PENN BADGLEY — The Paper Store (2016)

MR. & MRS. SMITH — 2005, dir. Doug Liman

blakemadden​:

“Okay…” Blake murmured under her breath because she knew what his questions were referring to, not to mention his tone which was full of shock, to put it nicely. Her hand remained on her stomach as he looked down at it, glancing around the train carriage but no one was listening to them. The members of New York were all entirely in the own world, thank god because this was embarrassing enough just between herself and Leo, the baker didn’t really want anyone else to be viewing it. The issue was the train was hurtling through a tunnel meaning she had no way of getting off, and even if she could it was unlikely Blake could move fast enough to stop Leo from being able to easily catch up with her in a second. “Oh I’m just going uptown to see a friend.” Pretending his why was a question about why she was on the metro…which they both knew it wasn’t. “So…yeah…just…heading there.” She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to work out how to play this one.

-

Leo had no care for their surroundings his mind wrapped around all the possibilities and she wasn’t speaking or giving him answers. Why is she the one surprised? When her reply was straight bullshit and nonsense, he was done playing this game. “Don’t-don’t that, don’t play dumb right now, Blake-- don’t do this to me.” Leo spat out through gritted teeth. His adam’s apple visibly tightening in his throat. His mood immediately lunged into anger. How could she play at a time like this? His life as he knew it was on the line. He spared a thought for his wife which caused his hand to grip around her bicep, holding her close and firmly with his fingers overlapping. “What is that? And is it mine?!” His voice not only rising in volume but in vemon. It was like a fuse had been lit and he was ready to set off even more.

blakemadden​:

Behind a table she’d be safe, that was what Blake was telling herself as she sat there waiting for Leo to arrive at the cafe. God knows what had possessed her to suggest the two of them meet up when she was visibly pregnant by this point, yet she had done it. Even in the oversized sweater she was currently wearing - if anything it’s size was making this worse.

Before she could bail entirely on the coffee altogether a familiar figure walked through the doors with his familiar brooding air about him. As if he was on some kind of mission which was a little scary, but it didn’t last long, and when the first thing he said was a compliment she smiled sweetly. Unable to get up to give him a hug hello it was the best she could do. “Thanks, so do you. Do you want to…” she only got half way through her sentence and it was like Leo had read her mind, sitting down before she could finish. Glancing at her phone she saw it only said 12:03pm. He was hardly late. “No, no not at all I just finished a cake a little earlier than I thought I would so I thought the walk down here would do me good instead of getting on the subway. It gets so stuffy down there I swear, it’s like the whole city has gotten hotter.” Or was it that she was more sensitive to heat. Probably the latter. He looked so handsome as he sat there in front of her. Chiseled. No wonder his wife hadn’t managed to stand in the way of her attraction to him for long despite thinking she was a pretty morally sound person. “I just thought that maybe we should like…clear the air. You know? In a friendship way.” Plus she wasn’t sure yet if she was going to tell him about the baby, likely not, so she could hardly cite that as the reason for inviting him here. “How have you been?” 

-

Leo brought his gaze back to her when she said the time. His own time read two minutes ahead. He had nodded, listening to why she appeared so comfortable in her seat. She had time to relax in the booth. But did she have to look so warm and inviting? The color in her cheeks reminded him of how she looked after he had-- his mind was suddenly taken back to reality as she spoke up again.

“In a friendship way?” He repeated with a small laugh, a twinge of bitterness at the end. “That sounds like a new way for us,” He observed dropping his gaze but his face stayed toward her. “But if that’s what you want, by all means.” He agreed, bringing his eyes back to her face. His elbows moved on to the table and his arms crossed in front of him. His chin rested on the back of his hand. A physical defense his body had created as he reminded of her rejection. He knew he had to let their affair devolve if he wanted to keep her in his life. After all, their entanglement had gone undetected by Leo’s wife, and that’s all he could hope for. Losing his physical intimacy with Blake was the price to pay for it. And wife learning the truth about him is never an option.

 Her question to how he’d been made him think of his latest paramour, Ana. He had started his affair with her shortly after Blake ended things. He kept his face straight and blinked, “Been busy...” He said, unsure if he should even share just whom had been keeping him active. He idly wondered if it was upset her that he had found another heart to pull the strings upon. Replacing her, so to speak. “...with classes, a lot of students are getting cast so, of course they need more of me.” He continued. 

blakemadden​:

“And then we’re going to put your tiny feet in the water so you can see how that feels, does that sound good Princess?” Blake cooed as she carried her daughter across the sand to where her father was putting together a little camp area with a umbrella and blankets for them to sit on. He’d managed to get it up now but the word she’d have used a few moments ago probably would have been more fighting with the umbrella - it had been a little funny if very sweet because she knew he was doing it for the good of their baby. “It’s looking amazing, you did a really great job.” She didn’t speak as he dropped a kiss on Mira’s head, just allowing them that moment together before continuing to bounce her gently to keep her calm, laughing at the theatrical display of self satisfaction. Well, what else could she expect from him? “Here, let’s put you down on the blanket my love so you can spend some time with your daddy.” She’d become so used to talking to Mira all day when they were alone she couldn’t even shut it off when in the presence of others. Settling her down gently before dropping onto the blanket next to her so she could tip her head back to enjoy the warmth of the day. “If anyone at that big Pride party could see us right now they would probably think we were the most uncool people in the galaxy.” Actually she kind of was, it was Leo who had more of an edge to him.

