

                             the     kitchen     feels     suffocating     ⎯⎯⎯     the     air     thick     with     unspoken     words     and     simmering     resentment     .     he     finds     himself     leaning     against     the     counter     ,     hand     gripping     the     edge     as     if     anchoring     himself     to     reality     .     dishes     should     piled     high     in     the     sink     ,     remnants     of     shared     meals     with     conversation     and     laughter     ,     followed     by     debate     on     who     would     be     taking     out     the     trash     ,     but     instead     it's     empty     ,     proof     of     how     this     room     ,     along     with     the     rest     of     the     house     ,     now     carried     similarity     to     a     mausoleum     ⎯⎯⎯     ridden     with     ghosts     of     what     was     and     echoes     of     a     life     that     once     thrived     within     these     walls     .     somewhere     along     the     way     their     sanctuary     had     morphed     into     a     haunting     reflection     of     gradual     loss     .     a     short     -     lived     ,     hollow     laugh     falls     from     his     lips     ,     carrying     no     trace     of     amusement     ,     just     a     shallow     reflection     of     despair     and     an     instinctive     attempt     to     mask     the     weight     of     sorrow     that     settled     heavily     on     his     heart     .     “     all     of     that     instead     of     just     talking     to     me     about     it     ?     naomi     ,     are     we     in     high     sch     —     ,     ”     the     sound     of     glass     exploding     around     them     is     both     an     abrupt     punctuation     mark     and     a     breaking     point     ,     a     sudden     end     to     their     heated     exchange.     for     a     moment     ,     time     stands     still     as     the     jarring     clatter     glass     breaking     cut     through     the     chaos     of     their     words     .     he     feels     a     jolt     in     his     chest,     a     sharp     pang     that     mirrored     the     shattering     of     their     conversation     .     off     to     the     side     ,     the     wine     pools     crimson     on     the     floor     .     it's     tempting     to     let     it     bleed     out     ,     neglecting     it     like     he's     been     ignoring     the     warning     signs     of     their     marriage     .     still     ,     “     i've     got     it     ,     ”     he     assures     ,     the     words     emerging     almost     instinctively     as     he     kneels     down     ,     feeling     the     weight     of     exhaustion     settle     over     him     like     a     heavy     blanket     .     “     watch     your     step     ,     ”     he     gently     commands     as     he     begins     to     collect     the     jagged     pieces     scattered     across     the     floor     ,     an     instinct     buried     beneath     the     anger     and     bitterness     and     a     flicker     of     the     deeply     rooted     care     that     still     resides     somewhere     deep     within     him     despite     the     turmoil     of     their     argument     .

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she  let  her  gaze  drag  over  them  now,   sharp  angle  of  their  jaw,  the  way  their  throat  bobbed  as  they  swallowed  her  words.  scared  to  ruin  what’s  perfect.  a  laugh  almost  clawed  its  way  up  her  chest.  perfect  had  been  the  neon lit  chaos  of  their  youth,  the  way  they’d  torn  into  each  other  like  feral  things,  all  teeth  and  trembling.   her  fingertips  grazed  the  emerald  silk  again,  fabric  whispering  secrets  against  her  skin.  “teeth,”  she  repeated,  low,  deliberate,  letting  the  word  bruise  the  silence.  “structural  tailoring.  angular  seams  here ” she  traced  the  air  above  the  bodice “to  contrast  the  drape.  a  neckline  that  doesn’t  apologize.”  she  plucked  a  pin  from  the  cushion  at  her  wrist,  thrust  it  into  the  fabric  with  more  force  than  necessary.  “you’re  designing  for  a  woman  who’s  survived  boardrooms  and  bad  divorces.  she  doesn’t  want  pretty.  she  wants  to  end  someone.”   her  nail  caught  a  loose  thread,  snapped  it —  before her  hip  bumped  the  edge  of  the  drafting  table.  old  blueprints  rustled,  a  sketch  of  a  gown  with  a  plunging  back sat  to  the  side.  “add  diamonds  along  the  torso.  something…  unforgiving.”  like  us,  she  didn’t  say.   her  cardigan  slipped  again  as  she  reached  for  the  neglected  sketchpad,  exposing  her  collarbone.  her  hand  hovered  near  their  wrist,  close  enough  to  feel  their  body  heat.  “perfection’s  a  lie.  you  taught  me  that.”  the  confession  hung,  jagged. except  perfection  did  exist  ,  chasing  the  memory  of  their  last  kiss.  2004.  rain soaked  and  trembling  behind  the  alumni  hall.   "a  little."  she  admitted,  the  lie  smooth  as  the  silk  between  her  fingers.  she  crossed  her  arms,  not  against  the  loft’s  chill  but  the  way  the  others  gaze  lingered  on  her  exposed  collarbone , like  they  were  reading  an  old  roadmap.  the  ac  was  humming  too  loud,  but  the  real  cold  lived  deeper,  in  the  hollow  where  her  ribs  tightened  when  they  stood  this  close.   she  adjusted  her  cardigan  with  a  brisk  tug,  fabric  rasping  against  the  sudden  prickle  of  her  skin.  "your  ac’s  always  been  aggressive...  "  she  deflected,  nodding  toward  the  vent  overhead.  a  strand  of  hair  clung  to  her  lip  gloss,  and  she  swiped  it  away,  too  quick,  too  deliberate. 

they  sat  almost  sunken  within  the  cushion  of  the  imported  couch  as  hues  of  moss  burned  a  hole  in  the  ceiling.  their  mind  had  spun  in  a  form  of  a  vortex,  twisting  it's  surroundings  in  order  to  feed  into  the  killer  of  peace,  but  seeking  for  soraya.  the  late  night  dorm  visits  with  tangled  legs  and  giggles  under  a  fluorescent  light  had  earned  it's  position  in  sacha's  vault.  along  with  the  taste  of  the  campus  coffee  sitting  on  her  lips  as  they  couldn't  find  the  right  goodbye  kiss.  a  taste  that's  never  left  her  lips  since  they  first  connected.  bold  and  rich  like  a  much  needed  shot  of  expresso  then  the  lingering  sweetness  that  gave  life  to  curiosity.  what  kept  them  wanting  to  be  within  arms  reach  if  time  deem  it  to  be  fit.  "  i'm  not  admitin'  to  defeat  [  .  .  .  ]  and  i  only  did  that  once.  "  the  air  like  flutter  of  sacha's  playful  mumble  resonated  in  the  air  with  soraya's.  a  soft  chuckle  followed  suit  when  a  thought  came  to  mind.  as  she  spoke,  their  eyebrows  shifted  from  motioning  inward  as  they  processed  her  words.  anxious  but  excited  for  her  to  tap  into  the  band  of  familiarity  when  it  came  to  their  mind.  the  history  spoke  for  it  self.  "  more teeth?  "  the  words  mimicked  wind  chimes  as  the  corner  of  their  lips  twitched  upward.  at  the  mention  of  what  could  be  missing,  it  made  the  designer  shift  in  their  posture  as  it  truly  lassoed  her  attention.  eyes  followed  her  movements  with  a  hint  of  worry  only  for  it  to  shift  to  alluring,  her  set  of  words  making  their  head  tilt  and  eyes  snap  back  from  soaking  in  her  curves.  "  i'm  scared  to  ruin  what's  already  perfect.  "  a  polite correction and confession  but  it  was  layered  as  well.  a  mixture  of  longing  feelings  from  over  twenty  years  mirrored  with  their  lowered  gaze,  "  are  you  cold?  "  fingers  swiped  their  bottom  lip  to  gather  their  composure.