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baekchelor · 5 years ago

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𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

pairings: George Mackay x reader genre: romantic comedy rating: pg13 synopsis: on the set of his new film, golden boy George Mackay learns a basic human truth: that the heart is deceitful above all things.

❝ have you ever been in love? horrible isn’t it? it makes you so vulnerable. it opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.❞ ―neil gaiman

ONE | SCRIPTS & BONDS ◄ ᴘʀᴇᴠ

The first read-through for Dharma happens three weeks later at a film studio in London. Although George allowed Daisy to sleep at his place last night, he didn't even say goodbye when he walked out on the girl deeply asleep on the wrong side of the bed. He wanted to be early as usual, and leaving coffee ready on the kitchen counter didn't fall bellow a No-Strings-Attached relationship, so he didn't bother. There are only Greta Gerwig and some staffers to greet when he's ushered into the venue.

"Y/N isn't here yet," George observes, tired blue orbs scanning the room.

"Don't worry," Alma smiles. She's already slipped a coffee cup into his hand, the way she always does in work mornings when she's well aware George is still half-asleep. The boy snickers to himself, his manager is so predictable. "She'll be here."

"She's probably still with Henry," George surmises. Y/N isn't known as The Witcher’s princess for nothing.

Alma shrugs, encouraging to slurp his Americano and mind his own business. George is well aware this chat makes him look foolish and inexplicably jealous. Thankfully, Alma gossips along, "I don't doubt for a second she may have slept with him last night. But she won't be sleeping in, I can guarantee you that." George tilts his head, asking for more in tell. Alma's red-stained lips stretch open in a yawn. "She always comes on the dot, apparently. Never early, never late."

More interested than he should, and with an amused grin, he consults the time on his phone. Nine o'clock. "Thirty more minutes, then." He places the iPhone on the table in front of him, next to his script. "Let's time her." Alma chuckles, shaking her head. George plays dumb, opting to dramatically smell his coffee before proceed and take another sip from his cup. He picks up the thick white booklet, lines already colour-coded per actor, and starts to read through it.

Dharma is set in 1857 India. Aakesh, a penniless Hindi boy —portrayed by Dev Patel, the main lead— has always known his social standing is a consequence of wrongdoing in his past life. Y/N plays Marina, a wealthy Spanish girl Aakesh believes to be his past life love and the trigger of his attempts to clean his karma. George's character becomes involved when Colonel Edmund Thorn (Michael Fassbender), concerned about the safety of his fianceé, Marina, assigns James as her personal guard. They fall in love.

Thumbing through the middle section of his script, where the plot starts to thicken, it suddenly dawns on George how much acting this movie is going to require of him. His character demands him to declare his devotion to Marina with mere gazes, words few. Still, each movement of his body vociferates a heartfelt love, deepest that any he's ever impersonated.

George closes his eyes, trying to get in character. He imagines himself having this conversation with someone he desperately loves. He pictures Daisy in his head. Her thick, ash blonde hair and smiling eyes, the pink warm of her cheeks and the heat of her mouth when he kisses her.

It feels like cheating, though, because his character is supposed to be in love with Marina, and although Daisy is a girl he enjoys spending time with, he is not in love with her.

George's sigh exits in a long, laboured stream of breath.

"Everything all right?"

The voice is sweet, with an upward lilt to it. It sounds hesitant too, but like it's trying not to be.

The boy looks up. Y/N is studying him, dark-haired and flushed, the expression on her face shy.

"Oh, hello there," George smiles, clearing his head of its haze. He rises from his seat and extends a hand. "I'm George."

"I know," she giggles, holding it. Her palm is cold, whereas George's is warm. "I'm Y/N. I really admire your work. I’m a big fan… Probably had seen all your movies."

George can't help feeling a little sheepish at that. "Thank you," he says. Their arms fall back to their sides. "Same here. Without the 'I'm Y/N' part," he jokes, and he wants to slap himself for being that lame.

"Geo’s friend is a big fan of your boyfriend," Alma quips from behind her. She's too practical to ever get star struck. "I'm Alma, by the way. Geo's manager."

Y/N smiles charmingly as she shakes Alma's hand. And George finds himself in a daze, he loves the way she behaves, how her voice sounds like and the welcoming aura she irradiates.

<< The fuck is wrong with you?>>

"Nice to meet you, Alma." She turns back to George and smiles wider. She has small, pink lips; like petals. "I can arrange a meet and greet if you'd like."

"Thank you," George says, smiling back in spite of himself.

Y/N's eyes twinkle as she coyly shrugs her shoulders. She's wearing a tight little skirt George is sure Daisy owns too. It just doesn't look as good on her as it does on the girl who's currently in front of him.

"Whoa! Look at us getting along," she cheers, eyes transformed into two crescent moons, "Must confess I came prepared to try to break the ice." She seems to check herself then, pursing her mouth and laughing all of a sudden. "Sorry, that made it sound like we're going on a blind date or something."

George laughs along because her giggles are contagious and it is kind of funny. "We kind of are? We're playing star-crossed lovers and didn't even do a chemistry test. I'm pretty much going into this thing blind."

"Aren't we?" Y/N looks like she's glad to find someone in the same boat. "I was just telling--"

"Henry" George quips. His mouth stills awkwardly over the last syllable. He's not sure why he's letting himself be so familiar with this girl when they've only just met.

Y/N doesn't seem to mind, though. "Oh, no, no," she rolls back on her heels, "Henry and I are kinda...well..."

It puts George at ease for some reason. "Oh I see," he says affably with absolutely no bite to it, and Y/N's soft smile flashes again. "You were saying?"

"I was saying," she continues, "I was telling Dev about the no chemistry test thing, and he goes:" her voice fakes a man's voice, heavy British accent and everything, "you guys don't need it. Look at you both! Would look so good together.'" Y/N shakes her head a little, chuckling as she exhales. "I wasn't sure how to react."

"My friend Dean said the same thing," a smile creeps without George's consent as he confesses Dean's mischief. Y/N lets out a soft Oh. "I guess we just, I dunno-"

"You just have natural chemistry," Greta pipes up out of nowhere. She softly squeezes Y/N's cheek fondly. "Still on time, uh? You never change."

"It's all on Vanessa," she giggles with equal fondness. Vanessa is her manager slash personal assistant. George thinks the actress relationship with Greta is reasonable since they've worked together before in a movie he can't remember the name, but she stared alongside Timotheé Chalamet.

The director strikes up a bit of small talk about Y/N's last movie, The Selection, where she and Tom Holland bring the book to life in Netflix's screens. If George remembers it correctly, Holland plays a prince and Y/N portrays a commoner who is selected to compete for the prince's heart. The movie seems a cringe, but for some weird reason, George has decided to watch it once he gets home. Hopefully, Daisy will be gone by then, and the boy would stop at the convenience store to buy beer and popcorn.

George picks up his phone. Stealthily, he checks the time. Nine thirty-five. He and Y/N have been talking for approximately five minutes.

<<On the dot>>, he thinks to himself, recalling Alma's words. Then he hears his name. "Pardon?"

Y/N is saying, "I'll go sit with Dev. Catch up with you later?"

"Yeah, of course," due to his actor demeanour George can hide the disappointment trapped between his words. He understands she has to sit with Dev, their characters interact throughout the entirety of the film. "Do what you have to do."

"Talk to you later then," she shoots him a bright smile, her pink gums gleaming inside of it.

Greta is calling for the rest of the cast to take their seats around the square actors' table. Call it luck, but Dev and Y/N's sits are right across the chair labelled Mackay. The brit places his phone back on the table and slides into his chair.

"By the way," she says, turning around again. "Do I call you, George? Or..."

"Or?" flipping back to the first page of the script, he folds the cover back neatly as he questions the girl with his eyes.

"Your manager called you Geo." Y/N returns her inquisitive gaze. "That's your nickname?"

"Sort of," George laughs. "Very few people call me that way."

"May I?"

He shrugs, "Sure." As he rubs his palm over the script, he decides, on a whim, to try something new. How James, his character, calls her: "Ms Marina."

The crinkles in the corners of Y/N's eyes make the risk worth it.

"Okay," she says, walking backwards with her hands entwined. "Let's have fun today, Geo."

"Flirty Thirty” A gleam of the eye, a quirk of the lip, and it isn't Marina talking anymore, is Y/N tittering.

The room erupts in laughter. George's laughing the hardest of all.

"Y/N," Greta scolds half-heartedly. "Don't break character."

"Sorry, G," Y/N apologizes sweetly. "I thought I would break the ice."

Somehow, George finds himself smiling.

Today marks the fourth official Dharma read-through, and the tenth time they've gone over the entire script. George gets why Y/N is antsy; he is too. He can't wait to start filming in Mumbai, to smell the air of the streets, hear the whir of traffic and fast-paced Hindi. He can't wait to feel James in his bones in every take, the character encasing him, flesh and blood.

Fact is read-throughs are boring. So d*mn repetitive. George is just glad he's got perfect girl Y/N Y/L/N around to make things bearable.

Gerwig sighs in resignation. "Let's break for lunch," she says, addressing the entire group, "Reconvene in an hour."

George catches Y/N's eye and mouths, Padella? Y/N nods vigorously, flashing two thumbs up and a bright smile. The one the boy has grown fond of.

"I'm dying," George tells her a few minutes later as they walk to the restaurant. Luckily for both, it is near the film studio.

"Same here," she agrees. "One last read-through then India, here we come!"

"But we go through the script three times each meeting," George is half-whining, half-sniggering at the way Y/N's eyes roll to the back of her head. "We'll probably take even longer than usual today because of your little adlib."

"Sorry..."

"It was fun, though." Quickly, George reaches out to ruffle the hair on the top of Y/N's head. He wants to touch her. He just doesn't know why nor how and he doesn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. He cares too much for her. "Not a lot of laughs in this love story of ours."

Y/N doesn't bother smoothing down the mess. "Can you imagine loving someone as much, Geo?"

"Uhm..." George brushes a fingertip against his own fringe. He needs to get it trimmed before they start the live shoots. "I don’t know. Their love is something out of this world.”

"Yeah," Y/N watches the movement casually. "It is."

They get to the restaurant and the waiter, who is clearly a fan of hers, greets them enthusiastically.

"You two are so good looking," she gushes, but George knows the compliment is directed at Y/N. The waiter, who's tag reads Flo, merely is trying to be polite by her use of pronouns. "You get more and more dashing every time I see you." Y/N gives her the prettiest smile, and Flo enthusiastically looks at George, beyond happy for the reaction she got out of Y/N. George would be thrilled as well if the prettiest girl at Padella smiled at him in such a way...

<<What?>>

Padella has become a familiar haunt. They'd gone after the first read-through —when George discovered Y/Ns favourite food was any type of pasta— and every read-through after that, always ordering a dish they haven't tasted before and two glasses of wine. Not exactly in keeping with the diets, but George reckons these cheat days won't hurt. He and Y/N have taken to exercising together too, fitting in the gym sessions between their Dharma meetings and other schedules.

"I gained weight when I was a teenager," Y/N admitted during one of their workouts. "I had to work out to keep the weight off. Not like you." She'd smiled her sweet, bright smile, and George could imagine her being just as likeable with double the meat on her bones.

"I grow a beer gut like that," he'd told Y/N, snapping his fingers. "So I have to work it off, too."

In record time, Flo brings their dishes, leaving a courtesy starter on the table. George grabs his fork and swirls it through the fettuccini. It makes a pleasing, gooey sound as he incorporates the Pomodoro sauce.

"Oh, right, if I may Ms Marina," George says, giggling. The actress hums in return, mixing the contents of her own plate. "Do you want to come over for dinner tomorrow? My sister is cooking carbonara, your favourite."

"Oh my god," Y/N looks up from her dish, mouth-watering at the mere thought of her favourite food. "She won't mind me crashing your dinner?"

"No," George replies, slouching over his bowl. "She asked me to invite you."

"Really?" her orbs go a little round. "Why?"

A mouthful of bolognese disappears into George's mouth with a slurp, "I might have mentioned your love for Italian food."

Y/N takes a sip of her rosé, "Won't you mind me crashing your sibling dinner?"

"Nah," he smiles. “We're friends." He swallows the food he's chewed into the side of his cheek and tries not to meet Y/N's eyes. "I kind of like hanging out with you."

"Oh," she answers instantly, so blasé, pink across her cheeks. George adores it. "I kind of like hanging out with you, too."

