#Clyde Henry Productions

[tyttetardis]

Macbeth Donmar Supporter's Zoom Conversation

On the 9th of May 2023 Donmar Warehouse held a Zoom "meeting" for supporters where Michael Longhurst talked about their two newly announced productions - Clyde's and Macbeth. This was a week before tickets went on general sale and before they announced that Cush Jumbo would be playing Lady Macbeth.

At the time it was all, of course, quite exciting since everything they revealed during the talk was brand new info! Most of which wouldn't be known at large until the play was being perfomed (or later). I think only about 80 people participated, most of which I think either worked for the Donmar or were members at much higher levels.

Today it's no longer new information as such, but I thought it might still be interesting to make a post about what was said during this talk :)

Michael first spoke about Clyde's (which I didn't actually listen much too) and then introduced Macbeth as their Christmas show (using the word Christmas "incredibly tenuously") saying the cast was yet to be revealed, but called it a beautiful ensamble piece, and that they were in the process of casting with the cast to be revealed "shortly".

He then went on to say that the casting that was revealed the week before made a bit of a spark - David Tennant coming to the Donmar to play Macbeth :) He mentioned it being directed by Max Webster since Michael was so impressed with how he did Henry V the year before. He said they had a joyful process of going to their favourite actors trying to match slots and titles to the actors that they love - and that they were thrilled that Mr. Tennant was stepping up to the Scottish play - "we felt it was time!"

"He [David] has obviousley given amazing Shakespearean performances - Hamlet, Richard II at the RSC - I, yeah, I think his verse speaking is frankly unparalleled, it's a thing of beauty. He's quicksilver, but he can push himself into the most extraordinary characterisations."

He went on to say that David and Max were deep into discussions about what this production should be. He said there's always Macbeths, but he thought what they would do so spectacularly would be to allow it to be a deeply psychological take on the play (facilitated/inspired by the Donmar's space).

He said they had a very exciting Lady Macbeth who would be announced in a week. He said she was a Donmar alumni who had a great Shakespearean set of works under her belt. He was thrilled to reunite her with David, saying that they had just done a TV series together. "So you can go do some subtle googling, but please don't share it" :P "It's amazing, they are gonna be a fierce combination!"

Someone then asked about whether the show would be streamed to which Michael said they were having conversations about it since there was a LOT of interest and they knew demand for this show with David would be incredibly high. So they would be doing everything they could to get the show streamed, it was their absolute ambition. Not least since it would be amazing to be able to share it with students. So they were in those conversations "as we speak". He later talks about it again - saying that streaming is a way of mass sharing, even if it can't recreate the experience of closeness at the Donmar. That they would try to secure screenings of it since they were aware it would be very popular "It's almost a curse of having such an intimate theatre - that when you program a star like that, it becomes huge".

Choosing to stage Macbeth was down to Michael and Max having a conversation about a short list of Shakespeare plays Max was keen to have a go at and them talking about various leading actors (later he expands on this as Max having had conversations with potential leading actors on which titles they were inspired with/ to perform - sorta like an Actors dating spree, 6 months ago) to decide which one would be the best one for this moment - "David's availibity created this window between two massive screen projects and it felt like the one to grab". Macbeth hadn't been staged at the "Donmar" since 1976 - with the legendary Dench and McKellen version. Michael said he thinks that the Donmar stage is the perfect space for Macbeth since "it allows the director and the lead actor to utterly hold a room of people in a way that'd be thrilling and terrifying, that you can't necessarily do in other spaces". He then said that he didn't think Max was interested in the witches and the supernatural as real entities but rather looking at psychological, trauma related reasons to explore those devices within the play. He also said Max was very passionate about making it very Scottish and that he had already been meeting with Scottish folk musicians to create his ensemble team. Also that he was very interested in Lady M being from outside the Scottish hiearchy - that she's be unafraid to challenge that Scottish status quo.

For Michael it's about "the synergy of an actor who should be playing that character - and that is Mr. David Tennant because he is one of our greatest verse speakers, let alone the greatest Scottish verse speaker".

He said that the production would definitely be a contemporary set. A modern dress Macbeth.

He then said that the reason he wanted to back Max as a director is that he thinks he offers a brand of total theatre that is really exceptional. There was a question about the music used in Henry V, and Michael said he just knew about the Scottish folk music and that music would be a part of the show, and that music is always a big part of Max's shows.

Someone then asked if they consult with scools on what plays they are studying in order to choose what they put on. Michael says they were obviously very aware of Macbeth being part of the curriculum and that being one of the reasons they thought this was "the text. And obviousley with David and his DW background, he brings a huge appeal and accesibility for young people who might find Shakespeare challenging - and you know, being brought into that story by someone they know and love so well is...you know we saw the effect happen on Henry V, 40% of people coming to the Donmar were coming for the first time when we had Henry V on - and it's thrilling to expand that connection, and we know David will do the same".

[scotianostra]

On October 23rd 1295 the “Auld Alliance” treaty was signed between John Balliol, King of Scots, and Philippe IV of France.

The treaty stipulated that if either Scotland or France was attacked by England, the other country would invade English territory. However, this wasn’t quite as even-handed and mutually helpful as it seemed. For one, because the English had lands in France, all the French were required to do was continue their struggle against the English on their soil.

The cost of any outright war between Scotland and England, meanwhile, had to be borne entirely by the Scots.

But for a tiny nation like Scotland, alliance with mighty France was of great symbolic importance – even if it didn’t stop the English frequently invading Scotland during the centuries the Auld Alliance ran.

If you read my posts you will have seen the mention of battles fought, not only in England, but on French soil, where Scots fought and died, we were regarded as elite soldiers.

Shakespeare’s ‘Henry V’ rightly portrays the Battle of Agincourt in 1415 as one of England’s greatest military victories. For the French it was a disaster that led to the near collapse of their kingdom. In their darkest hour the Dauphin turned to the Scots, England’s enemy, for salvation.

Between 1419 and 1424, 15,000 Scots left from the River Clyde to fight in France. In 1421 at the Battle of Bauge the Scots dealt a crushing defeat to the English and slew the Duke of Clarence.

Honours and rewards were heaped upon the Scots army by the French. The Earl of Douglas was given the royal Dukedom of Touraine and the Scots army lived well off the land, much to the chagrin of the French peasantry.

Their victory was short lived however; at Vernuil in 1424 a Scots army of 4,000 men was annihilated. As mercenaries they could have expected no mercy and those who were captured were dispatched on the spot. Despite their defeat, the Scots had brought France valuable breathing space and effectively saved the country from English domination.

Many Scots continued to serve in France. They aided Joan of Arc in her famous relief of Orleans and many went on to form the Garde Écossais, the fiercely loyal bodyguard of the French Kings, where they were at the very heart of French politics.

