#Austin Family Legacy

[thecluelessplumbob]

Week #4, Month of Blooming Fields

Wow, this week has really been something else! I will try to go in order, but first, I got a paid upgrade to my job assignments, so this week I made a lot of money.

Last week Caleb and I got a heart-to-heart phone call. I encouraged him to pursue his dream job. On Monday, he phoned again. He got that dream. He is a writer now. I'm so proud of him. He came by later, and we celebrated with a homecooked dinner and a great woohoo (we made that a lot this week)

I went to Evergreen Harbor and found a pretty basin and a bicycle in the trash. I repaired both and installed the handwash in my bathroom. Looks pretty cool.

I will add a photo of my garden, which looks fantastic.

On Tuesday, Caleb came by early that morning and asked to move in. I was so happy, I said yes immediately. Later, I went to Henford-on-Bagley looking for fruit plasm seeds because Caleb confessed to being a vampire. He's a good one, and he doesn't want to drink blood. 

I wanted to help him, that's why I went looking for fruit plasm. Since he moved in, he's been investigating vampire folklore, searching for 'meal' alternatives. He has become fond of fishing since he can make plasma packs with them.

On Wednesday, I focused on sending my job assignements and gardering. I bought a woodworking table and made extra furniture for the house and a few sculputures that I put on sell on Plopsy.

Also, I got a little accident in my new kitchen (I renewed it on Tuesday when Caleb moved in. I changed the kitchen and living room furniture). It caught fire while making launch. Luckily, I could extinguish it.

So, have you noticed yet? Yep, I'm pregnant. I got on a nasty fight with Caleb about it. He thought that he wasn't the father. Men. I've only been with him, and I love him so much. He spent two days away, because he was angry. I went to my first medic checkup alone because he was nowhere to be found...

I've got no time to worry about it on Thursday. He sent the money he earned, and I've finished some jobs. I used the money to upgrade the house for the new baby. I painted, changed floors, built a separate room for my tools and a main bedroom.

He came back on Friday night, I explained that he was the only one. He was so sorry. We cried a lot together. We decorated the house for the day of love on the next day.

Saturday was amazing! We cooked together and partipated in the Henford-on-Bagley pie contest (we didn't win). I took advantage of the trip to sell my vegetable stock. Later that evening, Caleb asked my on a date at The Blue Velvet Nightclub. It was a delighful date, and he ended it proposing!! I accepted again. 

What I didn't know was that this wasn't his complete plan. We spent the whole night partying and ended the next morning, in Tartosa town hall getting married.

I spent Sunday sleeping. And... I'm going to stop writing right now. The baby is coming!!

P.S. Here you got a little blueprint of how is the house now. Would you like a house tour next time?

[spy-battle]

The spy tournament is here!

Please welcome our contenders, and voting will start tomorrow!

May the best spy win.

[nepotizma]

'   you're   insane   .   '   fem   states   as   she   follows   emerson   into   his   suite   ,   her   eyes   red   with   an   intense   anger   .   '   you   can't   scare   guys   away   from   me   when   you   brought   your   whole   girlfriend   here   .   literally   so   hypocritical   .   besides   he   was   mine   and   chlo's   only   way   into   that   party   tonight   and   now   we're   screwed   –––   your   sister   is   gonna   kill   me   .   ' @swtsours

[lymansims]

"as the child of a teenage popstar, your life is as glamorous as it is chaotic."

at the end of the day, Austin left his final class and started searching for where Landon was waiting to drive the two of them back into the city, but instead, he ran into Jayson and Talia again. he was hesitant to admit that he rode home with his nerdy sister, so he walked out to the parking lot with them and tried to discreetly text Landon that he'd meet her at the car.

he thought he got away with it until they got home and Landon stopped him before entering their apartment.

she told him that chasing popularity is no way to go about being a teenager, because he'd only ever be contained by what other people wanted from him. Jayson and Talia might seem like good friends because they're renowned, but having attention and maintaining a high status isn't worth it. in the end, he'll just be unhappy.