George glances up then, and they share a knowing smile before going back to their food. It's oily and red, a little salty. George knows he's going to have to wash his teeth and throw a box of mints into his mouth before they go back to the read-through, but he doesn't care. It's delicious.

Their comfortable silence is broken when Y/N's phone rings inside her Rebecca Minkoff’s bag. She pulls it out, glances at the screen, and gestures to George that she's going to take it outside.

"I'll be right back," she says; tongue running over her teeth. The boy nods, just as Y/N answers the call and turns.

"Hey, H," George hears her say as she pushes through the door. "What's up?"

Cavill, he thinks to himself, sucking up to another curtain of fettuccini.

Fleetingly, he wonders if he should tell Y/N to bring a date—as in Henry. But the idea is pushed to the back of his mind when Flo comes by their table to ask if they would want more wine, and it doesn't resurface, not even when Y/N strolls back in from her private call.

In her pale silk blouse and tight little skirt, the one Y/N owns too, Daisy looks every bit as gorgeous as she does in her Basic House ads. George gotta admit. Yet he feels a little itch when he looks at her, it bothers him, so he focuses his attention on the other Daisy in the room. His sister.

She's setting down a plate of sour bread on his dinner table, her hair tied back in a ponytail. Luhan watches her lazily, admiring the classy decoration of the table. It looks out of a restaurant. Much better than Padella's.

"Since when my sister's become a chef?" he says playfully. His sister giggles in response, her attention too immersed in the preparations. She wants it all to be perfect. Scratch that, more than perfect.

Only then George returns his gaze towards the other Daisy, and he notices she's staring at him, a pout on her pretty red lips.

"Why not?" she asks. George wants to roll his eyes, but he's too polite to do so. He lets her continue the tantrum, "You know I used to have a poster of Henry Cavill in my old dorm, right? The whole time I was in University?" George barely nods. "So please, please, please, please, please... Please, George. Let me meet his girlfriend, hmm?"

"No," he answers. The hurt in Daisy's green eyes confirms he's been too harsh. He reaches up to tuck a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. She lets him do it, wearing a small and sweet smile. "I'll get jealous, baby," he lies in an attempt to soften his previous words.

She laughs, hiding her face as it turns a flattering shade of crimson. She's always been flattered by stuff like this and George doesn't understand why. They're not a couple, to begin with.

"Okay," she circles the table, fingers lacing into George's as she sits on his lap. She plants a kiss against his lips, "I'll get going then. Call me later?"

"Yeah," he pecks her on the tip of her nose and her eyelashes quiver.

The moment Daisy leaves, her namesake, George's sister Daisy, pops his head from the kitchen.

"You know, Henry is my celebrity crush too," her feet express her enthusiasm in small jumps. "I'm so excited!"

"You what?" George's nostrils flare, "Why every girl I know is infatuated with him?"

The doorbell rings before George can retort any further. His eyes flick over to the wall clock on impulse. 8PM. Of course.

"She's here," Daisy smiles, hands flapping at her sides. She combs back her hair, pauses, and repeats the action two more times.

It reminds George of the time he'd run into Brad Pitt backstage at an award show in Los Angeles. He was already famous by then, but he'd still tugged at the sleeves of his tux obsessively, hoping the jacket was sitting squarely on his shoulders, right before he'd said hello.

He walks to answer the door as Daisy places the pasta on the table. Y/N's standing in the corridor with a bottle of red in one hand.

"Ms Marina," George drawls, "Is that you, in my humble home?"

Laughing, Y/N kisses both his cheeks in greeting. George chuckles, taking the wine, and suddenly, he feels his face burning hot. "On the dot, as always."

The girl blushes. At least he's not the only one.

"Come on in," George waves her through the door. "My sister is dying to meet you." He can hear the hissed Geo! like a whip slicing through the air.

Y/N snaps her knuckles, a smile pulling up evenly on both sides, "Hello, Daisy."

A demure, cotton-soft voice replies, "Hello, gorgeous. It's so nice to meet you.”

"Likewise,” the actress beams.

Save for a few bites of pancetta, the serving plates look as though they’ve been licked clean.

"That was so, so good Daisy. The best carbonara I've ever had" Y/N compliments the cook. "Thanks for letting me try it."

"Any time" she replies, looking like a kid who's just been handed a present. George smiles at her, pouring both girls another glass of wine.

The night has gone well. Being the outgoing type, Daisy wasted no time in making Y/N feel comfortable in her brother's home. She'd seated her next to George at the table, fussing over them both as she peppered Y/N with questions about her last two projects. She'd let slip that she'd watched every season of The Tudor's and Y/N's smile had been bashful.

"I loved Henry's work," Daisy had admitted, and George couldn't help but giggle at how quickly his sister's face coloured in bright pink.

George offers Y/N the last bit of burgundy in the bottle. When the latter declines, licking at the wine-stained seam of her mouth, he pours it for himself.

"You don't have to be so formal with me," Y/N tells Daisy, her tone already fond. George can tell she likes that. "I'm a big fan of Henry too. I had the biggest crush on him before I even met him." Her face is still a little rosy. She blushes really easily, and George likes it.

“It still feels weird. Henry is your boyfriend!”

"It's totally fine. Trust me," Y/N reassures her. "We can fangirl over him as Geralt every time you want. I don't mind."

Daisy squeals.

"Okay, enough girl talk." It isn't jealousy what makes George scoff. At least that's what he tells himself. He reaches into his pocket for cigarettes. "I'm just gonna go for a smoke, okay?"

Daisy’s pretty face pinches, "I wish you'd quit. Those things are horrible for you."

"I'll just have one," he bargains, sweet as honey. He pats his belly, crafting a compact sound. "I need it. You fed me too well, sister."

Y/N sniggers and Daisy rolls her eyes. Pointedly, she asks, "Do you smoke?"

"Sometimes," Y/N answers. “But I agree, it’s nasty.”

George watches as Y/N —the traitor—agrees with his sister, "Anyways, you should come with me so I can show you around."

"You shall," Daisy encourages.

“I don’t know,” the actress murmurs but George has already hooked his fingers behind her elbow and is half-hauling her out of her seat. "C’mon, let's go."

"Fine. Lead the way, Geo."

They take the elevator down to the pool area on the fifth floor, where smoking is permitted. George puts a cigarette in his mouth, holding his lighter in front of it, so the flame ignites it.

Y/N takes a long sigh. "Daisy is great," she says quickly. "She's so much like you."

"Thanks. I guess?" George exhales, the smoke curling in a ribbon of diaphanous white. "You’re still seeing Henry, uh?"

The other smirks. "You say that like you know it for sure."

"Alma likes gossip” George licks his lips. They taste of wine and olives.

The girl shrugs. "It’s kinda..." she answers. "It's on and off."

"Oh?" George blows a few smoke rings, rounding out his mouth and flicking his tongue to create the hole in the centre. "Mind if I ask why?"

"No particular reason," Y/N rushes the answer. "I’d rather not talk about it. Sometimes it... it just doesn’t work, ya know?”

Without thinking, George makes an offer he didn't realize was on the table. "Whenever it doesn't work," he says, "you should just hang out with me," he quickly continues, a little freaked, words rushing out, "and Daisy. Me and Daisy."

Y/N laughs, just once: its all gums and perfect pearly teeth. "Do you feel sorry for me?"

"Hardly, Mrs Prettiest Face On TV," George retorts mildly. Y/N laughs again, and George can't tell if she's sarcastic or earnest. Not that it matters. "It's just you and my sister got along really well, and I–"

"Thanks," Y/N cuts in. Her eyes are particularly feline in this light, and her voice is a degree more gentle than it was before. "I'll take you up on that."

She watches him smoke in silence for a few more minutes, the night air clouding with the filmy exhaust of his cigarette. When Y/N yawns, George stubs it out. Then he loops his arm around her waist.

Unconsciously, she leans into the touch. "It's weird," she observes, "that we didn't know each other two months ago."

"Really weird," George concedes, slightly buzzed from the wine and only half-aware that something has lifted between them. "I’m glad it's two months later."

In the days leading up to India, dinner at George's become a regular thing. Every two nights, Y/N will show up with something to add to the table: wine, desserts and beer, a floury baguette wrapped in paper or a basket of fresh fruit.

Sometimes Daisy joins them, and the conversation flows like blood through veins. At around midnight, Y/N will excuse herself to give the siblings their space but not before George extracts a promise from her to work out or watch a movie the following day. (She happens to love cinema as much as him.)

Other times, when Daisy is out with her boyfriend and the other Daisy isn't smouldering George with text messages asking him to dine with her, go to the movies with her, come to the theatre to see her, bla bla bla; George will chat idly with Y/N until the wee hours of the morning. The ice in their drinks will crackle and melt, diluting their colour, as they discuss their childhood dreams and the trajectory of their careers. They recount their upward climb in show business, the slow decline of some of their peers, and the fear that they might someday be in the same boat. They joke about their management and how both companies have long given up on damage control when it comes to their love lives.

George tells her more about caring, candid Alma, and Dean, his co-star and now best friend.

"Blake and Schofield are real-life BFF's?" George’s companion asks incredulously, "I stan so hard."

In turn, Y/N confesses him Sam Mendes is her absolute favourite director, and George promises to introduce them. She also voices about Henry, their ups and downs and the fact half of their circle of friends categorize their relationship as toxic.

"Keep that to yourself," Y/N adds after a brief lull. "I've never told anyone about it."

"They won't hear it from me," George swears, taking a gulp of watered-down Pilsen. He doesn't even tell his sister.

Dharma begins its live shoots three months after the first read-through.

Y/N and George are scheduled to film in Mumbai for four weeks. Alma informs George it's likely they will extend to six due to Greta Gerwig's infamous obsessive compulsiveness. His actors often end up filming simple scenes over and over again for days, because the director doesn't think the natural light or the colour of a couch or the feeling is quite right.

"Already cleared it with the boss," Alma shares brightly. She means the head of his management, who happens to love George, as all CEOs love their biggest star.

"Fine with me," the actor says. "I don't mind staying in Mumbai a little longer." He's worked with less pleasant directors than Greta before, and a little OCD won't take the fun out of filming with Y/N.

He's pleased to discover that the other feels the same way.

"Let's press for six weeks," Y/N says as they climb into the luxury car waiting for them at the airport. She speaks in a natural tone of voice, as though there isn't a swarm of fans screaming outside the vehicle. "I had only been here once, years ago, I lived in a small city near Mumbai called Pune for almost two months.”

"How come?"

"School stuff... I can't wait to rediscover India. Have you ever been?"

"Nope," George says, sliding off his sunglasses and running a hand through his hair. "Count me in on the exploration."

The way Y/N looks at him like he's her closest person in the world right now makes George's insides warm.

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elcinelateleymickyandonie · 4 years ago

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Constance Bennett (α:22 de octubre de 1904 Ω:24 de julio de 1965)

Constance Bennett (Constance Campbell Bennett: Nueva York, 22 de octubre de 1904-Fort Dix, Nueva Jersey, 24 de julio de 1965) fue una actriz estadounidense muy conocida, tanto por su elegancia como por su carrera artística. Fue una de las más luminosas estrellas de Hollywood y dejó consistentes interpretaciones que desmienten su reputación ornamental Independiente, culta, irónica y abierta, Constance, primera de las hermanas Bennett en trabajar en el cine, actuó en cine mudo producido en Nueva Yorkantes de tener la oportunidad de encontrarse con Samuel Goldwyn, que la llevó a su estreno en Hollywood con la película, hoy perdida, Cytherea(1924), basada en la novela de 1922 de Joseph Hergesheimer (1880-1954) Cytherea, Goddess of Love (Citerea: diosa del amor), dirigida por George Fitzmaurice y con Alma Rubens y Norman Kerry representando los otros personajes principales. Constance Bennett abandonó una floreciente carrera en el cine mudo para casarse con Philip Plant en 1925. Tras divorciarse, coincidiendo con la llegada del sonoro, retomó su carrera (1929), y con sus rasgos delicados, su pelo rubio y su atractivo modo de vestir, se convirtió rápidamente en una popular estrella cinematográfica. En 1931 firmó un contrato con los estudios Warner Bros, ganando 300 000 dólares por dos películas, con lo que se convirtió en una de las estrellas mejor pagadas de Hollywood. Al siguiente año se fue a RKO Pictures, con la cual filmó What Price Hollywood? (Hollywood al desnudo) (1932), dirigida por George Cukor, una mirada irónica y al mismo tiempo trágica a los entresijos del viejo cine de estudios, en la cual consiguió su mejor actuación. En esta película era una camarera fascinada por las estrellas de cine, llamada Mary Evans. Fue acompañada por los actores Lowell Sherman y Neil Hamilton. Más adelante, demostró su versatilidad en Our Betters (1933); Bed of Roses(1933), con Pert Kelton; The Affairs of Cellini (El burlador de Florencia)(1934); After Office Hours (El escándalo del día) (1935) con Clark Gable; Topper (Una pareja invisible) (1937), junto a Cary Grant, un papel que repetiría en la secuela de 1939, Topper Takes a Trip; Merrily We Live (1938) y Two-Faced Woman (La mujer de las dos caras)(1941), con Greta Garbo. En los años cuarenta Bennett trabajaba con menor frecuencia en el cine, pero actuaba a menudo en la radio y el teatro. Inversiones acertadas la hicieron rica, y fundó una compañía de ropa y de cosméticos.

FILMOGRAFIA 1937 Topper 1932 Hollywood al desnudo 1935 After Office Hours 1966 La mujer X 1938 Merrily We Live 1941 Two-Faced Woman 1930 sin takes a holiday 1933 Bed of Roses 1947 the unsuspected 1932 Tentación 1933 Nuestros superiores 1931 The Easiest Way 1936 Jóvenes enamoradas 1934 the affairs of cellini 1925 Sally, Irene and Mary 1931 Sally, Irene and Mary 1930 common clay 1932 two against the world 1931 born to love 1951 El gran impostor 1933 after tonight 1959 La rubia fenómeno 1945 paris underground 1938 En manos de una mujer 1930 three faces east 1934 Outcast Lady 1939 Tail Spin 1946 centennial summer 1942 wild bill hickok rides 1930 son of the gods 1924 cytherea 1948 smart woman 1949 sin town 1925 the goose woman 1936 everything is thunder 1929 this thing called love 1949 madame spy 1941 law of the tropics 1948 angel on the amazon 1940 escape to glory 1929 bennett rich people 1939 moulin rouge 1925 code of the west 1925 the goose hangs high 1922 what's wrong with the women? 1935 legong 1925 wandering fires 1925 the pinch hitter 1931 bought 1960 Portrait in Black

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thedumbbible · 5 years ago

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Open Your Eyes | Jake Kiszka x Reader | GRETA VAN FLEET

FLUFF ALL THE WAY

PROMPT: Não existe nada que você adore mais naquele momento do que as luzes da projeção e Jake Kiszka.

CONTAGEM DE PALAVRAS: 983

AVISOS: Eu nem me lembrava que tinha escrito isso até futricar meu computador e encontrar essa coisinha. Acontece durante uma noite em que a cidade se banha em arte, música e tudo mais. Dedicado a @morningbirdies.

I want so much to open your eyes 'Cause I need you to look into mine

Jake sorri de um jeito quase poético para você quando seus pés param na frente do prédio que está sendo iluminado pela exposição. É uma das atrações mais bonitas daquela madrugada na cidade, a exposição da sua artista favorita sendo refletida nas paredes de um prédio em pleno centro da cidade. Seu coração está batendo tão fortemente que faz com que você se pergunte internamente se aqueles são os seus minutos finais, se aquele é o movimento que seu corpo caíra na terra, sabendo que você morrerá feliz. A luz azul reflete em Jake, o cabelo longa está preso de uma maneira quase que bagunçada, deixando grande parte de fios soltos sobre o rosto bonito dele.

“Ela é muito talentosa.” Ele aponta para o quadro que está sendo colocada de forma gigante na parede. A luz das cores da pintura está iluminando todo um quarteirão, sendo acompanhada pela melódia quase que de meditação que saí das caixas de som ao lado. É uma volta completa de arte o lugar. Tem um quadro sendo exposto, e música que o acompanha, deixando a sensação quase tão inebriante que faz com que sua cabeça rode, e seus olhos se encham de lágrimas. Você se sente viva pela primeira vez naquela semana, como se seu corpo pudesse ser preenchido por algum mais do que os pensamentos conflitantes que te perseguem. “Agora entendi porque você gosta tanto dela.”

“Não é?” Sua voz saí baixa. Como se o momento pudesse desaparecer da sua frente em qualquer movimento brusco que você fizesse. Você quer agarrar aquele momento de sutileza, quer agarrar o instante em que as luzes azuis e verdes entram em contato com os olhos brilhantes e curiosos do homem que você ama e guardar em um lugar que ninguém poderia encontrar, que ninguém poderia mexer. Seus dedos se levantam junto com os seus braços, e você coloca eles para cima, para serem tocados também pelo refletor de luz. As cores da pintura também tingem a sua pele de forma eletrônica.

O som se estende por você, forçando que seus olhos se fechem em um deleite de emoções. Você consegue sentir os braços de Jake em sua cintura, e a respiração dele tão próxima da sua. Seus olhos continuam fechados, como se você estivesse criando a sua própria realidade, o seu próprio espaço de tempo, em que ninguém pode te tocar, e tocar o amor que você sente por Jake. Naquele momento seu corpo é preenchido por emoções tão fortes que faz com que sua pele se sinta expandir para dar lugar ao que ninguém nunca soube explicar.

“Abra os olhos.” Jake fala com a voz baixa, quase tão baixa que você não consegue entender pode cima da música calma. “Abra os seus olhos, querida. Preciso olhar para eles.” Você faz como ele te pede, abrindo os olhos de maneira calma, aproveitando para admirar Jake como se ele também fosse uma obra de arte, como se ele também fosse uma pintura a ser admirada. Os olhos dele estão concentrados em você, a sua expressão séria, mas não rude, como se ele também estivesse te admirando, como se ele estivesse concentrada estudando cada parte do seu ser, tentando também entender o sentimento que os preenche.

A iluminação troca para um vermelho vivo, que faz com que a pele de Jake tome tons mais sóbrios, como se a pintura divina que você está encarando tivesse tomado forma de um homem.

Por favor, Deus, permita que esse homem não quebre o meu coração. Você pensa em forma de oração enquanto está olhando para Jake, sem nem mesmo piscar. Você não quer perder nenhum segundo da existência dele agora que o encontrou, agora que seu coração pertence a ele dê uma forma quase divina, quase como se uma força poderosa tivesse entrelaçado seu peito ao dele.

“Você é tão bonita. Mais bonita que a pintura.” Ele diz, colocando a mão em seu rosto. Você coloca a cabeça apoiada de lado nas mãos dele, como se estivesse aproveitando do contato para também tomar o seu tempo. A quentura da pele dele, mesmo naquela noite fria, faz contraste com o seu rosto gelado do vento, e você quase suspira. Sua mente viaja em uma imagem do calor de Jake invadindo todos os lugares gelados de seu corpo, como se ele derrete-se todas as partes congeladas de seu ser, como se ele estivesse abraçando aquelas partes também, sem medo do que poderia encontrar a fundo em sua alma. “Não existe outro lugar que eu gostaria de estar além daqui. Nada se compara a você neste instante.”

“Nem mesmo o palco?” Você pergunta.

“Nem mesmo o palco.” Jake fala com a voz certeira. Uma voz que deixava nenhuma margem para que você duvidasse dele. Uma voz que deixava claro que ele te amava, mesmo que ele nunca tenha falado sobre isso. O som do ambiente quase pode ser anulado pelo seu coração batendo em seu ouvido, pelo seu sangue correndo de uma maneira louca dentro de você. Você se sente flutuar quando ele coloca os lábios quentes nos seus gelados, apenas encostando a boca na sua, sem fazer algum movimento.

Você o agarra pela jaqueta, colocando o corpo dele junto ao seu, colocando o restante do caminho de suas bocas. O vento estala atrás de vocês, e a iluminação muda por conta da pintura novamente. O amarelo invade a rua.

Você ama Jake Kiszka. E ele te ama também.

É em meio a uma avenida interditada para uma virada de artes no centro da cidade, em uma madrugada gelada, com nada mais do que o som de pessoas vivendo ao redor de vocês, e uma pintura que você gosta refletida que seu peito se enche de esperança. Vocês podem fazer isso dar certo.

#jake kiszka #gretavanfleet #greta van fleet #jake kiszka x reader #reader #fluff #prompt fluff #portuguese prompt #br prompt #jakekiszka #são paulo prompt #brazilian reader

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zamoimagines · 5 years ago

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UPCOMING WORKS

Hey pals, it’s ya boi. I’ve seriously had a really bad depressive episode and a serious case of writer’s block. But I’m starting a new diet and I’ve been working out again, so hopefully, that’ll help to make me feel a little better. Anyway, here are some things that are in the works for you guys!

AHS

Venable x Cordelia x Reader

- Chapter 3 of This Means War

Cordelia x Michael x Reader

- witch!reader is sent to spy on the antichrist for her girlfriend, Cordelia, but Michael starts to get feelings for her

Sally x Billie x Reader

- part 2 of Sally vs Billie

Venable

- Imagine: Wearing purple lingerie for Venable (pre!apocalypse)

- Fic: No Witness (hades/persephone AU)

- Fic: Wilhelmina (inspired by the plot of Greta)

Ally

- Imagine: Dating Ally and she finds out you’re a witch

Constance

- Imagine: Comforting Constance after Adelaide’s Death

Marvel

Peggy Carter

- Imagine: being Jarvis’s neighbor and Peggy getting a crush on you

Loki

- Domestic life with Loki oneshot

Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children

Alma

- Imagine: Alma getting jealous over someone you know really well

that’s not everything, but there’s a good list of what to expect!

#admin post

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padmaddean · 6 months ago

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Alma & Greta Ni Una Mas (Raising Voices) s01e02

#Ni Una Mas #Raising Voices #Alma #Greta #Alma x Greta #Nicole Wallace #Clara Galle

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arsenalmakesmesuffer · 6 years ago

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My Eurovision 2009 - 2018 TOP 100

So the other day my bff and I were bored and decided to do this. We spend hours, but in the end we enjoyed it very much. So I just wanted to share that my hard work not go wasted :DDD

A big shout out to Måns Zelmerlöw and Petra Mede for making beauty called “Love Love Peace Peace” ♥

