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vintagetvstars · 6 months ago

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CLOSED! Preliminary Hot Vintage TV Men List

Alright folks! We have one week left on submissions for the Hot Vintage TV Men's Bracket! As promised here is a list of all the Hot Vintage TV Men who have been submitted and passed our preliminary eligibility checks. There are a handful of guys on this list and one or two not on it that we are currently still debating on so reminder that this list is not final and subject to change.

Currently we have 231 Hot Vintage TV Men!

Also in advance of the competition I'd like to remind anyone submitting propaganda for someone that starred in a show that aired only partially during our timeframe or was under 18 for a part of a shows filming, to please make sure you are only submitting propaganda that is from within our timeframe and when the actor was 18 years or older. This is also just good to keep in mind in general as several people submitted actors for shows that aren't eligible for our tournament either because it was outside our time period or in one case the actor was underaged for the entirety of the show (though many were eligible for other shows they were submitted for). We do our best to screen for these things but sometimes it's hard to tell or it’s a show we don't personally know well enough so we appreciate help from y'all letting us know if you do catch anything.

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Preliminary Hot Vintage TV Men List

Dick Van Dyke

Alan Alda

Hugh Laurie

Peter Falk

Adam West

Donnie Wahlberg

Kevin McDonald

Scott Thompson

David Duchovny

Henry Winkler

Leonard Nimoy

Scott Bakula

James Garner

Tom Selleck

Dave Foley

John Astin

Joe Lando

Patrick Troughton

William Shatner

DeForest Kelley

Michael Ontkean

Russell Johnson

Kyle MacLachlan

Bruce McCulloch

William Hopper

George Clooney

Jeffrey Combs

Michael Horse

Mark McKinney

Jensen Ackles

Alejandro Rey

Mitch Pileggi

David Cassidy

Jeremy Brett

Anthony Head

George Takei

David Selby

Rod Serling

Paul Gross

Desi Arnaz

Tom Baker

Richard Dean Anderson

David Keith McCallum

Richard Chamberlain

Charles Shaughnessy

David James Elliot

Vincent Van Patten

Darren E. Burrows

David Hyde Pierce

Randolph Mantooth

Ricardo Montalban

Gene Anthony Ray

William Hartnell

Patrick McGoohan

René Auberjonois

Alexander Siddig

Reece Shearsmith

Michael T. Weiss

William Shockley

Spencer Rochfort

Danny John-Jules

David Hasselhoff

Conner Trinneer

Patrick Stewart

Jonathan Frakes

Paolo Montalban

Scott Patterson

Armin Shimerman

Anthony Andrews

David Schwimmer

Blair Underwood

Sylvester McCoy

Andrew Robinson

Pierce Brosnan

Thorsten Kaye

Anthony Starke

Darren McGavin

Clint Eastwood

Joseph Marcell

Michael Vartan

Richard Ayoade

George Maharis

Michael J. Fox

Dwayne Hickman

John de Lancie

Andre Braugher

Robert Carlyle

Dean Stockwell

Matthew Perry

Robert Fuller

Michael Hurst

Dana Ashbrook

Jonathan Frid

Dirk Benedict

Martin Milner

Demond Wilson

Robert Conrad

Telly Savalas

Peter Davison

Michael Praed

Jason Bateman

David Tennant

Brian Blessed

Miguel Ferrer

Micky Dolenz

Wayne Rogers

Mike Farrell

Michael Dorn

Cesar Romero

Eddie Albert

Nate Richert

Nicholas Lea

Brent Spiner

Dick Gautier

John Corbett

Jeremy Irons

David Suchet

Raymond Burr

LeVar Burton

David Wenham

Clint Walker

Larry Hagman

John Goodman

Matt LeBlanc

Tom Smothers

Erik Estrada

Jeremy Sisto

Colm Meaney

Stephen Fry

Ted Bessell

Ron Perlman

Luke Halpin

Ted Cassidy

Kevin Sorbo

John Cleese

Colin Firth

Colin Baker

Fred Rogers

Ben Browder

Keir Dullea

Randy Boone

Kent McCord

Jimmy Smits

Mark Lenard

Jon Pertwee

Fred Grandy

Mark Hamill

Ted Danson

Adam Brody

Noah Wiley

Eric Close

Lee Majors

Jamie Farr

Tony Danza

Kabir Bedi

Seth Green

Rik Mayall

Hal Linden

Diego Luna

Peter Tork

Sean Bean

Sam Neill

Eric Idle

Ted Lange

John Shea

Ron Glass

Tony Dow

Mr. T

John Hurt

Avery Brooks

Billy Dee Williams

James Marsters

Robert Vaughn

Kevin Smith

Davy Jones

Luke Perry

Robert Duncan McNeill

Simon MacCorkindale

Keith Hamilton Cobb

Chad Michael Murray

James Earl Jones

Bruce Boxleitner

Timothy Olyphant

Andreas Katsulas

Valentine Pelka

Peter Wingfield

Sebastian Cabot

Michael Nesmith

Timothy Dalton

Michael Shanks

Joshua Jackson

Michael O’Hare

Robert Beltran

Simon Williams

Paul Johannson

Daniel Dae Kim

David Boreanaz

Boris Karloff

Robert Wagner

Brandon Quinn

Walter Koenig

Richard Hatch

Christian Kane

Francis Capra

Nathan Fillion

John Forsythe

Patrick Duffy

Tony Shalhoub

Ioan Gruffudd

Garrett Wang

Joe Flanigan

Rider Strong

Michael Tylo

Bruce Willis

Skeet Ulrich

Jeff Conaway

Paul McGann

Scott Cohen

Mario Lopez

Martin Kove

John Stamos

Judd Hirsch

Johnny Depp

Tom Welling

Matt Bomer

Grant show

David Soul

Bob Crane

Tim Russ

Rob Lowe

Neil Patrick Harris

