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An Audience with Taron Egerton | BAFTA Cymru

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━━━━ “Saul and Circle, huh,” Joakim said next to Elliot, cameras here and there flashing as their pictures are being taken. For a listening party, the amount of camera presence was slightly surprising. “So on the invitation when they said no cameras allowed, they meant us and everyone else. But them,” and he gestured at the social media influencers somewhere else, talking to the screens of their mobile phones, “they’re fine, I see. Ballsy strategy.” There was also a dress code, strictly hippie or boho and nothing borderline sartorial (much to Joakim’s chagrin because that’s his thing). He had to raid a few stores to find the most comfortable slub button down shirt (and he did, hoorah), had to video-call Elliot to triple check when it came down to printed pants (they narrowed it down to three, two made him look like a gigolo—in a positive way—and made their pick), a pair of loafers (why couldn’t he wear his Chucks?!), and layers of necklaces (he loved these at least). “Were you able to sample some of the group’s music?” He turned to Elliot, glad that the cameras are now focused on someone else. “Really like the table set up for the food,” Joakim praised. The setup was: vegetarian, including dessert. They have at least 2 more hours before the album’s officially released, and the curated playlist at the moment was interesting, to say the least.

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elliot wasn’t the biggest fan of events like these. to be honest, the best part of them was the free booze; well that and making wisecracks with joakim. “yeah, they must be the exception, gotta make sure someone talks about this later in the most fake grassroots way possible,” elliot says, a sharply dismissive look on his face as he glanced covertly toward the cluster of influencers that were far enough away that he didn’t have to lower his voice, but still a little too close for his comfort. “i should get my phone out and start snapping selfies.” he’d taken the dress code as an opportunity to wear a pair of horrifying strappy sandals he’d had in his closet for a while, though he was also tempted to kick them off all together and go barefoot, and insist that it was within theme. at joakim’s question, he gave a little half shrug as he tipped his drink up and roughly half of it disappeared down his throat. “clicked through the singles on their spotify, they’re not godawful but also they’re nothing we haven’t heard before,” he said, wiping his bottom lip with his wrist, and then made a face. “this is definitely the most godawful gin i’ve ever had, though.”

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I didn’t kill anyone. I tried to save the guy.

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msg >> food delivery.

michelle: hey, can you bring me some food? ive been working a double shift back-to-back and im starving.

michelle: chinese would sound SOO good rn.

michelle: thank you!! you're the best!!

elliot: you might have the wrong number but

elliot: i mean...it is lasagna night in the gallagher household, we could bring you some?

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11 for the creepy location meme perhaps (:

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creepy locations, baby.

Unknown location, inside a grocery store (a 7-11 rip off but pristineand squeaky clean).

“Joaks, Twinkies or Twix?” Elliot called out, snacks in his hand as heplayfully weighs them down.

Joakim was somewhat distracted, Coke Zero bottle in his hand, opened.His eyes are fixated on the self-check out kiosk on his left. “Uhh, Twinkies,E,” he responded, almost dully. Did the POS just came on? Now it’s blinkingrapidly. Joakim frowned, “Hey, Elliot—come over here. Quickly!” And there’sshuffling behind him, Elliot now by his side.

“What’s going on… What the fu…” Elliot trailed off, eyes wide.

The self-checkout kiosks are now occupied, people are seemingly huddledclose to each, their backs against Joakim and Elliot.

Did you see—are youseeing…??

Joakim nodded. No, Elliot didn’t speak up. He thought it and Joakim heard him.

“Hello, boys. Are you ready to check out?” An unsmiling woman asked, outof nowhere. Her eyes are hollow, all sclera. Her face elongated, almost elfen butnot quite.

An unsmiling man stood next to the woman, unnaturally tall yet stooping.

“Do you smell that?” Elliot asked, making a face.

The woman spoke once more. “When you’re ready to check out, feel free touse the self-checkout kiosks or the cashiers. We’re always happy to help.”

Joakim turned to look, jumping slightly. Elliot was next to him, clutchingon his forearm, muttering holy shit holyshit holy shit.

Guillotine. The self-checkout kiosks… the cashiers… they’re all…

… “Are you boys ready to check out?”

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a song that represents our muses relationship!

