#ty for the ask i kinda went off the rails. CLEARLY not over this man

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Could you rank the Charlie Day movies you have seen so far? And say what you liked best about them? I really want to watch more of him heh ♡

omg, ill do a quick ranking and then also RB a post I did that's similar to this

1. pacific rim obviously... it's a great movie just by itself, even without how cute he is in it. newmann have my heart forever.

2. horrible bosses 1 (I haven't seen 2). it's an objectively lame movie. there is an annoying sexual harassment plotline that's just used as a joke. however most of the movie is pretty funny plus it has jasons sudekis and bateman and them with Charlie are fun lol. it's just a good brainless watch and Charlie's character is suuuch a malewife obsessed with his fiance <3

3. fist fight. hilarious movie. another good malewife CD character. sweetheart pathetic teacher. gets beat the fuck up. so good.

4. hotel artemis. again, charlie gets beat up. and he's a villain this time!! he's immoral he's slutty he's frantic he's an asshole. and jodie fosters character is so special to me I love her forever and ever. did I mention hot bloody jeff goldblum?

5. I want you back. I can't believe this came out in FEBRUARY?! it feels like forever ago. it's not the greatest movie of all time but it IS Charlie Day as a romantic lead therefore it IS a great movie. and jenny slate is incredible in it. <3 they're precious together and if you want to cry. go for it.

6. going the distance. bad stupid romance movie. what's her name... the tomboyish cute lead girl. she's ok. anyways Dan (charlie) and his comedic duo character are so in love. this is the one where Dan canonically cries during sex and can suck his own dick. and there's already a fic for that out there (you're welcome <3)

now we get into obscure cameos lol forgive me if I miss some

7. vacation ? he plays a frantic depressed heartbroken tour guide and it's kinda cute.

8. the hollars ?? I didn't watch this but @charlies-freckles did and the screencaps were funny lol. he plays a pathetic nurse. hot by default.

9. pacific rim uprising. bad movie.

10. honorable mentions: the Lego movie and monsters university. listen he's a decent voice actor even if he has a very distinctive voice. funny characters

anyways!! TLDR I'd recommend pacrim, fist fight, and horrible bosses, and if you like pacrim then hotel artemis also. or at least some of his Acapulco scenes because my god is he great.

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Name: Slow dancing in the dark

Chapters:1/1

Summary: Sometimes you just have to slow dance with your friend on a balcony because there's a Masquerade party going on downstairs and both of your dates left you high and dry. Sometimes you and that friend fall in love in the process, who knows. 

Paring:Fitzroy/Argo

Word count:1,578

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"Well Fitz, care for a dance?" Argo asks, interrupting the awkward silence and stretching an arm out for Fitzroy to take. His mask, one of the ones that would only cover the area near the eyes and was more for decoration than anything, was next to him on the railing and looked as if one bust of wind would send it over the edge in a heartbeat.

"Ask properly now." Fitzroy teases and crosses his arms looking at Agro, a smile playing on his lips before whipping his eyes with the coat of his crimson suit despite not even crying. His own mask, one that covered the full top half of this face only leaving room for the eyes, was discarded on one of the few chairs that were seated against the balcony. 

"Well sir Fitzroy Maplecort," Argo started with a bow making sure to keep his arm outstretched and a wide smile, he even laughed softly before getting the full sentence out. Fitzroy's breath hitched slightly. Sure Ago had already asked him to dance but something about how it was going on this time; now that it was more in proper formatting, it felt more special somehow. He couldn't focus on anything other than the man in front of him and the soft music blasting from the downstairs speakers and even he knew what would come next.  "Seeing as we've both been left to dry, would you care for this dance?"

"I don't know," Fitzroy whispers in a tone that would only be described as longing, despite what he said though, he gently took Argo's hand and bowed before standing up straight. Despite the quiet tone, his voice was also filled with the sound of a laugh that couldn't quite come out yet, then again he mostly always sounded like that whenever in the company of the other. "But...If you insist, it'll be rude for me to decline" 

Argo grinned and stood up straight before rubbing Fitzroy's knuckles with his thumb for a second before getting himself in position, one hand on the other's waist and one keeping their hands interlocked. Argo takes this as lone of the rare chances to pick fun at the way Fitzroy was taking at the moment: "Incredibly rude, I do say."

