#soraya duvall

[javathewildone]

One Day - Heartland AU (Part 34)

Parts: 33, ... 35

People watching was a hell of a pastime. You could learn so much about an individual as well as overall human nature by just observing behaviors and mannerisms of fellow man. Amy spent a great deal of the evening doing just that from her place at the wooden picnic table. She chatted with Soraya for a majority of the time who introduced her to a few of her own friends that showed up, but aside from Ty and Jack, she knew no one well enough to engage in deep conversation. She learned Jack and Lisa were a true opposites attract love story based simply on the clash of rustic cowboys and posh equestrians mingling in the yard. It wasn’t a huge crowd, but enough to make it easy for her to become invisible. 

Wherever Lisa drifted in the crowd, Jack wasn’t far behind. Amy wondered if he even noticed how he gravitated toward his wife. She found herself spending a lot of time watching them interact within the venn diagram of their marriage. It was as fascinating as it was inspiring. Amy knew better than to believe in the fairytale she imagined for their love story without even knowing all of it. Jack’s brooding while Lisa was gone for those few months said a lot. She was sure that was probably the root of some arguments over the years. So far as Amy understood, Heartland was Lisa’s home base, but she still owned and operated quite a lucrative farm of her own not far from there, as well as her breeding investments in France. 

Feeling eyes on her, Amy’s gaze drifted toward Caleb who grinned and waved, beckoning her over. He arrived not long after Lisa to set up the music, getting into an argument with Soraya over the playlist he was supposed to send her yesterday but didn’t. Amy kept out of what felt like a lover’s quarrel, though spent much of the afternoon waiting for the tension to snap between him and Jack. Caleb didn’t entirely ignore his old boss, but there was clear animosity in their curt pleasantries. They hadn’t spoken a word in the last couple hours since the party came into full swing.

Sighing, Amy stood and wandered over, figuring she could use another drink anyway. 

“You looked a bit lonely sitting there. Wanna give it a try?” Caleb lifted the headphones from his ears and held them open for Amy, who hesitated. 

“I really have no idea what I’d be doing.”

Caleb only shrugged and dropped the headphones over her head. “Neither do I, really. But I sure look cool doing it.” 

Amy resisted the urge to roll her eyes while she shifted over in front of a control board that looked like a complicated network of dials and buttons all backlit by neon LEDs. The entire thing was hooked up to a laptop where Caleb’s Soraya-approved playlist displayed. 

“So, I just pick a song?” She scrolled through the list. “Then what?”

Reaching around Caleb explained the Cue and Sync buttons, allowing her to mess around with the transitioning of songs further down the track. Then he tapped the large round platter in the middle, indicating to her to spin it. She jumped, laughing as the track scratched like an old school record. It was a cool device to mess around with but after two songs she’d had her fill and handed Caleb back his headphones. “Thanks, that was neat.”

“Anytime,” he grinned. “So how are you liking Hudson?”

Amy looked out toward the crowd. At Lisa who was in the middle of regaling a small group with a story and Jack who smiled warmly while he listened. At Soraya who was laughing at something her friend Jen showed her on her phone. Then her eyes landed on Ty leaning up against the fence sipping from a red solo cup  and nodding absently at something their vet, Scott, was saying. “It’s not exactly what I expected.” Was it a surprise to hear Ty spent time in prison? Yeah. But could she believe it? Also, yeah.

“Is that good, or bad?”

Amy shrugged. “Both. But I’m here for the foreseeable future so I just have to take it in stride, I suppose.” Her attention lingered on Ty while she answered, which she only realized when he glanced up to find her looking in his direction. Blinking, Amy turned away to give Caleb a smile. “So what do you do when you���re not-” She mimed scratching a record, missing the way Ty’s expression hardened at the ease with which Amy was able to be so close to Caleb when she could barely stand to be within three feet of anyone else. He didn’t get it. Then reminded himself that there were a lot of unknowns when it came to Amy. He just wished it didn’t annoy him so much to be left in the dark. 

“I’m a rodeo stock contractor,” Caleb replied, moving around tracks on the controller to keep the playlist running.

“I have no idea what that means,” Amy shook her head, passing a sideways glance toward Ty who was no longer against the fence. Her head swiveled to find where he wandered off to but Caleb’s explanation demanded her attention. 

“The short of it is I buy roughstock for rodeos. Broncs, bulls, steer. Ever been?” 

Amy’s brow lifted. “To a rodeo? No. Coming to Heartland is the first time I’ve been within touching distance of a horse.”

“Well, we’ll have to get you to one some time.” His smile was wide, genuine. Amy once again wondered if this was him flirting or merely trying to make friends. Her attention moved to Soraya. No way was she about to let herself get involved in another undefined, yet clearly drawn relationship. 

“Uh, yeah, I’ll tag along with Soraya next time she goes.” The name drop was intentional. She needed to gauge Caleb’s reaction to the idea of Soraya potentially cock-blocking his chances. 

“Alright, awesome.” Caleb merely continued grinning, seemingly oblivious to his questionable signals. 

Amy let out a breath, more confident now that he was merely just trying to be nice. Otherwise, he probably would have preferred she went alone, right? “That BBQ is calling my name again. Thanks for-” she waved a hand over the table, smiling as she stepped away toward the cooler to grab another can of ginger ale on her way back to the food table. As great as Maggie’s chili was, Stumpy’s pork barbeque was going to undoubtedly turn into a craving. She idly wondered if she could get Jack to talk him into making a large enough batch for her to freeze. 

