has anyone noticed before how Carol hungrily...bites...Therese? and Therese is insanely overwhelmed with feelings, so much so that she can't kiss Carol back, she's choking.
such passion, pure feelings.
this film is not just about love between women, this film is about true love, which you rarely see, but thanks to art there is hope that this will happen to you too...
And the mess of the junket that followed; (the best time to be alive fr)
"But, give the girl a hairbrush!" https://youtu.be/qQxK6uqBVMY
"I died my hair black, I pretended to have different accents, I stole." https://youtu.be/fTAqyVmvDxs
"This...or That."https://youtu.be/cVm6Pr9NdZA
"I love all the marines if you know what I mean..." https://youtu.be/jzRcDZxctT4
"I will bring the emotional bandaids."
https://youtu.be/TJFnPKxu1u8
"You just need to just your face for a second<3"
https://youtu.be/4HIO5ssJ-nA
The one and only Today interview. (If you haven't seen this, what are you doing??) https://youtu.be/xNC0VAQydvk
The Marie Claire Interviews — (Sandy, Cate and Awkwafina) https://youtu.be/uYJ7V_WEVp4
(Sarah and Anne) — https://youtu.be/O-N733bw8sg
The Hilarious Mess of the cast at Never Have I Ever —https://youtu.be/T_k8ixGVMb0
THE Graham Norton Episode...https://youtu.be/uUC7wyqOXjw
James Corden Vid: https://youtu.be/K5lmXgKi6V0
And the mess that was the world/europe premieres.... (i miss it so much i want to die) LOOK AT OUR WOMEN. OUR QUEENS. (sandy and cate being heist wives irl.)
I’m many of your recent Belivaird fics Carol and Therese are engaged so I was wondering if you could do a fic with how you imagine that proposal happening? (My headcanon is that Carol was the one to propose but I can also totally see Therese doing it so you can do whoever feels right for you haha)
“You’re a star for doing this, love,” Carol beamed, turning to Therese who was sitting in the passenger seat of the car trying and failing not to glower at the windshield in front of her.
“I’m doing this for you, not Abby,” the brunette reminded her.
“Oh, hush,” the blonde laughed. “Don’t act like that. It’s no secret you and Abby are the best of friends these days. If anything, I should be upset that she’s replacing me. Should’ve known she’d end up liking my f-girlfriend more than me.”
They both caught the slip in speech, locking eyes for only a moment before the younger woman’s cheeks starting burning and she looked down at her lap.
“You promise you’ll come check on me at lunch? I don’t know anything about selling furniture.”
“I promise, sweet. And you don’t have to. Just explain your covering for the owners and take down any interested customers or questions. Abby and I will patch things over with them next week. We just need a body.”
“A body?” Therese snorted.
“A very cute body,” Carol amended. “A beautiful woman. With the sweetest smile. To bring in shoppers from far and near.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Therese rolled her eyes, reaching for the door handle.
“Dearest?”
“Mm?”
Carol’s blue eyes danced and sparkled mischievously in the sun, her lip caught in a smirk.
“Wouldn’t you like a parting kiss?” She teased, leaning over towards the brunette.
Therese melted against the blonde, letting their lips softly meet as she sighed into it.
“I love you,” Therese whispered softly, resting her forehead against the blonde’s.
“Not as much as I love you, dearest,” Carol murmured, stroking Therese’s cheek with the back of her hand. “Now go. Before we get too distracted.”
A few stolen kisses later, from teasing and procrastination on each side, Therese was gone in the shop and Carol was turning the corner, discretely parking only a block or so away where Abby was meeting her in a diner.
The blonde slid into their favorite booth, Abby already waiting, cigarette in hand and coffee untouched in front of her.
“I did it again,” Carol admitted, blushing as she sat. She slid Abby’s coffee in front of her as Abby rolled her eyes, but allowed her to take a sip, offering her a drag of her own cigarette next.
“If you would just go ahead and get it over with, the next time it happens, it wouldn’t be a mistake. You’re going to get caught, nitwit.”
“I can’t help it, Abby,” Carol sighed dreamily. “I love her. I want her to be mine. My everything. My always. My—“
“We get it,” Abby huffed, but she was smiling. Truly proud of and happy for her friend. “But you need to actually propose first. You can’t just declare her as your wife you know.”
“I can hardly sit still,” Carol whined. “Do you have it? Let me see it again.”
“No, I forgot it,” Abby rolled her eyes. “And what? You think the setting will change? The band will turn from gold to silver? It looks the same as when you bought it and every time you’ve looked at it after that.”
“Abby,” Carol exhaled. “Give it.”
“Here,” the other woman sighed, pressing the green velvet box into Carol’s waiting hand.
Carol shifted the small box from one hand to the other. Peeking into it carefully like something might pop out and bite her.
“She will say yes, won’t she?” Carol asked.
“Of course,” Abby promised. “I have no doubt.”
As planned, an antsy Carol helped Abby around town as she did some last minute Christmas shopping, the box feeling heavy in her coat pocket, burning a hole in the material. She wanted Therese to see it. She needed to see her face. Needed to see it on her dainty little hand.
After what felt like eons, Abby declared it was lunch time and Carol was ready to book it back ti the furniture shop, almost forgetting the lunch she was bringing as her ploy for dropping by.
“Carol!” Abby called out, propping her sunglasses on her forehead. “I’m so happy for you. Both of you.”
“She hasn’t said yes, yet!” Carol threw back, her hands clammy with anxiety and excitement.
“She’s never been able to say no to you,” Abby smiled. “Go get your girl.”
Carol took a deep breath as she opened the door to the shop, the bells chiming softly overhead as she entered. Therese was leaning against the front counter, elbows on the glass, busy doodling something in the margins of the receipt notebook.
“I was wondering if you might help me with something,” Carol smiled shyly, approaching Therese as the brunette raised her face to meet Carol’s own.
“Very funny,” Therese laughed. “Looking for a doll? I’m afraid we’re all out. Bright Betsy, was it?”
“I had something else in mind actually,” Carol waved her hand. She dug through her purse, acting like she was looking for her cigarettes.
“I won’t bother telling you that you’re not supposed to smoke in here since, you know, this is your own store and all,” the brunette grinned. “Did you bring me lunch at least before you light up?”
“Hold these for me for a moment, won’t you darling?” Carol asked, slipping off her gloves and putting them down on the counter. She rummaged through her purse again, using the activity to take a deep breath and steady herself before she put the small velvet box on top of the gloves.
“Um. Carol.”
“Left it too long,” the blonde smiled, eyes practically glowing. “Go ahead. I’d love to know what you think.”
“Carol, I—“
“Therese Belivet,” Carol murmured, her voice deep velvet. “What do you do on Sundays?”
Therese was staring at her blankly with wide eyes as the blonde opened the velvet box for her, the simple but stunning diamond ring glimmering between them. “I thought perhaps, you might like to marry me?”
