can charlie come out and play

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For those of you who play Don’t Starve on iOS devices, there’s a new mode called the “No Sweat” mode that makes the game more compromising! I’m not sure what that statue next to Maxwell is, since I haven’t died yet, but if I had to guess, I’d venture to guess that it’s some kind of eternal meat effigy. From what I’ve played (and what I’ve checked in the world customization settings), it seems that:

-Nighttime still exists, but it doesn’t get pitch black, and Charlie doesn’t come out to bite

-You take less damage (might’ve been the night armor, but when I got hit by the clockwork knight [without armor], I only lost 20 health as opposed to the usual 40)

-Shadow Creatures don’t spawn when your sanity is too low (speculation based on world customization settings)

-Your health doesn’t drain when your hunger reaches 0 (again, speculation based on world customization settings)

I’ll keep playing around with it and see what else I can find.

Also. I posted this because everyone has to see how adorable Wilson is in that art. Look at him. He’s just sitting there with the butterflies and flowers. A peaceful boy!

‘That Quidditch Cup’ll have our name on it this year,’ said Wood happily as they trudged back up to the castle. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if you turn out better than Charlie Weasley, and he could have played for England if he hadn’t gone off chasing dragons.’
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Sorcerers Stone, chapter 10

Can you imagine Charlie reading in one of his letters from home that Ginny has been practicing quidditch plays nearly every day? How, the moment she’s done with her lessons, Ginny is out the door and borrowing his brothers’ the old brooms in the shed? Not only that, but she’s good. Shockingly good for her age.

So Charlie starts writing her. Letters telling Ginny about the dragons in Romania and occasionally dropping hits in how to balance better or pull out of a risky dive. When his parents and Ginny come to visit him that Christmas he gives her his old copy of Quidditch Through The Ages for her gift. Molly scrunches her nose as Ginny reads hungrily, asking him about with the notes and doodles he’d scribbled into the margins from his time as the Gryffindor seeker and the team captain. And when they get home Ginny practices even harder, until the blisters on her hands turn to calluses

Then years later when she earns a spot on the Gryffindor team as chaser Charlie demands a play-by-play of every game. Between her, Ron, and the twins he jokes with the other wizards and witches at the dragon sanctuary that he almost has a full quidditch team.

When the war is over Charlie gets an excited letter from Harry explaining that the Holyhead Harpies are trying to recruit her. Halfway through the letter he whoops with joy and announces to anyone that will listen that Ginny will be the next Gwenog Jones. Whenever the Harpies have a game Charlie checks and double checks that a wizard wireless nearby to hear the game.

Not even the dragons are enough to shut him up when his baby sister is mentioned scoring a goal (although several disgruntled dragons try).

Charlie and Ginny talking quidditch whenever there’s a family meal and he’s in attendance, even after she retires as a professional athlete. Because Charlie’s joy and excitement in regards to Ginny’s success as a quidditch player is second only to Harry.

100 Kinks List

Hi guys! I’ve seen lists like this going around before and used this one as a base to come up with something I hope will be a fun and long project. I’ll work on these randomly and post them whenever but I’m having fun creating stuff for spnkinkbingo (August is going to get smutty, fair warning) and I’d like to try more. They’ll all be tagged “100 kinks list” so you can blacklist in case it’s not your thing.

If it is your thing, all I need is for ya’ll to send me in a pairing of who you’re interested in seeing for these. It can be reader insert or a ship (check out my FAQ page if you’ve never requested before). Each prompt maxes at two. 

An example ask and the list is below the cut. Send in your pairings and enjoy!

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Hide and Seek

“Oi, Y/L/N.” Michael shouts as he enters the room, sauntering over to you with confidence in his step.

“What do you want now Gray?” You ask flirtatiously, flicking your eyes up from the book to meet his for only a second.

“What are you doing tonight?” He’s stopped next to you, leaning back against the table cooly with his hands in his pockets.

“I don’t know, what’d you have in mind?” You hum, looking up at him with admiration as your head’s in your hand.

“Tommy asked me to watch Charlie.”

“You? Isn’t that what the maids are for?”

“Yeah well after the whole kidnapping he doesn’t really trust Charlie with anyone but family.”

“What are you trying to get at Gray?”

“Would you want to help me? I’m no good with kids but I told him I’d look after Charlie anyways.” He rambles as you get up from your seat so your close to him.

You cock an eyebrow at him. “Are you saying you think of me as family?”

“And so what if I am?” He says, looking down at you.

“Well then… I’d say I’m in.” You say giving him a pat to the chest, steadying yourself as you lean up to kiss him. “Pick me up after work.”

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Charlie Charlie, are you there?

“It was a few years ago. The Charlie Charlie Challenge was pretty popular, and of course my friends and I wanted to try it. It was pretty late, I want to say about midnight. My two friends and I were all sleeping over my one friend’s house. I’ll call her Eliza, and my other friend I’ll call Amy. 

So Amy and I were sleeping over Eliza’s house, and we decided to do the Charlie Charlie Challenge. So we snuck downstairs to the basement with two pencils and a piece of paper. We sat at this old table in her basement, and sat in the chairs. We set up the game, and finally balanced the pencils.

“Charlie, Charlie, are you there?” I asked.

Nothing.

Of course we didn’t expect anything. Amy jokingly went “Charlie Charlie, come out to fucking play.”

After that, the chair that was vacant next to us flipped over. We freaked out.

“Charlie, Charlie, can we leave?”

The pencil moved to no. I forced it to yes, and I tore up the paper and broke the pencils. 

We ran upstairs, locking the basement door. I opened the door and threw the broken pencils and ripped up paper shreds outside. We locked all the doors. We ran back upstairs to Eliza’s room and stayed in there. We locked the door, and turned on all the lights. We could not sleep. I got about an hour of sleep that night.

The next day, we went downstairs and her dad yelled. Apparently, the basement was trashed. The chairs we sat in were flung across the room, the coal bucket downstairs was tipped over, coal spilled everywhere. It was atrocious. We tried to convince him we didn’t mess it up, but he didn’t believe us, since there was no one in the house besides us. So we had to clean up downstairs and while we were down there, we all felt very strange. Like a negative feeling was in the air.

I don’t know what the hell happened, if we actually managed to summon ‘Charlie.’The lesson here is, don’t ever fuck with demons. Even if it seems as innocent as two pencils and a piece of paper.”

By: Anonymous

Reasons Why They Won’t Kill Off Steve Harrington So Let’s Stop Talking About It

I told you guys I’d write it, so here’s the top ten reasons why the idiot Steve Harrington is surviving Season 2.

1) This season is clearly going to mirror the first season in terms of who it follows.  Though there are other plots and characters being introduced, they have two major problems to deal with: Eleven’s absence and Will’s situation. Ending a season like that with Steve’s death would most likely disrupt that flow and take away from our emotional appeal towards the kids

2) As of now, half of the fandom still hates Steve.  Even if they manage to change more minds in season 2, it’d be much smarter to wait until there would be more of an emotional pull towards his death.  

3) The Duffers aren’t lazy when it comes to plot.  They’re not going to kill off Steve so that he’s out of the way for Nancy and Jonathan.  They’re just not. And if they did, do you imagine people would really be satisfied with that? Nancy’s not the type of person to wait for her first boyfriend to die before getting with her other guy.  

4) Speaking of Nancy- she already lost her best friend, and killing off her boyfriend would honestly be pushing it in terms of angst against her.  It would feel forced, like they’re just trying to torture her.  

5) Not really a reason, but anyone who’s saying that the introduction of Billy points towards killing off of Steve, well, let’s be real.  Television can have as many white straight-presenting male characters as they want. I’m just being honest.

6) He just got promoted to a main character.  This isn’t necessarily proof, of course they can kill off mains, but I would guess they’d let him last at least a bit longer in the forefront before pulling the cord.

7) Jonathan, Nancy, and Steve aren’t going to be a perfect trio in season 2, or at least I don’t think they will be.  There’s so much tension between them that they’re most likely still going to be working things through.  Maybe they’ll get there by the end of s2, but maybe not.  That’s a good dynamic to work off of, and three is a magic number when it comes to protagonists (think of all the trios in fiction) and I’m sure the Duffers will want to actually get them to that point before killing off anyone, and I just don’t think that’ll happen by season 2.

8) Steve Harrington only just started to develop as a character.  He has a long way to go.  A long way.  And while there is the possibility of some heroic death to help him achieve that final step of becoming a good person… I don’t know, I don’t think it’s going to happen.  He’s not that good.  They like making him three-dimensional, as they do with all their characters, and having him suddenly play the martyr seems unrealistic.

9) (Besides, the only person he might try to sacrifice himself for is Nancy, who, let’s be honest, can hold her own.)

10) Joe Keery is already pretty much responsible for the complete rewrite of that character.  I’m pretty sure he could talk his way out of being killed off– have you seen his smile?  I trust Joe with Steve’s life.  Not to mention, Charlie and Natalia could probably bribe the Duffers out of it as well.  Come on.

Conclusion: Steve Harrington is not going to die so let’s please stop considering the possibility because it’s giving me anxiety and keeping me up at night.

anonymous asked:

1 and 10 with Charlie and Garth, younger Winchester sister X

A/N: With this request I realized that I put the same prompt in two times, so I’m gonna fix that lol. But, since you requested them both (the same one twice) I’m gonna give it to you ;)


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“So, you’re here to babysit me aren’t you?” You said upon seeing Charlie and Garth standing outside the motel room door. You were happy to see your friends, practically family members, but still offended. You’re 16 years old, you didn’t need anyone to watch over you anymore. Sam and Dean just didn’t get that.

