i don't belong

and my beloved neither do you

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‘Mothering’ Caleb and a pregnancy scare flashback all in one ep. I see what’s happening here. 

 ⎿  Season 6, Episode 18 - ‘Burn This’

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[kwistowee]

Colin O’Donoghue in ‘Dolly Parton’s Heartstrings: JJ Sneed’ (2019)

[she-wolvess]

Thank you for your service. He’s just a fucking cab driver.

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[gossipgirls]

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[cold-oceann]

GET TO KNOW ME MEME - [3/5] male characters ↳ Leo Collins (The Vow)

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ATTICUS & MAGDELENA:

Magdelena frowned in response to his words; she hated the sense that he was making. Of course it made sense that he would have been someone of nobility, like he said everyone at that party was someone. It was her new normal to be surrounded by people with titles, but even with this information Maggie had dedicated herself to be mad. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous. I’m sure not everyone was. Isn’t that why you’re meant to introduce yourself properly? You should have said something. You lead me to believe that you were… That you were like me.” Magdelena argued, of course there was no ‘like me’ anymore. Titles, balls, everything that came with being royalty was her new normal and now she was more like him. But the idea of them being similar in backgrounds and pasts made her feel a whole lot more comfortable around him. Something that Magdelena hadn’t felt since she first stepped foot in Astrea. 

“Fine. I’m sorry for assuming it was something you already knew.” She retorted, a fake and sarcastic apology from start to finish. “It seemed as if everyone else knew and had something to say about it, I’m just surprised that you didn’t.” Magdelena said- she truly was dedicated in being bitter and angry about the entire situation. “Why are you here, then? Trying to work out some other new way to give me some sort of false sense of security?” Maggie asked, she didn’t even care that this wasn’t a ‘proper’ way to speak to someone of nobility as her grandmother would say. Apparently the two of them had already gone past the need for their titles and politeness that was now expected from them. 

“It was never my intention to lead you on or anything of the sort,” Atticus insisted to her. “The mix of people that show up at events like those is always so varied– happening upon anyone and everyone is possible,” he shrugged, knowing that perhaps the other didn’t know that but running into some big names was not uncommon at balls like that one. Names much bigger and reputable than his own. He obviously didn’t want to add to her plate, but she was lucky it was him she’d encountered and not someone more uptight or insistent on royal etiquette that night.

Atticus appreciated her apology, but didn’t feel like she needed to. If she really was knew to all of this, he couldn’t blame her for feeling lost or betrayed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you, I didn’t know who you were. To be honest, I still don’t know you. But it doesn’t have to be that way,” he told her, although worried his words would appear false or to be lined with ulterior motives now that she knew who he was. Now she would think he was just a power hungry opportunist like his uncle. “It was my uncle’s idea,” Atticus admitted when she asked what he was doing here. “He already knows your grandmother well and organized this whole thing. He wants our families to grow closer as allies.”

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GABRIEL & LILY​:

Lily smiled brightly in response to his comments; she didn’t know much about him yet but even so Lily didn’t think that she had ever met someone like him. Someone kind, polite and willing to go along with any sort of little ideas that Lily had- most people she would incorrectly call friends would have been over it by now, slowly but surely losing interest in the ideas that she found fun, like trying new drinks just for kicks. But he wasn’t. 

She watched attentively as he took a sip, not wanting to miss his reaction to the drink. “It’s not bad, right? If you wanted, you could even add some cinnamon to the top to bring back some of the bitterness if it’s too sweet compared to what you’re used to.” She suggested as she took her first sip of her own drink- one that was incredibly sweet and probably had more sugar in it than coffee. The complete opposite of what Gabriel had described liking. “No, no, please. This is my thank you. You can do your thank yous another day.” She teased, “Really, thank you. I would have been completely lost without my wallet and I probably wouldn’t have even noticed until it was too late.” Lily admitted, although she wouldn’t admit that it was something that had happened to her before. She didn’t want to be seen like a typical blonde. 

“Did you do your mechanic training in town or did you move here? Or is the training not a thing? I don’t know much about cars.” She spoke, as if it weren’t obvious from their conversation before about the state of her car but even still Lily was interested, in both learning about what he knew and learning about him in general. 

