#Golden Globes highlights

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Golden Globe Winners 2025: A Night of Glamour, Surprises, and Historic Moments

The 2025 Golden Globe Awards dazzled audiences worldwide as Hollywood’s brightest stars gathered to celebrate the best in film and television. This year’s ceremony, held at the iconic Beverly Hilton in Beverly Hills, California, delivered its fair share of memorable moments, from emotional acceptance speeches to groundbreaking wins and jaw-dropping red carpet looks. Here’s a comprehensive look at the winners, highlights, and behind-the-scenes stories that made this Golden Globes unforgettable.

Major Winners of the Night

Best Motion Picture – Drama

The coveted award for Best Motion Picture in the Drama category went to “Eternal Horizons,” a poignant exploration of human resilience in the face of climate disaster. Directed by the visionary Ava Carter, the film has been lauded for its breathtaking visuals and compelling storytelling.

Best Motion Picture – Musical or Comedy

The lighthearted and innovative “Melody in Motion” took home the award in this category. With its blend of humor, heart, and spectacular musical numbers, the film charmed audiences and critics alike.

Best Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama

In a career-defining moment, newcomer Mateo Rivera won Best Actor for his performance in “The Solitary Path.” Rivera’s portrayal of a conflicted artist navigating love and loss captivated the audience and earned him a standing ovation.

Best Actress in a Motion Picture – Drama

Veteran actress Viola Davis added another accolade to her illustrious career, winning for her role in “Shattered Glass,” a gripping drama that explores themes of justice and redemption.

Best Director – Motion Picture

Chloe Zhao made history again by winning Best Director for “Beyond the Horizon,” making her one of the few women to win this category multiple times. Zhao's meticulous direction and visionary approach were key to the film’s success.

Television Triumphs

Best Television Series – Drama

The critically acclaimed “Eclipse” dominated the night, winning Best Television Series. Its complex characters and intricate plotlines have made it a standout in the streaming era.

Best Television Series – Musical or Comedy

“Laugh Track,” a meta-comedy about the making of a sitcom, won the award in this category. The show’s clever writing and ensemble cast have garnered a devoted fan base.

Individual Performances in Television

Best Actor: Jeremy Strong, for his role in the final season of “Dynasty’s Fall.”

Best Actress: Zendaya, for her commanding performance in “Euphoria: The Next Chapter.”

Red Carpet Highlights

This year’s Golden Globes red carpet was a spectacle of glamour and innovation. Zendaya stunned in a custom silver gown adorned with Swarovski crystals, while Timothée Chalamet turned heads in a bold, avant-garde suit. Sustainability was a key theme, with several stars, including Emma Watson and Leonardo DiCaprio, opting for eco-friendly fashion choices.

Diversity and Inclusion Take Center Stage

The 2025 ceremony marked significant progress in celebrating diversity within the entertainment industry. The Hollywood Foreign Press Association (HFPA) faced criticism in recent years, but this year’s winners and nominees reflected a broader representation of voices and stories. Notable wins included:

Best Supporting Actress: Priyanka Chopra Jonas, for her role in “The Bridge of Echoes.”

Best Screenplay: Min-Jae Kim, for the critically acclaimed “Threads of Time.”

Memorable Moments

Tribute to Angela Lansbury: A heartfelt segment honored the late Angela Lansbury, with Meryl Streep delivering an emotional speech about Lansbury’s impact on the industry.

Standing Ovation for Viola Davis: Viola Davis’s speech about perseverance and representation moved the audience to tears.

Surprise Appearance by Tom Hanks: Hanks made an unexpected cameo to present the Cecil B. DeMille Award to his long-time collaborator, director Steven Spielberg.

Viewer Reactions and Industry Impact

Social media buzzed with reactions to the winners, fashion, and unforgettable moments. Fans praised the HFPA’s efforts to diversify the awards, though some expressed surprise at a few of the night’s outcomes. Industry analysts noted that the Golden Globes continue to set the stage for the Oscars, with several winners emerging as strong contenders.

What’s Next for the Winners?

The Golden Globe winners now have their sights set on the upcoming Academy Awards. Films like “Eternal Horizons” and “Melody in Motion” are expected to lead the pack in nominations. In television, “Eclipse” and “Laugh Track” are likely to dominate the upcoming Emmy Awards.

Conclusion

The 2025 Golden Globe Awards celebrated the best in entertainment, showcasing the power of storytelling and the resilience of the industry. With groundbreaking wins, unforgettable speeches, and dazzling fashion, this year’s ceremony will be remembered as a turning point in Hollywood’s evolution.

Stay tuned for more updates on the awards season and the stories that continue to shape the world of entertainment.

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Golden Globes 2025 highlights: Nikki Glaser shows how to host an awards ceremony, 'Emilia Pérez' and 'The Brutalist' stake claim in Oscars race and TV winners rehash the Emmys

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highlight of the golden globes for those who don't watch them: the little cat movie 'flow', made using the free and open source software blender and that used recordings of actual animals for sound, just beat pixar, disney, netflix and dreamworks and won best animated film

to give a quick rundown, the budget for the major studio films in this category, as reported, went between 78 to 200 million dollars and the winning film cost 3.6 million to make

the little cat that could

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2024 Golden Globe Awards | Los Angeles, CA | January 7, 2024

Gucci gown

Let it be known my Roman Empire is painted a shade of aurora borealis green. 

I’m biased. I love it. You’re buckling up for a rave. But everyone knew that, right? 

I want it on record that no one should be surprised when they see this lewk on the TSS Favourite Outfits of 2024 list. And that I’ll devise some maniacal strategy to make it make sense to include in every annual list from here to eternity.

Let's get the obvious out of the way in that this shade of green could easily be interpreted as very snakelike and thus a nod to reputation and its forthcoming re-recorded version. I'd even happily apply it to the teal-y and springlike green of debut if we want to go debutation on this.

But if we are to talk about Gucci we have to talk about the precipice the house is upon right now. As it relates to Taylor, I suspect her dress (specific shade TBD - Chartreuse? Apple? Pear? Some other adjacent fruit that’s a feast for my eyes?) is a preview of Fall 2024 and a clear indicator of the path the new creative director Sabato De Sarno’s will take the brand in. Which is to say, muting the eccentricity of Alessandro Michele’s era of Gucci that brought the brand to a new level of renown in favour of something cleaner and sexier. Nicole Phelps for Vogue already noted that De Sarno’s first collection for Gucci — Spring 2024’s Ancora, meaning ‘again’ in English and released in September — evokes a Gucci when Tom Ford was once at the helm, praising De Sarno’s approach to “the upfront sex appeal of those ’60s-by-way-of-the-’90s shapes, and straight riffs on Ford hits” while “establish[ing De Sarno’s] essentials, focusing on cut and proportion, and repeating shapes for emphasis.”

Indeed, Taylor’s gown is directly reminiscent of a Fall 2004 look from Ford’s Gucci - all green sparkles and sexy disco energy. This makes sense when we consider De Sarno’s history and homeworking when he decided to take the creative director post. He told WWD, “Gucci to me equals luxury … the first fashion piece I ever owned was a Gucci jacket by Tom Ford. I still remember I traveled to Rome to buy it with my friend … luxury was really not part of our world. Television was the only way to see fashion for me back then.” He added, “My ambition is to build an aesthetic message with an edited collection that is mindful of Gucci’s heritage and close to my own aesthetics.”

When we consider my personal history with Taylor and Gucci, I don’t have to look very far to immediately picture one of my all time favourite Taylor looks — the 2014 Grammys when she wore a sparkling Gucci Première column gown which is not too dissimilar to this one. What can I say, I’m consistent. The shape, the perfect kiss-the-floor hemming, and obviously the divine colour that really pops on Taylor will have me swooning for a long time. 

At the end of it all, what I come back to is De Sarno’s sentimentality to naming his first collection: Ancora. Again. He told WWD, “Ancora is a word that you use when your desire is not over yet … I want to fall in love with fashion all over again — ancora.” In the same interview he said, “I like words a lot, they have weight and a precise meaning, they convey emotions, so I like artists who use words.” 

It dawns on me that Taylor’s light is shining at its brightest now as she highlights, celebrates, and - indeed - falls in love with all the versions of herself she has ever been. Revisiting her eras past again. And again. In every re-record. In every step she takes on stage. In every cutting line she writes in ruminating and revisiting the experiences of her life and translating them into song. She’s flitting, flirting, memorializing all her past selves in celebration of their summation of her current self. And that’s what this ‘era of eras’ has been. 

So if this is De Sarno’s Gucci I say welcome. Ancora. 

Photos by Monica Schipper/GA and Amy Sussman via Getty Images

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Sebastian Stan on How ‘The Apprentice’ and ‘A Different Man’ Tackle Comfort, Curiosity, and Confronting Our Fears

By Brandon Lewis

It’s an embarrassment of riches to have two transformative, awards-worthy roles in one career. But what does it mean when you have two in the same season?

Sebastian Stan finds himself this year in rarified company, including the likes of Kate Winslet, Sigourney Weaver, and Jamie Foxx, with two acclaimed lead performances in The Apprentice and A Different Man. Both films have been received warmly so far: Stan just received Best Actor nominations for both films at the Golden Globes, winning for A Different Man, while The Apprentice landed on the BAFTAs longlist in six categories, including Best Film. The industry reception is remarkable, given both films’ uphill climb with their production and distribution. A Different Man was shot in 24 days in New York at the height of the COVID-19 pandemic and was delayed because of last year’s Hollywood strikes. Meanwhile, the Apprentice struggled to secure U.S. distribution after its buzzy Cannes premiere due to legal threats from Donald Trump and general hesitancy about how it tackled his early days. With all the hurdles, it would stand to reason that there is some vindication in seeing the fruits of labor pay off.

“It’s surreal,” Stan told me about winning the Golden Globe and his films’ positive overall reception. “You never really know the outcomes of any film when you go and make it. You’re always just hoping it’s going to turn out well. When you get into this wild time, that is the fall, when you’ve got so many films coming out and major studios contending, you just don’t know if your movie will even cut through. So, getting to the Globes, you can’t help but feel grateful because this is the win. It’s an amazing moment getting both of them seen.”

