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So I accidentally fell in love with the Halo series. Idly gave it a try on a recent trans Atlantic flight and found myself immediately caught up in it by the first episode. The fact I was a little high no doubt helped. Watched half of it on flight to Europe and then the rest on return trip home. Very happy with... everything? But, I mean, it is exactly what it says on the label-- a TV show inspired by a video game.
Have minimal exposure to the game-- obviously have played a round or two of multiplayer here and there. Enough that I could recognize the weapons and the equipment.
Bounding it to the confines and expectations of 'video game made into TV series' -- I enjoyed the acting (especially by Spartans, Soren, and folks on Madrigal), was fine with narrative stakes, thought things 'made sense', was quite pleased with the costuming/special effects/props, and was particularly impressed with the fighting. The choreography of the fight sequences felt robust (and kinda' makes me want to re-watch some of it again) and the occasional switch of POV always amuses (I'll forever remain fond of that brief segment in the 2005 Doom movie)
Tragically my only quibble was an intense, near irrational dislike of Dr Halsey, which makes no sense given my taste in characters!! I should have loved that bitch! I'm ashamed to admit I think the actress's youth and good(?) looks soured me on her-- should have been older and less Hollywood looking? Someone like Fiona Shaw or Dolly Wells?
Anyway, season 2 drops Feb 8th on Paramount+, which we normally don't have a subscription to... am... unsure if this will cause me to renew it... TBD
#Pablo Schreiber sure is pretty to look at#doesn't actually inspire lustful thoughts but is pleasing to admire#don't make fun of me but I actually really like his character arc so far#was hard to go online afterwards and find the show so throughly slammed/disliked...#( đ thank you OP for the pretty pretty gifs )
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Okay i have time to write what I wanted now!!
This is so cute so so so freaking cute!! Owen being dejected when Shawn didn't shake his hand like SHAWNNNN!? don't U dare! And yeah Diesel fainted after the phone call broke cause tf you mean you're gonna be late, in a weird ass town and now your phone is dead!? And Bret was definitely checking out Shawn - like 'damn what's this slim thicc twink in the tight ahh shirt doingggg' đ and then bro locked in when he realised it was the family home LMFAO like 'AH! đš WHAT U DOING IN MY FAMILY LIVING ROOM?!' like bro calm down you was busy staring him down he had time to do smt like tf he travel in some designer Gucci to rob yo ass for?? đ€š
Shawn and Bret having that little time outside and Shawn not mentioning his job like he is doing some devious shit, ahhh love it. I also love the eluding to the drug use because like it's Shawn's perspective ofc he will not use the 'actual terms' because that makes it more real, more consequential đ so yeah we call it them things worse than cigs that gets you going.
Shawn = The fame, love and money > stalkers, weird ass coworkers/bosses, etc etc
^ he baby fr, thank goodness Diesel is there for him and now I'm pretty sure Bret.
OP your pacing is great really, love the whole thought out process for the story because COWBOY BRETTTT đ©đ AND CITYBOY SHAWNNNNNNN!??? YESSSS!
So fucking excited for how this story pans out.
Hartbreak Ranch Chapter 2
AN: Chapter 2 has finally arrived after a massive delay!! Not much romance going on so far for the two, BUT, it is getting there, I'm trying to not get too impatient, but gotta build it up... ;D If you'd like to be tagged in this series, please let me know as well! :)
TW: foul language, addiction mention as well as drugs mentioned (lightly)
Word count: 3.4k
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âWho the hell are you? What are you doing in my home?â.
The voice rang out through the living room as Shawn stood still as a statue. It was an odd situation. Shawn was in the middle of the room, in the middle of nowhere, by himself. He didnât exactly blend in either, he couldnât have been an âneighbourâ just coming to borrow some sugar. By any sane personâs mind, they would have thought he was trying to rob them. Shawn knew he should have answered by now, but his mind was elsewhere⊠Mostly admiring the cowboy in front of him.