“Cinnamon you say?” he quirked up a brow. “I might actually do that since this is quite the upgrade from my regular black coffee. But not a bad upgrade,” he added the last bit quickly, not wanting her to think he wasn’t grateful for the drink or even the choice she’d made for him. It really wouldn’t hurt him to get out of the habits he’d grown a little too comfortable in. “Alright, alright if you insist,” Gabe raised his hands when she told him he could thank her another day. “So another day, hmm? You’d want to hang out again?” he couldn’t help but pick up, feeling confident enough to tease her lightly about it. “It’s no big deal though. I’m glad I could get it back to you so quickly.”

When she turned the conversation to ask about himself, Gabe shifted slightly and brought the coffee back up to his lips. He always felt weird talking about himself but was intrigued that she seemed to care enough to ask him more questions to get to know him better. “Well I always had a talent for fixing things... taking them apart and putting them back together. I was even doing it with my toys as a kid. as I grew older I moved onto cars. I worked as an apprentice under a mechanic for almost a year until he promoted me to a proper employee. Never finished school, it didn’t have a natural talent to it like most kids seem to. And well, I’ve been working there ever since,” he finished explaining with a little shrug of his shoulders. “And you? What’s your story?”

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EZRA & EDEN​:

“If I could have things my way that’s exactly the way I’d have it too,” Eden agreed. “Maybe when I turn thirty? Thirty’s old enough to be in charge of an entire country, right?” She joked. “That is exactly how a monarchy works, actually. But yes, there will be no Boris Johnsons in my government, thank you very much.” It was fun to think of all the hypotheticals and the very far fetched ideas from time to time, but this was something Eden really wanted. Something that did seem far fetched until her mother actually did it, at least. “I am right, aren’t I?” Eden spoke, turning her head to look at Ezra as she reached her hand out to take another handful of popcorn. She couldn’t help but laugh at his terrible attempt to conceal a yawn, “I think you should take me back because you are very tired, Ez. There’s no point hiding that from me.” Eden rose slowly and began to fold the blanket up, picking up a few rogue popcorn kernels to hide any evidence they’d been on the roof. She slipped on her kitten heels and clambered back through the gap in the solarium, brushing down her dress and tights as she did. Eden smiled as they walked back towards the stairs to head to the second floor where her bedroom was situated. The whole building had quietened down from the ruckus of earlier and all that could be heard were the clicks of their shoes against the hardwood floor. “Thank you again, for tonight,” she said as she arrived at her door. “I’d invite you in but I know you need to sleep quite badly – even if you deny it,” she grinned, but stood lingering at her door for a few moments more, not wanting to leave his company. “Goodnight, Ezra.”

Hands in his pockets as the two made their way to Eden’s bedroom, Ezra’s mind played back their conversation from just moments before. Perhaps it was rather existential of him, but he liked savoring every moment he spent with Eden. They had been such a major part of each other’s lives for so long that he didn’t want to forget a single second that they spent together. Even when it was something like eating popcorn on the White House roof. He sighed lightly once they reached her door, dreading that he had to wait until the next day to see her again. “Goodnight, Eden,” he smiled softly, wanting to do more than just reach for her hand and squeeze it gently. But even that would’ve been deemed inappropriate by his father. “Goodnight and sweet dreams.”

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KENDALL & RONNIE​:

“Alright then, please feel free to remind me whenever you like,” Ronnie said after another bite of his breakfast, “If I recall, your reminders are usually quite pleasurable. Verbal or otherwise,” He really shouldn’t be so bold about it. They weren’t together, not in that sense. But it was the way they spoke, flirty banter that sometimes crossed the boundaries of platonic but he truly wouldn’t have it any other way.

Though disappointed he had showered alone, Ronnie did know he hadn’t taken a long one. The invite was always genuine but frequently said in the banter-y nature of their friendship so it wasn’t always taken seriously. Really he shouldn’t have been so disappointed and yet here he was. He grinned, “Well this is my job, I have to look smart, don’t I?” He replied, “Oh please, if either of us ever underdresses, it’s me. Your outfit is always perfect,” To him she was always perfect period. He nodded, “Yeah, let’s,” He said, grabbing whatever else he needed and heading toward the door.

