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anyone who is hating on and or being transphobic when it comes to daeron’s casting … you will start coughing in 7 days
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OMG OMG @nemesyaaa
outerbanks: paradise on earth
It’s the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island.

pogue! mattheo
Sun-bleached curls and salt-stained tank tops. A true Pogue to the core, he’s the kind of reckless that laughs in the face of danger, sprinting barefoot across boat decks with a bottle in one hand and a half-baked plan in the other. He’s got bruised knuckles from too many fights, a wicked smirk that hides the ache of betrayal, and loyalty that burns hotter than the Carolina sun. Mattheo lives like he’s got nothing to lose-he knows-he knows-he’s not the kind of boy girls like her are supposed to fall for. But when she looks at him like he’s not broken, like he’s not some lost cause from the Cut, Mattheo starts to believe, just a little, that maybe even storms have something worth saving.

kook! reader
She’s the kind of girl who makes the world feel softer just by being in it-sweet, sunlit, and impossibly untouched by the rough edges of life. Raised in the manicured perfection of Figure Eight, she’s all pastel sundresses, delicate laughter, and wide-eyed wonder, with a heart so kind it borders on naive. She says “please” and “thank you” without thinking, waves at every passerby, and believes the best in people-even when they don’t deserve it. There’s something almost storybook about her, like she was made of sugar and starlight, sheltered from the storms that rage beyond her gated world. But beneath all that softness is a quiet curiosity, a longing for something real-something wild. And that’s what draws her to Mattheo Riddle like gravity.
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ITALIAN TUTOR!THEO AU ᯓ★
Italian Tutor!Theo isn't the type of guy you'd have pegged to be an academic. He rarely studies, if ever, always having the answer to any question one might ask. From an outside perspective, he seems as though life is a puzzle only he can solve due to his observant and quiet nature. But in reality, he's quite the trouble maker — using the knowledge he gains of other people to make help them loosen up.
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yas king! a hole drive thru!
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𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙰 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜’ 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝...
𝓓𝓘𝓛𝓕!𝓡𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝔁 𝓜𝓘𝓛𝓕!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
c/w: language, pet names, + suggestive comments
Based on this ask 🩷
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You’re trying really hard to get ready. Really, really hard. Dress laid out, makeup half done, hair styled... You keep telling yourself, ’this is your night’. Long overdue, girls night out, no kids, no responsibilities, just you and your friends and maybe a drink or three.
Every time you pass through the bedroom you get stuck because there’s Rafe. Still—he’s sprawled out on the bed, acting like he’s relaxed but not fooling anyone. Long legs stretched, sweatpants riding low on his hips, messy hair falling just right… and those baby blues locked on you, dragging over every inch, slow and shameless. Seducing without even trying.
Every time you rush past, grabbing something you forgot—lip gloss, your purse, your earrings—he’s watching and smirking, shamelessly proud he can call you his.
“You almost ready, pretty?” He asks, voice low and casual as his tongue glides along his plump bottom lip, watching as you rub some body oil on your skin.
And suddenly you’re standing there with your keys in one hand and absolutely no clue what you were supposed to be doing next because his gaze is distracting in the best possible way.
“Baby…” you scold, “stop it already.” Your cheeks heat up under the weight of his gaze; burning from your smile. And still, every time you pass by he lets a lazy, “hey pretty girl” slip out or reaches out to touch wherever he can.
You can feel his eyes follow you as you walk in front of the big floor mirror in your bedroom, putting in your earrings, adjusting the straps of your dress, swiping on your gloss.
He stands up, seizing the opportunity to hold you for a bit. You giggle giddily and roll your eyes.
Rafe stands tall behind you. His big hands wrap around you as his fingertips graze the silky fabric of the dress he’s dreaming of tearing off. His chin drops to your shoulder; breath warm where it fans over your skin and he murmurs, “You sure you’re goin’ out tonight, baby?”
He’s only kidding, but his voice isn’t; lips, brushing right under your ear, lazy and sweet, making it almost impossible to finish what you’re doing.
And then you catch it, just out of the corner of your eye as Rafe’s hand slips into your purse, tucking a neat fold of hundreds inside, casually, like he doesn’t even want you to notice. But you do.
And you know exactly what he’s saying without a word, ’Treat yourself, baby. I want to buy your drinks tonight—even if we share everything. Even if it’s all ours.’
“You deserve this,” he says quietly, nuzzling your neck, thumb stroking over your hip. “I’ll leave you alone… I just can’t help myself. Not when you look this fuckin’ good. You’ll have to forgive me.”
