#luke huffman

[steelbluehome]

Sebastian Stan (Scott Huffman) and Asher Miles Fallica (Luke Huffman) in The Last Full Measure. Their scenes, their behind the scenes, and Sebastian giving Asher a ginormous teddy bear!

The original teddy bear video, with original audio, on @musette22's blog, here.

[sapphicprentiss]

Jennifer Jareau in Criminal Minds: Evolution 'North Star'

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[therearemorethings]

Ok, I'm loving the Gold Star case, is so good. I'm loving the throwback to the beginnings of the BAU. Felicity freaking Huffman. I'm loving Rossi's and Emily's one on ones, Emily and JJ, Emily and Tara. I'm loving that Luke's still acting like a love puppy around Penelope. I respect what they're doing with Tyler' character. I love that they are taking socially significant themes like conspiracy theories and AI manipulation, and placing them in the story. I love that they are kind of remembering that everyone on the team has a personal life, not just JJ, and that they're all friends, first. I'm loving the music, the production, the directing. The quality of this season is amazing.

CME 17 is redeeming the last five seasons of Criminal Minds. I won't get tired of saying it.

We just need Garvez to become canon and it'll reach perfection.

[storiesofsvu]

Okay, im gonna preface this by saying that i normally post these directly after watching, so the chaos no context makes a little bit more sense but i was way too tired to deal with uploading after the ep last night... reading it back.... i DID enjoy the episode and did think it was a good one! props to director Aisha. i just think that *between* the eps this season, they keep flitting back and fourth between the style of how they're executing adding in new unsubs/connections to gold star/whatever and my brain can't follow it sometimes (esp at 2 in the morning when i'm getting tired lol).

Alright, considering I normally stay up til the crack of dawn something about making me stay up til 2am for these eps makes me exhausted. I blame the heat. Here we go!

I know that the format of the show is to keep us connected with individual ep unsubs, but none of us CARE. Either make us fully invested in the gold star/north star shit, OR make it the back seat story arc while these new unsubs are suddenly the bau’s focus like they did in the last season!!!

…unless that was morse code and is connected..

BUT STILL!

Make it make sense and be connected to the viewer before starting the scene

I don’t give a fuck about these guys…. Give me the people im waiting for

If you want me to care about eps that are stylized like cm s 1-15 then you have to make them ALL that way, you can’t pick and choose. Make me focus on gold star/elias/Jade from the last couple eps or nothing. You cant switch styles halfway through the season… no matter how intriguing that COULD be im automatically uninterested because its not the same style

Is tyler getting paid for this shit? Or is he just like.. hanging out and having fun?

LLOOLLL not Emily profiling tylers handwriting

PLEASE give us more and ALL dr tara lewis, she’s already been unappreciated as a character, but as a DOCTOR, please, she so smrt. Give us all if it

AS IF that many boxes contain EVERYTHING for four years!

Dad!rossi: I forbid you

Em: fuck you dad imma do it anyway

LOOOLL “ive never been forbidden before…” THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT SOMEONE SAYS BEFORE THEY DEFY ORDERS. I WOULD KNOW

Ok.. NOW this unsub storyline has caught my attention but I am confused lol. Seems very heartbreaking either way

God Emily is so fucking gorgeous

Jfc how smart is tyler?? Imma need to do a deep dive on this…

Man voit is a better fucking profiler than half the team, if he wasn’t…. ya know… a serial killer.. LOL

HHAHAHAHA omg tyler

Yess! Another VVERY NATURAL FUCK! I don’t care what anyone says, the more natural swears are the ones that I love the most!

Garcia’s so fucking hot…

Hotch “left the unit a few years ago” bruh that was at least a decade

LOL JILL IS ME

NOT FELICITY HUFFMAN OPENING WITH A FUCK

JFC. SHES SO HOT its giving elizabeth Mitchell

Looooolllll fucking rossi…

Jj and luke work super well together and I love it

Loooll Emily throwing tyler in last minute just like she planned and jill calling her on it RIGHT AWAY LOL

NOT THE GUILT TRIP LOL

“not even Jason was this manipulative”

WTF??? This some supernatural/insane shit. Is the wife even alive anymore?? Is he hallucinating that?

Aaand jj and luke have figured it out and this shit is fire

They got this girl locked up like joe from you

Jesus CHRIST this took a twist and I love it but AGAIN, I would love it so much more If it was the primary focus of the ep

Ooooo CALLED IT

God that’s heartbreaking

How THE FUCK DOES SICARIOUS STILL HAVE ACCES TO HIS NETWORK IN JAIL??

OMG Jill instantly hugging Penelope makes me SO WARM

Uuggghhh jill being dragged back into this is not fucking fair.. like… she left.. Jason DEFINTELY left.. that poor queen

JESUS that cut to rossi was straight out of a horror film where he WAS THE KILLER jfc

[forthegoob]

Random thoughts on season 17 episode 7 :

Joe Goldberg style.

