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Elizabeth Olsen for ‘HIS THREE DAUGHTERS’ press.

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Candice Patton in THE FLASH S06E05

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yea, his filter washed down the drain years ago. he can only keep up with their little game for so long until wheels start to fall off. he laughs, shrugging up his shoulders as innocently as he could, but rae knows the truth. "give me a little more credit than that. probably just every other night." he looks back at her with a raised brow, mainly in disbelief that he broke her down far enough to even consider agreeing with him. "right. fuck that. i'm ordering it now before you even think about changing your mind. i'm just gonna... make an educated guess."

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she loved having his captivated attention. her movements deliberate as to keep his eyes locked solely on her. "sure you are sweetheart." it was supposed to be casual, no strings attached but the way ryder couldn’t look away from her made it difficult for her to distinguish her feelings. "not somewhere else to be but i know how your horny little mind works. i'd be wearing that outfit every night." when her words finally clicked in his head, a smirk tugged onto her lips. "ryder, check the labels of my clothes that are on your floor, click purchase, and make sure you get overnight shipping."

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JOSH HARTNETT as Wyatt Walker Ida Red (2021) dir. John Swab

this gifset was made for @hollandstrophyhusband to support a palestinian family. commission me for a gifset to help a child get medical care!

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here they go again; moods turned soured by the untimely presence of a person wanda has sworn off as dead meat. "girl, when are you gonna let this go..." wanda's already a few drinks in, so the question in itself just fuels the exasperation behind her sigh. this was supposed to be a night where gabi could just let loose & steer her mind elsewhere, but here she stands - downright repulsed. "would it make you feel better if i slapped him? 'cause you know i will."

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"well... fuck. they are here," gabriella cursed, turning to her friend with a huff. " - and barely even looking at me. i guess i'm not blonde and my boobs aren't big enough." in retrospect, the man she was crushing on was a total asshole, and she was sure that her friend was probably tired of hearing about it.

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trina's not totally surprised by him showing up, given by the deadpan that keeps her features drawn linear. part of her just wishes it didn't have to come about from her bringing someone else she could, unfortunately, care less about. "did it not dawn on you that it might be a little too late to change your mind?" yet she tries to keep up the act, shrugging nonchalantly as if she wouldn't be bothered by him making yet another swift exit. "that's up to you. it's not like i told them you ditched me or anything... i don't really gossip about us as much as you think."

"well, i changed my mind... that's why i'm here," asher grumbled softly. he was clearly jealous, and he hated being seen for that. asher had a bit of an ego, so jealousy wasn't something he ever wanted to show. "should i leave or whatever? they probably don't want me around."

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she's always been told she's too defensive, deflective. a soul ready to assume the worst out of any situation and any person. freddie's managed to crack that barricade of hers, but like the creature she is, el will always be suspicious to a point. she squints over at him, "uh-huh, and how do i know you just aren’t saying that to keep me in this… loop?" her finger circles around for emphasis. "fine, then. no break. but i still think you should consider coming with us. it’s the bahamas… can you really say no to that?"

it's feels haunting. he keeps wondering if he's afraid to lose her. like he'd kept her in limbo so long. fred feels like he's scrambling now. "it's because i don't want to lose you." he tells her. "i know you're coming back. i just wanted you to know before you left. i don't want to be a break."

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well, it’s working. he hasn’t moved an inch, hasn’t even put his shoes on yet. enzo’s always been a sucker for his sweet talking and it’s like elijah could make him forget what day of the week it is. which is dangerous. "i bet you do. you got that whole swindler vibe about you. makes it hard to show my hand with bribes." not really, he's teasing, but there must be some truth to it if enzo's still standing there. when elijah grabs him, his arms instinctively coil around his neck, fingers brushing along his neckline. "does it really look like i got a chance in jail? i'm more of a... love after lockup kinda guy."

