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MATERIALISTS 2025, dir. Celine Song

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closed : @sunshinesfm ft. utp.

“ i’m not that hungover. besides, it’s perfectly acceptable to wear sunglasses inside. we’re in florida — there’s uv’s everywhere ! ”

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closed : @wandererfms ft. adi.

“ am i officially past the age of being able to kick it ? because i swear i just heard some guy say, ‘ check out the old dude ’ , while looking right at me. ” he clutches his lower back in imaginary pain, eyes wide with a look of horror. “ well. it was nice knowing you. it’s all downhill for me from here on out. ”

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closed : @astralfms ft. femi !

“ every time you laugh, i forget what point i was trying to make. a little unfair, but . . . you know, fine. ” lopsided grin stays in place, an awestruck gaze for a beat too long. he clears his throat. “ what were we talking about again ? ”

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CLUELESS (1995) dir. Amy Heckerling SEX AND THE CITY (1998–2004) 3.17 What Goes Around Comes Around

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Clueless (1995) dir. Amy Heckerling

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“ you  nearly  make  self-destruction  sound  romantic. ”  mumbles  with  a  half-smile  that  soon  turns  wry.  he  knows  exactly  where  nights  like  this  lead,  and  the  ending  is  never  good.  but  he's  signing  up  anyway.  because  being  drunk  and  alone  right  now  sounds  miserable.  and  while  he  was  good  at  that,  sometimes  misery  needed  company.  kai  falls  into  step  beside  her,  hands  stuffed  into  jacket  pockets,  shoulders  slouched  like  he's  carrying  the  weight  of  more  than  he  lets  on.  “ too right.  fuck  them.  you  make  one  mistake and suddenly they're all actin' like they’ve never put a foot wrong in their life. ”  though  he's  well  aware  he's  made  many  mistakes.  more  than  he'd  care  to  count.  but  he never  actually  intended  to  hurt  anyone.  glances  at  emma,  the  corner  of  his  mouth  twitching  into  a  tired  smile.  “ just so you know,  if  we  get  caught  i'm  throwin'  you  under  the  bus. "  a  very clear  lie. he'd gladly take the fall. reputation was already in the shit anyway.

                    SOMEHOW   SHE   COULD   ALREADY   TELL   WITH   THE   WAY   HE’S   ACTING  ,   that   he   would   opt   for   something   a   little   more   quiet   this   time   .       not   that   she   would   mind   it   —       they   could   still   wreak   havoc   with   just   the   two   of   them   ,       it   would   not   change   a   thing   .       “   okay  ,   only   a   party   of   two   then   .       we   could   totally   do   that   .   ”       with   a   nod   she   stands   up   and   turns   towards   him   ,   the   lazy   smirk   still   on   her   face   .       “   come   on   ,   partner   .       we’ve   got   a   mission   to   accomplish   .       you   and   i   are   about   to   get   fucking   wasted   &   give   no   fucks   for   the   rest   of   the   night   .      it’s   our   world   and   well   ,   it’s   our   world   .       fuck   everyone   else   i   guess   .      who   cares   ,   right   ?   ”       with   that   being   said   she   starts   moving   ,   keeping   her   pace   slow   at   first   as   she   waits   for   kai   to   catch   up   .

