#[ my time is gold ] queue

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Thank you to everyone supporting the “it’s a body suit but it’s the angel equivalent of nude colored” agenda.

You understood the assignment. Best of both worlds.

[my-screenshot-dump]

[zombeesknees]

#as tom hardy recently said so eloquently: ‘where’s the wretch’ - MUST be pathetic in some way or gfto #robby benson understood the assignment

Director Kirk Wise, screenwriter Linda Woolverton, and actor Robby Benson on casting the Beast [x]

They gave me an incredible amount of freedom. I didn't want Beast to be a cartoon character. I played it as though I were doing a Broadway show. As if this was a living person. And I wanted him to be funny. By funny, I don't mean shtick or one-liners. I am talking about real comedy. When real comedy works, and is truthful, especially with the Beast, it comes out of the fact that he is so pathetic. For some reason, I really understood that. Ha! Because of that, they gave me a lot of leeway. [x]

My first audition was recorded on, of all things, a Sony Walkman. As a musician, I had branched out into recording engineer and loved to play with sound. When I saw the Sony Walkman I knew it had a little condenser microphone in it, and if I were to get too loud, the automatic compressor and built-in limiter would 'squash' the voice— and there would be very little dynamic range to the performance. I did a quick assessment and wondered how many people who had come in to audition for the part were making that error: playing the Beast with overwhelming decibels, compressing the vocal waveforms. I decided to give the Beast 'range.' Because of my microphone technique, and an understanding of who I wanted Beast to be, they kept asking me to come back and read different dialogue. After my fifth audition, Jeffrey Katzenberg the hands-on guardian of the film, said the part was mine…

Beauty and the Beast was so refreshingly fun and inventively creative to work on that I couldn't wait to try new approaches to every line of dialogue. Don Hahn is one of the best creative producers I have ever worked with. The two young directors, Kirk Wise and Gary Trousdale, were fantastic and their enthusiasm was contagious. I not only was allowed to improvise, but they encouraged it. It never entered my mind that I was playing an animated creature. I understood the torment that Beast was going through: he felt ugly; had a horrible opinion of himself, and had a trigger-temper. Those are things that, if done right, are the perfect ingredients for comedy. Painful and pathetic comedy— but honest. The kind of comedy I understood...

In the feature world of Disney animation, the actors always recorded their dialogue alone in a big studio, with only a microphone and the faint images of the producers, writers, directors and engineer through a double-paned set of acoustic glass. Paige O'Hara and I became good friends; it was her idea that for certain very intimate scenes, such as when Beast is dying, we record together. We were able to play these scenes with an honest conviction that is often absent in the voice-over world...

The success of this film was the culmination of a team effort but I must say, the honors go to the animators— and for me (Beast), that's Glen Keane — and to Howard Ashman and Alan Menken. This was the perfect example of a crew who 'cared'. And the final results (every frame) of the film represent that sentiment. [x]

[mxnstersarereal]

Tag dump part i, ooc & character inspo

[the-deadlock-south]

love how i keep saying i dont play mercy but she's my fourth most-played hero

[x-terminatcr]

//tag drop

[specialized-rexan]

#I want to draw that too😏 #angels bleed gold so they blush gold I said what I said

#It works with Lucifer anyway 'cause he's got the complexion of a blank sheet of PAPER

I didn't like how condensed everything was in my last post, the quality was kinda meh so I cut it up to make it easier to view.

[nopoodles]

Someone remind me that it's a good idea to present my stuff in a professional manner as an author.

Someone tell me that putting the work into changing titles for my short stories so all the series specific ones follow a set title structure is worth it because readers will have an easier time finding them.

Even if it means updating all my links... Again.