#vintage tv stars poll #breaking news #todays news

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optimistredsox · 1 year ago

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28 July, BOS @ SF, 3-2, win

That was weird and intense, sort of like this season. Full disclosure, the Giants are my NL team. So I like it when they do well in their league. However, when the Red Sox face them, I want to Red Sox to smush them to goo. In a baseball-y kind of way. So in that sense, last night was good. Because we won, which is the baseball-y way of smushing someone into goo. It felt like a good win, too, as it was against a good team and it was close. Usually in this part of my recaps I worry about all the bad stuff from the night before and the team in general but I just don’t have that anxiety today. I’m not even that concerned about Masa Yoshida having an 0-fer. Why? Because there are plenty of bright sides.

Kutter Crawford (real name, honest) was once again impressive, going five and two-thirds, giving up one run, three hits, a walk and striking out seven. Remember some of his disasters early in the season? If you can’t, good. Don’t dwell on that shit. Live in this lovely moment where he’s doing good work.

Justin Turner, the Ginger Gandalf, had an 0-fer, BUT, he made the defensive play of the game at second base in the bottom of the seventh. With two men on he snagged a grounder up the middle and managed a backhand glove flip to Yu Chang to get the force out and prevent the run from scoring. That run would have been the tying run. And there were no outs, so it would have been a tying run scoring with two men back on the bases and it may well have deflated the Sox. I’m harping on this and jazzed by it because perennial purveyor of dipshit takes, Dan Shaughnessy of the Boston Globe, decided to crap on everyone’s Red Sox joy and claim they should trade Turner (citing his playing second base in particular) and Paxton and basically everyone making this season worth watching to “build for the future” even though we have a winning record and the Sox are actually fun to watch right now. Well Justin Turner playing second saved the fucking day you miserable grumpy bastard, and I can only hope that Chaim Bloom uses your column as toilet paper.

Tristan Casas was responsible for 2 of the Red Sox three runs. He knocked Adam Duvall in in the top of the second on a double over Mike Yastrzemski’s head. Then in the fifth, after fouling a brutal inside pitch off his shin, launched an improbable opposite field dinger to centre left, pretty deep into the stands. All the folks in the commentary boxes who might’ve hit at Oracle Park during their playing career were in awe as apparently it takes some fucking power and precision and skill to get a ball that far there. I wouldn’t know. I’d consider myself lucky if I managed to hit a t-ball out of the infield. But way to go, Tristan. He went 2-for-4 with two RBIs.

Adam Duvall also went 2-for-4. And he scored that run that Tristan knocked him in on.

Rob Refsnyder continues to do what he’s supposed to, coming on to pinch hit in the eighth and lining a laser to left that scored Connor Wong. That was the winning run. Way to go, Rob!

Aside from a brief hiccup from Chris Martin (not the Coldplay one) in the eighth and including Winckowski getting out of a jam in the seventh (with aforementioned help from the Ginger Gandalf), the bullpen was solid and continue to impress. Again, winning when they’re good is important, because we probably lose the ones where they slip.

We won!

The Yankees lost which means we’re TWO games ahead of them.

Let’s win again tonight!

#Boston Red Sox #Red Sox #Boston

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verecore · 1 year ago

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"Mom's Got a Date With a Vampyre" 2000

Dir. Steve Boyum

Caroline Rhea as Lynette Hansen

Charles Shaughnessy as Dimitri Denatos

Laura Vandervoort as Chelsea Hansen

Matt O'Leary as Adam Hansen

Myles Jeffrey as Taylor Hansen

#moms got a date with a vampyre #2000s movies #2000s films #disney #caroline rhea #charles shaughnessy #matt oleary #halloween movie

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arichcomiclife · 2 months ago

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EPISODE 136: MICHELLE SHAUGHNESSY

https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-yqgsj-1734622 In this episode, I talk to the great comedian, MICHELLE SHAUGHNESSY. Canadian-born Shaughnessy is a London-based comedian who is extremely compelling and very funny on stage. She has appeared at many UK comedy clubs and her solo show Be Your Own Daddy, directed by Adam Hills was performed to wide acclaim at the Edinburgh Fringe in 2022. I have…

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cinemedios · 3 years ago

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Reseña | 'Sonic 2, La Película'

Sonic regresa a las salas con una secuela que supera a su antecesora.