Austin thinks that's dumb. who wouldn't want to be liked? who wouldn't want to be known?

he knows no one else in the family would ever try to tell him not to seek attention. he knows his mom especially would be happy to have an affluential son. if he let the opportunity of being born famous by, won't he let more people down?

better off if he just doesn't listen.

[sandovalfamilylaw]

While child custody cases are often associated with divorces, it is worth noting that a parent can pursue a legal case related to custody, visitation, child support, or medical support independently of a divorce. In Texas, this legal action is referred to as a Suit Affecting the Parent-Child Relationship (SAPCR case). In these instances, the parent who initiates the case is called the petitioner, while the other parent is known as the respondent.

[formulamar]

she's a ferrari

charles leclerc x yn!ferrari

fc: Addison Rae

summary: as a child, the great-grand daughter of Enzo Ferrari used to spend her weekends hanging around the paddock. but once she went off to university her appearances became rare. what happens when she starts working for Ferrari? and... one of the drivers steals her heart.

October 2023

rumorhasitf1

liked by cl16fan and 3,049 others

rumorhasitf1: 🚨RUMOR CONFIRMED 🚨

After not being seen at a F1 Grand Prix in three years Y/N Ferrari stuns at the 2023 Austin Grand Prix.

643 comments

ferrarifan3: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GODD!!!!!!!!

ferrarifan0: LETS GOOOO

f1fan6: THE QUEEN IS BACKKKKKKK

-> mclarenfan8: wait i'm new fan. can someone explain who this is???

-> ferrarifan3: yn is Enzo Ferrari's great-grand daughter. she's attended races since she was maybe 5 or 6 years old and formed really close bonds w the drivers (mostly the Ferrari drivers ofc) its an ongoing joke that Fernando is her "f1 dad" because he was very protective of her and they have a close bond.

tifosi9: I NEVER DOUBTED U @/rumorhasitf1

liked by rumorhasitf1

f1fan05: amazing day for Fernando Alonso

ferrarifan7: she looks so grown up omggggg 🥲

twitter

🔒 ynferrari

liked by charles_leclerc, ynbff and 560 others

🔒ynferrari: austinnnnn had so much fun but not a good weekend for the fam :(

67 comments

fernandoalonso: Where was my invitation???

->🔒 ynferrari: this is literally your workplace…

ynbff: yn ur hotter than austin will ever be (I've never stepped foot in austin)

-> ynferrari: babe I appreaciate this but it is actually so hot here I am going to die

landonorris: @/ynbff was right

-> carlossainz55: Carbón 😂

-> fernandoalonso: @/landonorris you want to have a chat?

-> ynferrari: NO NANDO HES JOKING

charles_leclerc: Hope you visit more often yn!

liked by ynferrari

-> danielricciardo: Ok... 🤔

🔒 ynferrari's story

twitter

ynferrari_updates

liked by cl16fan, 1644lvrrr and 409 others

ynferrari_updates: yn is in the paddock for the mexico gp!!!!! forza ferrari!!!

53 comments

ferrarifan3: ferrari princess is back!!!!

charlesfan83: SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

ln4s: omg i wanna see the rest of her outfit so bad

lordpercevalfan: THE PEARLS!!!!!

ferrarienthusiast38: it’s my dream to meet her 🥹

charlesleclerc16updates

charlesleclerc16updates: Charles responding to a question about Y/N during his post-race interview ❤

60 comments

cl16fan: HIS SMILE AWE

charlnor: "getting to know each other better" getting to know each other better. getting to know each other better. GETTING TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER! getting to know each other better?

-> f1fan6: bro is talking like they're going out or something

-> charlesfan2: this + the speculation on Twitter is making me start to believe they might be dating

lec4: can we talk about how is whole face lit up when he was asked about her because it makes me feel insane

-> ferrarifan7: I NOTICED THAT TOOOO

user: I don't get this. Y/N is just another nepo baby parading her status around the paddock who's last name happens to be Ferrari. How is she helping the team???

