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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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How To Get Away With Murder Master List

This series is complete! ✔️

My name is Cheyanne Harkness, and I am the daughter of Annalise Keating and Evelyn Rothlo. And sometimes I wish I could go back to the good old days when my moms were struggling lawyers, making their name within the cut-throat judicial world.

Because at least then I had them both.

Until Sam Keating ripped my mom, Annalise, away from our family. And then she pulled me with her, forcing me to leave behind the world I loved and knew in New York. Forcing me to leave behind my other mom; Eve.

But ever since she got the job at Middleton, and became the world-renowned cut-throat boss bitch, I’ve been feeling a little neglected. So I forced myself to become interested in their jobs…and years later, I found myself in their shoes.

Only, my hopeless relationship is more star-crossed than Romeo and Juliet. And despite Frank Delfino and I having a daughter together…somehow it feels like we’re doomed to a similar fate.

Especially now that my mom’s newest group of interns includes 5 students.

Laurel Castillo. Wes Gibbins. Asher Millstone. Michaela Pratt. Connor Walsh.

And certainly not since they killed my step-father; Sam Keating. Now, I’m living my mother’s introductory course: How To Get Away With Murder.

Chapters

Chapter 1: How It Started

Chapter 2: Meet Frank Delfino

Chapter 3: 2014

Chapter 4: Roundabout

Chapter 5: The Night Of The Bonfire

Chapter 6: Settled In

Chapter 7: The Mahoney Case

Chapter 8: It's A...

Chapter 9: 2007

Chapter 10: Playing The Field

Chapter 11: The Escape

Chapter 12: Julie

Chapter 13: Hapstall Mansion

Chapter 14: The Breakdown

Chapter 15: Wallace Mahoney

Chapter 16: Separate Paths

This story includes some dark themes like: murder, taboo relationships, cheating, and angst. Each warning is mentioned in the individual chapters.

#how to get away with murder #michaela pratt #connor walsh #wes gibbins #frank delfino #laurel castillo #annalise keating #sam keating #bonnie winterbottom #keating 5 #eve rothlo #murder

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koopadumpling · 1 year

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by Sam Keating

#sam keating #half life #vortigaunt #the crystal queue

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zacshian · 3 months

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Dead Poets Society and The Perks Of Being A Wallflower....

I know that they are different yet they are the same...in a way atleast....

Carpe diem!

Have a good day!

#dps #dps boys #dps fandom #dead poets fandom #dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #john keating #the perks of being a wallflower #charlie #sam

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totallyarabella · 8 months

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People who hate on other‘s favourite bands/artists into their faces are so mean, like why is your negative opinion on a certain type of music SOOO important that you have to ruin the genuine happiness and excitement of the other person????? Ew????

#music #indie rock #indie pop #inhaler #arctic monkeys #bands #fangirl #declan mckenna #sam fender #love #eli hewson #elijah hewson #robert keating #bobby skeetz #ryan mcmahon #josh jenkinson #am #alex turner

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igotsnothing · 1 year

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Beginning/Previous/Next ⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆

Transcript:

Sam: Defense! Defense! Come ON! Nia: He showed up at the store AGAIN? Sam: Who? Nia: I'm on the phone with Julian. The assh*le dude from the bookstore returned. Sam: Heh. He was kinda funny.

Nia: [Laughing] Noooooo!!! Sam: What? What? Nia: OH MY GOD, YOU DID NOT! Sam: What did he do?

Nia: Laughing You ARE getting desperate! J: Anyway, I am going out with the guy I met at Chris’ party. He seemed nice: Dave.

Sam: What the heck is going ON? Nia: He and the dude almost kissed. Sam: Screw the basketball game; I’d rather eavesdrop on this call.

A BIT LATER... Sam: Ok, ok. Hear me out… Let me play devil’s advocate: why shouldn’t Julian get to know assh*le dude better? Maybe they just got off on the wrong foot. First time I’ve heard Julian get fired up over anyone in a long time. Sounds like there was a spark there.