La relación entre el cine y los videojuegos (casi) siempre ha sido un tanto complicada, la mayor parte del tiempo nos encontramos con películas que más que hacerle justicia a las licencias que toman, terminan por resultar en fracasos estrepitosos, o al menos eso era lo que ocurría con frecuencia hace algunos cuantos años atrás. Super Mario Bros., Wing Commander, The House of the Dead, Tekken,…

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#Adam Pally #Ben Schwartz #Colleen O&039;shaughnessy #Idris Elba #James Marsden #Jeff Fowler #Jim Carrey #John Whittington #Lee Majdoub #Luisito Comunica #Natasha Rothwell #Patrick Casey #SEGA #Shemar Moore #Sonic the Hedgehog 2 #Tika Sumpter #Worm Miller

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passion-of-arts · 3 years ago

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Was hast du am Wochenende geschaut?

Am Wochenende habe ich den Netflixfilm “The Unforgivable” mit Sandra Bullock geschaut. Außerdem Sonntag Abend “Die Körperfresser kommen” mit Donald Sutherland, Jeff Goldblum und Brooke Adams. Im Anschluss daran gab es noch ein paar Episoden der 1. Staffel von “Die Nanny” mit Fran Drescher, Charles Shaughnessy, Daniel Davis und Lauren Lane. (more…)

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deepredradio · 3 years ago

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Pig

Story: Rob lebt zurückgezogen in der einsamen Wildnis von Oregon – allein, bis auf seinen einzigen Freund. Ein Freund, der zufällig ein treues Trüffel jagendes Schwein ist. Die teuren Trüffel, die er sammelt, tauscht Rob mit einem jungen Geschäftsmann gegen die mageren Vorräte, die ihn ernähren. Doch Robs friedliche Einsamkeit findet ein plötzliches Ende, als er während einer gewalttätigen…

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badmovieihave · 3 years ago

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Bad movie I have Pig 2021

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godzilla-reads · 4 years ago

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100 Days of Poetry: Guide

Day 1: The Woman in the Moon by Carol Ann Duffy

Day 2: The Fate of Inuipaq-like Kingfisher by Dg Nanouk Okpik

Day 3: Waterlilies by Ma Hsiang-lan (tr. Kenneth Rexroth & Ling Chung)

Day 4: Ah Vastness of Pines by Pablo Neruda (tr. W.S. Merwin)

Day 5: Lullaby: For Khudejha by Fatimah Asghar

Day 6: The Tyger by William Blake

Day 7: The Woods by Louise Erdrich

Day 8: Snail by Langston Hughes

Day 9: Love Is by Nikki Giovanni

Day 10: Deer Park by Wang Wei (tr. James J.Y. Liu)

Day 11: On Mediating, Sort Of by Mary Oliver

Day 12: Spring Poem for the Sake of Breathing, Written After a Walk to Foster Island by James Masao Mitsui

Day 13: Love Poem: Chimera by Donika Kelly

Day 14: Crows by Arthur Rimbaud

Day 15: Summer Freezes Here by Hsiung Hung (tr. Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung)

Day 16: Rain by Kazim Ali

Day 17: Chimera by Vievee Francis

Day 18: Saint Francis and the Birds by Seamus Heaney

Day 19: Different Ways to Pray by Naomi Shihab Nye

Day 20: Hearing an Oriole at the Palace by Wang Wei (tr. David Hinton)

Day 21: Don't Bother the Earth Spirit by Joy Harjo

Day 22: The Mortician in San Francisco by Randall Mann

Day 23: Gay Pride Weekend, S.F., 1992 by Brenda Shaughnessy

Day 24: Prayer/Oracion by Francisco X. Alarcón (tr. Francisco Aragón)

Day 25: Freedom by Langston Hughes

Day 26: 'Hope' is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson

Day 27: For Assata by Audre Lorde

Day 28: Death by Crisosto Apache

Day 29: Night Moths, Vapor by Olivia Maciel (tr. Kelly Austin)

Day 30: The Kraken by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Day 31: Living in the Summer Mountains by Yü Hsüan-chi (tr. Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung)

Day 32: If We Must Die by Claude McKay

Day 33: The Lyric in a Time of War by Eloise Klein Healy

Day 34: The Crows by Kenneth Rand

Day 35: Caged Bird by Maya Angelou

Day 36: The Flowers of Scotland by James Hogg

Day 37: One Girl by Sappho (tr. Dante Gabriel Rossetti)