-> charlnor: yn is very passionate about motorsport and has been since she was little. a lot of the team members who have been working at Ferrari for years know her very well and have seen her grow up. she's also known for being a very kind person. and if you haven't noticed she does not "parade" anything around. she's a very private person most of what we know about her is info from fan interactions, team members or drivers. Ferrari is a family and its literally her LEGACY.

November 2023

🔒ynferrari's story

to be continued…

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a/n: i’ve had this idea in my head forever 🤭🤭 reblog if you want part 2!!! + pls comment if you want to be on the taglist :)

[snarky-wallflower]

Guided To His Place

Word Count: 1584 AO3 Inspired by my friend @its-short-for-jackalope's art, which can be found here! Also by my friend @midnightnautilus, whose ficlet can be found here. I found Samuel's arc truly beautiful, and as much as I'm devastated he's gone? I wanted to write my own send off to him, as someone who deeply related to him. I hope you all enjoy it.

Samuel Stratford lies in the grass, the softness of it comforting his back. It's twilight, sweet and true all around him. A peace settles in him, as he looks up at the stars. Shining, brilliant and bright, reminders of home. The stars are familiar, even in this strange place. Shining starlight, up in the sky once more. This place, the end. The place he appeared, once he awakened from his final choice.

He's wandered throughout it as much as he can - recognizing the Paper Stand, the Township, even the Ellen Austin and Lincoln Island. Places he loved, places he made an impact. A place where his story unfolded, now a place for him to walk and discover.

Their echoes.  Now, he rests. It's a strange sensation, being alone. He doesn't know if he'll ever grow used to it. He spots familiarity up in that glimmering cacophony of stars, and feels his shoulders relax. He glows the same as those stars now, golden and warm against the cool night. 

Above him is the Sagitta. Rose, Samuel, Margaret and John. The closest he has come to seeing his friends, his sister. Those stars Rose had named after the four of them, up in the sky. Separated, unable to reunite. Above him, the Satellite, shining out protectively into the dark. A guiding light home. That beauty he laid so many bricks to help create, helping to bring people home.

It's not the true stars or Satellite, of course. But it's still a reminder that his friends are out there, finding their way. He thinks that's still something real, in a way.

A cloak of grief and love covers his heart, as a lump forms in his throat. It's a strange mixture, those feelings, yet they still hold true. He's cried so much since he made his choice. Even now, they start to softly drip down his cheeks, as he thinks of teasing Rose at the Paper Stand, quietly talking with John about the weight of a legacy, of rejoicing with Margaret as she turned that wood to gold, so incredibly proud of her. Masterpieces of memories, fortunate to have ever have made them. They fill him with pride and fondness, rippling through his veins like that starlight across the sky, the love he holds tight to his chest.

John, the man who started as an icon, who became someone Samuel could speak to about his fears of not being enough. Who understood Samuel when he said he still had so far to go. Who Samuel watched choose creativity, becoming more wild and free.

Margaret, his friend, that one who enchanted him with what lived inside her. Her quiet resolve, her determination to find her answers, her own kind of masterpiece. One who he found trust with again, who forgave him for what he had done. Who he spoke and spoke with, trying to build back that original connection once more. Helping her find her way. 

Rose, the one he would have been lost without. The one person Samuel thinks he knows better than he knows himself. The bravest, the best person he knows. Her sheer resolve to make her own legacy, to accomplish whatever she set her mind to. The first person he ever dreamed with, who was the one who reached out with him to find a world that was more than this. 

Memories are what he has in this after, and he thinks of them often. Living in the echoes he made with those he loved so dearly.

There's a peace in his choice, though. Samuel knows it was the only choice he ever could have made. His friends will go on without him. His life was worth them getting to live, to continue their journeys. He acted like the man in his dreams, accomplished great things in the end. There is no greater thing he could have done than make sure that the family he built in brick carried on. 