Nia: The spark was there for all the WRONG reasons! Sam: Seems like they pushed each other’s buttons. Sometimes opposites attract… Sometimes the differences are complementary. Can’t have a fire without a spark. Just saying.

Nia: Well, call off the firefighters because Julian is going on a date with someone else tomorrow.

Sam: D'aaaw…I was kinda lowkey rooting for assh*le dude.

J: Ok. Drinks with Dave after work tomorrow… What color were that guy’s—Lawrence’s-- eyes? They were, like—gold? They were so unusual. So beautiful. Almost luminous... I’ve never seen anything like—] DAVE. [Exhaling heavily] Focus on Dave.

Lilith: Lilith Vatore speaking. How can I be of he— Lawrence: It’s Lawrence. I want to diversify my holdings and need you to do something for me. Lilith: Yes? Lawrence: I want to buy Erato Bookstore. Lilith: Why? Lawrence: So I can impose my will and demand obeisance�� Lilith: No. Lawrence: SO I CAN SELL BOOKS. TO PEOPLE. Lilith: Fine. Lawrence: [Can’t wait to see that clown’s face when he realizes I’m his new boss. Can’t wait! Ha! Can’t wait…] Lawrence: I...I really want to see him again…

#the sims 4 #sims 4 story #bite me!#a love story (eventually)#sims 4 vampires #lawrence st germain #julian keats #nia and sam #nia ibrahim-müller #sam ibrahim-müller

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hayscodings · 5 months

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i loved s1 of htgawm but the plot of that show dropped off so quickly that i had to quit watching

#i think i enjoyed s2 as well but the only overarching mystery that engaged me was the sam keating murder #the rest were just meh #htgawm text

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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How To Get Away With Murder, Chapter 12

Word Count: 2.5

Warnings: angst, mentions of death

"Mom, I need to tell you this. Not because of any regret, but because I need you to know. It wasn't Wes, mom." I cried onto my mother's shoulder. Wes looked at me with not only hate, but sadness, "Bonnie suffocated her, but I hid her body beneath the steps and staged it to look like she escaped. It's our fault mom."

Wes stood up and glared at me, “You did it?"

“I'm so sorry Wes. She said she was going to tell the cops how you bashed in Sam's head."

His look of anger and disgust turned to one of sadness, "Cheyanne…"

"No," I said, pulling away and looking at him, "I know you cared about her...but I don't want you guys to go away. You're like my little brother. I couldn't let her hurt you. I couldn’t let her just run off and say that…you murdered Sam because you were trying to protect her."

"I have to talk to Bonnie."

"Mom," I pleaded, sensing the sadness that seemingly surrounded her. She gave me a look of pity, tears lining her eyes, “mom…don’t leave us…please.”

A knock on the entryway to the kitchen stopped what she was about to say next. Frank looked pretty buzzed as he bit his lip, “m-am I interrupting?”

"I'm going to walk Wes out," I said, walking Wes out of the kitchen. When I came back, Frank was going on and on about how it had to have been Laurel that killed Rebecca, “Frank, you need to stop.”

"Frank, you've got the wrong girl," Annalise said, trying to calm him down, "Drive him home, Cheyanne. I've got to go talk to Bonnie."

With that, she grabbed her purse and headed out, leaving Frank and me in the kitchen alone. I tried to keep looking away from him, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"Cheyanne, we need to talk!”

"We can talk in the car."

"No," he pleaded, grabbing my arm, "We need to talk about this."

"What about it?"

"Are you really pregnant?"

I nodded, "yes. And I'm keeping it."

His eyes scanned over my body. He swallowed nervously, "That would make you six and a half weeks along, then."

"Nice to know you keep track of how long it's been since we've last had sex." I laughed awkwardly, turning off the lights in the kitchen. I walked through the foyer and out the door, a drunken Frank following close behind.

“Can I come home already?”

