#I’m not gonna lie—I was disappointed when she was ‘just there’ in the film. She could have done more.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

On a page from Director Rockwell's point of view in the Sonic 3 Mad Libs, she says "I don't trust aliens, especially Sonic and his friends, Tails and [CELEBRITY]. They refuse to reveal the location of the Master Emerald. No one can be trusted with a weaponized [NOUN] that [ADVERB] powerful," which sounds suspiciously like Longclaw's viewpoint

Ooh! This is interesting info! Aww, thank you for sharing this with me, hon. I greatly appreciate it!❤️✨

Hmm… looks like we’re right, guys. It seems like the SCU Crew is setting Director Rockwell up to become a potential antagonist in the future. Not malicious, but an individual that wants to have power protected and would do anything to make sure that it’s sealed away from the public.

[wifeofsnowbaird]

can you do a Tom Blyth x reader where they are filming like a romcom or something and they fall in love over the course of filming? i was thinking fluff but i would not be upset if it somehow ended up with some smut in their trailer ;) , just follow your heart!! lots of love ❤️

ofc! I’m absolutely shitty at smut tho i might try with this one but idk so fluff it is❤️ it’s gonna have 3 parts bc it’s definitely gonna need more than a short post!

this first part isnt really when they're filming i just wanted Tom to have a slight crush after seeing ur story and wanted a small scene with Rachel and Josh!

So long I've been out in the rain and snow.

But the winter's come and gone, and a little bird told me so.

Part 1/Part 2/

(Tom Blyth x actress!reader)

summary: you and Tom meet for the first time while Josh is in the middle of the livestream. It's become the new famous ship of the internet.

You were one of the newest actresses in Hollywood and luckily you managed to grab a role with one of the most famous actors right now, Tom Blyth.

Ever since he starred in The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, people have been thirsting for him like he was water.

You wouldn't lie, you were one of them, but you two were supposed to meet in a coffee shop, reciting your lines and you were late.

" Oh you're [Name] [Last name], nice to meet you! Sorry, my friends decided to follow me here. "

Tom grinned, blue eyes twinkling in the sunlight, an apology gleaming in his pupils.

"No worries, it's fine! I'm so sorry I'm late, it was just traffic!"

" Don't worry, I'm just glad you made it!"

You took in a deep breath and extended your arm for a handshake. Surprisingly, he hugged you instead. You met the two 'friends' who are actually fucking Josh Rivera and Rachel Zegler who were seemingly livestreaming on Instagram.

" And here is the new couple! Say hi, you two love birds!"

Tom rolled his eyes before letting you go to tell Josh off.

" We aren't dating, we actually just met."

Josh turned, confused for a second before gazing at Tom's phone that was left on his chair.

"Wait, seriously? Didn't you see a post of her being your new co-star in that rom-com you're doing and started bragging a lot to Rachel and me? What's it?"

He thought for a minute before his eyes lit up and he smiled brightly.

"Oh, yeah! Sweet truth, where a girl had a bunch of exes tell lies and cheat but then finds a man who tells her nothing but the truth?"

Tom hissed and shut Josh up by covering his mouth, before he noticed Rachel leaning toward confused you, beginning to tell you the whole story.

His panicked face turned red.

" So it was a couple weeks ago, we were just calmly hanging out after reshooting some Ballad scenes when Tom showed us your Insta where you were like, I don't know, talking about the movie you're gonna be in! He was literally obsessed, I am not kidding."

She shrugged as Tom glared at her for spilling his secret.

"I'm sorry, I mean you're beautiful and I-"

He cleared his throat, unable to continue because of his embarrassment.

You giggled, shrugging.

" It's cool, I mean I think you're hot-I mean handsome too."

Inside you were literally screaming at yourself for exposing the fact that he's your celebrity crush.

" Uh, guys, I hope this isn't method acting because I'd be really disappointed in you, Tom" Josh snickered, sharing a mischievous glance with Rachel.

Tom rolled his eyes, smiling at you before beckoning to the chair beside him.

" Let's, uh, practice...?"

[crescentmel]

i watched the x-men films for the first time ever here are my thoughts *spoilers obviously* :D

small backstory: i was going to go watch Deadpool & Wolverine however i have seen the previous deadpool movies but i’ve never watch the x-men films at all, my knowledge of that universe is minimal. my coworker suggested i at least watch Logan before watching Deadpool & Wolverine so i did.

Logan is easily one of the best Marvel films i have ever watched in my life, like top 3 films for sure it was amazing im still thinking about this movie weeks later. so i watch Deadpool & Wolverine and realize im low key obsessed with logan so might as well watch all the x-men films ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALSO I HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE FROM THE COMICS DONT COME FOR ME

The Original Trilogy

Overall i enjoyed the first two films, i think The Last Stand might be my least favorite of the whole franchise im not gonna lie

i’m just gonna say it, i was so not here for the Logan & Jean romance, like im kind of a hater so if this upsets you than this post is not for you lmao

ADORED JEANSCOTT WITH MY HEART AND SOUL !!! THEYRE SO FUCKING CUTE !!!!

Right of the bat, Logan & Jean’s romance felt SO forced. like it wasn’t believable for me, in the first movie it felt like Logan decided he was in love with Jean, not that he is actively falling in love with her, it was kinda weird

Meanwhile you can like clearly tell that Scott & Jean are in love with each other, but it feels like Logan’s character is just disregarding that

I understand in the comics it’s supposed to be a love triangle of sorts, i just think that if they wanted to do that for the films they could have portrayed it better

Ororo is an angel i love her

charles & eric need to make out

scott summers you ball of sunshine

i’m glad the rogue crush thing died in the first film bc ohmygod that was hard to watch

my favorite is X2 of this trilogy i really liked the plot and how it expanded more into Logan’s story

The Wolverine Trilogy

Origins wasn’t like, super terrible? i guess? my least favorite of this trilogy for sure though

i liked the plot twist that his girlfriend of 6 years was manipulating him, i didn’t see it coming, i was like WOW that’s fucked up

was disappointed he forgave her like wtf 😭

deadpool thing was weird i didn’t like that

good film to learn logan’s backstory, his brother was so fucking annoying though

The Wolverine was a decent film, if ur looking for an x-men film that’s more action centric than mutant centric this is your film

it felt like a wolverine side quest lol, nothing crazy going on, but i liked it more than Origins

logan is just tired

snake lady’s powers were cool

this girl is never going to see logan again so at least she got what she could

it goes without saying that Logan 2017 is the best film in the whole x-men/fox franchise

i could definitely make a whole post going into a deep dive of Logan but i’ll just keep it short

Logan’s dedication to taking care of Charles warms my heart in a way you cannot imagine, he truly cares so deeply for that man, charles gave him the opportunity of having a new family and i feel like logan will always be grateful for him

Logan & Laura :’)

it was like watching Logan go from only caring about kids in a “i’m a teacher” way to seeing Laura in a “i’m her caretaker now” kind of way, like there was a shift in his character that he wasn’t expecting

my little family of three that definitely lived happily ever after

my favorite scene of the whole film was when Logan realizes that it was his clone self that stabbed Charles, and his immediate gut reaction was to say “It wasn’t me” and to reassure Charles that Logan would NEVER do that

so that Charles would never die thinking one of his closest friends (AND SON FIGURE) would ever betray him like that and kill him

LIKE THAT WAS SO IMPORTANT TO LOGAN, HE DIDNT WANT CHARLES TO DIE THINKING HE KILLED HIM ;_________;

Logan 2017 the film that you are

X-Men Prequel Films

oh boy here go

right off the bat i’m going to say Days of Future Past exceeds all four of these films, so fucking good, my favorite after Logan

but yeah First Class wasn’t like, terrible per say, i just found myself a little bored ngl

absolutely here for eric & charles love story, they’re literally friends to lovers to enemies to still lovers but they’re still enemies i adore it

i liked the character that mystique brought (& jennifer lawrence) but it was just such a jump from the mystique in the first films

also i just think that if eric wants to kill his abuser then he should go for it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just saying charles it was a lil weird u wanted to stop him

i get the premise, setting up the basis of the x-men, but i just found it a little lacking

DAYS OF FUTURE PAST

amazing 10/10 movie, i genuinely enjoyed every second, actually felt like a superhero movie

great balance of logan not knowing what the fuck is going on vs charles knowing exactly what to do next & logan just going along with it i love it

i’ve heard legends of how amazing quicksilver is in these films and this went beyond my expectations, fantastic character AND amazing showcase of his powers, the writers cooked on this, also makes me want to rewatch wandavision bc i didn’t appreciate his character enough son i’m so sorry

prison breaking out eric sequence was amazing

there’s so much more but just overall amazing film

apocalypse was definitely something? i mean it was probably difficult to follow up days of futures past so i can’t blame them, not like the worst film ever but ….. idk

THINGS I LOVED !! young jean & scott :’) !!!!! genuinely so happy to see the beginning of their friendship & romantic relationship, they’re literally so fucking cute AND young storm omfg a baby 🫶🏾

took me a second to realize it was oscar isaac lol, also OUCH eric’s little family but also like wtf was that death ??? 😭

idk plot was just kinda everywhere, nothing super memorable, also i just found it funny that logan was there for like less that 5 minutes and all he did was grunt lmfao at least he popped off on stryker for the millionth time fuck that guy

uhm dark phoenix

the one and only highlight for me for dark phoenix was once again, jean & scott lmfao

the whole solar flare & alien race thing was kinda weird, they didn’t even explain the alien race thing that well, idk what to even say about this movie

i thought it was weird that hank & eric were suddenly jumping on the “let’s kill jean” train when like they know she didn’t mean to kill raven ??? 😭 like wtf

someone explain the timeline bs to me bc i was surprised that jean “died” AGAIN.

wasn’t the point of futures past that logan now in the present is experiencing the new timeline in which charles, scott, and jean are all alive

so why did jean die in this, does that not defeat the purpose, like she’s alive in the present

or were they trying to plan another prequel film in which she comes back, again. then it’s just a repeating storyline from the og trilogy

anyways it was kinda bad

i don’t even want to talk about The New Mutants i’m gonna be real, it was also bad

and that is my long af reaction to watching all the x-men films for the first time. if you’re reading this and read all my yapping then thank you i really appreciate it lol 🫶🏾 in conclusion, i’m sad i missed out on a whole era of these movies when they were being released (probably bc im avengers obsessed lol) but i’m glad i did watch them now, and now i have a new universe to hyper fixate on lmfao (and logan) amazing movies !! gonna go rewatch Logan now ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

also here is my full x-men movies ranking, deadpool films included:

[skinks]

SPOILERS FOR SALTBURN

I haven’t seen Promising Young Woman but I did just see Saltburn and now I’m so dubious about Fennell’s politics that I’m basically obligated to see PYW to confirm my suspicions. It’s not that I think she’s conservative necessarily, but more that she’s so upper class London nepo baby rich that she could aspire to socialist feminism as much as she likes but it’ll never land because her background precludes her from ever having anything relevant to say about class.

There were things I liked about Saltburn. The editing, performances, black humour, costumes, sets, cinematography (NOT the aspect ratio - will explain) and the ballsiness of certain “transgressive” scenes I did appreciate. This is what makes it so frustrating and disappointing as a film. If you turn your brain off, it’s a wild ride, quite hypnotic and lovely to look at in that specific dreamy way that the dark, cool interiors of a house get on the hottest days of the summer. I hated the 4:3 aspect ratio though, it was POINTLESS. Why was it used? Surely it would have made more sense to capture the grand expansiveness of the titular estate in widescreen? It just felt twee for twee’s sake, like it was shot to produce compositions ready-cropped for big gifs on tumblr.

The “shocking” “transgressive” “erotic” stuff is not particularly any of those things. I mean, for me anyway. It might titillate the type of new-puritan gen z-ers who self censor it to “seggs”, but there was only one sequence that felt really “wow, I haven’t seen that in movie before!” levels of Going There. And even then these scenes always felt self-consciously affected, like Fennell only included them because she wanted to write a movie with fReAkY stuff, as opposed to the freaky stuff coming organically from the characters. I remember sitting in the cinema to see Call Me By Your Name feeling like I was burning to a crisp at the scene where Elio huffs a pair of a man’s used swim trunks - because it felt so authentic to this expression of a character who is at critical levels of desperate teenage horniness. In Saltburn, when Oliver gets down on his knees and slurps Felix’s jizzy bath water, it’s like… okay? Why? What does he want? We saw him lie about knowledge of the fancy plates to ingratiate himself to the dad, we already have reason to distrust anything he says, so it’s hard to believe he has any authentic desire for Felix. And that’s the main problem with the whole movie - the writing is fairly atrocious.

