Dr. C.Gallagher

Cause I've done a lot of living In this town. I've done a lot of flying, my feet on the ground. You can't build your bridges, after you burn them down. I've done a lot of living, but I'm dying now

[tedllasso]

Chris Evans professional beer drinking.

[cilliangallagher]

clarissa-gallagher​:

Flashback: About 1 .5 years ago Setting: Gallagher Household

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It was a quiet evening in the Gallagher home, the kind that Clarissa truly enjoyed and relished. Both of them had a day off and they were able to spend it together. It was a lazy day, spent indoors mostly aside from the few hours they had taken to bring Dodger over to the dog park so he could burn out some of his energy. Not that it helped much from the scuffling she could hear him making somewhere in the house. Despite the rocky start to their rebuilding, Clarissa and Cillian had seemingly managed to work out their difference, their marriage building up stronger than ever, even if Clarissa still kept a pretty large secret from her husband. It was a secret she should have told him months ago but she still couldn’t work up the courage to do so. There were days when she debated if he needed to know at all. Clarissa had already suffered through it, she still did, did Cillan need to go through that pain as well?

Her darker thoughts were rudely – and gratefully– interrupted by a loud bark. Before Clarissa could really react, all she saw was a blur of tan and white coming straight at her. “Dodger!” Clarissa huffed out in laughter as their dog jumped onto the couch the couple was occupying, landing with all his weight right on Clarissa. He knocked the breathe right out of her. She grabbed his face, kissing at his snout as his tail wagged rapidly behind him, almost hitting Cillian each time. “You are not a puppy anymore and you can’t be doing that!” She chastised the dog, but with the tone of her voice being so cheery, she knew it would have no effect on the dog. Pushing the dog playfully off the couch, Clarissa shook her head and stretched, a yawn being pulled from her. “Why did we decide that a big dog was better than a small one?” Clarissa asked her husband, though they both knew that she didn’t mean it. She loved that furball so much. Deciding that they couldn’t sit through the next movie without some buttery popcorn, Clarissa swung her legs off from where they had been resting on Cillian’s lap and stood up. “I’m going to make us some popcorn for the movie but could you grab me the blanket I keep in the closet? It’s absolutely freezing.” It had proven to be a rather chilly winter and no matter how high she turned on the heat, the house never seemed to get warmer. With a quick kiss pressed to Cillian’s lips and a smile on her face, Clarissa wandered over to the kitchen to make good on her promise of popcorn. @cilliangallagher​

Things felt calm between them, so close to being normal or as normal as they could get considering. Cillian considered it a miracle that they were able to recover from their last fight, they’d both been out for blood that night but funny enough getting some of it out on the table helped. Showing that they were both in it for the long haul. Getting Dodger had been a big step, besides moving in together which just felt logical, getting the pup was something they did for them because they wanted to and it was a step towards the future Cillian hoped for. 

While Dodger was a bright and meaningful to them, the dog had endless energy - no matter what. A prime example of that was the dog launching himself onto the couch with him, his tail hitting Cillian in the face with waggle as he tried to get attention from Clarissa. “He’ll never stop.” He said patting the dog on the side, protecting himself when the dog was carefully pushed off the couch. “Because most small dogs are demons that never stop barking, and he was cuter than the rest.” He answered with a laugh, glancing down at the pup. “Will do.” He said returning the quick kiss before following her lead and getting up from the couch making his way towards their bedroom while she went to the kitchen. 

Get a blanket from the closet, it was suppose to be simple, an easy two second job. However, the blanket in question had apparently been caught under a box which fell down as he pulled it off the shelf. The contents of the box spilling onto the floor at his feet and it gave him pause. Cillian knew what he was looking at, a baby onesie which he would have assumed was a spare for Ace, if an ultrasound wasn’t laying next to it. He knew what it was, he was a doctor after all but it had no reason to be there - no reason he wanted to accept. With shaky hands Cillian reached down picking up the picture and onesie, but his attention remained on the black and white picture and the name that was on the picture, ‘Clarissa Gallagher’. He wasn’t sure if he was breathing, the question of was his wife pregnant crossing his mind before his eyes found the date it was taken. A shape intake of air as he just stared. Cillian had no concept of time, of how long he stood there just looking at the ultrasound, gripping the onesie far too tightly. Theoretically he knew what it meant, in any other situation he’d have no problem putting two and two together but this was Clarissa’s and emotion and denial was getting the better of him. There was no way, he would have known, he should have known. There were some tears running down his cheeks, despite the denial, Cillian knew what he was looking at.  

