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Taylor Kitsch on The Ellen Show to promote Waco and Only The Brave.

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Taylor Kitsch by Peter Yang for Variety Emmy Contenders - Limited TV Series or Movie: Waco.

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Jonas Armstrong - Hit & Miss

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Taylor talks about being proud of his work regardless of commercial success and if it bothers him when something that he really enjoyed doing and loved doesn’t resonate with audiences.

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Robin’s trying to be supportive. He really is.  But the i told you so is right on the tip of his tongue. He can taste it and he’s sure Sebastian can read what he is thinking in the glint of his eyes as well as he could read a book.   Hands raising in surrender, he instead kissed his long suffering husband with a grin.    “ the books dont know shit.”    His voice quieter now that he knows about the fussy baby that was finally asleep.   “ i did warn you, books are rubbish.”

Sebastian sighs against Robin’s lips, giving in and letting himself enjoy the moment for what it is; an attempt to soothe and it does the trick. Sebastian knew that this wasn’t going to be easy and Robin had warned him about the nonsense of parenting books. Didn’t stop Sebastian from reading them all though, or trying to.

“Takeaway on tha counter,” muttered in an almost pained tone. He hated nights where he didn’t even get to cook a decent meal. “Tomorrow, i promise ta feed ya good an’ proper.”

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It was a damn good thing that Lexi could sleep through almost anything. Which is why Sebastian was more amused than annoyed when Robin finally dragged himself through the front door and nearly tripped over his own shoes in the process. It’s helplessly adorable-- that look of concentration and the glossy giddiness in his eyes.

The first kiss lands just between his lips and his cheek and Robin makes it a point to make up for it with a sloppy one that hit it’s mark. Sebastian chuckled against him, Robin’s lips still full of alcohol and he hoped that there wouldn’t be a grouchy hungover detective to deal with in the morning. He would make it a point to get up early and make breakfast in preparation.

“Aye, when yer sober, I look even better.” With a light shake of his head, Sebastian wraps an arm under Robin’s and takes a good bit of his weight lest he falls on his arse and does wake the kid. “Case closed, I take it. A text would have been nice--”

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“I don’ care wha’ tha feckin books say, Ro, tha’ kid cries for no good reason. Even poor Lexie couldn’ get the bugger ta stop. So if ya make a noise goin’ inta tha’ room, I’ll kill ya.”

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robin wouldn’t deny the fact that he had never even thought that sebastian would be interested in the pair of them having another baby between them.  of course he was fantastic with lexi but expanding their little family hadn’t crossed robin’s mind.  that didn’t mean he was against it. rather now he was fairly sure that he wouldn’t be able to get the image out of his head. 

a brief laugh left his lips and he shook his head against sebastian’s with a grin.  “ oh you are definitely going to change your mind about the midnight screaming a few weeks in. ”   robin teased but the very fact he was more than willing to go through it all again simply said everything about how much it was worth.   “ she will, of course she will. all i want is for you to be happy, the both of you.”   letting go of one of seb’s shaking hands only so he could cup his jaw and hold him close, kiss him back, grinning all the time.

A light sniff, lest Robin had forgotten what a sap he was, and Sebastian all but melted against Robin’s touch. Arms wrapping under his arms and behind his back; unable to keep the smile from his face. They were going to do this, a little one to call their own. Well, another one, because Sebastian loved Lexi more than life itself. He’d do anything for both her and Robin. “I’ve always been the lighter sleeper b’tween us. Even if it drives me mad, I’ll no’ regret it.”

“I’m more than happy, darlin’. An’ I’m pretty sure she is too.” Considering they spent most days watching princess movies and having tickle fights, all building up to her pulling out her little stool to help with supper. Sebastian was the definition of house husband; a role he sipped into all too easily.

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“Us Canadians, we find that shit,” he says with a laugh. “Hockey’s like therapy for me. I went through a terrible breakup a while ago and it was the one thing that allowed me to actually not think about it for an hour-and-a-half.” - Taylor Kitsch

Taylor in New York with his hockey gear.

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@youre-myland-ahoy​ - will turner starter call

will turner can feel every soul at sea like a spark in the night or a star in the sky, beautiful perhaps though beauty is hard to find in his current cursed state.  when those souls are dead or dying they fall like stars from the heavens and scream out to the captain of the flying dutchman; not to save them but to catch them just before they land.  his crew do not feel it like he does but they do not need to, they go where he commands and this wreck was a mess.

whether there was a fire or they were set upon is hard to tell but the dutchman rises out of the water like the ghost and the legend that it was much to the obvious horror of the souls below, and his crew set to work.    bodies gathered and souls collected in this strange and other worldly state where the dead and the dying were exactly the same, speaking and acting like they were alive and well though they were not of this earth.    it was the magic and the power that surrounded the ship, so the souls could be ferried across.

there was one that stood out however, already on board by one of his crew and hushed words were passing throughout his men, glaces towards him and then to their captain. will could already sense that one, william could not recall his name but angler was what he went by on his ship, had vanished back into the dutchman’s woodwork.              sure enough this sailor stood out because he was, for all intensive purposes, fine.  no mortal wounds or death about him, a sole survivor but that was not what had unsettled his men.     

 “ you there, ”  and a hand pointed towards him, isolating him from the once living.     “ you are not dead and you are not dying.   you cannot be aboard this ship.   the mortal realm is still your home. ”    but the remains of the souls’ boat had since vanished into the depths of the sea and will knew that casting him off ship, would only mean returning for him later.

For the second time in his life, Sebastian had found himself sinking. Lungs fighting for air and his body tiring as debris floated around him, but not near enough or large enough for him to get a grip on. Fitting, this, that Sebastian would risk leaving the security (mostly) of Nottinghamshire for a chance voyage. Something that would have changed life for him and Robin for the better. 

And now he was going to end up at the bottom of the bloody sea. Just as he should have years ago. He wondered if his sweet Brendan would be there and he immediately felt guilty for that thought. He’d been given a second chance at life and he had found a love he never thought he would find-- again. 

Only one more week to go, Sebastian only had one short week left at sea before he was set to return to said love; instead he would never look upon those playful eyes again. 

The feeling of water pushing out through his mouth came as a shock. Someone had pulled him out of the wreckage and he was now surrounded by what should have been a dead crew, no, it was a dead crew, he’d seen, he watched, them die! All of them looking a little lost, albeit alive and another sort of crew all together. One he’d heard stories of and vaguely seen long ago. 

The Dutchman. 

Christ, he should’ve never left his little hut.

Pushing back his hair, Sebastian turned to face the voice and shakily, he found his way on his feet. “Oooooh no ya’don’t!” shaking his head and backing away, “I know who ya are and yer no’ kickin me off jus’ ta fuckin’ die and meet again. Yer takin’ me home, lad. Tisn’t me time yet, I’ve got--- someone waitin’.”

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his smirk was completely believable until the relieved and ecstatic smile spread over his lips instead.  only then does it become painfully obvious that robin was just as nervous and just as unsure that this was happening until he had seen those words scribbled across the other man’s side.

automatically he’s reaching out to run his fingers over the tattoo-like inscription and his smile only widens.  eyes snapping back up to look at him with a grin.    “ robin, i’ve gotta say it’s great to meet you, sebastian. ”

never has he said anything more true, a small laugh leaving him because he doesn’t know how else to respond at all.  doesn’t really know what he’s feeling either. a whole mix of emotions but he knows that they are all positive.   he’s shocked more than anything, but it’s a good shock hence the laughter.   

“so now i need to get you a drink or something don’t i?   that’s normally what happens right?”

Sebastian .flinches at the touch, just a little, before his body has to  tells his mind that it’s okay. That this is the person he’s supposed to be with. That there is nothing to fear in his touch. His eyes close and Sebastian memorizes the grooves in those fingertips. How it feels when they are dragged across lettering that few people have seen, let alone touched. The contact sends a blanket of warmth over his entire body; simply euphoric. 

And then the lad laughs. He laughs and gives a name and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world, a sonnet written for his ears only. Sebastian mirrors the smile, thumb stroking the lettering now on Robin’s collarbone, still taken aback that this is actually happening. “Y’know, I was startin’ ta think this soulmate thing was rubbish.” Especially for someone like himself, the life he’d lived didn’t exactly scream soulmate material. One night stand, hell, prostitute if he got desperate enough, but never would he thought he’d actually meet the one person meant for him. 

A drink? Sure, but probably a hell of a lot of drinks, drinks and more of that beautiful laugh. “Robin--” Sebastian says the name slowly, tasting it, thrilled by how it tastes on his lips. “I don’ know wha’ happens, no’ like its happened b’fore, now has it?” He chuckles and the hand on Robin’s collarbone travels past his shoulder and down his arm, a soft graze past his hand and Seb lets the hand fall at his own thigh. Better not be too forward, there is still chance he could chase him off.

“Bu’ a drink sounds lovely.” The world sounded lovely in that moment.

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he took a few steps, regaining his footing properly and grinning as he turned to face that guy who had challenged him….sort of.  warned him that he was being dangerous really, but robin saw that as a challenge.     “i object to that–”    he just about managed to complain, smirking as he’s pulled in by his trousers and kissed.

so he hadn’t actually been expecting a kiss if he landed it, but he got one so he’s not complaining.    (  if anything he’s slightly smug  )  it takes him longer than it should, however, to realise that there could be some kind of other motivation behind the kiss.    

the kiss ends and robin realises his hands have managed to curl around the other’s jaw   ( he still doesn’t know his name )  and that hopeful spark FLARES up once again.  calloused fingers drag down the top of his chest for a minute, smirk widening and confidence shining in his eyes just about able to mask the heavy nervous thudding of his heart.  finally robin reaches for his own shirt, grabs his neckline to reveal the cursive writing across his collarbone, not caring that they were either in public or drawing attention.

“ snap? ”

Not even a conversation to be had; not a name shared-- and Sebastian is so taken in by that kiss. It’s warm and tastes of everything he’d been missing in his life. It tastes of sunshine and hope and maybe a little thing that feels like love even. The hand that was quick to yank the lad in had managed to slip behind his back. His thumb grazing warm flesh, the fingers against Sebastian’s cheek made him smile in such a way he never had.

