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Lucy Hale for Hunkemoller

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[ KASS ]: confused about what? i understand the sadness.

[ KASS ]: you think i still don't know you after all these years? you are etched in my memory, liv.

[ KASS ]: well, we're both broken hearted, aren't we? / @super-bl00m

[LIV]: my finger dexterity isn't good enough to put all of them [LIV]: i think it's a mix of sad and confused?? [LIV]: those three describe me PERFECTLY. i don't think you'd be the only one to say those. [LIV]: i liked your other ones better...also don't love the one we both put

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[ KEITH ]: every single one. generally that's how it goes. did your hangover not tell you otherwise? sure. pretty sure i heard you having a bad day.

[ KEITH ]: why would i want that? / @super-bl00m

Text l Isla & Keith

[ISLA]: in every universe?? and it's not my fault it was wing and beer night...was i supposed to not drink more pints than i can handle? thank god i don't get bad hangovers. [ISLA]: i can put on some porn if you want

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[ KASS ]: well... that's definitely not ALL of them.

[ KASS ]: why the sad face?

[ KASS ]: 💩 🤡 👿

[ KASS ]: ok ok... 💔 🏠 🎱 🍷 / @super-bl00m

[Kass]: which emoji makes you think of me? [Liv]: All of them? [Liv]: 🫠 🤪 🤔 😕 🥹 💔 💃 [Liv]: your turn

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[ KEITH ]: in what universe did that constitute as a win?? was that after all the beer you consumed??

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[ KEITH ]: your tv is really loud. the golden girls are great but i'm trying to sleep. / @super-bl00m

Text l Isla & Keith

[Keith]: i can't sleep. i blame you. [Isla]: don't worry, babe. you'll eventually get over me beating you at skee-ball and be able to fall asleep. - 5 minutes later - [Isla]: I didn't even have a party tonight...why can't you sleep?

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RILEY KEOUGH. Late Night with Seth Meyers.

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THE BEAR | 2.05 "Pop"

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bam bam begging for daddy’s attention.

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"It's just an expression," Matt gently and easily explained after he'd gotten close enough, something soft on his lips akin to a smile. There was no way seven years between them could be erased. That time they'd been together was forever cemented in history and within the cavity of his chest that held his beating heart.

"I know," he then said, almost a touch quieter as the Irishman stood somewhat awkwardly about a meter away from his ex-girlfriend. "Can't miss you in that corner."

Oh, Matthew Sullivan certainly had tried. Especially after the lowlights of the tavern kept hitting that rock on her finger and consistently attempted to blind him.

Once he heard about the engagement, something that happened a mere six months after she'd crushed him with an end to their coupling, Matt had stopped going over to her spot to chat with her. It hadn't been smart anyway— how do you act like a friend to someone you were in love with? With someone that ripped your heart out and then put it in a meat grinder?

Mostly it had been because he couldn't keep his emotions in check.

He wanted her back. And he couldn't keep that quiet.

Especially because he still stammered whenever asked if he was ready for the white dress, the guests, the cake, the car, the whole damn thing.

Discomfort set his hands into his pockets. Matt would fidget otherwise so it was best to not show his unsettled state in her company. "Ah, just running some errands for Aileen," he answered. His beloved grandmother certainly kept him busy. If it wasn't his daughter he was connecting with then it was Aileen who needed some things.

Masochism was prevalent as his dark eyes flickered to her finger that was wrapped in the dream she'd always wanted. When those eyes lifted to Jules' own there was pain visible in his. "What about you? Looks like a busy day..." Of running around wedding planning. At least from the outward appearance at the moment.

The sound of a text coming in, Matt pulled his iPhone from his pocket and checked to see that Selvi wanted to go to Sully's after school to hang and do her homework. It seemed she preferred being around him more than her great grandmother and Matt found it sweet but Aileen was getting older by the day and that scared the shit out of him.

That tough Irishwoman had been the only mainstay in his life. The world had taught him that people always left, and she had been the exception to that rule.

Moments later he pocketed the phone and pushed a small smile as Jules face was pinned by his gaze. "Well, I don't wanna keep you. Just thought I'd say 'hello'." It was so strange to go from how close they were to not knowing how to talk with her or even be in her presence for long anymore. "You look really good," was all he could say.

