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SCRAPBOOK 2012
LAYOUT
le creux de ma voix by milou_veronica
fall through your fingers in flakes by milou_veronica
MOVIES
1. going the distance ; A-
2. sherlock holmes 2 ; B
3. ides of march ; A+
4. margin call ; B+
5. space jam ; A++ always and forever
6. j.edgar ; C+
7. we need to talk about kevin ; A
8. young adult ; A-
9. girl with the dragon tattoo ; A-
10. midnight in paris ; B
11. the beginners ; A+
12. the descendants ; B
13. the vow ; B-
14. my week with marilyn ; B+
15. cracks ; B
16. shame ; A+
17. avengers ; B+
18. someone like you ; A
19. this means war ; B+
20. the hunger games ; B-
21. to rome with love ; B
22. dark knight rises ; A
23. the five year engagement ; B+
24. bachelorette ; A+
25. melancholia ; B
26. gossip ; A
TV
1. prime suspect ; S01
2. once upon a time ; S01
3. pan am ; S01
4. suburgatory ; S01
5. shameless ; S02
6. new girl ; S01
7. 2 broke girls ; S01
8. are you there, vodka? ; S01
9. kings ; S01
10. house of lies ; S01
11. don't trust the b in apt. 23 ; S01
12. the ricky gervais show ; S03
13. scandal ; S01
14. suits ; S02
15. political animals ; S01
16. the newsroom ; S01
17. rules of engagement ; S01-S05
18. daria ; S01
BOOKS
1. the history of love - nicole krauss
2. 1984 - george orwell
3. is everyone hanging out without me? - mindy kaling
4. the conde nast traveler book of unforgettable journeys - various
5. kafka on the shore - haruki murakami
6. an evening of long goodbyes - paul murray
7. the beach - alex garland
8. paris was ours - penelope rowlands
9. life is a trip - judie fein
10. barcelona, catalonia: a view from the inside - matthew tree
11. prague pictures: a portrait of the city - john banville
12. the tent - margaret atwood
13. the basque history of the world - mark kurlansky
14. paris my sweet - amy thomas
15. istanbul - orhan pamuk
16. the sorcerer's apprentices - lisa abend
17. crush - richard siken
18. the fault in our stars - john green
FIC
rpf. baby dream team. let's go back to the start.
Xavi says, "let me know if you need anything. Don't stress, just get fit. We need you for the long haul." As if Cesc's signing wasn't linked in the minds of everyone involved with preparing the succession for life after him.
Other people see obstacles; Xavi sees pathways. That's what makes him irreplaceable
rpf. adrien brody/léa seydoux. like light from a room.
He whispers, “let me make you breakfast in the morning” and he runs his fingers over the tips of her hair.
Léa laughs again, quiet and she sighs. “What would you make?”
“Crepes,” he murmurs, kissing her neck again. “Or scones with tea and champagne. Something very… French.”
rpf. kat dennings et all. a safety buzz.
"Didn't Ellen tell you to avoid Ben Foster situations, Katherine?"
Emma's use of her full name conjures up terrifying images of Kat finding herself decked out as Miss Havisham and playing great-aunt to Jesse Eisenberg dressed like Little Bo Peep while a zombie version of the Pepsi Girl devours her dusty wedding cake. It's not one of the greatest mental images to wake up to at dawn.
"Time zones, Emily Jean!" Kat groans. "Your righteous indignation couldn't wait a few more hours?"
rpf. stevie/xabi. filling up the space.
Stevie knows that Liverpool will never go down, and that if it does, it’s better to go down with it, because going down a Red is better than going up anything else. Xabi doesn’t seem to realize that, and so no matter how everything plays out between them, Stevie’s already won. He’s won. Stevie will never walk alone, but Xabi? What’s he got?
rpf. stevie/xabi. many happy regrets.
“This is how it should go: you love him, he loves you, there’s a game where Rafa rests him and Jamie and you get the armband and everyone cries because they love you so much, and then after the game you and Stevie try not to be obvious when we’re at the pub but then you ‘forget something at Melwood’ or some unbelievably shit excuse like that and you go and be all lovey-dovey and the rest of us make fun of you behind your back and then we win the league. THE END.” Pepe takes a breath.
rpf. baby dream team. hola bonita tienes msn.
"Anyway, Leo, you should get a Twitter," Cesc said at last. "I'll show you how to set it up if you want. It's fun. You can tweet people - it's like texting, except everybody can see it. I'll tweet you."
"I'd rather talk to your face," Leo said quietly. He was looking away, into the aisle, and jumped when Pique wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close.
gg. dan, blair, chuck. be so happy.
“Strawberry, Humphrey? Do I look like the kind of person to put fruit in my wedding cake?"
“Well, you’re stuck. Give it a try.”
“No.”
“Blair, I think I gave myself diabetes from all the sugar we ingested. The least you can do is give it a shot. You might be surprised to find you like something different.”
“Fine,” she says and shoves a forkful in her mouth. She chews and mostly looks disgusted, but can’t quite hide a smile of satisfaction as she swallows. “I can’t believe Sylvia even suggested this cake for me. It’s like she doesn’t know me at all.”
Dan nods, turns back to the chocolate and vanilla, and tries to help her choose.
He thinks about the way she smiled when she ate the strawberry cake. He wonders if she even knows herself.
rpf. robin van persie/jack wilshere (rvp/thomas vermaelen, rvp/bouchra van persie). when you turn around.
“I feel like you’re waiting for me to tell you to get a job or something,” Bouchra says. Her fingers trail over the back of Robin’s shoulders. “Whatever. You can do whatever you want, Robin.”
He shrugs. Still in his pyjamas. It’s Saturday and she’s already dressed to go out. The kids, too. He takes his feet off the coffee table. “I know.”
Her laugh is soft. “Really?” Slings her purse over her shoulder. “Well, we’re going out to lunch. You’re welcome to come with.” She waits a beat. Another and she’s gone.
Robin sighs and checks the Arsenal-Wolves kick-off time.
Again.
rpf. mcavoy/fassbender. something about.
You’re still propping up the bar with her enthusiastic assistance when a hand reaches over your shoulder and lifts your latest martini away.
You turn round and watch James finish it off. He frowns at the glass as he sets it back down. ‘Decent enough,’ he says. ‘Not as good as yours.’ His gaze glances off you, settling on Zoë. ‘Hey, Zo,’ he says as she slips off her stool.
rpf. cesc fabregas. yesterday when you were young.
"Remember that promise?" Cesc tried for lighthearted and got nowhere close. "At La Masia? We promised we'd all make the first team. Well, we have. So I think it's time for a new one."
Gerard was watching the clock. "Like what?"
"After all this," Cesc said, "if it goes well-"
"When," said Leo. "When."
"When," Cesc amended. "We're always in this together, right? So when we're ready to hang up our boots, we retire together, too."
rpf. baby dream team. and we are all together.
"Oh," said Cesc. Leo risked a glance up, and wondered at the expression on Cesc's face. He looked almost--hurt? Leo didn't understand. Cesc was the one who was leaving.
"I mean, they're moving me around so much anyway," he tried. "I probably wouldn't even be on the same team as you and Geri if you stayed."
rpf. lochte/phelps. and winning rights.
Ryan blocks Michael’s path with a sidestep and a hand squeezing just above his waist. “I won,” he says, out loud for the first time to his face, for the first time at these games, as powerful as the grip he has. “It’s my turn. I’m calling it.”
Michael’s nostrils flare before he nods and it almost, almost feels better than winning in the pool. “If you want it so badly, maybe you should plan on losing the next one.”
rpf. lochte/phelps. go for gold.
“Really,” Michael says. “You’re not wearing any underwear?”
Ryan shrugs, pretty dignified for someone who’s apparently been freeballing through several interviews with award-winning journalists. “I thought to myself, what if Mike wants to take advantage of me in a closet, start the party a little early? Be prepared, dude, that’s gonna be my new motto after this is all over.”
tsn. mark/eduardo. quick response.
"What if he doesn't see it?"
"He'll see it".
"But what if he doesn't?"
"How? He must. He has to. You left him a motherfucking fifty-foot wide love letter painted on a roof. You're like the fucking Pacey Witter of billionaires."
