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ok i am officially done w being shadowbanned so like for a one-liner or two  (probs a song lyric but who knows)  from this blog <3

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BEN BARNES via IG Story (29.10.2021)

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YOU | 3.08 Swing and a Miss

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OSCAR ISAAC as SANTIAGO ’POPE’ GARCIA | TRIPLE FRONTIER (2019)

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FEAR • 1996 dir. James Foley

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blcssom​:

“no, no, no….. feel free to let as many compliments go as you feel necessary. just know that my reactions will be one of the two extremes.” he actually can’t think about anything except the smell of her shampoo wafting beneath his nose every time she leans into him, but the subject of dancing breaks him free of his trance. “oh, GOD no. i’m a terrible dancer.”

“understood. though, i do wonder what the other extreme looks like. must be pretty fun, if the first kind is so... passionate.”  at this point, martina just wants to watch him squirm. hums her acknowledgement half-heartedly, head titling in a silent challenge.  “well, lets find out, shall we?”  and then she’s tugging him towards the stage, not bothering to check if he’s following.

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blcssom​:

“carter!” liv parker has never been any sort of golden child, but when it comes to books her morals are unflinching. “you’re a delinquent, i hope you know that.” but….. there’s a huff as she rolls her chair over to the computer. “what’s your email address?”

now would be a bad time to admit how cute she looks when she’s angry, right? smile is sheepish but not nearly guilty enough.  “i am a thief, it’s true. but that’s why i have wonderful friends like you in my life.”  case in point: her immediate assistance.  “the same one i had in college. don’t tell me you forgot my first initial and last name.”

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caeruleums​:

         “y’know, tomorrow would be great but it’s actually my anniversary!” the sarcastic, chippy voice let out of ferg as he walked into the spa, definitely not the kind of guy who seemed like he’d be walking into a spa any time soon. “except… huh. i’m not sure what to get her. i had to ask about six hundred people since she ghosted me, found out she really likes this spa. i’m thinkin’ about getting her a gift card to here, what do you think?”

         she should have realized. he didn’t exactly seem like the type to walk up to a spa willingly. then again, what did kara know?  “kind of sounds like a you problem, dude.”  couldn’t he tell that she wasn’t in the mood to socialize? apparently not. and she had a feeling he wouldn’t leave her alone until she provided some assistance.   “hold up, back up.”  she shouldn’t have been invested in what he’s saying, but here they were.  “are you saying this girl ghosted you? before your anniversary?”

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whorifics​:

“  that’s  no  fun.  maybe  i  want  someone  who’s  just  going  to  expose  me  to  a  bunch  of  viruses  and  whatever  the  hell  cookies  are.  ”  almost  like  he’s  urging  more  old  age  comments.  can’t  trust  him  to  try  and  be  anything  but  an  absolute  moron.  supposes  it’s  always  who  he’s  been  behind  the  stoic  expressions  and  police  badge.  “  well,  yeah.  this  entire  conversation  began  because  you  couldn’t  believe  that  i  was  single.  here  i  am  showing  you  exactly  why  that  is.  ”  just  can’t  catch  a  hint  (  at  least  not  until  this  precise  moment.  )  “  for  the  record,  you  don’t  exactly  have  to  be  a  gentle  -  lady  either.  just  saying.  ”

nose  scrunches  at  the  idea .   “  cookies ?  i  personally  think  those  were  created  by  your  government  to  confuse  people .  ”   because  nola  assumes  all  police  officers  serve  the  government ;  the  very  ones  that  targeted  her  family  for  years .  still ,  she  can’t  quite  bring  herself  to  distrust  cris .  and  that’s  a  problem .   “  okay ,  fair  enough .  you  win  this  round ,  officer  uptight .  ”   has  to  down  the  rest  of  her  beer  before  speaking  again ,  if  only  to  collect  her  thoughts .   “  i’m  not  sure  anyone  would  ever  accuse  me  of  being  gentle .  ”   wonders  if  he’ll  catch  the  hidden  meaning  there .   “  but  that’s ...  good  to  know .  ”

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whorifics​:

“  good  because  i  don’t  usually  hand  those  out.  ”  at  least,  not  as  readily  as  they  come  to  mind.  has  a  bunch  of  nice  things  to  say  about  aiden  but  they’ll  all  remain  unspoken  for  the  time  being.  doesn’t  want  to  be  too  sappy.  “  i  trust  you.  have  for  a  little  while  now,  actually.  ”  follows  him  towards  her  bedroom,  relieved  to  be  accompanied  by  the  soft  pitter  -  patter  of  raindrops  against  her  window  pane.  “  i  sleep  on  the  left  side  most  of  the  time.  ”  is  this  the  part  where  she  should  share  that  she’s  got  a  bad  habit  of  tossing  and  turning  in  bed  ?  won’t  deny  way  cheeks  flush  with  warmth,  soft  nod  of  her  head.  “  he  can  take  off  his  clothes  if  he  wants  to.  ”  glances  at  him  pointedly.  “  would  it  help  with  the  nervous  thing  if  i  took  my  clothes  off  too  ?  ”  

certainly  isn’t  lost  on  aiden  that  she’s  telling  the  truth .  had  to  earn  her  affection ,  her  compliments .  pretty  sure  he’s  still  trying  to  earn  them .  so  it  helps  to  ease  his  worries  when  she  freely  admits  these  things .  even  if  he  also  prefers  the  left  side  of  the  bed .   “  well ,  what  a  coincidence .  i  prefer  the  right  side .  ”   a  pretty  harmless  lie ,  if  you  ask  him .   “  in  case  you  needed  further  proof  that  we’re  meant  to  be .  i  don’t  know  if  i  could  ever  be  with  someone  who  wanted  to  take  my  spot  on  the  bed .  ”   yet  another  product  of  his  tendency  to  ramble  when  nervous .  and ,  despite  her  permission ,  he  stays  rooted  in  his  spot ,  unmoving .  swallows  audibly  before  saying ,   “  might  help  if  you  let  me  take  ‘em  off  for  you .  ”

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whorifics​:

“  neither  do  i.  you  won’t  find  that  on  any  tabloid,  but  .  .  .  ”  trails,  rolling  her  eyes  in  playful  manner.  “  this  is  truly  un  -  treaded  territory  for  me.  ”  not  as  scary  now  that  it’s  mutual.  any  hesitance  he  may  have  expressed  was  conjured  of  pure  nerves.  “  i  didn’t  like  you  when  we  first  met,  but  that’s  only  because  you  were  being  exactly  who  the  tabloids  wrote  about.  ”  flirtatious,  a  tad  arrogant.  “  then  you  took  me  to  that  opera  and  you  came  over  to  mine  for  dinner.  you  were  different.  ”  shakes  her  head,  gentle  smile  toying  at  her  lips.  “  no,  we  can’t  pretend  you’ve  been  super  charming.  i  like  nervous  aiden  a  lot  more.  ”

it  does  help  to  know  he’s  not  alone  in  this  terrifyingly  wonderful  kind  of  nervousness .  she’s  not  just  another  celebrity  looking  to  climb  up  social  hierarchy ;  she  actually  likes  aiden .  even  if  her  initial  words  are  a  bit  damning .   “  i  will  ignore  the  first  part  of  what  you  said  and  take  the  rest  as  a  compliment .  ”   stop  making  jokes .   “  i  just  want  you  to  trust  me ,  i  guess .  that  i’m  all  in  with  this .  ”   demonstrates  his  point  by  entering  her  bedroom  like  he  belongs  there ,  because  he  hopes  to .  if  not  today  then  soon .  places  himself  at  the  foot  of  the  bed ,  fingers  still  interlocked  with  hers .   “  okay .  super  charming  aiden  wants  to  know  which  side  you  sleep  on .  and  if  you’re  okay  with  him  taking  off  his  clothes .  ”   pause ,  and  then  a  slightly  panicked ,   “  jeans .  ”

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“  so  i’m  like  one  of  those  refurbished  computers  ?  ”  not  quite  as  good  and  shiny  as  a  brand  new  piece,  but  not  exactly  worn  and  used.  probably  not  the  worst  description  he’s  ever  heard.  “  wow,  ”  all  he  says  as  he  settles  back  in  couch, toothy  grin  playing  along  his  lips.  “  the  jealous  girlfriend  isn’t  real,  for  the  record.  ”  not  that  he’s  suggesting  they  should  do  something  not  -  hypothetical.  just  thinks  it’s  worth  making  clear.  “  a  true  turn  of  events.  would  have  never  guessed  it  since  i’m  practically  pre  -  historic  in  your  eyes.  ”

the  giggle  she  lets  out  isn’t  unkind .  it’s  just  such  a  him  thing ,  to  make  that  comparison .   (  how  strange  for  her  to  think  that .  to  feel  like  she  knows  him .  )   “  sure .  and  all  you  need  to  do  is  find  your ...  computer  IT  nerd ,  or  whatever .  ”   could  never  be  her ,  but  someone .  doesn’t  stop  her  from  blushing ,  though ,  at  his  teasing .  at  his  clarification  of  being  single .   “  hey ,  you’re  the  one  who  keeps  bringing  up  the  old  guy  jokes .  i’m  only  trying  to  get  you  to  realize  that  you  suck  at  knowing  when  someone’s  trying  to  flirt  with  you .  ”

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whorifics​:

