#everyone is always like “oh Ireland is so great!“ but really it’s not

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On one hand I’m like the government sucks so bad I could never be part of that but on the other I’m like okay but who’s gonna change shit? The old fucks who couldn’t care less about the people they’re meant to be looking after? 

[loversfms]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed maeve finnegan walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who she is ? they kind of look like maia mitchell and i could be wrong but i think that they might be twenty-eight years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last twelve years. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of kat stratford from 10 things i hate about you. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at lomax auto-repairs as a mechanic. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the the broken bird of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty blunt at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty confident to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that two bedroom apartment beside me over in sunny shores. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!

STATS:

full name : maeve finnegan nickname(s) : mae ( but only if she really likes you ) birthplace : portstewart, northern ireland date of birth : 05 / 07 / 1996 parentage : john finnegan & aofie finnegan ( estranged ) sibling(s) : kai finnegan relationship status : single gender identity : cis woman ( she/her ) sexual orientation : bisexual faceclaim : maia mitchell

BACKGROUND: ( teen pregnancy, cheating )

aofie and john are just sixteen when they find out aofie is pregnant. it's already terrifying, and it becomes even more so when the topic of twins hits the table. still, they believe that love conquers all. they cared so deeply for each other, how could that love and care not only multiply with more additions to the family?

once the twins are born, it's clear as day that maeve is a carbon copy as aofie.

"YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR MOM !" it's a good thing, when you're a toddler picking up your mother's mannerisms. it's cute, even, the way you both put your hands on your hips as you watch the television from afar.

when she's six, she takes a liking to the piano. however, in true sister fashion, she decides to drop her focus on it as soon as she realizes her brother also seems to like making music. he's much better at it, anyway. he can do the writing and composing, she'd only been very good at reading and playing.

"YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR MOM !" it's a good thing, when you're learning to cook alongside your mom. the two of you spend the evenings prepping meals, and you're thrilled to help present them to your family.

maeve had always liked building things. playing with legos growing up, putting puzzles together... she liked having something to do with her hands. making something out of nothing. she liked keeping busy, and felt a great sense of pride any time she completed / built something all on her own.

"YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR MOM !" it's a good thing, until it's not. aofie had been stepping out-- this family life hadn't been as fulfilling as sixteen year old her thought it'd be. now, it's just john and the twins, and all these endearing traits had lost their charm.

she sees it, the way her brother and father struggle to make eye contact with her. how they can hardly stand to be in the same room as her. it unlocks a certain rage within her-- one she didn't know she was capable of.

still, even though she was angry, she felt she had to take over. they were missing a maternal figure, and at fourteen years old, maeve stepped up. making meals for the three of them, keeping up with the family agenda, doing the grocery shopping, writing everything down for everyone... she could take the good parts of aofie and make them work.

a year after her family life implodes, the remaining finnegans are off to palmview. there's promise of a new life -- a blank slate, of sorts. however, could the slate truly be blank if the ghost you were trying to avoid was haunting your face and mannerisms?

a once loud and lively girl has now become a hollow shell of herself. the good thing about the move was it had brought her and her brother closer than they had been previously. they had no one but each other. their class schedules had been different, but they always made time to give each other a nod in the hallway or sit together for lunch.

one thing she really liked about her new school was their wood and metal shop programs. she took every trade class she could. it was nice to keep busy and to see the results of her hard work. with a lack of friends, each one of her creations ended up in her brother's room once they had been graded. what could he possibly need a birdhouse for? who knows, but it's his problem now.

it had been easy to keep to herself. she would simply shoot down any attempt at social interaction. she hated working with others, too embarrassed to try and water her accent down for those around her to understand. it was just easier to be nobody.

well, it was, until the rumors began circulating about her brother. one-sided, nasty rumors about him and his friend. a relationship she'd witnessed with her own eyes, whether the other party was aware of it or not. between their social and familial fallout, it was beginning to feel like carrying the name FINNEGAN was a curse.

suddenly, the two who had been so good at hiding themselves away found themselves in the social spotlight. her brother, for the rumors circulating, and maeve, for cussing out & attempting to fight anyone who dare whisper his name in her presence. it doesn't take long for her to get hit with a suspension.

john finnegan is frustrated, says he doesn't recognize the kids in front of him. maeve can barely stand to hear him speak, angry at him, at aofie, at everyone. still, the three had come to an agreement that the twins would lay low for the rest of school. it had been their original plan anyway. and it's one she plans on sticking to... only after she slashes a set of tires in defense of her brother.

she graduates, plans to get the hell out of palmview, but plans fall through. she's stuck and has no backup plan. luckily for her, there's an auto repair shop with a very kind employee, willing to teach her more than the basics of fixing a car. she'd learned the basics years ago, and she begins working as his apprentice. it doesn't take her long to go from apprentice to full-time employee. it fulfills her need to fix, but not completely

she makes furniture on the side, selling it at farmer's markets, craft fairs, different markets in general... there's just nothing better than the feeling of watching your work walk away with a happy customer

PERSONALITY:

she still struggles to make friends to this day, but she's got a few of them. she's fiercely loyal to those she cares about, and is always offering to slash a set of tires... ( it was just such a rush! )

doesn't know how to think before she speaks, and even if she did, everything is always written clear as day on her face

swears like a sailor sorry it's not her shes just irish :/

very caring and very much a mom friend but don't say that in front of her i fear she may kill you...... her way of showing love is acts of service okay!!!!!!!

[can-of-w0rmz]

No but rich people (especially rich Americans) are ACTUALLY fucking mental, and not even on big scale shit, but on really small everyday stuff too. Like it’s crazy, I fully saw a video that was one of those ones where it was like, “THIS is not a healthy amount of food”, and then it was a few varying portions, some of them were pretty small, some were really really normal and average, and then “THIS is healthy :)” and then it’s the most fucking MASSIVE bowl of food with the biggest portions you’ve ever seen in your life. Am I insane or is that crazy patronising???

Like ok yeah, I get people struggle with food, and if you’re purposefully eating teeny tiny portions even though you have more because of psychological reasons, of COURSE that’s unhealthy, but the amount of food these people eat in these kinds of videos is actually insane. It might just be because they’re American, bc American portions are massive, but there’s something absolutely mad to me in these posts that they go “oh so you know this perfectly average meal? This very affordable normal amount of food to eat for a meal? You should be eating this instead :)” and then show a medieval king ass feast. OR, “here’s what I eat in a day! (Realistic <3 bc social media isn’t real)” and then it’s a sandwich the size of her fucking arm.

It’s not even just food too, it’s overindulgence in everything, and it’s such a weird fucking thing, and imo it leads to this weird Americanised sense of entitlement sometimes??? Like there’ve been a few times as a kid where I’ve tried imitating these American ass trends, which are ALWAYS framed as “this is healthy” or “this is realistic”, and ofc every time I’d get my ma laughing in my face with some variation of “what do you think I am? Made of money?” or “are you some kind of princess now?”, and she was 100% right every time, and as I started getting older and having more of an actual concept of money, I ALWAYS thought “it’s crazy how Americans can afford this much shit.”

I REALLY fucking hate the Americanisation of everything tbh. You can’t escape it. Election season comes around, a thousand videos “we have to vote guys!” ???who the fuck is “we”. Also in shit like general culture too, ideas about culture and race which are only relevant for America. Not to say that racism only exists in America, but this “you can’t be racist towards white people/ahhhh oh no that’s cultural appropriation you can’t do that!!!!” stance on racism. I’ve lived in Ireland my entire life, not that it really matters bc being Irish is not really a “race”, it’s a nationality, but my ancestors were all celtic, I have a culture. And even tho personally I don’t think being Irish is a race (aka: I don’t think if you’re American and your great grandad was Irish, you’re Irish, and I also think a black guy or whoever else who’s lived here his whole life and fully understands Irish culture has just as much of a right to call himself Irish as someone like me with Celtic heritage), the English sure viewed us that way! “You can’t be racist towards white people”? In the 1800s they depicted us as rats and drunks and tried to starve us. But sure go whine about cultural appropriation and then go dye the rivers green this St. Patrick’s Day!

I just really hate the Americanisation of shit in general fr. And I don’t even hate some American stuff that much, southern gothic shit is cool, the old west is interesting asf, you’ve got some cool shit, but this weird rich elite corporate social media America shit is fucking everywhere, and it’s just infuriating at worst and kind of sad at best. Feels like everyone’s forgetting where they come from and why they act how they do to fall in line with some looming corporate capitalist American idea of “progress” that erases every shred of art and love and differing experience and history and culture and beauty. Americans will whine about colonisation, and that’s real, it’s true, it’s horrific, but they’re doing the exact same shit psychologically.

Anyway I hope trump wins the election not because I support any of his policies but because it think it’d be funny to watch. Also democracy is a lie constructed by the government to give the illusion of individual choice don’t bother voting it just encourages them. Communism is fucking stupid and idealist but so is the idea that individuals can have true choice under a democracy fuck the government and go love and make art thank you and goodnight

Also since we’re talking about our individual culture and how much I hate corpo Americans spreading their weird shit everywhere have some cool selkie art I found and a silly wee selkie ballad I like

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if Bella was Fae and didn't know it? The parameters for this are broad, so let's just say shortly after Bella was born, Renée took a trip to Ireland and left Bella in a stroller by the woods. Bella gets switched with a changeling and Renée never finds out.

Assuming Bella makes it to Forks, how does Twilight go down? (Feel free to give Bella whatever powers you think she should have/shouldn't have.)

I mean, first off, even if we get to Twilight, things are going to be very different.

Bella Loves Forks

Forks, a rural town with relatively little iron and steel compared to large American cities, feels great for Bella who's in constant pain in places like Phoenix with her mother.

Renee really hates on Forks, and Bella wants to hate it for a long time, but good god it's like getting medication.

However, we'll say that Renee got weird on Bella liking Forks too much so Bella awkwardly stopped going because it was clear shit would go down at home if she kept going. Bella and Charlie's relationship becomes strained then non-existent because of this.

So she only ends up in Forks in 2005 but uh... very clearly jumps on the excuse to go. Oh, you're married, Renee? Well gee shucks I've got to go live in Forks now, byeeeee.

This is made awkward as Bella can't lie (even more so than in canon, she physically cannot lie) so she has to dance around the topic whenever Renee asks her why she wants to move.

Bella's in Forks Now

Bella's determined to be a normal teenager. She fucked up at her last school by being weird all the time, but now is her time to shine. She will be a normal person, with normal friends, and nobody will think she's strange!

Bella fucks this up by speaking in verse at lunch about getting drunk on wine under the full moon's light.

"FUCK" - Bella Swan

Well, she's hot enough that this doesn't matter to the guys and Jessica... stares a bit but goes with it. So Bella's a huge nerd, she can date Eric and they can go to Comicon together dressed as hobbits or whatever.

Across the lunchroom, the Cullens stare and ask for dirt on the new girl. As before, Edward finds her overrated but finds he can't read her thoughts. He concludes she's uppity and has a desperate need for attention based on her constantly talking in verse.

They get to Biology where...

Edward doesn't smell the smell. Bella's one of the fair folk now, she's not human, she's going to smell weird but not delicious. Edward gives her a very funny look and concludes, eventually, she's not like Ephraim was (as Edward also thinks the shifter line died out).

He and Bella spend the lecture giving each other the side eye. Bella's spidey senses are tingling with this one and she tries to ignore it because nothing good comes from her spidey senses, it always leads to weird.

She decides it's just because he's hot and she must like him.

Yes.

That's what normal girls do.

Bella is a normal girl.

And Then?

See, the thing is, I doubt Bella can or will drive because too much fashioned metal. Bella tells Charlie, for reasons she will not explain, that she must walk to school. Charlie at this point doesn't question this, Bella's hated cars since birth.

As a result, she does not nearly get crushed by Tylor's van and is not carted off to the hospital where Carlisle would certainly no she's not human.

So, nothing happens.

