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F•R•I•E•N•D•S, The One with Phoebe’s Dad (S02E09)

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she knew he saw his success as a fluke, a twist of fate he didn’t deserve. but that wasn’t true — he had worked hard, even if he didn’t recognize it. hana's thoughts drifted back to when sebastian first started singing- how confident he was. back then, he seemed invincible, like nothing could shake his belief in himself. now, seeing him so uncertain, so guarded, it hurt. she missed that version of him. the one who didn’t question his place in the world. she remembered when he was the one that had to lift her up while she quietly doubted herself. now, the roles were reversed.

hana watches as he turns away from her. she feels a pang in her chest, a mix of helplessness and frustration, knowing that all she had said didn't stick. her heart lifted when he mentioned wanting to come back home. "you should." she says abruptly, the words slipping out before she can stop them. yes, coming back home meant he could reconnect with his family again, but it also meant that the two of them could make up for lost time, which is something she's wanted for awhile now. maybe they could bridge the distance that had grown between them. "going home sounds like a great idea. maybe being with your family will help you find some peace, even if it's just for a little while. plus, i know they want to see you, seb. they tell me how much they miss you all of the time. we all do."

one of the reasons sebastian had been keeping his distance from hana was because of how well she knew him. he could get away with being off with his family and team, but not with her. not when she’d seen him at his best and worst — and now, his rock bottom, but loved him anyway. he knew he could be honest with her, but whenever he tried, he felt guilty complaining about how hard his life was when he was supposed to be living his dream. he always admired how hard hana worked for what she wanted — his skill was based on pure luck and genetics. if he didn’t fit the mold as boy band material, he wouldn’t be in the position he was in now. luck was on his side, so who was he to complain? 

“it’s embarrassing, han.” his voice breaks unexpectedly, running a hand through his hair, turning away from the other. the only thing worse than rock bottom was rock bottom with hana pitying him. if he was going to break down in front of her, he wanted to have a plan for moving forward — so that he didn’t look completely helpless in front of the smartest person he knew. “i just need a break. i’ve been thinking about going home for the holidays.” he tested out how the idea felt coming out of his mouth, as though it didn’t just come to him. “my little sister is probably taller than me by now — it’s been so long.”

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Taron Egerton // Carry-On (2024) - How did you get involved? - I asked for a raise.

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jessica alexander ; joseph sinclair talks

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TARAYUMMY

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open to: m / f / nb. plot: olivia confronts the stranger who knows far too much about her past with the ghostface killer. she can't tell if the stranger is trustworthy or if they're just another threat.

"you seem to know a lot about me," she states, voice tinged with suspicion. six years had passed since the day charlie walker drove a knife through her multiple times. she was told it was a miracle she had survived. how could it be a miracle when she was still here, dealing with the aftermath every single day? her body aches with the memory of the attack even now. "if you expect me to engage, the least you can do is tell me who you are. and tell me why the hell you think i'd just talk to you like we’re old friends?"

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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

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"yes, you're defensive," she said, her tone calm but firm. she had known him for so long, long before the world ever did, yet in moments like this, she felt like a complete stranger. the way he kept his distance, assumed she was coming at him with an agenda — it was exhausting. wasn't it obvious? she wasn’t here to tear him down, to judge him, or to fix him. she was here because she cared. despite everything, he was still sebastian-- the boy she grew up with, the one person she ever trusted with every thought, secret, and fear of hers. hearing him finally vocalize the pain he had physically been carrying for so long hurt her.

it was one thing to see it in his demeanor, in the way his shoulders slumped or how his smile never quite reached his eyes, but to hear him admit it was a different kind of ache. "you think i haven't noticed how difficult it has been for you?" she questions abruptly, "i've watched the interviews, i've seen the paparazzi photos. i see the way you try to hide it, to act like everything’s fine, but i know you better than that." hana's voice was quieter now, her eyes desperately searching his. "there's nothing to be embarrassed about. you're human, seb. you don’t have to pretend everything’s okay just because people expect it from you. and you never have to pretend in front of me." she said quietly, taking a step closer. "i'm not happy. in fact, it breaks my heart to see you hurting and not being able to help like i used to."

“i’m defensive?” he repeated, blissfully unaware of how defensive he definitely sounded. hana was right about everything, but he was so stubborn that he’d only realize it later, after everything was said and done. if his words weren’t defensive enough, his guarded stance was the final nail in the coffin. with his arms crossed over his chest, sebastian stared down at the brunette with a hard look on his face. he’d been friends with hana so long, he knew no matter what they fought over, they’d always come back to one another. they’d had their fair share of disagreements, but nothing ever broke them. they were han and seb, for crying out loud. “things have been bad, okay, han? they’ve been shitty and i haven’t wanted to tell you about it because it’s embarrassing.” with a step towards her, sebastian dropped his arms, running a hand down his face. “i’m supposed to be happy with my fucking rockstar life, but i’m miserable. happy now?”

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carson laughs at her teasing, the sound warm and genuine as he leans against the doorframe, eyes gleaming with amusement. her kindness was new and surprising. after jumping from one artists band to the next, he was convinced that he'd never find a permanent home. every new group, every new stage, and every new dynamic always felt like a temporary fix. he's trying his best to stay hopeful. maybe this time it'll be different, he thinks to himself before stepping back, leaving her enough space to enter. "well, you're in luck then, you're talking to a guy who could never turn down a free meal." he quips, "what 'shitty reality show' are we watching tonight, hmm? love island?"