“  oh,  i’m  not  pretending.  ”  shakes  his  head.  where  he  shifts  from  a  somewhat  decent  human  being  into  a  total  asshole  of  a  man.  “  i  had  no  intention  of  making  her  my  girlfriend,  but  since  you  and  i  are  not  doing  our  thing  anymore,  i’m  going  to  need  someone  who  wouldn’t  mind  the  whole  ‘  no  strings  attached  ’  thing.  ”

it’s  so  hurtful ,  so  disregarding  and  cruel ,  that  harlow  finds  herself  doing  something  rare :  she  lets  her  emotions  cloud  her  judgement .   “  you’re  punishing  me ,  aren’t  you ?  ”   laugh  is  bitter  as  she  shakes  her  head .   “  i  hurt  your  feelings  and  now  you’re  trying  to  hurt  me  back .  ”

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whorifics​:

“  ——  what  ?  ”  wonders  if  she’s  said  something  out  of  place.  did  she  accidentally  admit  to  something  ?  has  been  pretty  much  running  on  auto  -  pilot  the  last  ten  minutes  or  so.  “  oh.  ”  crisis  (  somewhat  )  averted.  “  i  make  you  nervous  ?  ”  brows  furrowed,  soft  laugh  slipping  past  her  lips.  okay,  she  can  breathe  again.  “  shut  up.  you’re  not  sleeping  on  my  couch.  ”  touches  his  hand  with  her  own  before  holding  it  properly.  “  you  make  me  a  little  nervous  too.  ”

doesn’t  even  bother  trying  to  explain  it   — the  bed’s  only  a  nine  so  with  aiden  in  it  it’d  be  a  ten ,  right ?? —  because  of  how  dumb  he  feels .  just  lets  the  conversation  skip  right  to  her  question ,  one  he  thinks  he  can  answer  without  repeating  past  mistakes .  lets  their  fingers  lace  together  as  he  shrugs .   “  yeah ,  you  do .  i  know  what  all  the  tabloids  say ,  but  i  don’t ...  do  this  a  lot .  spend  the  night  with  someone  i  really  care  about ,  i  mean .  ”   at  least  they’re  in  this  together .   (  at  least  she  still  wants  him  in  her  bed .  )   “  can  we  just  pretend  i’ve  been  super  charming  this  whole  time ?  ”

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whorifics​:

“  you’re  making  me  sound  flawless  right  now.  ”  both  know  that  he  isn’t,  but  supposes  there’s  no  convincing  her  now.  not  like  she’s  being  serious,  right  ?  “  honestly  ?  good.  we  don’t  need  people  suspecting  something  else.  ”  then  again,  reality  sounds  like  the  plot  to  every  action  movie  ever  created.  wouldn’t  expect  motel  staff  to  come  to  that  conclusion.  “  annoyingly  ?  are  you  insinuating  that  you  don’t  want  me  to  be  a  gentleman  ?  ”

“  i  wouldn’t  say  flawless .  more  like ...  fixable .  ”   might  not  sound  like  a  compliment  to  most ,  but  nola  means  it  like  one .  who  wants  perfect ,  anyway ?  isn’t  sure  how  the  conversation  took  this  turn   — couldn’t  possibly  be  because  of  her  own  doing —  but  it  has  her  reaching  for  another  shitty  beer .  this  is  just  a  harmless  hypothetical ,  right ?   “  i  mean ,  if  you  didn’t  have  a  jealous  girlfriend ,  i’d  probably  say  yes .  but  i  don’t  need  any  more  crazy  people  trying  to  fuck  up  my  life .  ”

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whorifics​:

“  nope.  he’s  just  random  cute  guy  who  punched  someone  for  me  ten  years  ago.  ”  nameless,  but  certainly  not  faceless.  even  so,  pretty  certain  she  doesn’t  vividly  remember  every  detail  as  it  happened.  were  his  eyes  blue  or  brown  ?  “  no  !  i  didn’t  know  anything  about  him  except  ——  ”  thinks  for  a  moment,  almost  piecing  it  together.  “  he  went  to  college  for,  like,  plant  studies.  god,  what  if  he’s  one  of  your  friends  ?  ”  

it’s  far  too  tantalizing  to  keep  the  ruse  going ;  to  see  just  how  much  willow  is  willing  to  harmlessly  reveal  about  the  first  time  they  met .  especially  since  he’d  convinced  himself ,  after  weeks  of  never  running  into  her  again ,  that  it’d  just  been  a  forgotten  encounter  for  her .  but  his  poker  face  is  slowly  starting  to  slip ,  so  he  hides  his  smile  behind  his  glass  and  shrugs .   “  close  enough .  it  was  my  third  year  of  agricultural  studies ,  if  you  want  to  be  technical  about  it .  ”

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Best dressed of 2023. Already. Nothing will beat it the rest of the year, I fear.