"And what does that mean?" I laughed, trying to ignore the question as I drove to my house.

His hand reached along my jean covered thigh and hovered over my crotch, "Well, home, or you know, where you sleep."

I laughed once more and turned left so that I was pulling on to my street, "I don’t think that’s a good idea, Frank.”

“I want to be with you, Cheyanne.”

“Just for tonight,” I caved, “but you stay on the couch though. Got it?"

"I promise nothing," he smiled. That smile sent butterflies into my stomach as I parked my car at the place. Frank followed me into the house, closing the door behind him. At the door we were greeted by Eve. She was watching television in the living room. Tucked into her side was Julie.

"MOMMY," the little girl all but screamed. She charged at me and jumped up into my arms, "I missed you so much, mommy. But nana Eve said I could stay up late to see you."

"I see that," I laughed. Ishowered her in kisses as Frank stood awkwardly at the foot of the stairs. Julie then turned her attention towards Frank. Her eyes went wide. While she hadn't seen her father in almost five years, she remembered every hair on his head. She always dreamed about the day she'd get to see him again.

"Mommy?" she asked. I nodded at her as she spoke once, "Down?"

She hesitantly walked towards Frank, not sure on if this was real.

"Daddy?" she asked.

Frank nodded, "Hey baby girl."

"DADDY!" she squealed, grinning and reaching up. He picked his daughter up and held her close.

"I've missed you so much, baby girl."

"I miss you too daddy," she sighed, wrapping her little arms around him, “Mommy, I can’t believe you brought daddy home. Daddy it’s been so long!”

"I'm going to turn in, are you guys okay to put her to bed?"

I nodded and Eve hugged me goodnight and went up to guest bedroom. We stood there for a few minutes before I finally led them upstairs.

"Daddy?" she asked, "Why don't you come home sooner?"

"We’ll answer all of your questions in the morning baby!” I offered. Julie looked worriedly between Frank and myself until he laid her down in her bed, and tucked her in.

“Mommy’s right,” Frank agreed, “it’s late…we can talk in the morning, okay?”

“But I’m not tired!” she yawned, trying to fight off the sleep, “I want to see you, daddy!”

“Tomorrow!” he promised, , "but first you have to get some sleep though, okay?"

Julie nodded and closed her eyes as tight as she could.

"I love you Julie."

"I love you mommy. I love you daddy." We kissed her goodnight and walked back to the door.

“Goodnight baby.”

Frank was quick to follow me back to my room, losing his suit jacket, vest, and both shoes as he hit my bedroom door. I scoffed at him, unable to hold back my surprise, “can I help you, Mr. Delfino?”

He smirked, “Come on Chey…I’m getting comfortable.”

“You’re supposed to be getting comfortable on the couch, remember?”

"What if she has a nightmare? I want her to be able to find both of us in the same place. Chasing monsters out from beneath the bed and out of the closet are real things," he laughed, "Things a dad does."

“Frank, come on.”

"Do you still have some of my clothes over here?" he asked, ignoring my previous statement. I rolled my eyes, opening the drawer, half ashamed that I never cleaned it out. He grinned and stripped to his boxers before walking over to where I still stood, wrapping his arms around my waist, and kissing my neck.

“Don’t even think about it,” I muttered, brushing him off me and heading to the bathroom, “you’re not getting any bit of my honey pot. Pregnancy hormones be damned.”

"Do you want one of your teddies?"

"I'll save the lingerie for a night my daughter and mother aren't in the next bedrooms," I said, "you’re changed…you can go to the couch now, Frank."

He pulled out one of my gold lace teddies, and threw it onto the counter beside me. I raised my brow at him and he frowned, “come on, sweetheart…I know how you love the feeling of lace on your skin.”

I rolled my eyes and got changed. When I came out of the bathroom I noticed he was only wearing a pair of sweats, and lying on top of the covers.

“You’re not going downstairs, are you?”