There’s no mystery. There’s no ANYTHING. There’s a tiny quick-cut flash montage of future events in the movie right at the start of the thing, so already we’re going in with no doubts that Oliver is gonna go nuts. So we know that bad shit is gonna happen, and yet the movie pulls out a big Twist Ending reveal like we… weren’t supposed to know that he’s been bad from the beginning? We don’t need all these flashbacks to show us he’d planned his dastardly deeds offscreen the whole time when we’ve already seen him commit OTHER dastardly deeds ONSCREEN. He’s given zero motivation. He tells us he did what he did because he hates this rich family, starting with Jacob Elordi’s Felix, but he had planned the whole thing from before they ever even met, or saw how the family treats the other two main victims of class in the film, Pamela and Farleigh. When Oliver starts spinning his web, Felix has never been anything but genuinely kind to him. Felix never did him any personal wrong except being born handsome, popular, and rich.

That’s the other glaring issue. Fennell has said this is supposed be another one of these “eat the rich” satires, but…. beyond the usual foot-in-mouth clueless social blunders, the movie portrays none of the rich family as even all that bad. Oliver isn’t even all that poor! His family are revealed to be extremely comfortably upper-middle class! This is not Parasite!!! The worst ethical thing they do is cut off Farleigh from family money - but it’s obvious to the audience that this is actually Oliver’s fault. So all we’re left with is this main character who’s the worst of the lot, with no reason to do what he’s doing except for being an asocial loser creep. If you’re making a class satire in Britain and your message at the end of the film is “those creepy disgusting middle class will pervert and mutate themselves to have what the beautiful victimised rich people do” you’ve… uhh. Failed. Somewhere along the line.

It wants to be The Talented Mr Ripley, but it is confused and stupid. Given Fennell’s background and social circle, is it any wonder? It’s like she’s looked around at her fellow Eton Oxford lot and thought “so the poors hate us because we’re a bit silly and old fashioned, right? no wonder they’re jealous, we’re all so sexy and our houses are so nice! Of course they’d do anything to have this!” She hasn’t seemed to conceive of the fact that the working class in Britain hate the upper class because millions live in genuine poverty while they get to obstruct social change because of archaic birthright. That many people in Britain don’t actually want to be the upper class, they want an end to them.

The thing is, I had fun watching it. I laughed a lot, and then left the cinema distinctly unimpressed, as one often does after interacting with people who go to private school and are perfectly charming but clearly still think they’re better/smarter than you because they have generational land, or multiple houses. I worked for 6 years as the stable groom for the heiress to a publishing fortune, I’ve met plenty of these people, believe me. All this to say, that this is deeply frustrating because I would like to turn my brain off from the dodgy politics and just appreciate a movie that goes out of its way to be visually stylish and includes a scene where a sobbing Barry Keoghan gets naked and fucks the fresh grave of his boy best friend. Now that’s entertainment

[kasienda]

Celebrity Status: Ch 8 - Two Truths and a Lie

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 |

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Chapter 8: Two Truths and a Lie

Adrien heard the tap on his window. A grin immediately bloomed across his face even before he turned to her. 

She liked him. She knew him in her regular life and she liked him. 

He let her in, still grinning like an idiot.

“You’re in a good mood,” she observed, smiling back at him. 

“You’re here. How could my day get any better?” Was it too much? Maybe, but he couldn’t give her more of an explanation.

Pink dusted her cheeks, and she glanced away. 

His heart jumped in his chest. Had he always been able to do that? Because she liked him! And he just hadn’t noticed, hadn’t realized he was the luckiest boy in all of Paris?

“How can I be of service?” he asked, his smile still in full force. He needed to find some chill before she assumed he was happy that she was having problems.  

She bit her lip. “I umm… I need your help.” 

He nodded. “With the reaction to the video?” 

“Yeah. I need to fix this. I know you’re out of your depth, but will you help me anyway?” 

“Always m’L-Ladybug! Always!”

She smiled softly. “I don’t know how I ever earned your friendship. Thank you.”

“I actually already have some ideas,” he told her, leading her to his desk already set out with two chairs. “I think the biggest issue is that you keep getting taken out of context. First, never say anything to the reporters at the tail end of a battle or when you’re out and about. And if a candid video looks bad, still don’t offer comment to anyone you don’t know and trust.” 

She nodded. “Yeah, I suppose that makes sense. But how do I fix the damage already done?”

He grinned. “We need to humanize you again. We need to get you in front of a camera with an award winning journalist for a friendly interview where you’re not gonna get cut off.” 

Ladybug frowned. “Award winning journalist? Like who?” 

Adrien grinned. “One of your biggest fans, Alya Césaire.” 

…

Alya was vibrating in her seat as hard as Marinette did whenever Adrien offered her so much as a smile. Marinette had never seen her so giddy or excited. 

“Can you believe it?! Marinette! I’m getting an award this weekend from Ladybug herself!”

“Technically, the award is from the city,” Marinette corrected, grinning at her best friend.

Alya laughed. “Who cares! Ladybug is going to hand it to me! She’s going to be there specifically to honor me! How crazy is that?!”

Marinette shook her head. “Not crazy at all! You totally deserve all the recognition! I’m sure Ladybug agrees with me.” 

“So here’s your ticket,” Alya said, sliding over an envelope. 

Marinette’s smile fell off her face. “What? You’re not bringing Nino?” 

“Of course not! You believed in me before anyone! Plus, Nino would be super bored.” 

“He would not! He’s your boyfriend! It’s his job to support you in all your amazing awesomeness and success!” And Nino wanted to go into film. He was going to have to get good at going to awards dinners. 

Alya frowned. “Do you not want to come?” 

Marinette’s stomach churned. “It’s not that. Of course I want to come!” She was already coming! “I just can’t.” Her gaze fell to the floor, unable to meet Alya’s disappointment. “I’m uh… grounded.” 

“What?! Surely, your parents would make an exception for this? For me?” 

Marinette shook her head, still staring at her pink flats. “I don’t think so… they were really pissed.” 

She risked a glance up, and regretted it immediately. Alya’s expression now looked like the sun would never shine again. 

Marinette blinked back the sudden burn behind her eyes. She couldn’t cry. She wouldn’t.

“But even if I’m not there, you’re getting the most amazing award that you absolutely deserve! I couldn’t not be more proud of you!” Marinette pulled Alya into a hug to hide her own tears. 

“It won’t be the same without you there,” Alya whispered.  

…

Ladybug stood on the stage, trying not to bounce on her toes in her excitement, when the emcee called Alya’s name up to be recognized. 

Alya stood from her table and made her way up the stairs on the side of the stage. 

But something was wrong. Alya was smiling, but it felt professional rather than the gleeful excitement Marinette had observed just the day before. 

Ladybug offered the award, framed in a dark wood with a beaming smile. She shook Alya’s hands maybe a little harder than was strictly necessary, but this was Alya! Her best friend who was being recognized as a professional when she was still a minor. It was a huge deal.

Alya should be over the moon. 

Marinette wanted her to be over the moon!

“Congratulations, Alya! I was so excited the moment I heard they wanted to honor you.”

Alya's smile stretched wider for a second. “Thank you, Ladybug.”

“Is something wrong?” Ladybug asked, glancing towards Alya’s table. The seat beside hers was empty. Nino hadn’t come. 

“My best friend isn’t here,” Alya admitted, under the cover of the audience’s applause. “I thought she would have moved mountains to be here. She’s apparently grounded, but she’s also so terrifyingly good at breaking out of and into all sorts of places, I thought she might still make it.”

Marinette’s throat felt tight. “I’m sure she’d be here if she could,” she managed.  

Alya smiled again, but it still didn’t reach her eyes. “Thank you for saying that, Ladybug. It does mean a lot to me to receive this award and that you were the one to deliver it makes it mean more. Thank you.”

Marinette smiled for all she was worth. “You’re welcome! You definitely deserve it!” 

And then Alya stepped away, back towards her table, her shoulders slumped as she slipped back into her seat.

Marinette wilted. She had chosen wrong. She should have come as Marinette instead of Ladybug.

…

Marinette showed up to school the next day half an hour early with a box of macarons tight in her grip. 

Alya didn’t so much as smile at her when she arrived. Instead, Alya walked right past her. Marinette slipped beside her anyway. 

“How was it?” she asked, smiling.  

Alya didn’t look at her. “It was fine.”

It was so clearly not fine. 

“Look, I’m sorry!” Marinette whispered. “I couldn’t go. My parents—“

“I talked to Sabine,” Alya cut in, finally turning to stare directly at her. 

Marinette froze. 

“She thought you were coming to the event. Apparently you’ve been squealing about it for days . She told me you were proud of me and shared that she was, too.” 

Marinette’s mouth hung open, desperately searching for something, anything to say. 

“I-I was on my way—“ Marinette started. “I panicked.”

Alya turned away in disgust. “You bailed the day before! Said you were grounded! But you weren’t! I don’t get it! If what she said was true, then you were genuinely excited and happy for me, but you still didn’t come when you clearly could have! What else was so important that—“ Alya cut off,  her honey-brown eyes flooding with tears. 

“Alya,” Marinette said softly, reaching for Alya’s hand. “I’m sorry.” 

It wasn’t anywhere near enough. Marientte knew it, but she couldn’t say anything else.

Alya dodged just out of her reach, wiping away her own tears. “I didn’t tell her by the way.” 

Marinette’s eyebrows scrunched together. “Tell who?” 

“Your maman. I didn’t tell her that you weren’t there, but that’s the last time. I’m not covering for you anymore,” Alya told her coldly.

Marinette didn’t even care about that. She just wanted Alya to forgive her. She grabbed Alya’s shoulder.

“Alya, please!” she begged, crying. “How can I fix this?” 

“You could tell me what the hell is going on!” 

Marinette pressed her lips closed. She couldn’t do that either. 

“Good to know what our friendship means to you,” Alya bit out.

She shrugged Marinette’s hand off her shoulder and walked away.  

Marinette didn’t even try to fight her tears. 

… 

Adrien trudged up the stairs to his room after school. It had been a long day. Alya had been upset, which meant Nino was too. Marinette had never shown up at all. Adrien hoped she was okay. And then, Ms. Mendeleiev had been in a foul mood and surprised them all with a pop quiz. At least in spite of whatever was going on, Alya was still willing to gush about Ladybug with him during lunch, and she was enthusiastic about a possible interview. He couldn’t wait to tell Ladybug. 

If only he knew when the next time she would visit. 

He pushed open his bedroom door and immediately dropped his bag. 

She was already there, sitting on the floor against his bed with her knees to her chest. 

“Ladybug? Are you okay?” he asked. 

She burst into tears at the question.

He moved to her side faster than he would have for an akuma alert. 

Akuma’s didn’t make Ladybug cry. Not usually.

“What happened?” he asked.

“My best friend! She hates me!” 

“No one could hate you,” he insisted. 

“But she does. She’s so angry, she won’t talk to me at all. I tried to apologize, but I couldn’t explain,” she explained rapidly through her tears. 

“What happened?” he asked again, softly.

She swallowed and took a breath. Adrien rubbed the back of her neck the whole time. 

“I couldn’t go to something with her because I had to be somewhere else as Ladybug. But I couldn’t explain that. She knows I’m lying, but she doesn’t know why. And this thing was really important to her. I think I chose wrong. I should have gone with her instead of the Ladybug thing, but I didn’t. I thought it was more important to be somewhere as Ladybug. And now she’s never going to forgive me unless I explain, and I can’t explain.” 

Adrien squeezed her shoulder. “This might sound crazy, but have you ever thought about telling her?”

“Only a thousand times!” Her hands shot out to the side as she spoke. “But I can’t! I can’t put her whole life in danger just so I can keep her friendship!”

At least she was consistent with both her best friend and her superhero partner. 

“Maybe she’d think it was worth it,” he whispered. He always had thought that. 

“Maybe. But is it fair for me to make that decision for her?” 

“Does anyone know?” he asked, but he already knew.

She shook her head. "Chat wants us to share our identities. And sometimes I think he's right."

"You do?"

This was news to him.

She nodded, her arms wrapping around her knees. Her head rested on them, turned to him. "I think it would be easier in some ways. We could cover for one another, contact each other out of the suits, predict more accurately when one of us is likely to be late or not show up at all. And we could confide in each other more than we already do."

"So, why don't you then?"

"There's the obvious answer of the less people that know the easier it is to keep a secret. And that's still true. If we don't know we literally cannot give each other up. But honestly? I think I'd slip up. Like, if he gets hit, I might just scream his name. I have to make some hard decisions. And I already care about him so much. I think knowing who he is would make us closer. And I would be even more distracted, and unable to put him in danger even when I need to."

"You don't think you'd get used to it?"

She shrugged. "Probably eventually, but even a single mistake from either of us is potentially lethal. Seems safer not to risk it."

He was so surprised. He had always assumed that she didn't want to reveal identities because she didn't trust him or was trying to keep him at an arm's length. But really, it was just because she was trying to protect him.

She turned away, her chin still on her arms as she stared out the window. "He thinks he's in love with me,” she whispered.

"You don't think he is?" Because he definitely was and all these quiet times spent with her in his room had only solidified that fact for him. 

She shrugged. "He doesn't know me totally. He might be disappointed when he sees how much of a mess I am."

"Maybe he's a total mess too."

She laughed. "He seems so happy and confident, like, all of the time."

"So do you."

She scoffed. “Certainly, you know that’s not true by now.”

“I just meant—“

She laughed, leaning into his space. “You know, I think you might know me better than him now.” 

He swallowed. She was so close. “Yeah?” he breathed. 

“Yeah,” she whispered the word right against his lips. And then her lips were on his.

She tasted of slightly of salt. She had been crying, he distantly recalled. 

He kissed her harder. 

Because maybe, just maybe because he was the luckiest boy in all of Paris, maybe the whole world, he could do something to turn her day around, to make her feel better. 

Because he was never going to forget this day or this moment. 

And he didn’t want her to forget it either. 

… 

"What do you hate most about having a double life?" Alya asked.

Ladybug folded her hands on her knee and forced herself to look right at Alya who was sitting beside the camera they had set up in her room. 

"In order for Ladybug to be reliable, my civilian self has had to become the opposite. My friends get mad at me for disappearing or flaking altogether with the lamest excuses. My best friend especially often suspects I'm not being honest. My parents are constantly disappointed with the number of truancies I've managed to rack up. I've been questioned about doing drugs, having sex, joining a gang, and the list goes on.”

Alya frowned sympathetically. “That sounds hard.” 

“Sometimes I wish I could tell them, but doing that would put all of them in danger, and I’m just not willing to trade their well-being for thinking well of me.” 

“Wow. They’re lucky to have you even if they don’t know it.”

Ladybug smiled. “That means so much coming from you. Thank you.” 

“Does this mean there’s no love interests for Ladybug either?” 

Ladybug felt the heat burn in each cheek.

“Oooh! Is there someone?” 

Ladybug tapped her own lip. “Well, this lady never kisses and tells.”

“Ah! Ladybug, you’re killing me and all your supporters, too!” 

She laughed. It almost felt like they were just hanging out. Like, everything was fixed between them. 

She wished she could tell Alya that she had finally kissed Adrien, but she had kissed him as Ladybug, not as Marinette. And Alya wasn’t talking to Marinette, but she thought Alya would be proud of her for making the first move, and she hoped that with time, Alya would forgive her for her latest lie.

But Alya was also right that there probably shouldn't be any love interests for Ladybug. She was putting him in danger too.

It wasn't fair.

...

[agentnico]

Wicked (2024) review

Look, I’m not gonna be one them sods who makes a “this is a wicked movie” jokes. Nope - I won’t succumb to that level. Just don’t look at my Letterboxd.

Plot: Misunderstood because of her green skin, a young woman named Elphaba forges an unlikely but profound friendship with Glinda, a student with an unflinching desire for popularity. Following an encounter with the Wizard of Oz, their relationship soon reaches a crossroad as their lives begin to take very different paths.

I recall my wife really wanting to see the original stage production for her birthday, so I took her to the West End show and it was alright. Fun songs and a great production, but I have never myself really cared for all things Oz-related. Especially with Wicked, which essentially feels like a Harry Potter-riff with the primal location being Shiz University, that might as well be called amateur Hogwarts. Mind you, when I made this observation, my wife snapped back “oh my god, it’s almost as if all wizard schools have to be Harry Potter related!!”. I get it, Wicked has a humongous fan base and this movie is going to make so much money. It’s actually crazy to think that we may be having the most strongest box office thanksgiving in a long while, with Gladiator II, Wicked and Moana 2 all releasing one week from each other. However Gladiator II in my eyes was a major disappointment (except for Denzel!), Moana 2 we shall see, and as for Wicked? Well…

I wonder how many audience members are going to get pissed off when they find out that this is a Part One? I’m aware that when this movie project was first announced it was mentioned that it was a two-parter, but in the marketing there has been absolute zilch about two movies, so I’m guessing some casual moviegoers are gonna be like “what in the f***?!” in the screenings. However speaking of the two parts, the original stage production is about 3 hours long. Now take this - Wicked Pt. 1 happens to also be nearly 3 hours long. Yet it finishes at exactly the part where in the original play the intermission happens. So I’m totally bamboozled as to how they managed to extend the first half of the play into 3hrs, as me and my wife both agreed that the story beats are pretty faithful to the original source material. So I must give props to this film’s pacing, as you never really are bored and the events that transpire play out with solid energy from beginning to end. That being said, you totally do feel the run time. This movie is long, so thank goodness they split the movie in two. Heck, should have made it a trilogy of films, cause if we look at The Hobbit, Peter Jackson and his team managed to make three major motion pictures out of a tiny little children’s’ book!

The narrative isn’t the only element that stays faithful to the stage musical, as also all the songs are performed in nearly the same way. It’s really common in Hollywood productions to change-up/modernise songs from stage to screen, yet here with Wicked they keep the same spirit, so it was lovely to see them be respectful to their origins. Also let’s not lie - these songs are absolute bangers. Me and my wife were listening to the soundtrack on the drive back and having the absolute best time!

Let’s talk about Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande. Look, I’m going to base my thoughts sorely on their performances within the film, and not judge them on their real-life issues, whether it be Grande as a homewrecker (it’s times like this I’m happy to have my wife, as she spills all the goss) or with Cynthia Erivo’s online hysterics over the edited Wicked poster. In the movie itself though these two are fantastic. Cynthia Erivo’s voice is just something else, and I recall when I first saw her in the thriller Bad Times at the El Royale back in 2018 where she solo performed “This Old Heart of Mine”, and I knew she was going places. Now as Elphaba she performs those songs with such soaringly raw and vulnerable emotion, that it truly is incredible to witness. Those of you who are familiar with the original stage production, just you wait till you hear her belt out “Defying Gravity”. If you know you know. As for Ariana Grande, the only time previously I’ve seen her act (aside from SNL) was when she cameo’d as herself in Zoolander No. 2 as the latex BDSM orgy girl. Take that information as you will, but my point is I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing her acting chops till now. As Glinda she really riffs of the spoiled Mean Girls energy, and I must say she managed to really deliver a fun and comedic performance. There were some solid laughs in my audience during some of her bits. Also, I know we’re never supposed to comment on people’s physical selves these days, but I’m genuinely worried about Grande’s health. We can see every bone in her body, and her face looks drained of all life (and it’s not simply due to her no longer wearing fake tan) - just hoping she’s okay. But yep, performance wise solid stuff, and in fact the movie’s best scenes are when Grande and Erivo share the screen together, as they both have wonderful sisterhood chemistry. Jonathan Bailey as Prince Fiyero brings some real Chris Pine energy with charm and charisma a-plenty, and Peter Dinklage made for a loveable goat. However the rest of the cast left room for more to be desired. Michelle Yeoh feels really miscast as Madame Morrible, as her ‘performance’ came off more as if she was reading lines of a teleprompter - so wooden and flat. Jeff Goldblum as the Wizard of Oz goes full Goldblum which not much else to add. And Ethan Slater as Boq was a waste, as Boq in the original play is the main source of comic relief, however in the movie he was so bland and boring. But I guess he was on set mainly to entertain Ariana Grande - oh yes we went there!

Here’s a strange one though - the film feels as if Kevin Feige and the MCU were in charge of making it. It’s a common conversation how most Marvel movies have a very digital bland look to them, and the company’s approach to colour grading (or lack of) makes for really cheap looking final products. Well Wicked looks like a Marvel movie. The world of Oz is supposed to be the goat when it comes to overly vibrant and saturated sets and aesthetics, and yet the world in the film looks like it does have colour, yet has this greyish filter over it that makes it look bland and kind of ugly. I do also think that director Jon M. Chu struggles a little with directing massive big crowd dance sequences, as most of those scenes in the film seemed really messy and disorganised, almost as if it were a school production.

I found myself to enjoy Wicked way more than I expected, mostly due to its two central female performances, the great soundtrack and a surprisingly energetic pace for a 3hr long movie, but also I can easily knit-pick the other weak cast performances, the dull-looking cinematography and direction. As a date night movie though me and my wife had, and yes I’ll say it - a wicked time! See you next November for Part Two!

Overall score: 7/10

[excessive-vampires]

Danger in Numbers Part 2: Exo's Award

Masterlist with CW

“It just had to be Gemar,” Alex muttered, adjusting his sunglasses. 

“Do you have something against all the colonies?” Cassie teased. 

“It’s just so fucking bright.” 

“Most people think that makes it pretty.”

Gemar was in a binary star system, and the different angles at which the light hit the planet meant that in certain places during certain seasons any prism would throw extraordinarily vibrant and distinct rainbows in every direction. This meant many public spaces were built to incorporate a lot of glass and crystal, bathing the entire area in patterns of colored light. 

“Besides,” Cassie continued. “This is where Exohive’s primary residence is.”

“They couldn’t have picked any of their other residences? Or is it important that it be the queen bee’s nest?”

“You know that’s not how it works. Besides, would you rather be on Nova?”

“Not without a haz-mat suit.” Alex glanced around. “This is almost just as bad though. There’s got to be a ton of hives here but I have no idea who they are.”

“Why does it matter?”

“What if I’m talking with someone and they turn out to be a hive?”

Cassie clenched her jaw. Mel added a little something extra stress-reducing to the already drug-filled brownies they were making and said through Cassie, “Damn, looks like you’ll just have to not be an asshole at all for one whole day.”

Alex ran a hand through his short pink hair and muttered something under his breath. 

“Hey,” Cassie said. “You didn’t have to come with me.” Sweethive had actually been disappointed when Alex had said he was accompanying Cassie. They had been looking forward to Cassie being around other hives and not having to hide for once. But he’d insisted. “You can always go back to the ship.”

“I’m not leaving someone with no self-preservation instincts alone in a city full of hives now that they can start recruiting outsiders.”

Sweethive’s patience snapped. Silas’s grip on the cold drink he’d just bought from a street vendor a few miles from Gemar’s largest public stage tightened. He had been close enough to make the journey in time and Sweethive figured if they were reconnecting with Exohive then the more the merrier. He lifted Cassie’s hand to Alex’s ear and roughly pulled him close enough to hear him whisper. “Shut the hell up before you get yourself kicked out. If you start shit here I’m not going to defend you.” 

Alex pulled away, looking momentarily angry, then he deflated. “Yeah. I’m sorry, Cassie. I just start saying shit with no filter when I’m nervous. Not an excuse, I know, but I’ll try to keep a lid on it.”

“If you’re really sorry, I’m not who it should be directed at.” That was a lie, of course. But Alex didn’t know that. Cassie tried to quicken her pace to walk away but a sting of pain in her left knee slowed her down. She grumbled a curse. 

“Cassie, whoa, slow down!” Alex sounded concerned. “You okay? Do you need your cane?” 

“I need to be able to hold this camera with both hands. It’s an extremely expensive piece of equipment and I’m using it to document something that could end up in history books.” Carter said with Cassie’s voice. “This is worth a little pain.” 

Alex had known Cassie long enough not to argue. Finally they reached the spot in front of the stage reserved for the media. Cassie scanned her temporary press badge and moved through the barrier, leaving Alex on the other side. He frowned at her. 

“I’m fine. Go. Get some food, have fun, look at the pretty colors. Don’t stay where you don’t want to be because you’re worried about me for no reason. I’m an adult, I don’t need supervision to film a medal ceremony.”

Alex gave her a look but then sighed. “You’re right, Cassie, I should trust you. I’m gonna go back to the ship and see what ridiculous touristy shit they have at the refueling station gift shop.” 

