#THE FILM DESIGN UGH

[sysig]

Heck yeah, Requestober!! Thanks for doing this again, it's always so much fun! I've got two TPoH ideas to choose from if that's alright, whichever you're more in the mood for. Either Dial annoying RGB, as he does, or Dial and Click being an awful chaos duo? Either would be great!

Day 17 - Boundaries, Dial

[edwardwonghaupepelutivrusky4th]

technically if it's not simmered in the champagne region of france it's a sparkling best boy friend

[employee052]

dont you love creating lore n then immediately backtracking on it

[sn-613]

Oh this is it. This is what Ive been feeling. I mean sure ive had my gripes about the animation n such, but in keeping an open mind, its nothing that should make me write it off completely… but there was just something that was still putting me off…. i didn’t realize it was because i was picking up on how much of a backhand the cgi is.

If anyone asks, this is my opinion. The live action could’ve had a chance, but by carbon-copying the original they’re just undermining it instead.

I usually just reblog stuff on here, but I need to say something about the live action How To Train Your Dragon remake.

It was not needed.

And I know some of you may think "ok well, art isn't necessary to human life" but that's not what I mean.

Httyd came out in 2010. That's 14 years ago. It's animated in 3d and sure, we made some improvements, but honestly? It holds up, and really well. It has a distinct style, the designs are unique, and everything looks amazing.

We didn't need a live action remake, especially not when it looks so similar to the animated one. At this point, it's just becoming disrespectful to animation. Why make an animated movie if in less than 20 years there's gonna be a live action version? Why isn't the original one good enough?

Truth is, it's a cash grab. And everyone is falling for it, this time, because it's not Disney, because the original movie is so loved, and because it's so similar to the original one. But there was no need for this! The original one is a masterpiece that should be left alone.

That said, it's probably gonna be a spectacular movie (because it's gonna be a copy and paste of the original one...). I won't watch it.

How To Train Your Dragon was always one of my favorite movies, and to see so many people praise this....feels discouraging, as someone who loves animation this much.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Dating in a Dream - Rook Hunt

SUMMARY: What would his dream be like, exactly the same as in the original story, but with the small detail that he is dreaming that you two are dating?

CHARACTERS: Rook Hunt x Reader 🏹🦐

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; In a Relationship (kinda)

WARNING: Spoilers from Book 7 and Rook’s dream (Eng Server)

WORD COUNT: 2.270 words

COMMENTS: This was written as a companion piece to the original dream story, so the parts that are the same as the game are just summarized.

I hope you enjoy 🏹

Dating in a Dream: Idia / Epel / (Rook) / Vil / Kalim / Jamil / Floyd / Jade / Azul / Jack / Ruggie / ...

“Aether signal tracking successful.” Ortho says when you land in the new dream, along with Grim, Silver, Sebek and Epel. “We have arrived at the designated coordinates.”

After Silver checks if Epel is feeling okay after the trip from one dream to another, you all realize that you are in the Savanaclaw dorm. Which makes you wonder if you are in a Savanaclaw student's dream.

“AH! Mon amour!” You hear a familiar voice say.

You look and see Rook already by your side. One of his hands holds your waist to bring you closer to him, while the other holds your hand to kiss the back of it. But that wasn't the Rook you knew, he was wearing the Savanaclaw uniform, had freckles and messy hair tied in a ponytail under what looked like a cowboy style hat. You see the dreamer's bird flying over him.

“Any vision of you is a merveilleuse one! To what do I owe your and your friends' visit today?”

“ROOK?!” Epel says in disbelief, but then focuses on something else. “Wait... Doesn't ‘mon amour’ mean ‘my love’?”

“I have a bad and cringy feeling about this.” Idia's voice comments through the tablet.

“You're Epel Felmier, a Pomefiore freshman, I believe?” Rook says without taking his hands off you. “And you're in the Spelldrive Club, if I recall... Are you here to visit our housewarden Leona?”

“Can’t you have a conversation without clingin’ to my hench-human?” Grim complains and jumps into your arms to separate Rook from you.

“Hehehehe. I see I haven't been approved by you yet, Grim.” Rook says amusedly. “Very well, it seems that the journey to prove myself to you and have your blessing continues. Until then, a forbidden love this shall be. He he. Comme c'est excitant!”

“LO- Ugh! Why're you in Savanaclaw Dorm uniform anyway?!” Grim asks. “Your hair's all scraggly, and you've got stray leaves on your clothes... Vil would throw a fit if he saw you like that!”

“Vil?” Rook asks in astonishment. “You mean Vil Schoenheit, the actor?”

You all discover that, in this dream of Rook's, Vil does not study at Night Raven College, but instead at Royal Sword Academy. And he and Neige are like best friends. Rook, extremely excited, starts telling a lot of things about Vil and Neige to the point of quoting an interview with the two of them in full. Until he suddenly says something much louder than usual.

“Would you stop yelling?” Sebek says. “You startled me!”

“Oh, pardon me. I got rather carried away there... I just have so few people in Savanaclaw I can discuss Vil, Neige, and film in general with. Which also makes it a blessing to have someone like (Y/N) by my side.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Oh mon cher, you are as big a fan of Vil and Neige as I am. No one can match my adoration like you.”

“Thank you, Rook Hunt, this was fascinating.” Ortho says. “I'd actually like to learn more about them...”

“Truly?! Why, I would be delighted!”

The others show their discontent to Ortho, but he explains that the more they understand the differences between this dream world and the real one, the easier it will be for them to find a way to wake Rook.

Excited to tell them more about Vil and Neige, Rook suddenly runs into the Savanaclaw building. You and the others run after him because you can't get too far away from the dreamer. You run to the closed door of his room where you hear a commotion inside.

“How is it taking so long to fetch one magazine?” Sebek questions.

“D-don't worry, I'll be right out!” Rook responds trying to hide his concern. “Don't open that door, whatever you do!”

“Mrr! I'm hearin' weird noises comin' from inside.” Grim says.

“Apologies for the wait! I found more things I positively need to show you... Whoa!”

Fearing that Rook might be under attack by the darkness and ignoring his pleas for them not to enter, they break down the door and enter Rook's room. To find a room completely filled with Neige merch on one half of the room and Vil merch on the other half.

Rook laughs in a strange, almost threatening way and says that since they had seen his room they could no longer leave... without joining him in reverently watching DVDs of his favorite actors! So he forces everyone to sit with him to do it. And of course he makes you sit right next to him.

He made you all watch those DVDs for FIVE HOURS!

“The fact that they played arch-enemies just made those final smiles so... so... beauté!”

“Mrah... After marathoning all those movies and stage plays, I'm exhausted.” Grim says in a sigh.

Ortho thanks Rook for all that information and says that it is already very late and that everyone should go back to their respective dorms and get some sleep. Before they leave, Epel asks Rook about the SDC and he replies that Vil and Neige sang together and he just watched.

“We can have another watch party whenever you like. Perhaps we can put that show on next time. Bon nuit, everyone!”

As you all left Rook’s room one by one, you stayed behind to be the last to leave. Maybe you even did it on purpose to see if Rook would do something. And he did.

As soon as Epel leaves and you are about to leave next, Rook suddenly appears in front of you to casually close the door behind Epel.

“I wonder what I did wrong to receive such cold treatment from you, mon cher.” He tells you with a theatrically brokenhearted look. “I understand not getting a bisou de bonjour with so many people around you. But not even a small, discreet bisou d'adieu?”

He gets closer to you and caresses your cheek, looking you sadly in the eyes. Seeing that you don't back away from his touch, he continues.

“Oh, where did I go wrong? What mistake could I have made to receive such a cruel sentence as deprivation of your touch? Is it my bail conquer your love all over again?” He brings his face closer to yours with a seductive smile, and he sees that you don't move away, quite the opposite. “Or should I continue to claim innocence?”

“(Y/N)!” Grim shouts from the other side of the door. “What are you still doing in there?”

“Did something happen?” Silver asked.

“Stop wasting time human!” Sebek complains. “We all must go for now.”

Rook moves away from you.

“Ah... My diligent jailers. You must go with them so that their worries will cease. But I see that you are in good and capable hands.” He takes one of your hands and kisses the back of it before opening the door for you like a gentleman.

And if you thought about taking advantage of that moment to kiss him, you realized that he seemed to be... enjoying his... “punishment”. So you decided to save that possible kiss for later.

Outside Savanaclaw's dorm it was already night and you and the others talked about Rook's dream and how you could wake him up. Epel has the idea of recreating SDC's performance because it was the crucial moment that the darkness was trying to make him forget. Make him remember that Vil actually despises Neige to the point of doing what he did and Rook's betrayal. You, Epel and Grim taught Silver, Sebek and Ortho the dance steps of the choreography of Absolutely Beautiful so you could take the places of the remaining members of the original group.

The next day, you were the one tasked with getting Rook to go to the Coliseum. You sent him a message to meet you in front of it.

The time you had set was approaching, but you couldn't see Rook. He must have been getting ready to surprise you. You looked around as if you really believed you would be able to see him in time. Suddenly you feel a kiss on your cheek. You look, but you don't see anyone. You look back to the other side where he is right there next to you with a smile.

“Greetings and bonjour, mon cher. I'm here as you requested. What can I do for you?”

“I’d like to show you something.” you say.

“Show me something?” Rook smiles. “Coming from you, I wonder with excitement what that might be.”

You take him inside the Coliseum so he can see the replica of the SDC stage up close. You go up on stage to dance with the others and Rook starts to get emotional because a part of him starts to remember that day. The dream begins to distort as if Rook were to wake up, but at that moment two darkness figures appear: Vil and Neige, both in RSA uniforms.

As if it were a real performance, the two of them take the stage after your group and start singing together, which moves Rook again, but in a way that makes him go back into his dream world.

Epel is angered by this and gives Rook a speech about what really happened that day and who they both know Vil really is. His Roi du Poison, their queen is way, way, WAY more poisonous and beautiful! And if he really believes that cheap copy comes even close to the real Vil, and he choosing him over the real one, that makes him more of a traitor right now that he was when he cast that vote for Royal Sword Academy!

And this is what makes the dreams shatter and Rook wake up.

Darkness Vil and Neige try to convince him to back down and accept singing with them, but Rook responds by preparing his bow and pointing an arrow in the direction of the two fake figures. Darkness Vil stands in front of Darkness Neige to protect him.

“What noble friendship you share...” Rook says with tears in his eyes. “And yet that very harmony is proof of my terrible betrayal!”

Rook and the others fight the fake figures and make them melt into darkness.

“Oh, dear pommette! To think I would be woken from my slumber by one bearing a poison that can put anyone to sleep.” Rook hugs Epel so tightly that he gasps for air. “Apologies...” he sobs “Oh, pommette, I can only beg you to forgive my betrayal.”

Epel tells him that he doesn't need to cry, but when he offers him a handkerchief, he realizes that he doesn't have one with him and the two comment on how Vil was right in telling him to carry one. The others talk about their own struggles in their respective dreams so that Rook knows that he wasn't the only one who forgot important things, that this was how those dreams worked to trap them.

“Merci! Oh, merci beaucoup! I cannot thank all of you enough. But there is one of you to whom I owe more than thanks, I owe an apology.” He walks up to you with an embarrassed and regretful face, and he kneels in front of you. “(Y/N), I'm so sorry for causing you so much discomfort. I never hid my love for you, so this part shouldn't have come as a surprise to you, but I can only hope that my behavior has not crossed any boundaries of yours. Please, forgive my shameless audacity. Whatever I can do to be worthy of your forgiveness, please tell me. I will do anything to redeem myself and have a fraction of your trust again.”

He was being so dramatic and still had tears in his eyes that it looked like he was trying to save himself from a death sentence for a horrible and unforgivable offense. The thing is... you like him too... and this was your chance to reciprocate the feeling.

Luckily for you, a simple, almost imperceptible smile from the corner of your mouth is enough for Rook to understand everything.

“Unless...” He stands up and looks you in the eyes with a smirk. “In truth, you enjoyed the experience of having me as your lover.”

You don't need to say anything. Your smile, whatever kind it is, is more than enough for him to understand perfectly. He holds one of your hands. That's how he saw, from the glove he was wearing, that he was still wearing Savanaclaw's uniform.

“In that case,” In the snap of a finger, Rook was back in his Pomefiore uniform and signature bob-cut. “Should we make it real?” he kisses the back of your hand. “Would you be so generous as to make my dream come true, my dear trickster?”

If you try to kiss him, he will stop you with a finger on your lips.

“Non, not yet.” he says despite the pity in his voice. The finger that interrupted your kiss slides to caress your cheek. “As much as I long to discover the wonderful feeling of your lips on mine, this must be something to be discovered in reality, not in a dream. I will wait impatiently for that moment. But sometimes it is this agony of waiting that makes everything so much more special... and intense.”

“ARE YOU DONE OR NOT?!” Grim complained. “Hurry up, we have another dream to go to!”

.

When you return to the real world, no matter what the state of Twisted Wonderland, Rook will find a way to lure you to a secluded place to finally taste your kiss.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[cheftsunoda]

hiii i would love to request a fic w lando or oscar where reader is a famous actress/model/socialite and she’s always been deemed as problematic by the media. she’s more wild and has been seen smoking, partying, and getting w older guys so when the internet sees her w oscar/lando they lose it.

bad influence — op81

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oscar piastri x !actress reader

Hollywood’s favorite wild child. Formula 1’s golden boy. Nobody saw it coming. While the world was busy turning her into a headline and him into a poster boy, they were sneaking around—hotel lobbies in the early hours, blurry FaceTimes after races, stolen weekends in countries neither of them were from. They’d been together for months. Quietly. Carefully. Until now. Because nothing stays secret forever.

fc : lily rose depp

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By the time I finally made it back to my penthouse, my feet were killing me. I kicked off my heels in the hallway, letting them clatter somewhere near the marble, and tossed my tiny bag onto the kitchen counter. My phone buzzed again in my hand — group chat chaos, Instagram tags, the usual tabloid alerts. I ignored them all.

Instead, I slid open the balcony doors, letting the city hum in, and lit a cigarette. The cool air bit against my bare legs. My black Versace dress was sticking to my skin from the dance floor, gold chains lightly clanking in the wind. Then my phone buzzed again — but this time, it was him.

Oscar 🧡 wants to FaceTime…

I didn’t even think twice before answering. His face lit up my screen, all soft curls and sleep-heavy eyes, wearing the McLaren hoodie I’d “borrowed” last time and definitely never planned to return. He was lying on his side, clearly in bed, a little pillow crease on his cheek.

“Hey, trouble,” he said, voice all gravel and grin. “You make it home?”

I smiled. Couldn’t help it.

“Barely. I think my ankles gave up on me halfway up the elevator.”

Oscar chuckled, the sound like honey over static. “You looked like chaos tonight.”

“Thanks,” I said dryly, taking a slow drag. “That’s the goal.”

He rolled his eyes but kept smiling. “You always look good, but the new tattoo? I was ready to fly out there and do sinful things to you.”

I snorted. “So dramatic.”

“You’re not even drunk, are you?”

“Just the right amount,” I murmured, flicking ash off the side of the balcony. “Buzzed enough to consider texting you something wildly inappropriate, but sober enough to know better.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. “You sure you don’t want to?”

“Mm, maybe I do,” I teased, curling my legs beneath me on the couch. “You miss me or something?”

His expression shifted — softening around the eyes, his grin becoming something quieter. “Always,” he said, voice lower now, honest.

My heart actually flipped. Like an idiot.

“I know the whole world thinks you’re a menace,” he added, “but I just think you’re… an angel.”

I stared at him, stunned for a second, caught off guard. People always had opinions about me — too loud, too wild, too much — but he never tried to tame me. He didn’t flinch at the headlines or the chaos. He just kept showing up.

“You’re really bad for my reputation, Piastri,” I said finally, trying to keep it light.

“I can handle it,” he replied, smiling again. “Besides… I like being your secret.”

There was a long pause. Not awkward, just… full. Full of everything we weren’t ready to say out loud yet.

“I wish you were here,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

“I will be soon,” he promised. “Race weekend’s almost over. Then I’m all yours.”

I grinned, teeth and all, and said, “Good. Because I need my birthday present.”

Oscar laughed again, warm and fond and stupidly in love. “Then I guess I better it.”

“Bring yourself,” I said, already curling up on the couch with the phone still in my hand. “That’s all I want.”

He was still smiling when we hung up. My name softly leaving his lips as the screen dimmed to black. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t care what the headlines would say tomorrow.

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I woke up with the sun creeping through the sheer curtains, golden and annoyingly cheerful for someone who fell asleep in last night’s makeup. My mascara was definitely somewhere on my pillow, my mouth tasted vaguely like tequila and cigarettes, and Gnocchi was sitting directly on my chest, staring into my soul like he’d been assigned the job.

“Happy birthday to me,” I groaned, shoving my hair back with one hand and reaching for my phone with the other.

42 unread messages.

15 missed calls.

I sat up slowly, wincing as I stretched — and then I saw them. The flowers. Bouquets. Everywhere. Lining the floor, flooding the counters, sitting on window ledges, tucked into corners. Roses, lilies, hydrangeas, wildflowers, peonies, sunflowers — like a full-blown garden had exploded in my penthouse. Each one had a tag. Some from brands. Some from friends. Some with questionable poetry. But the ones with the orange silk ribbons? All from him. Each card handwritten.

“To the girl who stole my heart.”

“In case I’m not the first one to say it—Happy Birthday, trouble.”

“Sorry in advance for burning your eggs. Love, Oscar.”

Wait—what? I stood up, still in my pink satin robe, and tiptoed through the flower maze toward the kitchen. And there he was. Oscar Piastri. In my kitchen. Wearing nothing but grey sweatpants, my actual “Birthday Girl” sash over one shoulder, and the softest smile I’d ever seen on him. Flipping pancakes like he belonged there. Which… he kind of did.

“You’re really here,” I whispered, still half-asleep, leaning against the wall like my knees might betray me.

He looked over his shoulder, dimples in full force. “Happy birthday, trouble.”

“You broke into my penthouse.”

“You gave me a key,” he said, placing a very wobbly pancake on a growing stack and walking over to me. “So technically, I broke in with consent.”

I laughed — messy, giddy.

“You’re insane,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his bare waist as he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“And yet you keep letting me in.”

“You brought thirty bouquets.”

“You like dramatic entrances.”

“The sash?”

“You left it on the floor. Gnocchi told me to.”

I kissed him — because how could I not? And when I pulled back, he looked at me like I was the only thing that existed.

“You know,” he whispered, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I pressed my forehead to his and whispered, “and you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

And somewhere behind us, the smoke alarm went off — because Oscar had absolutely burned the second pancake. But honestly? It was still the best birthday morning I’d ever had.

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The thing about turning a year older when your public persona is “unhinged party girl with no chill” is that everyone expects you to go big. Which… fair. And I did. I went huge.

By the time we pulled up to the club, I was wearing a barely-there rhinestone dress that was glued to my body with sheer will and fashion tape, Oscar had that nervous-smiley look he always got when he knew he was about to be dragged into chaos, and Lando had already yelled “BIRTHDAY SHOTS” before we even got out of the car. Classic.

The VIP section was lit in gold and purple. My name was on the wall in LED lights. The DJ shouted, “THE BIRTHDAY GIRL IS HERE!” like I was royalty, and everyone screamed like I actually was. And honestly? It felt like I was.

Oscar held my hand as we walked in, his fingers laced through mine in a way that was casual but protective, like he already knew the cameras would find us eventually. He leaned down to whisper, “You look… amazing tonight.”

“Good,” I smirked. “Let’s make bad decisions.”

He laughed, kissed my cheek, and let me drag him into the glittering, smoky chaos. Charles and Alexandra showed up a few minutes later — she looked like a Vogue cover in a pink fluffy coat, and he was in that linen-shirt-slightly-unbuttoned. Alexandra handed me a shot with a wink and said, “You don’t age. That’s offensive.”

Lando was already dancing on the couch with two sparklers in his hands like an unhinged Sims character. I wasn’t sure he’d had dinner. Or water. Or a single coherent thought since 8 p.m.