You laugh lightly, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “You make me feel beautiful, baby.”
“You are beautiful, honey,” he hums. “Don’t know what I did to deserve all this.” He mumbles those words as his eyes fall down your body and up again. “Whenever you want—and don’t you dare fuckin’ rush—I’ll be right here. Endin’ your night right. Keepin’ you up for a bit… Remindin’ you how lucky I am… And then, I’ll put you to bed. You’ll sleep like a fuckin’ baby when I’m done with you.”
You turn into his chest, dizzy from it all, and his mouth finds yours, soft and slow.
“I love you,” you whisper against his mouth.
His fingers tighten at your waist, holding you as long as you’ll let him.
“I love you too, baby.”
You rub your thumb gently over his mouth, laughing lightly as you scrub off a smudge of your sparkly gloss.
“You’re perfect,” you whisper.
But he shakes his head, grin tugging at his mouth as his fingers brush over your hip one last time. “No,” he murmurs, leaning in close. “You are, baby.”
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mad scientist! rafe
File ID: 0000-A Clearance Level: MAXIMUM Alias: "Dr. Cameron" (subject-assigned) Role: Lead Researcher / Containment Architect Specialty: Cognitive Reformation & Emotional Dependency Conditioning Status: ACTIVE
PSYCHOPROFILE LOG - INTERNAL OBSERVATION
"To maintain the integrity of the experiment, the scientist must never fall in love with the subject. I have violated this rule. But love implies equality. And I am not her equal. I am her designer."
APPEARANCE NOTES
Presentation:
Standard white lab coat, worn consistently
(Note: same coat used in live lab environments; carries trace chemical signatures)
Black nitrile gloves: tactile barrier and psychological separation from subject; occasionally worn in public to signal role
Safety goggles: functional & symbolic-"sees the world differently"
ID badge (replica): displays “Dr. R. Cameron” though no doctorate has been conferred. Subject refers to him by title regardless.
Clothing beneath: dark, neutral tones. Utilitarian. Skin kept covered, hands rarely bare.
Purpose of Presentation:
Reinforce dynamic between Analyst and Subject.
Visually affirm authority.
Encourage subject to continue psychological projection of safety and intelligence onto Analyst figure.
BEHAVIORAL TRAITS (OBSERVED & LOGGED)
Control-Seeking – Pre-plans interactions; adjusts subject’s environment without disclosure
Obsessive – Studies subject for extended hours without fatigue or perceived boredom
Emotionally Restrained – Rare outward affect; uses silence as pressure
Possessive – Refers to subject in logs as “mine,” “project,” or “creation”
Cognitive Superiority – Views others (especially romantic competitors) as intellectually nonviable
Isolationist – Avoids external relationships; finds non-subject interactions inefficient
Protective Aggression – Documented visualizations of harm toward any threat to subject’s emotional state
QUOTES (RECORDED / SELF-REFLECTIVE)
"I don’t fix broken things. I rebuild them." “The others call it creepy. She calls it caring.” "She doesn’t realize I designed this dependency. That’s how I know it’s working." "Monsters don’t wear goggles. They don’t brush glitter off her cheeks. But I do."
THEORETICAL FRAME: ROLE JUSTIFICATION
Analyst views self not as an intruder in the subject’s life, but as the architect of her peace. Believes emotional manipulation is benevolent, because outcomes benefit the subject.
Analyst does not seek romance. Analyst seeks possession with affection.
Analyst does not desire to be loved. Analyst desires to be needed beyond recognition.
Analyst believes the subject is happier now than she was before his intervention.
Experiment success is measured in how deeply the subject believes it was her idea all along.
WARNING: CROSS-REFERENCE FLAG
Multiple analysts have reviewed this log and flagged for emotional delusion, obsessive attachment, and potential reality distortion.
Analyst response: “Your theories lack evidence. Mine sleeps in my hoodie.”
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bieber dropping an album tonight LET’S GO!!! 🙂↕️
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I finally watched sinners last night…. y’all I need michael b jordan in a way that is concerning to feminism
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this is so sweet!! ily my angel
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(Hi wren I love you)
I LOVEEE YOU 😍🥰😘
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I relate to Misty because I too am a weird girl who finds a friend and hyperfixates on them to the point where people think I’m in love w them (I am)
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heyy i was wondering if you were taking requests ??
I haven’t written in awhile due to writers block so I could use some inspo ☺️ so if you have smth in mind feel free to send it to me!!
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red, white, blue is in the sky 💋 summer’s in the air and baby, heaven’s in your eyes
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