Cassie smiled. “Good luck.”

Alex smiled back and started walking away from the growing crowd. 

Cassie’s shoulders relaxed. No more pretending for now.

“Your companion seems pretty grumpy for someone on leave from a ship,” someone behind Cassie said. She turned and saw a man with clear-framed glasses and faceted clear beads adorning his dreadlocks. The color of his badge identified him as a local reporter. 

“He doesn’t do well with new things. His heart belongs to the past.” 

“And how do you like new things?”

The smile on Cassie’s face was Silas’. “There’s nothing better.” 

The man held out his hand. “Drew Findhive.”

There was only one reason a hive would introduce themselves in a casual context with a member name. Laughter from the collective left Cassie’s mouth. And Mel’s, startling a small bird from the feeder outside their open kitchen window. The rest of the members just smirked. Findhive looked confused. “You heard Alex call me Cassie, didn’t you?”

“Is that… not your name?”

“It is. My name is Cassie Sweethive.”

Findhive laughed too now. “Oh shit, we thought you were–”

“Some thrill-seeking quiet you could seduce with the mystery and exoticness of being a hive as long as you put me at ease with a singular name?” Carter commented. 

“Okay, yeah, you caught us. So, your old-fashioned friend…”

“He doesn’t know.”

“Seriously?”

“It started as a bet between us and the ship’s captain. How long would it take the rest of the crew to realize? But then we got to know Alex. He’s fun to hang out with and a mostly good friend, but like you said, he’s old-fashioned.” 

“Ah.”

The mood was dark, so Kara decided to lighten it. “Well, you weren’t entirely wrong about us. We do love a good thrill.” 

“Really?” Findhive leaned in close. “And are you open to seduction?”

Cassie bit her lower lip. “We’re actually hoping to reconnect with Exo tonight if we can. But would you be terribly offended if we wanted to exchange information as a backup plan in case they’re too busy for old flames?” 

“You know them?” Findhive’s eyes went wide. 

“We haven’t talked in years, always had more actions in common than words, if you get me.” Silas explained. 

“Hmm,” Findhive replied as they pressed a button on their wrist-screen. Cassie’s screen dinged with the incoming contact info and all of Sweethive smiled. “Would you be terribly offended if we say we hope they blow you off?” they said with a smile. 

Then the stage lit up. Both hives snapped to attention, Sweet raising their camera and Find pulling out a screen and stylus to take notes with. 

Earth’s ambassador to Gemar approached the podium, but Sweethive’s attention was fully captivated by the six members of Exohive walking up to the opposite side of the stage. Six was a lot for a hive, and one more than Exo had the last time Sweet saw them, but the addition seemed to prove lucky. Exo’s members had each dyed their hair a different color of the rainbow to match the light thrown by the stage’s many prisms. Silas laughed. Then Cassie’s eyes locked onto Rose Exohive. Orange was a good color on her. An amazing color. It made her look like she was on fire, which absolutely matched the impression given by Exo’s behavior. Carter reluctantly dragged Cassie’s eyes back to the camera screen to make sure the whole stage was still in focus. 

The ambassador’s speech was short, which Sweethive was both appreciative of and irked by. They couldn’t help but think that if that medal were going to a quiet there would be a lot more fanfare. But still, the weight of the camera was making Cassie’s arms sore by the time the ambassador was handing the medal around Carlos’ neck. The ribbon was as bright red as his hair and his smile was wide and unapologetic. 

Then there was a horribly loud crack. Silas, now at the back of the crowd, looked up so Cassie could keep filming. 

All thoughts of getting more footage left Sweethive’s collective as Silas saw the crystal tower to the right of the stage start to fall. Cassie screamed for everyone onstage to take cover. Exohive looked up and began to scramble to the edge of the stage out of the crystal spire’s path. The ambassador ran stage right and threw himself off the edge. The heavy shimmering pole crashed into the stage without crushing anyone and for a second Sweethive thought the danger was gone. Then something backstage exploded.

[robrae-is-forever]

Not going to lie, I am super disappointed with the new Spiderverse movie.

Spoilers btw but I’m just gonna ramble

It’s pretty clear that Sony wanted a trilogy and forced the writing team to stretch the film out into a duology, because this film is fucking bloated with nonsense and time wasting stuff, and that cliffhanger sequel baiting ending left me going, “That’s it?” 

When it slows down to compensate for the script being torn into two movies, it slows down and man you can feel it. It doesn’t slow down for anything important either; I get that the emotional moments need some levity but goddamn they go on for way longer than anything in the first film, and for a lot less important stuff, too. The first film was fast paced and kinetic, and after rewatching today I can say that it was never as dull as this when it slowed down.

Miles feels really generic after “growing up” and accepting his role as Spiderman, and I wasn’t expecting his usual dorkiness to wear off on me so quickly in this film.  He was an awkward teen being forced to fill the large shoes of the hero before him, and the first film didn’t have to play it up to sell his character to us. How can he be as good as Spider-Man when Peter already exists?

With good writing, which the first film had, and this film, whether due to how stretched thin it is or something else, doesn’t have it. Honestly, I really can’t stand how everyone is in love with Miles. Gwen shows up to Miles universe and goes, “It’s always so nice talking to you” and it really bugged me because I’m just like 

“bitch you haven’t talked to him in months, and you barely talked to him in the last film what are you on about”

And then the Peter from the first film shows up with his new daughter and is like “I had her because of you because I thought she’d grow up to be like you because I think you’re cool” and I’m like

“that’s fucking weird, maybe you should let your daughter grow up to be her own person instead of the awkward kid you barely mentored and don’t know anything about at all other than he’s a spiderman”

I don’t know anything about Miles in the comics or in the recent game because I’m a spider enjoyer not a spider fan, but there isn’t enough about Miles for me to like in this new film. He’s upset that he can’t be Spider-Man and himself, which is something Toby Maguire figured out all the way back in the early 00′s, and this film doesn’t do anything new with that plotline.

The first spiderverse film was good because it tread new ground with a well known backstory, about an outcast kid getting powers and learning to use them for good. The addition of a version of a burned out character we know and love, as well as the new spider people helping Miles as a person and fledgling hero, was entertaining. What does he have now that he’s grown up? Not much.

Now he’s just going through Toby’s phase, in a stretched out movie, where everyone loves him and thinks he’s so great despite not having as much of an interesting personality this time around, and also not doing anything important, either. He doesn’t stop the main villain, he just complains a lot that he isn’t getting his way. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still got some good jokes, and I like the Spot and Miguel, but this film was way too long with way too little happening in it. This film also focuses way too much on the side characters instead of on Miles, like it wants Gwen and Spot to be the main character, and as a result it really doesn’t feel like there’s a main character at all.

There are some other stupid things I don’t like, too. Why is there a pregnant black woman riding a motorcycle and fighting? Babies are soft and should not be exposed to battle with superpowered characters, and pregnant women have trouble moving around. Like, seriously. They can have trouble standing up in the later stages of pregnancy, because they can’t rotate and push themselves up because of the baby bump sometimes. So how am I expected to believe that she’s being a super bad ass, even with powers? I don’t know who she is, and I really don’t care. The first film gave us a quick rundown on all the spider people when they showed up, and I don’t know a single thing about this chick. At the very least, she didn’t have to be pregnant, it added nothing to the film while it was in motion and was genuinely distracting.

The whole spider society thing just made me think of the early Rick and Morty seasons with the whole “council of ricks citadel and evil morty” bullshit. I did not go into this wanting to think about that cartoon, and unfortunately it’s all I could think about in the quarter of the movie that it takes up. Try and tell me it doesn’t remind you of it a little bit.

Now, as a big ol shipper who loves well written romances, I can firmly say I’m not buying this “will they won’t they” shit with Miles and Gwen. She had barely warmed up to being Miles’ friend by the end of the last film, and I already outlined why above that I think it’s stupid, but to add to it, all Gwen thinks about is Miles in this film and I’m like “damn bitch have some agency”. They keep trying to insert all these little tidbits to make Miles jealous and whatnot and I’m just sitting here like

“no”

Here are some choice quotes from the first film to remind you of what Gwen thinks of Miles: “You know I’m older than you, right? 15 months older, but that’s pretty significant if you ask me”, “You don’t get to like my haircut”, “I don’t think you know what puberty is”, “Friends”...

Funny lines of dialogue to be sure, but definitely not romantic. Especially not when she lost her version of Peter Parker, then reunites with another one. I’m not saying she had to fall for burnt out Peter, but the fact that the first film did nothing with it, and then this film for the most part just makes her a one note track about Miles, really rubbed me the wrong way. Especially when she points out that nothing good happens to the Gwen’s who fall in love with Spider-Man.

I guess it’s all about expectations, ironically. Miles didn’t know how to step into Spiderman’s suit, and this sequel doesn’t know how to follow up it’s excellent predecessor. It barely has an antagonist, it’s bloated with filler, the dialogue is stupid in many places, and it’s nice visuals aren’t enough to make up for it.

The only thing I personally think will save the third film would be to subvert those expectations. Have Miles turn down/reject Gwen because she lied to him about his dad’s impending death, have him turn away from Peter for being in on it, and have him step into his own shoes.

[donaidk]

Another Night Agent question and I’m going to say spoilers now so as not to make the same mistake twice. :)

What did you think of the revelation in the video Maddie Redfield took of her father?

I remember feeling honestly let down a bit as I was expecting it to be a lot more explosive. Admitting to murder or sexual assault, talking about how he doesn’t actually care for his dead daughter at all, something bigger than admitting that it wasn’t Maddie’s fault that her sister died. I figured that no one in their right mind would actually believe that a six year old would be at fault for killing their sister when a parent should have been present but maybe I’m overthinking it? Do you think it’s more about the optics of it than anything else? I’d love to know your thoughts!

I hope I didn't make you feel bad by saying your ask was a spoiler! Thank you for putting it into there but it's totally fine if you don't I'm just not sure how many people from my very non the night agent fandom watched the show/wants to watch it in the future so I wanted to somehow let them know 🥹

I can clearly remember watching that part, turning my laptop off and laying down to try make it make sense in my head 😂 For me it was never a question if her father was lying about it or not and I was so disappointed in this fictional society if they believed it for any second. I'm not gonna lie, I didn't ever really clock him being a villain as well until it was literally fucking spelled out for us (I was literally blind about it somehow) but I knew he was a horrible human being and a literal coward for making her daughter life the life she had.

I partially feel like there could have been a better thing for the writers to use (not sure how much they followed the book as I am planning on reading it but couldn't yet get my hands on it), a bigger revelation, something that didn't leave me thinking "well damn, that's it? is that literally it? only that?" but I guess it will be a part we have to just close our eyes, get through and hope we don't get too many of them. It did not make sense and tells a horrible tale about the fictional society in the film if they believed him imo :/

Throwing a question back at you if we're already at Maddie, did you start thinking at any point before the reveal that the art teacher was in on the whole thing? He seemed so creepy to me but I couldn't place it at all until we got to know he was part of the bad guys 😂 At some very early point I even thought they would just throw us a perverted prof story line with no real need for it 😂

[kinetic-elaboration]

May 13: A Simple Favor

I ordered in dinner and watched A Simple Favor because it seemed like a fun sort of movie to improve my mood or at least distract me. I’ve been meaning to watch it for a while, partly because it looked like an enjoyable thriller, partly because I wanted to see Blake Lively looking hot as fuck in those suits, and partly for a secret third and silly reason.

Anyway, I liked it a lot! The last 15-20 minutes, maybe everything from the graveyard scene on, was a little weak, in the way that a lot of thrillers (and horrors) are weak: the best part is the build up and when you actually start learning the answers and seeing the climactic action, it’s disappointing, less interesting than whatever you might have vaguely pictured. I think many films in these genres also overthink the need for a Big Climax—something that somehow justifies all the build up by being very gory or having a lot of extra twists or turns or whatever—and end up with something dull. I think Favor had a bit of that issue. It made me think of that Community episode that was nothing BUT twists and that’s… not great for it lol. Like it wasn’t sure what to do with itself so it just kind of… reached for All the Cliches.

