[punnychef]

❝    The    cook    rode    with    her    all    the    way    to    the    coroner.    And    there,    he    insisted    on    cleaning    her    himself.    Which    he    managed    with    a    soft    towel,    soap    scented    with    lavender.    With    the    greatest    of    care.    He    stayed    at    her    side    until    she    was    buried    and    he    loved    her    the    whole    way.    Im    told,    and    I    believe,    that    he    loves    her    still.    ❞

indie selective owen sharma from bly manor as written by mikki

[punnychef]

im   gonna   say   this   once   and   once   only;   this   is   tumblr   rp.   it’s   not   a   fucking   job,   it’s   not.   no   one   here   is   more   special   than   someone   else.   we   ‘re   all   just   vibing   and   having   a   great   time.   i   don’t   care   how   inflated   your   ego   is,   no   one   interpretation   is   better   or   more   relevant   than   another.   if   you   think   you’re      better   than   anyone   else,   my   blog   is   not   for   you.   get   out,   soft   block   me.   

[soughtreasurearchived-deactivat]

i’m   going   to   be   mostly   mia   this   evening.   we   are   doing   family   photos   with   my   hubby   and   our   babies.   stuff   for   our   christmas   card   and   a   gift   for   his   mom.   then   we’re   probably   going   to   get   dinner   in   town   since   it’ll   be   quicker.   i   might   just   play   among   us   when   i   get   back   cause   photos   make   me   super   anxious.   

[sagaiisms]

it   starts   with   a   glance. divorce   papers   signed   ,      ring   on   her   finger   ,      hannah   is   nursing   a   cup   of   coffee   as   she   looks   outside.   after   today   ,      none   of   their   neighbors   will   have   reason   to   turn   their   noses   up.   after   today   ,      she   won’t   be   mrs.   grose   anymore   (   she   stopped   being   that   yesterday   ,      with   her   divorce   finally   finished.   usually   she   would   have   had   to   wait   at   least   a   month   before   getting   to   remarry   but   her   extenuating   circumstances   was   that   sam   had   been   allowed   to   live   the   life   he   chose   while   she   had   been   stuck   in   limbo.   and   she   hadn’t   cried   ,      she   hadn’t   begged   for   an   answer   to   why.   she   simply   said   he   owed   her.   and   that   she   never   wanted   to   see   him   again   )   but   mrs.   sharma.   it’s   something   she   hadn’t   allowed   herself   to   really   think   about.   it   was   bittersweet   ,      how   much   she   wanted   it   but   how   much   she   feared   it   would   never   happen.   sam   walking   into   their   restaurant   may   have   been   the   best   thing   to   happen   to   her   because   it   meant   finally   closing   him   out   of   her   life   completely. it   mean   finally   being   able   to   give   everything   to   owen:   body   ,      heart   ,      love   and   name. shuffling   and   the   creak   of   that   damn   single   floorboard   have   her   looking   up   and   over   her   shoulder.   it’s   the   look   in   his   eye   that   makes   her   place   down   her   coffee.   it’s   his   extended   hand   that   has   hannah   joining   him   ,      wearing   nothing   but   his   sweater   from   the   day   before.   for   a   moment   ,      they   just   stand   there.   she   imagines   they’re   thinking   the   same   thing.   that   after   all   the   years   pining   and   hoping   ,      waiting   ,      it   seems   almost   unbelievable   they’re   so   close   to   it.   in   a   few   hours   ,      when   the   courthouse   opens   ,   they’ll   go   and   be   married   (   they   already   decided   to   share   the   rest   of   their   lives   together   but   now   they’ll   share   a   name   )   and   that   will   be   that.   hannah   has   only   been   a   single   woman   for   a   few   hours   but   she   longs   to   be   married   to   owen.   they’d   been   working   towards   leaving   to   go   live   in   paris   together   for   years. this   is   the   icing   on   an   already   incredible   cake. last   night   had   been   passion.   it   had   been   years   of   not   knowing   and   then   months   of   keeping   their   hands   to   themselves.   hannah   refused   to   go   without   kissing   him   but   when   it   came   to   actually   being   with   owen   ,      she   found   she   couldn’t   make   herself   cross   that   line.   not   because   of   sam   but   rather   because   she   didn’t   feel   it   was   fair   to   have   another   man’s   name   and   be   so   intimate   with   him.   when   she   held   up   the   papers   ,      mouth   trembling   with   emotion   ,      they   had   collided   like   two   forces   ,      smiling   too   widely   to   kiss   properly   as   they   undressed.   they   spoke   their   love   for   each   other   with   shaking   hands.   they   spoke   it   aloud   against   each   other’s   skin.   they   came   together   with   her   on   top   ,      hands   laying   on   his   chest.   owen   had   looked   up   at   her   like   she   was   a   revelation   and   she   was   too   full   of   love   and   him   to   be   self   -   conscious   or   think   about   how   long   it   had   been. this   morning   is   slow.   his   thumb   smooths   against   her   cheek   and   she   tilts   her   head   up   and   they   kiss.   kiss   until   they   have   to   stop   to   remove   his   sweater   from   her   body.   kiss   as   he   picks   her   up   to   sit   her   up   on   the   kitchen   island   (   she’ll   need   to   clean   it   later   ,      sanitize   it   and   try   not   to   think   of   this   every   time   she   sees   it   ).   hannah   refuses   to   let   owen   get   too   far   from   her   ,      legs   wrapped   around   his   waist   and   arms   around   his   neck.   whereas   last   night   they   had   talked   (   talked   about   their   love   ,      about   how   good   the   other   felt   ,      about   getting   married   as   soon   as   they   could   the   next   day   and   the   ring   on   her   finger   ),   they   say   nothing   now.   they   don’t   need   to.   the   sun   hasn’t   even   risen   yet   but   there   are   so   many   things   she   is   sure   of   for   the   day. they’re   getting   married. she   loves   him. and   while   romances   usually   don’t   work   out   ,      somehow   theirs   had.

