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cal-daisies-and-briars · 2 months ago

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Eddie frowns. “Yeah, but you know that it’s not tied to him, right? It exists beyond him. You’ve dated plenty of women, why would you only get one shot at a man?”

“Mmm,” Buck muses. “Those are the rules as I understood them when they handed out my shiny, new bisexual badge. Sorry.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “You’re deflecting.”

Which is rich of him. Honestly. With his sad, decrepit closeted badge.

“Stop therapizing me,” Buck nudges him. “It’s freaky.”

“You do it to me all the time!” Eddie protests.

“Because I’m in the top three smartest people you know,” Buck winks.

Eddie snorts. “Don’t you forget it.”

viii.

Eddie felt like his conversation with Buck was sort of pathetic, as far as advice giving goes, but apparently it worked. Within a week, Buck and Tommy are over. And Bobby is back. Finally re-replacing Gerrard, who didn’t pass a medical clearance after his head injury.

If only Christopher was home, things could almost be normal.

You normal has been hiding, for decades, Eddie reminds himself. If you don’t find a new normal, things will just keep falling apart.

And eventually Eddie might not be able to repair them. Maybe he’s already at that point.

“I can’t do it,” he says to Charlie on their next video call anyway. “I know we made a deal and technically you called it. Barely. But I can’t do it, Charlie.”

To his credit, Charlie doesn’t gloat.

“Why can’t you do it?”

“It’s too soon after he and Tommy split up,” Eddie reasons. “It’ll seem opportunistic. I should… I should give it time. And really, Christopher and I still aren’t talking much. So I shouldn’t focus on my love life until-”

“Eddie,” Charlie says. “Why can’t you do it, really?”

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“Whether or not this works out long term, I think you will be,” Angie says.

Whether or not… No? There’s no whether? It has to work out. That’s the deal he’s making, right?

“I’m not going to back out on her,” Buck says firmly. “I’m making a commitment.”

Angie smiles. “See? That’s why I think you’ll be great.”

▪️▪️▪️

Dove cries when Angie leaves.

Buck isn’t expecting it and it sort of makes him feel sick.

He should have expected it, is the thing. It’s a complete oversight that he didn’t. For one thing, she freaked out when they tried to separate him from her after the fire, so he knows she gets separation anxiety. For another, it was stupid of him to assume she’d be okay being left with him. Just because she trusted him at the fire, doesn’t mean she trusts him now.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he says, crouching in front of her when she starts to bawl. Fat, heavy tears. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“I don’t want her to go,” Dove blubbers, crocodile lifted over her mouth.

“I get it,” Buck says. “It’s scary when people leave and you don’t really know anyone. But Angie had to go so you and I can get to know each other, right? If we’re going to live together, we have to become friends, I think.”

Dove pouts. She doesn’t love this idea. Honestly, who can blame her?

“Are you hungry?” Buck asks. “It’s almost lunchtime.”

She sniffs. “A little.”

“A little,” Buck repeats. “Okay, well why don’t I get something started for you? Do you like grilled cheese?”

She perks up at that. “Yes, please.”

“Oh, super polite,” Buck smiles. “Let’s do that, then.”

She nods.

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Bobby scratches his forehead. “This is going to be a long shift.”

“It wasn’t!” Buck insists.

Bobby looks at Paulson. “I’m going to take us offline. Do you mind if we make an extra stop?”

Paulson just shrugs. “Whatever you want, Cap.”

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Twenty minutes later, Buck and Eddie are sitting at a picnic table out front of a fast food joint not far from the station. Bobby sat Buck down, told him to breathe, and returned a few minutes later with onion rings and milkshakes. He offered some to Paulson, but the guy has chosen to stay in the engine, listening to his audiobook.

So Buck is scarfing down onion rings like he can beat down the rising nausea in his stomach.

Buck’s brain feels like a record scratching over and over. He doesn’t understand what just happened. He feels dangerously close to crying.

“What’s going on in your head right now, Buck?” Bobby asks, watching him with a carefully neutral expression on his face.

What’s going on in Buck’s head? Everything. Nothing. Too much.

“You don’t wanna know,” Buck admits, with his mouth full.

“Yeah, that’s not like you to say,” Bobby replies. “So I definitely do.”