Oh Aisha, what a brilliant twisted mind of your. Your shot are amazing.

If Luke hold the baby at some point in the episode my ovaries will explode.

... The outfit of Penelope. Hello Queen ? I have the same skirt :)

Aww, Luke is affected by the fact the BAU are behind North Star. Honey, you didn't wrote this papers.

Tyler Green smiling ?! Did this happened before ?

OH, I have an anecdote. Back in, 2007 maybe, our dear mister french president Nicolas Sarkozy, wanted to send psychiatrist in kindergartens to identify children who could possibly become delinquent.

BAU files from 93 to 97 ? They need Spencer on that one.

Friends ? FRIENDS ? "Finally" oh Luke, you convince no one here... So it's the end of hope for Garvez, isn't it ? It's seems like they just leave that here. Ok there is the all thing about keep digging and finding treasure but... She kind of "friendzone" him in front of JJ.

Sabbatical ? Because you can't tell her he is on a mission, or because it's a hole in the story again ?

Prediction : Emma and the baby are both already dead.

Obviously Rossi slept with Gideon's wife. He was a dog at the time.

"Folie à deux", please say it again Luke. *Blushing*.

JJ and Luke work well, but I miss Tara and Luke.

Of course they made the long shot on Reid's desk, so we can identify with Jill's nostalgia.

The case story was good. We nearly have a case like in the good old days. I even had sympathy for Emma at some point.

Jill Gideon is already a brilliant character. Felicity Huffman was a smart choice, she is an amazing actress.

I wanna talk about criminology and psychology so bad, but I can't because I'm shit in English T_T I have so much though beyond just finding Luke cute. I swear it's frustrating...

[thewomanwhowatchedchristmas]

Scrooge: A Christmas Carol (2022)

I actually watched this last year, but for some reason didn't review it. Anyway, I needed a re-watch to remember all the gory details.

This Netflix animation is a good one, friends. They've really hit their sweet spot with Christmas animation. It's the classic Christmas ghost story we know and love with Ebeneezer Scrooge (Luke Evans) introduced at the top as a miser with a soft spot for his dog, Prudence. Honestly, the addition of Prudence made this redemption arc a lot more believable for me. Anyway, so, Mr. Scrooge bumps into his nephew Harry Huffman (Fra Fee), who invites him to Christmas dinner as Mr. Scrooge is shaking down Tom Jenkins (Giles Terera) for 25 pounds on Christmas Eve. Of course, Tom Jenkins doesn't have it and Scrooge doesn't have patience for Tom or Harry (maybe he would for Dick, but who's to say), so Scrooge doubles his debt and heads back to his office with Bob Cratchit (Johnny Flynn).

As usual, the first ghost who visits Scrooge is his late business partner, Jacob Marley (Jonathan Pryce). He tells Scrooge about how his greed in life lead to him being chained in death and how Scrooge needs to change his ways to save himself.

Then, the ghost of Christmas Past (Olivia Colman) shows up and takes him through past Christmases with his sister Jen (Jemima Lucy Newman), his old love Isabel Fezziwig (Jessie Buckley), and his old boss Mr. Fezziwig (James Cosmo). Scrooge relives some of the best and worst moments of his life.

The second ghost, of course, is the ghost of Christmas Present (Trevor Dion Nicholas). Present shows him Harry's Christmas party that Scrooge blew off yet again where Harry's wife Hela Huffman (Sheena Bhattessa) goes on about how much Scrooge sucks. A similar scene unfolds at the Cratchit residence during toasts.

Finally, the silent ghost of Christmas Yet to Come takes Scrooge to the future where we find Tom Jenkins and all the other people who owe Scrooge money are celebrating his death with song and dance. Inappropriate, but I would do the same if one person dying meant my student loans stopped existing. Scrooge also discovers the unfortunate death of Tiny Tim Cratchit (Olliver Jenkins and Rupert Turnbull).

We know that when Ebeneezer Scrooge wakes up on Christmas day, he's a changed man and he saves Tiny Tim and makes up with his nephew Harry. It's a classic story told several times in several different ways. So what's special about this one? Well, the original songs are a nice touch. It's a little spooky, which it should be! It's a ghost story! The voice actors in this are phenomenal, and the animation is also really beautiful. Overall, 4.5 stars.

