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“Me?” Lili cooed, chin tilting just-so, her voice honey-sweet. Then, with zero warning and something that resembled a deranged theatre kid, she launched into a shrill, campy falsetto straight out of a technicolor fever dream: “I’m melting… Melting! Ohhhhhh, what a world, what a worrrrld!” Her wrists flopped like dying swans on valium, her mocktail sloshing dangerously close to tragedy, droplets launching skyward in arcs. She kicked her legs into the air - violently, absurdly - feet flapping like a fish left out of water. If anyone nearby had looked over, they might’ve assumed she was mid-exorcism.
Finally, as if nothing had happened (as if she hadn’t just reenacted a cinematic meltdown on a lounge chair), she took a delicate sip of what was left of her drink and turned toward the pool - that warzone of shrieking teens. “Tell you what,” she said, head tilted, expression beatific - like she was offering a blood pact. “I’ll get in… if you get in. Fair’s fair. I’m nothing if not democratic.”
There was a beat of silence where Lenny just stared at her, his mouth agape and eyebrows slightly raised. Almost as if he was genuinely trying to determine whether Lili had just genuinely been possessed or if he was currently experiencing heatstroke induced hallucinations.
“…The fuck was that?” he finally muttered, taking a long, necessary sip of whatever lurked in his cup. Still, he couldn’t quite bite back the laugh that snuck out around his mouth, almost unexpected. “You’re outta your goddamn mind," he said, not necessarily unkind - always just an observation.
The offer - deal? challenge? trap? - lingered in the air. “Alright, Congress,” he finished the last of his drink with a dramatic flourish, then dropped the empty cup onto the ground with no real regard for littering. They had... people for that, didn't they? “Let’s legislate.”
And then Lenny backed up a few paces like he was psyching himself up for a duel, and sprinted toward the pool with a sort of chaotic commitment. He cannonballed in, water exploding outward, dousing at least three kids and probably most of Liliana's lounge chair.
When he surfaced, he let out a gasp, hair plastered to his forehead. Lenny pointed at her with both hands like he was calling her bluff from the deep end. “Your move, Serrano.”
LOCATION : the serrano's backyard, a weekend cookout ! OPEN STARTER : uncapped.
The backyard reeked of chlorine and overcooked meat - the kind of summer stench that clung to the skin and made everything feel a little too sticky. Sprawled across a lounge chair like some sun-drunk statue, Liliana looked carved from decadence: legs elegantly crossed, a sweating virgin piña colada limp in one hand, sunglasses perched low on her nose so she could observe the chaos without being pulled into it. She wore something daring - obviously - barely held together by gold hardware and sheer audacity, her sun-warmed skin catching rays.
Somewhere behind her, the older folk were laughing too loud, their voices muddled with bourbon and barbecue, paper plates sagging under the weight of sides no one really wanted. In front of her, young teens circled the pool like mosquitoes in a hormone-fueled swarm - the entire scene resembling a live-action psa for birth control. “You gonna keep standing there,” she finally said, “or are you actually planning to get wet?” Her gaze slid to the figure lingering by the water’s edge, one brow arching lazily behind designer frames.
There was a sunburn already setting up camp across the bridge of Lenny's nose and shoulders as he squinted at the pool like it had personally done something to offend him. And, in a way? It had! Lenny hated the reminder - the reminder that nothing like this would ever be his. If he could have avoided it, he would, but free food? Being around a slew of people to con some money out of? Yeah, it was enticing.
One hand clutched a cup with something vaguely lime-colored and alcoholic inside, and the other was resting on his hip in a way that screamed: This is not my natural habitat.
“I was plannin' on getting wet,” he called back, tone dry as he looked back at Lili. Had Liliana Serrano ever spoken to him before today? “But then I saw the cloud of Love's Baby Soft hoverin' over the deep end and decided I value my lungs too much.”
“You always look like you’re about to be airlifted to Monaco,” said the man who couldn't tell you where Monaco was on a map as he wandered a few paces closer, toeing the edge of the pool like it might bite him. “Do you plan on gettin' in or you too chicken shit to find out you might melt?"
💋 , 🎞️ & 🔪 !
💋: if you knew your last kiss was tomorrow, who would you want it to be with?
"Oh, Jacoby-poo, pucka up!"
🎞: do you think you’re strong enough to kill?