But, still... "I miss you." His voice is quiet. He misses them so badly that it aches. He could write and write and write, and it would still never come close to capturing the loss that he carries with him now.

But they must go on without him. This is what sacrifice means. It's a sacrifice he cannot ever bring himself to regret. Not when it means that those he loves--John, Margaret, Rose--live on. He did this for them. He would do this for them over and over. He wasn't afraid at the end, no longer needed direction. He knew what needed to happen. In no universe would he have held back from what needed to be done. He saved them, making his final impact.  "I love you." It's easy, to say those words. Reliving those memories, that started all with his notebook. Those connections--those people he holds so dear. His hand reaches out to the stars. Connecting the four of them with his finger, holding their memories and stories in his mind. He's always been a storyteller, after all--that certainly will not stop now. He tells their stories, if only to himself. A fond smile crosses his face, as he feels warm air swoop across his face. He can almost picture them beside him--but only just. 

The world is silent.

It's only Samuel and the stars, at the end of infinity.

A quiet sigh leaves Samuel's mouth, feeling that kaleidoscope of stars all around.

This is a moment, all his own.

Then, a buzz, just above him. He draws his head up, to see an intricately carved box, humming with its own sort of blue-green glow. It's mahogany, the buttons and knobs near the top standing proud and strong. It's near his height, mere inches shorter. He lets out a laugh, recognizing the radio--for that is what she's called--that first and only other being here. He moves to get a better look at her, the other storyteller here. He'd like to call her a peer.  MAIA.  Elation and fear runs through him, as he realises what's happening. "Oh." She does not often call. There's only one reason she's come to his side. "It's time, isn't it?" MAIA lets out a short buzz. An affirmation.  Samuel breathes in. Breathes out. He gets to his feet, feeling the grass shift around him. He rolls back his shoulders, steadying himself.

Once on his feet, he places a hand on MAIA's top.  "Take me there?"  

She lets out another buzz, and-- In a flash, Samuel's no longer in the grass. Instead, he stands in a small room. Marigold-yellow wallpaper covers every wall. A green, plush chair is in one side of the room, with MAIA now rests next to that chair. On her top, now, a vase of roses. Soft blue carpet covers the floor, as a small table holds issues of what he knows to be the Sun. He picks one up and idly flips through it, laughing at the words he wrote with Rose in what feels like so long ago. His journal, a recreation of it, sits besides one of those issues. Trinkets, some he thinks Rose would have loved, strewn across the room.

MAIA starts to hum, a signal. She's picking up on the next story to share.  He's almost nervous.

But why should he be?

They know where to find me. 

Samuel feels a swell of pride, of trust in his friends.  There's agony in no longer being there for them, of course. He thinks he will always feel that pain. There is a part of him that is terrified to listen, to hear exactly what his choice did to his family. That is terrified to hear Rose's grief, the final Stratford still on Earth. His sister, without him. 

But they will persevere.

They always have, and he knows they are strong enough to keep on moving. Margaret, with her quiet inner strength and belief. John with his understanding of the weight of a legacy. Rose, who has survived so much already, his sister who he knows better than anyone else. His harbour in a storm, who will now live on without him. She has people other than him to lean on now, and he prays that will be enough.  They will be enough for each other. They have each other, even without him. They've built their family - and Samuel knows that it will hold fast against the shadows ahead. 

He had always been the storyteller before. The one who wanted so badly to convert passion to action. But now? 

"Tell me how it ends?" 

MAIA buzzes, a unspoken of course. So, Samuel settles in, sitting in the comfortable chair beside her. He can feel warmth exuding from him, something ghostly and true. He leans in, placing his hand on his cheek.  "Rose, Margaret, John..." he muses, "l know you can do this. You're capable of everything. You were worth the world. Protect each other, for me?" He knows they cannot hear him. But he says it anyways, keeping them in his heart. Speaking out to the stars.

A voice starts to play through MAIA's speaker, the blue-golden glow shining across the room, a mixture of Samuel and MAIA's combined light. A sweet tune sounds off before it, a opening of a curtain. Their stories go on, even without him. Samuel smiles.  He's ready. "Somewhere between the comforts of the familiar and the precipice of the unknown, an orchestra performs a score written in stardust..."

[selencgraphy]

guys how crazy would it be to meld tyler owen's backstory into jake seresin's... 🫣

HEAR ME OUT:

since childhood, jake had made a living out of bull-riding at a rodeo—his family's rodeo. he was so sure that the seresin rodeo was gonna be his past, present, *and* future. it was the seresin legacy, after all. but when he ends up on the ground and gets hit in the head one too many times, he realizes that if he doesn't leave now, this rodeo may well be the death of him. with flying being a small passion of his besides the family business, he looks into naval aviation as a potential career path. he tries to apply for the naval academy but was, unfortunately, ineligible considering he had spent most of his time on the back of a bull and not with his nose in books. so instead, he takes the long road and goes to ut austin (glen is a proud longhorn, ofc jake goes to ut austin). four years later, he graduates having double majored in aerospace engineering and climate system science (aka meteorology). in his spare time (the little he had being a fucking academic weapon), he went storm chasing, which lowk built that cocky attitude of his. once graduated, he heads to pensacola and the rest is history!

my brain literally melded them together for a second and was like "maybe i should write this down and flesh it out a bit...?" so here we are! hope you liked it while i brainstorm more fics :)

[laf-outloud]

stephanielenzcasting Thank you to The Austin Film Society @austinfilm for hosting a screening of the final #Walker episodes. 😭❤️ I will be forever grateful for working on this show the past 4 seasons. From working as #background on the show, to #casting the background with Legacy Casing @legacycasting_global The atmosphere on set was incredible. A true family that will forever stay with me! 🎬

appleswartz

reyesashleyreyes

What a wonderful opportunity given by the Austin Film Society for the cast and crew to get together and watch the final episodes.

[burnmarksofficial]

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★ adios albon! ★ the announcement ★ the messages ★ 2021 grid - all drivers and teams racing this season ★ the life and legacy of ha-ru lee ★ the most successful family in asia: the lee/hwang family ★ jae-eun lee lifestyle, biography, family member, net worth & boyfriend 2021 ★ the children of nepotism: the next generation of korean superstar athletes ★ the pricy car collection of formula one star jae-eun lee ★ road to redbull ★ winter break ─ ★ red bull rb16b showcase summary ★ drive to survive s4 ep1: return of the lee ★ testing ─ ★ bahrain ─ ★ imola ─ ★ portugal ─ ★ spain ─ ★ monaco ─ ★ jae-eun lee talks about her life and career over korean bbq ★ azerbijan ─ ★ france ─ ★ styrian ─ ★ austrian ─ ★ uk ─ ★ drive to survive s4 ep5: leave fuckin room ★ hungary ─ ★ belgium ─ ★ netherlands ─ ★ monza ─ ★ russia ─ ★ turkey ─ ★ austin ─ ★ mexico ─ ★ brazil ─ ★ qatar ─ ★ saudi arabia ─ ★ abu dhabi ─ ★ drive to survive s4 ep10: like father like daughter ★ compilation of jae-eun lee in the background of sky f1 broadcasts

more to be added…

[thecluelessplumbob]