“Oh, no, it’s more like a girls’ night,” Charlie instantly responded and grinned. She was trying to make the situation better, which you really appreciated. 

From besides her, Garth cleared his throat, gaining both of your attentions. 

“Girls and Garth’s night.” Charlie corrected, and Garth seemed happy with that, grinning himself.

“Fine.” You stated, not being able to keep yourself from smiling anymore. You loved these two.

10 minutes later, you could all agree that you were bored inside the cramped motel room. Sure, you could just sit there and talk, but it was warm and almost claustrophobic.

“Can’t we go outside?” You asked, pulling off your best puppy dog eyes you learned from Sam.

“Dean and Sam were pretty strict on not leaving this room.” Garth objected solemnly. “Mr. Fizzles can testify to that too,” He added as he reached into his pocket, showing the sock puppet before tucking it back in.

“But, what’s the fun in doing what you’re told?” You countered mischievously. 

“Well, you’re brothers can be pretty scary…” Garth trailed off, looking nervous.

“I’m with you, Y/N. Let’s go out.” Charlie grinned. “You’re coming with Garth.”

You squealed and hugged your favorite redhead. Garth’s shoulders dropped low meanwhile, before he gave in. “Yeah, fine.”

So, the three of you walked into town. You actually went to an arcade, where you all played some games at first. Then Charlie challenged some video game enthusiasts, and you and Garth officially became her cheerleaders. She kicked ass and won you a couple of 10-dollar bills. Then, you just strolled around the city centre seeing what the small town had to offer. And now, you were just sitting at a diner enjoying your third milkshake in a row.

Your, Garth and Charlie’s laughter was interrupted by the buzz of your phone. You looked at the display and saw your brother’s name. You looked at the clock, and realized that they probably were back at the motel, wondering where the hell you were,

“Guys, it’s Dean. He’s gonna kill me!” You panicked, looking from Garth to Charlie.

“They’re gonna kill us!” Garth practically melted, sliding down his seat in the booth.

“Okay, breath Y/N. Remember what you said; what’s the fun in doing what you’re told?”

She smirked, flashing you a thumbs up, and you smirked right back at her.

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Beer and Soul-Marks

Dick Grayson X Reader 

Notes: Soul Mark Universe, where the first words spoken to you by your soul-mate appear in a random spot on your body, on your sixteenth birthday.

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          Dick Grayson lifted his nephew into the air, and smiled as the one-and-a-half-year-old laughed. Lowering him back to eye level, Dick placed a kiss on the boy’s cheek. A minute later Jason steals the boy and Dick can’t help the pit that forms in his stomach at the sight of the family of three. He wants that. He wants what his brother and Bruce have. He wants a family of his own. He’s spent years playing the field; Barbara, Kori, Zatanna, and lots of other nameless women that were there only for a night. So he does what he always does when these feelings arise, he buries them and goes out to find some company.

          His brothers tease him as he walks out the door. They call out the names of past girlfriends, and he takes it with a grain of salt and an easy smile. He’s out on the road moments later, the summer air brushing against his skin as he speeds up his bike. Instead of heading into Gotham, he heads into Bludhaven. He pulls into a bar, it’s a random choice, somewhere he’s never been before. He parks, and takes his helmet in with him. He takes a seat at the bar, and orders a drink.

          He’s halfway through a bottle of beer, and in the middle of charming the woman in front of him, when someone bumps into him. His beer spills forward, and the next words that reach his ears make his heart start pounding.

          You’ve just gotten on shift. It’s not your night, but Gary’s wife had gone into labor, and the manager needed someone to cover. And, well, you need the money. Of course, three minutes into your shift, some douche spills his beer all over the counter. You can’t help it; the sarcasm comes out of your mouth before you can stop it. “You need a sippy cup buddy?”

          He kind of just stiffens, and as you grab a rag and start wiping up, you just figure it’s because he embarrassed. That is, until he says, “No, I’m fine. I’d rather just drink in the sight of my soul mate.”

          You stop mid wipe, and look up to meet his eyes. Your first thought is that the man should be on a runway in Paris, not in this rinky dink bar. You second thought is ‘Oh man, he really is just that cheesy,’ and you third thought is to end this now. So, you unscrew the cap of the beer you were about to give him, and pour it all over his head. Then you take your apron off, drop it on the bar, and walk out. The minute you’re out of the door, you run to your car.

          You’re peeling out of the parking lot a minute later, the sight of the drenched man in your rearview mirror. As you drive, you do your best to forget about him. You don’t need a man, even if he is your soulmate. You’ve been there, done that, and you vowed to never do it again.

          You drown out your thoughts with the radio, and when you pull into the parking lot of your apartment, you let out a sigh of relief. Climbing several flights of stairs, you make your way to the door labeled 406. The apartment is nearly silent, with the exception of the TV, the snoring of the man on the couch, and the scratching of a crayon on paper.

          Smiling, you drop your purse and keys, and then toe of your sneakers. Moving quietly across the floor, you slip down next to the little girl focused on her coloring book. “Hey snooks, did you wear uncle Luke out?”

          She grins, and your heart melts. Charlotte Harper is four years old and your pride and joy, even if her father is a no good asshole. Luke says she takes after you more than him though, and you can see where he’s coming from. She looks exactly like you, but her personality is all her own. At four years old she already has an opinion and is smarter than the other kids in her preschool class.

          Her voice is quiet, and clear, and reminds you a bit of a bell. “I was very good mommy. We had tea party, and he made me a grilled cheese, and then I colored while he talked to Ms. Julie. Be nice, she turned him down… again.”

          “Sounds like a wild night, but it’s past your bedtime. So go brush your teeth, and I’ll be in to tuck you in for a minute.”

          “Okay mama.”

          You watch her go with a smile, before turning to your faker of a brother. Usually you’d flick him, but when you have a story like tonight’s, why not use it? “I met my soulmate tonight.”

          Not even a second later he jackknifes on the couch, “You WHAT?!”

          You can’t help but smile, “Keep your voice down, Charlotte is getting ready for bed. Way to play guardian by the way.”

          “Forget that, where’s the guy?”

          You shrug. “No clue. I poured a beer over his head and left.”

          “Y/N, you didn’t.”

          “I did.”

          “I can’t believe you poured a beer over his head and left. He’s your soulmate.”

          You shrug. “I tried the relationship thing once, I got Charlotte. I’m good.”

          Luke smiles at you. It’s the placating smile that says you have no idea what you’ve done “You’re twenty-one, and Axel was never worth your time. The only good thing that came from that dick, was Charlie. That little girl’s existence is the only reason I didn’t kill him.”

          You nod, “Sure, that and the fact that you’re a pacifist.”

          “I’ll admit that that might have played a part.”

          A knock on the door stops the conversation cold. Smiling, you get up to answer it. “To be continued.” You say with a smile, before going to answer the door. The smile freezes on your face as you come face to face with the guy from the bar. His hair is still damp, and you can smell the beer.

          He just smiles, sticks out his hand and says, “Hi, I’m Dick Grayson. Your soulmate.”

          You’re saved, or perhaps doomed, from responding when Charlotte appears behind you, hugs your legs and says, “Mommy, who’s this?”

5.5 Recap

This is for @seven-dragons since she did the same for me when I was in purgatory at my mom’s house out of town and did not have an Internet connection. In case the title does not make it obvious, this post is full of *SPOILERS*

The show starts off with Ethan Young, a Jehovah’s Witness knocking on doors, or ‘witnessing.’  Apparently, the hatred of having random people knock on your door in the middle of the day is universal.  He keeps getting the door slammed in his face, which lets us see he has a bit of a temper. He runs into the victim and it is obvious they had planned to meet about something, but the victim tells him to come back later (he’s angry too).  Some people, who turn out to be the victim’s niece and her husband stop by the house and find Ethan, covered in blood and kneeling over the victim’s body.

*Roll credits and awesome DBM theme song*

Lucien joins Charlie in the victim’s work shed. The victim’s name is Vern, and he is a retired carpenter who was stabbed repeatedly…as acted out by Lucien.

Back at the Police Station, Charlie and Lucien interview Ethan. Ethan tells them Vern was still breathing when he got there, and insists he tried to find something to stop the bleeding. When asked why he was looking all creepy and kneeling over Vern’s body when the niece found him, he tells them he was praying for Vern because he had not been able to convert him.  He did tell a little lie during the interview, but it’s really not that important.  I did learn more about the Jehovah’s Witnesses during this interview than I have ever learned before, so that’s something. This show is so educational. 

Funny Scene - Alice is not in the morgue when Lucien gets there, so he starts without her.  Alice is NOT happy. She actually seems wounded that he started his talking to the dead body bit and didn’t wait for her. Anyway, they find a weird fragment in one of the wounds.  Lucien makes sure it is okay with Alice if he brings it home to test it, which is kind of sweet. 

*Going to pick this up a bit or this will take forever*

Charlie and Lucien go to the niece’s house, where the main takeaway is that her husband is a hot tempered jerk.  

Back at the police station, Ethan’s mother is having a meltdown. Her friend and ride to the station, a guy named Percy, tells Lawson that he worked with Vern. He also tells Lawson that Ethan is his apprentice. Ethan’s mother, who needs a serious intervention about her overuse of rollers for her bangs - is scaring the crap out of poor Ned. Important takeaway, Ethan’s mother is a bit on the high strung/pain in the ass side. She is not happy they are keeping her son locked up and insists on spending the night in the corridor.

Lucien visits Ethan in the cells to make sure he is okay. I love these scenes, where Lucien shows compassion to people who probably have not received much in their lives.  Charlie interrupts them to say that Lucien “better come quick” because he is needed at home.

HUUUUH? What happened?

