darkness.

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flyerjones·:

          𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄… but that man had too familiar a look on his face than she cared for. She glanced around… was he here with anyone? When that proved false, she gently cleared her throat as she took a seat beside him on the bench. What she was doing wasn’t totally unheard of… but even for a small town like Mystic, could have gotten her a few weird looks, and the scoff of ‘what a weirdo’ under the breath. ❝ Oh, I was asking if you wanted to feed the ducks. You know, bread is bad for them? Weird right? I went my whole life thinking you could give ducks bread. ❞ She tried for a smile that wasn’t alarming, ❝ I’m Simone. You’re… Carson right? Charlie’s… brother? I’m kind of a friend. ❞

The woman was talking about ducks. Of course she was. Why wouldn’t she be? It was an interesting topic. At least to him it was. There was always that age old question of where did the ducks go in the winter. He looked from her to the water and then back. “So, if they don’t eat bread, then what are we feeding the ducks? Oh, I forgot to say yes to that question, didn’t I? Yes, I would like to feed the ducks.” He smiled back at her. “Uh, yeah. Charlie has a lot of friends apparently. Yes, I’m Carson though. Nice to meet you, Simone.” He held out his hand for a shake.

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billie-underwood·:

Patience was not something Billie was good at. When your raised being handed anything you want in the matter of minutes, it’s not really something you develop. This town didn’t seem to care about her desire for haste. God, why did she have to be stuck here? Standing in line at the coffee shop, it was clear to her the man in front of her was in a different world. The words excuse me came out of her mouth more times than it probably had in her entire life. Finally there was a sign of life. “What happened was is your next, and you’re just standing here staring off into space. So, move along, bud.”

As the woman spoke, he felt bad about keeping her there for longer than she needed to be. “Oh, I’m so sorry. You can go ahead of me if you want. I don’t want to hold you up.” He held his hand out in front of him so she could step there if she needed to. Whatever his order was going to be flew out of his head immediately so he was left thinking about it yet again. Looking up at the menu, he tried to figure out what he wanted. “Any suggestions while we’re here?”

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CHARLIE HUNNAM Sons of Anarchy (2008) // Pacific Rim (2013) // King Arthur: the Legend of the Sword (2017) // Papillon (2017) // True History of the Kelly Gang (2019)

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emiliejadecarlson·:

Emilie saw the man sitting by himself and, sure, she probably should’ve left him alone, but it was a nice day, and she was feeling friendly. Or maybe just bored. But when she got closer to him, he looked… exhausted, and she was fully prepared to leave him alone, until he spoke. “Well, uh, I hadn’t actually said anything, but… I can. Hi there. You look like you could use a nap.”

“Wow, do I really look that bad?” He had meant it as a joke, but he probably did. All of the shit going through his head right now was taking a toll on him. His sleeping patterns had barely been alright enough to even call them sleeping patterns. It was more like a short nap and then he’d wake up and never rest again until the next night. “Sorry I interrupted you. I guess I’m just hearing things.”

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To say the least, Carson was worn out. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get through what was going on with his father. Some nights, he would wake up in a cold sweat, not knowing what he should do or how he would get out of bed. There were a ton of things barreling through his mind. His father. His daughter. The war. Everything always crawled to the front of his mind, threatening to take his sanity. He had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t realized there was someone near him. Whether they were talking to him or not was debatable. “I’m sorry, what happened?”

