#don't say dune i'll hit you with my car

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on the flip side, Anora being the most difficult ticket to get at all the festivals and the longest lines for press, i know that's RIGHT!!! buzzing and chomping at the bit to see it. sean baker we are gonna get you that oscar whether you like it or not!!!

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Do you miss it?

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, kinda fanon Rafe, just a little blurb

A/N: sign this petition to help stop the Willow Project

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I was back. The Pogues were back. We were back.

We wanted it to feel the same, coming home back to Kildare. It didn't. We tried to hide it from everyone, but we missed that deserted island.

My family wasn't the happiest when I arrived back at our front door, dirtied tank top and shorts, smelling rancid of salt water and sweat. Sure, they were happy I was safe but seeing that I ran away with Pogues?

For the sake of having a good reputation on the island, they welcomed me home with wide arms. Outside of the house we were the perfect family, but inside it was arguments and thrown vases.

It was never like this before. We were a close family, always having Movie Night Sundays or our weekly family brunch at The Dunes. We truly were the perfect family, but I ruined that.

Here I was, sat at the bar of the Island Club just trying to drink away my problems in clean clothes and a clean body.

On the tv the local news showed the photos of the Pogues and I, happily saying that we arrived safely and are no longer missing. The bar tender giving me my drink on the house.

"Look who's back." I heard a very familiar voice from behind me.

I quickly stood up and grabbed my drink, not turning to see who it was.

"I just want to talk." he reached me with long strides and grabbed my free wrist.

With a tug of his arm, I now faced him. That grin plastered on his face as he rocked the same clean shaven head from the last time I saw him.

"If you're gonna hurt me because I pushed you off your boat and left you, just do it." I stood up straight as I chugged my drink, slamming the empty cup onto the nearest table and closing my eyes waiting for a hit.

When I felt no pain, I opened one eye to see that Rafe was just standing there confused and trying to hold in his laugh.

"You think i'ma hit you?" he tilted his head to the side with that signature grin.

"I shoved you off your boat yada yada yada." I rolled my eyes now regretting finishing off my drink.

"I just want to talk." he pulled out the chair of the open table.

I looked at him with squinted eyes, seeing if he had any ulterior motives. He motioned for me to sit so I riskily pulled the seat out and sat, not scooting the seat in so I had an easy access to run if it came to that point.

"Look, if you're gonna ask where the copy of the diary is it was ruined okay. Fucking rain." I sighed out and my knee bounced waiting for what's to come.

"Why'd you push me off?" he asked, his elbows leaning on the wooded surface.

"Because you said you would only help me and not my friends, that includes your little sister." I crossed my arms.

"What happened to you?" he examined my face.

I felt my cheeks blush at his closeness.

"Nothing changed Rafe."

"Everything changed." He sat back in his chair, legs spread and arms crossed. "Everything changed once you thought you were a Pogue."

"I'm not a Kook or a Pogue." I rubbed my face at the thought of not belonging to a certain group. "I just did what was right."

We sat in silence. The other waiting for the other one to speak up.

"Do you miss it?" he asked, he was genuine.

"Miss?" I cocked my head to the side with furrowed brows.

"Having a perfect family, going golfing every weekend with us, having a nice and safe home? Do you miss being a Kook?"

His words took all the air out of my lungs. It was like I was deep underwater and I couldn't find the light.

I didn't know I had to hear those words, but now I realized how much I've lost. I don't have that life anymore and I'll never get it back.

The stinging in my eye is what snapped me out of my trance, my eyes looking up at Rafe's blue ones as they were wide. As the tear hit my cheek, I grabbed onto the table to push myself out of my seat moving as fast as I could to my car.

I struggled with all the keychains on my lanyard to find my key fob. My tears were never ending, just streams down my face as I breathed heavily to my car door.

And of course with my luck, my car wasn't unlocking. I just broke down and let all my emotions take over me in the parking lot of the Island Club.

"I- I didn't mean to trigger you." I heard Rafe say as I sat on the gravel next to the driver door.

I looked up at him with my mascara running down my cheeks. He let out a hand for me to grab so he can pull me up, I took it willingly. I swiped all of the dirt and dust off my ass and wiped my tears with the back of my hands.

"This also isn't your car." he spoke out as he pointed to my car on the next row, it was the same model and color of course I got the wrong one.

I quietly laughed into my hands as I didn't want to seem more unstable.