Pierre and Kika arrived matching — in black and red — and honestly looked like the hottest Bond villains I’d ever seen. Kika handed me a wrapped box. Inside? A gold lighter. Iconic.

Everyone was drinking, dancing, laughing. Charles was trying to explain the Macarena to Alexandra, Oscar was holding my purse and swaying with Gnocchi who was currently wearing a rhinestone harnass, and Pierre and Lando were plotting to get the DJ to play One Direction. Again. And then the DJ cut the music and shouted:

“CAN WE HEAR IT FOR THE BIRTHDAY GIRL?”

The lights dimmed. Champagne popped. Sparklers erupted. And suddenly, my face was on the screens — behind-the-scenes pics, memes my friends had made, and a clip of Oscar in the corner of the frame saying, “She’s trouble, but I love it.”

I whipped around to glare at him — playful, not mad — and he just shrugged with that crooked grin, then mouthed, “Happy birthday, baby.”

And I melted. Right there in six-inch heels and too much body glitter. I didn’t care who saw. Because for once, I wasn’t just the wild girl in the headlines. I was the wild girl in love. With a boy who didn’t try to fix me. Just kept showing up with flowers, burnt pancakes, and that damn soft smile. And that? That was worth celebrating all month long.

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The elevator doors slid open with a low chime, and suddenly it was quiet. No music, no flash photography, no champagne towers or DJ yelling my name like I was some kind of god in heels.

Just the echo of our steps on marble, the soft jingle of Gnocchi’s harness as he trotted ahead, and the sound of Oscar dropping the keys into the bowl by the door.

He had his arm around me the whole way home — not because I needed it, but because he wanted to. His thumb kept brushing over the inside of my wrist like he was grounding me, reminding me he was still here. Still real. Still mine.

I kicked off my shoes with a sigh that was mostly relief, and peeled my rhinestone dress down to the floor like shedding armor. I walked toward the kitchen in just his jacket and my makeup-smeared birthday sash, glitter sticking to the backs of my thighs and leftover adrenaline buzzing in my veins. Oscar was already there, barefoot, hair a mess, eyes on me like I was the most beautiful disaster he’d ever survived.

“You okay?” he asked softly, holding out a glass of water like I hadn’t just ruled an entire club.

“Yeah,” I whispered, voice rough from too much singing and shouting. “Just… tired.”

“Happy tired?” he asked.

I nodded and took a sip. “The happiest.”

He reached out, ran his hand down my arm, fingers brushing the curve of my new butterfly tattoo. “You were electric tonight. Like, everyone in that room felt it.”

I laughed quietly, leaning against the counter. “Good. I needed them to remember who they’re dealing with.”

“I never forget,” he said. “Even when you’re in sweatpants, yelling for Uber Eats.”

I rolled my eyes, smiling. “Romantic.”

Oscar stepped closer, his hands finding my waist, soft and slow. “You were magic tonight. You are magic. And not the kind that burns out.”

There was something different in his voice. Not tipsy, not playful. Just honest. I looked up at him, the boy who had spent the last few months loving me in secret — in the shadows of headlines and champagne-fueled chaos, behind closed doors and under his breath.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked.

His eyes searched mine.

“That I want to be the one you come home to. Not just tonight. All of it.”

The words sat in the air between us like something sacred.

“I’m a mess,” I whispered. “You know that, right?”

“You’re my mess,” he said, pulling me in. “And I’ve never wanted anything more.”

I leaned into him, forehead to chest, breathing him in. The scent of cologne, champagne, and whatever spell he had me under. And in that moment — glitter-streaked, mascara-smudged, barefoot in a penthouse I sometimes still couldn’t believe was mine — I felt like the luckiest girl alive. Because he didn’t just survive the chaos. He chose it. He chose me.

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The sun was way too bright for how much tequila I drank. My head ached in that dull, post-party way that felt almost nostalgic — like a reminder that last night had been loud, and full of too many bodies, too much glitter, and one boy who kept looking at me like I was the only thing in the room.

I slipped out of bed carefully, trying not to wake Oscar. He was curled up on my side, hand splayed across where I’d been laying. I watched him for a second — soft, still, a little messy from sleep — and then padded out toward the balcony with Gnocchi trailing behind like a tiny hungover shadow.

The city felt quiet from up here. My phone had 87 unread messages. I didn’t want to check a single one. I lit a cigarette, took one slow drag, and leaned my elbows on the railing. The smoke curled upward, lazy in the morning haze, and I exhaled like I was trying to let go of everything still stuck to my ribs — the headlines, the labels, the glitter that never quite washes off.

“You okay?”

His voice was scratchy, sleepy, soft — the exact opposite of how I felt. I turned to see Oscar in one of his sweatshirts that I stole, hair sticking up, eyes still heavy.

“I’m fine,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Just… felt like I needed air.”

He walked over without saying anything and stood next to me, silent for a beat before gently plucking the cigarette from between my fingers and taking a drag like he’d done it a hundred times before.

“I meant it, you know,” he said after a moment, eyes fixed on the skyline. “What I said last night.”

My heart tripped.

“You remember that?”

Oscar looked at me then — really looked at me — and nodded. “I remember everything you do. Even when I probably shouldn’t.”

I felt that in my chest. Like a bruise. Like a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding for months.

“It just… it sounded too good. The way you said it.”

He didn’t flinch. “Why’s it so hard for you to believe that someone could actually mean it?”

“Because people like the version of me that sparkles. They don’t stick around once I start to fade.”

Oscar leaned in closer, one hand resting on the railing next to mine. “I didn’t fall for the sparkle. I fell for the girl smoking on her balcony at 9 a.m., thinking too much.”

I turned toward him, lips parted, trying to find something to say. Something that wouldn’t make me sound like I was already in too deep. But then he kissed me. Soft. Slow. A little sleepy. The kind of kiss that didn’t need explaining.

And when he pulled away, he said, “You don’t have to burn out to be magic, YN. You just have to let someone stay long enough to see it.”

I blinked back the sting in my eyes and nodded. Because maybe, just maybe, I finally believed him. Even if my hangover still hurt like hell.

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ynluvsu : if you ever think you know how to party...try partying with the grid. im hungover asf. thank uuu all for all the birthday wishes and thank u to all my friends for making my night the best :)

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lando : i’m still at the club. send help.

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↳ ynluvsu : im coming buddy hold on.

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↳ oscarpiastri : HELP IS ON THE WAY DEAR

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danielricciardo: i wasn’t there and yet i still feel hungover from these pics

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↳ ynluvsu : aw my 2nd fave aussie

↳ danielricciardo : i'll take it. happy bday yn!!

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username8 : ugh she needs to stay away from all of them. she is gonna ruin their careers.

↳ lando : erm actually i am perfectly capable of ruining my career on my own. don't give yn all the credit

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↳ mclaren : lando no. happy birthday queen yn!

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alexandrasaintmleux : best night ever celebrating the prettiest angel i know. love u sm:)

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↳ ynluvsu : my babyyyyyyy <3

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franciscagomes : omg i had so much fun. love you baby

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charles_leclerc : i am never drinking again (until next weekend) HAPPY BDAY YNNNNNNN

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username23: whole grid really said “watch me waste my career in real time”

↳ ynluvsu : don't be a killjoy. they can go out and have fun gma. i didn't force anyone to snort a line. chill.

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yourbff : i legit watched lando lose the contents of his stomach and then take back to back shots.

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lando : like a champ ;)

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f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : Oscar Piastri and what looked like half the F1 grid were spotted at YN LN’s chaotic birthday bash in Hollywood last night — and while we’ve been hearing whispers about her and Oscar for months, no one wanted to believe the grid’s golden boy would be caught up in her mess. But then a certain photo surfaced — and let’s just say, it wasn’t giving “just friends.” More like “handsy in VIP with zero shame.” Steamy club moment? ✅ Oscar holding her dog. ✅ The internet combusting by sunrise? Also ✅ Thoughts? Reactions? Cries for help? We’re all ears.

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username38 : he was supposed to be the sweet one 😭😭

username7 : i’m gonna be sick actually. i did NOT sign up for this character arc

username17 : this is literally the hottest thing he's ever done idc

username33 : can we admit she’s a little too much for him???

↳ username15 : no. no we can't

username27 : imagine getting mad that a 24 yr old is acting 24 😭

username55 : praying for oscar’s PR team rn 💀

username75 : unpopular opinion but she gives 🚩🚩🚩

username70 : can’t wait for him to regret this in 3-5 business days

username22 : how do you go from being the sweetest guy on the grid to this

username100 : he’s gonna look back on this era and CRINGE so hard

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gossiproomx : has anyone else noticed that yn ln has been like invisible lately?? she hasn't been seen at a club in almost two months and she has completely stayed off all socials.

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username00 : no clubbing? no unhinged stories? she better not be entering a boring era

username0 : what if she’s just actually happy now?? terrifying concept i know

username1 : bet it’s rehab or another PR reset 😭

username5 : if i was her i’d disappear too after getting dragged for breathing

username7 : she’s GROWING!! she’s HEALING!! we’re in her character development arc!!

username10 : notice how she goes quiet and suddenly oscar’s thriving?? just saying

username11 : y’all acting like she’s batman she literally just got tired of y’all

username13 : shocking what happens when the cameras go off and there’s no attention to chase

username15 : hopefully she’s learning how to be a little less exhausting

username17 : as long as she is leaving oscar alone idgaf what happened to her.

username20 : heard she might be working on something. she was seen over seas like two days ago.

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Two months ago, the internet was clawing at me, calling me everything from washed to wild to a walking PR stunt. Now? Now I’m standing barefoot in Oscar Piastri’s kitchen in Monaco, wearing his McLaren hoodie and absolutely nothing else, trying to get his fancy-ass espresso machine to work while my hair does its best Medusa impression.

“Morning,” he mumbles, voice gravelly with sleep, wrapping his arms around me from behind like he’s magnetized. “You’re fighting the machine again?”

“I refuse to let a glorified kettle defeat me,” I mutter, still pressing buttons like I know what they do. “Besides, I like the dramatics. Keeps me grounded.”