“You don’t need this to look smart, Ronnie. you are smart,” she insisted, knowing that the word could mean two different things but still wanting to turn it on its head to give him her support and an added boost of confidence going into this that was important for his job. When he turned the compliments to her, she kicked up a leg with a little wink, “Thank you, thank you. I know I can make even a pair of sweatpants look runway-worthy. It’s a blessing and a curse,” Kendall teased although it was no secret the woman seemed to pull off anything. But teasing also seemed to be the way to go, not wanting to lean too much into how compliments from Ronnie meant more than they did from anybody else.

Kendall’s arms were linked into his as they approached the caterer’s establishment. “This place looks nice! I mean I’m not surprised, but I’m just excited to see what they’re going to have us taste today,” she admitted, almost as thought they hadn’t been enjoying a lovely breakfast only a few hours ago. “It’s go time, Ronnie. you’ve got this,” Kendall smiled supportively, as they reached for the door to go inside.

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ALASKA & PJ​:

“By now? As in from the…” He glanced at his watch, “Ten minutes that we’ve been talking?” He finished his question with a raise of the eyebrow but the corners of his lips had twitched upward. He nodded, “Yeah, I understand. Everyone needs human interaction really,” He knew that from experience. PJ could insist he didn’t need anyone every day of the week but he had never been happier than when he had people. Eli had been one of them and now he had no one. At least not anyone he actually trusted anyway, “Belonging somewhere can be difficult. At least those animals can get some of it with volunteers.”

PJ drank from the new class slowly, taking his time with it. Mostly because he was distracted talking to her. Literally anyone else was his first response to her question but he decided to have a better think about it, “Well,” He began, still thinking, “I’d like to be a man at a club, someone who just moved to town, permanently, and he’s trying to make new friends,” That’s the ideal situation but he didn’t make friends. Not in the line of work he’d chosen, “What about you?”

“Absolutely,” she nodded out without a moment of hesitation. “Ten minutes to form an opinion is more than some people get,” Alaska felt the need to point out. “They may need it, but it’s all about getting the right kind of human interaction. some can make us feel worse,” she added, her gaze flitting down at her glass momentarily before she picked it back up again. “Definitely. I guess volunteering and seeing things turn out positively for the animals there restores my hope every time I think I’ve lost it, you know? Kind of silly I guess but, it’s pretty inspiring. Like watching one of those ‘The Dodo’ Facebook videos about rescued and rehabilitated dogs but in real life.”

She nodded at his response, “Rather humble of you. You could’ve chosen to be an heir to some sort of enormous fortune or a New Zealander on vacation who’s stuck here because he lost his passport,” Alaska teased lightly, but in reality she respected his answer greatly. “Me? A sophisticated and well-respected woman who gets treated as such. Not just diminished to her exterior. And of course, someone who has a good time tonight,” she added the last bit while raising her glass to the air and taking another sip.

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There was very little you could do when your mother had you on house arrest for as long as you could remember. Sure, Rapunzel’s mother often spun it as protecting her from the dangerous world outside, but that only made the blonde want to see it even more. Even as time went by, Rapunzel more and more convinced that she didn’t belong here with her mother. Whenever she asked, her questions would get promptly dismissed so there had to be something she was hiding from her, right? For years she’d find her escape in books and search for answers wherever she could, but leaving and experiencing the world outside of her four walls seemed impossible. 

But one day Rapunzel woke up deciding that enough was enough. Tricking her mother into leaving for a week’s trip, she packed up her own things and snuck out. With a newspaper clipping talking about a mysterious thief tucked in her pocket, she searched for the pub he was a regular at in hopes of finding him. Could be be her key to getting the answers she’d wanted for years?

Finally arriving upon the establishment, Rapunzel took her time before mustering up the courage to walk through the door. Inside the bar was filled with rugged looking men of all sized, hunched over their pints and speaking in gruff voices. Immediately wanted to shrink upon entry, instead she tried to hold her head up high as she showed one of the bartenders the newspaper article only for him to point in a far corner of the pub. She thanked him quietly and tried to navigate the sea of ruffians to make it to who she’d come to see.

“So you’re Flynn Rider, huh?” Rapunzel approached the other, trying to mask her nerves by standing up as straight as she possibly could. “I was told you could help me,” she said, not quite sure how to go about this. How did you ask someone to help you figure out who you really were? “So... can you help me?” 

