dumb and poetic

confidence - prolonged eye contact - appreciates instead of apologizing - active listening - shoulders back - micro reactions

"did you know that you are, like, the coolest person i have ever met?" her cheeks are flushed, and jimmy has consumed three too many yuenglings to be coherent. her usual shy nature has transformed into this greasy swamp creature that could not stop talking when she otherwise should have. "seriously, the first time i tried to talk to you, i fumbled the bag so hard...it's a wonder at all that you still were kind enough to talk to me after that. i always have felt like your charity project..."

"okay, now i know you've had too many of these," scolds amalia in a teasing tone of voice, grabbing the near empty bottle in front of jimmy, a regular at the restaurant that had grown into something more. best friends is what they'd called it more than once, but amalia was growing skeptical. the way jimmy looks at her now, tension blossomed in her chest, up close and personal with her heart. she pushes through it. "you're not a charity project, jim. you're kind, creative, honest... pretty." a pause. "but you did fumble that first order. what was it? coke and an egg with yolk?" she chuckles softly, now well versed in jimmy's usual order of coca-cola with a runny yolk.

"so what are you in for this time?" the conversation is merely a bridge, a way to greet them, as byron has his clipboard in front of him and the onboarding nurse has scribbled haphazard notes that outlies the general problem that they seem to be facing. but it's a familiar face, one that byron has become fond of, and he almost wishes that he was in a different profession so that it would be under different circumstances that he would be granted the opportunity to see them.

claire isn't the type to injure herself just for a glimpse at the cute er doctor, but she can't deny that her recurring visits trouble her much less than they should. when she sees byron heading for her little corner of the department, the redhead immediately perks up and brushes hair back from her face but tries to remain subtle in the movements. "a very prickly bookshelf," she replies with a short giggle. claire doesn't usually giggle. "it had a real problem with me hammering it. i don't think it understood its purpose," she adds, turning her palm over, a red line forming under the bandage. the truth of her injury is more complex, but she's not about to delve into it here. "you must think i'm a real clutz to keep showing up like this."

COURTNEY EATON as LOTTIE MATTHEWS YELLOWJACKETS — S3E2: Dislocation

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winter narrowed her eyes, arms crossing over her chest. paranoid? please. she wasn’t stupid, and she certainly wasn’t one of those overly trusting, doe-eyed girls who would just let things slide. hudson should've known better than to try and play her. the problem was, she actually liked him, and that was rare. that was annoying. "you would have to be an asshole,” she said with her brows lifted. "good thing that’s not outside the realm of possibility, huh?" she tilted her head, exuding pure, unimpressed judgment. "you know, if you're gonna lie to me, at least have the decency to look me in the eye while you do it."

hudson immediately concedes, dark hues lifting to look into her eyes. what scares him is that the action is completely involuntary, something he doesn't even think about it. realizes again just how deep in this he is, and it happened without him even noticing. "if you want to hurt my feelings, you'll need to get more creative than calling me an asshole. i'm not denying that." it's obvious denying anything isn't work, so he tries something else, leaning his upper body towards hers and holding her gaze. "i'm not faking anything with you, winter, that's the truth." at least it is now.

"is it working?" meeting someone's parents as a friend is one thing. it's another when she's a fucking fiancée. unfortunately, vaughn had a constant need to do good because she was always worried about her karma levels and then she shifted a little. when her friend needed a hand after a pretty brutal break up, she didn't think it would be this. "i don't think i have the natural galloway acting talent. are they... i mean, do they suspect anything?" she adjusted her t-shirt and then went to sit on the edge of the bed.

"careful, v. you're starting to seem more invested than i am," blair teases. "you're better at acting than you give yourself credit for. when you started talking about me leaving all the drawers in the kitchen open, you had me believing it." would it be easier to just admit that her engagement failed before blair could even introduce her ex-fiancé to the family? maybe for normal people, but not for blair. her family is cutthroat. there's no other way to say it. the bishop family doesn't fail at anything if they can help it, relationships included. "you looked totally in love. besides, i can tell my mom thinks you're hot, which automatically means she likes you," blair adds.

LAYLA KEATING-BAKER ALL AMERICAN | 7.04 "Face Off"

SOPHIE THATCHER as Iris in Companion 2025, dir. Drew Hancock

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“i am not taking that bait.” she tsked, smirking at the pair of shot glasses in front of her before she poured another round. “if you want to know if i like you, you have to ask me. straight up.” eli had been around him long enough to speak his language — to understand the ways he got information out of her. the redhead handed his over, eyes caught on their fingers as they brushed again. maybe drinking together after work wasn’t the best idea. still, she took the shot and peered up at charlie in the dim lighting. his words were a shock to her, but she did her best not to let it show. of course he always got laid. with his smug smile, and his mischievous eyes, charlie was just about everyone’s type. “how exactly do you do it? do you have a line that works for you?” eli asked nonchalantly, as though she was just wondering. but the look in her eyes said otherwise. she was suddenly desperate to know. “or do you just turn on the charm?”

"straight up? that's no fun," he pretends to scoff, but it's interrupted by a wide grin, giving him away. "and anyway, what makes you think i need to ask? i could already know the answer," he adds confidently, pointer finger lifting to purposefully brush the back of eli's knuckles as she hands off another shot. charlie can see they're playing a dangerous, especially for him given the need to keep a low profile. he isn't exactly a boy scout, and he likes it here. wants to stay. he really shouldn't be risking anything, and yet... "ah, i get it. you want to see the magic in action." tosses back the liquor with ease before nudging the glass back toward eli on the counter. "you just need to know what that person wants. i've always been good at reading people." raises his hand and brushes the same pointer finger down the side of eli's face, leaning further in until their legs are touching. "some people like the tension, the waiting. some people want to be touched right away," he speaks as his finger traces the curve of her jaw, the outline of her lower lip. "what do you think? would you call that charm?"

“in what fucking world does watching a speech get the blood pumping?” he followed after her, reaching for their usual snacks. the ones they never ate because they were too busy pretending they weren’t thinking about touching right up until the second that one of them broke. sometimes it took a little wine, and a few snacks, but most nights — especially recently — they were basically sober when they slept together. he laughed as he walked towards the living room, slumping into his usual seat as he grinned up at lola. “should i be playing the gettysburg address to get you off faster? let me know.”

"when you say it like that, i sound like such a loser." lola scoffs at him, feigning embarrassment, but the red in her cheeks has nothing to do with alcohol or banter. "what can i say? monologues really turn me on, especially when they're passionate or gritty. scary movies have the best ones, too. so maybe not the gettysburg address, but if you have any of patrick bateman's speeches memorizes, i'm all ears." part of her wants to rip his clothes off right now, but a bigger part enjoys this song and dance, their little ritual. the build-up. "besides, you don't have any problems getting me off," she says with pointed nonchalance, popping the cork and pouring them each a glass.

Nicole Wallace as Noah Culpa Tuya (2024)