* KISSED BY THE STARS !

Philip Froissant as Emperor Franz Joseph The Wedding, The Empress

FILM & TV YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW: Day 1 – favorite @pscentral members' choice – event 33: underrated tv & film

the colour drains from molly's face at the wording and then years of regret hits all at once. it's a seismic event happening in her mind, she almost drops her beer bottle as she stares at annie. she doesn't say anything at first, just stares for a moment before she chokes out a response. "or maybe a timeline where i'd ever known that was a possibility." her voice is husky and she clears her throat a moment later, shifting her chair back abruptly. "i've gotta go to the bathroom." she flees, really, but she uses the flimsy excuse to cover herself as she goes.

"oh, uh, of course, sounds good — " but molly's already gone, headed towards the bathroom like they either really need to go, or annie just pushed them too far. she frowns at the now empty glass in front of her, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. nice going, annie, she thinks, mentally chastising herself. you just never know when to quit, do you? she wallows in self-pity for approximately five minutes, then seven, and that's when she starts to worry a little. once ten minutes pass (according to her phone), she makes the reckless decision to walk over to the bathroom, her cheek pressed against the door as she calls out, "molly? you okay?" pauses before adding, "i'm sorry if i... i mean, if that was too much, i wasn't trying to..." voice trails off, because truthfully? she isn't entirely sure what she was hoping would happen.

Quella età maliziosa (1975)

Seinfeld – 9.17: The Bookstore

“   if   i   was   just   a   rebound   then   tell   me   .   ”

“… i’d say it’s a little more complicated than that.”

"then i would love to know more," she says certainly, green eyes unwavering. "where is your husband right now?"

" ---- he's on a business trip. meeting with executives in sweden, if you must know." which proves her point. he isn't here, supporting ingrid, tending to her needs. "why, do you want his number or something?"

"no, yeah! that sounds....... stressful." his lips stretch into a good-natured grin as he turns the glass in his hand. "do you do anything for fun?"

"yeah, well..." doesn't exactly have a defense for that, so she lets the sentence die with a shrug. "writing is fun for me." not the question he asked, though. "i mean, i don't know. i like trashy reality tv? does that count?"

"is that pep talk for me or for you? because only one of us here is prone to causing a scene."

"can't it be for both?" it's hard not to roll his eyes, so he doesn't bother trying to hold the gesture back. "you're kidding me, right? i've been nothing but civil. you're the one constantly making this an issue."

"who else would you have been talking about? no offence, but i've been around you enough to be pretty certain you don't have much else going on."

"someone you wouldn't even know, i'd imagine." frown is deep as he crosses arms over his chest and gives her a scoff. "if you're implying you know anything about me, you'd be severely wrong."