Many Scots mercenaries settled in France although they continued to think of themselves as Scots. One such man was Beraud Stuart of Aubigny: a third-generation Scot immigrant, Captain of the Garde Écossais from 1493-1508, and hero of France’s Italian wars. To this day both he and other Scots heroes of the Auld Alliance are celebrated in Beraud’s home town of Aubigny-sur-Neve in an annual pageant.

The Auld Alliance wasn’t simply a military alliance; it was based on a long-established friendship founded on the Scots love of French wine.

The signing of the Auld Alliance in 1295 might have given the Scots French support against England, but it also gave the Scottish merchants the privilege of selecting the first choice of Bordeaux’s finest wines - a privilege which was eagerly protected for hundreds of years, much to the annoyance of English wine drinkers who received an inferior product.

French wine was landed on Wine Quay of Leith and rolled up the streets to the merchants’ cellars behind the water front. The wine landed was mostly for the elite of Scottish society, with most commoners drinking whisky or beer, but it seems to have been popular with everyone for Hogmanay celebrations.

Trade, especially of wine, has a tendency to fly in the face of political changes and alliances. After the Reformation, the Auld Alliance was no longer feasible between Protestant Scotland and Catholic France, but the trade in Claret continued. People simply kept drinking it.

An example of this process can be seen in the post-Reformation destiny of St Anthony’s fund: a charitable fund raised on the back of the wine trade. The fund was simply converted to Protestantism by King James VI and passed onto the Old Leith Parish Church.

As late as the 1670s, Scots merchants were still going to Bordeaux to get their first choice of wine. Even after the Union of Parliaments with England in 1707, Scots continued to smuggle Claret into Scotland to avoid taxes. Scots of all persuasions, Jacobite or Hanoverian, continued to drink Claret in preference to patriotic Port - especially when toasting the exiled Stuart kings as 'the King over the water’.

[byneddiedingo]

Anne Bancroft and Dustin Hoffman in The Graduate (Mike Nichols, 1967)

Cast: Dustin Hoffman, Anne Bancroft, Katharine Ross, William Daniels, Murray Hamilton, Elizabeth Wilson, Buck Henry, Brian Avery, Walter Brooke, Norman Fell, Alice Ghostley, Marion Lorne, Eddra Gale. Screenplay: Calder Willingham, Buck Henry, based on a novel by Charles Webb. Cinematography: Robert Surtees. Production design: Richard Sylbert. Film editing: Sam O’Steen. 

The Graduate and It Happened One Night (Frank Capra, 1934) are both fine examples of the "runaway bride" trope, but there the resemblance ends in irony. In the latter, Ellie (Claudette Colbert) balks at the altar and runs away, veil and train streaming, into the arms of Peter (Clark Gable), but we never see them together: The film ends with the sound of a toy trumpet and we see the "walls of Jericho" blanket falling. It's a gratifying "happy ending," in which order is brought out of chaos, which is the way a romantic comedy is traditionally supposed to end. But in The Graduate the situation is reversed: The wedding that is supposed to restore order ends in chaos, as Benjamin (Dustin Hoffman) arrives to carry off Elaine (Katharine Ross), interrupting the nuptial kiss after the wedding is over. And then we see them together on the bus, as Nichols holds the camera on their faces just a little longer than he might: The smiles on their faces begin to fade, and uncertainty takes hold. We aren't supposed to wonder about what happens to Ellie and Peter, but we can't help feeling the chill of reality fall over Elaine and Benjamin. Watching The Graduate today, I find it a troubling, even cynical treatment of some serious themes. Benjamin, for example, seems to be designed as a comic figure, with his little gulps and tics and his awkwardness when faced with the seductive Mrs. Robinson (Anne Bancroft). But a more sympathetic viewer might diagnose him as clinically depressed, desperately being borne along by the tide of events, just as he's borne along by the moving sidewalk at the airport in the film's beginning, and then trying to avoid the consequences of the freedom he has earned by graduating. He escapes from the adult world into his room, with its burbling fish tank that foreshadows his underwater escape when he's expected to "perform" in the scuba gear he's been presented by his parents. When he does commit himself to a course of action, deciding suddenly and almost arbitrarily that he will marry Elaine, he has clearly lost his mind. And is there a sadder figure in movies than Mrs. Robinson, who lives in alcoholic denial of the disaster her life has become? Bancroft's performance in the scene in which Benjamin tries to get her to open up about her life is simply stunning. The screenplay by Calder Willingham and Buck Henry is the only really funny part of the film, with its classically quotable lines: "Plastics." "Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me. ... Aren't you?" "I think you're the most attractive of all my parents' friends." It's Nichols's direction that turns our attention to the reality undermining the comedy. The Graduate is often seen as a kind of twin to Bonnie and Clyde (Arthur Penn, 1967): two films that announce an epochal shift in Hollywood, upending audience expectations by addressing themselves to a more sophisticated young audience. As a satire on upper-middle-class life in the mid-20th century that masquerades as a romantic comedy, The Graduate was enormously influential. I just can't make up my mind whether that influence was for the good.

[safarigirlsp]

How do you feel about adding Serge from Megalopolis to your roundup? (Personally, I'm not going super crazy over the pics and the little bit I've read about his character, but I suppose it'll depend on how he's revealed in the movie.)

Hi and thank you for your message!

I was seriously excited when the Megalopolis news dropped. Francis Ford Coppola made the sexiest Dracula movie ever and even managed to make Gary Oldman kind of hot! I assumed he would make AD smoldering hot! I even read the script myself and although I wasn’t blown away, I thought it could be fun and had potential. I even like the name Serge. And I definitely love and prefer anti-heroes, villains, and bastards!

It was a bad day for me when those pics of that absolutely hideous hair dropped. Omg I was and am so pissed about it! What a fucking travesty to butcher AD’s hair like that - a man who has some of the best hair out there. It’s criminal. It’s like one of my best friends has said — Paul Giamatti exists and he’s a superb actor, so if you want someone who looks fugly but can act, get someone who’s fugly and can act! Don’t get one of the hottest men in the world and turn him into Paul Giamatti!

I personally only like men with good hair that is at least on the longer side and facial hair, both in actors and in real life. Almost without exception, short hair and clean shaven is a no-fly zone for me, along with blondes, redheads, and small men 🤣 There are exceptions, of course! But the super short Serge cut is an absolute turnoff for me. I just can’t. There is nothing he could do to redeem himself into being attractive to me short of getting a makeover. I might like the movie and the character, that remains to be seen, and I actually assume I might. But he’s very very unattractive to me. Like White Noise, I actually liked the movie quite a lot, but I’m very not into Jack as an object of attraction lol. If anyone else is into them, that’s awesome and more power to you! But it’s not my thing.

