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WILD CARDS 2x10 "Our Lip (Fillers) Are Sealed"

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muse is still fickle but i rly miss rping !! i'll try to get started on replies soon. 21 is the current number i owe, but i think i will be dropping some threads unfortunately. at least for now to focus on the ones that i do have muse for. and hopefully doing that will help me get the juices flowing again. i'll contact you if i decide to drop a thread so don't worry !! i hope you've all been doing well <3

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JUNO TEMPLE as Keeley Jones Ted Lasso | 3.12 – “So Long, Farewell”

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Armand + hands in his pockets

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"well, you could've fooled me!" pilar was quick to retort. venom pooled her in her mouth as freddie berated her, but she swallowed it all down, preferring to favour her own survival over winning some petty argument with her ex. all she could muster in that moment was a sharp sigh, her nostrils flared in barely contained anger.

but she didn't have time to dwell on her frustration– she had to think fast. pilar moved up the trail on impulse, her emotions leading astray. all she'd wanted in that moment was to get away from freddie... which lead her here, hiding behind a trash can. it didn't provide much in the way of coverage, but thankfully undead weren't the smartest to begin with. she did a brief survey of their surroundings, tried to gauge which building would be best to hole up in– at least, for the time being. but just as she was getting her thoughts in order, freddie's voice rose above the groaning of the infected, nagging her once again. her head snapped back at the sound, her fury evident in the way her forehead puckered as she regarded her ex. "what does it look like i'm fucking doing, freddie? taking a walk in the park?" she scoffed. "if 'acting' to you is willingly serving yourself up to hundreds of infected, don't let me stop you. i never said i'd spend the rest of my fucking days here. only that we might need to stay put until they moved on. you should know by now how slow these things are."

petulant was too weak of a word to describe freddie. ever since she was a child, when her parents and older sister were still alive, she never did anything without uttering the word: why? why did she have to do this, or go here, or listen to her sister, or stop doing that? nothing went without explanation. she had been such a clever little girl before it all. always wanting to know how things worked, the hows and the whys of everything. even a trip to the dentist, every move they made, freddie needed it all explained to her before anything could proceed. it was different now. her parents were dead, so was her sister. she didn’t even have pilar anymore, and no one tolerated her incessant questions or put up with her petulant attitude. all anyone ever did was yell at her, like her ex-girlfriend was doing now.

her face twisted angrily and she hissed right back, “jesus christ, i was agreeing with you!” staying put for a little while instead of going out guns blazing was a compromise, didn’t that win her any points? “i’ll find a way out of here, or wait for the horde to disperse, that’s what i’ll fucking do. instead of sitting around waiting for some deus ex machina like a fucking pussy.” and stupid was better than pussy, in her opinion. it was stupid of her to keep arguing, but it was in her nature to do so, and well, then at least pilar was talking to her if they were fighting. she just couldn’t help herself, so she rose from her own hiding spot and crouched slightly, backpack full of supplies nearly toppling her over with its weight, following after pilar. “you can’t just wait around forever to make a move, sometimes you have to act and i’m sorry if that’s too scary for you, but tough shit.”

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Lovie Simone Oppong as Keisha Clark FOREVER (2025—)

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the silence weighed heavy between them, and more than anything, lucy wished it weren't so. though expected, it didn't make it any less painful. and that went for either of them. a beat passed before she finally dared a glance at her girlfriend.

she seemed tired. no, exhausted. and lucy couldn't blame her– she was exhausted, too. with work, with life... with this. and still, there was nowhere else in the world she'd be rather than here. she had no intention of giving up on them.

"alara, listen..." she began with a sigh, approaching her slowly and deliberately. "if that's what you want, i couldn't blame you. actually, i'd be an asshole to hold you back", she explained as she settled next to alara. hesitantly, lucy rested a hand on her girlfriend's thigh, eyes trained on her, observing for any opposition to the gesture. "but i want you to know that i want this. no matter how shitty it gets, or how much we fight, i want this. i want all of it... i want you."

alara looked down at her hands, silent for a long moment. when had it gotten this bad? it hadn't always been this way between them, there had to have been a turning point somewhere, but she couldn't pinpoint it. their unravelling had been so slow, so gradual, that alara hadn't realised until they were already broken. her chest ached with the realisation that perhaps love wasn't enough. she feared that they were broken beyond repair. "i don't know," she said finally, still looking down at her hands. "maybe..." she looked up. "maybe there is nowhere for us to go from here."