Week #1, Month of Frigging White Cold

So, I'm writing this diary because I want to read it in the future and say, 'Look at all the things I surpassed till now.' This story starts with a question. Do you know who the luckiest and luckless person is in this world? Yep! Me! Lucy Austin. I received a phone call, a long-distance family member who I didn't (and still don't) recall had passed away, and I was his only living heir. Crazy, don't you think so? I should have suspected something… I paid the lawyer a lot of money to get the inheritance (taxes and more), but I still got 8.000 left to pay. I'm working on it, it's a lot of money, but I arrived at my new home with nothing except my clothes. Oh wait, did I say 'my new home'? Let me rephrase it. The lot I have inherited is big. It's huge, takes up the entire view of the cliff, and… it's empty. Really empty. Nothing is built there, neither a house nor four filthy walls. It's a big, gigantic, empty space. Except for a few trees. And being on the top of the cliff and being the Month of Frigging White Cold, it's an extremely cold place. There were two blizzards this week diary, two FUCKING blizzards. Luckily, I'm a resourceful woman who's not afraid of working hard. There's a big beach down the road, so I'm going to the shore once a day to check if the sea has brought something. Then, I sell it. I've been selling a lot of fossils to the local museum, actually.

Also, I'm doing I'm also doing some odd jobs, from cleaning up trash on the beach to being a cocktail shaker at a party. Little by little, I'm making some money, and I've been able to put up four walls in this huge lot.

I've made it start to look like a lot. Twice a week, I take the bus to Evergreen Harbor to recycle the garbage and rummaging through the bins (which I am not very proud of).

It's something that ashamed me, but you know? I have found quite a bit of furniture that I have been able to repair for use at home. At the moment: a bed, a sink, and a toilet. So I only paid for the lights and the kitchen. In a way… I'm saving money, aren't I?

This Saturday I went to the Henford-on-Bagley fair. I took the opportunity to sell the cat grass that grows along the beach and buy some seeds. Between the profits from the beach and that, I've bought a couple of plots of land, a bee hive, and… Drum roll (I'm so excited)… A kit to make my own candles.

The beginning of my career as a maker. And with my own bee wax. Today I have already put some for sale on Plopsy, hope to sell them soon.

I'm going to be optimistic. I am achiving things. Maybe, next week can I get a shower… Or a bathtub? I will need to shower before paying the rest of the loan.

[reyesstrand]

tk’s arc from being shot to deciding to stay in austin (and really most of season one) is like. i am so tired. i am so alive. i am too much. i have never been enough. i am alive only by some miracle (you’re my miracle). i am always going to be haunted by the past. i am always going to be the kid in a too-big uniform, chasing after love through a legacy. i am not my father but maybe i can be something better. i am not my father but maybe i can repair what has been broken inside of us both. i dove into a corn silo and broke down doors and breathed in fumes to give breath to another person, and never stopped once to think about doing it any other way. i am no longer dragging my feet through the cobwebs of an entombed firehouse, i am instead warming myself with the glow of love and family that exists inside its walls because they chose me and i chose them in return. i am everything i was before but most of all, i am good. i am not going to run this time—i am going to sink my teeth into the possibility of this being forever.

and i just think that’s neat.

[positivexcellence]

stephanielenzcasting: Thank you to The Austin Film Society @austinfilm for hosting a screening of the final #Walker episodes. 😭❤️ I will be forever grateful for working on this show the past 4 seasons. From working as #background on the show, to #casting the background with Legacy Casing @legacycasting_global The atmosphere on set was incredible. A true family that will forever stay with me! 🎬

[there-are-many-ways-to-smile]

I really like the family dynamics going on in Ginny and Georgia. I appreciate that Zion and his parents treat Austin like he's their family as well and not just Ginny's.

I like that Paul's parents said Ginny would be a legacy if she went to Brown [? I can't remember if that was the school they mentioned]

I like them already treating her like family. In different shows they'd already being talking about how Paul needs a blood child and if or when Georgia is gonna have another.

It's just so freaking positive and refreshing to see.

[blainesebastian]

a look

words: 1,570 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request): “Austin is trying to do his elvis makeup but he doesn’t know if it’ll look good so he decides to do the makeup look on his gf first to see if he likes it :)” notes: this was something short and sweet to fill, thank you for the request!  warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff

At this point, in your years dating Austin, there are some things that are expected when it comes to his work. A lot of things you had to learn or become familiar with, especially the dos and don’ts of being on set as someone’s girlfriend. It wasn’t always easy, sometimes producers and directors kinda look down on being there, like it’s too much of a distraction to the work itself. And maybe you can understand how complicated that could be? Being on set could translate into wanting or needing attention, but often you just like sitting in Austin’s trailer and having the sense of being close.