[detergentdegradation]

Stoned, listening to Ultraviolence… I’m doing so good 🤡🤠

[zombeesknees]

#can’t fully describe the marvellous whiplash of saturday morning cartoons in the 90s #when you’d get like hanna barbera goofiness and then maybe gummi bears #and then this opening started up with that grandiose orchestral theme #and the storyline would be ‘man poisons people with psychotropic hallucinogens’ #or ‘man kidnaps homeless people en masse to a forced labour camp’ #or ‘protagonist’s friend has a massive nervous breakdown and develops an alter ultraviolent persona’ #and that’s just season 1 #i mean it is a show for kids and it’s still 20 easily-digestible minutes but those are all very real episode plots #like wake up kids it’s 8am TIME FOR NOIR

Batman: The Animated Series - an iconic opening

[ariestess]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Characters: Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hyperion Heights (Once Upon a Time), Cursed Hyperion Heights (Once Upon a Time), Established Relationship, Light Dom/sub, tit fucking, Praise Kink, Punishment and Reward, kinktober 2023 Series: Part 14 of Sweet and Tangy, Part 2 of Kinktober 2023 Summary:

Roni has disobeyed her Daddy's rules and now must take her punishment like a good girl.

[wlwsoccerfics]

Club Support(RenéeSlegersXKyraCooneyCrossXSlegersReader)

Summary: you go to a Game to support your Mom and the team. One of the Girls Starts flirting with you without knowing who you are.

You sat in the friend and family section during the Game against Aston Villa. Your moms Team won 4-1. You were quite proud of your Mom. She was the new headcoach for Arsenal, which always happened to be your favorite Team. Altough you weren't doing anything Football related. You were a firefighter/EMT. You just turned 23 and enjoyed working out. You did Basketball as a hobby.

After the game you walked onto the field. Before you could approach your Mom a brunette showed up right in front of you.

"well hello. Who do we have here? You must have fallen from heaven cause you look like an Angel!" Kyra said with a Mix of flirting and trying to Joke. You giggled a little.

"Not am Angel. Just a firefighter & EMT." You explained. "And my Name is y/n!" You added on. Renée was watching the whole interaction from a few feet away, standing next to Steph & Leah.

"does she know she is flirting with your daughter?" Leah asked.

"nope! She wasn't there when y/n picked me up after practice last time! She was in with the Physio." Your mom answered.

"Oh little pest is in for an emotional Rollercoaster once she finds out." Steph replied with a soft chuckle escaping her lips. Both Leah & your Mom were laughing. You glanced over to them. Knowing exactly what they were laughing about.

You then return to look at Kyra who then proceeded to flirt asking if she can buy a calender of you dressed in your firefighter gear.

"you can't buy a calender but if you play your cards right i can make you one!"you told her, winking at her. The face she made when you said this was priceless and you weren't the only one thinking that cause now your Mom, Leah and Steph where joined by Lia, Alessia, Katie , Caitlin & Beth.

"oh this Is fun to watch!" Beth said. Alessia and the others couldn't help but agree.

"even as one of her best friends i have to agree with you!" Alessia answered.

"this Is comedy gold!" Katie stated.

"can i take you on a date then. Cause i am sure i can Play my cards right!" Kyra let you know.

"i love your confidence!" You answered. Waiting for a few seconds to add something to your statement. "I mean it's so bold of you to just ask me out and flirt with me while my Mom is around!" You let her know.

"where is your Mom?" She asked and looked around. "What does she look like?" Kyra wanted to know. Which was your moms queue to walk over. The Girls from her team where excited about this like it was Christmas Eve.

"i see you have met my daughter." Your mom said and smiled amused. Patting Kyras shoulder and hugging you. You hug her back.

"hi Mom!" You replied. Laughing at kyras face. She stared at the two of you, mouth wide open and her eyes looked like they were gonna fall out of her skull. She was brought back to the Moment by all the Girls laughing. Katie was bend over, hitting her knees with her fists. She absolutly lost it.

"oh pest this Is hilarious!" Steph said in between laughs. Kyra flipped her off, she was about to walk away in embarrassment but you stopped her, gently holding her arm.

"so about that Date? how about i take you out tonight? Or you could come to my place and i can cook for you!" You suggested.

"but Renée, i mean your Mom is my Coach..." She started but your mom interrupted her before things would get awkward again.

"my daughter is an adult. So are you! If you want to go on a date i am all for it as long as it doesn't affect your performance in a negative way!" Your mom told her.