Happy— that would've killed him to admit. / @fearhidden

Forever was a long time to love someone, but what happened to a person after every expectation they'd ever had crumbled? Heartbreak hit first, then panic followed soon after. She hadn't sought out Oliver, but his gentle touch and kind heart had been the very thing she'd needed to take a couple of steps forward.

In six months time, she'd stared down at the man in awe as he sank to one knee and made a promise for another version of forever. She'd had to wash down the bitterness that followed with an entire bottle of wine. The man on his knee hadn't been Matt and yet, the vertically gifted bar owner was the name she'd wanted to spew as she rattled off an excited agreement.

The ring itself was gorgeous, but she found herself staring guiltily down at more than she liked. Was she happy? Sure. How could she not be? Oliver was virtually perfect in every way. He didn't hesitate to show his love, nor did he stumble when speaking on it either. Much like Jules, he wanted the whole nine yards; a big wedding, a big family, and a happy ending that left others in awe.

So, why was her excitement ticking away with every day that passed? Why did going shopping for wedding dressed cause her stomach to knot up and palms to sweat? It should have been the happiest time in her life, and while some days it was, there were others where she felt everything but happiness.

Every ounce of her attention had been placed on the dimly illuminated screen as she read through a long winded thank you message from a client for all the effort she had put into ensuring a smooth start into the school year. She'd tapped a few words of a response when his name cut through her thoughts and caused steady hands to tremble slightly.

The sound of a locking phone filled the air and despite every warning sounding off in her head, she stayed in place, dark hues following his steps towards hers.

"Stranger? Hardly. You know I never stopped coming to the bar." Some habits die hard and some never died at all. Why should she give up her favorite drinking spot in the wake of their separation? Even if doing so would have severed another tie between them. "Unless my corner spot really is that easily missed." Or maybe he hadn't looked there because he already knew what he'd find.

Either way, she had to say something to keep her thoughts from consuming her on the spot. "What's got you hanging out around town?"

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On the weekends Grey generally preferred his time away from his counterparts. It wasn't that he disliked them or didn't have a good friendship with the vast majority of them, he simply preferred a life outside of and away from the people he saw day after day, week after week. For anywhere between 40 and 60 hours each week at that.

The contractor wasn't the company man or the lifer. Greyson was a man with goals and a means to an end. Some day in the (hopefully near) future he wanted to spend more time with a family and whomever he was able to trick into settling down with him.

So, he made his money and did his investments. It was all about being smart and doing the hard work now for an easier future.

Lately, however, his life had become all work. Grey had taken on a second project and was burning the candle at both ends. It was all for distraction and to keep his mind and self busy, so that no part of him wandered to the woman whose face was painted on his heart.

It had taken several of his work buddies to wear him down and convince Grey to come to the barbecue. Andrea was thankfully out of his mind, in no way had he paused to consider if she would be coming on the arm of Hudson.

Big mistake.

As he stood in the kitchen, massaging the steaks a little in their bags of marinade to tenderize and add some flavor, his shoulders stilled when he caught the scent of her perfume when she walked into the room. Fucking hell, he could feel this woman before he could see or hear her. Thankfully she couldn't see him haul some air into his lungs the moment her voice sounded off to his back.

When he turned and Andrea filled his entire vision he swallowed thickly as he felt that knife twist in his chest. Their text exchange crossed his mind but all she was talking about was some dip.

"A dip table?" Brow raised in interest, his tone was even and modulated. "I don't think we're that fancy here," Grey answered, his dark gaze momentarily dipping down the brunette's figure. "But you can check outside there's some tables setup out there." With his head he nodded to the slider that was open and led to the backyard.

Hudson's voice wasn't far off, in the hallway with Allie, but it sounded like they were traveling into a different room. Annoyance tightened his shoulders. That man didn't deserve Andrea but she'd written him off— so why did he care?

He didn't.

It wasn't his problem.

Nothing to do with him.

"By the way, Hudson doesn't know shit about a good barbecue," a small, albeit tight smile was flashed at the brunette, "good to see you again, though, stranger." / @fearhidden

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pairing — andrea salazar & greyson hendrix.

One would have thought that Hudson was a family man with the way he'd begged for her and Max to attend the small BBQ hosted by a friend of his. Her first question and without a doubt the most important of them all? Was it a work friend, and if so, would everyone be there? The question hadn't struck him as odd, but his answer had nearly been the reason for her chime of rejection.

