#josh charles imagine

[ash5monster01]

I see you have Knox Overstreet in your mist of who you write for, and I don’t think you wrote something about him, so could you write something Knox x fem!reader please? I love everything you write about dps, I’m a big fan🩵

I Hate It Here

Pairing: Older!Knox Overstreet x FemReader

Warnings: flirting, lyrical dialogue, fluff, minor sexual attraction, mentions of depression, alcohol consumption, new beginnings, hopeful

Summary: Based on the song I Hate It Here by Taylor Swift. After a particularly bad day you bump into a mysterious man at the bar. Turns out there is more to him than you originally thought.

word count: 2.6k

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The bar is heavy with smoke, clouds billowing in the underground area. Knox isn’t even sure why he picked it, probably because it was in close proximity to his office, but really he was just desperate for a drink. The scotch in his hand isn’t as bitter as it once was when he was a seventeen year old boy. Now it washes over him like a wave and soothes him after the already long week he had endured. It didn’t matter that he could barely breathe due to the chainsmokers or that he had a big trial to work in the morning. Right here, right now, was the closest he would ever get to some comfort. 

When you spot the concrete stairs and an open sign, you don’t think twice about escaping the rain. Ducking into shelter even though you instantly want to cough from two men puffing on cigarettes by the door. You shake your hair and then your jacket before shrugging it off. The sweater you wear is soaked through and your legs freeze from the water that had splashed under your skirt. You’d have to wait it out or you’d catch a cold. Then again who knew what you could catch in a place like this. 

“Go swimming doll?” an older man teases and you roll your eyes, sighing as you walk to the only empty seat at the bar and flag down the bartender. It’s not long until he’s in front of you, polishing a glass in his hands. 

“What can I get you?” he asks and you contemplate, hundreds of drinks flashing in your mind but coming up short because all you can think about is warmth. Feeling a surge of blood heating you up instead of the chill from wet clothes. 

“Strongest thing you got,” you respond, and the bartender nods, moving to make you who knows what while you dig in your purse for some change. It’s already warmer here than outside but the heavy and wet clothes on your form make it hard to tell the difference. 

“Rough day?” a voice asks from beside you and you startle only slightly before finding a brunette man with some of the saddest eyes you had ever seen. He sips from his drink while you eye the loose tie around his neck and the suit jacket hung over the back of his chair. A sad businessman like all the others but something about the glow of red bar lights on his face tells you he might just be different. 

“Not exactly, at least until it started raining,” you shrug, displaying your wet arms and it’s then he realizes the soaked hair plastered to your head and the way you shrink into yourself from the cold. 

“City rain is the worst, there’s no beauty to it,” he agrees, as if he understands the trauma of being caught avoiding storm clouds and the splash of taxi cab tires running over puddles. Yet the look in his eyes shows he wasn’t always a victim to city rain. A softer side of him showing. 

“Is there beauty to any rain really,” you ask, tugging at the uncomfortable sleeves of your sweater. He notices you shift in your seat, trying to get comfortable despite the heavy clothes on your form. 

“Yeah, there is actually. My favorite is when it rains but the sun is still out, and everything is green, and you know the next day the flowers will be even brighter than they were before,” his spiel is confirmation that these towering buildings are no home to his soul. Here you rarely see a beautiful green tree without going to Central Park and flowers even less. Only the ones in shop windows but there was something morbid about knowing those flowers no longer had any chance to survive. 

“Well that sounds a lot better than the puddle that just soaked through my shoe,” you joke and the boy gives a light laugh, eyeing the saddle shoes that didn’t stand a chance in weather like this. You watch as he grabs the suit jacket off the back of his chair, a part of you saddening at the thought he was preparing to leave. 

“Here, take this. It’ll keep you warm while your sweater dries,” and the relief you feel is almost as good as the appreciation for the gesture. Smiling, you take the suit jacket and lay it across your lap. Quickly you fumble with the buttons of your sweater, leaving you in only a white tank that had also fallen victim to the wet weather. Your nipples peak and you’re certain the boy notices but you don't pay any mind as you wrap the big jacket around your form. 

“I’m Knox Overstreet by the way, you should probably know since we’ve started to share clothes,” he jokes as he takes the sweater from your hands and hangs it off the back of your chair. You smile at him appreciatively and snuggle into the jacket way too big for you before offering your own name. 

“Thank you by the way, it’s not often you find kindness in the city,” you say and he can tell you're being genuine by the look you give him. He hadn’t planned on having small talk with anyone tonight, especially a beautiful girl like you, but he was already in too deep. You looked adorable in his jacket and he had seen more than enough to confirm his attraction towards you. 

“Yeah you could say that again,” he mutters, sipping from his drink that was getting awfully low. When the bartender drops a concerning concoction in front of you he motions for a refill that the bartender does without a second thought. It’s the first time you consider he was probably here for a reason as well. Something different than shelter from the rain. 

“Bad day yourself?” you ask and he shrugs, unsure if it was a bad day, bad week, or bad year. Maybe everything had been bad since Neil died. It had been so long he wasn't sure where it all began and ended. 

“Let’s just say I’m not the person I thought I would be when I was younger,” and you can understand that better than anyone. Knowing the world twists and turns you in so many different ways there is no guaranteeing it would all turn out the way you wanted it too. 

“What, are you going to tell me something awful like you’re a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy?” you joke, but the serious look he gives you shows it was no joke at all. 

“Try a finance lawyer, but yeah, I once wanted to be a poet,” he confirms and you’re surprised at how easily you discover him. Pin pointed him right down to the soul and truth, when poet had felt like an absurd accusation just moments ago. 

“Seriously, poet?” you ask while still trying to process and he nods, swirling the liquid around in his glass as he thinks back so many years ago. When Keating had shown them all a world they had never seen before, the cave and how everything seemed so much more important there. It felt like a fairytale compared to his life now. 

“Yeah, I once wrote a poem for a girl. Snuck into her school and read it in front of the entire class. She was pissed,” and you both laugh as he recalls a tale he’s clearly fond of but detached from. That was no longer who he was. 

“I think it’s sweet, a grand gesture. Heaven only knows the kind of person I would be if a boy wrote me a poem,” you say, remembering highschool years filled with idiots who never spared you a second glance. 

“What about you? Artist turned journalist?” he asks but you shake your head, giggling softly at the bad guess. If only.