MISC
LAYOUT
le creux de ma voix by milou_veronica
fall through your fingers in flakes by milou_veronica
MOVIES
1. going the distance ; A-
2. sherlock holmes 2 ; B
3. ides of march ; A+
4. margin call ; B+
5. space jam ; A++ always and forever
6. j.edgar ; C+
7. we need to talk about kevin ; A
8. young adult ; A-
9. girl with the dragon tattoo ; A-
10. midnight in paris ; B
11. the beginners ; A+
12. the descendants ; B
13. the vow ; B-
14. my week with marilyn ; B+
15. cracks ; B
16. shame ; A+
17. avengers ; B+
18. someone like you ; A
19. this means war ; B+
20. the hunger games ; B-
21. to rome with love ; B
22. dark knight rises ; A
23. the five year engagement ; B+
24. bachelorette ; A+
25. melancholia ; B
26. gossip ; A
TV
1. prime suspect ; S01
2. once upon a time ; S01
3. pan am ; S01
4. suburgatory ; S01
5. shameless ; S02
6. new girl ; S01
7. 2 broke girls ; S01
8. are you there, vodka? ; S01
9. kings ; S01
10. house of lies ; S01
11. don't trust the b in apt. 23 ; S01
12. the ricky gervais show ; S03
13. scandal ; S01
14. suits ; S02
15. political animals ; S01
16. the newsroom ; S01
17. rules of engagement ; S01-S05
18. daria ; S01
BOOKS
1. the history of love - nicole krauss
2. 1984 - george orwell
3. is everyone hanging out without me? - mindy kaling
4. the conde nast traveler book of unforgettable journeys - various
5. kafka on the shore - haruki murakami
6. an evening of long goodbyes - paul murray
7. the beach - alex garland
8. paris was ours - penelope rowlands
9. life is a trip - judie fein
10. barcelona, catalonia: a view from the inside - matthew tree
11. prague pictures: a portrait of the city - john banville
12. the tent - margaret atwood
13. the basque history of the world - mark kurlansky
14. paris my sweet - amy thomas
15. istanbul - orhan pamuk
16. the sorcerer's apprentices - lisa abend
17. crush - richard siken
18. the fault in our stars - john green
FIC
rpf. baby dream team. let's go back to the start.
Xavi says, "let me know if you need anything. Don't stress, just get fit. We need you for the long haul." As if Cesc's signing wasn't linked in the minds of everyone involved with preparing the succession for life after him.
Other people see obstacles; Xavi sees pathways. That's what makes him irreplaceable
rpf. adrien brody/léa seydoux. like light from a room.
He whispers, “let me make you breakfast in the morning” and he runs his fingers over the tips of her hair.
Léa laughs again, quiet and she sighs. “What would you make?”
“Crepes,” he murmurs, kissing her neck again. “Or scones with tea and champagne. Something very… French.”
rpf. kat dennings et all. a safety buzz.
"Didn't Ellen tell you to avoid Ben Foster situations, Katherine?"
Emma's use of her full name conjures up terrifying images of Kat finding herself decked out as Miss Havisham and playing great-aunt to Jesse Eisenberg dressed like Little Bo Peep while a zombie version of the Pepsi Girl devours her dusty wedding cake. It's not one of the greatest mental images to wake up to at dawn.
"Time zones, Emily Jean!" Kat groans. "Your righteous indignation couldn't wait a few more hours?"
rpf. stevie/xabi. filling up the space.
Stevie knows that Liverpool will never go down, and that if it does, it’s better to go down with it, because going down a Red is better than going up anything else. Xabi doesn’t seem to realize that, and so no matter how everything plays out between them, Stevie’s already won. He’s won. Stevie will never walk alone, but Xabi? What’s he got?
rpf. stevie/xabi. many happy regrets.
“This is how it should go: you love him, he loves you, there’s a game where Rafa rests him and Jamie and you get the armband and everyone cries because they love you so much, and then after the game you and Stevie try not to be obvious when we’re at the pub but then you ‘forget something at Melwood’ or some unbelievably shit excuse like that and you go and be all lovey-dovey and the rest of us make fun of you behind your back and then we win the league. THE END.” Pepe takes a breath.
rpf. baby dream team. hola bonita tienes msn.