He shook his head, “I’m not going anywhere, baby…not when you have one of my children inside of you and the other sleeping in her bed.”

“No funny business…”

“You know I never promise anything,” he smirked. I ignored his comment and slipped into the bed, under the covers. Almost immediately, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him, “has the little bambino started kicking, yet?”

“It’s a little early to tell as much,” I shrugged, “and anyways, what makes you think we aren’t going to have another little girl? Why so sure already that it’s a boy?”

"I don't know," he shrugged, kissing her shoulders, "What makes you think we won't?"

"I don't know."

"Do you ever miss this? Me being in the house?"

"All the time, Frank."

I woke up with his arms around me. I don't think I've ever felt so calm...so happy, waking up, knowing that he was in my bed with me.

"Please don't be awake," I heard him whisper into my ear. I didn't move or change my breathing. Suddenly I felt the bed shift, "fuck…I really got to piss, and I don't want this to end."

When the door closed, I turned over, looking at the spot where Frank was laying. My hand absentmindedly ran over the spot. I closed my eyes when I heard the toilet flush and the door click open.

I flipped back over as gently as I could, adding in a moan to make it seem like I was still asleep. Frank chuckled. The bed shifted and his arms wrapped around me.

"I love you Chey," he whispered. He hopped over to the other side, so he was in front of me, "But I know when you are awake and you are definitely awake."

My eyes fluttered open and I could see his smile, "How did you know?"

"He laughed, "You always seemed to wake up just as I would get out of bed. What you didn't know was that I'd been awake so early I knew you were awake because your breathing changed. I have a question."

"Yeah?" I asked

"So we had sex in January, right?"

"Yeah."

"So, we'll have a baby by Halloween?"

"Do I want to know where this is going?"

"If it's a boy can I make it a mob boss and take it trick or treating?"

"That's really your first question?"

He stared at me a second before we both fell into a fit of laughter.

"CHEYANNE?" a voice yelled from downstairs.

"Fuck," I whispered. Frank pulled me to his chest quickly, whispering a quick 'shh'.

"Quick," he laughed, in a gangster voice, "protect the little bambino."

I started laughing loud before pushing him off me and heading towards the door to my bedroom. It wasn't until after I'd opened it I realized I'd thrown on Frank's dress shirt from work yesterday.

Bonnie and Michaela had their brows raised.

"Is that Frank's shirt?" Michaela asked. Her question was answered as Frank appeared from behind me in nothing but his sweats.

"I'm going to make breakfast do you ladies want anything?"

Before they could answer he'd jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen. Bonnie looked at me disapprovingly.

"DADDY!" Julie squealed from the kitchen. I heard giggling and I put my hand over my face, "We're learning how to ride my bike today, right daddy?"

"It's not like I can get more pregnant," I laughed turning around and walking into my room. The alarm clock said nine a.m.

"More pregnant? Daddy?"

"Fuck," I said, turning around. "I forgot that you didn't know."

"And Frank is the baby daddy? To both?"

"If you tell anyone, I will end your pretty prom queen life."

"I wasn't going to tell anyone, but okay."

"Why are you guys over here anyways?" I asked. Bonnie turned her head as if to ask, 'oh really'.

"Your mother was worried that you didn't get in touch with her this morning. You turned off your cell phone. Frank turned his cell phone off too."

"So she sent you two?"

"Don't get all worked up," Frank said, coming up the stairs with a glass of orange juice. He kissed the top of my head, "stress and coffee is bad for the baby. Come downstairs. I'm making bacon and eggs."

I nodded and he was gone. Both girls had their brows raised again, questioning why the normally quiet, reserved Frank was in my house, making me breakfast in nothing but sweatpants and a smile.

"Give me five minutes to get dressed and I'll be down. Go enjoy breakfast."

"I don't trust his cooking."

"If I'm alive after a solid 10 years of on and off dating the man, and he cooked twice a week, I'm sure you would be fine."

