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🚨 ・・・・・ 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧.

hear me out... a SHIPWRECKED plot. two muses are shipwrecked on an abandoned island. once shelter is built and a food source is maintained they are left with the reality of being stuck there forever. when boredom kicks in and there is no chance of rescue, what else is there to do but fuck?

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NOBODY WANTS THIS (2024–) ¤ 1.01 dir. Greg Mottola

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Who are you? Lucía, the one who brings the daylight.

VENUS (2022) dir. Jaume Balagueró

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rp idea: an exploration into a vicious love.

i am suddenly so intrigued by the dynamic of two people stubbornly existing between that line of hatred and affection. the line's stabbed into the earth, and they refuse to cross it, their shoes scuff in-and-out, but they never cross the line. it's not the YA kind of hate/love— this is real, it is something far more substantial than waning embers of a mild dislike, no, this is a bonfire of searing emotions. they hate you, they want to destroy you, any romance between you will always be a vicious love.

there's little explanation for the complexity of their hate&love, or maybe there's too 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 of an explanation. either way, they've always clashed, burned, and hated. individuals drawn close, individuals who had something close to an 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

teeth nashing as they often tamp down the urge to kiss. their fists tightened because they don't know if they want to pull the other close or push them off a cliff just so they'll be 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. sometimes, they see the other, and they claw wildly at your throat, dire obsession is 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 and 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 beneath the rotten desire to destroy them or to pull them close. hair pulled at the roots, lips curled into a snarl, bodies an inch away and they just stare with a 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 hate; it's juvenile, it's something, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. they cling to the hatred and the two obsess over every scrap of contact. it's two people woven into each other's life, and neither can be easily forgotten or overlooked. they choke the others' thoughts and invade their brain— every scrap of their pinkish brain matter is written over, scrawled, underlined, scratched out, and swallowed by their name only.

it's rage, dark rage, and a filthy desire that destroys them just as much as it enlivens them, and nothing makes it go away, so they try to destroy with blazing fire and ferocious cruelty. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. stolen moments in alcoves and crevices, but it's not like they deserve any better. sharp quips, wit going head-to-head, the shuffle of one's wrist against the others as they pass one another in the hallway– the overlap sears, the touch ignites, their wrist burns but they just share a glance, clip shoulders and move on 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

this is an existence shadowed by the person they hate. it's unbearable, but they couldn't imagine living any other way. too much has happened. too much exists between them, so much that it crushes them. tangled moments, moonlight vows. they sear threats amidst kisses and 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺.

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someone indulge me… in a guilty pleasure plot: he’s stone-cold ruthless, part of a large criminal organization (mafia/gang/MC) and she’s sweet, an innocent girl who works as a bartender every night just to pay the bills. her suburban life is normal and boring and his is full of violence and bloodshed. she doesn’t dabble in the crime world so they normally wouldn’t have crossed paths, but one night after a late-night closing shift she sees something she isn’t supposed to, and he can’t just let her go. her bartender job also makes her valuable—it’s a popular place for criminals, allies and rivals alike, and she meets a lot of people and hears a lot of things—and maybe she’s got information that could be of use to him. he’ll get it out of her… he’ll do anything to make her tell.

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MAIA REFICCO as Noa Olivar in Pretty Little Liars: Summer School "Chapter Thirteen: Sweet Sixteen"

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via Eddy Chen [x]

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GRACE VAN PATTEN in archival Dolce & Gabbana for the Tell Me Lies Season 2 Premiere via hair stylist Bobby Eliot

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Hey lovelies! ✨

I've just done a little cleanup of my servers and closed out the inactive ones, so now I'm on the hunt for some new partners on Discord! 💌 I'm all about finding some super chill, long-term RP partners who are down for relaxed, chill vibes. Whether it's short or long paras, fun text threads, or totally random plot ideas – I'm game for whatever!

I’m also looking for someone who loves to chat OOC and headcanon about our muses (canon or OC). And if we aren’t feeling a thread or plot anymore no worries – we can replot and mix things up!

I write both male and female characters (all pairings welcome!) and would love if you do too. I’m also here for all the dark and dead dove plots.

hmuuuu and I will reach out 👀✨

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♡ NESSA BARRETT passenger princess music video

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RYAN CORR in OUTLAWS (2017) dir. Stephen McCallum

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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON attends the 81st Venice International Film Festival (Aug 31, 2024)

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somebody please let me play Grace VanPatten and I will literally play any wanted opposite.

tell me lies has me in a chokEHolD😩

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BRANDON SKLENAR 1923 ‧ Created by Taylor Sheridan

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Anyone But You (2024).

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo: parallels

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rp idea: an exploration into a vicious love.

i am suddenly so intrigued by the dynamic of two people stubbornly existing between that line of hatred and affection. the line's stabbed into the earth, and they refuse to cross it, their shoes scuff in-and-out, but they never cross the line. it's not the YA kind of hate/love— this is real, it is something far more substantial than waning embers of a mild dislike, no, this is a bonfire of searing emotions. they hate you, they want to destroy you, any romance between you will always be a vicious love.

there's little explanation for the complexity of their hate&love, or maybe there's too 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 of an explanation. either way, they've always clashed, burned, and hated. individuals drawn close, individuals who had something close to an 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

teeth nashing as they often tamp down the urge to kiss. their fists tightened because they don't know if they want to pull the other close or push them off a cliff just so they'll be 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. sometimes, they see the other, and they claw wildly at your throat, dire obsession is 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 and 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 beneath the rotten desire to destroy them or to pull them close. hair pulled at the roots, lips curled into a snarl, bodies an inch away and they just stare with a 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 hate; it's juvenile, it's something, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. they cling to the hatred and the two obsess over every scrap of contact. it's two people woven into each other's life, and neither can be easily forgotten or overlooked. they choke the others' thoughts and invade their brain— every scrap of their pinkish brain matter is written over, scrawled, underlined, scratched out, and swallowed by their name only.

it's rage, dark rage, and a filthy desire that destroys them just as much as it enlivens them, and nothing makes it go away, so they try to destroy with blazing fire and ferocious cruelty. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. stolen moments in alcoves and crevices, but it's not like they deserve any better. sharp quips, wit going head-to-head, the shuffle of one's wrist against the others as they pass one another in the hallway– the overlap sears, the touch ignites, their wrist burns but they just share a glance, clip shoulders and move on 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

this is an existence shadowed by the person they hate. it's unbearable, but they couldn't imagine living any other way. too much has happened. too much exists between them, so much that it crushes them. tangled moments, moonlight vows. they sear threats amidst kisses and 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺.