#calvin mccall

[battle-of-alberta]

Who speaks the most languages? Also who has the best French?

well this just might be my most ambitious ask in a while :) shout out to the 1.5 francophones who may or may not follow this blog. And also for those 1.5 francos...

Clause de non-responsabilité

J'ai étudié 6 langues mais je suis toujours monolingue. :'(

Je ne suis pas franco-albertaine et je ne peux pas commenter sur le dialecte.

Mon éditrice @randomoranges n'est pas franco-albertaine, elle est québécoise*. Ah, et elle dit, avec plus d'élegance:

"nous pouvons répondre en français, mais svp demandez-nous pas d'le faire trop souvent, sinon notre pauvre artiste ira en burn out, malgré le fait que ses efforts feront rire sa consultante"

*cependant, selon le Lego, mon éditrice n'est même pas considérée québécoise haha >>;

more info below!

I already expect this piece to get less engagement because it's (mostly) not in English, and I'm afraid I'm still going to be more annoying and not provide a translation. As previously I will lean into making a statement Windex-style by purposefully not translating what I've written above into English just because the point of celebrating Franco-Albertan heritage month is, well, acknowledging the unique status of French in this country and how there is an expectation to conform to English in this province that needs a little challenging. I hope if nothing else, it strikes your curiosity enough to painstakingly type it into google translate so you can get half of the banter.

Another question that languished at the bottom of the box for over a year! This was because I felt I should make a real effort to write in French, of course, but also because I struggled with the wording of the question and ultimately didn't answer it. The "most" or the "best" are very loaded terms, so I avoided answering them entirely particularly because we have several languages that risk losing native speakers and because there's a lot of bs wrapped up in what "good" french is that I'm not skilled enough to unpack (though you can read what Windex wrote on this matter earlier on this blog... And here as well).

I have to strike a balance between representing the gang here as individuals (and immortals to boot) who have a lot of time on their hands and some interest and investment in learning languages on one hand... but also as representations of "average" people on the other. Francophone travellers aren't going to find many French speakers outside of airports, national parks, or government services in this province, but it still might surprise you considering all the "everyone outside of Quebec hates French" rhetoric that politicians like to fling around. It's more complicated than that, obviously, but I can mostly talk about my own personal experience with French here. I tried to represent both the reality that Franco-Alberta exists (represented by Ed) and the stereotypical resistance to French here (represented by Calvin, though clearly he understands enough to respond here. I also just think he tries to play dumb on purpose so that others underestimate him, it's all part of the image!)

Finally, I don't speak any of the languages (Michif, Tagalog, Punjabi, Cree) represented here so I hope they pass muster for the purpose of this little comic! ;~;b I have also represented Calvin speaking Mandarin previously on this blog!

oh yeah, and that "english and business" quote is from kevin o'leary who is from montreal so make of that what you will.

#Anonymous #projectcanada cities #boab ask #pc: edmonton #pc: jasper #pc: grande prairie #pc: calgary #pc: strathcona #edward murphy #calvin mccall #jasper swift #josephine cardinal #edith garneau #hapo art #digital art #clip studio paint #i had to handwrite all the diacritics so i apologize if they've moved accidentally #this font doesnt come with accents so i decided to just manually add them

[acetechne]

"Family" - Opus Daily Practice 19

Happy Family Day from our @battle-of-alberta family to yours :)

Family Day is an Alberta invention, proclaimed by then Lieutenant Governor Helen Hunley on suggestion from then Premier Don Getty to promote family values and spending time with each other. It has since spread to many other provinces, but is not a federal holiday. And yes, it's the same day as President's Day on purpose!

#opusdailypractice #projectcanada cities #projectcanada #iammatthewian #iamp: alberta #pc: alberta #pc: edmonton #pc: calgary #pc: red deer #ralph campbell #elaine hartley #calvin mccall #edward murphy #and yeah bert cheers for the oilers because i said so mwah #hapo doodles #boab illustration #ink

[allbeendonebefore]

(this is right to left not left to right sorry)

going through photos of comics i drew at work in 2019 that i never posted and nothing is funnier to me than this really angsty comic of ed yelling at calvin for ghosting him for 9+ months (and then the smoke alarm going off because he started burning what he was cooking) being immediately followed by this

#hapo rambles #pc: calgary #pc: edmonton #pc: fort mcmurray #hapo doodles #edward murphy #calvin mccall #reginald buffalo

[attichoney4u]

A fanart featuring @allbeendonebefore 's character, Calvin, aka the personification of the city of Calgary in @battle-of-alberta (Ed will also receive his own fanart sooner or later), and Lucky Luke, a childhood hero of mine.

For those who don't know, Calvin is one of the main characters in @battle-of-alberta , a series featuring personifications of citied from Alberta, Canada, while Lucky Luke is the titular hero from the comics of the same name, an Affectionate Parody of the Western Genre, and he's known as "the man who shoots faster than his shadow". He's accompanied by his incredibly skilled horse, Jolly Jumper, "the world's fastest horse" and sometimes, by Rantanplan, "the world's stupidest dog". He mostly faces bandits and outlaws. His most frequent opponets are the Daltons, four dumb brothers who want to take revenge on him, for sending their cousins to death.

The reason why I did it is because Calvin gave me huge cowboy vibes and Lucky Luke is a cowboy (albeit, we've never seen him attend herds), so it only made sense to put them together and have them wear each other's outfits (though, knowing Lucky Luke, he would never wear something as fancy as Calvin's 😂).

And now that I'm thinking it, I should have drawn them both in a similar style, but ok, enjoy the result, I guess.

#fanart #pc: calgary #calvin mccall #lucky luke

[femmehysteria]

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day, check my pinned post for active polls

#best character named x #poll #game #scott summers #scott mccall #scott calvin #scott pilgrim #scot cavendish #scott tracy #x men #teen wolf #the santa clause #scott pilgrim vs the world #locke and key #thunderbirds

[fandomnsfw]

Changes pt 7 - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing:Scott x Reader

Prompt:None just came to me brahh pt 6 (since the last part didn’t just come to me)

Warning: SMUUUUUUTTT SO MUCH SMUTTT EXPLICT BITCHESS!!!

Annnnnd thank you to my darling Beta @lets-imagine-fanfics who edited while I went to my brothers high school to yell at some teachers!

ENJOY!!!!

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“I’m sorry I tried to control myself, Y/N. Didn’t wanna make you cry…but right now, nothing sounds more tempting, than to hear you cry out my name.”  His words ran through you like fire, his head lowering so he could kiss your ankle.  

His hands slid up your thighs as he pressed kisses to your smooth legs. Your breathing was stuttering the higher up he kissed and when he licked a strip on the inside of your thigh you arched off the bed slightly a gasp making its way past your lips.  

He sat up as he continued straddling your lower legs, his breathing was heavy and his eyes were glowing. You sat up to join him, his eyes staring down at you as you nervously reached your hands out to his shirt.  

You began unbuttoning his silky smooth red shirt, leaving shy kisses on his torso as you went. He cradled your head as you got the last button, his eyes full of lust but also love. You slid your hands up his body until you reached his shoulders. You pushed the material off his body until he took over to throw it across the room  

The way he looked at you gave you enough courage to finally move from underneath him. You knelt up in front of him before grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it over your body, unconsciously making sure your face didn’t touch the neckline.  

As you threw the dress away Scott started growling as he looked down at your body, his eyes scanned passed your bare chest to the Calvin’s Lydia had told you to wear. His reaction caused your confidence to grow tenfold.  

You turned around and crawled over to the head of the bed, checking over your shoulder to see Scott’s reaction. Pleased with the reaction you, went to sit down. However, before you could get off all fours Scott was behind you, his lips brushing against your ear.  

“I’m trying to take this slowly but you’re teasing me and if you continue I’m not gonna be able to stop myself from pinning you to the bed and fucking you right now.” He growled against your ear, his words forcing a soft whimper out of you.  

“So why don’t you?” You asked curiously.  

“Because I want to worship every inch of your body.” He whispered huskily in your ear.  

“I want to build you up so slowly and watch you fall apart for me.” He added his teeth grazing your ear, earning a shiver from you.  

“Then, when you’ve fallen apart I’m going build you back up.” He teased, his voice full of authority and lust.  

“And then…I’m gonna break you over and over again…until you're begging me to stop.” His words cause you to let out a quiet moan.  

Your arms were shaking as you tried to keep yourself up but before you could collapse to the bed, Scott’s hand slid between your breasts, his hand wrapping around your throat adding no pressure just holding. Suddenly pressure was added, his hand dragging your body with him as he sat up. You back was pressed against his, your ass pushing against Scott’s very evident arousal resting in his pants.  

His other hand started trailing down your body, stopping at your chest so he could tweak your nipples softly before he continued his journey. By the time he got to the hem of your panties you were a panting mess but instead of continuing he stopped causing you to whimper.  

“Are you sure?” He panted softly against your ear like it was taking every ounce of control not bend you over on fuck you like an animal.  

“Y-Yes…Please.” You whimper almost whining ‘Alpha’ but thankfully you managed stopped yourself.  

Instead of words his hand slowly made its way into underwear, his finger sliding through your folds earning a gasp from you. The feeling of having someone else touch you was electrifying but that might also be because the person is Scott. He groaned against your ear as his fingers reached your entrance.  

“God, you’re so wet.” Any other time you would have blushed at his words but right now you couldn’t bring yourself to care and before you could stop yourself, the dirty words you been repeating in your head fell from your lips.  

“A-Alpha.” You moaned, his fingers stopping at your entrance, freezing in place.  

“Jesus Christ.” His other hand tightened around your neck, forcing a whimper of submission out of you. It shouldn’t turn you on that someone is almost cutting off your flow of air but it does, the action causing your pussy to clench in want. You bucked your hips forward, accidentally making the tip of Scott’s two fingers enter you.  

“Are you okay?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. You would’ve laughed had you not been so aroused and delirious.  

“I’m a virgin n-not a prude. I masturbate t-too Scott.” You stuttered out, trying to hold back the urge to moan. You grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand until his fingers were buried inside you. You moan at the feeling, his fingers reaching further than you’d ever been able to before.  

“I-If you don’t start moving your hand I’m going to f-fuck myself on your fingers.” You groaned as you thrust your hips to prove your point.  

“Such a dirty girl.” He whispered huskily into your ear, before he started thrusting his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, his actions slow and teasing. You gripped to his wrist with both hands as you tried to ground yourself. Your whimpers and soft moans quickly turned to whines of need and beg for release.  

“Pl-Please…M-More…Need more.” You moaned loudly as his finger tried to maintain their slow pace his fingers scissoring inside you in an attempt to stretch you a little more. Instead of answering, Scott took out his finger leaving you whimpering in his wake before he teased your entrance with three fingers.  

He slowly slid three inside you, causing you to stretch out which earned a groan of pain. Scott stopped as his fingers as they reached the depth they could, giving you time to adjust. After a few seconds, you thrust your hips, letting him know you were okay.  

When he seemed hesitant you slid his fingers out of you, before moving his hand from around your neck. You turned around so your bare chest was inches from his then you grabbed his hand and placed it back at your entrance. He stared at you with scepticism as you stared into his eyes. You moved closer to him so your noses were brushing against one another.  

“Stop t-treating me like I’m made of glass. If you don’t, I’m going to take control.” You whispered seductively, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. Scott’s eyes flashed red before he plunged his three back inside you, causing you to dig your nails into his arms.  

“Fine but you asked for it.” He whispered against your lips before he started thrusting his fingers into you roughly, his other hand grabbing your jaw as he leant a little bit to kiss you with a burning need.  

The sensation of his lips on yours as his fingers fucked into you was enough to make you cry out, but it was quickly swallowed by your lover's mouth. His tongue working its way inside your mouth dominating every inch of your mouth as he went.  

When he pulled away he replaced his mouth with two fingers. The tips of them pushing past your lips as you held your jaw in place. You sucked his finger willingly, swirling your tongue against them with intent.  

“God, your mouth is a sin.” Scott groaned as he watched you tongue curl around the tips of his fingers, his fingers never stopping as they pushed in and out of you harshly.  

Your hands slid down his chest before you came to his bulge stopping as you looked up at him with mischief in your eyes, your tongue still licking and sucking his fingers. His eyes narrowed but before he could ask you gripped him tightly through his slacks, earning a gasp followed quickly by a groaned.  

The fingers in your mouth slid out as his hand fell to his side, the fingers inside you freezing momentarily. You took this time to unzip his slacks before quickly pulling down his pants and boxers. You stared at his cock as it slid out his boxers, eyes widening at how big it was.  

“I may be a virgin but I’ve watched enough porn to know you’re big…really big…” You muttered seductively as your eyes hooded with want.  

“If you don’t move your fingers soon Scott I’m going to walk out of here and go and relieve myself.” You taunted, causing his eyes to narrow before his hands were in you, half pulling it so you head was leaning back.  

“You’re such a demanding little princess aren’t you?” Scott growled against your neck but before he could get angrier you grabbed his shaft, squeezing it slightly, causing him to groan against your neck.  

“I’m a Queen.” You muttered, a filthy yet flirty giggle escaping your lips.  

“Not a princess.” You added as you started pumping your hand up and down slowly, twisting your hand slightly as you worked.  

When he let go of your hair, his hands began pumping inside you with an animalistic speed causing you to let out a rather loud moan which could of be described as pornographic. You pumped your hand up and down faster as he fucked you with his fingers. You felt your end closing in so you gripped his arm, slowing his actions down.  

“Want to cum on A-Alpha’s cock.” You muttered earning a lustful growl from Scott. He pulled his fingers out anyway before going to get off the bed causing your hand the slip from his shaft, but you grabbed his arm before he could.  

“Where are you going?” You frowned softly.  

“Need a condom.”  

“Why werewolves can’t get STI’s?” You muttered with confusion.  

“They can get pregnant though.” He snorted but you let out a sigh.  

“I’m not that stupid Scott. When I started acting like a bitch in heat I got put on the pill because I didn’t know if we’d be smart enough to use protection if either of us lost control.” You smiled before pulling him onto the bed, resulting in him laid on his back. You shed your panties before sliding his slacks and boxers off.  

You threw one leg over him with a smirk. He stared at you with wide eyes as he scanned your body, stopping as he looked down at your pussy. He let out a slight groan, his hand moving to grip your hips.  

You pressed your wet heat down onto his shaft earning a hiss from Scott. You rubbed your wetness over his cock with a scream as he dug his nails into your hips with a gasp of pleasure.   

“If you keep doing t-that, I’m going to lose co-control Y/N!” He growled angrily his claws sliding out and digging into your hips drawing a little blood. You should've winced in pain however for some reason you moaned loudly as you stared into Scott's eyes.   

“Then l-lose control…Alpha.” You purred seductively, your hands resting on his chest.  

He lets out a deep growl before flipping you over so he was on top. He grabbed his shaft mixing your juices and his pre-cum together. You bit your lip, as you watched him pump his shaft a few times, watch you with his crimson eyes.  

He leant down and teased your entrance with his swollen cock, earning a gasp from you as you tug your claws, which you’d failed to see had made an appearance, into his chest leaving light scratches on his chest that healed quickly but still left trails of blood in its wake.  

“I’m g-gonna do this quickly.” He groaned as his cock pushed into your sex slightly. You gave him a nod and that all it took for him to pushed into you quickly breaking through the barrier. You whined in pain as you flung your arms around him, digging your claws into his back.  

“Shhh, it's okay baby…You’re doing so well for your Alpha.” He whispered, stroking your hair as he let you heal. The tears in your eyes fell down your face before the pain finally started easing off and you could feel your body start to heal.  

“M-Move…Alpha p-please.” You whined softly, your arms still clutching him tightly like if you let go he’d vanish. He started slowly but when you begged him to go faster he complied, his thrusts rough and deep and to you it was pure ecstasy. The full feeling he gave you, was indescribable.  

“S-Scott I’m close…P-Please.” You screamed, your back arching causing your chest to press against his, as you felt your stomach clench.  

“Cum for me baby.” Was all he whispered before you came undone writhing under him as he slowed his thrusts down, holding onto you tightly.  

“As soon as seeing you post orgasm is enjoyable…I’m not done with you yet baby girl.” He groaned as you clenched around his cock. You knew now that you were used to him, the fun began now.  

He pulled out and flipped you over onto your belly before grabbing your hips and leaving you completely exposed to you. You wolf was scratching the inside of your head begging to be let out, howling for their Alpha.  

“S-Scott…wolf.” Was all you could say, but thankfully he understood.  

“Me too baby.” He groaned as he stared at your exposed pussy, running his fingers up and down the dripping heat.  

Suddenly you couldn't hold it back anymore, your eyes began glowing as your claws dug into the sheets. You let out a howl, pushing yourself against Scott’s fingers. You heard Scott howl back before he was plunging his cock into you with an inhuman force.  

He began to thrust into you at an animalistic speed, his claws digging into your hips as he fucked into you. Your voice hitched as you whined like a bitch in heat, pushing against him meeting his every thrust with just as much speed and force.  

“Mate.” Scott growled letting you know his wolf had finally been let out too.  

“A-Alpha!” You screamed loudly, purring and keening against his thrusts.  

You felt yourself nearing another orgasm but this time you couldn't tell him because the only thing your voice could do was growl and whined under your Alpha’s attention. You clenched around him letting him know you were going to cum.  

“Cum o-on Alpha’s cock.” He growled, his voice barely human at this point but his words once against sent you over that edge for the second time that night. As you came you felt a warm feeling inside letting you know Scott had cum at the same time. Suddenly there was a warmth that spread inside your stomach causing you to gasp.  

It felt like something inside you was winding together. Your wolf finally retracting as you looked at Scott behind you whose eyes were will glowing red but he looked like he’d come to his senses.  

“Can you…” He gave you nod letting you know he felt it too. It felt like your and Scott’s wolves and souls were merging, it was a feeling that you could describe in any way except that it felt right.  

“Is that the bond?” You asked softly as you finally got your breath back, his soft cock still buried inside you as his arms wrapped around you tightly.  

“Yeah, I think so…It feels…”  

“Amazing?” You supplied causing him to smile against your shoulder.  

“Yeah...” He muttered happily, placing a loving kiss against your damp skin. He finally slid out of you earning a dirty moan to slip out, a blush quickly forming on your face.  

“If you do that again we’ll be going for another round.” Scott groaned painfully, causing you to giggle.  

“Then again looking at you ass on display whilst my cum trickles down your leg is worse.” He growled as he admired your ass. You grinned to yourself before leaning up so you could stare at him, on your hands and knees. You dipped your fingers into your heat, whining as you did. After your finger was coated in yours and his cum you brought it to your mouth, licking it off.  

“Yep, you’re not leaving this bed ever again.” Scott growled before he pounced on you.  

Part 6 <- -> Epilogue

#Scott mccall #scott mccall x reader #scott mccall x you #reader insert #reader #teen wolf #tw #teen wolf imagine #imagine #fluff #smut #scott mccall smut #teen wolf smut

[guywrestlingaddiction]

Sexy Signature Moves: Calvin "Caress me" Haynes (bgeast.com)

It's truly a thing to behold to watch a Calvin Haynes match. It starts off simple enough with your typical posing/flexing, after all, the guy has a lot to show off. But soon enough, win or lose, Calvin's opponents are laid lust drunk and craving that big, beefy body of his.

Calvin "Caress me" Haynes (bgeast.com)

Like a cat in heat, his opponents never stood a chance really.  Sure they may have put up a good fight, may even have 'won' the match, but in many ways it sure looks like Calvin has conquered them.  I'd say it goes beyond seduction really, his opponents literally forget where they are and are entranced with some insatiable need to get their hands all over the man. 

I can't blame them really, the guy's signature move is a force to be reckoned with and falling for that manly, buff body can be every bit as debilitating as any other finishing move.  So with that, I bring you - Calvin "Caress me" Haynes.  

Appearances [Not all shown]

Calvin "Caress me" Haynes (bgeast.com)

Calvin Haynes vs Nino Leone (bgeast.com)

Calvin Haynes v Christian Taylor (bgeast.com)

Calvin Haynes v Bruno LaBeastia (bgeast.com)

Calvin Haynes v Kayden Keller (bgeast.com)

Calvin Haynes v Shane McCall (bgeast.com)

Calvin Haynes v Ace Aarons (bgeast.com)

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For the original post, check out:

#gay wrestling #bgeast.com #Calvin Haynes

[crazyk-imagine]

GIFS II

Bullet Train

Tangerine exit

Angry Tangerine

Tangerine

One Piece + OPLA

... Sanji ... :p

Sanji tears

More tears

Literally cannot stop

This scene in a different font

And another

Literally dying over this mf

Blond mf

A cover remake

Out of nowhere

Them eyes

Dreams

He deserves a hug

Adorable

Made a name for himself

Sanji quieting Buggy

I love them

Sanji

Looks at you like this

Your honor, I love him

The plot

Behind the scenes

He's adorable

Sanji gif board

He smokes

My heart

Taz pics

The fight

Sanji "hyping" Zoro

His chin

Sanji original

He's so effing cute

Taz running

Sanji in another life

New Girl

Nick Miller, Nick Miller

Insidious

Dalton in college

More adult Dalton

Misc

The most iconic priest

Matthew Lillard

The Beatles

The Band

Switched drinks

Knights #1-4

Last scene - Saltburn (I cackle every time)

Merlin and dragons

2024 Calvin Klein (hawttie)

Twister

Madness takes it's toll

Twitter with TGM

Makeout in an alley (pedro edition)

IT Script

Glen P

Holy-

Ben (Powell) Again

Scott McCall Commentary

The icons of Merlin

Shaun of the dead

#gifs #bullet train #one piece live action #one piece #one piece netflix #new girl #insidious #cinderella and the four knights #crazyk-imagine #merlin #saltburn #teen wolf

[lindsaywesker]

Deaths In 2022 (to date)

January

5: Jessie Lee Daniels a.k.a Jessie D, 57, American singer (Force MDs)

6: Peter Bogdanovich, 82, American film director (‘The Last Picture Show’/’Paper Moon’/’What’s Up Doc?’)

Sidney Poitier, 94, Bahamian actor (‘In The Heat Of The Night’/’Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner?’

Calvin Simon, 79, American musician (Parliament/Funkadelic)

7: R. Dean Taylor, 82, Canadian singer/songwriter (‘Indiana Wants Me’/’There’s A Ghost In My House’)

8: Marilyn Bergman, 93, American songwriter (‘You Don’t Bring Me Flowers’/’The Way We Were’/’The Windmills Of Your Mind’)

9: James Mtume, 76, American songwriter/producer (‘The Closer I Get To You’/’Juicy Fruit’)

12: Ronnie Spector, 78, American R&B singer (The Ronettes)

13: Sonny Turner, 83, American soul singer (The Platters)

15: Jon Lind, 73, American songwriter/musician (‘Save The Best For Last’/’Crazy For You’)

Nino Cerruti, 91, Italian business man/stylist (founder of Cerruti)

18: Dick Halligan, 78, American musician (founding member of Blood, Sweat & Tears)

20: Meatloaf, 74, American singer (‘I’d Do Anything For Love’) & actor (‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’)

21: Louie Anderson, 68, American comedian/actor (‘Coming To America’)

23: Thierry Mugler, 73, French fashion designer

February

2: Monica Vitti, 90, Italian actress (‘L’Avventura’)

6: Syl Johnson, 85, American soul and blues singer (father of Syleena)

8: Bamber Gascoigne, 87, English TV presenter (‘University Challenge’)

9: Betty Davis, 77, American soul and funk singer

Ian McDonald, 75, English musician (King Crimson/Foreigner)

12: Ivan Reitman, 75, Czechoslovak film director (‘Ghostbusters’/’Meatballs’)

16: Jack Smethurst, 89, English actor (‘Love Thy Neighbour’)

19: Gary Brooker, 76, English singer/songwriter/musician (Procol Harum)

22: Mark Lanegan, 57, American rock musician/singer (Queens Of The Stone Age)

24: Sally Kellerman, 84, American actress (‘M*A*S*H’)

27: MC Skibadee, 47, English drum & bass artist/MC

March

3: Denroy Morgan, 76, Jamaican singer/musician (father of Morgan Heritage)

4: Rod Marsh, 74, Australian cricket player

Shane Warne, 52, Australian cricket player

Lynda Baron, 82, English actress (‘Open All Hours’)

11: Timmy Thomas, 77, American soul singer (‘Why Can’t We Live Together?’)

12: Traci Braxton, 50, American soul singer (The Braxtons) (sister of Toni)

13: William Hurt, 71, American actor (‘Altered States’, ‘Broadcast News’)

25: Taylor Hawkins, 50, American drummer (Foo Fighters)

Bobby Hendricks, 84, American soul singer (The Drifters)

29: Donald Shaw a.k.a. Tabby Diamond, 66, Jamaican singer (The Mighty Diamonds)

April

1: Fitzroy Simpson a.k.a. Bunny Diamond, 70, Jamaican singer (The Mighty Diamonds)

C. W. McCall, 93, American country singer (‘Convoy’)

3: June Brown, 95, English actress (‘Eastenders’)

12: Gilbert Gottfried, 67, American comedian/actor (‘Saturday Night Live’/‘Aladdin’)

24: Andrew Woolfolk, 71, American saxophonist (Earth, Wind & Fire)

26: Klaus Schulze, German composer/musician (Tangerine Dream)

30: Naomi Judd, 76, American singer/songwriter (The Judds)

May

6: Jewell, 53, American R&B singer (First Lady Of Death Row Records)

8: Dennis Waterman, 74, English actor/singer (‘Minder’/’The Sweeney’)

15: Kay Mellor, 71, writer/actress (‘Families’/’Fat Friends’)

17: Vangelis, 79, Greek musician (Jon & Vangelis/’Chariots Of Fire’)

19: Bernard Wright, 58, American jazz and soul musician/singer

26: Ray Liotta, 67, American actor (‘Goodfellas’/’Field Of Dreams’)

Andy Fletcher, 60, English keyboardist (Depeche Mode)

29: Lester Piggott, 86, English jockey

June

5: Dom Phillips, 57, British music journalist (editor, Mixmag)

6: Jim Seals, 79, American singer/songwriter/musician (‘Summer Breeze’)

9: Julee Cruise, 65, American singer (‘Falling’)/actress (‘Twin Peaks’)

17: Ken Williams, 83, American songwriter (‘Everybody Plays The Fool’)

22: Patrick Adams, 72, writer/musician/producer (Musique/Universal Robot Band/Inner Life/Black Ivory)

July

4: Mona Hammond, 91, Jamaican actress (‘Desmonds’/’Eastenders’)

5: Manny Charlton, 80, Scottish rock guitarist (Nazareth)

6: James Caan, 82, American actor (‘The Godfather’/’Rollerball’)

8: Tony Sirico, 79, American actor (‘Goodfellas’/’The Sopranos’)

11: Monty Norman, 94, English composer (‘James Bond Theme’)

14: William Hart, 77, American soul singer (The Delfonics)

15: Paul Ryder, 58, English bass player (Happy Mondays)

21: Taurean Blacque, 82, American actor (‘Hill Street Blues’)

23: Bob Rafelson, 89, American film director (‘Five Easy Pieces’/’The Postman Always Rings Twice’)

24: David Warner, 80, English actor (‘Tron’/’Titanic’/’The Omen’)

25: Sandy Roberton, 80, Scottish record producer (Steeleye Span)

Paul Sorvino, 83, American actor (‘Goodfellas’/’Law & Order’)

27: Bernard Cribbins, 93, English actor/singer (‘The Railway Children’/’Doctor Who’)

Tom Springfield, 88, English musician/songwriter (The Springfields) (older brother of Dusty)

30: Nichelle Nichols, 89, American actress (‘Star Trek’)

August

5: Issey Miyake, 84, Japanese fashion designer

7: Roger E. Mosley, 83, American actor (‘Magnum, P.I.’)

8: Lamont Dozier, 81, American singer/songwriter/producer (‘Going Back To My Roots’)

Olivia Newton-John, 73, English singer/actress (‘Grease’)

9: Raymond Briggs, 88, English children’s writer (‘The Snowman’)

11: Anne Heche, 53, American actress (‘Psycho’/’Donnie Brasco’)

16: Duggie Brown, 82, English comedian/actor

18: Josephine Tewson, 91, English actress (‘Keeping Up Appearances’/’Last Of The Summer Wine’)

22: Creed Taylor, 93, American jazz trumpeter/founder of CTI Records

25, Inez Foxx, 84, American R&B singer (‘Mockingbird’)

September

2: Angus Gaye a.k.a. Drummie Zeb, 62, English reggae drummer (Aswad)

8: Mavis Nicholson, 91, Welsh writer/broadcaster

12: Ramsey Lewis, 87, American jazz pianist/composer

13: Jean-Luc Godard, 91, French film director (‘Breathless’)

Jesse Powell, 51, R&B singer (‘All I Need’)

16: Marva Hicks, 66, American R&B singer/actress

22: Stu Allan, 60, Welsh dance music artist (Clock)/radio broadcaster

John Hartman, 72, American drummer (The Doobie Brothers)

23: Louise Fletcher, 88, American actress (‘One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest’)

24: Pharoah Sanders, 81, American jazz saxophonist

28: Coolio, 59, American rapper (‘Gangsta’s Paradise’)/actor

October

4: Loretta Lynn, 90, American country singer/songwriter

6: Ivy Joe Hunter, 82, American songwriter (‘Dancing In The Street’)

11: Angela Lansbury, 96, English actress (‘Murder She Wrote’)

13: Joyce Sims, 63, American R&B singer/songwriter (‘Come Into My Life’)

14: Robbie Coltrane, 72, Scottish actor/comedian (‘Cracker’/’Harry Potter’)

20: Bettye Crutcher, 83, American songwriter (‘Who’s Making Love?’)

Josephine Melville, 61, English actress (‘Eastenders’/’The Bill’)

24: Leslie Jordan, 67, American actor (‘Desperate Housewives’/’Will & Grace’/’Ally McBeal’)

27: Geraldine Hunt, 77, American R&B singer (‘Can’t Fake The Feeling’)

28: Jerry Lee Lewis, 87, American singer/musician (‘Great Balls Of Fire’)

November

1: Takeoff, 28, American rapper (Migos)

3: Noel McKoy, 62, English soul singer

5: Aaron Carter, 34, American singer

Tyrone Downie, 66, Jamaican keyboardist (Bob Marley & The Wailers)

7: Leslie Phillips, 98, English actor (‘Doctor In The House’/’Carry On’ films)

8: Dan McCafferty, 76, Scottish rock singer (Nazareth)

9: Gal Costa, 77, Brazilian singer

11: Keith Levene, 65, English guitarist (The Clash/Public Image Ltd.)

Rab Noakes, 75, Scottish musician (Stealers Wheel)

21: Wilko Johnson, 75, English guitarist (Dr. Feelgood)/actor (‘Game Of Thrones’)

25: Irene Cara, 63, American singer (‘Flashdance’)/actress (‘Fame’)

30: Christine McVie, 79, English singer/songwriter/musician (Fleetwood Mac)

December

5: Kirstie Alley, 71, American actress (‘Cheers’)

Jim Stewart, 92, record producer/co-founder of Stax Records

6: Jet Black, 84, English drummer (The Stranglers)

9: Ruth Madoc, 79, English actress (‘Hi-De-Hi’)

10: J. J. Barnes, 79, American R&B singer

11: Angelo Badalamenti, 85, American film and TV composer (‘Blue Velver/’Twin Peaks’

13: Sol Amarfio, 84, Ghanaian drummer (Osibisa)

16: Rick Anderson, 75, American bass player (The Tubes)

17: Mike Hodges, 90, English screenwriter/director (‘Get Carter’/’Pulp’/’Flash Gordon’)

18: Terry Hall, 63, English singer (The Specials/Fun Boy Three)/songwriter (‘Our Lips Are Sealed’)

Martin Duffy, 55, English keyboard player (Felt/Primal Scream)

19: Sonya Eddy, 55, American actress (‘Barbershop’/’Daddy Day Care’/’Coach Carter’/’Seinfeld’)

20: Iain Templeton, English drummer (The La’s/Shack)

21: Harvey Jett, 73, American guitarist (Black Oak Arkansas)

22: Thom Bell, 79, Jamaican-born American artist/songwriter/arranger/producer (‘Betcha By Golly Wow’/’I’ll Be Around’/’You Are Everything’/’The Rubberband Man’/’La-La (Means I Love You’))

23: George Cohen, 83, English footballer (member of 1966 World Cup-winning side)

[falcorskeeper-blog]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: XXL light Orange high rise fitness shorts with POCKETS!!!!!!!!.

[quatschmachen]

Happy birthday or something to business dude ClavinMecahlyly the devil incarnate :)

#quatschart #pc: calgary #calvin mccall

[battle-of-alberta]

Who had the happiest childhood ?

well over a year later i finally tackle this question! it was at the bottom of the box because one of my weaknesses is drawing children, and another one is the necessary historical research to draw their childhoods :' ) but i really wanted to start imagining them because it's very important to the overall story i'm trying to tell here.

here's the main gang, who were children at one end of the 19th century or another. I don't really know how to answer the question (they all lived through some very rough times, even if they didn't know as much) but I can give a little bit of an explanation for the times they grew up in...

[but most importantly, who do you think was the cutest?]

Ed and Jas were kids in the early decades of the 19th century (the regency era). They didn't really have a sense of the outside world much at all (Ed in particular had a very inflated sense of self importance he has since lost) and moved around a lot to follow the fur bearing animals (typically beavers). I feel like they were often getting into scrapes like this!

Cal and Lil grew up in the 1870s when the Northwest Mounted Police were establishing the Canada-US border. Calvin doesn't realize that his childhood enemy Fort Whoop Up and Lilith are the same person, so he tends to think of Lilith as younger than him. Lilith knows better, of course, but I guess she wanted a fresh start. In some ways, they were both only a bit spoiled as kids, though Lilith was less sheltered.

Jo and Mac didn't really interact much as they were isolated for most of their childhoods and didn't really hit their first growth spurts until the 20th century. It's hard to imagine their childhoods (or that Mac was ever a child haha) but they must have been quite lonely, so I figure they had to have pretty big imaginations to cope during the times Ed wasn't around.

Nor, Red and Maddie grew up in the railroad era of the 1880s-90s, although Nor and Maddie were the railroad resort and energy princesses respectively. Red depended far more on carriages and later vehicles passing through on their way between Ed and Cal's places. [also, do not attempt to cuddle bear cubs or feed them chocolate biscuits!!]

#Anonymous #projectcanada cities #historical hetalia #hetalia oc #pc: edmonton #pc: calgary #pc: jasper #pc: lethbridge #pc: grande prairie #pc: fort mcmurray #pc: banff #pc: red deer #pc: medicine hat #hapo art #clip studio paint #digital art #boab ask #edward murphy #jasper swift #calvin mccall #lilith sheran #josephine cardinal #reginald buffalo #eleanor crandell #elaine hartley #madeline hargrave

[acetechne]

once again using my knowledges of city branding palettes for evil. look who has nearly identical choice in colours!

mtl / et belongs to @randomoranges

Individuals below the cut

#projectcanada cities #pc: calgary #pc: montreal #hapo art #digital art #clip studio paint #calvin mccall #étienne maisonneuve #it is the mongary #?!?! is it #ed seems to have a thing for one type of man #its just one of these men collects 1970s style shoes and the other collects cowboy boots

[allbeendonebefore]

Monmongary Week(end) returns!

Windex was abroad experiencing life the universe and everything last month so we delayed it until August this year, but once again we are celebrating the bizarre relationships we construct between our OCs.

What is Monmongary Week

It’s like a ship week where we draw art and write stuff about our three city personifications Montreal, Edmonton, and Calgary. You’re welcome to join in too if you like! It can be platonic or romantic so long as it includes at least two or all three of the characters. It’s also called M3 Week because their last names all start with M (until I finally go rogue and change one)

WHY on earth is this a ship

Because we are friends and have ocs so it’s our legal obligation to put them in Scenarios for their own development, hope that helps.

Where are the character refs

My refs:

Ed: Masterpost | 2020 Ref Sheet

Cal: Masterpost | 2020 Ref Sheet

@randomoranges‘ refs:

Étienne: Bio | Tattoos

How do I do the Thing

tag art and writing as #monmongaryweek or us at @allbeendonebefore and @randomoranges so we can find it. You can check out previous examples here. If you need any help with French, @randomoranges has your back.

There’s no prompt list or deadline this year, you’re free to use previous years prompts or give us a shout if you need some inspo.

Year 1 | Year 2 | Year 3 | Year 4 | Year 5

We’re aiming to do stuff this coming weekend but if stuff gets posted a little later, that’s a-okay.