“Debutant but that was another life. Now most days I’m too scared to even go outside,” you say and he nods, letting the words sink in. You had never told another person that before and you could only assume everyone in this city had no idea Knox was once a poet. The two of you baring your souls on a random night in a run down bar. 

“Comfort is a construct,” Knox states, knowing he had not been comfortable ever. Even Welton had been a different kind of prison. It was the reason he no longer believed in goodluck. 

“You know it sounds silly but on particularly bad days when I hate it here, I’ll go to secret gardens in my mind. Imagine I’m amongst the flowers all alone that people need a key to get to but the only one is mine,” you share the fantasy, smiling at nothing in particular as you recall the beautiful world you had dreamed up for yourself. The idea of being alone with nature instead of feeling on display in the big city was better than anything you had ever experienced. You had never told another soul this before, but it felt right.

“For me it's the cave me and my buddies would sneak out to when we were in prep school. There was something so intense about running through the woods in the dark and sharing poems amongst the cave walls,” and your eyebrows rise at the tale, discovering the boy once had a safe haven not unlike your own. The only difference was his had been real. 

“Seems we both have a reason to hate it here,” you say, offering over the drink you had yet to take a sip of and he smiled, clinking his own glass against it. You both take a drink but the difference is your face screws up at the intense alcohol taste that hits your tongue, indeed being strong as you had requested. It makes Knox laugh while you fight the bitter taste. 

“I like this. Sharing my secrets, it's thrilling,” he says in a low whisper, as if it should be embarrassing that the most thrilling thing in his life was sharing secrets with a stranger. 

“Careful though, if you tell me all your secrets, all you’ll ever be is my eternal consolation prize,” you warn and he laughs like it makes sense. The idea of corrupting a stranger and never seeing them again, stealing a taste of something more than the boring life you were both trapped in. 

“In all honesty, I’d take anything I could get,” he admits and your eyebrows raise at the suggestion. It’s the first moment he’s attempted to flirt with you since you sat down. Normally a guy would come on too fast and too hard and ruin the interaction immediately. Now though, you've seen he’s more than just a guy interested in a girl but someone with real substance. 

“So what happened to your poetry dreams?” you ask, sipping from your drink with less of a reaction now. The taste becoming bearable and the effects loosening you up. 

“Well one of my best friends died and then school became stricter. My Dad pushed harder for me to take over his firm, and then I ended up here,” it’s honest, it’s tragic, but also the response you expected. Everyone with crushed dreams also carried around their most tragic moment tied to it. Same as you. 

“Ah, the common case of having no small town fears and mid-sized city hopes. I’ve been there,” you confirm and he grins like he’s never quite met somebody like you. Yet you’d never met someone like him either, especially in this city where people were loud and mean. It was nothing but uncomfortable and it made you yearn for something more. 

“I’m getting a little scared that you can read my mind or something,” he jokes and you shrug, having always been good at reading people. It was the only thing that made you feel less lonely in this big town. 

“Sorry, not a mind reader but extremely good at making things weird,” you say and Knox snorts, having not felt uncomfortable with you yet. Then again if he was a different kind of guy, maybe he would be. 

“I highly doubt you make things weird,” he says with the soft shake of his head and you smile, leaning against your arm on the bar as you look at him. 

“When I was younger me and my friends used to play a game where we would pick a decade we wished we could live in instead of this one. I'd say the 1830s but without all the racists and getting married off for the highest bid. Everyone would look down or away because it wasn't a fun answer like theirs. Seems to me like it was never even fun back then,” you say with a shrug and this time he lets out a real laugh, like you’re the funniest person he’s ever met, and it makes you smile too. 

“Seems you’ve really thought this through,” he says, taking a sip of his drink and this time basking in the freedom instead of comfort. Despite the heavy rain outside and giant smoke clouds in here, you felt like the sun to him and had cleared up his day.

“Nostalgia is a mind's trick. If I had been there, I'd hate it. Probably because it was freezing in the palace,” you answer and Knox stares at you with wonder. He’s not sure he’s ever met a girl with any substance before you. Even Chris that he once thought held the moon and stars. You were a lost soul like him and it was a beautiful thought. 

“Would you maybe like to go out sometime, somewhere nicer and with more windows?” he asks and you giggle, a bit smitten with the guy you hadn’t yet scared away. Your eyes wash over him, taking in the strong but somewhat mid-sized form. He had a sharp jaw and adorable lips, a good nose, and sad eyes that still held a glimmer of hope. 

You consider the possibilities of saying yes to him, having shielded away and counting on disappointment in all relationships in your life. You were lonely but good, sometimes bitter but swear your fine. Always saving all romanticism for your inner life and getting lost on purpose. This place had made you feel worthless. Lucid dreams like electricity, the current flying through you, and in your fantasies you rise above it to discover that way up there, you actually love it. 

“I’d actually love that,” you tell him and he grins like he won the lottery, finishing off his drink and nodding like he had gotten exactly what he wanted. At the very least gained hope for something, you or at least having better days to come. 

“For me it’s lunar valleys,” he says suddenly and your eyebrows furrow, giving him a curious glance. He noticed your questioning look and smiles. “Instead of Secret Gardens or even the old Indian cave, I’ll go to lunar valleys in my mind. Being there when they found a better planet where only the gentle survived. Not often though, only when I feel like I might die.” 

“Now who’s the one making things weird,” you tease and he laughs, a sound you’re now quite fond of. Enjoying the way his eyes crinkle everytime he does. It’s the first time you consider it may have just rained for a reason. Some divine intervention making you find shelter in this bar. Leaving now hopeful for a new beginning. 

“Seems to me we both are.” 

[willowsnook]

Masterlist

Formula One

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Carlos Sainz

Oscar Piastri

Lewis Hamilton

Lance Stroll

Charles Leclerc

Pato O’Ward

NFL

Andrei Iosivas

Josh Allen

Joe Burrow

Keon Coleman

NHL

Luke Hughes

Quinn Hughes

Jack Hughes

Nate MacKinnon

Auston Matthews

Mikko Rantanen

[dannyricsmirrorball]

f1 challengers smau! ੈ✩‧₊˚ 🎾🏎️

george russell x reader x alex albon

OR

charles leclerc x reader x pierre gasly

sorry for being MIA i’m just busy w school but eee i was rewatching challengers and this idea came to me,, i was planning on a galex x reader one but im not sure if everyone would prefer piarles x reader (lmk pls! but i think im leaning towards george and alex)

basically the reader is tashi and was recognised as one of the biggest young talents coming through motorsports (like young max verstappen vibes), she was really fast and climbing through the ranks in karting and f2 and befriended george and alex (eventually dating one of them) and made it to formula 1 the same year as the 2019 rookies but then sustained an injury from a crash with one of the boys,, that depends on who is who. i’m not sure if i want alex to be patrick and george be art, or the opposite (also lmk ur opinions pls!).

im thinking alex as patrick just so i can do the whole them not seeing each other for so long through him being dropped by red bull and just extend the period of time it took for him to reach williams and then him coming back is them all reuniting and leading to present day. anyways basically same premise as the movie obv,, reader and (probably) george are in a long term relationship (rather than married) and (probably) alex comes back onto the scene in the williams seat which gags everyone and then yk kinda same premise as movie.

also if george is the art character then reader would be toto’s daughter (wolff!reader) to really emphasise that like power couple thing art and tashi had going on in the media, like mercedes golden boy and girl!

also can you just imagine the galex angst! childhood best friends to strangers </3.

i wish i was patient enough or had enough time to actually write this series and not just make a social media au, but if any writers are invested enough and would write this then feel free to just take this idea bc i’d love to read it and you’d probably do it more justice then i will hahah! 🎾💌🏎️🦢

[luvsferrariss]

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[leclercskiesahead]

SINGAPORE 2023

[expectopatronxm]

Josh O’Connor trying to understand Bootylicious by Destiny’s Child

And what did Kelly say?

So none of them can handle it?

[the-imaginative-hobbyist]

Congratulations to Oppenheimer winning big at this year's Academy Awards. Well deserved.

[fulltimecatwitch]

BIG DAY FOR THE DEAD POETS SOCIETY FANDOM

[sepulchrebythesea]

i'd like to think josh kiszka did the "i ate the divorce papers" monologue during his theatre days

[milkymora]

✧ mcl (hsl) flirts - voice headcanons ✧

note: receiving an ask wondering who i’d headcanon as voice for castiel, i got the idea of making hdcs what the hsl boys voices would sound like!!! obv everything is sfw, cts of the pics used to the respective owners on pinterest! enjoyy xo

𖹭 castiel.

i feel like castiel has the typical american english accent. i headcanon him to be born in a big city, like new york or los angeles, due to his parents having a well-paid job that allowed that kind of life.

for that reason, i think chris pine (jack frost’s voice actor in “rise of guardians”) would be a perfect example of what his voice would sound like;

sassy, provocative, yet kind and genuine.

𖹭 nathaniel.

as mentioned in my amber’s hdcs, i headcanon his family is german. both him and his sister can fluently speak german and they do have a little bit of an accent when talking in other languages.

someone like louis hofmann (werner pfenning’s actor in “all the light we cannot see”) would suit him good, even if his accent would be a little less marked than werner’s.

his tone is mostly quiet and low, but he does have his bursts of energy, especially when addressing castiel or others he doesn’t really like; that’s when the german kicks in the most.

𖹭 lysander.

oh, this boy is a gentle giant and his voice is definitely the deepest one, which is accentuated by the way he talks: basically whispering all the time. nobody knows whether it’s shyness or just his normal way of speaking,

all i know is that his voice would sound close to josh o’connor’s (price charles in “the crown”, season 3).

yes, he is british, with a beautiful londinese accent.

𖹭 armin.

lucas zade jumann (gilbert blythe’s actor in “ann with an e”) would be perfect for him. just a little more expressive.

listen, this guy is a walking meme, okay? he’d be dead serious for a moment and making questionable noises (yes, he’s the type of friend that would moan when you’re on call with your mom) the second later. he’s also freaking loud when talking and doesn’t even realize it.

another thing: he’s scarily good at making impressions of anime characters. beware for phone pranks.

𖹭 kentin.

even after puberty hit, his voice still remains the sweetest of them all. his french accent only makes it worse, making jessie james grell (armin arlert’s english voice actor in “attack on titan”) a pretty accurate option for him.

the voice actor isn’t french and i don’t really know if he ever played french characters, but just imagine his voice with a subtle french accent in it.

don’t get fooled though. the boy has lungs and, just like armin, can easily forget how loud he can get when upset. mostly happens when castiel’s around.

gosh i had so much fun writing these headcanons!! tbh i hope these are good, i mainly listen to italian stuff so my knowledge of english voice actors/actors is limited :,) lmk what you think, if the voices match what you think they’d actually sound like.

✧ mcl navigation. ✧

[thetrialsandtribulationsofeb]

it kind of annoys me that, if you think about it, the “antibuddie” attitude really comes down to blatant homophobia. and i know it’s a tired take, but i can’t not talk about it

like, how many instances of friends-to-lovers slow burns are there in tv shows where the two characters start out as genuine friends, but the more seasons pass, the more they start acting like a couple and eventually become romantic? a million. and no one bats an eye - because they’re all straight ships. everyone just thinks, “aww, that’s cute, they were friends who became a couple, that happens”

but when it comes to buddie, it’s suddenly “ruining their friendship” or “it’s just a bromance, there’s nothing romantic between them” or “eddie is straight”

why on earth would a relationship ruin their connection when they literally fit each other like puzzle pieces? aren’t people aware of the friends-to-lovers trope? or, again, are they just homophobic because they can’t imagine this trope with two friends of the same sex?

buck and eddie already spend a lot of time being domestic and understand each other like no one else, so moving in together and adding kisses and sex to their connection wouldn’t really change that much

they’re literally the “didn’t know they were dating/married” trope

and people can’t comprehend it because this is literally the first time in history where it’s a (canon) queer slow burn, and they think queer characters and relationships on tv are only allowed to be pre-planned and simple - like when the script tells you right away that this is a queer character and puts them in a relationship from the very beginning

but in real life, that’s not always how it happens

in real life, you can be unsure of your sexuality for a long time

you can search for relationships with other people, only to suddenly realize you’re actually in love with your best friend - that the love you were searching for was right under your nose

idk, for me, as a bisexual with gay and lesbian friends, everything in this show makes sense

it doesn’t feel weird to me that buck and eddie discovered their sexuality later in life, because i’m familiar with that experience, and a lot of queer people are

and if you can’t see it - if you only see queer relationships on screen as some kind of token or fetish, where it’s like, “oh, yeah, two hot guys/girls are together, that’s cool,” instead of something real and natural - then it’s really a you problem

the characters just fell in love, because with their personalities and background stories, they make sense for each other

it happens. and it’s actually just as close to real life as being sure of your sexuality from the beginning

like, you know queers are actual people and not these pre-established characters, right? and everyone’s experience is different

it’s just that buck and eddie are going through a phase that hen, karen, and josh probably went through when they were younger

eddie is extremely queer-coded, even if it wasn’t planned. he’s just the case of “trying to make a character so straight that he ends up gay”. he’s literally a michael - only he fortunately had the chance to discover and embrace his sexuality earlier than michael

and it’s a beautiful and important kind of representation to show them in this part of their journey, because it can resonate with a lot of queer people and maybe even help someone in real life understand their sexuality better

and i strongly disagree with the “we need more healthy representation of close friendship between two males” argument, because i feel like we actually do have a lot of it (sam and dean’s literal brotherly bond, matt and foggy from daredevil, chandler, joey, and ross from friends, jon snow and sam tarly from game of thrones, jake and boyle from brooklyn 9-9, etc)

and we also had a lot of same sex friendships with great romantic potential that never came to the “lovers” phase (dean and cas, steve and bucky, charles and erik, kara and lena from supergirl, etc)

so i think what the show is doing with buck and eddie’s relationship is way more important at the moment

anyway, yeah, i’m just very emotional about how revolutionary buddie is for queer representation, and that we’re finally at a place in our society where a queer slow burn is taken seriously and comes to fruition on major network television right before our eyes

and it’s mostly because both the actors and the writers listened to queer feedback about the characters and were like, “you know what? you’re actually right. we thought we were writing straight characters at first, but we see why you get queer vibes from them, and we’re gonna pursue this direction because it honestly makes sense” and i think that’s beautiful

(spn could never 🙄)

[ash5monster01]

A Dead Poet’s Holiday

Warnings: fluff, alive Neil, minor mentions of past trauma, comfort, lots of teasing, mentions of drinking

Summary: Every year the boys make sure to get together for Christmas. After ten years they discover some things can’t always stay the same.

word count: 4.2k

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1969

Charlie has never sprinted faster in his life, an older woman cursing him when he bumps her a little too hard on his way along the platform. He couldn’t afford to be late, if he was he’d never hear the end of it. So with his unbuttoned coat flying behind him and the briefcase along with presents spilling from his arms he makes it in the Subway doors just in time. Shutting closed and allowing himself to finally breathe as he rides uptown. 

The same went for Meeks and Pitts who had just made their train from Connecticut to the Big Apple. Already craving the comfort of Neil and Todd’s Upper West Side Apartment. It didn’t matter that they all had to squish on air mattresses in the already too small living room and share one bathroom. Anything was better than this train. Especially for Pitts whose neck already hurt from trying to catch some sleep against Meeks' much lower shoulder. 

For Knox it was a bit easier, opting to drive himself this year, and even if it was a five hour trek he figured there was no timeline when he was in charge of his travel. As usual all the boys were making the journey to get together for the Holidays. It was important for them to see each other around Christmas, remind themselves how lucky they were to have each other. They all had survived a soul crushing experience together and they were lucky to be out in the world and living it as best they can. 

Which was why even Cameron was included, him taking the first flight out to New York City and so grateful he had kept all his friends. Charlie wasn’t entirely fond of this but it didn’t matter. Whatever Neil wanted he got and Charlie would never dare try and say no. So he put on a happy face even though he often wanted to slap one off of Cameron’s. It was Christmas after all, a time to be with the people you love and celebrate with each other. Cameron may be a fink but he also understood them, came from the same roots they did, and for that it was enough to be included.

“Sorry I’m late, why does it smell like that-.” Charlie stops in his tracks. He had just barely made it through the doorway. He eyes Todd at his desk in the corner of the living room, typing feverishly away on who knows what. That’s when an apron wearing Neil stumbles out of the kitchen with a sheepish look on his face and a cloud of smoke pillowing behind him.

“So I have good news and bad news.” He grins as if this sight shouldn’t be concerning. What concerned Charlie more was that Todd was too distracted to even notice the chaos behind him. Had the apartment burned down he’d be partly to blame. 

“What’s that?” Charlie asks, dumping his items down on the second hand couch he not so long ago helped them haul up all these flights of stairs. He didn’t often like babying Neil but sometimes it just came out of him. To think he somehow became the responsible one. 

“Good news is our fire extinguisher works, bad news is that I burned the turkey. Anyone feeling pizza?” And Charlie can only shake his head as Todd rolls his eyes at the boy. Charlie is already walking towards the phone to place the order. 

“I can grab it when I pick up Meeks and Pitts from the train station.” Todd offers and Charlie nods as the line connects with the young girl unfortunate enough to work the weekend before Christmas. He could only imagine the hoards of people last minute Christmas shopping and stopping in for a quick slice. Getting frustrated when they realized everyone else had the same idea. 

“Thanks Charlie.” Neil is quick to say when he hangs up the phone and Charlie just laughs before pulling him into a hug.

“That apron makes you look really domestic by the way.” And it’s meant to be teasing but Neil only grins because he liked his little life. Domestic and all. He spent his days running between auditions and performing in small plays all before coming home to curl up with Todd on the couch. It was all he ever dreamed of and he was so thankful to have it. One of these days he’d finally land that big role and he and Todd wouldn’t have to pull together scraps for this apartment way too nice for them. 

“The briefcase makes you look professional.” He counters back and Charlie only nods because he had to agree. The honest truth was there wasn’t much in it except for some quick paperwork and snacks. He still wasn’t quite sure what everyone else on Wall Street had in theirs. 

“I’ll be back, be good.” Todd calls and both boys wave as they settle on the couch and watch the blonde boy rush out the apartment. 

“So tell me about work?” And that’s how the old best friends get into deep conversation over their life and endeavors. Sharing the good and the bad and the details about the pretty brunette girl Charlie met in a bar last week. It’s as if nothing had ever changed but also everything had. At least they still had each other. 

“Hey, anybody home!” The familiar shout of Knox comes muffled through the door, followed by his hand slapping against the wood. Neil hops up quickly to let them in and both Knox and Cameron laugh at the sight of the apron tied around his waist. 

“Sorry we’re late for dinner Mom.” Cameron grins and Neil glares as he helps take some of the presents out of Knox’s hands. They all filter in, looking just as scrambled and worn from travel as Charlie did a half hour ago. 