The Apprentice and A Different Man aren’t just linked by their complex but rewarding awards season journeys. Stan found key similarities between the 45th president of the United States and Edward Lemuel, a fledgling actor with neurofibromatosis who undergoes an experimental treatment to reverse his condition, only to find himself playing a fictionalized version of himself in an off-Broadway play.

Stan explained, “[Donald and Edward] are two different forms of narcissism, of extreme narcissism. When I think of narcissism, I think of denying and suppressing who we really are and inventing another person. When the distance between your true self and this other invented version grows because you’re suppressing and lying about yourself, you have to create a bigger and bigger lie. It starts to have consequences that affect you and everyone around you. I always saw both films as a denial of reality and a loss of humanity.”

In The Apprentice, Stan plays a younger version of Trump, reared by infamous lawyer Roy Cohn (played by Golden Globe and SAG nominee Jeremy Strong) to become one of the dominant cultural forces of 1970s and 1980s New York. The film, directed by Ali Abbassi, showcases Trump at his most timid and insecure, a far cry from the bloviating tabloid fixture who would upend domestic and global politics thirty years later. Under Cohn’s tutelage, Trump would evolve into an overwhelming force that no one, not Cohn, his wife Ivana (Maria Bakalova), or the financial and political realities of the 80s, could contain, let alone control.

Stan describes the story of Donald Trump as an abandonment of empathy and morals in pursuit of transactional goals and the proliferation of the lie at the center of one’s narcissism. But what is Trump’s lie? “What I see in Trump is a very broken, pained, paranoid, insecure little boy,” Stan answered. “And I don’t say that to simply go, ‘He’s human, and you should feel bad for him.’ I say that to highlight the flaws that might get in the way of this person having power or moral authority. I don’t know if that’s a person I would necessarily trust.”

When it came to playing Trump, Stan drew inspiration from multiple sources, including scores of footage that helped him understand the mannerisms and visual markers that have shaped people’s perception of Trump as a businessman and a politician. He also drew inspiration from his childhood, split between Eastern Europe and the United States. He was born in Constanța, Romania, in 1982, back when the country was a socialist state, part of the Eastern Bloc. Following the Revolutions of 1989, when most communist and socialist governments fell to a wave of liberal democracy, he and his mother, Georgeta Orlovschi, moved to Vienna, where she worked as a pianist. They moved to New York when he was 12 to pursue the American Dream.

For Stan, playing Trump allowed him to unpack what pursuing the American Dream meant. “When I came to America, my mom said to me, ‘We’re here now, and I’ve sacrificed my life, and you’ve got to make something of yourself because you have this opportunity that so many kids are not going to have.’ I hear that, and it drives me, but I also feel this burden of responsibility and pressure of ‘What if I fail?’ I find with many people…you see them accumulating more things, and it’s never enough. There’s always something else. To me, The Apprentice is part of this ideology and the American Dream. When is it enough, and what does it do to a person? I think my journey through Vienna and coming here and trying to understand what it means to be an American influenced me 100% with that part and probably what drove me to do it.”

The key challenge of playing Donald Trump, of course, is playing a man who has subsumed every section of culture, especially in the last decade. He has been caricatured, parodied, and defied countless times, not to mention the nonfictional portrayals of him that are a constant presence on cable news, broadcast networks, and social media platforms. It should be an insurmountable task, but Stan succeeds in bringing this titanic figure back to Earth, teasing out subtle nuances and traits that break through the overwhelming idea of Trump and focusing on the man himself, warts and all.

“I really wanted to try and find out who this person was,” Stan said. “Going back in time and looking at some of the early footage, I saw a vulnerability and insecurity there that I didn’t know existed, that seemed buried deep underneath this bravado. I wanted to know more about that and how he became what he became. What scared me the most was, knowing that he’s so well known and in our faces everywhere, that it would be near-impossible to get anyone to even spend two hours trying to figure out who this guy was.”

Knowing that his performance would be measured against caricatures and impressions, Stan lasered in on elevating the earliest elements of the Trump persona. “What helped was that, in his earlier years, he was less,” Stan explained. “There was a lot less of what you see now, these things that have built over time. His voice didn’t sound like it does now; his mannerisms weren’t as specific. The challenge and the fear was knowing that if I did a little too much too soon, I would lose everybody, and I would just be thrown in there as another kind of impression.”

Stan’s embrace of Trump’s vulnerability and insecurity is most acutely realized in one of the film’s standout scenes: Trump grieving the loss of his brother, Fred Jr., in his bathroom. In a prior interview with Maria Bakalova, she revealed that the scene was shorter on the page. However, Abbassi kept the camera on them and let Stan and Bakalova continue in the bedroom, improvising the rest of the scene.

“In the script, the moment was him alone in the bathroom and breaking down, and then Maria walks in and finds him, and he quickly cleans himself up and says, ‘Nothing happened.’,” Stan explained. “We shot it a couple of times, and there was this take where, in the moment, I froze, and that was the truth of the scene. She walked in, and I knew we were not shooting the scene we were supposed to. But we stayed in it and explored what happened and, fortunately, Abbassi kept rolling, and it carried us into the bedroom, and we got in bed, and she put her hand on my hand, and [all that emotion] started to happen in the moment.”

Stan continued, “That was an experience that’s so reflective of my process. You can go home at night and do all this preparation and envision things going a certain way, but nine times out of ten, they don’t go that way. You surrender to the director, the other actors, and the moment. The beauty of acting and what I love about it is that, if you stay open, there’s a way it can go where you didn’t see it that ends up being closer to the truth, and want it always to be as close to the truth as possible.”

Seeking the truth is equally central to A Different Man, which premiered at Sundance last January and has steadily built acclaim throughout the year, including the Silver Bear for Stan for Best Leading Performance at the Berlin Film Festival. The first half sees Stan as Edward, wearing prosthetic makeup designed by Mike Marino to approximate neurofibromatosis. As Edward, Stan assumes a physicality that appears to be in constant apology for taking up space in the world and making others around him uncomfortable. The psychological block behind that physicality keeps him isolated, even as he forms a friendship with Ingrid (Renate Reinsve), his next-door neighbor and budding playwright. While Edward is cured of the neurofibromatosis and assumes the identity of Guy, Stan retains subtle, detailed whispers of that ungainly, apologetic physicality, cluing audiences into what Edward hasn’t gained from his transformation: self-esteem and self-acceptance.

“Our muscles hold memory,” Stan explained. “There are certain things, like trauma, that will always be there. Edward changes his physical appearance, but he’s never confronted any of the things about himself that he feels most in pain about on an internal level.” Stan accessed the emotions to conceive and convey that pain by wearing the prosthetic makeup out in New York City during breaks in shooting. “When I was walking around, I noticed that everything in me was so self-conscious. I felt people walk by me, and some would look, some would ignore me, but everything in my body was telling me to go into myself and just get through the street and to my destination as quickly as possible. So, as a result, I was walking a certain way, and I felt powerlessness, and I realized that was not going away for Edward. When he’s not conscious of it, he’s falling back right back into who he was because there was no growth there for him. I think, as Guy, he ends up going down this path that he thinks will supply him with all these things that he’s watched other people have for years, but it’s actually made his life quite boring.”

A Different Man confronts that dissonance head-on with the arrival of Adam Pearson’s Oswald. Oswald similarly has neurofibromatosis but lacks Edward’s (now Guy’s) self-hatred. He has a dazzling personality that is more than enough to capture everyone’s attention, including Ingrid (Edward’s lover and director). One day, they go to a karaoke bar, and after casually flirting with a server, Oswald gets on stage to perform. Edward watches in a potent mixture of shock, fascination, and rank devastation as the audience is enraptured, not by Oswald’s condition but by his warmth and confidence. Stan doesn’t say a word but conveys a lifetime of crippling heartbreak and self-disgust that sets Edward on the path of self-destruction that defines the gonzo final act. It is one of the year’s most affecting scenes.

Recalling the karaoke scene, Stan shared insight into Edward’s headspace in that gripping moment. “I think it’s the first time that Edward is confronted with this reality and denial of self in a very real way. I think he’s fascinated, curious, and looking for validation. He’s hoping that other people will judge Osward the way he’s judging Oswald in that moment because, by judging Oswald, it helps keep his lie alive. I think it’s fear and fascination and that he’s no longer able to run from what he’s been denying, which is that, ‘Oh, this could’ve been me. I could’ve owned myself, and I would’ve been fine.’ He’s dealing with that, and from that point on, it starts to grow until the end of the movie.”

Stan’s partnership with Pearson was key to realizing Edward’s journey. “I felt that whatever I was going to do was always going to be, or would have to be in lockstep with Adam. I was really in service to him and Aaron.” The two quickly got on the same page about what they hoped to accomplish with the film, with Pearson as a “lighthouse” to understand what it’s like living with a disability. “There was a lot of conversation around how he grew up, his childhood, his experiences, even what he encounters daily online. [There’s been such a] loss of humanity, sensitivity, and empathy online, how we attack other people and do it anonymously. The fact that Adam can go out there every day and outwit these people and has had to do that for so much of his life is inspiring and brave. I wanted to understand how someone gets to that.”

Edward and Donald Trump are the latest additions to a collection of roles that Stan has curated in his career that explore the darkness that resides in people, ranging from TJ Hammond in the TV series Political Animals to Bucky Barnes in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. According to Stan, it’s been by design. “I think I’ve been curious about gravitating to things that feel complex or I don’t understand right away. I think sometimes, when we have discomfort with certain films, that can translate into ignoring something altogether. And one of those things, to me, is that we are not perfect people. We’re all susceptible to going in very different ways. We all walk around with some version of an angel and devil on each shoulder. Every day is a decision we make to go out in the world and either hurt somebody or help somebody.”

Stan continued, “I think what I’m supposed to do as an actor is keep exploring humanity and how diverse it is. So I love when there are roles that feel closer to the truth that it’s not always just black and white, or a good guy and a bad guy. It’s complex. What’s interesting to me is just how big that scope is in terms of being a human.”

In that vein, The Apprentice and A Different Man collectively serve as the thesis statement of Stan’s career thus far, shining a bright light on the messy complexities of man, told through wildly opposite but uniquely linked perspectives. What ultimately links them is what audiences are willing and unwilling to confront about their interactions with the world around them, whether political ideology or social stigmas. Stan hopes that people watching either or both films come to understand their limitations, whatever they are, and embrace curiosity and empathy.

