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#𝙳𝙰𝚈𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁𝚂 ... actors hired on a daily basis and not on a long-term contract, usually only on set for a day or two. a low activity multi-muse focusing on muses with fleeting & fluctuating muse. CAMERA'S ROLLING! AAAND . . . ACTION! directed by felt (she/they, 25).
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SABRINA 1954 | dir. Billy Wilder
the first words that come tumbling out are matched with a shakiness to his voice, guilt and shame seeping out as he's been forced to answer for his behavior, " i didn't think, ser. " his eyes fall, unsure of how to make sense of the flurry of emotions that overcame him in the moment. feet digging into the dirt where he stands behind his knight, " you upset me. " he thinks, though it's obvious as even with all his ability to lie egg cannot hide adolescent emotions. they're overwhelming, not yet a thing he's entirely sure how to name. " i'm your squire, i should think you'd stand up for me against someone so wretched as he. "
shame chases them both and settles in dunk's stomach unpleasantly. egg is right, dunk hadn't stood up for the boy when he should have . . . and maybe he's right about all those things he said earlier, too. his mouth presses into a thin, embarrassed, line. “that lord meant us no good. he'd have thrown us both in the dungeons.” the words are just the wrong side of harsh, dunk running from the unpleasantness in his chest with his own reasoning for why he hadn't. dunk had promised egg clothes on his back and food in his belly. he can't do that from a lord's dungeon. he'd been protecting egg, or that's how he'd justified it in the moment. but then isn't a knight supposed to stand up for others? what kind of knight is he if he can't even stand up for the honor of his squire? shame isn't a new feeling to him. everywhere he's gone all his life people have looked down on him, laughed at him, and made him feel lesser—for being a hedge knight, for not understanding something correctly, for being too tall or too stupid, for just being a vulnerable boy who can be exploited—but rarely does the weight of any those comments feel heavy like the ones from egg. the words drag his shoulders down, curling dunk inward. “i'm sorry. y're a good squire and you're right — i should've stood up for you.”
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@squiree / dunk & egg ... “i didn't mean what i said before. i don't think those things about you.” !
dunk, admittedly, has been sulking. he sits on a rock, hunched over, cleaning his sword even though it really doesn't need it just to look busy. “could've fooled me...” he says to the rag in his hand and the sword on his lap. one more swipe before he stills his hand. “why d'you say them then? why say things you don't even mean?”
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hello everyone -- little update about me & my recent absence! we finished our super busy annual work week from hell, but then my boss almost immediately got sick and landed himself in the hospital ☹️ he is on the mend & doing better, but still out of commission for work! in the meantime i am the only worker left in charge of things for most days which has left me absolutely way too busy to even think about looking at the dash or replying to people right now. if i am slow at replying i promise it is NOT due to a lack of interest, but rather because of an abundance of busyness. i miss everyone so dearly and dream of you all 🪟🖐️ i hope you are all having lovely junes and will have even better julys!!
i've gained a handful of new followers in the past few days so just pushing this out there again. boss is still not better and my activity might as well be zero right now! i'm so sorry my loves!! as a reminder: please do not take my lack of activity right now as a lack of interest, i am VERY interested and even if i am not actively writing or plotting with you. if i am mutuals with you it is because i care about you and your muse and am happy to be following along and interested 💖💖 much love to everyone 💖💖
hello happy pride everybody! we are now in the month of the Big Annual Work Event for me so i will be even busier and harder to reach than usual probably as i work overtime every single day to prepare and then also deal with the entire nonstop week of the event itself im sorry for my absence & i love you all!! i am blowing everyone kisses and thinking fondly about everyone even if i don't manage to find the time/energy to reach out to you in a timely manner please know that i am always thinking about you all and wishing i could just quit my job to play barbies with you all ♡.ᐟ
EVERYONE'S A STAR (FULLY EVOLVED). writing prompts from the album everyone's a star (fully evolved) by 5 seconds of summer. contains references to drugs, alcohol, and suggestive dialogue. feel free to modify pronouns as needed.
that's the story we'll tell.
who made you the preacher?
baby, it's a dream.
you're something superior.
everything is better when i don't know what it means.
i feel invincible.
we can pause for now, i think i said enough.
hey, give me a sip of it.
