#Sandra Bullock's Husband

[katebeckets]

DEBBIE OCEAN & LOU MILLER in OCEAN'S 8 (2018) — portrayed by Sandra Bullock & Cate Blanchett

[demcrazymandolin]

This is absolutely amazing 🔥 I live for fem Crowley and Aziraphale

I love this so much because it's giving Cate Blanchett and Sandra Bullock from Oceans 8

I'm not screaming right now

I'm completely normal about this just like everyone else.

[leslieseveride]

opened tiktok to a fan edit of eric and roselyn and had to laugh at the top comment that read, "i'm just so glad for once that the fans don't ignore the wife and try to push two fictional characters to date in real life" because idk what fandom this person is talking about because there is always that one ☝️ egghead out there commenting on chenford edits like, "i ship them in real life too! 😍" and everytime i see one of these comments it makes me want to throw my laptop against the wall because after 6 years you'd think people would learn that eric and melissa kissing on screen is literally just a part of their jobs as actors.

they're only acting as if they are in love, they will never actually be in love. thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

[missmagooglie]

@zyrafowe-sny @planeoftheeclectic and @anyctibius requested a snippet from Practical Magic Chapter 3 for the WIP Wednesday game, so here it is!

"What the hell just happened?" Adriana asks as she surveys the mess that's been made on their table. "I've never seen the wind act like that. And did Abuela say something about a spirit?" Eddie frowns, remembering his conversation with Abuela in the laundry room. She'd been prepared for… well, maybe not this exactly, but something. Instead of answering his sister, he focuses on picking up the overturned dishes. Adriana rolls her eyes at him as he tries to scoop rice back into the serving bowl, and flicks her wrist. Every last grain of rice vanishes from the table and reappears neatly in the bowl. He gives her an annoyed look, and she sighs dramatically. “You don’t need to do everything the hard way, Eddito,” she tells him for what must be the millionth time. “You’re a witch. You’re allowed to use magic to make your life easier.” To demonstrate, she mutters a quick incantation and makes a sweeping gesture with her arms, and the table clears itself. Eddie knows that if he checks the kitchen, he will find the dishes cleaned and put away and the leftovers carefully wrapped up in the fridge.  “Show off,” he says to her, wiping an imaginary bit of dust from the corner of the table. “You’d be able to do that, too, if you would just–” “Practice, I know. Christ, you sound just like Abuela,” Eddie gripes. “Just because I don’t rely on magic for every little thing doesn’t mean I can’t–” “Ugh, you listen to Dad too much,” Adriana complains. She drops her voice into a poor imitation of their father’s, “‘You don’t need to use magic for every little thing just because you can.’ You know he’s just projecting because the gift skipped him, right?” “You are so annoying,” he tells her. “I’m going to check on Chris and Alex.” “Wait!” Adriana protests as he turns to leave. “I know you talked with Abuela this morning, and you’re the one who found those two. They obviously had something to do with all this. Tell me what is going on. They’re in some kind of trouble, right?”

[livvyofthelake]

the lost city 2022 THE best movie ever made. all other movies should kill themselves i’m so serious it’s so good it’s fucking unreal

[emihotaru]

Something special for today!

Here is the first poster I made for the "Do It With Style Silver Screen bang!"

I'm working with @saesomesaeni for this project, who is writing a retake of "While you were sleeping", a romcom with Sandra Bullock and Bill Pullman (and one of my favorite feel good movie^^), with our favorite innefables husbands

The fanfic will be released at the beginning of September, with another illustration^^

I brought out my gouaches for this project and I'm quite happy with the results!

[morganbritton132]

Helloo! I love your EMTS, it gives so much serotonin, sometimes I'll choose some posts at random and re-read them when I'm stressed.

I juts read the one where Eddie gets Steve front seat tickets for a basketball game and Steve gets star-struck meeting Sandra Bullock, so that got me wondering...are there any celebrities with which Steve doesn't get star struck anymore because they hang out with Eddie so often?

Sending love and I hope you have a great day 💖

Sometimes Steve will mention his husband’s friend from work, Dave, in casual conversation and he’s literally talking about Dave Grohl.

He actually met Dave and the rest of Nirvana when they were renting space at the same recording studio as Corroded Coffin. Steve got turned around in the building and couldn’t find his way back to CC’s booth and ran into Nirvana instead.

They were super nice and helpful, and Steve was super cool and chill meeting them because even though he’d heard some of their songs, he had no idea what they looked like or any of their names. Jonathan, on the other hand, was not chill at all.

Eddie and Dave remained friends over the years and occasionally they’d end up at the same parties. Steve hated these parties and always felt a little lost there, but Dave never excluded him from conversations like some of the other celebrities do, and he’s a fan of disco!

Steve once spent an entire evening with Jeff and Dave talking about how fucking cool disco music is while Eddie filtered in and out of the conversation just to roll his eyes.

Steve never gets too star-struck by the musicians that he meets through Eddie because he often doesn’t know who they are. Steve’s gotten good over the years at being able to identify which band plays which song, but he doesn’t know what they look like or their names.