“Gentleman, Merry Christmas.” Charlie says from his place on the couch as they all get settled in. Cameron is quick to tug the striped scarf off his neck and eye the apartment that was decorated to the best of Neil and Todd’s abilities. A tree too small for the space tucked away in a corner and covered in homemade paper ornaments. Hung over the windowsills was string popcorn, desperate to make the space more lively even though it was probably made from some meant to be Neil and Todd’s dinner one night. 

“Seems you’ve made yourself at home Nuwanda.” Knox grins at him, moving to shake his hand once all the items are free from his arms. Neil neatly stacking the presents everyone brought under the tree. By the time everyone got here the stack of presents would be taller than the tree itself but it didn’t matter. At least they were together. 

“Considering I’m here getting roped into things all the time it makes sense.” Charlie says, having spent more time in this apartment than his own since living in New York. Really it was just a short subway ride away. 

“Where’s Todd hiding?” Cameron asks as he takes both him and Knox’s coats to hang by the door. Neil chuckles as he finally unties the apron from around his waist, already over the harassment that had been coming from his friends. 

“I had an accident with dinner so he’s picking up a replacement. Oh and Meeks and Pitts.” Neil tells them and they nod knowingly like this wasn’t surprising at all. After all they were all prep school kids, no one taught them how to cook. It was a miracle any of them had survived without the school or their mothers cooking for them. 

“So Charlie, how’s the big job?” Knox asks, settling onto the couch beside him. Sometimes he regretted staying back in Vermont, especially when he saw his friend’s lives here. Yet he’d never change what he ended up with. 

“Me? What about you Mr. Big Time, head of his own firm. Congratulations” Knox’s cheeks tint red in the colored lights of the small tree beside him. About a month ago he had been promoted, more than likely courtesy of his father but from all his hard work too. It was also about work life balance, the only thing keeping him sane was the poetry class he taught after hours at the public school and his lovely wife. 

“Thanks yeah, it’s a lot but it’s nice. I make good money and now I’m just looking forward to settling down.” Everyone chuckles at the ever romantic boy in front of them. It was no surprise to any of them that Knox was just ready to build a real home with his wife Chris who was stupid enough to marry him. How he ever convinced her in the first place was beyond all of them. 

“What about Cameron, working towards being Mayor. Very noble” Knox directs the attention from him as he lightly applauds the red headed boy. Yet his hair wasn’t as dark anymore, already fading with age. The curse of politics. 

“Kiss ass” Charlie pretends to cough into his sleeve and Cameron glares at the boy he couldn’t believe he was still stuck with. Dorming with him all those years had to be torture enough. 

“I’ll have you know Nuwanda, that the citizens love me.” He states with a hand on his chest, no interest in his teasing or dissecting of his life and job. So what he was a rule follower, why would he need to cause trouble when he had Charlie for that. 

“Oh I’m sure.” Charlie agrees with that tone of his, always making Cameron question if it was genuine or not. More than likely not. 

“Still cool you’re doing it Cameron, maybe one day there will be Governor and even President in your future.” Neil encourages, intervening before Cameron started to take Charlie’s teasing too seriously. Some things would never change. 

“Oh please let me die by then.” Charlie mutters as he looks up to the ceiling, hands clasped together like a prayer and that earns him a glare from both Neil and Cameron. 

“Thanks Neil, it’s pretty cool. They gave me an office in the town hall and everything.” Charlie really wants to laugh, tease him considering he had his own office on the 27th floor with a view, but he knew to let Cameron have his moment. After all, he did grow from constantly harassing the kid.                                                                                     

“Look at all of us, another prized graduating class of Welton’s elite.” Knox grins and that makes all of them laugh, basking in the absurdity of it all. Especially since back then they would’ve done everything to fight it. Now they were all contributing members of the working class and somehow managing it too. 

“Hey, what's so funny?” A somehow even taller Pitts asks, a frizzy haired Meeks behind him holding a stack of four large pizzas. After the familiar click of the door Todd joins them and they are officially all together for the Holidays. 

“Hey, how was the train?” Neil excitedly asks as he stands to join them and free up their arms. Forever a good host. Yet the roll of both boys' eyes shows the train was as it always is. Boring and uncomfortable. 

“It got us here, how’s Broadway?” Meeks asks as Todd takes the pizzas from him. Neil grins like the cat that caught the canary. See it didn’t matter if he hadn’t made it big yet, he was doing what he loved and that was something so truly special. Maybe he had been cut off, hadn’t heard from his family in years, but at least he got his greatest wish. Plus he still had his friends.

“Magical.” Is Neil’s only response and Meeks somehow understands before helping organize the presents he and Pitts had brought. 

“We better eat before the food gets cold, help yourselves.” Todd grins as he gestures to the table with the stack of pizzas and now the added paper plates and plastic silverware. The boys don’t need to be told twice, having traveled all day and desperate for some sustenance. 

Their chatter is quickly replaced by the pop of champagne, Charlie grinning as he holds the bottle up like a trophy. The sight is followed by cheers from each of the boys as they get settled and Charlie pours a healthy amount into plastic cups for them each. Christmas as how it should be. Good pizza, lukewarm champagne, glowy Christmas lights, and all of them together. It didn’t matter that the streets of New York were bitterly cold and most of them lived hundreds of miles apart. They’d always have each other, understand one another, and live life the Dead Poets way. 

“Okay, updates people. Let’s hear em!” Charlie says after a while of small talk and making all the food disappear. They’re dispersed around the living room, no one with a proper seat, but it’s the most comfortable any of them have ever been. 

“Um well me and Meeks landed our first job.” Pitts offers, the two of them having been trying to navigate their engineering degrees in the city of their alma mater. They didn’t want to return to Vermont and New York just seemed too big so they stayed put. 

“Hey that’s great you guys.” Cameron grins and that brings a smile to both the boys faces. It was hard starting from the bottom of the ladder but pretty soon they’d get somewhere. Just like Charlie. Somehow the most rambunctious of them all ended up the most successful in a life he didn’t want. It was weird how the world worked. 

“I meet with a publisher after the holidays.” Todd nearly whispers and shocked faces fill the room before each of the boys clap and cheer. 

“Now that’s what I’m talking about Todd, we knew you could do it” Charlie says, reaching over and patting his back and a heavy blush covers his cheeks from embarrassment. 

“I’m not published yet.” He reminds them but it doesn’t matter because his friends are excited. Besides who wouldn’t publish Todd Anderson. 