The girls laughed and headed down the stairs. I quickly picked out a simple black dress that hugged my curves. Just as I was putting it on, Frank walked into the room.

"Wow," he smiled, "I'm so glad you are already pregnant."

"Oh?" I laughed, "and why is that?"

"Because later tonight, well if you weren't...you would be."

"Get your fine ass dressed so we can go to work."

"I told Julie I'd teach her how to ride her bike," he replied, "Tell Annalise I had an appointment? That way me and Eve can teach her?

I nodded, "Just this once...and only because you never get to spend time with Julie."

He smiled and pulled me to his chest, I want this to work Chey, I really do. I want us to work...we belong together, and you know it."

"Lets just focus on getting through until Halloween. Then you can dress our baby up as a gangster for trick or treat."

"You only have five hours to get that dead woman's testimony out." Annalise said heading out of the house. I knew she was headed to see Nate. Everything was quiet. We scoured through records. It wasn't until the second pot of coffee that I noticed Laurel and Frank had disappeared.

Bonnie noticed too. We both went into the kitchen, and from there I could hear Laurel moaning. I felt my eyes watering, "I knew it was too good to be true."

"Cheyanne?"

"No, it's okay. I should have expected nothing from him. Nothing but hurt and pain. As usual." I said to Bonnie. She tried to console me and rubbed my back.

When mom came back we went to the hearing to see whether the evidence would be allowed. They'd found dash cam footage proving that their aunt was a racist. Mom was angry because it didn't work. Instead the judge allowed the testimony for her to be put in the trial.

"Wes, come in to my office please?" Mom said. I watched as she pulled Wes into the office to talk about Nate. He didn't reveal anything though. Instead he lied and pretended nothing was going on.

That's when I followed the kids. Wes arrived first and hooked up with Levi. Conner, Michaela, and Laurel followed him. Frank and I sat in my car watching as the cops busted Levi with the drugs I planted in his trunk.

"Wes took the bait." I said after I sipped on my coffee.

"I know." he said pointing to him. He stood with the others, holding up the key.

"It's so cute how your little girlfriend thinks you wouldn't kill someone…" I laughed. My car followed Conner's as they made their way to the storage locker. I parked far enough away that they wouldn't notice.

"She's not my girlfriend."

"You fucking her this afternoon after you said you loved me would say otherwise," I laughed, "I'm not mad Frank. I just wish the lies would stop. Listen, I don't care what happens with us at this point. I'll always love you...but I'm just letting you come back into Julie's life...if you fuck that up, your girlfriend will be following conspiracy theories about where your body went next.”

Chapter 13

#how to get away with murder #keating 5 #sam keating #annalise keating #connor walsh #asher millstone #wes gibbins #michaela pratt #laurel castillo #frank delfino

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doomed-syko · 2 years

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Bro the shirtless pic of rob 🤩😫

sexy sexy boy but wtf is that stomach tattoo

#ALSO SAM!!!#we got the whole band and sam 🫶🏻🫶🏻#charlotte answers #robert keating #inhaler asks

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odessa-2 · 4 months

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Titbits and analysis 🖖

As promised, some more titbits from the Con yesterday in Melbourne as well as my interpretations. Prior to attending yesterday, I told myself to keep an open mind and attempt to leave any biases behind (even after having seen the funeral pics). Clean slate. To try and view Sam, the event, questions, and subsequent behaviours objectively.

I'm the sort of person who feels energy and is affected by it and in some ways governed by it. The energy of people, both individually and collectively. The energy of a group. I tend to couple this with objective analysis, which forms the basis of my conclusions about people and situations.

I applied this method yesterday in attempting to understand and view Sam, the OL money 💰 machine and everything else. I also just wanted to go there and bask in the audience and enjoy myself....and....I did like it Jamie.

So first thing I noticed off the cuff was how experienced Sam was in handling questions, and the women, and tailoring his behaviour to suit their desires. He was charming, charismatic, approachable, a skilled professional. I saw the veneer. I felt the veneer. I also saw and felt that he is a pretty decent bloke under that veneer. A man with a solid work ethic, who is mild mannered and working with purpose in his life.