Bella and Edward sit next to each other, but he just thinks she's weird and boring. Bella, for her own part, continues to tell herself she's hopelessly in love with Edward Cullen (because look how hot he is) and that these aren't the spidey sense tingles.

Weird stuff happens, I imagine, like Bella accidentally turning things into trees, being unable to cross lines of salt, being unable to cross running water, but everyone ignores this as the Cullens don't care and everyone else is too weirded out.

Twilight never happens.

[coolfire333]

My high school had a large population of international boarding students, mostly from China, and I always miss the cultural enchanges we used to have because oh my god it was so fun and interesting

We'd have delicious chinese candy on lunar new year in the cafeteria (the white rabbit candy was always the best...like vanilla tootsie rolls but better) and there was a multicultural assembly every year with traditional instruments being played by students as well as a "fashion show" where students would wear clothing of their heritage and walk up and down the stage in the performing arts center like it was a runway

I did kinda participate because in either elementary or middle school (my school was k-12 and I went there from grades 4-12) we had a heritage day type thing and I made a little presentation on Scotland (I think I did another one on Ireland too because my great-great grandparents immigrated from there) and made tablet (it's a grainy, sugary candy that dissolves in your mouth and tastes like brown sugar). I also got to try raw sugarcane thanks to one kid who had hawaiian heritage and brought sugarcane as their heritage treat and that always sticks with me

Also not grade-school related but in college one of my professors was from china (she taught mainly chinese history/environmentalism classes and I ended up in a lot of those as a history student who also was very interested in anything environmental) and she brought fried lotus root, bean-paste-filled mooncakes, and green lychee fruit to class (I think also for lunar new year) and it was so fun getting to try foreign foods I'd never eaten before. Anyway everyone say thank you Dr. F, you are a very kind and patient soul for sharing your culture with us american rubes even if you taught class confusingly lol

There are probably other events that I'm forgetting about but those are the ones that stuck out to me the most. It really was great, for as bad as school sucked sometimes I do miss it for the fun stuff that would happen

[yves-and-scessernee]

I've been thinking about some things, and I wanted to clarify for some folks outside of the US:

When people in the United States talk about heritage, it's always with the implication of American nationality. Two friends in the US might chat casually about themselves and their families by saying "I'm Irish" and "I'm Polish." What they mean is "I'm Irish-American" and "I'm Polish-American" but, because the context of being in America is present, the "-American" part goes assumed.

That's why the "Where are you from?" / "Where were you born?" / "Where are your parents from?" questions exist. Between friends, those are casual ways to tell if someone is talking about X as a familial heritage or X as a nationality without saying outright "Hey, so are you a member of this American subculture or are you from another country?" It is absolutely rude to ask these questions without the context of friendship, but within a friendship people often share information about their heritage and nationality quite freely. Those two friends I mentioned above might go on to talk about how "My grandparents were born in Dublin and immigrated to the US, and my parents grew up together in Boston." "Oh, that's cool that they grew up together! My great-grandmother moved from Kraków as an infant with her family, but my dad met my mom through an exchange student program and she just finalized her dual citizenship."

Stripped of the context of "being in America", such statements can come off as presumptuous and deceptive. I understand that. Someone who has gotten used to chatting about their family while in America will likely default to keeping the "-American" part assumed on their behalf, which they shouldn't do. But an American saying "Oh! I'm Irish" to you when you know already that they are American is telling you this in the context of being American: what is actually being conveyed is "I'm Irish-American." To them, they're sharing what American subculture they belong to, rather than claiming participation in a different country.

And Irish-American culture in the US is alive and well! Irish-American cultural centers, museums dedicated to generations of Irish-American immigration, and festivals sharing what Irish-American families have brought to America are found all over the US. So it is with many other cultural communities. People care about the cultures they and their families brought over with them, and American subcultures are living entities unto themselves shaped by decades of history.

And of course some American families keep in touch with their parent cultures. As I write this, a friend is making arrangements with his family to spent next month with his grandparents in Mexico. My own parents just got back from visiting my sister in Ireland, where she's been studying veterinary sciences. Sometimes that's why Americans drop the hyphen in casual conversation: for my friend, where does Mexican culture end and the Mexican-American subculture within the greater American culture begin? A conversation with him actually got me thinking about this entire thing, because, for him, the distinction between being Mexican, having Mexican heritage, and being Mexican-American can be really blurry, particularly given the United States' history with Mexico.

Americans should stop assuming everyone knows the context of "having American nationality" when they talk about heritage. I agree. It can be easy to come onto the internet with the same assumptions you have in your everyday community, particularly if you're young. If you're American and you're reading this and you're just realizing that someone probably interpreted you as saying "I'm a member of this country" when what you meant was "I'm a member of this American subculture," I understand the embarrassment. This often isn't laid out clearly inside or outside the US.

But that's why I'm explaining it now. If what you mean is "I'm [Heritage]-American" and you're talking about your participation in an American subculture, you probably should start saying the whole phrase aloud. It's more polite to assume that someone doesn't know your nationality than that they do. It'll forestall misunderstandings and frustrations with friends and strangers alike.

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It was a whirlwind 24 hours for Niall Horan as he touched down in Ireland for a very quick trip. So quick in fact, he didn’t even get a chance to swing home to see his family in Mullingar.

“If I had more time, I’d see everyone. It’s hard when you’re only an hour away from home but I’ll be back over the summer,” he tells us.

Life on the road is all he’s known for the last decade. Since launching into superstardom with One Direction in 2010, he’s been all over the world, playing the biggest stadiums and venues to millions of fans. Now out on his own, he’s soaring once again with his solo career and his third album, The Show has landed.

To celebrate, he performed an incredibly intimate gig at Fuel on Camden Street to roughly 50 people, before sitting down with us the next morning for a catchup.

Here, Niall opens up about music, mental health and famous mates – oh and, of course, those relentless 1D reunion rumours, too!

Niall, welcome home! How are you? How does it feel to be back?

Ah, I’m grand! I went for two pints last night in town. I had to have a Guinness because I do a lot of travelling and it’s not always great abroad! I kept it chill though! If I had more time, I’d see everyone and I’d probably go home. It’s hard when you’re only an hour away but I’ll be back over the summer.

Obviously we’re here to chat about the new album, The Show. Talk to us about the inspiration behind it.

When you’re not writing heartbreak-y type songs, you obviously need another angle and I’m in a good place now, so I decided I could write about the ups and downs of life. The way the world was turning when I was writing the album was a big part of it. When the pandemic happened and all of the control was taken away from us, we were like deers caught in the headlights. We didn’t know what to do! What I say in The Show is that if everything was always easy and nothing ever broke, how would we realise how good we have it? That line inspired me to write the rest of the record.

Your latest single Meltdown is a bit more upbeat in tempo and different to what we’re used to hearing from you. Can we expect more of that from the album?

No, don’t expect anything else actually [laughs]. It’s by far the fasted song by about 100 beats per minute. I write a lot of songs about feeling anxious but they’re usually ballads and that’s not the tempo of what’s going on in your head at the time, so I knew I needed to write something faster. But, there’s not a lot of that on the album.

When you experience those feelings of anxiousness and unease, does writing help you deal with it?

I wouldn’t say I’m an overly anxious person, but we all have those moments and it could be over anything. In Meltdown, it’s more about knowing that everything will be fine.

When it comes to your fanbase, is it important to try normalise those feelings and show they can happen to everyone, even you?

It’s all relative; feelings like that. It’s the world we live in. It’s becoming more prevalent that people talk about it. No matter what I’m writing about, I’ll always try to write introspectively whilst keeping it as relatable as possible. That’s what we get out of music, isn’t it? We attach to singers who write about how we feel and that can be said for me too. There are artists who I listen to and who I get the same feelings from, too.

Other than your singles, what were your other favourite songs on the album?

Probably On A Night Like Tonight, –I love it. Also, Start A Cult, too. I just love how it sounds really dark but it’s not. I’m sure there’ll be all sorts of theories flying around, but that’s what makes songwriting so interesting — you can have a title that dark and make it the complete opposite.

Speaking of theories, what’s the strangest one you’ve heard?

Oh, if you just sat on Twitter for ten minutes! I’m so used to it now though. I began my career at the start of social media; I’ve seen it all! I couldn’t even pick one out, there’s some mad stuff going on!

We’d well believe it! Tell us Niall, you’re heading back on the road but how do you feel about the new tour?!

Touring is my absolute favourite thing in the world to do, if I could just constantly tour, I would. I haven’t done any shows since 2018!

You’ve played the smallest gigs with 50 people in a room, but then also sold-out stadium tours around the world. Do you have a preference?

Bigger the better! I was nervous yesterday playing that show on Camden St! I perform much better in a bigger room. I love when people can just be themselves and lose the plot at gigs. People just forget about what’s going on in their lives, well not forget, but leave it at home for an hour. I love that.

Obviously, the One Direction reunion rumours never quit, is there any truth to them though?

There’s nothing going on that I know of. We’re still really close, we’re very supportive of each other and we keep in touch a lot. It’s as good as it can be for people who don’t get to see each other very often.

We can see that you and Lewis Capaldi are such good mates, but is it hard to make friends in the industry?

I generally don’t look for them in the music industry. I’ve no interest in just becoming friends with famous people to be honest with you. I think everyone has this assumption that famous people are all friends for no other reason than the fact they’re famous, personalities don’t even come into the conversation. I’d say I have two or three famous friends.

Are you still really close with your pals from home?

Oh yeah! That’s why I don’t really have many famous friends – I don’t need loads of new friends. But myself and Lewis are great!

Is there anyone in the industry you’d like to collab with? We know you’re a Taylor Swift fan, would you ever work together?

Oh yeah! I’d love to! She knows where I am, she’s got my number! I love this new girl, Lizzy McAlpine, she’s class! She has a song called Ceilings out at the moment and it’s unreal. All the women in music at the moment are unbelievable. Maggie Rogers, Olivia Rodrigo, Taylor, I’ve done stuff with Julia Michaels before, Anne-Marie… I think Olivia, Olivia would be great!

We’ve seen a lot of singers go down different paths in their career, would you every think about heading down a different route?

I never thought I’d do The Voice and I’m doing that now. It’s one of those things which just came up. I do struggle on music videos and stuff like that, it’s a lot of stopping and starting and waiting. I can’t imagine doing that for three months shooting a film. I don’t know how good I’d be at acting either or if I can act! If some big director came to me and said, I think you’d be good [at this role], I’d probably get some confidence from that and give it a go!

So you’re not going to appear on Fair City any time soon?

No, you won’t be seeing myself and Mondo! [bursts into laughter].

[mydaroga]

Marianne Faithfull remembered Paul's reaction to the idea:

John wanted them all to live together on an island. I remember him talking about it, saying, 'What has to happen is that all of us, the Beatles ...' and of course for Paul this was a nightmare, the last thing Paul wanted to do was live on some fucking island, whether it was in Ireland or Greece, wherever it was, with John, George and Ringo and their wives and their roadies, and Mal and Neil, all on an island. This was John's vision and they all had to do this. And of course Paul was, 'Yeechhhhhh.' There were going to be a few other people, like John Dunbar. But it was just awful for Paul and I remember him talking about this and saying, 'Well, I guess they'll never get it together.' Paul was really much more sophisticated than John ever was.

Marianne Faithfull, Many Years From Now

It's unclear to me how explicit Paul was with Marianne here. Because in his present-day telling, he's a bit more blasé:

There was some story of buying a Greek island or something. It was all so sort of abstract but the first thing we had to do is go to Greece and see if we even liked it out there. The idea was get an island where you can just do what you want, a sort of hippie commune where nobody'd interfere with your lifestyle. I suppose the main motivation for that would probably be no one could stop you smoking. Drugs was probably the main reason for getting some island, and then all the other community things that were around then - 'Oh, we'll paint together. We'll do this. I'll chop wood.'