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“Ah yes, come here baby girl,” He said after Blake spoke about placing Mira on the blanket. He watched as Blake did so with such care. He smiled at his daughter who was looking toward the colors of the umbrella above her head before moving her gaze to Blake that had moved to lay down. “Speak for yourself, I’m pretty cool and so is my little spawn.” He said moving from his back to lay on his side to face Mira and Blake. He moved his body a bit more to help the sand beneath the mat mold to his body. “And besides I like this party.” He said admiring Blake’s complexion in the sun. “Though your daddy is going to the after party with Uncle Xav that’s for sure.” He said bringing his attention to Mira once again, his voice always becoming more melodic when speaking to her.  

closed starter for: @tianaleiwilder​ location: at the dive bar on the 9th

Leo’s legs were stretched before him on the bar stool beside him. Shins dangling off of the cushions though he made no effort to take up more real estate. The dive bar wasn’t too busy on this late weekday night. He liked it this way. It was kind of like having the place to himself. the hum of conversation, throwback music, and the sounds of a game of pool were completely comforting to Leo. He had his usual in front of him. A whiskey sour, so chilled that the glass was sweating.

He ignored it for the time being for his phone in his hands, which rested on his lap. He bit his lip, wondering what he should say as he looked at the text messages between him and Ana. He had been the last one to say something which was evident by the multiple blue bubbles. But she hadn’t said a thing to him for three hours. His leg started to shake as he tried to figure out a way to say something but not seem so eager as he had felt. He had to play it cool but he was feeling the opposite as he looked at the time stamp of her last message. But then the grey dots popped up on the left side of the screen and Leo could feel himself shift to being excited. He quickly grabbed his drink and took a sip with his eyes still on the phone.

seasonal aesthetics.    —  by dismaymemes. bold what applies to your muse.                      for : leo davis.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.    a chill right down to the bones.   tobogganing.   teeth chattering.   sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace.   spending time with family.    layered clothing.   seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.   a state of inactivity.   cold hands.  blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.  cable knit socks.   a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.  hating the cold.  full-length windows to peer out of.  pale skin.   deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa.   smelling every candle in the store.  a wild snow storm. melancholy.  lighting candles around the bathtub.  snow globes.  expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

spring, summer & fall under the cut.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing.  a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley.  smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks.  making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most.     a bee sting.  sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.  picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym/training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself.  rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.       lanterns lit around a campfire.   seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days.  the lone blow up floaty left in the pool.  drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3am,  loud and proud.  palms trees on sunset boulevard.  longer days and shorter nights.  wanderlust.  nights spent staring at the stars.  sand castles.  road trips.  blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom.  sneaking out of your room late at night.  pure contentment. barefoot in the sand.  the street lights coming on.   the sound of the ocean in a seashell.  freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing.  a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk.   relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.   the leaves changing colors.  a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ).   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet.  feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.  sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of work.  charcoal drawings.  screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.  pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.     small talk.   being ignored.  procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.  baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost.  a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying.  converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

mood: joe goldberg

One Hundred and One Nights (1995)

averydawson​:

Avery climbed out of her hot shower and changed into something more cozy before she made herself comfortable on her couch with a cup of wine. Grabbing her laptop, she continuing working on the photos she started before her shower. Lifting the glass to her sip, she froze in place when she heard her name being sung outside her apartment. Terribly. Setting her laptop and wine on the table, she got up and walked over to her door. Opening it, she found a very drunk Leo on the ground singing. The more he sang, the more she knew there was going to be complaints from her neighbors. “Okay time to go inside.” She pulled him up, guides him inside and sat him down on the couch. She hurries to grab a cup of water then returns. “What is going on?” She asked curious as to why he was so drunk and showed up at her place, placing the water in his hand to drink. “Drink up.”

-

Leo would never singing while drunk. He never did. Though there was one instance with some modern Hugh Hefner at the drive bar on the ninth. But that's another story.  Suddenly in the middle of his performance, he saw the inside of Avery’s apartment; though it was upset down. He grumbled since his loud singing no longer tickling his fuzzy mind. “Avery!” He exclaimed as she pulled him upright, barely recognizing her presence. He smiled following her with remissed moment. He fell carelessly onto the couch but he practically melted into the cushions. “Nothing much.” He responded with a burp just as she left him. Leo takes the glass and drinks it, expecting the clear liquid to be vodka. He made a face after his sip of water. “Gross,” He breathed when he realized it was water.

I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.

Death, The Book Thief (via literatureandfilms)