1. Il Volo – Grande Amore (Italy 2015)

2. Mørland & Debrah Scarlett - A Monster Like Me (Norway 2015)

3. Jüri Pootsmann – Play (Estonia 2016)

4. Francesco Gabbani – Occidentali‘s Karma (Italy 2017)

5. Elina Born & Stig Rästa - Goodbye To Yesterday (Estonia 2015)

6. Melovin – Under the ladder (Ukraine 2018)

7. Ermal Meta & Fabrizio Moro - Non Mi Avete Fatto Niente (Italy 2018)

8. Marco Mengoni - L'essenziale (Italy 2013)

9. Koit Toome & Laura - Verona (Estonia 2017)

10. Amir – J'ai cherché (France 2016)

11. Frans – If I were sorry (Sweden 2016)

12. Francesca Michielin - Nessun grado di separazione (Italy 2016)

13. Sergey Lazarev – You are the only one (Russia 2016)

14. Madame Monsieur - Mercy (France 2018)

15. Blanche – City Lights (Belgium 2017)

16. Justs – Heartbeat (Latvia 2016)

17. Mikolas Josef - Lie To Me (Czech Republic 2018)

18. Donny Montell – I‘ve been waiting for this night (Lithuania 2016)

19. Lena – Satelline (Germany 2010)

20. The Common Linnets - Calm After The Storm (The Netherlands 2014)

21. Måns Zelmerlöw - Heroes (Sweden 2015)

22. Iveta Mukuchyan - LoveWave (Armenia 2016)

23. Kristian Kostov – Beautiful Mess (Bulgaria 2017)

24. Cesár Sampson - Nobody But You (Austria 2018)

25. Douwe Bob – Slow Down (The Netherlands 2016)

26. Loïc Nottet - Rhythm Inside (Belgium 2015)

27. Donny Montell – Love is Blind (Lithuania 2012)

28. Chanée & N'Evergreen - In A Moment Like This (Denmark 2010)

29. Softengine - Something Better (Finland 2014)

30. Benjamin Ingrosso - Dance You Off (Sweden 2018)

31. Robin Bengtsson - I Can't Go On (Sweden 2017)

32. Poli Genova – If Love Was a Crime (Bulgaria 2016)

33. Freddie - Pioneer (Hungary 2016)

34. Ieva Zasimauskaitė – When we‘re old (Lithuania 2018)

35. Sanna Nielsen - Undo (Sweden 2014)

36. Eric Saade – Popular (Sweden 2011)

37. AySel & Arash - Always (Azerbaijan 2009)

38. Eleni Foureira - Fuego (Cyprus 2018)

39. JOWST - Grab The Moment (Norway 2017)

40. Barei – Say Yay! (Spain 2016)

41. Sunstroke Project - Hey Mamma (Moldova 2017)

42. Alma - Requiem (France 2017)

43. Emmelie De Forest - Only Teardrops (Denmark 2013)

44. Alexander Rybak – Fairytale (Norway 2009)

45. Salvador Sobral - Amar Pelos Dois (Portugal 2017)

46. Michael Schulte - You Let Me Walk Alone (Germany 2018)

47. Sanja Vučić ZAA - Goodbye (Shelter) (Serbia 2016)

48. Nadav Guedj - Golden Boy (Israel 2015)

49. Sebalter - Hunter of Stars (Switzerland 2014)

50. Zlata Ognevich - Gravity (Ukraine 2013)

51. Yohanna – Is it True (Iceland 2009)

52. Eugent Bushpepa - Mall (Albania 2018)

53. Polina Gagarina – A Million Voices (Russia 2015)

54. Carl Espen - Silent Storm (Norway 2014)

55. Robin Stjernberg - You (Sweden 2013)

56. Roman Lob - Standing Still (Germany 2012)

57. Roberto Bellarosa – Love Kills (Belgium 2013)

58. Manga – We Could Be The Same (Turkey 2010)

59. Maraaya - Here For You (Slovenia 2015)

60. Conchita Wurst – Rise Like a Phoenix (Austria 2014)

61. Triana Park – Line (Latvia 2017)

62. Minus One - Alter Ego (Cyprus 2016)

63. Guy Sebastian - Tonight Again (Australia 2015)

64. Monika Linkytė and Vaidas Baumila – This Time (Lithuania 2015)

65. Basim - Cliché Love Song (Denmark 2014)

66. Paula Seling & Ovi - Playing With Fire (Romania 2010)

67. Ell & Nikki - Running Scared (Azerbaijan 2011)

68. Pollapönk - No Prejudice (Iceland 2014)

69. Hovi Star - Made of Stars (Israel 2016)

70. Hadise - Düm Tek Tek (Turkey 2009)

71. Farid Mammadov - Hold Me (Azerbaijan 2013)

72. Ivi Adamou - La La Love (Cyprus 2012)

73. Mariya Yaremchuk - Tick - Tock (Ukraine 2014)

74. Ilinca ft. Alex Florea - Yodel It! (Romania 2017)

75. ZOË - Loin d'Ici (Austria 2016)

76. Ruth Lorenzo - Dancing in the rain (Spain 2014)

77. Waldo's People - Lose Control (Finland 2009)

78. Elhaida Dani - I'm Alive (Albania 2015)

79. Aminata - Love Injected (Latvia 2015)

80. Loreen – Euphoria (Sweden 2012)

81. Michał Szpak - Color Of Your Life (Poland 2016)

82. Dami Im – Sound Of Silence

83. Nathan Trent – Running on Air (Austria 2017)

84. Emma Marrone – La Mia Città (Italy 2014)

85. Mandinga – Zaleilah (Romania 2012)

86. Greta Salóme - Hear Them Calling (Iceland 2016)

87. Elaiza - Is It Right! (Germany 2014)

88. Kejsi Tola - Carry Me In Your Dreams (Albania 2009)

89. Dihaj - Skeletons (Azerbaijan 2017)

90. Lighthouse X - Soldiers Of Love (Denmark 2016)

91. Jamie-Lee - Ghost (Germany 2016)

92. Rykka - The Last Of Our Kind (Switzerland 2016)

93. Gabriela Gunčíková - I Stand (Czech Republic 2016)

94. Naviband - Story Of My Life (Belarus 2017)

95. Joci Pápai - Origo (Hungary 2017)

96. Nina Sublatti - Warrior (Georgia 2015)

97. Ann Sophie - Black Smoke (Germany 2015)

98. Svetlana Loboda - Be My Valentine (Anti-Crisis Girl) (Ukraine 2009)

99. The Makemakes - I Am Yours (Austria 2015)

100. Blue – I Can (UK 2011)

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theonlinemuse · 2 years ago

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And even more Black witches for the list:

Bonnie Bennett, Sheila Bennett, Lucy Bennett, Ayana Bennett, Beatrice Bennett, Emily Bennett, Abby Bennett Wilson, Greta Martin, and Gloria || The Vampire Diaries

Rochelle Zimmerman || The Craft

Cleo Sowande || Legacies

Prudence Blackwood, Rosalind “Roz” Walker, Marie LaFleur, and Judith Blackwood || Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Triss Merigold, Francesca Findabair, and Philippa Eilhart || The Witcher

Céleste Dubois, Eva Sinclair, Sabine Laurent, Agnes, and Amy || The Originals

Astrid Malchance || The Originals: The Awakening

Alexandra “Alex” Fielding/Artemis DuBaer and Camryn “Cam” Barnes/Apolla DuBaer || Twitches

Ruby Cherrytree || The Worst Witch (1998)

Dr. Jenny Wendle || Weirdsister College

Crescentmoon “Cressie” Winterchild, Dyllis Mustardseed, Roseanne Speedwell, and Miss Nightingale || The New Worst Witch

Enid Nightshade, Beatrice Bunch, Drusilla Paddock, and Miss Dimity Drill || The Worst Witch (2017)

Miranda DuBaer || Twitches Too

Hypolita Laveau Kropotkin || Witch Hunt (1994)

The Seer || Charmed (1998)

Madame Zeroni || Holes

The Dust Witch || Something Wicked This Way Comes

Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet || Harry Potter

Klili Gordon || Ouanga

Mama Rata-loi || Macumba Love

Lisa Fortier || Scream Blacula Scream

Eve Batiste, Mozelle Batiste Delacroix, and Elzora || Eve’s Bayou

Epiphany Proudfoot || Angel Heart

Babina || Babina

Tasha Masterson || A Little Bit Strange

Zsa Zsa Goowhiggie || Sabrina, The Teenage Witch

Jude Thomas || Switch

Mama Cecile || The Skeleton Key

Dr. Mary-Beth Evilini || Wizards of Waverly Place

Esme || The Initiation of Sarah (2006)

Tasha Banes || Supernatural

Professor Mirna || Grachi

Marchessa || Terry Pratchett's The Colour of Magic

Cookie || Jinx

Marie Laveau and Queenie || American Horror Story: Coven

Grace Dixon || Sleepy Hollow

Plum Chatwin and Gretchen Alsop || The Magicians

Melissa Glaser || The Secret Circle

Dinah Stevens || American Horror Story: Apocalypse

East/The Witch of the East and Tip/Ozma || Emerald City

Fiji Cavanaugh || Midnight, Texas

Catarina Loss and Madzie || Shadowhunters

Nova Bordelon || Queen Sugar

Eva Callero, Alma, and Selina || Witches of East End

Emily Mather, Agatha Wilson, and Margaret Wilson || A Discovery of Witches

Sister Igraine/Morgana || Cursed (2020)

Tituba || Salem

Minerva West || Murdoch Mysteries

Astra Logue and The Enchantress || Legends of Tomorrow

Uma || Sea Witch/Pirate/Cecaelia || Descendant 2

Celia Facilier || Descendants 3

Ursula || Sea Witch/Mermaid/Cecaelia || Once Upon a Time

Imara, Kiya, Charlotte, Shay, Dayla, and Cat Covington || The Covington Witches

Hermione Granger and Rose Granger-Weasley || Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

Evillene/The Wicked Witch of the West, Addaperle/The Good Witch of the North, and Glinda/The Good Witch of the South || The Wiz Live!

Carmen Eguiluz || Siempre Bruja

Selena Izard || The House with a Clock in Its Walls

Madame Xanadu || Swamp Thing (2019)

Ruta Skadi || His Dark Materials

Mrs. Which || A Wrinkle in Time

Alice Monaghan and Lady Hatton || Hellboy (2019)

Nadia Zhabin || Shadow and Bone

Abigail Bellweather, Petra Bellweather, Edith Bellweather, Minerva Bellweather, Charvel Bellweather, Anacostia Quartermain, and Nicte Batan || Motherland: Fort Salem

Yaya, Gigi, Ally, and Ada || Juju

Eloise || Spell

Annie Carbey/Bonfire Annie || The Nevers

Elinor “Nory” Boxwood-Horace || Upside-Down Magic

Peggy Drood || A Babysitter’s Guide to Monster Hunting

Zelda || The Witches (2020)

Glinda and Madame Morrible || Wicked

Becca || Hocus Pocus 2

Malvina Monroe || Disenchanted

Jordan Davis, Mona De La Cruz, Angela Harris, Sherise Baker, Camille Sullivan, and Tabitha Rene || Wicked City (2022)

Ulyana || Sea Witch/Cecaelia || The Pocketwatch

Ellie Mayfair || Mayfair Witches

Medea || Medea

Elphaba and Nessarose Thropp || Wicked: Part One

Jennifer Kale and Vertigo || Agatha All Along

Bonus:

Karaba || Kirikou and the Sorceress

Ororo Munroe/Storm || Witch-Priestess/Mutant || X-Men: The Animated Series

Fallon || Princess Gwenevere and the Jewel Riders

Anthy Himemiya || Revolutionary Girl Utena

Caldina || Magic Knight Rayearth

Urd || Ah! My Goddess

Glenda || Puchi Puri Yucie

April || Darker Than Black

Taranee Cook || W.I.T.C.H.

Luna || Scooby-Doo! and the Witch's Ghost

Amanda Sefton || X-Men: Evolution

Yao Ro Dushi || Gate

Princess Irmaplotz || Dave the Barbarian

Wuya || Xiaolin Showdown

Yoruichi Shihouin || Bleach

Freddie Facilier || Descendants: Wicked World

Mama Odie || The Princess and the Frog

The Alchemist || Castlevania

Enid Mettle || Witch/Ninja || OK K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes

Wangari || Little Witch Academia

Lavender || Little Charmers

Melosa "Mel" || Di-Gata Defenders

Ariel Valtiel Westcott || Day Break Illusion

Chloe von Einzbern || Fate/kaleid liner PRISMA☆ILLYA

Haggar/Honerva || Witch/Alchemist || Voltron: Legendary Defender

Talia and Izira || LoliRock

Netossa || She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Frida || Hilda

Luz Noceda and Skara || The Owl House

Queen of Fables || Harley Quinn

Terra || Supernatural Academy

Lucy Santana || Daniel Spellbound

Annette and Esther || Castlevania: Nocturne

Black Witches

Tabby || The Craft: Legacy

Nynaeve al'Meara || Wisdom || The Wheel of Time

Calypso || Sea Goddess/Witch || Pirates of The Carribean

Jada Sheilds || Whitelighter-Witch || Charmed (2018)

Leta Lestrange || Fantastic Beasts: Crimes of Grindelwald

Eulalie Hicks || Fantastic Beasts: Secrets of Dumbledore

Fringilla Vigo || The Witcher

Seraphina Picquery || Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Kaela Danso || Charmed (2018)

Macy Vaughn and Maggie Vera || Charmed (2018)

#women of colour in film #women of colour in television #more for the list

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1800-talsnamn · 7 years ago

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⚫ 1-246: 2017 (x)

Anna - 103794 (109) (↘104)

Eva - 88324 (41) (↗76)

Maria - 84763 (237) (↗241)

Karin - 69597 (34) (↗38)

Kristina - 58587 (31) (↘26)

Lena - 57853 (43) (↘33)

Sara - 56261 (397) (↘384)

Kerstin - 51777 (101) (↘82)

Emma - 50198 (469) (↘331)

Ingrid - 44177 (213) (↗216)

Jenny - 40107 (10) (↗14)

Annika - 38500 (6) (↗9)

Hanna - 37965 (233) (↘222)

Elin - 37456 (300) (↘262)

Marie - 36979 (18) (↘9)

Inger - 36708 (3) (=3)

Johanna - 34352 (30) (↗32)

Sofia - 34293 (333) (↘286)

Ulla - 34242 (…) (↗2)

Elisabet(h) - 32258 (44) (↘38)

Julia - 30014 (597) (↘518)

Katarina - 29555 (7) (↘6)

Linnea - 28933 (476) (↘405)

