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sorry i've been mia lately i promise i'll be more active after the wedding my adhd brain like woke up one morning and hyper focused on it and now i can't stop.

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Desert Hearts 1985

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SAVE THE LAST DANCE 2001, dir. Thomas Carter

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catch my starter tag and i outside your window with a boombox 🎶

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to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. by A History of My Brief Body by Billy-Ray Belcourt

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EARTH GIRLS ARE EASY (1988) dir. Julien Temple

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F.R.I.E.N.D.S (1994–2004) S05E07 | The One Where Ross Moves In

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" i'm not trying to tell you off. " she was, and they both knew it, but it wasn’t the point. " i just, i don't want you to leave. " her voice shook. it cracked down the middle like the rest of her. " i - i need you... " before she could think better of it, bear reached out and grabbed their wrist. gentle, but tight. like letting go meant losing them for good. " i'm sorry. i just ... i don’t know what to do. i don’t know how to fix this. i don’t know how to leave someone who’s never really hurt me, but - " she forced herself to take a shaky breath. " i don't want to lose you. "

"he didn't give me much of a choice. his face is so fucking punchable." okay, they had a choice. but with alcohol affecting their decision making, it was the easy choice. the more fulfilling one. seeing him yell at her just got to be too much. "why? what are you going to do? keep telling me off for doing something about the problem that's in your life?"

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he didn’t even realize he’d been holding his breath until her smile knocked the air right out of his lungs again. " honestly ? i kinda figured that you'd tell me to fuck off. " he said with a half-laugh, hand rubbing the back of his neck like it could cover how nervous he’d been. " like you'd think that i was just tryin to make a joke outta you or somethin and then i'd lose you. " his mouth tugged into a grin, the edge of a joke curling at the corners. " but i guess i shoulda said somethin' sooner, it woulda saved us both from the guy who spits when he spoke. " he leaned in just a little, eyes warm. " alright bet. what kinda fun we talkin, two spoons one ice cream sunday or the two of us makin out on top of a ferris wheel type shit ? "

in a rare show of self control, she waits. as patiently as she can while there's emotions warring in the pit of her stomach. as if he'd suddenly pullback and laugh as if it was all a prank and he didn't see her in a romantic sense, rather, the meddling he'd done in her dating life actually was some sort of well intentioned, but poorly executed, concern. ‘ you ... ? ’ kapri prompts quietly after it'd been a beat too long of silence, it starting to weigh heavy. tried not to shift with her nerves, already preparing for the worst — and blinked. a slow smile spread across her lips, silently as she stepped forward to place a hand onto his chest. ‘ why didn't you just say that, instead of having me go through hell ? ’ jokingly, a tease as it'd been her own wayward thoughts that had her swiping and swiping from bumble to tinder and back, and now, it's kind of funny to think about despite it infuriating her not even ten minutes ago. ‘ i want a fun date to make up for it. ’

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kenzo grinned like a man with something to prove. “ oh, you want smoke ? bet. but remember you asked for this. ” he rolled his shoulders like he was about to enter the ring, then pointed dramatically at the row of painted horses. “ that lil pink one ? that’s mine. watch me and pinkie smoke you. ” he slid into the seat next to her with exaggerated confidence, grabbing the water gun like it was a weapon forged for him by the arcade gods. “ when i win. yes when, not if, i want you to refer to me as ‘king kenzo’ for the rest of the night. ” the bell dinged. lights flashed. water sprayed. except kenzo’s stream immediately veered left and hit not the clown mouth, but the side of his own face. he let out a startled yelp, flinching as cold water splashed across his jaw and soaked the collar of his hoodie. “ yo — what the fuck — ! ” he choked, mid-laugh, trying to adjust his aim and only managing to blast the floor and then, unfortunately, jamila’s elbow. he was a mess, half-wet and grinning like a damn fool as her horse zipped past his on the scoreboard. “ nah, that machine is rigged. sabotage. domestic terrorism even, ” he declared, wiping his face with his sleeve. “ but go ahead, sugar. claim your lil victory. just know this means war. ” he leaned in, eyes warm and wicked. “ you’re still stuck with me for the rest of the night. ”

jamila rolled her eyes playfully, a small smile tugging at her lips as kenzo’s arm settled comfortably around her shoulders. his teasing about making her his future wife wasn’t new, but the way he said it, coupled with his go, always managed to disarm her a little. he really did think he was quite the catch, and the truth was, she found his unwavering self-assurance endearing. “oh, really?” jamila retorted, feigning skepticism. “you ‘locked in,’ did you? and here i thought i was the one doing you a favor by even showing up.” she laughed, nudging him playfully with her elbow, though she leaned into his touch. as he pointed towards the water gun race, jamila’s competitive spirit instantly ignited. “princess, huh? you’re on, kenzo. don’t be surprised when your horse is eating my dust.” she pulled away from him with a grin, already strategizing how to win. she knew he thought she was “the prize,” and maybe she was, but right now, all she cared about was proving she could beat him at his own game.