Oscar laughs against my shoulder, warm and rumbling, and presses a kiss to my jaw. “It’s literally one button, baby.”

I roll my eyes, but lean back into him anyway, letting the quiet soak in. The espresso machine finally hisses to life — probably out of fear. It’s been like this every day. Mornings slow and sticky with sunlight. Toast we always burn. House or whatever weird playlist he’s gotten obsessed with that week. Walks along the harbor with Gnocchi tugging at the leash. Me working in secret, locked in the office with headphones and caffeine while Oscar trains or sim races or sneaks in to kiss my shoulder mid-edit. The media thinks I’ve vanished. The internet thinks I’m in hiding. But the truth? I’m just…happy. For the first time in what feels like forever.

“Your eyebrows are furrowed,” Oscar says, holding out a mug and watching me with sleepy eyes and bedhead that somehow still looks like a photoshoot. “Dangerous. You writing an essay in your head?”

“Maybe,” I say, curling up on the kitchen stool. “Or just plotting world domination. Same difference.”

He grins. “Still not gonna tell me what the secret project is?”

I smirk over my mug. “Not until I know it won’t flop.”

“It won’t,” he says, so certain it nearly stuns me. “Because it’s you.”

God, this boy. This quiet, ridiculous, big-hearted boy who never once tried to tame me — only held the fire steady. We eat breakfast with our legs tangled under the table, still yawning. Later, I’ll work until my brain fries. He’ll come home, kiss my forehead, read over my shoulder even when I tell him not to. And when the world comes knocking again — and it will — I’ll be ready. This time, I won’t be showing up in glitter and smoke. This time, I’ll be coming back with purpose. With peace. With him. And maybe, just maybe, that’s the biggest plot twist of all.

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gossiproomx : Miss YN LN was spotted for the first time in 2 months looking better and brighter than ever. She was seen two days in a row in Monaco. She was smiling, glowing and even signing things for fans. She recently posted a life dump which featured a few photos of her, a mystery man and two F1 Wags. What happened?? Y'all are gonna hate me for this but she looks GOOD.

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username00 : she really disappeared, got loved on, healed her skin, and came back glowing. legend

username0 : lowkey i feel like she just needed someone to love her and help her see she could heal.

username17 : the fact that kika and alexandra are in the dump too?? oh she’s in the circle now

username1 : she’s literally just soft launching peace and i love that for her

username5 : girl disappears for two months and suddenly everyone forgets the chaos 💀

↳ username15 : u must be fun at parties. let ppl grow asshole.

username10 : she’s still the same girl that started a fight over bottle service don’t let the lighting fool you

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The countdown hit zero and the world exploded. I sank into the soft couch in Oscar’s Monaco apartment, phone warm in my hand, watching the trailer play on loop. This film — my film — the one I’d kept secret through months of silence and sweat and sleepless nights, was finally out there.

A story about pain, survival, and how the girl the tabloids called “problematic” was really just fighting to be seen. Not just a wild party girl. Not just a headline. But a survivor.

My phone buzzed nonstop — messages from friends, industry legends, even Reese Witherspoon calling it “brutally honest and beautifully done.” Tweets, posts, shares flooding in. Netflix was already asking about distribution.

Oscar came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, his breath warm against my neck.

“You did that,” he said softly, voice thick with pride. “Not just the movie. You bared yourself. You owned your story. And damn, you’re incredible.”

I leaned back into him, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I was so scared it wouldn’t be enough.”

He kissed my temple, fingers tracing lazy patterns along my arm. “It’s more than enough. It’s everything. You’re more than those headlines. And now? The whole world’s about to find out.”

For once, I didn’t have to hide behind the chaos. This was me. Every broken piece and every triumph. And for the first time, it felt like I was finally free.

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f1gossipgirls : Many many familiar faces at the premier of YN LN's new film. Over half the grid showed up and Oscar even walked her down the red carpet (we are totally crying). YN LN delivered a story that was raw, powerful, and hers. Say what you want, but there’s something special about watching a woman take back her narrative in front of the very world that once tried to write it for her. We love you, YN. The comeback era is officially cinematic.

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username15 : Oscar walking her down the carpet like she’s royalty?? yeah i’m sobbing

username1 : it’s the way he’s looking at her like she hung the moon. we’ve lost him for good

username00 : from scandal queen to respected filmmaker. this is the kind of character development i live for

username0 : never thought i'd be crying over her but here we are. wow.

username5 : i haven’t liked her before but… okay, that was powerful.

username7 : not oscar being a red carpet boyfriend… when did that happen

username10 : okay but how long until she’s back in the headlines for starting a fight at a brunch

username20 : i don’t care how “raw” it was, i’m still side-eyeing

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It hit me when the lights of the red carpet blinded me—this was real. No turning back. No hiding. No editing who I was to fit what the world wanted me to be. This was my night. I clutched Oscar’s hand like a lifeline as the car door opened. The second our shoes hit the pavement, the flashbulbs started. A blur of camera shutters, yelling, people calling my name like they’d always known how to say it kindly.

Oscar leaned in close, his voice low and steady in my ear. “Breathe. You’ve got this.”

I glanced at him, trying not to cry too early in the night. “Do I?”

He smiled, that slow, steady one that always made me feel grounded. “You told your truth. The whole world’s just catching up.”

He didn’t let go of my hand once as we stepped onto the carpet. I could feel the buzz in the air — fans pressed against the barricades, calling out. I heard my name more than I ever had, and this time… it didn’t sound like an accusation. It sounded like love.

Oscar kept whispering things into my ear between stops for photos.

“You’re glowing.”

“You’re the most beautiful person here.”

“I’m so proud of you I could burst.”

“If they don’t give this movie ten awards, I’ll fight someone.”

And finally—

“I love you. You know that, right?”

I blinked up at him, stunned. I hadn’t expected him to say it here, now, while I was wearing a floor-length custom Valentino gown and trying not to trip in six-inch heels.

But I didn’t hesitate. “I love you too.”

The chaos quieted after that. At least in my head. When we entered the theater, I wasn’t prepared for the roar. The applause started before the movie even played. My eyes scanned the crowd and immediately welled with tears. There they were.

Lando, in a velvet jacket that was slightly wrinkled, standing and clapping like I’d just won an Oscar. Charles and Alexandra, hand in hand, Alexandra already crying. Pierre and Kika blowing me kisses. Even George and Carmen were there, grinning from ear to ear. I’d never seen so many people who had once just tolerated me — now celebrating me. When the film ended, there was silence for a second… and then it happened. A standing ovation. Long. Loud. Endless. My ears buzzed. My knees wobbled. I didn’t know where to look until Oscar pulled me in and kissed my forehead.

“You did it, baby,” he whispered. “You really did it.”

My mascara was already halfway down my cheeks when I turned to see Charles climb up to the stage to wrap me in a hug, followed by Pierre, then Kika, then Lando shouting, “Make room for your favorite nightmare!” as he shoved through and kissed my cheek.

The grid surrounded me. As friends. As family. They didn’t care about the scandals. The bad headlines. They’d seen me spiral and they’d stayed. And now they were watching me rise. And for the first time in a long, long time — I didn’t feel like a mess trying to be something better. I just felt like me. Whole. Loved. And finally, finally free.

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hello dovee! I saw the "I'd look good on you." and immediately thought of vil! if I could please request for that? THANK YOU SO MUCH🍰stay creative!

thank you everyone for feeding me vil requests. I got a little crazy with this one

summary: "I'd look good on you." type of post: short fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, a little suggestive a part of this event

"No, no, no, no. Wrong, dreadful,"

You dodge another designer handbag as it goes flying across Vil's room, joining the growing pile of clothes behind you.

"Why is this so difficult?" he groans, storming out of his closet. "I have not a SINGLE decent thing to wear for this interview."

You look over your shoulder, watching him as he begrudgingly begins to clean up the mess he'd made.

"I think you're stressed,"

Vil pauses midway through sliding a silken shirt back on its hanger to glare at you.

"Another excellent observation," he says dryly. Then, a sigh.

"Sorry. I've been wanting to work with this director for years... I don't care for this role, but if the film does well, he'll likely want to work with me again... How's this?"

He holds up a glittery purple dress in front of him. You blink.

"...Good,"

"Ugh," he scoffs, tossing it aside. You don't know how many more times you can tell him he looks good in everything before he kicks you out.

"What is the role, anyway?"

Vil rolls his eyes, catching onto your attempt to distract him. He indulges, anyway.

"Another villain, although this film is more of a..." he pauses, gesturing vaguely. You stare. "...A young adult movie."

"So it's bait for teenage girls?"

"...Essentially,"

He sighs again, cleaning up the last of his temper tantrum and sorting it in his massive closet.

"Thus my role is more... provocative, we'll say. Which is fine, if not for the fact that I feel I did horribly,"

"I'm sure you didn't,"

"I'll be a laughing stock, this director will never work with me again, and I'll become one of those pathetic, washed up former child stars by age twenty-one,"

That feels... a tad overdramatic, but you don't mention it.

"That's not going to happen," you insist. "I'm sure you make a great... provocative... villain!"

Vil sighs, returning to the bedside to sit with you. For a brief moment, you can feel him staring, but you say nothing of it.

"You haven't even seen it," he mumbles, finally looking away. "I only have half an hour... I feel completely unassured."

You can't help but feel pity. Before knowing Vil, you had stupidly assumed that most celebrities are confident by nature, exuding grace and certainty.

Now...

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Vil quiets, seeming to consider the offer. "...May I use a line on you?"

You're not exactly sure what he means by that, but it can't be anything too painful. He only has half an hour, after all.

You nod.

Vil smiles, then turns away. He takes a deep breath... you've seen this before. He's getting into character.

It's very effective.

When he turns back, his expression is completely different. And his body language. Even his very presence has shifted.

You've seen this before, you remind yourself. The dangerous, menacing facade that he's known for, that makes his roles so iconic...

But he's also smiling, his eyes lowered, a pleasantly amused look about him.

His hand finds its way to the bed on your other side, effectively caging you between his arms. And then he moves in, guiding you down onto the mattress and leaning over your body.

This is your friend. You're just helping him. There's nothing to be nervous about.