#monmongaryweek #monmongary week #pc: edmonton #pc: calgary #pc: montreal #hapo rambles #randomoranges #edward murphy #calvin mccall #étienne maisonneuve #m3week #m3 week

[attichoney4u]

The following drawing is for a special event, called #Monmongary, where we have to draw or write stories about a special ship consisted of the ocs of Étienne, Ed and Cal.

Since I'm more into the ÉtiennexEd ship thanks to @randomoranges, I chose to draw Ed and Étienne with a bit of Cal there.

Sorry, for it being rushed. I just wanted to finish the piece before the prompt was closed.

So, I got this idea when I read a fanfic from @randomoranges, where Étienne poses to a hockey magazine… in nude. I originally wanted to draw both of them naked, but I didn't know if the Tumblr guidelines would agree, so I put them clothes. Cal is looking from afar wanting to join them.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my drawing as much as I had fun making it and have a lovely rest of your day (or night, depending when you see this post)! Bye! 😘

#projectcanada #monmongary #pc: edmonton #pc:montreal #edward murphy #pc: calgary #calvin mccall #étienne maisonneuve

[randomoranges]

i’ve had this idea in mind since summer. it’s a combination of things. it continues the narrative of étienne visits ed and cal over spring 2020, it’s also a prize fic for @allbeendonebefore who is the only one in the friend circle to have completed the dictation challenge and wanted something with succulents and it’s also a reflection on long distance whatevers and how when they’re away it all feels fine bcs you get used to it, but when they’re back errthing feels so much bigger and when they leave again you’re crushed it’s over.

anyways.

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

Early June 2020

 Edward makes himself comfortable and swings an arm around Étienne’s shoulders. He likes the way Étienne curls up around him and furrows his face in his chest and lets out a content sigh. He likes how Étienne comes to him for these things – how he doesn’t hold back as much – how he’ll seek him out for hugs and cuddles when he wants them. He likes that they’ve grown closer around each other over the past few weeks and that some of their stilted attempts at normalcy have gained fluency.

 Shame it ends in the morning, really.

 But, Edward tries not to think about that.

 Instead, he focuses on the now – on the last few moments before it all ends.

 To be honest, Edward thought for sure that Étienne would stay a little longer, but he’s also not surprised that his boyfriend has decided to head back home. It’s summer, after all, and despite everything, Étienne still feels the pull and call to go back – to soak up the rays and recharge as much as he can before winter strolls in again with its harsh winds and long and dreary nights. He knows the good summer does to Étienne and knows how important it is for him to reconnect with his land.

 Still, it stings a little.

 It’s strange, he thinks, but after a few weeks of Étienne being back home, he gets used to it again. He falls into his own routine, picks up a new one with his boyfriend where they text and video chat every so often, but every time they see each other, Edward realises how much he misses him and how great it is to have him around. It’s as if his feelings and emotions are cranked to the max and time seems to slip through his fingers. And then, just as he’s getting used to having Étienne around, just as they start making plans and start developing a different type of routine, the trip is over and Étienne is yanked out of his reach.

 It’s the same thing tonight.

 He sees it with Étienne’s half-full suitcase.

 At least, this time, he’s had more than a few days hastily thrown together. It’s more than he can say about the state of the suitcase. Maybe, if he hides a few of Étienne’s possessions, Étienne will stay a little longer. It’s wishful thinking and it can’t hurt.

 “Hey, I can hear you thinking, what’s up?”

 Edward blinks and looks back down to gorgeous green eyes he’s already missing. He offers Étienne a small smile and bends his head to peck his lips. It’s a welcomed distraction and he goes willingly when Étienne pulls him down for something with a little more feeling and a little more heat. He wonders if he’s not the only one ruminating this departure that feels both sudden and planned and tries not to think too much about it even if it’s hard.

 “Thinking of nefarious ways I can keep you back here,” He admits with a chuckle. Étienne rolls his eyes at him, but it’s soft and so very fond. His boyfriend levels with him and rests his forehead against his own.

 “I’ll miss you too, Eddy,” Étienne says and Edward holds him a little closer than necessary and a little tighter than needed for more than a few seconds.

 He remembers how it started, a few days after Étienne’s birthday. He remembers sitting out on the back porch with Étienne, quietly staring at the chickens and the dog. It had been another quiet day; another quiet morning and it looked as though it would be nice and sunny. They hadn’t been saying much, enjoying each other’s company and the pleasant weather, when Étienne had spoken, nearly startling him.

 It had been a quiet sentence spoken to no one in particular, but there to be heard if anyone cared to. It seemed to be the other man’s new way of doing things – stating things softly as if addressing the blades of grass that grew in the gentle breeze of the wind and the caress of the sun. Étienne’s vigor and energy were still a thing of the past and Edward not only feared, but also wondered if he’d imagined them all along.

 Yet, Étienne had simply said that he thought it was time to go home and he was thinking of leaving by the end of the week.

 Edward had been – shocked.

 Edward is still shocked.

 They’d talked about it. Étienne had explained that for as much as he still didn’t feel one hundred percent and even though he was eternally grateful for Edward’s (and even Calvin’s) hospitality, he needed to be back home. He needed to be there for his people, for his sister – and for himself. He wished things could have been different, but at least, they had gotten this time out of it.

 So, Étienne had purchased his ticket and had quietly and slowly started packing.

 And now it’s their last night together.

 Edward feels like there’s so much he still wants to do and say to Étienne. He feels like he’s run out of time and the fact of the matter is that they both don’t know when’s the next time they’re going to see each other. He supposes that’s the real kicker – that there’s no real planned next visit – that they don’t know if they’ll be able to. They got this, but will they get more? He knows Étienne’s been thinking about it – about whether or not it’s wise to go home, not because of the caseload back home, but of potentially not being able to come back. But – there used to be a time when the only thing they had was letters. At least now, there’s technology to make the cold, lonely nights a little friendlier.

 It’s something.

 They’ll manage.

 They always do.

 They’ll find a way.

 “I have something for you,” Edward blurts as he disentangles himself from the cocoon of warmth. Étienne gives him a puzzled look and even Mercury raises her head to see what the commotion is all about. Edward excuses himself and leaves the room to retrieve the three items. He’d thought of the best time to give them, had figured they could do as birthday gifts, had decided against the idea and had gone back on it ever since, but – now seems like the best of times.

 He returns to the guestroom and lets himself get pulled back under the covers, wrapped around Étienne’s legs and arms, trapped in the best of ways. This time, Étienne sits up, curious as to what this is all about and Edward grows a little shy and quiet. These presents feel a little lame, now that he’s holding on to them and he hopes he hasn’t built up any hype that will be met with disappointment.

 Étienne brushes Edward’s worries away as he grabs the small bag out of his hands and eagerly opens it up. He pulls out a first box and sets the bag aside to open it up. The curious expression and smile on Étienne’s face vanish and Edward thinks he may have gone overboard with the gift, considering his boyfriend has grown silent.

 Étienne looks up at him, clutching the key and the key ring tightly in his hands and a myriad of different emotions play in Étienne’s eyes that Edward briefly reads.

 “I thought – you gave me yours back in February, I figured it would only be fair if – you could have your own – for real, this time – I want you to have your own key to my place – for you to use whenever you visit.” Edward remembers a time, what feels like ages ago, when he’d made a key for Étienne. When he’d purposely made one for him, even though at the time he – hadn’t been comfortable with the idea of others seeing him with Étienne – with his friend visiting – and he’d never told Étienne he could keep the key. Étienne had obviously only used it during his few and far between stays, but – it had hurt Edward when Étienne hadn’t kept the key or absconded with it, as though Étienne was pushing him away or shunning him, even though Edward had never specified. Now, however, he is being clear with his intentions. He wants Étienne to have a key. To feel that he could come here whenever. That he is welcomed. That this is a safe place for him. A port in a storm and such.

