#abby x townsend

[gildengirl]

If Abby and Townsend didn't first get together with the cliche "Shut up." "Make me." then I don't know what to tell you, because they most certainly did.

[g-girlshavingfun]

December Prompts

1) Warm Tequila - Abby x Townsend

Set about 5 years after the events of UWS, Abby and Townsend explore the Christmas markets in London. (2,121)

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“What do you think?”

Edward’s gaze, previously locked fiercely on a group of young men armed with black puffer jackets and overpriced beer not-so-discretely leering at any and all women who happened to pass them by, jumped back to his wife at her inquisitive tone.

Blinded momentarily by her smile, he took a moment to simply stare at her. Dark hair half-buried under her woolly hat fell in waves around her face made pale by the cold. The dusting of freckles that decorated her nose and cheeks, the pattern that was engrained in the memory of his lips, that he knew better than he knew the features of his own face, were buried under the redness of her nose, the pinking of her cheeks. Emerald eyes twinkled with mischief, alight with joy and the reflection of the Christmas lights lining the market stall they stood beneath. Her smile spread far beyond her mouth. From the whites of her teeth, ever so slightly crooked in the back of her mouth in a way that no one could see but Edward knew intimately, to the stretch of her lips, chapped from the cold but soft all the same. From the rounding of her cheeks and the scrunching of her eyes, to the giggle in her shoulders and the bounce in her toes. It spread beyond her even, reaching the tips of his tingling fingers and filling his chest with an adoring warmth. Slight lines cut through her face, a lifetime of her smiles carving brackets around her eyes, and more than a lifetime’s worth of pain slicing through the skin above her forehead. She wasn’t quite the 24 year old he met in Romania, nor the woman just beginning her 30’s he fell head over heels for in Buenos Aires, but here amongst the London gabble, browsing through tat in Leicester Square’s Christmas market, less than a year from entering her 40’s, he was still absolutely certain of what he first decided all those years ago.

Abigail Cameron was undoubtedly the most gorgeous woman in the world.

Remembering that she asked him a question, he kickstarted his brain back into motion and finally registered the monstrosity she was holding out in front of him. It somewhat resembled a winter hat, though it just as easily could’ve been an overfed cat for all the fur lining the inside. It was a sort of vomit-green colour, equipped with a red bobble on top and matching ear flaps on the sides. Adorning the face of it was the likeness of that thing from the Christmas film Abby loved so much, a similar vomit shade of green with a devilish grin and light-up yellow eyes. The Grinch, he remembered.

Fighting valiantly against the smirk that tugged against his lips, he quirked an eyebrow at her. “You already have a hat Abigail.”

Her grin grew, delighted in his indulgence of her antics. “Not for me silly!” She tapped her card against the reader held out to her by the man working the stand, flashing him a smile that seemed to stun him to the spot.

Edward could empathise.

Reaching upwards, she yanked the garish hat unceremoniously onto his head, adjusting it slightly so  he could still see, and giving his cheeks a patronising pat before her arms settled around his shoulders.

“Absolutely not.”

“C’mon Townsend you need a winter hat. You lose most of your heat through your head you know-

“Actually that study was debunked a few years ago.”

“-and this one suits you perfectly!” It was getting hard to focus on what she was saying. Her fingers were dancing across the back of his neck and playing with the curls of his hair slipping out the back of the hat. “Besides, what would your mother say if she knew you were wandering around in the freezing cold-

“-It’s only 5 degrees love.”

“-freezing, without a hat on?”

“Well she’s from Carlisle, so she’d probably be ashamed that I’m wearing a coat.”

“Yeah I don’t know what that means.”

And then she kissed him.

It was a short kiss - too short - but it made him go weak in the knees, the ankles, the heart, all the same. His hands latched onto her waist and pulled, grunting slightly as she let herself go weightless against him, feeling her smile into his mouth as he lost himself in her. When she moved to pull away, his entire body seemed to chase her. Tightening his arms around her back, arching his neck down towards her face, his nose brushing up against hers in a desperate attempt to keep their lips attached. Laughing, she pulled away anyhow, leaving only her fingers on his shoulders, the tip of her nose against his jaw, her breath sweeping across his neck.

Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she pouted, uttered a single “Please?” and he was gone.

“Fine.”

Anything to get her to kiss him like that one more time. All the time. For the rest of time.

Again, her lips were warm on his, a stark contrast to the state of her fingers now running down his spine from under the collar of his coat. One of his own hands crept upwards, cupping the back of her head and soothing through the silk that was her hair, the other migrating around her back, encircling her in his arms like he could keep her there forever. Cherry danced across his tongue, the scent of jasmine tickled his nose, symphonies of all the sonnets ever written cascaded through his ears. All his senses were engulfed by her. It was all he could do to contain his love, his elation, his-

Giggles broke them apart. Not his wife’s this time, but a trio of preteen girls hovering nearby. Abby turned and smiled kindly at them, no sign of the embarrassment that danced across his own cheeks, and he couldn’t help the bashful smile that broke across his face.

“Ah ha!” Quick as anything, she had pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of his love-stricken grin, ignoring the pained groan that crept out of his mouth. “What? Its just for Zach. And your parents. And maybe Rachel and the girls, they think you never smile you know?” Walking backwards, perfectly navigating the crowds of tourists despite never breaking eye-contact with him, her hands travelled down his arms until they intertwined with his own, pulling him along with her through the market stalls once more.

“As long as Solomon never sees it.”

“Eh, no promises.” Another groan. “C’mon grumpy, you can buy me a drink to cheer yourself up.”

“How will that cheer me up?”

“Because maybe I’ll find a way to pay you back.” With a wink that made his heart stutter and all the blood and heat in his body rush somewhere very not appropriate for their current circumstances, she spun on her heel and tugged him more urgently towards the pop-up bar. “We’re trying the Poppins special.”

Once he regained control of his wits, he glanced up at the menu boards. The usual festive drinks were on offer, mulled wine and cider, Irish coffee and hot chocolates, even Prosecco for those willing to fork out £15 a glass. There were tamer options as well for those less in the Christmas spirit, beer and larger on tap, plus every spirit and mixer known to man, but of course Abby had opted for one of the themed cocktail specials. Cleverly, they had devised a different drink for each of the famous statues dotted around the market, including a kid-friendly option named after Paddington the bear, and Edward quickly focussed his vision on the one named after the illustrious nanny.

“Tequila? Who drinks hot tequila?”

“You in about 5 minutes.” She gave him a gentle push to the middle of his back, tone growing impatient, “Large please.”

“I don’t know why I have to have it as well.” Protesting even as he held out his card to the bartender, nodding in polite acknowledgement of his sympathetic smile. “I’d be much happier with a whiskey.”

“Well that wouldn’t be very Christmassy-“

“Not a word.”