Eyes flutter open to find this wasn’t just a dream. The very attractive idiot still standing in front of him and Sebastian’s heart beating a mile a minute. He’d half a mind it would burst from his chest and flop about on the ground. Probably best it didn’t, lest it be stomped on yet again by a complete stranger.

But then he pulls pack, those same rough fingers that had been on Sebastian’s cheek are pulling back at the neck of his shirt. The writing is clear as day, and Sebastian can’t stop the smile that spreads across his lips. He’s waited so long or this moment, has thought of a thousand different things he might say and now he’s totally speechless. 

Sebastian’s own fingers reach down, curl around the hem of his shirt and pull up to reveal the script across his ribs. “Aye--” he finally responds with a laugh and reaches out to run fingers across the boy’s collarbone. “Sebastian-- m’name is Sebastian.”

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yer gonna get yourself killed.

funnily enough, robin had had those words said to him PLENTY of times in his life already but never never with the lit in accent that is hinted at by the spelling of the words that snaked around his left collarbone.  to start with, he had gotten his hopes up whenever someone  ( anyone ) said it too him.  now, eighteen years after the first time someone had warned him of his impending death due to his actions, robin almost doesn’t register when people say it too him.

almost.

there’s still a part of him waiting for their reaction when he responds but he ignores that part of him. that small voice in the back of his head.  which is exactly what he does this time. a boyish grin on his face as he stretched up onto his toes and then back down again. an action that would have been fine if he wasn’t on a wall, feet up in the air. his intention, as always when showing off, to quite simply blackflip off the wall    ( for no reason other than showing off and having fun.  he hadn’t even asked this guy for his opinion. but he was cute robin would give him that )

   “ if i land it– ”  he started, tuning on his toes so he had his back to the other boy but still giving him a roguish grin over his shoulder.  “ –i want a kiss. ”   and with a wink also thrown over his shoulder for good measure the young earl launched himself into the air.

he made the flip, landed it just fine with a laugh leaving his throat as he straightened up, but, midair as he had been, robin completely missed the look on the other boy’s face.

Sebastian rubbed the space just above one of his left ribs, same as he had a thousand times. He’d had his share of flings, even kissed a few girls because they too had wanted a kiss but there was never any fuel behind it. Besides, the words, If I land it, had never preceded any of those requests. 

Perhaps he didn’t have a soulmate-- penniless and damn near homeless. Not to mention he’d dropped out of school early on; at the demand of his father. The same father who decided to up and leave him in the care of drug lords. Causing Sebastian to run off on his own as soon as he reached sixteen.

But that was years ago. He’d stopped thinking there was just one person for him, better not to get his hopes up. He’d go work, pick up the occasional fling, go home. 

Today after his shift, he was walking alone. Some attractive sod up on the high wall. He’d shouted the words on a whip, intended to keep on walking, but then the lad was shouting back down on him. Sebastian stopped in his steps, hardly hearing the soft thud behind him, turning around to see that same attractive idiot laughing and grinning. 

Sebastian smiled slowly, the whole moment settling in, wondering if it was real and decisively there was only one way to find out. “Yer an idiot--” Sebastian quipped and without a moment to waste he hooked a finger in the lad’s belt-loop and planted a sound kiss on his lips.

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sometimes the outlaw was far too confident and sure in his skills, unafraid of being caught by the sheriff because he’s convinced he will still get out again. always escaping. he made it look easy  ( he would say that it WAS easy. ) 

“ hey. i’m a good dream. ”  but he knew sebastian was joking, the grin on his face not wavering at all even as he turned away slightly just to look over the crowds. constantly alert and watching his surroundings even if he looked relaxed.    

“been a good few weeks at the tavern has it?”  that was the sort of thing that robin wanted to hear, that nottinghamshire was slowly but surely getting back on it’s feet. if the tavern was doing better then that meant more people had more money to spend on small luxuries and that meant that Robin and his men were doing their jobs properly.

“Ohhh- aye, tha best.” Sebastian chuckled, eyes rolling and taking the opportunity to cut between a few stalls. If one of the guards caught glimpse of Robin out and about, it wouldn’t end well for either of them. And Sebastian wasn’t in the mood to be breaking out of the castle dungeons. Especially after purchasing such a lovely blanket.

“Weeks? Dunno ‘bout tha’.” Sebastian shrugged, he didn’t want to get Robin’s hopes up, but it was mostly law-men not towns-folk that kept his tip jar full. Sebastian had the grand gift of gab; and if it helped give back a little, he was damn sure gonna use it. 

Giving robin a small smile, Sebastian clapped him on the back, “Most of ‘em use tha money ya get ta them for more practical things than booze. I do hear yer name every so oft’n though. Jus’ kinda smile and nod and go on abou’ how wonderful ya are.” His teasing smile softened, fingers giving Robin’s shoulder a squeeze. “Yer doin’ a good thing, Ro. They’re gettin’ their spirits back, tha’s wha’ counts.”