Day 38: Mountain, Stone by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

Day 39: To One Coming North by Claude McKay

Day 40: The Orange by Wendy Cope

Day 41: The Northern Cold by Li Ho (tr. A.C. Graham)

Day 42: Spring Coronal by Hyejung Kook

Day 43: Haiku by Masaoka Shiki (tr. Hart Larrabee)

Day 44: August Night by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

Day 45: Moss-Gathering by Theodore Roethke

Day 46: Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

Day 47: A Litany for Survival by Audre Lorde

Day 48: Mask of Dance by Dg Nanouk Okpik

Day 49: The Sadness of the Moon by Charles Baudelaire (tr. F.P. Sturm)

Day 50: Ode to Teachers by Pat Mora

Day 51: Hello, Baihua Mountain by Bei Dao (tr. Bonnie S. McDougall)

Day 52: Silverweed’s Poem by Richard Adams

Day 53: Jungle Kill by Cecilia Vicuña (tr. Suzanne Jill Levine)

Day 54: Childhood Among the Ferns by Thomas Hardy

Day 55: The Wolf by Imru al-Qays (tr. Kareem James Abu-Zeid)

Day 56: Sisyphus and the Ants by Jennifer S. Flescher

Day 57: Contemplations at the Virgin de la Caridad Cafeteria, Inc. by Richard Blanco

Day 58: Names by Teresa Mei Chuc

Day 59: Thanksgiving 2006 by Ocean Vuong

Day 60: Blizzard by William Carlos Williams

Day 61: Samhain by Annie Finch

#godzilla reads #100 days of poetry #guide #masterlist #100dop #poems #poetry #reading #reads #book blog #book blurb #booknerd #booklover

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vintagetvstars · 5 months ago

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Hot Vintage TV Men's Bracket - Full List

Sorry for the delay, it took us longer than expected to finalize the list. We are currently working on finishing and finalizing the bracket for round 1. For now enjoy the list of everyone in the tournament and we'll be back on Thursday evening to kick off round 1!