“-yes it is! would it? Besides, you’ll like this.” Abby near-always spoke with confidence, even when she was blatantly wrong and knew it, but her absolute assuredness gave him pause.

He turned to face her, eyebrows furrowing, “How do you know?”

“Uhh because I know you dummy?”

“No, how do you know I’ll like it if you don’t know what it tastes like?” Eyes flickering downward, she bit her lip slightly, humming in thought. Edward huffed in disbelief. Of course she managed to sneak off and treat herself. “When? We’ve been together the entire time?”

“You were very distracted staring at the jewellery over there,” she jutted her head towards the adjacent stall and he followed her gaze. The table was adorned with floral rings and earrings, bracelets and hairpieces, the necklaces displayed behind the woman manning the station. It wasn’t extravagant stuff, though the advertisement claimed they were made of real flowers, and nothing that Abby would ever wear, but while he had already bought gifts for his side of the family, he had little planned for those back home. He had been eyeing a charm bracelet for Cammie, after all these years still uncertain if it was the kind of gift a man bought his niece-in-law-slash-almost-daughter-in-law, and he must’ve been debating it for longer than he thought. Abby’s voice broke through his musings once more. “She’s very pretty isn't she?”

What?

“What- No!” He spun back around to face her, a sliver of panic gripping him as he realised he was staring at the stand, lost in thought, and the woman attending it was smiling back at him. Abby only laughed at him though, throwing her head back and quelling the brief dread of a fight that had started building in him.

Taking her drink from the bartender in one hand, her smile of thanks igniting a flush across the young mans face, her other reached up and threaded through the hair on the back of his neck in apology for her teasing. Retrieving his own drink, he huffed in forgiveness, removing the aforementioned icicles from his neck and placing a small kiss to her fingers as he led them away from the bar.

“How come I get bullied into wearing this hat-“

“I would call it gentle encouragement.”

“—but you’re allowed to lose your fingers to frostbite by not wearing gloves?”

“Because how am I supposed to show this off if I’m wearing gloves?”

Taking a generous drink of the warmed tequila through her smirk, she released his hand to hold her own out in front of them, wiggling her fingers until her ring caught the twinkling of the lights around them. Reluctantly, he conceded the point to her, recalling the number of times today that she had caught the attention of onlookers, their eyes drifting from her face to her left hand in resigned disappointment. Edward could feel his own ring, his most prized possession, cool around his own finger, and smiled. He hadn’t taken it off since he officially stepped out of the field and into a desk position at Langley, his bad knee from all those years ago finally getting the upper hand on him, but the novelty of being married to this woman had yet to wear off.

“Right, bottoms up or whatever.” He rolled his eyes at her attempt at an English accent. “Seriously, just try it.”

In a mirror image of her, he raised the plastic glass to his lips, taking a slow, deliberate gulp.

Bloody hell, he hated it when she was right.

The burn from the tequila was tempered by the warmth of the drink itself, and challenged by the zap  of orange and lemon dancing down his throat. It was thick and had a hint of sweetness, no doubt containing an unholy amount of honey, but the bitterness of aniseed balanced it out well. Hints of cinnamon and nutmeg danced on his tongue, and he was suddenly struck by the question of whether he could taste the spices on hers.

“See, you love it.” Another laugh bubbled out her mouth at his reluctant affirmation, mirth streaking across her face as she shook her head in astonishment. “When are you gonna learn that I’m always right hey?”

Sending another gulp down his throat, he set his drink to the side, grabbing hers while he was at it. Ignoring her protests, he pulled her in by the waist, desperate to learn the answer to his own question. But first…

“I love you.”

He kissed the smirk straight off her face.

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Authors note:

There you go, there’s roughly 2000 words of Tabby fluff and Townsend being a major simp.

Apologies for British nonsense, but unfortunately, much like Edward Townsend, I too am English. For those not cursed with the insider knowledge, Carlisle is a city pretty far north in England, hence being used to the cold, the wind, and the rain. Leicester Square is a square in London near the West End where they have a popular Christmas market every year. It’s next to the cinemas where they hold movie premieres so theres loads of statues of famous British entertainment figures like Paddington, Mary Poppins, and Mr Bean.

[g-girlshavingfun]

He has good taste and that redeemed him

Remember when we didn’t like Edward Townsend?  Good times

[jltonnere]

Gallagher Girls Dreamcast

Gabe Gray as Zach Goode

Shailene Woodley as Cammie Morgan

Kumail Nanjiani as Edward Townsend

Colbie Smulders as Abigail Cameron

Kieran as Elizabeth Sutton

Maisie Richardson-Sellers as Rebecca Baxter

Jamie Chung as Macey McHenry

Darren Barnet as Preston Winters

Paul Rudd as Joe Solomon

Miranda Frigon as Rachel Morgan Solomon

[lovingmilkshakeninja]

Gallagher Girls ships as Taylor Swift songs

Cammie x Zach - Afterglow

Tell me that you're still mine

Tell me that we'll be just fine

Even when I lose my mind

I need to say

Tell me that it's not my fault

Tell me that I'm all you want

Even when I break your heart

Liz x Bex - You Belong With Me

If you could see that I'm the one

Who understands you

Been here all along

So, why can't you see?

You belong with me

You belong with me

Macey x Preston - Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince

Ah, ah, ah

No cameras catch my muffled cries

I counted days, I counted miles

To see you there

To see you there

And now the storm is coming,

Josh x Cammie - Don't You

Hey, I knew I'd run into you somewhere

It's been a while, I didn't mean to stare

I heard she's nothin' like me

I'm sure she'll make you happy

Bex x Cammie - Dorothea

Hey Dorothea

Do you ever stop and think about me?

When it was calmer

Skipping the prom

Just to piss off your mom

And her pageant schemes

And damn, Dorothea

They all wanna be ya

But are you still the same soul

I met under the bleachers?

Rachel x Matt - We were happy

When it was good, baby, it was good, baby

We showed 'em all up

No one could touch the way we laughed in the dark

Talkin' 'bout your daddy's farm we were gonna buy someday

And we were happy

We were happy

Joe x Matt - I know places

'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes

And guns

They are the hunters, we are the foxes

And we run

Joe x Rachel - Everything has changed

Cause all I know is we said, "Hello"

And your eyes look like comin' home

All I know is a simple name

Everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

And you'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday

Is everything has changed

Townsend x Abby - Style

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Townsend x Catherine - Illicit Affairs

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie, and they lie, and they lie

A million little times

[heliotropehotch]

dumbass - a.h. x reader

A/N: ty to @bucksgoat​ and pinterest for the idea for this fic

words: 1663

author: abby

warnings: gunshot wounds, breakups, mention of death (haley, its very brief) (ends in fluff!)

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Garcia asked, panicked, opening her office door for her best friend. 

