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I AM THREE DAYS OUT FROM THESE PHOTOS BEING TAKEN AND I STILL CAN'T QUITE BELIEVE THIS NIGHT HAPPENED.
(please do not repost my photos)
so!! i had the pleasure of seeing atta boy in toronto on october 22 and it was amazing in every conceivable way. they opened for richy mitch & the coal miners.
as i was waiting outside, i was mostly texting mr. megan; his work day had just ended so he was catching me up. i was first in the outside line (the venue is also a bar so there was a small inside line as well), so i was a couple of feet away from the security guard. i saw this guy walk up to them in the peripheral of my vision, but didn't think anything of it. just someone asking if it was the line for the gig or saying that they just wanted to get a beer.
the blue carhartt pants should've given it away.
i was so close to lewis that i could've reached out and touched him. and i definitely stood there for a moment just like 😲 as i watched him go inside the bar. he was wearing a blue cap, a red shirt, and of course those blue carhartt pants.
when i got into the horseshoe tavern i did the usual wandering i do at a gig. grabbed a beer, scoped out the stage, and checked out the merch table. atta boy merch wasn't being sold yet, so i was just having my beer and walking around.
and then ... i saw lewis sitting at the back of the venue in a booth by himself, having a beer and on his phone (like texting or something). there was a part of me that said "megan, don't bother him. he goes on in an hour and probably just wants to chill." but another part of me thought "if he doesn't want to be bothered or if the vibes are off you can just fuck off. no big. no hard feelings."
well!
i wandered over, and was midway through saying, "excuse me, lewis? could i bother you for a moment?" and he was already looking up at me and gesturing to the chair next to him. "yes, of course you can bother me!" he said.
(some paraphrasing is ultimately imminent)
i sat down next to him and said something along the lines of how i really loved and appreciated all of his art - his acting, his music - and thanked him so much for sharing that with us. i told him that i wasn't going to get into the details, but that the last year was really shitty for me and that his art helped me a lot, and brought me a lot of comfort. his face lit up and he said, "oh my god, that's so sweet. that's so kind. that's why i do this! thank you!"
then he asked me my name, and proceeded to keep saying it throughout our conversation (at one point i said "okay, you need to stop saying my name so much because you're giving me butterflies" and he laughed). he then asked if i "lived around here" and i told him that no, i lived in halifax.
"halifax? that's far!"
i told him that yes it was 😂 but that i really wanted to see his band, so i'd flown in earlier in the day, and that it was totally worth the trip! "it means so so much to me that you would travel all that way to come see us! really, that's so sweet! thank you!"
i asked if he would be cool taking a couple of selfies and he was already taking his cap off, and he said that it was absolutely cool! he mentioned that it was kinda dark so we might have to use flash. i told him that flash and i weren't great friends (i blink a lot and get pretty shiny), and he laughed. we got a couple of really good photos! (the first one up above).
i told him about my bestie @wildbornsiren, who wanted to be there so badly and couldn't make it, and asked if he would be cool saying hi to her? lewis said he was down with that, and we recorded a sweet little video for her where he said hi to her.
lewis then said to me, "you know, when i think of halifax i think of stan rogers." rogers was a popular folk artist from the area, and while he's a big name, i was kinda surprised that lewis knew who he was! not to flex, but based on his spotify playlists we have similar tastes in music so i shouldn't have been that shocked.
i said that i "fuckin' love stan rogers!" and we talked about him and his music for a little bit. after gushing over our mutual love of stan rogers, i said, "if you like stan rogers and his type of music, you should really check out joel plaskett. he's from the area too, plays music in a similar style as stan, super prolific - highly recommend!"
i had to spell joel's last name a couple of times for him (the bar was kinda loud), but he may or may not be a joel plaskett fan now, who's to say!
i thanked him again for taking the time to chat with me, and he shook my hand and said, "hey, if the selfies didn't turn out come find me after the show and we can take some more." to which i replied, "i will!"
then lewis added, "i really hope i can see you after the show!"
we parted ways, and i found my place in front of the stage, a little off to the side. the place was packed! i'd actually never heard of richy mitch & the coal miners until atta boy announced that they were touring with them, and i had no idea they were kind of a big name because the place was filling up fast!
atta boy's set was amazing! of course i wish it had been longer, but they played a bunch of my faves so i was absolutely thrilled by that. poor eden was just getting over a cold, so her voice was a little strained at times, but she still did fantastic! the rest of the crowd was absolutely in love with them. if they weren't fans before the gig, i'm pretty sure they left as such.