Boris Karloff

Clint Walker

Desi Arnaz

Claude Rains

James Arness

James Garner

William Hopper

Adam West

Alejandro Rey

Bob Crane

Cesar Romero

David McCallum

David Selby

Davy Jones

DeForest Kelley

Dick Gautier

Dick Van Dyke

Dwayne Hickman

Eddie Albert

George Maharis

George Takei

John Astin

Jonathan Frid

Larry Hagman

Leonard Nimoy

Mark Lenard

Martin Milner

Michael Nesmith

Micky Dolenz

Patrick McGoohan

Patrick Troughton

Peter Tork

Randy Boone

Raymond Burr

Richard Chamberlain

Robert Conrad

Robert Fuller

Robert Vaughn

Rod Serling

Russell Johnson

Ted Bessell

Ted Cassidy

Tom Smothers

Walter Koenig

William Hartnell

William Shatner

Alan Alda

Brian Blessed

Darren McGavin

David Cassidy

David Soul

Dean Butler

Demond Wilson

Derek Jacobi

Eric Idle

Erik Estrada

Fred Grandy

Fred Rogers

Hal Linden

Henry Winkler

Jamie Farr

John Cleese

John Hurt

Jon Pertwee

Judd Hirsch

Kabir Bedi

Kent McCord

Lee Majors

Michael Landon

Michael Palin

Mike Farrell

Peter Falk

Randolph Mantooth

Richard Hatch

Ricardo Montalban

Robert Wagner

Rock Hudson

Simon Williams

Telly Savalas

Terry Jones

Tom Baker

Wayne Rogers

Anthony Andrews

Bruce Boxleitner

Bruce McCulloch

Colin Baker

Dave Foley

David Hasselhoff

Dirk Benedict

Gene Anthony Ray

Gerald McRaney

Hugh Laurie

Jameson Parker

Jeremy Brett

Jimmy Smits

John Forsythe

John Stamos

Johnny Depp

Kevin McDonald

Mark McKinney

Martin Kove

Michael J. Fox

Michael Praed

Mr. T

Patrick Duffy

Peter Davison

Richard Dean Anderson

Rik Mayall

Rowan Atkinson

Sam Neill

Scott Thompson

Simon MacCorkindale

Stephen Fry

Sylvester McCoy

Ted Lange

Tom Selleck

Tony Danza

Alexander Siddig

Andre Braugher

Andreas Katsulas

Andrew Robinson

Anthony Head

Anthony Starke

Armin Shimerman

Avery Brooks

Brad Dourif

Brent Spiner

Bruce Campbell

Charles Shaughnessy

Colm Meaney

Craig Charles

Dana Ashbrook

Danny John-Jules

Darren E. Burrows

David Duchovny

David Hyde Pierce

David Schwimmer

David Suchet

David Wenham

Dean Stockwell

Garrett Wang

Gary Cole

Grant Show

James Earl Jones

James Marsters

Jeff Conaway

Jeffrey Combs

John Corbett

John de Lancie

John Goodman

John Shea

Jonathan Frakes

Joseph Marcell

Kevin Smith

Kevin Sorbo

Kyle MacLachlan

LeVar Burton

Luke Perry

Marc Alaimo

Mark-Paul Gosselaar

Matt LeBlanc

Matthew Perry

Michael Dorn

Michael Horse

Michael Hurst

Michael O’Hare

Michael Ontkean

Michael Tylo

Miguel Ferrer

Mitch Pileggi

Nate Richert

Nicholas Lea

Noah Wyle

Paolo Montalban

Patrick Stewart

Paul Gross

Paul Johansson

Paul McGann

Peter Wingfield

René Auberjonois

Robert Beltran

Robert Carlyle

Robert Duncan McNeill

Ron Perlman

Scott Bakula

Seth Green

Spencer Rochfort

Stephen Nichols

Ted Danson

Ted Raimi

Thorsten Kaye

Tim Daly

Timothy Dalton

Tim Russ

Valentine Pelka

William Shockley

Ben Browder

Brandon Quinn

Brian Krause

Chad Michael Murray

Christian Kane

Conner Trinneer

Daniel Dae Kim

David Boreanaz

David Tennant

Donnie Wahlberg

Eric Close

Ioan Gruffudd

Jensen Ackles

Jeremy Sisto

Joe Lando

Joshua Jackson

Keith Hamilton Cobb

Michael Shanks

Nathan Fillion

Neil Patrick Harris

Reece Shearsmith

Richard Ayoade

Rob Lowe

Ron Glass

Scott Cohen

Skeet Ulrich

Tom Welling

Tony Shalhoub

Billy Dee Williams

Bruce Willis

Clint Eastwood

Colin Firth

George Clooney

Jeremy Irons

Paul Michael Glaser

Pierce Brosnan

Sean Bean

Blair Underwood

David James Elliot

Michael Vartan

Michael T. Weiss

Scott Patterson

Sebastian Cabot

Luke Halpin

Adam Brody

Jason Bateman

Matt Bomer

Timothy Olyphant

Woody Harrelson

Richard Biggs

Robin Williams

Will Smith

John Schneider

Milo Ventimiglia

Bobby Troup

Bobby Sherman

Chad Everett

Casey Biggs

Jason Priestley

Don Adams

#vintage tv stars poll #breaking news #todays news

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spine-buster · 4 years ago

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peaceful easy feeling ft. b.boeser | five

A/N: This is the last part of this mini series! I know this adventure was short but thank you all for coming along on the ride :) A quick reminder that I will be announcing my new fic, who it will feature, a small blurb, & a clue as to what to expect from it this Thursday at 7:30pm EST. Happy reading!

CONTENT WARNING: parents with disease/sickness (Parkinson’s); parent death; swearing; sex; alcohol use; lots of emotions.

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“You look beautiful, baby,” Brock cooed as he adjusted his cufflinks – well, not really. He was looking at Grace, not really caring about his cufflinks. Seeing her stand there in her beautiful dress, her hair curled and pinned, and her delicate jewelry hanging off her ears, neck, and wrists…she was a vision. He was so lucky.

They were about to leave to attend the Parkinson’s Foundation of British Columbia Gala. Grace had planned virtually the whole thing, though she worked with the head of the foundation on most major decisions. She arranged the venue, catering, got major sponsors (okay…the biggest were her uncles, but there were a lot more), organized the silent auction, and arranged the entertainment for the evening. Everyone who attended their weekly meetings would be there. Brock knew the Aquilinis would be there. It was a party, yes, and a function to raise money, yes – but at the end of the day, it was a culmination of Grace’s strength after Hamish passed away.

“Thanks, babe,” she smiled over at him, taking one last look at herself in the mirror. “Are Petey and Svea ready to go?”

Brock nodded. “Petey’s been texting for fifteen minutes asking if we’re on our way yet,” he joked.

“You can blame it on me,” she winked. “Unless Petey takes a good look at your hair. Then he’ll know it was you.”

Brock laughed out loud, taking the few steps needed to stand right in front of her and wrap his arms around her. “Hey…before we go,” his voice was low and he looked down at Grace. “Your dad would be so proud of you for planning this.”

Grace nodded her head. She knew. It was a lot of work, and she completely went in head first with planning all of it and maybe, sort of taking over the entire operation, but it was worth it. She had planned something that would raise money that, hopefully, would fund research so that nobody would have to go through what she went through. She didn’t just want to be known as an heiress daughter of a billionaire; she wanted to be known as so much more. ��An heiress who used her money to fund research projects and arts centres; an heiress who donated her time and money to worthy causes. She once told Brock that she knew she wasn’t the smartest girl in the world, but that she thought she had a big heart. She hoped this was the start of others in her community, and in Vancouver, realizing that she had a big heart.

