#mirren sinclair sheffield

[lexxwithbooks]

📚: 𝑾𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒔 (𝑊𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑠 #1)

✍🏽: 𝐄. 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭

[tickletastic]

I Believe Submarines

Title: I Believe Submarines

Rating: G/SFW

Warnings: Possible spoilers?

Word Count: 1302

Fandom: We Were Liars

Ship: Gat + Cadence

Summary: With the Liars there’s no such thing as just a peaceful afternoon on the tiny beach. Cadence finds out her boyfriend is ticklish and shenanigans ensue. Ticklish!Gat

Notes: This is based around the song Submarines by The Lumineers. The song really reminds me of the Liars and there’s a line in it which actually really relates to the story (“Everyone thinks I’m a liar, no one knows the truth. If it was a bigger fire, I would be on the roof”). Anyways, this is an AU where Mirren, Gat, and Johnny don’t die in the fire, and this is set in Summer Seventeen.

The Liars had noted a particularly quiet day on Beechwood. It was a sunny afternoon and The Littles had taken the boat to Edgartown with grandpa Harris, while the aunties were enjoying wine and cheese in New Clairmont. After the fire all of the differences had dissolved and the aunties got along again, much like the days of their childhood. Grandpa Harris could no longer manipulate them into playing his games, so he found other, less harmful ways to entertain himself, like teaching the Liars how to fish, and guiding them with the redecoration of Cuddledown so the four of them could live together for the summer.

Currently, the four of them were lazing on the Tiny Beach, drinking various types of fizzy pop while they engaged in a heated debate.

“Now I’m not saying that sunscreen is useless, but if a ghost got a tan wouldn’t that make it visible to the naked eye?” Johnny yelled, making ridiculous hand gestures towards Mirren.

“Ghosts are just energy Johnny, they don’t even have skin to tan,” Gat calmly responded, looping his fingers in with Cadence’s.

Cadence and Mirren giggled at the odd topic of conversation, but they didn’t question it, knowing that their cousin was probably saying some things to rile Gat up. Gat was always all about philosophy and logic, so Johnny’s new hobby was to begin a conversation about a completely ridiculous topic to see how logical of an explanation he could receive. The conversations usually ranged from silly to intense, but when they got too serious Cady would sneak in a kiss on Gat’s cheek to calm him down. Today’s conversation was growing in heat by every passing word, but today Mirren decided to interject.

“Hey look Johnny! It’s a submarine!” Mirren screeched, pointing out into the vast blue sea.

“There is not!” Johnny got on his knees, leaning closer to the water in order to get a better field of vision. As children, they would always go to the tiny beach and play pretend, imaging submarines and giant ocean creatures, so Johnny played along. Johnny opened his mouth to respond once he had fully leaned forward, but he was interrupted. Mirren placed her hand on the back of his head and dunked him in the shallow water of the shore. Gat smiled at the scene as Cady and Mirren laughed hysterically, watching Johnny spit sand out of his mouth. He choked for a second until the rest of the water and sand had evacuated his lungs. Mirren helped by patting his back, but it didn’t aid much due to her constant laughter.

Johnny grabbed out for her, wiggling his fingers over her sides that were exposed due to the lack of cover her bikini offered. Mirren threw her head back and fell to the sand beneath her.

“Johohohohony stahahahahahap,” Mirren giggled, pushing at her cousin’s hands. Johnny quickly stopped, feeling as if Mirren had enough.

“Mir’s ticklish? No way,” Gat inquired, having never known the sensitivities of his friend.

“I don’t know why you’re so surprised, you’re basically a tickle-me-elmo,” Johnny teased in response to Gat’s curiosity. Gat blushed a deep red and looked down at his hands. Cadence looked over at her boyfriend, putting her hand softly against his cheek and forcing him to look up despite his avoidance of eye contact.

“That’s so cute,” She spoke softly, scratching lightly at the boy’s ear. Gat frowned, trying to keep his stoic nature despite the tickly touches gracing the tip of his left ear. Cadence cooed slightly at the sight of her grumbly boyfriend slowly losing it under her slim fingers.

“D-don’t Cad, tickling’s i-immature.” Gat stuttered through his gritted teeth.

“Really? You didn’t seem to think that a few minutes ago,” Cadence noted in response to her boyfriend’s needy pleas.

Even though Mirren had been joking, Gat became suddenly hyperactively interested in the make-believe world she had created in her false game of pretend. “I see the sub too!” He shouted, literally jumping up and away from Cady’s hands.

The eldest of them certainly wasn’t finished her investigation, shooting up like a rocket when the warmth of her boyfriend left her side.

“Gat even I think we’re a bit too old to be playing pretend,” Johnny began, looking up at his friend, “Marco polo on the other hand, not it!”

The other three called out and argued over the subject of who would be it in one of their endless games of marco polo, until it was decided that Cady would be the seeker. Everyone scattered as she loudly counted to ten, spinning in circles within the waist-deep water.

“Marco!” She cried out, slightly dizzy from counting.

“Polo!” Cried out only two voices in response.

“Gat, you have to say polo too!” Johnny snickered at Cadence’s words, basking in the glory that was the absolute fear in Gat’s eyes.

“Polo,” The boy whispered, a single foot in front of Cady. She acted as if she was going to reach out in front of her in order grab her boyfriend, but instead she stuck her arms out to the left of her, knowing exactly which way her boyfriend would turn to flee.

Cady caught Gat from behind, wrapping her arms around his body, successfully trapping him in her hold.

“Cady, no! Let me go!” Gat struggled to get out, making ripples while he flailed his arms.

“Did you know,” The low whispers sent shivers down the boy’s spine, “The tickle monster lives underwater?” Her fingers dug into the vulnerable ribs at her mercy.

“Ehehehehe Cahahahady dohohohohont!” Gat squealed, throwing his head back into his girlfriend’s chest.

Cadence’s fingers against his abdomen were clumsy, probably due to her lack of siblings and the rare occurrence of seeing her cousins, but somehow that made the unknowing touches far more sensitive against Gat’s bare skin. He felt as nimble fingers counted every single one of his protruding ribs. Each touch, no matter how small, felt like agony to the boy as he helplessly giggled and squirmed about in the water.

“Aww, tickle tickle baby boy, coochie coochie coo!” Cadence teased her typically stoic and serious boyfriend. “You don’t laugh enough, thanks to Johnny I know just what to do to hear you.”

“Stop Cahahady! Ihihihim nahahat a bahaby, leheheheheave me ALOHOHOHONE! STAHAHAHAP!” Gat shrieked when a single finger wiggled its way into his belly button.

“Aww lovely, you’re sure just as ticklish and cute as a baby, are you sure you aren’t one?” Cadence giggled when she noticed her boyfriend’s ear had turned a darker shade of red. Mirren and Johnny just laughed at the sight unfolding in front of them.

The younger boy’s head was so far back that it nearly looked painful, so Cadence stuck her cold lips into the crook of his neck, blowing slightly.

“CAHAHAHADY! Stahahahp juhuhuhust lehehehet mehehe behehehe!” A stream of almost incoherent chuckles. Cadence was basking in the joyous, childlike laughter of the 17-year-old that she was taking apart with just her fingers.

Gat felt completely silly because of his extreme sensitivities. Cady was completely disassembling him and she made him feel like he was a child again. Despite his constant protests he couldn’t help but enjoy letting loose like he was. At this point, he was giggling so quickly and uninhibited that a series of snorts fell out of him.

Cady’s fingers stilled, and she ran her fingers over spot again, receiving the same reaction. She stopped again and watched as Gat turned as red as possible.

“You’re so cute,” Cady leaned over to press a sweet kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek. She only received a whine in response. “You’re cute, but you’re it.”

She ran as far away from him as possible as he attempted to quickly recover from her onslaught.

“Marco!”

“Polo!”

[sameloveasyou]

Acho que uma citação inspiradora pode ajudar nos momentos difíceis.

Mirren Sinclair Sheffield  (Mentirosos, E. Lockhart)

[teenagesuicide]

post TEN characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back, then tag ten people to do the same.  ( If you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people. )

PLEASE REPOST INSTEAD OF REBLOGGING.

CURRENTLY PLAYING:  

   heather mcnamara (heathers the musical) / seymour krelborn (little shop of horrors) 

HAVE PLAYED:  

 frenchy lefevre (grease) / ella (rodgers & hammerstein’s cinderella) / patty simcox (grease) / lily luna potter (harry potter) / boq (wicked) / sam temple (gone) / matilda wormwood (matilda)  / dennis (heathers) / a bunch of ocs 

WOULD LIKE TO PLAY:

  trixie franklin (ctm) / maria rainer (the sound of music) / olive ostrovsky (25apcsb) / annie edison (community) / mirren sinclair sheffield (we were liars) / jennifer honey (matilda)

TAGGED BY : @chaoslived (kinda) TAGGING : @avinkusprince @coolshceshine @jockhunt @concretecrowned

[lindsayshalstead]

Mirren Sinclair Sheffield // We Were Liars

[tyrannuspitch]

Character moodboard: Mirren Sinclair Sheffield

“Be a little kinder than you have to.”

(Photography credit in captions)

[paperwhisperings]

It is good to be loved, even though it will not last.

Cadence Sinclair Eastman, We Were Liars by E. Lockhart

[anonymoushomosapiens]

We Were Liars

I cried like a baby. Probably worse than a baby because I find baby cries to be quite cute sometimes. I did the ugly cry. Uglier than the infamous Kim K cry. You know when Hazel read her eulogy for Augustus and you do the ugly cry. That was my ugly cry. I didn’t cry until the last 25 pages, I want to say. 

The whole crying this is probably why people hyped this up. It gets you emotional, yes. There’s also that “twist” in the end that I personally did not find very twisted. And then there’s also E. Lockhart’s beautiful and lyrical writing and the mysterious vibe this story gives. I even loved the map. I found it to be quite helpful as I kept referring back to it. And I do believe this book is worth the read.

However, I’m not going to lie. I was pretty disappointed with this book especially in the middle. I was greatly underwhelmed while reading it. I knew this book was highly raved about last year, which is partly why I’ve been putting it off for so long. I was 2/3 into the book and I kept thinking, “What’s the hype all about? I just don’t get it.” True, I loved the first five chapter and all of Part 5. They were my favorite parts. I also loved the notes Gat left for Cadence. But it was the middle that didn’t do it for me. It was just all over the place. Not only did I find this book underwhelming but I found it to be predictable.

Here are all the clues: The very beginning. When Cady is found on the on the beach alone and she was wondering where Mirren, Johnny, and Gat were. She thinks they’ve left her. That’s the biggest clue there already. Cady, Mirren, Johnny, and Gat were always together during the summer. They seemed inseparable to me, so why is Cady all of a sudden alone? I didn’t think they left Cady alone, I thought they were just gone. Dead gone. Then there are Cady’s e-mails that never got a response. It was a little fishy that they wouldn’t respond to Cady. She’s still recovering from an accident and she was going to miss summer with the Sinclairs for the first time. Then there’s Taft calling Cady the night before they left for Beechwood and he suspects Cuddledown to be haunted. That was the other big clue. Why would he suspect it to be haunted? That’s when I was sure someone died. Then when Cady arrives on the island, the Liars don’t come running to greet her. You’d think that after missing her presence for two years, they’d be waiting by the dock and jump on her once she step foot on land. But nope. They don’t. Because they really aren’t there. Then when Cady confronts Taft about their phone call the night before, he mentions that they’re staying with Grandad, which I found odd. Then there’s Aunt Carrie who says that Johnny is up when she’s up, sometimes. And there’s also Will’s nightmares. Then Cady confronts Aunt Carrie about getting sleep and she asked if Johnny was up and Carrie says she doesn’t know what Cady is talking about. I think Carrie was just talking about Johnny spiritually, but Cady doesn’t know. No one wanted tell Cady anything about the accident. Then I also noticed that none of the Aunts mentioned any of the other Liars. Never. I also noticed that Cady and the Liars would always be at Cuddledown and they never go to Clairmont. They do say that they won’t go to Clairmont at all but if I was their parent, I would make them go whether they like it or not. Then I had a thought. I thought perhaps Johnny, Mirren, and Gat were ghosts. They hardly went anywhere besides Cuddledown. I even went back to the page where the copyright and summary is on, it’s one of the first few pages and it shows what category the book falls under, if it’s fiction nonfiction, about family, friends, or romance, I went back there to see if this book contains paranormal aspects. It doesn’t. Then I thought maybe all those pain medication is causing Cady to have hallucinations. Because that’s what the Liars are. Only Cadence can see them. Then there’s Aunt Carrie crying while wearing Johnny’s jacket. It was sad. Then there’s Mirren wanting to read the e-mails. Gat telling Cady that her Grandad paid for her Europe trip. Cady trying to give Johnny the Legos and he refuses. It’s so obvious they’re dead. It’s all starting to come together. I knew Cadence is going to remember soon. 

