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public     ⭑     ella  rubin  in  until  dawn  (2025)     ━━━━      click  the  source  link  below  to  gain  access  to  #450  gifs.  all  of  the  gifs  were  made  by  me,  from  scratch,  including  sharpening  and  colouring.  i  ask  that  you  don't  redistribute,  add  to  hunts  or  claim  as  your  own.  additionally,  i'd  prefer  if  these  weren't  used  in  smut/taboo  threads  or  themes,  or  edited  in  any  way.  please  like/reblog  if  you  found  these  useful!

*     𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜.      (    💌    )      ·      227  gifs  of  taylor  russell  in  dr.  bird’s  advice  for  sad  poets  (2021) can  be  found  in  the  source  link  below.  all  of  these  gifs  were  made  by  me  from  scratch,  so  i  ask  that  you  don’t  redistribute,  add  to  hunts  or  claim  as  your  own.  additionally,  i’d  prefer  if  these  weren’t  used  in  smut/taboo  threads,  or  edited  in  anyway.  please  like  &  reblog  if  you  found  these  useful.

ꗃ      JI-YOUNG  YOO   IN   UNTIL   DAWN   (2025)      ·      click   below   to   gain   access   to   140   gifs.   she   is   of   korean  descent,   along   with   being   born   in   2000,   so   please   cast   accordingly   if   you   plan   on   using   these   gifs!   all   of   the   gifs   have   been   made   by   me   from   scratch,   so   feel   free   to   edit   them   for   whatever  (just  ask  me  first),   but   please   do   not   redistribute   or   claim   as   your   own.   like/reblog   if   you   intend   on   using   these!

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IT WAS NEARLY HALF PAST SIX, and the sun lingered in the sky; a small consolation for the otherwise miserable early spring weather. Leila sat at the far end of the table, a highlighter balanced between her thumb and index finger. A handful of flow charts were sprawled across the wood, various notes scrawled in the margins in handwriting that was only just legible. 

One diagram after another, the pages of her notes slowly started to blur at the edges, as if her brain was trying to shield itself from the onslaught. Leila leaned back in her chair just enough that it squeaked, eyes half-focused on a diagram she’d already traced three times without actually absorbing a single thing. 

Green eyes rose just beyond her book, to the source of her split focus. She looked over at Jo—half in awe that she was still there, rooted to the couch as if she belonged there, as if there wasn’t anywhere she needed to be. Surely she’d have gotten bored with the sighs and frustrated scribbling, the crinkle of paper as she discarded a chart and started over. But she stayed, and that was the part of the officer she was still trying to parse. 

Catching herself staring, she cleared her throat. “Right, I think my head is going to explode if I keep looking at this,” she admitted, exhaling a laugh that didn’t quite make it to relief.