Jean burned her arm because she thought she saw someone outside….a hot potato accident.  Lucien is concerned about her seeing this someone, but she just shakes her head and says she was not sure anyone was there. We get to see Lucien bandaging her arm, and Lucien apologizes and acknowledges that the divorce and the business with the church must be weighing heavily on her mind. Jean seems touched that he has noticed, but insists she’s fine and he needs to go back to work.

Lucien and Charlie are back at the scene of the crime to see if the killer could have murdered Vern and escaped in three minutes. The important thing about this scene is that Lucien has rubbed off on Charlie, who is now acting out the crime scenes too. Oh, the murderer could have killed Vern and escaped in time. Also, there are some discrepancies which leads them to believe that the killer looked for something that was hidden in the work shop. They do find a bag from a bakery and over 2000 pounds hidden all over the place. 

This leads them to a secret gambling ring, which is this week’s red herring.  It seems like Vern was murdered because everyone thought he was cheating them out of money.  The big thing we learn is that gambling brings out the worst in people and the niece’s husband is still a big jerk. The most important thing we learn is that Lawson’s dad was a gambler and he was not much fun to live with as a boy.

Rose drops by the house and Jean’s spidey senses tell her that something is on Rose’s mind. Turns out Rose thinks she is pregnant with Charlie’s baby - it’s ultimately a false alarm.  Rose isn’t exactly excited about something ruining her career.  The BIG REVEAL - Jean was pregnant at 19 before she married Christopher.  She had a miscarriage and it was a girl.  She never told anyone else and felt her miscarriage was her punishment for their transgression against God. Will she tell Lucien at some point?????

Charlie gets hit with a tool box by the niece’s jerk husband, but the husband runs into Lucien who pushes him down like he is a feather lite bowling pin.  I’m skipping over a bunch of gambling stuff.  

Jean and Lucien are back in the lab and Jean is being all sciency again! I love how Lucien is teaching her all this lab stuff. They identify the fragment that was found in Vern’s neck as copper.

Uh Oh, Jean is talking to Father Emery again.  Jean tells him the whole history of the Mei Lin ordeal and Father Emery seems to sympathize with their situation, but stands firm on the position of the church. Jean tells him she needs to hear him say it. He tells her she has to choose between Lucien and the church.  When Jean says she doesn’t think she can make that choice, he tells her to ask God for guidance.  Greeeaaaat. Thanks for the help Father!  Actually, he does seem sad that Jean is in this position, but he kinda works for a company that has really strict policies, so his hands are tied. 

Charlie and Lucien search Vern’s house again.  They find a lot of things that lead them nowhere, but Lucien works out that Vern was illiterate (comes into play later).  They also find a secret savings account for his niece.

Back to Ethan’s mom’s house. I was hoping they were interrupting the Rollers in the bangs intervention, but the people were just Jehovah’s Witnesses. 

She tells them Ethan is working, which leads them to find him impaled and bleeding.  Lucien has to assist in surgery, and uses saline instead of giving him a blood transfusion due to Ethan’s religious beliefs.  I was surprised and a little impressed that a man who seems to have such little respect for religion, would still respect another’s beliefs so much. That’s our Lucien though. We also get to see Lucien in scrubs as a bonus.

Cute scene where Lawson helps out the niece. They thought she was skipping town, but she was actually running away from her jerk husband. Lawson, who understands what it’s like to live with a compulsive gambler, basically tells her to leave town while her hubby is locked up.  He also gives her the bank account info so she has money for her and her kids.

Jean drinks Lucien’s whiskey again. And, Lucien kisses jean before leaving.

FINALLY! The scene we have been waiting for happens with 10 minutes left in the show. Lucien finds a patent for an electric drill that would have made Vern very rich. Percy shows up and Lucien does his big reveal about Percy being jealous. Percy thought he should be included on the patent too. Ethan told Percy he was helping Vern with he paperwork for the drill, which is why Percy tried to kill Ethan.  He needed him out of the way.  It’s just like the other episodes, where Lucien explains the mystery to the murderer. Buuuut, unlike the other times, there are no police officers waiting in the wings. Oops. Percy stabs Lucien, but Lucien bashes Percy over the head even after he was stabbed. Bravo Lucien.  Lucien has to use his own pen as a chest tube to release the pressure of a tension pneumothorax. Just before blacking out, he sees the silhouette of a man in the doorway. First Jean, now Lucien.  Munro perhaps?

Although I was really hoping we would see Jean find out about Lucien getting stabbed and see her all worried before he regained consciousness, the bedside scenes were very nice and intimate.  When Lucien wakes up, he says, “Ah, Ive missed dinner haven’t I?” The best was Alice though. She was soooo excited about Lucien using his own pen as a chest draining tube and wants to ask a bunch of questions after he wakes up. The look Jean gives her is priceless.

Also, as Charlie is walking out, Lucien says goodnight. Charlie calls him boss. His reply is “Night boss.” Ha

Just when you think that Lucien is about to drop some serious bad news (music and all) after he tells Jean there is something he needs to tell her, he just says he is a throughly bad patient. They giggle and then Jean basically tells him he needs to be more careful, that she almost lost him that night. He basically says he will be more careful by replying, “Understood.”  I am a thousand percent certain that he will not change at all.


All in all, this was another wonderful episode!

The End. Thank god. 

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A/N: Wishing you all a Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays. Hope you enjoy. :D

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“I think that one looks lovely.”

I looked up to Charlie, phone in hand as it rested under her chin.

“You think?” I said pulling up the slinky silvery gown. I glanced into the mirror again turning to the side letting the dress drop and brushing my hand along my body. “I don’t know.” I cringed slightly.

We had been trying on dresses for the premieres of the movie that began in London in two days.

London was a long low cut and very fitted emerald dress. Japan a short white frilly dress with strong shoulders. But L.A the most important of the premiers was falling short of something to wear.

Turning in the mirror again I looked at the dress, as I did I noticed one of the stylists in the back of the room moving a rack of dresses.

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Imagine Thanksgiving with Chris.

A/N: Hey lovelies, I’m back from my hiatus. It was Thanksgiving recently so in the spirit of that, here’s a imagine about the holidays. I know I’m a bit late with this but oh well, enjoy! The word count is a little longer than usual, oops.

Chris pulled his car to a stop in front of your family home. In the front yard, your niece and nephews ran around and jumped into piles of red, orange and yellow leaves in their fall coats. Chris smiled as he watched the children, imagining a future where your kids were in the mix. His smile grew wider when he remembered that that future wasn’t too far away because after two years of being married, the two of you’d finally decided to start trying for a child. There weren’t any results yet but- it’d only been a couple of weeks.

“Are you sure your mom is okay with you spending Thanksgiving with my family this year?” You asked Chris and he turned to you. “I mean I know she said she was okay with it but- was she really okay with it, or was she just saying she was okay with it?”

“I love how you ask me this every time we spend a holiday with your family.” He chuckled with a shake of his head and you smiled. “She is fine with it, sweetheart. She understands that she can’t always have us, we’re married- we have to split our time between our two families.”

“Yeah but-” You began to protest like you did every time you came home for the holidays.

“Y/N,” he cut you off. “We’re having Thanksgiving here and we’re having Christmas there, we’re not skipping out on anyone. We did the opposite last year and everyone was happy with it. So do me a favor and stop worrying?” He grabbed your face in between his thumb and index, squeezing your cheeks. “We’re good,” he said then pecked your lips.

“Okay,” you chuckled softly.

“Now come on.” He released your face from his grip, smiling. “Your mom’s pumpkin pie is waiting for me in the kitchen.” He winked with a click of his tongue and hopped out of the car, leaving you laughing as you followed suit.

“Do you need some help?” You asked Chris as he walked around to the trunk to grab your bags for the weekend. “Oh, right.” You began to tease him when he shook his head at you. “I forgot I was talking to Captain America. The Super Soldier doesn’t need any help, he can lift a motorcycle while showgirls sit on it.”

“That’s cute,” he chuckled and proceeded to pull out your matching leather duffles.

“Aunt Y/N!” You heard Rosie; your second brother’s youngest daughter call out for you as she came barreling towards the car. You smiled and rushed in front of her, scooping her up off the ground as she jumped into your arms. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” You cooed, hugging her tightly. “Or should I say young lady,” you teased her and she giggled as she leaned back. “You’re so big now, and so pretty just like your mommy.” She gave you a toothy grin and you chuckled. “How are you?” You bounced the five year old gently.

“Better now that you’re here-” Rosie stopped herself when she saw Chris, her eyes lit up just like they always did when they saw her superhero uncle. “Captain America!” She reached out for him and you took it as a sign to put her down. “You’re here!” She squealed and hugged his leg.

“Of course I’m here, sweetheart.” He lowered the bags onto the sidewalk then picked her up, hugging her tightly. “How could I not be here when your aunt’s here. I go wherever she goes, remember?” Rosie giggled as he winked at you. “How are you, love bug?”

“So good!” She chirped. “Spencer, Alex, Charlie and I have been playing tag and jumping in piles of leaves that Papa raked up for us. I was just about to jump into that one,” she pointed it out to the two of you, “when I saw your car. Will you come play with us?”

“Why don’t you go play with the boys so Aunt Y/N and I can go say hi to the adults?” Chris suggested and lowered her onto the ground. “I’ll come out and play soon, okay?” He assured her and she nodded, running back to join her older brother and cousins.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you told Chris as he picked up the bags off the ground. He chuckled as you looped your arm with his; the two of you walked towards the opened front door. “You do this every year, you tell her you’re coming out to play and then you get caught up with my dad and my brothers with the beer and the game, and I’m stuck running around with them.”

“Yeah, but you love it though,” he nudged you playfully.