Def Leppard - Two Steps Behind

bonus:The Prodigy - Breathe

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📱 - JOAKSY

joakim: ARE YOU SAYING THAT MY GODDAUGHTER DID THAT. IM SO PROUD, DUDE. NO--WAIT, THAT'S BAAAAAD

joakim: i say you either get a new couch, can never go wrong with IKEA. or do that white vinegar + rubbing alcohol mix for the, uh, stain

joakim: send penny my love, that little scalawag

elliot: SHE DID, YOUR GODDAUGHTER DID DO THAT. and HAH DON'T TRY TO TAKE BACK THAT 'PROUD' STATEMENT, I ALREADY KNOW THE TRUTH

elliot: i'm gonna try the vinegar trick, or we might just have to rock it granny style and find a couch cover

elliot: you'd think i was the granny, honestly. my back is a stack of cracked in half egg shells, and i'm contemplating covering my furniture in plastic.

elliot: i told her so and that you called her scalawag, and she cackled with delight. i'm raising gremlins.

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📱 - UNKNOWN NUMBER

nova: is buying a new cushion an option?

nova: if not, distilled water with dish soap and vinegar.

nova: it fucking works. trust me.

elliot: i'll be honest, i'm not completely sure where this couch came from originally, so i don't know that i'd be able to get a replacement 💀

elliot: i'm about to try the distilled water with dish soap and vinegar though, i'll try anything, it looks like someone met a grisly end

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📱 - RAFAEL

raf: best way? I'd get a new couch

raf: I'm already out shopping, join me

elliot: i really wish you weren't right about that....

elliot: maybe i should, hah should i bring the gruesome threesome with me?

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📱 - JOAKSY

joakim: fire away!

joakim: is this for a science experiment

joakim: or just for you

elliot: i wish i could say that it was just a science experiment but uh.

elliot: [living room couch post-penelope incident.png]

elliot: penny decided to take an unpremeditated juice bath on the couch

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📱 - UNKNOWN NUMBER

elliot: uhhhh. alright, question out of total curiosity...

elliot: what would YOU consider the best way to get cran-apple juice out of couch cushions?

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elliot drew a laugh out from her as he read over her students papers, it was exactly what she wanted to do sometimes before she forced herself to try and understand the mind of fourteen and fifteen year olds. “you’re too kind.” blair said in thanks. their meeting here at the diner was all too similar to their daily lunches in the teachers lounge, their schedules lining up perfectly almost always. it wasn’t common they hung out outside of work though, since he was typically busy and she had a deep love for sleep and the bachelor. “where are the girls today? you never leave them with a babysitter.” blair questioned, taking a fry and dipping it in her milkshake, bracing herself for either judgement or comradery.

gingerly returning the paper in his hand back to blair’s pile, elliot shook his head with a laugh of disbelief. “i don’t think i’m being kind enough from the looks of it,” he said, surveying her piles and stealing a fry. “i don’t know how you do it, all of the...grading and organizing and writing on whiteboards and so forth.” elliot did in fact have the standard set of whiteboards in the band room, but he used them so infrequently that they currently held a staff with a segment of music he’d scrawled hastily to illustrate his point...and since then his students had turned the crescendo into an alligator and the quarter notes into catfish the alligator was snacking on.  he liked their teacher’s lounge meet ups, it was a good way to break up the work day, so it was nice spotting her here too, like part of their routine remained the same, even if they were off work today. “they’re too good for dad today, they wanted some extra time with their cousins, i think my sister was taking them to the park,” he said with an purposefully exaggerated roll of his eyes. though he immediately brightened up when he saw blair dip her fry, pointing happily at her with both hands. “isn’t that the best shit? nothing tastes better than fries in a milkshake.”

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MEMORY MEME – meme monday is closed. 

            ✖ — a repressed memory [ manor verse ]      

 “mom…” elliot’s voice was a rasp, though not quite as bad as his older brother’s had developed into. “are we almost there yet?” the dingy conversion van that the gallagher parents used to cart their children around was rocking him like a ship; making it harder to stay awake.                                  ( cw for child neglect/abuse under the cut. )

