I Just Want to Make Love to You
Etta James
At Last! (Remastered)
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micdel:

I Just Want To Make Love To You - Etta James







Olivier awards tonight!

aarontveitldn:

No, it’s just Di told me a lot about you.

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Di, Oh so you’re the Aaron that is taking my girl away from me.

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94 | 150 pictures of Carey Mulligan

tagged as: kristen wiig;  Never Let Me Queue;  me;  



Let Me Make It Up To You || Tom & Carey

twhiddleston-ldn:

Finishing up the chapter he had been reading, Tom folded the corner of Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby and placed it on his coffee table while looking up at the clock that hung above his television in his cluttered living room. Ironically, he was anticipating a quiet day with Daisy Buchanan herself. He knew he was going to get a good telling off the moment they meet up for being such a useless friend for almost a year. It was no secret Tom felt incredibly guilty for neglecting his friendships, he wished he could turn back time and handle the whole situation in a better fashion. So, he was on a mission to make it up to everyone, starting with his closest and dearest. Ensuring his attire was suitable for a picnic in the park, Tom ran his hands through his hair, trying to get the curls to settle before straightening out his tailored navy trousers and tucking in his white shirt. 

Feeling the excitement of finally seeing Carey after so long, Tom left his apartment and made his way down to the car park, towards his Jaguar.Climbing in he received her text, smiling the moment he saw her name pop up. “Hello darling, don’t worry, I’m going to blow you away with my selection. I’m expecting high standards with the food! See you in a few xx." Throwing his phone onto the passenger seat, Tom started up his car, revving the engine a little, the sound like music to his ears. Exiting the car park, Tom made a quick stop at Berry Brothers & Rudd, his favourite shop to pick up his special delivery. Carefully placing the heavy basket into the car, Tom quickly glanced at his watch, frowning at the time. This was one of those occasions Tom knew he shouldn’t be late to, he was already in enough trouble with Carey as it is. With The Script on in the background, he tapped his fingers to the beat of Breakeven, and turned the corner to Hyde Park.

Parking his beloved car, Tom grabbed the basket and made his way to the park, keeping his eyes peeled in case he’d spot her. Chuckling at her text, he looked up to find Carey’s back facing him, exactly at the location she had told him. Quietly making his way towards her, he gently placed the basket on the grass and crept behind her. Suddenly placed both hands around her eyes, his leant in and whispered in her ear, “Kneel!” Unable to keep his voice serious, he tried to hold back his urge to laugh. 

  The hairs on the back of her neck came on alert and she couldn’t help the little jump she did because of Tom’s oh so lovely way of deciding to greet her.  Carey turned around to face him with a look of annoyance on her face knowing how much he loved to prank her all time, trying to hit him lightly on the shoulder but due to her petite frame only ended up on his lower arm.  ”That was definitely not funny Thomas, you scared the hell out of me and you are lucky that I’m in a good mood or my choice of language right now would be very colourful.” She looked up at him not liking the look on his face that he still found all this hilarious.  ”I’m going to be nice and forgiving if you don’t misbehave like that again.  God I sound like your mother there.”  Shaking her head lightly and letting out a laugh in disbelief. "Ugh come here there." With out stretched arms she moved closer to him to give him a warm hug despite how much he annoyed her sometimes. Carey was extremely grateful to have him as a part of her life.  

Carey was greatly looking forward to how their day was going to pan out and what they were going to talk about.  She glanced down at their baskets judging that there was a lot of food combined which was going to be a challenge to get through all that food but a smirk graced her face at the thought of maybe challenging Tom to something.  The spot that she had picked was perfect for the day with a the sunlight streaming down through the peeks of the trees striking the perfect balance with sun and shade. Getting out the colourful blanket she tried to spread it on the ground as neat as she could and laid down gently on the blanket catching the rays of the sunshine.  ”Join me long legs, you’re blocking my tan.”  Carey let out a light laugh turning her head to look up at him again.   

tagged as: Let Me Make It Up To You;  P:Tom;  para;  



Text || Carey

Rob: I've been too busy looking after the fucking kids, haven't I? Anyway, you name a bar, I'll provide the money. R x
Carey: With that choice of language they better be little angels for mummy now. Surprise me, I want to see your choices. C x



Text | Carey

Tom: That would not surprise me at all, I can picture you polishing it everyday. I bet you've even spoken to it a few times. I wasn't in the partying mood, it was all quite overwhelming.
Carey: Pfft who needs men when I have these babies now. I'm so proud of you and who knows maybe I shed a tear for you.



Text || Carey

Rob: Right, so when you're not drinking, you're winning awards and not telling me? Worst Mrs ever! I'll buy you a drink as celebration, though. R x
Carey: Hmm maybe my Mr should be paying attention to my career more. I can't turn down a free drink and as long as you promise to pay for the whole night, my drinking habit is very expensive. C x
tagged as: T:Rob;  



tagged as: Never Let Me Queue;  me;  



Text | Carey

Tom: Thank you, Mulligan, it hasn't really dawned on me yet. I bet you're staring at your award this very moment. Ha, I wish that was the case, but I left early
Carey: Yeah I can't seem to pick which side of my BAFTA to place it on, haha I'm kidding about that. Any reason why you ditched the after pertying so early.
tagged as: t:tom;  



Text | Carey

Tom: Congratulations on the well deserved award last night, Car! Sorry I couldn’t catch you before I left x
Carey: Thank you very much and congratulations on your award best actor. I understand that you were probably very busy with everyone wanting a piece of you.



Olivier awards tonight!

aarontveitldn:

So you’re Carey. Nice to meet you too.

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Yes I am, why has someone said something mean about me?

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tagged as: C:Aaron;  



I think retail therapy describes today

nataliedormerlondon:

I know, thankfully I get a pay cheque on Friday so I know where some of that money is going! I just need to find a reason to wear them first. I think that we need to go out and we need to go shopping and then we’ll be bad influences on each other and spend a lot of money. I think that sounds like a good plan personally.

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Payday has always been my favourite day of the month and I am heavily looking forward to it if there is a planned shopping day to reward ourselves.  Ooh I was taught to not give into peer pressure but this is a good opportunity to have fun and maybe we can get some cocktails afterwards to finish the day off.  That sounds like a great one to me. 

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tagged as: c:natalie;  



Looks like I’ve landed a new role.

tommisonldn:

Naked as the day I was born, fortunately not my first time. 

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Well it’s nothing I haven’t seen before but I will be there to show support for you.

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tagged as: C:TomM;  



Looks like I’ve landed a new role.

tommisonldn:

I’m lucky I’m back into shape, I’m appearing nude for theater apparently. 

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Like nude nude or we’re going to cover you up a little?

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tagged as: C:TomM;  

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