Buck shakes his head.

“Listen, Buck,” Bobby says. “I know this is a lot. But if this is how you’re feeling, imagine how Eddie is feeling? When he gets back to the station, he’s probably going to be very upset and anxious. So freak out to me now and get it out of your system.”

So that he doesn’t make Eddie feel bad. Right. That makes sense. God, of course he doesn’t want to make Eddie feel bad. Does he have questions? Yes. Several. Is he, like, upset? No! No, obviously not! He’s fine. Totally fine.

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Chris exhales heavily.

“Hey,” Buck adds. “Remember what I said last time you doubted me?”

Chris frowns. “When?”

“When your dad and I started seeing each other and you were pretty mad at me. What did I tell you?” Buck asks.

“Um,” Chris thinks. “To give you a chance to prove me wrong?”

Buck nods. “And have I done that, do you think?”

“You married Dad,” Chris says. “So as long as you’re not divorcing him already…”

Buck chuckles. “I’m not. That would be Kim Kardashian levels of turnaround.”

“What?” Chris asks, furrowing his brows.

“Nevermind,” Buck says. “Point is… Do you think you can trust me on this too? I’ll prove it to you?”

Chris considers this.

“Okay,” he says after a minute. “I can try.”

Buck gives him another little squeeze and kisses the top of his head.

“Thanks, bud. I’m really sorry there was any doubt that that’s how much I love you.”

Chris leans into him a little.

“I know you love me. I guess it’s weird…”

“What’s weird?” Buck asks.

“It doesn’t… There’s no word for it.” Chris tries to explain, but he’s clearly a little frustrated.

“I’m trying to understand but I’m a little lost,” Buck admits.

Chris huffs. “People get what a mom or a dad is. But… It’s not the same. Because you’re not just my stepdad.”

#daisies and briars writes #a cold world fic #we won't look back fic #things we're all too young to know fic

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battle-of-the-bobs · 2 months ago

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Annnd matchups!

Bracket 1, Round 1 matchups:

Bob Hale (Horrible Histories) v.s. Bob Parr (The Incredibles)

Bobby Flay (Beat Bobby Flay) v.s. Bob (Veggietales)

Bobby (Creamerie) v.s. Bob (Twin Peaks)

Bob (Guardian tales) v.s. Bob the squid (I made it up)

Bob Belcher (Bob's burgers) v.s. Bob Marley (real life)

Bobby Fulbright (Ace Attorney) v.s. Bobby Funk (One piece)

Bob the dinosaur (Dilbert comic strips) v.s. Bobby Singer (Supernatural)

Bobby Proud (The Proud Family) v.s. Bob the builder (Bob the Builder)

Bob (Stranger Things) v.s. Uncle Bob/T-800 (Terminator 2)

Bob McKenzie (Strange Brew) v.s. Bob Benson (Mad Men)

Bob Kelso (Scrubs) v.s. Bob Steckler (UHF)

Bob Vance (the office) v.s. Bobby Brady (The Brady bunch)

Bob the Drag Queen (Rupaul's Drag Race) v.s. Robert Callaghan (Big hero 6)

Robert E. O. Speedwagon (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) v.s. Bobby (Paper Mario: The Origami King)

B.o.B the rapper (real life) v.s. Robert Muldoon (Jurassic park)

Bob Hunter (Desperate housewives) v.s. Robert Paulson (Fight club)

Bracket 2, Round 1 matchups:

King Bob (Recess) v.s. Bob Odenkirk (real life)

Bobby Hill (King of the hill) v.s. Bob Sagget (real life)

Bob Newheart (real life) v.s. Bad Bob Zimmerman (Check please)

Bob Trow (Mister Roger's neighborhood) v.s. Bob hope (real life)

Bob (Animal Crossing) v.s. Bobby Zimmeruski (A Goofy Movie)

Bob/Lapis lazuli (Steven universe) v.s. Sideshow Bob (The Simpsons)

Bob (Top gun Maverick) v.s. Doodlebob (SpongeBob)

Bobbie (company) v.s. Bob Sheldon (The Outsiders)

Bob Duncan (Good Luck Charlie) v.s. Roller Bob (Toy Story)