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goodluckcharliescott·:

“Well I’ll definitely never be normal, and neither will you. Just talking about the what-ifs. Dad’s pretty normal besides the workaholicism and bad jokes too. Wonder what happened with us.” Maybe lenient parenting while growing was a factor as they both had freedom to express themselves more than most kids their age probably, but they had pretty damn good parents. The corner of her mouth twitched with amusement when Carson said he wouldn’t eat the applesauce. This kind of sibling bickering was a greatly needed distraction considering the circumstances. “Mom’s at least capable of heating some water and dipping tea bags into the water. Is it even possible to fuck up on tea? She’s such an anomaly with the whole pharmacist but bad cook thing that I’m not even sure anymore.” She leaned back into her chair as she pushed her now empty cup of jello towards the middle of the table. “A joke? No, that was a cold hard fact. Between you and Dad’s jokes, and Mom not even being anywhere near the realm of joke-telling, you really expect the funniest Scott to be anyone but me? Maybe when I’m dead,” she deadpanned. Charlie figured as much that wasn’t a joke. Knowing she was the aunt of a kid she may never see again was tough, but for Carson? She couldn’t imagine how he felt all these years. Especially when he was the last person on the planet who deserved that. God, if she ever found his baby mama… she’d fucking strangle her. “Yeah, no shit,” she remarked dryly. At his next remark, she definitely didn’t find any humor there. “Carson –” she snapped, but then immediately reeled it back in. She had no right to be upset about that in particular, she knew that. She had screwed up. She had left Carson, her parents, and Sophie. But with the current situation there was only so much of a beating she could take right now. Her next words were spoken more softly, but with some exhaustion. “I know I fucked it up, okay? I’ve been fully aware of that for a while now. And you can tell me that any other time. I just… would really prefer not to hear it right now when we don’t know what’s happening with Dad yet. Okay?” Fuck she needed a drink.

“Well, our parents were just really nice parents that didn’t punish us for anything ever. Oh man, were we lucky as fuck. Maybe that was why I was dumb as bricks in school.” Then again, he had very much tried his best. It just wasn’t really good enough. Sonny was always positive though. Well, most of the time actually. Always was a little hard to accomplish when life kept handing you curveballs every five seconds. First his leg, then his sister, then his daughter. Maybe he should have just offed himself to avoid losing someone else. However, Charlie was back now so that would have been a bad idea. Who knew how long she would be here for though. “I think she’s disappointed in her ability, too. Maybe she can try baking. Exact measurement might be her strong suit. Regular cooking though? I’d rather eat a bowl of Frosted Flakes.” He leaned his arms on the table, fingers fidgeting. Hospitals were really the worst. he hated being in one again for what seemed like the millionth time. The last time he had been in one before his father had been diagnosed was when his daughter was born. It had been a beautiful day now tarnished with a bad memory. “Can’t we just all be funny? I think Peter Barker thinks I’m hilarious.” His dog thinking he was funny probably wasn’t the best indicator, but his dog meant everything to him. After all, the good boy was there to look after him. He would surely not lose that dog any time soon. Thankfully. “Right.” That was all he had said to her small outburst. He wasn’t going to bring it up now, but he had obviously been hurt when she left. Sure, she had been going through things, but hadn’t everybody? It always made him think of what he could have done to make her stay. He had suffered before and he would have been there for her, but she had just left. He would never blame her for it, never intentionally try to make her feel like shit about it, but to say it didn’t hurt him would be a lie. “Dad is fine. This has happened before.” That was what he told himself so he didn’t worry about his old man. “You know, I’ve been holding my tongue, Charles. And maybe I shouldn’t have, but I have been. There’s so much within me that could be angry with you, but I just won’t waste the energy on doing that. I can’t, you know? I’ve got so much...” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I’ve got so much anger about every little thing and I don’t want to take that out on one person and I certainly won’t take that out on you. Just...don’t leave me again. Okay? I just really need you around, alright? I know you can’t promise me that since you’re too used to avocado toast now, but I just need some hope that you’ll be around.”