I think that if you're going to write a great symphony or you're going to rehearse the greatest string quartet in the world, it's fair enough to cut yourself off. It's just a practical matter; give yourself lots of time and if you're going to do that, then why shouldn't it be in Greece? It was a drug-induced ambition, we'd just be sitting around: 'Wouldn't it be great? The lapping water, sunshine, we'd be playing. We'd get a studio there. Well, it's possible these days with mobiles and ...' We had lots of ideas like that. The whole Apple enterprise was the result of those ideas.

...

PAUL: We went on the boat and sat around and took acid. It was good fun being with everyone, with nippier moments. For me the pace was a bit wearing. I probably could have done with some straight windows occasionally, I'd have enjoyed it a bit more.

So did he think it was a good idea? Did he go along because he knew John wanted it and the best way to get around things John wanted that he didn't was to wait him out? Did Marianne hear him grumble,or did she just infer, and if she could, why couldn't the rest of them?

'It's a good job we didn't do it,' Paul said, 'because anyone who tried those ideas realised eventually there would always be arguments, there would always be who has to do the washing-up and whose turn it is to clean out the latrines. I don't think any of us were thinking of that.'

[absolutely-not-my-main-blog]

My internet provider was straight up playing me before because it took 3 hours to download the ep last week and with the new internet, 20 minutes this week, so anyway I took random notes while watching and just gonna post a couple of them in one hit before scrolling my dash:

1. “Anybody can get a guy to bang them once.” Oh, can they, Dennis? Can they?? Sounds like a man speaking from experience, huh.

2. Jack to Charlie regarding “play dates” together and him saying “You don’t remember,” oh that hurts my heart, Charlie having to repress memories of him. And then the extra creep factor with the fucking ice cream truck, good lord, I’m starting to think Jack murder is more and more possible this season.

3. “Don’t mind my friend, he’s schizophrenic.” “I am, yeah.” I know it’s like a joke here, but I like schizotypal Charlie headcanon so I choose to see this as a win. (Spider in my ear vibes though <3)

4. Dee and Mac asking “why” and “how come” Dennis has a system to get men and him shhing them, oh yeah it’s all coming together, he’s used this system fr, and the truth and something else is gonna come out, baby.

5. Love The Waitress is Getting Married vibes from Dennis helping Mac and Dee on their dates the way they tried to help Charlie.

6. Girl, how did Dennis get that bottle open over that guy, this man lives off of beer and air, he’s a weak, frail Victorian maiden who would absolutely get Mac to open jars in their apartment constantly.

7. MOMMY ISSUES DENNIS REAL. Okay so we’re all in agreement we’re gonna transport Den “back to a time when he was a snot nosed little bitch who depended on the most important person in his life for absolutely everything, the person who inflated his ego, who made him feel powerful but also powerless, the person whose validation he’s been seeking his entire life.” I’m SCREAMING. “The way to make a guy fall in love with you is to make him feel like you are his mommy.” GIRL, WHAT THE FUCK, Freud would like a word, I could write a whole essay on this scene alone, but I’m sure someone else already has, but oh my god they’re bringing up how Barbara’s influence really messed with him, inflating his ego, making him the golden child and holding him up to these perfect standards, but he’s trying to maintain that perfection even after she’s gone and realizing he can’t, making him powerless. He just wants the illusion of power! he doesn’t want to have to work for it this much. Head buzzing with incoherent thoughts but there are thoughts here I may come back to just aaahh.

8. On another note, I really liked their acting in this one, especially the S.I.N.N.E.D. scene, their deliveries were all great, they seemed to be having fun and it was sooo cute.

9. A boy in love with Johnny so he can’t be with anyone else, but Dennis is Johnny, Dennis catfish real, Dennis controlling anal beads real, what fever dream is this fucking episode, a boy in love with Johnny, Johnny dennis Dennis Johnny, I’m losing my mind.

10. “I’m Dennis, I’ve always been Dennis” and Ireland’s “You’re you, you’ve always been you” parallels and Mac’s need for solid and clear labels of identity, but Dennis’ continually vague notion of his own self, and Mac remaining completely clueless this whole season, not seeing what’s right in front of him, the blowing jokes, Dennis and his system for men, Dennis is Johnny, while Dennis is starting to realize maybe what he wants and continuously gets more aware, and it leads to mental health day, aaah idk!! So much!

11. I love how everyone was deep dive analyzing the Frank Dennis scene and it was just him telling him he got anal beads in his ass 😭

12. The chess opponent looks a lil like Donald to me.

13. Full ass blast 😭 I hate how this show makes me insane regardless of that.

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For whichever Shepard you like!

3, 19, 31

I'm in a Caleb state of mind today, so let's see what he's got for ya!

from this list

3. What’s their relationship with Anderson?

Ahhh, good one!

Well, at first, Caleb isn't sure what to make of him. He's angry at having to leave Ireland and while he isn't sure if he's cut out for the military he's willing to try it but who is this guy and how does he know Athair and why hasn't Athair ever said he has a past in the Systems Alliance? It doesn't take long, however, for him to get a read on Anderson and realize that he's on Caleb's side of things. They become good friends, I'd say. Anderson certainly has a mentor type relationship with Caleb for most of their time together, but he's also a conduit at times to see a different side to Athair that Caleb's never seen. Not to say he doesn't have moments where he gets angry at him and wonders whether the man is on his side or not. When they meet up the first time after Caleb wakes up on Lazarus is one - he gets why Anderson is so closed mouthed, but in Caleb's state of mind at the time it's harder to accept. Another when Caleb leaves Earth during the reaper attack and Anderson stays behind. He gets it, but he doesn't like it. But, man oh man, he's devastated when Anderson dies on the Citadel. I think that might be the moment he really sees all the many, many ways Anderson was there for him - the obvious and the not so obvious - over the years.

19. Are there any companions your Shepard just absolutely cannot vibe with or relate to?

Oh boy. Well, come ME2, anyone Cerberus - mostly Miranda and Jacob - because Caleb wakes up on Lazarus only to discover he NOW HAS BIOTICS. That freaks him out on several levels, and the only person he'd trust to help him he now has no access to. He nearly comes to blows with Miranda when they talk about it, too. (later on, by ME3, he develops a friendship with Miranda (Jacob dies on the Collector Base mission), such as it is.)

He's not sure about Zaeed at first, but they eventually develop a mutual respect for one another after saving each other's asses on a couple of ME2 missions.

Everyone else he gets along with fairly well, I'd say.

31. Who can always make them laugh?

Oh boy....

Tali - her enthusiasm for living life always makes him smile and if he's smiling, all it takes is a little joke, pun, or some ridiculous anecdote of her life with the Flotilla to get him laughing with her.

Kasumi - they develop their own unique version of 'hide and go seek' in ME2 using their tactical cloaks. When she can see he's having a rough moment, she'll start a game on the SR2 by sneaking into the loft - while he's there - and start moving things around. Models change places. Datapads aren't where he left them. The fish have been fed twice. Boo suddenly floats through the cabin... That sort of thing.

Coats and Kaidan - after Akuze, Caleb introduces the two of them and whenever they have a chance, they'll meet up, at least for a quick drink at Murph's on Arcturus or something. A drink or two in a good pub with Coats poking fun at him and Kaidan laughing along always will get Caleb chuckling too.

Cortez and Vega banter in the shuttle bay - Caleb understands that level of friendship well and appreciates it. Hearing them talk will bring a smile on the worst of days and laughter on better ones.

Grunt - when they're together, watching Grunt (especially ME2) learning how to live outside of his tank is hilarious most times.

Oh, gosh, what great questions! Thank you so much!!! <3

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In Dear Diary, the National Post satirically re-imagines a week in the life of a newsmaker. This week, Tyler Dawson takes a journey inside the thoughts of singer Taylor Swift.

Monday

This is pretty exciting! The new tour is going well. Fans are enthusiastic. I get to go to sleep every night atop a mattress padded out with dollar bills.

Swifties are the best fans around, and I can’t wait to tell everyone where I’ll be performing next on the Eras Tour. It’s a good life, travelling around, performing before adoring crowds.

I know I sing in Anti-Hero that I’m the problem, but, really, all I do is make people happy.

Tuesday

I just announced where I’m headed. Twenty-six new cities.

Everyone’s going to love it, I’m sure. It occurs to me now that there would’ve been some nice poetry if it had been 22 cities, instead of 26. Although at age 33, sometimes I feel weird singing that particular song.

Now, to sit back and bask in the enthusiasm of my fans and everyone who wants to see me. It’ll be nice to see the world again and visit Germany and Ireland and Scotland.

Huh, weird, I just saw on Twitter the Australians seem to be getting cranky. Ah well, I’ll check on that in the morning.

Wednesday

Oh no. The people of Perth are angry because I’m not stopping by to play a show. I do have other dates in Australia, though. What’s their problem?

You’d think at this point I wouldn’t care if people were mad at me. But I’ve written innumerable songs about how people have jilted me in the past. I wrote a 10-minute version of a song that had my fans demanding Jake Gyllenhaal return my red scarf.

I may be famous, but that doesn’t mean I’ve got an iron shell around me. It still hurts.

But I guess I don’t really want to have bad blood with Australia. It may be full of horrifying poisonous animals, but the people are nice enough.

Thursday

I just got off the phone with my manager.

It turns out the Canadians are upset, too. So upset that some upstart member of Parliament has officially complained to the House of Commons that I’ve snubbed Canada.

Ungrateful ingrates! I’ve been all over the U.S. Don’t they know that’s a short plane ride away from pretty much any Canadian city?

It’s not like I’ve even spent much time there before, beyond Toronto and Vancouver and Edmonton.

What’s wrong with these people? Everyone always says Canadians are so chill. As if a national hissy fit is going to convince me to come visit.

Friday

As I was falling asleep last night, I came up with a great idea for a song — one about just how much Canada sucks and how much they’re ruining my life.

That’ll be my revenge!

Ugh. I just did a Google search to make sure I wouldn’t be infringing on copyright or something. Turns out South Park did this ages ago. Maybe I’ll just sing Blame Canada at one of my shows.

ts1989fanatic: I know this is satire but that sh*t is not funny at all, not everyone can afford to travel to the USA to go too a concert.

[alittlebitoftruthcan]

‘Osho, is all esotericism nonsense?’

Viramo, yes! It is an escape from reality into fantasy. People are thinking about heaven and hell, and they don’t know who they are. And there are people who are describing detailed maps about heaven and hell. In the temples there are maps available, and these maps are very ancient. Man came to know maps of the earth only recently; just three hundred years ago man discovered that the earth is a globe. Maps of the earth have been made only within the last three hundred years, and maps of heaven have been there for at least five thousand years. But it is easy because you are free to make your own map; nobody can refute it because it is only a question of fantasy and imagination. Jainas have their maps, Buddhists have their maps, Hindus have their maps, and they are all contradictory.

One man came to see me, a follower of Radhaswami and he said, ‘Osho, what do you say? Our guru has said that there are fourteen heavens, and our guru has reached the fourteenth. And he has also said…’ He had brought the whole list: Rama has reached only up to the fifth, Buddha and Mahavira have reached up to the seventh, Christ is only up to the fourth, Mohammed up to the third, Kabir, Nanak, they have reached up to the twelfth—and their own guru has reached up to the fourteenth. The fourteenth is called SACHKHAND—the true heaven. He asked me, ‘What do you say about it?’ I said, ‘Your guru is right—I know him!’ He said, ‘What do you mean?’ I said, ‘Because there are FIFTEEN heavens and I am in the fifteenth! And he is always asking me, ‘Osho, somehow carry me to the fifteenth!’ Your guru is in the fourteenth—I know him!’ He became very angry. He said, ‘What are you saying? You have reached beyond my guru?’ I said, ‘If he can reach beyond Buddha and Mahavira and Krishna and Christ, what is wrong in my reaching beyond him? And when there are fifteen, what can I do?’ I told him, ‘The name of the fifteenth is MAHASACHKHAND—the GREAT land of truth. Your guru has reached only to the true land, I have reached to the GREAT truth!’ These fools go on talking about all kinds of nonsense.

Esotericism is just an escape from reality; it is a kind of madness.

The psychiatrist was very pleased with Sean’s progress. ‘You’re doing fine, Sean,’ he said soothingly. ‘You’ve improved much more than Barry. He’s going around telling everyone he wants to buy the Bank of Ireland.’ Sean suddenly grew very excited. ‘Oh, the ruffian!’ he shouted. ‘I’ve told him a dozen times I won’t sell!’

It is a question of insanity and nothing else—people talking about hells, how many hells there are. Hindus think there are three, Jainas think there are seven, and there was a contemporary of Mahavira, Sanjay Vilethiputta was his name—he must have been a man just like me; I love that man—he said, ‘Seven? There are seven hundred! Your Mahavira knows nothing! He may have only penetrated up to the seventh so he is talking about seven, but I have traveled the whole way. There are seven hundred, and there are also seven hundred heavens to balance!’

A man went to visit a madhouse and started talking with a madman. ‘You seem sane enough to me, why are you here?’ he asked. ‘Well, to tell you the truth, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I like children.’ ‘What’s wrong with that? I like children too.’ ‘Really? Fried or boiled?’

Once upon a time there was a guy called Urinjibhai Morarjibhai Desai who had become the Prime Minister of India. He was very esoteric. He was inaugurating direct telephone-links between heaven and hell. He called heaven first and talked to Saint Peter for about ten minutes. After that he called a few old friends who had gone to hell and talked to them for a few hours. When he had finished he called the operator to ask the charges of the calls. ‘The call to heaven cost 780 rupees,’ said the operator. ‘The call to hell was fifty paise.’ ‘My God!’ Urinjibhai Morarjibhai Desai said. ‘Why do prices differ so much?’ ‘Well, it’s simple, sir,’ stated the operator. ‘The call to heaven was long distance, while the one to hell was only a local call!’

Yes, Viramo, all esotericism is nonsense—except Almasto’s esoteric questions. She has again asked. She says, ‘Osho, can I ask a few more esoteric questions?’ I love her esoteric questions—they are REALLY esoteric!

First: How many Gandhians does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Almasto, five. First of all Urinjibhai Morarjibhai Desai to hold the lightbulb, and the other four to turn the table he is standing on. This is called non-violent Gandhian revolution! Second: How many communists does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Almasto, two. One to screw in the lightbulb and one to pass out pamphlets. Third: How many Jews does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Almasto, three. One to call the cleaning woman and two to feel guilty about calling the cleaning woman. Fourth: How many EST followers does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Almasto, a roomful. They take turns as the leader tells them what rotten and worthless bulb-screwers they are. Nobody is allowed to leave to go to the bathroom while the screwing is in progress. Fifth: How many Indian mahatmas does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Almasto, four. One to screw in the lightbulb and three to complain about how much better the old bulb was. Sixth: How many BRAHMACHARINS—celibate Hindu monks—does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Almasto, two. One to screw in the lightbulb and one to keep his knee from jerking. Seventh: How many journalists does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Almasto, two. One to screw in the lightbulb and one to give it a surprising twist at the end. Eighth: How many student radicals does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Almasto, three. One to screw in the lightbulb and two to insist it be turned further to the left. Ninth: How many union electricians does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Almasto, thirteen. One to get the lightbulb, one to get the lightbulb to the screwer-inner, one to screw in the lightbulb, one to hold him steady, one to flick the switch to test the lightbulb, one to make sure that the other bulbs in the room will need fixing, one to supervise, one to shout, two to take a coffee break, one to eat lunch, one to nap, one to plot the best way of breaking into the apartment at night. And the last: How many Californians does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Almasto, seven. One to screw in the lightbulb and six to share the experience.

— Osho (Philosophia Ultima)

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Just got back from your home country! Loved Ireland! The green fields and sheep/cows everywhere is really accurate lol I loved the car/train rides. Cork was really nice. I was surprised it wasn’t more crowded when I was there. But I had the beamish and went to the market and had great food. I will say I was disappointed by kinsale, I didn’t think it was as great as heard online. I loved cobh more.

Dublin I enjoyed the tourist things we did(guiness was a fun surprise) . And music and food but overall the city just felt like any other city. It was way more crowded than any other we visited and more than I expected. . But my fav was Galway. LOVED it! Aran islands was beautiful drive for a few hours there. But Galway was great. Nice people, loved the busy area on quay street and around it.

I heard Irish people are very friendly and I def felt that. I’ve seen so my tik toks and stuff saying oh Americans are to friendly and nice and I t’s fake but I felt like Irish are the same. Just a friendly culture where you say hello and how are you as greetings and it’s normal. Every cab driver we had was chatty, the people we met in shops or going out super friendly.

In cork this one cab driver kept telling us how he hated Dublin and be careful and then gave us his number to call if it felt we were getting scammed lol. Just a really nice guy looking out for tourists. I want to go back and go to places in the middle of the country. We basically hit the big cities this trip only.

But funny enough we took trains and buses between cities and everyone was on time lol I’ve followed you for a while and kept thinking ahh be ready for delays or cancelled rides and nope, everyone on time. Had that Irish luck on our side for travel :)

omg love that for ye. yea kinsale outside of peak tourist season can be a bit hit or miss cause a lot of places only open on the weekends i've found the last few times i've been down there on weekdays.

You got lucky with cork cause most American tourists come over around Easter and early May (why exactly them I'm not sure but it's always really busy during that period with cruise ships full of American tourists coming in from Cobh).

We're definitely a culture of talkers.There are a few things in Irish person loves more than a good chat and especially in Cork we love taking the piss out of Dublin.

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Ask any of Jonathan Roumie’s costars in The Chosen what it’s like to work with the 49-year-old actor as he beautifully inhabits the complicated Jesus of Nazareth and there are no pauses or loss of words in their response.

For example, Elizabeth Tabish, who plays devoted follower Mary Magdalene—the first person He heals onscreen—praises Roumie’s honesty and credibility. “There are moments where you catch yourself and [go], ‘Oh, it’s really Jesus,’” she says.

Noah James (Apostle Andrew) notes, “Jonathan has set the standard for being a good castmate and partner.” Adds Amber Shana Williams (follower Tamar): “Not everyone is as kind as [their] character, but he really is.”

Roumie, who was baptized Greek Orthodox but later converted to Roman Catholicism (his mother, from Ireland, is also a practicing Catholic), doesn’t take representing the Son of God lightly. Here, he talks about lacing up the sandals and how doing the show changed his spirituality.

The Chosen isn’t the first time you’ve portrayed Jesus. (Roumie played a more classic Jesus in films Heart of Mercy and creator Dallas Jenkins’ The Two Thieves.) How did your interpretation of Him evolve?

Jonathan Roumie: The first thing I did was create an accent that, to me, was at least regional. I grew up with a father from Egypt and Arab family members, and my aunt is from Palestine, so it made sense to borrow it from that. It was a little rougher [originally] than it is now because I hadn’t had a whole lot of time to refine it. But that became my entry into the character. It hasn’t drastically changed. If you watch the first four or five seasons of The Simpsons, Homer’s voice [Dan Castellaneta] isn’t quite where it is now, and all of the voices settle in after awhile. I think I’ve settled in.

I love that you just brought The Simpsons into this interview.

I’m friends with Bishop Robert Barron [theologian and host of PBS’s Catholicism], and whenever we hang out we are literally making Simpsons references and doing Homer impressions. You appreciate greatness wherever you find it, you know?

What kind of conversations have you had with Dallas or others about your portrayal of Jesus?

I think when somebody is cast for a role, hopefully 95 percent of the work is already present in what they did in the audition—or in their personalities—especially with television. “Kindness in the eyes” is something I’ve heard a lot about my portrayal. There are moments when Dallas is just fine-tuning my performance, because he’s very clear about what he wants. Sometimes, I might have an approach and I’ll convince him to try it my way. He’ll be like, “Yeah, that was better” or “No, just do it the way I told you the first time.” [Laughs] You win some and you lose some.

Are you thinking ahead to the carrying of the cross and the Crucifixion scenes that you’ll inevitably have to do?

I think about what it could look like. I have a lot of questions and ideas about my approach to it. But I can’t really focus on it until we’re going to prepare for it because my mind has to be present with whatever the scenes are that we’re doing now.

How do you think The Chosen’s version of His final moments will differ from other portrayals?

We’ve had a lot more time for people to build a relationship with Jesus, so it probably won’t have to be as gruesome as, let’s say, The Passion of the Christ, as beautiful as that was. Mel [Gibson, who directed the 2004 film] took 72 hours, if you’re including the Resurrection, [and turned it] into two and a half hours [of movie time]. We’re taking eight hours every season to tell a few weeks.

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Do fans ever treat you like you’re actually the Savior?

When people meet me, they tend to have a similar emotional response to me as they do the character. They know I’m not Jesus, but they call me Jesus. I’m always looking for ways to make that distinction. I just don’t think it’s healthy for me to try to perpetuate the concept that I am the sinless Son of God, which I am clearly not. [Laughs] So, I try to gently receive the encounter with the spirit of Jesus. I try to do that without saying, “I’m not Jesus and I won’t sign this until you call me Jonathan.” The strangest example of that is when I met the Pope for the second time and he said, “Oh, it’s Jesus.”

Pope Francis recognized you?

The Pope. As a Catholic, I’m like, “Only on TV. Only on TV.” And he laughed. It can be surreal at times.

How has this job impacted your spirituality?

It’s completely deepened my faith and affected my relationship with God. It makes me want to be a better version of myself and the best human being possible. I’ve been put here to play this character for a reason, I believe. And if that’s to allow people to get closer to their faith and to develop a relationship with God, then what more could I ask for as an actor? How many times in an actor’s career do you get an opportunity to have a real tangible impact on someone’s life?

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Transcript:

The Armagh actor chats about his home roots and burgeoning career on "Sunday with Miriam" on RTÉ One. Interviewer: Miriam O'Callaghan. (x)

Note: Feel free to point out any mistakes and I'll edit the transcript. Unclear words are marked with an asterisk.

MIRIAM: But first this morning, the current Sunday night drama on RTÉ1 television is The Boy That Never Was. It's about a toddler, Dillon, whose parents, Harry and Robin, are living in Morocco, when an earthquake strikes. Dillon is missing, presumed dead, and his parents return to Ireland, where, a few years later, Harry thinks he spots his missing son on a DART station platform. Well, Harry's played by Colin Morgan, who also starred in Kenneth Branagh's Belfast, in The Fall with Jamie Dornan, in The Killing Kind and The Crown. And he still has an ardent fan base from his time as Merlin in the BBC series. And Colin also takes a lead role in Dead and Buried, another drama that's going out at the moment on BBC Northern Ireland and Virgin Media. Colin Morgan, good morning to you.

COLIN: Good morning, Miriam. How are you?

MIRIAM: I'm great. You're the man of the moment! You're everywhere. But before we get into the Moroccan role, remind me. Tell me a bit about you. I know you grew up in Armagh. Your star has been steadily rising since playing Merlin. But tell me about yourself and your upbringing.

COLIN: Yeah, I mean, I was very lucky to, I guess, grow up in a place that had a few outlets for a creative wee boy like me. We had, um, the Armagh Theatre Group was absolutely flying* and always would have their Christmas shows, which they opened up to lots of the kids to get involved in. So I probably ended up being on stage with them, in their Christmas shows and pantomimes, very early on – I'm thinking probably five or six. It was early days. And yeah, that was it. I just, it was in me from a young age. I was always someone who just had this natural interest and ability, I guess, to perform. So, in a lot of ways, when I'm asked about inspirations or anything like that, I don't feel like I chose to get into the game. I feel like it sort of chose me. And I've just been trying to obey it for most of my life. I'm just very, very lucky that I'm able to do it as an adult as well. But not much has changed, really, from that five-year-old, if I'll be honest.

MIRIAM: Oh, that's so nice! And your parents, they're not in the business, are they? What do they do?

COLIN: I don't have anyone who's in the game, actually. So it's all quite new to everyone, even, you know, my friends back home. But I think that's a thing in the... You know, I guess whenever I was growing up, there weren't a lot of opportunities. As we know, Ireland is absolutely booming at the minute with things coming over to film. And I think a lot of us who are in this game are like, “Well, it's about time!” You know, we're a nation of storytellers, of people who enjoy telling stories, who appreciate culture. And we've got it in our blood. And now it seems like the rest of the world's kind of getting in on the secret. I just hope they don't do any secrets, and, er [unintelligible]* (he laughs). But I think we're doing well. And I think we're putting the place on the map.

MIRIAM: You were interested, therefore, in acting, as you say, Colin, from being a five-year-old boy. But what was your trajectory into actually getting into acting as a career, later on?

COLIN: So whenever I was growing up, I suppose there was always going to be a point where you could— where you would have to leave the country if you wanted to take things further. At least that's how I felt. I studied an acting course up in Belfast Institute when I was 16 till 18. And then I was going to take a year out before doing some auditions for all the drama schools over in London. I was going to do them— or in England. I was going to do them all. But I thought before taking that year out, I would audition for one drama school, to know what the experience was like. I auditioned for the Royal Scottish Academy in Glasgow, which is now called the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland. And… I got offered a place. So, I had all this money saved up from washing cars with my brother and working in the cinema and working in my film station. I had all this money, which I was going to put towards travelling, which ultimately went towards drama school. And I just went. And I think that was… you know, who knows the way things pan out. But I guess the timing of everything just seemed right. I went there, I did three years on that course, and it just so happened in our final year when we were down in London doing the “showcase”, which is where you do a performance for all the agents and casting directors and you hopefully get signed, they were casting for a play in London called Vernon God Little, which is an adaptation of a book with the same title. And the casting director saw me at the showcase, got me in to meet the director and I landed the lead role in this production in London. And that was my first job. I did then two other productions afterwards, in London, on stage at the Old Vic and then back again at the Young Vic before any filming came along.

MIRIAM: That was so great. And as you said a moment ago, Colin, you know, Irish actors, you're really enjoying the moment, huge recognition. But I was wondering, thinking of you, do you feel that in a sense you're from Armagh, you're almost flying a flag for Northern Ireland in particular? That you're part of telling a new narrative for the place?

COLIN: I think so. I'm really incredibly proud to be from Northern Ireland. A lot of my first jobs, in fact, you know, early on in the game, I was being asked actually to lose my accent, to do a different accent. A lot of times, all the jobs I did to begin with, I do interviews and people are so surprised I was Northern Irish, because I was either having to do an English accent, because that's what was required, and maybe people were a little uncomfortable with… I suppose the Northern Irish accent can bring up certain images in people's heads, you know, because of the legacy, because of… the images we saw on TV, married with the accent, somehow, I think maybe made people nervous. That's changed, thankfully, you know, “accentism” is just a thing as anything else, I think a lot of people are experiencing it, in any of the regional areas. But thankfully now, yeah, I mean, it's amazing, when you think of things like the film Belfast, which… to see, yes, something deal with that time period, but to be told in such a kind of hopeful, relatable way that has touched the hearts of people all over the world, to kind of have a universal positive message from a place of such a universally sort of negative message, which we, you know… is such a turnaround, and makes me feel really proud, you know, and the fact now that people want to hear the accent in programmes and that programmes are getting made at home. And we're not shying away from the fact that it is Ireland. There's many times things have been shot in Ireland as somewhere else. Now we're saying, no, this is Ireland. These are Irish people and this is their voice. This is how they talk. And this is who they are. And I think we should be proud of that.

MIRIAM: Yeah. God, that's so interesting. Now look, episode three of The Boy That Never Was, it's going out tonight, RTÉ1. Tell us a little bit about Harry and what happens to his family when this earthquake strikes, Colin.

COLIN: Harry is a man who… I think he's in the midst of tremendous grief. I think we can't imagine the absolute depths of what it is to not only lose a child in such a horrific way, but to never find the body, to never see and never know for sure. And to always have some niggling doubt in your mind. You know, grief's a funny thing. Your body often needs to see the presence of a body and see the absence of life to help with the process. But when you don't get that experience, I suppose there's just always some mental aspect to hanging on for hope. And I think that's something Harry has always existed in. And as a visual artist, he's kept his son alive through pictures and sketches and paintings… literally aging his son as he might have been each year on his birthday. He completes a portrait, which would be his son at five, as he was at six, you know, as he was at seven. And then suddenly there's an instance where Harry believes he's seen his actual son in real life as he would be. He's aged him in his head, and now he sees him before him. And I think there's absolute questions between what could be real, what could be conspiracy and what could just be a man go in the throes of trauma and grief, unprocessed grief.

MIRIAM: Yeah, it's really powerful. I think it's based on obviously that Karen Perry. When you first got the script, what did you think?

COLIN: I was absolutely drawn into, I suppose the… I suppose it's the strong emotions that it naturally provokes. I think seeing an Irish couple trying to make a life in such a new place and to have it so devastatingly taken away and to then have to return to life, a life that you thought you'd left behind— those are the things that I think were fascinating for me. Little did we know that two weeks before we were going to go out to Morocco, that one of the biggest earthquakes that hit the country had hit there and killed, I believe, over 6,000 people in the end. So, having prepared ourselves in the fictional world of The Boy That Never Was, suddenly the reality of what we had been creating for ourselves was all over the news. And then we were going to that country, miles away from where the disaster hit, to shoot just exactly the same scenario. I don't know, it was a lot, you know? It was… it suddenly felt— first of all, it was like, “Is it right to proceed?” And then I think, then it became vitally important that we did, certainly to the Moroccan crew that we were about to go and work with, many of whom had been affected by the earthquake. Many of whom had actually been on the rubble, you know, pulling bodies from the rubble – would, in fact, some of them, be on our set, on rubble, pulling extras from rubble, around us. I just don't know how some of them were doing this, but the Moroccan people have this incredible energy, this incredible spirit of… I don't know where they get it from, this kind of idea of doing good, and karma. And there being a good in any bad situation. They just had this feeling within them. So, to be surrounded by that, while we were doing such a traumatic story, coupled with the reality of the trauma, it was actually one of the most, sort of joyous shooting experiences I've had, if I can put it that way. It was just, I don't know. We had, oddly, a lot of laughter and comradery and bonding, and… positivity. Which, I think you might watch this and think, “Gosh, that must've been harrowing to film”. Yes, it was, but when the cameras called cut, there was even more of a need to not live in that. And I just felt that that was the— it was just an incredible shooting experience with an incredible team. Certainly one— I would put it right up there with maybe one of the most rewarding I've ever had.

MIRIAM: You're also, of course, as I said at the beginning, in Dead and Buried on Monday nights. Two doses of Colin Morgan in the one week, that's great as well! Tell us a little about Michael McAllister.

COLIN: Yeah, I mean, I saw the release dates of these things, and I was thinking, “Sheesh, people are going to be sick of the sight of me!” But no, Dead and Buried, again, a completely different show entirely, much more of a darkly twisted, almost comic tale, but rooted much more in the legacy of trauma that exists in Northern Ireland. But absolutely not tied to Northern Ireland. In this story we follow Cathy, whose brother was murdered when he was a teenager, in which Michael McAllister is implicated in, and imprisoned for, for whatever his involvement was. It's quite a thing to, for a character like Cathy, to believe that her brother's murderer’s put away and punished, and put that to rest – quite another thing when you see that man twenty odd years later in the supermarket, doing the shopping with his family and seeming to have a happy enough life, which she didn't know about. What that brings up – what, as the title suggests, isn't quite dead and buried? And things do come to the surface. What's their unfinished business? So, Cathy's a woman who has unfinished business and Michael McAllister, who I play, is a man who, I guess, is unfinished, in general – again, a character that presents me with many, many challenges and many psychological facets to try and shine a light on. And often when you shine lights on those, a whole other facet gets reflected somewhere else and you have to walk down there and find out what that's all about, and those are always the characters that I'm most interested in. The ones that you never really ever fully get the answer to.

MIRIAM: Yeah. They're both fascinating, the ones you're doing at the moment. That means people are getting far more aware of you. You're incredibly striking as well. Colin, how do you deal with increasing fan… I suppose, attention? Recognition?

COLIN: I suppose I've got better at it over the years. Because, I suppose I was used to doing theatre and, as I described, you know, my first productions were all just going to the theatre. I was used to just, you know, getting the tube in London, getting warmed up, doing my thing on stage, going home. That all changes a bit when you end up doing a bit of TV and then maybe you go back to— My first theatre job after that, you know, it was… I guess people come in to see you on stage, you know, for different reasons, ‘cause you were “that guy that’s on TV”. And they wanted to meet you and—this idea of, you know, I don't like, you know— this kind of “fame world”, which, you know, does come as a part and parcel with the job, but I suppose it's never the thing you're quite thinking about until it starts happening. And then, I just happened to be the type of person who's a bit low-key, a bit more to myself, and I didn't know how to deal with that. And I suppose that early days I might've just been a bit more… like that, you know, and trying to keep the head down. And now if someone comes up to me and says they recognise me, you know, I thank them, and it does actually make my day when somebody has been positive and they appreciate what you do, or they just say, “I love your work!”, and... Like, that’s really nice, isn’t it? You know, and.. I think I've got a bit better about this, you know, accepting that, and realising people are just wanting to support you. And, you know, nobody's really coming up and, you know, throwing eggs at you. But, you know… yet! (they both laugh).

MIRIAM: They never will.

COLIN: Yeah. But, you know, if or when that happens, then I'll come back to you and we can talk through it.

MIRIAM: Well, look, just final question – I suppose you're probably on to your next project already, are you, Colin? What are you planning next?

COLIN: Yeah, I've just shot something over the summer here that will be on one of the streamers next year. And because of all these NDAs and everything you have to sign, the fear of God is in me to actually mention anything about it. But that will be on screen next year. And yeah, various possibilities, which hopefully in the next little while will become clear to me as much as anyone else. Sorry to be so cryptic, but I don't even have the answers myself just yet, so.

MIRIAM: I totally get it. Well, look, Colin Morgan, Armagh's famous son. Thanks so much for chatting to me this morning. And the third episode of The Boy That Never Was is going out tonight, RTÉ1 TV. And anyone can catch up, of course, in the first two episodes on the RTÉ player. Delighted with all your success, Colin. Best of luck for the future.

COLIN: Thanks a million. I really appreciate all the support, and I hope you enjoy the episode tonight.

MIRIAM: Thanks so much, Colin. Take care.

Colin Morgan did a new interview with RTÉ Radio 1

i’ve extracted just his part on my youtube

[randomshyperson]

Love is Outside the Screen - Part III - Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary:  The one where Reader plays Vision in the MCU and she falls in love with her co-worker Elizabeth Olsen.

Warnings: (+18), smut, sexual themes, strap on use, teasing, fingering, sexual suggestions, explicit language, explicit, obscenity, a bit of praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, bottom reader mostly, switch dynamics, power dynamic changes, slight possessive sex, brief angst, alcohol mentions, arguing, jealously, fluffy.

Words: 7.935 K

A/N> Instead of writing my series, I'm continuing works that were finished already. This is basically porn honestly haha No, but jokes aside, we have fluffy moments with a lot of smut. Good reading everyone!

Part One | Part Two | All Works Masterlist || AO3

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Love is Outside the Screen - Part III

Northern Ireland, two years ago.

You slipped under the long wooden table as the script indicated.

Your character was supposed to give a slight nod, and then gasp because of the torso injury, and you followed the script perfectly.

When the director yells cut, you stand up, trying not to bump into the makeover they did on your clothes.

"That was great, guys!" Shouted Alex Graves in the direction of the cast scattered around the medieval set. "Let's call it a day."

You were exhausted.

The Game of Thrones footage was absolutely grueling, and time-consuming, although it allowed you to learn something new with almost every scene.

Walking back toward the dressing room to clean up your makeup, you smiled shyly at the girls in the salon who congratulated you on the day's performance while helping you to remove your costume.

While they were going through your hair, you decided to check your cell phone.

There were two missed calls from Lizzie, and you felt your heart swell with guilt immediately.

She had also sent you messages asking if everything was okay, or if you were busy, and saying that she missed you, and you wish you had answered them all, but your routine had been completely absurd.

You felt your chest ache with longing every time you thought of your girlfriend.

When you signed the contract, you knew the conditions, and so did Lizzie. But nothing prepared you for the real thing.

Almost three months without a decent conversation, not even video calls, and the lack of her in your life was making you frustrated and irritated all the time. You were sinking into the screenplay and the recordings, because you simply hated not having Lizzie in your day-to-day life.

"Thank you girls." You said as soon as you noticed the makeup completely removed from your abdomen.

The change in the script killed your character sooner than expected, and you should go home early, even though it was going to take two or three months, it was much less than originally planned.

Grumbling softly, you went back to the dressing room, deciding to call Lizzie now that you would have a little time alone.

She doesn't answer until the second-to-last ring.

"Yes?" Her husky voice signals that she was asleep, but all you can feel is your body shaking at the sound.

"It's me, baby." You reply tenderly as you sit back in the armchair, pressing the cell phone to your ear as if you wish you could reach into the device and touch your girl.

"Oh, hey." She comments sleepily, and you wonder if she has closed her eyes again, or even opened them. "It's late."

"I know, I'm sorry." You say leaning back in the armchair. "I wanted to check that everything was okay because I couldn't answer you earlier."

"Don't worry, darling." She says softly, almost sleepily. "I just missed you."

"Me too, my love." You assure her, feeling your chest tighten slightly. My god, you just want to see her, hold her, touch her. "Lizzie, darling, are you asleep?"

"Yes." She whispers, making you smile.

"I love you baby." You say. "Call me when you wake up, I will interrupt as many scenes as it takes to talk to you."

"Behave yourself in the studio, love." She mumbles sleepily, and you laugh lightly. It was the same warning she gave on your last day in California, on the way out of the airport. "I love you. And I miss you."

You cursed the entire movie company at once when you could perceive the upset in Lizzie's tone, even in her sleepy state. You repeated that you loved her one more time before hanging up the phone.

As you put your cell phone away to grab your keys and head back to the hotel, you wondered if a breach of contract was really so bad.

//-//

Present, California.

You felt Lizzie's arms wrap around you as soon as you made mention of getting out of bed. You smiled, turning your body to look at her.

Her sleeping figure with her eyes closed, her hair slightly tousled made your heart warm with affection.

You loved her so much.

Raising your hand to her face, you stroked her cheek gently with your thumb, and watched the woman sigh softly, and even in her sleepy state, lean into your touch.

"Lizzie." You called softly, trying to wake her up. And did so again until she mumbled softly, leaning her face against the pillow. You let your hand wander to her hair, enjoying the softness as you stroked her scalp with your fingers. "We need to wake up baby."

Lizzie just mumbled again against the pillow cotton, making you smile at the cuteness of that scene.

You moved closer only to deposit short kisses across her face, and only stopped when she let out a husky giggle.

"Good morning, love." You whispered against her ear, and were about to pull away, but she tightened her arms around your waist, keeping you almost on top of her, making you smile.

"Good morning." She sighed back against the skin of your neck, and you blushed slightly when you felt her inhale your perfume and then tighten her fingers around your waist. "Fuck, I love you."

You laughed softly at her sudden, hoarse confession, but let your arms slip around her shoulders, burying your body against Lizzie's. The tenderness was wonderful, and she moved one hand up to caress your back while the other remained on your hip, her thumb moving across the skin beneath your blouse.

You tilt your face away just to look at her, and already you find her with her eyes wide open, a shy smile on her lips.

"I love you too, babe, but we need to get up." You tell her, and you almost get the impression that she's not even listening, because all she does is look at your face with adoration.

You bite back a smile as you feel her legs move beneath you, her bare foot caressing your ankle before she spins you around quickly and stands over you, the sudden movement making you sigh and tighten your arms intertwined around her neck.

"Lizzie!" You exclaim humorously, but all you get is a low murmur as she sinks her body against yours and buries her face in your neck.

"How much time do we have?" She asks against your skin, her lips dangling on that sensitive part of your collarbone and sending a shiver up the length of your spine.

"Enough." You reply already affected by her touch, closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation.

Lizzie smiles against your neck, beginning to deposit chaste kisses against your skin, making you sigh softly.

It didn't matter how many times you had been together or for how long, your body reacted to her in the same way. You only hoped that you wouldn't be late for your appointment with the Marvel directors, but when Lizzie slipped her hand up into your pajamas, you didn't care about that anymore.

//-//-//

London, 1 year and 9 months ago.

It's your third time on "The Graham Norton Show."

You finished taping Game of Thrones the day before, and this was your last appointment before returning to California. To Lizzie.

Part of the cast is sitting next to you, and you are glad for that because you are distracted this evening and can use the time they answer questions to think about your girlfriend. And you miss her for sure.

Graham, the host, asked questions about the final season, and about day to day life on set, and after Kit Harington and Emilia Clarke commented on everything being amazing, and not telling anything about the plot since they weren't allowed to, you were slightly surprised that the subject shift went directly to the romance rumors between the cast.

"I hear that some of you have been becoming close friends outside the set." Graham begins with a chuckle, and you and the cast share a chorus of dissatisfaction that makes the audience laugh. "Which is normal in a long series of course. But we wanted to bring that in because we love gossip."

"Since I'm married, can I have a drink in the dressing room?" Kit jokes, drawing laughter from everyone.

"You're supposed to help us with the arguments". Graham replies humorously. He leans back in his chair slightly to point to the monitor behind him. "We have some behind-the-scenes photos here. And Miss Clarke looks very comfortable."

The audience laughed at the comment, and you tried to cover it up with an awkward laugh. It was a picture of Emilia Clarke, your colleague who plays Daenerys Targaryen, on your lap. But the moment was badly misinterpreted. The photo was taken right after one of the prom rehearsal scenes, and Emilia had gotten one of the coordinations wrong, and you laughed when she fell on you.

Of course, this kind of insinuation was happening because to the media, you two were two single women. And you were used to this kind of questioning, but still, it was always uncomfortable.

"We were dancing, Graham." Emilia argues humorously. "It's not what it looks like."

The audience lets out a chorus of disappointment, and you and Emilia giggle awkwardly.

"Was that the mating dance, ladies?" Graham teases and you want to dig a hole in the ground, but all you do is keep up with everyone's laughter. "Despite all the jokes, I think Marvel's couple is going to be threatened."

The comment makes your heart race, but the audience is very approving, applauding heartily.

At least with this you can talk about Elizabeth.

"Is tonight the night you are going to take over America's dream relationship or can we just keep saying that you and Emilia are together, since there is not the slightest chance that someone that attractive is single." Graham tells you with humor making the audience and cast laugh. You try to keep up, not wanting to seem rude. You wish you could tell him that there is nothing wrong with being single, but you don't think you want to create an awkwardness so you just settle back in your seat as you joke:

"Unfortunately I will deny it again, Graham" You reply. "And I'm not dating Emilia either, I assure you."

You spend the rest of the evening dodging the comments, and are exhausted by the time the interview is over.

"Hey, are you going back to the hotel already?" Kit asks you just as you walk back to the dressing rooms, and you deny it with your head.

"No chance, I'm leaving." You reply. "I'm going straight to the airport, I have a flight in two hours. What about you, Harington? Aren't you going home to see your wife?"

"I didn't know we were talking about wives." He jokes making you blush and look away. Kit didn't know about Lizzie, but he knew you had someone. "Of course I want to come home, but I still have some appointments here. And Rose is in Spain."

"That sucks, man." You comment and he murmurs in agreement, shrugging.

"Yeah, but longing sure makes the sex better." He retorts with amusement and you grimace before laughing.

"You're unbelievable." You joke before waving yourself off in farewell, turning in the direction of your dressing room.

As soon as you enter, you take your cell phone out of your pocket and try to call Lizzie, but it goes to voicemail. You leave a message saying that you can't wait to see her and get your things ready to leave.

After saying goodbye to the cast again, and taking a taxi to the airport, you receive a message, but it is not from Lizzie.

*Sara evil agent* sent you an attachment.

You frown at the matter. "Off-screen romance? Would GOT star Emilia Clarke be dating queer Marvel protégé?"

You call Sara the same minute.

"I literally said I wasn't dating her!" You complain as soon as she answers and hear Sara laugh on the other end.

"Oh, honey, I told you, the media loves a little gossip." She says. "And you need to stop setting up fake girlfriends so quickly, I can barely keep up."

You grumble in irritation and your agent lets out a giggle.

"Don't be so grumpy, it's just a rumor and the last time I checked you were a single woman so I don't see a problem." She says and you bite the inside of your cheek. Since your lack of excitement about GOT, Sara suspects something. Neither of you says anything, but you know she's not an idiot and figures you have a girlfriend. "Are you going back to LA already?"

"Yes, I'm catching my flight in an hour."

"I hope you're ready to record, Lady Vision." She jokes. "Your scene schedule is getting closer."

"I plan to rest this week." You warn, slightly distracted. "Game of Thrones really was something different."

"I just hope people like the ending."

You giggle and Sara wants to know why, but you don't give her any spoilers. After asking if everything was okay, and assuring her that you had eaten something before the interview, you hang up.

Lizzie didn't text you back and you fell asleep on the plane.

//-//-//-//-//

California, three years and eleven months ago.

Your heart was beating so fast that you could hear it in your ears.

But Lizzie's hand in yours was doing a good job of calming you down.

Maybe it was just because you had waited, or maybe it was because you were so much in love, but you don't remember feeling so nervous about the idea of having sex with someone. Not since your first time.

And well, now with Lizzie, it was actually only the first time you two were going to sleep together. You didn't have to be nervous, but you were.

Liz opened the bedroom door as soon as you two reached the room, and dragged you inside with her. You closed the wood as you entered.

The tension was palpable in the air, and you wondered if you stayed still long enough, she might hear your heartbeat.

You looked at her, your eyes locked on each other, and a shy smile on your lips as you approached, stopping inches from her body.

Lizzie holds her breath.

"Are you nervous?" You ask in a husky voice, raising your free hand to go around the length of her arm with your finger, admiring the way her skin shivers at your touch.

She just shakes her head and you smile, resting your hand on her cheek.

"It's just me." You comment as you lean your forehead against hers, and you both close your eyes in anticipation. "We can stop if you're not sure..."

"I'm sure." She interrupts half breathlessly, her hand tightening its grip before letting go of yours, so that she brings both hands to the sides of your neck. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." You assure before breaking the distance, bringing your mouths together in a firm kiss that draws a sigh from both of you as your hands move up to Lizzie's waist.

It doesn't take long for the kiss to deepen, your tongues fighting together and the sensation making your head spin and your body heat up.

Lizzie gasped against your mouth before parting for breath, and you used the opportunity to let your fingers run down to the hem of her shirt as you pulled it up. In motion the piece was off, and she copied the same to remove your blouse.

You bit your lip as you looked at the sight of Lizzie's exposed torso in front of you, her nipples hardening in the air making you feel the tightness beneath your stomach increase.

You lunged forward, grabbing her left breast with your mouth, and Lizzie let out a loud noise in her throat, throwing her head back as your tongue skirted her left nipple.

She was so hot and smelled so good, and the sounds she was making were driving you insane.

You moved your hands up to her breasts as soon as you brought your mouths together again, your tongue circling hers as you played with her hardened nipples, and it wasn't long before Lizzie began to whimper, closing her legs and thrusting her hips towards yours for more friction.

You smiled against her lips, you would give her exactly what she needed.