He once thought that Lars Ulrich was a roadie for at least fifteen minutes of a twenty-minute conversation.

Though Steve did once bump into Bruce Springsteen in a bathroom at a music award show and was not cool about it at all. He insisted on shaking his hand for some reason and only realized how weird that was hours later.

Jonathan will get him though. He’ll randomly introduce someone to Steve as ‘a person I’ve photographed’ and it’ll be a celebrity that Steve adores. He once off-handedly introduced Steve to Farrah Fawcett at a charity event in the nineties and Steve was so star-struck he forgot how to be a human person.  

[junikicker]

The Proposal - Rebecca Welton x fem!reader (Part 1)

The Proposal Part 1 - Rebecca Welton x fem!reader

note: you want it, you get it. rebecca welton x reader au based on the movie the Proposal with Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock. also, this is pre ted arriving at Richmond.

warnings: language

The sun was shining through the curtains of your Richmond flat, coaxing you awake gently. Instinctively, you turned around to shut off the alarm that usually woke you at five every morning. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You groaned as you scrambled to get out of bed, the alarm reading 6:22 a.m.

After quickly getting dressed, you came rushing out into the streets with your tie loosely around your neck and toothbrush still in your mouth. You started running down King Street and Old Palace Place, discarding your toothbrush into the closest bin as the trees around you were blurry due to your fast pace.

It had barely been two months since Rebecca Welton took over AFC Richmond after her rather nasty divorce from Rupert. You had been Mr. Mannion’s assistant for three years and Ms. Welton seemed to like you at least to the point where she felt bad about firing you, so she let you keep your job. She also felt like she owed you for telling her about her, now, ex-husband’s affairs with other employees.

You reached Nelson Road just moments before Rebecca’s arrival, fixing your appearance in the first mirror you found. “Oh, Y/n. Great to see you!” Higgins greeted you as you rushed your way up the stairs to the office you were sharing with Rebecca until accommodations were made. “G’morin’ Leslie!” You greeted back with a smile. “Someone’s in a rush.” He stated matter-of-factly. “Consider waking up twenty-three minutes ago in a rush.” You agreed easily, trying to catch your breath.

Your conversation was then interrupted by the sound of heels echoing through the halls and then up the stairs. “Well, here she comes.” You said to yourself and Higgins shot you an understanding look.

“Good morning, Boss. You have a conference call in thirty minutes.” You informed her as she gracefully strode on into her office. “Yes, about the auctioning of the art Rupert, oh so graciously, left me. I know.” She replied and sat down at her desk as you rushed over to make her a cup of tea. “Staff meeting at nine.” You added.

“Did you call, uhm… what was her name again?” She asked you absent-mindedly, opening her laptop and typing away. “Janet?” You offered, placing the cup on her desk. “Yes, Janet.”

“Yes, I called her and I told her that if she doesn’t get her hands on the matter immediately, there will not be any matters for her to get her hands on in the future. Also, your lawyer called. The one you hired for the divorce. He said that it is imperative-” You informed her but she cut you off immediately.

“Cancel the call, push back the meeting to tomorrow, and keep the lawyer on the sheets. And also get a hold of PR and have them start drafting an interview with Coach Lasso as soon as he gets here.” Rebecca ordered. She had always been quite distanced, it was just what you thought she was like.

“Nicely done.” You replied in a monotone voice. “If I shall want your praise, I will ask for it.” She replied coldly, picking the cup up and taking a big sip out of the mug. Her phone rang. By now you knew that if she was occupied, it was your task to pick up for her. “Morning. Ms. Welton’s office.” You answered. “Hello, Bob.” You replied at the sound of a voice that you were, involuntarily, very familiar with and rolled your eyes.

At you mentioning the name, Rebecca just waved her hand, but you knew her well enough to know what she meant by the gesture. “Actually we’re headed to your office right now… Yeah.” You hung up the phone before turning to your boss with a confused expression. “Why are we headed to Bob’s office?” You asked as Rebecca came to stand again. It never failed to impress you how she always seemed to have her shit together, acting rational all the time. She gave you a look. The look. The look that meant someone was going to get fired.

As the two of you left her office, you once again noticed that you had a hard time keeping up with her pace. “Have you looked over the list of international players in interest I gave you?” You asked her, continuing your walk down the halls. “Uh, I read a few pages. I wasn’t that impressed.” Rebecca replied, keeping up her pace.

“Can I just say something?” You asked her. “No.” She replied instantly as you came closer to reach Bob’s office. “I’ve been looking over hundreds of lists of players and this is the only one I ever gave to you. There are some incredible players on there.” You explained.

“Remember, you’re just a prop in here.” Rebecca reminded you. Ah yes, there it was again. As if you didn’t hear that at least twice a day from her. You opened the door for her to step in without knocking.

“Ah, our fearless leader and her liege. Please, do come in.” Bob joked, his American accent coming through as he got up from his desk chair, glasses on his nose.

