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Only Comfort
Pairing: Randall âPinkâ Floyd x FemReader
Warnings: fluff, insomnia, anxiety, mentions of drugs/alcohol, friends to lovers
Summary: Itâs not unknown to your friends that you struggle to sleep, insomnia being your biggest curse and the number one reason youâre the most fun to party with. Yet one night spent with Pink you discover he just might be the key to getting some rest.
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You couldnât believe it. It was your senior year, a Friday night, but suddenly all your friends were too tired to party. As much as you understood where they were coming from, how you all had been doing the same thing every weekend, a part of you still wished theyâd agree to go out. Mainly because it was the only time your nights werenât so lonely. Sleep never coming to you in the late hours and emptiness filling the void. Weekends with nights that never ended was where you thrived so the idea of a Friday night spent home alone was the worst form of torture to you. A nightmare to be exact.
Pink doesnât miss the panic on your face, how an anxious hand reaches to pick at the rips in your jeans. Youâre uneasy all because no one felt like hanging out tonight. He knew you struggled with sleep, pretty much everyone did, considering that even when they got tired you were still ready to go. He just didnât know it bothered you so much, made you this nervous to not be surrounded by a little life. So he jumps to attention before you spiral too hard.
âIâll hang out with you, we can let these guys get their beauty sleepâ Pink says, hand clasping over your shoulder and he can feel how you immediately relax at his recovery. You offer him a thankful smile and Pink decides itâs worth it to lose a little more sleep.
Thatâs how you find yourself in the passenger seat of Pinks El Camino after football practice. His hair was still damp from the locker room shower but he looked so soft in this light. The sun setting and caressing his golden skin. It was no surprise all the girls fell for a boy like Pink. Kind, handsome, charming, he checked all the boxes. Thing was, with everyone taking a break from partying, not a single soul was out tonight. Not even Wooderson had made an appearance and it almost made you double check if it was a full moon. The entire earth off its axis, something had to be explanatory for the quiet weekend.
âWe can just go to my place and watch a movie?â Pink offers as you pass the Emporium for a third time just to see there was still only two cars in the parking lot.
âYou sure?â you question, not wanting to feel like youâre overstepping but Pink just flashes a smile, chuckling lightly.
âYeah, why not. Apparently we donât have anything better to doâ he says and you canât help the wide smile that crosses your face as he pulls into the Top Notch for supplies.
You make it back to Pinks house in no time, juggling some milkshakes, fries, onion rings, and whatever other grease filled food you could get your hands on. It wasnât your first time at Pinks before, having done the long trek up to the attic space that had become his own. The room is in a slight disarray but you donât mind as you move to set the food on the small trunk used as a coffee table in front of his couch. There was something homey about it, how everything here had been passed down and worn in. Patches covering old holes in the couch and blankets tucked around cushions Slater had accidentally burned. His bed covered in a homemade quilt and mismatching pillows. It was Pink, in the simplest terms, and no other way to describe it.
âAny particular movie in mind?â he asks, clicking on the small television set, an old T-shirt hanging off the side. You smile around a bite of french fry as you slip off your shoes and begin to settle in.
âNot at all, something goodâ you tell him and he laughs before grabbing a VHS of American Graffiti and popping it into the TV. Itâs not long until the boy has joined your side, the couch dipping you into him with the added weight. You accept it and settle in as the tape begins to play.
In no time, majority of the food has disappeared, and youâve both been sucked into the movie. You lasted only ten minutes before wrapping a blanket around your form and maybe thirty before you rested your head against Pinks shoulder. He doesnât mind, actually quite content with the situation heâs found himself in. He doesnât question any of it but after the better part of an hour youâve rolled against him, arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him tight, which makes him freeze. Dropping his eye-line he spots your closed eyelids, the soft breaths falling softly out in an even pace. Youâre asleep and the idea makes him freeze because you never sleep. Not once in front of him at least, and heâs spent over 48 hours with you before.
The movie had been over for twenty minutes but Pink doesnât dare move a muscle, knowing how much you need this, even if you hadnât meant to curl against him. So slowly and carefully he begins to adjust you both on the couch. Turning to lay back against the cushions and lower you down with his chest. Once youâre tucked safely between him and the back of the couch, he pulls the blanket over you both, the wrapping his arms around your form and getting comfortable against your side. Allowing sleep to overcome him as well.
When you wake the next morning youâre more than confused, having not remembered falling asleep last night. It had been a long time since you felt so rested, so blissful, and so delirious. The room you open your eyes to is not your own, and the pillow beneath you is not a pillow but instead rises and falls with a breath. Eyes darting upward you find Randall âPinkâ Floyd evenly breathing and dreaming away, soft golden sunlight framing his face that peaks through the sides of his mismatch curtains. Itâs then you feel the firm grip he has around you and realize your own. You mustâve fallen asleep during the movie but what was more unsettling about the predicament you were in, was how easily you had.
Breaking your thoughts, Pink lets out a soft groan, shifting in his sleep and rolling into you. You freeze as he snuggles closer, knee nudging between your own and tangling you whole. Itâs then you realize you had only fallen asleep due to how comfortable you had been. Pink and this room had offered you something you hadnât felt in a long time. The idea nearly brings tears to your eyes because he made you feel safe. Safe enough to fall asleep here and feel protected. He allowed you to get some real rest that you desperately needed, wanted more than anything. As you look at the long lashes that graze his cheekbones and his soft pink lips, your heart swoons. Pink was worshipped by every girl but in this moment you swear you love him. So you hug him close before kissing his cheek, soft yet firm.
When he doesnât wake you kiss his other cheek before peppering him in kisses anywhere you can. Forehead, eye lids, chin, nose, and when your lips finally grace the corner of his own his eyes slowly flutter open. You watch as he processes the sight in front of him, you in his arms, and kissing his face. A dramatic turn around from the friendly and teasing relationship you had shared before this. âHiâ
âMorning Pinkâ you reply, hoping he doesnât move from his hold on you. If you could stay like this forever now you would, sleeping right here peacefully in his arms.
âIs everything okay?â he asks, a small crease forming between his brows as he realizes he has no idea why youâd be kissing him the way you were.
âYeah, I just wanted to say thank youâ you say, throat already tightening as you use your hand to push some hair away from his face. That way he was easier to see.
âThank you for what?â he questions, trying not to shiver from your touch. Mind reeling in how soft and warm you were against him. How beautiful you looked in the morning.
âI havenât slept through a whole night in a very long time. Itâs the one thing in life that makes me the most uneasy. So thank you for making me feel comfortable enough to finally sleepâ tears fill your eyes and Pink notices, one slipping out and over the bridge of your nose due to your shared horizontal position. Quickly he reaches to brush them away before hugging you close.
âOf course, yes of course. Anytimeâ he mutters into your hair and you smile through your tears, feeling so much adoration and love for the boy beside you.
âI can leave though, I understand that Iâve probably overstayed my welcomeâ you say, beginning to lift yourself from between him and the couch but his hold tightens on you. Dragging you down and close.
âYou have not overstayed, in fact you canât leave until you tell me what all that kissing was aboutâ he states and you blush cherry red, having realized that your joy for him had prompted some spontaneous action.
âI was just excited that I slept through a whole night. It was a thank youâ you answer, unable to look him in the eye and he snorts.
âReally, thatâs it?â and you groan, the blush darkening as you drop your head to his chest.
âFine, I may or may not have been a little charmed by you. Couldnât help myselfâ you offer and Pink chuckles, hand tucking under you to lift your chin. You allow him to pull your gaze back into his eye-line.
âI wouldnât be opposed to a few more thank youâsâ he whispers, lips close to your own and you gulp nervously. Feeling that magnetic pull and the thrumming of your heart that beat just for him in this moment.
When youâre sure youâll combust you finally press your lips against his own, hands tangling in the chocolate strands of his signature hair, holding him close. Pink kisses back just as eagerly, unknowingly nudging his knee up more between your legs. His kiss is everything you imagined and when his tongue grazed along the seam of your lips you allow him entrance. Whining softly at the taste of him and how his tongue meets your own. He kisses you hungrily, desperately, wanting nothing more than to keep kissing you. In this moment you wish to keep him, not just for the comfort of sleep but for everything in between and after. You never want to stop thanking him.
âHow was that for thank you?â you ask when you pull away for air and his grins, lips swollen and red from your own. Heâs even prettier than before and when he tucks your hair behind your ear you know heâs meant to be yours.
âI donât know, maybe we should try againâ and you snort in laughter, hitting his chest lightly, but he draws you near again. When his lips brush against your own you stop fighting him and allow him back into a kiss.
Perfectly content with kissing him all day and sleeping in his arms all night.
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1K Jukebox
I don't even know where to start, but I'm so beyond mind blown that 1k of you chose to follow me and these stories.Honestly, thank you to each and every single one of you, from the bottom of my heart.
REQUESTS CLOSED
And to celebrate weâre creating our very own jukebox of blurbs and one shots.
Requested Songs
1:59 - Normani ft. Gunna
Me & U - Zeke Bleu
Agora Hills - Doja Cat
No chill - PND
Nothing without you - The Weeknd
Die with a smile - Bruno Mars & Lady Gaga
Ride it - Jay Sean
Partition - Beyoncé
Broke me first - Tate McRae
Rocket - Beyoncé
Through the night - Maeta
That girl - Olly Murs
Blessed - Daniel Caesar
Let me go - Lou Val
Bryson Tiller - Blame
Sexual love - Maeta
As you leave - Cannan Cox
Steal my girl - 1D
Grovel - April Jai
London boy - Taylor Swift
Do me - Kim Petras
Need to know - Doja Cat
34+35 - Ariana Grande
Pretty Please - Dua Lipa
Seven - Jungkook
Bed chem - Sabrina Carpenter
Kiss me - Cassie
Diamonds - Rihanna
Press me - Chris Brown
Position - Ariana Grande
Always - Isak Danielson
Black Pearl - Exo
Haunted - Beyoncé
Neva Play - Megan Thee Stalion
Hands on you - Austin George
Back to december - Taylor Swift pt.1 pt.2
Next to you - Chris Brown & Justin Bieber
Nervous - John Legend
Sand - Dove Cameron
Red - Taylor Swift
AusĂȘncia - MarĂlia Mendonça
Let it happen - Gracie Adams
Won't say I'm in love - Hercules Movie
Dynasty - MIIA
There you are - Zayn
Fallin' all in you - Shawn Mendes
You're in love - Taylor Swift
It Girl - Jason Derulo
Hold on 'til we're old - Jamie Miller
If you want to follow, all one shots will be under the ella1k hashtag
Rules:
Only Lewis requests
Please give me a general direction of genre and where you'd like things to go
Iâll write it as sfw and nsfw (please state if you don't want it nsfw)
I'll be accepting requests from the 29th of September through the 6th of October (a week)
They can range from 400 words to full 2k one shots (depends on what my mind comes up with)
I wonât write for a song twice (theyâll be listed down below and will be updated as they get requested)
The fics won't necessarily be posted in that order but they'll all be written (I'll try my best to get them all done asap)
Note: your idea might be incorporated into one of my on-going series.
Note 2: I'm updating the requested songs list every other day, so if you sent a request and in two/three days it hasn't been added tumblr probably ate your ask (do send it again, please)
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a collection of one-shots based on select songs from the tortured poets department.
disclaimer: iâve only listed some of the songs because i felt as though i couldnât write a story that would relate well enough to the missing tracks.
how it works: send me any character (that i write for)
< HERE!!!! > and a song, and iâll write a fic that goes along with it!
My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys
Down Bad
So Long, London
But Daddy I Love Him
Fresh Out The Slammer
Florida!!!
Guilty as Sin
Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?
I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) | Jason Todd
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I Can Do It With a Broken Heart
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
The Alchemy
The Black Dog
imgonnagetyouback
The Manuscript
#jason todd x reader#charles xavier x reader#erik lehnsherr x reader#hank mccoy x reader#scott summers x reader#wolverine x reader#logan howlett x reader#bruce wayne x reader#tyler owens x reader#bucky barnes x reader#marvel x reader#so many x readers i swear#ok bye ily#drink some fucking water
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Just A Bit Of Spice.
Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader
Words 1479
Warnings Strong language and fluffiness!
Openly flirty Trav is my favourite kind of Trav...so this was fun to write! I hope you enjoy it Anon, whoever you are!! "Can you do a fic inspired by chicken shop date Travis x reader!!!"
Travis cleared his throat as he sat down in front of you. Your hands ran over the cool plastic covered table as your manager handed you a paper cup of water.
You swallowed hard, looking across to the handsome football player that you had always had a small crush on.
"Hey, thank you for coming." You said with a coy smile.
He flashed his perfect teeth at you with a wide grin, "No problem, I thought it would be kinda fun, actually."
You nodded your head as you took a sip from your cup, your mouth anxiously dry, "Hmm, that's what most people say. And it is fun."
Travis had eyes that seemed to bare into you. Your hands suddenly felt clammy and your knees were weakening. Carl, your manager, reached across and placed a small microphone on his collar and you almost felt jealous that he was so close to him. You were already sat down when Travis arrived, meaning you didn't get to greet him how you wanted to with a hug.
"So, when do we start?"
"Start what?" You lifted an eyebrow.
Carl lifted his head up from his iPad, taking your water from the table, "Hey, guys. Save it for the cameras."
You smirked at Travis who covered his mouth to laugh. The pair of you sat in a semi-uncomfortable silence, occasionally stealing looks with each other whilst the filming crew fiddled with wires and lights. You looked over your shoulder to see your assistant and best friend, Georgie grinning from her seat. You shot her a wink and as you turned back around to face Travis, Carl signalled that he was ready to begin.
You ran your hands through your hair and leaned forward slightly, "You ready?"
Travis nodded and rubbed his hands together, poking his tongue out between his teeth, "You know it, baby."
You waited a couple of seconds, waiting for Carl to give you a thumbs up, "Okay, so...hi."
Travis grinned and looked down towards the floor quickly, "Hey. This is nice." He looked around the small chicken shop with large windows and a classic black and white tiled floor, red pleather covered stools and booth lining the wall.
You twisted your mouth and lowered your eyebrows, "Are you joking? I'm sure you, Travis Kelce have been to better places than a chicken shop in a random street in London."
"Nah man, this place reminds of the shops me and my brother, Jason would eat at after school."
You looked across to the menu, "Okay, so first things first. How hot do you like it?"
Travis' eyebrows shot upwards, "Wow, okay. I didn't know we were going there straight away!"
You laughed and reached across, grabbing at his forearm. A tingling sensation filled your chest as you felt how large and toned his muscles were. "Oh, I'm a 'straight-in' kind of girl."
Travis winked and your knees softened further, "Just how I like it."
Your cheeks darkened, "Okay, I'm actually blushing. Stop it! I'm talking about hot sauce!"
"Oh, nothing too crazy, you know. I like a little bit of spice but if it impacts the flavour and the enjoyment of the food, then why do it?
You lowered your head slightly, "I saw you on Hot Ones, now that was impressive."
Travis laughed, "Ah man, that shit was hard! I was determined not to drink the milk or the water and I paid for it. I was in so much pain after that!"
You threw your head back, cackling loudly, "Awww, well I won't lie to you, it kinda fuelled my crush on you back then."
"Back then?" His eyes widened, "You don't still have a crush on me?"
You raised an eyebrow and shrugged your shoulders, "I don't know, we'll see."
You glanced over Travis' shoulder to see Carl nodding and holding his hand out with an 'OK' sign, silently telling you that he was happy with the episode so far.
You locked eyes with Travis, squeezing your things together under the table, "Okay, what are we eating?"
Travis glanced at the large menu on the wall to the right of you, "We could share a bucket?"
You smiled, "Sharing?"
"Well, this is a date, right?"
You nodded slowly, feeling the tension build up between you both, "Sounds good to me."
"So, is this your idea of a good date?"
You leaned back in your seat, "Wait, what? I'm the one asking the questions here. Don't you be trying to steal my job!"
Travis laughed and held his hands up and you could help but notice how large and strong they looked. Small veins were protruding out on his forearm and the muscles underneath flexed slightly.
You tucked some hair behind your ear, "No, to answer your question. I like relaxed dates, but something outdoors maybe. Like a picnic or a boat ride...or even a football game." You pointed to Travis with an open hand.
Two cans of soda were placed in front of you both and you reached forward to grab one, Travis taking the other.
He opened the can, "You'd go to a football game for a date?"
"Yeah sure! Does that surprise you?"
He took a quick sip, "No, not really. It is a pretty good date. You know, football games can be pretty exciting, the seats are quite close together...I'd say it's a good date location."
You placed your nail under the ring-pull and carefully opened the can, avoiding eye contact, "Is that where you'd take me?"
Travis leaned forward, "Nah, I'd do something more romantic. I'd take you ice-skating at Christmas."
You tried to hide the growing smile on your face, "I like the sound of that."
Travis grinned, slowly taking another sip of his drink, "You know, there'd be some hand holding, the lights are beautiful, maybe get some hot cocoa?"
You watched him as he spoke, your feet tapping nervously under the table, a juxtaposition of your calm and collected top half.
"Would you say you have a type?" You held the cold soda can in your hand, the temperature cooling your growing fever.
Travis smirked, "Not really. I think all women are beautiful in their own ways. And I don't meant this to sound cliché, but I am attracted to personality traits and someone's energy."
You snorted a laugh, "That is cliché!"
"But it's true! If someone is funny, that's big points there. If someone is confident or talented or ambitious, that shit's hot, man!"
You brought your hand to your mouth, your long nail positioning itself in-between your teeth. You bit down slightly and noticed Travis shift in focus to your mouth and back to your eyes. You lowered your head slightly, engaging your sultry gaze through your eyelashes.
Travis leaned back in his chair, his hands clasping behind his head and our eyes became hazy as you noticed his bulging biceps. As he stretched his back, his t-shirt lifted slightly, revealing a small line of hair disappearing down into his pants.
You could feel yourself getting hotter and after you ran your hands through your hair, you cleared your throat ready to ask another question, hoping to distract yourself, "What was Travis Kelce's dating life like in college?"
"College?" Travis rubbed his beard with both hands, "Man, I had some girls in my back pocket, for sure. I wouldn't say there was any serious relationships, I was too focused on football. But I had my fair share of flirting."
"Do you think you're good at flirting?"
Travis smirked, "You tell me."
"That wasn't my question." You brought your drink up to your lips, "Do you think you're good?"
He took a slow breath, "Yes."
You nodded lightly, "Interesting."
Travis laughed, "Wait, what does that mean?"
You swallowed the soda, "Nothing. It's just interesting, that's all."
Travis took a sip of his drink as your food arrived at the table. You instantly grabbed a piece of fried chicken, sliding one of the trays of fries closer to you. Travis followed, watching you intently.
After you took a bite of your chicken, you wiped your mouth with a napkin, "Do you have any dating moves? Anything from the Kelce dating playbook, so to speak?"
Travis swallowed his food, "I like giving a lot of eye contact."
"I've noticed."
He nodded, dipping his chicken in some barbeque sauce, "I think it's important, the non-verbal communication stuff. You can really tell if there's a connection with someone from their body language."
You shifted in your seat, "Do you think we have a connection?"
Travis breathed a laugh, "If I asked you if you were any good at ice-skating, would that answer your question?"
You felt butterflies in your stomach, a wide grin plastered over your face. You looked down at the table, trying to hide your expression.
"What are you doing around Christmas-time?"
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As I said before, I do like flirty Travis. And boy was he flirty. A girl can only dream, ey? Keep sending those requests in, I'm slowly making my way through the pile and I will continue to as long as people send them in! To be added to my Taglist, just let me know!
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A month ago I went to Amsterdam and visited all the filming locations for Ted Lassoâs âSunflowersâ, so I figured Iâll finally put something together here.
First of all, basically all the scenes involving the majority of the Richmond himbos were not shot on location - their epic discussion followed by pillow fight was filmed in an abandoned hotel in London. (Info per David Elsendoorn). The same would go for Ted & Beardâs room. Scenes on the bus or outside it were also filmed in Richmond.
The only Greyhound who doesnât have his own larger plotline in the episode who was actually in Amsterdam was David Elsendoorn, because they did film the first scenes at Johan Cruijff (you know how to pronounce it now!) ArenA, the home of Ajax Amsterdam (which is also the one place I didnât have time to visit). They could have easily filmed that in London in a different stadium but I guess they didnât want to pass up the opportunity - and give David something to do on his home turf.
Edit: I visited 3 months later, so hereâs some pics from the ArenA, I couldnât find out which hallway they used/dressed up for the press interviews, but hereâs some shots from the stadium and the VIP lounge we see at the beginning.
So, first up is Roy & Jamieâs adventure: Jamie takes him sightseeing against his will, and the first place they stop on is Magere Brug (Skinny Bridge). (They run up the street to that before.)
Edit thanks to @warriorhoneybee: Roy grabs Jamieâs wrist at Diamond Factory on Rokin and then tells him he canât ride a bike outside Lyppens Jeweler at Langebruugsteg.
They go around the corner to Oude Turfmarkt (which is what I took a picture of) for Jamie to teach him how. For Grandad!!!
The fucking windmill they see before they lovingly gaze into each otherâs eyes is De Riekermolen at the Southern end of Amstelpark, where they also cycle. (Itâs actually realistic for them to do that, it would be about half an hour between those locations by bike).
Rebecca doesnât see the obvious bike lane (that doesnât actually exist there) and falls into the gracht at Raamgracht. Boaty McBoatfaceâs houseboat is still there, they just had it dressed up a bit with plants and such when they filmed. (Unclear if anyone currently lives there). The interiors were shot in a studio.
Trent follows Colin to Prik night club (which was absolutely buzzing when I was there, I really want to go back).
And then they sit at the Homomonument, the Pink Triangle memorial at Westerkerk, having that tearjerker of a conversation, before returning to party. (It walked that distance at night, itâs a beautiful stroll and less than 10 minutes). When I visited someone had left sunflowers. đ»
Leslie & Will first go to Hotel Prins Hendrik in the Red Light district (and steps away from Amsterdam main station) where Chet Baker died. They then make their way to Jazz CafĂ© Alto, which is just down the road from where Boom Chicago used to be on Leidseplein. (Itâs about 30 mins on foot between those two locations so they could have walked or just taken the tram for a few stops. The interiors were done at a studio though).
Ted of course visits the studio-filmed fictional themed restaurant where he has a BBQ sauce induced, Corey Burton-narrated epiphany about triangles, but first he sees Vincentâs âSunflowersâ at Van Gogh Museum during Museumnacht (which btw would mean the episode is set first weekend of November). As you can tell they moved some things around, so at least currently the painting isnât hung on that beautiful blue wall anymore.
As a bonus, here is a picture of where Boom Chicago used to be when Jason Sudeikis, Brendan Hunt and Joe Kelly performed there - Brendan also used to live above the McDonaldâs on Leidseplein just steps away for a while. And the other picture is the current Boom Chicago on Rozengracht, definitely go enjoy a show there if you can.
Anyway thus concludeth my trip around Ted Lassoâs Amsterdam. I visited for the Boom Chicago Comedy Festival and fell in love with the city, it was ⊠magical / gezellig. I will never forget it, but then again, some people get Alzheimerâs.
#ted lasso#filming locations#amsterdam#boom chicago#jason sudeikis#brendan hunt#david elsendoorn#ted lasso cast#brett goldstein#phil dunster#hannah waddingham#matteo van der grijn#rebecca welton#roy kent#jamie tartt#leslie higgins#will kitman#charlie hiscock#jan maas
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Taylor & Travis Timeline
July 2024 - Part 1
July 3 - New Heights Ep. 97 airs, season 2 finale. Jason & Travis Kelce discuss Travis' debut on the Eras Tour stage (x) (x 48:30)
Kelce said it was initially his idea to join the show at Wembley Stadium, recalling that he told Swift it would be âfunnyâ if he ârolled out on one of the bikesâ that dancers typically ride on stage during the 1989 portion of the show.
Kelce said Swift laughed, but then asked him, âWould you seriously be up for doing something like that?â
âI was just like, âWhat? I would love to do that. Are you kidding me? Iâve seen the show enough â might as well put me to work here,ïżœïżœâ he recalled. âAnd sure enough, she found the perfect part of the show for me to come in.â
Kelce surprised the crowd in London last week when he appeared on stage in a tuxedo and top hat carrying Swift onstage in âThe Tortured Poets Departmentâ era of the show.
It happened on the third night of the London stops, after the brothers attended Swiftâs first two shows there.
âThere was no bike in case I ran into somebody else or hit one of the dancers or anything,â Kelce said. âIt was the safest option.â
Kelce said his silly dance on stage was inspired by one Jim Carey does in the movie âDumb and Dumber.â
âI always wanted to pull out this move, but I never knew like when I should pull it out where it made sense,â he said. âThatâs one of my favorite moves of all time!â
All said, Kelce called it an âhonorâ being on the stage with Swift and her dancers.
âIt was an absolute blast,â he shared. âIt was such a fun, playful part of the show and it was like the perfect time for me to go up there, just be a ham and have some fun, not only with [Swift]⊠but the crowd and really try and get everybody excited for the rest of the show. It was awesome.â
âI didnât disappoint Taylor, so thatâs all that really matters,â he added, saying his only rule was âdo not drop the baby.â
âThe golden rule was âDo not drop Taylor. Get her to the couch safe,ââ Kelce said.
His brother and co-host Jason Kelce laughed, adding: âNo fumbles.â
A little serendipitous don't you think...?
July 4 - The Eras Tour, Johan Cruijff Arena, Amsterdam, Netherlands N1
Guilty As Sin x Untouchable (guitar) The Archer x Question� (Piano)
âIâve been the Archer, Iâve been the prey, who could ever leave me darling? Who could stay? Itâs just a questionâŠ.â
And if you want to stay what do you ask the other person?
Taylor Nation repostingâŠ. They are so unserious!
July 5 - The Eras Tour, Johan Cruijff Arena, Amsterdam, Netherlands N2
Imgonnagetyouback x Dress (guitar) & You Are In Love x Cowboy Like Me (piano)
Our girl is in love!
Taylor mimics a Travis move during Midnight Rain
Taylor sang âKarma is the guy on the Chiefsâ with Travis in attendance.
Taylor Nation are riding the Tayvis train - are they hinting at a 2nd appearance on stage for Travis tomorrow for Amsterdam N3?
July 6 - The Eras Tour, Johan Cruijff Arena, Amsterdam, Netherlands N3
Travis, Patrick & Brittany Mahomes are in attendance (in suite) and sing their hearts out đ«¶
Sweeter Than Fiction x Holy Ground (guitar) & Maryâs Song (Oh My My My) x So High School x Everything Has Changed (piano)
"all I know since yesterday is everything has changed and in a blink of a crinkling eye, everything has changed and I'll be 87, you'll be 89, I'll still look at you like the stars that shine in my sky, oh my my my"
Note that the secret message in the lyric booklet for Mary's Song is Sometimes love is forever. This was a love letter to Travis. Travis got a little emotional during the 2nd mashup and was seen wiping away tears.
Taylor & Travis leave the stadium together (x x)
Taylor & Travis head out with Patrick & Brittany Mahomes & Summitt & Miranda Hogue in Amsterdam post performance.