(i posted some photos of lewis specifically here)
after their set i went to the merch table that dashel was working and bought a hoodie. we chatted for a little bit, i told them that the set was fantastic and thanked them so much. they thanked me for coming and said that they hoped i had a great rest of my night. 😊
during richy mitch & the coal miners' set, i went up to the bar to get another drink, only to see the bartender already heineken for me haha! it's so nice to be seen. lewis was also at the bar, but like three or four people away from me. but he glanced over, saw me, came over, and said "hey megan!"
i am dying from glee. "hey lewis!"
he propped his arm against the bar and leaned against it, and asked, with this big fuckin' grin on his face, "what did you think of the set? was it worth coming out to toronto for?"
i am flabbergasted that a) this was happening, and b) that he genuinely seemed interested. i said, "oh my god it was so good. i enjoyed it so much. it was such an honour to see y'all live."
he told me that i was so sweet, and then asked, "how did the selfies turn out?"
i replied, "pretty good! i have t-rex kinda arms, so sometimes it's difficult for me to get people who are taller than me in frame. but they're great!"
lewis laughed and then looked at his own arms. "i have t-rex arms too."
i laughed and said, "oh, no you don't!" NOT EVEN THINKING i reached out and touched his arm. MEGAN. DO NOT FLIRT WITH LEWIS PULLMAN. YOU ARE IN DANGER, GIRL.
he was laughing and said, "well, i'll take them!" he grabbed my phone, and asked "do we want flash or do we not want flash?"
"no flash. it's kind of my enemy because i get really shiny."
he took a couple of pictures and there was flash, and was like "wait ... we didn't want flash." so together, while he was holding my phone, we were pressing my screen together trying to figure out how to turn it off. our hands kept touching and i was... really trying not to spontaneously combust.
(hiding my face in this one because i'm not a fan of it, but his is darling)
after he handed my phone back to me, he said, "let's see how they turned out!"
i was scrolling through them and he leaned over and said, "oh these are really good!" i landed on the one above and he chuckled and said, "i really like that one!"
i don't like my face in it, but i'm laughing and clearly so so happy, and said, "you know what? i like that one too."
i asked if he would mind signing something for me, and he said that he didn't mind at all, that he'd love to sign something for me. he was putting his ballcap on (because he's such a gentleman who took his hat off for our pictures), and it was a little askew when he asked "do you have a pen?"
gonna need this dude to stop being so darling.
i did, and pulled out some bar napkins i'd stuffed in my purse earlier and asked if this was good. lewis laughed a little and nodded saying that a napkin was great.
i was just expecting a signature, so as he's writing this little novella above it, i'm like "oh my god, you don't have to do this." and he kinda giggled like it was some kind of big secret. "what are you writing, you sweet man?" i asked, and he giggled again!!
lewis handed me the bar napkin and i gave it a quick read and said, "thank you so much. this is so sweet!"
he leaned against the bar again for a moment and said, "it so means the world to me that you travelled all that way to come see us, and that you had a good time."
and then, before i'm truly aware of what's happening, he leaned in (and crouched because i'm a full foot shorter than he is), and wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me so close to him and squeezed, rubbed my back. and again thanked me so much for coming out, meant the world, made his night.
y'all. getting a hug from lewis pullman may have cured my depression. like it was an actual hug.
i, on the verge of flying into space from joy, thanked him again for everything that night, and he said, "you are so welcome! i hope i can see you again!"
LEWIS WHAT ARE WE.
i, very drunk on elation and a little drunk on beer, blew him a kiss, and he smiled and put his hands over his heart. i floated away back into the crowd, and tried to not just scream with happiness.
and that, my friends, is how lewis pullman damn near killed me.
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watching captain america: the winter soldier and getting zooted. happy birthday best marvel movie ever!
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no you don't understand i'm pretty sure austin butler looking so incredibly pathetic and awful while filming caught stealing might be the death of me
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me, the eldest daughter and chronic people pleaser, after setting two boundaries this weekend:
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interring my mother’s ashes in her final resting place tomorrow on the one year anniversary of her death
#antiquitea.txt#i am straight up not having a good time#i’m okay but i’m also not fucking okay#the past couple of weeks have been … yeah
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i am very eloquent.
sorry @swifty-fox 🤣
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this past weekend, we lost our sweet baby man, charlie. he had been diagnosed with kidney failure earlier in the week, and while we weren't exactly shocked, we thought we'd have a bit more time. but he told us on saturday morning that he was very tired, and would like to rest.
he had everyone at the emergency vet wrapped around his pittie paws within ten minutes. one of the techs took him back to get his vitals, and when she returned he was draped in a fuzzy pink blanket. "he looked cold so we gave him a blanket!" and the vet who helped him cross the rainbow bridge told us that we had a very special little guy.
charlie found the energy to have one last (if not subdued) wrestling session with his dad, and kept wagging his tail right until the end. before the big sedative hit he opened his eyes wide and looked into mine one last time, as if to say, "i'm okay, mum. i'm just gonna have a nap. i love you."
my heart is so broken. three years was not long enough. i thought we'd have so much more time, both because he was so healthy until his kidneys failed him, and because we didn't expect his disease to progress so quickly. but we'd always want more time.
i keep telling myself that we crammed so much love and joy into the three years that we had him, that it made up for the eight years he was neglected and a stray a million times over, and he didn't need to stay any longer. but god, i wish he could have.
i'll love you forever, charlie bear. i'll see you in the rainbows.
sir charles winston [redacted] iii 07.30.2012 - 02.17.2024
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𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘.
tagged by @swifty-fox who shared some of little beasts and kingdom for a kiss, which both currently live in my head rent free 😍
just sharing my masters of the air wips because if i shared any more than that my tumblr might implode on itself.