[tomhordy]

[jaw clenches]

[evansensations]

Chris Evans as Ransom Drysdale in Knives Out (2019)

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[cilliangallagher]

decods​:

“Not me. I looked terrible and it was a tailored suit, so you know there’s no hope for me there.” Ronan replied in a playful manner. He was not too bothered about not having the right figure to pull a suit off, he didn’t attend that many bar mitzvahs anyway. “I’m sure you look dashing in a suit, though.” He quickly added because flirting was his second nature, especially around Cillian. “I’ve been giving it time. I’m not a teenager anymore, I should have a career and some guy wanting to marry me, not that I would say yes because marriage is for suckers, but I’d like the option to be available.” He sighed, slightly disappointed. “That’s a shame. I bet words could not do it justice. You know, I wouldn’t tell her, it’d be like it never happened. C’mon, I’ll rock your world, doc.” 

“You’re right, there really is no hope for you if you can’t pull off a suit.” He teased. A nod, confirming that he did in fact look dashing in a suit. “I’ve been told I clean up nicely.” Cillian spent more time in semi causal clothes than an actual suit but there were a few events he went to that required a formal look. “Might not be a teenager but you’re still not that old. You’ve got a job, that’s a good start. As for finding someone to marry, I didn’t met Clarissa until I was in my late twenties. You don’t want to get married but it sounds like you want a serious relationship at least.” The man was persistent and possibly trouble but what was the harm in teasing? “Are you trying to tell me you’ve never kissed a man with a beard before? ‘Cause I find that hard to believe. I’ve had my world rocked plenty. You know, most people wouldn’t consider it wise to hit on their boss’s husband.”

[capsgrantrogers]

Chris Evans | 77th Golden Globes | Red Carpet | January 6, 2020

[adoringgreys]

[cilliangallagher]

@clarissa-gallagher

[cilliangallagher]

decods​:

“It’s not what I want.” Ronan deadpanned, then laughed at his own mess of contradictions. His mind was a puzzle he would never decypher. “Well, I was born into a wealthy family, but they expect me to take over the family business to keep my privileges and I don’t do the office life. I don’t even look good in a suit and I look good in most things.” he joked. He remembered visiting his father at the office when he was little and how time seemed to stand still in that place. He would lose his mind if he had to spend hours of his days stuck in there. “See, you’re a better person than me. You’re thinking about saving lives, meanwhile I’m only thinking about getting rich, now I feel like a dick.” He sighed and turned to Cillian with a mischievous smirk. “You know what would make me feel better? A kiss. I keep wondering how your beard feels.”

It seemed like there was some similarities between them, at least with the expectations growing up. Cillian had managed to figure out his future though but he could remember being in the other’s shoes, how difficult it all felt. “Well that’s just a lie because everyone looks good in a suit.” He said with a laugh. “I wasn’t always thinking about saving lives, I was just thinking of a way to prove myself. No need to feel like a dick. It’s not an easy thing figuring out what you wanna do, give it some time.” There was no straight answer he could think to give about finding the right career. Another laugh as he shook his head at Ronan’s comment, an amused grin on his face as he spoke. “Sorry I won’t be able to help you feel better. You’ll have to ask my wife how it feels.” 

[evansensations]

Chris Evans | BTS | Call Of Duty Online

[cilliangallagher]

burkesfm​:

“  uh ,  yeah i’m good ,  “    he said ,   playing dumb .    nolan sucks at playing dumb so this will be a doozy .    “  so uh ,   why are you here ?  “    pretty sure spouses of business owners are allowed in their spouse’s establishments but ok go on .     he tries to face the other way ,   just so cillian gets to see the side of his face that doesn’t have a black eye as if it helps ,   but he does it anyway .    can’t he just leave ?   he thinks .   he doesn’t really want to talk about the bruise or anything in general really .

The younger man had avoided answering what happened, which made him think something bad, bruises like that were never an accident. “I’m meeting my wife here.” He said, not that he really needed a reason to come to the store that Clarissa owned, and that he may have helped purchase. “What happened? Get into a fight?” He tried again, noting Nolan’s hands, whatever happened didn’t seem one sided. 