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THE BEAR (2022-) 03x07 | "Legacy"

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"peace? is that really all you have to say to me? what kind of sick joke is this?" despite the fear coursing through her veins, lucy stepped forward, closing the distance between evander and herself once more. with this newfound proximity, she studied his face, which only raised more questions rather than answer any. every edge, every pore, every wrinkle– evander was real, there was no way around it. but how could this be? lucy swatted his arm when he offered it, forehead puckered in anger. "i don't wanna feel your fucking pulse, i wanna know what's going on!" whoever he was and whatever it was that he wanted from her, he seemed entirely too relaxed considering his situation, and it drove lucy insane. "when was it?" she echoed him. "it was last week, and the week before that, and again and again and again! you've been dead, man. it was in the fucking news and everything!"

"Shit man, okay. Peace, peace." Evander allowed himself to be moved backwards. Maybe he exaggerated the stumble more just to try to deflect a little bit of the violence. If he seemed more vulnerable and weak, maybe it would take the tension out of the situation. "I'm alive. I'm breathing. You can come here and feel my pulse if you want." He extended his arm in case she wanted, or even knew how, to feel the blood that was surging through his veins. "I'm playing catch-up here so give me a second." It seemed much more likely that the person in front of him was having some sort of mental break. How could he have died? As an emergency medical provider, Evander was more concerned that she was in danger than there really being any truth in what she was saying. "Can we back up? You say I've died? When was this? Where was it?"

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muse is so fickle rn </3 i'll try to work on some replies through the weekend hopefully!!

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continued from here / @grapefruitey

"see, this is where we disagree. amongst other things", nripati gave her a once-over, his anger slowly morphing into amusement, maybe even interest. "because i'd argue that my level of fame, as you so kindly put it, means i don't have to justify my character to anyone, much less to my assistant. you have guts, if nothing else. i'll give you that."

bitter laughter spilled from his lips as he listened to naomi. she was visibly worked up, and that fire... it was a side of her that pat hadn't gotten the pleasure of witnessing prior, but that he would definitely make the most out of now. "has it ever crossed your mind that maybe i just don't want to waste pleasantries on the likes of you? you're not here to be my friend, you work for me. if professional is synonymous to rude, then so be it", he said matter-of-factly. "oh, that's precisely what it means, naomi. and i for one cannot wait to see you struggle to find employment ever again in this city once i'm through with you", he stepped closer, with no intention of relenting.

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even if he knew the results to be legitimate, august still watched irina with bated breath as her eyes scanned the pages, worry etched across his features. there wasn't anything to find on these pages other than proof of his honesty, written black on white. and still, that didn't stop his heart from thrumming underneath his ribcage, or his leg from bouncing faster. what if it wasn't enough?

he exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when irina finally spoke. hands clasped together, he gave her a small nod in response at first, determined to listen without interruption. he couldn't afford to come on too strong, or worse, defensive. the truth was, august had never blamed irina for the choices she'd made, and that wasn't about to change. he knew he was solely to blame for his own misfortune, whether addiction was a disease or not. she'd done what she had to, and he could never fault her for that. for protecting gianna when he couldn't.

"no, it's– i'm just glad you're giving me the time of day at all", he admitted, eyes fixed on her even as she stared ahead. "even if you'd come just to chew me out, i'm not in a position to be mad about it. we both know how things have been, so it's only fair that you're hesitant. i wasn't expecting anything else." nor am i deserving of anything else. the words died on the tip of his tongue before he could utter them, but even unspoken, they hung in the air between them. heavy, loaded.

when the conversation shifted to gianna, august leaned in ever so slightly, as if closing the distance might draw the words out of irina faster. he listened intently, a soft smile tugging at his lips. he was desperate to memorize every detail– any scrap of gianna was better than none. hearing that she was doing well brought him a wave of relief, no matter how short-lived it was. august straightened his posture at the sound of his name, anxiety spiking within him. his gaze dropped to his lap, where his fingers fidgeted restlessly. he knew he didn't have the right to cry, but that didn't stop the tears from welling up. he blinked hard and hoped that would be enough to ward them away before he risked a glance at her. "that's good to hear", he murmured.