I’m so so happy for and excited by 65! I’m absolutely adding Mills to my lineup and I already have a couple things in the works for him and a bigger story planned. I’m also working on a fun AU for one of my friends who made an AD edit that looks like Cruella DeVille and asked for a thing with him 🤣 After 65 though, it looks like I’m in for a long drought of characters I find hot and am excited by.

As of January 1, I dropped Clyde, Henry, and Charlie from my lineup because I’m just so much more into Jacques and Flip, and I know I’m going to be obsessed with Mills. For the foreseeable future, I’ll be keeping my lineup to them and Kylo AUs. I’ll have my plate full with those four for anything I try to write this year. I also just enjoy writing them the most. And some other guys may show up for cameos here and there or as specials for friends!

My lineup was starting to look like this for a while 🤣

I’ve really been losing steam with the fic business just because it seems like there are much more meaningful and productive things I could and should be doing with my time. I have a novel I’m finishing and another crank out this year, so those definitely take priority, but I’ve generally enjoyed splitting it up with fics. I’ve literally written over a million words in fiction since 2020, and I go back and forth as to whether or not its been worth it or just a pathetic waste of time and cry for help 🤣 It feels like throwing it out into a void a lot of the time. However, at least it’s been good practice, which is why I’ve kept it up!

If you are into or get into Serge, I’m sure there will be plenty of fics out there for him! I expect him to be one of the more popular guys in fics going forward. If you get into Mills, I’ll definitely be your guy for him!

Sorry, that was an overly long-winded answer to your question! Talk about obnoxiously over-sharing 🤣

[vitapictura]

YASMYN. Clarity for a Day or Two | Documentary | Trailer from Vita Pictura on Vimeo.

Experience the captivating journey of Yasmyn (Sinencia Jasmine Kass), a visionary artist whose roots span Dominican and Estonian heritage, a fusion that reflects her unique perspective in a world still discovering diversity. Yasmyn's daring, experimental music carved a niche and won her a devoted following. However, when the pandemic brought live concerts to a grinding halt, Yasmyn faced a daunting challenge. Forced to navigate the uncertainties of her twenties, she found herself balancing a life as a nail technician while fiercely holding onto her musical dreams.

Witness her unwavering determination as she battles through the universal struggles of this pivotal age – the relentless pursuit of success in the unforgiving music industry, the quest for financial stability, and the nurturing of relationships, both onstage and off.

This gripping narrative of resilience leads to a triumphant crescendo, where Yasmyn defies the odds on the biggest awards night of the year. Experience the artist's journey from hardship to glory, in a story of creativity and perseverance.

Production Company | Vita Pictura  vitapictura.co

Film Distribution | Film Tower / Margus Õunapuu

Directors & Producers | Anastasia Zazhitskaya & Georgius Misjura Producer l Roman Pototski Cinematography | Anastasia Zazhitskaya, Kaspar Kolk, Nikita Jegorov, Nikita Kurashov Poster & Teaser | Felix Laasme

Additional Footage | Axel Barde, Clyde Sistach, Aleksei Kulikov, Feliks Laasme, Kaspar Kolk, Martin Raid, Max Kazmirevski, Serj Rimma, Georg Puhm, Kevin Kohjus, Bedwetters, ProLab, Eesti Rahvusringhääling

Post-Production Company | Vita Pictura Color Grading | Lev Kovalenko Video Editors | Isam Muhammad, Georgius Misjura, Grete-Elisabeth Lauri, Lev Kovalenko, Victoria Villig Sound Design & Mixing l Venla Rummukainen Motion Design l Henry Parelo, Sukhpal Bhogal Translators l Grete-Elisabeth Lauri, Sinencia Jasmine Kass, Roman Pototski 

Special Thanks to l FastRise, Peeter Ehala, TIKS rekords, Bon Bon Lingerie, Bedwetters, Anneli Savitski, Number One Fight Show, Igor Shinkevich, Martin Raid, ProLab

Music l YASMYN & Caspar Mágus

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Good Morning Mr. Wolf by Patrick Watson from the album Love Songs For Robots - Directed by Maciek Szczerbowski and Chris Lavis

[gebo4482]

La jeune fille qui pleurait des perles

Dir: Chris Lavis, Maciek Szczerbowski

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[moviemosaics]

Madame Tutli-Putli

directed by Chris Lavis and Maciek Szczerbowski, 2007

[classicfilmfan64]

I’m watching the Criterion collection’s remastered version, of this classic film noir bank robbery, ‘take it on the lam, from the cops’, caper picture. This is definitely a prototype, for so many more bank robbery crime caper movies. I never understood why people would rob banks, commit murder and mayhem, then expect to magically get away with it? Why would you want to be forever paranoid, that cops were following your every move, lurking around every corner?

I recall reading about the infamous Hays Hollywood production code, which said that ‘crime must not pay’, in films, the bad guys must always be shown to have to pay for their crimes, in jail, or be killed by the police. Today, it’s even harder to get away with it, than in the 1930s and 40s, and yet these crimes still exist. The idea of getting something for nothing, by stealing, and robbing and burglarizing has never gone away.

Check out the movie, if you can. Netflix has the Criterion Blu Ray, and maybe DVD, too. Also try looking for DVD movies, online, at your local public library, I have found LOTS of great old movies, that way.

· Cathy O'Donnell as Catherine "Keechie" Mobley

· Farley Granger as Arthur "Bowie" Bowers

· Howard Da Silva as Chicamaw "One-Eye" Mobley

· Jay C. Flippen as Henry "T-Dub" Mansfield

· Helen Craig as Mattie

· Will Wright as Mobley

They Live by Night is a 1948 American film noir directed by Nicholas Ray, in his directorial debut, and starring Cathy O'Donnell and Farley Granger. Based on Edward Anderson's Depression-era novel Thieves Like Us, the film follows a young convict on the run who falls in love with a woman and attempts to begin a life with her.

The film opened theatrically in London in August 1948 under the title The Twisted Road, before it was released in the United States by RKO Radio Pictures as They Live by Night in November 1949. Though it received favorable reviews from film critics, it was a box-office failure, losing the studio $445,000.

Although the film is considered by many to be the prototype for the "couple on the run" genre, and is generally seen as the forerunner to the movie Bonnie and Clyde, the first telling of the story was actually the 1939 Persons in Hiding, based on the J. Edgar Hoover memoir of the same title.

[scotianostra]

On December 26th 1760 “Roebucks, Garbett and Cadells”, later The Carron Company IronWorks, near Falkirk, brought its first blast furnace into operation.

