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when you gotta be a good big brother but you also wanna know the tea😂

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“And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, ‘Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.’”

— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You 

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[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

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Victor <33 it's almost been a year since I've read vicious and it's still my top favorite book ever, like it's just so good (also 919839792th reminder to read it) anyway, got bored and decided to a little scene because why not. um yeah, characters all go to @veschwab !!

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eddie horniman + glasses

THE GENTLEMEN (2024-2024), created by Guy Richie

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do u take constructive criticism

i only take cash or credit 

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I suppose that the main pressure just comes from wanting the fans to, you know, not hate our show. I just hope that people care in the same way they cared about Game of Thrones or the way that they care about any show, like, how I feel about GOT or Succession. I can’t help but feel so invested in these characters. So, if cousin Greg from Succession is having a bad day, it stresses me out, and I kind of hope that we have our own cousin Greg on this show! — FABIEN FRANKEL

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*avoids even people I love w all my heart*

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Bill Skarsgård as Dane → Naked Singularity (2021).

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MAX MITCHELL WILD CARDS S2 PROMO

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me: i hate drama im gonna stay out of it :/

someone: guess what happened

me: WHAT HAPPENED BITCH 👀🕵👂🏻📝☕️

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a deep sigh falls out of alex's lips. shaking his head, a heaviness overwhelms his heart making it sink down to his stomach. being regarded at such degree is different. nothing new when it comes to poppy. except in smaller things, not something as big as bringing a new human into the world. it proves difficult not to feel touched by the gesture and even more impossible not to hate himself for it.

"you're not stupid." tears start to gather and cloud his vision. head turns away from her, a hand lifts to wipe away the droplets that threaten to fall. why couldn't he just swallow down the fear in that moment? he couldn't control his emotions, not when it came to poppy. when the tears had started to fall, it had been too late to play it off. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to scare you. i'm just worried, okay? i don't want to lose anyone else, especially not you." he grips the edge of the counter, knuckles turn white. alex hangs his head, taking a deep breath before turning to her. "i know you do. you take care of me, you always have." all the times sarah broke his heart, she would always be there to patch it up together.

"do you think i would judge you for that? things didn't work out with trey, so fucking what?" perhaps he says that with a bit too much zeal. a look of disbelief falls over his features, in the way she thinks too highly of him. "yes, i do. i've made several mistakes." if she wanted, alex would list them. "i hurt you by cutting you out these past months because what happened in italy reminded me of how different we are." maybe sarah is right, maybe he is too boring. definitely not as exciting or adventurous enough to fit poppy's life.

poppy doesn't look up, even when alex touches her, not when he promises he isn't going anywhere. because it's the jab that sticks. she makes the tiniest movement, pulling herself away just enough for the feeling of alex's hand to no longer linger on her skin. "did it ever occur to you that i felt…" don't go there, poppy, her brain warns. don't say something you can't take back. but at this point, did it matter? their relationship was going to change no matter what.

be honest with me. the words come back, echoing from alex like the counterpoint to what her mind says is wrong. "that i felt stupid? for having this happen? that i was scared of you being scared?" tears form again within her eyes as she finally meets alex's gaze. "you don't know what seeing you like that in italy did to me." which is her fault, she realizes. poppy never told alex how upset his feelings made her, how she'd wanted to spend the rest of that trip with him and only him; making sure he was okay. but it wasn't her place. "you always want to protect me and alex, i love you for that. but i feel the same way, too. more than you know."

she knows it's too late. by all accounts, alex will have to let her go in order to make room for sarah in a way his wife deserves. poppy can't be the priority, and her child can't be it either.

"my not telling you is about my own ego. i'm not with trey. he wasn't the one. he wasn't necessarily the right person to have a kid with either, but here i am. and you're still you." her arms extend outward, gesturing to alex in all his glory. "you don't make dumb choices that hurt other people." other than marrying sarah, that is. "and i hate myself because i'm tired of being someone who always does."

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His hair here

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hazel irises warily follow the bishop to the door and only after he has left the vicinity does joaquin breathe. a hand rests atop his chest, eyes close, taking steady breaths. once regaining composure, the priest looks to inés and quirks an eyebrow in reaction to her jest. while this is no laughing matter, a quiet chuckle falls from his lips. "i have a feeling he had been expecting that, judging by the way that he was looking at you." after working closely with the elder for as long as he has, it has become easy to decipher certain microexpressions that say something different than what the words that come out of his mouth do. "he's not fully convinced you're on our side. i can tell." although the vampire's words are reassuring, he holds her gaze doubtfully. "espero que tengas razón." as she closes the space between them and her lips brush against his cheek, he feels a warm feeling in his stomach. it's not the vampire who is burning by the touch of holiness. a sensation so powerful, he turns his head away and murmurs, "please, go—i have to get ready for tonight."