"Why, I reckon. I sure as shit have shot animals. Can't imagine a human would be much different. Hypothetically. If I had to."
🔪: do you think it’s wrong that sheriff buddy is in jail for a crime he didn’t commit?
"People get locked up for doing shit they ain't did all the time. 'Sides, dude's a pig. I'm sure there's something he did to deserve it. As a wise person once said, fuck tha police!"
👾 🔥💀
👾: reveal one awful thing you think about someone close to you.
"I think Major's a bit of a dingus, but that's not exactly breakin' news,"
🔥: would you take the fall for someone else’s murder?
"I mean, probably. Local murderers, if you need someone to go to jail for you, find me in the yella pages. Will take the fall for murder for a good price."

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💀: be honest… do you want to bang an abignale? which one?
"What the fuck? You think I'm some kind'a freaky perv? Okay, fine, you got me! All I'm sayin' is if a certain tall blonde happened to wander out the forest and need some manly hero, I might know'a guy."
FEEL LIKE STIRRIN' SOMETHING UP?
Lot's been happenin' in Misty Mountain, as of late... Y'all got to come up with the questions last time, and this time I've come up with some of my own. Reblog this post to participate, and get to askin' your fellow Mountaineers the hard hitting questions... I've got a feelin' the inside of your heads are lookin' mighty dark as of late.
🎧: you haven't tried to leave town yet... who's the only person you'd do it for?
💋: if you knew your last kiss was tomorrow, who would you want it to be with?
😱: buck was a pretender... if you thought another one was walking around, who would it be?
🧣: who have you just wanted to strangle lately?
👖: the world is ending! who are you slipping out of your jeans for one last time?
🛒: what's the last meal you'd wanna cook for yourself?
💄: surprise, my kiss was poison! you have two minutes to live, but you finally got to kiss me... in your wildest dreams, who am i?
💍: fmk: buck, [blank], [blank]
👅: reveal one awful thing you thought about buck whitaker.
👾: reveal one awful thing you think about someone close to you.
🤨: reveal one awful thing about yourself.
🌶: have you ever gotten so mad you wanted to to kill someone? who?
🎞: do you think you're strong enough to kill?
🍸: what's the worst thing you've ever done while you're drunk?
✨: if someone offered you the chance to forget everything that's happened in the last few months, would you do it?
😡: tell me off like i'm someone you're mad at.
😬: imagine you knew buck would die that night at the water tower. would you have tried to save him?
😢: would you have shot bobby hugh?
😁: would you have shot lou or major?
👁️: what do you think you would see if you looked into the Man Eaters head?
🔪: do you think it's wrong that sheriff buddy is in jail for a crime he didn't commit?
🔥: would you take the fall for someone else's murder?
💀: be honest... do you want to bang an abignale? which one?
⚠️: if vesta asked you to shoot a gun, and lined up a "witch" in your crosshairs... would you pull the trigger?
😳: if you got a visit from calliope, what would you ask her?
FMK: marshall, major, sweets
This is becoming my favorite game. Next time, I think we should make it a little harder, though. Gonna have to fuck ole Sweetsy-boy, marry my main squeeze Major (stipulation being he has to front the groceries), and kill off Ritchie Rich.
FMK: drugs, sex, cannibalism
This seems a little too easy given all 'a the context. Fuck sex, duh. Marry drugs, duh. And kill cannibalism. Duh. Duh. Duh.
Well, well, well... It's been a little while since we got to have a little chat, huh? We're all just DYIN' (too soon?) to know what's on your minds over here, so - what do you say to pullin' up a chair, and havin' a good little bout of Front Porch Gossip? Some say it heals the soul!
Here's the deal! You're gonna reblog this post to participate - and then you're gonna grace any little nasty question that comes your way with an HONEST answer... or at least as honest as you can stand to be. And don't you forget to send some questions over for me and my lovely Cherie too - you know we can never resist a little gossip.

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You (2018), dir. Marcos Siega Season 1 Episode: Amour Fou
▸ 𝐈 𝐍 𝐓 𝐑 𝐎 𝐃 𝐔 𝐂 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 || this indecision’s bugging me. ▸ 𝐕 𝐈 𝐒 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 || should i cool it or should i blow. ▸ 𝐌 𝐔 𝐒 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 || so if you want me off your back. ▸ 𝐈 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐒 || well come on and let me know.