☼ i only see daylight ☼

there is a smile curling on dasom's lips as she looked at him. " oh me too, trust, just never heard anyone really spiral about that before. " she can't help but to laugh, head shaking as she shifted slightly to grab her water bottle and take a sip. " well, we can always go buy you a new one. i love to shop and i'll be damned if we go to the restaurant with your shirt like that. "

nash nodded his head at the comment. he was very much the type of person who could rant about anything and everything if given the opportunity to do so. spiraling, he was able to at least control when he was with his son. because, of course, wyatt took after him in that regard. “well, glad to be of service… i think?” he laughed at the end of his sentence, questioning if it was a good or bad thing. he didn't know. “i mean…it's not that bad is it?” he looked down at his shirt and then back up at dasom with a shrug of his shoulders. it was clearly already forming a stain, so it was definitely bad. “okay, fine. you're not wrong, i guess.”

she   could   sometimes   be   too   trusting   of   others,   and   it   had   led   brooklyn   to   being   burned   in   the   past.   she   was   open   and   honest   with   most   that   she   met,   but   had   been   warned   not   to   do   that   in   a   place   like   this.   the   girl   before   her   didn’t   seem   dangerous   though,   and   genuinely   brooklyn   was   just   happy   to   keep   her   mind   off   everything   going   on.   she   was   fine   having   a   genuine   conversation   with   a   kindhearted   person   -   at   least,   on   the   surface   it   seemed   exactly   like   that.   she   hoped   this   time   it   didn’t   end   up   getting   her   in   trouble   like   it   usually   did.   her   smile   was   bright   as   she   listened   to   the   female   talk   about   her   son   and   horses   though.   “that   sounds   amazing!”   she   had   never   been   able   to   ride   horses   growing   up,   mostly   due   to   living   in   the   city.   “is   your   son   liking   it   here   then?   i   guess   you   can   find   positives   everywhere   you   go,   if   you   look   hard   enough.”   recently   she’d   been   more   focused   on   the   negatives,   but   it   wasn’t   all   hopeless.   

delaney wondered what happened to bring her to this town. it was a lot to take in, but after feeling so cooped up for the last few years, this place was a breath of air. even if it was a totally different kind of air. and she was still uncertain and didn't trust the place. it was hard to trust anything that she knew about it all. “it is pretty amazing.” delaney replied with a smile. she had always loved being able to ride, or just be around horses. she'd just been able to be around them so little in the last few years that this was really making her happy once again. even if this place was making her hair stand up and keeping her on her guard, she was at least trying to find some positives. “have you ever ridden?” she asked. delaney knew not many people did, but she often asked because otherwise she didn't know what would be too much to say or not enough to say about the things she might be commenting on about her own life and what she did. and, besides, this was a good way to keep her mind off of everything for now. just being able to sit down and have a conversation with someone who didn't know her really but was going through the same thing she was and was trying to deal with it all too. “i think so? it's hard to tell with a year old. but they're pretty vocal when they don't like something.” delaney laughed. her son could definitely babble her ears off if he wanted to. but it was at least good babbling so far. “i don't think he's been able to really tell the difference that much, other than this place is more open. we'd been in a city previously, so this is far more open than that.”

TOP 50 DEGRASSI CHARACTERS (as voted by our followers) #31. GRACE CARDINAL (SEASONS 13-NC S4)

she   never   thought   she   was   going   to   miss   tree   hill   as   much   as   she   currently   did.   alex   had   found   a   home   back   in   tree   hill,   met   some   people   she   truly   wound   up   caring   for.   she   had   chase   in   terret's   cove,   which   she   was   grateful   for,   but   she   still   missed   the   other   people   she   cared   for.   she   imagined   it   wasn't   very   difficult   to   get   lost   in   thought,   especially   in   a   place   like   this.   her   own   thoughts   often   went   back   to   north   carolina,   too.   she   just   didn't   understand   how   any   of   them   wound   up   in   a   place   like   this.   there   wasn't   any   logic   to   it   as   far   as   alex   was   concerned.   if   she   thought   about   it   too   much,   it   would   only   make   things   more   confusing.   alex   felt   bad   for   chase,   she   imagined   it   was   quite   embarrassing   to   be   in   his   shoes   in   that   moment.   she   tried   to   avoid   saying   that   out   loud,   though.   instead,   she   figured   she'd   be   helpful   for   a   change   and   try   to   get   the   both   of   them   out   of   there.   “   well,   since   you're   okay   .   .   .   let's   get   you   up   onto   your   feet   then.   yeah   ?   ”   she   suggested,   offering   him   a   small   smile. 

chase had never thought he would be attached to tree hill. but he had grown to love the place over the years. and now he found himself missing it more than before. it was the fact that half the people he'd known from home just didn't know themselves – brooke and haley came to mind. chase didn't know what to do, he wasn't the one to organize everything. to figure out the issues at hand. and winding up here, in this place, in maine of all places. it was hard to think of what everyone would think of it if they could remember it all. it was something chase wanted to know. but he still couldn't talk to many people about it. “when the ground is just so comfortable?” chase joked, glancing around. he knew he should get up, but the worry of further embarrassment was hanging in the distance. he was always that guy, the one who he knew was going to end up doing something particularly dumb and embarrassing. it was just writting in the stars, wasn't it? chase somehow could have predicted it all. but he looked at alex and started to move a little bit, “i know you're right.” he hummed, shuffling as he started to get to his feet, attempting to balance as he moved. 

MAMMA MIA! HERE WE GO AGAIN [2018]

bella   wasn't   a   great   listener,   but   she   tried   her   best.   sometimes,   her   mind   just   liked   to   detach   itself   from   reality   and   she   never   fully   understood   why   that   was   the   case.   she   shoved   those   thoughts   out   of   her   head,   though,   focusing   on   esme   once   again   as   best   as   she   could.   “   i   understand,   ”   bella   sympathized,   nodding.   the   newcomers,   the   shift   in   terret's   cove   .   .   .   it   was   bound   to   cause   feelings   of   unease.   bella   had   experienced   some   herself.   she   just   didn't   know   how   to   properly   explain   it.   instead,   she'd   rather   listen   to   esme.   the   woman   was   much   more   insightful   than   she   was.   bella   was   certain   she   could   vocalize   it   much   better.   “   it   makes   sense,   yeah,   ”   bella   assured   her,   nodding.   “   all   these   people   coming   here   .   .   .   there's   definitely   something   changing.   i   just   wish   we   knew   what   it   was.   ”

esme knew that she was her own worst enemy when it came to worrying about everything. but it was hard to think about anything that was going on in the town and how she would make her business work when she knew that things were changing, she could feel it all happening. esme just didn't know what to do with it all personally because she knew that it was going to be something that was going to be. “we'll figure it out.” esme commented with a slight shrug of her shoulders. she was certain of it. she knew she would be able to figure it out. that they would be able to understand what was going on in this town. “a mystery can only be a mystery for so long, right?” esme's words were slightly joking in her tone. but it was true. she didn't think that it could be a mystery forever. it was at least something that they could work on to figure out if they wanted to. "it's a bit of a change, but we can adapt to it too."

XO, Kitty (2023–) 2.05: So maybe for Dae’s sake, you should think twice before doing things like… that. 2.08: Maybe it's not our time. Not yet. Or maybe...

PSYCH 2.09 | Bounty Hunters!

dorinda was early. a first time for everything it seemed. she wrapped up her earlier errands faster than anticipated thus her arrival approximately twenty minutes early to the room she had rented to work on her dance. when dorinda had caught sight of another person there, she had idly hovered but the amazing melody pulled her in. she had went from lingering near the doorway to half way through the threshold, banging her dance bag into the door as she did. cheeks flushed with embarrassment, nodding quickly. " yes, it is! i'm just early and your music -- i had to come see who was making it. it's wonderful! "

galleria was the kind of person who, once she got wrapped up in her music, she would need to be pulled from it. it was hard to do that, unless she was done with the song. or distracted by something else. galleria could simply be lost in a tune for an unknown amount of time. turning around on the piano's seat to look at the other fully, she gave a small smile, “it's okay. i just wasn't expecting an audience.” galleria answered. not that she minded. she wasn't really making music for anyone specific right now, not even for a competition or for a stage or anything. just for herself. “you liked it? thank you. i've been trying some new styles lately.” she was almost always experimenting with the sound she was working with. whatever she felt tuned into that week, she would work on a new style of music to go with that, but it hadn't always worked in the past.

on   her   days   off,   she   still   liked   to   take   a   little   time   for   herself.   it   allowed   roger   the   space   to   work   on   his   jingles   alone   and   interrupted   while   giving   her   some   peace   and   quiet   of   her   own.   their   system   worked   well   for   the   both   of   them   in   her   mind.   the   highlight   of   her   day   after   leaving   the   house,   was   always   being   able   to   go   home   and   see   her   husband   and   their   beloved   pets.   she   was   happy   with   her   life,   and   there   wasn't   a   thing   she'd   change   about   it.   “   well,   i   missed   all   of   you   guys,   too.   ”   she   wasn't   sure   if   pongo   and   perdita   fully   understood   what   her   and   roger   were   saying,   but   anita   liked   to   think   that   they   did.   “   how   are   the   jingles   going   ?   ”   she   asked,   curious.   she   always   made   it   a   point   to   show   interest   in   her   husband's   work,   she   wanted   to   be   as   supportive   as   she   could.   “   i   can't   complain,   really.   so   far   .   .   .   it's   pretty   great.   ”

while roger didn't have a set job and his hours were pretty flexible, he was always working in one way or another. whether it was on the jingles that made them some money or it was music that he didn't think would ever see the light of day, roger was always playing around with some sort of tune. the music spoke to him. though a lot of the times his main audience were the dogs at his side, or his wife. and they were a bit biased when it came to answers. especially the dogs, they tended to like anything if asked the right way. “i told them to try to wait longer, but they just couldn't be talked down.” roger joked. he could tell pongo's head turned toward him, and roger looked down at the dogs. it was hard to know if the dogs truly understood the words that he said. or maybe it was just the tone that they were picking up on. still, he liked to think that their dogs were able to understand them completely. it was easier to think that way. “they're coming along nicely.” roger replied. though he was still stuck on a few tracks. he had some wiggle room with deadlines farther out. but he was very much a mood worker when it came to his music, and the creative needed to be able to flow. “well, that's good to hear.”

THE PRINCESS DIARIES (2001) dir. Garry Marshall

he   was   convinced   things   were   never   going   to   get   any   easier.    if   it   wasn't   demogorgons,   it   was   amnesia   and   the   never   ending   fear   that   something   wicked   was   on   its   way   to   terret's   cove.   things   were   deceptively   peaceful   as   far   as   mike   was   concerned.   the   town   was   unpredictable,   especially   given   its   ability   to   resurrect   the   dead.   that   wasn't   normal,   and   it   didn't   provide   mike   much   comfort.   there   were   so   many   things   that   could   go   wrong   with   that.   if   he   thought   about   it   too   much,   he'd   send   himself   into   a   state   of   complete   panic.   he   didn't   want   to   do   that.   “   i   don't   trust   this   place.   ”   he'd   probably   said   it   hundreds   of   times,   but   it   was   the   truth.   terret's   cove   was   suspicious.   “   i   don't   think   it'd   be   very   smart   to   ask   questions   anyways,   ”   he   deduced.   “   if   they   don't   remember,   they'll   think   we're   crazy.   if   they   do,   they're   probably   just   as   lost.   ”   mike   paused,   pursing   his   lips.   “   we   need   to   find   a   way   to   make   one   person   remember.   maybe   if   we   can   do   that   .   .   .   we   can   ask   them   questions   about   this   place.   ”   it   made   sense   in   his   head,   but   he   wasn't   quite   sure   how   to   test   it.   it'd   require   knowing   how   to   make   someone   remember   in   the   first   place.   of   course   nancy   was   taking   notes.   that   was   just   like   his   sister.   mike   dragged   his   hands   down   his   face,   frustration   evident   in   his   mannerisms.   “   we   need   to   find   answers.   i'm   worried   about   everyone.   my   friends   don't   know   who   they   are,   and   i   don't   know   where   el   is.   ”   of   course   he   worried   for   the   rest   of   the   wheeler   family,   but   he   couldn't   deny   that   some   people   were   a   little   higher   on   his   list   of   concerns   than   others. 

nancy wanted to get home, but there was a double edged sword of getting home. by returnring back to hawkins, they might be returning back to a possible end of the world. and she didn't know what was happening here, but at leas the world wasn't currently imploding so that was something to say about this place. either way, she was still worried about what might be happening in terret's cove. “okay, you want to try getting one person to remember?” nancy repeated, crossing her arms as she thought. she could see the thought behind the action. trying to work on one person would be a start, but still it didn't mean it would work. she was worried about it all. she was worried about everything if she were being honest. “do you have any suggestions as to who? because we could try max or lucas or hell…i hear chrissy cunningham is walking around town too. it might be a hard sell for any of them.” she didn't know how any of them would be with getting the news that they weren't from here, but it would be hard probably for someone who would eventually learn that they were dead back home. nancy couldn't imagine being the one to tell someone that. she didn't want to think about doing that. she hated the thought, honestly. but then again, she hoped she wouldn't have to be the one who would tell them. she could just be there for them. or something. the journalist in her wanted to poke around. but she didn't want to be the one to be looking into it and accidentally cause some sort of break. “i haven't seen el," nancy said softly, apologetically. and then she assured him, "but i've been looking for her and for robin, too.” she couldn't imagine being worried about someone like he was worried about el. she worried about people. the rest of their family, obviously. especially holly. but it was hard to say that she had worried about anyone as much as she had worried about barb and by the time she had found everything out it was too late. “i did run into dustin, though." she paused, before adding in, “and steve, obviously.” because it had felt obvious to her that she had seen steve since their arrival. maybe it wasn't to mike, but she didn't know.

brows furrow tightly together, gaze dropping down to the dog and back up to the woman across from him. " he wouldn't be fending for himself. i am very capable of taking care of a dog. " poe said with a sigh, arms folding across his chest. this was beginning to be strange. " am i alright? of course. are you? "

it was clear to rey that poe didn't know who she was. the part that was interesting to her was that rey had never thought that poe had already known that information until she'd met him face to face. then she'd found out that he had known her name already. “somehow i have my doubts.” she replied honestly. if poe didn't remember her, she worried what was going on. but rey was frankly always on edge. she didn't want to say anything to be too obvious that she knew something was off though. “i'm more worried about the dog than either of us.” she answered. it wasn't the whole truth. but she was rather worried about the dog, too.

Chimney helping Bobby prepare for Bathena's first date & Bobby officiating Maddie and Chimney's wedding

sophie   didn't   trust   terret's   cove.   she   wished   she   could,   but   she   was   not   foolish   enough   to   let   her   guard   slip   completely.   she   was   trying   to   form   connections,   but   she   was   always   looking   over   her   shoulder   everywhere   she   went.   she   was   convinced   that   at   some   point,   someone   from   that   lab   was   going   to   show   up   and   attempt   to   drag   her   back   to   hawkins.   she   could   understand   why   shiloh   might've   wanted   to   try   and   be   optimistic,   wanted   to   try   her   hand   at   a   normal   life,   but   that   wasn't   where   sophie's   head   was   at.   she   knew   she   had   to   be   on   high   alert.   self   preservation   was   crucial.   she   envied   the   people   who   walked   through   life   without   fears.   sophie   nodded   at   her   sisters   words,   swallowing   the   lump   that   formed   in   her   throat.   at   least   both   of   them   were   somewhat   on   their   toes.   “   glad   to   see   you're   still   being   careful,   ”   she   noted.   as   long   as   she   wasn't   careless,   she   was   doing   the   right   thing.   “   one   day   at   a   time,   ”   sophie   repeated.   she   would   have   to   keep   telling   herself   that   until   she   fully   committed   to   it.   it   wasn't   going   to   be   all   that   simple   for   her,   but   she   would   do   her   best.

shiloh cared about two things in this life. and they were both here in this town. of course, the town made no sense to her, and she was still trying to figure out what was going on. but the small fact that they were far away from hawkins and didn't seem to be anywhere near the lab in the first place was a beautiful start to everything. shiloh was always going to be worried about it all, but she didn't want to be living looking over her shoulder even if she knew that was for the best. her head was no longer spinning, but this town still had a lot of questions that she didn't have the answers to. “i can never not be careful.” shiloh replied, holding up her hands with gloves on them. she couldn't ever take them off. her powers were still too unstable. she knew she was strong, but she wasn't in control long enough for it to all work enough. she knew that wasn't what her sister meant in terms of careful versus not being careful. but still, shiloh was always on high alert for many things. “we just need to keep our eyes and ears on the lookout.” she knew it was hard to be looking constantly for problems, and shiloh didn't want to do that, but she knew it was important too.