it's one in the morning.
i said i love you, but i didn't really mean it.
i thought it, wrote about it.
good things come to those who wait.
okay, okay, okay, it's just not my day.
you're just uncomfortable being with somebody who's good for you.
she says it's just my nature, and she says it like i'll never change.
i've been thinking, do you miss me?
do you wanna kiss me?
this one's gonna leave a scar.
when i'm dead and gone, bury me in stardust.
now i only feel alive when you're looking at me.
please, just tell me it's alright.
tell me i'm your type.
everything i need's right here.
god, you make me feel alive.
i'm dying for a little bit of your affection.
i can't fall asleep, it's like i'm in a dream.
i know that new york makes you sick.
every bed is could without your body in it.
everywhere i go, my skin is crawling.
what if i can't close my eyes without you in my head?
i'm scared i'll never sleep again.
i was thinking this would never end.
i remember things only you would know.
i still feel the same.
your heart's beating different.
show me nothing's changed.
kiss me like you mean it.
you sound like me when you're drunk.
i picked you up off the street.
some lady screamed, 'jesus can save him'.
i don't want to go to sleep because i'm afraid of what i'll see.
i can't look you in the eyes because i'm afraid it looks like me.
wish i was somebody else.
nothing else helps.
i'm so goddamn sick of myself.
i can't look myself in the eyes.
where are you sleeping tonight?
i need you, i need you tonight.
please, stay.
you keep on saying that i gotta get my soul right.
i wanna get high, i wanna get drunk.
when you gonna grow up?
i wanna get fucked.
don't get me wrong, i know it's hard to love me.
chill, baby, chill.
i'm just late to the party.
i face regrets and plan revenge.
i'm on one hell of a dive.
don't you get sick of it, living in isolation?
i can tell you're lost.
this is everything i didn't know i wanted.
i know every light on your street. i could find my way over with my eyes closed.
i know every sound when you sleep.
watching you is the only thing that i know.
don't leave, i don't wanna start over.
are we telling the truth?
you don't ever have to worry.
hey, i'll find you.
i'm sorry that i took so long to get there.
"Everybody… everybody blames me for his death, don't they?" "I don't."
A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS | 1.06
like this post to plot with ladus i am thinking about ladus my everything ladus klaark
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EVERYBODY BECOME EXTREMELY INTERESTED IN MY LADUS KLAARK RIGHT NOW
I HAVE LED A TOOTHLESS LIFE, HE THOUGHT. A TOOTHLESS LIFE. I HAVE NEVER BITTEN INTO ANYTHING : ladus klaark & breaking free of the life that was destined for him ♡˚₊
catching up on this month's rocketeer issue and continuously pissed off about it for a) well all the lazy objectification of women in the big year of 2026 which while yes has been an element of rocketeer comics since its inception, is also something that other writers of his comics have subverted very well in the past and b) the also really extremely lazy and easily fixable continuity errors that don't need to be there and could be fixed without actually having to change any single part of the story at all if the writing staff or editorial actually bothered to pay attention or read other rocketeer issues even once
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theyre literally in love forever and ever you guys................................
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" i'm- " a frustrated groan interrupts, and her fist comes down on the metal of the walls hard. the pain is new, shooting in every direction in a way that she's not sure she's ever felt before in her life. tasha's been on fire, and even that didn't feel like this. but as the pain curls around her, squeezing, she spits out only a, " fine, " gritting her teeth, it's not an optimism, or a lie, that colors the tone of her voice, but something crossed between fact and determination. the ship tilts down, then suddenly and violently back up, bringing her eyes back to the fumbling pilot.