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“Grace, this is amazing,” Svea couldn’t help but say astonishingly as she took yet another look around the giant room, decorated to the nines with flashing lights and impeccably dressed people chatting and drinking and dancing. Svea knew Grace would be busy throughout the night, so she wasn’t trying to hog her after their limousine ride together. But now that Svea got her alone, she had to verbalize it again, just like she did when she walked in. “Like, I don’t think you understand. It’s incredible.”

“Want to let me plan your wedding to Elias?” Grace winked, taking a sip of her drink.

“Oh shut up.”

“There she is!” the women both heart Elias yell. They turned around and saw him and Brock walking towards them, both with drinks in their hands. “Grace, this is so cool.”

“Thanks Petey. And thanks for donating your jersey.”

“Anything for you.”

Grace focused her attention on Brock. “Esther wants us to take a group photo with everyone before everyone leaves,” she said, and Brock nodded his head in agreement. She looked at Elias. “If I get everyone together right now, do you mind taking it?”

“Like I just said Grace, anything for you.”

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Fatigued, physically and mentally exhausted, but still somehow feeling the adrenaline coursing through her veins, Grace climbed into the limousine with Brock, Elias, and Svea at the end of the gala so they could go home. They dropped off Elias and Svea first, naturally, and Elias had to wake Svea up as she slept on his shoulder throughout the ride. It left Brock and Grace alone in the limousine together, hands clasped together as the driver drove through the streets of Vancouver.

“You did amazing tonight,” Brock mumbled, his voice low and full of sleepiness but still so direct and meaningful. “I love you so much, Grace.”

“I love you too, Brock.”

“When we have kids, I’m gonna let them know this was the night I knew you’d become my wife.”

Grace stiffened at Brock’s words, but he was too tired to notice – the small smirk on his face not disappearing despite anxiety – not adrenaline – now coursing through Grace’s veins. She thought about the implications of his words, how he just outright admitted that she was the one for him. She thought about her feelings for him, and if she felt the same. She did. But was it possible to still be apprehensive? She loved Brock with her whole heart. She’d never met anybody like him, and likely would never meet anyone like him again. She loved him too, with everything she had.

But then she thought about her parents.

Her parents were young and in love once too. Her parents were once obsessed with each other and madly in love. Her parents had decided to get married and have a child. Her parents had decided what Brock was laying out on the proverbial table – what Brock was so willing to give her – and look what happened. Things didn’t work out. Love didn’t work out. Love was complicated. They separated. Grace went to live with Eliza but didn’t like it because she missed dad. She told Hamish who told his lawyers. His lawyers brought it to the judge. Divorce proceedings started. Grace went to live with Hamish. Eliza demanded alimony for her lifestyle, to maintain it, if not to exceed it. Eliza demanded child support. Eliza demanded nannies, a multi-million dollar house, and expensive cars. Hamish would tell Grace her mother was selfish. Eliza would tell Grace how stingy her father was. Eliza would tell Grace how her father only wanted custody so he didn’t have to pay child support. Hamish told Grace Eliza only wanted child support and alimony so she could hire babysitters and nannies while she went to spas. A pawn while she was at her mom’s in Shaughnessy; a pawn while she was at her dad’s in West Point Grey. A pawn when dropped off at school at Crofton House. A pawn at the dance studio, her happiest place.

What if she and Brock turned out the same way?

***

“You okay?” Brock asked Grace.

Grace wasn’t there. She was somewhere else, in her mind, thinking about events long passed. “Your father’s the cheapest man I’ve ever met,” she could hear her mom say in the kitchen as she waited for her cereal before school at seven years old. “Cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap! He’s always been so much work to be with, your father. He refuses to get you a Range Rover – did you know that? Your dad wants you driven around in some…in some…I don’t know, some Toyota.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Grace said absent-mindedly, giving her pasta a few more twirls to make it seem like she’d eat it. “Will I still be able to go to dance?”

“Who knows?! Your father may even take that away from you too! It scares me, the things he’s taking away from you.”

“But I love dance.”

“Well then maybe you should stay with me. Daddy will pay me to take you to dance.”

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“Your mother is a piece of work, let me tell you,” Hamish mumbled as he slapped his cellphone down on the counter. “She was always so much work to be with. Always so much work. Now she wants $60,000 a month in alimony. Alimony!”

“What’s alimony?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Hamish said. “Have your teachers taught you yet what it means to be selfish?” he asked. Grace nodded her head. “Well your mother is selfish. One of the most selfish people in the world.”

“Grace? You coming to bed?” Brock’s voice was groggy as he stood in the doorway of the ensuite, his usually well-kept hair everywhere, his eyes sleepy.