[cilliangallagher]

romanreignn​:

roman missed his brother. since being in town he had only seen him once and felt that was absurd. after roman’s talk with clarissa, he had avoided cillian, uncertain of how to face him. how could roman look at his brother, when he’s in love with his wife. the reality made him sick, realizing that he could be ruining a marriage, ruining cillian’s life and it doesn’t sit well for him. however, going for what he wants and truly believes is what he was raised to do. he had found out clarissa would be at work and asked cillian to barbecue, roman promising to bring the beer if cillian provided the burgers. heading into the backyard, the male raises the two six pack cases in the air and shouts, “i have arrived!” @cilliangallagher​

Admittedly Cillian was a hard man to plan things with so he didn’t think much about not getting the chance to see Roman that often, even if they were in the same town again - not that the two had an overly close relationship. But he certainly wasn’t going to turn down the offer to see his brother when he texted and asked to come over. Cillian sat in a patio chair on the back deck, keeping an eye on the barbecue as he waited for Roman to show up,  enjoying the sun and a relaxing day off. “About time.” He called back. “Take a seat, food should be done soon.” 

[ransomflanagan]

Ransom Drysdale + ring

[cilliangallagher]

decods​:

“Sometimes I think I should have gone to college or something. I feel like my life is going nowhere.” Ronan mused with an exasperated sigh. His existential crisis stemmed from yet another threat from his parents about cutting him off. “But I never liked school and I wasn’t good at it, you know? I know how this sounds, but I think I was born to be rich… I’m not really good at anything else.” He was self-aware about how douchey his statement sounded but he was in an candid mood. He looked up at the other with the hint of a frown on his face. “How did you know what you wanted to be?”

@peachesstart​

“It’s not too late to go, if that’s what you want.” Cillian replied, leaning against the counter in the bookstore. He couldn’t help but laugh at the younger man. “Born to be rich, yeah, I think we all dream about that one. But unless you were born into a wealthy family, or become a trophy husband, you’re gonna have to put some work into becoming rich.” He glanced down at his hand in front of him. “I didn’t always know, my father had my career set for me almost the moment I was born. I was suppose to be an attorney and take over his business. My mom on the other hand was a nurse and her work stories seemed more interesting to me. I also might have had a bit of a god-complex back then so having the power to actually save someone’s life? That was appealing to me. So that’s what I did, I became a surgeon.”

[rob-pattinson]

CHRIS EVANS Defending Jacob, 1.04 ‘Damage Control’ (2020, AppleTV+)

[cilliangallagher]

clarissa-gallagher​:

Cillian’s argument back to her caused Clarissa to snap her mouth shut, a wave of self-awareness and guilt rolling through her. It was a cold dose of reality because everything she was arguing about? Cillian had just done for her, for them, and he had not even hesitated in doing it. He had left their hometown, his family, friends, his practice at the hospital he had worked so hard to build himself in. Everything. Her mind flashed back to that first night he was here, how quickly he had agreed and she felt awful that she hadn’t even considered that. The rage that had coursed through her veins was gone, extinguished as she took inventory of the damage they had just done to each other. The blows they had landed without a second thought and she found herself feeling defeated, sad. How did they get here? Each word Cillian fired back at her hit harder than the last, causing her to wince a bit because he was right. Cillian had fought for them for a long time and Clarissa had pushed him away. They hardly had a marriage when the night she caught him and Addison in bed had happened. “I don’t know.” Clarissa finally answered him, but there was no fire in her voice any more. She had nothing to yell at him for, not any more. “I don’t know, Cillian, is that what you want to hear?” She probably would have, but things for her had changed. The night she caught him, it was supposed to be a turning point for their marriage. A night when she surprised him with good news, news that had the chance to bring light to the darkness that had become their love. When she had seen him with her best friend, Clarissa knew she couldn’t stay. Couldn’t trap him into a marriage like theirs when he had clearly found something in someone else. So she had left, but it hadn’t worked the way she thought and a couple months later, that light had been entirely snuffed out. Clarissa would have searched for him, probably, but she couldn’t after what happened while she was in Peaches. After that loss, it was easier to not face him. There was a moment of hesitancy as she debated telling him the truth but as the words tried to form, Clarissa was paralyzed by ache. The ache of loss. The fear of his reaction. So she swallowed them back again, adverting her gaze from her husband’s as she wiped at her cheeks again. “I’m sorry.” Clarissa finally spoke again, the word queit compared to the shouts that had been echoing in their bedroom minutes prior. “I’m sorry.. you’re right. You did fight and I… I didn’t.” She closed her eyes, hard for her to admit that but after a moment, she opened them and looked up at Cillian. The brunette took a step towards him, cautious and unsure if he would even want her close. “I don’t want you to leave me either Cillian, but I know this is a lot. All of it.” Uprooting his life, trying to fix the fractures and bruises between them. The Peacher.  “And I didn’t fight for you, I know that, but I’m here now. And I want this. I want you and I’m fighting now. I was…” Clarissa swallowed thickly, adverting her gaze again as she ran her hand over her face. “I was scared. I still am.” She admitted, the tiniest of shrug lifting her slender shoulders. None of this excused what he had done, but Clarissa knew he was right. It took two to make a marriage fail like theirs had and she held a hefty part of that blame too. 