 He wonders if Étienne is aware of all of its significance, and he must, for Étienne’s eyes mist over for a moment and he grows serious as he brushes a finger over the grooves and ridges of the key.

 “It’s yours,” He reiterates. “I want you to have it and use it. You come here anytime you want – you’re welcome here. I want you here, okay? And you can come back whenever – I don’t care if you make it home, wake up the next day and realise you want to return. You do that. I don’t want you to second guess yourself and wonder if you need to check first. You can stay here even if I’m not here. This place – my home – it’s – I want you here. You’re part of it. I –” He tries not to get choked up on his words, but he stumbles halfway through and gets thrown off balance when Étienne near topples them both off the bed when he semi-launches himself at him and hugs him tightly and closely. Only Mercury seems disgruntled by the sudden shift, but she settles back down.

 “Thank you,” Étienne says with all the sincerity of the world and Edward watches as he clutches the key tightly in his hand. He then puts it back in the box and moves on to the next present.

 This one is wrapped in tissue paper and doesn’t weigh much, but – Edward has spent ages on it. Months, really, and has made his best to finish it in time.

 It’s a mask, Étienne finds out, black fabric with intricate needle and beadwork motifs on the front.

 “I know you’ve been making your own and have quite a few,” Edward starts, as if he wants to defend his going away presents, “But, I liked the idea behind this one...”

 “Did you make this?” Étienne asks to be sure as his fingers dance over the carefully placed stitches and beads that form the motifs of his flag – the thistle, the shamrock, the lily, the rose, and the yellow pine. It’s an ode to him – to some of his roots and either Edward spent time making this for him, or he commissioned someone for it.

 “I – yeah, I did,” He admits.

 Étienne is quiet as he looks at the intricate details, still carefully feeling the beads and the stitches under his gentle caress as though worshiping the artisanship that went into it. Edward had been inspired by a local native company that had launched its own sets of masks and figured he could give it a go. It had been tedious work, but he enjoyed it. At first, his intention had been to mail it to Étienne, but once Étienne had shown up on his doorstep, he figured he could gift it to him at some point. Working on it while Étienne wasn’t around had proven a little difficult, since he wanted to keep it a surprise, but he’d managed.

 “It’s beautiful,” He says, voice filled with awe. Edward’s cheeks pink at the comment, but he’s pleased. He worked really hard on the design and the mask and he’s proud of the result. Now, he’s glad Étienne likes it. “I’ll wear it tomorrow,” He ads and Edward’s insides do a funny loop at that. There’s something alluring about the thought that Étienne wants to wear the mask he made and will actually wear it.

 “You didn’t have to go through all the trouble, though,” He says as he puts the mask carefully back in the bag.

 Edward sighs. He’s heard Étienne tell him he didn’t have to go through all the trouble for many things over the past few weeks and he’s quite frankly tired of it. “It was no trouble. None of this was any trouble. Having you over was not a trouble. I did everything – I keep doing everything I do – because I enjoy it. Because I like doing things for you and because you’re worth my time, okay? Now please get it through that thick mass of curls of yours or so help me.”

 Étienne offers him a quiet smile in return and Edward thinks it’s all worth it just for those little quiet smiles.

 “What’re you gonna do if it doesn’t get through then?”

 Edward recognises the teasing edge hidden behind Étienne’s words and he rolls his eyes fondly. At least Étienne teases back now. At least he’s on the road back to his regular self. At least, Étienne feels safe being himself around him again. Less and less of that guarded glass personality. No more polite smiles and empty conversations. They’re back to something similar to what they’d had before, friendship wise anyways. They’re working on the rest, but Edward feels confident about this. If anything, this month and a half or so has sped up the process. Helped mend a few bridges along the way and such. He’s thankful for that, if nothing else.

 “I don’t know, I might just have to force it down, for starters.” He offers back.

 There’s a spark in those pretty green-brown eyes he loves so much and it’s lit up with with mischief. He likes this version of Étienne – likes the playful edge he has.

 “Yeah? How so?”

 Edward scoffs and leans over so that he can claim Étienne’s lips with his own. He thinks he’s going for a surprise attack, but Étienne had seen it coming and wraps his arms around him and pulls him in for something much deeper. Edward sighs against his boyfriend’s lips and changes the pace for something much softer but lingering.

 This, by far, has been the best thing about Étienne’s prolonged stay with him; the exchange of plush kisses that never seem to end or quench his burning desire for more. There are still decades worth of catching up to do, but now they have time to make up for all those lost opportunities.

 The gifts are momentarily forgotten and Edward silently thrills as Étienne wraps his legs around his body and manages to dip his hand underneath his shirt to caress warm skin he’s ever so fond of. They don’t do more than heavy kissing, at least, not now, but it doesn’t matter; Edward feels more connected with Étienne than he ever did before and he’s content to stay here with him, even if all they do is talk and curl-up tight around each other.

 “Did that help a bit?” Edward asks when they pull away, later, faces flushed and lips kiss-swollen. He thinks Étienne looks beautiful this way and should always look like this with his tousled curly hair and pretty pink lips.

 “A bit. Might need a few more lessons before I leave, though. It would be such a shame if I went back home and forgot all about it.”

 Edward pecks the corner of his lips as a response, “Of course; it would be a pleasure.” He ads for good measure.

 Étienne takes the bag again and pulls out the last of the presents. It’s heavier than the other two and a little bulkier. Edward warns him to be careful with it and Étienne wonders what could possibly be in the box. He opens it with gentle, careful hands and moves the tissue paper around, until he finds the smallest of clay pots holding what seems like the tiniest of little plants.

 The plant looks both foreign and similar and Edward remains silent to see if Étienne will come to some conclusion. He touches the delicate leaves, deep in thought and Edward rubs his shoulder.

 “I can hear you thinking,” He parrots back to Étienne. His boyfriend looks away from the plant and up to him and Edward sees the questions running in his eyes.

 “It’s a plant. I’m trying to figure out why and I’m also – it looks familiar. But – I know it can’t and I’m probably misremembering something.”

 Edward beams and is relieved that Étienne more or less figured it out.

 “Indulge me, why does it look familiar?” He presses on and Étienne goes quiet again, looks at Mercury who is back to snoozing at the foot of the bed for now and then back up at Edward. His cheeks are a little pink and he looks a little uncertain.

 “I’m probably wrong. And – it’s fine if it’s not that. But – my sister gave me a succulent, ages ago. You came over once and a leaf snapped off. I was going to throw it out, but you wanted to keep it. Said you’d read something about how you can start a new plant with the leaf. Asked if you could keep it to try it out. I said to knock yourself out. I – we – shortly after that we – didn’t see each other much and neither of us brought up the leaf or the plant. Mine died, eventually. Either gave it too much water or forgot to water it once too many times. It – looks like that plant. Sort of. But – it can’t be.” He pauses, “Right?”

 Edward grins and presses a kiss to the top of his head. God, but he loves this man a stupid amount. “What if I told you that I got that leaf to develop into a plant and that I still have it?”

 Étienne blinks, “Impossible.”

 “It’s in the living room. You’ve seen it. Many times.”

 Étienne looks completely baffled and Edward can’t help but laugh. He has indeed seen the plant. Knows exactly which one Edward is referring to, but Étienne had never thought it was the same. Hadn’t even given it much thought. “This just goes to show you that there’s always hope – somehow. Even if you think something is over – that it’s gone for good – sometimes, things have a way of coming back – stronger than before.”