"thank you! It won't!" Kyra said with a smile. You kissed her cheek.

"Take a shower and then meet me in the parking lot. I am taking you home with me right away for Dinner and a movie!" You told her. She walked past the girls, now she was the one grinning and the Girls looked quite impressed that she actually managed to get a date with you after that.

Didn't take long for you to get together and you went to almost every Game. When you weren't working of course. Wearing an Arsenal Jersey with cooney-cross written on the back of course.

[pheroyyay]

please tell us everything about titLITE please 🙏

okay so. firstly picture the whole tit set in your mind. now replace the backdrop with a projector screen and literally everything else with cardboard boxes. the humble cardboard box really carried the show.

the dioramas were cardboard boxes with pictures of the actual dioramas glued inside them. and naturally dan's ken was a qui gon jinn doll with a lightsaber who SPOKE and phil was goku. they got distracted by this a lot.

the golden pig was a tiny gold koala moneybox.

they did have sister daniel and father philip outfits wahoo!

they did not have boxing outfits rip. but they had replacement colour coded stuff! the boxing ring was made out of stanchions (those things they use to direct queues).

the phlit/mailbox/silver preshow question box was a little koala backpack.

dan said 'thank GOD we're not in america anymore. i mean, we love them, but thank god' a lot. they also acknowledged and appreciated their rpf win status.

caps still seem to be unavailable from the merch stands! photo cards also sold out.

had the time of my life 10/10 would go again.

[streetslost]

         ARMS STRETCHED WIDE, taking in the sunlight even if the long sleeves of over-worn sweater guarded her from the direct touch. still, the warmth seeped through and tickled her flesh, enticing her to draw in a sharp and sudden breath, almost as though it BURNED. really, there was just that sensation of confusion with the feeling of being alive. of physical experiences that weren't pain, numbness, hunger, frustration... a simple thing; feeling the embrace of the light. yet, it was a moment she had to cling to even in the midst of chaotic conversation with her unusual being.

       a f r i e n d? could such a phrase apply to him by this point? the street rat wasn't certain. what even constituted a friend? was it merely trust, was it an enjoyment of presence, was it knowing deep secrets? what sort of connection was required for such a label, or was it the sort of assignment that was ever-changing depending on the person, the circumstance, the need. a stranger could be a friend if they assisted you for a moment but never even revealed their name... but the person you had hung out with every day for years was also a friend. different types, perhaps, different reasons. cat was almost timid to address anyone with any sort of compassion beyond acquaintance at best. if only because being l e f t, forgotten, unwanted by such a shallow figure didn't cut so sharp. she could feel indifference.

                            but a friend felt heavier.

         "hm..." acknowledgement to his response, contemplating the words and insinuations in her mind. she wasn't intelligent by book standards, but there was an intuition about her for reading others. not the sort that allowed her to know depths from a mere glance, but she tended to gather the subtle clues. lies or uncertainties... when there was MORE to a story or a need to shut off engagement entirely. she could tell she wouldn't be gathering any details, but there came one other inquiry to her chest that sat there and burned.

                           did she want to know the answer?

        "did you actually murder anyone... or did you just... fail to save 'em?" some might not have spotted a difference, she figured. but cat would see a glaring spark of conflict. the INTENTIONS mattered. though perhaps such things played far stronger to the minds of someone who felt as though no one had ever tried to save her ( not since a long, long time ago... ). it was a feeling she missed.

                              that someone even cared enough to try. 

{➹} – OVER THE YEARS the hedgehog knew he had left quite a bit to be desired for Cat. Part of that was undoubtedly his not wanting to put a damper on their meetings by recalling the events that had made up his life, made him who he was. Another part was that he simply wasn’t good about talking about himself, convinced not many people really cared and were just looking for a story. Not to mention his life had been far from rainbows and butterflies until recently, full of things he would rather not think about if he didn’t have to.

Yet, he also realized that he might have known more about Cat, inferred or not, than she did about him. And that was hardly fair.