“No,” you chuckled. “I love them, I don’t love running around.”

“That’ll change when we have our own ball of energy begging you to play with him or her.” He whispered into your ear; the smile you couldn’t see, you could hear, and it made you smile too. “Don’t worry, I won’t do that this year. I’ll come out and play with them, I need practice considering we’re planning to be parents soon.”

“Like you need practice in that division,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “If anything, I’m the one who needs practice. You ooze paternal instinct,” you said and he chuckled. “Me, on the other hand? God help us.”

“Oh stop,” he planted a quick kiss on the side of your head. “You’re going to be a great mom, trust me. Whatever you can’t do, I’ll do. That’s why there’s two of us, Y/N.” You felt yourself smile. “We are going to nail it, I promise.”

“Speaking of nailing it,” you stopped walking and made him stop too. You turned to him and waited for him to turn to you before you spoke. “Can we not say anything about us trying for a baby until we have a baby to talk about? I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up and I don’t want to jinx anything. I know you’re excited but we’ve only just started trying and I just- I don’t want people to know yet.”

“Okay,” he nodded and kissed your forehead.

The two of you entered the house and the smell of home cooked food washed over you; roasted turkey; baked potatoes and yams; pumpkin, apple and pecan pie. Everything traditional at one of your annual family Thanksgiving dinners. It was very, very good to be home.

“Kiddy,” you heard your eldest brother, Scott’s voice. You saw him walk towards you with his arms wide open and you pulled away from Chris to bury yourself in one of his bear hugs. “It is so good to see you.”

“You too,” you smiled.

“Chris,” he pulled away from you to hug Chris. “It’s good to see you, man.”

“Yeah, you too.” Chris smiled when he pulled away. “I’m just going to go put our bags upstairs-”

“Let me,” Scott took the bags from him. “Everyone’s in the kitchen, and there’s someone particularly excited to meet the two of you.” His smile grew when he said that, much to yours and Chris’ confusion. “Now go, I’ll sort this out.” He beckoned his head towards the kitchen before taking the stairs upstairs.

“What is he talking about?” Chris asked with a raised brow.

“I have no idea,” you narrowed your eyes in confusion. “Let’s just go.” You took his hand and the two of you made your way for the kitchen where everyone was crowded around the kitchen counter. “What’s so interesting?” You quizzed with a light chuckle and gasped when the crowd parted to reveal your no longer pregnant sister-in-law carrying a baby. “Oh my God, Lexi!” You dropped Chris’ hand and rushed to her side. “When did you…” You trailed off, mesmerized by your adorable new niece.

“A while ago, clearly.” She chuckled softly because it was obvious the baby wasn’t a newborn. “We wanted to tell you as soon as I went into labour but- with your job and Chris’ filming schedules, we didn’t want to cause any problems. We’re all the way over here and the two of you are all around the world, it was just easier to wait till Thanksgiving. Plus- it was worth seeing the look on your faces.”

“Please,” Chris chuckled, joining your side. “We would’ve dropped everything and flown from anywhere to come see this precious angel.” He poked his index finger into the baby’s hand and smiled when she gripped it. “But you’re right, the surprise was- well worth the wait.”

“She’s beautiful,” you gave your sister-in-law a quick kiss on the cheek. “Congratulations, Lexi. You and Scott, you finally got the baby girl you’ve always wanted.” You smiled at her and she smiled back with a satisfied look that every mom had.

“This is Phoebe,” Lexi introduced your niece to the two of you. “Phoebe,” she spoke gently to her daughter. “This is your aunt, Y/N, and your uncle, Chris. They’re two of the best people you will ever know and they are going to love you as much as they already love your brothers.”

“May I?” Chris asked and Lexi nodded, passing him Phoebe. She had the prettiest green eyes, like your brother. “You are such a doll,” he cooed and bounced her gently, walking her away from the crowd. “Aren’t you just the cutest little thing in the world? Yes you are.”

Everyone went about their business while you stood and watched Chris interact with your baby niece. It was because of his interactions with your nieces and nephews, and his niece and nephews that made you change your mind about having kids. You had never thought about having children, but that was until you met him. With him- children had to be a part of your future because you knew he was going to be the best father in the world and you couldn’t deprive him or your future children from that.

“He’s going to make a great dad one day.” Your mom wrapped an arm around you, drawing you out of your love sick daze. “Hopefully, one day soon?” Your mom raised an eyebrow at you and you chuckled softly. “I know you’re not a kid person but- surely that’s changed now that you’re with Chris. C'mon Y/N, you’re the only child who hasn’t yet given me a grandchild.”

“I know, Mom.”

“So when?” She pressed.

Chris looked over at you and smiled, beckoning his head excitedly at the little baby in his arms. He didn’t have to say anything but you knew he was saying, “I can’t wait till we have our own little one.” You smiled and you nodded at him, which earned you a wider smile from him. You let out a sigh when you realized you were about to break your promise.

“When the universe decides to bless my womb with a baby.” You told her and she smiled; she was so used to your way of talking that she knew what that meant without you explaining it. “You’ll get your grandchild soon, I promise.”

“I guess I’ve got another thing be thankful for today,” she began as Chris joined the two of you. She turned to Chris and her smile grew wider. “I’m thankful you married Chris, because without you-” she glanced at you and chuckled. “This stubborn child wouldn’t have wanted a stubborn child of her own.” Chris’ face lit up when he realized you had broken the promise of keeping things hush. “You really are a miracle worker.” She patted his arm then returned to the stove to cook.

“Don’t let that get to your head,” you playfully warned Chris as you took your turn in carrying Phoebe. “You’re not the reason I’ve decided to have children.” You said and he nodded, chuckling because you’d already told him numerous times that it was in fact because of him. “It’s because of babies like you, Phoebe. Your cuteness won me over,” you cooed at her.

“I don’t really care what your reasons are,” Chris whispered into your hair as he wrapped an arm around you. “Because as long as you’re happy to have a child with me, I’m happy. In fact, getting you to marry me- is a miracle in itself.”

“Aren’t you a sweet talker,” you bit back your smile.

“And how did you think I won you over?” He chuckled and pressed his lips against yours.

I do? - Jackson x Reader

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Jackson imagine similar to how April was getting married and he confessed his love to her

A/N: This was so cute and fun to write!! I hope you enjoy!!

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**Your POV**

Your wedding day was the day you planned down to the littlest detail when you were younger. You’ve dreamt about this day since you were a teenager. Finally that day was here. Your relationships have been all over the place, especially with Jackson. You really loved him for the longest time, however he was dating Lexie. So you moved on and met your fiancé, Charlie.

~

**Reader’s POV**

You were standing at the back of the park, Derek by your side. “Thanks for walking me down the aisle. You didn’t have to.” You whispered to Derek. “Shut up, it’s fine (Y/N). I’m actually kind of honored that you chose me.” He said. Right as the last bridesmaid and groomsman reached the altar, ‘Here Comes the Bride’ starts to play. You begin to walk down the aisle, looking around at everyone. And then you see familiar eyes on you, Jackson’s. You tried to get him out of your head. Before you knew it, you had reached the altar. Right in front of you was Charlie, looking like it was the best day of his life. If only you could’ve felt the same way. You handed your bouquet to Meredith and took Charlie’s hands. “If any one can objects the joining of (Y/N) and Charlie, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” The priest said looking around at the guests of your wedding. “I object.” You turn around to see Jackson standing in the middle of the aisle. “I love you (Y/N). I have been for awhile. Before Mark died he told me something that I feel like I should share. He said,’If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you’re scared that it’s not the right thing. Even if you’re scared that it’ll cause problems. Even if you’re scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud and you go from there.’ So I’m saying it loud and clear. Every little thing you do I love. I find it cute when you’re angry. I love you. I wouldn’t object if I didn’t think we could have a future together. But I believe, I know we can. So I object.” He said. Your mouth was wide open from the shock that he actually said the words that you’ve been dying to hear. You turned to Meredith and Arizona and said, “I’m sorry.” before letting go of Charlie’s hands. “Where are you going?!” Charlie asked yelling at you. “I’ve loved this boy forever. I’m sorry Charlie. He isn’t you. He’s different.” You ran to Jackson and grabbed his hand before running away from the whole reception. 

thisbirdhadflown  asked:

Hartwin, 47

47. “No one needs to know.”

“Harry,” the voice says. “Oh, fuck, is that you?” 

Eggsy’s standing there in the doorway, hair mussed and clad in a Kingsman suit, and Harry’s breath catches. He’s bare-handed, but his fists are clenched, ready to throw a punch, and his eyes flash with shock before his arms collapse at his sides. “Oh, fuck. I thought…oh, Harry. It’s you, isn’t it?” 

“Yes,” Harry says, rising from his bed, then winces at the ache in his head. Poppy gives him painkillers, but they’re not a cure-all, and he doesn’t take them unless they’re forced down his throat. Eggsy still looks stunned, lips parted, eyes as green as the highlands he and Merlin explored as boys. 

“We gotta get you out of here,” Eggsy says, looking behind him. “Now.” 

“How did you know where to find me?” Harry asks. He’ll need a weapon, but Poppy is always careful that he has none. The safety razor is taken away each morning, the utensils he uses to eat are flimsy white plastic, and he’s always kept heavily drugged by whatever the tiny bursts of air emitting from the walls of his cell are. His head is always foggy, always confused, and the marks he uses to keep track of the days must be wrong, but he keeps doing it out of a desire to preserve some amount of sanity and control. 

“I knew you were alive,” Eggsy says, “and I never stopped searching for you.” 

Eggsy had faith in him, as boundless and as endless as the sea. That realization makes Harry want to kiss him, draw him into his arms and say all the things he should have said instead of the hurtful words he’d snapped at Eggsy before leaving. 