“Beautiful shelve you got here, Bob. Is it new?” Rebecca asked, turning around, her face in disgust at having to interact with the man. “It is English Regency Egyptian Revival, built in the 1800s but, yes, it is the newest addition to my office. Rupert gave it to me.” Rebecca’s face seemed to scrunch up in disgust even more but she shook it off before turning back around.

“Bob, I’m firing you.” She then stated, getting straight to the point. The tall, tanned man looked at her as if she was delusional. “Pardon?” He asked. Rebecca sighed.

“I asked you more than a million times to get Chelsea to transfer us Reece James and you didn’t do it. You’re fired.” She calmly explained and you closed the door. “I have told you that this is impossible. James is not transferring for the next years.” Bob tried.

“Now that’s interesting, you see because I just got off the phone with Chelsea and he’s in. You didn’t even call them, did you?” Rebecca asked, walking up closer to the mahogany desk. “But-b.” Bob tried to find his voice again. “I know, I know. They can be a little scary to deal with… For you. Now, I am willing to give you a month to find a new job. And then you can tell everyone you resigned. Fine?” Rebecca offered. Oh, how she always knew how to play her cards.

And with that, the two of you left his office just the way you had come in. Rebecca didn’t bother to look around. “What’s he doing now?” She asked you and you turned around for her. “He’s moving, He has crazy eyes.” You observed, continuing to walk. Rebecca came to a stop and sighed.

“You poisonous bitch!” Bob yelled and suddenly all eyes of the people around you are on the three of you. “You can’t fire me! You don’t think I see what you’re doing here? Sandbagging me into this Chelsea thing just so you can look good to the board? Because you feel threatened by me! And you are a monster!” Rebecca remained calm. “Bob. Stop.”

“Just because you have no life outside of this office, you think you can treat everybody here like your own personal slaves! You know what? I feel sorry for you. Because you know what you’re gonna have on your deathbed? Nothing and no one.” Rebecca took a deep breath in, she was acting like the words didn’t get to her before she formed a reply.

“Bob, I didn’t fire you because I feel threatened by you. And I don’t need to look good to ‘the board’ because I am ‘the board’. And I fired you because you’re lazy, entitled, incompetent and you spent more time cheating on your wife than my ex-husband did, cheating on me. And if you say another word, Y/n here is going to have you escorted out of this building, hands tied to your back, alright?” Rebecca spoke, still somewhat calm as Bob went to speak again. “Another word and you’re going out of here with an armed escort. Is that what you want? Didn’t think so. Y/n. Spit spot, we’ve got work to do.” Rebecca said, spinning on her heel and walking back toward her office.

“Have security take his breakfront out of his office and put it in the conference room. And I need you around for this weekend to review his files and other work.” Rebecca informed you, picking up her pace from before. “This weekend?” You asked her, a frown on your face. “Is there a problem, Y/n?” She asked you, stopping in her tracks. “No. I… just my grandmother’s 90th birthday so I was gonna go home and...” You started but she already went back to making her way to her office. “...it’s fine. I’ll cancel it.” You unwillingly agreed.

Once you were back in the office, you called your family to cancel your visit. You tried your best not to let it get to you but were pissed, to say the least. “I know, I know. Tell Babcia I’m sorry. Okay? Satan is not gonna let me outta here for the weekend… No- I – Listen. I’ve worked too hard for this job to throw it all away, okay?” You Explained to your mother, starting to lower your voice as you heard heels clicking over the floor. “Oh, I’m sure Tata is gonna be pissed… but we take all of our submissions around here very seriously.” You hung up the phone as the office door opened and Rebecca walked in.

“Was that your family?” She asked immediately, standing next to your desk. “Yes.” You replied. “They tell you to quit?” - “Every single day.” The phone rang again. “Ms. Welton’s office, Y/n speaking.” You answered. “Oh… Yeah. Okay. Alright.” You replied before hanging the phone up again.

“Your lawyer is here and wants to see you immediately.” You told Rebecca who groaned in response. “Okay. Come get me in ten minutes. We have a lot to do.” She ordered and left again.

As she left the room, your eyes were trained on her hips, swaying as she walked. She definitely knew how to dress. Everything she wore looked perfect on her and fitted her body in a way that never ceased to impress you. You had caught yourself checking her out on more than one occasion but never really thought anything of it.

Exactly ten minutes later, you knocked on the door to the main conference room, before letting yourself in. “Excuse me, we’re in a meeting.” Her lawyer, a tall, blonde man, in his thirties, addressed you with disgust in his voice as he saw you in your suit. “What is it?” Rebecca asked in a displeased tone, playing her part as perfectly as always.

“Marina Granovskaia from Chelsea’s office just called. She’s on the line.” You informed her. “She needs to speak with you right away, I told her you were otherwise engaged.” You rushed out, eager to get Rebecca out of whatever this was as fast as possible. Her eyes lit up at your words and she silently urged you to come in with all sorts of weird hand gestures.

“Uh… Mr. Swan, I understand. I understand the predicament that we are in. And, uhm… And there is, well… I think there is something you should know.” Rebecca stuttered, getting up from her seat at her desk, walking over to you. The way she stumbled over her words seemed suspicious to you. What was going on? “We’re...getting married.”