“Yeah…yeah, sorry,” Grace apologized, getting up from her seated position on the toilet lid. “Sorry baby.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine,” she said, grabbing Brock’s hand and leading him back to bed.

“You’d tell me if it wasn’t right?” he asked softly as she cuddled up against him in bed.

“Of course,” she said, a nervous lump in her throat. “Of course.”

***

“Gracie…please tell me what’s wrong,” Brock said in a low voice as he tried to wrap his arms around her, only for her to flinch slightly and back away. That hurt him more than anything.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she said unconvincingly.

“Yes it is—”

“Can we just drop it,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee. “We’re supposed to be on a date.”

***

“What’s the matter with you?” Elias asked, sick of seeing Brock so gloomy and moody the past several weeks. He’d noticed a change in him, and though Brock was usually very open about what he was feeling with him, he wasn’t this time, and Elias was…skeptical. Well, not skeptical – worried. This time, Brock had a girlfriend and was moody, and Elias didn’t know what to expect. “What’s going on?”

“Something’s wrong with Grace,” Brock revealed to Elias.

“What’s wrong?”

Brock shook his head. “She won’t tell me. But she…she zones out a lot, like she’s thinking about something…and it’s so intense that she doesn’t even hear me calling her.”

“What’s she thinking about?”

Brock shrugged. “She doesn’t tell me. She’ll never tell me.”

“Well when did it start?”

Brock thought about it. He really thought about it. He liked to think he was in tune with changes in Grace. “The gala.”

“The Parkinson’s Gala?” Elias clarified. Brock nodded his head. “Well, could it be about her dad?”

“It’s something more,” Brock was adamant. He knew she would be sad and would never be the same after her dad died. That was a given. No-one was ever the same after the death of a parent, so he didn’t blame her for that. “It’s…it’s something more.”

***

“Is everything okay with you?” Svea asked delicately as she and Grace were shopping at Holt Renfrew. Well – Grace was shopping at Holt Renfrew. Svea was basically just following her around, because it wasn’t like she could afford anything.

“I’m fine,” Grace said unconvincingly.

“Are you sure? Because you know you can talk to me if things aren’t okay.”

Grace took a deep breath in, trying to compose herself. Knowing what she knew about Svea’s parents and their love story, she doubted that Svea would be able to provide any…critical insight, so to speak. But Grace tried anyway. “How d’you know a guy is your soulmate, Svea?” she asked.

Svea was taken aback. It was quite the loaded question to lead with. “I’d say it’s when you can picture the rest of your life with them. At least that’s one aspect to it.”

“Can you picture the rest of your life with Elias?”

“Yes,” Svea answered automatically, because she could. It was as friends, sure, but she still pictured the rest of her life with him. “Can you picture the rest of your life with Brock?”

Grace paused. Her response wasn’t as quick or forthcoming. “Yes.”

“But?”

“But what?”

“There was a pause there,” Svea said. “But what?”

“But what if, like, things change?” Grace asked. “What if the love doesn’t last? What if it breaks down?”

“You mean like your parents?”

Grace didn’t want to glare at Svea – she really didn’t, because Svea was one of the sweetest people alive – but she did. She glared at her. “No,” she said forcefully, trying to cover.

“Love always lasts. True love always lasts. Look at Elias and I – I mean, we’ve loved each other our whole lives—”

“You and Elias won’t even hold hands or kiss each other,” Grace said angrily, unable to control her emotions at this point. “You won’t even admit you love him romantically. How the hell is that love?”

Svea just stared at Grace, unable to formulate words. Tears welled in her eyes too, and when Grace saw them get red, she hated herself even more. She hated herself already for making Brock worry, for not telling him the truth, for hiding things from him; now, she hated herself even more for making Svea emotional. “I’ve gotta go,” she said, leaving quickly, unable to look back at Svea as she left her in the middle of Holt Renfrew alone.

***

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong right now or I’m leaving,” Brock said sternly, his voice raised. Both of their voices had been for the last while now, since they were fighting. He looked at Grace as she stared back at him indignantly from across the kitchen. “We can’t have a relationship if we don’t communicate – if you don’t tell me what’s been bothering you.”

“There’s nothing wrong.”

“Is it something I did? Did I say something?”

“It’s not you.”

“Then what is it?”

“There’s nothing wr—”

“Tell me what’s wrong!”

Grace stayed silent. She could feel herself going red. She could feel the emotions in her bubble up. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it in much longer. “Leave.”

Brock furrowed his brows. “Excuse me?”

“Leave my apartment now.”

Brock stood stoic in spot. “You don’t mean that—”

“LEAVE!” Grace screamed at the top of her lungs, taking every ounce of strength left in her to not cry.

