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𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑳𝒀𝑵 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 & 𝑴𝑰𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑺 . Outer Banks ( 2020 – ) .

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Lidia Yuknavitch, from Reading the Waves: A Memoir published in 2025

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Taylor Swift, You're Losing Me

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12 Monkeys → 2.08 “Lullaby”

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#married

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yalllll i'm so excited to see kendri.ck tonight

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@finalslay said : “ i've been breaking hearts a long time. ” from adam // rep starters.

her gaze skims over him in the firelight, taking in the differences six years makes on a person with the honed detail of an artist's eye. an amused smile plays at the corner of her lips, but she presses them together to avoid it outright, gaze shifting back to the fire instead. " i guess some things don't change, " she acquiesces, that smile spreading more fully now. her shoulders tense, though, smile freezing in place by sheer force of will, when she catches one of the other guards studying madi a little too closely for her liking. her hand stills where it had been brushing over her hair, dark brown braids and waves spilling over her leg where madi's head rests against her leg. the other guard is wise enough, at least, to walk away when he notices her attention. something tight and all too familiar coils in her chest, that burning need to protect at all costs like a well-worn jacket that she's settling back into. yes, some things really don't change. at the first sign of danger, she'd gone right back to the old mask that haunted her nightmares for years. it had been nice, for a moment, to set it aside again with a friend she hadn't seen for years. but where do his loyalties lie now, she has to wonder, this friend who has seen almost every version of her over the years. resuming gently brushing through madi's hair, she glances over to adam again, with a slight raise of her brows. " but some things do, " she prompts, " do you want to talk about it? "

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Mission: Impossible – Rogue Nation (2015) dir. Christopher McQuarrie

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map in hand, she's fully prepared to head off on her own to the nearest source of freshwater, even just to get a feel for the distance. when one of the fellow delinquents joins her, she glances over with an assessing stare before refocusing on picking through the brush ahead of them. " i get that everyone is having the time of their lives, but if we don't find a reliable source of freshwater we'll be dying of dehydration in a matter of days. the landing was already extremely off course, so whatever resources are in that mountain bunker are going to require a pretty lengthy hike to get to, which, again... would be exertion that requires freshwater. so, i thought it would be a good idea to at least try to find some. " she doesn't mention the anxiety-inducing chaos of having a hundred people running around when she'd just spent the better part of the year with no company aside from her thoughts, though it also spurred her to leave.

"where are you going?" rapunzel runs to catch up to @pyrrhicmessiah, a little out of breath as she falls into step with her. she runs a hand through her hair, already tempted to put it up. "i thought we all had an agreement not to go anywhere alone, we still don't know what's out there." and just because the air isn't dangerous, doesn't mean what lurks beyond their little camp isn't, either. "i'll come with you." ♡.

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i hate when people ask me to open up. like i met you 3 years ago give me time

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this mun is marked safe from the 24-25 school year

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@inkedwaters said : " i had no choice. " from floyd // tlou starters.

her shoulders tense, lips pressing into a thin line as she takes that in, surveying the wreckage of the deserted lab. she'd insisted that coming here was worth the risk, that the supplies it could contain could help them immensely. his resistance hadn't made sense to her at the time, only agreeing when he'd been outvoted. sure as hell makes a lot more sense now. shaking her head, she looks up at him, accusation heavy in the air between them. " no choice? " betrayal is quickly giving way to outrage as she lobs the redacted file towards him. " i believe my father didn't want me involved, but he's dead. he's been dead for years. and i didn't know why! " the words are running away from her now, spilling out faster than she can think. " to cover up whatever was going on here, clearly. he found out and she, she really had him -- " she can't finish the sentence, sucking in a ragged breath at the pain from the implication, eyes falling from his to the ground as she's processing the life shattering information from that file. " i don't know what the fuck kind of sick twist of fate it is that i crashed onto this beach, i didn't even know it existed! " her gaze snaps back to his with all the force of her misplaced grief and hurt, " but you did! you've known exactly where we've been! and all you've done is fucking lie to my face since day one. why the fuck should i even listen to you right now? " moments they've shared play back in her mind's eye, moments that had made her trust him, now unable to parse the real ones from the faked. " my father isn't an excuse. you should've told me. "

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🌕💙⚜️💙Stars and the Moon💙⚜️💙🌕

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@inkedwaters said : My muse leans in as if to whisper something, their lips dangerously close to your muse’s ear. from jericho // action prompts.

suffice to say that when she'd agreed to participate in a rural fellowship program, she hadn't had a very clear picture of what a rural placement would truly encompass. if someone had told her, for example, that she would be hosting medical services for a veritable rodeo, for example, she would've likely laughed at the stereotypical assumption. stereotypical, maybe. assumption? evidently not. furthermore, if anyone would've told her about cowboys' -- yes, cowboys, the ones that ride bulls and lasso things with those hats they somehow manage to keep on their heads and everything -- propensity for completely disregarding appropriate times and places for flirting... well, she just would've been more prepared.

after that mess of an experience, she'd been extremely reluctant to join her new coworkers at the local bar the following weekend. after enough cajoling, she'd been brought along, though. nursing her drink at the bar while observing an actual line dance start up had felt safe enough. of course, that couldn't last forever.

the drawling comment in her ear makes her flush, head snapping to the side to take stock of the face under the brim of the hat that seems to come standard in the small town. making out his features, she finds herself suddenly grateful for the dim lights that make it so difficult to see in here, hoping it might disguise how much he'd caught her off guard. " --- jericho, right? " she takes a second to take a sip of her drink to steady herself before adding, " how's your rib feeling? " her gaze drifts over him, assessing like she might be able to see it for herself. only after a few seconds does she realize in this context it could be taken the wrong way, gaze quickly jumping back up to his. she still has yet to address his actual question, but she's hoping to just succeed in changing the subject again.

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Tracy K. Smith, “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”

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@shesdaylight said : " thank you for coming back. " // tlou starters.

she opens her mouth at first to say that it's a given, but that promise tastes like ashes when she considers the years that stretch and gape between them now. there was a time it would've been true, but six years changes people. if it had been between her former friend and madi, who would she have chosen? there's a grim awareness in her gut that the answer would've felt simple in the moment, but is clearly anything but when faced with the relief shining in her friend's eyes. finally, she settles on, " you don't ever have to thank me for that, punz. " tucking away her internal discomfort, she offers her hand to the other. " i really did miss you. " that, at least, is true.