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         there was a certain warmth within these walls. it sunk down to the bone of him, outstretching from limb to limb. marcus couldn't find it anywhere else, no matter how hard he looked. even now, with frances' touch long moments past, his skin still hums. his finger absentmindedly trails the spot, mind lazily moving back to the bar. the girl's voice was silvery, saccharine sweet. her painted red nail had trailed up and down marcus' forearm for what felt like hours, as if she were attempting to carve her secrets into him. marcus sits down on frances' couch, and the scent of the stranger's perfume drifts up toward his nose in his movement, flowery and abrasive. it only made him further appreciate the warm vanilla scent that frances wore so often, the one that adhered to his clothes and his hair and bedsheets when he was lucky enough. a rush of guilt washed over him so abruptly that the room moves. nothing happened, yet he still felt dirty. “ well when you put it like that , ” he answers on a breathy chuckle, wince reappearing. he sinks into the cushions, nauseated by an amalgam of emotions that couldn't address. he had to tell her. omitting the truth was a lie nonetheless, and she deserved his honesty. the slip of frances' compliment pulls him back to the present, a smile pulling at his lips as he watches her flit through her home. “ the not-sexy wound will take a moment to heal, but pretty boy is a nice salve. thank you . " the ridiculous smile stays put, lazy and indulged. he leans forward suddenly, ignoring his dizziness and her question of a tea or a blanket, his epiphany taking importance. “ when is your birthday ? ” marcus' intensity spotlit his drunkenness, gaze as serious as a heart attack. “ we've seen each other naked and i don't know even your birthday , ” hands rub over his face, the scratch of his stubble audible. “ oh my god , that's horrible . "

if frances had any less common sense , or if she'd been a little braver she might've let him stay in her bed sleep inches away from her in the darkness of her room and try not to think of the warmth of him --- so close but so far away enveloped in shadow . but she wasn't that stupid , he could stay on her couch where she could bury the thoughts of him away far into the back of her mind . " were you trying to be sexy ? " frances asks , a hint of confusion lingering on each word like it would suddenly make sense if she questioned him in his drunken state . " i'm not going to continue to argue with you , come inside . " she repeats , more stern than before and for a moment a scarred yet gentle hand reaches out for him offering a physical invite over the threshold into her small home , the living room just out of the edge of his vision lit in the warmth of a yellow table lamp . " well i would've felt real bad if i had to see your face on the news and the breaking story , pretty boy fell into a ditch and died too drunk to wobble home . " it was a half - assed joke and it isn't until it is over that she realizes that she called him pretty --- tries to move on from it so quickly . " you want tea or something ? i can get you a blanket . "

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             destiny  would  seem  to  have  him  freeze  out  here.  alec  felt  a  grain  of  thankfulness  to  the  amount  he  had  drank,  surely  imbibed  enough  to  take  the  sharpest  edge  off  of  the  cold.  plus,  there  were  much  worse  last  faces  to  see.  her  explanation  offers  a  small  distraction,  finding  it  impossible  to  believe  that  his  excessively  cautious  sister  would  ever  do  something  so  impulsive,  and  he  knows  his  face  shows  it.  “  huh  ,  rory  hardly  ever  goes  anywhere  besides  work  .  ”  a  pause,  mouth  slightly  agape,  still  attempting  to  digest.  no  part  of  him  didn't  believe  it  to  be  the  truth,  but  he  suddenly  felt  a  pang  of  guilt  for  ignoring  rory's  call  earlier.   “  alec  ,  ”  he  volleys,  working  extremely  hard  to  commit  frankie's  name  to  memory.  when  she  steps  aside  to  invite  him  in,  alec  can't  mask  his  relief.  “  god  ,  thank  you  .  ”  warmth  envelopes  him  as  he  steps  over  the  threshold,  rubbing  his  hands  together  eagerly  as  they  finally  began  to  thaw.  “  i'll  just  borrow  her  spare  charger  and  call  a  ride  ,  ”  he  explains,  pointing  behind  his  shoulder  at  the  console  table.  turning  on  a  heel,  apologies  still  fly  from  his  mouth.  “  i  am  sorry  about  this  ,  really  .  believe  it  or  not  ,  i  am  her  very  responsible  older  brother  who  just  happens  to  get  stupidly  drunk  at  a  local  haunt  that  my  sister  lives  within  walkable  distance  to  .  ”

" her brother . " she mouthed to herself , starting to think that maybe she was the one who was getting the joke played on her . " no , no . it's fine . i'm just staying here for two weeks while she's in my house in new orleans . we switched on a house rental website . i'm frankie , though . " the blonde said , stepping aside with her arm leading the way inside . " she's not in here but you're definitely most welcome to come look for yourself . get out of the cold for a bit . "

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merry christmas to my phone friends !!! or merry whatever you celebrate !!! merry wednesday !!! i love u guys say it back

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a river and cass edit for @bluerevs !