Pics posted to IG July 15 (x x)
July 8 - It is one year today since Travis Kelce went to night 2 of the Eras Tour in Kansas City wanting to shoot his shot and give Taylor Swift a friendship bracelet with his number on it. News agency's jumping the gun on Taylor & Travis' anniversary releasing articles and timelines. Remember they had not met or had contact yet.
ET timeline (x)
CNN (x x)
July 9 - The Eras Tour, Station Letzigrund, Zurich, Switzerland N1
đž Noam Galai, 9 July 2024
Right Where You Left me x All You Had To Do Was Stay (guitar)
âHappy 9th July to those who celebrateâ says Taylor before belting out
Last Kiss x Sad Beautiful Tragic (piano)
July 10 - Travis finishes filming Grotesquerie, seen with Larry McGee and crew.
The Eras Tour, Station Letzigrund, Zurich, Switzerland N2
Closure x A Perfectly Good Heart (guitar) & Peter x Never Grow Up (piano)
July 11 - Travis films advertisement for Lowe's in Long Beach, California.
Travis participates in the American Century Championship charity golf tournament's karaoke competition in Lake Tahoe, Nevada. Travis sings belts out Whitesnake's 1982 hit "Here I Go Again." (x) Travis is awarded first place!!! He accepts his award (x)
âThis is the greatest thing thatâs happened this year. Taylor this is for you!â
Not sure how many drinks Travis has consumed but glad to know Taylor is on his mind!!! ; )
July 12 - Travis competing in the American Century Golf Championship with his brother Jason, Lake Tahoe, Nevada.
Travis Kelce is announced as the #1 Tight End in the NFL 2024. Taylor shows her support liking 3 IG posts below.
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Pi3 Day
Pie Day, Pie Day Again
Salim was pleasantly surprised when he got a call letting him know Jason was here in London. Truth be told, Salim didn't expect to see any of the Americans again. He thought of them often, though--Jason specifically. No, Jason only. Many of his waking thoughts were wondering what Jason was doing these days. The marine featured in a number of Salim's dreams, too.
And not all of them were nightmares.
So when he was informed that Lieutenant Jason Kolchek requested his presence at the London Airport, Salim didn't hesitate. He didn't see Jason at first, but then a figure waved at him and called his name. The clothing was unfamiliar, but Salim knew that voice.
"Jason!" he greeted happily. He felt bad for not recognizing his friend immediately, but in his defense, he'd never seen Jason out of combat gear and without that hat on. Jason's dark hair was a little longer than a military buzz-cut; Salim wondered if it always looked that way, or if Jason had grown it out. Either way, it looked good on him. The black shirt he wore was an interesting choice, bearing the graphic of a white snake.
"Holy shit," Jason grinned. "It's so good seein' you." He held out a hand. It was so reminiscent of their last moment that Salim shook it reflexively. Jason tugged, bringing him in for a shoulder-pat hug. Jason let go again before Salim could get his bearings.
"It's good seeing you, my friend," Salim returned. They started to walk out of the airport, falling into step side-by-side easily.
"Thank God Nicky remembered your last name," Jason huffed. "You never fuckin' told me, so I had to ask him just so I could find you in the fuckin' phone book. He thought it was a long shot you'd be here, but I knew you'd wanna stay near your boy."
Salim let him talk, partly because he missed the sound of Jason's voice, and partly because he didn't know what to say. Jason went through so much to find Salim; it never occurred to Salim to go looking for Jason. Then again, this wasn't the first time Jason went above and beyond to find Salim. Salim smiled remembering that moment down in the vault.
"I hear you thinkin'," Jason prodded him.
"Just remembering our fight in the vault."
"You mean when you near took my fuckin' head off with that 'sword' of yours?"
"That 'sword' saved your life, jarhead," Salim retorted. Jason's expression softened a little and he caught Salim's eye.
"Yeah, I know." Salim got the sense Jason wasn't referring to the weapon, and felt his cheeks get hot.
"The 'shield' saved mine," he added. Jason ducked his head at that, but Salim saw a hint of color on those pale cheeks. "Are you hungry?" Salim wondered. "I know plane food isn't very satisfying."
"I'm good," Jason waved him off.
"Nonsense, you traveled all this way. You should at least let me treat you to a meal."
"All right, I guess," Jason conceded with a smile.
There was a pub not too far away. Salim led them inside, where a waiter brought them to a table. Jason frowned at the menu.
"Meat and alcohol in the pie, huh? I could grow to like this country." Salim chuckled at that. "You eat this shit, Salim?"
"Not that shit exactly," Salim said, "but they do make good pies. I think I'll order one with you. Americans normally eat pie as a dessert, don't they?"
"Usually," Jason agreed. "Except chicken pot pie. You ever try it?" Salim shook his head. "I'll make it for ya sometime," Jason promised.
"Really?" Salim was not expecting Jason to even know how to cook, let alone offer to make something. After Jason teasing him about cable TV, he should have known better than to assume things about his friend.
"Sure." Jason's smile grew. "I'd like to learn to make the pies here, too. Mama always said that nothin' beats a home-cooked pie."
Salim must have misunderstood what Jason meant. Surely Jason wasn't suggesting he would go home with Salim. Even if it was just to cook pie, that idea had Salim's heart racing. Wishful thinking, Salim decided with a shake of his head.
"I think we should enjoy these pub-cooked pies first."
Just then the waiter arrived with their food. The two settled into other topics of conversation as they ate. Still, Salim couldn't help thinking about home-cooked pies. Last time he saw Jason, he walked away from the marine to go home.
This time, he might just ask Jason to go with him.
#jason/salim#jalim#jason x salim#jason kolchek x salim othman#salim othman#jason kolchek#house of ashes
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okay reasons you should watch Trying (apple tv) (2020-present?)
it's a story about adoption that is extremely cute but maintains some nuance
Nickie and Jason are THE BEST m/f couple on tv (sorry peraltiago)
full of scenic shots of london that will make you want to run to camden and get some street food (I recomend the plantain chips)
full of families and friends who are weird and difficult but so loving
there's a scene where Jason pretends to be a zoo employee because one of the kids wants to see the penguins being fed
a side character starts a group called Arseholes Anonymous but everyone quits because they're arseholes
one of the kids' comfort item is a lamp and everyone takes it completely seriously
please watch this show itâs so fucking funny
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Ice Cold Part 4
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Warnings: the story is getting dark đ«Ł Thereâs a pretty gory murder, threat and Lyla is in serious trouble, Van is sexy even though heâs murderous⊠idk why villains are so hot I donât make the rules đ
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"Well I think you should tell Paul about Jason harassing you. He's been doing it since day one. He gives me the fucking creeps."
Jen visibly shuddered to prove her point, and we both looked across the crowded airport to see Jason making his way over, dragging his suitcase behind him. He came to a stop in front of us both, smiling, but I detected a slight smirk when his eyes raked over me.
"Ladies..." he addressed us both. "This visit will definitely be a little different to the last time I visited the Dam."
He mimed smoking a spliff and I rolled my eyes. "Don't even think about it. We've all got to keep clear heads. There's lives at stake here."
Jason opened his mouth to speak but at that point we were beckoned to the desk to check in.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I got my boarding pass and I was seated next to Jen. The thought of Jason leering over me for the duration of the flight was unbearable. I'd questioned Paul's decision to include him on the assignment but I'd been overruled.
Jen was probably right. Jason had acted inappropriately towards me since he'd taken the job two years ago and he was steadily getting worse. He was your typical entitled, misogynistic piece of shit who thought that a women's place was in the kitchen or the bedroom. I'd thought at first he'd taken a dislike to me because he hated to see a woman doing well in what he termed a 'man's job', but it had soon become apparent that his disdain ran deeper than that. He'd definitely singled me out. That much had become obvious when he'd pressed me up against the wall at the works Christmas party and snaked his hand up my skirt, telling me that I needed a 'good fucking by a real man' to bring me down a peg or two. What he hadn't counted on was my fiery temperament, and a swift knee to his groin had left him limping away with more than just a bruised ego. But rather than this putting him off it only made things worse.
In this day and age women shouldn't stand for harassment at work, and I should have really reported him, but there was something about the thought of doing it that made me feel weak. I never asked for help. I liked to sort out my own shit, fight my own battles. Jason just wasn't a priority at the moment.
"Is that the case file?" I said, reaching over for the folder I saw poking out of Jen's hand luggage.
She nodded. "Just be careful looking at that on here. Some of those crime scene photos are fucking horrendous. I almost lost my lunch looking at them yesterday."
Jen was right. The police had been called to an apartment in London the day before as neighbours were complaining about a smell. They'd uncovered a body so badly disfigured that they couldn't even tell the identity by dental records. The teeth had been removed, along with various other body parts.
"Fuck..." I breathed, my chest feeling tight.
"He'd been dead for over a week but they reckon he was probably kept alive for two days whilst he was being interrogated and tortured. Poor bastard..."
"Yeah, well... it couldn't have happened to a nicer bloke," I said, shrugging, trying not to show my horror.
"Lyla! No one deserves this. Not even this nasty pig. I know he was running with that rival gang involved with trafficking but... damn... can you imagine..."
But Jen's voice had faded out. I'd flicked through the remaining photos and come to a stop on one of Van. It was an old shot, a police mug-shot for some minor misdemeanour before killing had become his career. He looked younger, fresh-faced, a shadow of innocence still about him which had surely been eroded over the years.
"Bloody hell!" Jen exclaimed, leaning over for a closer look. "You wouldn't think he was the same person."
"I wonder what happened to him..." I murmured, pulling out a more recent photo.
There was no softness here, he was all sharp edges with a brooding darkness that set my pulse racing. His eyes blue fathomless pools. It was like looking into a void. Ice cold.
Jen reached over, plucking the photo out of my hands to peer at it closely.
"Jesus... those eyes... it's like looking at the devil himself..."
Our hotel was situated slap-bang in the middle of the city. It was late by the time we all piled out of the taxi with our luggage and we wound our way through the streets that were heaving with tourists and late-night revellers.
A large group of young girls stumbled past us all, scantily clad and obviously celebrating their friend's upcoming nuptials. One dressed in a figure-hugging tiny white dress and a huge veil decorated with L plates tottered drunkenly into Jason's path.
"I'm so sorry," she slurred, righting herself by grasping on to the lapels of his shirt.
I noticed Jason's hands shoot out to steady her, but then remain on her hips as she swayed unsteadily in front of him. "Woah, steady on love!"
"Ooh you're a handsome one!" She giggled, fluttering her eyelashes at him, ignoring her friends who were calling to her.
There was an awkward moment where the girl eventually tried to peel herself away from Jason's grasp and he held on tight, then I noted his hand slide down to grope her bum as she finally stumbled away, still giggling.
"For fucks sake Jason!" Jen cried, and he just looked at her as if to say 'what's your problem?'
"She was well up for it!" He protested, then as I pushed past him he leant forward to whisper in my ear.
"You can always tell the ones that are... even if they won't admit it..."
I shot him a poisonous glare.
The orders we'd been given were to check in at the hotel and await further instructions. A senior government official with a penchant for certain illegal sexual fetishes was scheduled to visit the Dutch capital. What he didn't realise was that whilst he was pursuing a hedonistic weekend fulfilling his darkest desires, he was being stalked by a deadly assailant.
To be honest, reading the files I sometimes fancied whether Van was almost doing some kind of service, ridding the world of yet another corrupt person in power. It seemed to me that the further you rose up through the ranks of society the less morals seem to matter. It was like some of these people thought they were untouchable. I'd even go so far as to say that some of them deserved everything that they got...
But of course there were the innocents too. That was the problem. Every gangster or corrupt politician who lost their life left behind families. Grieving wives and husbands... and children too. I knew that pain all too well.
I set my suitcase down on the bed, shrugging out of my comfy travelling clothes and slipping into a little strappy black dress. I wasn't expecting to hear anything until tomorrow midday at the earliest so me and Jen had arranged to have a few drinks at the hotel bar. I just hoped Jason had made his own plans.
I'd just finished applying some mascara and adding a slick of lipstick when my phone erupted on the bed. I grabbed it, my heart immediately pounding when I saw Paul's name displayed.
"Lyla! There's been another hit!" His voice came urgently down the line and I heard a loud noise like he was striking something in frustration. "That fucker's slipped past us again! It's literally just happened!"
"Just now? Where? Give me the details Paul. Maybe we can track him down."
My heart continued to race as Paul reeled off the details and I grabbed a pen, scrawling down the address on a scrap of paper. "We'll be right there... this is literally only streets away I'm sure of it."
"Lyla... wait!"
I'd just been about to end the call when Paul's desperate tone rang out. I pressed the phone to my ear again, impatient to get going but knowing I had to hear my boss out.
"I don't like this. There's something off about it. Usually McCann will slip in and out like a shadow. This has happened in the middle of a busy fucking nightclub. Either he's getting sloppy or it's something else. Its almost like he wants us to take notice... like he's taunting us..."
I tried to ignore the uneasiness that came with this comment. Tried to turn it into something else that I could use. A steely kind of determination that I wouldn't crumble if I came face to face with Van again. I couldn't afford to. Not after his warning.
"Be careful... please," came Paul's plea before I ended the call, slipping on my gun holster and jacket and rushing to alert Jason and Jen.
The Red Club was situated right in the heart of the Red Light District, flanked on either side by the sort of establishments that promised various sordid pleasures in exchange for cold, hard cash. Amsterdam was like that. Unapologetically mixing the sleazy side of the city with every day normality. The brothels and sex shops as much tourist attractions as anything else.
There was a heavy police presence outside the club and a huge crowd was gathered there. I could see police officers urging bystanders to disperse, and as we got closer I could hear shouts and screams. A young girl was on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. The three of us pushed our way through, Jason flashing his ID at the police officers.
"This way... I'll show you where it happened..." A stern looking police officer pointed towards the venue entrance.