Emelie - 28618 (162) (↘150)

Ida - 28467 (249) (↘210)

Helena - 27610 (29) (↗31)

Annette - 27310

Gunilla - 26461 (2) (↘…)

Margareta - 26187 (4) (↘3)

Amanda - 24193 (215) (↘173)

Therese - 24193 (7) (↘5)

Cecilia - 23474 (24) (↘19)

Maja - 23094 (664) (↘547)

Lisa - 22178 (113) (↘92)

Frida - 21790 (63) (↘56)

Matilda - 21625 (234) (↘187)

Ulrika - 21516

Elsa - 21251 (643) (↘534)

Alice - 19896 (910) (↘888)

Rebecka - 19248 (76) (↘52)

Agneta - 18354

Sofie - 18167 (48) (↘35)

Ebba - 17841 (596) (↘594)

Klara - 17779 (494) (↗523)

Lina - 16887 (111) (↗112)

Louise - 15894 (52) (↘49)

Vilma - 15683 (587) (↘556)

Astrid - 15485 (543) (↗572)

Ella - 15299 (635) (↘604)

Erika - 15219 (19) (↘18)

Ellen - 15206 (508) (↘460)

Alexandra - 14825 (110) (↘78)

Viktoria - 14753 (109) (↗114)

Emilia - 14458 (416) (↘346)

Alva - 14072 (508) (↗512)

Agnes - 13894 (570) (↘544)

Olivia - 13816 (601) (↗634)

Rut - 13335 (182) (↗194)

Pernilla - 13191

Charlotte - 12716 (19) (↘10)

Lisbet - 12655 (…) (↗3)

Lovisa - 12491 (300) (↘197)

Inga - 12455 (6) (=6)

Stina - 12008 (221) (↘196)

Karolina - 11964 (18) (↘13)

Kristin - 11658 (4) (=4)

Kajsa - 11351 (71) (↘40)

Isabella - 10334 (300) (↘252)

Brit(t)a - 10287 (18) (↘13)

Nelly - 10240 (380) (↘355)

Evelina - 10083 (113) (↘83)

Alma - 9946 (547) (↘532)

Ingegerd - 9787

Lilly - 8769 (690) (↘577)

Märta - 8742 (172) (↘163)

Fanny - 8353 (67) (↘41)

Susanna - 8318 (18) (↘13)

Signe - 8004 (451) (↗507)

Martina - 7498 (9) (↘2)

Ester - 7481 (402) (↗407)

Annie - 7411 (103) (↘89)

Elvira - 7186 (311) (↗324)

Gabriella - 7143 (63) (↘47)

Tilda - 7072 (154) (↘112)

Selma - 6920 (378) (↗521)

Margit - 6532 (6) (↗10)

Emmy - 6620 (147) (↘124)

Tyra - 6227 (282) (↘246)

Cornelia - 6036 (165) (↗197)

Charlotta - 6028 (4) (↘2)

Inez - 5895 (381) (↗418)

Sigrid - 5787 (338) (↘315)

Siri - 5781 (239) (↘182)

Edit - 5603 (268) (↗275)

Magdalena - 5676 (14) (↗18)

Elina - 5673 (146) (↘122)

Greta - 4988 (147) (↘136)

Svea - 4764 (173) (↗178)

Andrea - 4475 (39) (↘32)

Sabina - 4475 (12) (↘9)

Hilda - 4124 (161) (↘155)

Elise - 4271 (337) (↘275)

Gertrud - 3850 (4) (↘…)

Lotta - 3697 (22) (↘17)

Viola - 3459 (103) (↘95)

Laura - 3456 (106) (↘104)

Marta - 3350 (18) (↘16)

Gunhild - 3291

Paulina - 3221 (20) (↘9)

Hedvig - 3039 (115) (↗150)

Olga - 3030 (11) (↗17)

Sally - 2942 (198) (↗207)

Vend(e)la - 2672 (36) (↗43)

Hedda - 2595 (137) (↗153)

Natalia - 2560 (21) (↘15)

Ragnhild - 2213 (…) (↗4)

Hilma - 2179 (155) (↘152)

Judit - 2119 (91) (↘66)

Rosa - 2117 (13) (↘10)

Amelie - 1913 (51) (↘38)

Elna - 1903 (35) (↗45)

Ingeborg - 1891 (7) (↘3)

Mariana - 1865 (2) (↘…)

Dagmar - 1730 (5) (↗6)

Elisa - 1719 (84) (↘82)

Engla - 1692 (25) (=25)

Lydia - 1673 (49) (↘48)

Beata - 1654 (9) (↗11)

Fredrika - 1590 (10) (=10)

Mina - 1589 (30) (↘26)

Helga - 1562 (9) (↗13)

Elma - 1524 (79) (↘58)

Marit - 1510 (2) (=2)

Tora - 1461 (35) (↗44)

Boel - 1431 (8) (↗15)

Regina - 1367 (…) (↗5)

Teresia - 1339 (2) (=2)

Antonia - 1299 (23) (↘17)

Josefina - 1295 (6) (↘4)

Else - 1222 (12) (↘8)

Gerda - 1195 (10) (↘8)

Selina - 1193 (59) (↗68)

Nikolina - 1180 (26) (↘22)

Ottilia - 1137 (81) (↘80)

Kersti - 1136

Betty - 1088 (42) (↘39)

Nanna - 1072 (11) (↘8)

Eleonora - 1039 (31) (↗41)

Aurora - 966 (74) (↗81)

Henny - 919 (27) (↘23)

Adele - 846 (145) (↘109)

Gurli - 814

Valborg - 789 (2) (↘…)

Berta - 778 (2) (↘…)

Malena - 753

Petronella - 752 (2) (↘…)

Amalia - 726 (17) (↗25)

Teodora - 673 (20) (↘12)

Adina - 666 (15) (↘8)

Ada - 626 (38) (↗41)

Adelina - 527 (23) (↘15)

Henrietta - 507 (…) (↗2)

Hulda - 487 (7) (=7)

Juliana - 485 (7) (↗8)

Hildur - 473 (4) (↘3)

Katrina - 446 (2) (↘…)

Nanny - 440 (…) (↗2)

Naemi - 404 (5) (↗13)

Vilhelmina - 367 (19) (↗20)

Dorotea - 358 (10) (↘8)

Emelia - 354 (11) (↘3)

Tekla - 342 (9) (↘7)

Nilla - 338 (5) (↘3)

Henriette - 336

Alvina - 333 (23) (↘17)

Virginia - 328 (2) (↘…)

Edla - 307 (11) (↘6)

Olena - 293

Alida - 289 (4) (↘3)

Rosalie - 286 (2) (↗3)

Malvina - 274 (8) (↘3)

Alfhild - 271

Blenda - 259 (…) (↗3)

Agda - 256 (8) (↘4)

Hildegard - 256

Eugenia - 238

Justina - 200 (2) (↗4)

Georgina - 192 (3) (↘…)

Elida - 183 (2) (↗3)

Brigitta - 171

Syster - 161

Adelia - 154 (12) (↗25)

Karna - 139

Augusta - 135 (6) (↘2)

Rosina - 128

Beda - 124 (…) (↗2)

Constance - 122

Ingar - 119

Albertina - 104

Axelina - 100

Helfrid - 90

Henrika - 79

Frideborg - 76

Leontina - 70 (...) (↗3)

Alfrida - 55

Bengta - 55

Elfrida - 54 (2) (↘…)

Märet - 50

Mätta - 47

Neta - 46

Gölin - 39

Axelia - 38

Desideria - 35 (2) (↘…)

Sissa - 34

Benedikta - 33

Elemina - 33

Severina - 29

Almida - 28

Konstantia - 27

Davida - 26 (2) (↘…)

Eufemia - 22 (…) (↗2)

Oktavia - 19 (2) (↘…)

Oliva - 19

Ellida - 18

Andrietta - 17

Marna - 17

Teolinda - 16

Bot(h)ilda - 13

Laurentia - 12

Arvida - 11

Assarina - 10

Emerentia - 10

Marget - 7

Serafia - 6

Bernhardina - 4

Gustafva - 4

Jakobina - 4

Concordia - 3

Göt(h)ilda - 3

Adolfina - 2

Margta - 2

Aqvilina - 1

Botilla - 0

Eufrosyna - 0

Eufrosyne - 0

Potentia - 0

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sassysaluki · 7 years ago

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10 Q&As

Got tagged by @maythestarsguidemyway for this wee questionnaire. x~3

1. relationship status: single

2. favorite color: chartreuse

3. lipstick or chapstick: depends whether I want color or moisture ;)

4. last song: Fear Not--Michael Prins & Carice van Houten (SHE SINGS LIKE THE PERFECT HEAVENLY ANGEL SHE IS, OH MAI GAHD)

5. last movie: first time--Disaster Artist. XD rewatch--Love & Mercy. 8D

6. top three TV shows: Ever? I Love Lucy, Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction, Are You Afraid of the Dark? (Followed closely by Laverne & Shirley, The Golden Girls, The Honeymooners, Star Trek, Cheers, The Wonder Years, a lotta cartoons...etc.) Current? Game of Thrones and My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic

7. top three ships: Hayffie (Haymitch/Effie--THG), and...I'm not sure, not many compare. Not that I don't support any other pairings/couples... http://hayffiesdaughter.tumblr.com/post/145441211988/5-otps-youd-go-down-with (And I'm weird, like, I ship toys and OCs and people from Beyond Belief stories and images on clothing/pajamas/objects/whatever that I've turned into characters...;P)

8. top three bands: Spice Girls, Beatles, ABBA (nearly said some 30 others; #impossible)

9. three favorite foods: Gonna totally cheat and say top 3 food groups...which happen to be the largest of ye olde pyramid, so yay? Grain (incl. pasta, pancakes, waffles, cereal, bread, etc.) Fruit (incl. dragonfruit, grapefruit, lemon, lime, orange/clementine/tangerine/kumquat, coconut, pineapple, apricot, cherry, pomegranate, blueberry, strawberry, kiwi, peach, nectarine, plum, pear, grape, honeydew, cantaloupe, watermelon, apple, banana, plantain, papaya, mango, date, guava, star fruit, passion fruit, other berries, etc.) Und vegetable (incl. mushroom, carrot, spinach, beet, eggplant, asparagus, broccoli, cucumber, bell pepper, celery, cauliflower, radish, rhubarb, water chestnut, zucchini, okra winfrey, etc.) ;P

10. currently reading: Smithsonian Handbook of Horses

*~*~*~*

Also want a spot to save this list I just had fun concocting:

FEMININE NAMES: Some favorites, positive associations, interesting, potentially useful ones, etc...(plus the color/gem/plant lists ofc.)

Ariel, Anya, Adeline, Adelaide, Amaryllis, Ariadne, Arania, Anais, Astrid, Amber, Alana, Arista (Adella/Aquata/Andrina/Attina ;), Allegra, Allison, Ambrosia, Annushka, Annika, Annette, Arabella, Annabelle, Anastasia, Arlene, Aurora, Ayla, Audrey/Audrina, Alani, Alma, Amelia, Amalia, Alexa/is, April, Antoinette, Adrienne/ana, Arachne, Aria, Agatha (Bertha, Edwina, etc. xD) [Autumn? Winter? Summer? Snow?]

Beatrix, Bianca, Bernadette, Bernadine, Bernice, Beryl, Benedicta, Bonnie, Brenda, Bess, Bebe, Britta, Blythe, Bridget, Brandlyn, Bella, Brooke

Cassidy, Cleo, Claudia, Claudine, Claudette, Clementine, Cordelia, Calypso, Calliope, Cecily, Cecile, Cecilia, Caroline, Charlotte, Caprice, Clarice, Clarita, C(h)arissa(e), Carice, Carrie, Carly, Carlita, Clarabelle, Carmen, Cynthia, Candice, Catriona, Christabelle, Cheryl, Cheri, Cherry, Cerise, Cressida, Crescenza, Crystal, Camille, Circe, Cora, Cosette, Collette, Colleen, Celeste, Calista, Claire, Carla/y, Courtney, Charmaine, Coral, Clover, Cheyenne, Connie, Chiffon, Coco (”oh-oh” names), etc.

