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MICHAEL EVANS BEHLING @ Giorgio Armani

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at the compliment, he brightens. "yeah, man - i get a lot of practice in." his thumb flicks at a lighter, lime green from his pocket, and when the flame appears he leans in to start the end of it. cheeks still puffed, he hands it over.

"Thanks for the consideration. I reckon I do a good enough job of that myself." He grins, with a touch of self-depracating humor. "Did you roll that yourself? That's fuckin' impressive."

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he  won't  say  no  to  that.  when  she  lets  go  he  flips  his  knuckles  to  the  ground,  spreads  his  fingers.  there's  calluses  on  the  tips  of  them.  he's  had  his  palm  read  a  couple  of  times.  all  the  same  vague  predictions  that  he'd  tucked  in  the  corner  of  his  heart,  just  in  case.  selfishly,  he  hopes  her  expertise  might  be  different.  "can't  give  it  away,  now.  you  gotta  wait  until  the  song  comes  out."

she reaches out,   grabbing his hand and giving it a firm shake   (her mother had taught her how to do that:    if she didn’t make a good first impression,  there was no hope for a good conversation).     “   i know how to read palms.   sorry,   just–    now i’m touching your hand,   it feels like the right time to tell you.  not that i’m reading your palm right now…    obviously.    but i could.   as a favour,  for the signature.    ”     releasing his hand,  she tucks the book beneath her arm.    “   does it?   with what?    lassie?    ”

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HENRY CAVILL as MIKE in Helleraiser: Hellworld (2005) dir. by Rick Bota

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"and  i'mma  push  you  down  if  i  gotta  save  myself."  the  grin  invalidates  the  statement,  though  there's  a  jump  of  ...  something,  that  pops  and  races  down  his  spine  before  dissipating.  maybe  just  the  typical  rush  of  impulse.  "don't  worry  -  your  baby'll  be  in  good  hands."

Logan's grin widens. " we'll both be hauling ass. " that he was certain. It wouldn't be the first or last time he'd evade the cops. His fingers are quick in flipping the lock binding the gate before them. " besides, what's waiting on the other side is well worth the risk. " least it was to him; after all it technically was his car. Or it was before he'd gotten picked up and hauled off. Now seated quietly behind a well loved pawn shop sat his baby, and he was gonna get her back. " and if all else fails -- sell me out. I won't have any hard feelings."

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it's  familiar,  that  sentiment.  it  almost  makes  him  feel  bad.  or  wish  that  he'd  held  his  tongue  a  little  harder,  softened  his  expression.

"people  -  your  people  -  won't  care."  he'd  been  lucky  in  that  he  never  really  searched  for  his  -  he  was  found  by  them  instead.  and  they  drive  each  other  crazy,  reciprocally,  but  he's  accepted.  even  when  he's  too  much.  especially  then.  he  sighs.  "if  they  don't  want  you,  you  shouldn't  want  them  either?  don't  screw  yourself."

There  isnt  much  left  on  her  tongue.  Not  when  he  put  it  so  bluntly.  Why  was  she  a  doormat?  Why  did  she  let  others  dictate  her  life  and  ruin  so  much  for  her  --  she  didn't  know.  Maybe  it  was  fear;  that  always  seemed  to  be  a  good  answer.  The  right  one.  

      Even  as  her  mouth  opens  she  feels  small,  despite  her  height  and  how  she  stretched  when  she  was  proud;  the  fear  of  facing  reality  settles  on  her  lips.  "  I'm  afraid.  "  Was  that  relief  cooling  down  her  neck?  "  I  am  afraid,  that  if  I  am  not  agreeable  --  that  everyone  around  me  will  leave.  "  She  takes  a  deep  breath  shoulders  rising  and  falling  as  she  stuffs  her  hands  into  her  sweatshirt.  "  I'm  not  afraid  of  being  alone.  I'm  afraid  of  being  too  much;  that  who  I  really  am  isn't  what  they  want.  "  