“I still feel like there is a discomfort around these subject matters that I think confront us on a level that we’re afraid to go to,” Stan said. “I think that sometimes people are curious but are afraid of being curious, and, as a result, they’d rather look the other way and not confront anything. I was lucky enough to be in two complicated films that are confronting people in certain ways. Some people got it, and others are not ready for that yet, but I’d rather be on that side than on the safe side. I hope that, with these two films, people don’t turn the other way.”

A Different Man and The Apprentice are both available VOD on Amazon and other platforms.

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I have no one to share this with, but the Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie reunion at the Golden Globes was definitely the highlight of my week and it makes me truly and genuinely so happy 😭

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It's Not a Game Anymore

Olivia Rodrigo x Reader

Word Count: 1,587

Trigger Warning: fake dating, internal angst

Request / Synopsis: "olivia wants to show her ex that’s she’s better off without them so her and reader fake date. this eventually leads them to act all coupley when it’s just the two of them and they start realizing they actually do like each other." In which Olivia and her fake girlfriend realize they mean more to each than they had initially thought.

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Olivia wanted to claim to the world that she wasn't a jealous person, but that statement would prove to be untrue, given that she wrote a song highlighting her jealousy. At that moment, at the Golden Globes after party, as she stared at her ex-boyfriend, she felt jealousy rising in her chest, unwanted and annoying. She wasn't jealous of the girl on his arm, but she felt a twinge of jealousy over how happy he seemed to be. It wasn't that she wasn't happy per se, just not to the same extent as he was. Which, in retrospect, was dumb given the fact she won the break-up. She wrote another album full of gut-wrenchingly beautiful songs. She topped the charts. He failed all his auditions and couldn't get into film or TV.

She ran a hand through her brown, wavy hair, smiling slightly when she saw (Y/n) approach. She was the one girl that could get Olivia out of whatever state you would call the one she was in. A sudden idea hit her as she took her friend's hand when she finally made it over to greet her. "Just the girl I needed. Do you think we could pretend to date for the night? I know that sounds dumb, but I promise I wouldn't be asking if this wasn't something that was pressing on me." Olivia practically begged.

A wry smile fell on (Y/n)'s face as she hesitated a moment. Her eyes fell on Olivia's ex, locking lips with his current girlfriend and (Y/n) immediately understood. There had been times when she wished she could prove just how much happier she was with someone else to her exes, even though she was single. "What the hell," she muttered before kissing Olivia on the cheek when his attention fell on them. "You look beautiful, my love. I'm so lucky that I get to be graced by your presence every day." (Y/n) smiled sweetly, relief filling Olivia up when, from the corner of her eye, she saw her ex's lip twitch in annoyance.

"Well, if you think this is great, think about the outfit I have planned for just the two of us tonight." She stated that she was watching her ex pull his girlfriend from the area they were at in the room. Still, the charade didn't stop there. "You know, you always could go up to my room later if you wanted." Olivia teased her friend playfully, heart racing at the idea. Though, she wasn't able to pinpoint why exactly she felt that way. Instead, she downed the feeling she got over her own offer over the glass of some fancy wine she had been given at some point of the night.

A blush spread on (Y/n)'s cheeks as she suppressed a small smirk on her lips. Finally, tilting her chin back up to meet eyes with Olivia, she smiled. "I guess we shall see where the night takes us, huh? Now, my lovely girlfriend, shall we play into this more? Convince the entire floor of our love?" She wondered with a playful smile on her lips as she held out her arm with her eyes twinkling in mischief. The fake girlfriend act, that was only supposed to extend to Olivia's ex-boyfriend, was now spilling over to the other guests. Olivia couldn't help but bite her lip at the idea, linking her arm with (Y/n)'s as they traveled through the room, making people fall in love with their relationship. They were having fun, digging themselves a hole until they were invited to a double date the following weekend by Olivia's ex-boyfriend and his girlfriend (who seemed to be more of a fan of her than she was of him).

Olivia looked over to (Y/n), who nodded softly, taking the reins. "Oh, why of course, if Olivia wants to. I could never turn down an invitation from such an esteemed person, such as yourself." She said, sarcasm laced in her voice as she complimented him. Olivia had to bite back a chuckle at the way it went over his head. It was obvious he didn't believe their relationship was a thing, and this was a stunt to prove that it wasn't real. Something Olivia and (Y/n) weren't going to allow to happen. If anyone was going to bust them, catch them in their lie, it wasn't going to be him.

That's what landed them there at the restaurant, over a month of discussion, both approving hand holds and kisses. Even worse, flirting between the lines of their scheming. It was starting to become less of a game to both of them, a reality scaring them at a horrible time. Why, of all times, would feelings so pressing begin to develop so strongly before they were forced to pretend to fake it to each other? Additionally, why did both of them have to dress so well, stopping each other from their tracks in mutual appreciation of each other.

"Olivia, you look beautiful," (Y/n) couldn't help the rush of heat to her cheeks as she made eye contact with Olivia, her brown eyes catching her breath in her throat. It seemed, though oblivious to her, that she was creating a similar effect as the two took each other by the hand, entering the venue. They were completely engrossed with each other, unaware of the discontented stare of Olivia's ex-boyfriend and the quick snap of photos from fans and paparazzi inhabiting the venue. "Hello, you two."

(Y/n)'s greeting as she pulled out the chair for Olivia, kissing the girl's cheek sweetly was unwelcomed and unreciprocated by Olivia's ex-boyfriend, however, she received a happy chirp of greeting returned from his girlfriend. The group began to start mindless chatter, quick conversations as a group that dwindled to Olivia and (Y/n) falling into their world again, ignoring her ex as they looked over the menu together happily. Their fingers bumped, sharing a menu despite another being placed in front of Olivia, but they were enjoying this shared moment. Until Olivia's ex-boyfriend decided he had enough and ruined their moment.

"Okay, be serious. You two can drop the charade. It's just us." He said, causing the two girls to glance at each other in confusion. Sure, they were fake dating, but their actions were genuine, not faked as a way to appease the boy in front of them. "I'm not an idiot. You two just randomly came out as dating at the Golden Globes after party that you didn't even go to together? Whatever is happening here isn't real."

Despite his words, a genuine spread of hurt fell on their faces at his words. "If you'll excuse me." Whatever is happening here isn't real. Olivia's head repeated over and over as she stood up to head to the restroom. If it wasn't real, then why was it starting to feel so vital to her, like being around (Y/n) was as necessary as breathing air. (Y/n) sent a glare his way before standing and following Olivia, catching her hand as she went into the one stalled room. (Y/n) was able to make it in just as Olivia turned to look at the girl opposite of her tearfully. "It's not a game anymore. It never actually was for me. Even before… I can't say I've never thought of you in the way I can't help but think of you now." Olivia rambled, not really making any sense. Nevertheless, (Y/n) understood.

(Y/n) hit the lock on the door so no one would intrude on them. This was a delicate moment, something that needed to be private without the chance of interruption. "I feel the same way. I agreed that night because I knew pretending to be your girlfriend would be easy. Because I've thought about it many times before. Then, over this month, the reality of us started hitting me harder. The reality that there could potentially be an us beyond the game we were trying to play. It was never really a game for me either, though." She stated, slowly approaching Olivia. Her hands went to cup the girl's cheeks gently, wiping away stray tears as their lips met. They kissed with heat and fervor behind it, as if this was the last kiss they'd ever share.

When they parted, it was like they couldn't truly breathe while separated. "How about… You meet me in the front. I'm going to go and deliver a few choice words to your ex out there, and then I'll meet you. I want to take you out, if you'll let me. On a real date." (Y/n) fixed the smudged lipstick under Olivia's lip as the girl smiled slowly and nodded. (Y/n) couldn't help in that moment to lean down and press more kisses to her lips before parting to grab their bags.

Once Olivia collected herself, her heart racing and her head spinning, she made her way to the front. She didn't have to wait long before (Y/n) came out holding their bags, adorning a smile that made butterflies go wild in her stomach. Olivia kissed (Y/n) before their fingers intertwined and they headed to (Y/n)'s car. Suddenly, in that moment, everything felt as though it fell into place. As if this was always what was meant to happen. It was always supposed to be them against the world, they just needed that final push to get them there.

[crumbledcastle28]

Javier Peña: The Shittiest Goodbye

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Summary: Javier has no one saying goodbye to him. No one but you.

He smiled; you could tell even from behind your tears. His golden skin crinkled under his eyes, and he pulled you forward by the waist for a short hug. A really short hug – barely four seconds – before he stepped away and leaned down, gathering a bag in each hand.

“I’ll…I guess I’ll see you.”

You kept looking at him. You couldn’t seem to stop. Neither could he.

Warnings: feeeels, crying, kissing, yearning, longing, and all that jazz, one line that can kind of be interpreted as a size kink, but a hopeful ending.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: javi. he's always going to fucking do it for me.

A/N 2: I haven't watched narcos in like four years so if the plot is splotchy, I apologize.

If you would like to leave a like, ask, reblog, or comment, it would be much appreciated <3

Pedro Masterlist

He had told you in person, which was better than nothing.

“They’re sending me home. Tomorrow morning,” he said, putzing with the plastic chain hanging from the lamp on your desk. Eyes unable to meet yours. “My flight’s at 6.”

And then he walked away, each sound of his step away from you tipping the globe further and further off its axis.

You had known he was starting to take matters into his own hands. You had known said matters were dirty, bloody, and grey. And you had known said hands were now buried in a while lot of shit because of it.

You had known, and you still knew, walking into the El Dorado International Airport, squinting against the rising sun. You knew perfectly well who Javier Peña had gotten himself involved with and what they both had done on each other’s behalf.

The fact of the matter was – you didn’t give a shit, because what Javi was doing was moving the DEA further towards its goal than ever. It was fucking working.

In your opinion, if agents couldn’t get their hands dirty, then they couldn’t catch Escobar. Luckily for you, Javier felt similarly.

And yet, here he was, being sent home. The one person who gave you any comfort in the shitshow that had become your life. The only friend who had remained so every single day, the only one you could count on. The one man in all of South America that actually made you feel safe.