Clearly, Eggsy sees, and his eyes widen for an instant, something like a smirk creeping across his face before being replaced with a softer smile. “I missed you,” he now says, and every thought Harry has vanishes with the questions crowding in his mind. “I missed you so much.” He shakes his head. “Remember when you were in that coma, and I kept sneaking down to see you? I knew I couldn’t lose you then, and I can’t lose you now.” 

“Eggsy…” Harry says, but Eggsy comes up, pressing a finger against his lips. His hands are smooth, unblemished, with nothing so much as a dark pink scar from his right knuckles, and Harry stares down at them as one of them coil around his tie. 

“Shh,” Eggsy whispers, “no one needs to know.” His lips ghost over his, and Harry detects a trace of something sickly sweet, something that smells like strawberries. 

Summoning all of his strength, Harry places both hands on Eggsy’s chest and shoves him away. 

The cloaking falls, and in Eggsy’s place stands Poppy, looking disappointed. “And here I thought I was going to be a bit more successful this time,” she sighs, then looks towards the cameras with a short glare. In that second, Harry thinks about lunging for her, wrapping his hand around her throat, but knows it would be futile. There are guards waiting outside, along with countless security measures Merlin, safe in London, would have to break. “Clearly, my information was flawed.” 

“Oi,” a voice complains through the speakers embedded into the ceiling, indignant and drawling. Hesketh. That fucking bastard. “I gave you what I could on Eggsy. Not my fault.” 

You don’t know enough about Eggsy to break me, Harry thinks. It’s a bitter triumph. 

Still, he needs to be careful. Poppy will eventually perfect her concoction and the first test subject will be him, trapped in this cage without an ally. He has to play the good prisoner, confused and as helpless as he can seem, and perhaps would be able to get more privileges. 

Harry knows what leverage he has: information about Kingsman Charlie isn’t privy to and skills that Charlie also cannot match. Poppy’s come in, making references to the footage of the South Glade Mission Church. She knows what he can do, and she clearly wants him to do it for her. It matters not that she has mercenaries of her own, including Chester’s treacherous candidate, with fantastic weapons made out of prosthetic limbs; Poppy’s stockpiling and wants to have everything in her arsenal ready for whatever she wants to do. 

Until then, he’ll keep fighting. Poppy will never get a word out of him, not an inkling, and he’s slowly memorizing all of her tricks. She won’t kill him, not when he’s so valuable, and eventually, he’ll slip through her defenses and find his way back home. 

And when that day comes, he’ll get to see Eggsy again. 

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A Royal Commission (14)

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Prompto’s bent over a client, a headband holding back his hair and the gun buzzing in his hand, glasses in place since he had a late start. The bell over the door chimes but he doesn’t bother to look up, just calling a quick welcome as he works the finer details of a wing.

He pauses, wiping away blood and excess ink, allowing his gaze to flick up enough to register unfamiliar boots and their position before he starts working again.

“You can take a seat or look around, someone will be out in a sec.”

The voice the answers makes him freeze, lifting the gun slowly, glad the guy’s he’s working on is too busy messing with his phone to notice his tension.

“Oh? I do hope it’s my other wayward child.”

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anonymous asked:

dude Marlie and the second au scenario (the animal shelter one) would be the cutest thing ever just saying

(I work at the animal shelter and you always come in to pet the cats when you’re sad.)

The first time Charlie notices him, it was raining. The windows were broken and he could feel the raindrops on the back of his neck. April said the window had been broken since she’d been working there and neither of them were brave enough to ask Quill to get them repaired. (Even in a building full of cats and coffee, her two favourite things, Charlie was yet to see her in a good mood.)

It was also a Monday and Charlie had forgotten his jacket. It was a terrible day and then it got brighter.

Charlie hadn’t know his name initially but had smiled anyway. (A distractingly attractive boy had just walked into his life; of course he smiled.)

“Isn’t April working?”

“She has a date,” Charlie had replied, leaning forward. “So I agreed to cover her shift. Can I help you?”

“Yeah. Think so. We have this agreement that if I ever need anywhere to go and calm down, I could come here. To play with the kittens,” Charlie liked how he pronounced it, “is okay?”

“Sure.” He wished he was better with words.

“Thank you.”

Charlie watched him walk away, smiling for reasons he didn’t fully understand.

~~~

April was a good co-worker and an even better friend.

“You mean Matteusz?”

Charlie nodded, “I think so. He was tall, very attractive and looked a little sad.”

April almost spat out her tea. “Sorry? Can you repeat that?”

“A little sad. Is that why he wanted to play with the animals?”

“I meant the other part.” April coughed again. “The ‘attractive’ part.”

“Oh,” Charlie pulled on his cardigan sleeve, “objectively speaking, of course. You couldn’t have missed it.”

“No, no, I agree - don’t tell Ram. I just wasn’t expecting it from you.”

“Oh.”

“Not that it’s a bad thing! It’s great. Really great.” April patted his arm, which was a little awkward for them both.

“Thank you?” Charlie paused, “anyway, do you think he’ll return?”

“Probably. Matteusz comes when he’s upset usually. We’re friends, same music class.”

“Matteusz goes to Coal Hill?” Charlie was still new but he was sure he would have noticed him.

“Yeah.” April smirked. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” he replied, although it was clear April didn’t believe him.

~~~

The next time the rain had cleared.

“Hello,” Charlie said, trying to see if Matteusz was crying. “You’re back.”

“You remember me?”

“I… there is no good way to answer that.”

“It’s okay,” Matteusz reassured him, “I am here a lot.”

“I guess I have something to look forward to then,” Charlie said. “Oh, that wasn’t good to say out loud either.”

Matteusz laughed. “Is okay. Promise.”

~~~

They fall into a pattern, Charlie doing all he could to make Matteusz smile (usually it worked) (on the days it didn’t…) (they were the worst days).

Charlie would look forward to their visits, if it didn’t mean that Matteusz was fighting with his parents so much. (“They don’t like that I’m gay. They say I’m not meant for heaven. But I know differently. They won’t listen though.”) He didn’t see his own parents very much; they were busy saving the world or whatever being a politician included. But they hadn’t cared he was gay when he’d told them (over Skype, trying to make out their expressions though the pixels).

“How bad are things at home?” He asked, half-afraid of the answer.

“Not good. Very not good. We argue a lot. I made the mistake of asking a boy to the Autumn prom and telling them.”

Charlie felt his stomach sink. “I didn’t know you asked anyone.”

“He said no anyway. It doesn’t matter.” Matteusz ran his hand though his hair, Charlie watched, slightly fascinated. “Are you okay?”

“Fine, mostly,” he answered. 

“Good,” Matteusz smiled, which was so pretty, Charlie almost fell off his chair.

April found him, still stunned, five minutes later. “You have such a big crush on him,” she commented, placing a mug of tea in front of him.

“You have no idea.”

~~~

The day Charlie realises exactly how bad he’s got it, is the day he meets Marcelina Andrzejewski. She looked young, emphasised even more with the height contrast between her and her brother. She was still in school uniform, with black hair tied in a long, frizzy ponytail with wisps of hair escaping.

Matteusz was already grinning and that was enough to make Charlie’s heart skip a beat. (Metaphorically of course.)

“Hi,” she leaned up on the tip of her toes. “I’m Cela.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Are you Charlie?” She asked, still stretching to her full height. “You sound posh, so I think you are.”

“Yeah,” he answered.

“This is my little sister, Marcelina. She wanted to see the kittens too,” Matteusz introduced.

“Matti says you’re nice,” Marcelina said, crossing her arms and almost losing balance.

“Cela, co ci powiedziałem?”

Marcelina pulled a face at Charlie, rolling her eyes. “Przepraszam.”

“Children,” Matteusz said, looking fondly at his sister anyway.

“Mums allergic to cats. I wanted to get one but we are not allowed. So Matti promised I could come play with them. And since it’s my birthday, we’re here.”

“Happy Birthday.”

“Dziękuję,” Marcelina replied. She pulled Matteusz along, practically bouncing. Charlie watched the siblings walk off, with an  even lighter feeling than usual.

~~~

The first time they kiss, the sun is shining through the tiny little reception area. Charlie was sipping his tea even though it’d been cold since April had left an hour ago.

The animal shelter was yet to have visitors. Mostly due to most of the kittens being adopted already.

Charlie wasn’t expecting Matteusz to walk in but he hadn’t the first time.

“Are you crying? Your eyes look red.”

“A fight. Another fight. We always fight and I hate it.” Charlie moved from behind the desk to comfort him. “Sometimes I worry that my farther is right; that there is something wrong with me.”

“There is nothing wrong with you. How could there be?” Charlie gently pulled his hands away from his face. “Matteusz, look at me. You have been visiting here for half a year because of him. It breaks my heart to see you cry. And it’s not just because I’m in love with you, it’s because you deserve so much better than horrible parents-”

“Charlie?” Matteusz interrupted.

“Did I go too far?”

“You said, you said, that you were in love with me.” Charlie felt his face warm up.

“It was an accident.”

“Did you mean it?” Matteusz asked. “Do you mean it?”

“Of course I meant it. How could I not? You’re so amazing. I see you cry and I’d do anything to stop you from feeling so sad. And if that isn’t love, I don’t know what is-”

“Charlie-”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to feel the same-”

“Charlie-”

“I wasn’t expecting you to-”

“Charlie!” Matteusz said, finally stopping his ramble. “Be quiet, please, for a moment.”

“Because I messed up everything?” He asked miserably.

“No, because it’s hard to kiss someone who’s talking.”

Charlie barely had time to process it before Matteusz leaned down and kissed him.

“For the record,” Matteusz said breathlessly, resting their heads together, “I’m in love with you too.”

Charlie smiled, noticing that it was raining again, before leaning up for a second kiss.  