Fitzroy doesn't comment on that but does roll his eyes playfully. "Do you even know what you're doing?" Fitzroy smiles, amused while resting his arm lazily on Argo's shoulder, the height difference wasn't too significant but ever since his recent growth the whole thing was still somewhat awkward.

"Not in the slightest," Argo smiles back shifting on his feet tying to figure out the correct footing. He's danced before of course, but that was in the past with wild movements that seemed unplanned and planned at the same time. That was the complete opposite of what was going on now.

"Then don't you think I should lead?" Fitzroy asks right as the song downstairs shifted to a more appropriate song for something like this.  He was going to comment on the timing before Argo cut him off. 

"Nah, I got this!" Argo quickly states and starts the dance,  his movements a little wobbly but at least accurate to what he was originally intended to be. Fitzroy was beyond thankful for that at least. "I swear!"

Fitzroy laughs softly, more of a chuckle, and follows his lead. Now having to go oven slower then he was used to, which in his defense, wasn't all fast. He was self taught in this department, surprisingly,  one of the things not taught at knight school was the whole ballroom dancing thing. You'd think it would be a thing but no, it was not. "If you step on my feet I will shock you without a second thought" he says after a few close calls. 

Argo smiles mischievously,  sticking his tounge out, before gently stepping on the others feet,  "Whoops." He was laughing now, and completely stopped moving as the pair got closer to the edge and he didn't feel like explaining that to people. 

"Ow! Why you little-" Fitzroy cuts himself off by just how much he was laughing. His cheeks were flushed a lighter shade of red already and worth this it seemed to only grow darker. He quickly, and at a very low voltage, shocked Argo more so to prove his point then anything. It also got him a tad seeing as their hands were still intertwined so he winced slightly. 

"That hurt!" Argo whined with a playful pout, clearly not being truly affected at all. He was still laughing and was leaning on the railing again,  still not letting go of Fitzroy's hand. While he could've looked over the edge, or at the sky and stars he continued to look over at Fitzroy with a smile on his face. 

"That's what you get!" He smiles before pulling his hand away and leaning next to him but opting to look up at the sky instead, squinting as if looking for something as he did. He was calmed down enough to not fall over after all. 

"Kwss it bewwer?" Argo jokes reverting to baby talk something he knows Fitzroy found somewhat annoying, while still looking over at said half-elf.  He just wanted to hear them laugh again, just  to hear it. Wanted to be the person to cause it. 

Fitzroy snorts and pushes him playfully, having the other stumble slightly. His blush was starting to come back but at the tip of his ears. "You're revolting!" his words dissolved into laughter that then dissolved into just stifled giggles.  

"Just for you" Argo could feel his heart pounding in his chest, hearing it in his ears as if trying to escape its prison. This really wasn't how the day, well technically night, was meant to go but he wouldn't trade it for the world. "Now, are we going to get back to this dance or are we goin'  be waitin'?" 

"Nah, I vote we just kinda sit around." Fitzroy says before doing the exact opposite, taking Argo's hand and placing his hand on the other's hip. 

"Flip a coin?" Argo pouts.

"Nope, I'm leaning because I dont trust you to fuck it up again " fitzroy says leasung the dance, the song was different but this time it was one he recognized. He didn't know the name of it obviously but he does know it well enough to softly along. 

"I am beyond heartbroken." Argo jokes with a breathy sigh but allows Fitzroy to lead, quickly catching on and just as quickly being able to do it without nearly tripping. 

It was quiet again aside from Fitzroy's soft humming and the even softer music downstairs. It was awkward but instead welcomed like warm open arms on a cold day. The pair stayed like that for a second, just dancing but then the song ended and Fitzroy went silent again but Argo was too busy listening to the heartbeat in his ears and his own thoughts swimming to realize that it was over.

That was until Argo felt his arm get lifted up and a small kiss being placed on his knuckles, quickly jumped in surprise while getting pulled from his thoughts. It was soft and maybe that was the reason he noticed it, the way his hair stood up on end. The pounding of his heart only got louder and he warned more painful. 

"It was a good night, don't you think?" Fitzroy asks, now leaning on the railing but keeping their hands interlocked. 

"Didn't go according to plan but...yeah it was nice. " Argo agrees while leaning next to him while running his thumb over the others knuckle, it was a comforting feeling. He liked the feeling of it in honesty.

"We should start heading back to our room,  it's getting pretty late." 

"Do we have to head back right now? Can't we wait a few more minutes?'

"Yeah...I guess we can, but don't come crying to me in the morning if you don't want to go to class." Fitzroy looked over at him with a small smile, the tiredness in his voice was clear but that was the only indicator that he was tired. In the moon light it seemed as if his eyes sparkled and Argo had to stop himself from reaching out and holding the others face, his hand was enough after all.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Argo whispers now looking off at the horizon trying to find another place to look at then staring his friend in the eyes.

"Oh yes you would." Fitzroy accuses and gently squeezes the others hand on accident, it felt so natural he didnt even realize he was still holding it. When he realized he looked down at it and then back at the sky, leaning on the opposite hand and not even bothering to let go yet.

Argo laughs and shakes his head "yeah, I will most definitely doing it in the morning. "

"Don't you dare!" Fitzroy challenges.

"Watch me!" They both laughed at that before scooting closer to one another.

They'd have a lot to talk about in the morning, that was a given, but in this moment they just stood there going from wild laughter to slipping into yet another comfortable silence. Not moving until people started to leave the building, and even then they where the last ones out of there. Still not letting go of each others hands.

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Through Binoculars

A low pale sun lit the undersides of white clouds, turning them pink as they stretched themselves slowly across the gradually darkening sky.

It was a calm and peaceful environment. Sam could even ignore the cold of the concrete bench as she continued to stare through binoculars, transfixed by the playful antics of individual curlews and oyster catchers as they went about their job of finding food in the shallow pools some fifty metres away.  

The enclosed concrete hide was built like the machine-gun emplacements seen in war movies. Sam’s binoculars were pointed out through the gap in the concrete wall which serves as a window. It crossed her mind how odd it was that she was now twenty years old and yet this was the first time she had had the urge to visit the Musselburgh lagoons.  Watching the birds was much more relaxing than she had expected.  

And today she knew she needed quiet and calm, time to reflect.  Her mother had suggested bird-watching as a way of de-stressing through communing with nature. And now she was so wrapped up in her observations that she didn’t hear them until they were quite close; rasping laughter and loud conversation.

She turned to see the two young men enter the hide.  Finding her the young men halted for a moment and stared. Sam stared back.  

They were casually dressed, trainers and wool hats, padded jackets over tracksuits. The smaller one raised a long roll-up to his lips and inhaled deeply. The sweet smell of cannabis spread through the hide.  Swinging by their sides they each held a giant brown plastic bottle. Sam read the large writing on the gaudy label:  White Lightning Cider.

‘Want a drink?’ asked the taller and stouter of the two men, thrusting his bottle out towards her.

‘No thanks,’ she replied cautiously.

‘Nice coat.  Loadsa pockets,’ the smaller weasel-faced man commented. ‘Looks good. Cost a bit, eh?’

Sam didn’t know how to reply.  She remembered her mother insisting she take the lined, waxed jacket, her own jacket, that morning as she set off, saying ‘You’ll need to watch you don’t catch a cold.’

She shrugged.

‘Whit ye up tae then, honey?’ the tall one asked.

‘Watching the waders.  Plenty of curlews.  Oyster catchers too.  There’s enough space in the hide if you’re planning to watch too.’

The smaller one snorted, said ‘Give us your binocs then dear.’

Sam had already begun to lift the binoculars strap over her head when she had second thoughts.  

‘No, I’m sorry.  These binoculars are special, to me at least, and I don’t really want anyone else using them.’

The response was a terse ‘Give us the fuckin binocs, and then fuck off.’

Sam was shaken, but she stirred.  ‘I think it might be better if you two were the ones to leave,’ she said.

The tall one grinned malevolently. ‘This wee bitch is looking for trouble Meggsy.’  He unscrewed the top of his bottle and took a long slug.

