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  WHAT WILL YOU CHOOSE TO DO WITH IT ?

  //> SUBMIT?  //> RESIST.

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something something spoiled but also living under the philosophy that everyone deserves nice things, and makes plays both wisely (with company decisions) and recklessly (with her personal funds) in that direction

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Tombstone (1993) dir. George P. Cosmatos

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actually the tiger might be wishful thinking specifically for all those reasons.

girl help i've started thinking about the practicality of certain dæmon shapes in certain lines of work. continues to aggressively waffle between large cat and committing to the Fox bit.

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trying not to do that thing where i do nothing here but post her face but when she just. looks so much so perfectly like my brain blorbo it's so hard

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HAILEE STEINFELD at the 96th Academy Awards on March 10, 2024

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Hailee Steinfeld at the 96th Annual Oscars held at Ovation Hollywood on March 10, 2024 in Los Angeles, California.

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  LET ME TELL YOU A TALE . . .

  @lighthouseborn — an independent, headcanon heavy portrayal of   𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒚 𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 from the iconic 𝘗𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘯 franchise. multiverse & crossover friendly. a patchwork project treasured by Hannah since 2019.

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two highly-trained muses who are extremely good with hand-to-hand combat accidentally misinterpreting each other as a threat, maybe one walks into the other's space by mistake and it just spirals, and they (vaguely spar) struggle mutually trying to gain the upper hand enough to figure out what the Heck this other character is doing there, only they're both good enough that it's a genuine struggle for both of them which obviously escalates their mutual level of alarm (if it was just Some Person who accidentally stumbled in surely they'd suck at this?), and so the first meeting is. a very violent But Purposefully Restrained, silent fight in the dead of night, until one of them loses by sheer luck of the thing and they can say 'who the Hell are you oh my god i was just trying to get a peanut butter sandwich'

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MR. & MRS. SMITH 2005 | dir. Doug Liman

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i have been thinking about (this post) since i posted it and i just feel compelled to say. she is a capable fighter, and definitely she can hold her own against a variety of opponents. however i also think there's like... there is this general vibe in most fighting-centric inspo posts about overpowering opponents. and i think that's not her thing at all. i mean sure if they're just markedly not up to scratch then of course she's got the upper hand in terms of overpowering someone but i mean. if you put her opposite a real sturdy, heavy hitter, there's no way she's winning in a direct contest of power and strength. she definitely leans more for unbalancing her opponents, whether that be in a literal physical sense or more psychological sense. i think, in a situation like in that set, it's not that she's stronger, it's that she had some sort of trick up her sleeve, you know? which also takes strength, she's not weak, it's just not what her fighting style centers on.

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i know i've said this in the past but it's been a long time so yes hello; French is technically Lu's first language. She started learning English and Spanish when she was very young, though, and overall her training and travel have kept her language skills really flexible (I honestly probably need to review and reconsider and maybe update her list of partials). She really doesn't have any sort of... reversion? There's no one language that feels more innate to use than another, to her, it's all influenced by who she's speaking with. But if you ask her, and when it comes to writing it down or giving one her intentional bias, she'll tell you French.

She also doesn't usually trip on her words but every now and then does that thing multiple-language-speakers do where she blanks on the word she wants in the language she's currently using. It's like she can think of it in every language except the one the person across from her speaks. It drives her crazy.

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Randomly Generated Kisses || @tiderider   -> 32. A kiss while someone watches

  Ludivine cut across the floor as confident of any room she ever entered, much too aware of the many eyes on the comings and goings in the hall to give them any clue of her aims this evening. Security and enemies alike stood watch. Now was her best chance, though, and if he didn't know that then this entire thing was a waste either way.

  The moment she was near enough, she seized him by the front of his shirt and pulled him to her lips. And now that she had the chance, she slipped her hands around his waist and tucked a note beneath the back of his waistband, snug between the fabric and skin. That would have to be enough of a trust me. She did not know enough about the status of audio surveillance in the ballroom to risk even a whisper of her real intentions. She pulled away and slipped into her most dazzling smile.

  “I'm so glad you made it! I feel like I haven't see you in forever.” Her own little amusement, considering they'd never directly spoken. She pulled on his shirt, insisting. “Come chat with me.”

  It would buy them, oh, thirty extra seconds? before someone noticed just who composed the pair who'd abandoned the ballroom, and the stakes began to rise. Forty-five if they got lucky. Which typically wasn't enough time to significantly change the outcome of an effort this haphazard, but it was fun. Safe from the prying eyes of security staff, she folded him away into a blind spot between cameras. She tapped the back of his waistband —read this now, it's still not safe to talk— and posted herself a step away, where the corner gave her a long line of sight across a little sitting lobby they'd passed and back into the ballroom.

  “Will you be in town long?”

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  Lu burst into a melody of bright laughter, caught out by his immediate, door-slamming retreat. She never did know what these functions were going to bring.

  “Alright, fair enough.” She held her hands up in a light rattle of glittering bracelets, surrendering readily on the front of I-bite-you-bite. It was only fun if everyone enjoyed the biting. And anyway she had learned something worth turning over, even if it wasn't what she'd aimed for, exactly. “You know what college boys are like. If it's not some crass little line they got from a movie, it's fiscal advice from their 101's they think they're the first person to think of. You can't blame me. And I don't blame you.”

  The sentiment settled between them. She took the moment as an opportunity to lift a drink from a nearby table and sip at it. Non-alcoholic and bubbly, sweet — peaches? Strange choice.

  “Being whored out with my arms tied has always been my least favorite part of getting anywhere.” An event was one thing -and rather her favorite sort of thing- but a butcher's auction was another beastly thing entirely.

he hadn't expected a serious answer, if anything he had expected an offhanded claim that she spent her money on severed ears or drugs or or expensive designer brands he had never heard of. something to fill the noise and help time pass faster, that was all he wanted. something to distract him from the usual overbearing, choking annoyance of being dragged to another sport function. aaron's carefully neutral expression soured in the face of lu's smile. someone would call it charming but aaron recognized it for what it was.

❝ i don't want anything, ❞ aaron said, though it wasn't entirely true. he wanted to be back in palmetto studying for his biology assignment, he wanted to ignore nicky and andrew and the rest of the foxes and pretend like none of them existed, he wanted to cross the room, grab katelyn by the hand and ditch everyone and everything. more accurately, aaron didn't want anything from lu.

❝ if i'd known this was gonna turn into an interrogation i wouldn't have said anything, ❞ aaron said, his voice a carefully woven monotone, ❝ forget i asked, ❞