Despite what you tell yourself, you can feel the effect he's having on you.

He can tell, too.

Vil tuts, his free hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Scared?" he asks. His voice is gentle, though there's a lingering danger behind it.

"Poor thing... I won't bite,"

He leans closer, his other hand intertwining with yours and keeping it pinned to the mattress, hot breath pressing against your ear.

"I'd look good on you," he whispers.

You know you shouldn't interrupt him, but you can't stop the nervous, flustered whine that comes out of your throat.

Vil breaks character, beaming, and gets off of you.

"Oh, my..." he grins, studying your expression. "You were right. I was worried over nothing."

He stands, smoothing out his clothes, and strides towards the closet to change, leaving you flustered senseless on the bed until he returns.

"How do I look?" he asks.

Of course, perfect. He always looks perfect. And now that he's confident again, gorgeous.

He smirks. "I'll take your silence as a compliment, potato. Thank you for the boost... I'll be back to pick up where we left off in a few hours,"

[bloodysugardolly]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ꒰𑄽𑄺﹒ 𝓕AME 𝓓𝓡 𝓘NTRO! ᩣ ִ ♡

✿　 𓈒　◞ life in the glamorous spotlight. a world built around the art of humble celebrity, SOFIA CASTILLO-ACKLES ˚ ｡

glittery microphone pink convertible strawberry milkshakes handwritten fanmail impromptu singing duets with jensen sequin gowns doodles on callsheets silk pillowcases vinyl collection fan conventions charity donations giggles on the red carpet

★ ﹒about me!! ഒ

born and raised in brooklyn, new york, sofia's career began at just fifteen with her debut role on popular television series gilmore girls. a graduate of NYU’s theater program, she quickly became a fixture in both indie film circles and cult favorites. sofia has since carved out a space that is entirely herself in every way imaginable.

now currently based in austin, texas, she shares a lakefront home with her husband, actor jensen ackles. known for her bubbly charm and unmistakable screen presence, sofia continues to build her career with her love her talents of acting and singing.

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OCCUPATIONS - actress, singer, songwriter, founder of perfume brand “BOOP, DARLING”

S/O - jensen ackles (m. 2010)

FRIENDSHIPS - jared padalecki, misha collins, nina dobrev, ian somerhalder, kat graham, paul wesley, johnny depp, adam sandler, winona ryder, sofia coppola, greta gerwig, brittany murphy, emma watson, drew barrymore, florence pugh, anna taylor joy, margot robbie, ryan gosling

PETS - precious (cavalier king charles spaniel), frenchy (french bulldog), oscar (golden doodle), icarus (spaniel-poodle mix)

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★ ﹒jensen!! ഒ

we met in high school!! being theater kids, we were often together for rehearsals. we kinda just became inseparable during our first tech week hehe. we shared pre-show rituals, random singing harmonies, and omg our first kiss was during a dress rehearsal for our school's production of heathers GEYFIQWFOF (i was veronica, he was j.d gulp!)

later, we also starred in projects such as mean girls, supernatural, and mr. and mrs. smith!! we’ve written songs together, done fake press interviews while brushing our teeth.. HELP, and we are just very silly very cutesy !!!!!!

fan conventions with him are always SOOO fun!! esp photo ops, i love when fans ask to do a pose or hold a sign that relates to our marriage hehe. btw! he designed my ring and it IS a pink sapphire thank yew

and i can go onnnnnnnn forever so i’ll just add this last thing...! he is SO DORKY!!!!!! OKAY LIKE.. FROM HIGH SCHOOL TO NOW AS A 48 YEAR OLD MAN i adore him sm omgqfoqf. we do that little finger boop thing to say a quick "ily" or "hii", he’ll flex his meaty biceps cuz he knows i GOON to his muscles mmmmmm, and he’ll do silly little voices out of nowhere UGH CAN YOU TELL I LOVE HIM

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★ ﹒filmography!! ഒ

from oldest to most recent — (dates are irrelevant shh) (pink names are custom made characters + bold are projects with my s/o jensen)

gilmore girls (s1-s4) - danielle holland

the craft - nancy downs

lady bird - christine "lady bird" mcpherson

girl interrupted - phoebe aquino

dexter (s2) - lila west

mean girls - gretchen wieners

jennifer's body - anita "needy" lesnicki

black swan - lily/black swan

suicide squad - harley quinn

little women - amy march

supernatural (s2-s15) - melanie "mel" parilla

wicked - galinda upland

mr. and mrs. smith - jane smith

sonic 4 - amy rose

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★ ﹒discography!! ഒ

thing like me

weird girl

coffee

roman's revenge

jealous

maggots

nurse’s office

lapinou

burning in my rainbow heart

shame

vampire empire

your best american girl

deception

sunday morning

august 10

she bangs like a fairy on acid

garden shed

i want you to love me - ft fiona apple

listen to my pulse race

once more to see you

amidst the apocalypse

bathwater gospel

i will - ft mitski

venus

stateside

beautiful boy

silk lingerie,

love songs

so i made a chapel of your name - ft jensen ackles

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★ ﹒brand!! ഒ

BOOP, DARLING — a perfume line based on albums/roles by sofia.

current perfumes

thing like me

notes: strawberry candy, vanilla cream soda, powdery musk, pink pepper

rainbow heartburn

notes: peach skin, tomato leaf, saffron, ozone

austin

notes: honeysuckle, lake water, warm cedar, crushed mint, sunscreen

witch, interrupted

notes: black plum, incense, burning sugar, violet leaf, leather

THIS IS SO EMBARASSING HELP IM SCARED TO POST THIS... theres so much more but i feel like this is already too long for an intro gulp ...!! will def be posting more abt this dr now tho whew! the images in this post are NOT F2U btw !!! except for the bunny + pastel dots div since those arent mine c:

[enticingmelanin]

Back from seeing Sinners for the third time. I really feel like I need to do a full breakdown of my thoughts.

This time around, I really honed in on the environmental sounds. The sound design is chef’s kiss. You FEEL like you're in Clarksdale, Mississippi, right there with them. It’s not only beautifully shot, it sounds beautiful AF. Ugh! I could keep watching forever.

Okay… I wasn’t too hard on Grace the first time I saw the film, but on this second and third watch? Nah. She wasn’t a real friend to the Black characters like Bo was. When she was negotiating with Smoke about the signs, notice how Bo mentions they only have red paint, and we KNOW the color red carries heavy risks and connotations. Then once Stack is killed, Bo wants to help, but Grace is basically begging him to grab the car and bounce. Like, “Fuck them.” Meanwhile, everyone else was looking out for her and Bo. And don’t get me started on Lisa. What Grace did left that poor girl an orphan… or worse.

It really reinforces the point that other communities often want to experience Black culture, but will drop us in a heartbeat—even if it ends up hurting them too. Cough this last election cough.

And THEN when Annie tells them they’re vampires and Remmick threatens her, suddenly Grace wants us to fight for her. Like… what?? As if everybody else in that room isn’t just as important. Once again, we’re expected to fight the good fight, sacrifice ourselves for others, and it’s rarely, if ever, returned. Yes, I said never. Because it’s not a critical mass of other communities showing up for us. It’s a handful, in the grand scheme of things.

Most of the characters were selfish... except Annie, Smoke, and Delta Slim. I would say Cornbread and Bo, but once they turned, they were lost and bloodthirsty. But even that could’ve been controlled, Stack didn’t go after Sammie, remember? I don't include Sammie in this critique, he did what he was supposed to do to fulfill his purpose in life.

Annie, Smoke, and Slim did what they were supposed to do. They looked out for each other until the very end. All three of them sacrificed themselves and helped others. You can tell how much Stack loved Annie and vice versa. He could’ve let her turn and joined her, but he respected her wishes. Annie was always protecting the twins, states between them stopped nothing. She passed on all that knowledge so they could survive. Delta Slim? That man kept his word. He sliced his arm open as a distraction so the others could escape. He lived a hard life and drowned his pain in alcohol, but he died a hero.

Now, back to my favorite theory… Stack having a thing for Annie. 😏 I was locked in on that moment when he bit her. He bites her, pauses, and then bites again. It felt like he had waited forever to “taste” her. This time, he beat his brother to it with Annie, even if it meant killing or turning her. I think Stack wanted her. Maybe he even noticed her first back in the day, but she was drawn to Smoke instead. Her spiritual, empathetic side was pulled to him, probably because Stack doesn’t show emotions the way Smoke does. There was definitely a wedge at some point, but they got past it. They’re twins; they love each other, even when it’s complicated.

I honestly don’t think there’ll ever be a time when this movie doesn’t make me emotional. It’s like a bittersweet, tragic dream come true. The White “savior” complex of Remmick and Mary completely wrecked everything. And no... I’m not changing my mind about Mary. I was more lenient on first watch, but she kept putting Stack and the whole community in danger. I get the “one-drop rule” and how it worked back then, but she still passed for White, and that put everyone at risk. One glance and a White person could’ve ended Stack right there. Delta Slim’s story about his friend being lynched over a lie involving a White woman? That sealed it.

Stack told her to leave him alone. He tried to push her away to protect her. But she defied him every chance she got, and other people paid the price. I get that she loved him, but he gave her every fair reason why they wouldn’t work. I’m not thrilled about them being the last ones together as vamps. Stack especially deserved peace, maybe even to reunite with his family in the afterlife. But I guess part of him felt like he couldn’t leave her behind in case she didn’t make it to the other side.