âOh uhh.. I-.. Well..-â Shawn stuttered out before being interrupted by the man who now stood in the doorway, his warm chocolate eyes now holding a dangerous glare.Â
âSpit it out, I donât need a story. Name and what the hell are you doing in my homeâ the guy repeated with a slight hiss, aggression now starting to build up in his tone as he moved towards Shawn.Â
This was all that Shawn needed to reply back as quick as possible. He had dealt with plenty of fights before. But, that was with a bodyguard who knew about his bad temper and sharp tongue. Cowboys werenât his forte to fight with either..
âSorry! Right, Iâm Shawn, Iâm guessing your brother, Owen, brought me here!â Shawn blurted out quickly, not risking to anger the other.
Shawn was praying that Owen would return fast, especially as the man stared Shawn down. It was hard to figure out what he was thinking, especially as the guy stayed quiet. Was he gonna punch Shawn? Beat him up? Or perhaps Kiss him?... Probably not the last one. The blond really needed to stop watching those romance films at 2AM.Â
The doubtful look Shawn was given was surely about to seal his fate. His money winner face (literally) was about to get decked by an attractive, muscular guy and thrown out into the middle of nowhere again. Shawn backed up slightly, trying to give himself a bit of space in case things turned, however, fate was clearly on his side for once as he heard Owenâs chirpy voice from behind.
âBret! Didnât know youâd be here yet,â Owen laughed out as he walked over with a grin, oblivious to the growing tension in the room, âShawn here is just stayinâ with us for a few days, I felt awful leaving him in town⊠His car had broken down and you know how far the closest motel isâ.
Bret, which Shawn just learnt the man-who-was-gonna-beat-his-ass name was, stared at Shawn one last time before those same dangerous eyes softened as they looked at Owen.Â
âYou have too much of a soft heart, Owen⊠You know how I feel about bringing strangers homeâ Bret lightly scolded Owen, although Bret did receive an odd stare from his brother. One that clearly read that he didnât actually know what the other was talking about at all.
âDonât be such a grump, Ma and Pa donât mind people being here.. Or well at least Ma doesnât,â Owen chuckled out before looking at Shawn, âOh! Sorry Shawn, this is my brother, Bret, donât mind him, he can be quite the grouch after a long dayâ.
Once again, Bret and Shawn stared at each other, the tension building once again.Â
âNice to meet ya, Bretâ Shawn hummed out trying to break the ice, however, his attempt was pushed away as Bret walked towards the kitchen instead, mumbling under his breath something about âlemonadeâ. Owen gave Shawn a small pitiful smile,
âLike I said, donât mind him, I donât know whatâs up with himâŠâ, Owen glanced over his shoulder to look in the direction Bret went before huffing and turning back to the blond, âAnyways.. Let me take you to the guests room!â.
Heading upstairs with suitcase in hand, Shawn followed after the cheerful man. The next floor of the house continued the rustic, homey feeling, having plenty of family photos dotted around, however this time, flowers in vases decorated the hallway on small, pine cabinets. Lavenders, some roses and a few other flowers that Shawn didnât know were blooming from the elegant vases, filling the area with a soft, relaxing and refreshing aroma. There were five different doors, one on the left that was white with painted pink flowers and âDianaâ painted delicately across it, another next to it was a pine door with painted on sunflowers, the third was a dark mahogany door with simple gold detailing. Across those doors were two other doors, one was a double door, clearly the master bedroom, and the furthest away was just a simple pine door. Owen guided Shawn past the doors until they reached the plain pine door. He opened the door with a soft smile,Â
âThis will be your room, if you need any blankets let me know⊠If you need me, my door is the one with the sunflowersâ, Owen hummed slightly, trying to think if there was anything else he needed to tell the other. âIâll knock on when supper is doneâ With one last smile, Owen left Shawn to get comfortable, heading to his own room.