Robert Smith (lead singer of The Cure) v.s. Rob Cantor (Tally hall)

Tudor barber, Bob the Barber(Horrible Histories) v.s. Bob the dictionary definitions (the real life dictionary)

Bob redmil (company logo/real life) v.s. Bobby Baccalieri (The sopranos)

Bob the sentient sourdough starter (A wizards guide to defensive baking) v.s. Bobs (Mirrormask)

Bobby Dagen (Saw 3D) v.s. Tatsurian the Unchained "Bob" (Kaijudo)

Bob (Bob And George) v.s. Hydra Bob (Deadpool/Marvel Comics)

Bobert (The amazing world of gumball) v.s. Bobby Fischer (real life)

#It’s seriously taken forever but I think I’m finished all the prep stuff now #first wave of polls will come out either tomorrow or next weekend

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hb-writes · 11 months ago

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Go Play in Traffic - Part 2

Summary: Charlie comes to her brother intending to talk some things through, realizing too late that perhaps it’s not the best time.

Characters: Harvey Specter, Charlie Specter, Donna Paulson

Content Warnings: Angst, Mental Health.

Part One

Charlie shivered as the rain pelted her clothes, every inch of her soaked through to the bones. She had walked nearly four blocks before realizing she was cold, before realizing she had left her jacket and umbrella on the couch in Harvey’s office in the wave of her anger. It was all stupid—Charlie felt so, so stupid—but she shook it off.

Told herself it didn’t matter.

None of it did.

She focused on nothing but moving forward, one foot in front of the other. In just a few more blocks, she would hit FDR drive.

Just as she’d told Harvey she would.

Just as her brother had suggested.

Charlie didn’t care if he had only said it in anger. Annoyance.

It didn’t matter.

None of it did.

Midtown East was a blur that Charlie was only half aware of as she passed through it. After bursting from the building lobby, her decision to head towards the river hadn’t been a conscious one, not really, but despite having a whole five boroughs available to her, the river was the only thing on Charlie’s mind, the only place she could think to go.

Hoping on a subway train would’ve probably angered Harvey more, but Charlie wasn’t worried about her brother any more. She just needed to see the water of the river, all of it staging a desperate attempt at flowing South to meet the ocean. She needed to see that…and she needed to see the cars on the FDR, all of them racing by her on the highway.

All of it going somewhere, on their way towards something.

Charlie needed to know it was possible to move forward. To know it was possible to achieve something, and more than that, Charlie ached to feel something bigger and more powerful than whatever was raging within her now.

She hadn’t sorted out exactly what she was feeling. She didn’t really want to, but she could feel the weight of it, the power of it swelling within her. She had settled into something close to neutrality in recent weeks, a certain numbness that was both comforting and terrifying at the same time. It was scary enough that Charlie had worked up the nerve to say something…to ask for help.

It was exhausting, holding it all so tightly and trying to keep herself from bursting. She felt suddenly tired from the exertion, from all the tension and from the way she had covered the last few blocks in what felt like no time at all.

She was grateful for the brief reprieve provided by a red light, the first she’d encountered since leaving her brother’s office. Charlie backtracked a few steps from the street corner to wait under a section of metal scaffolding that was somehow foreign…clearly wrong and intrusive, and yet an accepted part of the landscape of the city and glanced over her shoulder. Charlie felt like whatever she was feeling was like that scaffold. Whatever had settled inside of her in recent weeks was foreign, too. It wasn’t part of her and yet, it felt like it had nestled its way in and made a home. No one seemed to question it, no one except her.

Charlie glanced down the sidewalk behind her. It was mostly clear, the realization a simultaneous relief and injury. She turned back around, watching the traffic and suddenly impatient for movement once again as the wind ran through her damp clothes. The water had gotten through her shoes, soaking through her clothes and her hair, and now it seemed to soak into her skin, into her bones. All of her felt cold and weary, but Charlie’s feet tugged her forward when the walking signal flashed even though her heart wasn’t in it anymore, not really.

Charlie started as someone passing in the other direction bumped her shoulder, the contents of his umbrella spilling over her head. The man moved on without even acknowledging Charlie, without seeing or hearing her though a muted apology had slipped from her lips. It was silly of her to expect his forgiveness or even an acknowledgement. This was New York afterall. No one seemed to have time for that sort of thing. And anyway, she had been the one walking aimlessly in the middle of the sidewalk, all purpose forgotten.