The music quieted as Caleb changed to a slower song, increasing the volume instead on the cacophony of conversation.

“You and Caleb looked pretty buddy-buddy.”

Dropping the tongs with a clatter, Amy shot Ty her signature glare. Pop-up book from hell, indeed. “Jealous?” Stupid thing to conclude, but why else would Ty care that she was talking to Caleb?

“Because you seem perfectly fine with him hovering in your personal space? No. Just curious as to why.” Grabbing for a plate, Ty put himself deliberately in her space when he had to lean near her to reach. 

Amy stilled at the closeness, but otherwise didn’t flinch away. Her jaw tightened when Ty purposely lingered inside her invisible fence for a few seconds longer than necessary. She breathed again when he leaned away, though still watched her closely while waiting for some kind of response. 

“What are you even talking about?” She avoided eye contact while loading a bun with a heap of barbeque.

“You know what I’m talking about,” Ty insisted quietly, taking the tongs when she shifted down for the cole slaw. 

“No,” Amy replied sharply. “I don’t.” She continued shuffling down the length of the buffet, putting distance between them that Ty continued breaching. 

“Okay. Pretend you didn’t jump out of your skin that day you ran into me in the barn. Or how you freeze any time someone even comes close to touching you. That is if you don’t jerk away first.” He kept his voice low enough for only her to hear, glancing around them to ensure no one else was close enough to eavesdrop. He might want answers, but the whole town didn’t need to know their business. 

“Oh.” Reaching the end of the table, Amy grabbed a napkin. “Yeah, see there is this little thing called boundaries. I like mine.” Nevermind the fact that he cornered her and scared her half to death once already.

“Right.” Ty shook his head but didn’t push. Amy gave him a look as if asking if that was all before returning to her spot at the picnic table where she’d been pretty much all evening. 

Gathering his plate, Ty nearly walked right into Kit when he turned around. Her appearance startled him, figuring by now she didn’t plan on showing up. “Ah, hey.” The tension was palpable as she gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Hey.” “Did you just get here?” “Not long ago, I-” she paused. “I wasn’t sure if I was even going to come.” Understandable. Selfishly, Ty hoped she wouldn’t have if only to avoid this awkward encounter. “Well, Lisa will be happy to see you and there’s plenty of food.”

The disappointment on Kit’s face at Ty’s reply was clear, but he didn’t know what she expected to happen. Claiming he was glad to see her would be a lie and would probably lead to yet another misunderstanding.  Saving her dignity, Kit didn’t push  for a conversation that would likely end the same as their last. Even she knew now wasn’t the best time. “She was, yeah. It’s nice to have her back.”

Ty nodded in agreement. A strained silence spread between them before Kit broke it. “I’m just, uh, gonna grab a plate to go. I really only came for Stumpy’s barbeque.”

Though he didn’t fully believe that, Ty chuckled. “I promise not to tell Lisa.”

Kit’s laugh was strained. “Thanks.” 

“Have a good night, then,” Ty said, finding no reason to continue lingering. “Hey,” Kit said, stopping him. “Do you think we could try our last conversation again? Maybe over coffee?”

And there it was. “You’re the one who drove away, Kit.” After pretty much accusing him of having a relationship with Amy of all people. “I know and I realize that maybe I wasn’t being fair. I want to have a chance to get everything out in the open.” “I told you everything,” Ty insisted. “You didn’t want to hear it.”

Pressing her lips together, Kit’s chin trembled like she was trying to hold back tears. “I’m sorry. I heard the gossip and it struck me off guard. I’m ready to listen.”

Maybe it was his perpetual guilt over how he treated Kit white he was gone, but somehow Ty found himself agreeing. “Okay. Sure.” 

Kit let out a relieved breath. “Great. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Um, sure, yeah.” Unfortunately, he couldn’t use the inmates as an excuse over the weekend. He didn’t know see how yet another discussion of his fuck ups and lack of communication would change anything, but he backed himself into this corner on his own and now he needed to see it through. —-------

Flustered and having lost his appetite, Ty joined Amy at the picnic table. Amy lifted her eyes slowly from her plate, narrowing them with suspicion when Ty sat across from her. There were plenty of other places for him to sit. Like with Kit, for instance. But he wasn’t paying her any attention, instead watching Kit at the buffet so Amy went back to eating.

“I think I messed up.” Ty said suddenly. Amy glanced up then around, wondering if he was talking to someone else. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“With Kit.” 

Amy sat up straighter, putting her hands up. “Uh, uh. Your girlfriend, your problem. I’m not getting involved with your lover’s quarrel again.” Last time it was accidental, she sure as hell wasn’t about to do it by choice.

Ty scoffed, turning back toward Kit only to find her gone. “That’s fair.” 

“Damn right it is,” Amy grumbled before shoveling a forkful of food in her mouth. 

Pushing his plate back, Ty stood and reached his hand over the table. “Let’s dance.”

The dumbfounded look Amy gave him was almost comical with a mouthful of barbeque. “Wh-what?” “Dance.” He wiggled his fingers at her. Amy stared at his hand while she swallowed her bite of food. “I-I don’t-”

“If you don’t know how that’s fine, you’ll learn if you’re here long enough.” They were invited to and hosted enough gatherings that Amy would have ample opportunity. The shock wore off to be once again replaced with suspicion. “Why are you being nice all of the sudden?” Because he was trying to test a theory. Instead of answering, Ty merely continued to stare her down with his hand out in invitation. 

“What about Kit?” Amy asked, looking around the yard at the gathering of people. She was grasping at straws now. 