When movies or TV shows take him to different states or countries? It’s sometimes a difficult pill to swallow, you can’t always drop everything and come with. As much as you want to.

With the Elvis film, you’ve been fortunate, because Baz is accommodating and understanding and never minds you lingering around in Austin’s trailer or even on set. You like to watch Austin work, know how much time, effort, of his body and soul he’s put into preparing himself for this role. Your relationship was strained through those two years where he practically had to shut everyone out to become the best version of himself to slip into Elvis’s shoes. He was so concerned with holding the man’s legacy in his hands, like glass, as if he’d drop it it’d shatter to a million pieces.

Some of your best friends, even your family, suggested breaking up with him because of that distance. And you understand where they were coming from, of course, they were just concerned about your wellbeing. That time with Austin was draining, painful even. It distorted all of your previous years together, like you somehow had to justify that you both knew what you were doing, that you loved him.

You don’t have any regrets—you stood your ground and Austin’s been vocally grateful for that. Once the movie started filming, things slowly returned back to normal. Even though sometimes Austin’s concern about portraying Elvis is still there lingering on the edges of the things he does, interviews he’s in, conversations he has.

You always thought he was being too hard on himself—anyone who’s ever been in the same room as Austin knows how dedicated he is, consistently to his own craft and in putting everything into any scene. Seeing him act is one thing, you’ve definitely experienced that before, but watching him sing? Just a completely different beast. Something you don’t think anything could have prepared you for.

You know how many hours he’s put into working with a voice coach, but even then you don’t think it truly speaks to the end product. It’s incredible to watch, something that you don’t even have the right words to describe.

Despite being with him, you never quite get used to how beautiful he really is. Obviously his personality has a lot to do with it—he’s thoughtful, kind, humble in a way you’ve rarely encountered with other people in the spotlight. But at the same time, you’re not about to disregard the fact that there’s clearly physical attraction too. And you were in no way ready for what the wardrobe department had in mind for the Elvis film. Particularly the lace shirts.

At one point you can remember him taking a break in the white slacks, black lace shirt, unbuttoned nearly halfway down his chest and he’s just standing off to the side drinking water as if his physical presence dressed like that doesn’t offend people. Shaking your head, your eyes had raked over his form, over the muscles and long lines of his body and moved to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“What’s that for?” He had asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Just cause,” Shrugging your shoulder. Austin had hummed, capping his water bottle. “Any chance that uh…one of these could come home with us after filming?” You asked so innocently, trailing your fingers along the sleeve of the shirt.

He laughed, mostly air leaving his nose before he cupped your cheek to kiss you. “Maybe, no promises.”

Definitely still keeping track of that request.

The wardrobe is one thing, you’re not prepared for the makeup either. You think hair and makeup would be self-explanatory, even though seeing Austin’s blonde curls turn to jet black strands is somewhat jarring, you’re still kinda blinking at him as he asks you something in his trailer.

You’re seated in the corner of the couch, reading a book as he takes a small break. He’s dressed in one of the fifties looks, soft pink suit pants and the light blue lace button down. Ridiculously good looking, just…unfair, really.

But you’re not quite sure if you’ve heard his request correctly, “What?” You let out a soft laugh, closing the book on your lap.

“Can I try out this makeup on you?” He motions to the brushes, eyeliner, and a few other odds and ends on the counter, “I wanna see how it looks before I put it on my face.”

You blink at him, moving to throw your legs over the end of the couch and face him head on. “Isn’t that what makeup departments are for?”

He rolls his eyes but he’s smiling, “C’mon, it’s just a little eyeliner and blush,” He shrugs, “M’not gonna have the makeup department go through somethin’ simple when they got Oliva to do and eventually the sixties and seventies looks for me.”