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continued from here for @slickvinyl / micah + jacque

he looked at her with that face. the one he’d perfected over years of being the man no one could read, no one could move. stern. still. made of stone. he let her list off one useless purchase after the the other only smiling at the mention of her LLC. " good, so you have been listening to all those lectures. " he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on hers. " i'm not mad. not yet. " a pause. " you want the world, i'll give it to you. gladly. as long as i know you're not just using my money to look good. i invest in value, not vanity. prove to me it’s not wasted. then we’ll talk about upping the limit. "

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@slickvinyl / yadriel + cory

yadriel gasped like he’d just been personally attacked on live television. hand to his chest, eyes wide with mock offense. " who the hell is diego. " his face scrunched up in utter disbelief. you know my name you shit head, " first you come for my hat, which is fashion by the way you uncultured rat, and now you're talkin about my focal range. it sounds like that for a reason, it's performance, not that you would know anything about that. " he pointed accusingly, like cory had committed a crime. " admit it, you like my hat and my voice. you're obsessed with me. "

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CINDERELLA (1997) dir. robert iscove

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yadriel wanted to argue but this wasn't even the first time he'd done something to get them into trouble. " you're right, i'm sorry. " he half grumbled, half whined arms crossed. " i don't know, we could try and apologize. maybe they'll let just you get in line, i could try and convince tilly to buy it for us but she's been real mad at me since i kissed her friend, we could try and steal it from someone as they walk out with the game in their hands. " he said the last one like a joke but right now it seemed like the best option to him.

open to: anyone. / ( connection: platonic, best friends, cousins, co-workers. )

muse: michael longstreet, twenty-two, straight, gamer + twitch streamer.

plot: mike and y/m are gaming buddies who are waiting in line for a video game so they can do a live review. things were going fine until y/m got them kicked out for fighting someone in line.

"you seriously don't know how to conduct yourself in public, and it's killing me..." mike took a seat on the nearest steps, gazing into their eyes in utter disgust. "how we gon' get the game now?"

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jerry had never even considered that she had a grandfather, let alone one that would die and leave her a farm, what the hell was she supposed to do with a whole farm ! still she'd never had anything that belonged to her so here she was, trying to fix up a shitty old farm house growing turnips like they'd somehow make her enough money to survive. " if you say so, " she didn't mean to be rude, really she didn't, it was just a lot happening at one time. " is this really what you look forward to ? when you're at home you're thinking, man, i can't wait to go to the saloon and have a beer with the gang. "

muse: tristan hawthorne, musican | he/they | fc jordan fisher open to: anyone 21+ (no t*boo & please read my rules first) inspo: stardew valley inspired plot ! tristan has noticed that your muse is new in town and looks a bit out of place. hoping to lend a hand and be a friendly face, he invites them to the weekly friday night gathering at the local bar

"It's really not so bad out here once you get used to it," they reassured with a shrug. Looked over the small gathering crowd as locals trickled in, some waving at Tristan before he turned back to his new friend. "Really. We're a bit isolated from 'the big city' and stuff but it's quiet and peaceful out here, yknow."

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noah paused lips curling inward as she tried to keep the smile from spreading across her face. she'd had a crush on hollis for as long as they'd been friends but she'd never been brave enough to make a move, instead they danced around each other and spent years never moving past a cuddles and a few drunken kisses. now she was moving, well in six weeks, but it felt like each day together was more precious than the last. like she had to hold onto them with both hands or they'd slip through her fingers. " a road trip to where ? " she asked knowing the answer wouldn't have any bearing on the yes that waited on the tip of her tongue. " to the beach ? the one where we rode horses ? "

open to: anyone ( f if romantic) muse: hollis calloway. 24. she/they. lesbian.

hollis leaned back on the hood of their car, fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the metal as a small smile pulled at the corner of her lips. "how about a road trip?" she said, eyes flicking up to meet theirs, something warm and reckless dancing behind them. "just like old times…" the words hung in the air, thick with nostalgia and the kind of trouble that always seemed to find them when they were together. "i'll drive if you pick the first song."