And, arguably, the only person in the entire DEA who truly wanted things to get better, even if it left a mark on his soul he could never wipe away.

These thoughts haunted you as you searched for Javi. For six in the morning, the gates were surprisingly crowded. Your tired eyes did their best to search for his prominent features – chestnut hair, perfectly highlighted with tips of blonde by the South American sun, broad shoulders, high cheekbones, curved, Roman nose, pouted lips, likely leaning on one leg, popping his hip out, with his hands on his waist. You secretly hoped he was in his Levi’s leather jacket.

Your eyes squinted as you peered around, lost in the sea of bodies, children, staff, and flight attendants. Suddenly, the thought of missing him wrapped its coils around you, sending a strange, foreign heat down to your toes and up your scalp. Your breathing heightened, images of him already on his flight, alone, thinking no one cared, thinking no one came from him, began to flood your brain. Your fingers grabbed at your chest, your teeth clamped around the skin of the inside of your mouth, pulling so hard you began to bleed.

He had said six, right? In the morning? Today? Had I heard him wrong?

Had he lied to me?

That thought was too much to bear, too much to process, too much too much too much –

A warm, callused hand wrapped around your forearm. You gasped, heart pounding so loud in your head that the man attached to the hand had to repeat what he was saying. His voice was muffled, his face was blurry, but everything about him was so handsome, and so familiar.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked in a kind of whisper-yell.

It was like you had taken a sedative, looking at Javier Peña, standing right in front of you. Not gone, not forgotten. Right here. Your nervous system evened instantly, like a bucket of warm, clean water had been dumped over your body.

You smiled at him, despite yourself. Despite the situation. Despite it all.

The edge of his lip quirked slightly, but it lasted quicker than a second, before returning to his usual scowl.

“Answer my question,” he said, pulling you towards him. He didn’t sound mad, just…shocked, and a little terrified. His touch on you was gentle, but firm.

You swallowed; eyes still locked into his. You placed your hand on his chest to steady yourself and grinned at the feel of the leather.

“Only if you answer mine first – did you really think you would get to leave without saying goodbye?”

He huffed, meeting your stare, unable to prevent the drop of humor that had culminated in his eyes. “I did say goodbye.”

“Oh please,” you said, pushing away from him. “That was the shittiest goodbye ever.”

He stayed silent for a moment, before letting out a quiet chuckle.

“Besides, six o’clock in the morning is an early call time for you,” you said. You were proved correct by the dark circles under his eyes. You wondered if he had slept at all the night before. “Had to make sure you actually made it.”

“Right,” he said, and looked around him, placing his hands on his hips. His tone suddenly became serious. “You shouldn’t be here.”

That shocked you. “Are you kidding me? Why not?”

“What if – someone sees you, from the DEA, thinks you were working with me. Then what?”

“Then I fucking deal with it,” you said. “I wasn’t going to let you leave thinking that no one would care that you were gone.”

That froze him, his eyes widening just so. The fact that he was shocked at all by that statement caused a fresh set of tears to line your eyes. It was faint, but it was noticeable.

He sighed, looking down at his shoes, allowing you to notice his bags placed on either side of his feet– a large leather carrier, and a small backpack. For a moment, he looked like he was about to say something, until a voice over the speaker interrupted him.

“Flight to Austin, Texas, boarding group one may begin boarding. I repeat, boarding group one may begin boarding for flight to Austin, Texas.”

Javier glanced down at his watch before pulling his ticket out of his back pocket, reading it over with furrowed eyebrows. “I’m group two. I should probably…”

You nodded, a wave of emotion suddenly rocking you once more. The tears were streaming now, down your face. You tried to wipe them away, put they just kept coming.

He took a step closer to you. “Why the tears, ángel?”

You sniffled, wiping your nose, doing the best you could to collect yourself. Maybe that was a good thing, as it allowed this newfound pet name to go completely over your head. The voice that came out of your mouth was nasally and cracked. “I am going to have to do so much paperwork.”

He smiled; you could tell even from behind your tears. His golden skin crinkled under his eyes, and he pulled you forward by the waist for a short hug. A really short hug – barely four seconds – before he stepped away and leaned down, gathering a bag in each hand.

“I’ll…I guess I’ll see you.”

You kept looking at him. You couldn’t seem to stop. Neither could he.

He opened his mouth, once again about to say something, when the speaker went off again.

“First call for boarding group 2 for flight to Austin, Texas. I repeat, first call for boarding group 2 for flight to Austin, Texas.”

He didn’t move an inch. There were so many things you were wishing to say in that moment.

Don’t go. Please, don’t leave me here.

I’ll be alone. I’ll be alone, with you away.

I would have done the same thing you did, working with those men.

I understand why you did it, maybe better than anyone else.

I would have done the same thing, in your shoes. A couple times, I almost joined you.

I’ll go with you, and we’ll never go back. Never. Never.

You didn’t say a word, your confidence swirling down and down, deeper and deeper inside of you. Javier licked his lips and turned around, beginning to walk away. Like he did that day at your desk. Like he did however many times you had asked to help him with what he was doing. Like he did whenever the two of you would make eye contact for just a little too long.

At that all too familiar sight, the confidence inverted itself, instead flooding upwards all at once, flooding your brain with a mantra of why the fuck not?

For once, you listened to that voice, and did the same thing Javier had done to you only moments before. You took a long stride forward, grabbed his elbow, and turned him around.

And then, you took his face in your hands, and you kissed him.

Kiss was a stretch – it was more like a quick peck, barely even felt by either party. But it was something, something that got him as close to you as you had always wanted him to be – his breath fanning your face, his chest pressed against yours, a mix of coffee and mint on your lips, which you quickly licked away. Oddly enough, it steadied your heart, calmed you down instantly.

Because you had that now. That memory. Something more than passing glances and quick hugs. A part of you, in that moment, didn’t even care what his reaction was, because that feeling alone was enough for you to live with.

The rest of you, however, short circuited at the fact that he may not have wanted that at all, and you had completely violated him in the middle of a fucking airport.

You looked up into his wide eyes for barely a second before backing away from him, the beginnings of a million sorrys forming on your tongue.

That was until the bags slipped from his hands, landing on the harsh carpeting with a thud. He then rushed forward, using one hand to frame your face, and the other on the nape of your neck to tip your head back.

There was no time for your brain to accept this as fact before he brought your lips to his own, his kiss nothing less than searing, and nothing more than perfect.

You reciprocated as soon as you were able, wrapping your arms around his back to steady yourself. The feeling of his lips upon yours was better than you had ever imagined, better than you had ever fantasized about while he sat in your peripheral vision during meetings. His lips were soft, buttery, and so was his facial hair. It tickled your nose just so, which only heightened when he tilted your head further, licking the inside of your mouth. You moved your fingers to his hair in response, tugging him so harshly into you you stumbled backwards.

It was hot and sweaty, messy and desperate, and neither of you were letting up. Not even to breathe. His hands moving down to your waist felt too good, his chest against yours too real, his hair between your fingers too addictive, his soft groan every time your tongues clashed too vivid, and your lips molding together too perfect.

You were speaking to each other, in a way. Both of your bodies reciprocated every move, grabbing and twisting and pulling, both saying the same thing over and over and over again.

I’m going to miss you so fucking much.

Small eruptions of gold began to spawn behind your eyes, ones of pure pleasure, disbelief, and dizziness. His hands turned greedy now, encompassing the span of your back like it was nothing. The hairs on his face began to burn you, the feel of his warm mouth consuming you.

It was too much, too much too much too much, but it was so fucking good –

“Final call for boarding group two for flight to Austin, Texas. I repeat, final call for boarding group two for flight to Austin, Texas.”

It was like a switch flipped in both of your brains at once, propelling the both of you off of each other instantly. He didn’t make eye contact, not even for a second – just wiped his mouth quickly, fetching both bags, and turning from you, walking towards his gate.

He disappeared within the crowd, and you did the same. Turning back towards the entrance, pushing your way through the half-awake travelers, headed god knew where for god knew what.

Your lips still thumped, and so did your heart, so much so that you didn’t really know if you could feel your feet.

There were so many thoughts you could have been having, so much intricacy to the situation, that your brain did the only thing it could – it shut it all down, completely. If it hadn’t, you worried you wouldn’t have been able to pull from him in the first place.

It wasn’t until you made it back to your apartment and set your keys down on your nightstand that the thoughts started flooding in. There were too many to dissect, too rapid to make sense of, but one outweighed them all.

Had he looked back?

In your still hazy brain, that cemented every other question you had, calmed the steady stabbing that had begun to ache inside your skull. You fell asleep, the sun now high in the sky, illuminating your room into a kind of gold. It was a nice change, after a week of grey weather, but you were too gone to the world to notice.

The last thought you had before you escaped to slumber, and the first that you had the second you returned, was all the same: had Javier Peña looked back?

***

He had. Many, many times.

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. ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ ❛❛ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ²² : 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐊𝐌𝐒 💔 ❞ . ☾.

𓂃 ִֶָ𐀔 ❛❛ 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ❞ ✧ ₊⁺ — (𝐘.𝐉𝐖)

ִֶָ࣪☾. SYNOPSIS: ₊˚⊹♡ : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

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THE VENUE FOR THE FUNDRAISING EVENT WAS GLORIOUSLY MAGNIFICENT. Once you walked through the golden doors with your parents and Jungkook, you instantly took in the wealthy surroundings.

The open roof revealing the idyllic, cerulean sky, tall tower-like structures with spherical globes lined up like towering walls from every angle; the beige and golden walls beamed from the windows, lighting up the area whimsically.

Even within the perimeter, different leveled platforms were floating rigidly in place, some with growing and twisting trees, emerald leaves hanging from the branches; and below, there was a teal moat with mermaids and other sea creatures flowing underneath with elegance, in their own world.

Awe wasn't enough to describe how overwhelmed you felt in that moment as you wandered away from your family and to the golden railings. Peeking over, you spotted the waterfall cascading gracefully into the stream from a pool that was built into the normal ground level.

It allowed any sea people to swim up and mingle with the people wearing heels instead of scales.

This was incredible. You were lucky to be here and even experience it for yourself.