“We’re getting married?! What the fuck is going on?! You’re my boss!” You whisper-yelled once her lawyer left and you closed the door behind him. “What?” She asked, sitting back down at the table all calm and collected. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“Relax, this is for you too.” She stated as if it would explain anything that had just happened. “Do elaborate.” You joked. “They were going to sell the club.” She started. “So naturally I would have to marry you.” You deadpanned.

“And what’s the problem? Like you were saving yourself for someone special?” She asked, looking down at some paperwork, green eyes skimming over it. “I’d like to think so. Besides, isn’t that illegal?” You asked. “The point?” She shot back, looking up at you again. “We’re no terrorists.” Her eyes went back to the paper in front of her.

“Rebecca.” You tried again. “Yes.” She sighed. “Rebecca, I’m not gonna marry you.” You told her sternly, standing straight. “Because of what? You don’t ‘fancy the ladies’? Because you obviously do. The amount of times that I catch you checking me out is higher than the amount of looks any man, including my ex-husband, ever gave me.” She smirked up at you, leaning back in her chair. “I- I do, in fact, ‘fancy the ladies’…” You agreed under your breath. “Sure you are going to marry me. Because if you don’t marry me, your dreams of becoming our transfer manager will be shattered into pieces.” She stated, pleased with herself.

“They’re gonna fire you the second I’m gone. Guaranteed. That means you’re out on the street, alone, looking for a job. Which means all the time that we spent together, all the tea cups, all the canceled dates, the midnight Tampon runs, and all the shit you did under Rupert, were all for nothing, because he won’t take you back after telling on him, your dreams are gone. But don’t worry after all this is settled, we’ll get a quickie divorce and you’ll be done with me.” Rebecca explained and it started to make at least some sense to you. “But until then, like it or not, our wagons are hitched to the other’s. Alright?”

[landoscaring]

secret's a blinking light

i have no excuse except to say i love writing these two? and i kinda wanted to do a fake dating/fake marriage? but it's landoscar so it's gotta be extremely SWEET AND FLUFFLY? anyways. i was watching 'the proposal' with sandra bullock and blake lively's husband and figured, huh. i can pull that off. (reader: i did not, but i tried). i have ABSOLUTELY NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE AUSTRALIAN IMMIGRATION SYSTEM forgive me aussies for i have sinned. i wrote this in one go just now (took me 3 hours) and like, i could not be arsed to look any of it up? so sorry i love you all

So, he thinks he surprises himself and his sister Hattie and every single person he’s ever interacted with when he says, “I’ll marry you” to Lando Norris one Thursday afternoon in late May.

(He can blame it on George’s and Alex’s pestering, that.)

Lando seems surprised, too, but he recovers quickly.

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Okay, so this is kind of specific and I'm not sure I really headcanon Frankie as that but for the kisses thing:

everyone's probably seen at least one video of some soldier surprising a partner with coming home (whichever way that goes, it's so interesting that most of the time people seem to back away and/or cover their face/eyes first, social studies human nature something something, but anyway...)

so Frankie didn't get that (for whatever reasons, like I said, I dunno if it really fits him but yknow, the plot bunny don't care) but he always kind of wished he had, and at some point into his first good, healthy relationship after quitting the military he does end up admitting so to his partner (maybe when they talked about what they'd been missing in previous relationships or whatever?).

obviously when he returns from the TF adventure *snort* this doesn't apply but picture another time when Frankie comes back from something - visiting his parents, another much less dangerous/stupid trip with the boys, whatever - and partner picks him up at the airport (could be the other way around too, partner has a trip for whatever reason and Frankie's the one picking them up). Cue full on running, jumping, happy smooches, all that good stuff (that will probably break Frankie's back but who cares lol).

Dunno which number that qualifies for but yknow, here you go :D

Well, you do have a specific situation for this, haha! I don't know which number this would fit either (and I already deleted the post with the question because I do that). But LUCKY FOR YOU I rewatched Practical Magic the other day, and even though I'm not into romance, the scene where Sandra Bullock's character runs to kiss her future husband kinda got to me, so now I have Faith Hill's This Kiss stuck in my head. And that inspired me to this piece, which is basically exactly what you wanted, so I don't really see how it's my piece, it's actually yours.

Frankie x you (no descriptors)

No warnings, just kissing <3

409 words

The arrivals board tells you that his flight has landed on time, fifteen minutes ago. You shift your weight from one leg to the other, your fingers tapping against your thumbs in anticipation. He only has a carry-on so he should be coming directly to the arrivals hall, no baggage claim in between.

The door into arrivals opens, letting people through, but he’s still not there. You exhale and annoyance while simultaneously having to smile at yourself. This isn’t like you, being this worked up about being away from a man for a week isn’t your style. You usually relish being on your own – and you have, but you’re still waiting like crazy for him to be back in your arms.