[beni75]

1-. Faye-Grant

2-. Fernando Carrillo

3-. a 5-. Fergie y Josh Duhamel cuando eran pareja

6-. a 8-. Fernando Andina (en la 7 con Rocío Muñoz-Cobo)

9-. y 10-. Fernando Gil

11-. Fernando Guillén Cuervo y los Estopa

12-. Fernando Guillén y su hijo, Fernando Guillén Cuervo

13-. filmando el texto inicial de Star Wars

14-. finn y la princesa chicle (hora de aventuras) - fanart, desconozco autoría

15-. Félix Rodríguez de la Fuente

16-. Felicity Huffman y William H. Macy

17-. Luke, Andrew y Owen Wilson

[sir-huffman]

*Stares at the TWO UGLY ASS FATUI NPC BASTARDS...*

❝...𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗽𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴... ❞

[ruleof3bobby]

BOMB CITY (2017) Grade: C+

Sometimes a little over the top w the dialogue & blocking, but I loved the DP work thy did. Sad film. 

[tabloidtoc]

National Enquirer, July 1

Cover: Felicity Huffman exposes Lori Loughlin’s lies in college cheating scandal 

Page 2: Morgan Freeman retiring to his farm in Mississippi 

Page 3: Jim Carrey’s drug-fueled life exposed 

Page 4: Sandra Bullock risking $200M fortune without a prenup, Mick Jagger has three doctors and keeps a defibrillator nearby while on tour with the Rolling Stones 

Page 5: Robert De Niro’s estranged wife Grace Hightower filed papers in divorce court challenging their prenup, Jack Nicholson refuses to acknowledge love child Tessa Gourin 

Page 6: Michael Jackson’s secret cremation leaves victims powerless to prove abuse claims 

Page 7: Bill Cosby love child bombshell 

Page 8: New fears for skin-and-bones Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie’s animal-obsessed kids are begging their warring but well-heeled parents to build them their own zoo 

Page 9: Barbra Streisand rushed to the hospital as weight and stress push her to the brink 

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Heidi Pratt and Audrina Patridge, Tom Hanks, Paul Rudd and Selena Gomez 

Page 11: Secret wedding and a baby for Rihanna, Kanye West wants three more babies 

Page 12: Straight Shuter -- Anthony Anderson, Ariana Grande’s brother Frankie has been caught sending photos of his private parts to other gay men, Gwen Stefani will make millions less than Blake Shelton on The Voice, Lindsay Lohan and little sister Aliana are no longer speaking because limelight hog Lindsay followed Ali into the music studio, Bravo won’t grow the Real Housewives franchise after tests failed in several cities 

Page 13: Channing Tatum is getting heat for ditching his friends and career for Jessie J, Jay Leno’s bizarre bromance with Caitlyn Jenner is too close for comfort for his wife, Taron Egerton caught in pot joint in L.A. 

Page 14: True Crime 

Page 15: Kim Jong Un fed a rebel general to piranhas 

Page 16: Cover Story -- College bribe scandal deepens -- Felicity Huffman’s plea deal destroys Lori Loughlin’s trial defense 

Page 18: Real Life 

Page 19: They haven’t been together for nearly 30 years but Tommy Lee still haunts unhinged Heather Locklear enough to drive her into rehab, failed pop star Charles Edwards ditched both the Backstreet Boys and NSYNC and was arrested for trespassing 

Page 21: Feeble Phil Collins struggles to perform on his current tour and can’t even stand on stage, Beach Boys legend Brian Wilson is being urged to quit touring before he lands in the loony bin 

Page 22: Kate Middleton and Meghan Markle’s catfight ruins Prince William’s birthday 

Page 23: How to date after losing your one and only 

Page 24: Health Watch 

Page 28: After a messy breakup with his stunning 32-year-old model girlfriend Santa Auzina 65-year-old Dennis Quaid has shacked up with brainy 26-year-old Laura Savoie, Cher spent thousands of dollars for a cemetery plot next to the love of her life Sonny Bono 

Page 30: New bombshell in bitter NCIS feud -- Pauley Perrette says Mark Harmon terrifies her and she has nightmares about it 

Page 32: Fears for out-of-control Cuba Gooding Jr., O.J. Simpson’s victim Ron Goldman’s sister Kim is firing back at him with an ten-episode podcast called Confronting O.J. 

Page 36: Popular Hollywood couple Ted Danson and Mary Steenburgen lead separate lives, dumped Bradley Cooper crying on Lady Gaga’s shoulder, Hollywood Hookups -- Chris Pratt and Katherine Schwarzenegger wed, Wendy Williams dating a convicted felon half her age 

Page 38: Robert Downey Jr. played matchmaker to a prison pal while he was behind bars in 1999, Robert Blake offered to pay Bonny Lee Bakley’s own brother to kill her so he could have an alibi 

Page 42: Red Carpet Stars & Stumbles -- Lucy Liu, Marisa Tomei, Tina Fey, Judith Light 

Page 44: Movie Links -- Can you name the films these stars appeared in together to link Sophie Turner through Michael Fassbender to Luke Evans without checking IMDB? 