When you lost sight of your parents and Jungkook, you automatically gravitated towards the drinks table, finding it was the perfect filler for your loneliness. You dusted down your silk dress, and the different shades of green stitched into it.

Your mother had good taste, and you had to hand it to her to pick an outfit for you. Except for the mint heels — those were already killing the nerves in your foot.

This is why a drink was something perfect to cool down the looming anxiety and bury it away.

Breathing in, the scent of the open air intertwined with the salty one, the soft chatter floated around from around the large hall; you weaved around people to get to the drinks table when you heard it.

A familiar giggle and a deeper voice talking to her, making your stomach tighten a little as you turned your head to see where it came from.

That's when you saw Leerae, her peach highlights tied into the smallest ponytail and offering a wine glass to a taller male with dark hair and feline eyes—

Jungwon. All your nerves froze right there, eyes trained on them as he accepted her glass and gave a small, timid smile. You didn't need to watch, not when your chest prickled with something.

Something bitter and uneasy. You told yourself there was no reason to have any of those thorns growing within you, but the more you stood there, the harder it got to ignore the sting in your sides and stomach.

Jungwon leaned down to her height to hear whatever she was saying, and that's when you stared at her as well. She donned a pink and white gown, flowing like clouds around her feet, and hung from her arms tightly.

She looked amazing. As always.

Of course, she attracted the attention of Jungwon, that she could talk to him easily with her charm and words, anything to let friends and people fall deeper into her social circle.

How nice. And envious. When could you learn the ways to pull people into your presence without the awkwardness promising to interrupt the interaction? Holding in your breath, you gave it your all to ignore it.

You evaded them, walking to the other side and picking up a delicate glass of something purple and fizzy. Whatever it was, you downed it and let it burn your throat.

You recoiled slightly and put it back down with a grimace.

"Grape juice...? Really?"

There were many people gathering now, a few familiar faces like Sunghoon — who was talking with his friends — and Beomgyu (which you know is the Prince of Karunda) with two other boys. One was tall, eyes like a fox, black hair, and the other with blonde hair that laughed a little crazily.

Then, you spotted Minji in her blue gown, running to you with outstretched arms. You weren't ready for her, but she didn't care as she crashed into you unceremoniously.

"Oh my gosh—"

You laughed as she engulfed you, hands on your waist as you stumbled back. Glancing back at her, you saw the other girls joining with grins.

"You could have called my name!" You chuckled, holding her by the shoulders. She shook her head when she departed, as if you said something ridiculous.

Everyone looked amazing — Dani in something orange and golden, flowing down her figure; Hanni with her ruby and crimson dress; Haerin in something lavender, and Hyein wearing something turquoise. They looked as royal as ever.

"You guys look amazing!" You squealed, admiring all their gowns for the night and the tiaras or hair clips put into place.

"I was waiting to wear this dress. My father sent it over from Melody," Hanni exclaimed, twisting from side to side, and her ruffles swayed like air, pride shining in her eyes.

You and the girls complimented each other for a good five minutes in habit.

The evening went on with drinks and some laughter, and some quick glances to Jungwon, who was now with his friends. He looked amazing — a black jacket with golden prints on the fabric, black pants, and a black shirt underneath, tucked into his snatched waist.

Heat rushed up your neck and cheeks, finding your own actions ridiculous. You just had to be checking him out like a man seeing ankle for the first time. Why does everything he do hook your attention?

Even when he was with Leerae; if he wanted to hang with Leerae, that should not be your business. You're not going to linger over it like a storm cloud.

Auctions for magical artefacts were being talked about from one of the higher platforms, representatives, including your mother and father, all standing in the crowd with numbered pickets. It was also a trading and donation event between kingdoms and companies that represented their own planets. The host's booming voice droned on about the newest item for the fundraiser.

You, however, were wandering with the girls inside the building and managed to get to the top storey with a glass bridge extending to the next globe-like building. The view below was sickly if you stared for too long, but at least it satiated the boredom that bloomed within you and them.

Walking onto the bridge and leaning on the railings, you spotted the small buildings below, the evening air causing the ground to look as if stars had stitched into the windows. Clusters of light stretched on for miles.

Hyein sighed, tucking a strand behind her ear, pushing down the sheer, blue fins that grew from her scalp.

"I wish I could rip these off," she said, tugging at the fins by her locks. You knew too much of how it felt, and you chuckled.

"Tell me about it. These flowers are ridiculous," you remarked, picking at the white flowers that sprouted suddenly, and it dissipated in your palm. The other girls joined you and Hyein, a comfortable silence taking over.

The people below were as small as insects, the booming voice of the host still managing to reach all the way up here.

"We need to get back," Haerin said, staring out to the view. The girls murmured, anxious or excited, because it meant getting ready for the show.

You, however, didn't want to mess this up. Rehearsals were great, and you managed to clutch your magic, connecting with it easily. Today, you hoped it would heed your call and not drown you in humiliation.

"Five more minutes," Hanni said with a roll of the eyes. The peace up here was addictive and new, something to bubble you and the girls away from the hustle below.

"Of course, you need five more minutes," Dani remarked playfully. Hanni scoffed with a sharp look.

"We walked all the way here, so we might as well enjoy it. The view is too good to ignore," she replied with a longing sigh, dramatically placing her hand on her chest.

"It is, isn't it?" A masculine voice said, making your recognition spike up, your head snapping to the voice to your right. The girls, bewildered, followed your line of sight.

Sunghoon was walking over with a small smile, donning a white shirt, a cream blazer with something metallic hanging from his breast pocket. The broche you gave to him at his birthday.

Something grateful fluttered up in you, making your breath hitch, as if the sensation intercepted your lungs and heart. Maybe it was the way his eyes found yours almost instantly, approaching as the girls silenced themselves.

You could almost sense the mischievous comments on the tip of their tongues.

"You all look lovely tonight," he said, stopping a safe distance away from you, eyes fixated to yours like a magnet. Hyein scoffed quietly, crossing her arms.

"He means Y/n," she mumbled, causing Dani to elbow her in the side. Hyein winced, quickly rubbing the spot with a glare.

Pretending not to hear that, you smiled back with blush pink flowers sprouting above your ears. The shyness returned, landing in your chest whenever he came.

"Thanks. You look nice. And, the broche," you said, pointing to it. With a prideful smile, he patted the precious pearls and metal with sincerity.

"Of course. It went with the outfit."

The girls giggled amongst themselves and began to back away from you and Sunghoon, but you caught onto them by gripping Minji's arm, like a hook.

She yelped, but you just smiled at Sunghoon pleasantly. "We have a show to participate in. It was nice to see you!"

And with that, you absolutely dragged the girls and yourself away before anymore pink flowers intrsuively sprouted in your locks, leaving Sunghoon to blissfully smile to himself.

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Everyone in the gathering stood in their designated areas, all murmuring and glancing for the show to commence.

You stood on a floating island with a few other girls with similar nature powers, staring down at the slight crowd. You weren't able to spot your parents, Jungkook, or even Jungwon. Scoffing internally, you told yourself to focus.

The lights dimmed suddenly, the night sky bleeding into the room. Everyone silenced and became curious when a small ball of light flickered to life at the platform hovering by the still water. It was Dani.

She smiled, lifting her hand to let the light stretch and travel over everyone, forming a shimmering and magical globe. Everyone gasped, but soon enough, Hyein made a ripple of blue shimmers weave with the golden globe, arms outstretched calmly from where she stood on another floating stage.

And the outcome? Multiple streams of rainbows and interchanging colours glittering at the open roof of the venue. Everyone clapped, more exhilarated murmurs bubbling into the air.

Not even a few seconds later, a melodic tune, sweet but heavy sliced through the talk, and flaming orange ribbon curled in the air quickly, twisting upwards.

The crowd gasped as a diaphanous orange dragon transfigured in the air, roaring boldly as the rainbows disappeared with a shimmer upon its brisk arrival.

Minji was in charge of that, her eyes sparkling with fire, palms glittering the same colour as her right hand controlled the movement of the dragon. She stood at one of the upper railings overlooking the crowd below.

Even from where you stood on the floating island, appreciation struck your body as the celestial dragon leapt through the air, going dangerously close to the cluster of people standing at the upper railings.

It was incredible the way it twisted, it's sheer body returning to the centre, just above your head, and curled upwards until it's body burst into sparkles, the remnants raining down like specks of orange dust.

Once again, applause rose from the ebullient crowd.

The show wasn't done as a cluster of magnificent, midnight birds flew overhead, circling into the venue's open roof, a sweet cacophony of chirps and tweets creating a refreshing tune. Leerae was on the ground floor, her arms outstretched as if to welcome the birds.

A few birds fluttered, their navy wings flapping to and fro, cheerful chirps sung as they settled on both of Leerae's arms. A smile graced her lips before she made a motion to launch the lovely birds to take flight into the open roof.

Another applause as you took a deep breath, harnessing your powers for the upcoming flower event. You were next.

The three girls you were with were first approaching the edge of the floating platform in unison, lifting their hands with emerald sparkles. As they did, vines grew from the ground floor and curled up the multiple pillars with ease and elegance.

The crowd gasped again as flowers with various colours popped out of the vines, decorating the length of the parapet of the second floor with exotic plants.

The girls all looked over their shoulder to you, and determination rooted staunchly in your chest. You rubbed the tips of your fingers together, taking a deep breath once more.

Don't mess this up, you kept thinking. Straightening your back, you let a pink globe forge from your fingertips, pulling on the strings of magic. Once big enough, you threw your hand towards the centre of the sky, and the sparkling ball followed suit.

At its pinnacle, it exploded into small, pink flowers that floated down onto the crowd like snowflakes. With that, a final gleeful applause broke through the crowd, and you let out a heavy breath as the lanterns rekindled with light.

It was done and over, and the people rejoiced. Just hearing the sprightly cheers eased the pressure of the apprehension in your chest. It was over.

When returning to the ground floor, flowers were still landing amongst the people, some landing on your shoulders and tangling in your hair.

Smiling to yourself, you flicked off the flora on your neck and went to find your friends, wanting to celebrate together over the success of the evening. You know your mother would be proud of the spectacle, and you couldn't suppress the craving for her validation.

