Hughie Campbell And Kimiko Miyashiro THE BOYS (2019–)

Ellie had been standing on the sidelines enough herself tonight, so when she saw Hannah also hovering at the edge of the dancefloor, looking uncomfortable and alone, she had immediately made her way over. Held out her hand, almost nervously, and asked the other to dance.

What Ellie wasn't expecting was Hannah's whispered pleading, her wide eyes and desperate expression. The very fact Hannah thought Ellie was cruel enough to play a prank on her almost made anger bubble up inside the girl.

But Ellie held her tongue, ignoring the hurt and instead offering a small yet genuine smile. " It's not a prank, I promise, " she insists, her own gaze leaving Hannah for a moment to glance around them. Checking that no one was daring to laugh.

" I just want to dance with my friend, forget about the outside world for a bit – and hey, if anyone tries to laugh or say anything, I'll punch them. Right in the nose! " Her tone is warm yet weighted – Ellie isn't bluffing. Any trouble would be met with five-foot-something of pure fury. Nobody messes with her friends.

" So? What do you say? Even if it's just one dance, it might be fun - and this is a good song. "

@fracturals ❛ may i have this dance? ❜ ( ellie )

Instantly, her eyes search the room for malicious smiles and giggling, widening in alarm while she finds none and returning to Ellie. Of course. Of course. Ellie is cool, too cool to actually be friendly. "Whatever this is, please don't," she whispers. Hannah wishes she could sound tough, menacing, but the thought of being mocked again makes her legs weaker than any infected could. "Please. I can't stand pranks." She doesn't get it yet, but she's assuming that dancing together is already weird as it is, but her doing it? Ellie's other friends will likely point fingers and laugh at how awkward she is.

"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

this is what happens when you get involved in things you don't understand!

why couldn't you just stay out of it?

now i'm the one who has to clean up your mess.

you messed up. now it's time to own it.

you ruined everything.

i'll never forgive you.

i fucked this up. i know that.

you can't just explain this one away!

it's over! it's done!

you're a fuck-up.

i thought i told you to stay out of the way.

i'm really disappointed in how you've acted.

you can do better than that.

everything is ruined, and it's all your fault.

i know i messed up, but i can explain.

i thought i could help.

that wasn't supposed to happen.

how could you?

what have you done!?

you were never supposed to be here!

i thought we agreed you'd stay out of it and let me handle everything?

now i have to start everything over again.

this took me weeks. you understand that, right?

you ruin everything you touch.

can't you just be normal for five minutes?

i knew it was you.

you just couldn't leave well enough alone.

i told you to stay inside!

i blame you for this.

i'm sorry i ruined this for you.

you weren't ready for this.

i'm not speaking to you yet.

you have the worst timing.

i'm so angry at you right now.

i break everything i touch.

stop fucking things up for us.

i was just trying to help.

i won't bother you again.

there's no fixing this.

it's due tomorrow. i have no time to redo it.

can you just let me handle things?

so much for keeping this a surprise.

now what am i gonna do?

good job, [name]. you ruined it.

i'll never forgive you for ruining this for me.

i didn't mean to mess this up.

this should have been your big day, and here i am, ruining everything.

i'm backing away.

just... just go.

don't speak. just leave.

we'll speak about this later.

don't explain yourself.

i could scream.

i need to be left alone.

you fucked this up.

i think i deserve an apology.

you've put me through hell.

Malia Baker as Chloe Charming in Descendants: The Rise of Red

does anyone else watch the rig or am i a lone soldier

Dark curls bounced as Layla strode into the coffee shop, an air of confidence that didn't match the way her stomach churned the whole journey there. She knew the risks of meeting with people outside of her contacts, people she didn't know let alone trusted. But a friend of sorts knew someone that was suited for her needs, and Layla couldn't exactly be picky right now.

Not when Marc had just up and left. Disappeared completely, turned off his phone and cut contact with both her and Duchamp. Layla could feel in her gut that something was wrong – and she wasn't going to stop searching for her husband. Not even after the divorce papers had arrived in her mail. At their home, of all places.

She easily spotted the man she was there to meet, but allowed her dark gaze to drift by him. Instead strode up to the counter, ordering some sweet syrupy latte from the friendly barista. When Layla finally sat down, it was with a steaming takeaway cup in her hands and a determined look on her face.

" I've been told you're good at finding people, " the words leave her mouth immediately, not caring for introductions or small talk. This was important. " And I've got someone who needs to be found. Interested? " She raises her eyebrows, taking a sip of her drink.

@fracturals

Frank sat alone at a small table in the corner of the bustling café, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee surrounding him. He absently stirred his drink, his eyes scanning the entrance for any sign of the person he was supposed to meet. Micro had hinted that this individual either held critical information or had a job for him, one that could potentially change everything. As he waited, an uneasy feeling crept in.

Frank was well aware of the risks involved; if the meeting felt off, he would leave without hesitation. He casually adjusted the collar of his jacket, feeling the reassuring weight of a knife in his pocket and another concealed in his boot. Typically, he wouldn't venture out without his gun, but he opted for the knives this time. They were more discreet and would allow for a quicker getaway if things turned sour.

He took a careful sip of his coffee, the warmth spreading through him, and watched patrons chatted and laughed, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension that sometimes filled the air. Frank’s instincts were sharp; he knew to trust them. He focused on the door, every passing moment stretching his anticipation, as he waited for whatever—or whoever—might come next.

THE WALKING DEAD 3.01 “Seed”

THE BEAR | 3.10 'Forever'

fighting the sleepies.... i must write

not being here is WHACK but my manager is a dick who keeps changing my work shifts with no warning / asking me to stay constantly for stupid reasons so i am ... exhausted

i miss you guys xoxo love you

Red Notice (2021) dir. Rawson Marshall Thurber