I observed that his handler or Convention agent or whatever he is, Steve, was in full control. He managed Sam's performance in a sense. He asked the questions and even set the directions for some answers. Sam is controlled. I didn't like Steve. I didn't get the best vibe off him. Infact, I got a bad vibe off him. I observed that everything was a performance. Scripted to a large degree. The Single Sam narrative was pushed by Steve. Hard. It was a performance. That much was clear to me.

So Sam chose to mention that he was in Austria skiing 2 weeks ago....blah blah...something about singing a Ronan Keating song. So the script tells everyone nice and early that he is NOT with Caitriona ✅️

Later on in the panel, he mentioned that he "was at the theatre in London the week earlier" watching a play. Huh? Getting his timeline confused? Interesting titbit, I thought. Who would he go to the theatre with whilst in London? Who else likes to go to the theatre? Who have we seen him go to the theatre with before? Ding ding ding!!

One of the first things he spoke about (umprompted) and imo was part of his speaking program, was that Caitriona is back home in Scotland doing prep work and will be directing this season. He said that he spoke to her recently and that she is cold and miserable back home. No one seemed to give a shit. The women were there for their Jamie. Sam read the crowd. He understood.

Sam tried to bring Cait into the conversation again saying something like "Where's Claire?....Caitriona isn't here". Again crickets from the audience.

He said that he auditioned with a lot of Claire's, but they couldn't find the right fit and that nobody was as brilliant as Caitriona.

It sounded like he genuinely missed her.

He spoke of his audition with Cait, saying they were very physical and were almost wrestling each other. He said he was sweating all over her and that his sweat was on her. The crowd still only wanted to hear about their Jamie. I think Sam relished in being cheeky in saying that she wore his sweat that day.

Someone asked about "how do you kiss and make out with a costar and then just carry-on. Isn't it awkward"? Sam responded generally initially, saying that there's lots of checking in with the person and apologising afterwards (in a joking fashion). Then that prompted him to start talking about Cait saying that he has also "snotted" all over Cait and exchanged many body fluids with her (in an acting context presumably)and that there's nothing really left to do together that they haven't already done. I was like "whoooaa wtf Sam?". Shooketh that he said that really. The silence from the crowd was palpable. They really didn't want to hear about Cait and Sam and their shared bodily fluids whilst 'acting'. He is THEIR fantasy man. Not Caitriona's. Silence from the audience. Sam already knew that the crowd were Sam onlies but he loved telling this story. Relished in it imo. He loved the double entendre. It was an unrehearsed, unscripted conversation as it resulted from an audience question. I concluded it was an act of defiance on his behalf. That's what it felt like to me.

Steve the convention agent guy, was always bringing it back to Single Sam. "I worry how are you going to get a date" said Steve. With Sam understanding the prompt ...."I worry too" says Sam. Bachelor narrative secured ✅️

Steve spruked the Bachelor narrative again to Sam's thirsty and adoring fans....."Sam you remind me of that old show where everyone has to guess which bachelor is going to come out of the mystery door". And that's when I knew with 100 percent certainty that the bachelor talk was a ruse. It was so contrived and performative. I smiled to myself. The women in the crowd were eating it up.

Another thing that stood out to me was when Sam was searching for the right terminology when talking about Cait. "My......co star" huge pause.

"I love you Claire" is the line he randomly chose to say when explaining his acting.

When asked how he has time to foster friendships and spend time with his family he talked around it. Avoided the question and kept it about his friendships saying that they are strong friendships that endure. He diverged and started talking about how he still has his core friendships that he had when he was bunking and sharing an apartment/house with them in London when he was younger. The veneer was up. Inpenetrable.

At another point in the panel Sam asked "How many Sheila's are there here"? LOL. I found that amusing.