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cassie shrugs:    she’s never had much space in her life to care about material possessions.   their family has always traveled light-   take only what you can carry.   to cherish something of this world is to play a losing game,   because soon enough you’ll have to part from it   (but the bite of silver wind nips at her hands and the moon hangs heavy and overripe above them:    it does not matter what she has lost,   only that tonight she is alive).    “   i’m cassie,   ”    she says.   it would be rude to not introduce herself…   even if she imagines he’ll forget her name soon enough.    “   you can name a song after me if you want.   yeah,  that doesn’t bother me-   that it’ll bleed through.   worth it.   ”

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"gotta  make  sure."  there's  a  roll  behind  his  ear  that  he  pulls,  with  a  filter  and  a  nicely  twisted  top.  "don't  wanna  fuck  your  game  up."

His eyes light up in instant excitement. "Yeah, mate. You don't even have to ask." Now Daniel's got his full attention. "I have ways of passing the drug test, anyway."

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daniel shows his palms; claiming (some) innocence. "hey, nothing crazy. was gonna smoke you out, if you're into it."

"Well, I mean—" You can't ask a question like that and not pique Dave's interest. "What are you suggesting, mate?"

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@repentantwe ❝  i’m used to people generally not giving a shit about me.  doesn’t mean i can’t still choose to care regardless of whether not people will care back.  ❞ (from eliza) accepting.

his  eyes  case  her  from  his  peripheral  vision.  he  has  no  issue  with  candidness  -  just,  coming  from  him,  it  tends  to  come  off  more  as  him  being  a  prick.

to  him,  that  just  sounds  like  a  really  good  way  to  get  a  head  start  on  resentment.  he  should  know  -  he's  been  fending  off  the  beginnings  of  it  for  years.  "why  you  choosing  to  be  a  doormat?"  it's  then  that  he  looks  at  her,  actually,  three-fourths  view  of  his  face;  quizzical.

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@repentantwe ❝  this is a bad idea but i’m already committed so i might as well not half-ass being a dumbass.  ❞ (from logan) accepting.

jay  laughs,  anyway  -  a  sound  that  shakes  his  whole  frame,  extracts  a  toothy  grin.  "a'ight,  big  man."  his  hands  tuck  into  his  pockets,  leather  jacket  that  pulls  tight  across  his  shoulders.  "i  hear  one  siren,  i'm  bouncing.  so  you  know."

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back at it again with misc memes

❝  i’m used to people generally not giving a shit about me.  doesn’t mean i can’t still choose to care regardless of whether not people will care back.  ❞

❝  i’m not kind because i expect anything from it.  i do it because i like how it feels.  because people have not generally been kind to me and i don’t want to be that sort of person to someone else.   ❞

❝  why didn’t you ever tell me you were dealing with so much?  you didn’t have to keep this to yourself.  ❞

❝  it’s okay.  i don’t need you to help me…but if you wanna stick around while i fix it myself i wouldn’t mind the company.  ❞

❝  i generally don’t like people as a rule.  but i don’t mind you.  so uh,  don’t fuck that up for me alright?  next time you’re in trouble just call me. ❞

❝  are you sure you don’t want me to stay?  ❞

❝  you know i can tell when you’re lying.  so you can either talk about what’s wrong or we can just sit here together.  either way,  i won’t let you do this alone.   ❞

❝  no,  i don’t need you.  but i do want you.  my life is fine without you,  but it’s great when you’re in it.  i don’t need to be dependent on you for this relationship to be important.  ❞

❝  well,  i already did the ‘kicking their ass for being a jerk’ part.  now i’m doing the whole,  showing up for you and making sure you’re okay now part.  ❞

❝  i don’t want to be like this.  i want to change but i don’t know where to start.  ❞

❝  i see you.  i just wanted you to know that.  i always see you.  ❞

❝  i haven’t really done the whole dating thing in a while but,  do you want to?  we could go to dinner—or coffee?  ❞