I glanced down as I walked forward, taking in the hunched figure of the crying girl on the floor. She looked up at me as I passed, her face contorted in anguish, blood spattered across the pale dress that she barely wore. She looked no more than 14 and that was being generous. What the hell had she been doing in a nightclub? My gut clenched with anxiety at the sight of the blood.
We were led through a dark entry way into a large room. Deafening dance music was still blaring out through the speakers and the room was dark apart from the coloured strobe lights which flashed incessantly, blinding me.
"Can we get some light in here please?" I shouted over the noise as I walked over to the far side of the room where a small group of people stood over a figure lying on the floor.
"And someone turn off that fucking music!" Jason bellowed.
A stricken looking man in a suit immediately broke away from the group and rushed over to what looked like a DJ booth, ducking inside. The music abruptly cut off and the room was suddenly flooded with harsh fluorescent light.
I stepped forward and the figures gathered parted to let me through, and I looked down, instantly freezing. There was blood... so much blood. The male figure was lying on his back, spreadeagled with his arms outstretched, his dead eyes open and staring sightlessly up at the ceiling. The gash in his neck was so deep his head lolled back at an impossible angle, practically decapitated. The wall nearby was decorated with a thick spatter of arterial blood like some macabre abstract work of art.
"Ahhh fuck..." I heard Jason utter and I glanced down to see him shaking his foot, the tip of his shoe covered in blood.
"Would you mind not contaminating the crime scene," I hissed at him and he gave me a dirty look.
Jen was asking to speak to witnesses and the scared looking man from earlier stepped forward. She led him away from the body and I followed whilst Jason set up a perimeter around the scene.
"I saw it all!" The man announced. "It was a man, he was tall and slim, longish hair. I'd just served him at the bar and he'd ordered a whiskey. He struck me as odd as he just looked... I don't know... out of place. I mean, everyone comes here to have a good time, but not him. He just had this dead-eyed kind of stare about him. Chilled me to the bone it did."
He paused and I felt an involuntary shiver run through me. "Go on... what happened?" I urged.
"It was fucking horrible..." The man started shaking his head, then he screwed his eyes shut, burying his head in his hands.
"Take your time," I heard Jen speak from beside me.
"NO!" My voice came out loud and harsh and the man looked up at me, taken aback. "He's out there... the man that did this. Do you want him to get away? You need to start talking... now!"
"Lyla..." I heard Jen mumble but I ignored her, stepping in front of her.
The man carried on with a shaky voice. "He was standing there, at the edge of the dance floor, just staring across. I went to serve someone and when I looked back he'd moved. So I looked for him. He was behind that guy..." He pointed at the victim.
"He grabbed his hair, like this..." he showed us by grabbing a scruff of his own hair by the crown, lifting it clear of his head. "At first I thought there was a fight so I called to Levi, the security guy, but when I looked back he had this huge knife..."
A look of horror twisted his face and he paused before he carried on, miming a slicing motion across his throat with his finger. "He cut him... and the blood... it sprayed everywhere. And he didn't just slit it... he was fucking sawing at it. You've seen his neck! His head's practically off! And he was fucking smiling for gods sake! Like he was enjoying it! Who is he? This man? Will he be back? He saw me watching! He looked right at me! What if he comes back?"
The poor guy was working himself into a frenzy now. Jen stepped forward trying to calm him, an arm around his shoulder.
"Where did he go?" I said firmly, gripping the man's shoulders and pushing Jen out of the way in the process.
He was past talking now, so traumatised by reliving the incident that he could only babble incoherently. He raised a hand and pointed towards a door over the far side of the room. I didn't think, I just took off, ignoring Jen who called after me.
I crossed the room in a flash and lunged at the handle, slipping through without looking back. I was in a dimly lit service corridor with numerous doors leading off from it. There was what looked like a fire exit at the far end so I made my way quickly towards it, reaching up to feel my gun in the holster under my jacket for reassurance.
All of a sudden without warning the lights went out, plunging the corridor into darkness. I froze, listening for a sound but hearing none. I should go back. I started to retrace my steps but a sound made me stop in my tracks, freezing again. It was a door opening and shutting nearby and then quiet, scuffling footsteps getting progressively louder. Another door opened and shut. I span around, trying to discern the source of the sounds.
Adrenaline started to pump through my veins, preparing me for fight or flight, but how could I fight? I couldn't even see a hand in front of my face.
Run Lyla! Get the fuck out of there! My mind blared, but now I was disoriented and wasn't sure which way to go. There was silence again apart from my ragged breathing. I sounded scared. I was scared.
Stay calm!
I reached out, blindly groping to feel the wall to get my bearings. There it was. Now which way was back? I shuffled, trying not to make a sound but my shin connected with something hard and I yelped in pain.
Fuck! Pull it together Lyla! Just a few more steps and you'll reach the door.
But I never did. I shuffled forward, feeling resistance and reaching out a hand to feel solid warmth. There was a figure blocking my path.
The scream never made it past my lips. It was cut off as a large hand clamped over my mouth, stifling all sound but a desperate, muffled moan. My hands shot up to try and prise the hand away but it was no use. I could feel the heat of a body behind me, shunting me forwards until I felt the wall hit my front, pressing me against it. Then there was another sensation that made me stop struggling in an instant. Cold, sharp steel against my neck, pressing into the delicate skin. My head was immediately flooded with images of the dead man, the wound on his neck gaping like an obscene, bloody jaw. I tensed, uttering a desperate plea in my head, waiting for the blade to bite.
"One sound out of you and I'll fucking slice you from ear to ear. You understand?"
It was Van. Of course it was Van. But why? He should have fled the scene. He could have been miles away by now. But he was here... now... and for what?
He spoke again, his voice full of menace, answering my thoughts. "I've been waiting for you Lyla..."
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Mischa Barton: âThe trauma doesnât just go away overnightâ
The OC made her one of the most famous stars of the Noughties. Now 37, and with a new role in Neighbours, sheâs back â and this time itâs on her own terms.
There was a time, not so long ago â the Noughties â when we hunted young women until they went mad. A pack of men with cameras followed them, stalked them, waited outside their homes to take their photograph, so that people could devour their lives and their changing teenage bodies, and watch their rising panic as they cracked under the pressure we were putting them under.
âIt was all very Hunger Games,â says Mischa Barton, 37, sitting in a hotel room in central London, hair blow-dried, coffee poured, legs crossed. The British-American actress was 17 when she was cast in the teenage TV drama The OC, catapulting her to worldwide fame and making her Karl Lagerfeldâs âface of a generationâ â an It girl in an era of size-zero bodies, up-skirt shots and gossip blogs.
Barton was â reluctantly â a paparazzi favourite. She was beautiful, cool and sceney, with a trail of rock star boyfriends and wild child friends. She suffered as a consequence of rather than in spite of the fame. She was arrested for drink driving, spent time in rehab and was detained in a psychiatric hospital. In 2017 a video of her, incoherent, rambling and distressed, was sold to the gossip site TMZ, peddled as proof of her going off the rails. Her drink had actually been spiked with a date rape drug. That same year an ex-boyfriend tried to sell a video â filmed without her knowledge â of her having sex and being naked in her own home.
âYou can go to therapy every day for the rest of your life,â she says, âbut thereâs just a certain amount of trauma [from] all that I went through, particularly in my early twenties, that just doesnât go away overnight.â
Today her life is a little quieter â the paparazzi donât yet know where her new home is in Los Angeles (though the sound of cameras can trigger a panic attack, part of her enduring post-traumatic stress disorder). The OC is coming up to its 20th anniversary, with a new generation of Gen Z fans going wild for the Y2K vibe. She has had a stint on Dancing with the Stars and the reality TV show The Hills: New Beginnings, as well as parts in horror films, indie films and now the resurrected teatime soap Neighbours.
Barton was, and still is, a valuable commodity. âThey first wanted me to do an arc on Neighbours when I was in my twenties,â she says, dressed smartly in a blazer, A-line dress and preppy jacquard pumps. Iâve just finished watching the new season, I tell her. âOh wow,â she says in her mid-Atlantic drawl, âhave you actually been watching it?â Sure, I continue, it was nostalgic. âOh wow,â she says again, flatly. âYeah. I havenât seen any of it.â Barton still has the cool-girl energy that drew so many people in: arch, a little judgmental, but fun. She is the popular girl at the party.
The âfinalâ episode of Neighbours was broadcast on Channel 5 last July, after 37 years and 8,903 episodes featuring alumni including Kylie Minogue, Jason Donovan and Margot Robbie. A group of heartbroken fans campaigned for its return and four months later Amazon Prime signed a deal with the production company. The reboot features old favourites Susan, Carl and Harold, as well Bartonâs new character, Reece Sinclair, the expensively dressed American hotel proprietor who is having an affair with the bellboy.
Barton spent two months filming in Melbourne, cramming lines for 5am call times. âThey work crazy hard [on soaps],â she says. âReally, it was gruelling. Youâre lucky to get a second take.â She did, however, rewrite some of her script. âThey donât let everybody change their linesâ â she lowers her voice â âtrust me. The other kids were like, oh, can I do that? And [the writers] were like, no.â She cackles. âSay your lines as scripted!â
The actress will always be known for The OC, in which she played Marissa Cooper, a rich, blonde Californian who was troubled and glamorous â and who every teenage girl was desperate to be. The first series, which aired in 2003, pulled in an average of 9.7 million viewers per episode in America and was a hit on Channel 4, and she won two Teen Choice awards.
âI donât think I was fully prepared for that level of fame,â she says. âBecause it has never been something that I have sought out. I really would much rather be anonymous.â
Still a teenager, Barton was lauded for her looks and treated, she says, as much older than her years. âYou do look back and you were 18 dating 34-year-olds,â she continues. âWith hindsight youâre like, yeah, that was weird.â An interview with Harpers & Queen has recently resurfaced in which Barton, 19 at the time, says she was told by her publicist to sleep with Leonardo DiCaprio, who was 30, âfor the sake of your careerâ.
She left The OC after three series â she says she was bullied on set and exhausted by 18-hour days for each 24-episode series â asking the writers to kill off Marissa as brutally as they could. She died lying in the road, dripping in fake blood, her crashed car up in flames.
In the following years Barton became a familiar face on the LA nightlife scene, all smoky eyeliner and faded band T-shirts, photographed with Nicole Richie, Lindsay Lohan and Amy Winehouse, while dating the Kooksâ frontman Luke Pritchard, the American rocker Cisco Adler and the Roughsâ guitarist Taylor Locke. âI definitely got to tour with some cool bands,â she says, still a little thrilled by the whole thing. âI mean, I was obsessed. But I donât know if I could date a guy in a band any more. It just sounds exhausting and dirty.â The paparazzi attention was certainly not âhealthyâ for romantic relationships. âEverything is just so heightened,â she says. âYou depend on the person so much more, you think youâre that much more in love because theyâre your grip on some sort of normalcy.â
In the gossip blogs she was considered fair game. She was criticised for losing a stone in a year, then criticised for being âbloated Bartonâ, with the celebrity blogger Perez Hilton often the leader of the pack. âNothing I did was good enough,â she says today. âIt was the peak of cruelty about young womenâs bodies. It was wild.â
Could she leave the house without being followed by photographers? âNo,â she says immediately. âI couldnât. [The paparazzi] were doing all kinds of crazy stuff to me.â She says they tracked her car, tried to climb over the walls of her house, paid off restaurants and bought mobile phones for homeless people so they could tip them off. âI was stalked,â she says. âI did go a little bit nuts at [one] point. I just felt really helpless.â
Then there was an arrest (2007, driving under the influence, without a valid licence and possessing cannabis), rehab (court ordered) and psychiatric hospital. She said she was âdepressed and overworkedâ, and then, she claims, pumped full of prescription drugs by her âteamâ to keep her working. People have got kinder about mental health, though, she says. âThatâs one of the better things about society these days â people are more willing to talk about having had depression or anxiety, or itâs not so taboo.â
But it was her legal battle against her ex-boyfriend that was âone of the worst and most gruelling experiences of my lifeâ, she says. In 2017 Jon Zacharias tried to auction off illicit videos of her to the internetâs highest bidder.
After a years-long legal battle she won the case to prevent him from doing so. âItâs shocking to realise that there is that type of darkness in the world,â she says. âAnd you wonder what youâve done to attract it.â
Mischa Anne Barton was born in Hammersmith in west London, the middle of three girls, her mother a producer and photographer, her father a foreign exchange broker. She went to St Paulâs Girlsâ Preparatory School before the family moved to New York when Barton was six.
She was a bookish, shy child who found respite in acting. She had her first modelling job at eight and her first professional stage role the same year. By 11 she was in Italian Vogue. By 13 she was the lead in the movie Lawn Dogs, which had dark undertones of child molestation, followed by Pups, a crime drama. âEven from a young age I was sexualised,â she wrote in Harperâs Bazaar in 2021.
After her big break in The OC she starred as the âhot girlâ in various music videos (Noel Gallagher, James Blunt, Enrique Iglesias) and became the face of Chanel, Calvin Klein, Monsoon Accessorise, Neutrogena, Herbal Essences and Keds.
âI was definitely told âsign hereâ many, many times over,â she says. âIâve gotten a lot better with legalese. Now I will read a contract front to back.â
Do people think she made more money than she has? âOh, I know they do.â Today you can watch The OC on Amazon Prime, Hulu and ITV. âBut I say to my friends, âOh cool, I just got a direct deposit for $1.50.â And theyâre like, âWhatâs that?â And Iâm like, âResiduals.â â
She pushed herself into indie films and cerebral plays, which she loved, and then appeared on the rebooted reality show The Hills, which âwasnât for meâ, she says. âItâs the fame-chasing and the posing stuff that I donât like. I found them to be very alieny.â She says the producers tried to make out that the original cast of The Hills had hung out with the cast of The OC in the Noughties, âbut that was not the case. I never saw them around. I mean, it was a completely different world, a different type of celebrity.â She looks up from pouring herself another coffee. âYou know what I mean.â
Today Barton lives between New York and LA. She is steady and grown-up, but still with a streak of flightiness. Her spontaneity âis a problemâ, she says. She travelled around Indonesia alone over the summer, then France, then the UK, where she has been staying with her older sister, a barrister, in Kensington.
