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A Helping Hand

Sometimes, however, no words are needed. During a night shoot, one of the twins playing Jax’s son Abel, Evan and Ryder Londo, was asleep in Hunnam’s arms when Tommy Flanagan (Chibs) noticed Charlie’s shoe was untied. “Just watching Tommy go down to tie it — this picture moves me,” Rossi says. “It goes back to family and this blue-collar/working actor mentality. We’re always there for each other. Nobody said anything. It was just, sure, that’s what we do. It’s one of my favorite photos.”

Image Credit: THEO ROSSI for EW

http://www.ew.com/gallery/sons-anarchy-through-theo-rossis-lens/660179_helping-hand

10/13/2013

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A FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN HAPPY:

A FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN SAD:

A FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMETHING THEY WANT:

A FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEIR BERSERK BUTTON IS PUSHED:

A FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMEONE THEY DISLIKE:

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The SKWAD: Killer Croc. A.K.A. Waylon Jones. King of Gotham’s Sewers. (Also my Crocodile son… Who has done nothing wrong ever, in his life.)

“Do not attempt to feed.” Suicide Squad (2016)

anonymous asked:

Um hey can I just say I love your writing!? Also I'm very curious as to what you can do with no. 13 Lady Gaga AU.

Con’t: I forgot to mention the pairing :P no.13 for Solangelo? Or Princess Diaries for Solangelo? Cause I love em cheesy!


Paparazzi, No. 13, Solangelo

Nico wakes up, first thing in the morning, to a text from Annabeth saying, Olympus Gallery, 5pm.

He scowls at his phone. Well, that wasn’t cryptic at all. He texts back, I’m not your chauffeur, but never gets a reply, so he spends the rest of his time doing the dishes and regretting every decision that led him to being friends with Annabeth and Percy. But that’s a common occurrence, so at 5pm he’s sighing and shrugging on a jacket and googling where the hell this stupid “Olympus Gallery” is.

Annabeth’s waiting outside, face blank, and Nico scowls. She didn’t even doubt that he would come to her beck and call. Nico was kind of hoping that he gave off the whole, death and gloom, intimidating vibe, but with the way Annabeth and Percy treat him, it’s more like an excited puppy. But then again, Percy and Annabeth nearly coined the word intimidation. Even now, guys and girls alike eye up Annabeth and give her a wide berth, though years of reading through Annabeth’s poker face just says that she’s mildly irritated, not plotting murder.

“You’re late,” she says, as soon as she sees him, and he rolls his eyes.

“I don’t really care. As I said. I’m not your chauffeur.”

Because this is Annabeth, she doesn’t get riled up at all, just rolls her eyes and drags him into the gallery.

As soon as Nico steps in, he stops short. “What the fuck.”

Annabeth nods. “I know.”

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