NOWHERE SPECIAL (2020) Dir. Uberto Pasolini

it's   the   way   i   started   my   indie   back   up   and   life   immediately   said   you've   got   so   much   shit   to   deal   with.   &&   bare   with   me   folks,   i'll   have   my   muses   up   and   start   writing   soonish   ......

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yeah a boyfriend sounds nice but a supreme enemy you can make out with sometimes in secret sounds a lot more hardcore

enemies to lovers except muse a has been pining over muse b from the moment they met, muse b is the only one insisting they’re actually enemies. 

♡ COOPER KOCH the kelly clarkson show

being told ‘I want you’ is fucking powerful

There is a sort of constant battle between the two of them to the degree that they are fighting, but they are taking care of one another. When the sugar goes on the cheek of Patrick, Art takes it off with his hand in a very nice gesture of kindness -- and very intimate, I would say. But at the same time, they are really tense. And I think it’s about being jealous of one another, but at the same time wanting one another.

Challengers (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

céleste’s smirk lingered, amusement flickering behind her gaze. he was quick. smooth. predictable in some ways, but in others? not at all. his confidence wasn’t new to her — the men she had been around in her life had lived and breathed it. but the way he wore it, like a second skin rather than something performative, that was what made him stand out compared to all the rest. "i will be impressed if you last the entire session without needing a break." a beat. her gaze swept over him, like she was already calculating his limits before they’d even started. “not to worry .. it is after all also my job to make sure you don’t push yourself too much. or at least not to a point where you never want to book another session. as he squared his shoulders, slipping back into his usual self-assured posture, she took a step back from the window. "coach?" she arched a brow, amusement playing at the corners of her lips. "i may not do pep talks and participation trophies. but let it be known, i’m not one to take it easy." she let the words settle between them, her gaze unwavering, "i train hard." her voice was calm, steady, but there was something else beneath it — a quiet challenge, an unspoken dare.  she reached for her phone to check the time. " but we’ll start easy. now, show me the way to the gym.." a deliberate pause, just long enough for him to register that she wasn’t actually planning to start easy at all. "unless, of course, you’d prefer to keep standing there, looking pretty, and wasting time." she tilted her head slightly. "your call, jameson."

insufferable. the word dripped from her lips like something honeyed, meant to stain, but he let it seep, wearing it like a second skin. it wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last, but coming from her? well. he almost wanted to hear it again. cerulean hues moved to where she’d set the bottle down, noting the control she seemed to possess with every small action she took. alec wondered how much of it was habit and how much was defense. either way, he wasn’t in a hurry to figure it out. "exhausting myself trying to impress people has never been my style," he replied lazily. "but placing my energy elsewhere? guess we’ll see how much of that energy i have left by the time you’re done with me." his smirk deepened, but there was an undercurrent beneath it. one part amusement, one part something else entirely. whatever game they were playing, she was keeping up, maybe even a step ahead, and that was rare. but for now, he reminded himself that she was here to work. he straightened his posture, stretching out his arms before rolling his shoulders back, his expression slipping back into something cocky, self-assured. "alright, coach," alec began, "are you going to keep staring at me, or are we starting this session?"

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two  weeks.  fourteen  days.  three  hundred  and  thirty-six  hours.  that’s  how  long  it’s  been  since  penny  last  saw  her.  since  she’s  heard  anything  real ,  anything  beyond  the  few  scattered  texts  that  did  nothing  to  quiet  the  constant  knot  in  her  stomach.  she’s  tried  to  keep  it  together — tried  to  throw  herself  into  work,   into  anything  that  might  keep  her  from  spiraling.  but  it’s  when  she  forgets  to  do  her  warm-ups  before  the  second  act ,  too  distracted  checking  her  phone ,  that  it  really  hits.  when  she  almost  misses  four  cues  in  a  single  performance ,  her  mind  anywhere  but  the  stage ,  that’s  when  she  knows — she  can’t  keep  pretending  she’s  fine.  she  has  to  call  again.  she’s  given  drew  space.  figured  there  was  a  reason  for  the  silence ,  something  she  shouldn’t  push.  but  that  reasoning  only  gets  her  so  far  when  it  feels  like  she’s  been  abandoned — like  she’s  been  led  to  believe  in  something ,  only  to  be  left  standing  alone.  when  she’d  knocked  on  drew’s  door  a  few  nights  ago ,  her  roommates  had  no  real  answers  for  her.  now ,  sitting  curled  up  on  her  couch,  her  phone  cold  and  useless  in  her  hands ,  she  gives  in.  again.  she  dials.  voicemail.  again.  "hey. i know i said i’d stop calling. and at this point , i get it — you don’t want to talk to me. you want nothing to do with me anymore , fine. but can you just — just give me a sign of life ? please ? i feel like you at least owe me that. just let me know that you’re okay. or if you’re not. just … please , drew. please." by  the  time  she  ends  the  call,  her  hands  are  shaking.  she  stares  at  her  phone  for  a  long  moment,  then  sets  it  down,  swallowing  against  the  lump  in  her  throat.