The black boots Shawn wore clicked softly against the wooden floor as he entered the room that heâd call âhomeâ for the next few days. Compared to the rest of the house that the model had seen, this room felt rather⊠empty. There weren't any family photos, there weren't any carefully embroidered pillows or even any bright colours. Instead, the room had a simple double bed in the centre of the room, leaned against the right empty wall, the bedding was a cool white with a few fluffy pillows that looked like they were brand new and untouched. Two bedside tables laid beside the bed, both having a pull-cord lamp and one had a singular alarm clock that seemed to echo in the room. Next to the bed, there was another closed door which Shawn assumed was the bathroom. On the opposite side of the room, there were two panel doors, which once again, Shawn assumed was a wardrobe. A lounge chair sat in the corner of the room with a small table next to it, however there was nothing on it. No flowers, no leftover mug of coffee. This room truly felt abandoned, almost lonely compared to the rest of the house that Shawn saw. The only thing that was rather interesting to look at was the window which showed off the large farm from behind. He could see a few roaming animals around as well as an old barn by a few, large trees.
A soft huff left Shawnâs lips as he leaned his suitcase against the wall, admiring the view he had, âJust a few days⊠thatâs all..â he quietly reminded himself.
Getting himself situated in the room didnât take too long at all. Shawn had hung up his clothes which he deemed werenât entirely appropriate to wear at a farm, his extra pair of shoes were lined up in the wardrobe, and he had made sure his cigs and bottle of vodka was hidden away in one of the bedside tables. He was gonna save them for when he met up with Ramon, Kid and Diesel, but desperate times called for desperate measures if he needed them. He even had some âextraâ measures hidden in his cig packs as well, something that relaxed him more than the cigs. But that was for extreme desperate times. Or fun times. Shawnâs shampoo and conditioner was lined up in the bathroom right next to his cherry and vanilla scented body wash, his hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste was also placed on the sink as well. It felt mostly like home now. Although, there was a small problem. Or well, two small problems. One was that there was no TV, did these people live like cavemen? And the second, his phone was getting pretty low and there was no plug socket.. He had double checked the whole room just to make sure! There was none behind the bedside tables, there was none behind the chair that could be hidden, there wasnât even one in the bathroom!Â
Staring at his phone screen, he weighed out his options. He could ignore his phone, save up the battery⊠But  having Diesel panic and get on his ass? Yeah, he needed to phone up his bodyguard. Shawn paced around the room as he held the phone to his ear, listening to the ringing before that familiar gruff voice appeared as Diesel picked up.
âShawn? Everything alright? Are you at your hotel?â The questions instantly rang in from the protective man which made Shawn awkwardly chuckle.
âYeaah⊠About thatâŠâ
âShawn, please donât tell me youâre lostâ
The blond chewed on his bottom lip nervously, âWell⊠Not exactly lost⊠I mean, I donât know where the fuck I amâŠâ he started, âBut donât panic! Iâm safe, Iâm all good, just gonna be late for the photoshoot, yâknow?â.
A deep sigh filled Shawnâs ear from the otherside of the phone, he could tell that Diesel was rubbing his temple.
âTelling me to not panic makes me panic more⊠and how late are you talking about?â the bodyguard questioned.
âWell, maybe a day or two⊠or more⊠I donât know âkay?! My damn car broke down, but this guy is fixinâ it upâ Shawn mumbled out before moving the phone away from his ear as he knew what was going to happen.
âYOUR CAR BROKE DOWN?! I KNEW I SHOULD'VE DROVE YOU HERE!â the voice bellowed down the phone as Shawn played with a strand of his silky hair. âJesus fucking Christ Shawn, just-.. Are you at least somewhere safe?â Diesel asked with a loud huff.
Shawn moved the phone back to his ear before speaking, âYeah, Iâm safe, my phone is probably gonna die though, just gotta find somewhere to char-â
âAND YOUR PHONE IS ABOUT TO DIE?!â
A small hiss left Shawnâs lips as Dieselâs voice picked up again, âLet me finish my sentence, asshole! Givinâ me a goddamn headache, I get your point!â Shawn tried to argue back but the model was greeted by silence. âDiesel?â He hummed out, â... Big Sexy??â Shawn continued, believing the other was being petty enough to give him the silent treatment, âKevin???â. Finally, Shawn glanced at his phone being greeted by a dead screen, âFUCK!â he hissed out in anger, throwing the phone on the bed without a care. Just what he needed. His phone dead, Diesel being pissed off and probably thinking he was dead⊠Shit, he really needed a smoke.