The factory of Roebucks, Garbett and Cadells was established on the north bank of Carron Water, two miles north of Falkirk. Taking iron ore from Bo'ness and water from the Carron, they decided to use the new method pioneered by Abraham Darby at the Coalbrookdale Co, using coke from coal mines in the vicinity as fuel rather than the usual charcoal. The works helped to push other less technologically advanced ironworks, such as the Wealden iron industry based in the Weald, out of business.

Caddell’s young son, also William Cadell, Junior, was appointed manager, and the company’s financial position was precarious in its first few years. It took time and a considerable investment to create the necessary infrastructure and for the largely unskilled workforce to develop the techniques of iron working.

1759 November 11th. The partnership, commencing on 11th November, 1759, was signed on 19th January and 9th February, 1760. There were seven partners, and the capital was to be £12,000, divided into 24 parts or shares. Roebuck and Garbett both had a quarter of the shares valued at £3,000 shares each, Caddell Senior and Junior had another £3,000 worth split evenly between them, the other quarter was split evenly between Roebucks brothers Thomas; Benjamin and Ebenezer.

The company was, at that time, known as “Roebucks, Garbett and Cadells” when the factory started to produce cast iron goods, they were of a generally poor quality. Nevertheless, in 1764, the Board of Ordnance granted the company a lucrative contract to supply armaments to the British armed forces. The company also cast parts for James Watt’s steam engine in 1765.

The company received a royal charter to incorporate as the Carron Company in 1773. However, despite their best efforts, the quality of the company’s products remained low, this resulted in the company’s contracts to supply the Royal Navy being cancelled in 1773.

Undeterred, the company pushed forward the development of a new type of cannon, shorter and therefore much lighter than a long gun of the same calibre known as the “Carronade”.

The carronade was a considerable success, and remained in production from 1778 through to the 1850s. The company established such a reputation for quality that the Duke of Wellington remarked in a letter to Admiral Berkley in 1812 that he only wanted cannon manufactured by the Carron Company in his army. The company also made ammunition, including some invented by Henry Shrapnel.

By 1814, the Carron Company was the largest iron works in Europe, employing over 2,000 workers. They continued to produce pig iron through the 19th century, together with cast-iron products such as balustrades, fire grates, and the Carron bathtub. The company ran its own shipping line and produced munitions in both World Wars. It later became one of several foundries producing pillar boxes and was one of five foundries casting Sir Giles Gilbert Scott’s classic Red telephone boxes. In the 1960s, it produced cast-iron rings to line the Tyne Tunnel under the River Tyne from Jarrow to Howdon and the Clyde Tunnel under the River Clyde from Whiteinch to Govan near Glasgow.

The company diversified into plastics and stainless steel, but the works went into receivership in 1982. The company was bought over and still operates today under the name of Carron Phoenix, part of the Franke corporation. Like its predecessor, The Carron Company, Carron Phoenix’s headquarters are at the Carron Works in Falkirk.

Carron Phoenix produces stainless steel, ceramic and granite molded sinks that are sold around the world; however, some areas of production have been moved to China and Slovakia.

The company still has a big influence in the area with two local bars named in connection with it, The Carron Works in the Town Centre is an old cinema and now a J D Wetherspoon bar, and nearer the works is The Carronade, where one of our members, my friend Jean Helen Harley is a barmaid.

The pics show the old gates and company crest, and two carronades in nearby Stenhousemuir. If you see a red post box around there is a good chance it came from The Carron Works.

[lesbian-stu-macher]

Musicals based on history/true stories that aren’t Hamilton (most of which are better imo)

my personal faves are bolded

- lizzie: THIS FUCKING SHOW OKAY— 1. all women cast. 2. lesbians. 3. sickass rock score. based on the borden axe murders (tw for murder, sexual abuse, and animal abuse)

- assassins: i fucking love this show ok. if you’ve seen the politician, yes it’s a real sondheim show about (most of) the people who killed (or tried to kill) us presidents. (tw for murder obv, suicide, and the n-word is used once)

- six: if you’re on tiktok, you probably know about it. i always said it’s like if lady gaga wrote hamilton. based on the six wives of henry viii (tw for death and some sexual assault mention?)

- catch me if you can: two words: Aaron Tveit. based on the autobiography of frank abangale jr, a conman during the 60s (based on the movie!) oh also kerry butler and norbert leo butz r in it

- jesus christ superstar: okay hear me out. alw wrote this without the intention of religion, he wrote it to tell a story of someone who was in the right place at the right time. written in the 70s and full of absolute bangers. the recent nbc version featured John legend, Sara barrellies, Jason tam, and Brandon victor Dixon. tw for death obv

- evita: okay so there is a total whitewashing issue with this cast, but the music really does slap. alw back at it again and you can’t move an inch in any direction of the theatre fandom without knowing don’t cry for me Argentina exists. tw for death

- 1776: this is an older one, but my local library had the movie, so i watched it. Hamilton actually references this show (“sit down, John, you FAT MOTHER-“ is a reference to one of the best songs from the show, sit down John.) and the music vibes. it’s a pretty short soundtrack, so definitely recommend. there’s a weird song about slaves in there somewhere but they don’t say the n word or anything in it, I’ll have to listen actively if there is an issue.

feel free to add!

UPDATE: others that i love sm and totally forgot abt bc this is an old draft

- fun home: inspired by the book of the same name! tells the story of Alison bechdel; a lesbian cartoonist. first broadway musical with a lesbian protag, very gay, jenn colella and Caitlin kinunen (I cant spell it’s fine) were in a reading of it as Alison and medium Alison respectively. oh Michael Cerveris too. tw for death, a literal song about kids having fun in a funeral home, and suicide (mentioned multiple times, given a visual description and acted upon)

- Bonnie and Clyde: cmon. it’s Jeremy jordan and Laura osnes, need I say more? Oh also Louis Hobson from n2n is in it as the antagonist. not gay but it’s the 20s and the music slaps hard. also harmonies that could literally kill. tw for death, murder, guns, crime, I think that’s it?

- come from away: probably my favorite show on bway rn. absolutely gorgeous show about the planes rerouted to Newfoundland, Canada after 9/11. shows the impact on real life people in multiple situations, how minorities are impacted, etc. tw for Muslim hate, 9/11, death mentions, I think that’s it?

- parade: haven’t heard it all, but the one song I have heard is amazing. Based on the true story of a Jewish man being sentenced to death (I believe?) after a false accusation of him raping a young girl. tw for rape, death mention, probably some antisemitism (again, haven’t heard it all the way)

These two are more so period pieces inspired by true events but nonetheless

- ragtime: haven’t heard it but I’ve heard it’s really good. talks about three different groups in the early 20th century America (African Americans, Jewish Latvian immigrants, and an upper class family)

- miss Saigon: original production is kinda a big yikes but the music is good. they’ve noted some of the error of their ways and there is no more yellow face and there is actual Vietnamese rather than gibberish in the show now. Pulls a lot of white savior bullshit too. (ppl can stop telling me about how problematic this show is because I’m fucking aware, okay? That’s why I wrote disclaimers. Jesus Christ.) About the Vietnam war. tw for death, war, prostitution

[whump-town]

The Fever That Burns

I don't want to hear a word-- this wasn't even my idea. This is all @genevievedarcygranger fault. I am a slave to the muse.