“Believe it or not but I met a girl.” Cameron offers to bring the attention off of Todd. He wasn’t nearly as shy anymore but he still struggled with so much attention on him at once. After all they had been through Cameron was happy to pull their focus away. Even if it was embarrassing for him.

“Have you talked to her yet?” Pitts asked and Cameron’s glare made everyone laugh, Cameron being the biggest victim to how sheltered they were growing up. He just gaped at women like a fish until he was twenty five and even after that it was only proper conversation he was able to make with no eye contact. 

“Yes, her name is Lisa. She’s a secretary and we met at the local bar. Didn’t give me much of a choice, just sat down and said I was buying. Who was I to say no?” And the boys all chuckle at this admission, of course Cameron would fall for a girl who bossed him around. That might be the only thing to make sense in the world. 

“No shit.” Knox grins and Cameron realizes the teasing has passed when all his friends look genuinely happy for him. 

“I have an audition for a lead part next week. I probably won’t get it but if I do you’ll all receive opening night tickets.” Neil tells the group with a smile he can’t suppress covering his entire face. Yes he was broke, scraping by to live this life, yet right now with his home full of love he couldn’t be any happier. Hope was something he wasn’t yet used to. 

“We’ll all be here.” Meeks confirms as if it was no doubt Neil would get the role. The confidence in his ability makes Neil feel on top of the world, or it could be the two glasses of champagne. He wasn’t complaining either way. 

“I’m going to be a Dad.” Knox drops his bomb, a soft smile on his lips, and the admission stuns everyone silent. They all eye one of their eldest friends, trying to imagine him as a father, raising a child that could go through all the same things they did. 

“Not a chance.” Todd is the first to say and the boy laughs, shaking his head at his blonde friend before taking another long sip of his champagne. 

“We found out a week ago, I was freaked out obviously but we’ve been married a year and I have a good job. It’s the right time and she’s really excited.” The look on his face is one of contentment, happy with the cards he had been dealt. Yeah he did end up working in law like his father but he also filled all the other empty spaces with the things that would make him happy. That’s what was important. Balance. 

“Knox, that's amazing! Congratulations!” Neil cheers, hopping up to pull him in a hug and Knox accepts it. He held all the same fears for his future child as the other boys did but at least they could support each other. He knew his child would have six really great Uncles. 

When Neil lets him go the other boys follow suit, muttering congratulations and embracing him with love and support. Life was changing and they were getting older, even the world was progressing, growing and accepting everyday. Yet what needed to stay the same did, which is why Charlie is quick to pour another round of drinks before holding his cup in the air with that same confident smile he’d worn his entire life.

“To the Dead Poets and the future class.” Charlie says, shooting a wink at Knox. The boys all repeat the words, hitting the plastic cups together before putting back more of the champagne. 

With Charlie’s encouragement and enforcement, it’s not long until each of the poets are feeling the alcohol. Cheeks warm in the same apartment and eyeing the soft snow that’s beginning to flutter to the ground. The Bing Crosby vinyl Neil put on an hour ago spinning with no sound as the Holiday surrounds them. It was so much more magical than any winter spent at Welton. It was the kind of night meant to be enjoyed, embraced. 

“Let’s go ice skating.” Todd breaks the silence, head turning to him quickly. Todd spots each of their confused faces before rolling his eyes. “Come on, it’s a gorgeous night and I bet the tree looks amazing right now. What do we have to lose?”

“I’m in.” Charlie tips his glass in his direction and Todd grins as each of the boys consider. After all, the alcohol would keep them warm, and a little field trip never hurt anybody. No sneaking out is required these days. 

“Let’s do it, I’ve never seen the Rockefeller tree anyway.” Cameron is the next to agree and that shocks everyone on an entirely different level. Yet his agreement is what gives the rest of them the push, all of them collecting their coats, and excited to take on this next adventure.

All with refreshed drinks they hit the town, snow falling around them, and slush soaking the bottoms of their pant legs. They walk arm in arm, chattering about nothing as they make their way to the nearest Subway. This is Christmas, carefree and full of love. It doesn’t matter that Charlie keeps trying to steal Cameron’s hat and that people give them weird looks when Meeks jumps onto Pitts' back for a piggy back ride. Right now it felt like they were seventeen again, carefree and happy. That’s what was important, nothing else. 

“Now that's a Goddamn tree.” Knox is the first to say when exit the subway station and starts to blend in with the large crowd. Tourists and locals all enjoy the weekend before Christmas with one of the most beautiful sights in the world. 

“Wow.” Cameron mutters and Pitts and Meeks nod in agreement behind him. The tree is as bright as the sun, a rainbow of Christmas cheer and beauty. It’s the distraction they all need as Charlie slips to pay the attendant for all of them to skate. 

“You didn't have to do that.” Neil scolds and he shrugs, happy to provide for all his friends. Lucky they got to do this all together.

“I don't mind, come pick out your skates guys.” And the boys shuffle over, yelling sizes as they all receive a pair. None of them have ever actually skated before. Skiing was big at Welton but that was an entirely different world. 

That’s how they all end up like Bambi, trying their best not to fall as they glide out into the crowds of people skating underneath the giant tree. It’s Christmas bottled up in a moment, even when Pitts wipes out and brings Todd down with him. Knox laughs so hard he has to stop or he’ll fall himself. It’s then Charlie decides to bump Cameron who does everything not to fall. Legs spinning like Roadrunner beneath him. It’s Meeks who grabs his back and steadies him, allowing him to glare at Charlie who’s being punched in the arm by Neil for shoving Cameron in the first place. 

“I’d say this is much better than the old Indian Cave.” Neil says once they all find their footing and start lapping the rink like everyone else. It’s the most fun he’d ever had during Christmas, not a chance they could top next year. 

“Just as crowded though.” Meeks jokes and the boys all laugh, having stuffed themselves in that cave and hit their heads enough times for it to be true. There was no doubt New York City was full of people, especially during Christmas. A night like this was worth facing the crowds if they all got to be together. 

“At least we’re together, it's going to get harder and harder every year.” Todd points out and they all collectively nod, knowing life will keep going and more things will start to happen. A weekend near the Holiday’s will be harder and harder to accomplish, even with all the distance between them. 

“Yeah especially now that Knox is going to have a kid.” Pitts points out and all eyes catch Knox again, still processing this milestone and what it’ll mean for them. When that kid was born they’d no longer be the current generation, everything could change. Even the dynamics of the group. 