I’m going to be honestly with you about the fire. I knew about the fire. I began this book one day and finished on another. When I stopped reading this book the first day, I left off on Chapter 30, which is in part 3. Two days later and I’ve decided to continue the book, I was wondering how long it would take me to get to part 4. I search for part 4. Its title is Look, a Fire. That’s how I knew there was a fire. Which also explains when in Chapter 30, Cadence asks about Grandad’s dogs and he says that they did not suffer during their deaths. It just made sense. Everything makes so much sense in this book. The middle was a bit messy but everything is so damn obvious!

Then there’s the clue that you most likely have missed and not noticed until the end. The title of the book. We Were Liars. Not We Are Liars. Were. Past tense. As in they’re no longer Liars. Because they’re not. Liars. Plural. Cadence is the only one left. Singular. 

And those are all the clues. Deep Breath. Inhale. Exhale. 

The Once upon a times. Those parts had some of the best writing in this book. My understanding is that Grandad is the King or the merchant. The daughters are the aunts. Then it got me thinking... is he the antagonist? He paid for the trip. It was obvious. He’s why the aunts make their kids kiss his ass. He’s why the aunts always fought. He’s the reason why the kids burned down his house. He didn’t seem like the bad guy but in that last Once Upon A Time passage with the witch, Grandad is the witch. Right? That’s how I saw it. 

Then there’s the lesson you get from this book. As I read it, I couldn’t see the point of the book. Like what am I getting out of this book besides crying in the end? What is the lesson, the theme? Then I thought of many things that could be. Perhaps it’s fighting over invaluable materialistic things can cause you to lose what you value most. Privileged people can have really stupid problems. Your kids are worth more than your inheritance. Your significant other is worth more than a trust fund. No matter how much power you have, it’s not going to give you the love you want. Choose Heathcliff. Choose the one you love. Don’t let anyone choose for you. Don’t get drunk on an island. And finally: Be a little kinder than you have to be.

[gardenloft]

Be a little kinder than you have to. Do what youre afraid to do. Do not accept an evil you can change.

[hermiohegranger]

mirren:

(n.)

1. fair sea maiden

sugar, curiosity, rain

[dreammetheworld]

“I like the idea of a motto,” she goes on. “I think an inspirational quote can get you through hard times.” “Like what?” asks Gat. Mirren pauses. Then she says: “Be a little kinder than you have to.” We are all silenced by that. It seems impossible to argue with. Then Johnny says, “Never eat anything bigger than your ass.” “You ate something bigger than your ass?” I ask. He nods, solemn. “Okay, Gat,” says Mirren. “What’s yours?” “Don’t have one.” “Come on.” “Okay, maybe.” Gat looks down at his fingernails. “Do not accept an evil you can change.” “I agree with that,” I say. Because I do.

[paperwhisperings]

They will not lie to me anymore. Go places without me, make decisions without me.

Cadence Sinclair Eastman, We Were Liars by E. Lockhart

[paperwhisperings]

Sometimes I wonder if reality splits...there are parellel universes in which different events have happened to the same people. An alternate choice has been made, or an accident has turned out differently. Everyone has duplicates of themselves in these other worlds. Different selves with different lives, different luck.

Cadence Sinclair Eastman, We Were Liars by E. Lockhart

[paperwhisperings]

I don't want to tag along when I'm not wanted.

Cadence Sinclair Eastman, We Were Liars by E. Lockhart

[paperwhisperings]

Half the time I hate myself for all the things I've done, but the thing that makes me really messed up is the contradiction: when I'm not hating myself, I feel righteous and victimised. Like the world is so unfair.

Gatwick Matthew Patil, We Were Liars by E. Lockhart

[paperwhisperings]

He looked at you like you were the brightest planet in the galaxy.

Mirren Sinclair Sheffield, We Were Liars by E. Lockhart