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fun fact: luke's friends knew that he would hit jj

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man, my dad was onto smth about hitting the pen all damn day.

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the words are trapped in her throat, and the back of her eyes start to burn with the tears that threaten to lick at her lower lash line. she wants to smother the anger that seem to have taken over the monster in his belly, wants to crawl into his ribcage and soothe the ache that seem to constrict his heart. she wants to kiss away the frown lines that seem to hold a permanent place for the stress to come. most of all, she wants so badly for her to have never found out about will's deal. "i can't.." she starts, kneading her lips together, remembering william telling her to not share a detail; or her own secret will be revealed as well. "he- i- wallace... i'm sorry."

⸻    “why  else  would  you  be  here?  why  else  would  you  not  fucking  tell  me  about    my      brother  having      months      to  live?"

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at first, she was unsure if she should say anything; finding that the angels rely on the word of god through means of her own timbre, so remaining mute to remain hidden was the best measured means of defense for the time being. but the longer she laid on the couch and studied evan's gait as it seemed as though he was listening to something. or even so... someone. a shiver dances along her spine, being able to relate to something so heavily; and her curiosity got the best of her before she gathered his attention.

she lifts herself upright on the couch, sitting with her legs crossed and the blanket thrown over her lap haphazardly. earthly hues take in their surrounding, as if she was expecting someone to come around the corner, but then her gaze flits back onto him and the whiteness that seemed to flood his countenance as though he was worried. she takes the pen and the pad of paper that is on the coffee table and she scribbles onto the page: what's going on? when she is confident that he read the question, she scribbles it out and adds just beneath it: you can trust me.

@rottenache asked: ‘ it’s 4 in the morning, is everything ok? ‘ from odessa m.

𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝   𝚝𝚘   𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕   —   𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜.

Spirits' unintelligible whispering had dragged him out of his slumber, made him following it in hopes of understanding them more clearly. But for that to happen he'd have to open up his mind further, instead part of him was fighting it. Didn't want to know what they had to tell him. Suddenly a much more clear voice caught his brain attention and the trance like state he had been in abruptly lifted.

"Huh?" It was only then that he registered Odessa's presence. Brow slightly furrowed as he briefly gazed around, realizing what had happened. Maybe letting her have the couch for the night hadn't been the smartest idea, but it had been late and Evan really hadn't wanted her to having to go outside at that time. "Uh, yeah...Yeah, it is. I just — sleepwalk sometimes. Sorry." A white lie for now.

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"that is so far from the truth, wallace. it wasn't all just a lie."

⸻    “that's  it?  it  was  all  just  a  lie?”

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normal has never been a part of apollo's vocabulary; why would it? being genetically made in a test tube, a child soldier, and a trained assassin for most of his life seem to strip him the ability to bask in the warmth of simplicity that he often found other people seem desperate to break free from. since manticore has burned down, apollo has had to learn how to enjoy life, not just for others but selfishly, and he has grown to realize that he doesn't know what it means to yearn for himself, to ache for his own wants, to chase after something just because he felt like it. he had been hardened to be a perfect soldier, to own no individualizing traits that would harbor the ability to think for himself.

there's a barely there smile that seems to twitch against the corners of apollo's lips, as if he wants to smile bitterly at the notion that they need to learn how to find some semblance of normalcy. "and talk about how amazing the movie is and how it didn't need a sequel?" like real people do, apollo thinks to himself.

@rottenache asked: ‘ something next to normal would be okay. ‘ from apollo a.

𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝   𝚝𝚘   𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕   —   𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜.

Normal. He can't recall when anything ever felt truly normal to him, ever since his death sense had manifested. Granted, Evan still tried to go day by day as normal as he could, but it all only served the reason to avoid dealing with what he was, what he could do, avoiding to accept he was different after all.

"Like drinking beer, chilling on the couch and watching a movie?"

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i’m not dead, i was just slammed with the holiday season and then impulsively camped on the beach for several nights for the new years and have been trying to get life back in order at my place since my return. but i’m here and i miss yall and i wanna get better about reaching out to folks, staying in touch, etc. here’s to a wonderful 2025, yall!!!!!!

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TOM HOLLAND as PETER PARKER in Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)

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i hope everyone had a happy holidays!!!!! <3

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hal hates that she hurt him, selfishly wishes that they could forget her absence and move on and go back to the way that they used to ebb and flow around one another. the greedy hugs, the hungry kisses, the near almosts of what they could be; she yearns it. she craves it because she realizes in her separation that it's not the numbing ache of finding her mother that kept her going all these years, it was him. hal has never been good at the words thing, especially when it comes to someone she deeply cares about in it's rawest form. hal lowers her gaze down to her drink, mouth barely agape, realizing that she is putting herself in a vulnerable position, though she does not want to. not in a public setting; hell, she hates it when she is exposing herself even in her own apartment. but for jace, she wants to mend that wound that she cut deep in his heart, and crawl into his ribcage to stitch it back together. "i missed you.."

HE DOESN'T KNOW WHERE THEY STAND. he'd been used to this hot and cold game with hal. it hadn't mattered, not truly, in the long run. the world had ended and yet, he'd never felt more alive than with her at his side. she was a constant inside eden, even when she pushed him away. but he'd been a fool to think she wouldn't leave him like everyone else had. her absence had been a permanent ache in those first weeks until gradually it gave its way to numbness. and just as he was beginning to find his footing, there she was; back in his life like she'd never left and pulling the rug right under his legs.

his eyes don't leave his drink, focused on the amber tinted liquid inside the glass. jace hadn't asked what kind of alcohol it was. he wasn't at a point where he could afford to be picky. " what do you want, hal ? " he sighed, forcing himself to turn towards her, tone more bitter than he'd like. " i think you've made your stance pretty clear. "

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who is going to write with me the slow build up and tension whenever the muses are close to each other and the eventual lead to the kiss and they’re both touch starved and desperate and the kissing gets deeper and-

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adria arjona as bix caleen in ANDOR 1.01-1.03

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Madelyn Cline as Sarah Cameron OUTER BANKS — 1.05 'Midsummers'

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THINGS THAT APOLLO CAN DO: voice mimic. apollo can completely mimic the voice of someone within a moment's notice.

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No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

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Luke Grimes as Kayce Dutton Yellowstone — S2E05 "Touching Your Enemy"

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tell me pretty lies, look me in my face; tell me that you love me even though it's fucking fake.