“I’m going to do my best.” Knox says but they know now to maybe not expect him next year, or maybe they’d return to Vermont for the Holidays. It’s not that it wasn’t exciting, in fact it was some of the best news any of them heard. What was scary is knowing this kid could go through the things they had endured and have to bear the weight of soul crushing guilt. Have the world expect something of them when they're only just a child. It made them want to protect but that was a good thing. It meant this kid was already loved more than ever and would have a support system that defied all odds. 

“We’re not worried about that Knoxious, we always make things work.” Charlie encourages, wrapping an arm around the boy's shoulder and he smiles as they each top directly in front of the tree. Looking up for what felt like miles as the dazzling Christmas lights twinkled in their eyes. 

“Yeah, we’re the Dead Poets Society after all, we live deliberately.” Todd reminds them and they all smile, memorizing this feeling of all being together just as they once were knowing change was just around the corner. Visits will become less and less but the love would always be there, no matter what milestone each of them faced. 

It’s the Christmas that changes everything, a new decade upon them. Within the next year Knox would have a little girl, eyes identical to his and bright blonde hair just like Chris’. Todd’s book will get published, hitting shelves by the summer and sky rocketing his career. Cameron gets engaged, a shock to even himself, but happier than he’s ever been. Meeks and Pitts business will take off, designing some of the largest and most intricate structures Connecticut has ever seen. Charlie will fall hopelessly and desperately in love, leaving the bachelor lifestyle behind, and eloping with the girl of his dreams. Then there was Neil, who nailed his audition just as each of the Poet’s thought. He makes it big on Broadway, and just as promised, each of them are there to see. It’s like deja vu sitting in the crowd, just as they once had a decade ago. When the curtains close they start the standing ovation, cheering loud enough to burst their lungs, knowing this time when they meet Neil outside the night will go the way it should have ten years ago. A celebration of love and togetherness like it was always meant to be. 

Finally having contributed their verse. 

a/n: I had wrote this as a Secret Santa gift for the lovely @happiness-runs but I figured you all would enjoy too. Merry Christmas ❤️

[willowsnook]

CLOSED Bar Menu requests

please spark my creativity lol. also there are two random people on there and that’s bc i remain loyal to them 🫡

Bar Menu

Liquor (prompt)

vodka: “it’s always been you”

Gin: “watch your fucking mouth”

Whiskey: “you’re mine, end of discussion”

Tequila: “let me take care of you”

Rum: “me and him? That’s funny”

Scotch: “just shut up and come here”

Brandy: “do you enjoy pissing me off?”

Mixer

Lime: Lando Norris

Lemonade: Carlos Sainz

Red Bull: Max Verstappen

Water: Lewis Hamilton

Coke: Oscar Piastri

Italian soda: Charles Leclerc

Orange Gatorade: Joe burrow

Hawaiian Punch: Andre (yoshi)

Sprite: Josh allen

Ginger beer: Bucky Barnes

Cranberry juice: Derek hale

Glass (relationship)

Martini glass: Strangers

Tall: Best friends

Short: Coworkers

Copper mug: Enemies

Wine glass: Friends sister

Flute: dating

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Joshua Colley on Monty: Adventures & Mysteries, Friendships, Joys & Fears, Thoughts on Niko, Crystal, and Jenny, and Facing the DBDA World Unburdened by Homophobia

[Transcription of my linked Joshua Colley Cameo]

Hello, Shay! It is me, Josh. Um, thank you so much for getting this Cameo. Thank you so much for supporting me. You said, "Hello <3" Hi! "What are some more mysteries and adventures you would've liked to see Monty go on with the detective agency friends? Which members would he get closer to over time?" Oh my gosh! Well, I think him and Niko would've been *crosses finger in the "tight" gesture* locked in. And I also think him and Charles probably would've been locked in. I know he was kind of--Monty was kind of a hater at the beginning. Um, but towards the end he--he turned it around. So I think they--they would definitely get along. Um, and I don't know, I think I would love to see--in my mind, in, like, another season, or y'know, like, Monty would be like, slowly--he would get turned back into a human, but then he would be slowly turning back into a crow until--like his end transformation would be like, him in human form but he had wings. So I think uncovering that kind of mystery could have been really fun. Um, and just more--just more adventures. I mean, those mysteries were so fun in season one. So, um, that's what I would've loved to explore, but we're just going to have to use our imaginations. Um, you said, "What were his thoughts on Niko, Crystal, and Jenny? Did the butcher shop creep him out after Esther's kitchen and blood magic?" Um, probably. *nods* I think he--I think he loves Niko. Um, I think he was just, like, vibing with Crystal. I think he was scared of Jenny, for sure. Um, but love all of the actors that played those parts. We had a grand old time. Um, "What are some of Monty's biggest joys and fears?" I think his biggest joys are probably just, I think he really liked the romance of it all. And like, just getting to explore his new human body was probably really fun. And his fears were probably his mom. *laughs* I would have to say his mother--and his heartbreak. Um, "It occurs to me that Edwin's life was heavily affected by homophobic society, but Monty was pretty isolated from other people and queer history/culture. How might he have adapted to going out into the dating world on his own?" Ooh, I don't know. I think--you know, in the world of "Dead Boy Detectives"--um, I kind of like the way. . . it wasn't that big a deal that Monty was a queer character. Um, I like the--how natural it felt, and how--um, yeah, I don't know, I just really loved that. And I think, um, I know that's really a big part of Edwin's. . . um, y'know, arc. And so I think it was nice for Monty to be kind of just confident and um, naive, in a way, to that. . . side of--of things, you know what I mean? And I think that's what made him so wonderful and. . .um, sweet. And lovable. I love Monty, and I'm so happy that you loved him, too. "Thanks so much for your work, and your answering these questions." Oh my gosh. Of course, anytime, Shay. Thank you so much for watching "Dead Boy Detectives". Thank you for supporting me again. Um, it seriously means the world. I hope I get to meet you one day, um, and answer more questions, and give you a big hug. But, until then, *gestures between his face and the phone* we're just gonna' have to do it through the screen. Um, but yes, thank you for all the love, um, and, I'll see you soon! *aggressively peck-kisses the phone camera* Bye! *sing-song cutie voice*

Loved this so much! And I still do love Monty <3

Joshua Colley is still on Cameo if you'd like to support him.