Delilah, Donna, Delphina, Dolores, Doris, Desiree, Dierdre, Danica, Dinah, Dominique, Demeter, Demetria, Dagmar, Darlene, Dulcie/Dulcinea, Daphne, Denise, Drusilla, Didi, Dixie

Elle, Electra, Enid, Estella, Estelle, Evangeline, Eudora, Eunice, Esmeralda, Esperanza, Eurydice, Effie, Euphemia, Essie, Esther, Ethel, Enola, Eulalia, Elisa, Elise, Eris, Elaine, Evelyn, Elke, Eranthe, Eglantine, Eloise, Elodie, Etienne, Emanuele/a

Felice, Felicia, Felicity, Fern, Francesca, Francine, Freja, Florence, Florinda, Fleur, Farrah, Faye

Genevieve, Georgia, Georgann, Georgina, Georgette, Germaine, Ginger, Greta, Gerta, Gloria, Gwendolyn, Giselle, Guinevere, Griselda, Gertrude, Gabrielle, Gabriella, Gladys, Ginevra, Geneva, Golda, Gianna

Holly, Hazel, Heidi, Harriet, Henrietta, Hester, Hunter, Hesper

Inga, Ilsa, Ivy, Inez, Imogene, Iris, Isis, Ingrid, Irma, Isolde, Ignatia, Ida, Ino, Io, Isadora, Isla, Ivory

Jemima, Jezebel, Jolene, Juliet, Johanna, Janice, Janine, Janet/Jeanette, Joyce, Joy, Jocelyn, Jade, Judith, Justine/a, Josie, Jewel, Joelle, Janelle, Jordana

Katrina, (e)Katerina, Karina, Kathleen, Kelly, Kimberly, Kiki, Katia

Lola/Lolita, Lucretia, Laverne, Lavinia, Layla, Lucinda, Lulu, Lurline, Lorelei, Lucia/na, Louise/a, Lenore, Liljana/Lilja, Lilith, Liesel, Ludmilla, Lydia, Libby, Lorraine, Lucille, Lavender, Lana, Lacy, Lyanna, Lunette/Lynette, Lyra, Leona, Laurel, Lisa (etc.)

Mercedes, Myra, Marcella/Marcie, Mariah, Marina, Macy, Margarita, Margo, Melba, Marsha, Melinda, Melina, Minerva, Maxine, Megara, Mavis, Millicent, Mildred, Marigold, Mimi, Moira, Mabel, Marilyn, Marlene/Marlena, Myrna, Musette/Minuette, Maggie/Margaret/Mags, Melanie/Melody, Maeve, Muriel, Morgan(a), Maris, Meryl...Mirabelle/a, Mariel/le/a, Maribel, Mari(a)nel(a/la?)... Melisandre ;)

Noel, Nadine, Nadia, Naomi, Nicola, Nina, Nellie, Nevada, Nanette, Nixie, Nora, Nymeria ;)

Ophelia, Opal, Odette, Olivia, Oceana, Oksana, Oriana, Odelia

Petra, Petronella, Priscilla, Peg, Penelope, Persephone, Paige, Prudence, Phyllis, Philomena, Phoebe, Phaedra, Perdita, Poppy, Pearl/Perla, Pamela, Patrice/Patricia, Posy, Portia

Quintana, Queenie

Rita, Roxanne, Roxanna, Regina, Ruby, Rosanna, Rosetta, Rosalyn, Rosemarie, Rowena, Roberta, Rebecca, Rory, Ruta, Ruth, Raine

Sasha, Sheila, Soleil/Soleia, Suzette, Sybil, Scarlet, Saffron, Shirley, Sharlene, Sonia, Sondra/Sandra, Solange, Selene/Selena, Serena, Sharon, Sophie, Sylvie/Sylvia, Seraphina, Shannon, Shoshanna, Saskia, Savannah, Sally, Sunny, Sheena, Sage, Stella, Sabine, Samara, Sloan, Sadie, Starr/la, Skye, Sorrel, Shania, Sydney (uni)

Tallulah, Tess, Therese/Theresa, Trixie, Tara, Tabitha, Tatiana, Tanya, Talia, Tasha, Theodora, Tracy, Tilly, Tammy, Thalassa, Tuesday, Trinity, Tamara

Ulla, Uma, Una

Veda, Valentina, Violet/Violette/Violetta/Viola, Vivian/Viviana/Vivienne/Viveca, Velvet, Victoria, Vera, Vanessa, Veronica, Valerie, Vesta, Valencia

Whitney, Wednesday, Winona, Wanda, Wren, Willow, Wilhelmina/Winnie, Wilma

Xanthe, Xena, Xenia

Yvonne, Yvette, Yolanda

Zinnia, Zoe, Zelda/Zerelda

#survey #names

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baekchelor · 5 years ago

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𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

❝ i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.❞ —pablo neruda

THREE | HEARTACHE & FAREWELLS ◄ ᴘʀᴇᴠ

Daisy (against Geo's wishes) flies to Mumbai a little over a month into the shoot. Dharma is extending its filming period to six weeks, just as Alma predicted, so although George's left scenes are few, Daisy still gets to see him in action when —without an invitation, she arrives on set.

"I said I'd meet you at the hotel," he says as he greets her once Greta wrapped George’s last take for the day.

It's him and two other actors for this particular scene, in which Edmund reveals amidst the chaos of the Indian rebellion, he's well aware of James' feelings towards his wife.

Y/N is back at The Taj, probably still asleep. It is her free day, and George has come to learn the girl cherishes snooze above all things good. She'd rather stay in her Pj's and dreamland instead of strolling across Mumbai's beaches.

Daisy pecks George on the cheek, and a few of the staff members milling around them exchange curious glances. As far as George knows, no one but Dean and his sister, know about the friends-with-benefits situation with Daisy. And as far as he's concerned, everyone on the crew (except maybe Dev Patel. George suspects he's got a crush on Y/N too) were rooting and gossiping about Geo and Y/N's potential to become an item. So of course, they all seem taken aback with the unknown blonde wrapping her arms around George’s shoulder blades.

"I wanted to surprise you," Daisy whispers into his ear, standing on her tiptoes.

She's smiling up at him now, a complexion like peaches and cream, and George can make out signals of uncertainty in her expression. Daisy still looks as lovely as he remembers, yet not as beautiful as his lovely one. It hits him just then, how easily Y/N's smile can melt him down —and how, at this moment, Daisy's smile only makes him feel guilty.

"We're okay, aren't we, Georgie?" There it is again: the minimal furrowing of her brow, the vulnerable pull in her mouth. "You've just been busy, haven't you?"

He smiles back as tenderly as he can to reassure her. It seems to work because her features illuminate.

"Yeah," He puts his arm around her, the protectiveness of it a habit. Might this be how Y/N feels with Henry? "Come on. Let's go to The Taj."

Daisy's booked a separate room, of course. She even checked in at a completely different floor. George knows she's here on a mission, and she's going to try to spend at least one night in the same bed as he; but for some reason, it feels wrong to have a girl in the same mattress Y/N has fallen asleep, read books and talk to him about everything and nothing.

"Let's go out to dinner tonight," Daisy is wearing her hair down today, the way George likes it best. "Tell Y/N/N to come too. With a date, if she likes." Her expression slides into something conspiratorial. "She shouldn't have any trouble finding one by seven, right?"

"I don't see why she would," George manages to say, feeling the weight of it sink into his chest.

Things haven't been strange between him and Y/N. Not at all. Not if George ignores the razor-sharp awareness that prickles over his skin every time Y/N sits a little too close, so their thighs touch, or looks at her for a moment too long, so he catches that question Y/N never asked still lingering in her gaze.

Daisy is waiting expectantly, so against his inner-self will, and in an effort to prove God-knows-what to himself, George takes his phone and types out a message:

Two hours later, Y/N replies, and George realises he didn't clarify the fact that the Daisy in the matter isn't his sister but his friend. He doesn't want to let her know he has a physical relationship with a girl via text, so he opts to break the news before they walk into the restaurant.

George wipes off his lips with the corner of a table napkin. He keys in the name of the establishment, the time of their reservation and puts his phone away. Daisy sips her white wine, lashes thick and eyes reserved for him, and the likeness George would generally feel is overpowered by unease.

Much to George's dismay, Dev Patel —the other man in the crew who's also from London and can be referred to as London Boy (yes, George is still investigating if the nickname is reserved for him and if Y/N likes Taylor Swift)— is whom she brings as a date. He's much taller than her, the height difference more pronounced since Y/N is wearing flat sandals. The dress on Daisy is similar to the cobalt mini-dress loosely falling from Y/N's shoulders. Yet Daisy only manages to look almost —almost— as beautiful in George's eyes.

When Dev and Y/N walk into the restaurant together, her hand tucked around his arm, George experiences the tell-tale clench of disappointment. However, his inner self knows better, disappointment might be one of the many symptoms, but the most prominent is jealousy.

<< So there's a new London Boy. >>

"Y/N Y/L/N!" Daisy trills. "I'm so glad to finally meet you."

"Hello... Daisy?" Y/N replies with a discreet smile. She looks over at George, wondering why this Daisy is not the one she expected to encounter, this Daisy doesn't smile in the exact same way George does, and this Daisy is one Y/N hasn't ever heard about. George wants to apologize, entwine their hands and explain the long thread of misconceptions that took place since that one call in George's suite, but he knows this is not the place nor the right time to do it.

"Dev," London Boy #2 greets, extending his palm to shake Daisy's. George is grateful. "Are you George's girlfriend?

George is not grateful anymore.

Dev's eyes shine, he directs to George, "She's gorgeous, man."

"We're not a couple, actually."

"Oh."

"Yeah, we're complicated," Daisy ripostes.

George smiles at him half-heartedly, his gaze drifting immediately to Y/N's face. The studied neutrality on it, which every movie star learns to uphold in front of a press line —only to drop the facade when they're out with friends—, is what makes every trace of that half-smile disappear completely.

"What is it?" Daisy whispers as George pulls out her seat for her. No matter the situation, he is a gentleman.

George bends, so her lips are at the level of his ear. "What is what?"

Y/N catches the movement, and their eyes meet from across the table.

Daisy puts her little hand on George's bicep. "Why do you look so..." Y/N is staring at him, "...so sad?"

George's answer is stolen when charming Dev pulls out Y/N's chair for her. George has shared enough time with Dev on set, howbeit, he didn't realise how...touchy he is when he expresses his attention. The moment he is seated and Y/N smiles next to him, he brushes his fingers over her cheek and the corner of her mouth, with careful attention. Y/N isn't looking at George anymore.

On cue, George tears his eyes away too. "I don't know what you mean," he tells Daisy breezily, pressing his lips to her temple and sliding into his seat in one smooth movement. It's a dick move, he knows, but he has never felt so jealous in his whole life; thus, he cannot get a proper hold of his emotions.

Daisy is smart, intuitive, George is sure she doesn't buy his excuse when her hand cautiously removes itself from his arm and comes to fidget in her lap.

"Georgie..." she tries again, under her breath. Dev taps Y/N on the chin, and she responds with a tiny smirk.

Fuck it. George swallows harshly. There is a bitter taste in his mouth he can't seem to get rid of, not even after his second sip of scotch. "Everything is fine, Daisy."

But Daisy won't stop eyeing him after that. Long, searching looks from behind her menu and wine glass; quick, puzzled glances she tries to play off when Dev draws her into the conversation. When she reaches for it, George permits her to wrap her little hand around him under the table, but he doesn't squeeze back.

Y/N focuses her attention on Dev, letting her feed things to her off his plate with his fork and placing her hand between his shoulder blades when he murmurs a question into her waiting ear. It might be due to the same reason as George allows Daisy to hold his hand, or it might be because she is as angry as George suspects.

Dinner runs long, even though George can't remember anything that was discussed from the arrival of the breadbasket to the departure of the dessert plates. Only the cut of Y/N's lips, the bump of her chest when she breathes, her entire face in perpetual profile.

After picking at her food and swilling way too much chardonnay for her unlined stomach to handle, Daisy gets drunk. You've got to be kidding me, crosses George's mind before he's practically forced to piggyback Daisy out of the restaurant, into Tha Taj's elevator and to his room. She hooks her chin over his shoulder.

"Have fun tomorrow," Y/N susurrates. Dev has his palm at the small of her back, and George wants to slap it away.

"I'm sorry," George starts to say, but drunk Daisy surprises him by biting down gently on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. If he were not a good boy, a good London Boy, George would have dropped Daisy off his back. He wants her gone, now, yet he understands Daisy is at an awkward position, and he hasn't helped at all. George should be honest with her, how come, though? If he hasn't been honest with himself.

