JOHN LOGAN AND JULES LOGAN OFF CAMPUS | 1x02

low pressure. high chaos. very into asks, plotting, memes, and letting our muses ruin each other with slow burn or incidental connections that leave us both sobbing.

Mary Winchester in Nightmare Logic (14x05): Best of SPN Ladies [451/?]

CINDERELLA 2015, dir. Kenneth Branagh

Coyote Ugly (2000) Director: David McNally

ALLIE HAYES + Off Campus Season 1 Outfits

SINNERS 2025 — dir. Ryan Coogler

ALISON OLIVER as VENETIA CATTON SALTBURN (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell

This made his blood rush in a different way, though. "Are you sure this is all right?"

         “yes.  it  is  more  than  alright.”  elizabeth  whispered  softly,  keeping  her  hand  on  top  of  his  as  it  settled  on  her  waist.  she  guided  the  creature's  other  hand  to  rest  on  the  other  hip,  so  that  he  was  holding  her.  “your  hands  feel  wonderful.  i  only  wanted  to  see  what  they  would  feel  like.  does  that  sound  strange?”

"This is a neutral ground, my dear. I can't let you leave without an escort." He shook his head. "I may be the King of the Fae, but there are other beings in the realm not as neutral as We are..."

         “other  beings?”  ella  questioned  with  slight  worry  in  her  expression.  the  princess  was  still  unfamiliar  with  this  land  that  thor  ruled  over.  somehow  she  had  ended  up  there  via  a  portal  and  all  that  she  wanted  was  to  return  to  her  home.  back  to  kit.  “are  they  dangerous?”

“They were gonna kill her, Sarah. Cut her head open-” His voice cracked. “I couldn’t let it happen. I was selfish. I couldn’t lose her.”

        “dad,  c’mon.  no  one’s  even  tried.  we're  all  assuming  the  worst,  and  they're  doing  the  same  with  us.”  sarah  argued,  but  stopped  when  he  brought  up  what’d  they  tried  to  do  to  ellie.  they  probably  thought  it  was  for  the  greater  good.  “i  get  that.  and  it’s  horrible,  but  is  it  so  terrible  to  listen  to  their  reasoning?  instead  of  just  assuming  the  worst.  otherwise,  we’re  not  gonna  be  able  to  co-exist  and  …  i’m  afraid  of  what’s  gonna  happen  next.”

his eyes widened in surprise and then fell in grief. for he was certain that if she did not marry william, if she was not victor's companion, that he would never see her again. the very idea felt antithetical to his being, though he could not explain why to himself, let alone anyone else. "i... perhaps i could come with you." but even as he says it he knows it's a fool's dream. victor would never allow it.

        “you  do  not  have  to.  people  leave  one  another.  it  is  a  part  of  life.”  elizabeth  knew  that  the  creature  reacted  to  situations  similarly  to  a  child.  he  did  not  understand  that  he  could,  in  fact,  live  without  her.  without  any  of  them.  the  only  concern  was  if  he  would  be  safe  with  victor.  and  she  doubted  that  he  ever  would  be.  taking  his  hand,  “i  know  you  are  afraid.  but  you  mustn’t  fear  him.  that  is  what  he  wants.  in  order  to  control  you.  please  remember  that.  my  only  agenda  is  to  gift  you  an  option  to  escape  if  you  would  like.”

"tell me. what can i do? how may i pull you back? and let you breath? whatever it is, i will see it done." the desperation in his voice was true enough. in fact, it was the truest thing he had felt in a long time, for it felt like here was a wall between the two of them and try as he might, he could not reach her. it felt as if they were permanently separated and what could he do? what? "i am here. i am not going anywhere." he wasn't. and what she felt? he felt too, even if he had never been good enough at showing it before.

        “that  is  the  conundrum,  my  love.  i  do  not  know.  i  wish  there  was  something.  anything.”  agnes  sighed,  sweeping  matted  brown  locks  from  her  pale  face.  her  brows  knitted  together  at  his  words  and  she  chuckled  bitterly.  the  first  laugh  in  weeks.  “and  yet  i  wake  up  in  the  night  and  you  have  disappeared.  only  to  return  with  no  explanation.  you  are  not  here.  not  really.  the  terrible  thing  is  i  do  not  blame  you.  i  am  not  angry.  i  understand.  you  lost  him  too.”

"you should come into town more often, i often give a good show in the tavern." all depending on just how good the barkeep's latest barrel was. "don't be afraid to step on my feet, i'm sure you won't hurt them at all."

         “i  come  to  town  …  sometimes.  always  feel  as  if  everyone  is  staring  at  me.”  she  knew  that  they  were.  staring,  gossiping.  because  of  her  father  and  his  work.  the  unorthodox  way  that  they  lived.  her  love  of  books  and  being  unmarried.

        her  breath  hitched  subtly  when  jason  began  putting  his  things  away.  like  he  was  going  to  be  staying.  relief  washed  over  her,  but  she  didn't  allow  herself  to  settle  just  yet.  there  was  always  a  catch.  her  arms  looped  around  his  waist  immediately,  craving  the  closeness.  “that’s  a  start.  good  enough  for  now.”  ella  blinked  back  at  him  and  caressed  his  cheeks  with  the  pads  of  her  thumbs.  soothing  him.  “how  much  longer?  it’s  been  months.  i  can’t  keep  pretending  like  you’re  not  a  part  of  my  life.”

Don't blow a gasket. That's what his wife had said before she continued with her sentence. He groans, tilting his head back a bit. He stops the noise, and his head perks up when he hears that Tanner wrote his own name. "He wrote his name?" Frank tries not to sound too excited but does smile as he says it. "Oh, this is a tough one. On the one hand, we should be proud, but on the other hand he did bad. That stain is going to be hell to get out."

         “his  teacher  said  he  was  improving,  but  yeah,  i  was  surprised  too.  we  could  be  raising  an  ivy  league  bound  genius.”  abby  teased  and  plopped  down  on  the  couch  next  to  him.  she  let  out  a  soft  sigh,  feeling  the  exhaustion  from  taking  care  of  the  kids  all  day.  “maybe  we  can  macguyver  this  and  tell  him  how  proud  we  are,  but  that  he  can’t  mess  up  our  things  that  cost  money.  not  that  he'll  understand  the  power  of  a  dollar,  but  …  and  can  only  finger  paint  on  construction  paper  or  out  on  the  driveway.”  she  suggested.  “we  might  have  to  take  something  away.”