“Specifically? It ranges from the usual praise, putting me on a pedestal like people have been for years, t’ things as simple as I’m a murderer.” There was a bitterness in his voice as he said the last word, though it was marked with a hurt as well as he shook his head. “’S a long story, but things got bad back home, an’ I couldn’t stop them from getting worse until we…lost a lot of people. People blamed me, and still do.”

And the thing was, he couldn’t blame some of those people either. They had lost family, loved ones, and had to watch as the hero had come back to life thanks to extraneous events and they didn’t. He got to live, while they died. And that was his greatest regret about it all. But it was hardly a conversation he wanted Cat to think about. Not for fear of judgement, but because it was a lengthy story, too many parts to recall in a single afternoon.

“I can’t argue there, but ’s part of the reason I did what I did. It may just be one small thing, but at least I know my daughter and the kids coming int’ the world now won’t have t’ deal with what I did,” he said matter of factly, but still offered a sort of sympathetic smile to Cat as she wandered. “Of course I know ’s not the case everywhere. I wish it were different, who knows what the worlds would be like then.”

[endereies]

YOU'RE MY PRIZE - MS

No Nut November - Day 17

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ Matt brings you to the carnival and wins just for you

When Matt said he had a surprise for you, you weren’t expecting to get out the vehicle at the main entrance of a famous carnival. 

It was only set up a few times a year, and with the queues, it wasn’t always an ideal situation. Ever since moving in with Matt, you’ve blabbed every time it sets up a new spot. After all, it was famous. The rides they hosted weren’t your average roller coasters and took several days to set up. Of course it had the classic helter-skelter and teacups. It was only when you looked deeper you saw the abundance of attractions. Set up haunted houses that genuinely left people horrified, stalls that seemed from creative aspect, and of course the Ferris wheel that was littered in light.  

“You’re kidding?!” The child like part of you rushed out as you jumped up and down, grabbing Matt’s tatted arm like a vice. 

“Figured it seemed like a perfect time” He wasn’t wrong about that, your anniversary had just past and he grabbed tickets off the website. You knew something was planned when you read through his card but he didn’t let up. His lips were sealed over the past week or so as you begged him for answers. Now that you had them and it was beaming in front of you, how could you ever complain. 

Once the roads were all clear, his hand was dragged by yours to the grand entrance. After all this time of you dreaming, it was stood before you. 

Matt handed over his phone to the manager and she handed it back, along with two tickets. You’d scanned everyone else’s ticket before yours and they seemed to be a lime scale sort of green. Yet yours were a deep purple. Your boyfriend thanked the manager before laughing at your confused face. “Read it, baby...”  

So, you did. The bold letters ‘VIP’ covered the back of the ticket in a gold colour. “What!” 

“If I am treating m’girl tonight, I’m doing it right. After all you deserve it”  

You both stopped walking as you practically tackled his side. Both of your hands gripped his body tightly, shoving your head into his shoulder “Thank you!” 

“You can thank me after, how about we enjoy ourselves.” 

Most of the evening was a collective of rides a day stalls. With the upgraded tickets that Matt got, most of the queues were cut short. But after a long while of the intense rides, the pair of you decided to sit down on a bench and eat some food. You both got burgers which you could see the steam come from as your order was handed to you. The homemade milkshake relaxed the bouts of energy inside. It was a comfortable silence you were in, one that left the sounds of the crowd, chewing and slurping in its wake. Your eyes started to scan the many stalls you had yet to venture down.  

Those games always seemed a scam and yet the child like spirit inside invited you so willingly. Matt giggled when he saw you eye up a certain stall. It was a line up of wooden clown slabs which had a bunch of cricket balls a few metres away. They seemed heavy in the way they shook but your eyes traced all the designs of them. 

“Want to go over?” Your shock from his voice made him giggle before repeating himself so you heard. “baby, do you want to do that one?”  

You knew he saw you gawk at it so there was no point in hiding your excitement. “Absolutely!” 

The burgers were quickly finished and discarded before you walked straight towards the  red stall, the stripes on the outside calling you. 

“Hey you two, think you can handle this?” The host gestured animatedly towards the rows of clowns. A smirk crossed your face as you instantly grabbed a note from your wallet and handed it to him. Matt finally met your side after you rushed ahead, watching a group of balls land just by your stomach. It was a lot more than the number of clowns and as soon as a timer started you knew why. 