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‘The Handmaid’s Tale’ Star Max Minghella on Nick’s Fate: ‘Nobody Could Accuse Them of Pandering’

Max Minghella’s Commander Nick Blaine is no more.

Near the end of the penultimate episode of “The Handmaid’s Tale,” what had been a relatively simple piece of sabotage turned into a suicide mission for Bradley Whitford’s turncoat Commander Joseph Lawrence. He was forced to board a Commanders-only flight with an explosive device he’d hoped to leave behind before the others arrived, but when Commander Wharton (Josh Charles) invited Lawrence onto the plane, he had no choice other than to join them. Unaware of what awaited them was Nick, who spent his final moments aloft asking Lawrence whether June was all right, and then recalling that she’d often told him to leave Gilead behind, which he’d ignored. 

Nick was right to be concerned. Previously in the season, Nick, whose vexed love affair with Elisabeth Moss’ protagonist June has provided the show its central bad romance, promised her he’d finally bring her to freedom — after having already exposed June’s plans to Commander Wharton, Nick’s archconservative father-in-law. 

Through the run of the series, Nick’s vacillations between attempting to help June and a persistent loyalty to the theocracy that’s grinding her down have made for a complicated drumbeat underneath the show’s action and politics: He’s loyal to her, except when his loyalty to the state and the strongmen who lead it gets in the way. 

All of which has been brought to life by Minghella, a past Emmy nominee for the role and a filmmaker in his own right. (“Shell,” a film he directed starring Elisabeth Moss, played the Toronto International Film Festival last fall.) Speaking to Variety from a film set in Wales, Minghella illuminated his thoughts on the complicated loyalties within Nick and what ties this particular radicalized young man does — and doesn’t — have to our present political moment. 

What did it mean for you that, in Nick’s final moments, he’s discussing and thinking about June? 

It felt very poignant — and consistent with the character and how he’s functioned in the show. He’s really been driven by that relationship. It also was lovely to finish with Bradley, who has become such a dear friend outside the show. That felt right to me, too. 

It’s interesting that your character and Bradley’s are discussing June, because Nick and June had such a fractured love story throughout the series — they had real feeling for one another, but it was all structured and warped by the insane political situation around them. In many ways, they were at odds up until the end. 

I don’t even know if it was the original intention. Lizzie and I didn’t know each other before we started shooting this show. We were relieved to discover that we had not only, I think, some chemistry together on screen, but also really connected as creative partners. So that was probably reflected more in the narrative. I always looked forward to their scenes, and I think she did too.

I imagine that, over time, the writers began to write toward the chemistry and relationship you two shared.

I don’t know the answer to that. I’ve always been blissfully unaware of the inner workings of “The Handmaid’s Tale,” mostly out of trust in the writing team and the creative leadership of the show. It’s been wonderful not to have to think too much about these kinds of decisions. 

I find the character of Nick to be very poignant because — and I hope this doesn’t offend you — he’s fundamentally weak. And so he is very easily led by strong male figures, which is how he first gets involved in Gilead, and what keeps drawing him back toward its leadership. Was it challenging to play someone that slippery and indecisive? 

That has been there since the first season. We don’t tend to know a huge amount about the backstory of the characters in this show, but in the first season, we were offered small flashbacks of who each of these people were before this all happened. In the case of Nick, you really, in a short amount of time, get a clear sense of who he was, and how his combination of a lack of education and, clearly, an abusive upbringing has led to him clinging to paternal figures that show up over the course of the story. 

I thought Josh was a really clever piece of casting for this reason, and Josh and I talked about this a lot. You see a lot of this in the real world: I think that young men who get fundamentalized or can easily be led astray are often looking for a strong male role model that they might lack in some way. So I thought that was quite clever. And I thought that Wharton is the worst man we’ve had in Gilead, and yet he’s probably the most self-possessed and assertive. So while he’s a very malevolent character, I think there’s a security that leads Nick astray. 

Are you familiar with the so-called “manosphere” — this alternate media landscape where podcasters and content creators are sharing right-wing-coded ideas about what it means to be a strong man?

I’m not hyper-aware of that. I saw that show “Adolescence,” and I think it touches on some of that stuff you’re talking about. This is probably not the answer you’re hoping for, but what I’ve always found so interesting about “The Handmaid’s Tale” is that it’s a text from 1985, right? And it’s quite timeless in the themes and ideas it’s exploring. The show has had a kind of classical bent, and I’ve always leaned on that — it’s steeped as much in real history as it is in classical literature. And I’ve always enjoyed the melodramatic arcs of the show. It doesn’t shy away from the operatic elements of the story.

I think what you’re saying has to do with what Margaret Atwood has said — that her novel isn’t intended to be about present-day America, in that she can point to scenarios throughout history of misogyny and abuse. 

We’re guilty of thinking that something is new when it’s actually cyclical in our history. We often think some of the ideas we’re engaging with are happening to us for the first time, when they echo in eternity.

Speaking of the archetypal aspects of Nick himself, that same weakness we discussed brings him low. Earlier in the season, after promising to June he was finally going to break with Gilead and move with her to Paris, it’s revealed that he had betrayed her plans to Commander Wharton. Were you surprised, reading that in the script for the first time?

It wasn’t like I discovered the information as I was reading it. Lizzie and I were talking together, on a different project, before this season. So for the first time, I was quite privy to the direction of the character [before receiving scripts]. 

Transparently, I was very surprised by where they were going to take Nick in Season 6, because it was quite different to how he served the show previously. Not to get too macro about it, but the Nick and June relationship has been a reprieve from the more tense thematic elements of the show. And so to ground that relationship, then, into some of the darker, more nihilistic points-of-view that we have to explore in “The Handmaid’s Tale,” I was surprised by it — but interested in it as an actor. And certainly nobody could accuse them of pandering. 

I don’t know that I would have played everything the same in the past had I known that was where we were going to land. But that’s probably just naiveté on my part, so I wouldn’t say there was any shock. I just thought it was an interesting and bold decision.

I would agree that it’s not a final season that is pulling punches.

It’s really hard to finish a show. I’m not jealous of anybody who’s responsible for that. But as I watched a lot of the episodes recently, I found it tremendously satisfying to see again — on a visceral, emotional level — revenge being delivered in a satisfying way. And I hope that audiences will enjoy not only the dense aspects of the show but also some emotional retribution. 

[chameleon3]

crying because ethan hawke liked one of josh charles' posts. that's so fucking sweet imagine having a friendship that lasted that long