But even that is a fairly small complaint. Most of the film before that exceeded my expectations by a lot. It kept me on my toes and had me trying to predict what the next twist would be. Who was lying? Would Stephanie and Emily run away together? Was Sean the actual bad guy? Was STEPHANIE the actual bad guy? I’m not gonna lie, at one point I was quite convinced that there were Clues that she was just as much of a liar and manipulator as Emily was (the backstory with her brother, the ease with which she moved into Emily’s life, the use of the vlog as a narrative-device implying that she is good at creating a persona, etc.) and that ultimately we might find that Stephanie was responsible for Emily’s disappearance or perhaps working with her, etc. Which I actually do think could have been cool. I was hoping for one of those sequences where you see the whole movie again but this time with extra bits filled in that tell a totally different story… Oh well.

But ultimately both Emily and Stephanie were basically who I thought they were up front. (And Sean was just a wet noodle of a man. No mystery there either.) I didn’t really think Emily was so hard to figure out or so mysterious or unusual. She was basically just a liar and sociopath? In the very literal sense that she really didn’t believe in the reality of other people. That’s it. I mean, it’s not hard to wrap one’s head around really.

My biggest disappointment with the movie was that we didn’t get to see more of her. I anticipated this would be my biggest disappointment based on the general premise of the film and also because I know no one would put Blake Lively looking like That in a suit opposite a female co-star if they weren’t intending to draw in wlw viewers and then disappointing them deeply, so. Yeah. Saw that coming. And all that is true because there was definitely a lot of interesting stuff between the “best friends” that wasn’t fully explored. But I also think that when Emily is on screen, she’s so much more interesting than when people are just talking about her or telling stories.

I just have a real soft spot for stories where two characters form a quick and intense friendship based on one’s characters extremely charismatic nature, and then the other character is Ruined for life, or at least permanently altered in some way. Hill House. Tinker Tailor. Etc. No particular reason I love these narratives so much. And that’s definitely what Stephanie and Emily have at first: Emily is beautiful and powerful and she gives Stephanie permission not to say I’m sorry; she shows a real interest in her, or seems to; she seems to hold Secret Knowledge. Of course Stephanie is obsessed with her, and of course she’d then get ever more tangled in her life. Because they’re both women, there’s a bit of the double-thing going on: Stephanie trying on her life, trying on her clothes, sleeping with her husband. Because Blake Lively looks like That, there’s a bit of the erotic thriller too: the romantic slow-walk in the rain, the…literal making out on the couch. That all of this drags Stephanie down and in some way makes her a different person is definitely, like, my kink. But it works best when she’s actually interacting with Emily, which she doesn’t actually do that much. So there was a bit of that frustrating trope where the same-sex-romance dynamic is swapped out for an opposite-sex-romance dynamic through the use of an avatar. Like, Sean could have been an interesting character, but at the end of the day, I think he was just…there, to represent Emily when Emily wasn’t around. And he’s no Emily lol.

I sound like I’m being so harsh! Honestly, I really, really liked the film. It was fun, it was clever, it was funny, it was stylish, it was hot—it had sort of a poor ending, but it wasn’t an awful one, and anyway I can live with that. I would watch it again.

[butterflyrry]

"No Oscar noms for DWD? Completely shut out?"

OMG just checked The Academy IG stories because I saw Florence posting about the noms being out, stopped every story to read every nom and thought : "OW is v probably mad and disappointed". But also, I feel like we knew? The film hasn't been considered for the Critics Choice, was very doubtful it would be for the Academy... But I honestly think the recognition she got late 2022 was more damage control than anything and I feel like the film being completely shut out of the Critics Choice and the Oscars shows it. Because if the film was really that groundbraking (the film and director) it would have nominated! Had this sentiment back then it was damage control but wanted to give the benefit of the doubt but actually the film receiving no noms not even for score and costume design... Anyway, feel like we knew it wouldn't get major noms! She must be very disappointed...

I think we knew it was a shit film when we saw all the stunting that happened just to get people to watch. I had no expectation that there would be any noms, unless it was maybe cinematography or costumes.

I’m not gonna lie. I would’ve loved to see Flo get a nom for DWD, just because that would’ve been the perfect capper to the whole thing. And I would’ve laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

Everyone spare a thought for OW because she’s probably crying into her pillow and punching air.

[parkerrogersgirl]

Anything But Free- Chapter 3

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: you’re Ryan Reynolds’ assistant/best friend/go to gal for everything, and you’re having the time of your life. When he surprises you during the filming of “Free Guy,” you’re wondering if you can actually have it all

Warnings: FLUFFFFFFFF, self doubt, little bit of heat, language, awkwardness, who knows what else

Word Count: 1.7k

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By the time your brain processes what’s going on, he’s already kissing you back. God, his lips feel nice, you think to yourself. You pull away, looking down at your hands.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry I did that I just-“

He grins, kissing your hand, “don’t apologize. That kiss was…”

“Incredible?”

“I was actually going to say spectacular, but sure, incredible works, too.”

There’s a knock on your booth again as your server delivers your food. She doesn’t say a word, but she gives you a small smile. You feel blood rush to your cheeks and start sipping your water. She tells you to enjoy before closing the curtain back up and departing.

You wordlessly pick up your fork and take a bite, too caught off guard by the incredible taste to stop the moan that slips out. Your eyes widen and you bite your lip, taking a deep breath. You set down your fork and put the napkin on the table.

You step out of the booth, and though you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, you look in his general direction and say, “I’m sorry,” before quickly walking out of the restaurant.

You put your AirPods in and speed toward your hotel in the rain, keeping your coat collar up as your head stays down. You reach the building and take the elevator to your floor, not even a little bit surprised to see Ryan outside your room.

“Hey, BUDDY,” he says snarkily, “how was dinner?”

You roll your eyes and unlock your door, trying to stop him coming in. Unfortunately, he’s quicker than you and beats you inside.

“Obviously, Ryan, you know how dinner was.”

“I just want to know why. You’ve always wanted to meet him, I thought you would love this.”

“Ryan! You never meet your heroes. Now I know him. Now he’s interested in me. I don’t want him to see the real me.”

“The real you?” He scoffs, “the real you that is kind, smart, compassionate, wonderful, and selfless? Oh no, why would he ever want to know such a person?”

“He’s a movie star. He knows a lot of big people. I’m just an assistant who happens to be around lots of famous people. I’m too boring for him. I don’t want him to be disappointed.”

“Bub, he’s not gonna be disappointed. You’re my best friend. I want the best for you, but I’m not going to lie to help you get that. I told him a lot about you, some good, some bad.”

“How bad?”

“Eh, that’s a story for another time. Anyway, any and all interest he shows is genuinely him wanting to know you. He wouldn’t just be fucking around with you, that’s not the kind of person he is.”

You sigh, “I mean, I guess you’re right. I am pretty special.”

“Damn straight!” Your buddy says, giving you a high five and patting you on the back. “Now will you please go back to the restaurant?”

You fix yourself up in the mirror and look at him, “okay, get out of my room so I can leave.”

You stride back to the door and open it, startled when you see Chris on the other side, hand raised.

“Sooooooooo I’m gonna go,” Ryan says awkwardly, patting Chris’ shoulder, “hey buddy what’s up okay bye,” he runs down the hallway and hops in the elevator while the doors close.

“Soo…. Do you want to come in?” You ask, stepping aside with an extended arm.

He gestures a thank you as he steps inside, “Sorry, I asked the front desk which one was your room. And I was going to knock, I just…”

“You just?” You prompt, closing the door behind you.

“I just didn’t know if you wanted to see me.”

“Chris,” you sigh, “I’m sorry I left. I was just thinking that I’m not enough for you. You’re used to big Hollywood names. I’m nobody. I’m just an assistant.”

He shakes his head as he takes a step toward you, “you’re not a nobody. You’re you. You’re beautiful, you’re sweet, you’re smart. I don’t want Hollywood. I want you.”

And then, you do it again.

You kiss Chris Evans.

And he kisses you back.

You’re gripping his collar, he’s holding your hips. You lose all sense of space and time, and the two of you are all that exists. Your dizziness reminds you that you haven’t been breathing, so you slowly pull away, looking into pure blue eyes.

“Soo………. Are we doing this?” He asks, his voice light and hopeful.

“We’re doing this,” you confirm, and before you can even think, his lips are on yours again. You zone out for a second, but then pull away and put a hand on his chest.

“So wait, how is this going to work? I’ve never dated a famous person before.”

“That’s up to you, sweetheart. We can try to keep this a secret and out of the public eye. I’m not sure how well that would work, but it’s an option. Orr…” he looks at you cautiously, “we can just be straight up with this so we’re not caught off card.”

“You won’t mind being seen with me?”

“Quite the opposite, actually. I want everyone to know I got you.”

You blush, scrunching your nose, “okay. Let’s go with the second option.”

“Really? Oh my gosh sweetheart this is gonna be amazing, I promise, nobody is gonna say shit about you.”

You kiss him softly when you hear your bedtime reminder go off. “It’s late, we should probably call it a night.”

“Okay, I’ll see you on set tomorrow. You want coffee?”

“I mean…” you look at the floor, refusing to meet his eyes, “if you wanna just sleep here, we can just go to set together in the morning. And get coffee together.”

“Are you sure? I can absolutely go home, no questions asked, and I’ll come pick you up in the morning.”

“No, I mean you can if you want. I was just kind of feeling snuggly,” you say with a small laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“It sounds so ridiculous out loud. I want to snuggle with Chris Evans.”

He wraps you in a bear hug and gives you a tight squeeze, “well what if Chris Evans wants to snuggle with you, too?”

“Then I guess Chris Evans is spending the night.” He releases you with a kiss on the forehead, and you grab clothes to sleep in. You go into the bathroom and change, then stare at yourself in the mirror.

“Alrighty, Y/N. This is what we’re gonna do. You’re going to get your shit together. You are going to accept that there are genuine and good people in the world, and not everyone is rooting against you. Chris likes you. He wants to be with you. So stop being such a bitch and just be open and nice.”

You take a deep breath, brush your teeth, comb your hair, and step back out into the bedroom.

“Nice room you have here,” he says appreciatively from the bed.

“Yeah it’s pretty cool, Ryan paid for it. He doesn’t let me do anything because, ‘I do everything for him.’ He’s a good buddy, though.” You switch off the overhead light and climb into bed, feeling bare legs against yours.

“I sleep in boxers, is that okay?”

You force yourself to relax, “yeah sure of course,” you muster as the reality of your situation sets in.

You are officially dating Chris Evans. Chris Evans is in your bed. Chris Evans is not wearing pants. Chris Evans!!!!!!

“You still wanna snuggle?” He asks hesitantly.

You nestle yourself securely into the mattress and grin at him, “I’m all yours.”

He flashes a smirk at you and tickles your waist while kissing your neck, before settling in and spooning you. His pelvis pressed against yours, his firm chest against your much smaller back.

“So what happens tomorrow?”

“What happens tomorrow is I’m sure someone knows I’m here, and I’m sure they’ll be waiting downstairs in the morning. I’m also sure that you matter more to me than any of those camera wielding monkeys. You say the word and we take this private. I don’t want to disrupt anything for you.”

“Mm okay Chris,” you mumble as you drift off in your lover’s arms.

——————

You wake up to an alarm, but it’s not your alarm. You feel an unfamiliar warmth around you and start to panic until the memory of last night sets in. You smile to yourself and snuggle into his arms, and he squeezes you in acknowledgement.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he says softly in your ear. You feel movement and the alarm goes quiet. He slips an arm around your waist and nuzzles into you while peppering your neck with tiny kisses.

“Good morning, babe.”

He groans into your neck, “I like that.”

“I like you,” you grin before rolling over and kissing him firmly on the lips.

He laughs into the kiss, tickling your waist again, “oh yeah?”

You laugh loudly and squirm away from him, but his efforts continue.

“Say it again and I’ll stop!”

“I LIKE YOU!!!!!” You whisper-shout, and he stops. You lean over and kiss him again before getting off the bed. You turn and look at him, hands on your hips.

“You ready?”

He gives you a firm nod and stands up, reminding you that he is in just boxers. You grab an outfit for the day which happens to be skinny jeans and a ruffled top, then turn to see Chris watching you, his eyes darting away when he notices you looking.

Your door chimes, and Ryan walks in with some clothes and 3 coffees.

“Chris, you’re lucky I want you dating my best friend, otherwise I would not have gone to get you clothes and walk your dog.”

He tosses something at Chris, who nods and thanks him before putting on the shirt and sweater.

“So, kids, what happened last night?” Ryan queries, taking a sip of coffee.