"uhhh, lucky guess?" octavia teases in response to carson's question, her mouth curving into a playful grin as her head tips back slightly to look up at him. she has a bag of burgers & fries clutched in her hand. she probably should've asked if he even likes them, but she figured there's no going wrong with a classic cheeseburger & fries. she wants to make a good first impression & she wants him to feel welcomed here, hence why she's hand delivering & not sending someone to do it for her. "i'd love to come in if you're offering." eyes light up at the idea & she nods. "there's some pretty shitty reality shows on right now. we could watch them and eat. i'm starving."

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open to: m / f / nb. plot: sunshine, the lead singer of an band she formed with her older brother, is trying to enjoy a rare moment of downtime with a close friend. however, the ever-present cameras from the reality show that has followed her family since childhood are never far behind.

sunny glances behind her shoulder briefly, catching a glimpse of the camera crew, who, although trying their best to be discreet, are clearly still hovering. her shoulders tense as she looks forward, trying to focus on the moment and be present with them. "i'm really sorry about all this. i know it's annoying," she admits, "i swear, it's not how i imagined today going. i know they're always here, but i didn't think it would get to the point where it's awkward just trying to hang out."

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BEABADOOBEE for British Vogue

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off to work soon! if you guys have open starters and would like some replies, give this post a like and i'll go through them later tonight when i'm home :)

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nothing will change. she knew back then that he couldn't keep that promise to her, but still, she stuck by him. a small part of her clinging onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, he would prove her wrong. but when his popularity skyrocketed almost immediately after that show ended years ago, she knew. hana’s eyes flickered with frustration, her hands clenched at her sides as she stood in front of him. she knows that she's been busy with her own life, focused on her skating, but that doesn’t mean she’s forgotten about him. "you're right, i haven't been checking in on you lately. and you want to know why? because anytime i do, you get defensive. i try to ask how you're doing, and all i get is the same cold answer, or worse—nothing at all. it's like you think i'm attacking you for no reason." she took a deep breath, her voice softening slightly. "you stopped letting me in, seb. how can i be there if you won't let me?"

hana’s words didn’t hit sebastian as hard as they should have, because he was acutely aware of each trait she listed. he knew he’d been a bad friend lately, but he couldn’t get out of his own way long enough to fix things. when he was scouted to audition for x-factor, he swore to hana that nothing would change. a decade later, as he sat on her unfamiliar bed, everything had. it should hurt him to hear that she’s fed up with him, but her words fall on numb ears. “the point is that we’re best friends, han. it’s not like you’ve checked in on me lately.” voice comes out raspy, as though he’s forgotten how to use his words. “have you considered that there might be something going on with me, too? that if i’m always in a terrible mood and i’m unbearable to be around, maybe i’ve got shit going on as well?”

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the frustration in the other's eyes hits too close to home. i get it, jack thinks, clenching his jaw. he remembers his own struggles with anger, the way it used to consume him when he was younger. his hands curl into fists, and for a split second, he’s back in high school, fighting his way through every misunderstanding. he's matured a lot since then, but there was a time when he thought he'd never outgrow that anger and that it would always control him.

he steps closer, trying to keep his voice calm. he’s not just trying to solve a problem, but reach out to the person sitting before him. "i don't need you to stop, mountebank, i need you to breathe." jack says quietly. "if you keep bottling things up, it will all spill over eventually— just like it did today. trust me, i've been there." he pauses for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in. "you need to talk to someone, man. if not me, then a professional, maybe?"

a defeated whine can be heard from the smaller . frustrated , vexed , and overwhelmed — he frowns . he can fell jack's confused . he's not going to explain . he just has a lot going on in his head —- with his head . he's also ninety - nine percent positive that jack doesn't know the extent of it . talbot has a hard time processing emotions . particularly : anger . he tends to black out when it happens . guess he's just scared he doesn't have the self - control needed to do this ﹠ it's going to cost him .

“ no , no , no —- ” he frowns ﹠ holds onto his head like it hurts . somehow , jack just misses the mark for pissing talbot off . looks like that only leaves him anxious . whatever . he sits down like he's told . “ you don't get it , man . i can't — i can't stop . i just get so mad , ” he pauses , ashamed to admit it . “ i'm trying everything , i swear ... ”

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i'll do anything i owe tomorrow, once i get the chance! <3

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you seriously think i could've done something like that ? / from keegan to lucy

lucy sits across from him, her eyes scanning the pages of a book she wasn’t really reading. she could feel the weight of keegan’s presence across from her, his restless energy was palpable. the girl wasn’t sure what he was referring to, but could only assume someone had claimed to hear her say something about him that wasn't true and told him about it. she put the book down slowly, her hands clasped tightly together in her lap as she met his gaze. “what do you mean? what is it that you think i supposedly said you’ve done?” she asked carefully.

the dusty toy box, @caelestiigne.

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[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house / from octavia to carson

"octavia, hey…" carson begins, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, an old habit he can't seem to break. the boy hadn’t been expecting any visitors, certainly not someone like her—someone he thought was far too important to be showing up at his door. so when he sees her standing there, holding out a bag of fast food, a wave of nervousness washes over him. "how did you know what room i was staying in?" he questions mindlessly. her management provided you this hotel room, doofus. "never mind, that's a stupid question. uh... did you want to come in? or were you just dropping these off?"

ordinary things that feel intimate, @caelestiigne.