~~~

co ci powiedziałem? - what did I tell you?

przepraszam - I’m sorry

dziękuję - thank you

CHAPTER 5

A/N: Wishing you all a Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays. Hope you enjoy. :D

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“I think that one looks lovely.”

I looked up to Charlie, phone in hand as it rested under her chin.

“You think?” I said pulling up the slinky silvery gown. I glanced into the mirror again turning to the side letting the dress drop and brushing my hand along my body. “I don’t know.” I cringed slightly.

We had been trying on dresses for the premieres of the movie that began in London in two days.

London was a long low cut and very fitted emerald dress. Japan a short white frilly dress with strong shoulders. But L.A the most important of the premiers was falling short of something to wear.

Turning in the mirror again I looked at the dress, as I did I noticed one of the stylists in the back of the room moving a rack of dresses.

“What about that one?” I said turning to her. She looked up startled. Slowly I walked over and motioned to a black dress covered in sequins and beads. The girl pulled it off the rack to display a noir strappy dress. Cautiously I reached to touch it looking to the girl holding it, wanting approval. This kind of dress was clearly special.

“It’s Elie Saab.” The girl spoke, as my fingertips brushed over the beadwork of floral patterns. The amount of detail on the dress was impeccable. This wasn’t fashion,  it was art. I stood touching the dress and trailing along its intricate detail.

“Let’s try on that one.” Charlie spoke.

We slipped on the new dress and I went to stand in front of the mirror.

I caught my breath. “Oh wow.”

The dress was absolutely mesmerising. The thin black straps on my shoulders were lightly detailed with black beads, right where my collarbones protruded. The fabric on the chest gathered from both sides into a twist in the middle of my chest, giving me a nice shape to my small curves. After the satin waistband, the fabric dress bloomed and hugged the hips. As the detail of the beadwork moved down lower the dress became sheerer and contained more volume. Showing the amount of contrast in the hand embroidery.

“That’s the one.” Charlie spoke. And this time I knew she wasn’t just saying that to get me to pick one. “Now, what shoes?” She directed to the stylist. A few of them came to me and slipped on shoes and jewellery.

As they swarmed around me I just watched myself in the mirror. That dress was made for beautiful people and I only wondered if I could ever possibly be one of those people.

“Alright.” We will come and grab you in about fifteen minutes and bring you backstage, Charlie spoke to me over the chattering.

I nodded and she quickly strolled off into the seating behind me.

The lights dimmed and the crowd started up again, the host for this year’s MTV Video Awards then introduced the next two award announcers and they came out onstage. Once announcing the winner the next performance came.

When the lights went out Charlie and a small crew of people swarmed to me. I followed them through the seating and into the back of the stage to join Charlie Puth who would be announcing the award with you.

The two of you made friendly small talk as you waited to be called out to stage. You were handed a card containing the winner inside. You passed it to Charlie. “Here. You can announce it if you like?” He passed it off saying that he was fine with you doing it. You kept it in your hands that began to grow sweaty. Charlie talking kept you distracted as you both waited.

The stage lights came on and you hear the host come again. She introduced the both of you for the next award. A man then began to push you off onto the stage as the music came over the venue playing Charlie’s song.

Both of you walked to mid-stage and mic came up along with a TelePrompTer. The lights were blinding up above so you were forced to smile down into the crowd. The crowd cheered for a while, the lines on the screen having to jump back numerous times. You had been given your lines before so you had a small idea of what they entailed. Charlie began speaking and you followed. You read off the TelePrompTer calmly, the lines were simple and you hardly needed them. Looking out into the audience numerous times confidently.

“And now the Nominees.” You read, giving a large smile as you waved your hand to the huge monitors behind you.

Both you and Charlie looked up as the video ran through. Suddenly your heart skipped. Shawn’s face came over the screen as his new music video released during the summer began to play in snippets. You had known he was here at the award show, but you had no idea that he was nominated for this award.

You looked away from the screen out to the crowd. It had been almost two months since the last time you had talked to him. For a very long time after the last phone call you had, you only hoped that you had been wrong and that Shawn had been just having a day. You hope he genuinely didn’t believe that you had been conspiring with Zach.  But all that hope was gone when you had communicated to Charlie to keep them updated on your schedule. She had contacted Andrew and had been given the cold shoulder when she presented the possibility of us getting together after these awards since the both of us would be in town.

“I’d give up on that.” Charlie told me. “Zach ruined it for you.”

I listened to her and had accepted that Shawn had bad feelings towards me. He had valid reasons for feeling the way he did. But I was still bitter, I hadn’t liked the way things had happened, and how he made me feel for it. I desperately didn’t like having someone dislike me for something that I never did, but there was nothing I could do.

My heart began to beat fast as I stood onstage and I felt uneasy. If Shawn were to win this award I wasn’t sure what I would do. I began to get scared at the idea. Different scenarios began to play in my head but were interrupted as Charlie leant closer to me. The video on the monitor changed.

Quickly I looked up to make my face too look more pleased. A small smile crossed my lips as Charlie spoke into the microphone. “And the award for Best Male Video goes too…”

He looked to me and I reached down to the card in my hand. My hand was shaking, nervous for what the black lettering inside would read. I opened up the card, my heart stopped.

I smiled up at the audience and spoke into the microphone. “Drake, Hotline Bling.”

Drakes song came over the audience and I watched as he got up from his seat in the distance. Looking out into the audience I realised Shawn was watching me. He had to be. This thought made me nervous again. Drake came up and gave me a hug as he accepted his award. I pretended to watch Drake as he spoke into the microphone but I was actually thinking about if I looked all right. Was I standing tall enough? Did I look slim enough, pretty enough? As much as I wanted to deny it, I was asking myself these things now because I knew two eyes out of the thousands in the room were watching me.

The rest of the award show went on without a hitch. At the end, I stood up and mingled with a few people around me before making my way into the back of the stage. Charlie escorted me.

This award show compared to the first one in July was very different. People now came up to me, rather than I to them. Fans in big cities would find me, or occasionally recognise me. Not often but more frequently photographers would know my locations and follow me.  Things had really progressed over the past few months since Zach had signed the contract release papers.

Charlie had done really well under the colossal amount of pressure she had been thrused into. She had landed me major interviews and photo shoots and gotten myself out of the ‘less desirable’ ones. She was a trailblazer, watching her within an intense situation was fascinating and majestic. She moved people like the Red Sea Crossing. I began to truly feel that she was everything I ever needed in a manager.

She had done a really great job for all the premiers, and she always informed me on the successes. Often she would send me reviews of the movie or snippets of E! News or Access Hollywood that were positive. The negative she also kept me up to date on as long as it was relevant.  

Two days before the Los Angeles premiere, my family flew down to see me. We all went out for a celebratory dinner for the movie since I had not been able to since filming. Mid-dinner Charlie had been scrolling through her phone because she hardly put it down. She began yelling in excitement and finally spat out that Singin’ in the Rain had been nominated for six Golden Gobles. One of the six was for me, for Best Actress in a Motion Picture – Comedy or Musical. Everyone at my table erupted in excitement, but I sat motionlessly.  It was one of those moments you always dreamed of. But when it happened nothing feels right. It doesn’t feel real. You always had an idea of what you would do during a moment like that, but all I could do was tell them to stop lying to me. Which they found assuming.

Ever since the nomination my popularity had taken lift off. People knew my name, they were asking for pictures, or just taking them. There was Oscar buzz around the movie and myself, however, nominations had not been voted for yet, and I fought to not get my hopes up.

Regardless, the movie had been doing very well, it wasn’t a blockbuster but it was wildly acclaimed, which was the only thing I ever wanted. The highest achievement for me.

So walking around backstage at the awards these few months later was radically different. After speaking with a few people and groups I stopped and began speaking with a director. After a minute or two, he informed me he was the director for Shawn’s music video. I got nervously uncomfortable but remained polite. We continued to talk for a while until I noticed a tall figure emerging from the crowd surrounding us.

“Hey.” Shawn said placing a hand on the man’s shoulder. My heart was pounding and my cheeks felt warm. The director turned and smiled brightly to Shawn. They asked how one another was doing before the director turned to me asking if Shawn knew me.

Shawn glanced at me for the first time since joining the conversation. His expression was awkward and hesitant. “Uh. Yeah, we know one another.”

I raised my eyebrows and gave a stiff smile.  The director seemed oblivious to the tension I was sensing from Shawn towards myself. Suddenly the director recognised someone behind me and waved to them, saying he needed to leave but said it was good to meet me. He left saying goodbye to Shawn before it was just myself and Shawn and alone, in the massive room of people.

We both stared at one another, I tried to remain neutral but my expression slowly hardened as we stared at one another. The tension was thick, and I refused to say anything. It only made me mad that he stood there looking at me so smug. It felt as if he had this power over me, and I didn’t like it one bit. I felt like an idiot for the past few months at my attempts to remain friendly only to be refused. The longer we stood there just looking silently at one another the more my anger and frustration grew.  Saying anything now would only make it worse.

However, I didn’t keep my mouth shut.

“I never used you.” I blurted out, my voice was hard. “I never knew about what Zach did until you did. Never once, ever, had my intentions been to use you to get ahead in my career. Because you know what. I never needed you.” The energy poured out, that I had pent up and kept in for the past few months. Shawn stared at me, he looked defensive, nonetheless, I didn’t care.