Frankie. He’s just that different. You might still be in the honeymoon phase, but goddammit, he’s different than anyone else you’ve ever dated. He’s just as crazy about you as you are about him, and you believe him when he says so.

You lick your lips, eyes fixed on the door, searching every face that comes through it.

And finally, there he is, his old army duffel bag slung over his shoulder, baseball cap on his head, eyes scanning the crowd like it’s a hostile territory until he sees you and his face lights up.

Frankie.

He steers towards you with brisk steps, but you’re not waiting for him to reach you: you’re running to him, flinging yourself into his arms, nearly jumping if it wasn’t for his back. Frankie hugs you tightly and lifts you off the ground, spinning you around before setting you down and then his lips is on yours and it’s like he was never away to see his parents, the way his lips fit yours. Your arms are slung tightly around his neck, his hat falls to the floor, time passes by, people arrive and leave, and nothing else matters but kissing Frankie, smelling him, having his strong arms around your waist. Finally, he brushes his lips over yours, drawing a deep breath and sighing it out, happily.

”Hi,” he whispers.

”Hi,” you smile, ”I love you.”

”I love you.”

His arm around your shoulders, your arm around his waist, you go to the car, Frankie’s hat forgotten for someone else to pick up.

It's the way you love me

It's a feeling like this

It's centrifugal motion

It's perpetual bliss

It's that pivotal moment

It's, ah, impossible

This kiss, this kiss (unstoppable)

[hlficlibrary]

Hii, do you've any larry fic suggestions where they're forced to marry for business convenience but end up falling for each other?

Hi, anon! Here are some that I think fit what you're looking for. If you want a full rec, check out the "Suggestion Box" link on the pinned post!

put the stars in our eyes by pinkgelpen (crybaby)

Louis is set to inherit the family farm after the death of his father, but after finding out that he needs to be married in order to do so, purchasing a nineteen year-old, mail-order husband named Harry Styles seems to be the easiest answer.

And I’d Marry You Harry (Because You Forced Me) by @2tiedships2

Louis had blindly followed Harry back to his office, closing the door behind him.

“I’m slightly confused,” Louis said. “Actually I’m very confused.”

“About what?”

“What just happened upstairs? Did you forget that you told your boss that we were engaged? Because the last time I checked we are very much not engaged. At all. No offense, but we never will be.”

“It’s really not that complicated,” Harry explained. “We get married and in a year or so we can file for divorce. No big deal. It’s not like you can’t wait a little while to find someone else anyway.”

Louis was going to pay a bus driver to accidentally run into Harry. A concussion would be fine. Obviously a couple broken limbs. That’s something that’s not complicated.

Or The Proposal AU featuring Harry as Sandra Bullock, Louis as Ryan Reynolds, and all the fun a fake relationship and forced engagement can bring.

kiss me on the mouth (and set me free) by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix

Harry, being his endlessly patient self, asks with a wry smile, “And who am I going to spontaneously marry for financial aid?” 

He clearly intends for it to be a rhetorical question, for it to shoot down Louis’ ridiculous marriage idea. But Louis answers easily, “Me. You’ll marry me."

aka the not-so fake marriage AU in which Harry and Louis get married to keep Harry from dropping out of uni (and if they discover that they’re in love along the way, well, that’s neither here nor there).

[mysharona1987]

Re: The Blind Side. I would avoid demanding an apology from Sandra Bullock right now or say she give up the Oscar. She’s just buried her long-time partner and there’s no indication she knew the real story about Micheal Oher.

Should she have starred in a “white saviour” film? Well, no. And she should talk about that in the future.

But taking it out on her instead of Leigh Anne Tuohy and her husband, the people that committed these heinous actions, seems rather unfair.

[jerzwriter]

Different Destinations

I know I said tomorrow, @juudaimes-true-form, but I couldn't sleep anyway, so I did it now! Thanks so much for the three-word prompt: Jackie, Casey, Postcard. I did have to add Tobias to go in the direction I wanted to with this; I hope you don't mind. 😊

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Featuring: Tobias x Casey Carrick, Jackie Varma Rating: Teen Words: 1,040 Summary: Casey & Jackie are spending a Sunday afternoon together; it's just like their roomie days - but then again, it's not. A/N: For those unfamiliar with my Tobias x Casey HC - Tobias comes from an extremely wealthy background on his father's side, whereas Casey's family really struggled financially. Per canon, Jackie had a childhood more in line with Casey's. This story takes place Post Book 3, about a year after their daughter's birth. @choicesjanuary2024 Day 7 - Reflection

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, and it felt like old times. Casey and Jackie were lounging on the couch with a spread of snacks that both would have advised patients against eating laid out before them. That and wine... copious amounts of wine. They spent an hour catching up and laughing, and then they began the painful process of selecting a movie. They had to resort to a flip of a coin, and Jackie groaned when Casey's choices won. Another freaking romcom. Yep, it was just like old times... until a rustling noise from the corner of the room served as a reminder. It wasn't old times, Casey had a husband now.

"Babe," she said, stretching her neck over the couch. "Whatcha doing?"