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﹟an edit for billie﹠jude . . . @bluerevs .

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an edit for natolan . . . natan . . . nalan . . . no — [ call drops ]

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can someone invent a type of letting go that actually feels good instead of feeling like your soul is getting ripped out via large intestine

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SAMANTHA LOGAN as OLIVIA BAKER

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I'll be the first ethical lovebomber

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Mick Jagger, Paris 1971, by Jean-Marie Périer

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Friends 1.04 ‘The One with George Stephanopoulos’

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DAISY JONES & THE SIX Track 8: Looks Like We Made It

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               the  warmth  leaking  from  inside  the  house  hits  alec's  numbed  cheeks,  offering  a  bit  of  grounding  to  his  liquor  logged  brain.  "  her  brother  ,  "  he  answers,  a  curious  glint  in  his  eye.  "  i'm  sorry  if  i  scared  you,  i  just  –  definitely  expected  my  sister  .  "  the  longer  he  looks,  the  more  welcomed  surprise  this  becomes.  an  awkward  laugh  rises  from  his  throat,  hitting  the  air  in  a  puff  of  smoke,  “  can  i  ask  who  you  are  now  ?  or  is  she  in  there  ,  playing  some  sort  of  joke  ?  ”

the blonde was sitting , working on her laptop , when she heard the sudden banging against the wood of the door . running down the stairs , she yells " just a minute ! " as she grabs a sweater , sliding it on her arms before she runs to the door , unlocking the bolt before swinging it open . " i'm not rory , no . who are you ? " she asks , hand resting on the door . this was not how she expected her night to go . a stranger showing up at the door of her rental house yelling for someone names rory ? she had to be dreaming .

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ﾟ✧  open  to:  f  /  nb  . plot:   based   on   this   scene   from   t/he   h/oliday.   it   can   be   true   to   the   movie   (y/m   temporarily   exchanging   houses   with   his   sister)   or   we   can   wing   it!

               “  let  me  in  !  ”  striking  three  hard  raps  against  the  thick  wood  of  his  sister's  door,  alec's  impatience  quickly  devolving  into  frustration.  “  it's  below  freezing  .  come  on  !  ”  he  can  hear  her  muffled  voice  from  inside  the  house,  only  furthering  his  annoyance.  “  it's  me  ,  rory  .  christ  .  “  pushing  his  frigid  fingers  inside  too  thin  of  pockets,  he  begins  to  search  his  mind  for  leverage.  “  rory,  open  the  door  or  i  swear  to  god  i'll  break  your  –  ”  finally,  it  swings  open.  a  stranger  stares  straight  back  at  him.  “  you're…  not  rory  ,  ”  he  says  aloud,  leaning  backward,  checking  the  house  number.  no,  this  was  his  sister's  house.  “  i'm  drunker  than  i  thought  .  "

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               thin  excuses  barely  permeate,  claudia's  lips  turning  into  a  downward  frown.  “  you've  outgrown  this  ?  ”  she  echoes,  choosing  to  ignore  his  suggestion  of  her  selfishness.  for  whatever  reason,  that  particular  jab,  one  she's  heard  so  many  times  before,  wounded  from  his  mouth.   “  so  what,  you'll  let  them  kill  you  off  in  some  cop-out  heroes  death  –  then  what  ?  you  make  a  guest  appearance  on  the  masked  singer  ?  “   tongue  is  still  caustic,  but  there's  a  real  concern  etched  on  her  face.  “  back  out  of  this  now  ,  and  no  casting  director  will  touch  you  .  you  know  i'm  right  .  ”  this  set  had  been  a  nightmare  for  the  majority  of  this  season's  run,  and  she  could  only  imagine  the  mess  of  a  press  tour  that  awaited  them  no  matter  what  archer's  decision,  but  admittedly,  claudia  had  believed  that  she  had  more  time  to  bridge  the  gap  that  had  grown  between  them.  “  you  better  be  willing  to  marry  her  if  you're  really  willing  to  throw  it  all  away  ,  "  she  seethes,  jealousy  seeping  through  hairline  cracks.

like  clockwork,    she  comes  barreling  into  the  trailer  with  a newfound vengeance    –    this  was  the  moment  he  dreaded  since  coming to his final conclusion.    stepping  away  from  the  project,    the  first  big  project  he’d  ever  been  apart  of,    and  all  he  could  think  about  was  not  upsetting  her.    ❛  that’s  not  the  reason,    claudia.  ❜    he  doesn’t  want  to  admit  that  it  is.    ❛  i  want  to  explore  other  options,    okay?    i’m  thankful  for  this  role,    it  put  me  on  the  map    –    but  i  want  something  different.    i’ve  outgrown  this.    could  you  not  make  it about  yourself?  ❜ it's almost as if the words were rehearsed, written by his girlfriend in a tiny gray bubble on his phone.