âIâm happy being single at the moment,â she says. âBecause it comes up, the whole thing of âDo you wanna settle down and have kids?â I am a weirdly traditional, conventional person when it comes to stuff like that, more so than people think. But it really depends on the person youâre with.â
In the past few years there has certainly been a collective reckoning regarding our behaviour towards young, famous women of that era. But does that regret mean anything to the women who suffered through it?
Recently the FBI knocked on Bartonâs door, saying they were âworking on a caseâ and wanted to play her a series of tapes. She listened to her conversations with people from years ago, which were recorded covertly. âWho knows who was doing it?â she says. âBut I was almost grateful to know that they [the FBI] were going to such lengths, otherwise you feel crazy and paranoid.â
She has also had direct apologies. In 2019 Perez Hilton told her, on The Hills: âIf I could go back in time and do things differently, I would.â Barton was largely unmoved. âThis bullying you did for so long to so many young girls, I find it hard to let go,â she replied. âI canât really accept the apology entirely.â
I bring up Hilton today and she rolls her eyes. âI donât listen to anything he says because heâs so crazy,â she says. âYou can see how sorry people feel for what they did to people like Britney [Spears] then. Everyone now is like, âI canât believe we did that to those poor women.ââ She pauses. âPeople feel so entitled to you and your body and your image. Itâs a strange feeling. Itâs strange.â
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Smoke Sesh
Pairing: Randall âPinkâ Floyd x FemReader
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, oral (male receiving), semi free use, dirty talk, degradation kink, little to no plot, use of drugs, friends with benefits?
Summary: A hangout in Pinkâs garage ends up much differently that you originally had planned.
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The garage is dim, barely lit by a half dead light bulb that dangles from the middle of the ceiling. Every once in a while it flickers but you never bother to say anything because it really just could be the weed in your system. The haze of smoke doesnât help the lighting situation either, thereâs so much of it you almost wonder if you should lift the garage door so it would seep down the driveway. It wasnât supposed to be just you two but Slater and Wooderson decided theyâd rather find chicks and cruise the town. Thatâs how weed enough for four ends up split between two.
âYou want to pick a record?â Pink asks around a heavy exhale, white smoke pillowing past his lips. You shrug as you stand from the old musty couch and head for the record player. The Lynryd Skynyrd album has spun to a stop, the needle frozen in place. Youâre quick to remove it and replace the silence with a Rolling Stones album. Brown Sugar starts to play and you turn only to find Pink unbuttoning more buttons on his green shirt.
Youâre suddenly aware of how much saliva is in your mouth, watering as you eye the tan chest that had been blessed from the summer rays. His hair had gotten longer than normal, bangs hanging in his eyes, and every time he reached his hand to brush them away more of his chest peaked through. He was so handsome it actually drove you nuts. Almost made him hard to look at. When your eyes travel to the crotch of his pants itâs then he realizes you were standing and staring longer than normal instead of returning back to your spot.
âSee something you like?â youâre sure itâs the weed talking, Pink is normally too kind to point something out so blatantly. Heâd rather save someone the embarrassment. Your cheeks flush but the weed keeps your movements slow.
âUsuallyâ is your response and whatever sober brain cell is left in your body screams internally. Yet as of right now you couldnât care less because it was just you two and youâre pretty sure the weed had made Pink half hard. That or his pants were suddenly smaller than you remembered.
âWell are you gonna just stand there or are you going to do something?â Pink asks, almost daring you to make a move. If you had the normal amount of weed intended you probably wouldnât move, more than likely roll your eyes, but thatâs not the case. Instead youâre not even sure how you end up in front of him, lowering to your knees instead of sitting back in your spot. Pink lazily smokes his joint, seemingly unbothered despite the way he internally panics. Slowly your hands undo the last two buttons of his shirt and start with the one on his pants. He never actually expected you to do something.
Youâre no longer in control of your body as you pull down his zipper and start to tug his pants down. Pink lifts his hips only slightly to help, a confirmation that this is more than okay. In one swift motion you drag down his pants and his boxers with it. Just as predicted he is half hard and gorgeous here too. Your mouth waters even more and if you havenât surprised Pink already, your hand wrapping around the base of his dick does. It was your goal now to get him completely hard and finally get a taste of the guy who was the main character of all of your fantasies. It didnât matter if you were borderline greened out, you were going to have this. Even if just for one night and nothing in return.
âJust as pretty as the rest of youâ are the words you choose to mutter before kissing his tip ever so gently. Even though Pink is as greened out as you are, he almost regrets that you havenât kissed his lips first. Yet who has time to dwell when those perfect lips are now wrapped around his length, tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock. It must be the weed because this is the best getting head has ever felt and youâve barely even started. Itâs when your tongue traces around his tip he fully hardens to the point itâs almost painful.
âShit, you really know what youâre doingâ Pink says while trying to keep a steady voice, sucking another puff of the joint as you bob down his now hardened length. Heâs doing his best to act uninterested but at the same time your lips meet the base of his cock your hands cup his balls and give a slight squeeze. Heâs lucky to have not cum right there and then. How easily you talk all of him in your warm throat.
After accomplishing the mission of getting him hard youâre now determined to make him finish. He tastes just as delicious as predicted and the way your mouth waters only adds the sensation of his heavy length rested on your tongue. The only thing indicating he enjoys this is how hard he feels in your mouth but you wouldnât stop until you finally got to hear Pink moan. That explains why your movements speed up and you get sloppier as you continue to suck him off. Determined to make him feel good.
âYou like this donât you? Blowing me while I relax and smoke a joint. Itâs turns you on, the idea of me using your mouth while I catch a highâ the dirty talk is unexpected but it turns you on more than expected. Whether itâs from the weed or pleasure, youâre not sure. What you do know is that it makes you wet, knees meeting each other as you squeeze your thighs together. Maybe youâd ride him next, if he let you.
âWhat a pretty cock drunk slut you are, I never would have guessedâ it must be the weed because Pink would never actually call a girl a slut, especially not in a degrading way, but the moan that reverberates around his cock shows you took it as praise in the very moment. You had wanted Pink to use you for so long, staring longingly at him with daydreams guilty as sin in your head. If it wasnât for the haze youâre certain this would feel like a dream.
âYou liked that didnât you? Me telling you what a slut you are, letting me use your mouth to keep my cock warm. I bet youâd blow me all nightâ youâre certain heâs rambling now to hold off his finish but even high you doesnât back down from a challenge. You hollow your cheeks tighter, hum a slow tune to add sensation, and massage his balls until you finally get the guttural moan you had been waiting for. His dick twitches against your tongue and the way he starts shifting in his seat almost makes it harder to keep going, but you donât stop, you donât slow down even as he lets out an angelic whine. Exactly what you had been hoping for.
âShit okay, ah. Youâre killing meâ he pants, squirming and clearly trying not to cave but youâre just too good. You take him deeply once more, lips meeting the hair at the base of his shaft and itâs then he finishes. Painting your throat as you slowly suck him through his release. Heâs awestruck when you finally stop and leave his length practically clean. Your face is a mess, tears running down your cheeks, and lips swollen and messy. Yet the smile you wear shows you donât mind at all and he swears youâve never been prettier.
âSorry, couldnât help myselfâ you shrug, a sly smile crossing your face as you look up at him. Youâre sure your knees are numb but at this rate it was worth it.
âJesus, why havenât we been doing that sooner?â Pink asks, almost a little embarrassed by how wrecked he is. He shouldnât still be hard, heâs never cummed harder in his life, yet here he was still a little wound up.
âYouâve been too preoccupied with other girls to ever look at me, besides weâre never alone. Today just happened to be your lucky dayâ you tell him, arm wiping your chin and standing to your feet. Pink watches you closely, a little intimidated and a little embarrassed. How stupid he had been to have never given you the chance before. He always thought you were pretty, you just happened to be one of the guys. Kind of like the stoner version of Cynthia. He never couldâve guessed you were kind of a freak. It made him question Cynthia now too. Heâs brought back to reality when you sit back down beside him and steal the joint from his fingers.
âWell now itâs time for me to return the favorâ Pinks already dropping to his knees, shirt open and practically falling off of him, member still proud and tall. Your knees press together despite the panicked look on your face.
âYou canât be seriousâ you say, suddenly extremely mindful of the skirt on your form. Pinkâs mouth waters and he nods, hands settling on top of your knees and slowly sliding up your skin, fingers disappearing under your skirt.
âGod yesâ he practically begs and itâs then youâre certain the evening couldnât get any crazier, so you open your legs for him just to find you with no panties and a glistening core. âIâm such a foolâ
âWhyâs that?â you ask, anticipation tangling with the arousal in your gut. Pink smiles as his hands slowly slide around your form and to your bum. In a swift movement he tugs you to the edge of the couch, your skirt flipping up for more access in the process.
âFor not having considered you beforeâ
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Okay, so I couldn't leave this alone so here is a Stranger Things Pride and Prejudice Steddie AU One shot!
There are two truths universally acknowledged, one being that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a spouse, the second is that Stephen Harrington the third is a bastard.Â
However little known the feelings or views of such a man as Stephen Harrington may be on his first entering a neighborhood, this first truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property and target of some one or other of their daughter or sons, despite the nature of his rather frightful personality.
Now, he was not truly a bastard -not in the way that you may be thinking dear reader, no.Â
The Harringtons were wed in an opulent ceremony that had not left the lips of the citizens in the surrounding hamlets and towns for nearly a decade. The pair were not particularly well loved, nor were they even reasonably well liked, however, their fortune allowed them considerable influence over the land and much of the people around it. Perhaps, in part, because of the lavish balls and beautiful grounds they were held upon.Â
A child had been born to Phillip and Emma Harrington upon their third year of marriage, a healthy boy that grew up in wealth and comfort, becoming the very bastard that had plagued Edward's every waking moment with his arrogant manner and beautiful brown eyes.
It was an opinion not only cultivated by several interactions that left Edward puzzled and irritable, but by a troubling anecdote from the affable Lieutenant Hargrove.Â
To withhold a sizable income, hoarding so much wealth all to one's self for what, for seemingly no reason at all?Â
When the Munsons survived on a mere two thousand a year to sustain the 7 of them, and with his elderly uncles failing health, he was beginning to worry.Â
And perhaps worst of all, that he had been the direct cause of his dear sister's broken heart.
Nancy had been devastated when she received the letter from Caroline Buckley, telling her that both the Buckleys, Caroline and her lovely sister Robin, and Harrington were returning to London with no plans to return.Â
It didn't matter how many times Nancy assured Edward that she was fine, it did not cover up the soft weeping from behind the door of the room she and Ell shared.Â
William, Dustin, and Ell came to Edward the next day with concerns for their eldest sibling, strong, whip smart, even-tempered Nancy who kept her heart so often sequestered that to hear of her open sorrows left Edward gutted and the youngest siblings morose for days.Â
He knew this was Stephen's doing, since Colonel Byers had so graciously told him so.Â
It had been at a sermon, not Edwards idea of an exciting afternoon when there were books to be read, stories to tell, or songs to sing, but it certainly appeased his wonderful friend Chrissy to see her so happy and taken care of, despite her bore of a new husband, Jason.Â
Byers was an agreeable fellow, Edward was certain there was no reason that he and Harrington should be so close, but the universe was certainly owed at least one mystery, and Byers was good humored enough to find Edward charming - so Edward chose not to examine it too closely.
âSo how long do you plan to stay in Kent Colonel?â Edward asks softly, happy for the opportunity to ignore the dry sermon taking place before them.Â
Jonathan smiles warmly though his gaze remains unbroken, eyes staring straight ahead of him, âAs long as Harrington chooses, Iâm at his disposalâ.
Edward snorts and leans forward to tip his face into the hand balanced on his own knee at the elbow, âEveryone appears to be at his disposal,â he finds Stephen in the crowd easily, there is no mistaking him, âItâs no wonder he doesnât marry and secure lasting convenience of that kind,â he murmurs, waggling his eyebrows at the Colonel.
Jonathan smiles though it's considerably smaller this time,âThey would be lucky,â he says earnestly.
âReally?â
Jonathan nods, âHarrington is a most loyal companion, from what I heard on our journey here, he recently came to the rescue of one of his closest friends just in time.â
Edward sits up, dropping his hand away from his face and turning his body further to face both the Colonel and Stephen, âWhat happened?â
Jonathan whispers, leaning in conspiratorially, âHe saved her from an imprudent marriage--â
Edwards' heart rate increases, his palms begin to sweat, â...Who?â
Across the pews he can see Stephen sitting there, dark eyes downcast, long brown hair sweeping over his forehead in gentle waves, but he seems tired, bored, Edward hates him just a little more.Â
âHis closest friend, Robin Buckleyâ.
Time slows down, it feels as though the world has been plunged into the darkest depths of the ocean and Edward is swimming to the surface, his breathing stutters slightly as he exhales slowly through his nose, âDid Mr. Harrington give a reason for this interference?â
Jonathan nods again, âThere were apparently strong objections to the lady,â he says softly, he glances at Edward once before turning forward once more, his expression betraying nothing.
âWhat kind of objections?â Edward stammers, âHer lack of fortune?â
âNo, I think it was her family that was considered unsuitable,â
NoâŠ
âSoâŠâ Edward whispers, the words slice over his lips and teeth, âhe separated themâ.