As an answer, Y/N shakes her head, dismissing the matter. She forces a smile, George can tell, it's the same expression he writes on his face when he's tired and annoyed and still has to stop to take photos at an Award Show. "Good night, heartbreak prince," Y/N murmurs.

That strikes a chord. George whips his face around, baffled. First London Boy, now Heartbreak Prince. He can't remember it as clear, but his sister repeatedly plays a particular album when she bakes, it is the same record London Boy belongs too, and a certain song, phrase, quote, lyric, contains those two words Y/N just told him: Heartbreak Prince.

Greta gives George the day off. The rumour has spread that a beautiful and clingy visitor surprised him on set yesterday. George hadn't asked for special treatment, but Gerwig insists.

"Show your girl around," the director says over the phone, in the sage tone of a mother. He can't help but correct her, Daisy is not his girl, merely a friend. Greta laughs, maintaining her position, "I'll film the scenes you aren't in. Marina and Edmund (George frowns at it, he doesn't want Michael Fassbender kissing his girl. But at least it is not Dev Patel), falling in love. I had their scenes programmed in two days, I'm just going to advance it. We'll survive without you for a day, prince."

Prince?

And again, he tortures himself with his endless theories about London Boy and Heartbreak Prince. He tells Daisy he's tired, so they reclude on his suite. To show Daisy around feels like betraying Y/N, he visited every landmark on the city with her, and he doesn't want to corrupt the memories by bringing a girl who's not her.

George pours Daisy a cup of coffee. She slept in his bed last night after he'd gently unzipped her dress and slipped one of his sleeping shirts over her head. George fell asleep in a chair by the bed, watching her breathe and feeling like a terrible person.

"Are you sure you don't want to go out? You shouldn't miss Mumbai's wonders because of me..." George comes to her side, handing her the cup, which she sets down on the nightstand. Then she holds out her arms, so he knows to crawl back into bed with her.

"I came here to be with you," she says, pulling him down until he's half on top of her. Her fingers thread through his hair on cue, but now the gesture lacks the confidence it used to have behind it. George doesn't know what makes him kiss her on the collarbone, almost like he's asking for forgiveness, but he does it once, twice, before resting his cheek against her chest.

They only have sex towards the end of the day, after George has texted his sister concerning a Taylor Swift song —he thinks is— about a Heartbreak Prince. As the other Daisy dips a teaspoon in each of the tarts and cakes available on the in-room dining menu, his sister sends him a youtube link to a song called Ms Americana & The Heartbreak Prince. George doesn't play it, it would be weird if he pulled out his AirPods with Daisy in the room. Instead, he reads the lyrics.

Scrolling through the words, he comes to terms that the nicknames might be nothing but a coincidence. He is indeed from London, and if anybody saw the way Daisy' stared at him at yesterday's dinner, they would have called him Heartbreak Prince as well. But another part of him, really wants it to be premeditated. He wants to be the London Boy, and he wants to be the boy Y/N thinks of when —if— she listens to Taylor Swift sing: you know I adore you, I’m crazier for you.

At dusk, when Daisy slides her hand up the back of his shirt, scratching lightly down his spine, George knows what she wants. She keeps her eyes open like she wants to memorise the expression on his face as he divests her of her underwear and pulls her body against his. Her mouth tastes like strawberries.

Daisy was never very vocal in bed. Whenever they get together, which is often because who's George kidding, that's basically the purpose of a no-strings-attached relationship, she muffles her moans into his shoulder or trades them for delicate gasps. The look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on her face expresses more than any sound could. Tonight, on the contrary, as he moves over her, she cries out uninhibitedly, like she doesn't care if anybody hears. Like she would just keep going even if someone came knocking on the door demanding her to shut the fuck up.

"Daisy," George forces out in the heat of it all, brows furrowed. "Am I hurting you?" And even as he says it, he hopes, so fervently, that Y/N is still out filming, not alone in her room next door, privy to their noise. It makes him sick to his stomach. The fact that he's thinking about someone else —another girl— when Daisy is wet and naked beneath him. "Tell me if I'm hurting you."

"Not like this," Daisy mumbles.

The cryptic nicknames are still running through George's mind when he's led to a chair and simultaneously seen to by hair and makeup. Daisy left this morning, much to George's relief. The feeling doesn't last long. He knows he should expect it by now (They shoot ninety per cent of their scenes together, for god's sake) but that doesn't stop him from jerking in surprise at the sweet sound of Y/N's voice. It sends his stomach into knots, and he swears he can feel something fluttering around.

"Hello," is all she says as she climbs into the makeup chair opposite George's. The stylists enveloped her in a white lace ruffle gown. Her dyed black, long hair has been placed into two victory rolls at either side of her head. It makes her look like a fucking angel and there, right there, is that wretched question in her eyes.

George folds his lips to wet them. "Long time no see, Gorgeous." He ventures, because his research told him it is also a Taylor Swift song, and maybe she'll take the sign that he has discovered her little riddle —if it even exists.

"It's only been a day," Y/N giggles. "But I know what you mean."The tinge of longing behind it does not go unnoticed.

"I didn't know about you and Dev," George ventures, because he can't help himself. "I guess it really is off this time with Henry."

"It's been over for a while, Geo." Y/N looks over, and the heat of her innocent gaze sets every single bump on George's spine on fire. "And Dev is just–"

"Are you sleeping with him?" George butts in.

Y/N's eyes darken. She’s clearly mad, and with the right to, what the fuck is wrong with him? "No. I'm not sleeping with him and its none of your business." Her voice is sharp and hollow, and George can only think about how even though he just screwed up, he can still get the girl. That, until Y/N continues, "Only one of us has bedded someone since we got to Mumbai, and it isn't me."

George flushes, swift as a sea swell. "You heard us?"

"I didn't have to," Y/N replies dryly.

Then, just like the first day they'd met, at the read-through in London, she seems to sense that she's said too much, and her mouth —that perfect, kissable mouth, stills over the last word. She shifts in her seat.

"I'm sorry," she mutters. "That was inappropriate of me."

"I'm sorry, too," George offers in return. Everything about the apology is melancholic.

"For what?"

"Thinking you were sleeping with him." After a pause, he continues, “And telling you about it. That was really disrespectful.”

But that's a lie. George is sorry for so many other things. He apologizes because he feels like he's just cheated on someone, and worse, on someone who's not even with him. Call him coward, George doesn't want to ruin what they have. What if she isn't over Henry? What if things don't work between them and they can never go back to this?

He doesn't know how long they sit in silence; it could be three minutes, it could be thirty. The hairstylists and makeup artists have long finished their work and proceeded to the craft service table. The crew is having technical difficulties today, something about the street’s uncooperative lighting. From behind them, George can make out an intense discussion on veganism between two of their co-stars (one plays Marina's maid, and the other plays Clint, a soldier who's close friends with James). Tomorrow, the girl and two other actors who portray Marina's parents will fly back to London, having completed their scenes in Mumbai.

George and Y/N, along with the rest of the actors who interpret Marina's love interests and Clint, will stay on for another six days to complete theirs.

"When I was dating Henry," Y/N says out of the blue, her voice stumpy but clear over the din of production. George smiles at the past tense she employs. "Someone else tried to confess his feelings for me."

"Just one person?" George is not in the teasing mood, so his smirk is lukewarm. He wants to thin the heavy sensation in the air around them. "I find that hard to believe."

"So did I," Y/N continues, "because we were really close friends."

That's not what George had meant, nor what he had been expecting. He wanted her to giggle, laugh even, not to feel like she's speaking to him. Maybe she suspects George fancies her, and this is her way to prevent him from going further.

"Oh." It takes a little time for him to formulate a better response. Y/N waits, or at least, that's what it feels like. "How did it happen?"

She picks at her fingernails, "He told me at a dinner party."

“What's a dinner without a little drama," George says, referring to their dinner with Daisy and Dev, just to fill in the static.

"After dinner, the cast was supposed to head to a bar and him, Booboo, said he wanted to drive with me."

"Booboo…” The name is too singular not to recognize. "Booboo Stewart?"

"Yes," she confirms. Y/N's fingers curl in the lacey fabric of her dress. "We walked to the parking lot together. And just like that, he began to tell me."

A chill treads lightly over George's nape. "What did he say?"

"Nothing," Y/N takes a deep, deep breath and releases it, like something in it has pained her. "I shut him down so fast. " Y/N's mouth sets in a grim line. "I asked him if he enjoyed the dinner, and all in a rush changed the subject to Henry and how good our relationship was at the moment...'"

"And what did he say?" George whispers. His heart is pounding out a hazardous beat.

"He didn't say a word," she tells him. "His face just crumpled, right there in front of me, and I felt so terrible." Y/N tugs at the snug, starched silver necklace she’s wearing as if it's part of the problem. "He was pretty much my best friend among the cast, you know? So I just pretended it never happen. I wanted him to know I still considered him a friend."

George can already see where this is going.

"But after that night, things just turned so weird between us," Y/N says. She's not looking at George, it only adds to his unease. "We couldn't rescue our friendship."

"It ruined it..." George murmurs.

The girl exhales, and it's as pained as it had been earlier. Her eyes have mellow considerably, and finally, she stares right into George's blue eyes. They don't exchange words for a while, their gazes seem to hold enough meaning. George is scared, frightened really, but he still manages to ask what intrigues him.

"Why," his throat works. "Why are you telling me this story?"

"I don't know." Y/N's voice falters, and George waits for the worst. Instead, she says something George didn't expect: "I guess because, recently, I feel like I'm Booboo, trying to say something and getting cut off before I can."

"If you're Booboo," George says, with a twinge, "then who is you?"

The look on Y/N's face is bewildered; soft and yielding too, like overheated butter.

There is a fifty per cent chance —George thinks to himself—, that she won't say what he wants her to say; rather, she will name the London Boy whose hair is black and eyes are brown. That leaves a fifty per cent chance —he continues thinking—, that Y/N will say what George wants her to say. And that is his name.

It is you, George.

"All right!" Greta bellows from the centre of the car park. Y/N snaps to attention, and the spell binding them together is broken. "Lighting issue addressed. We're ready for you!"

Inside, George's organs have turned to quicksand, caving into themselves speck by speck.

"That's us," Y/N says, hopping out of her chair. "Thanks for letting me ramble over my ridiculous stories," she laughs, and it rings with nerves.

George gets up too. "I like your stories," he mutters, suddenly thinking about closure and the different definitions it would hold for him, for Daisy, for Y/N and for, now happy (he hopes), Booboo Stewart.

"Excuse me?"

George didn't realize he wanted to tell someone so severely until Dean called and asked him about his time in Mumbai, his scenes for Dharma, and if he had won the bet. "You did. I liked it. Kissing Y/N."

"Are you telling me?”

"I want her." No filter. "I think I'm infatuated with her."

"Wow." Nothing is masking Dean's shock. "Wow. All this time, I was having a blast teasing you about it, because you're not the kind of man that falls for his co-star, but...wow." He chokes out a laugh. "You won't be a bachelor anymore, huh?"

"Won't I?" George says miserably. "Nothing is going to happen, Dean."

"Have you talked to her about it?"

"No." He and Y/N only talk in riddles. "It doesn't matter, either way, because I won't ruin our friendship."

"I understand," Dean puts in. For the first time in many months, George can tell his friend is being wholly serious. "But can things really go back to the way they were now that you know?"

"Now that I know...what?" A question for a question. It's always been a bad habit of George.

Dean spells it out for him with impatience. George can imagine him rolling his eyes, sick of him, "That you have these feelings for her." He exhales. "I hate to be the one to break this out for you, but if you don't tell her how you feel and she goes back to Henry or dates someone else, do you know how will that make you feel?" Dean barrels on, not bothering to stop for breath. "Ridiculous! Full of regrets! Like you lost her when you had the opportunity to be with her, right there in front of you. Idiot."

George grips his phone a little tighter. "I won't get hurt. And I have Daisy." He's gritting his teeth, molars digging into each other as he speaks. "She's a good girl, and she loves me, might give her a chance."

The silence is back, but only for a moment. "I understand you, Geo." It feels like their stations have been reversed, and Dean is age, and George is beauty. "Daisy is everything good." It's sad the way Dean says it, pitiful, even. "But you can't stay with people just because they're good. You stay with them because they are everything."

George tries to form a rebuttal to that, the leather case of his phone squeaking in his hand from how tightly he's grasping it. But he comes up empty, and he and Dean huff into the receiver at the same time.