"Anyway, Leo, you should get a Twitter," Cesc said at last. "I'll show you how to set it up if you want. It's fun. You can tweet people - it's like texting, except everybody can see it. I'll tweet you."
"I'd rather talk to your face," Leo said quietly. He was looking away, into the aisle, and jumped when Pique wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close.
gg. dan, blair, chuck. be so happy.
“Strawberry, Humphrey? Do I look like the kind of person to put fruit in my wedding cake?"
“Well, you’re stuck. Give it a try.”
“No.”
“Blair, I think I gave myself diabetes from all the sugar we ingested. The least you can do is give it a shot. You might be surprised to find you like something different.”
“Fine,” she says and shoves a forkful in her mouth. She chews and mostly looks disgusted, but can’t quite hide a smile of satisfaction as she swallows. “I can’t believe Sylvia even suggested this cake for me. It’s like she doesn’t know me at all.”
Dan nods, turns back to the chocolate and vanilla, and tries to help her choose.
He thinks about the way she smiled when she ate the strawberry cake. He wonders if she even knows herself.
rpf. robin van persie/jack wilshere (rvp/thomas vermaelen, rvp/bouchra van persie). when you turn around.
“I feel like you’re waiting for me to tell you to get a job or something,” Bouchra says. Her fingers trail over the back of Robin’s shoulders. “Whatever. You can do whatever you want, Robin.”
He shrugs. Still in his pyjamas. It’s Saturday and she’s already dressed to go out. The kids, too. He takes his feet off the coffee table. “I know.”
Her laugh is soft. “Really?” Slings her purse over her shoulder. “Well, we’re going out to lunch. You’re welcome to come with.” She waits a beat. Another and she’s gone.
Robin sighs and checks the Arsenal-Wolves kick-off time.
Again.
rpf. mcavoy/fassbender. something about.
You’re still propping up the bar with her enthusiastic assistance when a hand reaches over your shoulder and lifts your latest martini away.
You turn round and watch James finish it off. He frowns at the glass as he sets it back down. ‘Decent enough,’ he says. ‘Not as good as yours.’ His gaze glances off you, settling on Zoë. ‘Hey, Zo,’ he says as she slips off her stool.
rpf. cesc fabregas. yesterday when you were young.
"Remember that promise?" Cesc tried for lighthearted and got nowhere close. "At La Masia? We promised we'd all make the first team. Well, we have. So I think it's time for a new one."
Gerard was watching the clock. "Like what?"
"After all this," Cesc said, "if it goes well-"
"When," said Leo. "When."
"When," Cesc amended. "We're always in this together, right? So when we're ready to hang up our boots, we retire together, too."
rpf. baby dream team. and we are all together.
"Oh," said Cesc. Leo risked a glance up, and wondered at the expression on Cesc's face. He looked almost--hurt? Leo didn't understand. Cesc was the one who was leaving.
"I mean, they're moving me around so much anyway," he tried. "I probably wouldn't even be on the same team as you and Geri if you stayed."
rpf. lochte/phelps. and winning rights.
Ryan blocks Michael’s path with a sidestep and a hand squeezing just above his waist. “I won,” he says, out loud for the first time to his face, for the first time at these games, as powerful as the grip he has. “It’s my turn. I’m calling it.”
Michael’s nostrils flare before he nods and it almost, almost feels better than winning in the pool. “If you want it so badly, maybe you should plan on losing the next one.”
rpf. lochte/phelps. go for gold.
“Really,” Michael says. “You’re not wearing any underwear?”
Ryan shrugs, pretty dignified for someone who’s apparently been freeballing through several interviews with award-winning journalists. “I thought to myself, what if Mike wants to take advantage of me in a closet, start the party a little early? Be prepared, dude, that’s gonna be my new motto after this is all over.”
tsn. mark/eduardo. quick response.
"What if he doesn't see it?"
"He'll see it".
"But what if he doesn't?"
"How? He must. He has to. You left him a motherfucking fifty-foot wide love letter painted on a roof. You're like the fucking Pacey Witter of billionaires."
MISC