Hold on, keep hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times and brace for impact bc you're not gonna like this

No real warnings yet, I think but it's not going to be pretty

Part One:

When Emily Prentiss got the signal from Clyde Easter that she had the green light on getting Declan out of that house and away from Ian Doyle, she never looked back. Creating demons like that, leaving behind a past with men who hold grudges, means that she knew she would be haunted for the rest of her natural life. Her body and her mind will not recover but Declan will. He was a child, he deserved a world that he could not obtain anywhere near his father. She knew that the moment she took Declan, she could never go back. Forever from here on out, she would have to outrun that decision. She has to outrun Ian.

She could feel him closing in. The flowers-- the fucking flowers-- and that feeling in the depth of her gut. She knows he’s here and she didn’t run.

After Foyet, Hotch got sick. A fever that consumed his every thought with these twisted ideas about security while it ravished his healing body of what little energy he could spare. She’d seen it herself, the bloodshot aggravation that Derek threw words like “hypervigilance” and “social isolation” at. Before, she had seen Derek and Hotch go at it but not as much as what that fever caused them to say. The way that they looked at one another, wolves snarling at throats and she never knew which one she could put her back to. Which one to call down.

In the end, hypervigilance won out. Derek was right but he was too insistent, too hurt for her to take him too seriously at first. Then she’d had to work through the tangle of locks on Hotch’s front door, the only control he could formulate in his fever. He never took them down. When Jack came home-- more importantly, when Haley didn’t-- it took every bit of charisma and conviction she could give to convince him he didn’t more. Nothing would happen.

The monsters of the past are dead and they survived.

Nothing is going to happen.

At two in the morning, on the Saturday Hotch had spent the month promising Jack he’d take him to the aquarium, her monster comes knocking. The locks don’t matter-- a fever put them up and a fever brought them down. Ian Doyle stands in the living room of Aaron Hotchner’s apartment, two feet from the carpeted spot Derek Morgan spent an entire day ripping up, and he calls out for the man he knows is somewhere. For the man, and the boy, he can take away from Emily Prentiss the way she took his boy. There is no planning, intelligence breeds paranoia. The fever in Ian Doyle burns bright, strong. He will not be talked down.

The guns in their hands waver. Standing in only his boxers and a dirty white t-shirt, Aaron Hotchner’s hand tremors beyond his control. The sleep is still taking over his body and mind, his muscle haven’t woken enough to control themselves. To stifle the pains of the scars Foyet caused him but he’s there, he’s ready.

“Lower your weapon, Hotchner,” Ian drawls. He’s high as a kite, ready to die by the hands of the oaf in front of him or to take the boy as he plans. Either way… “I’d hate to see that boy of yours come out here. You already killed a man in front of him, how many more do you think it will take before he realizes you’re just like me?”

Hotch scowls, “I don’t even know who you are.”

Ian frowns, blinking for a moment as he takes in the man before him. “I know who you are,” Ian says. He knows everything about Aaron Hotchner. Pulled medical records, smirked into the fine lines of the abuse in his childhood spelled out in broken arms and countless contusions. He’s watched him with Emily, seen how close they are. She cares about him and with that thought Ian Doyle knows what he wants to do. He wants to take everything from her just as she took everything from him.

The gunfire shocks Jack awake, his little heart thundering in his chest as he recognizes the noise. It’s not the first time he’s woken with it but this marks the only time it was real. The only time that it had been a gunshot and not the product of an altogether far too lifelike feeling nightmare. Jack throws the comforter off his body, tearing out of his room with no more than the stuffed bear closest to him. He’s headed for his father’s room, feet carrying him blindly when he hits the living room.

He knows his father’s friends. The men and women he’s grown to call his aunts and uncles and he’d recognize them easily. He spends weekend nights with Uncle Dave on the occasional Saturday being pampered with blueberry waffles and toys. Uncle Derek and Aunt Penny take him to the park, always remembering the sunscreen. Sometimes Uncle Derek gives him his cool sunglasses and Jack feels like he runs so much faster with them on. Aunt JJ and Uncle Will have Henry, his very best friend but he’s also a baby so Jack has to be careful when they play. Aunt Emily comes over all the time and lets him watch Finding Nemo as many times as he wants.

Whoever this man is, Jack does not know him.

“Daddy?”

Ian looks up, leaving the sight of Hotch on the floor without a second thought. His gun still aimed at the downed man’s head. “Jack,” Ian recognizes with a smile. “You’re smaller than I thought.”

Jack can’t tear his eyes away from his father. He’s laid out on the floor, white t-shirt turning red as the blood on his chest expands rapidly down his sides. He doesn’t respond to either of the times Jack calls for him, no more than blinking heavily and making wet, choked sounds as blood pools out of his mouth. It scares Jack. His father is… he’s never lost. Not even with Foyet, Hotch saved Jack. He never burns pancakes and lets Jack get by only eating half the green beans on his plate. He never gets hurt.

“Will you come with me?” Ian asks, stepping into Jack’s line of sight and squatting down in front of the boy. Watching as his eyes move from Hotch and glue to Ian, allowing the man to get close to him. “I’d like it if you came with me, Jack. I think we can have some fun, you and I.”

Jack nods but glances away, “but--” His eyes wander back to his father, those choked sounds getting louder but Hotch doesn’t move. His chest starting to still but his eyes on them, watching Ian talk to Jack but unable to do a thing.

Ian places the gun against the side of Jack’s face, moving his head with light pressure back to him. “Never mind him,” Ian says. “Come with me, Jack.”

Jack nods because he isn’t sure what else to do. He goes with Ian, allowing the man to pick him up in his arms. Jack watches his father as Ian carries him away, confused by the tears streaming down his father’s face.

“Say goodbye to daddy.”

Jack waves and asks, “is he gonna be okay?”

Ian nods, shutting the front door behind them. “Don’t worry about him, Jack. It’s just you and I, now.” He smiles at the boy in his arms, “tell me, how much do you know about you Aunt Emily?”

Taking Declan away from Ian Doyle was a decision that Emily Prentiss promised herself she would never have to be guilty over. That boy deserved so much better than what he had with them and she hadn’t hesitated to put what little she had on the line to guarantee he got the chance at a normal life. Nothing she had was ever worth anything. Lauren Reynolds was just a shell and losing her was easy enough. No place had ever felt like home so moving on-demand hadn’t even crossed her mind as a con, if a place got boring she could just leave. Emily Prentiss had never had anything to lose, not a family or a life. She was, effectively, no one. A ghost. She had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

Then they came.