“I landed myself five episodes on a major T.V show as my first gig. I got myself cast as a lead role in a major production.” I spoke passionately, emphasising the ‘major production’. “Fuck I’ve been nominated for Golden Globe, for that movie. A Golden fucking Globe!  For a movie, I got cast in and filmed all before I had ever met you! I did all that myself before you. So you don’t get to look at me all smug with the satisfaction of thinking that somehow those few pictures launched my career.” I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry they happened. I’m sorry that my manager went behind my back and violated our privacy. But I had no idea. I would have liked to explain that to you but you never gave me the chance. Instead, you just made me feel like an idiot for trying. Which really fucking sucks you know?” I shook my head, waving my hand and looked away from him.

“But whatever, that doesn’t matter. All I wanted to say was that. I had no idea, and I’m sorry it happened.“ I paused. “And now that I finally got to say it, I can stop feeling guilty for something that I never even did.”

I looked up at him. He was looking to me, but his face was expressionless. I couldn’t read him. I stared into his big brown eyes, as the room chattered loudly around us, but found nothing. I went to say more opening my mouth but was cut off by Charlie saying my name.

“Photo op with Hailee Steinfeld.” She said touching my arm. I looked at her and then back to Shawn. Without saying a word I followed Charlie into the crowd, brushing past Shawn. Charlie pulled me in farther and farther before turning me around in the middle of the crowd.

“I thought I was supposed to take a picture?” I question looking around.

Charlie smiled. “No picture… yet. I just saw that conversation looked intense and thought I should intervene.”

Although I was annoyed for a moment I then felt grateful for Charlie, because the embarrassment from what I had done began to settle in.

“Shawn wants to meet me?” I spoke out loud as we stepped into the hotel elevator.

Charlie looked to me and gave me a side eye up from her phone. “What did he say?”

I looked down onto my phone and read the grey text bubble. “He just asked if I was free to get together to talk?”

“When?” Charlie asked as the elevator began to go up.

“Not sure.” As I began to type in that exact question for Shawn. But right as I hovered over send I stopped myself. “I don’t know if I want to go?”

Charlie gave me a look and shrugged her shoulders, but said nothing.

“I mean what would he want to talk about?” I had an idea about the topic obviously, but I didn’t know if the conversation would end pleasantly or not. The curiosity got me and I hit send. Shawn began to respond right away.

Are you free tonight?

Looking up to Charlie I answered her question. “Tonight?”

“Well, you’re free. But you’ve got an early morning. It’s up to you?”

We exited the elevator and walked down the hall in silence as I thought to myself.

“Yeah. I’m going to go.” I finally said as I put in my key to the door. Charlie stood next to me waiting for me. She nodded and without questions let me know what time we needed to leave the following morning. Once entering my room I texted Shawn asking for the location. He answered back right away.

Quickly I slipped out of my dress from the award show and hung it up on a hanger rack. I put on a pair of jeans and a cosy sweater, the New York nights were chilly. It reminded me of Canada, which I found comforting. I put on my black trench coat and left for the addresses Shawn gave me. I hoped the few fans outside the hotel when I had come in had left, so I could walk the six blocks north. As I walked out into the cool October air, I ducked my head and sneaked myself past the concierge. I caught a glimpse of a few girls young girls, but they seemed to be paying no attention. Once out of sight I lifted my head and made my way through the streets. Within fifteen minutes I had made it to the small bagel and coffee house that advertised they were open late.  

Walking around I looked for Shawn, but didn’t see him. I took a seat off to the centre of the room at a booth. A waiter came and asked for an order, I requested coffee, cream and sugar. As I waited, I watched the people in the room with me. It was half-past twelve in the morning and I found the people in the room with me interesting. I wondered why they were up, and here no less. Did they work evenings or nights, and were here for something to eat before or after their shift? Were they night owls or just couldn’t sleep? I watched a few of them for awhile before the door opened and Shawn walked inside. He stood tall at the door looking for me. I looked at him calmly, as my heart skipped a beat when I saw him. As much as I lied to myself, he took my breath away for all the wrong reasons.

His eyes scanned the room and finally met with mine. He didn’t smile and nor did I. As he walked to me I kept my expression calm and open. He came and stood at the side of the booth.

“Hi.” He said hesitantly.

I looked up to him, feeling my lashes touch my lids. “Hi.” I answered, my voice serene. We looked at one another for a moment before Shawn placed his hands on the table to slide in. As he did I looked down nervously and took a deep breath. I didn’t look up until I had to. I pressed my lips together as I looked up.

He looked nice but nervous. I found this interesting. His cheeks were rosy from the cold, hair a little messy and fluffy. We both looked at one another saying nothing. I was extremely awkward, so I was thankful when the waiter came to bring me my coffee. He asked if Shawn wanted anything.

Shawn looked up at the waiter, his long lashes fluttering and then back to my coffee. “Coffee.” He finally stuttered.

I dragged myself away from his eyes and began to pour cream and sugar into my coffee. As I placed my spoon in the cup, I looked up to Shawn. His hands were in one another on the table, he looked down to them uncomfortably. His Columbia jacket bunched up at his shoulders. For the first time, he looked small to me.

He sighed uncomfortably and reluctantly looked up to me. I stared him in the eyes, unsure of what to do. He sat still looking at me.

Seeing that he wasn’t planning to speak. I reached for my coffee. “So, what did you want to meet about?” I spoke gently before taking a sip.

“Uh, well.” He paused as I place my coffee back on the table. He watched me as I held the warmth in my hands. He remained silent for much longer. “I wanted to say I was sorry.”

He played with the silver ring around his middle finger nervously. I waited for him to say more.

“I shouldn’t have been rude to you.” His eyes fluttered up, showing his dark brown eyes. “I realise now I was wrong to do that. I never gave you the chance to explain or even prove it wasn’t you. I just jumped to conclusions and made assumptions.” He paused, looking at me sincerely. “I’m really sorry.”

Then he looked away from my gaze, and I looked away as well to the table apprehensively. “It’s alright,” I spoke. “I don’t blame you. I understand.” I began to fiddle with my thumbs. Having Shawn sitting here so nervously made me feel very guilty for how I had behaved earlier.

“I’m actually sorry for how I behaved earlier.” I looked up to him, and he was looking at me intensely, his eyes big. He looked like a small child looking up to their parents while being scolded. I sighed and shook my head. “I don’t blame you for thinking I was a part of it. I think I was just frustrated because you had the wrong idea of me. And I didn’t want that.”

I leant back in the booth chair. “Because as much as I don’t want to admit it. I give a shit what you think about me.”

For a long time, we sat in silence and I refused to look up but eventually I did. Shawn was looking to me. His expression more relaxed. We looked at one another waiting for the other to say something, but the longer we went without speaking the more the grin on our lips grew. It grew and grew until it was a laugh.

“Maybe we should just start over.” I said my giggle fading away.

Shawn smiled across the table. “I like that idea.”

We both sat awkwardly. He then leant forward on the table. “So how do we do that?”

I shook my head smiling. “I have no idea?”

We looked again to one another, both grinning awkwardly. The waiter then came and placed Shawn coffee on the table.

I reached out to the waiter. “Oh excuse me. Could we actually get that to go?” Shawn looked to me confused as the waiter took the coffee away.

“What?” Shawn questioned.

“Go with it.” I smiled at him mischievously. “I have somewhere I’ve been wanting to go.”

Shawn looked at me cautiously.

I raised a brow playfully. “Better than sitting her awkwardly looking at one another.”

His cheeks filled as he grinned, but he said nothing more.

Quickly I looked up directions as the waiter brought back a cup for myself and Shawn’s coffee in a cup. I placed my coat back on and we left out into the door.

“Where are we going?” Shawn asked as he walked next to me. He placed his free hand into his jacket pocket.

“Just go with it.” I smiled. “And don’t judge me on how cheesy it is.”

Shawn narrowed his eyes. “Are we going to Times Square?”

I looked at him embarrassed. “Yes…” I answered slowly. He began to laugh. “Am I really that predictable?” I asked throwing my head back.

“Yes.” Shawn joked giving me a nudge with his arm.

I stopped in my tracks and threw up my hands playfully. “Well, now it’s ruined.”

Shawn stopped walking with me and turned to me. As he spoke white clouds came from his mouth. “No. It’s not.” Bouncing on his toes he began to move ahead. He turned around walking backwards hand still in pockets and smiled to me when I hadn’t followed him. “C’mon.” I smiled and quickly jogged to meet up with him to begin our walk.

“By the way, congratulations on the Golden Globe Nomination!” Shawn said turning to me turning his shoulders towards me and taking a sip of his coffee.

I smiled brightly at him and then shyly looked away. “Oh thank you.”

Shawn looked forward and smiled. “That’s pretty amazing.”

I looked forward too. “Yeah it is, isn’t it. A little surreal.” I turned to him. “I’m sorry I threw that at you earlier.” I said moments later, once remember what I had said to him earlier.

Shawn told me not to worry about it and reminded me that we were starting anew. We talked a few more blocks north entering into the Theatre District, talking about work and his tour. I liked how passionately he talked about his tours and songs.

“Oh, there it is.” I said as we walked up the block. I could faintly see a lot of bright lights. We walked up the rest of the block before entering on to the beginning of Times Square. I kept going on about how amazing it was. It was nothing like I had imagined. It was a little dirty and some parts were blocked off with construction. But looking up and seeing all the lights was amazing, like another world.

The both of us crossed the street and I began to take pictures, as I did I felt Shawn watching me. We walked around and then walked up big red steps, joining many others who were doing the same as I.

“Wow, this is so pretty.” I said for what was probably the twentieth time.

Shawn looked up and round. The yellow and red lights colouring his skin and eyes. “Yeah it is.” He smiled. I watch him, caught within his allure.

“I played here once.” He spoke a few moments later.