“little while longer,” she responded, and her voice was as tense as her hands on the wheel. it felt like they had been driving around the san fernando valley for hours on hours now, and even at five elliot’s confusion deepened further, the more the sun began to descend from the sky again. he couldn’t understand why they just couldn’t go home. the little two bedroom apartment might not have been much, barely enough room for all of seven of them, but at least his twin mattress pushed into the corner of the kitchen didn’t make him car sick.“ ‘m hungry,” he murmured, even though he knew that was a dangerous thing to say aloud. saying that you needed something was a quick way to annoy his mother, especially when she was concentrated on something else. sure enough, she reached back to shove him away; and elliot fell out of his crouch between the driver’s and passenger’s seat, hard on his butt. “you think i’m not hungry?” she spat back with only a modicum of her normal heat, the annoyed anger that came out when her ‘ducklings’ weren’t silent little atm machines. it was a mark of how normalized this was for him, that elliot’s first thought after this was ‘huh, she must be tired’. “i told you, wait a little longer. your dad is hooking something up for us tonight.” the next words out of her mouth came out in a rush, “we might sleep at this ah, fun hotel for tonight. or we might go camping. doesn’t that sound fun?” elliot couldn’t remember if he’d ever camped before, but movies made it look like fun, so he gave a noncommittal small nod. he watched his mother relax and let himself relax as well. good, not mad anymore. “good, good,” she said, tone distracted as she reached out to adjust her driver’s side mirror. “then tomorrow morning, zeke and ev have a six am call time, so i’ll need you to watch the twins.” she fixed her eyes on him in the rearview mirror, so she could watch him nod again. “good. i feel really good about this one,” she said, almost to herself. “i think it’s gonna be that big break for us.” settling back, sitting between the two captain’s seats in the midsection of the van, elliot leaned his head against one arm rest, looking tiredly up at his older brother; eight and holding one of the twins while she slept, and wondered who ‘us’ was. 

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memory meme.

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━━━━ Joakim listened, the titles Elliot mentioned running in his head. “Classics, those are,” he said, pointing a finger, “and you’re a fudging genius! Oh, man. We gotta decide quick—wait, what about Labyrinth? Can never go wrong with David Bowie.” They will have to make some adjustments, now that he’s thinking about it. “Okay, maybe scrap Labyrinth for now. I’m leaning towards Danny Elfman.” Looking to the side, he borrowed one of Elliot’s pens (a blue one) and Post-It, jotting down the idea. Distribute the ones familiar with the music and have them mentor the possible newbies. “Excuse me—WHAT?!” Joakim asked, taking the Post-It and pocketing it. “Are you kidding? Firstly, that’s pretty darn ingenious. Secondly, did the sub sandwich affect the sound and quality of the instrument?” He wondered, laughing. Jeez, the creativity of kids these days. “Did you put up your no-snacking-rule again?” He was teasing for the most part, shaking his head in amusement while looking at Elliot.

elliot couldn’t help the large, almost cheesy grin that overtook his face when joakim told him he was a genius. he pretended to brush ‘lint’ from his shoulder, and then giggled at himself. “careful, don’t let them hear you curse like that, you rebel,” elliot teased, but his eyebrows went up at the mention of david bowie and labyrinth. pointing a finger skyward and tapping it methodically against nothing, he said, “you know, let’s keep bowie in our back pocket for later, i really like the idea of that too.” elliot couldn’t help but laugh out loud with a sharp burst when joakim proclaimed the sandwich maneuver ingenious, rubbing a hand over his face and pushing his baseball cap up and off of his head; letting it clatter to the ground behind his chair. he’d retrieve in in a second...probably. “it definitely affected sound quality, i thought he somehow stuck a trombone or a trumpet mute down in there, i was preparing to grease my arm up to go after it and everything.” he snorted again. “somehow that’s not the weirdest thing i’ve been called to do in services of these mouthy ghouls. and that’s the thing! i never said ‘don’t snack’, just that there had to be several gulps of water between eating and using a mouthpiece.”

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baby, take me on a journey, i’ve been thinkin’ lately,                      i could use a little time alone with you.

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lydia loved watching people walk through her bookstore, her heart warmed as she watched hands scroll the stacks looking for that text, and she felt the happiest when she could be apart of that path. today was no different for her, she had been watching someone struggle to find a certain book for the past twenty-ish mintues, she couldn’t let it go on for any longer. pulling herself away from the cozy little counter she quickly sped over to the person, eyes bright. “ i’ve noticed you’ve been having some trouble finding what you’re looking for- is there anything i can help you with today darlin’?” she smiled, leaning on the large bookcase. 

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elliot honestly didn’t do a lot of leisure time reading these days; not that he’d ever really done a lot of it to start with. there had always been so much to do and experience it seemed, and once he’d gotten to college and had to somehow cram hundreds of textbook pages into his brain every week it got that much harder. but he did have his favorites, ones he loved to revisit like an old friend giving comforting careworn advice. he could admit that a lot of them were children’s books now because of his daughters ( the velveteen rabbit always made his throat tighten up and his eyes mist over as he finished reading it aloud ), but he did have a few of his own that were more...private. a connection between the text and himself that he still didn’t fully understand. “hey, ah, yeah,” he mumbled, looking at lydia a little sheepishly. “i know it’s a little off the beaten path, but do you think you might have a copy of scar tissue by anthony kiedis? mine got dropped in the rain and it’s done for.”