âI believe so, but I know nothing elseâ.
It had been luck that Byers had no idea who Edward was, who he was to Nancy and who he was to Stephen.
It allowed him ammunition to arm himself with.Â
His fury knows no bounds, how dare he, how dare this scoundrel, this villain! Edward stalks through the hills outside of town, the distant sounds of thunder and the deep gray clouds painting the skies do not deter him from his path. He breathes deeply and sweeps the long curls away from his face where theyâve escaped from the leather cord tying the locks back. He should have allowed Chrissy to braid it for him like she offered to before they left.Â
No point now.
Rain begins pattering around him, starting small before suddenly beginning in earnest, he curses under his breath and takes off towards a short stone bridge with a strange monument on the other side, whatever it was, it was at least sheltered.Â
Edwards chest heaves by the time he reaches the end of the bridge, he brings his hair around to squeeze out the worst of the water, there is no hope for the rest of his clothes, they will need to be hung to dry when he arrives back at Rosings estate to tell Chrissy what heâs learned.
He raises his hands to his face to wipe away the moisture, the Munson family ring glints in the low light and his chest aches with the sight of it.Â
Oh Nancy.
He hardly notices a figure that walks up the steps, tall, dressed in blue wool that has deepened to a near black with the rain.Â
Edward gasps and coughs to cover up his short lived fright as he finally notices him, Harrington.Â
He stands there awkwardly, his normally perfect hair is drenched, flat against his forehead and ears. His nose and cheeks are pink with the cold and there is nothing endearing about this whatsoever.
âMr. Munson,â Stephen says, the deep timbre of his voice loud over the gentle hum of the cascading rain, âI have struggled in vain, and I can bear it no longer.â
What?
âThese last few months have been a torment,â he continues when Edward presents no argument, âI came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you, I, I had to see youâŠâ and here he appears to lose his nerve, his mouth opens and closes until he clears his throat and swallows roughly.
âI fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth and my rank, the circumstance of all of these things that I am willing to put aside to ask you to end my agonyâ.
âI donât understand,â Edwards says, heâs speaking so quickly, it's ridiculous--
âI love youâ.
Edward blinks.
âMost ardently,â Stephen says softly, it's nearly indistinguishable from the patter of the rain and the thundering of Edward's heart, âplease do me the honor of accepting my handâ.
He was right, it was ridiculous, and rude, it does top Carverâs bumbling attempts at a proposal though which he thought would be near impossible.
âSir I,â Edward says eventually, haltingly, âI appreciate the struggle you have been through and I am very sorry to have caused you pain,â Edward lies, âbelieve me, it was unconsciously doneâ
Stephenâs honey brown eyes close as his expression shutters, âIs this your reply?â
âYes sir,â Edward bites out.Â
âAre you,â Stephen says in a near whisper, âare you laughing at me?â
If Edward didnât hate him so much at this moment he would pity him, the heartfelt confession disappearing into smoke as Edward burns it down.
âNo,â and he really isnât.
âAre you rejecting me?â Stephen says, he finds his voice once more, the volume climbing back above a whisper as a thread of irritation pulls through the words.
You donât get to be angry, Edward thinks viciously, you get nothing.
âIâm sure that the feelings, as which you have told me, have hindered your regard will help you in overcoming itâ.
Stephen blinks and takes one step forward, they are of similar heights, Stephen just slightly taller than himself but he refuses to let the proximity intimidate him, âMight I ask why with so little endeavor to civility I must repulse--â
âAnd I might as well inquire why you chose to tell me you loved me against your better judgment--â Edward shouts,Â
âNo, believe me--â
âIf I was uncivil then that is no excuse,â he speaks over him, the words continue to fall out in bursting shouts that would echo over the hills were it for the thunder and rain around them, âbut I have other reasons you know I have!â
âWhat reasons?â Stephen says as his brow furrows, and Edward wants to shake him.
âDo you think that anything would tempt me to accept the hand of the man that has ruined, perhaps forever, the happiness of a most beloved sister?â
Stephenâs shoulders drop ever so slightly, his expression resigned but still determined.
âDo you deny it Mr. Harrington?â Edward nearly snarls, moving in for the kill, âthat you separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to a world of caprice, and my sister to its derision for disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the acutest kind--â
âI do not deny it,â Stephen says softly, his eyes bore into Edwards own, they have not left his face once.
âHow could you do it?â Edward whispers, the words are frayed though, jagged as they make their way out.
âBecause,â Stephen says, âI believed your sister indifferentâ.Â
He says it so matter-of-factly, as though speaking the truth.
âIndifferent?â Edward scoffs.
âI watched them most carefully and realized that Miss Buckleyâs attachment was deeper than that of your sisters--â
âThat's because sheâs shy!â Edward blurts out, he wonât have this, this blatant attack on Nancyâs character, she means too much to him while Stephen means nothing, the bastard.
âBuckley too is modest and was persuaded that she didnât feel strongly enough--â
âBecause you suggested it!âÂ
Theyâre shouting now, both of them inching ever closer, clouds of angry breath undulate together in the cool air as they share the space.
âI did it for her own good!âÂ
âMy sister hardly shows her true feelings to me, to any of us!â Edwards chest heaves as he realizes what heâs said, he shakes his head and looks away from the stricken expression on Stephens face.Â
Edward swallows sharply, the words come out smoother than he feels, âI suppose you suspected her, her fortune had some bearing on the matter--â
âNo,â Stephen yells, speaking over Edward as he rears back in surprise, âI wouldnât do your sister the dishonor, though it was suggested thatâŠâ
âWhat was?â
Stephen hesitates for a moment, his eyes flick between Edwards own before he breathes out, âIt was made perfectly clear that an advantageous marriage--â
âDid my sister give you that impression?â Edward hisses, taking a step forward of his own.
âNo! No, no, there was however, I have to admit, the matter of your family--â
âOur want of connection?âÂ
At this Stephen looks away, his chest rises in barely restrained frustration if the clenching and unclenching fingers mean anything, but Edward presses on, âMiss Buckley didn't seem too concerned about any of that--â
âIt was more than thatâ.
âHow sir,â Edward growls, his jaw set and teeth nearly bared.Â
âIt was the lack of propriety shown by your aunt, your younger siblings, and on occasion your uncleâ.
âForgive me,â he says eventually, the words nearly startle Edward after so long with only the quiet hum of the rain around them, âyou and your sister I must exempt from these conclusionsâ.
Edward stops from rolling his eyes, though its a near thing, he takes a deep breath and speaks, âAnd what about Mr. Hargrove?â
This seems to catch Stephen off guard, he flinches and frowns,âMrâŠHargrove?â
âWhat excuse can you give for your behavior to him?â Edward continues, leaving his tone sharp and his words biting, he crosses his arms as Stephen strides towards him suddenly.
âYou take an eager interest in that gentleman's concerns!â He grinds out, his brown eyes scanning Edwards own with a sneer.Â
âHe told me of his misfortunes--âÂ
âOh yes,â Stephen mutters, âhis misfortunes have been very great indeedâ.
He shakes his head and steps back, rubbing his hand roughly through his wet hair, tossing it out of his eyes, his face drops to the ground as he refuses to look at Edward.
âYou have ruined his chances and yet treat him with sarcasm?â
Stephen laughs bitterly and shakes his head, his hands come up to hold his hips with a white knuckle grip, âSo this is your opinion of me,â he whispers darkly, he raises his head to meet Edwards gaze once more, âThank you for explaining so fully, perhaps these offenses might have been overlooked if your pride had not been hurt--â
âMy pride?â Edward shouts.
â--by my honesty in admitting reservations about our relationshipâ.
Stephen scoffs, whipping out a hand to gesture towards Edward, âCould you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?â
âAnd those are the words of a gentleman?â Edward barks out, he steps forward, tilting his chin up just slightly, âfrom the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, made me realize that you were the last man in the world I would ever be prevailed upon to marryâ.
Stephen recoils as though slapped, he takes a step back and then another, his face pales considerably as he raises his hand to pinch his nose briefly before lowering it slowly.Â
âForgive me,â he says eventually, the words so soft Edward nearly misses them, âfor taking up so much of your time,â he tilts his head slightly towards Edward before turning abruptly on his heel, stalking down the steps and back the way he had come.Â
Edward stands there, breathing heavily, ignoring the sharp sting and heat behind his eyes as he blinks back frustrated tears.Â
Damn him.Â
***
Hours later once Edward had made his way back to Rosings, walking through the mud and the rain, considering the shouting match that had taken place over and over, the words play on a terrible loop in his mind.Â
Chrissy helps him change out of the cold sopping wet clothes, and starts a fire in the guest room, he ignores the diatribe that Jason begins, gesturing with his bible and at the deluge that continues outside. Edward sits numbly at their kitchen table until Chrissy takes him by the arm back to his room.Â
He tells her everything, every terrible word, every excuse Stephen lobbed at him while he was gone. Chrissy listens patiently, holding his hand in her smaller ones as he speaks.Â
âOnce I started I couldnât stop, the words were coming out like bile,â he mutters listlessly. Chrissy wrinkles her nose and stands up from the end of the bed, she crosses over to the small desk against the wall. There atop the glossy brown surface, sitting in the soft glow of the brass candelabra is a letter.Â
She grabs it with soft hands and walks back towards the bed where Edward is perched curiously.
âHe came by earlier,â Chrissy says simply, holding out the paper, âsaid this was for you, hoped it would clear the air a bitâ.
Edward takes it, the letter feels heavy in his hands as he smooths shaking fingers over the seam of the paper and the small wax seal.Â
âIâll leave you to it,â Chrissy whispers as she squeezes his shoulder briefly before making her way back to the door, letting it close softly behind her.Â
Edward takes a deep breath and cracks the seal, unfolding the papers as he begins to read.Â
âI'm not going to renew the sentiments which were so disgusting to you, but to address the two offenses you have laid against me.Â
I had not long been in Hertfordshire before I saw that Miss Buckley preferred your eldest sister. I observed my friend's behavior attentively and I could perceive that her partiality for Miss Munson was beyond what I have ever witnessed in her.Â
Yet when I observed your sister, I detected no symptom of peculiar regard, and witnessed only the family's coarse appetite for having their children married favorably. And so in London, perhaps erroneously, I persuaded her of the unfitness of the match, citing your sister's coolness towards her. It would not have been the first time her heart had been trampled.         Â
It was unknowingly done and though the motives which governed me, may to you appear naturally insufficient, they were done to protect my closest friend.Â
Edward rolls his eyes and scoffs but continues reading.
As to the other more serious matter.
As you may not know, my sister, Maxine was adopted as a babe. My parents had always wanted a girl and were not able to conceive a second time. They did, with their wealth and power, manage to find a baby to bring home with no questions asked.Â
I loved her from the moment she came home. She was my sister, she was ours.
What Iâm sure Mr. Hargrove has neglected to tell you, is that he came to us out of the blue claiming a familial relationship to Maxine. Demanding money for his silence, to continue the narrative that the Harringtons had no skeletons in their closets, nothing to hide.Â
My parents would pay him to the tune of $3000 so he could do as he wished, fritter it away on drink and gambling, but silently.Â
At first.
Over the years he demanded more money, always more, he was a leach whose thirst was never quenched.
Eventually, at their wits end my parents told him it was over, Maxine was nearly fifteen and they were ready to tell her about her origins. Hargrove would have nothing to hold over their heads if the secret was out.Â
But perhaps the worst part was that this man, this stranger, had never really been related to Maxine at all. He had been a records clerk in London and stumbled onto the entire plot, sheer terrible circumstance brought this vile man into our midst.
No, and we had found out this appalling truth upon discovering that he had connived a relationship with my sister whom he had persuaded to be in love with and nearly made her consent to an elopement. All under our noses.Â
At this, Edward nearly drops the letter, he quickly scrambles to grab the paper, bringing it back up to the light. Oh Gods.
His prime objective all this time had been to obtain her inheritance of thirty thousand pounds.
Upon this discovery we nearly killed each other, the only thing stopping the whole mess was Maxine. I will forever regret that she had to see such violence.Â
I was lucky enough to persuade my sister of her folly. I hope that this goes some way to mitigate my behavior in your eyes. If you doubt my word please have it confirmed by my cousin Colonel Byers.â
The last page falls on the bed, away from Edwards shaking hands. He presses his fingers into his eyes until white sparks dance across his vision.Â
He doesnât know what to make of this.Â
How could he?
Let me know what you think! (special shout out to @flowercrowngods for bouncing a few ideas around about this!)
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#pride and prejudice au#enemies to loves#eddie is elizabeth#steve is darcy#I could probably keep going with this au#this was terribily fun to write but really werid to keep putting edward over and over
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TCR Episode 4 [initial thoughts]
before anything else, let me just say that this is the most confounding episode so far for me, but it's also the most rewarding in the end.
we start off the episode with Danny going to london, and from there everything was just ??? huh? what is happening right now ?? lol
i think it's hard to follow because it's random and nothing literally makes sense (yet!) so you're always asking yourself every second what's the point of all of it and where the story is going, making it a bit hard to focus on what's transpiring onscreen. (but patience, young padawan! the payoff is worth it.)
