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andrrgarfield:

Used to know? You’re hurting my feelings, Carey. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I had no idea you were in London. How long have you been here?
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Awh you can mend your hurt feelings later with some alcohol. It really has I feel like I haven’t seen you in so long. I’m been back home for about nine months. Ha I could have had a baby by now and you wouldn’t know. 

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andrrgarfield:

That should be the last box to unpack. My apartment is finally starting to look like a place someone can actually live.

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Surprising someone in London because you look like someone I used to know very well. 

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tastesliketinfoil:

Happy 2nd Anniversary you beautiful people!




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He just left me, no note nothing…

keirainlovelylondonrp:

But-but I love him

 I know you do very much and that is why I am restraining myself not to call him and threaten him.  He clearly doesn’t deserve if you if he just leaves like this.

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He just left me, no note nothing…

keirainlovelylondonrp:

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Honey, that’s terrible but I am here for you and he doesn’t matter. 

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constanthypnagogia:

i can see the green light; i can see it in your e y e s - - 




lonelyddoctor:

55/365 movies: NEVER LET ME GO

« You have to know who you are, and what you are. It’s the only way to lead decent lives. »

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Expensive Tastes || Rob & Carey

bitcheslovesheehan:

Expensive tastes. Carey’s words played on in his mind as he headed to the bar she had recommended, the credit card he’d only recently applied for burning a hole in his pocket. He’d never needed a credit card in his life – his parents had brought him up to look after his money and not to turn to such measures and, once he had reached twenty-one, he’d been making his own money; enough that he never had to so much as look at loan or credit companies. Now, he was relying on such movies – living on a hope and a prayer that his new sitcom would do well and that the royalties from repeats of Misfits or sales of the first two Mortal movies would tide him over to the next big job. And all thanks to his fucking father. The policeman. The one who was supposed to know better…

Now was hardly the time for bitter thoughts, though, and he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets as he wove through the people celebrating the spring evening. It wasn’t a bar he’d frequented before – if truth be told, even when he was flush, he prefered slightly more understated bars but if this was where Carey wanted to celebrate her award win, who was he to argue? The friendship had been an unlikely one – a stupid Valentine’s Day blind date had left them amicable, often verbally sparring about their fictional marriage and children as though they were actually real. In fact, his joking around with Carey had been one of the few things to put a smile on his face in recent weeks and he was glad when she’d agreed to actually come out with him, even if it did mean blowing his credit limit.

As he slipped between the doors, the Irishman searched for Carey, his brow furrowing when he couldn’t see her. Taking a spot just by the bar, he sent her a text, letting her know he was already waiting and, adding as a joke, that since the baby sitter was by the hour, she had better hurry up. Leaning back against the bar, he shoved his phone into his pocket and ordered himself a beer while he waited. 

 Carey was still in a the party mood after all the after parties that she had attended the previous night but despite all the greatness of the night it wasn’t quite the top because she didn’t have anyone she actually knew well there to celebrate with her. The memories from the night were simply blurred faces of strangers that she wouldn’t recognise or remember again in her life even  if they ever met again. The fake but generous congratulatory messages was all enough that she just wanted to be around people that she actually liked.The texts from Rob brought a smile to her face that her friend was reaching out to her and she loved hanging out with him and being around him with his quick quips that never failed to make her laugh whenever she was around him.   Their friendship was the oddest thing in her life and she loved that about it. Their imaginary family with the disastrous life they had constructed always had her laughing at the humour and ridiculousness of it all but it was a source of groundness and brought fun to an otherwise busy and crazy life. 

Her phone vibrated just as she walked in the bar that was a frequent spot for Carey and her friends when she bothered to escape the life of a hermit. Checking her phone to read the text she couldn’t help but laugh as she looked around the bar to spot that curly hair mess.  The petite lady walked over to him  with quick steps knowing how late she was to meet him already.  “I hope you’re not sat here planning the ways you can cheat on me without finding out.”  She laughed lightly as her hand came to rest on his shoulder giving him a smile then leaning to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “It’s good to see you again Rob.”  Taking the seat next to him and signalling to the bartender for a margarita.    




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An unconventional date II Carey and Harry

harry-lloyd-of-london:

Harry had been busy, working and joining as a new cast member of Downton Abbey and being a father. Despite hiring a nanny and having his brother babysit at time he found it exhausting to be a single father, never mind one with horrible work hours. He felt as if he needed a break, eight to ten hours away from Rhys whilst he was home with the a nanny did not seem fair, on either father an son. Rhys had adjusted perfectly and had made no more than a little fuss the first few days but Harry, being a father home for half oh his life so far had grown accustomed to him, missed him terribly while he was away. He was only thankful now for the days off that he was able to spend time at home with him, busying be a father but enjoying the feeling more than work. Something of a surprise he found himself admitting.

The only trouble was he had things to take care of around the household, without an eye to keep on his son. He considered calling his brother but though otherwise, he considered his mother and sister but the were just as busy, his mind was shot until he remembered a friend he’d made and an offer she had made, he had thought about her asking her over and perhaps joining her for drinks again, under theses conditions he was quite nervous to have her by, he hadn’t quite introduced his son to any of his lady friends but despite his nerves about he situation he pushed the thought aside, Rhys could adjust he was a brilliant boy after-all. 

He sucked up the courage and rung her mobile, keeping a mindful eye on his son as he played on the rug. “Hello Carey, I hope I’m not giving you a bother. I’m desperate and I remember a certain offer you had for me. I’m alone with Rhys at home with my hands full, if the offer stands I’d love it very much if you could come by. I’ll owe you back in drinks and dinner…?”  

A lazy day was in order for Carey after all the excitement that she had experienced after her win at the Olivier Awards. For some reason her mind was still in the surreal daze that she couldn’t quite believe that she was the recipient of the award that was now resting on her shelf with her other awards. Her love for theatre was what made the recognition even more important to her. The night celebrating with friends meant she was choosing to just relax and be Carey. With a glass of red wine and reading One Day, she cuddled up in her favourite chair to read the book.

Her attention was brought to her phone when the ringing alerted her she checked the caller ID and saw that it was Harry.  Carey was excited to receive the call from Harry since she hadn’t seen him in a while but she very much enjoyed being in his company.  Answering the phone and hearing his voice and the message she couldn’t help the smile that graced her face. "Hey Harry, it’s absolutely fine since I was just having a lazy day so I’ll be more than happy to help you out.  I’ve wanted to meet Rhys for a long time so I can’t wait to meet the mini Lloyd.  Dinner and a drink sounds perfect to me.”  She told him and stayed on the phone with him for a while just having a chat then they said their goodbyes so that she could get ready to go over.    

 Getting ready in some casual clothes practical for the day with the little one. Carey had always loved being around children even if she didn’t have any of her own but they made her happy and see their little faces smiling and being happy always warmed her up but she imagined that they were a lot of work from what she had witnessed around Keira and Briar.  Leaving for the cab outside to go over to his house in a neighborhood unfamiliar to her they drove down the lanes with her mind deep in thought.  They arrived in a shorter time than she expected so she had arrived earlier than she had told him, saying her thanks to the driver, she made her way over to the address he had given her. With a smile she knocked gently on the door and stood back waiting for Harry to let her in.  


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