(: olleh

Reaching a hand over the quickly cooling sheets on Zoey's side of the bed, Rumi laughs, watching with fondness as Zoey darts out of their room completely naked, tangled hair swaying behind her with every hurried step. "You better not be writing about our sex life for your clients' lyrics!" "Ryu Rumi! I would never!" Zoey mock gasps from the other room before devolving into a fit of devilish cackling. Rolling her eyes, because Rumi knows that's a lie—she and every other citizen of South Korea had definitely heard the lyrics about being coloured with a purple scent and being spread across the sky—and Zoey has no qualms about using their intimate moments for inspiration, she turns over towards her nightstand and reaches out for her phone. One new message. She runs her thumbs over her screen and taps on Bobby's name only to feel the oxygen be sucked right out of her lungs. "Rumi?"

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zoemira

Fanfic: Showed you the madness (the dreams and the damage)

[source: this reddit post - they have additional sources linked]

Ivan Aivazovsky could paint glowing water. One of the GOATs for sure.

I wanted to draw them

Lucille Ball at bat, Julie Andrews catches, and Joe E. Brown plays umpire at the opening game of the Broadway baseball league in Central Park in 1961.

I’m not ruling it out, but probably not. Right now Zoey is too vulnerable/insecure to play that game anymore. If she looks into Celine’s big brown eyes and says “I want your pups” they both might start crying. And! It’s more narratively important for their next sex scene to be less focused on rut/breeding instincts and more focused on discovering they match each other’s freak in other worrying ways

And then you can’t even say shit about bc people start trying to put you in a jacket and shit. Like omg it’s so strict???

Maya Hawke and Victoria Pedretti as Bella and Elliot THE NON-ACTOR 2025 — dir. Eliza Callahan