//-//

California, one year and nine months ago.

Leaving your keys on the counter, you were surprised by the silence as you entered.

It wasn't that you wanted Lizzie to stay late to wait for you, except that it was exactly what you wanted.

You left your bag on the living room floor and called her name twice before assuming she was asleep.

Sighing slightly, you went up the stairs to your room, but it was empty. All the other rooms were empty, which made you frown.

Okay, you didn't expect Elizabeth not to be home just the day you were returning, after months of not seeing each other.

But you didn't have much time to think about what might have happened, because a clearly drunk Lizzie stumbled into the house, fighting against the lock and her own balance just as you were coming down the stairs.

"You're drunk?" You ask in a voice in a mixed tone of disbelief and concern upon seeing her, and Lizzie is startled for a moment before giggling.

"Look who's here, California!" She announced to the room with irony and with open arms, stumbling inside. "Hollywood's most eligible bachelorette, watch out ladies and gentlemen."

You frowned at the little scene, Lizzie walked with difficulty to the kitchen as you finished going down the steps, she murmured quietly and you with your arms crossed, trying to understand exactly what was going on.

"What happened to you?" you ask as you follow her across the room, Lizzie takes off her shoes with difficulty, almost falling to the floor at least twice. When you make mention of helping her, she holds up her hand for you not to, and you are starting to get worried.

"I went to have fun." She replies with a humorless laugh. "I can have fun."

"Of course you can." You retorted with a raised eyebrow, watching Lizzie take a deep breath and close her eyes as she leaned her back on the countertop, probably getting a headache from the way she buried her face in both hands for a moment. "Who did you go with?"

"I don't know, Mom." She sneered wryly, and you clenched your jaw. Lizzie laughed at your expression, and pouted. "Oh, did I upset you? Sorry, darling, I'll try to be a good girl for you."

You shook your head slightly.

"Babe, what is happ..."

"Don't call me that." She cuts off quickly and you look at her in surprise. Lizzie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and when she looks at you again, she has thick tears in her eyes and you feel your heart soar. "I saw the pictures on television, Y/N. I saw the pictures, I saw your interview, I saw the videos on instagram. And I guess I understand, because she's beautiful and we haven't seen each other in months but I thought you loved me..."

"wow, what are you talking about?" You interrupt, confused and frightened, and Lizzie looks like a complete mess. She is crying and you reach up to touch her face, and try to calm her down. "Babe, breathe, I don't understand."

She whimpers softly, and you wonder how much booze she really has consumed.

"You are going out with that woman and I love you and everything is horrible." She declares in a whiny voice and you look at her with a frown.

"Lizzie, what..."

But she pushes you and walks off toward the bedroom, and you try to keep her from falling over drinking at least three times until she can get up the stairs properly.

"Lizzie, wait, talk to me." You beg but she keeps walking and you enter the bedroom a moment after her, watching her walk to the closet and start throwing all her clothes out while mumbling about cheating.

You take a deep breath with your hands on your waist, letting out a humorless laugh. It was an absurd scene to say the least.

"Elizabeth Olsen, stop this immediately!" You command as soon as she steps out of the closet, and she widens her eyes slightly as she shifts the weight of her feet before veering to the floor. You sigh as you walk toward her. "Babe, look at me."

"No."

"Lizzie."

Reluctantly, she does so. You soften your expression, feeling your heart soar at the image of her face, longing invading your whole heart.

"God, I missed you." You confess half breathlessly and Lizzie looks on the verge of tears. "Darling, where did all this come from? I'm not seeing any other girl."

"I saw the pictures..."

"Lizzie." You interrupt seriously, shaking your head slightly as your hands land on her shoulders. "I have no one but you. I would never cheat on you, I don't know where that came from. I wish you hadn't drunk so much so we could have a serious talk."

Lizzie gives a mischievous little smile, her gaze half lost because of the alcohol.

"I'm not drunk." She mumbles clearly intoxicated, making you chuckle slightly.

"Of course not." You said as you pushed the loose strands of her hair behind her ears. "You made a mess in the bedroom, babe. Why don't you try to sleep while I clean up?"

Lizzie sighed, clearly tired but shaking her head in denial

"I don't want to sleep." She said as she brought her body closer to you, her hands squeezing your shirt. "I want you to fuck me."

You bit back a smile, looking at Lizzie with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah?"

She murmured in agreement, her fingers trying to open the buttons of your shirt, but she was clearly in no condition to do so.

"I'd like that too, but you're drunk." You say as you move your hands to hold hers, smiling at the grumble of frustration she lets out. "Go lie down, I'll get some water."

"But..."

"Bed, Lizzie." You ordered again as you intertwined your hands to lead her to lie down.

She was reluctant a few times but eventually agreed and lay her down on the mattress, placing the comforter on top.

When you made mention of getting up, she held your hand.

"Don't go." She asked softly with her eyes almost closed. You smiled.

"Aren't you thirsty?"

Lizzie denied and pulled your hand, you moved closer to lie beside her and she wasted no time in entwining her body in yours.

You let your fingers run through her hair and she sighed lightly, not taking long to fall asleep. You waited a few more minutes before moving, getting out of bed as gently as possible so as not to wake her.

After collecting the clothes Lizzie had thrown across the room and putting them away in the closet, as well as putting the party clothes she was wearing in the wash, you went back downstairs, looking for your bag to take to your room.

Your cell phone vibrated as you walked up the stairs.

It was a message from Scarlet, and you laughed lightly as you read its content.

“I heard you're coming home today, right? Lizzie was really upset about the rumors that you were dating, and asked me to take her out for a drink. I dropped her off at home, but she was pretty shaky. I didn't know you two had a thing, can we talk about it over coffee tomorrow?”

You were relieved that Scarlett was the person accompanying Lizzie, but now she knew you two had something. You were tired of it honestly. The secret. All you wanted was for everyone to know how much you loved Lizzie. And judging from recent events, that was a problem for her too. Or at least it was enough for her to drink more than she should.

But you would have to wait until Lizzie woke up to have this conversation, so you went back to your room, and after putting away the clothes from your bag, you took a shower and put on your pajamas, wasting no time in joining Lizzie in bed again.

//-//-//

Caribbean, one year and six months ago.

Following the music, you continued to dance slowly, your hand around Lizzie's waist while the other was entwined in the air with hers.

The luxury hotel where you were staying that week was hosting a Hawaiian themed evening, and well, after spending the day in the pool area, you decided to dance a little.

In that moment, with Lizzie in your arms, you were at peace completely. Moments like these, like waking up with her in your bed, or cooking together, or rehearsing your lines while curled up on the couch under the blanket were more than enough to make you sure that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Lizzie.

You smiled before pulling your body away slightly, just to look at her. And she looked back at you with the same adoration, her cheeks flushing slightly.

You spun her into your arms then, making her laugh as you pulled her back, your hands resting on her neck as your hips swayed to the rhythm of the ukulele of the band playing on the stage.

There were a few other couples around, but you could hardly notice anyone but Lizzie.

You continued dancing, and you rested your forehead on hers, closing your eyes and breathing in her perfume. Lizzie smiled, stealing a quick kiss before resting her chin on your shoulder, following the rhythm of the dance.

When the show ends, you follow the crowd in the clapping for a moment before Lizzie entwines your hands and pulls you toward the bar.

"That was fun." She comments with cheeks flushed from the dance, her smile soft as you stand near each other, your hands intertwined as you reach for the menu.

"Dancing with you always is." You retorted charmingly, releasing her hand only to fit it against your waist, drawing a chuckle from Lizzie.

You ended up sharing some drinks and snacks, and you were starting to feel higher with each sip.

Lizzie was in the middle of a joke when you interrupted her.

"Marry me?"

She blinked in surprise, a confused chuckle escaping her lips.

"What?"

Maybe it was the drinking. Probably not, because with the emerald eyes looking so intently, you suddenly felt very sober. Your heart raced too, but you were never more sure of anything than you were now.

"Marry me." You repeat with a confident smile. Lizzie blushes with wide eyes.

"You... Are you serious?" She asks in surprise, and you let out a sigh, moving closer to take her hands and put them down on your racing heart.

"I love you." You tell her with nothing but sincerity. "I want to spend my life with you. I was planning something bigger, perhaps, at your parents' summer house. I would get down on one knee in front of your family and hand over the ring I've been carrying for three months." You confess and watch her look at you in shock. "I've been waiting for the right moment, Lizzie. But I've just realized that every second with you is the right moment. I want you to be my wife. Do you want me to be yours?"

It took a second for her to react, her expression changing from shock to pure happiness, the tears appearing in her eyes and the smile so big it made her eyes small.

"Yes, yes, of course." She replied between one shy laugh and another, moving forward to kiss you over and over again.

You couldn't stop smiling as you kissed her, and you giggled against each other's mouths, pulling apart to embrace each other.

It didn't take long for the people around the bar to notice and start clapping, but you didn't care.

All you were seeing was your future wife.

//-//-//-//

California, 1 year and 9 months ago.

You finished putting the coffee jug on the tray, the last missing item, before carrying it to your room, taking careful steps not to trip over anything on the way.

Lizzie was already awake, but still in bed. The glass of water in her hands and the missing pill on her bedside table indicated that she was already treating her hangover.

"Good morning, darling." You greeted as you entered, walking over to the bed to leave the platter on top of the sheet next to Lizzie.

"You're home." She commented in a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, you just made a noise with your mouth as she sighed, running her hand over her face, probably because of her headache. "When did you get home?"

"Last night." You respond by watching her. "Just before you."

"Sorry." She says moving closer. You gently pull away from her attempt to kiss her lips, and Lizzie frowns. "What?"

"I was worried." You state seriously. Lizzie lets out a sigh, leaning her back against the bed completely. "I thought you were going to pick me up at the airport, but you didn't call. And then I find the house empty. Until you arrived, completely drunk at dawn."

Lizzie crossed her arms, looking away. It was your turn to sigh.

"What's happening, Elizabeth?"

"It 's nothing."

"Elizabeth."

"Stop it." She asks impatiently, turning her face to you again. "Don't call me that."

You just frown in confusion. "It's your name."

"No." She exclaims annoyedly, closing her eyes for a moment. "You only call me Elizabeth when you're angry. And you can't be angry at me because I have the right to go out!"

You watch her stand up, as if running away from the conversation, and you sigh impatiently, massaging your temple with your finger. Lizzie begins to remove her dress, clearly intent on going to take a shower.

"I never said you had no right to go out, Elizabeth." You retort ignoring the annoyed grunt she lets out at you continuing to call her by her full name. "I just think I have the right to ask why after we agreed on something, you changed plans at the last minute and decided to disappear."

"It's funny that you want to demand something from me when you've spent the last few months without giving me any satisfaction of where or who you were with!" She accuses angrily and you grimace in indignation.

"Oh, so it's about my work?" You retort angrily. "The last time I checked we had decided that I was going to record and come home. You said you were fine with that!"

Lizzie gave a humorless laugh, her dress falling to her feet as she worked to remove her bra.

"Well, you know what, I wasn't!" She shouts angrily, throwing the bra angrily into the closet. You need to remember that you are angry with her as you have the vision of her breasts exposed in front of you while she is yelling at you. "I didn't agree to the endless get-togethers with all those sluts around you! And I sure didn't agree with your flushed face on television flirting with Emilia Clarke in front of the whole country!"

You stared at Lizzie in shock, but she just grunted in irritation before turning to go to the bathroom.

"No, I think it's so funny you bring that up, you know, Elizabeth." You spoke aloud as you stood up to follow her. "Because when I said Aubrey Plaza was flirting with you, you told me it was just business. But suddenly, Emilia is something that bothers you!"

"God, this is so different from Aubrey!" she retorts in irritation, finally naked, before stepping into the shower. You were beginning to find it hard to remember why you were fighting now that you had the view of her wet silhouette in the shower stall, as she raised her voice to be heard beyond the sound of the water. "We were supposed to be flirting in the interviews, it was all for the movie. You were just falling all over Emilia for no reason. All those smiles and giggles." She declares angrily, making you bite back a smile. Lizzie naked, angry and jealous was hot as hell.