She should’ve just been grateful that he hadn’t shouted at her. Maybe she would have deserved it if he had, with her being in the way like that. But even from this man she didn’t know, Charlie felt herself longing for a little kindness. A little connection.

She walked another avenue in a blur, oblivious as she moved over the curb and the sidewalk transitioned into the street. She was just an avenue from the river. An avenue from the highway. Just an avenue stood between her and—

Charlie flinched, the strong push of air crashed against her as a car passed by, just inches from her before a hand on her elbow tugged her back.

Charlie’s heart thumped in her chest as she twisted to watch after the same car moved through the next set of lights, passing under another red without even tapping on the brakes. She heaved a breath, realizing the hand that had pulled her back was still on her arm, the knuckles white with the strength of the grip.

“Thank y—” she started, pausing when she finally pulled her eyes to find it wasn’t a diligent stranger who’d pulled her back from harm’s way.

Harvey stood there before her, out of breath and just as wet as she was, his hair plastered flat against his head.

Harvey’s chest heaved beneath his ruined suit jacket, his eyes wide with some emotion Charlie couldn’t quite place. An emotion she couldn’t quite bear to withstand.

She looked away from him, glancing to see the light had changed to green once again, the zooming cars trapping her there in the bike lane with her brother. Charlie tugged her arm free, drenching her foot in an ever growing puddle as she stepped away, pulling her arms around her body as she watched the passing traffic for a few seconds.

Harvey finally opened his mouth as Charlie stepped once again into the street, her eyes spotting a narrow opportunity to cross before his words could grasp her and hold her there… Harvey hesitated to follow for only a second, long enough that by the time he went after her, a car was honking after slamming on their brakes to avoid hitting him.

Charlie didn’t turn back. She didn’t even flinch as she kept walking, the purpose in her newly flared by her brother’s proximity.

It was stupid. Charlie knew it was, but she needed to reach FDR Drive. She needed to see the East River. She needed the control that came with following through on something she’d said she was going to do, even if it was something as dumb as this, something that meant nothing, fueled only by her misplaced anger at her brother. Fueled by a bit of childishness.

And lord, did Charlie feel childish. Her brother was right. At the core of it, Harvey had seen through her outburst, at least part of the way.

Charlie had been looking for his attention. A little connection. A small measure of confirmation. Charlie had wanted—no, needed—to know that Harvey still saw her. That he recognized that something wasn’t right.

She needed to know that he would help her fix it. She needed to know that all of this was still worth it to him. That whatever pay off he got out of raising her was still worth the trouble, even now. Even when she wasn’t the little kid who had been easy to deal with. Even with her as thoroughly messed up as she felt.

Even with her arguing with him in the office and giving chase in the middle of a rainstorm…

Because the older Charlie got, the more she realized how big of a sacrifice her brother had made. She understood what he’d given up—what he was still actively giving up—on her behalf. And maybe that was an answer in itself.

Maybe Charlie should have been able to read enough into that, but some part of her needed to hear him say it. She knew she was a burden. Charlie knew she was a pain in his ass, a drain on his resources, a drain on his life.

Those were things she didn’t need him to say. And it seemed that Charlie was always adding to that list, creating more problems. Asking him to give more of himself. More of his life. More of his freedom. More of his time. More of his patience. More of his money. More of his help.

Help. Charlie supposed that was what she had truly been after, what she had spent days and weeks working herself to ask after. It shouldn’t have been difficult. Charlie knew her brother wouldn’t say no. He wouldn’t ignore her needs. He wouldn’t make her feel poorly about it either, but it had still been difficult to find the words, difficult to find the nerve to say something wasn’t right.

Because it seemed that nobody else needed help. Paying someone to talk felt extravagant. Childish. As though Charlie should have been able to sort through things on her own. As if she should have been able to push through, but she couldn’t.

She was stuck and she was tired and confused and hurt. Hurt by the fact that no one had seemed to notice that she was each of those things. Hurt that no one had noticed she was struggling. Hurt that Harvey hadn’t seen it.