The light she had only ever heard about reaching her darkness. She’d pulled away, afraid of what would happen when they saw her ink-black history, and noticed she always had more questions than answers. That she couldn’t smile like Reid and talk about where she came from as if her past was somehow behind her. How Morgan went dancing for the stress relief but she needed a mindless fuck, someone to forget. She found herself gaining traction, finally claiming worth. In the picture Will took at Henry’s birth, throwing up bunny ears behind Hotch’s head. Picking Garcia and Reid up at one of their conventions and hearing about a variety of far too new nerdy things for her to understand. Listening to JJ complain about living with a man and Morgan teasing her about past haircut disasters. Leaning on Hotch’s shoulder as the bourbon takes over, hearing Dave go one and on about his second divorce and Hotch humming occasionally so he feels heard. Realizing just how much she trusts them. All of them.

They give her something to lose and the first rule when outrunning the past-- never have anything worth taking.

“Alright, alright--” Emily stretches long and slow, her phone still wedged under her chin. She can hardly discern the information coming in through the other line. The thoughts in her mind are sticky, webbing of the past gumming up the cogs until she’s not entirely sure what’s being said. “Can you say that again?” she asks, stretching out to her left to feel that familiar pull on her ribs. The movement is nice without a bra on and she’s not sure if it’s JJ or Hotch on the other line but she doesn’t want to put on a bra and it’s tempting to just hang up and play dead. Emily who? She can’t come to the phone right now. You’ll have to call back lat--

“Hotch is in the hospital.”

Oh. All that stretching is for nothing, she can feel the ball of weight forming at the back of her neck. Pressing into her vertebrae, hurting from just holding her head up. “What happened?” Her fingers work into the groove, the chill of her skin shocking her, but the pressure she applies is futile. She imagines a thousand answers to that question but none of them are enough to prepare her for the real answer.

JJ clears her throat, her tears thickening her voice. “Shot,” comes her simple response and Emily is naive enough to consider that’s the end of it. He was shot. They’re going to have to hunt down another serial killer with a grudge but they’ve learned their lesson this time, right? Foyet taught them lessons about themselves that they needed to learn the hard way and they can beat it this time. Hotch will be fine and-- “And Jack’s gone.”

And Jack’s gone.

[safarigirlsp]

Hello hello! I’m super excited about AD’s Burberry ad, and that got me to thinking, I wonder what this fragrance smells like? And THAT got me to thinking, I wonder what the ADCU boys’s signature scent/fragrance/cologne would be like, and of course I thought I’d ask you bc you always have such fun and insightful takes on the boys (love your boys as seasons btw!) What do you envision as the signature scents of some of your fave boys? (Doesn’t have to be “fragrance” per se—I can just imagine Clyde going “what me? Fragrance?” Or Flip being grumpy about it haha. 😂)

I’m seriously excited about the Burberry ad too! Getting to see him riding a horse topless even if he’s backwards has me ravenous!

Here are my HCs for the signature scents for Flip, Jacques, Kylo, Clyde, Henry, Pale, and Charlie.

Fragrance HCs

Flip

Flip is the ultimate alpha male. Manly. Rugged. Tough. An outdoorsman. You can see it in his swagger. You can hear it in the richness of his voice. And you can smell it exuding from him a mile away, beckoning you into his arms. Like any good lumberjack, you can smell the woods on him. A mingled scent of pine, campfires, and grass after the rain.

He doesn’t wear cologne. At least, he hasn’t since he became a grown ass man. Something about it always seemed too frou frou to him. However, if there’s something you want from Flip, he will do anything and everything within his power to give it to you. On a whim, you purchased a bottle of Jo Malone London Huntsman for him, the adventurous scent reminding you of every quality he imbues. After a round of glares and growling that “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me, sugar,” he’ll let you spritz some on his chest. Who’s he to complain if you want to nuzzle into him even more than usual afterward? Flip won’t take the initiative to apply it himself, but he also won’t shy away from you getting close enough to spray him every now and then, and he’ll pretend not to notice when you give his shirt collar a dose before he puts it on for a date night.

There is, however, a smell that Flip loves to have all over him, trapped in his clothes and his hair. You. Flip loves the scent of you, the bouquet that is uniquely yours. The combination of your own perfume, your hair products, and the heady smell of your skin itself. The way it grows richer when you desire him. He could drown in the scent of you. Flip loves being your man. Just as he wears the scratches you give him like badges of honor, he loves it when your fragrance lingers on him, following him throughout the day and reminding everyone that he’s the man who gets to hold you close.

Jacques

Jacques Le Gris is a man of action. He seeks adventure and never shies away from danger. He will charge headlong in the pursuit of his deepest desires, and yours as well. He will stride boldly into your life to take you away with him, chasing your dreams as relentlessly as if they were his own. He will give you everything if you will only let him.

This beast of a man carries the scent of battle on his massive body, burned into his very bones. Sometimes it is fresher than others, occasionally newly tinged with the copper tang of the blood of his conquered enemies. The faint smell of crackling embers mingled with well-worn leather often meets your nose first. Inhaling the musk of him deeply, you can smell something more powerful. You can smell victory on him as plainly as you can feel it in the strength of his grip when his hands hold you and in the power of his arms when they wrap around you.

The scent of Jacques seeps into your bloodstream, coursing through your veins as though it’s a part of yourself you’ve always been missing. It spurs something primal in you. His scent tells you that he’ll keep you safe, that he’ll provide for you, that nothing can ever steal you away from his ferocious embrace. He is aggressive in all things. Most of all, in his love for you.

Although Jacques’ iron fist carries the force to crush a man’s skull, that same hand will rest on your thigh, caressing you softly, or stroke along your back tenderly while you lay on his chest or sit in his lap. On lazy days spent worshiping each other in a secluded meadow or garden, his mood lightens, becoming carefree and almost playful. On those days, you’ll braid flowers into the dense curls of his luxurious hair. On those days, he smells of roses and honeysuckle. Perhaps from the flowers. Perhaps from your own scent that has become as much a part of him as he has of you.

Modern Jacques

For Modern Jacques, there could be no fragrance more fitting in name nor bouquet than Dior Sauvage. He will gallantly lean his proudly handsome face close to you, grinning at you adoringly while you apply the cologne to his skin. A spray beneath the waves of his hair on the back of his neck ensures the scent becomes entangled in his hair to be paired with the fresh summer breeze. He’ll let you lay your claim on him however you wish. A lipstick kiss pressed on his cheek, the cologne you chose for him blossomed on his skin. Towering tall and broad, his hand never leaves the small of your back when he walks with you, ensuring anyone who risks a glance to admire your beauty is never in doubt as to whom you belong.