owen ( @punnychef​ ) sent [ coffee ]: our muses getting frisky in the kitchen, early in the morning.

[musingmeme-blog]

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

[punnychef]

anyways come play among us with me 

[punnychef]

❝    tell    me    what    you    think.    ❞    he’s    practically    bouncing    on    his    heels    as    he    watches    the    person    in    front    of    him    sample    the    pasta.    he’d    spent    hours    making    it    himself,    working    the    dough    to    what    he    thought    was    perfection.    no    boxed    noodles    in    this    house.        

[punnychef]

photoshop has this new tool to help re-colorize black and white photos and im wondering if it would work in viola’s ep….. im gonna take a peak.

[punnychef]

ya’ll im shook. it’s a beta feature. all i did was click one button. didn’t mess around with anything else. but this is what it went to. 

EDIT; if you did the photoshop update, it’s under filters, neutral. once there, go to the potions bottle which is the beta filters, and download the colorize beta. 

[punnychef]

photoshop has this new tool to help re-colorize black and white photos and im wondering if it would work in viola’s ep..... im gonna take a peak.

[loganwadelerman]

RAHUL KOHLI AS OWEN SHARMA IN THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR ↳ The Altar of the Dead

+ BONUS

[wouldnever]

                           they   were   different   now.   and   they   wouldn’t.   they   wouldnever.

[thehauntingsource]

Hannah + Owen ft. “If I Die Young” (requested)

[loganwadelerman]

RAHUL KOHLI AS OWEN IN THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR ↳ The Great Good Place

[pooreternal]

          YOU KNOW, THE OTHERS… well, they seem to go to lots of places, don’t they? becs, the kids. they get to hop around into their warmest little memories, the nicest little moments… and i always end up here. it’s hell. it’s like i’m in hell.

                                  WELL, WHERE ELSE WOULD YOU GO?

[punnychef]

willoweswept​:

it’s  no  guarantee ,  but  it’s  a  chance    —    a  chance  is  sometimes  all  you  can  ask  for ,  and  nell  jumps  on  the  opportunity  like  a  lifeboat  from  a  sinking  ship .     something  in  mr  sharma   ( or  is  it  chef  sharma ?   just  chef ?   damn  it ,  she’ll  have  to  learn  that  too ! )   seems  welcoming .    nell  has  a  way  of  recognizing  genuine  people ,  just  from  a  few  words  or  a  quick  exchange  —  arthur  used  to  call  it  her  superpower .    to  be  honest ,  she  just  likes …   kindness .   it’s  easy  to  spot  in  others ,  when  they  chose  to  show  it .

rising  quickly ,  she  follows  him  around  the  table  and  through  the  back  of  the  restaurant ,  to  the  kitchens .    it’s  her  first  time  being  in  a  professional  kitchen  before ,  and  she  can’t  help  gaping  around  at  the  massive  stoves ,  the  hanging  pots  and  metal  tables .       ❛  how’s  it  been  going ?  ❜        she  asks ,  studying  a  picture  of  a  woman  on  the  wall   —   she  was  in  the  front  of  the  restaurant  too .   another  kind  face .        ❛  has  anyone  been  interested ?    it  seems  like  you’re  doing  good  with  business .  ❜