I could talk about this movie for hours, but I’ll stop here. Again… clean sweep come award season OR ELSE! 😏😍

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thank you so much! your request is perfect because i've associated this song with wonwoo so many times UGH hope you like this!!

this is part of my 550 followers celebration event! find the rest of the content of this event here!

genre: actors au, smut, toxic relationship, angst

word count: 4.4k

warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT very toxic and manipulative wonwoo, actor!wonwoo, self confidence issues, self-image issues, mentions of dieting to alter appearances, implied big age gap, fwb dynamics, usage of pet names (doll, love, babe, darling), dom-sub dynamics, dom!wonwoo, sub!reader, public sex, implied spanking and edging, unprotected sex (do not do this irl pls), mirror sex, mild bondage, oral (m. receiving, f. receiving), verbal fighting, very ambiguous ending.

wonwoo doesn't even know your name. but his eyes have been on yours through the entire evening of the post-premiere party. you're happy being a wallflower- you don't even expect anything else. Because why would anyone notice a simple side character when there are so many stars to steal the show?

and yet, his eyes have strayed to you through the crowds of the party. even when he's in the spotlight, even when all the cameras are flashing on him, even when his co-star, who's the highest-paid actress in the country right now, keeps rubbing her body against his arm; even when every other woman in the party is busy flaunting their figures and their charms to him; even when everyone has their eyes on him.

you think you're mistaken. you quietly sip on your cocktail, staying on the sidelines. you're not really looking for attention tonight. your character might be a small one, just a minor role, but you're still extremely proud of yourself. you've just made your film debut, and you're just twenty-three. young enough for just a little success to fuel infinite adrenaline, but also old enough to know how to control your fire. tonight is for the small victories for you, and you've made up your mind to retire early, and go home to your friends and actually begin the party.

"y/n?" you spin around so fast that your hair whips into your face.

"mr. jeon?"

wonwoo's right there, his hair slicked back with gel, wearing the hottest design of the season effortlessly. there's a pair of glasses sitting casually on his nose, one eyebrow slightly raised. "there's no need to be formal, you know. we are colleagues, please call me wonwoo."

your nervousness must be visible through your face, because wonwoo's eyes sparkle with amusement. frankly, you don't even know how wonwoo even knows your name. you haven't interacted with him directly through the film- except for the fifteen minutes of the climax scene where you were on the screen at the same time as him.

"i- i'm sorry. wonwoo."

"happy to see you here. hope you're enjoying the party?"

your breath stutters. "i- i am. yes, very much." it's a fucking lie. you haven't moved from this spot for the last half an hour, you've been sipping on the same cocktail for the last ten minutes, and you've only conversed with two more actors in the film who had equally small roles as you.

wonwoo smiles at you, and your heart skips a beat. it's the same effect he has on every goddamn person. it's why he's become who he is now- charming, handsome and everyone's walking wet dream. "i'll see you around, then." and then he's gone, your eyes left wide and your thoughts all scattered.

_

you see wonwoo again when he invites you to a party at his country house. you think he's mistakenly invited you, up until the moment that the gates open for you when the guards see your face. you're sure glad you specially bought a new dress for this occasion, because the party seems to be filled with the cream of the celebrities of the current scene. and yet, his eyes find yours again. "you're here." you've prepared yourself better now, so that he doesn't render you a stuttering, stumbling mess again. "i couldn't turn down your invitation, of course." you're wearing your favourite wine-shaded lipstick, and you've chosen a dress that tastefully shows enough skin to make you look more a woman and less a girl.

it works on wonwoo.

he steps closer to you, his eyes raking over your figure. you can see enough haze in his obsidian eyes to know his look is one of appreciation. it has a wild effect on you- the combined attack of the scent of his cologne and the way his hair's pushed off his forehead to expose his strong eyebrows has your blood rushing. "you look beautiful." your eyes raise to meet his, and he hands a glass of wine into your hands, his fingers lingering on to the ghost of your touch for a second too long. "thank you?" you cringe at the tone of your own words. "i- sorry. i don't know just how to react about the fact i'm here at your party." you purse your lips and avert your gaze, only stealing glances at wonwoo when he chuckles. "you're finding this funny." "i'm not laughing at you, i swear." the wine's pretty strong. you don't like the taste of it except you can't say so to wonwoo who must've spent the racks on this. "you are. but you must be used to this. fans, after all." "well, it is an honour that you're a fan." "honour? i'm sure it's not. i'm a nobody."

wonwoo leans in, closer to you, his voice low enough to ensure no one else hears him except you.

"a beautiful lady is never a nobody."

you stay next to wonwoo through the evening. on the sofa, in front of the guests, at the dining table, in the balcony when wonwoo takes a cigarette break. he doesn't leave your side all evening, and who are you to turn him away?

_

wonwoo takes you on his yacht the next weekend.

"i have to ask you something." you've worn your favourite jumpsuit for the occasion, and wonwoo's standing on the neck, a polo t-shirt snug on his body.

"yes?"

"what is it exactly that you're doing? you and i are not friends, jeon wonwoo."

"you're right. we're not friends." wonwoo lifts his sunglass off his eyes and stands close to you. the night air makes your hair fly off into the hair, and he extends a hand to touch the skin on your neck that's left exposed. "i don't want to be friends with you, y/n. i just want you."

you gulp. you hesitate. that's your biggest mistake. because it takes your heart that one idle second to fold into wonwoo's charms, and you part your lips at the way his fingers rub circles into the same sensitive spot on your neck.

"what do you think? will you let me touch you?" god, how can he say it so easily?

you tilt your head to give him better access.

_

wonwoo makes love to you on the deck that night. you're fully sober, you're barely 100 metres away from the coast where everyone can see you. but you still let wonwoo strip off your dress and lay you out on the deck to suck at your breasts and fuck his fingers into your wet, sloppy cunt. when your cum is smothered all over his hands, he takes you to his bedroom. your hands are tied back, your body arching to give him more access. there's so much he's giving you- so many sensations at once. he brings a cube of ice and rubs it over your nipples to soothe them after the way he's sucked them red for so long. when your body shivers because of the ice, he pulls you into his arms, whispering soothing praise in your ears- even going as far as letting you grind down on his thigh. your hands are freed as he drives his cock into your cunt, all at once. you scream out his name- you've never taken such a big cock, but you want to please him. so bad. so you let him thrust himself into you lazily until you're begging him to go faster.

somewhere in the middle of the night, you lose your mind and beg him to use you. wonwoo's smirk is a memory you'll never forget even if you don't see him ever again. it's a smirk that will remind you of the way he flipped you on top of him, laying you out on his lap, as he leans on the headboard of his bed and calmly fingers your cunt again, pushing his cum back into you, until your eyes roll back and you lose all sense of time and place.

the last thing you remember from that night is when wonwoo kisses you, and fucks you into the mattress, and you grasp onto his shoulders as he relentlessly pumps into you. "so lovely, my doll. you're my doll, isn't that right?" you don't even know what you're saying at this point- it's too late into the night and all your thoughts are clouded by just wonwoo. "yes. yours, yours, yours."

_

wonwoo comes to your apartment the next day, with a bouquet of calla lilies and takeout food. the food doesn't get eaten for dinner, you do. the food gets eaten the next morning, your entire body too weak to even stand up straight. he feeds you as he sits next to you on the bed, kissing your forehead every two seconds. he runs a bath for you, and lifts you straight from the bed to the tub, and kisses you until your entire body relaxes in the warm water.

you don't talk much about anything other than the lust running thick through your veins for the entire day. you turn on the tv to watch something, but you end up sucking wonwoo's cock when he sits back on your couch and holds the end of your head to ensure you're taking him to the back of your throat, murmuring praises to you without a moment's lapse. when your mouth is full of his cum, he asks you to tell you whose doll you are. you shake your head, knowing you're going to make a mess if you try to talk. "go on. don't make me ask you again." wonwoo's voice is low, rumbling like thunder as he stares down into your eyes.

"y- yours!" you say as carefully as you can, and yet so much of the cum spills down your chin onto your breasts, where wonwoo licks it clean off you. "so pretty, but so messy. do you want a break now, doll?"

"no. please- no." wonwoo coos at you, as his hand strays down to your pussy and he feels the way your panties have turned transculent with how turned on you are. "come onto my lap, doll."

that night, you skip dinner. the next day, you take breaks in between sex to eat on a single pizza you ordered for lunch. you've fucked on every damn surface in your apartment- from the kitchen counter to your bathroom floor, from the balcony to the guest bedroom, from the loveseat underneath the window to the dining table. and yet, you can't keep yourself away from this man, and wonwoo, surprisingly, doesn't want to leave either.

until he does.

"darling, i'm going to have to leave in the morning" you're spent, lying on the bed, heaving in breaths to calm your racing heart after an excrutiatingly long session of spanking and edging. "you do?" you turn around on your elbows to look at him, and he pulls you over his chest, resting your head on this pecs. "i do. i have shooting tomorrow. would you mind if i came back in the evening? or you could come to m-" "wonwoo. can we slow down?" he stops talking for a second. you stare at him, trying to read his face.

you see wonwoo think for a long moment. finally, you raise your eyebrows and ask him again, "well?" "we could but... i can't do slow with you, doll. you're driving me crazy."

there. he's taken your breath away again.

he flips you over, his tongue already licking the valley between your breasts. you shiver all over, his hands roam your skin to calm you down. "i want you so bad, you have no idea." oh, you think you do. jeon wonwoo's been in your apartment for four days straight- when he has a perfectly beautiful mansion waiting for him. he's gone without decent food. gone without working out, gone without any of his makeup or skincare, gone without picking any work calls. you know he must want you bad enough to completely forget about his work life to come spend these days with you, rutting in your bed for hours and hours.

but a candle that burns fast dies out quickly.

you cradle wonwoo's face in your hands, pulling him away from your breasts. "let's get some sleep, hmm? you have work tomorrow."

_

wonwoo is gone before you even wake up. your mouth is filled with a bitter taste as you recall how mindlessly you've spent the last week- on the yacht and now at your house. you check your emails. no callbacks or offers from the auditions you've given in the past month. it's disheartening, but nothing new. every aspiring artists suffers the same struggles. but to be honest, you'd rather choose this over taking up a different, safer profession, as your parents would call it. you can't imagine not doing acting- it's the one thing which has reciprocated your love for it through your life. well, you hope that once the film reaches more people, you can secure some role through future auditions. till then, you text the local theatre troupe you're a part of, and inform them that you'll be free for their next performance.

wonwoo calls you when it's already dark outside. "my car's outside. think you can come over for the night?" you want to say no. you want to restrict the attraction- because you know you're falling for someone for whom everyone falls, and he'll never take this seriously, whatever this is. but you're a moth drawn to a flame, ready to burn till the last moment.