"no pasará nada malo. puedes confiar en nosotros," inés is quick to reply. the sooner they could qualm the bishop's fears, the less dangerous it would be for her. "sé que me fui, pero este lugar sigue siendo mi hogar." she looks back to joaquin as she says it, wanting him to understand the truth in her statement more than the older man. but for both of them, it seems to be enough. at least for now. the bishop takes his leave, noting more duties to attend to; shaking joaquin's hand before placing a kiss to inés' forehead in farewell. she makes a point to smile, to look directly in his eyes as he goes. "look," the vampire starts, watching as joaquin quickly turns to her. "he kissed me and the demon within did not burst into flames," she whispers, teasingly. by then the light in the room had changed, the summer sun casting a golden hue through the stained glass windows. the rehearsal dinner would begin in a few short hours. "i should go." she hasn't laid eyes on her father's ranch in quite some time, wondering if she might slip in and use one of her mother's forgotten dresses. "te veré más tarde, ¿sí? no entres en pánico, joaquin. todo estará bien." if nothing else, inés is a new kind of security the town isn't aware it has. she would sense danger long before any human would. she moves to joaquin and kisses his cheek. as if the touch of her lips to his skin would be a seal of safety for them both.

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despite the stark difference in height and size, trystan withdraws in the manner of an elephant facing a mouse. evie is a riveting and buoyant force. overwhelming in a good way. he straightens his posture, concealing the nervousness by putting on his usual intimidating mug. an attempt that proves futile once her hand lands on his forehead. a searing feeling courses throughout his anatomy. face muscles strain, striving to hold the menacing expression on his face. however, upon seeing the look of genuine concern on his assistant's face, he forfeits. how can someone like her care so much for someone as vile as him? dark brows furrow as the question crosses his mind. as their gazes meet, the villain clenches his jaw, "i came here to..." he swallows thickly, onyx hues pull away from her wide eyed gaze to the ceiling before meeting it again, "i came here to ask if you, evie sage, would do me the honor of accepting a date with—me." the color returns to his face in the shade of a bright, red tomato. cheeks burn and breath is held. think of something cold. think of something cold. before she can answer, he chastises himself and shuts his eyes. "this is a bad idea." perhaps tatianna can brew a potion that will make them BOTH forget this ever happened?

evie doesn't bother to turn when her boss notes the shade in which she often paints her lips. instead she smirks, chuckling to herself until he agrees with her. then she stands, finished with her primping and ready to head downstairs so she can perform the same tasks she does every day. she checks the watch on her wrist, noting they'll both be almost ten minutes early. "are you okay?" evie asks, putting herself within trystan's orbit. noting the slight step back he takes when she does. "you almost look pale." and he never was quite himself until he had his morning brew. the back of her hand reaches to touch his forehead, unable to notice a difference in his temperature. but when evie pulls away, it's then that they both catch each other staring. her heartbeat suddenly grows erratic. they haven't been this close in a decent while. his name is like a whisper as she says it, "trystan, why did you come here?"

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at amara's request, silas retracts his magic. he nods in agreement, unsure how much time they have left with their enemy. the damage has already been inflicted. mere seconds away from turning into a bag of organs and blood, the stranger still has the strength to complain. "what?" bright hues rip away from dark ones, aiming a muddled expression at the man. "no, that can't be! they banished and exiled us as punishment. to protect themselves from the spirits' fury." had their suffering been in vain? it only makes him more furious. a fire ignites in the pit of his stomach, rising up to his throat, leaving a taste as bitter as bile. he releases his ire and singes the wizard's brains. maintaining amara in the safety of his arms, he stares at the other wide eyed before looking at her. eyes close tightly in reaction to the descendant's final words. the sound of footsteps approaching is heard in the distance. armed militia without a doubt. he reaches to hold her face between his hands, "amara, listen to me, you need to show no mercy." there's a rare shake in his voice, fear. "they will kill you and i can't let that happen. i won't." catching his breath to add, "i can't lose you again." he gives her a soft, trembling kiss on the lips. when a pair of uniformed men round the corner, he turns to face them. with a flick of a wrist, he breaks the neck of one whilst controlling the other's mind to fire his weapon on the men coming up behind him.

amara nearly flings herself into silas' arms when the man releases her. she listens to the sound of his heart, letting it steady her even as the whimpers turn into screams. "don't kill him," she warns, pulling back, her hands moving to hold either side of his face. "we should get information from him." it was now obvious that there are those out there who were still angry with them, or with silas. they needed to know who and how many. "i'm a descendant!" the soldier yells. "the coven fell apart after you. most of my family was killed for their magic!" amara and silas look to each other, curious about the details without enough time to question them. the rest of the soldiers caught sight of it all, began to run towards them with guns raised. silas would put them down without a second thought. if they shot at them and saw their lack of dying, warning bells would sound. they couldn't be held captive again. "fry his brain." the statement is deadpanned, matter of fact, as it comes from amara. they couldn't risk the man telling anyone what they are; that their magic still exists, and so do they. but before silas does, the soldier speaks, "now that she's awake, they'll know. they'll come for you," he says as the blood pours from his eyes. he looks between the couple, giving enough of his own knowledge to secure a quicker death. to elicit mercy. "they knew if you ever rose again, you would find her. there's a tracking spell on amara." the man fell at their feet, his last words causing a chill to run down their spines, "they're already on their way."