"I really can't believe we are having this conversation." You complain as you unbutton your pajama shirt. "The most absurd part of it all is you thinking I would have anything with anyone else."

"You say these things but don't live up to them with your actions." She retorts, annoyed. "I wouldn't think anything of it if you didn't flirt with other people!"

"I didn't flirt with anyone!" You return defensively, your blouse finally coming off. Lizzie's annoyed expression almost falters, but she keeps her gaze above your breasts as you take off your pants. "And honestly, none of this would be happening if everyone knew we were dating!"

Lizzie frowns, her anger finally dissipating with your sentence. You step into the shower stall with her, and she looks at you dubiously.

"You...you want to go public?" She asks, studying you as the water falls on her back. You swallow dryly, keeping yourself in front of her.

"Only if you want to."

Lizzie holds out her hand for you to take, and when you do, she pulls you gently until your breasts are almost touching.

"Do you think we're ready for that?" She whispers as your foreheads lean against each other. You sigh as you rest your hands on her waist.

"With you, I'm ready for anything, Lizzie."

She sighs against your lips, her hands moving up to your neck.

"I can't think about that with you naked in front of me." She mumbles before moving forward against his lips.

Kissing shouldn't feel this good.

You slide your tongue over hers a moment later, and you both sigh in need, feeling the effects of so much time apart. Your hands move down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and forcing her against you, and the direct contact of exposed skin makes Lizzie whimper.

You press her against the glass of the shower stall, feeling the shower water against your back as you hold your mouths together in a passionate, hungry kiss.

When air was needed, you ran your kisses down your girlfriend's exposed collarbone, enjoying the way she sighed in anticipation, her hand moving up to the back of your neck to encourage you.

"God, I missed you." You sighed before sucking on the sensitive spot on her collarbone, making Lizzie whimper as she dug her nails into your shoulder.

She pulled your face back to hers, kissing you urgently, and you pressed your body against hers, your hands moving down to her thighs and up so that she entwined her legs around your waist.

The contact of your exposed intimates together made you both gasp in the kiss, but you slid your tongue against hers again, savoring her taste as your hands moved up to her breasts, squeezing and cupping them with a full palm, your fingers playing with her hardened nipples and making Lizzie sigh wetly.

"What is it baby?" you teased when she was unable to keep up the pace of the kiss, throwing her head back as she felt your hands pressing her breasts hard, and Lizzie grunted as she bit her lips to keep from moaning, looking up at you with dark eyes, clearly struggling to keep her expression impassive. You smiled, pressing your hips forward and watching her close her eyes tightly, unable to contain a low moan that escaped her throat. "I want to hear you, baby."

"I'm still mad at you." She declares in an affected voice, and you murmur in understanding, lowering your face to her collarbone, and licking and kissing the skin, making her shiver.

"Is this angry sex, then?" You sneer as you move your hips forward again, the sensation bringing a rising wave of pleasure to both of you. "It doesn't seem like it."

Lizzie sighs impatiently, and puts her legs on the floor, pushing you away by your shoulder.

You are so stunned by the sudden break in contact that you barely have time to absorb her turning off the shower before she pulls you by the hand out of the stall.

You were about to ask what she was going to do, but she pushed you onto the bed, and disappeared into the closet.

"Lizzie?" You called out uncertainty, preparing your apology speech for what exactly you couldn't say. But she walked out next, and the sight made your mouth go dry. "Damn."

Elizabeth was wearing a strap-on, the rubber penis already fitted in the front and ready for use. And from the determined expression on her face, she was more than willing to prove to you that she was pissed.

"Fuck me." You breathed aroused by the view, and Lizzie gave a wry chuckle as she approached the bed.

"Oh, I will." It was her only warning before she broke the distance, kissing you fervently, her tongue exploring your mouth and pulling the air from your lungs, making you see stars.

You let out a low moan, moving your hands up to her waist to pull her to you, but Lizzie pushed your hands away, breaking the kiss and moving one hand up to your neck, squeezing lightly as she made you look at her.

"Knees, ass up." She commanded in a husky voice, her gaze glittering with lust, you bit your lips to keep from moaning again, feeling your pussy pulsate with desire as you obeyed, turning on the bed quickly as Lizzie positioned herself behind you. "I'll teach you not to flirt with other girls."

"I was n-fuck." Your speech turned into an horsy whimper as she suddenly penetrated you with the dildo, you were so wet that she had no problem at all, the toy slipping into your folds with ease, filling you completely. Lizzie chuckled breathlessly, her hands steadying your hips.

"God, you're so hot." She murmured, moving slowly inside you, the action making you clench your fists in the sheets and arch your back, your pussy clenching against the dildo.

"Fuck, Lizzie."

She thrust again, this time hard, her hands squeezing your hips as she went deep inside, making you moan loudly.

Before establishing a rhythm, she leaned against you, her hand coming up to your hair and pulling you back as she brought her mouth to your ear.

"You are mine." She whispered before she thrust hard inside you, making you moan. "Do you understand?"

"Not quite yet, try harder." You teased breathlessly, the pleasure at having the dildo all the way inside you making you half dizzy. Lizzie grunted angrily, this time stroking even harder, making you see stars as you whimpered, your body beginning to tremble.

"Quit being a brat or I'm going to fucking stop." She warned against your ear, thrusting more slowly this time, and you moaned breathlessly, barely able to keep your eyes open.

Lizzie set a slow pace, but thrusting hard as you moaned and whimpered, every time the dildo entered you making you even wetter and aroused, to the point that you were unable to hold back the loud moans, and she giggled.

"Look at you, a horny, begging mess." She sneered against your ear. "You are mine, and only mine."

She whispered, her strokes deep inside you. "I want you to remember that when you flirt with other girls. How good I make you feel."

You whimpered, your pussy clenching against the dildo for more, Lizzie keeping the strokes torturously slow. Seeing your state, she laughed softly, pulling out of you completely.

Before you had time to complain, she turned you over on the bed, spreading your legs as she bent down, thrusting deep inside you. Your moan died against her lips as she kissed you hard, laying against you as she buried the dildo inside you.

You could feel Lizzie everywhere. Her breasts against you, her lips on yours, and it was too much. She thrust hard again, deep and fast as you had your legs around her waist, and her tongue on yours, and you began to tremble in spasms, pleasure spreading throughout your body.

Lizzie smiled against your lips as you lost the ability to respond to the kiss, moaning and whimpering at the closeness of your climax. Her mouth moved down to your neck as she kept up the pace of the thrusts inside you, and your hands tightened around her waist, pulling on her hips for more friction.

It wasn't long before you fell over the edge, the tightness under your belly exploding, the pleasure spreading to the tips of your feet as you moaned against Lizzie's ear, crumbling under her.

As you tried to normalize your breathing after such an intense orgasm, she straightened to look at you, her eyes had adoration in them.

"You did so good." She praised against your lips. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"I did." You replied in a husky voice, taking a deep breath to control the effects of climax.

In one swift motion, you spun you two around on the bed, sighing as you felt the toy move inside you.

"Now you will learn to honor your appointments, Miss Olsen." You warned as your hands moved down to the latches of the strap, removing it as Lizzie bit her lips, looking at you with a mischievous gaze.

You shifted to remove the strap and toss the toy on the floor, returning to sit on Lizzie's lap, your mouth returning to hers immediately.

When she began to move beneath you, you smiled against her lips, pulling away as you rested your forehead against hers and let your fingers play with her wet entrance.

"Use your mouth." She asked breathlessly, her nails digging into your arm.

"My baby wants my mouth?" You teased, moving forward to lick her lips and pulling away with a short laugh when she moaned as she chased your mouth unsuccessfully. You circled her clitoris with your fingers, and Lizzie gasped. "The next time you want to get drunk, at least text me, my love." You warned as you penetrated her with two fingers at once, feeling her hot and slippery, while Lizzie moaned loudly against your mouth. "Do you understand?"

You removed your fingers, playing with her entrance until she nodded frantically, pushing her hips toward your hand. But you laughed lightly, pulling your hand away completely, and leaving her with a confused expression.

"I thought you wanted my mouth." You scoff, already ducking, as Lizzie looks at you expectantly.

"God, you always fuck me so good." Lizzie comments as you kiss her thighs, moving down. You smile against her skin, finally reaching her pussy.

You stare at her before moving forward, your tongue against her clitoris as she sighs with need.

"Don't torture me." She begs breathlessly, her wrists locked on the bed, you smile, lingeringly licking her, and she closes her eyes tightly.

"I won't, my love." You assure her before returning your mouth to her pussy, kissing her entrance before you begin to suck and lick, devouring her with desire.

She moans loudly, letting out affected sighs with each movement of your tongue inside her, and you hold her thighs to keep her open for you as you eat her out.

It doesn't take long for Lizzie to reach her edge, already near the limit from fucking you, but it's still delicious to have her crumbling against your mouth like a weeping mess, her orgasm on your tongue as she screams your name.

You climb your body back up onto her, and kiss her tenderly, unlike anything so far.

Lizzie is trying to control her breathing from the climax, but sighs in satisfaction as she tastes herself on your tongue.

As silence falls over you, you sigh lightly, your hands caressing her face.

"Are we okay, Lizzie?" You ask as you settle down to lie across from each other. She leans into the touch of your hands, as her hands come up to your waist.

"I don't know." She confesses. "But I want us to be."

You smile, using your finger to take a strand of hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear.

"Do you think going public will make us better?"

"I don't want to love you in secret anymore." She says and you feel your heart soar. "Do you understand?"

You smile. "Yes, babe. I feel the same way."

She gives a relieved smile, her gaze passionate. You break the distance, and kiss her gently.

When you break the kiss a moment later, you look quickly at your bodies. "I think we should have this conversation with clothes on." You comment and Lizzie giggles.

"Later. Now I show how much I missed you in my bed." She says before bringing your lips together again.

You certainly wouldn't object to that.

//-//-//

Atlanta, three years ago.

You hesitated at the entrance to the restaurant.

Through the window you could see Lizzie, and all your cast mates, as it was the closing celebration of the WandaVision filming.

You swallowed hard, the object in your pocket suddenly becoming too heavy.

You startled slightly when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"I guess we're both late, huh?" Kathryn Hahn, your cast mate, remarked gently, putting her car keys away in her pocket clearly having arrived right with you.

You gave her a lopsided smile and she noticed your hesitation, assuming a worried expression.

"Everything okay?" She asked.

You shifted your gaze to the window again, watching Lizzie giggle shyly, her gaze shining slightly. She looked around too, searching, and you knew it was for you.

"Yeah, I just...I was just having a moment of doubt." You say still looking at Lizzie. Kathryn followed your gaze, and smiled, but didn't comment on it.

You sighed, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the object.

"Wow, are you going to...?" Kathryn asked in surprise but you gave a humorless laugh.

"No, I couldn't." You say swallowing dryly, and looking away from the velvet box. "I don't know if I'm ready."

"And when either of us are?" Kat returned, making you smile.

"How did you know you were going to say yes to your husband?" You asked next. Kathryn sighed thoughtfully.

"I didn't." She replied. "There's no way to know until you get asked. But what I did know was that I loved him. And that's what really matters."

You absorbed her words in silence, and then put the box back in your pocket.

"I think she loves me." You say. "That will be enough until I find the right moment."

Kat murmurs in understanding, and then pushes her shoulder against yours lightly.

"Just don't wait too long." She warns with a smile, nodding her head signaling for the two of you to enter the restaurant and join the rest of the team.

When you enter, any thoughts of Lizzie denying your marriage proposal are driven out by the image of her contented smile when she sees you arrive.

//-//-//-//

A/F/N> I'm not even gonna try to say this is the last time i'm continuing this work because at this point, I just know I don't believe my own words anymore haha. Tell me what you think people.

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