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gaze  drifts  over  the  record  axel  seems  to  be  looking  at,  and  kai  almost  hates  to  think  that  the  other  has  good  taste.  if  they  dropped  the  shit —  the  jabs,  back  and  forth  teasing — they'd  probably  be  able  to  have  an  actual  conversation  of  substance.  might  actually  find  that  they  have  something  in  common.  but  that  would  be  too  easy,  wouldn't  it  ?  and  a  hell  of  a  lot  less  fun.  “ well  ain’t  you  a  saint.  saint  axel,  everybody, ”  he  announces  to  the  empty  shop,  voice  dripping  in  mock  applause.  “ i’m  devastated.  i  was  even  gonna  draw  little  hearts  around  my  name  just  for  you. ”  there's  still  no  staff  in  sight,  and  so  he  slips  behind  the  counter  so  casually  it  looks  like  he  actually  belongs  there.  like  he  should  be  wearing  a  name  tag  and  rolling  his  eyes  at  customers  every  two  seconds.  it's  probably  illegal  to  pretend  he  works  there,  but  he  doesn't  really  care  if  it  means  fucking  with  axel. isn't like he's taking anybody's money . . . yet.   “ anyway,  are  you  gonna  buy  that,  or  are  you  just  plannin'  on  hangin'  around  here  all  day  givin'  me  a  headache  ? ”   lopsided  grin  moves  into  place,  arms  folding  over  his  chest  as  he  acts like a bored worker ( has plenty of practise from his actual job, over at highwater. )  "  i'm  sure  less  annoyin'  people  have  been  banned.  i  could  always  add  you  to  the  list.  take  your  photo,  put  it  on  the  wall  of  shame.  i  don't  play  darts,  but  if  you’re  gonna  be  the  target,  now’s  as  good  a  time  as  any  to  start.  "

"Wow, you been saving that one for a while now?" He kept his tone dry and unimpressed as he walked over to sift through a section of records to search for what he had actually come in for. He glanced up from a pile of Siouxsie and the Banshees records to give the other a look of mock interest before the corner of his mouth ticked up into a small smirk. "You're right — it is crazy that anyone would pay money for that." The truth? Axel didn't actually think negatively of the other's music. In fact, there was some respect for it, especially since he knew it wasn't exactly easy trying to make in a small town when your genres occupied more alternative spaces. But it was far more fun to throw digs at each other than admit any of that. He sarcastically put his hands up as if he'd been caught, "Oh yeah, you got me. I nobly spent my hard earned money on your records to spare the poor ears of anyone who wouldn't know any better than to waste their money on them — my good deed for the year or whatever. So sorry to say it was not out of a burning passion for your music so I'm not going to be able to help you live out your fantasy of writing your first autograph."

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ace  snorts,  cracking  open  the  soda  he'd  picked  without  even  really  looking.  only  when  he  takes  a  sip  does  he  realize  it's  grape.  “ so  she  keyed  his  car  without  any proof ?  ”  questions,  eyebrows  shooting  up.  he  sounds  shocked,  for  all  of  two  seconds,  before  he's  shrugging  like  he  gets  it.  “ you  know  what  ?  good  for  her,  man.  i  mean,  maybe  a  little  ahead  of  herself,  but  you  gotta  admire  her  spirit. "   gestures  vaguely  with  the  can,  another  gulp taken.  always  a  little  too  much  to  say.   “ if  i  was  into  the  marriage  thing  —  which,  definitely  not  —  she'd  still  be  someone  i'd  want  walking  down  the  aisle  to  me.  she's  a  woman  of  action.  right  to  it,  no  messing  around.  that's  someone  you  want  in  our  corner.  the  type  to  come  out  swinging  with  a  baseball  bat  if  someone  fucks  you  over. ”  a  pause,  shifting  to  face  brandon  a  little,  expression  more  animated  now.  “ besides,  he's  a  man.  can  you  blame  her  for  jumping  to  conclusions  ?  unfortunately,  as  a  whole,  the  many  have  tarnished  the  few  and  we  are,  by  all  accounts,  complete trash. ”

who: ace miller, @dreamerfms where: their apartment

“Want a drink,” Brandon called; half of his body was currently positioned inside of the fridge, the choice between orange and grape soda taking longer than anticipated. Grabbing cans of both, Brandon finally closed the refrigerator door and plodded towards the living room. He set the cans down and settled onto the couch. “Couldn’t choose” he explained. With one hand he gestured towards the cans, signaling Ace to choose the one he wanted. Bran would take whichever was left, which was, in his opinion, the easiest way to make a decision. “Okay,” he continued when they were finally settled, “so I was supposed to be writing but I kept getting distracted by this gal telling her friend about how she thought her boyfriend was cheating on her 'cause he'd just disappear for hours and be cagey. She confronted him but of course the man denied it. So, she keyed his car. Turns out, he was just trying to plan a proposal for her.”