@momentomcri ( flynn )

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DAWN & CEDRIC​:

“Can’t say I’ve ever encountered a situation like this, but my evening was proving to be pretty boring and this seems at least somewhat entertaining.” He commented from where he was still leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. “Well one, this isn’t a movie, I’m not a mob boss so therefore I don’t have a gun but I am intrigued to know if you ever have had someone pull one out on you before.” Cedric commented, wanting to ask the other a lot of questions which should be the opposite reaction he had for someone who literally robbing him right now. “And two, this may be my home but this is my Dad’s office so really this doesn’t concern me.” He said with a shrug, sure he’d probably get in the neck when his father returned home and he would tell him that the place had been robbed. “Also three, I could call the cops and you could run away, but they’d still have you on camera.” Cedric continued, pointing to the security camera in the corner of the room.

“Oh I absolutely have had someone pull one out on me. Many times. It’s not fun, let me tell you that,” Dawn admitted to the other, not sure why she was being so candid with him. “So you have no loyalty to your father? You wouldn’t tell him that his place was robbed?” she shifted so she wasn’t just looking at him from over her shoulder. but when the man mentioned the camera, dawn swore under her breath, “Shit, of course,” she looked at the goods in her hands and then back up at the man still in the doorframe. “So what happens now? Either way I’m in trouble, right?”

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BEVERLY & EVERETT​:

“Same I suppose,” Everett replied, “But who knows what we’ll be remembered for honestly. We’ll not be around to know later on,” He shrugged, sipping on his beer. He grinned widely and tried to ignore the skip of his heartbeat that came when she said what she did next, “Hmm, I don’t know…” He acted unsure for a moment before laughing and reaching across the table to touch her wrist for a moment, “Of course I’m not opposed. Making more memories sounds like the best plan to me,” He said softly and a few moments later, he took his hands away.

“Then it seems we’re on the same page here,” Everett said jokingly, leaning back in his chair a little, “Oh sorry, did I get too sappy there?” He asked jokingly. Shrugging after a moment’s thought, he said, “I don’t know. We can hang out here and drink you under the table or we can take this celebration on the move. I don’t mind.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” she admitted with a smile, his touch lingering on her wrist even when he’d pulled his hand back. “No, no– the sap is fine. we’re celebrating a sappy time, it’d be a little weird not to throw in some more emotional talk in there,” Beverly assured him, laughing lightly. “Drink me under the table? I should’ve known you had a hidden agenda,” she scoffed as though offended by his words. “I mean you can still drink at mini golf or the arcade... right?” Beverly suggested with a little smirk of mischief on her lips.

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PAISLEY & CHARLES​:

“Now why would I go for another role when we have so much fun together?” Charles asked with a charming smile spread across his face for an extra touch, “I mean we make such a believable couple, don’t we?” He continued, always wanting to push her buttons and usually succeeding. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, “If you ask me, Levesque, it kinda sounds like you do want to hand out with me,” He teased, “It is on me. I think we deserve it after pulling the late shift,” He paused, “Anything you like I suppose. No shop talk though. I think we do enough of that during the day.”

“I just think Cinderella would be far more impressed with you than I am,” she shrugged her shoulders at him, knowing there was next to nothing she could do to shake the other off her back at this point. She’d definitely made her attempts in the past. “One on the brink of a divorce? Sure,” Paisley replied to his question about them portraying a believable couple. “Only when free alcohol is promised, was that not made clear?” she shot back. “Oh but shop talk brings me so much joy,” Paisley responded sarcastically. “If that’s off limits then alright– what’s going on in your personal life? Who is Charles Jackson once he leaves through the Disney gates?”

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DANTE & DARCY:

When offered to use of a moving team, Darcy had turned them down claiming she would be fine, she didn’t have that much stuff and she’d be able to unpack everything from the truck alone before it got dark. However the sun was starting to set and she was still looking at a truck which was half full, she also thought she could carry more boxes then she thought and was struggling to navigate herself onto the pavement. She felt one of the boxes from the top slide, not having any free hands to stop the topple and leading her to only shout out in case anyone was walking passed her on the street. “Look out! It’s going to fall and I literally can’t stop it so you’re going to have to run, duck or dive.”

