Ruth Negga photographed by Samuel Paul Morales

ziggybennett​:

“Literally anything right now. Shots, maybe? Get absolutely fucking wasted, you know?” she suggested, laughing softly. “Absolutely not! I’m inviting you out. Therefore it’s on me.”

“You can scrunch that adorable little nose all you please but you know as well as I that you aren’t going to make it out with your wallet in tact if you’re buying all your drinks. Let me do it, please. It’s my maternal instinct kicking in.” Despite the almost ten year age gap, there was something about Ziggy that Eva just loved to be around. She had an infectious energy about her, like a little sister she would have loved to had. “Now, am I allowed to ask the occasion for getting wasted? Do I need to have a conversation with someone?”

dallaskarlsson​:

Nervous, was all that could be said about Dallas’ current state. Her boss seemed to need her at work sooner than she had expected but here’s hoping it wasn’t for anything she’s done wrong. Blonde hair dangles in front of her face as she watches her feet as she walks. The sweet as honey voice catches her attention. 

“Yeah, yeah-” Dallas picked up the last box of hers, hoisting it up and waited for the other to lead the way. “You moving in or something?” She asked shyly. 

Eva got a good look at the blonde as she walked up, resulting in the darkening of the schoolteacher’s cheeks. Clearly, there was something in the water in Nashville because the food was fine, but the people were finer. “In a way, I suppose I am, yeah!” Eva replied, shooting the other a wink and tilting her head towards the open school building door (that was ever-so-deftly propped up by a large weight Winnie the Pooh plush), “One of the teachers here retired at Christmas, so I was able to fill her position starting back in January. However, the turnaround was so quick a few of my belongings didn’t make it or, in the case of what we have today, a friend of mine brought up because I was too paranoid to throw them on a moving truck. Sentimental value and what have you.”

Eva walked briskly alongside the other, not wanting to bog down the time of this beautiful woman more so than she already was. “I have made about a dozen trips, so I am eternally grateful for you coming to my rescue. I’m Evangeline Otterbourne, but most folks call me Eva. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?”

fortisfragilis​:

Rehearsals were over for the day and Sheppard wasn’t entirely sure what to do with himself. Free time was sort of rare for him as of late, and he’d been trying to do more things with it than just sit at home watching Star Wars again for the thousandth time. So, he was walking with his AirPods in but with nothing playing through them, mostly because he’d forgotten to choose music or a podcast.

He heard her before he saw her and he looked around, slightly jogging over to help when he realized what was going on. “Of course!” He picked up the box and offered to close the trailer for her. “You’re not doing an art heist or anything, right? No judgement if you are, I just can’t really afford to end up in jail right now.”

Getting a good look at the other, the typically shy schoolmarm was a touch shameless in the way she let her eyes roam the other’s figure. Though it was for a flicker of a moment, it would be rather damning if she’d been caught. “Oh honey but you’d look rather fetching in orange.” she teased gently, “Alas no, I am not the missing member of the Monuments Men. Just a meek little schoolteacher bringing in the last of her worldly possessions to decorate her classroom. This piece right here was gifted to me by a student as a farewell present. Her bibi made it...” 

Eva trailed off as she began walking towards the propped open door, motioning with her head for the other to follow, “Bibi is grandmother in Swahili. I promised her I’d put it up in my classroom as soon as it could be delievered safe and sound. Her entire family is carved into it, and she even included little ol’ me. When I tell you I cried, Good Lord I was inconsolable. Children really do have the kindest hearts.”

“-ngh! There we are...” Eva muttered to herself as she hoisted the art piece across her slender shoulders. A dear friend of hers had come to town to bring some pieces that Eva could quite fit into the U-Haul from Georgia to Tennessee, and she was finally getting around to bringing them to the school. Looking up, she happened to notice someone walking by and called out to them in her honeysuckle-sweet voice. 

“E-Excuse me! I’m so sorry, b-but I don’t suppose you’d be able to help a lady out and carry this last box for me. I’m about at the end of my rope goin’ back and forth haulin’ this stuff.”

scftboys-and-co​:

“Pavement can caress The treads of my distress Grip onto cow that Is my seat and speed the plow Your words were gentle oh Reflected in my window I knew You would be the kind of girl That I could talk to

And you seem like your kinda strange Why can’t you be a little less insane…”

Richard was singing along to the lyrics he’d just written down, trying to get the chords down. However, he’d ended up getting stuck at a line, tipping his head to the side. “Why can’t you be a little less insane… Insaaane…” He sang softly to himself as he tried to figure out what lyric to write down next. Letting out a sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose after a moment. Then he saw someone walking past that he recognized, a little excited they were there. “Hey! Do you mind taking a look at this? I’m a little bit stuck right now..”

Eva was headed to grab food from what ended up being an impromptu parent-teacher conference at the mechanic’s shop. She’d dropped her car off for an oil change, and she ended up chatting with a parent who was in the process of picking their own car up. She’d ended up lingering far longer than intended, and she was craving something to eat. Ever the people-pleaser, however, the moment she locked eyes with someone, she immediately rushed over to help. She was seemingly incapable of saying no. “Why sure, I’d be happy to!” she chirped in response, taking the lyrics from the other. She recognized him from his performances at the Bluebird, as she had brought family there from out of town. Richard almost always seemed to be performing when she’d be there, something she found to be quite humorous. “Give me the elevator pitch for this one, then I can help you get unstuck.”

ziggybennett​:

“Today has been possibly the longest day. Rehearsal this morning, then I taught some vocal lessons, and dance class. Tomorrow is going to be the same, I think,” Ziggy said, groaning. “Want to go get some drinks and something to eat? I need to unwind.”

“Ziggy, you know I’ll never say no to drinks with you. What’re you craving?” Eva replied with a chuckle. She’d met the other through a dance class a co-worker dragged her to and the two of them hit it off pretty well. “As long as you let me buy this time. I still haven’t forgiven you for paying the tab when I went to the ladies’ room last time.”

Kacey Musgraves- Love is A Wild Thing

The Love Witch (2016)

“Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand

Just like that river twisting through a dusty land

And when she shines she really shows you all she can

Oh Rio, Rio dance across the Rio Grande,”

Greek mythology a-z :

Erato was the Muse of Love Poetry.

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