Meggsy, the smaller one, put his bottle down on the concrete shelf under the viewing gap and sparks flew as he briskly handed the spliff to the other man saying ‘She’s pure asking for it Hendo, and I’m the man to give her some.’

He lunged at Sam, grabbing her arm with one hand and pulling at the top of her coat with the other.  But his face expressed sudden shock and pain as Sam’s knee connected forcefully with his groin. His hands went limp, vainly trying to clutch the injured area, and he staggered backwards.

As Meggsy lay writhing on the rough concrete floor Hendo’s eyes widened. He gaped, revealing some stained and some missing teeth before laughing a croaky laugh .  He put the bottle to his mouth and swallowed another long draught.  ‘Gonnae sort her out are you? That’ll be right. Yer a fuckin numpty Meggsy.’  He giggled. ‘Ye’ve had some knock-backs fae the lassies right enough, but that takes the abernethy does it no, eh?  This one needs a real man.’ He put the bottle on the ground and slipped his right hand inside his jacket. He drew it out slowly. In the dimming light the blade glittered like the moon.  He held the knife loosely in front of him, drawing on the joint as he casually strolled over to Sam.

Sam pulled down the zip of her waxed coat to reveal a thick-ribbed khaki pullover scrunched up round the waist by a heavy brown leather belt with a holster attached.  

Hendo hesitated.  ‘Whit, army is it; ome kinda fucken squaddie lassie?’ he asked himself aloud. ‘Bluffin though, intit eh?  No allowed tae be cairryin on the street. That no right?’

‘I wouldn’t bet on it,’ Sam replied as she swiftly drew the service revolver from its holster.

Meggsy saw it too and was already struggling to his feet, trying to hobble towards the entrance.  All the confidence drained from Hendo’s face and the roll-up fell from his hand as he too tried to back slowly away.

‘No, don’t leave yet boys.  You haven’t finished your cider.   Look, here’s what we’ll do, eh?  First, drop the knife.  Make that knives.  Fling across yours too Meggsy, or whatever your name is.  Careful, that’s the way.’  She picked them up and tossed the knives out the viewing gap. ‘Now boys, take off your clothes.’

Meggsy and Hendo exchanged horrified glances. When Meggsy seemed reluctant to comply she pointed the gun at his forehead.  ‘See boys, I should be on sick leave just now, sort of post-traumatic stress ‘n that.  The captain was blown up.  It was a gun emplacement, kinda just like this pill-box we’re in now.  That’s his field glasses I’m using.  I’ve been prescribed peace and quiet boys.  The doc was quite insistent.  Said it’s dead easy to go off the rails when your head’s not in the right place.  Go a bit mental like.  Have a really bad reaction to people. Start imagining people are Taleban, or ISIS, or Boko Haram, or schemie wide-boys that need their dicks cut off.  See what I’m saying boys?  Not my problem if something quite nasty happens here.

Meggsy and Hendo were trembling violently, more from fear than from the cold, as they sat in their underpants while Sam instructed them on removing the laces from their trainers before tying each other’s ankles tightly together.  Then Hendo had to tie Meggsy’s arms behind his back before she finally did the same to Hendo. Then she tied socks round their mouths, pushed them back to back and tied them together using their own tracksuit trousers. Finished, she picked up the remains of the spliff and took a few calming puffs before she started her walk home. She made the anonymous phone call to the police station on the way.

‘Did you see anything interesting Samantha?’ her mother asked when she arrived back.

‘Curlews and Oyster catchers.  Oh, and a couple of local tits.  Dad’s old army revolver is such a comfort though.

‘Well, it’s always something to remember the Captain by I suppose, that and his field glasses.’

‘Yes, I try to remember all the things Dad told me, the practical stuff as well as proper behaviour. His binoculars really help me to see things clearly.’

Her mother’s face was drawn and grey. ‘It’s hard to believe, isn’t it? Three months today since we got the news. Then the funeral.’  Grief made creases round her mouth and tears were not too far away. ‘It’s going to take us a long time to get over it.  All the same you shouldn’t really take the gun outdoors Sam.  People might think it’s loaded.’