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THE X-FILES | 6.02

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An important PSA to remember!

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These posts are cousins to me.

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"This," he murmurs, gesturing vaguely with both hands at the brick wall of the club behind them, "isn't my style."

Shaundi nods knowingly, circling to stand in front of him, a little closer than she has any reason to, reaching up to fix the flipped chain around his neck. Her eyes are fixed on that point when she watches his throat bob, swallowing anxiously. “Nah?” She hums, patting his shoulder and keeping her hands there. “What is your style, then? Brooding in the batcave?” Her grin is teasing, but not just for the sake of the joke. He tries to pretend he doesn’t notice.

Come and get your love, chapter 3

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SOME LIKE IT HOT 1959 | Billy Wilder

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Some Like It Hot (1959) dir. Billy Wilder

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PERSONA — 1966, dir. Ingmar Bergman

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I was nice about it on another site where other professionals i work with follow me but im so serious if you claim I used ai to make something there is a 90% chance I will physically attack you like a rabid raccoon. I'm talking biting and scratching and screeching and pouncing.

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Finally playing silent hill 2 and now all I can think about is silent hill 2...in my restless dreams, i see that town

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HE FROM ON HIGH RAVING EVERYMAN

STRANGER-IN-BATHROOM STAIRMASTER

disco elysium-inspired portraits, thoughts below

kendall — the boy prince with a crown of thorns, imprisoned at the top. he overlooks the city, painfully distant from it all. a reflection in broken glass haunts him; his father, the waiter, himself. shattered and bloodied and dripping onto him still. so high and so blue, a puzzle barely together. his gaze tells you he knows how pathetic he is.

connor — the relatable uber-rich. the eldest son, forgotten, overtaken by the background. his political ambitions are yet another hobby to fill a void; his ranch, his wine, his presidency. he is pastel, faded, swathed in republican red that even then is all vanity. sees himself in screens. he is blowing away in the wind.

roman — doing the dirty work in the dirty room. he's ready to sling over offers and quick wit but there is a childishness about him, like he's scrawled in crayon. something's off, something's wrong with him and you can't figure out what exactly. he lives within it, then: slimy and blood-hot and close. his eyes dart around. the trained dog that might just bite when he's nervous.

shiv — all that effort to go nowhere. a girl with a pearl earring: wealthy, intriguing, unknowable. can't be bothered to face you fully, but baring her back in the process. bathed in the lines of light that her father gives her in inches. she is doomed to be pushed, and to be helped back up, which might be worse than the falling. exuding something sharp, startling, hot pink: forever pinky.

and if you got here... THANKS 4 reading & looking

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chef with a silver earring

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Special Agent Denise Bryson, Drug Enforcement Agency, this is a very good friend of mine, Audrey Horne. Happy birthday, @starliteradio 🎈