#ncthanwinters

[luckymcavoy-blog]

“so in the space of one singular week, i’ve almost broken multiple bones, been stuck up a tree, accused of faking my accent, and now i’ve apparently adopted this little guy.” lucky gestured with a nod to the small cat that was presently curled up asleep on the arm of his sofa. the presently unnamed feline had decided to claim lucky upon being rescued from the tree. “who, by the way, is surprisingly okay with mario and luigi. what’s occurring in your life, bud?” the scotsman shifted his position on the sofa, resting his feet on the coffee table in front of him and folding his arms across his chest as he focused his attention on @ncthanwinters. “my life is desperately calling for either some normality or a 3am road trip – i haven’t decided which yet.”

[emcryhqs]

          ( @ncthanwinters ) after an excruciatingly humbling shoot, emery was ready to collapse onto the very floor she shuffled on. she didn’t know what was wrong, but emery’s mind was absolutely everywhere but in the scene that she was in, and the crew were aware. she just hoped that the sinking feeling in her stomach would disappear soon, but she knew deep down that she would probably have to force it away one way or another. closing the door of her dressing room behind her, emery scanned the hallway in search of anyone to distract her from her thoughts, even a measly intern would do at that point. Seeing Nathan was even better, though, her kindred acting spirit glowing as he spoke to someone from the set in front of his own dressing room. hoisting her bag further up on her shoulder, emery bee-lined to her costar without a care, knowing it would be rude to chime in on a conversation moments after the crap she pulled on set. however, all of her cares were flushed away, and she pulled on nathan’s sleeve once she made her way to him. ‘   hey, buddy.   ‘ there was a pleading look in her deep brown hues. ‘   can we talk ? when you’re done?   ‘ she gestured toward the crew member, stepping away from the pair, finger pointing in the direction she would be going.

[vxrgcs]

text → nathan

MIA: can i borrow your beautiful little face for a bit?

MIA: i have a quick makeup change during saturday night's show and i'd like to practice on someone, but the cast members are too 'busy'

[xomoralisa]

Having not seen @ncthanwinters for the better part of the whole day’s work - a tough feat ,given they didn’t actually work in too many different locations at once - Lisa had chosen to resort to desperate measures. Once she’d procured the necessary items to go through with her mission, she stopped in front of the male’s trailer, knocking strongly against the door. “Nathan? There’s something that smells very strongly of watermelon but actually packs more of a flavor punch in my hand out here. I mean, I could share it with you if you let me in, or I could just hand it over to some of the crew. Are you busy in there?” It was hard to tell, sometimes, when her fellow actor was just having one of those days where he’d rather not interact with the public, or when they just happened to have constant bad timing. Either way, and having failed to keep the chips safe from her own hands, she knew the small packet of chewing gum could help in some way. Though not precisely when it came to her patience.

[go-lights]

@ncthanwinters “attention guys... there are sour skittles at crafty right now. i repeat, sour skittles at crafty. get your asses here before the grips demolish the lot.” phone tucked between her ear and shoulder – potentially unseen amongst a mass of fuchsia curls – harry busied herself with the few skittles in one hand as she relayed the critical message to her fellow electricians. it wasn’t until a few moments later that she noticed the presence of another lingering nearby. without turning to face them, and still with a few skittles in her hand, she warned, “if you’re here for the skittles, i’m gonna have to fight you for them. my guys will never forgive me if they’re all gone by the time they get here.”