Kylo

Kylo’s nature is that of contradictions. He is beautifully suited to destruction, in his finest element amid chaos and mayhem. A well-honed war machine, his entire body has been trained to raze anything that dares to stand in his path, leaving nothing but simmering annihilation in his wake. He smells of chaos itself, of burning charcoal and gunpowder; of sweat and adrenaline. He ravages you with as much focus and determination as he fights, ensuring that no resistance remains in your quivering body when he is finished with you.

Kylo is also suited to the calculation of dressing to the nines, his bespoke suit as finely tailored to his looming body as his sharped gaze is fitted upon your shapely figure. In this setting, his weapon of choice is you. Your beauty more devastating than any other weapon he could wield, your eyes more discerning than the most detailed intelligence, and your smile more disarming than the most finely coordinated attack. He loves showing you off, displaying the immensity of his wealth, contained in your shining jeweled eyes and diamond smile. He knows that no man is richer in possessions or status than the man whose arm you grace.

When he takes you out for occasions such as these, he smells as elegant as he looks. A dark predator clad in a closely fitted suit. His scent carries a spiced warmth, sensual and passionate, thrown together in a tightly woven package of dangerous anticipation. He will spritz Tom Ford Noir along his collar, and on the broad planes of his chest beneath his shirt, a pleasant gift for you when you unbutton it for him later.

Clyde

Clyde naturally has a welcoming scent about him, something that has felt like home to you from the first time it hit your nose. Of course, he smells of bourbon most days, but the innate sweetness of his demeanor always seems to carry through as undertones in his smell itself. When those scents are intermingled, it reminds you of a rich honeyed whiskey or a fresh mint julep.

He had never worn cologne prior to you gifting him some. Not that he didn’t want to smell nice for you, it was just that the idea of primping and preening to that extent made him blush with rosy embarrassment. After some searching, you found a unique cologne that you enjoyed and which suited him perfectly. Penhaligon’s Juniper Sling. It was even based on a mixed drink. Clyde will wear it for you when you ask him, sheepishly spraying his neck before presenting himself for your approval.

You have also devised a simpler way to give his naturally pleasing aroma a compliment on a daily basis in a way that is sly enough to elude him. Clyde loves to use the hair products you buy. He loves how they make his long hair feel silkier and easier to tame. He also loves when you shower with him, running your hands through his hair as you apply shampoo and cream rinse. He loves the feeling of being pampered but not as much as he loves knowing you enjoy doing it for him. Which you do, of course. Any excuse to run your fingers through his dense satiny hair is a good one. You also enjoy smelling the pleasing scent of your hair products on him afterwards.

Henry

Henry is wild and untamed, a man who is reckless in his abandon. He can easily lose himself in his passion and in the depths of his emotion. But never is he more consumed by the wildness of his passion than when he falls in love with you. He wants to pour all of his considerable ardor into ensuring you feel the strength of his love for you, the intensity of his searing desire for you. Henry will never allow you to feel anything less than utterly worshipped.

His scent is reminiscent of other wild things. Dark overgrown forests, hiding unknown secrets. Velvet moonlit evenings, silvery light shimmering softly down on a darkened landscape, shrouded in mystery. His smell carries an undercurrent of something spicy and exotic, like spiced tea shared on a Moroccan balcony or an aperitif in an intimate Parisian cafe.

Nothing can truly compare to the free, unbridled fervor that you can smell, woven into Henry’s sculpted body. But the scent you have found to best compliment his fierce lust for life and for you is none other than Mr. Burberry. The fresh woodsy notes of this cologne blend with the aggressiveness of Henry’s passion for you, to form an aroma that reminds you of driving too fast on the back of a motorcycle under the stars and of being loved until you are trembling and breathless. Just like the touch of his hand and the caress of his lips, Henry’s scent is enough to send currents of electricity shivering through your nerves, your entire body alighting from the pleasure he always gives you so generously.

Pale

If you were to ask Pale what he thinks he smell like, he would answer easily, “Just like the most gourmet five course meal you’ve ever fuckin’ had. What the fuck are you thinkin,’ sweetheart?”

He’s correct, to an extent. Your man’s a dish and he knows it. And to be sure, there are days when he’s stuck for too many hours in the sizzling heat of a kitchen, getting splattered by the occasional errant sling of grease or sauce, when he does smell a little bit like a fusion of gourmet meals. You don’t mind the lingering scent of spices that sometimes attach themselves to his clothes or the hearty aromas that rub off on his hands. Pale, however, fucking hates it. He hates smelling like work and long days, because that’s most of what his life is anyway, and he resents the hell out of bringing it home with him. Whether that’s a stack of paperwork or the persistent smell of the kitchen.

Pale is more fastidious than one might expect from such a coarse, burly man. He’s meticulous in his clothing, his hair, and also in his scent. He had been something of a connoisseur of men’s fragrance before you ever came into the picture, but his favorite cologne has become one that you purchased for him. It was a gag gift originally, buying him a bottle of BOSS by Hugo Boss for your bossy ranting man, but he loved the fresh classy notes of the cologne so much that it has become his staple. He also enjoys being able to tell you that you have no business complaining when he’s even bossier than usual while wearing it.

Charlie

Charlie loves the classics. Classic films, classic literature, classic theater, and classic scents. He loves the classic fresh scent of Acqua Di Gio. It’s his staple every morning along with his aftershave. He also maintains an innate freshness about himself. His clothes and hair always smell like fresh laundry and fresh air.

On the days he works late at the theater critiquing a performance or late in his office editing a script, the faint aroma of coffee and old books mingles with his scent. Combined with the ink stains that sometimes adorn his fingers, he reminds you of a man from a bygone era. His scent embodies this too, vintage and classic, just like everything he loves.

Charlie prides himself on taking care of you, spoiling you. One of his favorite guilty pleasures is buying you the swankiest lingerie he can find, watching you model it for him while he sips a fine wine, and then slowly peeling it away from you. He buys you exotic perfume too. Always something classy and beautiful, just like you, to pair with the lingerie he loves to see you wear. He’ll trail his nose along your neck, inhaling you deeply, while his hands work at the delicate lace that scantily covers your body.

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Tagging some buddies @babbushka @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather @mrs-gucci @mrs-zimmerman @iamburdened @kirah36 @darkhairedmenrule @reyloaddict55 @ghoulian13 @caillea @fizzywoohoo @loganluckylover @icarusinthesea @cornmousequeen @cas-backwards-tie @queeniebee

[amazingdriverfics]

Cleaning with the boys

A/N: Hey guys, how are you all doing? I hope you are all feeling good.