Danny's an unreliable narrator so you're also like, "is this even real?" i think it isn't
Tom, Amanda and Jason Isaac were able to carry the entire episode with their performances alone. their interactions, no matter how contrived the dialogues were sometimes, are riveting. i loved every second of their scenes together.
if you've read the book, it's pretty easy to spot who the alters are. Jack is one, no doubt. what i wasn't expecting is him showing up in the interrogation room with Rya in the end.
the reveal was just too good! like when the music suddenly shifted to an upbeat one, with the tracking shot of Rya just power walking to the prison like she's about to go into battle, I KNEW SOMETHING WAS COMING DOWN. the vibe was just different.
and then, boom! Jack appeared. AND RYA'S ENTIRE DEMEANOR CHANGED FROM HOW SHE WAS WITH DANNY. with Jack, she's firm and confrontational. whereas with Danny, she's gentle and careful. and it just blows my mind because you have to remember this is just one person she's actually talking to.
one of my biggest questions since the show started is how Rya seemed to already know what's up with Danny from the get go. how did she figure it out? that ending provided the answer--she's MET the alters (or at the very least, one of them, which is Jack)!
in the book, Arthur (Billy Milligan's alter whom Jack is presumably based on) is the one who's mostly calling the shots in order to "protect" Billy from harm. when the psychiatrists who were treating Billy wanted to inform him of the diagnosis, AKA let him know about the alters, it was Arthur who they were asking permission from. he was very against it at first. just like Jack was when he told Rya it was "a catastrophic idea" to let Danny know the truth.
I guess my biggest question still is how Danny is coming up with all these stories/ memories with the alters. did his mind just come up with all of it to try and make sense of the things happening to him or something? idk...
anyway, again, that ending is the highpoint of the episode because now that we know Rya and Jack has met before, it's fair to assume she's met the other ones, too. the interrogation room scenes will be that much more exciting and interesting from here.
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Life After Richmond pt. 1
MASTERLIST
A Jason Sudeikis multi-chapter RPF w/ a reader insert/OFC. No use of y/n l/n.
A meeting with an author leads to the next project after Ted Lasso.
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Chapter 1
"You should read this, it's fucking life changing." Brett dropped the book into Jason's lap on his way to the writers room. Pre-production for season 3 was well underway and they were making the most of some time writing together. Jason picked up the book and thumbed through it, the front inside cover had been signed by the author:Â
'You're a twat. Love Callie'Â
"I hope youâre good friends. She's not wrong though, why's it so good?" he questioned.
"It's just... bloody brilliant. Honestly, give it a go. She's going to be writing the new wave of romcoms before we know it. I might try and get her to give some TV writing a go once weâve finished here."
"Sure, sure, I have all the time in the world to sit and read, Goldstein." Jason rolled his eyes and stuffed the book into his backpack before following Brett into the room. Reading was definitely the kind of recreational activity he didn't have time for at the moment. With shooting planned for right around the corner, downtime was hard to come by. It didnât take long for the writing to draw him in though and a month or two later, Brett saw the book being launched at his head in the makeup trailer.
"Great book, thanks man. I think I've sent a copy to everyone I know." Jason chuckled.Â
"I can get you a copy of your own if you're interested. Signed. Callie texted me, she'll be in London in a few weeks. Sheâs coming over to visit her mum and sister - want me to set up a meeting?"
"Absolutely yes, if she's OK with that? Get it in my diary, Iâll tell Lisa. We can move stuff around to fit it in so work around whenever works for her." Brett nodded, pulling out his phone.Â
"She's having a bit of a shitty time, she's just split with her dickhead boyfriend. They were together for about 5 years I think. He's an absolute weapon, she's well shot of him."
"That sucks. She's from the UK? Maybe being at home will help."
âDoubt it, she left when she was like, 17 to get away from her mum.â Brett said with a laugh. âSheâs probably coming to see Beth really but if her mum finds out sheâs in the country and doesnât visit, sheâll go mad.â
âHowâd you meet?â
âIâll let her tell you - she loves to tell that one. Mostly cos it makes me look like a loser.â
âPoor baby Brett.â
âOh fuck off. I tell you what Iâm dreading having you two in the same room. Iâm gonna be the punching bag.â
âWe love you really, bud. I bet she only calls her true best friends a twat.â
âThatâs true actually, she does.â
Callie brought her knees up and rested her mug in the V between her torso and legs, reaching around to type. Her sister had offered her spare room and empty-during-the-day restaurant as a quiet workspace. Sheâd had more than enough of her mum and so far was loving being back in London and with her sister. She felt like hell after the break up and hadnât been looking after herself at all. It had caused tension with her mum whoâd accused Callie of moping around and had told her to sort herself out. With Bethâs help, she was finally starting to do just that. She had half an eye on the front windows of the large dining space looking out for Brett, when a little tap on the front door shifted her gaze. With a big smile, she rose to unlock the door.Â
"Alright, gorgeous? God itâs been a long time." She reached up to hug him.Â
"Not bad, how have you been? Stupid question - you look like shit - you've lost weight." He chided, pulling at the baggy hoodie.
"Mate, I'll have you know that this is a vast improvement. My hair is clean, I've bathed, I'm actually wearing clothes - and they're clean ones. I haven't had a glass of wine in... three days, and I considered eating breakfast this morning. Thatâs enough dragging me in front of your boss though, where's the introduction?" Brett sighed heavily.Â
"Fine, Cal, this is Jason. Jason, this is Callie Draper. She didn't always look a mess.â He said pointedly.
"This mess is lightyears from a few weeks ago." Callie gestured to her yoga leggings and oversized hoodie. âIâm practically glowing.â The dark circles under her eyes and drawn complexion clearly said otherwise.
"She's right. You should have seen what I picked up from Birmingham airport. It doesnât look like it should be, but itâs an upgrade." A voice drifted through the swinging kitchen doors.Â
"Well, isn't this lovely and supportive. Thanks, sis." Callie called through the door. She turned to Jason and explained, "I got home from the North American leg of my book tour to find my boyfriend fucking our upstairs neighbour on my kitchen counter. I spent a few weeks surviving on wine and chocolate biscuits so I'm now in recovery mode, my skin hasn't forgiven me yet - being dumped in your 30s is a lot harder than it is in your 20s." She said briefly.Â
"I'm so sorry, that's fucking awful. If itâs any consolation, itâs fucking horrible in your 40s." Jason offered kindly. Callie smiled and shrugged, the smile not quite reaching her eyes.Â
"Jeez, I think Iâll stay single then. Thanks. Shall we sit?" she gestured to her table. "I'll make some coffee - as long as Americano is OK? I can't do a Latte on that thing." She pointed at the barista coffee machine and set about making the three drinks.Â
"Sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just worried." Brett dropped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a hug.Â
"I'm OK. Getting there." She leaned into him before she started to fiddle with the coffee press, twisting it into place.Â
"When are you going back to Chicago?"
"End of next week. I'm staying at Sara's at the moment, but I'm thinking of moving anyway."
âWhereâs next on the list?â Brett asked curiously.
âProbably New York. I think Brookyn, my agent Laura lives just across the river and her office is in lower Manhattan so it seems like a pretty good spot.â
âBrooklyn is great, Iâve got a place there.â
âExcellent, you can give me take out recs.â
"Happy to. So how'd you two meet?" Jason asked, gesturing between Brett and Callie.
"I was at one of his gigs in San Francisco when he performed to 4 people and a dog. I was the only person who couldn't actually leave cos I was the barmaid. He was terrible!" Jason laughed and nudged Brett's shoulder, thanking Callie for the coffee she placed in front of him.Â
"I couldn't understand why I was being heckled by a Brummie!" Brett shook his head.Â
"Former Brummie. I'd been in the States for about 15 years by then." Callie countered, sitting back in her original seat.Â
"When did you move?" Jason looked across at Callie, trying to connect the timeline.
"I was 17. I didn't want to go to uni, my mum was doing my head in, so I decided to do Camp America for a summer. I fell in love, wanted to stay so we got married when I was 18," Callie paused for effect, Jason's eyebrows somewhere near his hairline and Brett nearly doubled over laughing. "Then I was divorced at 22, and I've spent the last 15 years moving wherever I've wanted and doing any old jobs I can while I write. I just up and move when Iâve had enough. Iâve been in Chicago for the last 6 years though so itâs time for a change"
"Holy shit, maybe you should write that."
"Maybe I should." She laughed. It had been a while since she'd had to give her potted history, and it still made her laugh.Â
"What happened with your ex husband? Tell him, Cal." Brett had tears in his eyes waiting for the final kicker in the story..Â
"He's happily remarried, we're still friends and I'm godmother to his and Andrewâs two little girls." She finished with a smirk.
"Are you serious? " Jason looked incredulous.Â
"Yep, it was a bit of a wild time. My mum still hasnât forgiven me, she adored him and she was devastated when she found out he was gay."
"You think? She was dreaming of babies on a ranch or some rubbish like that." Brett added with a laugh. "Anyway, enough of your crazy life. Have you got a book on you for Jason? And can you re-sign mine please: you called me a twat." Callie pulled a new book from her bag.
"I did that? Consider yourself honoured. Iâm sure I only refer to my best friends as a twat. Got a pen?" she held out her hand, Jason supplied a red pen. "Ooh red, I like to edit in green. It feels less 'grrrr'." She tapped the pen to her lip, thinking, before lifting the cover so he couldn't see, and scribbled her message. Jason took it gratefully and put it straight in his bag without looking. Then she took Brett's dog-eared book and turned to where she'd last signed it. She sniggered at her previous message, and then signed just underneath it before passing the book back. Brett opened it.Â
"Callie!" He held it out for Jason to see the new inscription:
'You're still a twat. Still love you though, Callie xo'
"I hope mine is nicer. Either that or Iâm already in best friend territory." Jason teased.
"You won't know if you don't read it."
"The book? Oh I read it, I loved it. I sent it to everyone I know." Callie narrowed her eyes at him.Â
"When you say everyone you know... do you happen to know Reese Witherspoon?"
"Not personally, but my friend Alexi does. And I sent her a copy, why?"
"My Insta went mental a few weeks ago, Reese Witherspoon, Drew Barrymore... fucking Jennifer Aniston! All tagging me with pictures of the book. It was insane. Iâve had to add more dates to the book tour when I get back, and Iâm going on a couple of daytime TV shows as well."
"Jen? Oh that was me, I'm definitely taking credit for that one. And the others by association." Callie's eyes were like saucers.Â
"Holy shit." She whispered. "Holy shit. I told Laura something weird had happened, she didnât believe me. She said it was just word of mouth."
"You're like... Nora Ephron reincarnated. If your books are anything to go by, then I can't wait to read your screenplays. Post-its, shopping lists. You name it, I'll read it." Callie blushed into her coffee.
11am turned quickly to lunchtime, with Callie's sister bringing out food for them all. Callie told them that she'd spent the previous week at her mums binge watching Ted Lasso. Her time living in America had meant that she'd already been familiar with Jason from his SNL days. Conversation came easily between the three of them and lunch soon fell away to mid afternoon, and by 4pm they were being pushed by Callieâs sister into clearing away water glasses, coffee cups and cake plates to make way for the restaurant opening. Brett excused himself to go to the bathroom and Jason turned to Callie,
"You've probably heard this from everyone already, but it does get easier. You'll... find yourself again." She nodded.Â
"Thanks. I'll keep trying, it feels good to be out of the pity party so I just need to keep going. I'm struggling to write though," she shrugged, "I can't get in the right headspace, I just keep getting into my own head and seeing, well, what I walked in on. And then itâs all I see. I've tried poetry, lyrics, plays, prose... I just can't get my words out." Her chin dropped to her chest and she brushed across her eyes quickly to get rid of any potential tears. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offload. It all just feels a bit bleak and dark foresty right now."
"I'm glad you did, your words will come back. Give yourself time." Jason offered a hug, and she rose slightly onto her toes to accept.Â
"Thank you. Really, thank you." She muttered against the neckline of his hoodie.Â
"My turn." Brett interrupted and Callie reluctantly stepped away from Jason. She ruffled Brett's hair and he planted a kiss on her forehead. "When's your flight?"
"Next week, I'm back at mum's at the weekend for my last few days though. Got to go back for one more round of fucks disguised as a pep talk." Brett nodded,Â
"Sheâs only doing it because she loves you. Don't be a stranger, and please look after yourself." She nodded.Â
"Will do, it was really good to see you. A patented Goldstein hug makes everything ok. And so good to meet you Jason. Jesus, what a fucking understatement! Good luck with the show."
"Thank you, it was great to meet you too."
"Thanks babe, it wouldn't be half as good without this genius." Brett nudged Jason gently and the two left Callie to lock the door behind them.Â
"Jennifer fucking Aniston." She whispered, shaking her head. "As if!"
A few days later, Callie's phone pinged with a Twitter DM. A screenshot. Of a tweet she'd sent from her sister's sofa,
"Meeting actual pop culture geniuses is all well and good until they turn out to be extremely hot and very, very distracting đ„”"
She frowned at the screenshot at first, before seeing the message it came with.Â
'Just checking whether you've met any other pop culture geniuses over the last few days?' Callie's jaw dropped. He did not have Twitter. She was almost certain. Almost. "Shit," she whispered furiously, "shit, shit, shit. Bethhhhhh?" she wailed, calling her sister.Â
"What's up?" Beth replied, coming in from her room, DVD in hand.Â
"I might have tweeted about meeting Jason the other day. Might have called him hot. He's found the tweet." Beth looked blankly,Â
"Did you seriously think he didn't have Twitter?"
"There's an account, but it's not active!"Â
"Ohh.. Oh Callie, you plum!"
"Shit! I'm so mortified!"
"Ahh so own it, he's seen it now. You might as well just laugh it off. Speaking off, I knew I had one of his films somewhere - fancy watching it?" She held up 'Sleeping with Other People' Callie was too nose deep in her phone to say no.Â
"How's this sound - 'Only Brett and Iâm not sure he qualifies as a genius.'?"
"Cute, funny. Breezy, go for it. I'm getting popcorn, shall I open some wine?"
"Fuck yes, please do. I might as well continue to drink myself to death at this rate. I'm a walking mess, Beth."