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𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲
The door to the diner opened and Gale looked up from his pile of discarded single serve creamers, stacked inelegantly on top of one another, some nested in others like a haphazard and poorly made nesting doll. It was a younger couple, Gale tracked them as perhaps being on their first date. They both look nervous, but for different reasons. The boy, hoping that he was making a good first impression, the girl, fussing with her hair which Gale could only assume was done in a style that she wasn’t accustomed to.
So intent was he on paying attention to the teenage couple on their first date, navigating all the unwritten rules and social mores of courting, that he didn’t notice John slip into the booth across from him.
Gale didn’t give him the satisfaction of being startled.
𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝
John moved toward the bathroom, and stood in the doorway for a moment, letting out an appreciative sigh. In the large, claw-foot bathtub was Gale, submerged in the water and naked with the exception of his tags resting against his chest, book in one hand and a bottle of Coca Cola in the other. His blonde hair was damp, loose, not carefully styled as it normally was, pieces of it stuck to his damp forehead. His skin was almost red from how hot the water was, steam rising in tendrils from the bathtub, the steady rise and fall of his chest betraying the thundering of his heart behind his rib cage that John knew was there.
Though he had clearly taken the time to paint the image of a man nonchalant and spontaneous, John had no doubt in his mind that this was carefully crafted, specifically for him to walk in on.
𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 (soulmate au)
John learned of soulmates from his mama when he was young. He straddled that line between boyhood and manhood, thinking that love was gross, but also desperately infatuated with Dottie Clements at school. He sat at the dinner table, helping her peel potatoes, asking questions about her and his dad growing up as a thinly veiled way to learn more about love. Mama Egan was no fool, she knew her boy had a schoolyard crush.
“There’s something bigger than all of us out there, Johnny,” she murmured, peeling her sixth potato while John was still only his second. “One great love for every person on earth.”
“So Daddy is your great love, Mama?”
Mama Egan was silent.
John learned of soulmates from his mama when he was a boy. He learned from living life that not everyone was lucky enough to meet theirs.
𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 (1980s summer au)
“Johnny!”
John Egan had ignored the shouts from his mother to come inside for the last time evidently. Her voice turned into something shrill that he could hear even down by the lake, where he could normally escape all manner of ruckus that came from the cottage. It wasn’t that noisy, he supposed. But it was difficult to get a moment of peace and quiet when his whole family - his ma and dad, his sister, and himself - were all crammed into the small two bedroom space.
When they were kids, John and his sister, Billie, would bunk together in one room, at first sharing the one bed, John then eventually sleeping on the floor when he “got too long,” as his dad put it. But when one is suddenly seventeen, and the other is fourteen, bunking together isn’t on the table anymore, no matter what Ma said. John would just as soon take the couch, which he was too long to fit on comfortably anymore, in the living room, or grab a tent and camp out under the stars if the weather was nice enough.
“Johnny Egan!”
The last name was included now, it was getting serious.
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no pressure tags: @hederasgarden, @imjess-themess, @wildbornsiren, @magneticghouls, and anyone else who would like to share!
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i’m begging y’all to put your long fics, especially nsfw work ones, behind a cut.
#antiquitea.txt#i’m not reading that#even if it's a fuckin' masterpiece i won't read it on principle
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✨ cassiopeia ✨
we brought her home three weeks ago, but i kinda forgot to post about it until now (oops?) we call her cassie for short. we just went to the shelter to meet the staff, maybe meet some dogs, and we met her. we fell in love in love with her instantly, and it was so clear that she needed us and our home.
she's two years old, so she's still a puppy. we have some training to do but she's so good and settling in so well already. like charlie, she's a staffy, but we think she might be mixed with shar pei.
it happened sooner than anticipated, but i know deep down that charlie sent her to us. she's so like him in so many ways, but also so uniquely cassie.
we love her so so much. 💛
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you're lucky we're friends because omg
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GOT TICKETS TO SEE ATTA BOY IN TORONTO IN OCTOBER I AM GOING TO PEE MY PANTS
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watching a group of my friends always going to the beach but never inviting me is fucking rad actually
#antiquitea.txt#i think they interpret my aversion to camping as being to the outdoors in general#NO I LIKE BEING OUTSIDE I JUST DONT WANNA SLEEP IN IT#almost 39 fucking years old and still feel like I’m 12 and being excluded again#anyway#i’ve had a nice day of reading and hanging out with my dog#i’m good
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tw: dead mum
it was a year ago today that we found out that mum was terminal, and then less than two months later she'd be gone 💙
lots of not so fun anniversaries coming up. this bites
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