He grabbed my lanyard from my hands and walked towards my car as I followed behind him. He opened the driver door and hopped in, turning on my car for me before hopping back out.

"Thank you, and sorry you had to see me like that." I rocked awkwardly on the balls of my feet.

"I've seen you cry because you wanted an electric car so you didn't contribute to carbon emissions, this is nothing new." he tried to lighten the mood. "Besides, I'm just glad you're home safe."

I sat in the drivers seat but with my body still turned to Rafe that stood right outside of my door.

"I truly hope you get what you're looking for, and I'm not talking about the gold and treasure Rafe."

I closed the door and shifted into drive, leaving Rafe in the parking lot to think about my words.

[londonspirit]

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Let's start with Izzy's death. Did you always plan to kill Izzy off this season?

DAVID JENKINS: Yes. It feels like the logical end of Izzy's arc. It's heartbreaking to me because he's my favorite. They're all my favorite because they're all my kids, but Izzy is very near and dear to my heart. The season was kind of built around [the idea of]: What's the best journey we can give him? And what's the most interesting thing we can do with Con, who can do just about anything?

How did Con react when you laid out Izzy's storyline this season?

I told him in the middle of shooting because I didn't want him to find out at the table read, obviously. I also didn't want it to leak. He was lovely about it. I called him and said, "Let's get a bite to eat," and he said, "I'll need cake!" We had dinner, and I gave him a cuddle, and he took it pretty well.

A lot of these characters have evolved over two seasons, but it seems like Izzy has gone through one of the biggest evolutions. He went from being so dismissive of the others to being a key part of the crew. What interested you most about his arc?

You know, I didn't expect him to become kind of a father figure to Ed. I think we hit on that while we were breaking the [final] episode. He's in such a weird position: He's like a jilted lover, and then he's a middle manager who has to work for a terrible boss. He gets thrown away, and then he comes back. He really develops, and he becomes a part of this family. I think the biggest surprise was the extent that he was a mentor to Ed. They were both Blackbeard. They both made Blackbeard happen.

What do you remember most about filming Izzy's death scene?

That was one of the last things we shot. As we got closer and closer to it, I could see it weighing on Con. It's hard: This is something we both made together, and his character is gonna die. He was taking it really seriously. Then, when we were shooting, I made him a playlist. I asked if I could play him some music, and I did, and we sat there and we watched Izzy die.

I also wanted to ask about the scene where Ed and Stede reunite on the beach, fighting their way back to each other through hordes of soldiers. How did you want to approach that sequence?

We have a wonderful fight and stunt coordinator, Jacob Tomuri, and [director] Fernando Frias laid out how he wanted to shoot it with [cinematographer] Mike Berlucchi. With this show, we're basically making a one-hour show on a half-hour budget and schedule, so we really have to pick our shots. But the location was just unreal. Everything in New Zealand just looks amazing. We were driving to a different location to scout the lake where Blackbeard tries to be a fisherman, and it was like, "What is this?" It was this giant black sand dune that seems to go on for miles. We were like, "Oh, we have to do something here."

The episode ultimately ends with a happy ending for Ed and Stede: They're starting an inn together on land as their friends sail off to new adventures. Walk me through why you wanted to give these two a happy ending.

With this season starting so dark, I kind of wanted to reward them for the work that they've done and the character growth that they've had. I wanted to leave them in a place where they're really going to try and make this work. I don't think it's going to be easy for them, necessarily. They're both still immature. But after the death of Izzy, we have a wedding, and it feels like we have the kids taking the car, driving off while the parents watch from the porch. It felt right to give them something to balance the loss of Izzy, where neither of them is going to run. They're both saying they're going to commit to each other, and it felt like the best place to leave them this season.

That makes sense. So much of their story has been about running away: Stede running away from his family, them running away from each other. This is them deciding not to run away.

And I don't think it's going to be easy. I think the day after that scene would be very hard. But they can try.

You mentioned the wedding between Lucius and Black Pete. I know that pirate weddings and civil partnerships were a real thing from history. Why did you want to end on that moment?

We knew we wanted a matelotage in the second season, and pretty quickly we landed on Lucius and Black Pete. It seems like they were ready for that. We made up a ceremony and everything, where they call each other mateys, and it was just fun to make our own version of a pirate wedding ceremony. But they really did have this phrase "matelotage." It was a formal process for relationships between crew members. It just seemed very sweet to see that they wanted to take that step together.