❝  we’re having a spa night,  okay?  i already have a bath started and there are face masks on the counter.  no arguments.  we need this.  ❞

❝  don’t start giving me the damn puppy eyes i was already gonna say ‘yes’ okay?  ❞

❝  this is a bad idea but i’m already committed so i might as well not half-ass being a dumbass.  ❞

❝  i always feel better when you’re here.  ❞

❝  i’m going to give you a hug now but if you tell anyone about it i will have to kill you.  ❞

❝  did you just flip off that old guy?  ❞

❝  i know you’ll lie to me if i ask if you’re okay so i’m skipping past that part and telling you to go home and get some rest.  ❞

❝  you know i’m not good for you right?  there’s probably a hundred other people you could be going to right now instead of me.  ❞

❝  can i say something here?  or do you need another minute of rambling before i get to do the part where i say what you need to hear and you realize you’re freaking out over nothing?  ❞

❝  don’t you get that i need you?  you’re always going on about being fine and being able to manage on your own and i’m sure that’s true.  but what if i’m not?  what if i need you in my life.  and i need you to let me help you with your life too? ❞

❝  i know you’ve been having a shit time so i brought some food.  ❞

❝  hey— get your hands off my plate.  i made you your own.  ❞

❝  i know you like the rain,  but it’s getting cold.  you need to come in before you get sick.  ❞

❝  i knew i’d find you here.  ❞

❝  if i tell you my eyes are red from weed and not because i was crying will you do me the favor of pretending to believe me? ❞

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divorcing  himself  from  the  person  that's  sold  is  something  that's  almost  entirely  out  of  his  control.  it's  why  he  says  it,  and  it's  presumptuous,  but  he  needs  that  to  douse  everything in that certitude  before  he  says  another  word.

as  in,  the  smile  that  blooms  is  mortal.  modest.  "don't," be sorry, he means "--  everyone  looks  different  in  real  life."  there's  a  marker  that's  lived  in  his  back  pocket  since  the  third  time  he  was  asked  for  his  signature.  (he  scribbled  on  the  back  of  someone's  phone.    he  remembers  their  hands  shaking  when  he  gave  it  back .)  "can  i  do  it  with  this?  it'll  bleed  through  some  other  pages."

daniel   [   @komunion​   ]   looks like he stepped out of a dream:   his presence overwhelms,   demands.    at her blinking surprise,   he says…     “   i am perfectly real.    ”

cassie’s smile is an uncomfortable knot.   she tries to untie it,   but she can’t seem to work her fingers beneath the rough rope   (it scorns her knuckles until they are peach bruises,   shades that won’t wash out for some time).     she scrambles in her bag,   pulling out a red leather journal that stains her fingers.   it was her mother’s–   a stolen gift,   the sweetest one that can ever be taken.    she doesn’t have a pen.   fuck.     “    sorry!    my sister’s just such a big fan,   i can’t actually believe it’s you.   could i get your autograph?   ”

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"yeah,"  he  says,  and  quickly.  he  angles  an  eyebrow.  "y'all  get  drug  tested  though,  huh?"

"You got any better ideas, mate?" He needs a way to work off the nervous energy; he's beyond pissed off that he lost the match.

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"mm.  bet."  there's  a  cup  still  in  his  hand,  remnants  just  half  melted  ice  and  a  straw.  he  can  feel  the  condensation  between  the  pads  of  his  fingers.  "they're  already  pissy  'cause  they  wanna  go  -  you  tempting  me,  though."

❝    well, you've bought yourself about forty five minutes as of right now,   ❞            it's exact . . . she made sure to count every bill before sticking them in her waistband.        calamity mirrors his grin back at him and licks her teeth before turning to maneuver the floor.         ❝    —   but  if y' got any cash left, i'll make the EXTRA TIME worth your while,   ❞