Now this next part captured my attention the most. It had a weird feeling (energy) around it . Sam gave off a weird energy. Almost hostile. Again that's just what I felt.

Someome from the audience named Toni with an "I" was selected to ask a question. I can't remember what the question was but Sam made a really big deal about her being named Toni. "There's always a Tony have you noticed"? Why is there always a Tony"? He said. He didn't want to drop it. He placed a little too much emphasis on it. I was laughing silently but Sam's double entendre didn't go unnoticed by me. Everyone else was clueless or at least that's how it appeared to me. Was that an Easter egg dropped by Sammy?

Asked about what does he do for self care, he seemed to struggle answering that too. He talked in circles about his way points hike and how he's learning how to live in the moment. There's that wall again.

There were many other things discussed of course but I thought I'd focus on the things that shed light on his situation and that resonated with me.

So my closing Analysis? Sam is controlled. He peforms. He caters. He's intelligent and in tune with people and aims to please but is private. Sunday just reaffirmed and solidified my beliefs. Caitriona snatched up that hard working gem of a man quick smart!

#hublander #odessa-2 #melbourne #sam heughan

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totallyarabella · 2 years

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Do not interrupt me when I am living through my fake scenario involving my indie musician crush of the day🫶🏻

#indie music #indie rock #indie pop #music #inhaler dublin #inhaler #elijah hewson #robert keating #josh jenkinson #ryan mcmahon #declan mckenna #arctic monkeys #alex turner #it wont always be like this #am #sam fender

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sleepy-gee · 26 days

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cutesy dps headcanons because why not

neil used to pretend that he didn't know how to tie his tie to get todd to do it for him. he found it odd but did it without complaint

when neil finally does start to tie his own ties, todd turns into a proud mother and smiles like silly

charlie has specialized nicknames for all of the poets + gets offended when anyone else uses them (think dean with other people calling sam 'sammy')

cameron is the jacket king. he has 50 million tucked away in his closet. always brings extras on cold nights for the other poets

meeks' favorite class is choir, my man loves to sing!! he often gets caught by the others humming or singing to himself

pitts is the kind of guy to get offended when someone 'ruins' a book, whether that be annotating or dog earing the corner of their pages. he carries bookmarks for this very reason

meeks is the complete opposite. he has no problem with annotating his book/dog earing the pages

they fight over that all the time

todd can play guitar at a pretty decent level

he plays and meeks sings :]

mr. keating makes his students hot chocolate on cold days/rough days (like the day before a test or during finals week)

knox is extremely ticklish

cameron and todd snort when they laugh

cameron doesn't care while todd is absolutely mortified by it

neil is unfortunately tone deaf. doesn't stop him from loving music tho

pitts and charlie are the kings of dad jokes. they can go back and forth for hours, to the annoyance of the poets.

#dead poets society #dps #dead poets society fandom #dps fandom #dead poets society headcanons #dps headcanons #dps boys #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #steven meeks #richard cameron

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neil-gaiman · 2 years

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Neil I need poetry recommendations!

There is an old man at work who has decided he wants to have a poetry reciting contest with me.

It's nice that for once someone thinks I'm smart and it also makes me want to throw up but I agreed to it immediately because I am a go-getter.

So if you have a minute I would greatly appreciate a few suggestions that would impress a poetry fan.

P.S. I haven't smoked at all since I asked you to tell me it was gross a year ago.

(Well done on the smoking)

These are all things it's fun to recite and easy to learn.

1) Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll.

2) Robert W Service - the Cremation of Sam McGee

3) the love song of J Alfred Prufrock - T. S. Eliot (skip the opening Italian bit)

4) Keats, La Belle Dame Sans Merci

5) Tennyson, The Lady of Shallot

6) Masefield, Cargoes

7) personally I love the poetry of John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester, but it's mostly NSFW.

8) WE Henley Invictus or Madame Life's A Piece in Bloom.

9) Yeats Song of the wandering Aengus

That's a few to be going on with.

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