rpf. it doesn't take a doctorate to figure out that the road to knowing eddie redmayne - biblically or otherwise - is paved with questionable decisions. felicity jones/eddie redmayne.
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(no subject) Felicity Jones to Eddie Redmayne Dec 29, 2012
You're stalking my agent now?!?!
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re: (no subject) Eddie Redmayne to Felicity Jones Dec 29, 2012
can't help that your agent is married to mine. indie movies with a crafts services budget limited to the mcdonald's dollar menu won't cut it. I'm trying to put their kids through college - stop being selfish and read the script!!!
eddie
ps- I'll make it worth your while
re: (no subject) Felicity Jones to Eddie Redmayne Dec 29, 2012
Please tell me that wasn't a dick reference.
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re: (no subject) Eddie Redmayne to Felicity Jones Dec 29, 2012
I'm not a treadaway
eddie
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Felicity knows better than to answer calls from him when she's on the tube - or ever, really - but since Eddie joked about listing her as his emergency contact, Felicity has had the irrational fear that the one time she won't take his call is when he'll be bleeding to death in a stateside hospital after getting run over by a long haul driver who was blinded by his fiery red hair and ugly ill-fitting pajama-jeans (jean-jamas? pa-jeans? Romola's maternity pants?) at five in the morning.
She especially knows it's a bad idea when Eddie is trying to do something as insane as convince her that she should totally come to the states a few weeks early to be his plus one to the Golden Globes while he talks her into playing his wife in a Stephen Hawking biopic.
"We'll make a month of it," Eddie says over shitty cell service that he is intensely committed to because of bandwidth or rollover or something geeky and technological. He tried to explain his hopeless devotion to AT&T once, but Felicity found herself falling into a light coma in the middle of his spiel and took to asking if Amanda had defied the Les Mis vocal coach's strict orders by raiding the hotel mini-bar as soon as they'd landed in France while he needled her about being jealous of Seyfried's dirty pillows. ("Jesus, are you twelve?")
"If I went to the Golden Globes, I'd have to pretend that I actually watched your dumb musical," Felicity says meanly.
"Oh please," he snorts. "Don't lie to the guy who has your dog-eared novel at home. You fucking loved it."
Felicity rolls her eyes and regrets ever letting him know she was a fan. Inevitably, every conversation with Eddie leads to her regretting something or another. If she had a therapist, he'd tell her that that's the mark of a questionable relationship, but it doesn't take a doctorate to figure out that the road to knowing Eddie Redmayne - biblically or otherwise - is paved with questionable decisions.
"...and then you can take me to Utah," Eddie's saying, his voice just a shade lower than normal as he takes care to keep his tone casual like casual friends who take holidays from their lives to hang out for a month. Casual actor friends most certainly would, she tells herself and tries not to hear his heart beating out of his chest.
Felicity hums over the line as she pretends to think it over. She can see him now, trying to put out his cigarette with one hand and tie a Windsor knot with the other, all while trying to figure out which velvet Burberry suit he wants to wear to the Bulgarian premiere of his movie.
"You might be too maynestream for the Sundance crowd," Felicity finally answers, the smirk leaking into her voice as she thinks about the dreaded article that she literally cut out of a magazine so she could haunt him with it forever.
"I'll have you know that I once did an incest movie, Miss Jones," he counters. "That buys me an indie card for life."
rpf. it doesn't take a doctorate to figure out that the road to knowing eddie redmayne - biblically or otherwise - is paved with questionable decisions. felicity jones/eddie redmayne.
1.
(no subject)
Felicity Jones
to Eddie Redmayne
Dec 29, 2012
You're stalking my agent now?!?!
Sent via my iPhone.
re: (no subject)
Eddie Redmayne
to Felicity Jones
Dec 29, 2012
can't help that your agent is married to mine. indie movies with a crafts services budget limited to the mcdonald's dollar menu won't cut it. I'm trying to put their kids through college - stop being selfish and read the script!!!
eddie
ps- I'll make it worth your while
re: (no subject)
Felicity Jones
to Eddie Redmayne
Dec 29, 2012
Please tell me that wasn't a dick reference.
Sent via my iPhone.
re: (no subject)
Eddie Redmayne
to Felicity Jones
Dec 29, 2012
I'm not a treadaway
eddie
2.
Felicity knows better than to answer calls from him when she's on the tube - or ever, really - but since Eddie joked about listing her as his emergency contact, Felicity has had the irrational fear that the one time she won't take his call is when he'll be bleeding to death in a stateside hospital after getting run over by a long haul driver who was blinded by his fiery red hair and ugly ill-fitting pajama-jeans (jean-jamas? pa-jeans? Romola's maternity pants?) at five in the morning.
She especially knows it's a bad idea when Eddie is trying to do something as insane as convince her that she should totally come to the states a few weeks early to be his plus one to the Golden Globes while he talks her into playing his wife in a Stephen Hawking biopic.
"We'll make a month of it," Eddie says over shitty cell service that he is intensely committed to because of bandwidth or rollover or something geeky and technological. He tried to explain his hopeless devotion to AT&T once, but Felicity found herself falling into a light coma in the middle of his spiel and took to asking if Amanda had defied the Les Mis vocal coach's strict orders by raiding the hotel mini-bar as soon as they'd landed in France while he needled her about being jealous of Seyfried's dirty pillows. ("Jesus, are you twelve?")
"If I went to the Golden Globes, I'd have to pretend that I actually watched your dumb musical," Felicity says meanly.
"Oh please," he snorts. "Don't lie to the guy who has your dog-eared novel at home. You fucking loved it."
Felicity rolls her eyes and regrets ever letting him know she was a fan. Inevitably, every conversation with Eddie leads to her regretting something or another. If she had a therapist, he'd tell her that that's the mark of a questionable relationship, but it doesn't take a doctorate to figure out that the road to knowing Eddie Redmayne - biblically or otherwise - is paved with questionable decisions.
"...and then you can take me to Utah," Eddie's saying, his voice just a shade lower than normal as he takes care to keep his tone casual like casual friends who take holidays from their lives to hang out for a month. Casual actor friends most certainly would, she tells herself and tries not to hear his heart beating out of his chest.
Felicity hums over the line as she pretends to think it over. She can see him now, trying to put out his cigarette with one hand and tie a Windsor knot with the other, all while trying to figure out which velvet Burberry suit he wants to wear to the Bulgarian premiere of his movie.
"You might be too maynestream for the Sundance crowd," Felicity finally answers, the smirk leaking into her voice as she thinks about the dreaded article that she literally cut out of a magazine so she could haunt him with it forever.
"I'll have you know that I once did an incest movie, Miss Jones," he counters. "That buys me an indie card for life."
(cont.)
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