They were in a standoff. Brock stood stoic. Grace stood stoic. Staring at each other, waiting for the other to move. Neither did for a while, waiting it out to see who would crack first. She didn’t mean it, Brock kept thinking. She doesn’t mean it. She doesn’t mean it. But with every second that passed, with every heave of Grace’s chest, with every moment of silence signaling her refusal to budge…

Brock cracked.

He picked up his keys, gave Grace one last look, and walked out the door.

***

It was a few agonizing, excruciating, unbearably lonely few weeks later when Brock received a phone call in the middle of the night. 2:38am. His phone’s ring blaring throughout his empty apartment.

“Hello?” his voice was groggy, tired, exhausted.

Silence.

“Hello?” he asked once more, louder this time. If it was any one of his teammates he’d knock them dead the next time he saw them – Petey especially.

The voice was small and defeated when it finally did speak, asking Brock the question, “What if we end up like my parents?”

Brock was wide awake now. He got up in bed dramatically, holding his phone against his ear so tightly that he could hear the charger fall out of the electrical socket. “Gracie,” the shock was evident in his voice.

“Will you come over?” she asked.

Brock threw the covers off his body dramatically. “I’m on my way right now,” he said. He’d drive his car in his slippers if he needed to.

“Be careful.”

“I’m coming. I’ll be there soon.”

***

“C’mere,” Brock said the millisecond Grace let him in, wrapping his arms around her and engulfing her into a hug as she clung to him like he’d float away and wrapped every limb she had around him. He’d made it to her apartment in record time, speeding through the streets of Vancouver to get to her. It was probably dangerous, but it wasn’t like there were other cars on the road at 2:45 in the morning. “Talk to me Gracie. Talk to me,” he urged as he felt her tears against his skin.

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled into the crook of his neck. “I’m so—Brock, I was so bad. So bad.”

“Shhhhh shhhh shhhh, don’t,” Brock cooed. “Just tell me what’s wrong. What’s going on in your head, Grace?”

“Brock…” she began, swallowing her tears before continuing. She pulled away slightly so she could look him in the eye, wiping her own red ones with the palms of her hands. She knew she looked awful, but she also knew Brock didn’t give a shit. “I just miss him so much.”

“Your dad.”

Grace nodded quickly. “Every part of me misses him. But then I started to think about how awful he and my mom were during the divorce,” she explained. And to Brock, that said everything. Grace told him about it ever since they met – the general, the specific, the nitty-gritty details – and it was awful. To have that whirling around in her mind would have definitely affected her. It all made sense to him now. It all made sense, knowing she never wanted to go back to that. “And I got scared…I got so scared. I just kept remembering how bad it was. So on the night of the gala when you said—”

“So it was something that I said—”

“Nonononononono,” she vehemently shook her head, bringing her finger up to his lips to silence him. “No no no no no. I—Brock—I love you with every part of me too. But…but what if we end up like my parents? What if we fall out of love? What if it—what if it ends badly? What if we ended up hating each other? They’d always say things like it was so hard to be with one another and—”

“Is it hard to be with me?” Brock asked, not wanting her to go any further and knowing that at this point, he needed to intervene.

“NO! Never!” she exclaimed. She never wanted Brock to think that ever. She cradled his face in her hands. “Being with you feels natural. It feels like it was always supposed to be this way. It’s so easy. It’s so peaceful.”

“Then that’s how it’ll always be, a peaceful easy feeling,” Brock whispered. “What’s there to be scared about, baby?”

Grace shook her head, tearing up again. “Nothing when I’m with you.”

“We won’t end up like your parents because we’re not your parents,” he said. His words were so simple but they hit Grace like a ton of bricks. “We’re different people. I love you more than anything, and the thought of hating you—Grace—I—it’s never, never crossed my mind. I never could. You give me everything. Do I give you everything?”

She nodded. “Everything.”

“Then I’m gonna keep giving you everything. And I’ll do it till the end of time, Gracie. Because I love you. I can’t picture myself with anyone else. I can’t…I can’t picture going through pain with anyone else besides you.”

Brock’s words were loaded – she knew that. “I can’t picture going through pain with anyone else besides you.” Grace nodded. The sentiment was so serious, but so right. When she really thought about it, would she have wanted to experience this pain with anyone else besides Brock? No. He meant the world to her. And that’s how it was always going to be. “I’m so dumb,” she shook her head at herself.

“You’re not dumb. For what you went through, it’s a legitimate worry,” he reassured her. “But I promise you, I promise you, I’ll love you with everything I have and you’ll love me with everything you have, and we won’t end up like your parents.”

Grace was overcome with emotion. “I love you so much, Brock.”

“I love you too,” he leaned in to kiss her, once, twice, then again and again. When they stopped, he wrapped his arms around her body and lay down on her couch, bringing her body down with him. He wiggled out of his hoodie. Then he pushed her body down slightly, and that’s when Grace knew exactly what he was doing. She lay her head on his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Can you feel it?” he asked softly.

Grace nodded.

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