tv meme: 8 relationships · jackson avery & april kepner “I love you, April. I always have. I love everything about you. Even the things I don’t like, I love. And I want you with me. I love you, and I think that you love me too. Do you?”
American Graffiti marked the first of Harrison Ford’s many collaborations with George Lucas, and the very first substantial role in his movie career.
Even though all the actors were supposed to be playing teenagers, Ford, 30 at the time, was the oldest cast member in a group whose ages ranged from 12 to 27.
He initially turned down the role after they offered him 485 dollars a week for it, claiming he could make twice as much as a carpenter, his day job at the time. He eventually accepted when the original offer was raised by just 15 dollars.
Falfa famously wore a cowboy hat after Ford himself refused to cut his hair in a ‘60s crew cut, feeling the part was too small and it was not worth the trouble of having to grow it back out for potential future parts.
it comes out hoarse, uneven. even he has to take a moment to register what he’d said; brain falling behind a few paces, struggling to catch up as the boy altered between quickly processing and regaining the breath he’d lost in his hazy confession. or, rather, rant? he can’t remember spilling any particularly crucial words, or blatantly admitting —— besides the extensive metaphors and unnecessarily long necessary list of all the great qualities of jeremy fuckin’ h/eere —— to anything that didn’t need to be admitted. it takes michael a second that he hasn’t actually answered jeremy at, and instead of doing that, he’s just sitting there blankly in the comfort of his basement while expectant eyes remain focused on him. way too focused. way too ——
and he’s just quiet, staring at jeremy and trying to come up with something to say —— some…some clever joke, about how he wasn’t being serious and it was all obviously just the high talking. but this pause, that drifts awkwardly between them, only strengthens and further renders him incapacitated. even if he did try, he’s already thinking up a thousand ways jeremy could easily swat them away, which really isn’t helping his case here at all and he’s only wasting more time, only dawdling on giving that one, tiny, painfully simple answer.
one word. one syllable. twelve years.
it’s so easy. and yet, part of him would rather just disappear than admit that his ramblings (his godforsaken, half-awake, and more than a little stoned ramblings), of praise and adoration and unadulterated honesty contained any sense of —— uh, well…unadulterated honesty. but it was like, at the same time, why would he ever pass up a chance to make jeremy feel good about himself? that was essentially what he lived for! being a confidence booster for his player two and encouraging him through and through was not only his job as his friend, but something he enjoyed. so why was this way harder than it needed to be?
there’s a voice in the back of his head that tells him to just change the subject. or act stupid and pretend he totally didn’t say a word or play dead or something.
(and yet, it’s so easy.)
❛ shit, man, ❜ michael giggled absentmindedly, slumping back into his beanbag, ❛ whaaat, you think i’m playin’ with you? you know i can’t lie to you, dude. ❜ and then, crossing his heart in one loose motion, eyes fluttering closed, he droned, ❛ i meant every word. for real. ❜ never mind the minuscule voice crack in those last two words, or the way his arms failed to be entirely steady even as they fell back to his sides, fingers gripping the controller in his lap tentatively; or his famous lopsided grin, which wavered evidently once he’d finished talking, somewhat lacking that trademark brightness he made so sure to hold close.
(he still wants to die, and that is something he is all for admitting.)
At the beginning, Arya was just the first role I ever landed, but now as I’m growing up, she’s become such a wonderful person on television for people to watch. And I’m so thrilled I get to be a part of that. I think she’s a fantastic role model for girls. There is no gender stereotype, you can do with your life as you please. – Maisie Williams
My darling boy!! ☆★☆★☆ I’m currently rewatching German dubbed Detective Conan (I’m watching One Billion Yen Robbery Case right now!). It’s glorious and makes me very happy! For many reasons Detective Conan is as important to me as Harry Potter probably is to a lot of people…!