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goodluckcharliescott·:

“Maybe it’s because you didn’t drop me I hate you. You could’ve fixed whatever was wrong with my brain and I’d be normal like Mom or something,” she joked as she stuck the plastic spoon in her mouth. “The solution is simple, don’t eat the fucking applesauce.” Or anything in the hospital, really. She didn’t really understand why hospital food was so universally bad. Like school cafeteria food. What was up with that? “Well I guess if Mom can make tea correctly, that’s what really matters.” She didn’t mind all the takeout food, she just liked to tease Mom about it. Even though Charlie never treated her such growing up, she had always been one hell of a Mom. She had to do double-parent duty sometimes, when Dad was out working 60-hour weeks at the office. “It’s really hard when I’m the funniest Scott,” she sighed. It was made to sound like a joke, but it was true. She was. At Carson’s odd attempt at a joke, her eyebrows raised slightly. Jeez, and she thought she was dark. She wasn’t particularly hurt by what he said, just slightly caught off guard. “Yeah, you and Dad both have really shitty senses of humor,” she remarked as she looked down and took another bite of her Jell-O. Her list of things to be guilty about was long, and right now she didn’t necessarily want to remember missing out on what happened to Constance. Carson never expressed any kind of anger towards her — not even her parents did — and she didn’t understand why. Were all of them holding back because of what was happening with Dad? “Luck with relationships in this family ended with Mom and Dad I think.”

“Well, that’s just not realistic. I don’t think you’ll ever be normal. Mom is the only regular one of us all and you spent most of your time with me as a kid so you were pretty much screwed from infancy on.” They both kind of were. Maybe it was because they really couldn’t pick up any of their mom’s normalcy that they were stuck in the hell they were in now. The rest of them going through shit they couldn’t recover and their mother there to pick up the pieces. “Fine, I won’t eat the fucking applesauce.” He wasn’t about to go in circles about hospital food. It was just known it was bad. He thought he would be saved by the applesauce, but he guessed it would just be another piece of shit to add onto the pile. “Oh yeah, tea is really the end all be all. If you can’t make tea, might as well just move to a different town and try again.” His eyebrow rose at her statement. Funniest Scott? Absolutely not. Most sarcastic Scott? Absolutely. And he was definitely going to tell her that. “I almost was going to comment that you’re not the funniest of the four of us, but then you made that joke about you being the funniest so maybe I should agree.” His knee absentmindedly bounced up and down as he thought about his daughter. He really wondered how she was. Was she okay? Was she doing well in school? Had she picked up any of that award-winning Scott charm? Probably not since her mother was a fucking bitch. Or maybe that was just his anger about the situation talking. “Yeah, well...That wasn’t exactly me joking much.” The last part of his statement had been, but everything about his daughter was not something he could easily joke about. Or joke about at all really. “I guess so. Although you were fairly lucky. You just fucked it up and I will tell you that over and over again just so you know.”

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goodluckcharliescott·:

“Dude, the applesauce? Absolutely not. They definitely get some of patients to vomit in some cups and just sell them.” At that image, she took another bite of the Jello. It wasn’t the most ideal topic, but it was just instinct to not start talking about the seriousness of the current situation. On top of Dad having to be here all the time, she knew Carson had his own personal bad memories of this place. And she definitely did as well, a particular memory of sitting on a bed with an oxygen mask post-fire she refused to allow to resurface. She wasn’t sure when exactly the universe had decided that this hospital was going to be a hub for their family, but she hated it, to say the least. But why talk about any of that, when that wasn’t going to help Dad get any better? She was slightly tempted to sneak out to get her flask hidden in her bedside drawer. “Yeah. Still kinda better than Mom’s cooking, though,” she quipped. She did wonder how Sonny was feeling, though she imagined it was similar to how she was feeling about all of this. In which case, not great. “I wonder what joke’s he’s already cooking up. He’s probably gonna say some shit like, ‘Sorry, I was planning to watch a few more episodes of NCIS, but then I got sick of it’,” she spoke in a mock-Allen voice. “I think everyone at this point knows where you got your humor from.” She looked down at her Jello. “He will be fine, yeah. Probably refuses to kick the bucket ‘til he’s finally able to do a stand-up routine as his speech for at least one of our weddings.” He’d live forever in that case, she thought to herself.