Chris smirks and grabs you by the waist, kissing you deeply. He pulls away, looks at Ryan, and says, “a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

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[star2fishmeg]

hi! would you maybe be able to do a w2s x reader where she’s friends with freezy and harry sometimes sees her but she’s only ever in just comfy wear, but then one time he sees her when she’s actually made some effort and he’s utterly smitten? if not that’s fine, love your writing!

Smitten

Pairing: Wroetoshaw x reader

Genre: borderline smut but not really but saucy?

Request: above

Warnings: swearing, hints of sex

(Thank you for requesting!! It makes me happy that you like my writing!! Apologies for the wait, college has been a pain!)

(I tried to make it a "read more" but its not working for some reason, apologies for that)

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The drive to Cal's wasn't that far, but too far too walk and she'd never take public transport. But driving would've been quicker since Cal told her about someone's party, and he thought she'd be interested.

-

She knocked heavily on his front door, wearing her usual attire of jogging bottoms and a t-shirt.

"Cal, open up!" She hollered, irritated of waiting.

Cal swung the door open, "You're finally here!"

"Its been twenty minutes, arsehole." She chuckled. They emerged into the living room, laughing and mainly hitting each other but stopped upon hearing Harry's laughter from his room, "I'm gonna go say hi."

Y/n dumped her bag in the spare room before creeping down to Harry's room on the other end of the hallway. She opened his door eerily and stood in the doorway. Upon seeing her figure, Harry flinched slightly in surprise, holding his chest.

"Christ, don't do that. You scared the shit out of me!" He laughed, the rest of the boys yelling from his headphones. Y/n crouched into some sort of goblin pose, hunching over, bending her knees and bringing her arms above her head and bending them in an odd way.

"I have arrived." Was all she spoke before, in the same pose, creeping backwards down the hallway. Harry turned back to his monitors smiling.

"Apologies for that, boys. Wasn't expecting a homeless goblin to pop by, not gonna lie."

Soon enough it was seven in the evening, Harry had finished filming and started to get ready for the party, throwing on a t-shirt and shorts. Meanwhile, in the living room, Y/n and Cal decided it would be funny to dress up as police officers (obviously costumes, nothing realistic). Cal in the shirt and black jeans with the hat and aviators, Y/n in a matching shirt with a few buttons undone while wearing black shorts, aviators and hat. Their laughter erupted through the house, Harry eventually being drawn to the source, ambled down the hallway to the living room. He stopped in his tracks, for the first time, he'd seen the goblin in something other than lounge wear and he wasn't disappointed.

"You ready, Champ?" Y/n snapping her fingers in front of his eyes, grabbing his attention back to reality. He nodded, following the pair outside for the Uber sheepishly.

They waited impatiently, Y/n folding her arms and tapping her foot, looking left and right for the car. Cal poked Harry's shoulder and leant closer to his ear, noticing the sweat drizzling down his forehead.

"Harry, mate...ask her out it's pretty obvious." He scoffed, mockingly.

"Wh-wha-what are you chatting? It's fine, what do you mean? She's just wearing something different." Harry stammered, giving Cal a half-smile.

Cal smirked, "She wears something different everyday...you're just definitely in love right now."

"You're such a dickhead, you know that? I'm just surprised!" Harry slapped his chest, pretending to look out for the Uber.

"Sure, sure."

-

Sweat dripped down his forehead as the strobe lights kept the atmosphere moving. Bodies weaving and moving together to the bass rattling through the speakers. Cal moved closer to Harry's ear, notifying his exit to the bar. Y/n pulled the boy deeper into the dancefloor, placing her hands on his flushed cheeks as she swayed her hips into him. He grinned, cupping his hands over hers, popping her hat onto his head playfully, knowing she wouldn't reach it. But she didn't reach for it, she just winked and lead him out the crowds towards the tables. He was in his own world now, the music had become nothing but a buzz, the people blurs: she was all he could focus on in those tight shorts, tight shorts he oh so confidently knew she'd worn on purpose to tease him, because she was like that. She enjoyed teasing him, because she liked his eyes on her. They were her favourite shade of blue and fit his smile well. She lead him to a set of sofas in the corner, sitting down and patting the space next to her.

"You can chill, no need to be so nervous." She giggled. He hesitantly sat while she scooted closer, their thighs touching.

"Uh, do you, uh want a drink?" He kicked himself, of course she didn't, Cal was clearly at the bar waiting for their drinks. But he couldn’t focus on, she was pressing her chest into his arm and squeezing his thigh and it made him melt. "Actually, fuck that, are-are you seducing me?"

She grinned, giggling, "Maybe. I chose this outfit especially."

"Well, well, it's fucking working." Y/n ran a finger down his jawline, tipping his head to look at her in the eyes. She placed a gentle kiss on his lips before pulling back and smiling. "You sly bitch, do it again." Y/n kissed him again, but with more pressure this time, sliding both her hands to his jaw and the back of his neck. His hands, large and secure around waist, pulled her body onto his lap, pressing her into him. She rolled her hips as their lips melted into each other's rhythm. The noise of the club morphed into an echo again, as if they were in their own bubble, and all they could hear was the ruffles of their clothes contacting and the faint moans of sensation from their throats.

Their moment ended when Cal whistled from opposite them, with no drinks. "Look at you two! Ya' dirty dogs!" He joked. They pulled away, Y/n twisting around to stick her finger up at him.

"Let me guess, Squeezy, you forgot to buy us drinks due to the fact you're drunk and was chatting up someone? Yeah, let's go." She mocked, sliding off Harry's lap, making sure he got a good view of her cleavage before helping him up. She started walking, waving for them to follow. "Come on lads, I've got unfinished business to attend to!" Harry smirked at Cal, following in confidence and wrapping his arm around her waist while they left the club into the chill of the early hours.

[sleephyjhs]

When You’re Expecting (Taehyung Headcanon)

pairing: taehyung x pregnant!reader

warnings: mention of fertility & pregnancy complications

note: i’ve been craving to write a bts x pregnancy series for a while so here we go !! if there’s a specific member you’d like to see next, shoot me an ask :)

m.list

FINDING OUT

even before finding out you were pregnant, you both had so much love for your child

there was nothing either of you could have wanted more than a baby

it was always at the forefront of your mind how much you wanted a little human of your own

it was approaching a year since you began trying seriously

a few false hopes and two miscarriages later, fertility drugs were looking to improve the chances of conceiving

the raging hormones which came with the drugs were all worth the positive test

early september - sickness had hung around your throat for days

headaches lasted longer than usual, and crying at the most mundane things had become an unwelcome habit

in the bathroom cabinet, you’d collected a small stockpile of electronic and stick pregnancy tests

one of them would eventually show positive, right?

taehyung sat on the bathroom tiles with you

waiting two minutes felt closer to waiting two months

he crossed his legs, bouncing his knees impatiently

your knees came to your chin; high hopes weighed heavily on your heart

the alarm set on his phone beeped quietly

your heartbeat rose suddenly to your throat

taehyung reached out for your hand as you turned to read the results

two blue lines - as clear as day

they became less clear as your eyes coated with thick, salty tears

he began to chuckle as his happiness trickled down his cheeks

“we did it baby! we’re gonna have a baby!” he whispered, choked up by his own anticipation

no words were left swirling in your mind

your jaw hung open as though the hinges were faulty

shakily, you lifted the electronic test to triple check

pregnant.

as you crashed into taehyung’s open arms, memories of the past loomed in your mind

it was only inevitable

a positive test was a familiar joy to you both

however this familiar joy had only ever been followed by crippling devastation

as much as you tried not to think about it, you couldn’t help but retain maternal caution

however, this time also felt different

taehyung’s spirit, your spirit - it was as though fate didn’t want to disappoint you any more

someone out there decided it was finally your time to grow a mini human to bring into the world

of course, no time was wasted in contacting the maternity clinic

seeing your baby on a screen was now a top priority

just to see their little head, maybe even hear their heartbeat

just to know they were okay

just to know you were keeping them cosy and safe, that’s all you needed

taehyung couldn’t hold his excitement

from leaving the house to reaching the hospital, his toothy grin never wiped from his cheeks

he never said anything at the time since his main focus was always on comforting you

but losing his babies near enough tore him apart

even when you tried to comfort him, taehyung restricted himself just to protect your wellbeing

of course, the worse had already crossed his mind

but it wouldn’t get the better of him

it couldn’t.

you soon learned you were already 6 weeks pregnant

the midwife had to point out where your little baby was hanging out; they were such a tiny thing after all

briefly, you took the opportunity to hear their heartbeat

it was faint over the machine, but fast

there really was a life within you.

“there’s something else, if you just look over here...” the midwife prompted, turning the monitor so you could grasp a better view

taehyung leaned slightly over your chest to peer closely at the smaller monochrome screen

with the mouse, she circled a second bean shaped figure

“the fertility drugs increase the chance of twins. looks like you guys got lucky!”

twins. you were having twins.

THE PREGNANCY

like with most pregnancies, you were advised to wait until the 12 week milestone to begin announcing your impending delivery

and even though he understood the importance of patience right now, taehyung could hardly contain his excitement

it didn’t help that a little bump had already begun to grow

keeping a secret was much more difficult when the evidence was near impossible to hide

already, taehyung spent early mornings talking to his little angels

telling them stories he seemingly made up on the spot

or even borrowing some from his own childhood

“you know they can’t hear you yet? it’s about 7 weeks until they’ll be able to, honey.”

“i know, i’m just practising for when they can.”

of course, you wouldn’t admit that you did the same when you were alone

you attended more midwife appointments than other expectant mothers might

the pair of you much preferred being on the safer side

in the car, when on a quieter, less congested road, taehyung often reached over to cradle your still-growing bump with a free hand

you slotted your fingertips between his for additional sappiness

“you two have so many people waiting for you here, hmm? many people are already so in love with you both. me and mummy included.”

on a sleepless night, you’d made a small pact with tae

it was a rash decision, but sincere nonetheless

“no matter what, they are always going to know how wanted they were. always.”

taehyung hardly needed reminding of this, but it was still a weight off your shoulders

as you tried to conceive, the pregnancy diet had already been implemented into your daily routines

however now that you were carrying two precious babies, there really would be no more ‘cheat’ days for you

no more extra half cups of coffee on slower mornings

although you usually took over the role of head chef in the house, taehyung dedicated extra effort into preparing you both healthy and yummy foods

sautéd rice with green vegetables and lean meat/tofu appeared to be his go-to

but you still opted to supervise just in case

finally being able to announce your pregnancy was another heavy weight lifted from your mind

the other members were over the moon for you both

particularly when they reminded themselves of the struggles you had experienced previously

and also remembering the utter devastation of their taehyung when he had to break it to them

all of them kept their eye out for little gifts and outfits

each week, taehyung came home with a new stack of pale rompers or neutral-tones teething toys

these babies would have the best uncles; at least that much you could be certain of

announcing your pregnancy on social media was a looming task, but one he was determined to pull off perfectly

for filler content between schedules, the members had been asked to film a 5 minute vlog of their daily life

well, what a perfect opportunity!

towards the end, taehyung made sure to include some shots of your now protruding bump overlaid with some more vintage camera settings

safe to say, that day you had broken the internet

love, congratulations and blessings poured in from every corner of the earth

a few comments complimenting how much pregnancy suited you touched you especially

self image is commonly effected by the progression of pregnancy, and you were no exception to that

although it was amazing how your body grew and made a little home for your tiny babies, it was still quite strange to see yourself changing so quickly

your favourite clothes didn’t fit around your doubled bump anymore

and your skin seemed to hate sharing nutrients with two extra people

but for the days where you struggled to love yourself, taehyung easily filled in the gaps for you

sneaking up behind you in the bathroom

(although the mirror kinda gave him away)

he’d wrap his arms around your just-moisturised bump and carefully rest his chin on your shoulder

“tell me all your worries honey.”

you gushed over how much you missed wearing your favourite jackets

and how strange it was to look at yourself in such a new and confusing way

“i know it’s normal, and i know i have to do it for them. but i guess it’s just weird - i don’t look like myself anymore”

he sighed and planted a kiss on a spot of bare skin

those small kisses still tickled you like they always had

“well, you definitely look different,”

you really hoped there was a second part to that sentence, mostly for tae’s own good

“but why does that have to be bad? not gonna lie, it actually kinda makes you hotter. maybe we should make babies more often!”

“make~?”

LABOUR AND DELIVERY

originally, you had wanted to try and stick to the natural route for as long as you could

but after a few contractions, that idea was immediately out of the window

to help steady yourself and wait out the pain, you held onto the kitchen island and swayed to your own pace

eventually, taehyung joined you

copying the same movements while timing your contractions

“they really must be desperate to come out, huh?”