“I don’t see her, do you?” In a way he was relieved for that, though probably wouldn’t have asked if she was still there. That was something he’d have to unravel with himself later, preferably before he had coffee with Kit. “Besides, it’s not like you guys are in competition.”

Amy frowned, unsure how to take that comment. Ultimately, she decided he was right. She wasn’t vying for Ty’s affections, so if Kit wanted to lay claim she could do so without a fight. Amy just didn’t want to be accused of something she didn’t do. Out of excuses, Amy sighed and got up. She didn’t accept Ty’s hand but walked around the table to join him on the patch of grass designated as a dance floor. Amy still hesitated when Ty held his hands up again for her to take. She chewed the inside of her cheek feeling the regret sinking in. She should have declined. Giving herself into his hands put her in a place she might not be able to escape. “We don’t have to.” Ty said, though kept his hands open in front of him. Amy glanced at the people around them. Witnesses in all directions. Then she placed her palm against Ty’s, sucking in air when his fingers curled around her hand, the other finding her waist, connecting them together. She placed her free hand on his shoulder. 

He moved and she nearly tripped over his feet in her distraction. Then stiffened in his grasp when his hold tightened to steady her. “Wow, you are pretty bad at this, aren’t you?” He teased, covering up the fumble and trying to take her mind away from her fear. She was a ball of solid anxiety in his hands, her movements stiff and her attention somewhere other than him. His voice focused her attention, though, and when Ty moved again, Amy matched his steps. “Not many opportunities to dance in the city.”

“I seem to recall Vancouver having a stellar nightlife. Though they’re not necessarily dancing the two-step.” Amy knew all about Vancouver’s club scene. Being a college student made it almost mandatory to spend weekends on the town or suffer FOMO come Monday. Freshman year was the time to explore and experiment. To live and learn before getting serious in the next few years. Live was precisely what Amy did, but the lesson learned was harsher than she ever expected. Ty sensed Amy’s mind drift when her eyes stared over his shoulder. “I take it the club scene wasn’t really your thing.”

“Not really,” she answered quietly. It was too loud, too crowded. Too many bodies grinding up against one another beneath strobing lights that only succeeded in giving her a headache. Yet her decision to leave put her in more danger than staying would have wasted her night. Leaving in a group was always safer than alone. The memory caused anxiety to bleed through her veins, her heart leaping into a sprint. Ty could feel her tense further, her hand sweating in his. Looking in her eyes, her pupils dilated to nearly consume the bright blue iris. She jerked away from him, her mouth opening to allow larger airflow as panic began to consume her. “Amy, hey.” Ty didn’t move, merely tried to get her to focus on him. He learned his lesson with trying to touch her when she was in this state. “Hey, you’re okay. Look at me.” Blinking, Amy glanced up at Ty’s worried expression. Shaking her head, she looked for a break in the crowd. “This was a bad idea.” Spotting one, she bolted through it, nearly plowing into Lisa. “Whoa, hey.” Seeing the frightened look on Amy’s face stopped Lisa in her tracks. “Amy?” Feeling her lungs constrict, Amy was barely able to murmur an apology as she darted for the house, desperate to place a solid barrier at her back. Lisa turned to watch her leave, grabbing a hold of Ty when he tried to follow. “What’s going on? Is Amy alright?”

Ty paused, looking toward the house just as the front door shut behind Amy. “I don’t know. She, uh, she got spooked by something.”

“Oh? By what?”

By him. Again. Proving his theory. “Grandpa didn’t tell you?” Of all the things, Ty would have thought Ty’s theory would have been among the first things he clued her into if for no other reason than to ensure Lisa treaded lightly. 

“Tell me…?” Jack got her up to speed on quite a bit since she got back, including the heated rivalry that caused so much trouble between Ty and Amy since she arrived. Judging from the way they were just dancing, Lisa figured they found a way to smooth things over. Perhaps not. 

Sighing, Ty didn’t know if now was the best time to discuss Amy’s questionably dark past with Lisa, but someone needed to talk Amy into opening the likely locked door and she was probably the best person to do it.

[confessions-heartland]

“I've been rewatching the earlier seasons, and it really feels like current Heartland lacks the heart (pun intended) of those seasons. I miss Ty, too. “

[heartlandtfln]

"(518): Meanwhile she's getting her law degree and I'm dropping Cool Ranch Doritos down my bra because I'm laying down eating on the couch"

[shark-park]

Ich bin Soraya Duval ich bin neu bei Instagram und seit 1 Jahr im Netzwerk und Sie.

we are on tumblr right now

[cinedominicano]

Canta y no Llores

GENERO: Comedia CLASIFICACION: R/14 COMENZANDO EN: Abril 11, 2024 PROTAGONISTAS: Consuelo Duval, ​Michelle Rodríguez, ​Lumy Lizardo, ​Paty Maqueo, ​Paco Rueda, ​Luis del Valle, ​Judith Rodríguez, ​Auro Sonico, ​Soraya María DIRECTOR: Félix Sabroso PRODUCTOR: Desiree Reyes, Carmen Aguado, Frank Ariza, Francisco Cordero ESCRITOR: Frank Ariza, Félix Sabroso SINOPSIS: Una familia mexicana se muda a…

[franciscomaldo]

Realizan premier de largometraje de humor #CantayNoLlores √

Con la presencia de sus productores, cast y personalidades de la industria cinematográfica dominicana, así como de medios especializados, fue realizada en Caribbean Cinemas Downtown Center de Santo Domingo la gala premiere de la  comedia “Canta y no Llores”.  Consuelo Duval, Michelle Rodriguez, Lumi Lizardo y Soraya María en “Canta y no llores” (2024). / Imagen cortesía AF Films Es…

[ambermarshalldaily]

every episode of heartland ever [ amber marshall as amy fleming ] || 4.04 - graduation (first aired: October 17, 2010)

This is like the best equine science program in North America. I’m so proud of you I’m gonna cry. Don’t, because I’m not sure if I’m going yet. But this is a full-ride scholarship. I know…and I know I’m supposed to be excited, but…It’s just not part of the plan. You know, I…Not that I really had a plan, but I just…You’re class valedictorian. Give me some wisdom. Come on, tell me what I should do. Well, This is your decision, Amy. No one can make it for you. It’s my decision, huh? That’s all I got.

[golllly18]

I just wanted to say thanks and you’re my best friend and I would not have gotten through high school without you. And after your mom died just seeing the way you kept going and got things accomplished, it really inspired me. I mean tonight could not have been more perfect because you’re here and tomorrow we’re graduating together. 

Heartland: Amy Fleming & Soraya Duval (Request)

[societieshq]

              I WAS DREAMING OF BIGGER THINGS  . 

another  day  ,  and  the  summer  sun  starts  to  set  behind  a  ring  of  clouds  .  that  doesn’t  stop  you  and  your  fellow  students  of  halloway  from  ignoring  their  responsibilities  ,  and  turning  the  night  into  a  party  .  it  seems  as  more  days  passed  ,  we’re  starting  to  lose  sight  of  finding  a  way  back  home  .  instead  ,  with  a  new  leader  appointed  ,  you’re  less  worried  about  surviving  ,  and  excited  about  living  instead  .  the  party  is  thrown  in  honor  of  a  new  beginning  ,  a  new  tide  ,  where  the  rich  stay  rich  ,  and  the  poor  get  what’s  left  behind  .  or  maybe  ,  it’s  just  a  reason  to  drink  and  ignore  the  fating  problems  you  see  on  the  horizon  .  maybe  ,  it’s  in  honor  of  a  new  leader  ,  who’s  footsteps  are  echoed  with  the  sound  of  righteousness  ,  knowing  that  they  will  do  anything  to  get  what  they  want  .  but  as  the  sun  sets  ,  the  heat  only  seems  to  unbearable  .  wait------       was  that  thunder  ?  

                 WANNA' LEAVE MY OLD LIFE BEHIND  . 

the students of halloway will be hosting a summer pool party to get away from the heat of the day  .  it’ll be held at the indoor university pool  ,  with music  and kegs stolen from the alleyway  bar  ,  and  liquor  .  food will be made during the day  ,  and served in large quantities  ,  most of it likely going to waste by the end of the party  .  the party has been advertised as optional  ,  but you know deep down that it’s not really a request  .  if you don’t party  ,  then you work   --  and leadership has made it as simple as that  .  

 thunder begins to roll in  ,  and maybe the students are thankful for the possibility of rain  .  however  ,  as the storm approaches  ,  you’ll notice a change in the atmosphere  .  it’s suddenly incredibly hot  ,  more so even now that the sun has set  .  no chance of rain has been gifted from the sky  ,  and instead--  a heat storm has brewed over what’s remaining of halloway  .  but wait---  this is no ordinary storm  ,  is that lightening green ?  thunder crackles  ,  and neon emerald strikes across the sky  ,  leaving you with more questions than you have answers  .  you’ve never seen anything like this before  .  

the midst of picked up winds  ,  the power flickers with uncertainty  ,  before everything has gone dark   ,  completely  .  somehow  ,  you’ve found yourself in a group the moment the lights turned off  ,  and it’s up to you to decide whether or not you stick it through with the people you’re stuck with----  or ignore mother nature’s warning signs entirely  .  

somehow  ,  even with the event derailed  ,  our party goers aren’t ready to give up the summer fun just yet  .  after all  ,  if it’s the end of the world- they sure knew how to party like it was  .  the pool still remains open  ,  and the janitor’s room has been raided for supplies to keep it going  .  all hands on deck  ,  and the indoor party keeps on keeping on  ,  with glow torches found in the supply room  ,  and an old radio stashed away from the 90′s  .  with it  ,  all the tracks you’ve had saved on your playlist before  ,  are switched out for burnt cd’s from the early 2000′s  ,  as the power still remains off  .  

disclaimer  :  groups are randomized throughout the university  ,  and your muses may interact with people from other groups  .  it’s simply where they were at  ,  when the lights when off  .  we’re giving you the creative freedom to write the timeline of the event by your own choice  ,  whether you choose to write before the storm hits  ,  at the pool party  ,  perhaps somewhere else entirely  ,  or during the storm  .  01.  please remember to run any injuries through the admins before writing them out, as we will have a separate count of three slots available  ,  if interested  .  these will be minor injuries  ,  in case your muse ventures out into the storm  .   02.  if venturing outside during the storm keep in mind of some negative and positive visuals and affects your muse may encounter  .   - extreme heat  ,  a feeling of exhaustion  ,  the summerside dock’s lake has started to boil  ,  hot pavements  ,  green lightening  ,  roaring thunder that seems too close  ,  a sense of feeling unbalanced  .   + aurora lights ,  disappeared critters that have suddenly reappeared and don’t seemed to be affected by the heat  ( they will disappear after the storm again  ) ,�� soft waves of green glowing lightening bugs  .  

the event will start wednesday 2/19  ,  2PM EST  -  7PM GMT  .  it will last until monday 2/24 ,  until midnight EST  .   although you may have the option to continue your threads to a stopping point after the given time  ,  if you’d like  !

GROUPS ARE AS FOLLOWED  .  

GYMNASIUM  .  

‘TAAY’ CHUNTAKETTA

ZACHARIAH ABRAHAM

ARYA HAWKINS

NOLAN KANE

THEODORE ABRAHAM

LECTURE HALL

MAYA MACMILLAN

MARGOT “MAISIE” LIDELL

RYAN KANG

CHANDLER RHODES

MARNI VANROSS

CARMICHAEL LIBRARY 

KATHARINE “KITTY” WHITMOR

DAMIEN RILEY

HARRY ROMANO

SYLVIA NYUGEN

LUCIANA ROSSI

THE CAFETERIA 

TATUM WEST

WOLFGANG “WOLF” SIMON

BORA REE

JOSIE ‘JO’ LAWRENCE

MARY “MINNIE” MAE

THE UNIVERSITY POOL 

SUMMER JAKOBSEN

ANIKA MORALES

ZARA SUMMERS

DYLAN CARMICHAEL

KAROLINA GOULD

STUDY HALL A 

ROSIE ASKER

MAXINE “MAX” DUVAL

JULIETTE AGUILAR

VALERIE RIBEIRO

MERCEDES DUNAY

STUDY HALL B

ESME MACMILLAN

REESE DU PONT

“HERO” KELLY

SORAYA MIRANDA

JACK SINGH

please like once you’ve read  ,  and if you have any questions regarding the event   (  if we accidentally missed a muse  ,  please don’t hesitate to contact us to correct it  !  )

[worldbyelly]

Heartland: 4x04 - Graduation

[javathewildone]

One Day - Heartland AU (Part 35)

Parts: 34 ... 36

Contrary to what Ty told her, the front door was not, in fact, locked when Lisa tried to open it. Giving it a  push, she looked back at Ty in the yard who just lifted his hands in defeat. Every other time Amy ran off to hide in the house, she bolted the doors behind her. “Amy?” Lisa called as she made her way through the house in search of the young woman. There weren’t many places for her to go, so when Lisa didn’t see her in the kitchen or living room she went to her bedroom. The door was closed which she took as a good indication that Amy was inside. 

Amy sat on the edge of the bed with her head toward her knees, breathing slowly in the dark. Trying to bend completely over was uncomfortable, so she improvised. She ignored Lisa’s voice to focus on calming down. She felt stupid, knowing Ty made her uncomfortable and still agreeing to a dance with him. He’d been popping up all day in all of the wrong places, already setting her nerves on edge. Forcing herself to allow him in her space didn’t have the effect she intended. Somehow she hoped that she could override her anxiety toward Ty by replacing the negative with some positive. Clearly, her theory was flawed. 

“Amy? Honey?” 

The gentle knock on her door made Amy jump, lifting her head at Lisa’s voice on the other side. She stared at the stained wood, willing the older woman to just leave her be and go back to the party. She didn’t want to be the reason Lisa didn’t get to enjoy her first night home. Lisa waited patiently in the hall, listening for any noise on the other side. The utter stillness told her that Amy was listening right back, probably trying to wait her out. 

If not for the guests in the yard, Lisa would have no problem standing there until Amy was ready to open up. But it would be rude of her to disappear for too long when she was the one they came to celebrate. Still, she wanted to make sure Amy was alright. Ty pulled her aside to explain what he deduced about Amy’s past. Information that wasn’t shared with them before they agreed to offer her a place to stay at Heartland. Jack didn’t ask Tim Fleming for the details when he didn’t freely offer them and Lisa didn’t press Jack to find out. The bottom line was this pregnant young girl needed someplace safe to go away from Vancouver and they had the space and ability to provide it.

 “You don’t have to open the door, just let me know you’re alright,” Lisa urged gently.

Breathing slow and steady, Amy unfolded from the bed and reached for the knob. Hearing it twist, Lisa took a step back to give Amy some space when she did finally pull the door open. 

“I’m alright,” Amy answered. Her hand was tight around the inside knob to keep her grounded to something solid. “I’m sorry if I caused a scene. I didn’t mean to pull you away from your party.” She was already enough of a spectacle and didn’t need to make it any worse for herself. 

“Oh, you didn’t.” At least not that Lisa noticed. A few people saw Amy go inside but she doubted any of them realized she’d been upset. “What happened, Amy? I saw you and Ty dancing. Did he say something to upset you?” According to Ty, that answer was no, but he still suspected that it was him Amy ran from. Given the rocky start the two of them had, it was a logical conclusion, but if Ty’s suspicions were accurate then there was a deeper reason. 

Amy’s gaze lowered from Lisa’s, her hand anxiously twisting the door handle with her death grip. “No. He didn’t do anything wrong.” This time. Except ask her to dance. Stupid her for thinking she might be able to handle it. “I just, um-” She took a breath, trying to find a safe explanation and bring herself to share it. 

Seeing Amy struggle to open up was painful. Not in a pitiful sort of way, but heartbreaking. It was clear she was dealing with a lot of inner turmoil that Lisa could only begin to imagine. Jack mentioned she was having a difficult time trusting anyone. Lisa could see that now while waiting for Amy to decide what snippet of truth she chose to share. Enough that hopefully satisfied an answer. 

“I just think I pushed myself a little too hard.” It wasn’t a lie. She tested waters she knew might be too deep but thought maybe she’d be able to tread enough to keep her afloat. 

Lisa nodded, her expression soft. “You’ve only been here a week. I’m sure a party like this is overwhelming when you barely know us as it is. Still, you did a wonderful job putting it together.”

Amy blushed at the praise. “Putting it together was a good distraction. It was fun and did help me get better acquainted with the town.” Her sweaty grip relaxed on the handle. “I think I had enough socializing for tonight, though,” she admitted, wanting the excuse to hole up in her room without interruption. 

“Understandable. Ty was just worried when you took off.” Amy’s surprised expression said a lot, but Lisa didn’t comment. She didn’t see a reason to bring up what Ty told her if it could potentially upset Amy again. 

“I’m fine,” Amy reiterated, wincing internally at the passive phrase Ty called her out for using in place of expressing actual thoughts and feelings.

 Lisa hesitated. “If you’re sure…”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay. I still want to catch up. Have a little girl time? What do you say to lunch tomorrow?”

Girl time. Amy couldn’t remember the last time ever having that. The last few days with Soraya were probably the closest thing. She enjoyed being busy and for once not having to think about the heavy decision she made and will have to still. But she had a feeling girl time with Lisa wouldn’t be quite the same. Still, it was time away from the confines of the ranch. Her new deal with Jack at least made her feel less trapped. It was just going to take a bit for her to work up the nerve to venture out entirely on her own. Little trips like the one Lisa offered would help.

“Yeah, alright.”

“Great. Well, I’ll leave you to rest.” Lisa didn’t anticipate the party lasting much longer anyway. Aside from the young people in Ty and Soraya’s friend group who would move along elsewhere to continue hanging out if they wanted, any of the other guests would likely start heading out shortly. Weekends didn’t mean much when it came to ranching or equestrian sports. 

Amy offered a light smile, lingering in the doorway until Lisa left her alone to return to the party. Her whole body sagged with weariness and she climbed back onto the bed after shutting the door behind her. Out the window she could see the lights Jack and Ty strung across the yard. Caleb changed the music back to something more upbeat and the murmur of voices through the closed window didn’t exactly offer a calming effect. Though exhausted, Amy wasn’t quite tired enough to sleep. 

Slipping out of bed, she padded to the window to look out at the gathering of people she spent all evening observing with keen interest. There were so many smiles and friendly gestures. Laughter frequently broke through conversations to carry across the yard. Amy’s heart ached with longing when she realized this was something she was missing in her life. Family. She had her dad and her sister, Lou, of course. But both made it clear she and her condition were just a burden. Things to be passed off as someone else’s problem. And they hadn’t been truly happy, or together, in quite some time.

Folding her hands over her belly, Amy stared out into the yard. These people actually cared about her. Cared enough to worry that she might be in trouble other than having a child out of wedlock. Cared enough to want the whole truth so they could be prepared for whatever that trouble might be. 

Amy bit her lip. As far as she knew she wasn’t in that kind of trouble. Her father’s debt had been paid. Though she kept telling herself it was because of the pregnancy that he sent her away, she didn’t fully believe it. He wasn’t perfect by any means. He struggled with addiction after addiction. Drugs, booze, gambling. Tim Fleming was a mess and not what many would call a fit parent. In fact, Amy acted more like his parent since her mom died, making sure he ate and showered and the bills were paid before the money could disappear. Despite all of that, Amy knew her dad loved her. That sending her to Heartland was his way of saying she deserved better. She didn’t want to believe it was because he fucked up and once again put her in the line of fire. 

Lisa rejoined the fray, her smile wider than the kind simper she shared with Amy. Ty wandered over and they had a short conversation that ended with him looking toward her window. Amy stilled when he fixated on the dark panes, wondering if he could see her standing there watching. It was eerie, the way he seemed to see right through her. The way they all could sense there was more going on. Ty just seemed to lack the empathy of Jack and Lisa. Maybe that had to do with his time in prison. It hardened him. Made him see people and the world differently. Amy’s trauma certainly had the same effect on her. Perhaps Jack was right: she and Ty had a lot more in common than they were willing to admit. 

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Ty could indeed see Amy in the window. The string of lights across the yard provided enough of a warm glow to frame her silhouette. 

“It wasn’t anything you did, Ty.” Lisa told him. “She just overdid it today, is all.”

Ty didn’t believe that to be the whole truth. Because this entire week all he did was plant fear and apprehension in Amy’s mind. He didn’t seek to do it on purpose. He just wanted to understand why she was there at all. Why her father reached out to his grandad in search of a place to send his pregnant daughter. That wasn’t a decision made on a whim for no discernible reason. But this last week made things somewhat clearer. Even if he didn’t know the specifics, Ty figured out enough to change his perspective on the whole thing. Too little, too late, though, it seemed.  

A short time later, the first guest initiated a parade of departures until Caleb saw no reason to keep up the music and shut everything down. The few people who remained were scattered about tables in intimate conversation. Soraya went to cover any leftovers and help with some preliminary clean up. Ty joined her.

“Where’d Amy get off to?” she asked, holding open a trash bag for Ty to drop in a handful of plates.

“The house. She went to bed early.” He didn’t elaborate.

Soraya was quiet for a moment, debating on whether or not to ask about Kit’s brief appearance. They were both good friends but ever since things fell apart when Ty was away it felt like she was being pulled in different directions. Thankfully, neither made her choose a side but being Switzerland wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. It was why she found herself spending so much time with Caleb lately, another mutual party just wanting to keep the peace.