“I can’t keep pretending like I’m not in pain,” she leaned against the door, sliding town to the floor. “I can’t keep pretending it didn’t hurt.”

“What did he even say to you?” Y/N shook her head, tears clouding her vision. 

“I thought if I acted like it didn’t matter, then it wouldn’t. But I was wrong. In the back of my head all day, I’ve just been thinking about what happened and what I could’ve done differently and it’s eating me alive, not being able to understand what was so horrible about me that he didn’t want me anymore,” she cried pulling her knees into her chest. “Penny, he took my lungs from my chest and now I’m suffocating.”

“Have you told any of this to Hotch?” she knelt down, putting a hand on Y/N’s knee. “Maybe if you just talked it out, he could explain-”

“I don’t know if I can handle that,” she sighed. “I can’t handle him looking me in the eyes and telling me I’m not good enough. God, you should’ve seen the look on his face; he was disgusted with me, repulsed.”

“Y/N, Hotch-” she began before being interrupted by a loud banging on the door. 

“Garcia,” his unmistakable voice rang out. “We’ve got a case, meet in the briefing room in 15.”

Y/N sighed, untensing her body as the familiar gait of his walk faded away, she looked again at her best friend, with soft, sad eyes. 

“You’re leaving, aren’t you,” Garcia’s eyes welled up. You gave her a sad smile.

“I’m headed to Strauss’s now to ask for a transfer. This’ll be my last case I think,” she stood up, dusting off the back of her suit pants. “I love you, Pen. Don’t cry okay? I’ll still come visit you.”

She walked out the office, head high as she traveled to Strauss’s lion’s den. Meanwhile, Penelope Garcia stormed to the briefing room, with a head full of anger and tears. Morgan’s eyes went wide from the window of the briefing room. “Uh Hotch?” he pointed at the bright woman whose face might actually blow. “I think you’ve got a storm coming.”

Aaron looked up from shuffling files in his hands, eyebrows in their constant furrow, the door swung open, causing a look of shock to grace his features. 

“Babygirl,” Morgan tried to calm her, but she blatantly ignored his words.

“Hotch, sir,” she began with steady breathing. “You need to do something.”

“Garcia, it’s really not any of your business,” he sighed. 

“See that’s where you’re wrong,” he raised his eyebrows. “Don’t give me that look. It became my business once you became the reason why my best friend is transferring.”

“She’s what?” he asked softly in disbelief.

“Whoa, babygirl,” Morgan once again tried to intervene. “What are you talking about?”

She ignored him again. “I thought I knew why you did it but obviously not. What did you even say to her?”

Hotch looked down, ashamed. “Does it matter? If she hates me, then I’m not hurting her.”

“That’s the point!” Garcia all but shouted. “She doesn’t hate you. She absolutely and completely loves you. What she hates is herself,” she muttered the last part out.

“Wait she’s-”

“She’s questioning what the hell is wrong with her, is what she’s doing,” Garcia stood straight. “Sir, you have my complete and total respect one hundred percent of the time and what I say, I mean with that respect still here, but you were a total dumbass.”

Before he could see anything, the familiar clack of Y/N’s heels headed up the stairs. With a final look, Penny moved to sit down next to Morgan, who was still looking at her like she had grown a third eye. 

“Sorry I’m late,” she said sheepishly, barely loud enough for Hotch to hear it. She sat down next to Garcia, who’s hand immediately found hers in a comforting grasp. She noticed the eyes of her teammates on her, but refused to look at Hotch’s face. If she had, she would’ve seen guilt and worry. “What? Do I have something on my face?” she quickly swept under her eyes for stray tears. 

Hotch cleared his throat, distracting the team long enough to begin the briefing.

In West Virginia, in the Monongahela National Forest, a man had been capturing and killing people for sport. Both men and women in their early thirties had been picked up from the side of the road as hitchhikers and then taken to a small cabin to be literally slaughtered like animals. 

Now, at the residence, the team had the location surrounded, vest doting each of the members. Y/N entered the cabin, her gun drawn and focus centered on finding the unsub, with Hotch, Morgan, and Emily behind her. She found herself in a musty office, covered in old newspapers and various taxidermied animals hung on the walls.

In a recliner, sat an older man (as they had profiled) rifle drawn and aimed at her. The latest victim, Amy Townsend, was tied across the large wooden desk. 

“Richard,” Y/N said calmly. “I need you to put down your gun.”

“Not a chance in hell, sweetheart,” she grimaced at the nickname, as his arms tense and focused on his aim. 

“Your father used to take you hunting, didn’t he?” she asked, lowering her weapon. “He taught you everything you know.”

“And what of it?” he barked out. 

“I’m not here to hurt you,” she said calmly. “Not like he did.”

“You don’t know anything!” he shouted. The creak of a floorboard behind you signified someone else’s presence entering the room. Morgan attempted to make his way around to Amy. Richard’s eyes followed him.

“Hey, look at me,” Y/N redirected. “He’s just here to help her.”

“Bullshit.”

“We’re not going to hurt you Richard. Not if you just lower the gun and come with me. We just want to help.”

“Where were you to help when I was growing up?” he scoffed. “Where were you when my mamma had passed out from the pain?” he shouted, finger tightening against the trigger of the rifle. “Nah, I’m done with you. I’m done with liars.”

“Richard, don’t-” her voice was cut off by the blast of the gun hitting her shoulder. Morgan shot off a round, rendering the unsub. 

“Medic!” he shouted, running over to her as Emily rounded the corner and darted to Amy to help her. “Y/N, stay with me. Hotch! Where the fuck is the medic?”

“Morgan,” she got out, limply putting a hand against the one’s holding pressure on the wound. 

“Hey hey,” he hushed, wiping a stray tear from her eye. A gurney and EMTs began to crowd you. “It’s okay. Medic’s are here, we’re gonna take care of you.”

“Morgan, where’s Y/N-” Hotch’s words tied at the end of his tongue, finding her bloodied and weak form, eyes beginning to close. “Y/N?” 

To the best of her abilities, she turned to look at the man who had recently torn her heart out. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. And then her vision faded to black.

The rhythmic steady beeping of machines was the first thing she became aware of. Secondly, the sore, scratchy feeling in her throat. Then the warm fingers tightly wrapped around her own. 

A dark-haired head laid against the bed over folded arms. It wasn’t hard to imagine whose. With a grimace, she pulled her hand from his, causing him to sit up straight in his seat. Tired eyes met hers for the first time in what had felt like weeks. 

“You’re awake.” he noted softly, as she took in his face. Tired eyes, dark circles, worry lines ever so more prominent. 

“You’re still here,” her hoarse voice said. “Why?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused. “I had to make sure you were okay.”

“Sir,” the formality made him cringe. “Where is the rest of the team?”