"I told you, I'm going to go through my storage boxes in the basement. I want to make that area into a play space for Samantha, so I need to clear it out."

"12.5 rooms in this townhome, and you choose to do that in the one we're in?" Jackie quipped.

Tobias replied with a bright grin. "Aw, Jackie... you know I can never stay far away from you. Besides, I thought you might want to see some of my childhood memorabilia."

Jackie rolled her eyes as Casey assured him she'd love to see his trinkets, but they were watching a movie right now. Jackie's eyes flicked toward the screen, and she realized she found her salvation. One last look at Sandra Bullock, and she grabbed the remote.

"You know what, Tobias, this is the perfect opportunity to get to know you better!" She smiled.

"You see!" Tobias replied enthusiastically. "You see Casey! Jackie's making a valiant effort here!"

"Tobias," Casey sighed. "She’s trying to get out of watching The Proposal again.”

Tobias leaned in toward Jackie with a smirk. “Shit, we can bond over that, too.”  

Casey threw a pillow his way. “I can hear you! So, now that you two have interrupted my movie I’ll never know what happened to Sandra and Ryan....”

“Like you haven't seen this twenty times,” Jackie injected.

“... as I was saying, since you interrupted my movie, let’s see what you’ve got there.”

“Well, there’s this,” he grinned, holding up a small, green felt teddy bear that had seen better days.

“Please tell me that has sentimental value," Jackie said, tossing the object to Casey. "Because if it doesn't, and that’s what you’ve chosen to hold on to, I'm going to judge you."

“It does! That’s the first stuffed animal anyone ever won for me at a carnival.”

“Oh, really!” Casey teased. “And who won this for you, dear?”

Tobias sat back, cupping his hands behind his head. “Annabelle Worthington. We were in fifth grade.”

“Wait, shouldn’t you have won it for her?” Jackie mocked.

“We don’t do that sexist shit in this house, Jackie. Besides, I offered to let her keep it, and she said no. I was a hot commodity even then, ladies!"

Both of the women groaned and grabbed their glasses of wine.

“You know, I think we should go back to the movie,” Jackie suggested. “It may be better than your husband.”

Jackie and Casey’s conversation turned back to a patient as Tobias continued to scavenge through the box, soon after, he interrupted them once more.

“Holy shit! Look at this!” He gushed. “I haven’t seen this in forever.”

“What is it?” Casey asked.

Tobias handed them a stack of old postcards and stood over their shoulders to tell them about each one.

“That's when we went to Disney World when I was five. My brother wasn’t around yet, so I got all the attention.”

“Ah, so that's where it began,” Casey jested.

Ignoring her, Tobias tapped on the postcard Jackie was holding.

“And that’s Hawaii. We went to that resort every year. My parents made it a holiday tradition to avoid half our relatives,” he chuckled. “I didn’t realize that last part until I was older.”

“Where is this one from?” Casey asked. 

“That’s Tanzania,” he said enthusiastically. “When we went on a safari for my twelfth birthday! Damn, I have to go find the pictures from that trip!”

After a few more, Tobias gathered the cards and tucked them away in the box. “So what about you guys? Do you have any postcards from your vacation spots growing up?”

Casey and Jackie exchanged a look, eyes glimmering mischievously, they knew what they were about to do.

“Well, I don’t know?” Casey hummed. “But I'll call my mother. I’m sure she saved some. They're probably tucked away in our summer home. What about you, Jackie?”

“Me? Nah, they couldn't possibly be in any of our homes. After all, there were too many! But they may be in our family archives."

“All right...” Tobias said, slightly abashed. But they weren't done with him yet.

“Where did you go most frequently?” Casey asked.

“Me? Usually, the water park... you know... I was lucky because it was right down the street from me. It was open every summer, well... until the firefighters arrived and insisted on recapping the hydrants. Then all the fun was over."

“Oh, yes! We had a waterpark like that in Philly, too! Did you ever go to that location?”

“Nope, can’t say I did! But there was that special year when we went camping... to rough it.”

“Really, and where did you go? The Adirondacks? Jackson Hole?"

“My living room... the gas and electricity was shut off for a few days... that's why we were roughing it.”

"Damn! And you don't have a postcard of that?"

“All right, all right!” Tobias insisted. “I'm sorry. Sometimes, I forget that everyone wasn't an entitled ass like I was."

“Was?” Jackie smirked.

“Really, I’m sorry. I'm an idiot."

“Yeah," Casey grinned, reaching over to pat his but. "But you’re a cute idiot."

“Speak for yourself on that!" Jackie stated as she stuffed Cheeto in her mouth.

“Will you forgive me if I make you ladies homemade pizza for dinner?"

“That would be a start,” Casey nodded. “If you go get us ice cream for dessert, I think I can let it go.”

“Speak for yourself,” Jackie kidded. “I’m not forgiving him until he takes me to Tanzania!”

Tobias scurried out of the room, and Casey flipped the TV back on to Jackie’s great disappointment.

“You know, he’s really not an ass,” Casey insisted. “But every now and then, he forgets we weren’t all to the manor born.”