"yes, i'll come down in ten minutes."

wonwoo's not in the car. his chauffeur takes you to his mansion, and you find him sitting in the lawn, smoking a cigarette. as soon as he sees you, he calls out to you. "y/n! you're finally here." he runs over to meet you halfway and picks you up in his arms. "what's this behaviour, wonwoo?" you're flustered as hell, a giggling mess in his arms. "i missed you too much. how was your day today?" wonwoo sits down on the exquisite-looking chaise in the middle of the lawn. you notice that there's no one else around, except nature and the moonlight. wonwoo pulls you into his lap, and you smile at the way his hands roam through your body. "just like any other day. didn't get any emails, did yoga and ate fruits because i need to diet." "you don't. whoever told you that?" you laugh. "your stylist, actually. she says i need a better figure to get more roles." wonwoo nose scrunches, and his fingers slip under your t-shirt to touch your skin. "i'm going to change my stylist." and then he kisses your neck when you laugh out loud, pushing your neck further to give him better access and you arch out your body to feel as much of him as you can.

the next morning, you wake up much after the sun's already overhead. wonwoo's still asleep next to you, his hair splayed out across the pillow, his face down on his pillow. he has a leg over your body, but you carefully escape and get out of bed.

there's a new mail in your inbox.

"fuck!" you shout out when you see the contents of the mail, not realising that wonwoo's still sleeping. he wakes up instantly and peers at you. "don't scream if i'm not making you scream, love. what's up?" his voice is broken but inviting, and you jump into the bed next to him. "i just got an offer to model for a brand!" wonwoo gasps, sitting up and wearing his glasses. "that's amazing, y/n!" "i know right! i've never modelled before- oh i really need to get on that diet now-" "babe. babe, no. you look perfect. you have no need to diet forcefully. they'll take you as you are, otherwise they don't deserve you." wonwoo pulls you into a hug, his bare skin so warm and soft, and you melt into his touch. after he holds you for many long minutes, you whisper to him so softly, he may not even hear it. "thank you, wonwoo." his gaze is soft when he looks at you, "let me show you how perfect you are."

and wonwoo takes you to his walk-in closet, where an entire wall is covered with mirrors. when the two of you are facing the mirror, he begins kissing your neck from behind you, peeling off your layers. "keep your eyes on yourself, doll. see how perfect you are." and he shows you. he gets on the floor, hooking one leg on his shoulder, as he eats you out. then he pushes you on the closed closet behind you, and fucks you while you hold on to it for dear life. the position makes your legs ache, but the mirror's visual of wonwoo's broad back and his thrusting into you, the way his dark mop of hair shakes when he grabs your breasts and sucks them, and the way his hands leave red marks on your hips with how hard he's holding you, leaves you feeling too aroused and dirty to ask him to take this somewhere else.

_

you almost move in to wonwoo's house over the next month, with how much time you spend with him. he brings over your clothes and other belongings to his house, he drives you around everywhere, and he makes love to you like a touch-starved man every night. and you love it. you love the feeling of having wonwoo all to yourself. even when there are hundreds of other people waiting for him, craving for his touch, you have the power to make wonwoo fall to his knees for you, and it makes you high. you're on top of the world, and you fail to see who's put you there.

your career also radically takes off- must be the after effect of the film. you get several modelling offers, advertisements and even a magazine cover featuring actors who've originated from roots in theatre. but the real kill is when your application to the audition for a role at one of the most anticipated tv shows of the next year gets accepted. wonwoo smothers you with sweet kisses when you tell him the news, and although you haven't labelled anything, it starts to feel too domestic for you to think he's no longer serious about you. for he often texts you as wife, takes you out to secret dates where you're kissing in alleys, and eats dinner with you every night. he makes you feel so good, you can't be bothered to worry about anything.

you know wonwoo's at his shooting spot when you arrive at the hall where the film audition's taking place. so you're incredibly surprised to see that he's sitting right next to the director of the film on the audition panel. "what are you doing here?" you text him as you wait for your turn to audition. "nothing- just a favour for an old friend. don't worry, babe. i won't be judging. i won't even be saying a word." he texts you back. you look up at him from your spot in the wings, and you smirk when your eyes meet his. he winks at you, and in spite of all the distance, your heart flutters.

you pass the audition. you're also offered a role promotion- from the side chick of the villain, you're now the male lead's second love interest. "no surprise, babe. you did so well," wonwoo tells you later when he's kissing you in the back of the car. "how can you say that! the others were so good. i was literally so nervous!" he pulls away from the spot he's been biting hickeys into on your neck, and laughs. "you've gotta work on your confidence, babe. but not on your talent. no one there was better than you, and you should know it."

_

wonwoo finishes filming for his project by the end of the next month. he insists you accompany him to the pre-release party- which is frankly a little shocking.

"are you sure you want to be seen with me?" you ask him from the corner of the bed, and wonwoo kneels before you, tying the strings of your heels. "are you serious right now? god, what happened to all those discussions about confidence?" you sigh, pouting as he looks up at you. "i don't know. what if your fans don't like me? you know how fans can be." wonwoo laughs. "no, i don't." you roll your eyes, "that's because you've never-" been seen publicly with someone you're dating, you want to say. but your words trail off when you realise wonwoo's never really said he's dating you. you might be friends with benefits in his mind, even though he calls you love and babe.

he finishes tying up your heels and looks at you. "hmm?" "what i mean is that- i'm a nobody, wonwoo. i don't want your image to be affected because me." he laughs, "you're not nobody. you're y/n. and you don't have to worry about me. nothing you do can affect my public image.

wonwoo's words act like a shot of confidence injected into your bloodstream, and you hold your head up high when you get out of the car, expecting wonwoo to join you from the other side of the car.

he doesn't.

he immediately moves on to where his co-stars are standing, flashing dazzling smiles to the press waiting for him. it's an understandable move, but it makes you feel very disoriented for a second as you get a grip on yourself. you're not nobody. not a single camera flashes to capture you. you're not nobody. not a single head turns to look at you. you're not nobody. you're a wallflower again, back where wonwoo found you six months ago. nothing's changed. you are nobody.

after a few drinks and some small talk with people you see, you escape to take a break in the bathroom. you're just about to get out after taking a few minutes to recover, when you find wonwoo standing right outside. "wonwoo?" "let me in, babe." you're confused but he smiles and slowly comes in. "what's wr-" he doesn't respond, he pushes you against the tiled wall and kisses you. "i miss you, that's all." and with a few touches, he makes you forget all doubts in your mind. almost. "you look so good tonight, left me with a boner all evening." "no one asked you to be away from me." you whisper in between moans as his hands spread the slit of your dress and find your clothed pussy. "shhh. don't be a brat now, doll. think you'll let me fuck your mouth quickly? darling, don't refuse me now. i'll make it up to you when we get home. i can't possibly walk around with this boner all night." he makes sure not to leave hickeys on your neck, but the way he's touching you makes you weak. "yes, fuck. please, wonwoo."

so you get on your knees in the bathroom of this five-star hotel's hall, your knees cold against the tile, and take out wonwoo's thick red cock from his pants. it is painfully hard, and you take it in one go, your mouth used to the stretch by now. it takes you less than five minutes to get him to cum, thankfully he finishes in the washbasin and not in your mouth. when the redness of his eyes have subsided from the orgasm, he kisses your cheek, whispering good girl to you, and leaves you. your throat is raw, your underwear uncomfortable and your skin cold. but you're sure no one will notice even if your lipstick's ruined.

_

you hand wonwoo your phone, showing him a few screenshots open. there's conversations happening on social media about your upcoming film, but it's not good publicity. there's apparently a chat that's been leaked, claiming that you got the role only because you're sleeping with wonwoo.

"is it true?"

wonwoo takes a glance at your phone, before returning to the game he's playing on his laptop. "of course not, babe."

"what about the chat?"

"you know how rumours start."

"wonwoo, look at me and reply."

"one second. i need to finish this round."

"wonwoo!" he finally looks at you. "what?" "tell me the truth. look into my eyes and tell me the truth." "i told you already. it's all false." "wonwoo, i would rather not get roles than get it through you."

he laughs. "really? someone's grown up with a lot of morals, i see."

"i'm serious."

the expression on his face morphs from one of mirth to a serious look you've never seen in real life, only in his film when he's seconds away from nabbing the villain. "are you? would you honestly rather be poor than successful with a little bit of help?"

your blood boils, and you stand up, moving away from him. "so you're admitting it?" your voice grows high pitched, but you're feeling unstable. "to what?" "fixing the audition?" wonwoo laughs again. "what about it? you dese-" "do not bullshit me, wonwoo. did you or did you not?" "y/n-" "why were you there that day? did you or did you not, wonwoo, i need to know!"

"i did." there's a look of amusement in his eyes, but it's not attractive at all. "i did because i could. because i don't want to date someone who's dirt poor and on the edges of the industry."

your breath stops in your throat. for a second you think you're going to choke and die, but then wonwoo reaches out and touches your cheeks. "i was just looking out for you, love." you stand frozen, numb against his touch. you can't look into his eyes, you fear the venom in their darkness.

"fuck you, jeon wonwoo."

his hand stops around your jaw. "what?"

"you can go get high on your power and fame. don't use me to boost your own ego." you finally look up at him. "fuck you."

wonwoo smirks.

"it'll sting for a bit. just like sex. it'll get really pleasant soon when the fruits start coming in. you're my smart doll, aren't you?"

[lunarheir007]

My opinions on how to train your dragon: the hidden world (if you liked the 3rd movie, look away):

while there are definitely things I enjoyed about the 3rd film, there are also a lot of problems with it that make me view the 2nd film as the end of the canon content.

First I don’t hate the ending, in fact I like the emotional ending of the dragons leaving (I wish it didn’t end that way but thats a whole different thing). What I hate is why toothless left in the first place. He left for a female dragon he knew for like a day. I’m sorry you’re throwing away a SIX YEAR friendship for a girl you met in A DAY. (Also mind you he literally became the alpha in the last movie to protect Hiccup so…) I don’t buy it. The ending would be so much better if there was no light fury and toothless and hiccup realize the dragons need to leave to be safe. Toothless leaving for the safety of his species is a good ending. What makes it not work for me is the light fury. I would have preferred if the light fury didn’t exist (besides just hating the concept her design is also lazy). If she needs to be in the movie, they should have limited her impact. Too much time was spent on this light fury that overall didn’t add much to the story for me.