“Out in the waiting room,” he sighed, moving closer to her. He didn’t ignore the way her body tensed. “Y/N we should talk.”

“Now?” she chuckled sadly. “I’ve only just woken up and you want to do this now?”

“Don’t transfer.”

Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “How did you-” she stopped herself. “I’m gonna kill Garcia.”

“I never meant to hurt you,” he said, reaching for her hand. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“Then what exactly did you mean to do?” she asked, angry now. “Because packing up your things and saying ‘we’re not right for each other’ definitely hurt, Aaron.”

“I thought I was protecting you,” he sighed again. 

“Protecting me? From what?” his eyes were sad as they searched hers for the right words to say. “Oh my fucking god.”

“Y/N-” 

“From yourself?” she sighed, reaching for water. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“I know that. I’m sorry,” his voice shook as he looked to the ground ashamed. 

“Aaron,” she said softly, putting a hand on her cheek. “I’m not her.”

His eyes searched yours once again, tearing up. “I almost lost you today. I thought maybe if I could let you go, I could keep you away from all the danger I bring with me.”

“That’s not your decision to make,” she said softly.

“What?”

“Aaron,” she smiled. “I chose this danger long before I chose you. You were just a bonus addition.”

He chuckled, kissing the palm of her hand. “Please forgive me, love.”

“I forgave you the moment you left,” she hummed. “But if you ever even think about doing that shit again, I’ll have Garcia personally beat you up.”

He chuckled again, “Understood. What about Strauss?”

“Strauss,” her confusion was evident once more, before chuckling herself. “I hadn’t even gotten a chance to talk to her yet. Guess I’ll have to deal with your dumbass just a bit longer.”

[my-own-little-limbo]

I NEED MORE THIS IS TOO PERFECT

Spotify wrapped request for anything and everything Taylor Swift!

17. Question...? by Taylor Swift

This wrapped season is apparently all about the older generation. I’m not mad about it. Somehow all of midnights got in my wrapped in just a month (I’m insane) and when I saw this one on the list, I could not shake this idea. Do I get what Taylor is saying in half this song? No! So, here's what I made up! Hope you like it! 

There were few places in the world where a spy felt truly safe. The sign of a good spy (besides still being alive) was having at least one secure safe house and a favorite bar. It shouldn’t be your go to bar- no, that would be too obvious- but you should be recognizable enough to that one bartender that you can tell knows a bit more than they let on. (And, as a rule of life, never piss off your bartender.) 

So, Abby wasn’t alarmed when the chair next to her at the bar scraped against the wood floors. She didn’t look up when she felt someone’s presence next to her. She watched as her bartender glanced up at the person, addressed them as sir, and asked what he would be drinking. 

Abby smiled as she downed the last of her glass. It was the way the bartender had greeted the man that made her confident he knew too much. Without seeming out of the ordinary he had alerted her that it was a man beside her and that he didn’t appear to be a threat. 

It was when the man ordered his drink, albeit in perfect Russian, that the smile slipped from her face. Luckily her hair was obstructing both of their views of each other, but that couldn’t last forever. What the fuck was he doing there? 

The bartender slid the glass across the bar and the man passed him some bills in return. Abby got a flash of the watch on his wrist as it went by her face. Fighting the urge to groan she made eye contact with the bartender. He smiled and refilled her glass without a word. 

When he turned his back the man beside her cleared his throat. “So, Abigail,” he started, in English this time. Proper, pompous, English with that London accent that made her inexplicably angry. “What’s a good girl like you doing in a place like this?” 

“I hope you’re not insulting my bar,” she said, avoiding the question. She brought her glass back to her lips but didn’t take a sip. “I could ask the same of you, unless you’re here to drown my sorrows.” 

The man beside her chuckled humorlessly. “What sorrows would that be, my dear?” 

For a country known for how much they hated everyone they sure loved to throw around pet names. Abigail rolled her eyes and took a large drink from her glass, stalling. “Well, you are here. Alone. Bothering me.” 

“And that makes me sad?” 

“It’s a big city,” she fired back. “And you’re making the wrong choice.” 

Hell fell silent beside her, and she thought she might have finally gotten the last word with him. But then she felt a shift and his breath was hitting her ear as he spoke. “I don’t think so.” 

“Edward,” she started as she finally turned to him. The retort died on her lips as she took him in. There had been a reason she wasn’t looking at him. Her words could be as icy as his, but their eyes had this annoying tendency to melt around one another. 

Sometimes, Abigail swore they had something going on. That the number of times they’d ended up at the same place with nothing between them meant that there was, well... something between them. That the color he painted her nights was something she’d find if she just searched for a little harder. 

She did find it. Every time one of them came back to the other. 

But that was just it. It was one thing after another with them. Some fucking situation or circumstance beyond just their work that led to miscommunication that neither of them would address. They were too similar, both too stubborn to be the bigger person and get out of their own way. So those miscommunications led to fall outs until they ended up in a position not unlike the one they were in right now. Where Edward would smile at her like he’d won a prize by getting her to look at him. Or maybe he was smiling because if he’d won that meant she’d lost. 

“You’re barking up the wrong tree,” she told him. She went back for her drink but found it empty. Once she set it on the counter it was refilled but it was enough time for Edward to take the opening. 

“It’s nice to see you,” he complimented, taking her off guard. “You look well.” 

Abby scoffed. He wasn’t wrong. Her little black dress was the exact kind of thing you wanted to be wearing when you bumped into a guy like Edward Townsend. It was certainly doing its job, she realized, as she watched him spend a little too long looking at her crossed legs. 

“I’d offer to buy you a drink, but you seem to have that covered,” he continued, gesturing to her never empty glass. Abby smiled coyly, taking another sip and Edward took the invitation to keep his turn in their game going. He reached down and turned her barstool, making her face him. Abby watched the motion carefully, her eyes going up from his hand and forearm to his bicep and chest, concealed by his shirt he’d pushed up to the elbows and unbuttoned at the top. “What’s it going to take to get you to talk to me?” 

Abby raised her eyes to his face. His voice had lowered to ask his question, almost the way he spoke when he was mad at her. No, not mad. Frustrated. Needy, almost. She smiled, innocently. “Beg,” she said, simply. 

Shockingly, Edward cracked a smile at that. He leaned against the bar, chuckling as he went back for his own drink. “Maybe later,” he told her. He looked at her over the glass and she could see it in his eyes, him rising to her challenge. 

“Fine,” she said. She uncrossed her legs and leaned closer to him. “But only because I’ve got you here and I’d like some explanations.” 

“Explanations?” Edward repeated. An amused smirk was tugging at the corners of his lips. “Uh oh, about what?” 

“The last time I saw you.” 

Edward raised his eyebrows, feigning confusion as to what Abigail might be talking about. Before he could even try to open his mouth and deny anything, she spoke again. “Can I ask you a question?” 