his breath caught in his throat when irina finally met his eyes, and though he felt a familiar sting building in them, he didn't look away. her words wounded him, but it wasn't her fault. he was the one that had driven her to this. "i know", he said, voice thick. "and i could never thank you enough for protecting her the way you do", he hesitated, swallowing down the emotion climbing his throat. "and i know trusting me gets harder every time, but if nothing else, please trust the love i have for that girl." the love i have for you. "living with ed has been really good for me. and watching him with his own daughters just..." he trailed off out of necessity, his throat too tight to carry on. he cleared it, then continued, "it makes me want to fight even harder for this. for gia... i know this doesn't change everything, but i'm hoping it's a step in the right direction", he blinked, stray tears finally spilling out onto his cheeks. he averted his gaze and brought a hand up to his face to quickly wipe them away with the sleeve of his jacket. "i just... i really miss her, rina. i'd do anything, and i know that starts with earning your trust back, but... if i keep this up, do you ever see yourself being open to discussing visitations again? or am i just chasing a dream?"

the moment his hand reached into his jacket, irina felt her shoulders tense slightly with old instincts, old memories. too many times he’d fumbled in that same way only to lie, deflect, and it'd make her feel like she was the one overreacting. but when he pulled out the folded stack of papers, not a flask or a false promise, she blinked once, then again, as if trying to make sure it was real. she took them wordlessly at first, careful fingers brushing the edge of the pages like they might bite. her eyes skimmed over the dates, the signatures, the clean results - they were legitimate. she knew sue, had trusted her more than once with people on her own team. still, irina held the papers a second longer before folding them again with quiet precision and resting them in her lap.

“thank you for bringing these,” she said, and her voice wasn’t sharp anymore. it was tired and steady, but thinner around the edges, like it had been holding too much weight for too long. she let out a breath through her nose, looking straight ahead again instead of at him. “i know it must feel like i came here just to interrogate you. and i didn’t, i promise. it's just...i've heard those words before, august. so many times. and every time i believed them, i paid for it.” she wasn’t trying to be cruel. if anything, it pained her to say it. to admit that the hurt hadn’t dulled, only hardened. “i hate that i’ve become someone who needs proof.” her gaze drifted sideways again, softer this time. “but i’m trying to do what’s right. for her and for me. and if that means being cautious to the point of cruelty sometimes...” she drifted off, unable to complete her sentence, but she felt the man understood the statement she was attempting to make.

there was a beat of silence before she added, “she’s okay. really good, actually. smart as hell, stubborn as anything - wonder where she got that from,” she said with a ghost of a smile. “she loves purple. hates peas. she’s obsessed with puzzles right now, and when she gets tired, she still does this thing where she rubs the corner of her blanket between her fingers.” irina paused, the faint smile falling away. “she asks about you sometimes,” she admitted quietly. “i told her you were away getting better.” this time she did look at him fully, no flickers or sideways glances: just irina, eye to eye. not angry or cold. just deeply worn, but still here and showing up. “i want that to be true. not just now, not just today. consistently. because i can't let her get hurt, too.”

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DAISY JONES & THE SIX Track 8: Looks Like We Made It

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He was really just attending that sore muscle so I don't know why Sebas made such a fuzz about it 😌

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Noh Sang Hyun as Ji Su ho in SOUNDTRACK #2 (2023) dir. Choi Jung Gyu, Kim Hee Won

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as luka ranted, even going as far as smacking her hand away, juliette knew there was no reasoning with him. at least, not tonight. and as much as she tried to keep her composure, to not be lured into yet another screaming match, she was exhausted, furious, and done with playing nice. "listen moron, i don't even know if i want your damn kid. so no, the thought of baby trapping someone else hasn't crossed my mind!" she snapped, chest heaving and heart pounding in her ears. then, his tone turned uglier, and instinctively, she stepped back, eyes narrowed. "try me one more time, and the only person i'm gonna be calling is the police", she warned, voice quieter now, but cold and deadly. "you need to fucking calm down because i can't talk to you when you're like this."

he allowed himself to be pulled, only because he likely would have tried to force himself inside anyways. her hand was swatted away once they were settled. “bull. shit.” luka hissed dismissively. “what you were gonna do is keep this from me until you could either convince whoever you’re fucking into thinking that it’s his, or find some other idiot to raise my kid.” he already decided juliette was guilty of the worst, proof be damned. those two imaginary scenarios alone had filled him with rage-filled panic. hence why he was all too willing to make a scene— he wanted word to spread as far as possible to ensure it would fall on the ears of her new partner. and if he couldn’t do that by tipping off every neighbor nearby, he’d resort to the next best thing. “where’s your phone?” the question was sudden but cutting, almost a threat. “you’re going to call him right now and tell him the truth while i’m here.”