"You're fine. You're getting over dickhead at your own pace, we got you through the heartbreak and booze diet, I know youâre in the forest but we're getting you out." Callie hummed, hitting send on the message and shoving her phone out of sight to watch the film. By the time it ended, the empty wine bottle sat on the coffee table while Callie and Beth lay head to toe on the sofa.Â
"So⊠The film didn't help." Callie pointed out, gently kicking her sisterâs head.Â
"You're not wrong," Beth sniggered, "He really is hot!"
"Aghh, shut up. I'm in my heartbreak era. I'm allowed to lust over unattainable men. Thank god Iâll never have to meet him again. He is ridiculously gorgeous in person, I couldnât cope with that again."
"Did he reply to you?"
"Dunno, I'm sitting on my phone. Probably not." Callie dug under the cushions to retrieve it, "Oh shit, he has replied - it just says 'good to know.' Oh, he's sent a link to a song, he said it reminds him of the book." Callie clicked the link and turned up the volume. She looked across at Beth.Â
"Didnât you play this on repeat for about 8 months while you wrote?" Callie nodded slowly. "Bit mad that he's gone for the same song." Callie nodded again, incredulous.
"I'm sending him the full playlist." She decided, getting the link and adding it to the message stream with the caption 'here's my full playlist for the book, crazy coincidence that you went for that track.' He replied with a purple heart, and Callie resisted the urge to keep the conversation going.
Callie landed in Chicago a week later, stopping briefly at her old apartment to get more of her stuff before continuing to her best friend's home. After some calls to her agent, Laura, she had managed to sign a lease on an apartment in New York within the month, and packed up the rest of her belongings. Messages from Jason dropped into her Twitter DMs once or twice a week, recommending the best place in Brooklyn for tacos, theyâd exchanged book recommendations. It felt strange after so long to be living alone. Laura had found her a tiny apartment close enough that they could regularly meet. Since traveling the country together on her book tour, and the break up, she and Laura had become close friends. Callie was grateful to not be starting over totally alone in a new city. She settled down to write, but found again that the words wouldn't come to her, it felt like an age since sheâd managed to successfully put pen to paper. Without really thinking, she picked up her phone and sent a message via Twitter: 'What do you listen to when you write?' The response came through almost immediately with a link to Run The Jewels - a duo she'd never heard of. She hit play without replying to the message and emerged 4 hours and 10,000 words later to a new message. Not on Twitter, on WhatsApp, from a number she didn't have saved already.Â
'I talked Brett into giving me your number, I hope you don't mind. Hope the music suggestion worked.'
'It did! I finally got something going. Nothing like a looming deadline to hurry me along. I was on a couple of talk shows last week - it was completely bizarre. I donât know how you do it. Weird as fuck.â
âYou get used to it. Send me the link, I wanna watch.â
Callie dropped the youtube link into their message chain and got back to work. The messages became more and more regular back and forth - discussing new episodes of TV shows theyâd recommended to each other, swapping playlists and books. Callie even sent over recipes sheâd made, with photographic evidence of how theyâd turned out.
Over brunch, Laura put a coffee cup down for Callie and caught sight of a selfie of Jason and Brett on her phone.
âWell this is unexpectedly wonderful Callie Draper. Does Brett know heâs got a new role as matchmaker?â
âDonât be silly, weâre just friends. We really got along when we met and heâs just really easy to talk to.â Laura hummed, looking at her own phone. She froze reading an email and Callie looked up at the notable silence. Sheâd expected the Spanish inquisition but it was nowhere to be found. âWhatâs up babe?â
âFuuuck. Callie, fucking hell.â
âLaura! What is it? Whatâs going on?â Laura slid her phone across the table and Callie read the open email;
âWeâd like to invite Ms Draper to the offices to discuss a potential collaboration in getting her book adapted as a series. Iâll send the details across shortly. I'm away in LA for two weeks so weâll get something booked in early next month. Netflix would love to have something like this in our wheelhouse so Iâm really excited to meet you both.â
âNetflix?â Callie whispered in awe, more to the phone than to Laura.
âNETFLIX baby! Netflix!â
âFucking hell. Fuck me, what do I do?â
âWe meet with them, obviously!â Laura took the phone back and frantically drafted a response. Across the table, Callie picked her phone up and wrote a message of her own.
âHoly fuck, Netflix want to meet me next month to discuss adapting the book. Fuck me, what do I do?!â
âThatâs amazing news - congrats! Meet with them of course, thereâs no harm in hearing what theyâre thinking of. Meeting with them doesnât mean youâre committing to them. Youâll crush it.â
âI know fuck all about TV. Hope youâre ready for a Padewan?â
In London, Jason laughed at his phone before sending a Yoda gif in response. Callie beamed at the reply before concentrating on Laura who was practically combusting. A few days later, a huge bouquet of beautiful sunflowers arrived on her doorstep with a note from Jason and Brett.
Do it you must, young Padawan đ
Sheâd cried and sent them both a picture, thanking them.
âAnytime, anything you need. Youâll do great, I canât wait to hear all about it.â Jason had replied.
The Netflix meeting soon rolled around and Callie listened intently. It had sounded great, she knew very little about TV but sheâd heard enough to be a little wary of their business model of cancelling both popular and underperforming shows. She wondered if she was ruthless enough for them but found herself hiding those fears from Jason and Brett. She asked Laura to keep Netflix at arms length for a while, playing on her other deadline commitments, while she tried to work the scenarios in her own mind. They were walking through the park when the call from Apple TV reached Laura. She excused herself away from Callie slightly to take the call, before returning with a huge smile.
âApple wants to meet you now. It happens sometimes, theyâll have heard through the grapevine about the things Netflix are looking into. Sometimes theyâre bothered and want to see for themselves, sometimes they leave each other to it. Could be good for you though to hear out another option? Theyâve booked us in to meet next month.â Callie was speechless. They parted ways and Laura went back to the office while Callie went home to write. On the way, she sent Jason a message.
âNow Apple wants to meet me. This is insane. Insane! Iâm really wary of Netflix. Iâm not sure theyâre the right fit. How did you know when you went with Apple?â
âAmazing news! We were lucky with Apple, we knew right away and theyâve been really supportive. Couldnât wish for a greater bunch of folks to work with. At least youâll have something to compare Netflix to.â
Callie smiled, she knew he was right. Theyâd batted enough ideas back and forth over the last 5 months to know when each other was on the right track. She settled back at her desk and picked a playlist to write to. Time to focus on the day job - not the possibilities of what might happen.
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[What is] the right amount of the right kind of pummelling people [in movies]?
***spoilers***
Tonight we watched Unlocked (2017), a spy thriller starring Noomi Rapace, Orlando Bloom, Toni Collette doing a fantastic Emily Blunt cut glass accent and sporting Excellent Short Hair, John Malkovich just this side of utterly menacing, and Trust Me Michael Douglas.
I'll try to get this first point out of the way quickly and efficiently - presumably I've already blathered about this on these very blog pages only my ST memory isn't marvellous and I can't quite recall.
I've learned that Me Loving A Thing - or liking it or finding it tolerable - is a very poor indicator for how popular That Thing is likely to be.
[It's not a neat negative correlation, either - it's not that I can *always* look at things I've enjoyed and know that this means that popular media take is to Hate Them. It... depends...
For a not-really-on-topic case in point, I share what I understand to be the very wide consensus view that The Empire Strikes Back was the best of the original Star Wars trilogy - and I think Rian Johnson's marmite-middle-movie was the best of the most recent trilogy, which I appreciate is a far more controversial take, though I'm not alone in holding it. And yes, I'm on that end of the opinion range that would be more likely to enjoy it... Might be losing the thread here a little.]
Back to the action movie in question. Didn't love love it, but definitely liked it considerably more than the critical 26% consensus on Rotten Tomatoes and, yes, quite a bit more than the audience rating.
I'd have given it - ack - 60 ish? Yeah, 60 ish.
I mean - look at that CAST...
For why?
NR is super watchable and IMO super credible (movie credible, not actually-capable-of-surviving-all-this-stuff credible) as the lead.
[That low score - not connected to being asked to watch a woman anchor this movie? One who Doesn't Sleep With Orlando Bloom?]
Speaking of... I'm projecting of course, but I got the impression OB was enjoying his Cheeky Burglar Chappie With A Secret role. On which note, I have a great deal of respect for movies that acknowledge the short cuts the audience is using to assign characters as Goodies, Baddies, Hotties, Untrustables, Victims, etc. And then plays around with those expectations with a nice blend of To Type and Against Type casting. Looking at youse, OB and JM.
Also speaking of... OB's character certainly learned that most basic of movie lore lessons - Do. Not. Kill. The. Dog.
Sort of a side-bar but I vm enjoyed seeing certain scenes playing out in parts of East London I was familiar with - and I also got a certain kick from the moments when I then found myself thinking WHERE's THAT and then it turns out that part of the movie was shot in Prague.
There was a moment near the start when I found myself worrying that the setting was going to be too Gritty and the violence Too Real.
Thankfully, not the case. From the moment NR rumbles what's going on and goes about digging her way out again, we were dealing with Spy Cartoonish Violence - where the look is superficially "realistic" but the beats are closer to graphic novel than graphic.
Personally, for me, the more cartoonish the better - and if it's Artfully Unrealistic in an overtly choreographed way - THAT's the dream.
Saw The Transporter for the first time the other day - and the fight sequence in the bus station is pretty much at my perfect level. Enjoy.
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The kind of nonsense they get up to with Jason Statham's top in this scene is truly *chef's kiss* fight fantasy IMO - and thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my pedantic lil heart to whoever decided he was going to go back for the shirt once he'd erm - wiped the floor - with the rest of the Baddies? (watch the scene...)
PS I'm in what is perhaps the less popular opinion group [AGAIN!] where the thing I like re the top is the clever use of it as a resource NOT the way using it requires JS to remove it. Fair play, the guy has clearly worked extremely hard for that bod. His muscles have muscles. But do I need to see 'em? For me, no, not really. Entirely happy to trust that he's doing all the gym-work you'd anticipate.
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Wrong Number part 5
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four
Jason confessed to reading Shakespeare; what he failed to mention was he memorized entire passages of those plays. After doing a tour of the Globe, Jason caught Salim's eye and proceeded to rattle off the entirety of Marc Antony's âFriends, Romans, Countrymenâ speech. Salim could only gape in awe. When Jason was done, Salim felt like he should applaud.
âEven more nerdy than I thought,â he teased. âHow can you remember all that?â
âI donno,â Jason shrugged, a pleased smile tugging at his lips. âI just do. You impressed?â
âVery,â Salim confirmed, his heart fluttering when Jason's smile grew wider. Without meaning to, Salim dropped his eyes down to Jason's lips. He quickly looked away again with his heart pounding even harder. âI don't really know a lot about Shakespeare,â Salim admitted.
âWe had to learn it in school,â Jason told him. âIt's wild: I read all those plays, and now here we are where they used to perform 'em. Maybe they still do,â he added as an afterthought.
âToo bad it's being renovated,â Salim mused. âWe could have literally seen history come to life.â
They chatted for a bit more, then Salim asked another tourist to take a picture of them standing in front of the stage. Next they took a bus tour of other famous buildings in London â there were far too many to see in one day â with Salim snapping pictures, sometimes getting into the shot when Jason took the camera.
âYou'll wanna show your kid these later,â Jason assured him.
âI'm meeting with him tomorrow, actually,â Salim mentioned. He hesitated, his heart pounding as his next words were forming on his tongue: Would you like to meet him?
âGood to know you'll still have a tour buddy,â Jason said. âI gotta be at the airport tomorrow to head on home.â Salim never felt his heart plummet so fast. He knew from the beginning that Jason's stay here in London was temporary, but he still somehow took for granted that the man would be around a while longer.
Initially, Salim wanted to take an evening river tour of the Thames that would include dinner. It felt strange to do it now, so he went instead with Jason to a pub where the other tried meat pies for the first time. The American's reaction was priceless⊠and cute. Though Salim really didn't want to keep thinking of how cute or charming Jason was.
This great sense of loss felt so silly considering the fact they just met, and he wouldn't have even known Jason existed if the hotel hadn't made that mistake with the room key. How did the prospect of saying goodbye to a man he barely knew for twenty-four hours feel more painful than finding out his own wife left him?
All too soon they were back at the hotel in front of their respective doors.
âWill I see you at breakfast tomorrow?â Salim asked.
âDon't think so,â Jason sighed. âI gotta check out pretty early. Hey, before I forget,â he mentioned. âI got you something.â He opened his bag where he had souvenirs for all his friends and family. âI noticed you weren't gettin' yourself anything,â he explained, âso I did it for you.â
âThank you.â Salim took the gift, a little mystified. It turned out to be a box containing a coffee mug. âI feel like I should give you something now,â he remarked wryly. For a brief moment he envisioned pressing Jason against his hotel door and kissing him. Salim dismissed the thought and hoped Jason wouldn't notice his blush.
âYou kept me company,â Jason shrugged, and Salim thought maybe those fair cheeks were a little red, too. âThat's plenty.â
âAll right.â Salim swallowed. âGood night and have a safe flight home.â
âTake care,â Jason returned. There was a moment of awkwardness, then he stuck his hand out. Feeling a little deflated, Salim shook Jason's hand.
The next morning, after showering and dressing, Salim went to Jason's door just to check if the American was already gone. There was no answer to Salim's knock. He held out hope that Jason would be at breakfast, after all, but there was no sign. Eventually Salim had to get back to his room to do his own check-out. The last thing he packed was the coffee mug Jason gave him. He opened the box to get a better look at it.
To his surprise, Salim found a piece of paper inside the mug. On one side was a string of numbers. He flipped it over and saw a written note.
Just in case I wasn't the only one who felt something. ~ Jason
Salim's heart fluttered and he turned the paper back over to the string of numbers. Jason's phone number.
#jason x salim#jason/salim#jason kolchek x salim othman#jalim#salim othman#jason kolchek#house of ashes
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