“I saw Kit decided to come after all,” she commented absently, tossing a cup in her bag. She glanced up at Ty to catch his reaction, of which there was almost none. He kept cleaning as if he hadn’t heard her. 

“She didn’t storm off in a cloud of dust,” Soraya tried again, inching her cleaning route closer. It appeared she was just going to have to ask point blank. “Did you guys finally manage to come to a consensus?” 

“About what?” Ty grumbled, gathering serving spoons into a tray to bring into the house.

Dropping the bag at his feet Soraya folded her arms in front of her. “Come on, Ty. You know about what.”

With a sigh, Ty tilted his head back toward the night sky as if asking the ethereal world for patience. “She wants to meet for coffee to ‘talk’.” Though he didn’t use air quotes, his tone implied them. 

“Okay. And?”

Ty lowered his head to look at her with a frown. “And, what?”

“You’re going, right?” Ty’s silence was answer enough. One that Soraya wouldn’t accept. “Ty. As your friend, I’m going to tell you that Kit is still holding onto hope of you two reconciling.”

Reconciling. “I don’t see that happening.” Not after so long and certainly not after their most recent arguments. It just felt like their time was up. That there was nothing left of them to salvage. 

“Then you need to tell her that. You guys need to have some closure. Maybe your romantic relationship is over, but you can still be friends. We were all inseparable once upon a time.” Soraya missed that. But they were adults now and life stripped them apart despite still living in the same town. Ty went to prison; Caleb and Kit went off to be rodeo stars until an accident ended Caleb’s career and he had to switch gears. Soraya was the only one still in the same place she was in highschool running her mom’s diner. She saw everything from behind the counter, heard everyone’s story one on one. Feelings and thoughts that needed to be expressed directly to the person they were about to avoid awkward and tense situations such as the one between Ty and Kit.

It shouldn’t have irritated him that Soraya was right, but it did. Probably because it would make him even more of a complete asshole if he blew Kit off when that’s exactly what he wanted to do. He’d been doing it for the last few years. First when she tried to visit him in prison then when he got out. The excuses were easy then. Now, he’d run out of them. His life was still a mess, but not as bad as it had been last year. Until Amy arrived, things almost felt normal again. 

“I’m not so sure we can go back to being just friends.” Meaning, Ty wasn’t sure Kit would accept that without immediately jumping to the Amy conclusion. 

“So you’re just going to avoid her forever? It’s too small a town for that, Ty.” 

“She’ll be back on the circuit soon enough,” he reasoned lamely. 

Soraya rolled her eyes. “You’re such a damn chicken, Borden. Just talk to her and clear the air.”

“Alright, fine.” He didn’t even know why he bothered to argue. All he did was feel guilty over ghosting his girlfriend and never officially breaking up. It was fair for Kit to seek clarity, he just didn’t think she was going to take it well.

[confessions-heartland]

“People saying why would anyone ship Amy and Chase well they have chemistry and both good with horses and Chase did have genuine feelings for Amy but yeah i don't think his a reliable guy. I think Amy had a slight crush/attraction to Chase but i think Ty got in the way and him dating Soraya, his wife, plus Amy could see what Chase was like which probably turned her off pursuing anything with him.“

[heartlandtfln]

“Ashley: Caleb just asked me out! Soraya: Oh, I'm sor- Amy: She's happy. Soraya: Oh, yay!“

[crimsonsims]

I made a name list!

Okay, so, apparently it’s a bit of a trend now to share name lists in this community. I have a name list of my own that’s been getting longer and longer. I’m deciding to share it, because I love going over other people’s lists myself and I have found many cool names that way!

My list is very long, like, very long, so you can find it under the cut. I also put it on a page on my blog here ( you can find a link on my homepage as well) and in a pdf file here. There, the names also have colours to indicate whether they’re male, female or unisex names. That page will probably be updated as I find more names I like. Anyway, enjoy?

>A<

Acacia

Actaeon

Ademar

Adriaan

Adrian / Adrianne

Aeneas

Agathe

Aiko

Aileen

Alcmene

Alexei

Aloe

Alois

Alver

Amalie

Ambrosia/Ambrose

Amory

Amrita

Anaïs

Andreas

Angelique

Anke

Anne-Mae

Annelies

Annette

Anouk

Antoine

Apple

Arend

Arethusa

Arden

Arlo

Arnout

Arwyn

Atlas

Atticus

Auburn

Augustin

Avelin

Aviel

Ayumi

Azul

>B<

Babette

Basil

Baucis

Birgit

Beau

Bente

Bhodi

Bjarne

Blake

Bliss

Bloem

Blossom

Brigitte

Britte (hi, that’s me lol)

>C<

Callisto

Carmen

Cato

Cédric

Celeste

Céline

Cephale

Chester

Cilia

Circe

Claude

Clemence

Clive

Coral

Coralie

Corin

Cyril

>D<

Dae

Dagmar

Daisy

Danu

Dante

Daphne

Darren

Dawn

Deborah

Delphine

Deianira

Deirdre

Denaria

Diantha

Diederik

Dione

Dominic

Duval

>E<

Ebony

Edmund

Edwin

Emmanuel/Emmanuelle

Emiel

Emile

Ennes

Enzo

Eleanor

Eleda

Elias

Elise

Elouise

Els

Elvira

Ester

Etiènne

Eugenie

Evangeline

Evelien

Evert

Ewout

>F<

Fabio

Fabienne

Falco

Faye

Florian

Floris

Frances

Fraser

Frauke

Frederique

>G<

Ga��l

Gaétan

Gaius

Galatea

Gauthier

Gemma

Gerlinde

Gideon

Giselle

Gladys

Glenn

Gwen

Gwendoline

>H<

Hannes

Hasina

Hasse

Hazel

Hélène

Hendrik

Hilde

Hypathia

>I<

Ianthe

Ilias

Ion

Imogen

Imre

Indigo

Ingrid

Ingvar

Isaak

Ismail

Isolde

Ivan

Ivy

>J<

Jaïr

Jari

Jasmijn (Jasmin)