You can’t help but smile, shaking your head, “Well that’s real thoughtful of you.”

Austin playfully narrows his gaze, sinking to the floor on his knees in front of you on the couch. Quite the position, your eyes slip to his lips briefly as his hands rest along your knees. This makeup thing on Austin is something to think about—a bit of charcoal eyeliner highlighting the sharpness of his blue eyes, just a twinge of blush somehow bringing out the pink fullness of his lips.

He lets out a slow breath, waiting for you to say something else, this look on his face almost saying really? Do I have to beg?

A soft groan vibrates in your chest, your head tipping back slightly, “I don’t even wear makeup a lot of the time, what good is that going to do for you?”

“I just wanna be able to see what it looks like on someone beautiful.”

You grin almost instantly, shaking your head even though blush kisses your cheeks, “God, you think you’re so smooth don’t you?”

Austin shrugs but he laughs, reaching to clasp your chin between his fingers. He pulls you down for a kiss and you already know you’re agreeing to this even before your lips touch.

It’s not like you never wear makeup or anything, you’ve gone to plenty of events where you dress up and do the whole nine, the whole routine. You don’t dislike it either, personally a big fan of red lipstick with a casual outfit just for a pop of color. Usually you just go without makeup because there’s too many hoops to jump through, even with a ‘natural’ sort of look.

Letting out a playfully dramatic sigh, you tilt your head back as Austin grabs everything he needs and sits down on the coffee table across from you. He gently clasps your chin again, running his thumb along your jawline as he begins to apply a little bit of blush along your cheekbones, then one gentle swipe to your forehead, chin and the bridge of your nose. You crinkle it in response and Austin lets out a soft laugh through his nose, switching out the brush for eyeliner.

“Look up.” He instructs and you comply, making sure he can actually apply the makeup without poking one of your eyes out. He’s actually impressively nimble with his fingers, though you acknowledge that he’s naturally decent at a lot of things he puts his mind to so it shouldn’t surprise you that he’s good at this too.

It doesn’t take very long to complete your look; he smudges some of the eyeliner with a brush and then runs his thumb along your lower lip—just because.

“Well?” You ask curiously.

“Just as I suspected—you’re gorgeous.”

You smirk, shaking your head as he says that with a straight face. You stand from the couch and wander over towards the small bathroom, standing in front of the mirror. It’s kinda crazy sometimes what a bit of makeup can do—there’s a depth to your eyes that wasn’t there before, a soulfulness? Which you know is kinda ridiculous to think eyeliner did that, but still. You suppose it’s possible for it to work like that, especially combined with Austin’s acting? He does so much with his eyes already.

Austin comes into the bathroom, sliding up behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you back against his chest. You fit perfectly there underneath his chin. Turning your head and tilting your face up, you press a kiss to the skin of his neck.

“Is this what you were hoping for?” You ask, playfully fluttering your eyelashes at him as you turn in his arms.

He smiles, cupping your cheek, “Even better baby.”

You can’t help but grin as you press yourself up on your toes to kiss him, “Your turn next.”

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Thanks for reading all! I had family come visit over the weekend and work has been hectic so I’m sorry my posting has been off. Figured this small treat would make up for it? :) should be back to normal come Tuesday xo I am taking requests!

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💔R.I.P Lisa Marie Presley💔

I am at a lost of words…time is always precious. Lisa Marie was just in Graceland on Sunday celebrating her fathers 88th birthday and was just at the Golden Globes on Tuesday with her mom Priscilla and Austin. Lisa Marie was such a beautiful and talented woman. She always made sure that her father’s legacy would never fade away. My thoughts and prayers go out to Priscilla and the whole Presley family. My heart also goes out to Lisa Marie’s daughters as well. My heart is broken by this news that it’s so hard to put into words. Lisa Marie Presley has now reunited with her father and her son in heaven. 💔 Rest in peace beautiful Angel.