The final scene of Marina and James is ironically, filmed on their last day in Mumbai. It is their reunion, where a wounded James comes back from England, unaware that Clint informed Marina about the injuries he suffered while fighting the rebellion, and that at the same fire in which Colonel Edmund lost his life, James lost his sight. Marina loves him and is finally able to be with him, even if Edmund is ashamed of the way his face, and body looks.

They're filming the whole thing at the Gateway of India. George remembers it well from the time they went to Elephanta and Y/N held onto his arm as if her life depended on it. George will remember it for another reason now: the end of a brief, bewitching chapter.

Greta Gerwig pulls his two leading stars into a meeting before she starts rolling. "I want to work with you two again," she says warmly. "I knew this movie was going to be a success when you both signed on."

They smile in turn, murmuring their thanks.

The director gets down to business, looking pleased as punch. "What I need you to do for me in this last scene is making me feel the longing." She squeezes her fists together with gusto. Then she looks at them with a smile painted on her thin lips. "I want it to feel like you're the only two people left in the world. Forget about the extras, and Aakesh looking at the scene. You don't see anybody else —George quite literally—, or hear anybody else, except the person in front of you, and how much you missed them while you were separated." Greta breathes in. "You think you can do that?"

"I'll try my best, Boss," Daniella says in earnest. George nods along, watching her. He wonders if Greta Gerwig, the screenwriter and the vastness of the universe are all conspiring against him.

George repasses his lines on his head, it's supposed to be a sign to the last time James and Marina saw each other —when they made love. The lines are the same, only said different, and George knows every single sentence James will speak to the woman he loves when he hears Greta Gerwig's "Action!"

George can hear the sound of his own breathing crisp in his ears. If he cuts his eyes, just so, to the right, he can make out the rosy swell of Y/N's lip.

"Can you love me like this?" he murmurs, chest heaving. The force of his real-life emotion slams into him like a concrete wall.

"Always" Y/N —no, it's Marina, Marina— thumbs over the still open scar that cuts from his right eye to his chin. Then, so slowly it aches, she kisses him.

There's a celebration party that evening at an Italian Restaurant. It's on the eighth floor of a midrise commercial building. From the window, George observes the rows and columns of flashy lights that crowd the horizon, blinding and unapologetic.

He and Y/N stick close together, preceding conversation for a silence that teems with unsaid things.

As the night winds down, and the people around them begin to file out in a wine-induced haze, George is emboldened enough to ask, "Can I sleep in your room tonight?" He knows how close he is to reveal himself (if George hasn't done it already), how inappropriate it is to ask that to a girl, and he doesn't give a shit. "For old time's sake."

"Uhm…yeah, no problem," Y/N answers. "Whatever you want." It's so simple, yet so loaded, and it makes George curl his toes inside his sneakers.

They take turns in the shower. George's brought his sleeping clothes and his toothbrush, the way he does when he goes over to Daisy's...but George stops the thought right there because he's decided to be selfish this final night. He's not going to think about her at all, neither about Henry or Dev Patel. Not even about the potential, this night has to ruin their friendship.

In the morning, when he flies back to London, everything will go back to normal anyway.

Y/N is already in bed when George emerges from the in-suite bathroom. She props himself up on her elbows when he shuts the bathroom door. Then she smiles, and she pats the space beside her, just like a friend would. It's the same side George had slept on when they'd taken that nap together.

"Did I wake you?" George asks, feeling warm and wistful.

"I wasn’t asleep" is Y/N's reply. "But I should be. Come on."

George feels the dip of the mattress under his backside. The linens guard fragrance of the detergent, and he senses the stillness of the air between his arm and Y/N's, under the covers, where they do not touch.

The girl turns over on her side. "We had a good time, didn't we?" Her breath fans over George's cheeks, toothpaste-fresh.

"I had a blast." George stares at one of the switched-off ceiling lights. "I had so much fun working with you. And even when we weren't working," he adds in haste. "Every second of it."

Y/N is heavy-lidded, but not in a way that suggests lethargy. "The feeling," she says, "is mutual."

One, two, three, four, breathe. George tries to resist, tries to keep his head above water, but it's as if his body is on autopilot. He turns over on his side too, so he and Y/N can see each other's faces.

He lets the words breach his lips before he can change his mind. "Did Henry ever tell you how beautiful you are?"

It's enough to disrupt the assembly line of Y/N's slow, steady blinks. George loves the way her eyelids flutter, completely surprised. He files it away for the future when he can no longer see it up close.

Y/N's lips part. "Not recently."

"Take it from another man, then," he says with conviction. "You are beautiful."

"You’re very handsome yourself," his companion mumbles.

George's heart pulses painfully. All right, George, it seems to chide. That's enough. That should be enough to last you.

It's like Y/N has read his mind: "We should get some sleep." She presses her lips together; they're moist at the centre from where she's darted out her tongue. "Early flight tomorrow."

"You're right," the boy agrees. And at that very moment, he feels impossibly reckless.

There's a surge of something potent behind his ribcage, and then he's leaning over and pecking Y/N's bottom lip —so softly, it could almost pass as innocent.

"Good night, Gorgeous," he whispers, bravado slipping a mile and minute. He doesn't look her in the eye. He only turns his body in the opposite direction and switches off the lamp on his nightstand.

The room falls dark.

When Y/N cautiously hooks an arm over his waist and keeps it there, it liquefies George's bones.

"Sweet dreams, Geo," she whispers into his nape. Her voice is defenceless, and it seems to suggest that Y/N isn't holding him to any promises. "Thank you for Mumbai," she tells him, and it breaks George's heart.

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A/N: The next chapter is the last one, loves. xx

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Top 15 films of 2017

Yeah Twin Peaks: The Return was better than all of these but wygd? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

15. Good Time

A pulse-pounding neon-soaked descent into hell, Good Time has a classic setup of a robbery gone wrong, but it’s the breathtaking way the Safdie brothers stage it that truly sets this story apart. A completely unrecognizable Robert Pattinson stars as Connie Nikas, a demented, strung-out criminal searching for a way to break his brother out of Riker’s Island only to be sidetracked by his own vices and incompetencies. You simply can’t take your eyes off it.

14. Okja

Every film by Bong Joon-Ho has an uncanny ability to whiz by so effortlessly and his latest creature feature is no exception. Crafting a significantly more sympathetic beast than in his earlier The Host, Okja is a classic tale of human/animal friendship in the vein of E.T.. But make no mistake, Okja is a pointed satire of the giant capitalist racket that is the meat industry. It never sacrifices the good story whilst still delivering this message however, and Okja will tug at your heartstrings as well as thrill your inner action junkie.

13. Logan

In a year full of very fine superhero films (Wonder Woman and Thor: Ragnarok come to mind) Logan easily towered over the rest. Anchored by two excellent performances by longtime Wolverine Hugh Jackman as well as Patrick Stewart as an aging Professor X, James Mangold proved a good story told well eclipses the novelty of a cinematic universe any day. It’s a stirring climax to a franchise that desperately needed an injection of pathos.

12. The Shape of Water

Guillermo del Toro has proven he’s the most versatile maker of monsters in this medium, and he returns on a smaller scale to tell this fantastic fairy tale about a webbed fish-man and the mute woman who falls in love with him. It may stick a little closer to formula than some might like, but it makes up for this with some brilliant performances from the entire cast, especially Sally Hawkins as protagonist Eliza and Richard Jenkins as her equally lonely best friend. It’s a film that only Del Toro could make and he imbues it with his signature amount of heart to make it a lovely fairy tale.

11. Personal Shopper

Personal Shopper is a not a film eager to divulge its mysteries. A dreamy, creepy exterior covers the heart of this film that’s really a gut-wrenching portrait of grief. Kristen Stewart is at her absolute best as a grieving sister moonlighting as a personal shopper for a member of the Paris elite. Her descent into paranoia and madness is both spine-tingling and mesmerizing and the ending will knock you out.

10. John Wick: Chapter Two

The original John Wick was a welcome and pulpy surprise return to form for action maestro Keanu Reeves, but its sequel goes for broke in a way that pays off in a way I doubt anyone could have expected. The action is bolder, the stakes are even higher, and Wick’s society of assassins becomes deeper and more interesting than it had any right to be.

9. Call Me By Your Name

A tender, beautiful romance set in the heart of northern Italy, Call Me By Your Name will make you long for the dog days of summer and pine for the caress of a lost love. Both Timothee Chalamet and Armie Hammer give Oscar-caliber performances as two star-crossed lovers who share one sweet summer together. The exceptional screenplay by James White makes it feel so authentic and the haunting songs by Sufjan Stevens will make sure this is not a film that will leave your soul any time soon.

8. Phantom Thread

One of the film industry’s most unique voices, Paul Thomas Anderson seems to challenge his own ambitions with every new film he creates and Phantom Thread is no exception. Set in post-WWII London, Daniel Day-Lewis (in his alleged final performance) plays dressmaker Reynolds Woodcock who falls in love with the young ingenue Alma, played to perfection by Vicky Krieps. To get too far deep into the plot would spoil the magic, but Phantom Thread is one of Paul Thomas Anderson’s funniest, quirkiest and most elegant movies he’s made in his incredible career.

7. Get Out

To harp too long on the timeliness and sharpness of Get Out’s societal commentary may be natural, but can do a disservice to just how tightly and expertly it executes as a thriller. Yes, Jordan Peele’s script contains some of the sharpest barbs towards white society in the Trump era, but it would be just as thrilling without them. Get Out is one of the best horror films in years and the future is blindingly bright for Jordan Peele’s directing career.

6. After The Storm

Hirokazu Kore-eda’s After the Storm is an incredibly endearing tale of an ordinary Japanese family, a relationship drama about a man trying to do right by his ex-wife, his son and his aging mother. Full of humor, incredible performances and a bittersweet melancholiness to the whole affair, this is the cinematic equivalent of a warm hug that will leave you misty-eyed. Don’t miss this one now that it’s made its way to Amazon Prime.

5. Star Wars: The Last Jedi

What better way to characterize the year that was 2017 than failed resistances, distrust in old institutions and everything going to hell in a handbasket. If being that thematically resonant was all The Last Jedi was able to accomplish, it would still be a fine movie. But Rian Johnson’s assured direction and script full of zippy and wonderful dialogue made sure The Last Jedi is of the finest entries in the entire saga.

4. Dunkirk

In many ways, Dunkirk is a film that Christopher Nolan’s entire career has been building towards. A ticking clock in three concentric circles, Dunkirk dramatizes the thrilling escape of one of the most pivotal moments of World War II by telling the story from land, sea and air. Dunkirk is much more than its narrative gimmick, however, as this is easily one of the most tense hour and forty minutes you can endure on the big screen. Its editing of each dramatic escape is simply thrilling and cinematographer Hoyte van Hoytema makes us of every inch of detail the 70mm IMAX cameras can capture. Seek out a 70mm screening before it’s too late as it may be the best theater experience out there.

3. Blade Runner 2049

Even with people as talented as Denis Villeneuve, Roger Deakins and Ryan Gosling onboard, it was going to take quite a bit of quality for this to be a worthy sequel to arguably the most seminal piece of science fiction cinema ever. And yet Blade Runner 2049 is a stunning work. Rarely is a blockbuster of this size so hypnotic, meditative and thoughtful, and rarely does a sequel come so close to eclipsing its original.

2. Baby Driver

There’s no one making movies today quite like Edgar Wright does, and Baby Driver is but the latest shining example of a master at work. Wright made a movie for all of us who drum on our steering wheel too much, stay in the car a little extra to finish a great tune of air guitar, or need an extra "HEY" to pull out our earphones. This is a symphony of action, hilarity and pure filmmaking bliss set to a delightful soundtrack with editing that is head-spinningly frantic. Frankly you won’t have more fun watching a movie than Baby Driver.

1. Lady Bird

Coming-of-age films have a tendency to ring a little hollow if they don’t mirror your own experience or the dialogue feels even just a tiny bit off. Lady Bird avoids every single one of these pitfalls and morphs into some universal while at the same time feeling so singular. Greta Gerwig also wrote the incredible Frances Ha and simply knocks you flat with this as her directorial debut. Each character has just the right amount of quirk while also feeling so authentic in their delivery. Saoirse Ronan is simply perfect as the titular Lady Bird and equally amazing is her mother played by Laurie Metcalf. It’s an odyssey about youth and growing up that will make you both cackle with laughter and leave you misty-eyed with tears.

#movies #best of 2017

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