@ncstalgiia​ (dante)

“Woah there–” Dante said as he rushed to catch the sliding box, almost missing the catch but getting there at the last second. He was lucky he hadn’t been texting and walking or anything when he’d crossed the girl on the sidewalk. “You look like you could use some help. Do you not have people helping you out with any of this? This is a lot of boxes to be carrying on your own,” he said, not wanting her to think he didn’t think she couldn’t handle it. It just looked like too much work for one person on their own.

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JD & VERONICA​:

“I wasn’t aware that your ration of cigarettes effected the perception of moodiness you have on people.” Veronica muttered, half chewing on a red vine and half reading the book that was currently in her lap. When the other continued talking however she dog-eared the page, closing the cover so she could focus on him instead. “I’d counter that loitering in an alley isn’t exactly fun to begin with, especially when there’s a distinct order of stale beer and urine.” She added with a small wrinkle of her nose, “So if it means that we can go find some place better to loiter, then I’ll happily come with you. And when you replenish your stock of cigarettes I can restock on the more important things in life, such as Red Vines.” She smiled, “And well-… I should probably keep a bag of corn nuts in my bag too in case Heather requests them.” 

“Oh they’re intensely connected. You’d be surprised at just how much so,” he teased with a clear amusement to her words. “Ever the pessimist, aren’t you?” JD quirked an eyebrow at her comments about the alley. His mind was often in too many other places to be focused on the smells of the dingy hangout. “Those things are addictive, I’ll admit– but have very little taste in my opinion. I mean have you had a Twizzler before? Those taste a lot less like plastic ropes that were dipped in cough syrup,” he described with the beginnings of a chuckle at the end of his words. “Ah– of course. How could one deprive the demon queen of high school of her corn nuts? I’m sure she’d have you beheaded for such treason,” the sarcasm dripping from his lips. “Why do you subject yourself to her in the first place? Is it really so enriching to be at her beck and call like some hopeless puppy?”

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JACKSON & SKYLAR​:

“Tour fatigue huh? You haven’t even gotten the worst of it. It really hits when the tour is over and you get days off,” Skylar explained, “You gets used to the routine that you almost don’t have time to be tired and then suddenly all you have is time,” He shook his head, “That bit is not great. Especially when you want to spend it with friends and family and you can barely get out of bed,” It was mostly a joke but those days off were hard, “But anyway, don’t let it make you forget that we’re friends again or else,” He warned in a joking way. 

Skylar nodded vigorously, “Oh yeah, for sure. I’m definitely sick of them. If they start asking more unique questions, I wouldn’t. How are you feeling about all this fame? Can you believe it? How is the song writing and/or tour going? Who’s single among the band?” He rolled his eyes after he’d asked them all in his best interviewing voice, “It’s nothing interesting or new or something that people can’t find out watching literally any other interview and obviously sometimes we have to promote things but they have to ask other questions too and it’s never the same,” He listened, nodding in understanding. They had arrived at their floor and before they even stepped off the elevator Skylar could hear the music from the party, “Don’t let anyone hear you calling it a generic grind. They all wanna think being a rockstar is different,” He said, only half joking. They reached the door to the hotel room which was open with someone standing by the door and it was getting harder to hear Jackson talk, “You wanna find somewhere to sit or get a drink first?” He asked loudly, leaning closer to the other man so he could hear him.

“Guess that gives me something to look forward to, right?” he chuckled at Skylar’s explanation. “What do you usually do to settle back into day-to-day life when you come off from a tour like this one?” Jackson asked curiously. “I promise, I promise I won’t,” he raised his hands up in defense but a laugh left his lips as he knew the other wasn’t serious.

Jackson nodded in understanding as Skylar went off about how press junkets seemed to go and the repetitive questions. maybe the first few were fun but when you do this for years, he could imagine how frustrating that got. “maybe those interviewers should get proper training or something and learn how to ask better and more thought provoking questions,” he huffed, although he did feel bad the other was subjected to that for all this time. “Duly noted,” Jackson chuckled at Skylar’s warning. “That sounds really nice actually,” he admitted as they approached the party. “I think everyone in there is far ahead of us anyways, so it might be good to get started on some drinks,” he added with a chuckle. “What’s your go-to?”