It wasn't what he wanted to hear, 'I don't know', to the question he shouted at her about whether she would have come back on her own, if she would have considered fixing them before he showed up - the answer was I don't know. Cillian looked away from her, focus falling onto the floor as the words seem to be on repeat in his mind. I don't know. My life. I don't know where you fit. A tightness formed in his throat, as he wondered what he was even doing here anymore, if he read the signs correctly then it was just him trying again while she, let him. It suddenly all felt painfully familiar. Whatever fire had been in the both of them was now gone, Clarissa being the first to yield and Cillian no longer had the energy to continue the battle. "That's not what I wanted to hear at all." He admitted quietly. A silence hanging between them before Clarissa spoke again, an apology. She didn't need to, he knew that, no matter what his wife did or didn't do, Cillian had been the one who truly ruined everything. He barely had the right to be upset or question the chance Clarissa was giving him after everything. But it didn't stop him from either. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the movement of her feet, finally looking back up to his wife's face. He didn't step back or forward from her, remaining in the same spot. "Do you actually want this, Clarissa?" There was no venom or bitterness in his voice as he asked the question, there was a rawness to it more than anything and despite her words, he was unsure if this was what she truly wanted. He was scared too, he'd been terrified the night he came to peaches and even more so now because there was something more to lose, he had little to no hope when he arrived but now, he saw the future they dreamed about when they first fell in love. Cillian took a step forward taking his wife's face between his hands, bringing her gaze to him, he stared into her shinning eyes, searching. "Be honest, do you want this, me."

[cilliangallagher]

burkesfm​:

@cilliangallagher      —     (  trigger warning :    bruises  )    one of the benefits of working an early shift is that when you’re alone and opening ,    no one really questions the bruises on your face .    he was always too early for people to notice so he usually covered them up when he got to work .    today wasn’t any different .    he was cleaning up the store after just arriving ,   adamant on taking a  short break  within the hour before he opens or when his boss or a co-worker arrives .    the bruises still littered his face and arms but he didn’t bother to cover them up   —   who was there to see them ?    a bunch of books ?    he’ll cover them up with concealer when he finishes cleaning .    what he didn’t expect ,   however ,    was someone being here   early  .    so now he’s in an open aisle ,    without a hood to cover his face   in front of his boss’ husband .    “  uh ,   hello ?    is the boss around ?  “    he questions ,    pretending he doesn’t have a purple ring indicating a mild  (  he thinks .   it still actually hurts  )  shiner around his eye .

Before leaving for the gym this morning he made plans with Clarissa to meet her at the bookstore for breakfast, so they could spend sometime together before his shift at the hospital. A bag of goods and coffee from the bakery in his hands he made his way into the store, planning to set up in his wife's office when he noticed her car wasn't here yet. He was heading down an aisle that had a more direct route to the back office when he came across Nolan. He'd met the boy in passing, when Clarissa first showed him around the shop, he seemed like a nice kid and hard worker. His first brief glance was more to acknowledge that someone else was in the store but approaching the other he took in his face, seeing the bruises there. "Christ, what happened to you? Are you alright?" He asked with a quick glance over Nolan, spotting the other bruises on him.