“well do you think they could hurry it up a bit?!”

the pair of you had been prepared for this for over a month

the hospital bag was ready by the door with all of your essentials packed tightly inside

not forgetting the pots of instant ramen taehyung insisted he must bring in case of an emergency

just as he was readying to back out of the driveway, taehyung took a mental stock check of everything packed in the back

“do you think we have everything?”

“i love you but stop talking please.”

thankfully, he understood well that the sheer pain made you cranky

so long as he assured himself that it was ‘just the contractions’, he’d be just fine

as much as he couldn’t wait to announce he was about to become a father to everyone, he kept himself grounded when walking you to the maternity ward

one corridor in and you’d suggested that a wheelchair might be a better mode of transport

breathlessness and contractions didn’t sound like a favourable mix to you

the assessment of your fast dilation granted you an immediate spot in the labour ward

you’d picked this suite specially due to its expansive space

the option of a birthing pool was still available if you so needed it, but the mood lighting and access to aromatherapy was what attracted you to the room in the first place

a serene paradise for your angels to be born into

it was perfect

taehyung explored while you adjusted to your new surroundings

of course, it didn’t take him long to find the birthing ball

“what’s the difference between a yoga ball and a birthing ball?”

there obviously was none, but you took a few seconds to try and be smart with him

“well, sit on that and you might have a baby the size of a watermelon come out of you soon.”

taehyung cradled his torso and pulled a shocked expression, which was enough to make you giggle and cause another contraction

less than a few hours passed, and you had already attempted to scream the building down once or twice

“get these babies out of me. no i’m serious, i need them out.”

realising your deadpan expression, taehyung soon attended to you at the head of your bed

stroking your slightly sweaty head and patting a ice cold flannel on your clammy forehead

he braced himself for a crushing hand grip which came about sooner than he’d prepared for

you weren’t the biggest fan of commotion, and so being surrounded by nurses and doctors was close to being your worst nightmare

taehyung focused his voice into your ear, trying to minimise the tension coming from below your pelvis

his motivational words were broken up by short bursts of pushes

many of which were followed by a string of curse words which just slipped out

and then, there it was.

the first piercing cry belted across the room

a tear or two may have happened to slip from your eyes

finally the moment you’d waited for, nearly two years in the making, was here

the first of two, a little girl who already had a head full of the most luscious black hair

taehyung wanted to hold back his happy tears in order to show some kind of strength

but you and him both knew he’d never hold it back for long

within the space of 4 minutes, the second baby was born into the world.

but this time, there was no immediate cry

the whole world seemed to slow down in that moment as you waited

and waited

midwifes gathered around the new infant, looking for any kind of obstruction

but, soon enough, your son said his first hello to the world

[hoodieofholland]

Can u do a Tom Holland x actress reader

And there fwb and they get caught by the cast

:)) I generally don’t read much of it, but I think I’m starting to like fwb trope hahah hope you like it!!

Pairing: actor!tom x actress!reader

Warnings: mention of sex (+18), fwb plot, language.

"Shit, baby", Tom moans, supporting his head in the crook of your neck as he empties himself inside of you, on the condom. "My best girl".

Your breathing is still heavy, chest going up and down with some struggle as you run a hand over the hair that fell on your face. Tom holds your body firmly against the wall of his dressing room, one of your legs wrapped around his hips to keep yourself steady. You close your eyes, letting the bliss of your recent orgasm take over your body completely, feeling Tom getting out of you to get rid of the condom.

He walks towards the bin that is at the corner of your dress room, discarding it before coming back to you, rolling his pants back on and buttoning his shirt up again. Looking at you, who's currently tidying your dress up and brushing a hand relentlessly through your hair, he smiles, feeling like that was the most perfect sign of his day — a after-sex glow on your face, a thin layer of sweat glistening over your bare chest while you carried to dress up again.

"What is it?", you ask as soon as you catch his stare. Tom blushes and shakes his head as he averts his gaze to the ground.

"Uh, nothing" he mutters, fidgeting his hands. "You just look really pretty".

A smile almost makes its way to your face, but you make an effort to hide it, turning around to pretend being busy while gathering some of your belongings together.

"You've already fucked me, Holland, no need to play the charmer now", you mocked, and you can't lie to yourself about the light press on your chest as you say yourself saying something so harsh to him.

That wasn't the truth. You liked it when Tom said something nice besides the couple of praises when you were having sex. If you were being honest with yourself, you liked him more than you were willing to admit. However, this whole friend with benefits were long settled, since the first week of filming your movie together, and you couldn't just come up with your feelings now. The main rule was: never fall for each other.

It was supposed to be just sex. You and Tom were single and horny, and your work would stress the fuck out of you, so why not? Both of you were young, hot and the sex was amazing. There was nothing to worry about.

Well, except for the fact that you'd fall asleep with the thought of him every single night now.

Tom, however, wasn't buying your toughness so easily. He knew you had built some walls because of past relationships, after so many disappointments, but he was willing to try and tear them all down.

Sighing, he came closer to you, putting light hands on your hips and feeling you tense a little. "I'm not playing, love", he said, planting a soft kiss on your bare shoulder. "You're so pretty. And I'm not trying to be a charmer, you just deserve to know that".

You don't know what to say. Though you didn't want to show it, you felt flattered. Obviously, it was Tom, the most handsome man on that studio, the most handsome man you knew. He felt attracted to you and you couldn't help but feel happy for the fact that it wasn't just because he got to have sex with you, but just because he truly thinks you're beautiful.

"Thanks", you murmur, turning around again, pursing your lips as you feel your cheeks growing hot under his stare.

That was the thing about having an affair with someone you liked that much. It didn't matter, the fact that you were moaning his name just a couple of minutes ago, whispering dirty things on his ear and begging him, you could easily get flustered over something much more innocent and simple.

Tom smiled and took your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it and bringing to his lips to press a kiss. "I like you, y/n. A lot".

You release a shaky breath and give him a small smile. "You're so cheeky", he laughs and you smile wider. "I like you too, div. But don't flatter yourself too much. Now shut up, we're gonna be late".

He shakes his head while chuckling and guides you towards the door, hands still on yours. His dressing room was settle in a very empty aisle, which made it easier for you to sneak back to the set without being caught together.

Putting his hand on the door's handle, Tom's lips quirck up as he gives you a charming smile. "Y'know, I was thinking that maybe we could a nice dinner before I pop down to your place tomorr-"

Your eyes wide as soon as he opens the door, mouth going dry as you stare to the small crowd at the door. Jacob, Zendaya, Harrison and a few more crew members were leaning towards the door, smirks plastered on their faces and giggling like schoolers while whispering to one another. When they saw you, they straightened their backs, coughing a little, but didn't make any effort to hide the fact that they were listening to both of you.

Tom had his mouth hanging agape, eyes wide, trying to think about what to say.

"What the hell are you all doing here?!" You shout, too desperate with being caught to care about your tone.

"I told you!" Jacob yelled, jumping and pointing his finger to you and Tom.

"Yeah, think I gotta pay you now" Zendaya laughed, crossing her arms and clicking her tongue as she looked to both of you. "Congrats, fellas, you just made me lose a stupid bet".

"What the fuck?" Tom gasped, slipping his hand from yours, which you only realized to be holding now.

"Yeah, Jacob said you two were fucking, but Z bet 50 bucks you weren't", Harrison said, still laughing.

Your face went red. Your coworkers just caught you and Tom having sex in your workplace. What a way to show off your professionalism.

Seeing you completely ashamed, Tom furrowed and grabbed your hand, rolling his eyes.

"You guys, fuck off and mind your own business" he said, walking down the aisle and gesturing his head for you to follow him. "We're heading to set now".

You sighed, lips pursed as you and Tom walked side by side, too deep in thoughts to mind the fact that you were still holding hands with him in front of everyone.

"You alright?", Tom asked, concern filling his voice as he slowed his steps down. You look at him, and relax at the sign of his soft wrinkles.

You give him a small smile.

"Yeah. Just didn't want everyone to find out like that", you say, squeezing his hand. Taking a deep breath, you feel yourself easing a little when he takes your free hand and intertwine your fingers together.

"Honestly, I don't give a fuck", he shrugged. "Yeah, they know about us, and what? I love being around you, y/n, and we're adults, we know what we are doing, right?"

You nod twice, giving in to his soft eyes staring right into yours. "Thank you, Tom".

He smiles softly. "Any time, darling".

Biting your lips, you try to hide a smirk as you remember about your previous conversation. "So, about that dinner..."

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or the one where you forget harry’s birthday and try desperately to make it up to him

just wanted to write something small to try to get back into writing after my break! thank you all for your encouragement, excitement, and patience and I apologize for it being a few days later than I wanted it to be! this is probably the closest to angst that you’ll ever get from me :)

thank you to @1980holland, @summertimestyles, @tbslenthusiast, @bigspoonstyles​, @angryinternetduck, and @iconicharry for letting me run my ideas by you and being so kind in general. more thanks to @tbslenthusiast and @bigspoonstyles for being the most wonderful beta readers and just lovely friends overall!

this is another part of my dad!harry series so as always they are linked in order if you want to re-visit them or read from the beginning if you choose to!

⭐ I Want Your Belly ⭐ Wonderful and Warm ⭐ Washed Away in You ⭐ Do You Want to Build a Snowman? ⭐ A Styles Family Christmas ⭐

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“Harry, I’m running late do you think you could drop Sterling off at the sitter’s on your way to set?”

You’re already dressed, pulling on your shoes and grabbing your bag and keys from where they were tossed next to the dresser from the evening before. You dart into the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth.

Harry pokes his head around the doorframe, a wrinkled shirt in his hand, rushing through his own morning routine, “Thought she was coming here?”

“She can’t today, remember? Today’s our day to drop him off.” You put your toothbrush away just as he joins you, taking the toothpaste from your hand to use for himself.

“Alright, yeah. Y’ll have to pick him up later though, think it’ll be a late one for me today.” 

“That’s fine. I’ll throw his bag together and leave it by the door for you to grab on the way out. He’s already been fed and changed so he should be all set. I’ll transfer his car seat to your car too, so you won’t have to worry about that.”

He still has the toothbrush in his mouth, so you stand on your tiptoes to give him a peck to the cheek, adding a “bye, love you!” on your way out the bathroom door.

“Wait..y’don’t have anything else to say to me before you leave?” His mouth now rinsed, he crosses his arms and leans against the doorway, a tired smile working its way across his lips.

“Um..be careful? Don’t drive too fast with Sterling in the car.” 

“I never drive fast,” He takes a quick peek in the mirror, running his hands through his messy curls before turning back to you, “S’that all? Nothing else to say?”

You search your brain, trying to remember anything else you may have forgotten, “Oh! Right..”

His face lights up then, thinking maybe he was gonna finally hear the words he’d been waiting all morning to hear from you.  

“Make sure you tell the sitter there’s an extra pacifier in the right side of his bag that she can leave there in his cubby in case we ever forget one..and that I’ll drop a pack of diapers and wipes off when I pick him up cause I know he’s running low.”

His brow furrows slightly with disappointment, but you’re too busy to notice, blowing him another kiss before rushing out the door of your shared bedroom and down the hall to get Sterling’s bag ready.

He’s still pouting as he opens his top drawer to select a pair of socks for the day.

He couldn’t believe you forgot it was his birthday.

In your opinion, 6 weeks was not long enough for maternity leave. You’re sure no amount of time in your happy bubble with Harry and Sterling would’ve been enough. 

You were somehow able to push those 6 weeks to 12, your boss kindly agreeing to let you do what work you could from home. Eventually, that extension had to come to an end though and there was no other way you could avoid returning to ‘normal’ life.

You’re an hour into your work day but you still can’t shake the feeling that you had truly forgotten something. Harry’s words from the morning ring through your head again and again but you still couldn’t pinpoint what was special about this particular day. It was a Monday..was there some sort of significant anniversary from your relationship over the years, something small but important to him? 

You grab your phone when you have a chance, a quick lull in your morning that allows you to scroll through your phone’s calendar to double check anything your phone may have not yet notified you about. There’s nothing saved, and it does nothing to jog your memory of what importance today’s date holds. 

A text from Anne comes through and your heart stops when you read the message: Tell the birthday boy his present from me is on the way! I was a day later than I should’ve been sending it out so hope he won’t be too upset with me. All my love to you and Sterling as well!

