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RAY NICHOLSON as RAY HALL Panic S01X01 “Panic”

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this cast is so damn attractive

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ray and heather from panic have some of the best chemistry i’ve ever witnessed.

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 I NEED TO KNOW THE SONG AT THE END OF EPISODE 8 OF PANIC (prime video) I HAVE THAT SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR TWO DAYS HELP

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I saw you fly

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Hi guys! I've developed an obsession with LJ Shen's novels and DAMN hope that somebody here on tumblr is obsess as much as I am. Right now I kinda trying to guess which penrose sister is going to end up with Cillian

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Does anyone know the name of the song at the end of episode 3? It's geoblocked in my country and I've heard both Honey (Robyn) and another song. I used shazam, tunefind I also wrote the lyrics on the search bar hoping to find something but I got nothing 😭😭😭

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Incantava and Wilsen (or Graniel idk) I think Ily and my life now is complete with you in it.

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Why everyone is saying bad stuff about Daniel's way of texting? I mean, he's funny with these texts, he's not weird and you saw the little smirk on Grace's face when he sent her the emojis? He's trying to make her smile or react in some way.

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People hate on Austin Terry because he don’t look like ‘their’ William that they have in their minds��� But u gotta admit. His one of the most charismatic, hilarious and witty william actors out there rn 😅😂. His banter with Kennedy is gold. And that’s the tea….

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Shit, sooo true

Watching Skam live like

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can someone transcript in french what Marylin Lima said in her youtube video "Motivation with Love"? it's important!

I’ve transcribed it for ya! 

Je m’appelle Marilyn Lima, j’ai 23 ans et je suis comédienne. Mais je ne suis pas que ça. Je suis des rires, des pleurs, des doutes, des rêves, des réussites, des échecs. Je suis tout ça parce que je suis vivante. Et quand on est vivant, des pensées viennent à nous en permanence. Quand tu laisses ces pensées prendre le contrôle, elles se transforment en émotions. Et bien souvent, ces émotions, elles ne nous poussent pas à prendre les bonnes décisions. Les pensées, elles ont un ennemi. Cet ennemi, il s’appelle l’égo. L’égo, c’est la représentation que tu as de toi, l’image que tu te fais de toi, la petite voix qu’il y a dans ta tête. Elle a grandi avec toi. Elle se nourrit des comparaisons que tu fais avec les autres. Elle prend aussi en considération l’avis que tes parents ont de toi, que tes proches ont de toi. L’égo se nourrit du jugement tout le temps.

Parce qu’aujourd’hui, moi j’en ai marre…J’en ai marre de voir tout autour de moi des gens qui vont pas bien, qui se laissent bouffer leur cerveau par leurs pensées. Que ce soit dans ma famille, des amis, des gens que j’entends discuter dans le métro…le patron du bar en bas de chez moi qui, il y a deux jours, me racontait à quel point il était à deux doigts de faire un burn out. On a tous des raisons. On a tous des imprévus qui se mettent sur notre chemin. Ouais. Sauf que peu importe qui tu es, où tu es, ce qu’il se passe autour de toi, l’âge que tu as, tu décides de changer tes pensées. Ouais. On vit peut-être dans un monde bien pourri, aujourd’hui, mais on a encore un truc qu’on a le droit de faire, qui est nécessaire: c’est modifier ce qui se passe là-dedans. Si tu peux pas changer tout ce qui se passe autour de toi, tu peux changer ça. Et ça, ça va t’aider à faire de grandes choses. Parce que quand tu te sens libéré, quand tu es libéré de ta tête, tu peux enfin commencer à faire des choses qui sont importantes. Et ça c’est cool. Ouais.

Bloopers: 

Le bar du patron en bas de chez moi qui…Le bar du patron? Et trouver un autre fond…Bien trop souvent, ces émotions, elles ne nous poussent pas à prendre…C’est marrant, parce que je sais que si tu fais une vidéo comme ça aux Etats-Unis, et ben tu cartonnes tout, alors que tu fais une vidéo ici, et ben tout le monde te juge. Ouais, ben ouais. Et puis au fond…hein?

There you go - C.

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Guys

Those who are offering English subtitles to any version of Skam and letting us watch it, thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

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the little scar near noah centineo’s lips reblog if you agree

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Love this. 😍😍

This is Jasper Frost 2.0 More reliable, a little less stubborn, and this version is sorry for the last one.

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Where can I find that commercial on the Internet? 😭😭

Christmas commercial

I never realized Alex Park could sing but after that Christmas commercial I’m so pleasantly surprised! Her voice is beautiful and I loved the jaspenor moments in there!