“Anything,” he assured, a gleam in his eyes. 

“Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?” Abigail’s eyes scanned the room the two of them found themselves in currently. “And every single one of your friends was making fun of you?” Her eyes cut back to him, and she was surprised to see he had the decency to look a bit conflicted about her questions. “But fifteen seconds later they were clapping too? Then what did you do?” 

“Abigail-,” he tried to cut in when she took a drink. 

Her glass came back down on the bar counter. “Yes?” 

“That night was a surprise to me as much as anyone else.” 

“Yeah,” Abby agreed, “A bad one.” 

“Why do you care?” he questioned. “You had your own company, if I recall correctly.” He knew he did. He’d never admit it, but Abigail and her dickhead male friend had been on his mind quite heavily that night. 

Abby scoffed. “I’m surprised you realized. Considering you were on something that night.” 

“So were you,” he reminded her. “It was one drink after another for you. But then, isn’t it always?” he teased her, glancing at her glass. 

“Don’t call the pot black, kettle,” she told him, hitting her glass against his. “You were caught in your usual tirade of politics and gender roles and ‘you’re not sure’ and ‘I don’t know’,” she went on, mocking him. She wasn’t entirely wrong. If you got Edward and Abigail in a room together for long enough, they were going to argue about those exact topics. 

“Have you ever considered that I may just like to have a conversation with you?” he asked. “It doesn’t have to be an argument.” 

“Yes, it does,” Abby denied while also seemingly proving the point. She watched as he groaned and drained the rest of his drink. “You didn’t answer my question. Then what did you do?” 

“Abigail-,” he tried again, not looking at her. 

“Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?” 

“No,” he managed to get an answer in. 

“Oh,” Abby responded, looking down into her drink. “Did you wish you’d put up more of a fight?” 

Edward looked her over, wondering if she was being intentionally vague or maybe just had a few too many tonight. “Yes.” 

“Oh,” she said again. He couldn’t tell based on her reaction if he’d given the right or wrong answer. “When she said it was too much? Do you wish you could still touch her?” 

“Abigail,” his tone was a warning. 

“It’s just a question,” she said defensively. Somehow, they’d both said too much but not enough. Silence stretched out in front of them to the point it was almost unbearable. It was her that inevitably cleared her throat, freeing them from it. “So,” she started. 

“So,” he echoed. 

Something about the way he spoke always set her off. Or maybe she had had too many drinks. She turned to him, smirk on her face. “Does it feel like everything's just, like, second best after that meteor strike?” 

Edward scoffed, which ended up turning into a chuckle. “Really, Abigail?” 

“What?” she asked. “I heard you’re still with her.” 

“Where did you-?” 

“That’s nice. I’m sure that’s what’s suitable,” Abby said. “And right. But tonight...” she trailed off. 

“Tonight?” Edward asked. He placed a hand on her knee, getting her to look up at him. “I think maybe it’s my turn to ask you the question.” 

Abby looked down at his hand on her skin. “Are you sure about that?” 

He turned his smile back on her as she looked up at him through her lashes. “Come on, Abigail. It’s just a question.” 

[rachelsquill]

Working on some Townsend/Abby art for Gallagher girls ship week ;^) //i will digitalize this later today or tomorrow I think//

[chillnursey]

Please I beg for Abby x Edward Townsend where Abby’s ignoring him in the car because she found out about Catherine

binch.......who are you. where do you come from with this ancient request, i don’t even know how to help you, neither of them talks for the entire ride!! it’s a silent treatment of epic proportions!! edward townsend is collapsing on the inside because abby’s quiet which is the worst thing possible because she’s loud when she’s angry and frustrated and annoyed but she’s quiet when she’s hurt.......

[wiseguysolomon]

More Abby x Townsend headcannons pleaseeee

Five months of hiatus later… you ask, and I deliver. I’ll be posting very soon, and in the meanwhile, keep the requests coming!

[daughter-of-ophelia]

....I just had a brilliant idea

Abby Sciuto x Nigel Townsend

NCIS/Crossing Jordan

I NEED IT.

[gildengirl]

"On the Tarmac, Agent Townsend whispered something to Abby, then squeezed her hand and kissed her softly when he didn't think we were watching. But we're Gallagher Girls. To tell you the truth, we're always watching."

- Ally Carter, United We Spy

[g-girlshavingfun]

December Prompts

14) Silent films - Abby x Townsend

Set in between OSOT and UWS, Townsend and Abby are doing surveillance on the Winters in Rome when they start talking about the past. (3,243)

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There was a lingering chill in the air of their apartment. Carefully selected so that they could see the Embassy from the restricted access roof, not overlooked by other nearby buildings so as to avoid counter-surveillance, limited entrances but plenty of local security cameras so they could detect any suspicious activity approaching. It was a compromise between the safe house Edward selected, further from their targets but easier to monitor their own safety, and the hotel room Abby had voted for, a direct view of Samual Winter’s office window but absolutely no security measures to protect their anonymity.

Neither were particularly happy with the solution they came to, but it would do.

The chill was creeping in from the open window, cracked ajar so that their sensors could pick up any suspicious noise activity from outside, so that any bugs that were missed in Abby’s initial sweep, in his subsequent three more, would be scrambled by the sounds of traffic. Edward didn’t mind the cold so much, nor the noise, it kept him awake. It bit at his fingers and clawed through his skin, slipping through his bones and breathing life into his overworked brain.

Plus, it reminded him of London, of the north of England where his mother’s family resided. Once upon a time he would said that it reminded him of home, but now he wasn’t so sure.

“Why’s it so cold in here?”

Speaking of which.

“I thought Italy was supposed to be warm and sunny, like beaches and sunhats and gelato.”

“It’s the middle of the night in December Abigail, my apologies that the temperature doesn't quite meet your tropic expectations.”

“Can we at least close the window? I can see my breath.”

“Perhaps opening your mouth less will solve that problem.” He could sense her, feel her rolling her eyes behind his back. “Besides, we need the open window to get a good range on our listening equipment, we wont be able to hear anything from the Embassy’s perimeter if we close it.” At any given time, there were close to twenty different trains of thought running through Abigail Cameron’s head, and close to zero of them were concerned with her personal safety and self-preservation, so he didn’t think a lecture on monitoring activity in and around their own hideout would be too effective. “There’s tea here if you’re cold.” He nodded towards the mugs nestled amongst blueprints and schedules and known associate profiles, prepared by himself a short moment ago when he heard her start to wrap up her phone call.