Charlie finally reached the highway and she was so tired of walking, so tired of running. The water was right there. Just a flight of stairs and a pedestrian bridge stood between Charlie and the small riverside park that occupied the space between the East River and the highway.

She was so close, just there, but with a little protection from the rain as she stood beneath the bridge, she couldn’t bring herself to move. All drive had left her and deep down, some part of Charlie feared that it wouldn’t soothe her. It wouldn’t help anything. Some part of her feared she would see the raging waters and realize none of it compared to what she felt inside.

She lowered herself to the steps. The wind was something fierce so close to the water, barely blocked out by the buildings surrounding the bridge, but Charlie barely felt the cold, all of it somehow blocked out of her consciousness.

She wished she could do the same to the sensations in her mind, her heart, but they continued to swirl and pummel her, even as Harvey slid down onto the step beside her.

There had been a hundred things on Harvey’s mind to say as he trailed after her, but now that Charlie was in front of him, now that he saw her hunched over with her head down over her knees, Harvey could only remember one of them.

He was sorry, so goddamn sorry for saying what he did. For letting this go on as long as he had. For letting his bad day get to him.

Her jacket was soaked, but Harvey still slid it over Charlie’s shoulders and pulled her against him. Charlie didn’t push him away, didn’t so much as flinch at the contact, and Harvey set his hand on her back, rubbing small circles as she remained folded over, closed in on herself, the fact that she was crying only knowable to Harvey because he knew her so well, could read her well-enough.

Even if he had fucked up. Even if he had read her wrong. He had thought to give her space, to let her come to him when she was ready, but it had been a mistake.

Charlie heard her brother apologize, heard him say that he shouldn’t have said what he did, heard him say that he should’ve listened better, and for some reason, the words didn’t help. For some reason, the words hurt, a bit of guilt coursing through her as they landed.

She lifted her head just enough to see him, just enough to meet his eye.

“It’s my fault,” she mumbled, shaking her head.

Harvey frowned and heaved a sigh as he looked away for a moment, to the rain that had started falling suddenly harder. Charlie was still looking at him when he turned back. “How about I let you take 10% for ruining my favorite suit?”

“It’s wrecked.”

“Better a ruined suit than…” Harvey’s breath caught on the words and he swallowed hard. “The suit’s replaceable,” he offered. “How about we head home?”

“What about—?”

“I’m done for the day.” Harvey didn’t bother to say that he knew she needed him more just now. He didn’t bother to say that he needed to be with her just now, either. “And as you so eloquently pointed out, my suit’s wrecked. If I look half as bad as you, they probably won’t even let me in the lobby.”

Charlie let out a soft snort, something resembling a smile almost gracing her face as she assessed him, drenched suit and messy hair.

“What do you say?”

Charlie nodded and Harvey fished his phone from his pocket to call for a car. Charlie seemed to zone out, staring ahead, and Harvey reached out to rub her back again as he ordered their car, rattling off the closest cross streets.

“Come on,” Harvey said, guiding her up from the step a few moments after hanging up. Charlie slid her arms into the coat as they stepped out from under the bridge, walking towards the street. Harvey stepped to the right—the car would pick them up on First Avenue, but Charlie stepped the other way, towards the brick barricade at the other end of the street.

Harvey followed after her, settling beside her as they both leaned on the ledge, looking out over the highway below, towards the park on the far side and the water just beyond that.

Charlie felt Harvey’s hand fall on her shoulder and she turned toward him, blinking at the burning tears in her eyes.

“Thank you for coming after me. For…”

Everything.

The word didn’t quite make it out and Charlie tried to swallow at the stubborn lump in her throat.

Harvey pulled her in, hugging her against his chest. He didn’t need her to say it to know.

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Charlie hugged him back, letting the relief wash over her, some part of her convinced it would be okay. There was a breadth of words left unsaid between them, a conversation that needed to take place, plans that would need to be made, but that would come later. When they were back home, dry and warm.

Charlie needed that conversation to take place. She needed to tell her brother all she had been holding in. She needed his help to sort it all, but for now, this was enough. The few words they’d shared and the comfort of their closeness was enough to soothe them both, enough to get them through a long car ride home in rush hour traffic on a rainy Friday.