“Oh, I know,” Jackie shrugged. “But I hope he says something stupid like that every time I come over."

“Really? Why?”

“Because the man makes a great homemade pizza."

Thanks so much for reading! :)

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[angstigone]

BESTIE I’M LIVING FOR YOUR PRACTICAL MAGIC OBSESSION that’s my all time favorite comfort movie. I love it so much, Sandra Bullock’s character and her love spell and the detective? Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!! I kinda wanna watch it now! Back in the day I wrote a Hux fanfic based on it that I never finished eheheh. Not only is that movie such a vibe is also such a good AU for a lot of characters!! ALSO THE MUSIC? THE FASHION!? that movie is perfection.

AHAHAHAA IT'S A WHOLE «PRACTICAL MAGIC» RENAISSANCE!

like I literally had to search up the books because I discovered the movie comes from a series of books so here I am searching them up. BUT THEY ARE SO EXPENSIVE (and I shouldn't be allowed near a book store considering that last time I spent 67 euros last time I visited one).

and oh gods, ugh I did love sandra bullock's character but NICOLE KIDMAN AS A REDHEAD WITCH? ma'am, I fear that shall be my new personality.

and you are so right! like the whole scene of sandra bullock's character begging the aunts for her husband to be brought back? that's peak naoko (my csm oc) and kishibe. ugh, also I love the whole turning of the spoon on its own.

(and bestie, I need that hux fic LIKE ASAP).

and yeah, like there wasn't a sole aspect of that movie that didn't utterly enchant me; like the fashion? I want to dress up as aunt frances EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE. but also yeah, of course they had stevie nicks on it and in general, I loved the themes as I am a sucker of the whole platonic love above romantic love, ugh (like we recently talked with my friends and pls ugh).

[incorrectprodigalsonquotes]

What Could've Been for Prodigal Son Season 4... Part 1

Okay so this is what could've been for Season 4, of course you're free to disagree with me but this is just how my brain thinks might’ve happened to just settle the fact that we never got closure lol:

Season 4 starts where Season 3 left off more or less

Malcolm is still at the hospital with whom he now knows to be his sister (seriously, Lorelai or Katherine? Which name? I'll just call her Sissy for now... because she's a little sister lol)

Her husband makes his first appearance, and he's a little cautious about Malcolm. Sissy wants to know her older brother, especially now that she's learned that her birth father is one of New York's infamous serial killers. She needs to know how to live with that.

Dani goes to the hospital to see Malcolm, hugs him, then slaps his chest because she thought he got seriously hurt... again. We'd get the first Brightwell moment of the season, possibly a kiss.

They have another moment in the waiting room as Malcolm talks about the fact that he now has another sister and that it turns out his mother thinking Martin had been cheating on her wasn't her getting the wrong vibe, they both had the right instincts back then, Malcolm had just been able to prove his suspicions. Dani hugs him and tells him that she's here for him, whatever he decides to do to proceed.

Martin is awake, and he tells Mr David that he wishes to call his family, he has a few words for "his boy".

A case with another family annihilator comes their way but the main difference this time is that it's attempted murder because the killer got it all wrong. He killed his boss because he got rightfully fired and he didn't want to face his family so he'd been lying about going to work for weeks and then he tried to kill them... thankfully he failed.

It brings up a lot of feelings for Malcolm because he can't imagine doing something like that to his own family... but then again, Martin was technically his family because DNA (dumb DNA) and he wonders if stabbing Martin (again) wasn't just a fluke and it was just tapping into who he really is.

At the end of the case, Malcolm and Gil have a conversation, and Gil tells Malcolm, "I don't know if I ever told you this, kid, but... even though I do worry about you and I always will, the one thing I never worried about was you becoming like the Surgeon. You two might be related by blood, but you are your own person, and you have proven more times than you'll ever know that you are a good man. One I happen to be very proud of."

Halloween episode where they all dress up... Malcolm is clearly dressed up as Waldo of "Where's Waldo" fame. It was Dani’s idea jokingly, but he took it seriously. Dani is dressed in the sequin jumpsuit similar to the one Sandra Bullock wore in "The Lost City", a movie both she and Malcolm really enjoyed.

At the end of the episode, Malcolm is informed that Martin has woken up and wishes to speak to him. Malcolm declines.

After that, a Dani backstory episode about her and her family. We learn about how her dad died (it was definitely something unexpected like a car crash) and also why Dani chose to join the force in the first place. Dani's dad was actually an officer who was in the same police academy class as Gil, the two might have been friends in their academy days and then years later, it wasn't until after Dani was brought onto his team that Gil realized who her dad was. One of the reasons Dani likes Gil as a boss is because he reminds her a lot of her dad.

Christmas episode and partial JT backstory (we don't learn his name until Season 5). We see how JT and Tally spend Christmas, especially now that they have a son who is almost two years old. They're very happy and Tally tells him that she's pregnant again.

They invite everyone from both their jobs for a Christmas party too.

