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when actors i've loved for YEARS are finally The Moment

#b.arry k/eoghan e.lla p/urnell w.ill p/oulter d.an s/tevens a.ndrew s/cott #ooc: posts.

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Her: “i choke back”

Me:

#ch: otto ivarsson. #ch: archie jackson. #ch: lucas taylor. #ch: kian buckston. #tbt.

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DAVID CORENSWET & LUCY BOYNTON ↪ The Greatest Hits (2024) dir. Ned Benson

#ooc: wanted ships. #HOLY SHIT PLS

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my lil man

#i'd make ten andrews if they'd be loved on #ooc: posts.

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closed starter for @burninglovefms

"we - we really need to break up before i ruin your life."

#speaks: victoria newton. #burninglovefms #let me know if this doesn't work !

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closed starter for @whileurmine

"you might be the worst thing that's ever happened to me."

#whileurmine #speaks: fox sawyer. #let me know if this doesn't work!

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closed starter for @stunningdelights

"i think we need to put a stop to this now, don't you?"

#speaks: damian riggin. #stunningdelights

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closed starter for @missdcalls

based on: this

the lengths he'll go to to see his friends happy is unparalleled, but this might be a step too far, even for him. bear had never attempted to disguise his frustration with his best friend's fiance's best friend in front of his best friend - which was quite a mouthful to say, but he couldn't ever find it in him to use their name. his friend often opted to tease him over it, questioning as to whether there was any chance that there was an ulterior means to his frustration that wasn't deep, dark hatred. he always countered - a bit too boldly - that it was nothing but pure, unadulteratred hatred frustration. nothing more, nothing less. he's grumbling under his breath when he reaches his room and realises who his neighbour is. he forces a smile; lips pursed uncomfortably, as he throws them a glance. "hope you don't make too much noice," he jokes, without really joking - a glimmer in his eyes that exposes the earnest within his words.

#speaks: bear sawyer. #missdcalls #let me know if this doesn't work !

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closed starter for @persephonyed

based on: this

for the last few weeks, the tension that had built up between the pair of them had been palpable. at least, from his perspective. of course there's a strong possibility that devon's being delusional, which is one reason - of many, many, many reasons - as to why he hadn't ever mentioned it to anyone, least of all to her. still, has he finds himself breaths away from her, the wall mere inches away, he catches his breath and allows his gaze to speak volumes. to say, silently, all the thoughts that had been filling up his mind for the weeks, bordering on months that he'd known her. that he'd got to know her better. with a shaky breath, he takes another step closer, almost briding the gap between them, tempted to hold her firm against the wall behind her.

#speaks: devon riggin. #persephonyed

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closed starter for @honcymoonfades

based on: this

if she could get away with never moving again, she would in fact never move again. viola can say with confidence - a gift of which she'd been filled with - that she'd never felt like this for anyone else before. her world had been built upon deception and she'd been just fine with that, but they'd ignited a truth and authenticity within her that scared her, but that she was far too addicted to, just the same. eyes light up when she's in their general vicinity, and right now is no exception. with a fond smile, a signature smile that's reserved just for them, vi finds her arms wrapping around their neck, finding solace in their embrace. she knows she's let her crew down, but she doesn't care. she'd much rather be here with them, than making millions elsewhere. "so, are you going to dance with me or what?"

#speaks: viola cooper. #honcymoonfades #let me know if this doesn't work!

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closed starter for @kiillerqueen

based on: this

"why did you choose him?" the words fall within his drunken haze. laughter follows, but there's no humour to them. somehow, they'd found themselves both alone in the darkness, at the side of the host's house. his best friend, her partner, was out of it inside, dancing away with a myriad of different girls that he wouldn't even recognise in the morning. it frustrated him to no extent, how he had the best girl but mistreated her so badly. he takes along long, strong sip from his red solo cup, attempting to make it all the difficult for him to continue to bombard her with the true feelings he'd done so well to bite his tongue about, whilst knowing the liquid is only contributing to his stark, terrible honesty. "i'd treat you so much better than him..."

#speaks: karl ivarsson. #kiillerqueen #let me know if this doesn't work!

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closed starter for @atrickrtreat

when he spots his ex and her new beau, illogical panic sets in and oakley catches himself springing to the first attractive face he sees. "hey uh - i'm oakley. any chance you can pretend to know me like, really well for five minutes or so?" it's humiliating, really. if him from six months ago could see him now, he'd be so terrified by how hard and fast he'd fallen. "---swear i'll do anything you want me to do to make up for it?"