He heard a huff from behind the couch and felt her start to round it, muttering a mocking imitation of his words and his accent under her breath. Not a phone call with their superiors then, that wouldn’t have put her in such a childish state, nor with Solomon, who she spent most of her time teasing recently, leaving her in a relatively good mood each time they spoke. She was too grumpy to have been speaking to either Baxter, too energised to have been speaking with her niece. Edward suspected that it had been Rachel ending their talk with a lecture on staying safe, or Miss McHenry calling to try needle information from her again that had left her so aggravated.

She came into view out the corner of his eye and he felt his head begin to turn involuntarily, jaw tightening and teeth clenching in an effort to keep his mouth from gaping.

Despite her incessant whining about the temperature, Abby wasn’t exactly dressed with warmth in mind. Her feet were bare, toes curling against the cool tile beneath them, as were her legs, pale in the dark glow of the sitting room. They seemed to stretch for miles, strong muscles carving their way up her figure and eventually disappearing beneath the hem of her oversized button up shirt. His shirt, he corrected himself. It hung loosely around her thighs, buttoned up to her chest, sleeves folded back so they only just hung over her wrists. Her hair fell loose over her collarbones, around her shoulders, down her back, dark waves glistening almost as bright as her eyes in the gloom of the night.

It wasn’t fair that she could look so stunning when he was trying to think straight.

Clearing his throat, he tried to force something intelligible out of his mouth before he stated drooling. “You know Abigail, most people might think about layering up before complaining that they’re cold.”

A smirk danced across her face, obviously catching the way his eyes had latched onto her legs, the way a flush was building up his cheeks, the way his breath had caught in his chest. “Oh I’m sorry Townsend, did you want me to put something else on?”

Grumbling under his breath, he forced his gaze away from her, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of lying, unwilling to look at her and tell her no. Her resultant laugh made him breathless. She settled next to him on the couch, knees tucked to her chest and hands curled around one of the mugs, angled slightly so they could still catch each other’s eyes without turning their heads. Her smile was infectious. The shirt had risen slightly up her legs as she sat, releasing a small pair of shorts hugging her upper thighs, and for a moment he found himself disappointed. She was so close her could smell her, jasmine perfume clinging to her neck.

He wanted to kiss her.

All he wanted to do these days was kiss her.

But they didn’t do that anymore. Not since the afternoon in Buenos Aires when he woke up with a head stuffed full of cotton, delirious from the drugs she had slipped into his system the previous night. Not since he had woken up alone in bed, alone in their room, a note of apology left on his bedside table. Not since he had tracked her down at the sight of a suspected Circle handover, fire wreaking through the the old building, her lithe body crumpled on the ground beneath an exploded wall several stories up, not moving, not responding, not breathing. Not since he had stood over her hospital bed, screaming at her in furious whispers of betrayal and lies and irresponsibility, mindful of her sleeping sister in the same room, tears on both their cheeks and heartbreak in his chest.

No. Now they stuck to safer territory. Bickering about work and their personalities and their lives. Ignoring how his heart ached when he heard that she was shot, how she came straight to him when she thought her best friend had betrayed her family, how they both dropped everything to scour the continents together after Cameron went missing. Ignoring how he longed for her more than anything.

It was easier that way.

Chest tight, pulse racing, brain short-circuiting as she tucked her toes under his leg for warmth, Edward wasn’t sure if that was accurate anymore.

“You need to get your circulation checked, it can’t be normal for someone’s feet to be that cold.” He batted at her legs half heartedly with the blueprints to the building opposite the Embassy.

“You need to get your personality checked, it can’t be normal for someone to be that annoying.”

“And yet here you are.” Like a child, she stuck her tongue out at him, a smile gleaming in both their eyes.

Looking away from him, she curled up tighter into the couch, nodding her head towards the black and white picture displayed on the TV. “What are we watching?” A gentle smile danced across her face as he draped a blanket over her, one foot peeking out from under his leg to prod at the work spread out on the table before him. “Besides the scintillatingly entertaining list of customers who visit the local coffee stand. We better keep an eye out for Misty Furglough, that’s a suspicious amount of espressos she’s buying”

Head shaking at her teasing tone, trying valiantly not to rise to her challenge, he dropped what he was reading back on the table. “ It’s A Christmas Carol. From 1910.”

“Hmm, I’ve only seen the muppets version.”

He stared at her, long and hard. They had known each other for years, had worked together on countless assignments, had shared a room and a bed and a heart. He knew her intimately, knew where scars stained her skin, knew the sounds her throat made when she lost control, knew the exact spots where a kiss made her body arch and toes curl. Reading her was second nature to him now. And yet sometimes he couldn’t tell if the amusement in her eyes could be attributed to the lies she was telling, or the exasperated reaction she knew he’d have.

“You’re joking right?” Her grin only grew, something devilish gleaming in her eyes. “Abigail. Tell me you’re joking.”

“The Muppet Christmas Carol has the most direct quotes from the book-”

“It’s basically a glorified puppet show-”

“Muppets, they’re very different. Besides Michael Cain is brilliant-”

“He could’ve won an Oscar for all I care, it doesn’t make it the best-”

“Oh because your opinion is obviously absolute fact-”

“A Christmas Carol is a Dickens’ classic-”

“Funnily enough Townsend, I know who wrote the book.”

“-there’s no way the best version has talking frogs playing the Cratchits!”

“Half of them are talking pigs actually.” She paused for a moment, assessing him, “Wait you’ve actually seen it?”

His cheeks flamed. Grumbling, he ignored her delighted laugh, ignored the way his heart lit up in response. “I have nieces and a nephew you know.”

Smile impossibly soft, eyes gentle, she whispered a simple “I know,” humming quietly to herself afterwards. Edward didn’t bother trying to dissect what that meant. No matter how long he knew her, how much he felt in his bones that he knew everything about her, there would always be things about Abigail Cameron that he didn’t quite understand.

Biting her lip in thought, she turned back to the TV and assessed it for a moment. “Why isn’t anyone talking?”

“It’s from 1910 Abigail, it’s a silent film.”

“What?” She spun back to face him, eyes wide, face aghast as if he just told her that the film ends with a thousand puppies exploding as everyone cheers.

“Silent. You know, that state you sometimes enter in sleep.”

“Oh haha Townsend.” Eyes rolling at his sarcasm, her own dry tone dripping off her tongue, she huffed and crossed her arms like a petulant child. Edward felt his face doing something embarrassingly soft at the pout on her face, was relieved when she turned away from him again to glare at the TV. “That’s so boring, how am I supposed to tell my Ghosts of Christmas Past from my Ghosts of Christmas Future?”

“Usually by paying attention to the film instead of talking over it-”

“There’s no sound to talk over Townsend, I think you’ll live.”

“-and it’s actually The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.” He couldn’t help it. He knew correcting her would rile her up but he just couldn’t resist.