Jelle

Jente

Joël/Joëlle

Joni

Jordi

Josefien

Jude

June

Juniper

>K<

Karel

Karsten

Katari

Kathelijne

Keano

Keila

Kieran

Kjeld

Kobe

Kristina

Kylian

>L<

Lark

Lars

Lavinia

Laurent

Leander

Lemon

Leonie

Lies

Liesbeth

Lilac

Lilianne

Lilith

Linde

Loïc

Lotus

Louise

Lucien/Lucienne

Lukas

Lynn

Lycaon

>M<

Maarten

Mabel

Machteld

Maeve

Maecenas

Mahal

Mahogany

Maiti

Manon

Maple

Marli

Marlin

Marloes

Marnik

Marvin

Mathilde

Matisse

Matthieu

Matti

Maud

Mauro

Maximiliaan

Medea

Mei

Melanie

Melissa

Melody

Merel

Merla

Mercury

Michaël

Michelle

Michiel

Midas

Miko

Mina

Mira (also my middle name)

Misha

Monique

Moore

>N<

Naomi

Naso

Nicola

Nikolai

Nils

Nelle

Neola

Neva

Nesri

Niobe

Noël/Noëlle

Noë

Noora

>O<

Octavia

Odelia

Odette

Odile

Olive

Olivia

Opal

Ophelia

Oskar

Otis

Otto

Ovidius/Ovid

>P<

Paola

Paulien

Pavel

Peleus

Pelagius

Pepper

Petal

Phaedra

Phebe

Philomela

Pika

Piper

Pyrrha

>Q<

Quinten

>R<

Rae

Ramona

Raoul

Raven

Remy

Rhiannon

Rhune

Ridge

Roeland

Romain

Rosalie

Rover

Rowan

Rozemarijn

Ruth

Rutger

>S<

Samuel

Sander

Sanne

Santiago

Salves

Sebastiaan

Semele

Shaila

Shaun

Sibyl

Sigrid

Silvan

Silvester

Silvie

Simeon

Siska

Snow

Sofie

Soraya

Sören

Suzanne/Susanna

Suzy

Sven

>T<

Thales

Thea

Thisbe

Thorben

Tilde

Titus

>U<

Udo

Uri

>V<

Vanessa

Valerie

Valeska

Vasco

Vaughn

Veerle

Velvet

Verita

Vikas

Viktor

Violet

>W<

Wannes

Winona

Winter

Wilhelm

Willow

Wouter

>X<

Xander

Xanthippe

Xanthe

>Y<

Yannick

Yari

Youri

Yule

Yves

Yvonne

>Z<

Zacharias

Zeno

Zion

Zita

[kunesfilmproduction]

ICHON // JE NE SUIS QU'UN HOMME from Benoit Soler on Vimeo.

Director : Ugo Mangin Production Company : Frenzy Paris & Moonduckling Films Producers Frenzy : Elsa Rakotoson, Robin Demoucron Producers Moonduckling : Annette Fausboll, Jean Alexandre Luciani Editor : Tianes Montasser Flowers : Jeanne Dekonink & Jeanne Ader Stylist : Pauline Croce Steadicam : Remi Quilichini Set Designer : Tinka Rodriguez 1st assistant designer : Fanny Garnichat Props : Théo Cherdo Props : Agathe Monsang Props : Isabelle Lawson1st AC : Joann Leclair Botarelli 2nd AC : Sep Azadi Line producer : Alliocha Madeuf Production manager : Camill Debladiss PA : Maxime Angotti PA : Valentin Payeur PA : Badi PA : Adam Dusuel PA : Antoine Gay 1st assistant director : Nastassia Stupovski 2nd assistant director : Clara Teboul Casting director : Marion Besombes Gaffer : Thomas Garreau Electrician : Martin Chanvillard Electrician : Camille Simien Electrician : Adrien Lallau Key Grip : Nicolas Taravel Grip : Tanguy Goasguen Grip : Paul Collange Make up : Diane Servant Colorist : Mathieu Cappellane VFX : Fabrice Sèse Sound Design : Loïc canevet @ BENZENE

THANKS TO Just-Aurèle Meissonier & Marine for the camera tests RVZ - Evelyne Madaoui - Fiona Madaoui - Philippe Guillemain - Oumeya El Ouadie NEXTSHOT - Bernard KODAK - Geneviève Catania HIVENTY - Olivier Duval - Benjamin Alimi - Marie Sauve NIGHTSHIFT

Luce Nordman, Marie Berg (cosmicagency), Vicky & Alexandre Bella Ola, Lou Menais, Carole Mirabello, Soraya & Stéphane Mangin, Lucia Serrano, Clara De Gobert, Léo Schrepel, Ousmane Ly, Alphonsy Deki, Nérimen Hadrami, Basile Belkhiri, Benjamin Benhamou, Théo Jourdain, Evan Djenki.

[ambermarshalldaily]

Season 1 Throwback

Photo by Michael Weinberg