Wide eyed I turned to him. “You did?”

He turned to me, his smile big. “Yeah just down there.” He pulled out his arm from his pocket and pointed down to the end of the steps, before turning and smiling at me. “It was a long time ago.” He paused and looked down to the spot he had pointed out. “Two years actually.”

He looked to me again and I smiled but said nothing.

As I continued to take pictures, Shawn joined me.

“Oh, Shawn look!” I said pointing to an advertisement on a big screen. It was for Shawn’s album.

Shawn looked at me confused before following to where I was pointing to. He smiled brightly as he recognised it. “Oh wow.” He whispered as I watched him look out.

We stood a few moments before Shawn turned to me frantically and bright eyed. He quickly brought up his phone. “Here can you take a picture?”

I quickly took the phone from him and he posed for the photo. I quickly zoomed in to get him and the screen with his album cover on it. He smiled and even through the small phone screen with all bright lights his smile was still the thing that stood out the most. He looked so much like a small child posing for a picture. I tapped my finger on the circle multiple times, and then zoomed out and got a few more.

I smiled and looked up to him to signal I had gotten the shot.

“Got it?” He asked.

I nodded and lowered the phone expecting he would walk towards me and take it. But instead, he looked back to the sign. He stood watching. Lifting his phone and took one last picture without him knowing. His silhouette blocking out the lights. I caught his advertisement just past his figure and took a few pictures. Seconds later the advertisement disappeared.  Shawn turned his lips pressed together in a happy grin. He came close to me and took the phone from me, our hands brushing. Our eye locked just for a moment, as we touched, the warmth of our breathing creating plumes of white. I looked away and released the phone into his waiting hand. He then opened the phone still standing close. I looked away, pretending my attention was not on him.

We spend about another ten minutes in the middle of the square before I looked at my phone. It was getting closer to two in the morning. “I probably should go back.” I said hesitantly. “I’ve got an early morning.”

“Oh, yeah for sure.” Shawn said shaking his head as if to say not to worry. “Let me at least walk you back to your hotel.”

I insisted he didn’t need to walk me back but he persisted. Eventually, I got him to settle on taking the Subway with me since the closest station was just half a block down the street from my hotel, and his hotel was along the southbound line as well.

“Sorry, I didn’t pick a less predictable place to check out.” I spoke as we stepped up onto the kerb after crossing the street.

“Don’t worry. Everyone has to see it for the first time eventually.”  

Shawn shook his coffee cup which was empty and signalled for mine, which was almost finished but now cold. I handed it to him and he threw it in the trash before he returned to my side.

“So this is your first time in New York?” He asked, before taking the hood of his jacket and covering his cute fluffy hair. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked to me.

“Uh. No. I’ve come a few times but I’ve never gotten the time to really explore.” We took a few more steps. “What about you? Have you been able to check out the city?”

He grinned looking up into the sky. “A little. I’ve been a few times. Gotten to see some places.”

I looked up brightly. “Tell me.”

“Madison Square Garden was amazing.” He smiled.

I rolled my eyes to him playfully.

He smiled and gave a laugh. “What?”

I smiled gently. “Of course you would say that.”

Shawn shrugged and looked away. But said nothing more.

“Well,” I said and he looked up eyes bright and listening. “Tell me more. What was so great about it?”

Shawn turned to me, the way he smiled from my wanting to know more was beyond gratifying. He began to ramble on about the concert he had performed there. As he spoke, he grew in excitement, at some points he talked so fast from topic to topic, I hardly knew what he was saying. However, instead of listening to what he was talking about I found myself more consumed with him and how much enthusiasm he had. I tried to keep up my expressions, encouraging him to talk more.

“MSG is still my favourite.” He finished as we grew closer to the station. “I want to see more. But obviously, that’s hard to do sometimes.”

I nodded understanding what he was implying.

We finally reached the station and walked down waiting on the platform for the train.

“When are you free next?” Shawn asked rocking on his toes.

I burrowed my brows and looked to the platform trying to think of my schedule. “I don’t know actually,” I said looking up. “I’m going to be in L.A for the next few months. I’ve got some work down there for a while.”

Shawn raised his eyebrow playfully. “Work?”

I knew he was pressing for specifics, but I played along giving a teasing grin, swinging my shoulders side to side. “Yes, work.”

We stared at one another for a few moments, but I gave in. “New movie.”

“Well, that’s exciting.”

I grinned. “Yeah. It is.”

Just then we could hear the train coming into the station. We looked at it and then back to one another before stepping closer to the edge of the platform. The train blew by fast making my hair swirl around me. I looked up to Shawn his fluffy hair was also swirling at his forehead. I grinned quickly before looking away so he wouldn’t catch me.

Opening the door for the cart we entered inside and stood to hold onto the pole in the middle. I held on close to it and Shawn did too. It became painfully obvious to me how close we were together, I felt Shawn standing tall over me, but I never stepped away. We looked to one another. I looked too long and I knew it. But being so close I began to see things about him I never noticed before. There was a small shallow scar on his cheek, his eyes were much lighter closer up, and I couldn’t help but notice how gentle his lips looked, even though they were a little chapped. Suddenly the train jolted forward, forcing us to look away from one another to catch our footing. We kept our eyes away from one another as we pulled forward.

“Well if I’m in town while you’re free would you want to get together?” Shawn spoke as the train left the station.

I looked up and grinned. “Yeah, that would be good.” I paused and looked away feeling that I had looked at Shawn too long again, but it could have also been due to how close our faces were.  “Keep me updated on where you’re at.”

We stood silently in the middle of the train holding onto the pole until we pulled into the next station.

I spoke breaking the long silence. “I’m glad we met tonight. Settled everything.”

Shawn grinned standing tall, his eyes looking down to me. “I am too.”

We said nothing more. Unsure of what to say. Pretending to watch the concrete walls of the tunnel pass by, while we stood so close to one another. I wanted to say something, anything, but couldn’t find words. After what felt a very long time I saw the light from the next station in the distance. We both watched as we pulled into the station fast.

I looked up to Shawn. “Well, keep me updated.” The train slowed right down and I held on tight to the pole.

“I will.” Shawn spoke quietly.

For the last time, I looked up through my lashes and smiled to Shawn, keeping my lips tightly together. He did the same.

The train came to a complete stop and taking a deep breath I let go of the pole. “Bye Shawn.” I spoke as I brushed around him.

I heard him say goodbye as I reached for the door. It opened and I stepped out a few steps on the platform, leaving all my empty word with him.

I heard Shawn call my name and turned to look at him. He stood in the cart still holding onto the pole but facing me. The lights inside the cart, lighting him up brightly in the underground station. He smiled and raised his hand in a wave, right before the doors closed.

I grinned brightly and raised my hand to him. We stood on opposite sides of the plexiglass doors staring at one another as I lowered my hand. A ding came through the platform and the train slowly pulled forward. Slowly he was pulled away. We watch one another as long as possible until he and the train disappeared into the dark tunnel, taking my breath with them.

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anonymous asked:

What do you make of Cait saying they'll be in SA for a little more than another month? They are shooting the finale and they need more than 4 weeks? WTF? Or do they ADR in SA as well and that take so much time? The production time seems to be completely OTT compared to other shows with the same quality. I don't get it. They seem a bit inefficient.

Hello Anon! Now, I know this is going to shock people (lol), but I really do think this is the most inefficient and ass-backwards production. I don’t get it. Weather isn’t a problem. I don’t want to hear about how boats are difficult (I’ll save you the “Black Sails managed just fine” rant) or there’s more CGI. I love Cesar but he is at the pool and/or playing with penguins and seals almost daily, according to his Instagram. Sam has spent a shit ton of time at Roark gyms or doing Barbour shoots. Sorry but I can’t help but side eye this. Because when you give fans nothing about your day job, yet you can constantly update about your side projects, this is what happens—they scrutinize and speculate about where your focus is. Caitriona is certainly not exempt from this scrutiny either.

They probably decided to take their sweet ass time once they found out they weren’t coming back until September—and they’ve probably known that for a while. Anyways, maybe they’re saving time for any pickups that might be necessary. Because it’s probably not feasible to go back and shoot those in South Africa, as compared to Scotland—like they did with episode 208. Charlie Hiett, who plays Captain Leonard, is on his way back to SA, probably for pickups or reshoots. I think ADR can be done anywhere. Sam did it in LA for Season 2. Fun fact: According to Ron’s podcast, the one person who does the most ADR is Sam in order to tone down the Highland accent. They can get rid of voiceover for the second half of the season, IMO, once it’s a shared narrative post-reunion. It’s not really necessary. Show, don’t tell. Kthxbye.

All I have to say is the premiere and finale better be a substantially extended episodes—all of Season 3 should be, frankly. Ron should never have mentioned on his podcast that Starz is pretty generous in run time. There’s absolutely no excuse for cutting down scenes.

some favorite quotes:

“my long hair like a spillage of blue ink, and I was, playing girlfriend, playing secretary, sexpot, writer. beneath it all I was a farm girl, watching locusts devour the crops, wondering what all the fuss was about.”

-Diane Seuss

“all this, all life, is reduced to stair railings.”

-Sylvia Plath

“of course loss is the great lesson…”

-Mary Oliver

“the old horror that is nothing.”

-Robert Hass

“now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.”

-John Steinbeck

“i’m here. i went away but i’m back now and nothing else matters.”

-Sarah Kane

“i don’t blame the yard for not existing.”

-Anne Cecelia Holmes

“nothing is a joke with me. it just all comes out like one.”

-Lorrie Moore

“to truly laugh, you have to be able to take your pain, and play with it.”

-Charlie Chaplin

“i changed by not changing at all.”

-[Pearl Jam]