#speaks: oakley granger. #atrickrtreat #let me know if this doesn't work?

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closed starter for @enemylines

based on: this

he definitely shouldn't have swiped right on diana's friend, but it's practically in the kensington dna to do everything in the exact opposite way of how they should. amusement sparks against his expression when he gets the notification that they've matched with him, quick to throw them a message - even if they're a mere room, or two away.

[reggie (23:33): good evening, darling] [reggie (23:33): di snoring yet???]

amusement touches his lips, allowing the corners of his mouth to raise, for pearly whites to display themselves. anticipation has him buzzing, hopeful that they do read his message, and that they respond, and that tonight becomes a lot more exciting than it was starting to appear.

#speaks: reggie kensington. #enemylines #let me know if this doesn't work !

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closed starter for @caeruleums

based on: this

as she prepares herself for the first meeting with the other leader, anxiety mounts inside of her chest. staring at her reflection in the river. never in her wildest dreams had she anticipated leading anyone, but after her brother had opted out - she really felt as if she had no choice. leading her people to safety, to living the lives they so sorely deserved had become her prime motivation for surviving, for carrying on, in spite of all the fear and anxiety that threatened to rip her up from the inside out. breaking up her reflection, she covers her face in the water, trying to wake herself up, rid herself of the trepidation that hounds her. once done, she's reassuring her closest companions, before wandering towards the middle ground, the 'safe' zone that both groups had approved upon. her heart races still when the other comes into view, but she tries to disguise it, smile peaking at the corners of her mouth; eyes wide and focused, holding her hand out in a certain and firm welcome, "good afternoon...how're you doing today?" there's probably no time for niceities, but vicky wouldn't be vicky if she didn't at least try.

#speaks: victoria newton. #caeruleums #let me know if this doesn't work !

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closed starter for @hcneysckles

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"uh, hey-" a shy little smile lifts the corners of her mouth upward, almost incapable of looking them in the eye but trying her utmost. she has no idea who they are, but since her accident, they are the only person she finds herself wanting to be around. the only person she feels as though she can trust. perhaps it's bonkers, to arrive at their place of work when they'd probably, only just got her to the hospital to do the right thing, but that was enough to ignite a fondness for the stranger. they had to be a good person, nothing else made sense. "i'm sorry if this is weird, i looked you up on facebook. social media is pretty creepy," she laughs, though it tapers off awkwardly after a second or so, hand racing to rub her still wounded temple. "i just - wondered if we could talk for a bit, maybe?"

#hcneysckles #speaks: victoria newton. #let me know if this doesn't work !!

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closed starter @angclnumber

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their words knock her harder than she'd expected them to. then again, she hadn't ever seriously considered them saying anything to her, or even noticing her at all. brows furrow and fists clench by her sides, finding herself hit by a violent need to defend herself. so what if she's always by her best friend's side. so what if she is loyal to a fault. so what if - the fact was, and she knew it well enough, if it wasn't a problem, she wouldn't be so gravely offended by it. but she is tired, so very tired of living under somebody else's pedestal. "at least i'm not some basic hot asshole who's going to peak in their twenties." she murmurs with as much fire and fury as she can muster, anxiety looming in her chest the very moment the words have been expelled from her mouth.

#speaks: eleanor 'ellie' carter. #angclnumber #let me know if this doesn't work !

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closed starter for @dearxeden

based on: this + this

he's surprised he's survived this long. realises, at the end of the world, that it wasn't just everyone else that underestimated him. perhaps his quiet disposition - his natural ability to watch, uncover and learn would now be more useful than he'd ever given it credit. he only knows how many days he's been alone because of the tally chart that's been notched into the underground space he'd taken up residency within. leaving it only to try and scavenge for food, to breathe in air that he wasn't even sure was clear. the whole world had transformed in what felt like a blink of an eye, and here he was. he wasn't self-centered enough to believe he was the last survivor standing. but he knows it's been some time now, since he'd seen someone else. his breath hitches barely when he hears an unfamiliar sound. standing as still has he can, attempting to locate the source before the source locates him. he turns in haste, holding up the gun he held like it was the first time he'd ever even seen one, oceanic hues widening when he spots a face. a human face. "...what do you want?"

#speaks: ellis alexander. #dearxeden #let me know if this doesn't work !