"yeah, i'm trying to keep you right where i want you." elijah explains with a fond tug of his lips. the other's entirely endearing and the older man can't help himself. "you know i have the cops under my thumb." elijah doesn't hesitate to reach out for him. pulls him close with a handful of his shirt. "besides, i'd get you in. you might not like it but i would."

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matching freaks isn't the notion here, it's more like matching absurdity. andrea manages to break monse's self-pity streak with a laugh that makes her forehead curiously wrinkle. "is that one really fair? she was technically still a princess." eyes briefly grow more soft from the attention at her neck, the subtle shift in her girlfriend's words ring like music to her ears. "oh?" she grins, "so you've thought about it before too? i'm shocked." the gentle touch paired with the cool air greeting her back makes her spine tingle, head slightly turning to press her lips along the edge of andrea's jaw. "baby, there’s no way in hell we’re leaving here without that lace. you’re putting it on for me later when we get home."

" 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆  𝒊𝒇  you're  shrek  then  im  fiona  .  and  she  was  also  an  ogre  right  ?  "  she  hoped  for  her  sake  or  this  was  an  even  worst  analogy  than  before  "  either  way  it  flows  ,  it's  still  not  true  babe  .  "  she  said  matter  of  factly  ,  punctuating  her  words  with  a  soft  kiss  to  her  neck  .  "  though  if  we're  betting  on  favorites  ,  molina  -  quintero  wins  hands  down  ...  "  she  finally  moved  back  ,  a  mischievous  twinkle  in  her  eyes  ,  as  unzipped  the  back  of  the  dress  .  it  was  the  least  she  could  do  after  her  awful  analogies  .  "  there's  always  that  pink  lingerie  set  ,  we  saw  near  the  front  of  the  store  ...  "

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she baaack

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CLAUDIA DOUMIT as VICTORIA NEUMAN THE BOYS SEASON 4 (2019-) created by: Eric Kripke

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dreamstat + appearing whenever louis gets the ick

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sorry i tried to drink your blood i think you're cute

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"i know, i know. i figured we would be too busy mingling with everyone else to focus on one another, but..." she shrugs, because evidently that wasn't the case. she's been forcing her attention everywhere else but on him since the second she stepped foot inside. "it's not stupid, it probably just... wouldn't be my brightest idea." yea, exactly stupid. so she refrained, but now that they've found solitude, she can't help the way her eyes grow soft, latched onto his that challenges her desire to reach out for him. "one look, huh? i better grab those napkins and get back out there then."

she kept up appearances well, at least, keeping her mask of confusion in tact until they were alone. "helping would've been staying home like i told you to." but she's not entirely wrong that he's now put them in an even more precarious situation. "no, i don't think you'd do something so stupid." well.... he had for a moment, and now he feels guilty. "but it's too risky! you know how quickly things seem to.... ramp up between us. all it takes is one look, naomi."

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coffee black, a pinch of sugar: damien's favorite, it has his attention pinned to his cup until a distant voice makes his head turn. when he locks sight on who called out to him, he sure as hell can't believe who he sees. it's written all over his face with pinched brows and narrowed eyes, but the smile that forms negates the scrutiny. "gabriella? shit." he blinks a few times, an apparition of the past that's tangible and within a couple feet of his reach. "i'm not going crazy, am i? you look the same as i remember." like the magnetic in the room that could pull everyone's attention. he inches in closer, wrapping his arms around her in a hug, careful not to spill his coffee. "what are you doing back here? thought this place was growing too stale for you."

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gabriella didn't often return to her hometown, instead spending her days working constantly at a law firm hours away. things had changed, however, and life brought her right back to where she spent her early years. she had plans to open her own firm while also taking care of her grandmother who had gotten quite sick. despite the time that had passed, it seemed nothing had truly changed. the circumstances that had her back where she started weren't ideal, but she had to remain positive. after grabbing a coffee from her favorite spot, she noticed someone very familiar right outside. gabi didn't waste a second, quickly shuffling out of the coffee shop to greet them with an excited grin. "oh my god. is that you?" she gushed sweetly.