Grabbing his pack of smokes and his trusty lighter, Shawn made his way out of the room and down the stairs before making his way outside. He had no idea if they let people smoke on their property, they probably didnât, but he was desperate for a fix. Standing outside of the house, Shawn took out one of the cigs and placed it between his thin lips before flicking his lighter a few times to produce a small flame. He held it under the cig before he breathed in deeply, relishing in the feeling of the harsh smoke filling his lungs before blowing it out of his lungs. The familiar taste of menthol was one that was always calming, something he had always chosen as a young teen, they were the cheapest, but they were perfect in his eyes. Sure, he enjoyed a good cigar, it made him feel confident- almost unstoppable. But a Marlboro blue cigarette? Nothing could beat that feeling of a soft burn, it reached an itch that some would call an addiction, but Shawn called it self-soothing. Another puff of smoke left his lips as he glanced around the farm. The sun was already starting to set. It was rather beautiful to see, watching pinks and oranges blur together as the sun started to dip behind the horizonâŠ
Shawn was thrown out of his thoughts at the sound of footsteps behind him and a low voice filling his ears again.
âIf youâre gonna smoke, at least have an ashtray nearbyâ Bret mumbled out as he placed a ceramic ashtray on the edge of the patio fence, â...Everything alright? I heard yellingâ Bret continued as he stood at the top of the patio stairs.
Shawn turned around, cig still gently dangling from his lips, his baby blues meeting the warm chocolate ones in a stare, âI didnât expect you to have one⊠But yeah, Iâm fine, just peachy..â he huffed out, his eyes going to the floor as he kicked at a bit of dirt on the ground. He took another drag from his cig before moving over near the patio to flick off the ash that lingered on the edge into the ashtray.Â
âMhm, sure, peachy,â Bret answered back, his warm eyes never leaving Shawnâs lean figure. Shawnâs baby blues glanced back up at Bret, fidgeting slightly. He wasnât one to keep his mouth shut, especially when it came to drama. Even if it was about himself. Or perhaps it was the way Bret looked at him like he was an actual person? Shawn wasnât sure, but he couldnât help but let the truth flood out.
â... My phone has died, I donât know how long Iâll be here for, Diesel is pissed off at me like itâs my faultâŠâ Shawn spat out the truth, his eyes looking back at the ground as he took another puff of the cigarette in his hand. Smoke flooded out his mouth before he continued, âLike, sure, maybe I shouldnât have taken a small âshortcutâ... Or actually listened to him⊠But still, fuck, Itâs not my faultâ He huffed out. Bret raised a brow. He wasnât sure which part he was more shocked at, maybe it was the fact that this âDieselâ was pissed off at him, or perhaps it was the way Shawn deflected.
âBut anyways, Iâll be out of your lovely hair, you clearly donât like strangers,â A soft, sarcastic chuckle left Shawn as he pushed the cig against the ashtray, âThanks for the ashtray and well, that little rantâ he thanked quietly.
âItâs fine⊠And donât feel like you need to leave fast, you just caught me in a bad timeâ Bret awkwardly apologised, rubbing the back of his neck, âIf you need to phone someone, weâve got a landline phone you can borrowâ he offered with a small shrug.Â
âHa, thanks for the offer handsome, but I donât exactly remember phone numbers, got too many to rememberâ Shawn chuckled out again, he wished he remembered Dieselâs phone number or even Hunterâs⊠he knew part of Martyâs number, but even if he remember his number, they hadnât even spoken in yearsâŠÂ
Bret was surprised at the name âhandsomeâ, it was very sudden but he shrugged it off quickly, âI can get Owen to take your phone and charge it as the repair shop, I know there isnât any plugs in this house- Never has been, never will, thatâs the old manâs orders, but the shop has oneâ He offered again, hoping to ease the mans tension as well as an apology for their first meeting.