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misty  doesn’t  look  at  the  kitten.  just  blinks  slowly  at  tatum,  her  expression  unreadable.  “ honestly  ?  terrible  idea.  would  definitely  ruin  your  life, ”  she responds  flatly,  then  pauses.  flicker  of  a  smirk  beginning  to  stretch.  “ you  should  do it. ”  it  was  never  something  her  parents  would  care  much  about,  but  she  was  well  aware  her  parents  were  rarities.  “ you  said  it  picked  you,  right  ?  so  if  you  leave  it  behind,  it'll  haunt  your  dreams.  scratch  out  your  soul,  or  whatever. ”  finally,  she  glances  at  the  kitten.  voice  softening  just  a  tad.  “ It  already  decided.  you're  it's  person  now. ”  shrugs,  tucking  her  hands  into  her  jacket  pockets.  “ so, what  are  you  gonna  name  it  ? "

𓇼　　dune animal rescue,   early afternon 𓇼　　open  for   anyone   @palmviewstarters

𓇼　　“  this  one  won't  stop  staring  at  me  …  i  think  we  have  a  connection,  ”  she  mutters,  pointing  at  the  kitten  whose  big  blue  eyes  have  yet  to  stray  from  tatum's  every  move.  “  how  bad  of  an  idea  would  it  be  to  bring  a  cat  home  without  warning?  ”

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she  doesn't  have  a  problem.  it  was  only  supposed  to  be  a  few.  a  little  something  to  take  the  edge  off,  to  loosen  up,  to  feel  like  her  again.  she  told  herself  she  could  stop  after  three.  but  three  soon  turned  into  four,  four  into  five . . .  five  into  too  many  to  count.  but  she  doesn't  have  a  problem.  how  can  it  be  a  problem  when  she's  having  fun,  right  ?  she  laughs.  bright,  careless.  reaches  for  araceli’s  arm  with  a  grin  that's  a  little  too  wide.  cheeks  flushed,  eyes  glossy.  she's  not  just  tipsy,  she's  way  past  that.  but  she  doesn't  have  a  problem  !   “ what  ?  no  !  no,  you  can't  go, ”  she  insists,  tugging  the  other  closer.  “ we're  just  getting  started.  come  on,  don't  be  a  buzzkill.  just  one  more  hour. please  ? ”  here’s  a  hint  of  desperation  behind  her  smile  now,  but  she  masks  it  with  another  laugh.  she's  just  having  a  good  time,  right  ?  there's  nothing  wrong  with  that.  it  doesn't  mean  she  has  a  problem.

STARTER FOR / @dreamerfms !

"   end  of  the  night  for  me  ,  girl  .   let's  get  an  uber  or  something  .  "   araceli   states  ,  stifling  a  small  yawn  and  stumbling  slightly  ,  as  she  stands  up  from  the  bar   .   she's   3   drinks   in   ,   which   means   she's   plenty   tipsy   .  araceli  isn't  much  of  a  drinker  ,  but  she  enjoys  that  yasmin  is  always  down  for  a  night  out  .  speaking  of  which  .  .  .  araceli  looks  over  at  yasmin  and  feels  herself  frown  ,  just  slightly  .  the  amount  of  empty  glasses  around  yasmin  does  not  equal  the  same  amount  around  araceli  .  and  she  swears  they  were  drinking  one-for-one  .  "   am   i   a   really   slow   drinker   ,   or   are   you   just   really   FAST   ?   "