 “Who the hell gave you this much insight and what have you done with Edward Murphy?” Étienne says as a deflection from his thoughts that keep crashing in his mind, as he tries to make sense of all of this.

 Edward laughs, deep and rich and Étienne cracks a smile at that, “I’m just saying, it’s a good perspective to keep in mind.”

 Étienne nods and settles back against him, cradling the plant in his hands, “So, this is a cutting of it?”

 “An offset of it, yeah. I cut off a few of them in early April and then with you coming over and everything else, I thought it would be a nice gift.”

 Étienne examines the plant for a moment longer, before he carefully puts it back in the box and then the bag. “It is – thank you; I promise I’ll try my best to look after it.”

 “That’s all anyone ever asks – to do their best.”

 --

 When Edward wakes up the following morning, there’s already pleasant sunshine streaming through the curtains and he feels as though the weather is mocking him. He obviously knows that Étienne wouldn’t spend the rest of his life here in Edmonton with him, but – it would have been nice to have more time. He tells himself to be grateful for what he got and that’s how he starts the day.

 Breakfast is a quiet affair even if Calvin tries to liven it with his usual jokes and trivial talk. Normally, he welcomes the distraction, but this morning it feels out of place and Calvin must get it, for he stops as well and keeps to himself.

 Étienne excuses himself after he clears his dish and returns to the guestroom to finish packing before the drive to the airport. Calvin volunteers to take Mercury for a quick walk and Edward secretly wonders if Calvin isn’t giving him some space with Étienne before it’s time for him to go. Regardless, he’s happy for the diversion and thus finds himself sitting on the edge of the bed as Étienne throws in the last of his things, while making sure he isn’t leaving anything behind.

 “You’ll just have to come back and get them,” Edward says and he wants it to sound light and funny, but it comes out a little heavy instead. He’ll miss the bugger. Miss having him around and stealing hugs and kisses from him. Miss the late night talks and just being able to share the same space without rush.

 “Or, I can just drop by unannounced and crash. I have a key now, Murphy and I intent to use it.” To prove it, Étienne fishes out his own set of keys from the front pocket of his backpack and there, with Étienne’s set of house keys, Edward spots the keychain and key he had given Étienne the night before. The idea that the keys will be together – that the key to his place will be so readily accessible makes his heart flip this way and that.

 “You better; I would be extremely disappointed if you didn’t.”

 Étienne puts the keys back in the bag and then moves across the room to tackle Edward into a tight hug. Edward is only a little surprised and holds him close for a good long while.

 “Thank you, for absolutely everything,” Étienne tells him with all the sincerity of the world when they pull away slightly. “I promise I will call and do my best not to fall off the face of the earth.”

 “If you don’t, I swear I’ll find a way to track you down.” It might be a joke, but there is also truth behind the words. Edward will worry. It’s in his nature and he also genuinely wants his boyfriend to be all right. Not to spiral out of control and such. He hopes he won’t. He fears he will. Not because he doesn’t believe in Étienne, but because he knows how Étienne can get, despite his best intentions and the last thing he wants is for Étienne to feel as though he’s stuck in a situation he can’t get out of. Scared he’ll do something rash and irreversible. Scared Étienne won’t reach out to him and that he won’t be able to help.

 “Hey,” Étienne says and it brings him out of his own mental nightmare. Étienne reaches out for him and cards his fingers through his hair. Edward leans into the contact and lets out a deep breath. “I was going to take a shower,” He pauses for a moment and then offers him a kind smile, “Wanna join?”

 Edward chuckles, but nods and then gets up from the bed and follows Étienne to the washroom.

 --

 When they get to the airport and unload the car of Étienne’s luggage, the three of them hover by the truck, not really wanting to make it to the door of the airport, knowing that once they get there, this will truly be the end of this venture. It was agreed upon that Calvin would wait in the car, what with the new restrictions and not really knowing if “such a crowd” would be accepted. This way, at least, they can go through with the proper goodbyes without having to wear their masks or risk getting whisked away.

 “Y’know – if things quiet down some and we’re allowed to have fun again, you can come visit me this summer.” It’s a nice thought to have – something to look forward to, maybe and even if it doesn’t happen, it’s nice to know that Étienne wants him over and that he hasn’t grown tired of him after spending over a month and a half in his presence. “And – you’re invited too, Calvin – you’re both welcomed to my place any time, yeah?”

 He sounds a little unsure of himself, as if afraid he’s offering too much too soon but wanting to anyways and Edward’s heart swells. He’s ever so thankful that both Calvin and Étienne are trying. That they haven’t asked him to chose between one or the other and that they’re doing their best. He’d honestly feared at some point that it wouldn’t work out – that Calvin wouldn’t get it or that Étienne wouldn’t be able to get along with Calvin, but maybe even this little has helped the other two, in its own way. He can’t say that Calvin and Étienne have reached best friend status, but they’re slowly getting to know one another and it’s already a good enough start. With time, he hopes, they’ll get closer, but for now, he’s glad that the two men he loves most have decided that the best course of action is not to shun him for the way he feels about them both.

 “Yeah – I’d like that – it would be great to visit,” Calvin says, a little surprised by the invitation, but Edward can tell that he’s touched by it and would really like to visit as well.

 “Guess I’m off now, thanks again for everything,” Étienne reiterates for what feels like the millionth time that day. He steps up to Calvin first and Edward watches as Calvin goes for a handshake, but then Étienne swats his hand away and instead pulls him down for a hug. Calvin’s eyes widen in surprise, but then he quickly recovers and wraps his arms around Étienne’s waist.

 “Better take care of him, McCall. I know how to find you.” Étienne whispers to Calvin and Calvin knows that it’s a threat to be taken seriously.

 “Promise I will. You look after yourself as well – he needs you in his life too.”

 They part after that and after Calvin says goodbye to Mercury, Edward and Étienne, along with Mercury, head off towards the departures entrance. Étienne reaches out for his hand a few steps in and if they hold on to one another’s hands a little tighter than necessary, they don’t comment on it.

 “Text me when you get in?” Edward offers as a final platitude, trying to come up with something clever to say.

 “Text me whenever you think of me?” Étienne counters and Edward smiles and pulls him in for what might be the last hug for a long while.

 “Sure you can handle that many messages from me?”

 “From you, always.”

 Edward is, once more, taken aback – in all the good ways, by Étienne’s words and their sincerity. He settles instead for a caress to Étienne’s face and before his emotions get the best of him, he kneels in front of Mercury to say goodbye to her as well.

 “You take good care of him,” He tells her and whether or not Mercury understands, she acknowledges his recommendation by licking his face.

 “Come on, off with you, before you miss your flight.” He warns Étienne once he’s standing again.

 “I’m sure you wouldn’t object to that.”

 “I wouldn’t, but I know you really want to go home and – maybe the sooner you go, the sooner you’ll come back.”

 Étienne gives his hand a tight squeeze and finally, after a last goodbye, he heads towards security check.

 Edward watches them both go for a moment longer and waves to Étienne one last time, before he heads back towards the truck. He wonders if his heart will ever not feel this heavy when he’s at an airport with Étienne, but by the time he gets to the truck, he laughs when he finds a message on his phone from Étienne.

 “I know I’ve said it a million times, but really, thanks for everything. And not just this time. I’m really lucky to have you in my life. Miss you already and talk soon. I love you <3”

 His heart feels ever so full as he reads and re-reads the message and, as he gets into the truck, it gives him hope that really, things will end up working out.

 FIN

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