Last season ended on a cliffhanger, but this season ends pretty neatly, tying up a lot of loose threads. This could work as a series finale. Do you know if the show is getting a season 3, and are you already thinking about where this story could go next?

I mean, we'll see. We'll see if it makes sense for them to make a third one. We have a lot of ideas for a third season, and there's a lot more story to tell. But if it's not in the cards, I just wanted to leave Ed and Blackbeard in a good place. Instead of seeing them get punished for following each other, I wanted to see a moment where they're alright. And it is just a moment: I think a relationship is going to take a lot of work for them.

But it felt like a good place to end the second season. It felt like a contrast to the first season. If it turns out we don't make any more, I'm comfortable with that being a resting place.

You're leaving the door open for more — but if this the end, you're okay with that.

I mean, the Revenge is now being captained by Frenchie, and I think Frenchie's Revenge would be an interesting place to work and an interesting ship to be boarded by. And Ed and Stede, they're in the early 30s part of their relationship. Emotionally, they're going to move in together and start a business. I think there's a whole other story to tell about what happens when that relationship gets more mature. How do you make that relationship work? It's not just happily ever after. You have to work at it. And that's a story I'd like to see.

This interview has been edited for length and clarity.

[heart-broken-hunny]

To, Dad

02.04.19

I remember waking up that morning, 5 years ago, thinking it was going to be just another normal Tuesday at the boarding school I attended. I hopped on the bus, sat in my seat and listened to the radio. "A fatal car fire on i-81 shut down the northbound lanes for 3 hours early this morning." I remember hearing that news report loud and clear and not thinking anything of it. I got off the bus, went to class, and went about buisness as usual. Second period rolled around and my teacher got pulled out into the hallway by another teacher of mine. Then they called me out too.

My heart dropped. "What did I get caught for this time" I thought. With little explanation my teachers sent me to the front office, where I then met with my principal. She told me my house-dad was there to pick me up. By this point I knew there was something wrong. This wasn't normal. Once I was in the van on my way to my student home my house-dad asked if I wanted a doughnut. Its horrible to say, but that's when I knew something was really wrong. My house-dad was never kind to me. I don't remember what kind of doughnut I got that morning, but I do remember the sinking feeling in my stomach when I saw the cars of my family members lined up in the parking lot when we finally arrived at the student home.

I hopped out of the van and went to the office, where my mom, grandma, counselor, and two of my grandfathers sat. My grandmother was in tears, my moms eyes were red, and everyone looked uncomfortable to be in that room right then. Deep down I already knew what was going on but I didn't want it to be true. I sat down as I had been instructed and my mom kneeled on the floor in front of me.

My counselor looked to my grandmother to ask her if she wanted to break the news. She couldn't choke back the tears and simply hid her face in the palms of her hands. I dreaded the next few words I heard.

"Ava, your father died this morning... he killed himself."

I want to say that at that exact moment my only reaction was to cry on my mom's shoulder, but in all honesty I was in too much shock. I did cry on my mother shoulder, but the tears were forced. Not until I was sent to my room to gather some belongings to go home with did it really hit me. I stood there for a minute, alone. I grabbed a drawstring bag and shoved my favourite clothes into it while bawling my heart out.

I got in the car with my mom and grandpa and we drove to my house. My mom told me not to go on Facebook, so of course my nosey 13 year old self did just that. I got home, unpacked my things, and went straight to the internet in search of answers. The ones I got were much more devastating than I could've imagined.

Article headlines read "suicidal hummelstown man douses car in gasoline before setting it ablaze on I-81".

Now not only could I never talk to my father again, I could never see him. I could never really say goodbye.

Five years later it still hurts. I don't get emotional much these days, but this is the one day it hurts the most. I will never forget that hectic morning, and I'll never forget that previous Sunday when my dad hugged me for the last time and promised to come to my next swim meet.

I'll never forget going camping in the middle of nowhere and riding up and down the coal piles on the back of his fourwheeler or in the passenger seat of the dune buggy. I'll never forget hiking desert trails in Arizona or playing Rock Band on the PS2 for hours on end. I'll never forget what a good dad he was, and how hard I know he was trying to get back on track. And I'll never forget how much he loved me.

Rest easy, dad. I know you weren't religious, and neither am I, so wherever your spirit ended up, I hope you're finally happy, and I hope you're proud of the woman I'm becoming. I love you.