“God you’re so pretentious.” The glare she shot him was weak, the smirk quirking in the corner of her mouth and the sparkle in her eyes betraying her amusement. “Is this the kind of shit they drilled into you at that fancy Cambridge college of yours?” Much like him, she was only saying it to get a rise out him, getting it wrong on purpose to piss him off. He shouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Shouldn’t give in.

“… It was Oxford.”

“Pretentious” The way she sang the word simultaneously grated on his nerves and made his own heart sing in his chest. It still amazed him how she was so easily able to do both at once.

“You went to one of the most prestigious boarding schools in America and you’re calling me pretentious?”

“Hey you’re the one choosing to watch a silent, black and white, ancient movie instead of something cool like Love Actually.”

“Love Actually is crap.”

“It’s fun Townsend, ever heard of fun?”

Sometime during their bickering they had shifted closer together. Arms wrapped around her knees, she was angled towards him, so close that he could sense his body heat seeping towards her, could count the freckles on her face, could feel her words tickle through his hair. Suddenly, he was very aware of his body. His arm was tense at his side, resisting the urge to wrap his hand around her calf, or entangle his fingers with hers, or reach around her to pull her into his chest. His head was tilted down to face hers, Abby’s own lifted up towards him, their mouths close enough that he could taste her breath on his lips. Gaze locked on her smile, the lift of her lips, the dimpling of her cheek, he didn’t miss when it started to fade, when she swallowed, mouth slightly agape.

She took a deep breath. Braced herself. Whispered into the silence that lingered in the limited space between them.

“You left.” Something in her voice hurt him, yanked his innards out of his chest and pulled them apart in front of him. “In the hospital… why did you leave?”

Caught off guard by the shift in tone, not quite being able to follow her train of thought, he gave her a questioning look, voice low with worry. “After you were shot? I thought- I didn’t think you’d want to see me. We weren’t really talking at the time.”

“No not then. I mean-” Shaking her head slowly, she cut herself off, something like confusion, like contemplation plastered across her face. “What do you mean after I was shot?”

He didn’t want to speak of it. Couldn’t speak of it. All he could think to do was raise his arm and gently run his fingers under her collarbone. There was no mark, no scar, her school’s invention doing wonders to hide the evidence of one of the worst nights of his life, but he knew that that’s where the bullet had hit, how he had almost lost her.

“You came to the hospital?” Voice impossibly small, impossibly unsure, her question sent him back in time to the moment Grace Baxter walked into his office, solemn grief already painted across her face. The moment when his world stopped, his chest cracking open, his heart thousand’s of miles and an ocean away. Edward doesn't remember leaving the office, doesn't remember getting in a taxi or a plane, doesn't remember arriving at the hospital frantically calling Rachel to find out what room she was in, he only remembers the ache of not being with her, the fear of losing her.

It was confusing. He thought nothing could be worse than Buenos Aires, could be worse than having her, loving her, and then losing her. He thought thousands of mile and years of silence between them meant that the next time she tried to throw her life away it wouldn’t hurt. He didn’t understand how it could hurt more.

“Of course I did.” How could she think he’d do anything else? “You were- I thought you were…” He trailed off, not wanting to breathe life into his darkest thoughts from that day, his deepest fears, his most endless nightmares.

The silence hung between them again. A Christmas Carol had come to an end, silent credits now rolling across the screen, and the traffic outside seemed to have reached a standstill, Rome unusually quiet this December night.

“Why did you leave?” She asked again. He started to respond as he had before, but she cut him off again, ever impatient. “Not last year, not in DC. After Buenos Aires you- I know we fought but… you just left.”

“I-” He couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t breath. He couldn’t stay there. He was terrified and furious and so hurt. But he couldn’t say all of that, it would hurt her, he didn’t want to do that anymore. “I didn’t get it, you, before.” Frowning, she started to inch away from him, but he couldn’t have that. He grabbed her hand, smoothed his thumb over her knuckles, held it to his chest. He was suddenly very serious. “I didn’t get how you could do to me what The Circle did to your sister.”

“What?” She looked so confused, shaking her head at him as if she couldn’t comprehend that he cared about her that much. “It was nothing like that we- you-”

It would’ve been worse, Edward thinks. Knows. He’s met Rachel Morgan, has seen her strength and her resilience, has seen her push through her grief for the sake of her daughter if nothing else. He wouldn’t have be able to do that. If he had lost Abigail there would be nothing holding him together anymore, he would’ve unravelled, he would’ve fallen apart at the seams with nobody left to put him back together again.

Seeing her struggle with her words, unsure for perhaps the first time in her life, he continued. “But now I’ve seen you with them, your family. Your sister and your niece, her friends, even Solomon.” Swallowing hard, he tried to get his words right, tried not to get distracted by the feel of her hand in his. “You’d throw yourself into the first sign of danger not because you’re reckless or irresponsible or selfish, but because you love them. Because you think you love them more than they could ever love you. And even though you’re wrong,” she rolled her eyes at that, tears stinging in the corners of them, “I get it now. I get you.”

“You get me?” Head cocked to the side, eyebrow raised in challenge, grin tugging at her lips, she dared him to say it. He wasn’t one to back down, not from her.

“I love you.”

Eyes closed in something like relief, a deep breath of air leapt out of her chest, smile stretching wide across her face. Dropping his hand to reach out and caress his face, his cheek, his jaw, her other hand grasping his arm, she dropped her forehead to rest near his lips. He pressed a long kiss to it, savouring the taste of her. Lifting her head back up, teeth clamped around her lip in thought, tears shining in her eyes, she gestured to the work laid out across the table with her head.

“That comes first. Tracking down Circle members, taking them down, protecting my family, that has to come first okay?”

He nodded. Of course it did, he knew that now.

She nodded back at him. Took a breath. “Okay.”

And she kissed him.

The memories of her mouth on his didn’t give the feeling justice. Soft and supple, her lips were intoxicating and slightly saltier than he remembered. One hand on his face and the other around his neck, she pulled him in close until every inch of them was pressed against one another. In turn, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and down her back, pulling her tight to him, the other caressing her face, running through her hair. If he had his way, he’d never have to let go of her again.

And then she pulled back ever so slightly, barely a centimetre of space between them, sniffled, and whispered against his lips.

“I love you too.”

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Authors note:

Rachel and Abby on opposite sides of the world simultaneously trying to convince their clueless men to kiss them lol.

UK lore time: I don’t know how well known Love Actually is outside of the UK, but it’s one of the biggest Christmas films over here. Abby’s pretty well traveled and has made plenty of pitstops in England so I reckon she must’ve come across it either way. Oxford and Cambridge have a pretty famous rivalry, all in good fun of course, so Edward ‘prideful’ Townsend would not take someone getting which one he went to wrong.

Apologies in advanced because I’m definitely going to be falling behind over the next week, but they are still all going to get written!