" come on ladus, eyes straight ahead. " she's not a teacher. far from it. she takes pride in her ability to lead, sure, but usually though her flyers already know how to fly. they fall into formation in the sky, they've flown with her for hundreds of hours. ladus . . . ladus is up there deciphering one button from the next. tasha slides down against the walls into a seated position. one boot shoves into the net too, something she hopes might tether her to the spot. eyes shutting as she increases the pressure on her own wound, her mind races trying to figure out the re approach. " it's easier than you think. " voice softening, even letting through the cracks in her voice, " put one foot up on the ledge, feel the ship. keep your hands locked on the yoke. don't pay attention to the warning lights. " it'll do them no good to keep running repairs, force ladus to split his attention. if they lose something, so be it. " come on, ladus. "
the space between natasha's "i'm" and "fine" lasts an eternity, everything slowing around him and breath held until he gets the confirmation of that fine from her. his brain conjures up a hundred scenarios in the interim -- he thinks of red spilling over fingers, gushing; mottled purple bruising and flayed open flesh; angry, fevered hot skin around the wound; hands pressing down against it with little use; shallow, labored breathing, and then breathing no more -- all his experience fighting being weaponized against him with too-real images of the blood and destruction that has surrounded his entire life superimposed onto natasha in the back. he grits his teeth and bares the experience and forces himself back to the situation in front of him, because what else is there to do?
the direct command from her helps. it's instinct, almost, to listen. his eyes snap forward. he relaxes imperceptibly at the sound and tone of her voice. he moves seamlessly through the instructions she gives like it's what he was born to do: his foot moves, the grip of his hands against the yoke eases up into something usable rather than strangling, his vision tunnels in on only what he needs to see.
he breathes. he follows orders.
some of the terror bleeds away. the ship evens out.
fine. he holds the single word like a promise. as long as she remains that way, then ladus can do the rest. there's no point in convincing himself that she's just another injured soldier that he needs to carry back to safety with him because he's good, but he's not that good. it would never work. not when his heart beats for her. instead he speaks his own promise and hopes that the tremble and terror and ache in his stomach like he's going to be sick is enough to get them out of this. “i've got you.” the words are ground out from behind his teeth and left in the air with no clear recipient. himself, the ship, her. it's a promise to them all—a commitment.
carefully he tips the yoke forward and (for once, finally, obediently) the ship dips down at an angle that ladus can actually control. he takes them underneath the worst of the debris field that's been slamming rocks and bits of space junk against their ship until everything smooths out. nothing feels any easier, but in the emptiness where the onslaught of rocks used to be, ladus shudders in one heaving breath and exhales forcefully. “i'm gonna get you home.”
somewhere between the front door and the one into the girls' room, ashley's shoes are abandoned. he's relieved. he parts with clem right in the doorway, assuring her he'll be in just after a couple of goodnights and bed checks. his hand slides down, staying till she's stridden too far from his reach. he can't take his eyes off her, even after he's spent the whole night doing just that.
sliding into the girls' room, he keeps true to his word -- bed checks go quick. a kiss for each head, an adjustment of the blankets, and then he's off to the next room to do the same for micah and sasha. he's rushing in and out, down the hall and to find his source of solace. " five heads in five beds, mrs. weyermann. all soundly sleeping. " he gives a tug to his sleeves, trying to roll them back down as he crosses over into the warmth of their bedroom. ashley's head perks up at the lack of response, or rather, the muffled one he's given. hand flying over his mouth, he tries to hold back the laugh.
@dayplayers, CLEM : “ ouch - ouch , help ! i can’t get my costume off ! ” shippy autumn memes
" oh dear, " the laugh tumbles just as soon as his mouth opens, " how- " he rushes to her side, trying to search for the problem, " how did this happen? " the one hair pin is just poking obviously in the air, her hair still in it, the fabric of her costume on it too. " let me, hey, shhh, let me- "
the feeling of being stuck, her dress tangled up over her head and pinning her arms, is overwhelming and scary in that instinctual sort of way that happens even occasionally for things as mundane as a piece of a halloween costume stuck over someone's head. her arms pin together by her side, trapped by the tight waist of her dress that she tried to tug over her head and the neck hole tangled up in her hair that she hasn't taken down yet.
“oh!” a breath of relief punches out of her now that he's here. as much as his voice used to irritate, now it soothes. he's laughing at her; but she'll be alright now. “i tried to-- it might not be unzipped all the way.” her shoulders had relaxed when her beloved walked in, and that bought a little more wiggle room just from the release of that stressed tension, but still not enough to pry herself free. “and now i can't.. oh please help.” her sounds are all muffled by the fabric bunched over her head and it's not an issue of breathing, but it is disorienting and moving back towards overwhelming and uncomfortable in her pinched up position. it's been five-ish minutes now since she's seen the face of her love. she kind of misses him.