owen’s    eyes    always    flicker    to    hannah’s    picture   when    he    enters    one    of    his    restaurants.    this    is    no    different.    this    time    though,    he    sees    miss    crain’s    eyes    drifting    towards    the    housekeeper    as    well.    it    makes    him    like    her    just    a    bit    more.   ❝        well    enough.    ❞    he    admits,        shrugging    his    shoulders    as    he    moves    past    the    front    tables    to    the    back,    where    there’s    packages    of    cookies    ready    to    go    for    the    morning.    ❝    i    worried    that    my    french    clientele    would    be    bored    with    another    brit    coming    in    with    his    english    pastries.    ❞    the    cuisine    in    his    main    shop    was    french,    but    he    had    wanted    something    different    here.    he    handed    the    plastic    wrapped    cookies    to    her    before    leaning    against    one    of    the    metal    tables.    

❝    i    do    have    high    expectations    for    my    restaurants.    ❞    owen    admits,    pushing    his    glasses    up    as    they    fall    down    his    nose,    ❝    i    tell    all    my    staff    that    they’re    to    exceed    my    expectations    and    meet    hannah’s.    ❞    his    hand    gestures    back    to    the    portrait    she’d    been    looking    at    moments    ago.   ❝    not    an    easy    feat,    that    one.    ❞   now    he    could    smile    sadly,    thinking    about    time    spent.    before    it    had    always    been    thoughts    about    what    they    had    missed.    

[punnychef]

sagaiisms​:

                ❝    now    don’t    you    go    looking    at    me    like    that    ,        husband.    and    don’t    think    i    don’t    see    how    humorous    my    worry    is    to    you.    ❞    if    a    neighbor    were    to    hear    her    ,        hannah    believes    they    would    think    her    truly    upset.    but    this    is    simply    them:    her    filled    with    fond    exasperation    and    ‘motherhenning’    him    while    he    looks    at    her    like    …    well    ,    she’s    not    going    to    think    about    that    because    she’s    trying    to    get    him    to    get    back    into    bed.    ❝    it    doesn’t    matter    that    i    made    you    breakfast.    i’ll    be    cooking    around    here    until    you’re    back    on    your    feet.    or    at    least    until    the    doctor    says    you    should    be.    ❞    she    had    been    so    flustered    ,        she    hadn’t    even    taken    off    her    shoes    or    taken    care    of    her    purse.    she    does    to    do    that    now    and    it    saves    her    from    showing    him    the    smile    on    her    face    until    she    can    get    it    under    control.    ❝    what    i    should    do    is    turn    you    over    my    knee.    ❞    apparently    she    doesn’t    have    as    much    control    as    she    thought.    ❝    fine.    off    then.    to    bed    with    you.    ❞    she    follows    behind    him    ,    lays    a    hand    on    his    lower    back    simply    because    she    can.

after    being    friends    as    long    as    they    have,    and    together    the    time    after    that,    owen    doesn’t    expect    that    anything    would    get    past    his    wife.    he    scoffs,    waving    her    off    with    a    movement    of    his    hand,    sighing.    ❝    could    you    make    your    injured    husband    some    tea    then    ??    ❞    maybe    the    reminder    of    their    nuptials    would    win    him    some    brownie    points,    though    he    doubts    it    with    the    look    on    her    face.    it    doesn’t    matter    how    often    he    says    it.    he    can’t    keep    the    smile    from    turning    up    at    the    thought    of    being    hannah    grose’s    husband.    sharma,    he    corrects    himself.    that    still    would    take    some    getting    used    to.    ❝    i’m    wasting    away,    watching    the    telly.    ❞    it    had    been    cartoons    and    then    the    news,    neither    which    interested    the    chef.    his    eyebrows    raise    at    her    words    and    he    chuckles,    shaking    his    head    as    he    begins    the    descent    back    to    the    bedroom.    ❝    you’d    have    to    catch    me    first,    love.    ❞    he’s    clearly    teasing,    as    now    would    be    the    perfect    time    to,    given    his    state.    his    arm    wraps    around    her    shoulders,    and    if    it’s    also    so    he    can    lean    a    bit    of    his    weight    on    her,    well    that’s    his    business.    ❝    your    bedside    manner    is    atrocious.    you    were    never    this    cross    with    miles    or    flora    when    they    left    their    beds    while    ill.    ❞

[punnychef]

owen    collects    teapots.    different    ones    from    the    places    he’s    visited.    it    was    his    mum’s    hobby    when    he    was    a    boy.    they    would    pick    one    out    of    her    big    hutch    and    make    tea    and    scones    together.    when    his    mum    died,    the    teapots    were    one    of    the    only    things    he    kept    of    her    things.    everything    else    was    donated    or    thrown    out.