Katherine McNamara as Abby Walker in ‘Walker: Independence’ 1x05
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Katherine McNamara as Abby Walker in ‘Walker: Independence’ 1x05
Katherine Mcnamara
liv-li:
“That checks out,” Liv said, giving June a brief once over. Carefully, she tugged at the end of a ribbon, watching the gift spin and spin to its grand reveal. This one was some sort of makeup set – probably one of June’s many PR packages judging by all the shades. She could tell based off the wrapping paper which ones were from June’s endless mountain of PR and which ones she picked herself.
Liv lowered herself onto the rug and picked up one of the “June wrapped” gifts. She looked up at the request with her own little laugh. Technically, she already painted something for June because June was one of those people: she had everything and then some, so the gifts had to be special. It sat on the counter, wrapped all nice and neat. “I did tell you that and I do. I’ll get the canvas if you tell me the dimensions. What would you want me to paint for you?”
—
“I don’t want to tell you what to paint,” June frowned. “That ruins all the fun.” June liked art that was by people who did art because they wanted to do it and not because of some request. June wanted Liv to do what Liv did best, whatever she wanted.
“No, I don’t know what size yet. We’re still looking at places. There’s this really cool one that has a silo built into it, that I love. But we need a place with a barn, Duck needs to come home, and Vann’s gonna put his clients horses out there, and we need chutes, and a real arena, and cows, and it’s a whole thing.” June paused. “I am gonna have a big party out there after we move in, whatever place we choose.”
vannrichmond:
“Okay but–” he started, “listen to what you just said. Your money.” He said, hard stop. “It’s yours, you made it. It’s not mine.” It wasn’t necessarily pride, he wasn’t a prideful man for the most part, but it was a sense of he didn’t work for it, so it wasn’t his. And even then, most of the things weren’t his. “That doesn’t make it anymore mine.” He rolled his eyes, “hate songs about me? Come on.” While, for a minute they were very helpful in getting him laid, the long term, not so great if he was just walking in a store, and it was a not so nice song about him or something he’d done or a negative idea of him. “I thought thats what we were doing.” He said looking at her for a long second, “are you doing something else?”
“Mmmmm.” He murmured, “don’t go spreadin’ that rumour, people will start believin’ it.” He said, low enough for just her to hear, not that he’d seen anyone else there today. He pressed yet another kiss to her lips before laughing, “that doesn’t sound like me. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I would never drive a joke home like a paid comedian.” He said, a bold faced lie right in front of her. “I’m pretty sure you’re the problem and you just don’t know how to laugh at a great joke.” He shrugged, like that could, in any world, actually be the problem. “I have to watch him.” He sighed, “it’s not my fault I’m pretty sure you were trying to purposefully distract me.” Was she actually doing that? He would never know, but he was distracted none the less. “Please walk him again, I’m gonna look at his ass and not yours, promise.”
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She paused, because while it was a light subject, it also wasn’t. Pausing, while he was speaking, she gently tapped her fingers to his chest, a look of seriousness and a flash pain crossed her face. “Vann, I —” She tilted her head in a wince. Hurt trying to even get it out. “I almost lost you twice, for that money. I almost put myself in the hospital, for that money. The fights, the breakdowns, the bullshit... we sacrificed a lot for it, for my whole career. So no, it’s not just mine.” Her hand paused on her chest. “And now it’s time use what we sacrificed for to get something for us, for our family. It just... doesn’t mean anything if I don’t get to share it with you.” She sighed. She wasn’t going to address the content of the songs, she’d written three songs that were really about him in that album, and they weren’t even that mean. Now, did they age well? No, not even a little. Especially the one, but she was young and mad and stupid.
Blinking once, she changed the subject back and went, “You know, I’m kinda tempted to tell you all I know and see what you say. Though, you’d be walking around like ten or twenty feet tall and bulletproof, for sure.” Her lips twitched into a smile at that. But then he’d say something that would probably piss her off, even though the old things he used to say didn’t hit her like they used to, she wasn’t sure of the risk. “Alright, I’m gonna walk him. His ass is bigger, should be easier to see, you know.”
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June was surprised when her phone rang in the middle of the day. Even more surprised when it was Vann. “Hey baby,” she said, adjusting her AirPods as she walked with Beau.
“They’re here.”
Cryptic, just how she liked it. “…you gonna explain or am I supposed to know what that means?”
“Your parents. They’re here.”
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IF SHE GIVES ME HALF A CHANCE / self para when / march 2017| where / backstage to the san antonio rodeo featuring @vannrichmond
The crowd was still screaming her name when she stepped off the stage. Some time ago, the high she got off performing had faded away. She could turn on and off the performer in her, and she felt her real personality settle back over her. Her heels clicked as she walked backstage, a thousand people talking to her and the words blurring by. She had a pen in her hands and was signing things as she made her way to her dressing room.
vannrichmond:
“A drop in the bucket.” He said simply. Sure, it was probably a lot, they were looking at things in excess of a million dollars, which was ridiculous to him, he hated Georgia, he didn’t want to live here, but if she did, that was that. Easy math, two percent was more than the average person made a year. June however, didn’t play that game. “Yeah I know.” He said, because the houses on the places she was picking weren’t places he could necessarily see her in. “You know, you can also build whatever building outside too?” Arguably cheaper than fixing a house, he knew how she worked, and they’d be living in her current house for a year until the other one was what she liked. But by that point, it would have been easier to just start from scratch. She said his name and his brow rose, “I know.” He nodded, “but I ain’t really– looking.” He was still having a hard time coming to terms with the whole, whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine. She was looking at houses that were out of his tax bracket, and it was her money. She could get what she wanted. It wasn’t their money, not to him.
“Nah,” he started, a smirk growing on his face as she winked but did what he’d asked anyways, “I think it’s just half.” He said, watching her way more than he should have been, only for her to be back at the start and he hadn’t been looking at the horse at all. “You don’t look at that annoyed.” A hand went to the small of her back, pulling her closer so he could press a kiss to her lips. “You seem fine.” The corners of his mouth pulled upwards into a devil may care smirk, “but uh–” He continued, “you’re gonna have to do that again.” He shrugged, “I didn’t pay all that much attention to the horse.”
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Every once in while, she could read his mind. About a decade together and she’d learned his less is more language better than most. “Okay, but this doesn’t work at being ours if we don’t get something you like too, so like, you gotta. We could build something, if the land is right. And you gotta get over the my money being mine, I beg of you.” It was weird, and it didn’t make her feel good that he was adverse to even pretending like it existed for something that was theirs. If he wanted to buy like, a new bass boat, with her money that only he’d use, she could understand this. But this was their house. Theirs. “Plus, all the songs that charted were about you anyway, so get over it. Let’s get a place we like, and then if we hate it in five years, we’ll buy another one.” She waved a hand. It would earn her an eye roll.
“It’s all and a half. You love me more than you know what to do with, admit it,” she said with a grin and tugged on his belt gently. “I’m not, right now I’m just fine and dandy. While I know there are things you’d like to hear, I know better than to bring them up because you, my sweet man, don’t know when to not joke and there lies the problem.” She gently poked her thumb into the spot above his buckle and was met with muscle. She almost forgot he’d been working out that hard. “You gonna watch him again, or me, because if you want that runway show, he’s fine, and we should get back home,” June grinned at him.