No. Oh no. Guilt bubbles up through your chest and you cover your mouth to stop from cursing too loudly and scaring your nearby coworkers. You have to steady your hand so you can navigate your way through your contacts to Harry’s number, trying to calculate where in his schedule for the day he may be now. It was too early for him to be taking a lunch break, but you silently prayed he would be on a break in between filming scenes that would allow him to answer.

He had told you in the past that even if he wasn’t able to have his phone with him, it was always nearby. Especially now that you had Sterling, he tried to make himself available no matter how busy his schedule would be for the day. Even if he wasn’t able to answer, he would always make time to call back. 

So when you try 2 times with no success of getting through, you stop. You had both agreed before that 3 calls was your distress signal, and you didn’t want his mind to think the worst when he did see you’d tried to get through to him. A text seems too informal, too little for the man you love and adore. He deserved better than that, better than you, a partner who forgot one of the most important days where he should be made to feel special and loved every second.

It wasn’t like you didn’t know this day was coming, you did, of course you did. Being a new parent had well and truly ruined your memory. Turns out birthing a tiny human requires learning a ton of new information to keep your little one alive, meaning that even almost 3 months later your brain hadn’t been fully restored and you weren’t sure if it ever would be. 

How could you make up for something like this? You suppose you could pretend that it was all a joke; that you’d had this elaborate plan all along to surprise him and make him think that you had forgotten his birthday. But you couldn’t lie to him like that, it would only cause you to hate yourself even more later for covering it up. Plus, Harry knew you too well and would see right through that, and then whatever hurt you’re sure he was feeling now would only grow. 

You know he would eventually forgive you, if he hadn’t already, but that didn’t stop guilt from overriding your thoughts. If anything it made you feel almost worse knowing that he would be so incredibly forgiving.

God, you could only imagine the reaction of the fans if they found out. Some of them already had some questionable opinions about you, a few even going so far as to speculate if Sterling was truly Harry’s child, claiming that you had somehow “trapped” Harry into a relationship with you and that it would eventually fail. Harry had tried to ban you from going too deep, but sometimes your curiosity got the best of you, prompting you to scroll through Twitter or Instagram occasionally. It usually ended with you getting your feelings hurt and Harry having to remind you once again to stay away.

You try to find something in your memory, anything that he may have mentioned wanting (or at this point even needing) over the past few months. Aside from the mundane, everyday things like laundry detergent and shampoo to add to the shopping list, you couldn’t recall a thing. You only had 6 hours before you had to pick up Sterling, so you had to come up with something fast, something amazing.

What do you get for the golden boy who has everything?

You couldn’t believe you didn’t think of it before. It was something you had discovered not long after Sterling’s birth, but like many other things it had gotten easily dismissed and pushed down to the bottom of your list. 

Today, it only takes a few clicks through the website, a double checking of the spelling of the name that will be on the certificate, and a quick selection of a location for where you want it to be for Harry to now be the (hopefully) proud owner of his very own star in the sky.

After all it was Harry who found the name Sterling for your child, it was him who whispered “buonanotte nostra piccola stella” each night as he helped you put Sterling to bed; a phrase he had been most pleased with himself for learning, the Italian to English translation being “goodnight our little star”. If he couldn’t be there to say it, he made sure you knew the proper enunciation of the expression so that you could pass it along from him. It was always followed by 3 kisses to the top of his son’s head.

Thankfully, you were able to use the printer at work to print out the certificate and the map, slipping them both into a manilla envelope and tucking it away in your bag before you clock out for the day. Though you wished you had time to stop and select a nice frame, you only have 30 minutes before having to pick up Sterling, so you opt for a speedy trip to the nearest bakery and grocery store to gather what other supplies you’ll need for the rest of the evening.

By the time you and Sterling make it home, you still haven’t heard anything from Harry. You send up another silent prayer, more for his safety than anything, but also selfishly for yourself and his forgiveness towards you. It wasn’t unusual for you to not hear from him most days, and you remind yourself of his words from that morning about most likely having to work late. 

You push away the guilt that threatens to invade your thoughts again, doing what you need to do for Sterling to keep him content while you start preparations for dinner. Once you have him settled in his swing nearby, you take a moment to scroll through your music selection on your phone, deciding that having something playing in the background would be better than being alone with your thoughts while you work. 

You’ve just washed the veggies to chop for the salad when your phone dings, indicating a new message. You know it’s from Harry, and you’re almost scared to look. Instant relief floods your body when you do have the courage to take a peek: Home in an hour. Love you! Give bub kisses from me xx

The “love you” fills you with overwhelming comfort; takes you back to the day you first met him and how your heart skipped a beat when you realized it was you he was trailing through the crowd of people to approach, a cozy smile plastered on his face. You’ll never forget the gentle way he had spoken and how even though you were surrounded by at least a hundred other people at the party, he didn’t take his eyes off you the whole night. You let out a huge sigh of breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in and contemplate the best way to respond, finally concluding that simple was better.

Be careful, baby. Love you more!! Bubs and I miss you

His text gives you more motivation than you already had to power through making his favorite meal for him. An hour is plenty of time to get everything done, so when Sterling gets fussy and wants to be held, you tuck him against your side, doing what you can with one hand while keeping a tight grip on your son. You know he had missed you when he almost instantly relaxes at being close to you, and your heart hurts at the thought of ever being away from him again, even for something important like your job.

It still takes you a minute to get him calm enough to rest his head on your shoulder, so you don’t hear the sound of the door, or the clink of Harry’s keys or the sound of his footsteps falling down the hallway.

“Need some help, lovie?”

His voice, which normally calms you, nearly makes you jump out of your skin. So when you turn and say, “I thought you said an hour!” it comes out more like an attack than grateful to see him again.

“S’what I thought but we rushed through so I could leave earlier. Is that a problem?” His face is unreadable, somewhere between confused and disappointed with your tone.

“No! Of course not, Harry, I just..” That’s when your voice breaks, your guilt and emotions of forgetting his birthday finally being too much to hold back.

“Hey, don’t do that,” He’s moving the rest of the way through the kitchen to you, a hand smoothing a small circle over your back as you try to wipe your tears, “Please don’t cry.”

“I just wanted to have everything ready by the time you got home, to make up for this morning. For forgetting it was your birthday in the first place. I’m so sorry, H.” 

“You’ve got nothin’ to apologize for, angel. You don’t have to make anything up to me. We’ve both been crazy busy lately, I’m surprised I even remembered what day it was. Here, why don’t I put Sterling in his swing and help you finish dinner?”

“No, absolutely not. It’s your birthday and I know you’re tired. Plus, I think he missed us today. You know how much he loves his swing but I didn’t get very much done before he got upset.”

“Alright, well, I’ll take him while you get everything else done. How’s that sound?”

You nod an agreement at his plan, transferring Sterling from your shoulder to his. There’s a few whimpers of disapproval, but he lets out a small sigh of contentment once he realizes it’s Harry who holds him now. Harry turns his head to smack a few kisses to the baby’s cheek to further pacify him. Sterling’s eyes open briefly, gazing sleepily up at his father. 

“Hi, bub, missed you. Let’s go see what kind of trouble we can get into while Mummy makes dinner, huh?” 

“Not too much trouble, boys. It’s almost bedtime,” He winks at you as he turns to leave and you stop him, “Hey, wait, try this. Tell me if it needs anything.”

You stir a spoon through the pasta sauce you’ve had simmering away on the stove, bringing it to his lips with a hand underneath, careful not to drip it down the front of his white button-up or the top of Sterling’s head. He lets you feed him the spoonful, but doesn’t take his eyes off your lips.  Before you even have time to ask him how it is, he’s trapping his mouth against yours, a satisfied hum at the sauce mixing with the taste of you.

“Delicious.” He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, catching a bit of sauce that ended up smudged at the corner of his mouth.

“Really?”

“Really, darling, it’s perfect.” 

At this point it’s obvious he’s not talking about the sauce, and you push yourself up to plant another kiss on his lips.

“Another,” He gently demands, and you oblige, but he doesn’t pull away yet, “C’mon, few more.”

“Looks like Sterling’s not the only needy baby in this house tonight. How many more kisses do you need?”

He smirks down at you, “It’s my 27th birthday, innit? Think I deserve 27 kisses, don’t you?”

You send him away with the promise of fulfilling his request for the rest of his kisses later, finally able to rush through finishing the last of what was needed to complete the meal and call him back to see the table full of everything you’ve prepared. 

Sterling is bright eyed in Harry’s arms again, and you hope that feeding him will lull him back to sleep for the night. With him having to stay with a sitter on the days that you and Harry were both working, you’d recently had to switch to using bottles for some of his meals. The sitter had assured you that he was adjusting to the bottle well when he was with her, but it had been a frustrating transition for you. 

“You’ve just spoiled him to the usual way, love. It’ll get easier. Want me to try?” He holds out his hand, offering to take the bottle and Sterling back, but you refuse. You know Harry’s right, it will get easier eventually, but right now you know he’s just still tired and hungry. So you give in, lifting your shirt and tossing a blanket over him while he eats. 

“Eat so you can blow out your candles and then open your present.”

He sets a plate of food in front of you and passes you a fork so you can eat with your free hand.

His mouth is full of food but his green eyes light up when he looks at you, “I have a present?” 

“Of course you do. It’s your birthday, isn’t it?” 

“Can we skip cake and do the present first?”

You giggle at his excitement, but the truth is you’re nervous. You know he will be nice enough to tell you he loves it, but you also know him well enough to read the truth on his face. 

“Sure, birthday boy, whatever you want.” Sterling’s finished eating by now so you rest him on your shoulder, tapping his back a few times until you hear a small burp. Harry’s plate is mostly empty now, as is yours, so you tuck Sterling into his swing while you go to retrieve the envelope from earlier in the day. Your heart races as you may your way back to where he sits at the table, his eyes covered dramatically as he waits.

“You can open,” You slide the envelope in front of him and prop your chin up on one of your hands as you watch his fingers work to open the clasp. The papers sit upside down on the table and you inhale a deep breath as he flips them over. His face is full of curiosity as his eyes scan the page. 

“Did you..is this real?”

“Well I’m not sure how official it is but, yes, it’s real.” You take the map from behind the certificate and point out the location, “According to this it’s..”

“Is my star right over our house?” His eyes are wide as he studies the coordinates, “Can we go see if we can see it now?”

How can you say no to that? You let him lead you out the back door of your home and out into the cool air of the night. He only lets go of your hand when he reaches the edge of the yard, pointing straight upwards.

“It’s gotta be that big one, right? That mine, right?” You look over his shoulder down at the map and then back up to where he’s pointing.

“Yep, I think that’s the one. Unless..do you have the map upside down?”

“No! Do I?” He squints his eyes, bringing it closer to his face in an attempt to read it in the dark. 

“You definitely did. It’s that one there..to the left of the big one we thought was yours.”

“S’gorgeous, baby,” He tugs your hand until your smushed against his side and he tosses his arm around you, letting out a deep sigh as he continues to stare up at the sky, “Thank you so much.”

“You really like it?” You’ve got both arms wrapped around his middle now, enjoying the feeling of his chest rising and falling.

“I really do, angel. Can’t believe you named a star after me twice.” 

“Twice?” You tilt your head upwards to look at his face.

“Yeah. Twice. That one,” He points up again, “My favorite one though, the greatest gift you will probably ever give me, is probably snoring in his swing right about now.”

As sweet as the moment is, you can’t help but snort out a laugh at that, “If he’s anything like you, he’s definitely snoring right now.”

“Hey, I don’t snore!”

“Oh yes, you do. Feel like I’m sleeping in a cave with a bear sometimes.”

That earns you a big, booming laugh from him, and he pulls you even closer to kiss the top of your head. You turn your body to face him, squeezing him once and kissing his chest through his shirt.

“Happy birthday, Harry.”

“Thank you,” He places his hands on either side of your face, thumbs rubbing along your cheeks, a slow smile sneaking its way across his face, “Can I have the rest of my kisses now?”

The next time Anne and Gemma come to visit, he’s sweeping them down to the end of the hallway leading into your living room, to where he now proudly shows them the framed certificate and map sitting side by side on the wall. Of course they had both already heard about it before. The day after his birthday he had spent 10 minutes on the phone with each of them bragging about it. He’s got Sterling in his arms as he shows it off now. He holds him up next to the two frames.

“How lucky am I, huh? Not every man can say they have two stars named after them, can they?”

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