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he’s  half-listening,  finally  able  to  drink  again.  not  once,  but  twice.  sex  on  the  beach  ?  check.  sex  while  watching  a  scary  movie  ?  check  again.  only  when  lark  asks  her  question  does  he  stop.  he's  guilty  of  being  an  asshole,  but  cheating  was  a  line  he  would  never  cross.  can't  even  bring  himself  to  lie  about  it.  idea  of  it  alone  leaves  a  bitter  taste  in  his  mouth.  best  friend's  sibling ?  never  done  that  either.  but  he  drinks  anyway,  simply  because  he  wants  another  drink  and  he's  tired  of  waiting.  he  shifts,  rests  his  elbow  on  his  knee,  tilts  his  cup  just  enough  to  see  how  much  is  left.  not  much.  he  exhales  through  his  nose,  eyes  flicking  from  one  person  to  the  next.  too  many  careful  answers.  too  many  drinks  without  eye  contact.  too  many  boring  questions.  “ jesus  christ, ”  he  mumbles,  not  bothering  to  hide  the  boredom  creeping  in.  “ you  lot  really  don’t  have  much  to  drink  over  with  questions  like  that,  do  you  ?  ”  tips  the  last  of  his  drink  into  his  mouth  and  shrugs,  letting  the  cup  fall  back  into  the  sand  beside  him.  “ we  should  switch  it  up. ”  he  stretches,  rolls  his  shoulders,  voice  lazy  but a little  baiting.  “ truth  or  dare  ?  or  hell,  i  dunno  —  spin  the  bottle  ?  might  actually  give  you  somethin'  worth  drinkin'  over  next  time  you  play  this  game. " @loversfms

“look,  lark,  i  just  brought  back  whatever  the  bartender  gave  me.  i  swear  i  gave  him  everyone's  orders  the  way  you  asked  for  !”  this  was  probably  not  true,  because  major  insisted  he  didn't  need  to  write  any  of  the  orders  down.  “woah,  woah,  woah,”  is  his  response  once  lucia  chimes  in.  “reminder,  i  didn't  make  the  damn  drinks  !!  and  you  guys  are  too  upset  for  people  who  didn't  have  to  pay  for  them.” 

NEVER  HAVE  I  EVER  BEEN  TO  ASIA.  not  exactly  the  start  he  was  expecting,  and  not  exactly  something  he  could  drink  to,  either.  major  likes  to  think  he's  well-traveled,  but  in  reality,  he's  just  bounced  around  the  united  states.  NEVER  HAVE  I  EVER  ROBBED  FROM  A  BANK.  another  thing  he  couldn't  drink  to,  because  he  wasn't  a  cartoon  character.  he  gives  a  singular  nod  after  lark's  comment,  knowing  he  wasn't  going  to  make  it  through  the  game  if  they  were  all,  well…  like  this.  luckily,  kai  seems  to  understand  what  makes  the  game  fun,  but  major  still  can't  drink.  “never  have  i  ever…”  it  takes  him  a  second,  because  he's  done  a  lot.  he  lived  his  life  a  little  more…  willing  than  most.  “had  sex  on  this  beach.” / @drtabbyfeldman

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laughter  bubbles,  the  kind  that  lifts  shoulders.  he  really  had  missed  them,  even  if  this  time  around  he'd  been  terrible  with  communication.  attention  turns  to  him,  and  he's  a  little  hesitant  to  have  it.  “ well,  i  won, ”  shrugs,  confidant  smile  falling  into  place.  doesn't  mention  the  fact  one  of  the  fights  had  left  him  several  concussed.  “ i'm  in  a  position  now  where  i  can  be  more  selective.  stick  to  big  fights,  high  pay-outs.  so  they'll  be  a  little  less  frequent  now. ”  a  pause,  like  he's  trying  to  decide  if  that's  an  achievement,  or  the  real  beginning  of  the  end  he'd  been  dreading  since  the  day  he  started.  the  next  question  comes  like  a  knockout  punch.  he  doesn’t  flinch,  but  his  breath  catches  for  just  a  beat  too  long.  gaze  falling  to  the  food  in  front  of  him,  sadness  and  regret  washing  over  him in waves..  “ uh  . . . ”   nervously  scratches  the  back  of  his  neck,  voice  quiet  when  he  speaks  again.  “ it's  not.  it's  not . . .  going.  it's  over. ”  he  clears  his  throat,  blinking  once  in  attempt  to  shake  it  off.  with  a  long  exhale,  he  leans  back  in  his  chair,  arms  crossed  like  he’s  trying  to  fold  it  all  back  inside  himself.  “ i  don't  think  there's  gonna  be  an  us  again. ”  because  asking  for  another  chance  when  he  couldn't  let  go  of  boxing  was  selfish.  and  all  he  really  wanted  was  for  her  to  be  happy.  even  if  it  wasn't  with  him. 