And if it was enough to get them through that, it was enough to get them through anything…

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Suits (Lines to Live By) Masterlist

#suits fanfiction #suits usa #suits tv #suits netflix #suits fanfic #harvey specter #harvey specter fanfic #charlie specter #lines to live by #cleaning out my inbox december

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wouldadepressedpersonmakethis · 3 months ago

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top portrayals:

LIZZY

[12] Lily James

[9] Keira Knightley, Jennifer Lawrence

[5] Imogen Poots

[4] Maisie Williams

[3] Sarah Bolger, Jenna Louise Coleman, Romola Garai, Bella Heathcote, Amber Heard, Saoirse Ronan, Emily VanCamp, Alicia Vikander

[2] Rose Byrne, Nina Dobrev, Taissa Farmiga, Sarah Gadon, Karen Gillan, Eva Green, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, Anna Kendrick, Katie McGrath, Leighton Meester, Sophie Turner

[5] Matthew Goode, Jared Padalecki

[4] Jude Law, Aaron Paul

[3] Nathaniel Buzolic, Bradley Cooper, Hugh Dancy, John Krasinski, Landon Liborion, Miles Teller

[2] Jonas Armstrong, Justin Bartha, Douglas Booth, Thomas Brodie-Sangster, Sam Claflin, Charlie Cox, Chace Crawford, Charlie Day, Leonardo DiCaprio, Robert Downey Jr., Martin Freeman, Ryan Gosling, Tom Hardy, Tom Hiddleston, Charlie Hunnum, Jake Johnson, Harry Lloyd, James McAvoy, Mads Mikkelsen, Julian Morris, Colin Morgan, David Morrisey, Dylan O’Brien, Evan Peters, Michael Pitt, Eddie Redmayne, Andrew Scott, Bill Skarsgard, Ben Whishaw

KATE THE GREAT

[ 3 ] Astrid Berges-Frisby, Bella Heathcote [ 2 ] Sarah Gadon, Felicity Jones

KATE AA

[ 8 ] Michael Fassbender [ 8 ] Keira Knightley [ 7 ] Tom Hardy

[ 6 ] Emilia Clarke, Phoebe Tonkin [ 6 ] Jensen Ackles, Richard Armitage, Henry Cavill

[ 5 ] Emily Blunt, Nina Dobrev [ 5 ] Nathaniel Buzolic, Sam Claflin, Luke Evans, Chris Hemsworth

[ 4 ] Jenna Louise Coleman, Michelle Dockery, Margot Robbie, Emma Watson [ 4 ] Ben Barnes, Benedict Cumberbatch, Chris Evans, Liam Hemsworth, Jared Padalecki, Bill Skarsgard, Sebastian Stan, Toby Stevens

[ 3 ] Candace Accola, Natalie Dormer, Jessica Brown Findaly, Claire Holt, Scarlett Johanson, Freya Mavor, Katie McGrath, Natalie Portman, Charlize Theron, Emma Watson [ 3 ] Robert Carlyle, Nikolai Coster-Waldau, Jaime Dornan, Theo James, Joseph Morgan, Julian Morris, Evan Peters, Aidan Turner

[ 2 ] Chloe Bennet, Shelley Hennig, Lena Headey, Amber Heard, Lily James, Leighton Meester, Emilie de Ravin, Krysten Ritter, Sophie Turner, Evan Rachel Wood [ 2 ] Aneurin Barnard, Douglas Booth, Charlie Cox, Charles Dance, Hugh Dancy, Scott Eastwood, Mark Gatiss, Tom Hiddleston, Michiel Huisman, Harry Lloyd, Richard Madden, James Norton, Colin O’Donoghue, Daniel Sharman, Milo Ventimiglia

LAUREN

[ 7 ] Natalie Dormer [ 6 ] Romola Garai [ 5 ] Emma Stone [ 4 ] Crystal Reed, Holland Roden [ 3 ] Karen Gillan, Rosamund Pike, Emilie de Ravin, Eleanor Tommilson, Charity Wakefield

