#(sean.)

[plotturtles]

[aaronsarchives]

kitty had never been the best at thinking through her actions—when anyone was involved. and it wasn’t just in public places. no, she was impulsive in all areas of her life and, somehow, no matter how many times she regretted something she did (like being overly affectionate with sean) she just couldn’t seem to learn. still, in her drunken state, kitty couldn’t even bring herself to be thankful sean didn’t have enough energy to execute her general tack and tick in response to her kiss (kitty really hated being tickled). instead, she just grinned as sean dramatically swiped her hand across where kitty had kissed her. "oh, don’t act like you don’t love it, seanie. and, i mean, can you really blame them for shipping us? we’d be, like, a really hot endgame." truly, it was sometimes kitty’s biggest disappointment that she couldn’t see sean as anything other than her best friend. because sean was absolutely her soulmate. just, unfortunately, in a purely platonic way. nodding, kitty stifled a grin as sean almost dropped the phone on her face—they were both still drunk. and, if they were responsible humans, they should think about water and ibuprofen and sleep. but responsibility had really never been the name of the game in their friendship. so, instead, kitty was more than content to stay right here—especially given that sean was actually amenable to her cuddles at the moment. she sighed a little at sean’s response to how quickly the profiles were being swiped to the left. "it’s hard to see any of it when you’re going so fast! you aren’t even spending two seconds on most of these!" she protested lightly, not overly concerned with it all—the app was more of a way to distract herself than anything. especially now that milo was back on set. as sean found a profile she deemed worthy of longer than a glance, kitty perked up just a bit, resting her chin on sean’s shoulder as she looked. kitty would be the first to admit that sean had been accurate in her assessment—he looked just like the type of guy she might be drawn to. in fact, kitty would have probably gone as far as to say he appeared to be exactly what she was looking for: a little older than her, but not old; a decent job; a wonderful smile with eyes that looked like there might just be a hint of mystery there… yes, she was pretty sure that he’d be someone that she could see accompanying her at premieres, but also dancing in a public fountain just because it seemed like a good idea at the time. but—as she’d been trying to explain to sean—there were often things in the larger profile that tipped a guy over the edge, one way or another. and one certain thing just happened to put the man out of the running. "sean," kitty leveled a glance at her best friend. "there is one glaring thing that you’ve neglected to see that negates any of his other wonderful qualities." a slight pause to see if sean would pick up on what she was indicating. "his name! did you seriously not notice?" she nearly squealed, attempting to keep a giggle from her voice as she pointed at the phone screen. "shawn? really?! i can’t have my best friend and my boyfriend have the same name!!!" losing the battle against the giggles, she rolled slightly away from sean on the floor. "can you even imagine?! everyone would be so confused! including me! it’d be a farce!"

[logicaes-blog]

the face of someone who has a crush on his two best friends. / @audacaes & @impulsaes

[chickenfarmersan]

[no-chill-at-all]

[xaviam]

@seanwhitehall​

What the fuck was Xavérie doing in this cold strange room? She’d been asked to come down to the station for ‘questioning’, but she had no idea why. It’s not like she had done anything wrong. Had someone seen her transform into a mermaid? No, she quickly told herself. That was impossible, she was always careful. She had transformed in France right under the nazis’ noses without them ever suspecting a thing. So this must have been about something else. As the man entered the room, she followed him with her peripheral vision until he sat across from her.

“Fuckin’ finally.” Xavi rolled her eyes. He looked completely different when he wasn’t pretending he was a tiger, but that didn’t mean she was taking him any more seriously now. “You gonna tell me why I’m here now, or am I supposed to guess?”

[drseanmaddox-blog]