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Are you sure you're okay?

“ It only grazed me. ”

She wasn’t talking about that, of course. The suit could be patched, the flesh would mend in no time flat. The blood he scrubbed off his hands didn’t belong to him, and try as he might to hide it from her, Angela was much too keen to be misled by a little awkward sleight of hand.

One of the things Richard liked about her.

“ Just, mm, an accident. At the warehouse. ”

He hated lying to her. She deserved better. But Tommy had a way of creeping into earshot, and Jimmy, well… She was Jimmy’s wife, after all.

shedrawstoo

"I see." A simple reply, she knew; Angela wrestled with this newfound knowledge. She was getting better at doing this dance with Jimmy, daring not to push him into telling her more than he wanted her to know. But Richard was different, and she wasn't sure if she should just leave it at that. With a voice both hesitant yet hopeful she continued, "Why don't you sit down? Make yourself comfortable."

#i hope this is ok #i'm a bit out of practice

harrowtwins

Boardwalk Empire | Jimmy & Angela Darmody + “Wildest Dreams” by Ryan Adams ⤷ for elsadarmody

#look what holly made me #bc she is the absolute best and i love her

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The seagulls are her favorite part of the new house.

The sun hasn’t risen yet, Tommy still asleep in his bed. It’s all quiet and bleary–save for the cries of the gulls outside.

Jimmy’s his best, here. Quiet and stroking circles across the fragile knobs of her spine. The closest to Before she ever sees him.

Rumpled sheets tucked around his hip, voice groggy and unused.

Sometimes, when she’s tucked under the bulk of his arm, his hands carding through the early-morning-snags of her curls, she feels so bitter she could puke. The happiness twining ‘round her soul like the ivy choking the begonias in the garden. It’ll disintegrate when the day starts. When Jimmy buttons up his suits and his eyes and his mouth. And the looming shadow turns the press of his lips hemlock-sweet

Her throat burns when she speaks.

“We could’ve made each other so happy.”

The flicker of his lighter, the same one he clenched during the shelling, the same one he lit to keep off the trench rats, lights up the planes of his face.

“This– you and me, when we’re like this, is the closest I can get to happiness anymore.”

The squawk of the gulls spreads out between them, a melancholy choir.

She presses a kiss to his chest.

#not my fic #but liss writes them soooo well #go read it #now #a gift for me for my personal blog :)#such a sweetheart

elsaskywalker-deactivated202011

#shameless self reblog

//hellooo! im the Strange Weirdo who submitted the picture of angela (which after some more digging found out is a piece by Marguerite Stuber Pearson entitled 'contemplacion' so thats a fun fact) and im taking you up on your offer to talk to you :)

Well hello yourself!! Thank you again for the submission. Not strange at all, in fact I thought that was really sweet. Hope you're having a nice day!

speakeasycollective

TALKING POINT #5

This is an ongoing series of prompts to encourage thoughtful discourse about the show. If you have an idea for a prompt, send an ask or join the team! Submissions are always welcome.

What’s your ultimate Boardwalk headcanon? Can be backstory on a minor character, events that you just know happened between seasons, or anything that’s so vivid in your mind that it might as well be canon.

elsaskywalker-deactivated202011

Mine pertains to Julia and Angela, missing scene from Georgia Peaches. My idea is that both ladies were at the bakery that morning (with a clandestine Richard waiting for Ange in the car). Angela is there for a loaf of bread, which she’d normally bake herself had Tommy not accidentally spilled all the flour while they were making hotcakes. The baker in this instance is one of the men we see at the Sagorsky’s for Easter dinner during Sunday Best…perhaps a neighbor. In any event, he’s famiar with the family situation as well as Julia’s efforts to survive in that environment. Ange is at the counter when a frazzled Julia enters. It’s Freddie’s birthday and Paul is demanding cake. She’d offered to make one (after a few attempts to persuade him otherwise), but he insults her culinary skills calling it “slop”. Angela keenly notices Jules is at her wits end, nonchalantly backing away from the counter and pretending to peruse the assortment of danishes and cookies near the windows. But they’re the only two customers there, so, try as she might she can’t help but overhear what’s going on. And stepping outside might only make the other woman feel even more uncomfortable. The baker is quick to box something up, all the while trying to get a smile from Julia with the “you’ll have to take the bath yourself” joke – which he subsequently reveals he originally heard from Paul. Angela smiles to herself, returning to pay for her bread and the girls pass each other as Julia is on her way out.

#headcanon #mine