Maximilian, on the other hand, couldn't stand for it a missed gathering and how could she say no to beaming eyes that were a shade darker than her light hues? A color that didn't belong to her and most certainly didn't match Hudson's baby blues.

Against every basic instinct to make an excuse, she'd finally agreed. Even as she stood with Max's hand in hers and Hudson at their side, she'd considered darting off without an explanation. Hudson did it enough, why the hell couldn't she do the same?

Work emergency? It would have been believable.

Unfortunately, as the front door swung open, she was greeted by a gorgeous blonde who seemed awfully fond of seeing Hudson on the other side of the doorway before her gaze lingered to Andy and her son. Almost immediately, Max was tugging for the backyard and rather than fight it, he released her hold and watched him dart out with excitement.

"You know what? I'm just going... to... I'll take this to the kitchen? I'll catch up with you. Go... do your thing." She could hear the uneasiness in her tone, but to no shock, it was something Hudson missed. So, as awkwardly as ever, she stumbled into the kitchen, her already pounding heart doubling in pace as the backside of a vertically gifted man came into view.

Perfect. Just the thing she needed. "Do you know where I should put this? Hudson said it's not a BBQ without buffalo chicken dip," she lamely joked. Apparently she'd done them differently growing up, but he insisted on it being a staple.

"Wasn't sure if there was a dip table or not," she added, as if she hadn't sounded uncertain enough. Did he hate her? He should have. In fact, she wouldn't have blamed him for walking out without a word, but all she could was wait with a bated breath and hope that she didn't lose the single ounce of comfort she'd found while in his presence. Undeserved, she reminded herself, but comfort nonetheless.

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A large part of Angelia felt incredibly guilty for the way she couldn't sit back and be the supportive girlfriend of a rockstar that traveled the globe and offered his music to millions. Out of everyone in the world, aside from perhaps his mother, she was his biggest supporter when it came to his talent and his dreams.

The man beside her had it in spades. In just about every way, from the moment they met at that coffee shop so many years ago, she believed in him and every dream he wanted to chase.

Only, Angelia had her own dreams and wants, and they didn't exactly match his. When it came down to it and the world (especially his record label) demanded he go on tour, she couldn't be that person holding him back. Yet, when Lochlan had left, the pain in the wake of his departure had been something she'd been unable to fathom.

It was one of the worst things she'd experienced.

He left. Again and again.

For years and years Angelia held out hope that she would be good enough. That she would be enough. That he would choose to stay because that was where he wanted to be.

It had taken so long though that she couldn't necessarily wait anymore. There weren't lovers or anyone she was able to maintain anything with because her heart had always belonged to Lochlan and always would. She bought herself a house. She built a life and career.

She settled that the person she loved would never be a constant in her life.

"Really?" The question came out in a near gasp. Not only was she in some shock there was astonishment in her tone. Angelia had stopped believing a day like this would come. "You're staying? This is your house and you're staying? Like for good? Or is this a place to just hang your head between trips?" The questions poured out quick and fired off in rapid succession, her head nodded the entire time as though she was encouraging him to say yes and confirm what was making her tremble.

Adrenaline surged through her. This was wild. Her heart pounded against the walls of her chest and she pulled Lochlan close, then kissed him.

"You can still have someone do all your paperwork for you," she pointed out. "Not me, but someone..." The home buying process wasn't the funnest when it came to the contract, Angelia remembered that much.

As he moved her deeper into the house her earthy gaze moved about the space and she was taking it all in too fast, some part of her feeling overwhelmed and that it was difficult to accept something she hadn't expected to ever be a reality. "Maybe I'm just fussy but I've never really thrifted for furniture. I can't get past how dirty it might be and what it might have been through," she chuckled, a little nervously as her hand splayed over her neck.

Soon her eyes moved to the empty living room and traveled freely about the open space, focusing on the blank walls as she listened to Lochlan. "Of course I remember your mom's place. How could I ever forget?" It was one of her sweetest memories. Going back to see his hometown the first time and meet his mother and see where he grew up had been incredibly special. "I'd be happy to help you make these walls our own," she smiled over at him, tears in her eyes. / @super-bl00m

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PAUL MESCAL as CONNELL WALDRON in Normal People (2020), S1

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DEEP WATER (2022) — dir. Adrian Lyne

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ALL AMERICAN 3x18 | “Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You)”