Page 45: Spot the Differences -- Adrienne Bailon and Mickey Mouse 

[quill-pen]

A Christmas Confession pt. 1 (Married!ScroogeXReader)

I know, I know! I said I wouldn't post up much more for the story and that I'd only do some requests and headcannon stuff, but since listening to that gorgeous cover of 'Come What May' by Luke, my brain has been fraught with inspiration. And when I followed through with it, it turned into something just a little bit bigger because I've been dying to write Ebenezer being a loving Uncle figure to children. So here we are!

Part two will come along in a bit and bring with it quite a bit more romance. *wink* Right now, enjoy sweet Uncle Ebby with some adorable little girls plus YOU!

Note: Remember, the main idea of the story is you are Marley's estranged daughter raised in America but returned to England to live (for many complicated reasons) in your early to mid-20s (younger half-siblings now included because I want to write father-figure Scrooge and the Cratchit kids and street urchins can't always be around). For the many complicated reasons previously mentioned, you have married Ebenezer--a dear friend--and are struggling with the situation because you truly have feelings for the man, but are convinced he couldn't possibly feel the same.

Also, too late for Christmas stuff? NOT WHEN IT COMES TO 'A CHRISTMAS CAROL'. If Ebenezer can keep Christmas in his heart alive all the year, then why can't I?!

Enjoy!

Pairing: Ebenezer Scrooge x F!Reader (married)

Warnings: None, unless you count pining and seriously adorable Uncle Ebenezer with cute kids.

Summary: Christmas time has come again! This time, (probably at the behest of the children) you and Scrooge have invited the Cratchits and the Huffmans to stay with you for Christmas Eve so that you may all enjoy a Christmas morning together. You and Ebenezer agree to put the children to bed so that the Cratchits might have a break. For once!

A/N: Don't worry--we will get Prudence in the next part! And as always, insanely soft Scrooge.

And if anyone has any idea what the other Cratchit girls besides Kathy (who by all rights would probably be Belinda IDK why so many names got changed in this thing) are, let me know. Because right now, I'm just naming them things that sound right.

Part 2

A Christmas Confession pt. 1

Arms crossed over your chest, you leaned against the doorpost and watched with a small smile on your face as Millie and the young Cratchit girls knelt at the side of the bed, heads bowed and hands clasped in the nightly prayer: “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep….”  Once they’d finished the recitation, they went around the bed, each thanking or praying to God individually about something or someone in turn.  Millie started off the round: “I thank you, God, for sending us the baby Jesus.  And I also pray that my friend Betty in Cincinnati has a nice Christmas this year.  She told me in her letters she was wanting a new doll and a dress--I hope she gets them.  I would just like a pony, with Christmas ribbons in its mane and tail.  Thank you, God.”

You fought back the urge to laugh at that, successfully turning it into a quiet snort.  Oh, you’re adorable but highly tenacious baby sister!  Even at six years old, you could already tell you were in for a whirlwind of a time raising her up.  God help you when the teenage years came! 

A large, warm hand enclosed over your shoulder, drawing your attention away from the children to see Ebenezer standing just behind you.  “How are we coming?” he murmured, eyes on the girls.

“We’re just finishing up our prayers,” you whispered back.  “How are the boys?”

“Tucked in, waiting for you to come say goodnight.”

You gave him a look of disbelief.  “What?!  You mean to tell me you have that rowdy lot in bed already?  How on earth did you beat me?”

The silver-haired man flashed you one of his divinely roguish smirks, making your knees feel the slightest bit wobbly.  “I, my fine lady, am a man of many talents,” he whispered mysteriously.

Raising an eyebrow you smirked back.  “Hmm, bribed them with sovereigns.  I see.”  You tsked your tongue and shook your head at him.  “Cheater.”

Ebenezer didn’t even try to deny it, just merely burred that beautiful chuckle of his that stirred your soul.

The two of you fell silent and watched on as the girls continued on around their individual prayers.  Ebenezer’s hand stayed on your shoulder, a wonderful, gentle, steady, and warm weight that conversely sent shivers tingling along your nerves.  Oh, how you wished he’d put that hand around your waist and pull you into him, as close as a real wife should be.  Or at least take one of your own hands into it and twine your delicate fingers together with his attractively large ones.  There was no hope for it--you wanted to be completely and utterly possessed by him.  Not merely carnally (though that in itself was a major appeal) but in the soft, devoted, domestic way too; the way you’d see the Cratchits and Huffmans behave towards each other; the way you’d see couples walking the street act; the way you’d grown up watching your mother and step-father interact.  What you would have given to be totally and completely the woman of the house--to be Ebenezer’s woman.

But there was no point in pining for things that wouldn’t come to pass, so you forced your mind away from the concept and put it back on the girls, who were coming to the end of their personal prayers.  Millie added in one last time: “Also, God, I know I’m still just a little girl, but I’d take really good care of a pony if I had one.  I promise--cross my heart.  Honest.  Amen.”