TINA RAE

[ 5 ] Ben Whishaw [ 3 ] Billie Piper [ 3 ] Dylan O’Brian, Colin O'Donoghue [ 2 ] Alexis Bledel, Laura Carmicheal, Sarah Paulson, Lara Pulver, Taylor Swift, Anna Torv [ 2 ] JJ Field, Freddie Highmore, Josh Hutcherson, Gabriel Mann, Dan Stevens, Max Theriot

JENN

2: Cava Delevingne, Zoey Deutch, Phoebe Tonkin, Lea Seydoux, Kristen Stewart, Suki Waterhouse, Emma Watson

3: Tom Hiddleston 2: Daane Dehann, Chris Hemsworth, Luke Mitchell

#i only included people we've played at least twice cause there are soooo many

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ratherembarrassing · 8 days ago

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i could never really hate the internet, someone in the comments on sarah paulson doing a live from an adele concert reminded me charlie xcx is on snl rn

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cloynefm · 2 months ago

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most wanted 35+?

cillian murphy, january jones, charlie cox, benjamin bratt, nikolaj coster waldau, tais araujo, idris elba, salma hayek, angela bassett, sarah paulson (i’m watching coven right now and would kill for any of them), laverne cox, adrian holmes, kerry washington, naomie harris, janelle monae, meagan good, catherine zeta-jones, nicole kidman, henry cavill, kadee strickland, pedro pascal, michelle monaghan, charlie hannam, katheryn winnick, jason momoa, lucy liu, jeffery dean morgan, milo ventimiglia, ke huy quan. this is just a quick list as i have to sleep so feel free to ask for more !

#no double space I’m in bed #members pls comment more if u see this #appless rp #horror rp #town rp #new rp #mw

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euripidesredux · 3 months ago

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Extended credits for Museum at Tomorrow episode 5

Below the cut are all of the folks who I used (and asked to be credited) for recordings in Museum at Tomorrow episode 5- specifically, the "This is not for You" recordings.

(The list was too long for podcast episode descriptions)

These recordings were mixed into the soundscape of the show, heavily processed- so you may or may not be able to pick out your voice. Each unique recording is preserved as rhythem, timber, and shape within the episode.

Thank you for your work in creating the canvas of this piece.

Kate Bullen

K R Forsyth

Vega Jacobsen

Charlie

Rovi

Grace Gamble

Wesley Lee Balete

Charlie Sloykowski

JC Hendry

Courtney Brothers

Arabella McDonald

Hanc Finestra

Katie H

Galacticguppy

Beck Smith

GreenHeronHive

Micheal Vee

Mira Singer

Laurent J.L. Hall

Carley Mothersell

woaaah

cmt

November_Clouds

Elliott Neptune

Enrica Jossi

Ace

Jahan Shah

Morgan Galagher

Niall LG

Bates

Caroline Mincks

Daniel Kurtz

AJ Fidalgo

Tani

Shura

Zedek H

Halebop

Malia Northstar

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byneddiedingo · 5 months ago

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Can't Hardly Wait (Harry Elfont, Deborah Kaplan, 1998)

Cast: Ethan Embry, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Seth Green, Lauren Ambrose, Charlie Korsmo, Peter Facinelli, Michelle Brookhurst, Alexander Martin, Erik Palladino, Channon Roe, Sean Patrick Thomas, Freddy Rodríguez, Joel Michaely, Jay Paulson, Donald Faison, Jaime Pressly, Vicellous Shannon, Jason Segel, Clea DuVall, Leslie Grossman, Eric Balfour, Selma Blair, Amber Benson, Jenna Elfman, Melissa Joan Hart, Breckin Meyer, Jerry O'Connell. Screenplay: Harry Elfont, Deborah Kaplan. Cinematography: Lloyd Ahern II. Production design: Marcia Hinds, Adam Short. Film editing: Michael Jablow. Music: David Kitay.