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[populse]

San Diego Comic-Con 2017: Info for Pop Organizers

It’s that time of year again: San Diego Comic Con is back, and for the rest of the week Twitter will be abuzz with discussion about comics (of course!), the geekiest fall TV and the year’s next superhero/sci-fi film releases and casting news. There’s also valuable panels and discussions about diversity and inclusion issues in pop culture and fan communities.

What pop organizers can do

It’s worth it for pop organizers to keep track of online discussion and comment when appropriate with a Tweet or relevant .gif, celebrating a casting announcement (ala Doctor Who) or a trending quote or comment.

Check out the following Twitter feeds and websites over the weekend (or stream selected panels in real time via Twitter and geek website IGN) and on Monday. Identify and follow the the topics/fans/influencers who are reporting from the event:

https://twitter.com/Comic_Con (Official Twitter)https://twitter.com/SD_Comic_Con (Unofficial Twitter)comic-con.org (Official Website)http://sdccblog.com/  (Unofficial Blog)https://www.instagram.com/comic_con/ Official Instagramhttp://sdcctips.tumblr.com/ (Fan Tumblr )#SDCC2017 #SDCC (Hashtag)

Read last year’s San Diego Comic Con Primer for Pop Organizers for more background on SDCC

Read Cultural Pulse’s five top posts on generating pop-fueled conversation via social media

Panels to Watch For:

THURSDAY, JULY 20TH

Code Switch: Diversity Behind the Scenes (10AM PT)

Official description: Jimmy Diggs (writer, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Voyager) and Gigi Edgley (Chiana on Farscape) lead a diverse panel of science fiction, fantasy, and gaming industry leaders as they share their perspectives from behind the scenes of your favorite franchises. African American, veteran, LGBTQ, and female creatives discuss diversity of background and thought. Learn how obstacles overcome, stereotypes broken, and glass ceilings shattered have fueled creative magic

Be Your Own Superhero: Intersectional Feminism in Comics (12PM PT)

Official description: Representation matters, both on and behind the page. Sam Maggs (Wonder Women, Star Trek: Waypoint), Susana Polo (Polygon), Sarah Kuhn (Heroine Complex), Robbie Thompson (Supernatural, Silk), Christina "Steenz" Stewart (Lion Forge Comics), Cait Brennan (Debutante), and Rose Knight (Women Write About Comics) chat about the strides made in representation of race, gender, and sexuality in comics-and how everyone can do better.

It Gets Geekier: Why Queer Representation Matters (7:30PM)

Official description: Joshua Yehl (IGN Comics) brings It Gets Geekier back to discuss the importance of including LGBT+ characters in comic books, TV shows, and movies. Host Bryan Pittard (Flame On! Podcast) will lead the talk including Sina Grace (Iceman), Kris Anka (All-New X-Men), Megan Townsend (GLAAD), Mariko Tamaki (Supergirl: Being Super), and others.

FRIDAY, JULY 21ST

Steven Universe (11AM PT)

Official description: Show creator Rebecca Sugar with cast members Zach Callison (Steven), Deedee Magno-Hall (Pearl), Michaela Dietz (Amethyst), Estelle (Garnet) and A.J. Michalka (Stevonnie) for an hour of announcements, and a Q&A with fans. The controversy of the Steven Universe art book (mentioned here) may be addressed as well.

The Female Voices of Film Twitter (1:30 PM PT)

Official description: Times reporter Jen Yamato is among the journalists assembled to discuss the importance of female voices in movies, movies coverage and social media.

Marvel's The Defenders (5:15PM PT)

A first look at MCU’s “realistic”  superheroes - Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, and Iron Fist in their joint series.

SATURDAY, JULY 22ND

Spotlight on Roxane Gay (10:30 PT)

Official description: New York Times bestselling author Roxane Gay (Black Panther: World of Wakanda, Bad Feminist, Difficult Women, Hunger) comes to Comic-Con as a special guest! Roxane will discuss her skyrocketing career and literary stardom and will field some questions from the audience during a Q&A session.

Star Trek Discovery (2:30PM  PT)

Deets from the cast and crew of the upcoming show.

Women Rocking Hollywood: Female Directors Changing the Faces of Film and Television  (1 PM PT)

Official description: “Queen Sugar” and “Jessica Jones” (Season 2) made headlines when the shows announced they had hired only women directors. “Wonder Woman” is now the highest grossing live-action film to have been directed by a woman. This panel of female directors will address the importance of representation behind the camera. Kirsten Schaffer (exec director, Women in Film: LA), Tina Mabry (writer/producer/director: Queen of the South, director: Dear White People), Rosemary Rodriguez (writer/director: Silver Skies, director: Jessica Jones, The Walking Dead), Victoria Mahoney (director: Queen Sugar, Gypsy, American Crime), Aurora Guerrero (writer/director: Mosquita y Mari, director: Queen Sugar), Angela Robinson (writer/director: Professor Marston and the Wonder Women, True Blood), and Gina Prince-Bythewood (writer/director: Love & Basketball, Beyond the Lights), the first woman of color hired to helm a superhero film for the upcoming Silver & Black.

Marvel Studios (5:30PM PT)

Marvel Studios President Kevin Feige will share more clips and spoilers from the  Marvel Cinematic Universe. But let’s face it, we only just care about Black Panther.

Women and Writers of Color Breaking Barriers (4 PM PT)

Official description:An eclectic panel of UCLA Extension instructors currently working in the entertainment industry discuss how they got where they are, what issues they continue to face, and what it will take before there is real change. Speakers include Laurence Walsh-Hodson (NCIS, The Dresden Files), Nancy Nigrosh (former agent of Kathryn Bigelow), Steve Harper (American Crime, Covert Affairs), Melinda Hill (Kickin' It, Adventure Time), Deborah Dean Davis (It Takes Two, Daddy Boot Camp), Cynthia Hsiung (Young Hercules, The Real World), Eunetta T. Boone (One on One, The Hughleys), Cynthia Riddle (Puppy Love, The Brittany Murphy Story) and moderator Kim Adelman (independent film producer).

“Broad City” (7 PM PT)

“Broad City’s” Abbi Jacobson and Ilana Glazer.

SUNDAY, JULY 23RD

Doctor Who (2PM PT)

The panel is a sendoff for former showrunner Steven Moffatt and 12th Doctor Peter Capaldi. But the new glass-ceiling busting new Doctor Jodie Whittaker, or the new showrunner, Chris Chibnall could make surprise appearances.

Super Asian America (3 PM  PT)

Official description: Panelists discuss the state of Asians in pop culture, from Hollywood’s habit of adapting (and whitewashing) Asian stories to the success of shows such as “Master of None” and “Into the Badlands.”

[jltonnere]

Me: Finish your Macey/ Preston project.

Also Me: Release the secret chapter of All's Fair.

Guess which I did. You can find it here.