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Runaway

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YOU GUYS IM FINALLY POSTING IT ENJOY!

Aria leapt out of bed, dashing down the hallway with a huge grin. She opened her mouth the scream “Good Morning” but before she could, her eyes rested on the sleeping couple on the couch. Jasper and Eleanor lied on opposite sides, legs entwined beneath the thin blanket. She could barely hold back her tiny giggle.

//

Jasper woke to a tiny fingernail on his nose, running lightly up and down the bridge.

“Good morning, Aria,” he whispered, opening one eye quickly in an attempt to scare her. She squealed in delight before putting a finger to her lips and pointing to her sleeping mother.        

“Oh, alright,” he whispered, covering Eleanor up with his side of the blanket and taking Aria’s hand, leading her into the kitchen. “Let’s make mom some breakfast, okay?”

They tiptoed into the kitchen, making sure to make as little noise as possible so breakfast would be a surprise for Eleanor.

“Can you flip pancakes in the air?” Aria was buzzing with energy, excited to get away from the norm for a while.

“I can,” he grinned, gathering supplies from the pantry and refrigerator.

“Without letting them fall to the ground!?” Aria whisper-yelled, blue eyes becoming huge in bewilderment.

“That’s right. You want to pour the ingredients in the bowl?”

“Yeah,” she excitedly ran away to grab a wooden stool to stand on, seeing as though she wasn’t quite tall enough to reach over the counter. As she was pouring the correct amount of pancake mix into the bowl, Jasper dipped his finger in it and painted her face like a warrior, making her giggle.

“Can I do you?” Without waiting for a response, she dipped two fingers in and mimicked the markings he drew. She was thrown into another giggling fit and Jasper’s heart soared so high he thought it had permanently detached itself from his chest.

“Now we match.” Jasper helped Aria mix the ingredients before allowing her to do the rest of it.

“Like father and daughter!”

Jasper audibly gulped and all he could come up with was:

“Yep.”

//

She woke to the smell of pancakes and tea; which was one of the things she missed the most about living with other adults. Eleanor opened her eyes to find a plate full of food covered in cling wrap, along with a cup of tea.

Just as she was about to panic, she heard Aria’s laughter from outside. She stretched and stood, listening to the joints in her knees and ankles pop as she walked to the screen door. She definitely wasn’t as young as she used to be.

Jasper and Aria were standing by the water, pebbles in hand. She assumed he was teaching her how to skip rocks. Eleanor had never been able to do it, so she couldn’t teach her daughter, although she’d been asking how to do it since she was four.

This is what she wanted. She wanted someone to be able to teach her the things Eleanor couldn’t. She hadn’t realized it when she left the palace six-ish years ago that her daughter actually needed a father. Maybe Jasper was the right person to be Aria’s dad?

“Hey, you’re up!” Jasper’s voice shook Eleanor out of her thoughts. Aria was beaming with pride as she told Eleanor, in detail, how she learned to skip a rock. They all fell onto the couch as if they’d been standing for hours as Eleanor began to eat.

“Thank you,” Eleanor mouthed to him.

//

They were snuggled up on the couch as it poured outside, watching Disney’s Cinderella. It was Aria’s favorite Disney movie, mainly because of the music and mice. They were watching the scene where Cinderella dances with Prince Charming while singing “This Is Love” and of course Aria was dancing and singing along.

“Mommy, do you think I’ll ever find my Prince?”

“Of course, darling.” Jasper chuckled under his breath at the utter reality. Aria was an actual Princess and she would, quite literally, meet a Prince one day.

“Did you ever meet your special Prince?” Aria spun around as if she were waltzing with an imaginary friend.

“Um,” she trailed, looking to Jasper for help. “Kind of,” she finished.

That seemed to satisfy Aria as she turned around towards the television.

“Well that was awkward,” Eleanor whispered.

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“I’m not your Prince Charming?” Jasper joked, his hands on her waist as he whispered in her ear. She attempted, and failed, to hide her shiver as he kissed the spot below her ear that he knew she loved so much.

She hadn’t had sex in a very long time, so even the thought of Jasper in her bed made her feel aroused. Eleanor was actually having a hard time focusing on washing the dishes because of him.

“I don’t know if you are or not.” She rolled her neck to the side to allow him better access. He nipped at her soft skin with his teeth, causing her to moan quietly and drop the dishes in the sink, giving up.

“Would it be alright if-“

“Yes,” she interrupted, turning in his arms to face him after wiping her hands. His blue eyes were dark with desire and she couldn’t help but notice the growing bulge in his jeans.

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely,” she whispered, finally allowing her lips to meet his after over six years of being apart.

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