After picking up the first ball, you swung your arm to throw at the centre of a clown’s face. The wood wobbled before clattering backwards. With spawned courage another ball quickly followed a larger clown and yet it barely moved.  

Sure you weren’t strong but even kids played this game, you couldn’t be that bad, right? By the time the buzzer for the timer rang, only four got pushed over. You hadn’t meant to sulk but your expression was clear. It was towards an obvious plushie you must’ve noticed, it was a cute otter stuffed animal that was curled up around its tail. 

“Let me have a go.” Matt’s voice was stern as he slammed a note on the wood next to the abandoned ball bucket. Your body turns back and the bag of balls gets replaced while the machine holds up the four clowns you knocked over previously. 

While they do so, you remain quiet so Matt can focus. His hand rises as he tosses the ball up and down in his palm, gathering its weight. Once the signal was given he leant back and pelted the ball, hammering down the clown you first attempted. It fell with such ease. 

Years of lacrosse and hockey built his strength and precision, he wasn’t going to disappoint. Ball after ball, each clown was clattering as they fell, rebounding slightly on the floor. He only stumbled on a few as when that buzzer rang, the last one bounced and sounded on the concrete. He tossed a spare ball into the bucket and handed it back to the host who was a little shocked at the intense strong skill he had. 

“Well..sir, which shall be your prize.” He smirked at you before he spoke. “That bottom otter please.” 

The host jumped slightly to grab the large otter off its hook and handed it to Matt. “Here. Congratulations!” They smiled at each other before setting up a game for another child. 

“Here baby, think this belongs to you.” Your face lit up as he pushed it towards you. “I saw you eyeing it up after you played. 

“Matt...you didn’t have to, this is so sweet” As much as you tried to hide it, you were so giddy to finally hold its softness against your chest. It was the perfect material and softness, it only made you thank Matt harder. 

“I love you Matt, thank you...” His hand came up to your chin, tilting your head towards him. 

“I love you more baby, besides, you’re my prize.” 

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© ENDEREIES 2024

[leashybebes]

blue and gold outtake

for @kissmyashes who wanted to know what buck and gina talked about on their trip to the taco truck in chapter 13.

"So," Gina says, keeping her eyes on the road. "You and Tommy, huh."

Buck, feeling sun-baked, salt drying on his skin from splashing about in the water with her, looks over.

"Oh," he says. "Is this the shovel talk?"

She shoots a narrow eyed glance at him. "Does it need to be?"

"I-I don't think so? I just figured if it happened, it'd be Sal."

Gina laughs and swats his shoulder. "Nah, he's a pussycat."

Buck gives her a sceptical look and she shrugs one shoulder.

"Mangy, one-eyed dumpster cat with a crooked tail," she amends. "But y'know. That's my guy."

They hit traffic and she huffs a sigh.

"Fuckin' LA. But it gives us time to talk."

"So it is the shovel talk?"

"Nah. Look, I love Tommy. Love the guy. But there's a reason he gets on so well with Sal."

"What's that?"

"He's an idiot," Gina says, flat but somehow still affectionate. "He told us some about what happened before. When he walked out on you."

"Oh," Buck says. "It's - yeah, that sucked. But we're good."

"Yeah, he told us that, too. I'm just saying. You ever think it looks like he's getting ready to run again, you call us, okay? We're world experts in not letting Tommy walk away from people who love him. I'll send Sal over to beat some sense into him if I have to."

"Oh," Buck says again, more touched than he expected. "Thank you."

She shrugs and pulls into a parking spot across from a taco truck with a decent queue of people outside.

"The trick with him is you just gotta get your claws in deep and not let him wriggle."

"Got it," Buck says with a grin. "Tacos are on me. Call it a trade for the insider info."

"Hey, I'm not arguing that," Gina says, tucking her arm through his and pulling him towards the truck. She barely reaches his shoulder, but she's a powerhouse of a woman and Buck is fiercely glad that Tommy has her in his corner.