Again you snorted, and you heard the man beside you rumble out another amused chuckle as well.  “She certainly knows how to work the system,” he remarked.

“Oh, she’s completely incorrigible,” you told him.  With that, you moved back into the room (regretfully slipping out from Ebenezer’s touch as you did) and approached the children.  “All right, girls, very good.  Now let’s get into bed.”  You pulled back the thick covers and watched as they all filed between them one by one.  

“We’re not sleepy yet,” Tilda and Maggie protested, despite snuggling in next to Millie.

“We want to stay up and try to catch Father Christmas!” Alice added enthusiastically.

An entire chorus of excited agreement went up from the girls

“But he won’t come unless you’re all sound asleep,” you countered, smiling the slightest bit.  Oh, to be a child on Christmas Eve again!

“Why?” sweet little Judith asked.

All five sets of eyes shined brightly up at you in innocence and wonderment, awaiting an answer.  An answer that you, admittedly, were a little bit stumped over.  “Um… well… that’s just always been the way it is.”

“But why?” Millie pressed further.

“Because that’s how Father Christmas’ magic works!”

You and the girls turned to see Ebenezer coming into the room, slate-blue eyes as bright and shining as the children’s.  He smiled and winked at you as he moved towards the bed.  You felt your heart flutter just a bit, the slightest warmth of a blush color your cheeks.  Thank God the flickering firelight would help conceal it.  

The tall man went around the bed and sat on the side opposite you, beaming down at the snuggled-up little girls in a way that made your heart positively melt.  “You see, girls, Father Christmas has a very special kind of magic that can only work when you are all asleep,” Ebenezer twisted up his face in a comically sneaky way and peered around conspiratorially as if he were about to relay a very important secret that only they were supposed to hear and then whispered, “because the magic is fueled by your Christmas dreams!”

You made saucer-wide eyes along with the girls and exclaimed, “Ooooh!” 

“Yes,” Ebenezer continued.  “That’s why you must all sleep tonight so that you may dream and give Father Christmas all the power he needs for his magic to work.  Why without your dreams to help him, he would never be able to travel the world and deliver presents to all the little boys and girls!  And we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“No!” Judith exclaimed, her eyes twice the size they normally were and so full of sweet innocence it broke your heart.  She clutched her dolly preciously to her.  

“No,” Ebenezer agreed with a serious shake of his silvery head.  “I didn’t think so.  So off to sleep for each of you.”

“How come we have to go to bed, but the grown-ups don’t have to?” Maggie asked.

“Yeah, shouldn’t they be sleeping so their dreams can help the magic too?” Tilda added.

That time it was Ebenezer’s turn to look stumped.  Clearly, he hadn’t thought that far ahead in his story.  “Um… w-well-”

“Grown-ups’ dreams aren’t as powerful as children’s dreams,” you came to his rescue.  “But we make up for it by helping Santa in making sure that all of the children go to bed on time so that he has enough magic when he needs it.”

“Precisely!” Ebenezer brightened, smiling gratefully at you.  Then he became very serious and stern as he turned to the girls again.  “Which is why you must all go to bed at once,” he ordered, poking a ticklish finger into each little girl's tummy, causing them to squeal with laughter.  “Because if you do not go to sleep, we will be failing in our duty to Father Christmas!  Understood?”

Still giggling, the girls all sounded off: “Yes, sir!”

“Very good!” Scrooge said, voice still gruff like a Sergeant Major General’s.  “Now, good night!”  With a devilish gleam in his eyes, the man loomed down over the girls and gave them each a good hard nuzzle on the face with his cheeks, evilly chuckling ‘good night’ over and over.  The girls laughed harder and tried to push him away, shrieking and squealing about his “whisker tickles”.  That only made him continue with more vigor.

You couldn’t help but laugh right along with them.  “Ebenezer, at this rate you’ll get them so stirred up again they’ll never be able to sleep for Santa!”

Laughing as well, Ebenezer pulled back to give you an acquiescent smile.  “I suppose you are right, my dear.  Without these little ones’ dreams, Father Christmas may never get his sleigh off the ground!”  With that, he turned back to the girls and leaned back in, only this time to administer gentle kisses to their brows.  Each girl gave him a return kiss on the cheek; Millie went a bit further to reach up and hold his face in place as she blew a wet raspberry into his muttonchop.  (The man grimaced but judging how he still smiled, he didn’t seem to mind too much.)  “Good night, my lovies,” Ebenezer murmured softly, an adoring gentleness in his blue eyes.  “Sweet dreams and happy Christmas.”

“Good night, Uncle Ebby!” the girls chorused as he stood to leave.

“Right to sleep now,” you told the girls as you too stood up and began to leave.  “No talking.  Remember Santa’s counting on you to help him work tonight.”

“Yes, Y/N/Auntie Y/N!”

There was still the faint noise of giggling and whispered chatter as you closed the door, but it was quickly beginning to die down.  Ebenezer’s magic had worked.

A mildly disgusted groan caused you to turn and find the man in question wiping at his spittle-slicked cheek with his handkerchief.  

You giggled and pulled out your own handkerchief from your sleeve.  “Here, let me.  Your silky thing won’t do the job.” 

With a grateful smile, Ebenezer gentlemanly bowed his face towards you.  "That girl is going to be a menace to society, I tell you," he said, only half-jokingly.

You hummed in agreement as you cleaned him up, still having to stand a bit on tiptoe to do so (lovely, tall man…).  "Don't I know it?  She is her father's daughter--George was a… character.  But I adored him.”  You gave him a knowing smile.  “Just as you adore Millie."

Ebenezer gave you a playful scowl, the softness in his eyes saying you were right.  “You’d better go see the boys now,” he said, once you’d finished drying him off.  “And then we’d better check on the older children to make sure they got themselves to bed.”

You nodded and put your kerchief away.  As you followed him down the hall, you were still thinking about Ebenezer’s story.  You’d never heard anything like it before.  “Where’d you come up with that?” you asked, looking up at him.

The man raised a bushy brow quizzically.  “Beg pardon?”

“The story about Santa’s magic fueled by children’s dreams.  Did you hear that somewhere or did you just make it up on the spot?”

Ebenezer smiled.  “Oh, that.”  He chuckled.  “Well, yes, I did come up with it, as a matter of fact, when my sister and I were children.”  A sort of sad haze came into the man’s beautiful eyes to mix with the happiness of the memory as he reminisced.  “You see, Jen was like any other child on Christmas Eve--well so was I, rather, for a while at least.  Apparently, our parents couldn’t give her a satisfactory answer as to why she should go to bed rather than stay up and wait for Father Christmas.”

“So you came up with the reason for why.”

“Exactly.”

“Did it work?”

“It did.  And Jen would ask me about it every Christmas after, even beyond the point where we stopped believing.”

You smiled and gently nudged the tall man with your shoulder.  “She liked the story,” you said.  “It is a good story, I must say.  Certainly much more fun than what we were given: Mama and George told us if we didn’t go to bed, Santa would simply pass right over our house.  It seemed to do the trick for us.  Although my final year of believing, I did sneak out of bed and stayed up.”  You laughed at the memory.  “Sakes alive, did I give poor old George a fright when he came down early to put the presents out!  He just about took me over his knee to tan my hide!”

“And I take it catching your stepfather was what caused your belief to fade,” Ebenezer surmised, looking a little amused by your story.

“Yes,” you admitted a little forlornly.  “It was sad.  I think it’s always sad when you stop believing in that sort of magic.”

“Yes,” Ebenezer agreed, also looking just a bit sad.  But then he quickly gave you a bright smile.  “But then you discover a new magic in making the old magic for others, and then you begin to believe again.”

“Just in a different way,” you said, understanding his meaning.

The man only beamed in agreement.  “That was a very nice addition to the story, I must say,” he said after a moment.  “The bit about adult dreams not being as powerful as those of children.”

You raised your chin a bit haughtily and flipped a curl of your hair with a smug smile.  “Why thank you, kind sir,” you purred.  “I thought it was inspired.”

Ebenezer chuckled at that.  “You know, I’d forgotten that story,” he remarked as you both pulled up in front of the door to the boys’ room.  “Until now.”  He had a distant, contemplative look in his eyes.

Feeling a bit bold, you reached out and grabbed his hand, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.  You smiled genuinely at him.  “I’m glad you remembered it, Ebenezer,” you told him.  “The girls enjoyed it and… and so did I.  Truly.”

Ebenezer had looked a bit surprised when you’d taken his hand so suddenly.  Now the surprise was fading back into warmth and affection.  He squeezed your hand back.  “Then I shall strive never to forget it again, Y/N.”  

There was something in his manner; something extremely soft and unknown to you in his voice and gaze; something that warmed your being from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.  For the umpteenth time, your heart fluttered--your breath caught in your throat.  You may not have known what it was, but you knew you never wanted him to stop looking at or talking to you like that.  Could… could he possibly- the thought was dismissed from your mind before it even had time to fully process.  No.  No, it wasn’t that; it wasn’t possible.  Ebenezer saw you as his very dear friend and that was all; he would never look at you or speak to you in a way other than that.  It was just fanciful thinking on your part that that warmth in his manner could be something more.  Merely wishes.  It was simply the merriment of the evening and the excess joy of the children rubbing off on everyone, enhancing every emotion.  It was the spirit of Christmas--that was all.

You shook your head, clearing off the daze.  “Well,” you said, clearing your throat before adding significant volume to your tone so you would be heard through the door, “we’d better go make sure these boys are asleep!”  With that, you, rather reluctantly, let go of Ebenezer’s hand.  And if you weren’t so deadset on Ebenezer seeing you as nothing more than a friend, you could have sworn his release was reluctant as well.

@the-house-of-auditore-frye @oldmanlusting

[bluecollarfilm]

Bomb City (2018)

Winter 1997. Amarillo, Texas. Brian Deneke is known for his green mohawk and undying passion for punk music. He throws punk shows with his friends at a rundown venue known as "Bomb City." Brian, along with many of his fellow punks, refuses to conform to the conservative culture that surrounds them. Their radical appearances stir social intolerance within the community, particularly with Cody Cates, a high school jock who assimilates to a pack known as "white-hatters." After losing a football game, Cody and a few other white-hatters have an altercation with several of the punks. This conflict ignites a series of hostile encounters between the two groups, climaxing one evening with a horrific, violent street fight. The night would soon become notorious for being one of the most controversial hate crimes in modern American culture. Based on a true story.

Directed by:   Jameson Brooks

Starring:   Dave Davis, Logan Huffman, Lorelei Linklater, Henry Knotts, Eddie Hassell, Maemae Renfrow, Luke Shelton, Dominic Ryan Gabriel, Glenn Morshower

Release date:   February 9, 2018

[theveronicasdirectory]

Happy Australian (day ahead) birthday @loganhuffman77, love from me and the hundreds of people waiting in line at the Los Angeles DMV 🎉❤️ PS obviously I'll write a better post tomorrow I'm just posting this as there isn't a lot else to do at the DMV... AND you do deserve 2 days of birthday wishes 😍😊

[eurynome827]

Morning Glory

For @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love In Bloom Challenge - today's flower is Morning Glory which represents "affection". This is actually one of my favorite flowers and some of my own are in the moodboard, can't wait until they start blooming! Here's some sweet domesticity with Scott Huffman.

No Warnings but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

Once the weather was warmer, it was nicer to put the baby in the stroller and walk to school. No more rushing everyone into winter coats and hats and scarves and then buckling in for a short ride. It meant leaving the house a little earlier but that meant you could all walk out with Daddy.

You walked past the trellis covered in bright green vines and dotted with the pink and purple and blue morning glories - seeds planted when you and Scott had first moved in had now taken over and climbed towards the sky, the colorful fireworks of flowers there to greet your family with the rising sun.

Scott pushed the stroller until you reached the sidewalk with you carrying his briefcase for him. Luke happily gave high fives and a quick hug before Scott kissed you goodbye for the day.

"See you tonight."

Whispered I love yous and soft glances as you part. Scott drives to the office and you push the stroller down the sidewalk, Luke chattering at your side before he's safely ensconced at school.

When your little family is reunited in the glow of evening, all those flowers are closed up tightly into little buds, sleeping the night away. With the sun comes the blooms to witness the start of a new day and mark another affectionate morning.

[otverzhennyy]

🐗🐺 @sir-huffman​​. 

It was about midnight when a knight arrived at the hotel. Tied tightly with a ribbon was a brown package to be delivered to a certain Viktor Mikhailov’s room. On top of it was a handwritten note with beautifully generic golden cursive letters spelling out “Happy Birthday”.

Inside contained a small box of bakery goods as well as an order from the Good Hunter: a meat and cheese platter alongside potato (no bacon) pizza. Ah~ What a selection.

Simple. Sweet. And accompanied by a small bouquet of assorted flowers. All courtesy of the Knights of Favonius. Happy Birthday.

The box was passed from Luke, who passed it to someone else, who passed it to one of the hotel staff who eventually knocked at Viktor’s door, seeing as it was opened for ventilation, with the Fatui writing at his desk.

He never thought he’d blush this hard when receiving such a politically correct present... now everyone was going to wonder why he’d get something like this on his birthday given the association’s relationship with Mondstadt was strenuous at best... or did everyone already knew, Viktor’d rather never know.

How could comforting food pull at his heartstrings like this ? The bastard really did send something after all, and the same way he said he would... the consistency in character was enough for the blond to be swooning. He should probably eat in his room or he would not hear the end of it...

Viktor gently kicked his door with his foot, closing it behind him as he reached out for the pizza to break a piece of it, the food still piping hot. He hadn’t had dinner this evening... and yet he could bring himself to eat a single bite.

It was like his stomach was filled with rocks, with the largest one stuck in his throat. What was going on, he should be delighted with this. Wasn’t this something he enjoyed the most, comforting hot food, silence and tranquility..? He could eat on the small round table of the room, open a window and let the spring night breeze come on in. He knew himself, it would make his evening more pleasant than the others.

The Fatui eyed his luggage. Sternly sitting next to his bed, and the empty half opened wardrobe, as he was ready to leave at any moment from now, with the order to remain at the hotel as to not waste any of his superiors’ time.

... ... ... ... but didn’t they tell him to stay in church at all time, also, back then ? The Snezhnayan peeked at his window, his eye catching one of the numerous kitsch flower bushes decorating the streets of Mondstadt. He looked back at the opened, untouched box of food.

 .  .  .

“ Hey, Luke, you did not have dinner either, right ? Here. Have fun. Share it if you want with whoever, I don’t care. ” “ No, I did not―hey ! What’s all that ?! Wasn’t that the box I just― ”

Too late, the food was shoved into the Fatui guard’s arms and Viktor was already gone, darting into the empty night streets, with only tavern cheers echoing in the distance. He thought of heading to the medical storage first, but... what if it was someone else than Huffman there ? He’d take a gamble.

... aAAAAaaaaAAnnnnDDdd his guts immediately regretted having fast walked to Huffman’s residence. Actually, he had been scared the whole time, for some reason. There was something so oddly comforting about this entryway he had stepped in Celestia knew how many times now, but tonight, it felt kind of―

Viktor looked down at his boots, noticing a black cat had creeped up on him, rubbing his sides against his legs to mark him, making circles around him as he was asking for attention. The blond leaned down, wanting to reach for it, but changed his mind. However, he was so confused with himself and lost in thought he hit his head against the doorknob. Loudly. Which caused him to groan in pain, holding his head. His new friend was startled, but stayed around. Ultimately, Viktor picked up the cat, who laid its paws on his shoulder, clearly used to human contact. When the young man looked back at the door, he noticed a light and―

“ Huffman..! ” His face immediately flushed, like he had been caught red-handed committing a crime. “ I―I... ”

They had just seen each others what, yesterday morning ? Yet seeing the knight’s face, mixed with his confusion, the cat, the sudden impulse to just see him, it was enough to have Viktor’s eyes water right away. Tears the diplomat immediately blinked off before they could roll down his face as he promptly put the animal down.

“ I―hm... I wanted to... I― ”

Well now the cat had screwed everything up. He had thought up the scenario a dozen times in his head, he wanted to skip the embarrassing part and hug the man right away, so they could silently cuddle the night away, but now it felt like he could not, because there was this cat around, and it was not a planned step. He had to pause, not be too rough with it, let it get off his shoulder... all under Huffman’s eyes as he waited.

He could speak, be honest, like he’d always be, although he did not know what he felt at all.

��� I... ” He bit his lip and took a deep breath. “ You know how I said that birthdays are... how they are not so important... at least, mine... I... I always felt like birthdays were thanking someone for being born, but that it got so muddied it became an obligation with no real feelings behind them. It felt so empty. I’d get something to replace some tool I already had, I’d get things people either would rather buy for themselves, or showed that they just saw the surface of my interests. To thank someone for being born, it means that things would not be the same for you if they were not here, that another person could never replace them in your life.

I don’t expect everyone to think of it the same way I do, but... that’s how I see it. I never gave anyone anything outside courtesy gifts, that is until... ” Was he taking too long to get to the point ? Should he walk in already ? It definitely felt like he was taking too long, but he also hoped not. “ What I mean is that I don’t care a single bit if I’m born or not, but I am glad you were. That’s why I don’t care about anyone’s birthday but yours, including mine... the only good thing I had from mine was that I could meet you because of that. ”

He just missed him. It was only taking Viktor way more words than that.

“ I... meant it when I said I did not really care, but now... ... ... Even if it becomes meaningless a present because I will be asking you out loud and it will come more from me than from you. I want... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... I want you to spoil me. Not... materially... I mean, I also don’t want you to go in bed in that wa― unless that’s what you want― I―I mean... I just want you to hold me close, and repeat to me what you like about me. And what you want from me. And what you’d like the future to be. My present... I want you to tell me that you are as happy to be around me as I do, in every sense possible so I can never doubt it... ... ... p―please ? ”

Actually, he could have definitely walked in at any moment, but he might have been too paralyzed to move anything but his mouth to speak.

[noomiisz]

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Hi, I'm Noomi and don't have any preference in pronouns, so call what you would like. I'm 20 years old and made this blog on a whim.

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X reader only

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dominant reader / sub! Male characters

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People can request specific characters, but I'm not very likely to do them. I am more than willing to try characters outside the fandoms I work with because sometimes there isn't enough fanfiction in the world.

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Artem, Luke, Marius, Vyn

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Baizhu, Diluc, Gorou, Huffman, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Tartaglia, Teppei, Thoma, Zhongli

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Asmodeus, Barbatos, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Leviathan, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Solomon, Simeon

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Jumin, Seven, Ray, V, Yoosung, Zen

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Great Ace Attorney

Genshin Impact

Isekai Romance Web-novels/Web-comics

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