deep  down,  she  knows  veronica  and  kyro  love  her  little  family.  she  knows  they  always  have.  their  dads  were  close,  but  she's  not  as  oblivious  to  her  uncle's  opinions  of  her  family  as  she  once  was.  her  dad  had  explained  to  her  how  their  lifestyle  may  be  unconventional  to  most,  his  own  brother  included.  of  course,  as  the  years  went  by  and  it  was  clear  destiny  was  here  to  stay,  a  better  relationship  was  built  between  the  families.  that  didn't  stop  theodora  from  feeling  SLIGHTLY  EMBARRASSED  about  their  differences.  “i'll  definitely  tell  him  we  can  call  later  –  he'll  be  excited  to  hear  from  you  guys  !”  she  sat  herself  down,  looking  between  kyro  and  veronica.  “well,  it's  florida,  so  you've  missed  a  lot  of  sunshine.  and  us,  of  course.  there  simply  can't  be  another  ronnie  and  dory  anywhere  in  the  world  !!”

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her  smile  doesn't  budge.  in  fact,  it  only  morphs  into  something  more  sickly  sweet.  “ oh,  alex. ” name  is  said  wrong  on  purpose,  because  of  course  she  knows  his  name  is  axel.  she  knows,  like . . . everything  !   “ it  is  fun.  i guess it's difficult to see anything other than that storm cloud hanging over your head, huh ? ”  hand  gestures  towards  him,  head  tilting  like  she’s  spotted  something  underwhelming  in  a  store  window.  small  she  was.  kind  as  could  be  the  majority  of  the  time.  but  she  could  also  be  mighty  when  pissed  off.  “ it's  not  quite  as  cute  as  you  think  it  is,  you  know,  being  a  hater.  it  screams major  insecurity  more than  anything. " there's a pause, soft.  " so  i  can  totally  get  why  you  might  be  a  little  hesitant  to  approach  someone  for  a  kiss. " she takes a step closer, seemingly unbothered though quietly overthinking the entire thing. " but if you do decide you're brave enough to take part, " she begins, pulling a compact breath freshener out of her bag that doesn't hold much, " you might want to freshen up first. "

Axel glanced around as if searching for something, "Is the fun in the area with us?" The unserious question hung in the air for a moment before he continued, "Because I don't know if you've noticed, but some of the volunteers look like they're dying to be anywhere else. It's to the point I overheard people asking each other if the person who runs Heartstrings had to blackmail them into signing up for this thing." Not actually, in fact, he'd been the one to imply that — multiple times. Leave it to him to drag an event for charity down with a heavy dose of negativity and a preposterous rumor. "But hey, if that was the point and this thing was supposed to be catered towards people with a humiliation kink, then great job." His words were accompanied by two sarcastic thumbs up. "I'm sure they're very happy to pay the two dollar fee to have their breath or lack of skill insulted in front of the people standing in line behind them. As for everyone else...you don't think they'd ask for a refund, do you? I mean, it's going to charity, how fragile would their egos have to be to ask for their two dollars back?"

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julien baker - “appointments” / larissa pham - “abject permanence” / the mountain goats - “cry for judas” / richard siken - “the worm king’s lullaby”

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This is really sweet of you guys. I hope I don't have to use it against a bunch of killer clowns.

CLOWN IN A CORNFIELD (2025) dir. Eli Craig