âI-... I suppose that isnât a bad idea at all⊠Thankâs Bretâ Shawn smiled softly, âIâll give you it tomorrow, or Owen, whoever I find first, but thank youâ his blue eyes took one more look around the ranch before looking back at Bret, âIâll see you inside, if I stay out any longer Iâll be tempted to have another cigâ Shawn tried to joke, gently shaking the box of cigs he held, but it was the truth. He would have had another cig- Or probably the whole box and his âfun sticksâ as he liked to call them as well. He gave Bret another small smile before heading inside of the house, brushing past the bigger man.
Bret glanced over his shoulder, watching as the man made his way inside the house. Questions continued to wrap around his brain about Shawn. Who was Diesel? Why would he be upset with Shawn? Where was he even heading to make a shortcut through the middle of nowhere? Even Bret knew it was a silly mistake to make. His thick brows furrowed together as he huffed, his eyes glancing over towards the sunset. He stayed for another moment, watching as the sun ducked behind the horizon, the sky getting darker and the warm air grew colder. He took a deep breath in, the smell of Shawnâs cheap cigarettes still clinging to the air as one final question ran through his head. Sure he had met other strange characters, like his soon-to-be brother-in-law Davey Boy Smith, but Shawn was a lot more different than him. He didnât fit in, he didnât fit in the town nearby nor the farm life itself by the looks of his clothes and the way he held himself. His hair and clothes were too perfect for a man who was stressed about being stranded in the middle of nowhere, there wasnât any out of place hair in sight or a crease in his clothes⊠Who the hell was Shawn?... Bret shook his head slightly, he was just simply overthinking about Shawn, thatâs all.
Night had quickly arrived by the time Owen knocked on the guest door to announce that supper was done. The dinner table was on the biggerside, having about twelve chairs around the table and only a few of the chairs were being used. He met the patriarch of the Harts, Stu, and his Mrs, Helen. Much like Bret, Stu wasnât as welcoming, but Helen was his saviour. She had welcomed him with open arms, Owen clearly took after his mother. He had met Diana who was sweet, she was the youngest daughter of the Harts. He had also learnt that the family was rather large, having twelve siblings all together, but most of the kids had moved out. The supper was something he needed, something relaxing, and soul soothing from how fresh and hearty the soup and bread he ate. He did notice Bret missing from the table, which must of been the usual as Owenâs voice perked up,
âBret usually misses his supper, heâll be checking on the animals making sure their water is good and they have foodâ He explained before taking a sip of water, âHeâll have it laterâ. That eased Shawnâs curiosity, leaving it without another question.Â
After the meal, Shawn thanked them, especially for the welcomed hospitality before heading to the guest room. He changed out of his clothes, hanging them up before fully getting ready for bed. Shawn had a strict regime that he followed, he would wash his face before cleansing it, then he would moisturise as well. He had to keep his face looking young, obviously. He would then brush his hair before tying it up into a ponytail, heâd also have a whiskey over ice and even a cigar before brushing his teeth.
Usually after his little routine, he would stay up late in his penthouse, heâd sit on his large, comfy couch that was as soft as clouds and watch a few films before going to bed. On bad nights, he wouldnât sleep. Heâd instead sit outside on his balcony, watching the bright city of New York light up the dark sky, replacing the stars he couldnât see. It was called the city that never sleeps for a reason. Yet, being in this home, he felt as if he wouldnât have a bad night, that he could actually rest without an issue.
The guest bed wasnât exactly as comfy as his bed at home, but he was used to other beds, especially when he travelled. It was the comfiest he had in awhile, he seemed to sink in like his own bed somewhat, and it didnât feel like stone like a few five star hotel beds did. The room wasnât fully pitch black either, which didnât annoy him as much as he thought it would. The curtains that covered the window in the room were thin, letting in the natural light of the moon and stars outside fade in which tempted him to go and admire⊠but heâd leave that for a sleepless night. Even the sounds of crickets outside didnât annoy him even if he enjoyed silence when he slept. They chirped out a symphony that lulled Shawn to a somewhat peaceful sleep.
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