“...Literally, why do you hate me? I never dropped you when you were a baby when mom let me hold you or anything. And yet here you are wanting to ruin applesauce for me forever. I just...” He took a dramatic deep breath. “...I’m so stressed about this now. I’ll be fine, but at what cost?” He couldn’t even look at her eat the Jello right now. All of the food that was in the damn cafeteria looked wrong to him now. What were they doing to the food here? Surely someone spit in something. Could he even trust the packaged foods? What about the soup they gave to every single patient? Was it even Campbell’s? There was so much going through his head right now and he was pretty sure it was just to take his mind off of their current situation. Maybe, if he thought about trivial things like applesauce and hospital cafeteria food, it would help him not be completely sad about his father. “Hey, mom tries her best. She’s just really bad at it when she does. I’ve seen her boil water. The tea turns out great usually.” Their father was certainly better than their mother in the kitchen. Thankfully, Mama Scott didn’t even bother most of the time. He had seen her ordering takeout a lot more often nowadays since their dad couldn’t exactly be cooking in the kitchen for long. If only he could though. Those lovely meals of pizza were only great until they weren’t. And he definitely didn’t want to lose his taste for pizza. “Well, don’t steal his material now. Act surprised and laugh if he says exactly that when he gets back out here,” he joked. It was hard seeing their dad like this, but Carson had gotten used to it. It was fairly new to Charlie and he wasn’t sure if she felt worse than him or better. He had been around to see the older man slowly deteriorate and Charlie was able to miss out on that. He had envied that. Maybe it would have been easier to deal with if most of the damage had already been done. He wasn’t going to be mad at his sister for not being around though. People ran when things got hard and, no matter how much he wished Charlie hadn’t, she had done just that. “I take offense to that, Charles.” If he could have stared harder at Charlie in that moment, he would have. If there was a camera, he would have stared even harder into it. “Don’t make us sound so sad. You were at least married once. I dated a woman that left me and took my daughter. I don’t think I can trust dating anyone for a long time. Hey, maybe that’s why Sofa and me get along so well,” he stated jokingly. There was nothing hilariously funny about that situation, but he was sure she would gather that he meant no harm by that statement.

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goodluckcharliescott·:

“It’s kinda depressing if I say the Jello from here’s starting to grow on me, right?” Charlie asked after taking a bite of the red substance. Mom had demanded she and Carson go down to the cafeteria to eat something while she stayed with Dad, but the only thing Charlie had an appetite for was hard liquor, which hospitals for some reason still did not sell. Jello was about all she could stomach at the moment. It wasn’t easy getting used to, having to go through the chaos that was the emergency room, then Dad getting admitted to get started on what was probably going to be a days-long antibiotic regimen. She hadn’t even checked the time to know how long they’d even been here so far. Years, it felt like. And who knew how much longer. “It’s not that bad after the sixtieth time. Can’t say the same for salads, though,” she joked. She hoped to lighten the mood just a bit.

@carscnscott·

“It’s absolutely depressing. You couldn’t say the applesauce at least? The graham crackers? Pretzels?” Carson had never and probably would never like Jello. Nothing about it sounded appetizing to him. Then again, nothing in a hospital cafeteria sounded good to him. He had spent far too much time in one once upon a time to want to spend more time there. But it was for his father and he wasn’t going to just not come. He probably would cut off his other leg before he would put his own feelings before anyone else’s. Especially if they were in his family. He downed the water that was in the small cup in his hand before looking back at his sister. “Nothing in here is good, let’s be real. The salad sure as hell is not supposed to be. They try their best, I guess.” That was all he could say really. He didn’t want Charlie to have to worry about how he was feeling sitting in this hospital again. Sonny was getting sick of them. First, he had to sit in one for what seemed like too many months and now he had to go back for his father. It seemed the Scott family was far too unlucky. “He’s fine in there though. He’ll probably come out with another joke and then you’ll all wonder where I got my humor from and it’s just good ole dad.”

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I’m shocked to hear you didn’t have many friends and you were an online chess champion.

CHARLIE HUNNAM The Late Late Show with James Corden

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CHARLIE HUNNAM True History of the Kelly Gang (2019) dir. Justin Kurzel