Sauntering past a bunch of people, you spotted your mother talking to someone near the barrier next to the lake below, probably about business. You just about began to approach her when a peach blob caught your attention.

Leerae. She did great today, being able to talk to animals and fix the birds into routine. Being able to do it so easily deserved a congratulations. There was no point in being envious when she worked just as hard on the show.

With firm footsteps, you made your way over, side-stepping people with equal joy when it all turned cold and died out.

Halting in your place, your smile fell when you spotted Leerae. But, it wasn't just Leerae, was it? The unease and shock struck you like a whip, making you swallow thickly.

It was Leerae and Jungwon, her hands on his chest. And, she was kissing him and, from what you could see, he was reciprocating.

Something crumbled inside you. Joy? Composure? The awkward friendship? Why did this affect you so much to the point you couldn't move?

It shouldn't affect you. He wasn't yours, and you couldn't stop his actions. Even then, the tide that drowned you was strong, sweeping your firm ecstasy away until nothing was left but your frozen body in the sea of moving figures.

Your shoulders tensed, a million thoughts dappled with confusion, bewilderment. It was a conflict that you couldn't pick apart — a fight between your rationality and whatever your heart was declaring.

Oh, I should kms.

Ripping your eyes away, you forced your feet to rush away from them to go to your mother, wanting to get rid of the absurd thoughts that plagued your head. But you bumped into a solid figure, stumbling back slightly with warm cheeks.

When you glanced up, Sunghoon stood there with a hand steadying your bare shoulder. Concern flickered across his eyes, but you forced a small smile despite the crushing apprehension.

"You okay?" He asked gently for your throbbing heart. When you nodded once, he went on with an easy smile of his own. "You were great, by the way."

"Thank you," you said, but your voice was anchored by something, and he could tell. Again, those eyes flickered with concern, curiosity that you didn't want to satiate.

You couldn't explain that you felt embattled watching one of your friends kiss a dude — it was totally unreasonable. There was no reason for your heart to be twisting this way, so you forced a smile again.

"Um... I didn't catch you in the crowd," you began saying with a resigned tone.

"I don't mind it. But, I could see your dress from a mile away," Sunghoon remarked, eyes dragging down your figure appreciatively in the palette of greens and emeralds, ultimately setting your cheeks and neck alight.

Clearing your throat, you pursed your lips into a tight smile again. "Thank you."

With your curt response, Sunghoon let his hand fall to your lower back, the warmth sensed through your dress as he led you through the hustle. Your face was still etched with something perturbed, and he wanted to use that.

"What about a drink?" He said, leading you with a firm hand still latched to your lower back. Not able to really think anymore, you just agreed with a hum.

He was pleased, and you found yourself being swept away from the idea and vision of Jungwon kissing Leerae.

But the oppressive tides kept drowning you with no way to brace your cracking thoughts. They collapsed like sand.

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[deeplyshalllow]

I've debated where to put this. I really wanted to post this as my own thing, but I was like, screw that, people will come after me, I will leave it in your inbox first <3 That seems to be where all the unhingedness ends up being anyway these days, doesn't it?

So hear me out: I think Wicked PR and Awards campaign did "Dancing Through Life" and Fiyero dirty so far, and I think it has to do about about what's in those contracts… I would like to preface this with two things:

I think every cast and crew member on this movie brought their A-game, and I would never dispute any awards or praise coming their way.

I really appreciate the passion and dedication they each brought to the role, and I am grateful for the amazing adaptation we got - so far.

I am not a PR person, so maybe some of my interpretations on this topic are incorrect, if so, please feel free to correct me in the comments

The facts I am working with:

Hollywood and the music industry is an incredibly cutthroat environment, especially for women, even in this day and age.

Cynthia and Ariana both confirmed, that before signing their contracts, they sat down together, to discuss what the other person "needs",and to make sure to phrase their contracts both in a way, that made them both happy.

Ariana would like to leave touring and her pop career on the backburner.

Cynthia has three out of the four awards to be an EGOT winner (that is Emmy, Golden Globe, Oscar, Tony), she is only missing her Oscar.

As of today, only two songs have had a "radio edit" version released, these are "Defying Gravity" and "Popular"

According to reports, there will be two songs added to the second movie, one solo for each of the leading ladies.

Even the DTL bts video features Glinda instead of Fiyero...

So, for my thing(s):

The songs charting

Looking at TikTok, YouTube, Instagram, "Dancing Through Life" seems to be super popular, in terms of people doing the dance, and also the "me and Boq" part. On Spotify, and most streaming platforms, this song a nightmare to listen to, if you just want the song, because lets be real, it's 9 minutes long, so putting it on loop is just not an option for most normies. Plus, if you just want to listen to the song, then you probably won't want to listen to all of the dialogue in it, especially if you are just a regular person, wanting to enjoy the song. This is exactly why "Defying Gravity" got a radio edit version.

I created an edited version of "Dancing Through Life", put it on YouTube, and without me sharing this video all over the place, it already has thousands of views in the matter of days, proving that people want to listen to it, and actually look it up to find an easy-listen version..

Both "Popular" and "Defying Gravity" have been on the Billboard top 100, almost ever since the movie came out. These numbers were hugely helped by those radio edits, that made these songs super loopable.

Yet we see no official radio edit for DTL, despite it probably being up there with these two songs as well. This is arguably the only song in the first movie that would have a good chance of charting, but if you were to cut it, you would have to cut Cynthia out, and leave only some of Ariana's part ("we're perfect together") in.

The awards season aspect of it all

As I highlighted, the awards are very important for both girls, for different reasons.

Ariana is trying to do a career shift to focus more on acting, so for her, any awards for her acting will help that effort greatly.

Cynthia really only needs the Oscar, to complete her EGOT, so awards campaign is very important for her as well.

One way how they can both improve their chances? They needed original songs written for WFG (Wicked: For Good), because the songs in the first movie were simply not eligible for any awards, as any song that was already featured in the musical doesn't count as "Original Song" at the Oscars. So they each got a song, to have equal chances, even though, I would argue that while Glinda is certainly less utilized in act 2 of the play, so therefore a song for her makes sense, Elphaba on the other hand (without seeing the movie, so I am so ready to be proven wrong) didn't really need it as much. It probably would have made more sense to give a solo for Fiyero, seeing as he has long been considered "underdeveloped" by many, and that would have been a good way to show how he changed between the two halves.

My theory is, that the only reason for both girls getting a song in the second movie, is for them to get equal chanes of buzz online, and awards chances as well.

We have seen with other movies, that no matter what actual value they provide to "average" folks, the Academy, that votes for the Oscars, much prefers smaller scale drama stories, and their actors, so the song category is where WFG has the most chances.

So... what do you think?

I feel like you've said most of what needs to be said in this excellent comment, but I agree. It seems weird that so much attention has been put on our two leads when so many of the cast are so strong. Not that Cynthia and Ari don't deserve it, but the others do too!

[middleearthpixie]

I'll See You in My Dreams ~ Prologue

A/N: This is the sequel to my 2022 story, Where I Belong. I had no plans to write a follow up to that, since it seemed Noelle and Thorin’s story was told as far as it could go. But then, a few weeks ago, I found myself wondering what would happen if Thorin somehow came back to Noelle’s place and time? What if their story wasn’t quite finished? Anyway, here is, I hope, what will be the answer to those questions. And if you’re unfamiliar with Noelle and Thorin, here is where their story began… 

Summary: Noelle James knows soul mates exist, the trouble is, she just can’t seem to find hers. Especially since hers seemed to have existed only in the world of cinema and The Hobbit movies. No one believes she actually spent time in Tolkien’s Middle Earth and even fewer believe Thorin Oakenshield existed in her world, either. 

So when she finds herself unexpectedly alone on yet another Christmas, she has no way of knowing exactly what the universe has in store for her this time.The trouble is, this man claiming to be Thorin can’t possibly be him, for he died at the hands of Azog the Defiler at Ravenhill. She saw him die with her own eyes.

So, it can’t be him.

Or can it?

Pairing: Thorin x ofc Noelle James

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.3k

I’ll see you in my dreams 

When all our summers have come to an end

I’ll see you in my dreams,

We’ll meet and live and laugh again

I’ll see you in my dreams, up around the riverbed

For death is not the end…

Prologue

Erebor

Thorin hadn’t realized he was humming until Thalia shot him a quizzical look, to which he replied, “What?”

“You’re doing it again.”

He bit back a sigh, setting down his fork. “I apologize. I’ve had a long day and have much on my mind. And for some reason, I cannot seem to pry the tune from my head.”

“But that song is like none I’ve ever heard.” Her forehead wrinkled, her thick, dark brows furrowing as she did so. In the flickering golden candlelight, that expression made her face, normally so round and full of laughter, look almost craggy and wizened. It wasn't the first time he’d thought so, but for some reason, it had troubled him far more often of late.

He shared supper with her every evening in her flat and until recently, it had been a highlight of his day. They got on well and she made him smile, and little by little, it seemed only natural that he should begin thinking about taking a wife. Taking her as his wife.

He hadn’t broached the subject yet, though, as the timing just never seemed quite right. Then the blasted song began echoing inside his skull. There were no lyrics at first, only the melody. But, lately, as he hummed, hints of words had begun forming in his brain.

But where had he heard any of it, for it sounded like no music he knew.

“Are you certain? I thought we heard it at Yule?”

She shook her head, the wooden beads in her beard clacking. “I know I’ve never heard it. Might you at least sing me some of it?”

He shook his head. “I recall no words, but only the music.” He reached for his napkin, dabbed at his lips, and then pushed back his chair to rise. “My apologies, Thalia. I think it would be best if I took my leave now.”

Her lips curved downward in a hint of a pout and the motion smoothed the furrows in her forehead as if an invisible filament connected them. “Have you found fault with my cooking?”

“No, of course not. It just as I said, I’ve much on my mind and I fear I’m not good company as a result.”

She rose, skirting the table to catch him by the wrist. “Perhaps a walk might clear your thoughts.”

“Thank you, but no. I think only sleep will help this time.” He patted her hand, then pulled free to strides toward the door. “I will see you come tomorrow, then.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

He stepped out of her flat, pulling the door softly closed behind him. Flames danced behind globes of frosted glass in sconces mounted high along the labradorite stone walls that were slowly being polished back to their former glory.