The Christmas case involves a gingerbread house competition and one of the judges was killed because he rigged the contest so the woman he was having an affair with would win. That same woman tries flirting with Malcolm but not only is he oblivious to it, he also makes it very clear just how in love he is with Dani.

Malcolm also sends his half-sister a Christmas card. He considers sending one to Ainsley but finds the ripped birthday card she sent back in his drawer and decides against it.

Gil actually takes Jessica out to dinner for Christmas Eve, hoping to start a tradition for the two of them. It goes so well, they both wonder if this is some kind of dream.

Malcolm and Dani spend Christmas Eve together and Dani teaches him how to make a lavender mint hot chocolate (an idea I got from @morningssofgold seriously go check out her Brightwell fics, they are incredible!) Malcolm says how he's never felt so... calm on Christmas Eve, like there's no expectations, they can just enjoy the night.

Dani agrees and offhandedly says, "There's something soothing about the people you love making you feel at ease..."

Malcolm stares at her for a moment.

Dani tilts her head, "What?"

He finally smiles before he pulls her in for a kiss, stopping for one moment to whisper, "I love you too..."

The mid-season finale ends on a seemingly positive note...

Until the actual final scene.

Ainsley can be seen picking up the phone and calling someplace. The camera goes around her apartment as her muffled voice seems to be asking for someone. When the camera goes back to her face, she's smiling, "Hi Daddy... Merry Christmas."

Martin’s voice happily saying, "My girl"

Mid-season finale ends on Ainsley’s smile (maybe) turning sinister.

[morganbritton132]

would steve ever insist that eddie comes to basketball games with him just so they have an excuse to get those good seats right at the court that famous people and celebrities usually get?

Eddie is not Steve’s go-to person if he wants basketball tickets.

He goes to Lucas because every doctor knows a doctor that knows someone with season tickets they never use. And also, Steve kinda wants to go to the game with someone who, you know, will actually enjoy being there.

Eddie’s undying hatred of all things sports is, well…undying.

But Steve’s been a Pacers’ fan since the first time his dad shoved a basketball in his hands and taught him how to shoot. He has watched them lose in the playoffs every year that they make it to it, but he’s convinced. 2014 was going to be different.

He just can’t get tickets. He spent all day trying to buy them online and failed, and all the resale tickets are for seats that suck or way over his paygrade. Him and Eddie pay for their own hobbies out of their separate bank accounts, and Steve can’t afford the absolutely ridiculous price that’s being asked so…

“Please?” Steve asked, big puppy eyes and adorable little pout. He knew what he was doing and so did Eddie. “Pretty please? I never ask you for anything, Ed…Okay, fine, except for all the stuff I ask you for, but this is different. It’s a small price to pay to see my team win.”

“Your team that has literally never won in the history of all time?”

“How many championships does Leg-less the loser elf have?” Steve asked.

“…It’s Legolas,” Eddie said. “And he was a part of the fellowship that kinda saved the world.”

“So was I,” Steve pointed out. “And I deserve this.”

Steve didn’t ask for courtside seats. He didn’t ask to be sat among the rich and famous. Hell, he didn’t even ask Eddie to go with him. He just wanted to see if Eddie had a connection that could get him a ticket for a seat that wasn’t in the nosebleeds.

Steve doesn’t really believe that the tickets Eddie showed him are real until they are sitting in their seats – their seats that are courtside and five feet away from Paul George warming up. Steve is so excited to be there that he pretty much misses Eddie shaking someone’s hand right in front of him until he’s nudged in the shoulder, “Babe, you know, Sandy, right?”

“Yeah, totally,” Steve says absently, sparing a glance in the direction Eddie was gesturing before looking back out at the court. It takes him a second for his brain to register who he was just looking at and then, “Holy shit, you’re Sandra Bullock.”

She is just as beautiful and as nice as Steve has always thought she was, and she’s amused by him which makes Steve blush. She holds out her hand to him, “And you are…”

“I’m…” Steve trails off, only picking back up his train of thought when Eddie laughs loudly beside him. “Steve. I’m Steve. Uh, Harrington. Eddie’s – I’m – we’re together, by law.”

“We’re married,” Eddie grinned, throwing his arm over Steve’s shoulder, and wiggling his wedding ring at her. “Still working on how to tell people, obviously.”

She congratulates them and talks to them a bit about the game (bring Steve out of his starstruck stupor), and even buys them champagne as a late little wedding gift. It’s a blast.

Eddie spends half the game flinching every time the ball bounces a little too close or a player nearly ends up in their lap, but Steve is loving all of it. The other half of the time, Eddie is having Steve explain what’s going on and who the players are, or he’s talking to the guy next to him.

It’s some square jawed model type that Steve doesn’t recognize and also, doesn’t like. He’s a little too friendly with his husband, especially when he curled a piece of Eddie’s hair around his finger. When the two of them end up on the kiss cam together, Eddie doesn’t even get a chance to register it before Steve pulls him nearly out of the camera frame and kisses him.

Later, fans will make jokes about the pictures of that night because it’s very clear that Steve and Eddie switched seats.