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I was gonna go to bed but then OH MY GOD MY THEME IS AN EYESORE WHO EVEN LET THIS HAPPEN

Update: this one should do for now uwu

And tomorrow I'm taking Trotsky screencaps, maybe Tropic Thunder but those are less useful to me.

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+paperplanesandlipstain

Slow day in the Georgian Gallery, though he couldn't remember a day it wasn't. Zev would much rather be squirreled in the archives with sure knowledge no-one would come by, not wait around all day fearing they might. Speak of the devil and just his luck to have a woman-- young, pretty, professional, petite-- show up right in the middle of... Well, nothing. The curator straightened his slouch and gave her a short nod.

"Ah, hi. Something I can help you with, or just... Looking around? Well of course you are, it's a museum. Anyway... If you have questions, I'm right here. Yep. All right then."

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The pause at the start of the call he could chalk up to a bad connection, but listening to her request, he nearly choked. "What? Are you okay-- what the fuck, of course you're not."

He flicked off the TV, silencing Riker in the middle of his heartbreaking opening remarks, and swung his feet down to the floor.

"Where are you? I mean-- where can I pick you up, is there an address? Will you be able to let me in, or, uh-- You could just come down to the street, I guess." He'd begun collecting his effects after he stood. Wallet, keys, coat, phone... Phone? In your hand, dummy. Right. He was half-out of his apartment when the problem of a car popped to mind. Too late for a bus, and a cab would take time. All right, he had to gather a few extra effects. Wallet, keys, coat, wire hanger, screwdriver, pocketknife, phone... In your hand, we just went over that. He'd have to scrounge this mess for half the stuff he needed.

"Listen, Mer, just stay on the line a few minutes, I gotta get my act together. Whereabouts are you, and how do I get there, again?"

Get Me to the ER On Time

The shock from the injury still worked its way through her system. Meredith found it difficult to process much else besides, but she shut her eyes tight, she took a deep breath before she spoke. 

"Hi Zev," she forced out as normally as possible, and tried to move her hand again, but to no avail. Pain shot up her arm and she winced, then launched into a brief explanation of the situation. “I’m in a bit of a mess right now. Hand injury, hit my head…Bit of shock… Emergency room… just if you can get me to the ER. You don’t even have to stay if there’s somewhere else you need to be."  

Meredith left out the details of how and left the question of why she called him, of all people, unanswered. The simple answer was that she had no one else. All the normal individuals, her mother, Charlie, her flatmate, her professor, were out of the question now. She hoped he would deduce why, not feeling up to providing many answers tonight. 

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Zevedith ooooobviously

big spoon/little spoon: zev/mere 

favorite non-sexual activity: a good museum doesn’t usually have even a quartet of their holdings on display, so, occasionally, the two dorks go romping through the archives. they tend to spend a lot of time on illustrated texts. 

who uses all the hot water: ah, i’d say meredith, but she’s usually up before dawn so the hot water would be back in time for zev’s shower. 

most trivial thing they fight over: the goddamn fucking paisley button-downs 

who does most of the cleaning: depends on if meredith’s working on a project. if she is, then the mess piles up unless zev cleans up. if not it’s like a 60/40 split between the two of them. 

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: whatever show caught zev’s attention, and usually zev takes the reigns over netflix. 

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: meredith charms her way into getting repairs asap 

who steals the blankets: meredith

who leaves their stuff around: see previous bit about if mere’s working on a project. i guess zev, but is he all that messy? 

who remembers to buy the milk: zev

who remembers anniversaries: zev (she makes him put them in the calendar though) 

who cooks normally?: they usually do take out, but mere’s a decent cook. 

how often do they fight?: i don’t know? i wouldn’t think with daily frequency, but maybe a minor bout every couple months.  

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: well, mere paints or does other arty stuff. zev texts her to remind her to maintain the levels of nutrients/sleep/etc. needed to stay alive. she threatens to burn all the paisley if he won’t let her work in peace, but steals one of the shirts to paint in because the fabric’s actually kind of nice. 

nicknames for each other?: if i recall, zev calls her ‘shiksa’ on occassion. i have yet to think of a term of endearment besides ‘idiot.’ 

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: whoever got paid last 

who steals the covers at night?: again, mere 

what would they get each other for gifts?: varies on occasion. she likes to give him functional, but nice gifts like the shirts or a watch. or something that she knows he’ll appreciate like the maps. zev tends to give her necklaces. 

who kissed who first?: if pecks on the check count, meredith. if on the lips, zev kissed her first, spur of the moment in the bow road studio after she walked him through the dance vasquez attempted to teach them 

who made the first move?: um, whoever prompted the coffee drop off for the paints, so i think zev, but i might be mistaken. 

who remembers things?: zev, mere remembers a lot though. just things like the first time they met go unnoticed. 

who started the relationship?: zev

who cusses more?: ummm, matheson? he counts. a third wheel, but useful third wheel. they are a wheelbarrow. 

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: mere’s go to reaction in that sort of situation is (a.) assess the injuries, (b.) do what she can to help, (c.) inflict pain on the enemy accordingly. if he landed in the hospital, she’d become all too familiar with the comfort and function of the arm chairs they keep in hospital rooms for people like her. not sure what zev would do. 

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Actors: 14/TBA

Jay Baruchel

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Jay Baruchel for GQ → one color per picture

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Jay Baruchel in Good Neighbours

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A gentleman is simply a patient wolf.

Lana Turner (x)

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My child arrived just the other day He came to the world in the usual way But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay He learned to walk while I was away And he was talking ‘fore I knew it, and as he grew He’d say, “I’m gonna be like you, dad You know I’m gonna be like you.”   ❂

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Periodically Meredith wakes up in the early morning hours, if she goes to bed at 1:00 am or 2:00 am, then think maybe around 4:00 am or 5:00 am, and she has a horrible time going back to sleep.

At this point she’ll start drawing. If she has any paper, even a receipt or the blank pages at the end of a book, then she’ll draw on that. If she doesn’t, then she’ll sketch out muscle groups on her skin using a ballpoint pen.

Sharing a bed with her pretty much guarantees you’ve woken up with such drawings on you. 

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Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs.

Black Heart, by Holly Black  (via weaverofstars)

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A titanium escape ring with a handcuff shim and a saw blade hidden inside, the shim can open single lock handcuffs and the saw blade can cut through zipcuffs, duct tape, and other types of restraints. buy one here