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Glen Powell and Margaret Qualley at the 82nd Annual Golden Globes 📸 Michael Buckner

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ANNA SAWAI — Golden Globes 2025 Glambot

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LOTTIE MATTHEWS Yellowjackets 1.01 — Pilot

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RACHEL ZEGLER as laura in y2k (2024)

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Anora (2024) dir. Sean Baker

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Florence Pugh | "We Live In Time" Special Screening in London, England | December 20, 2024

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please i am asking for a carmilla-esque sarah catherine hook for my savannah smith vampire rich girl crime princess...

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if i survived a slasher it’s because i fucked him

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a smile played around anna's lips, impossible to subdue at quinn's statement. "that's correct, my darling quinn." she took her own step forward, leaning in so her mouth, and nose, brushed quinn's ear. "...and what are you going to do about that?"

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#8: bad man - FIGHTMASTER.           quinn's chuckle fell from her lips, a bit sarcastic and a bit cold. she was used to being a secret. in fact, she preferred to be kept under wraps. after all, when eyes were on her she felt more uncomfortable than ever. it was why she stayed in the shadows, making other people look good. taking a step forward, she shrugged her shoulders. "well, your man's gone for the weekend and i'm here tonight."

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"we broke up, actually. well, she broke up with me, on the day before my birthday. that's... not that you needed to know that" inez grimaced at herself, regretting the oversharing immediately.

open to anyone. muse: ione dawes. appears 30 years old. bisexual. she/her. nurse. plot: a group of high school/college friends that always meet up around the holidays to ‘catch up’. our muses have always had a bit of a thing for one another but have never really been able to get together for various reasons. is this year… finally the year? 

“no… what’s-their-name with you this year? already have plans?”

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Devery Jacobs as Elora Danan Reservation Dogs (2021-2023)

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chappellroan: Thank u for having me on your Christmas special I’m so proud of u @sabrinacarpenter

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Elizabeth Debicki

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watching maxxxine and whereeee is my

elizabeth debicki x mia goth (or similar vibes), eccentric, demanding european director casts a new-to-the-industry (ex-sex worker, ex-model) ingenue, she becomes her muse, big dramatic on-set hookups, romantic rumours, fights, messy, sexy also murder somehow.

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"i don't - um. okay. but can i see her?" she's always run the line between trusting and skeptical, a scientist at heart, and she's not sure how to feel about this. naomi was a good friend, her roommate all through undergrad, a smart woman, and the message madga'd gotten from her when she'd asked about holiday plans was odd, to say the least. her cheeks flushed at the compliments, despite herself, soft against her pale skin. an absolute sucker for a pretty girl, always. "she's my friend. it's the least i can do."

𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫: any 21+ 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔡: your muse is a family member/friend/partner/ex of one of bronte's more recent cult recruits, and they've managed to track her down to try and threaten her into letting them go. 𝔴𝔥𝔬: bronte ferguson, she/her, 27, queer, switch, cult leader

nothing in her expression hinted at any sort of distress— bronte had long since learned to hold her cards close to her chest in order to carefully curate how she was perceived. in true bronte fashion, she was sporting a placid smile, though the coldness in her eyes hinted at its insincerity. "i don't know what it is you think goes on under my roof, but i can assure you, everyone's here of their own free will." objectively, she could see why they'd be concerned. to suddenly have absolutely no way to contact a loved one must've been jarring, but the path to true spiritual healing was far from conventional; it took sacrifice, and suffering. bronte couldn't expect them to understand that— not now, in their unenlightened state. "it's really sweet, though. your concern. you've got a big heart, don't you? going out of your way to try and come to their rescue, it's... very admirable. there aren't many selfless people like you left in the world."

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"oh... my god, winter, this is really good!" it's a fight to speak without scattering crumbs all over her sweater, but she manages. gingery goodness bursts on her tongue, all sugar and richness. gen can't cook - no time, not a lot of interest, if she's honest - but she almost wants to ask for the recipe just so she can guarantee a supply of these. "genuinely an amazing cookie. i want ten. do these have to be a christmas thing? can you make them year-round?"

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crossing her arms, winter gave gen an expectant, almost smug look, watching as they took their first bite. “so?” she pressed, impatiently. she tried out a recipe found in a drawer full of them at the family home, tried and true from over the years, but it was a first for winter to make the cookies. too excited to share them with the world, the overzealous woman forgot to try them herself. “if you don’t give me a straight answer, i’ll assume it’s perfect, and you’re just jealous. i wouldn’t blame you, of course, but it’s better for everyone’s health if you admit it now.”

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she feels adrift amid this crowd - so many familiar faces, but so different from the memories she has. lauren was never one to attend school reunions, preferring to the present to dwelling on the past, but a funeral, well. grief weighs far heavier on her heart than nostalgia. she'd never thought it would happen this early, always assumed the funerals would start in their 80s, not in their 40s - but accidents happen.

"it's good to see you too. even under the circumstances." she tries to smile, and only half succeeds. "i've been good. husband, two kids..." she shrugs her shoulders loosely. it feels like she's bragging, weirdly, talking about a family she doesn't care about as much as she should when another family is here, grieving. "how are you, sierra?"

open to. all, early to mid 40s only character. sierra hale (45, therapist) information. our characters were in the same friend group as teenagers, all as thick as thieves; as life went on, their friendship dwindled and the group eventually became strangers. now, two decades later, they've returned to their hometown for their mutual friend's funeral. little do they know the suspicious circumstances in which she died and just how much it's going to effect them over the days to come.. this post was made using beta editor

nerves are through the roof — a sense of guilt creeping in as she stands in the seating area, waiting her turn to have a moment with the deceased. sierra should have kept in touch with everyone over the years.. or with some of them, at the very least. but those who she once saw as family are nothing more than a bunch of strangers now. the fact that the death of one of them is what's bringing them back together is heartbreaking.

"hey.. it's good to see you." sierra offers a thin smile, unsure if a hug would be too much. she tries her best to keep conversation light for now. "how have you been?"