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This blog is now only for archive purposes. I've deleted my non-original posts and officially moved. So idk why you're still following this.
I am now: HauptmannHolmes. Follow me there.
At 11:30 this morning I got a Facebook notification...
This is a GIF tutorial for justastormie.
Today in class, children, we will be learning how to make this:
Ehm. Herr Hauptmann, what exactly are you looking at?
So I’m reblogging myself to tell you guys how my parents reacted to this pic:
Mom: Wow he’s really good at being tragic.
Dad: Dear, he’s looking at her ass.
all of the above comments are mine. tumblr was being a betch ):
UCLA soccer team, 1967.
Can you find Eric Braeden?
59. Money
Rose carefully laid her finances out in front of her. Every penny was counted--twice. Every cent marked out in her personal ledger. Her entire allowance since the third grade (minus the price of several expensive articles of clothing and footwear) lay before her. She smiled in satisfaction at her meticulous accounting skills. Take that Mrs. Mallard, Algebra 101!
64. Kiss
It took Pru completely by surprise. She was standing in the dining room, arranging a fall-themed centerpiece when she heard the door open. Ellard was standing in the doorway.
"Good morning," she smiled.
He nodded and took a step forward.
"Did you want something? You look like you came here with a purpose."
"I did," he took another step forward.
She turned to face him fully. "Well?"
Ellard cleared his throat. "Ever since our ordeal, I can only think of one thing."
Pru folded her hands. "Which is? You're taking a very roundabout way of saying whatever you're trying to say. It's making me nervous."
"How long were we imprisoned together?"
"Three days or so."
He took a final step forward and settled into an uncustomary slouch. "How long do you think it takes two people to fall in love?"
"That's... a loaded question," she licked her lips. "And I don't think that there's a time limit."
"Good," he placed his hands on her cheeks and kissed her. "Then we're in agreement."
24. House
Trees surrounded the Wingate-Dúpre house. In the spring, the apple trees bloomed a pale pink. In the summer, the oaks erupted in a verdant explosion of leaves. Autumn brought reds, oranges, and yellows in every shade to the maples. And in the winter, when all the trees were stripped, it looked like a forest of crystal.
5&6: Twilight & Dawn
She pressed her nose to the window, trying to drink in as much of the evening as she could through the glass. After an entire day cooped up inside--hiding, fearing for her life--it was becoming too much. Her breathed quickened, fogging the window. Her mind began to race. Suddenly it felt as if her breath stopped. She choked.
In an instant Ellard was at her side. "What's wrong, miss?"
"Nothing," Pru clutched at her throat. "It's just so stuffy in here. Can't we open the window?"
"I'm sorry, miss, but that would give us away."
"Are you sure," she swayed slightly.
He led her gently to the edge of the bed. "Yes, however, I promise that as soon as it is safe, I will open the window."
Suddenly, Pru felt like a little girl again, hiding from the monsters in the closet. "Promise?"
"Promise."
She leaned back on the bed. It was soft and comfortable. Prudence breathed in deeply, the sheets smelled of citris and fresh air...
Pru started. Sunlight was streaming through the open window. She looked around, but Ellard was nowhere to be seen. There was a note pinned to the pillow opposite her: It's safe.
I love this moment, and I love that it shows that, as hotheaded and impulsive as he can be, Troy is still a fantastic leader. And then there’s the earlier moment where Moffitt says that he’s lost, and Troy is angry at him for about two seconds, before he gets ahold of himself and moves on to finding a solution.
They’re such great characters and the interactions between the two of them, with their conflicts, mutual insecurities, and the way that they support each other, is so well-written. It’s one of my favorite parts of the show.
^ This.
So this is mainly for your benefit, Aubrey. Because you don't know what Eric Braeden/Ellard sounds like and I think that you should. For examples there are: 8:43, 10:48, 12:20, and 19:17. I hope you enjoy ;D