#Can't Hardly Wait #Harry Elfont #Deborah Kaplan #Ethan Embry #Jennifer Love Hewitt #Seth Green #Lauren Ambrose

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fragwuerdiger-episodenguide · 2 years ago

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(027) Die drei ??? und der magische Kreis

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In Santa Monica geschehen an einem Abend gleich zwei folgenschwere Ereignisse auf einmal: Ein Verlag geht in Flammen auf und im benachbarten Filmlabor werden sämtliche Filme der bekannten Schauspielerin Madeline Bainbridge gestohlen. Als dann auch noch das Manuskript der Memoiren Madeline Bainbridges verschwindet, ist den drei ???, Justus, Peter und Bob, klar, dass hier etwas nicht mit rechten Dingen zugeht. Die Nachforschungen, die sie anstellen, führen die drei Detektive in das unheimliche Reich der Magie. Alles erscheint undurchschaubar. Was bedeutet der magische Kreis, in dem die Zahl 13 eine so große Rolle spielt? Was verbirgt sich hinter Madeline Bainbridges rätselhafter Vergangenheit und was ist wahr an der Behauptung, sie sei eine Hexe? Gibt es den Mord durch Magie? Diese Frage gilt es für die drei zu lösen. bei ihren Ermittlungsarbeiten sind die unheimlichsten Situationen zu überstehen und Peter kommt nach einer entscheidenden Entdeckung in große Gefahr ...

Veröffentlichungshistorie

Buch (Random House): 027, 1978, M. V. Carey, The Mystery of the Magic Circle Buch (Kosmos): 027, 1981, Leonore Puschert (aus dem Amerikanischen übertragen) Hörspiel (Europa): 027, 1981

⁉️ Allgemein

Handlungsort

Santa Monica

Kategorie

Betrug

Figuren

Justus Jonas

Peter Shaw

Bob Andrews

Horace "Beefy" Tremayne, Inhaber von Amigos Press

William Tremayne, Onkel von Beefy

Marvin Grey, ehem. Chauffeur und jetzt Manager von Madeline Bainbridge (😈)

Mr. Grean

Madeline Bainbridge, Schauspielerin

Jefferson Long, Kriminalreporter und ehemaliger Schauspieler (😈)

Schrottplatzangestellter

Harold Thomas / Charles "Charlie" Goodfellow, Schauspieler (😈)

Clara Addams, Angestellte von Mrs. Bainbridge

🏖 Rocky Beach Universum

Orte

Santa Monica

Einrichtungen

Amigos Press, Verlag in Santa Monica

Film Craft Laboratory, Filmlabor in Santa Monica

Schrottplatz, in der Thornville Avenue, zwei Blocks südlich vom Woolshire Boulevard

Java, indonesisches Restaurant in der Nähe des Verlags

Sonstiges

Madeline Bainbridge, Schauspielerin, lebt ein Einsiedlerleben, Filme und Serien werden nicht mehr gezeigt und alle Negative wurden aufgekauft.

Ramon Desparto, war mit Madeline Bainbridge verlobt, verunglückte aber in einem Autounfall während dem Dreh von "Es geschah in Salem".

Elliot Farber, Schauspieler und gehörte zum magischem Kreis von Mrs. Bainbridge

Laureen Hazel, Schauspielerin und gehörte zum magischem Kreis von Mrs. Bainbridge

Estelle du Barry, Schauspielerin und gehörte zum magischem Kreis von Mrs. Bainbridge

Mrs. Paulson, Schauspieler und gehörte zum magischem Kreis von Mrs. Bainbridge

🛼 Sonstiges

Lustige Dialoge

Peter: "Los doch, Wasser marsch!" *Zur Feuerwehr, die DRAUSSEN vor dem Haus steht*

Peter: "Oh man du spinnst ja! Mit Hexen sollen wir uns einlassen?! Wann geht's los?"

Madeline Bainbridge: "Was hätten wir denn tun sollen?" Marvin Grey: "Töten! Sie über einen Steilhang werfen!" Madeline Bainbridge: "Marvin!" Marvin Grey: "Ich mag keine neugierigen Kinder."

Bob: "Beefy, vorsicht! Fall nicht!" Beefy: "Argh, ugh, uff, aua, urgh ah ... zu spät."

Justus: "Zu spät, der Vogel ist ausgeflogen." Beefy: "Stimmt, er ist ausgezogen."

Phrasenschwein

🏳️‍🌈 Queer/diversity read

Shippy moments

Diversity, Political Correctness and Feminism

Schrottplatzangestellter: "Und außerdem schlage ich keine Kinder."

#die drei fragezeichen #die drei ???#und der magische kreis #folge 027 #027 #M. V. Carey #not kansas anymore #santa monica #betrug

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