So I wrote some hc’s because it seems like forever since the last time and because I really miss my boyfriend, so I needed my heart to be filled with comfort and love and what better way to do that than to turn to the boys we love so much. 

I hope this warms your hearts just as much as it does mine and that you all enjoy the reading. As usual, my requests are open and feed back is always something I like - just be polite, ofc -. 

Warnings: none, just fluff 

My masterlist

Adam Sackler 

Cleaning your shared home is always funny, as a matter of fact you still haven’t found a single thing Sackler couldn’t make it enjoyable to you whenever you two were together. 

There is a little routine you and him always follow: the first thing is to play as loud as your phone could handle the playlist for the occasion, afterwards the two of you change into cleaning clothes: you use an old shirt of his that looked more like a dress in your body and he uses an old underwear stained with bleach and then you two are  finally ready to get the job done. 

The sound of the songs are quickly muffled by you and Adam singing completely out of key as you dance through the apartment, mop in hand while you watch as he cleans the kitchen. 

Although it might seem like a lie for some, you and him are actually really productive, dividing tasks equally and doing them the best you two can, making sure that by the end of the day anyone can eat from the floor or even lick the sink.

Of course things get messy, and it doesn’t really take that much time for it to happen, sooner than later you are soaked and Sackler is laughing and talking about your inability to clean like a grown up. You don’t let him stay dry as you hear it, making sure to wet your man with the water from your body as you kiss him deeply, causing him to forget every single word he had been saying. 

By the time you two finally finish doing the laundry, cleaning up the apartment and doing the dishes, you are both worn out, feeling like your muscles are on fire and ready to give up functioning any time. 

You lie on the floor next to him, looking directly into his brown eyes as you two talk about what to eat for dinner, both of your stomachs complaining and making noises that make you both laugh. 

The day ends just like it started, your body connected to his as you thank whatever it’s above there for putting Sackler on your life. 

Charlie Barber

Charlie is a methodical man and when it comes to cleaning your home, it is no different. 

He writes a to do list with all the things you, him and usually Henry need to do, just to make sure that nothing is left behind -at least that it is what he says -. 

Just because Charlie is organized, it doesn’t mean that cleaning couldn’t become something you liked to do. Especially when Henry is around, he tries to make things go as smoothly and light as possible, helping you both with every single thing you could possibly need and joking and playing around. 

The truth is you always love cleaning the house with your two boys. How domestic the whole thing is makes you heart warmer, remembering you in the best way possible that you were truly part of the family. 

It is always a good way to bond with Henry too. You and the boy really liked each other and you appreciated every single opportunity you had to make him feel comfortable with your presence, since not only it is important to Charlie for his son to like you, but mostly because you really want to please the kid. 

One of your favorite things to do with him as you two helped his dad is to prank the man, pretending some rat or roach is in the house as Henry got hidden somewhere, ready to scare the life out of his dad. 

In the end of the day, the three of you always sit on the couch, with popcorn and soda in hand, ready to watch a movie as a reward for all the hard work. By the end of it, Henry is already asleep in Charlie’s lap and you are holding his hand, pretending to pay attention to the screen as you look at him time and time again, knowing you had never been more in love in your life. 

Clyde Logan 

Just like everything he does, Clyde cleans the place with him with love and patience.

There is a certain ritual for chores day, it usually starts with a special breakfast that would help your bodies with the amount of exercise to come. You bake some pie as he does some scrambled eggs with the dry bacon he loves to eat. You two eat slowly, enjoying every bite as well as each other's presence. Afterwards you share a shower and get things ready to get started. 

The weekly event is always a sweet moment you two share, Clyde is, as usual, super helpful and he doesn’t let you do anything that comes close to something he considers to be dangerous, even if it is something not really that scary like carrying furniture somewhere else on your own.

You know that as the gentleman he is, he would definitely clean it all by himself as you lay on your bed if you hadn’t insisted on helping him the first week you two moved in together. 

Things go a bit slower than normal because you two don’t do separate chores, you both help each other with every task, making sure to clean every single corner with care.

Usually, you two listen to some romantic country songs while doing the chores, stopping with some frequency to dance a bit together, enjoying the sensation of each other’s body as you kiss him sweetly, your forehead touching his whenever your lips aren't attached. 

By the time you two are finally done with everything, you aren’t even tired. All the things and time you had spent with Clyde enough to make you feel brand new as he sits on the reclinable chair and you sit on his lap, your fingers massaging his scalp and feeling his smooth long hair as he massaged your back. 

You could do this every day.

[nofatclips]

Love Songs for Robots by Patrick Watson - Album trailer by Clyde Henry Productions

[mrs-gucci]

Hi Mrs Gucci, I hope you’re well. May I ask what you’re working on and what you hope to publish next? Thank you

hello, hello! I hope you are well, too, nonny, and I send you love <3 (also, have I mentioned how much I enjoy being referred to as ‘Mrs. Gucci’? I love it haha, so thank you!!)

I'm always more than happy to share what I've got in the works, thank you so much for inquiring!

here are just a few of the tricks I've got up my sleeve at the moment! (these top 3 are in order of their likely release times, meaning that the top one is probably the one that'll get finished/released the soonest)

"Final Revenge": pirate!Captain Phillip "Flip" Zimmerman x Reader

concept: you're a captive of battle (and one of Blackbeard's wives!) after Captain Phillip's black fleet seized your husband's ship. now, he wants to have you, all to himself.

"Casting Couch": Charlie Barber x Reader

concept: you're Nicole's long-time actress rival, always going back and forth with her for various roles in Hollywood. Charlie's newly divorced and set to head his first Broadway production in LA, and he's never one to pass up on an opportunity to spite his ex-wife. luckily, you're right there with him on that line of thinking.

"Behind the Scenes": dom!Henry McHenry x sub!Reader

concept: Henry calls you and asks you to join him backstage pre-show, which isn't unusual...until he asks you to wear his favorite set of lingerie and bring a bag full of various mystery items.

and here are a few other things I've got in the works. these'll likely take a bit of time to come out.

-all of this round's requests (most are untitled/not started as of now, but a few of the characters you'll be seeing in those requests are: pirate!Captain Phillip "Flip" Zimmerman, Sir Kylo Ren & Prince Kylo Ren (medieval!AU), Clyde Logan, and Henry McHenry!) -"In Your Sleep" (Matt the Radar Tech. x Reader) -"Adult Swim, Part 3 of 3" (Charlie Barber x virgin!Reader) -"Coming Home, Sequel to 'Missing You'" for my dear sweet nonny:) (Ronnie Peterson x Reader) -"For Your Pleasure, Sequel to 'Subliminal Pleasures'" (anesthesiologist!Kylo Ren x Reader)

hopefully these have wet your appetite for what's to come next from me and given you some stuff to look forward to!! thanks again for asking :)