Erebor. For so long, Thorin could only dream of reclaiming his home, of rightfully claiming his throne within those stone walls. Now that he had, it wasn't quite the dream come true he’d once imagined. No, he’d spent nearly six months recuperating from the wounds he’d received at Ravenhill, at hands of the pale orc Azog the Defiler, and when he’d done that?

The real work had begun.

It was a two-steps-forward-one-step-back process, but over the last six months, he could at least now see the signs of renovation, especially in the main levels of the kingdom. The lower levels, aside from the forges, still needed much in the way of work, but as he made his way up to the Great Hall, cracked, damaged, and sooty stone gave way to solid walls polished to an almost-mirror like finish. 

But he didn't stop at the Great Hall. Nor did he make his way up to the ramparts, where he’d preferred to go when he needed to think and clear his head. 

No this time, he went outside, nodding at the guard in the gatehouse as he left the warmth of the fortress to step into the darkness of the winter night. Snow drifted, blew this way and that, swirling wildly about him as he followed the narrow slate pathway away from Erebor. The pathway became a flight of cut-stone stairs, worn and crumbling in places, that led up behind his kingdom, toward a different fortress. One he did not often venture to without good reason. 

Ravenhill was not high on the list of his favorite places. In fact, he avoided it as much as possible. But for some reason, he felt drawn there this evening. The tune that had been playing in his head for the last few days grew louder now. And not only that, but the words that had been but fragments were fragments no more. Instead, they became words he knew, yet didn't know at all. 

Well, it ain’t no secret, I’ve been 'round a time or two. Well, I don’t know, baby, maybe you been around, too. Well, there’s another dance, honey. All you gotta do is say yes, and if you’re rough and ready for love, honey, I’m tougher than the rest.

The voice singing them in his head did not belong to him. It was raspier than his and not nearly as deep. And while he didn't know whose voice it was, he knew he would know the name, should he ever hear it.

Or perhaps he was just going mad again. 

Snow blew harder now, but he didn't really feel the cold. Didn't notice the flakes sweeping his nose, getting caught in his beard, in his hair. All he knew was the voice in his head grew louder as he neared the river. 

A vision swept before his eyes. A woman. With a long tangle of red hair. In his arms.

Well, it ain’t no secret, I’ve been 'round a time or two. Well, I don’t know, baby, maybe you been around, too. Well, there’s another dance, honey. All you gotta do is say yes, and if you’re rough and ready for love, honey, I’m tougher than the rest.

He closed his eyes against the rising voice inside his head. 

The voice grew louder still. 

A dull thud jarred through him as he dropped to his knees alongside the rushing river. 

The music swelled.

“Leave me in peace… Mahal…” he gritted, his hands pressing against his ears as if that would somehow block the sounds. 

It blocked nothing. It didn't even quiet them. Instead, the voice grew louder. 

Well, it ain’t no secret, I’ve been 'round a time or two. Well, I don’t know, baby, maybe you been around, too. Well, there’s another dance, honey. All you gotta do is say yes, and if you’re rough and ready for love, honey, I’m tougher than the rest.

Nausea swelled. Bile rose into the back of his throat. He gagged. He coughed.

The blackness came out of nowhere, roaring in his ears like that of Smaug the terrible just before he broke through Erebor’s front façade to torch Esgaroth to cinders. It filled his ears. It pressed into him from all sides. 

And with a final gulp, it swallowed him whole. 

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Anora 2024

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“Anora,” a 2024 American comedy-drama directed by Sean Baker, delves into the tumultuous life of Anora “Ani” Mikheeva, a 23-year-old stripper from Brooklyn’s Brighton Beach. The film intricately portrays Ani’s whirlwind romance with Ivan “Vanya” Zakharov, the 21-year-old son of a Russian oligarch, and the subsequent challenges they face due to familial opposition.

Plot Summary

Ani, portrayed by Mikey Madison, leads a modest life in Brighton Beach, a Russian-American enclave in Brooklyn. Her routine is disrupted when she meets Vanya Zakharov (Mark Eydelshteyn), the son of affluent Russian businessman Nikolai Zakharov. Vanya, ostensibly in the U.S. for academic pursuits, prefers indulging in parties and video games at his family’s opulent mansion.

Their relationship begins on a transactional note, with Vanya hiring Ani for several encounters, eventually offering her $15,000 for a week-long companionship. This arrangement leads them to Las Vegas, where Vanya proposes marriage, partly to secure a green card and avoid returning to Russia. Despite initial skepticism, Ani is swayed by Vanya’s declarations of genuine affection, and they elope in a spontaneous wedding ceremony. Following the marriage, Ani quits her job and moves into Vanya’s mansion, embracing her new life.

However, their union faces immediate challenges. Upon learning of the marriage, Vanya’s mother, Galina, dispatches his godfather, Toros, along with henchmen Garnick and Igor, to annul the marriage and bring Vanya back to Russia. The situation escalates when Ani confronts Garnick and Igor, leading to a physical altercation where she is overpowered and restrained. Toros offers Ani $10,000 to consent to an annulment, but she remains steadfast, asserting her love for Vanya.

The narrative intensifies as Ani collaborates with Toros and his men to locate Vanya, who has gone on a reckless spree. They find him intoxicated at Ani’s former workplace, indifferent to the unfolding crisis. A subsequent court attempt to annul the marriage fails due to jurisdictional technicalities, further complicating matters.

At the airport, Ani’s attempt to connect with Vanya’s parents is met with disdain, particularly from Galina. Under familial pressure, Vanya coldly dismisses Ani, declaring their marriage untenable. Galina threatens Ani with severe repercussions if she pursues a divorce, leading Ani to reluctantly agree to the annulment. In a poignant moment, Ani confronts Vanya and Galina with sharp words before departing, while Nikolai reacts with unexpected laughter.

The film concludes with Ani and Igor returning to the Zakharov mansion to collect her belongings. A complex interaction unfolds between them, culminating in a moment of intimacy initiated by Ani. However, when Igor attempts to kiss her, Ani breaks down, revealing the emotional toll of her experiences. This ending leaves audiences contemplating Ani’s future and the resilience of her spirit.

Critical Reception

“Anora” premiered at the 77th Cannes Film Festival on May 21, 2024, where it won the prestigious Palme d’Or and received universal critical acclaim. Critics lauded Baker’s direction and screenplay, as well as the performances of Madison and Borisov. The film was released theatrically on October 18 by Neon and was named one of the top 10 films of 2024 by the National Board of Review and the American Film Institute. It received five nominations at the 82nd Golden Globe Awards, including Best Motion Picture — Comedy or Musical, Best Actress in a Motion Picture — Comedy or Musical for Madison, and Best Director. The film grossed $31.2 million worldwide on a $6 million budget, becoming Baker’s highest-grossing film.

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Mikey Madison’s portrayal of Ani has been particularly praised, with critics highlighting her ability to convey both vulnerability and strength. The film’s exploration of themes such as socioeconomic disparity, the complexities of sex work, and the pursuit of the American Dream has resonated with audiences and critics alike.

“Anora” stands as a testament to Sean Baker’s commitment to telling nuanced stories about marginalized communities, offering a poignant and unflinching look at the intersections of love, power, and identity.

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[mrs-stans]

Natalie Portman, Michelle Williams, Sebastian Stan to Be Honored at Deauville Film Festival

Natalie Portman, Michelle Williams and Sebastian Stan will be honored at the Deauville American Film Festival which celebrates this year its 50th anniversary in the seaside town of French Normandy.

Portman and Williams will receive the Deauville Talent Award for their career achievements, while Stan will be honored with the Hollywood Rising Star Award.

“Portman has always taken on demanding roles (…) that are marked by this ambivalent presence, a mixture of strength and fragility. She has proven throughout her career that she can play all kinds of characters with depth and accuracy,” stated the Deauville Film Festival which is under the new leadership of Aude Hesbert.

Portman earned a Golden Globe nomination for her role in Todd Haynes’ “May December” which was presented at the Deauville Film Festival in 2023. The actor was already celebrated last year with a Deauville honorary tribute but was not able to attend the festival due to the SAG-AFTRA strike.

She previously won an Oscar for her performance in “Black Swan” and earned two Oscar nominations for her parts in Pablo Larrain’s “Jackie” and Mike Nichols’ “Closer.”

Williams, who will also be on hand in Deauville to receive the career tribute, has earned five Oscar nominations, most recently for her role opposite Paul Dano in Steven Spielberg’s “The Fabelmans.” She has also delivered acclaimed performances in “Blue Valentine,” “Wendy and Lucy,” “My Week With Marilyn” and “Manchester by the Sea.”

“From Wim Wenders to Martin Scorsese, from Todd Haynes to Steven Spielberg via Kelly Reichardt, she stands out as one of the most emblematic contemporary actresses with a magnetic gesture, as intense as it is delicate,” stated the Deauville Festival, who also praised Williams for her “admirable artistic freedom.”

Stan, meanwhile, recently delivered a buzzed about performance as a young Donald Trump in Ali Abbasi’s “The Apprentice” which world premiered at Cannes, and also starred in Aaron Schimberg’s “A Different Man.” Deauville Festival praised Stan for his “talent and audacity.”

This year’s Hollywood Rising Star honorees also include Daisy Ridley. The festival previously feted Emilia Clarke, Ana de Armas, Paul Dano, and Robert Pattinson, Ryan Gosling and Jessica Chastain.

Another anticipated highlight of this edition will be the ‘Focus’ on Cannes’ Palme d’Or winner Sean Baker who will present his award-winning movie “Anora,” in addition to four films he directed and have never been released in France, “Four Letter Words,” “Take Out,” “Prince of Broadway” and “Starlet.”

As previously announced, Michael Douglas will be honored at this year’s 50th edition as guest of honor. He will feted on opening night of the festival, on Sept. 6. James Gray will also be celebrated and is set for a masterclass on Sept. 9.

Before joining the Deauville Film Festival, Hesbert worked at Unifrance and most recently headed French film and TV residency program Villa Albertine in Los Angeles. Backed by Chanel, the festival will wrap on Sept. 15.

[thegreatimpersonator]

im genuinely thinking y'all don't even know what the joke was and are just joining in on the angry mob, the joke was 'the only difference between the nfl and the golden globes, the golden globes has fewer shots of taylor swift, there's just more to go to'... whats 'misogynistic' about that? for real. the joke is literally saying taylor is the only interesting thing the nfl has going for it? like it's literally saying, in a way, that she's the highlight of the games and the nfl is boring without her like??? hello?

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STRANGE DAYS (1995) KALIFORNIA (1993) *JULIETTE LEWIS

These two double feature films I am presenting today owes it to Juliette Lewis images on my reblog random rampage selection by a Tumblr blogger actress-playground who has been posthumously deleted.

Strange Days is a 1995 American science fiction thriller film directed by Kathryn Bigelow, from a screenplay by James Cameron and Jay Cocks, and based on a story by Cameron.

Juliette Lewis (22) in Strange Days (1995)

The movie blends science fiction with film noir conventions, Strange Days explores themes such as racism, abuse of power, rape and voyeurism. Although the story was conceived by Cameron around 1986, Bigelow found inspiration from high profile incidents such as the Lorena Bobbitt incident and the 1992 Los Angeles riots.

The film was a major commercial failure, Strange Days nearly derailed Bigelow's career. The film polarized critics upon release, while some praised the cinematography, visual style, and performances of the cast, others criticized its portrayal of rape and violence. Its critical standing has improved over the years, gaining a cult following. At the 22nd Saturn Awards, where the film received five nominations, Bassett won Best Actress and Bigelow became the first woman to win Best Director.

Upon release, Strange Days polarized film critics. Roger Ebert, who gave the film four out of four stars, described it as "a technical tour de force" and highlighted the film's astute use of SQUID technology, stating that "Bigelow is able to exploit the idea of what is happening; she forces her audience to deal with the screen reality, instead of allowing us to process it as routine 'action.'"

Set in Los Angeles on the last two days of 1999, the film follows Lenny Nero (Fiennes), a black marketeer of an electronic device that allows a user to experience the recorded memories and physical sensations of other people, and Lornette "Mace" Mason (Bassett), a bodyguard and limousine driver, as they are drawn into a criminal conspiracy involving Nero's ex-girlfriend Faith Justin (Lewis) and the murder of a prostitute.

Strange Days (film) - Wikipedia

A former cop turned street-hustler accidentally uncovers a conspiracy in Los Angeles in 1999.

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Kalifornia is a 1993 American road thriller film directed by Dominic Sena, in his feature film directorial debut.

The movie was filmed in Georgia and rural inland California.in the spring of 1992. The movies was a box office bomb. The film received mixed reviews from critics with some praising its art house sensibility, while others dismissed it as a violent exploitation film. Despite this, the film's acting was largely praised, and critic Roger Ebert heralded the performances of Pitt and Lewis among the best he had ever seen. The film was nominated for three Saturn Awards in 1994, including for Best Horror Film.

The film tells the story of a journalist (Duchovny) and his photographer girlfriend (Forbes) traveling cross-country to research serial killings, who unwittingly carpool with a psychopath (Pitt) and his childlike girlfriend (Lewis).

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NOTES

Just a quick note about our protagonist:

Juliette Lewis (20) in Kalifornia (1993)

Juliette Lake Lewis (born June 21, 1973) is an American actress, singer, and musician. She is known for her portrayals of offbeat characters, often in films with dark plots, themes, and settings. Lewis gained prominence in American cinema during the early 1990s, appearing in various independent and arthouse films. She has received various accolades, including nominations for an Academy Award, a Golden Globe Award, and two Primetime Emmy Awards. (Go to Juliette Lewis - Wikipedia for more info)

List of Juliette Lewis performances - Wikipedia

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enchanted- tom blyth | ch. 9

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A/N: this chapter is so me when-

2nd A/N: guys i KNOW the oscars aren't directly after the golden globes but pls ignore its for the plot. 😁

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you felt like throwing stuff. just throwing everything in sight. the two of them cannot tell you everything is fine, and then pull a stunt like that. not only did it confuse you, it only fueled the fire of the relationship rumors even more. at this point, you were considering deleting social media altogether. you did not want to deal with it. at this point it made every day worse. it sucked you in like a vacuum, and you couldn't escape what you didn't want to see. no matter how many times you clicked "not interested" on a post, it would not help the amount of rachel and tom content you saw. it wasn't healthy. 

you had the impulse to archive all of your social media posts and just take a break. maybe it would help. help you get away from all the things you didn't want to see. you reminisced on your actors on actors with jenna ortega. everything the two of you had said. maybe it was a good idea. you were feeling impulsive anyways. 

just to be petty, the only posts you archived were the ones that were hunger games related. at least, for now.  why not be petty? they seemed to have lied to you, anyways. 

you felt they were treating you like a child. like you couldn't handle the truth. yes, it would be hard to hear, but it's not like you wouldn't understand. you weren't a little kid. you were an adult. a petty adult? yes. but an adult nonetheless. you wouldn't have been so angry if they hadn't lied. if they had said it to your face, you wouldn't be reacting like this. but you just felt anger. 

you felt like you wanted to break something. break something like he broke your heart. you weren't going to slash his tires or anything, nothing to him. just something to destress. but there was nothing in your house that you could. so you just decided to scream into your pillow. easy solution. then, you continued to archive your posts. every single one that included tom. it was fun. so much fun. you felt a little immature, but it was definitely making you feel better. then you went through you instagram highlights. took them all down. you changed your profile picture, which was originally a picture of you, rachel, josh, tom and hunter, to a solitary picture of you. it felt so good. you knew your social media team would be mad, but who cared. 

then you cried. the situation was giving you major mood swings. angry, sad, angry, sad, really angry, sad. this went on for hours. you rotted in bed. you called your best friend and cried to her for about an hour. you just listened to olivia rodrigo. she seemed to have songs that fit every situation. you listened to get him back! and lacy on repeat. 

then making the bed came on. and then you realized. in 2024, you should not be rotting over a possible dating situation. you should not be crying for hours over a situation that you can easily question. you are the only one who is making you feel like this. you were doing this to yourself. this could easily be solved by talking to them, and even better, you had your final red carpet event of the season, where both of them would be in attendance. this event just so happened to be the oscars. it was very exciting, and even though none of you had been nominated, just going would be an amazing experience.  you had to deal with the truth, and that was, if they are together, there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. you could not go back in time and do something differently. and if they weren't together, great. 

you had to stop being immature, and start being rational. you had to prepare yourself. you glanced up at your door. your stylist had picked out a white dress. there was no way. you scavenged in your dress closet for anything better. 

...

after a lot of slow skincare, a shower, and digging through your closet, you eventually picked out a black, elegant, silky dress with a very high slit. you paired it with a layered pearl choker, and a black garter. the garter was visible, but not totally out there. you put on the highest black heels you owned, did you hair nicely, created your daily bracelet stack, and prepared to leave. you paired your outfit with a black clutch, and made your way out the door. you knew people would be dressed in gowns, and other elegant things, and your dress might now be as big and showy, but you had a point to make. again, it was based on princess diana's revenge dress. you really admired her, and this look made you feel empowered.

when you arrived on the red carpet, you walked with confidence. you had been on a lot of red carpets these past few weeks, so you had developed a strategy. get on, say hi to a few fans, strike a few poses, more fans, and then walk in. so that's what you did. stepping out of the car, there was an immediate reaction to your outfit. it was a mix of shock and surprised gasps, along with cheering. you went over to the crowd and began to say hi to a few people. you took a photo with one young fan who was so adorable. then, you did two short interviews. next it was time to pose. you were going to make sure there were lots of photos. on your way to the carpet, you caught sight of tom. he was maybe 25 feet away from you, posing on a different background. 

However, you accidently made eye contact with him. he looked at you, glanced down at your outfit, then up to your face once more, then down to your outfit, then up to your face. he couldn't seem to get enough of you. he seemed to be shocked at your outfit, which is what you were going for. you didn't know wether to smile at him, or to look away. 

you ended up doing a combination of both, which looked very odd. you had hoped no one caught that on camera. you saw him smile slightly, but then he turned away and posed again. you took the hint and went back to posing again. you had not found rachel yet, or any of your other castmates. still on the red carpet, a security guard gave you a fifteen minute warning to the top of the show. you decided maybe you should go find your seat. at the oscar's there was not as much of a guarantee you would be seated with the members of your movie as other events. the only guarantee was if you were nominated. 

you walked past the coat check, and over to the seating chart. the theater was huge, so finding your seat took a while. you sighed when you found that your seat was next to tom. and tom was next to rachel. on your other side, hunter schafer, and josh. you were glad to know you weren't seated in the middle of them again. you had hunter to talk to if things got weird. 

shuffling through people, you finally approached your seat. you gave hunter a tight hug, she was being so unproblematic in this whole situation, and you were here for it. you sat down in-between hunter and tom, and the second you sat down, your mind blank. you had no idea what to say to the boy next to you. do you ask him now? wait till the party? go outside? don't ask at all? that one was definitely out. you probably wouldn't be able to sleep until you asked. rachel was next to him, and while you smiled at her, you didn't say much. hunter complimented your outfit, and you returned the compliment. you noticed tom listening to the conversation between the two of you. you had a feeling he was going to butt in anytime now, but nothing yet. 

finally, you heard him take a breath, coincidentally at the same time the show started. you heard him say something, but loud music came on, and you couldn't make it out. 

"what?" you asked him to clarify, but he shook his head. well that was going to bug you. you focused on the show, still dying to know what he said. it stuck in your head the entire duration of the ceremony. 

...

the final award was given, and the lights came back on. it was a great show. you knew that you needed to talk to tom. you had to make sure you didn't lose him in the crowd. when everyone was making their way out, you made sure to not lose sight of him. he was walking in front of you, and also much faster. figured, he was much taller than you. 

when you finally caught sight of the exit of the building, you started calling his name. he heard you the second time. he stopped walking, and waited for you to catch up to him. you began walking again, this time with him. you made your way outside, finally, where there was fresh air. you took a deep breath, and pulled him off the driven path. 

"what, y/n?" he asked, seemingly ok with everything.

"tom, i need to talk to you. right now."