Secondly, grimmel. UGH I did not like him. He just was not a good villain by any means. He was set up to be this brilliant and calculated villain but he fell extremely flat. Most of his calculated “genius” moves only paid off because the gang made mistake after mistake. (Truthfully hiccup made so many unhiccup like decisions in this film). Also, I did not like the rehashed “dragons working for the bad guy” trope. Grimmel is supposed to be this masterclass dragon hunter, so why does he need dragons to help him? It makes no sense (and quite frankly having a villain who didn’t need dragons to take down other dragons would be way more scary than what we got).

My favorite villain is Viggo Grimborn because they set him up as the strategic game player and actually back it up. I stand by the fact that Viggo is what they wanted Grimmel to be. Viggo is actually the smart villain they wanted grimmel to be because his wins don’t come about because hiccup or the gang make a stupid mistake. He wins because he is out thinking hiccup. Like hiccup is playing an amazing game and is making good moves, Viggo just makes better ones. Viggo also benefits from being a tv show villain since they have more time to build up his character. In that same vein, I think Grimmel would have been a better tv show villain because for his type of character you need more build up.

Lastly, leaving Berk/the hidden world. First off you could just tell it was such a forced in plot point. Like how was grimmel so much more of threat than Drago and a colossal sized alpha dragon that they needed to leave berk (again in part to the lack of development of Grimmel). I just didn’t feel that there were enough stakes for them to leave Berk.

Don’t even get my started on the characters. Everyone was pushed aside except for hiccup, Astrid and toothless. Let’s not even get into snotlout’s weird obsession with Valka (why couldn’t they have just made her a mother figure for the gang idk). Toothless losing everything that made him a terrifying dragon that was called the offspring of lighting and death itself. Like I get he is supposed to be like tamed and all that but the 2nd movie was a good balance between the two. Why did they have to push it even farther?

Anyway, that’s my rant on the third movie.

[tempestimes]

Last week I was going to write an essay on the symbolic parallels of the imagery in Ave Mujica to Revolutionary Girl Utena aka The Lesbian Anime ever, but right now I'm also just disappointed by episode 11 because of. Everything. It feels weird to make so many references to such an iconic queer anime then slap the "and they were related !!" thing on a major (albeit unhealthy) ship. To be clear, I'm not an Uisaki shipper and I never saw Uisaki as endgame, mainly because Uika's obsession over Sakiko is far from healthy and is clearly not romanticized or portrayed in a positive light. It clearly has an impact on Uika's ability to function and maintain other relationships and obviously Saki is not happy about this. But at the same time, there were so many connections I could draw between the imagery in Uika and Saki's relationship and Utena and Anthy's.

The MV for Imprisoned XII is packed with Utena imagery:

The coffin filled with roses a girl is sleeping in.

2. The endless stairway up to "eternity" (which is supposedly some kind of freedom, but that freedom is only an illusion constructed by the people who control the greater stage play)

3. The setting of the bird-cage like garden.

And then there's the references/imagery inside of the actual show itself.

Sakiko reading Demain, which has this iconic line about a bird breaking out of its shell, which is referenced repeatedly in Utena.

2. The two cups of coffee Uika always makes for herself and Sakiko, and the cups of tea Anthy and Utena share. (The "I poisoned the tea" and the "Well, I poisoned the cookies" bit in RGU ugh UGH)

3. The theatrical and stage play nature of Ave Mujica itself and the artificial world/theatricality of RGU (perhaps best illustrated by the Shadow Play or the moving architecture much like stage pieces in the film Adolescence of Utena).

Additional note: the line between Gothic dolls and fairytale princes/princess ough ough.

Additional additional note: Uika was designed to be fairly ambiguous in gender, which really interests me as this relates to Utena Tenjou and her masculine gender presentation as a way to be more "prince-like" but also her insistence she is "still just a girl" wearing a boy's uniform.

Additional note to the additional additional: Y'all remember all the fanart of Sakiko stabbing Uika with the "you could never be my prince, because you are a girl" line, right? Y'all know that's a direct reference to Utena right?

There's probably more I'm missing out on but these makes me so conflicted about how Uika and Sakiko's relationship is portrayed.

Both Uika and Utena have this interest in/curiosity for a girl (Sakiko, Anthy) who is trapped in a patriarchal system where she is at once idolized and villainized (along with other factors playing into the complicated nature of each of their situations, Sakiko's being class and Anthy's being race). But whereas Utena takes that scene she saw as a child of Anthy's suffering and decides to become a prince/play into gender roles to save Anthy from cycles of abuse (something Anthy can only step out of on her own later on), Uika - being a lonely and isolated child- built up an idealized image of the girl who her sister got to experience joy with, the girl who had all that she was denied, the girl who could give her meaning, and ended up becoming incredibly and deeply obsessive over someone who was ultimately her family member. I could go deeper into some of the Sakiko and Anthy parallels, but it is just so heavy.

I don't think I need to go into detail about how fucked up is (especially because of fucking Akio Himemiya and what he did to Anthy), but yeah. It just feels like a slap in the face to make so many (what felt to like to me) clear references to an iconic queer anime about disrupting cycles of abuse, the patriarchy, and victims of abuse and assault and then also add on the "and they're related and if you thought Uika's obsessiveness was bad you don't know the HALF of it"

Maybe I'm just way out there for making all of these connections between Ave Mujica and RGU, but this connection I made early on in the show definitely impacted how I felt about episode 11 and the Imprisoned XII MV. If you like toxic yuri, then you do you. This just isn't my cup of tea and I'll leave it at that.

[clairivia]

Kpop Demon Hunters (2025)

A film that follows Huntrix, an idol band, featuring our protagonist, Rumi & her two friends Zoey and Mira. They're demon hunters, who use the power of song to protect the world from demons. Things get complicated & messy when the demons form a boyband, Saja Boys, in order to combat Huntrix.

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

I loved the animation, especially the scene where Zoey's eyes turned into corn, then popcorn and Mira was eating the popcorn that was coming out of Zoey's eyes. It's wonderfully comedic & utilizes 3D animation. This can be said the same for the scene where they visit the doctor and his eyeballs enlargen & swell up. My favourite scene that used animation well, is when the Saja Boys' are singing Soda Pop and the city is washed with a pretty shade of purple as they sing. The first song and the animation was just, ugh. The action pairing with the music was soooo good.

I also really liked the character designs for all the girls, I think my favorite was definitely Rumi's. I loved her hair. The songs are super catchy and my favorite is TAKE DOWN. (Perhaps in the future I will do a review of the songs).

My biggest complaint of KDH, is that it was simply too short. I think that it would have been better if it was a series, since the exploration of the KDH universe is too much for a movie. I felt a few times whilst I was watching, it seemed like the movie was talking to me. I remember the moment where Rumi was talking to Jinu about her scars fading because of him, and I was like "when did that happen? I didn't even see that".

Instead of Jinu saying "Ah the voices are disappearing", I think it would have been more interesting if we had a moment where the voices literally manifested into his sister and mother. Or like when he looked at the girl who gave him the drawing, he saw his sister momentarily. Or maybe shadows that haunt him constantly that receed when he can't hear the voices anymore. Or maybe his scars glow, like Rumi's, because he's accepted himself. I wish the theme of shame was like.. since in the beginning, Jinu told Rumi that he left his family and she comforted him, his scars started glowing temporarily. And then when he admits the truth that he left them, his scars return back to being dark. It could have been an interesting message of, how lying to yourself about the brevity of your actions causes more pain in the long run.

Also, how did Jinu get the music for TAKE DOWN? I feel like Zoey wasn't fleshed out as much as the other girls, aside from when they were at HAN clinic & the doctor was talking about how her "eagerness to please". I think the moment where Rumi was talking about the lyrics of TAKE DOWN being too harsh & cruel and Zoey pulling out all her notebooks. I feel like there could have been a scene, where Zoey felt a bit useless since all her lyrics weren't helping. I really liked how Rumi felt conflicted, because it's almost speaking to her, a half-demon. I loved how it was used at the end to really hurt her.

The passing comment of Mira saying that "I guess I don't deserve a family", really struck me. I wish it was expanded, maybe Mira has a locket of the three together, or maybe her mom calls her and Mira ignores it.

Most of the Saja boys are ugly, aside from Jinu, and like, I don't even know their names.

I wish they expanded more on the theme of identity & shame, I think that the message is good, like embrace every part of yourself, because even if others shun you for something, you can't do anything about it. About Rumi's scars, I remember thinking why didn't she go to Celine initially, since her scars were growing and affecting her voice. Moreover, did her scars also affect her arms/the rest of her body? If it can affect her voice, why not the rest of her body?

Anyways, I probably have more thoughts, I just haven't thought of them. Please reblog & comment!!! I'd love to talk to other people and what they feel too. If anyone is knowledge about Korean culture & how it influenced kdh, please comment! I'd love to know more.

[hannahssimblr]

She calls while I’m out on a job. One hand on the handlebars, the other holding my phone. “Yeah?”

“What are you up to?” 

“Working.” 

Around her voice are the sounds of gently lapping water, ambient music, like Enya or something. 

“Astrid, are you in the bath?”

“Yes.” Of course she is. She’s always in the bath. “You could join me.”

“You want me to join you in it,” I echo, and look down at myself. Bike grease on my hands from the chain falling off, the bandage from my coffee burn still wound around my palm. “I don’t really fit in that bath anyway, do I?”

“Hm,” she says. “No, but I don’t mind. We can just get bathwater all over the floor like the last time.”

I soften, drag my bike onto the kerb and lock it to the railings. “Yeah. That was nice.”

“Come over. When are you finished?” This is what she does. Puts on that whiny little voice to coax me over to her. Never “I miss you”, never “I want to see you.” Just “Come over now.” First making sure to place herself in some erotic situation designed to manipulate the caveman part of my brain.

“I dunno, like, an hour. Hour and a half, maybe. Depends on how many more restaurants need me for delivery.”

“Where are you?”

I glance around. “Near the Bavarian Quarter, I think.”

“Ugh. You’re far.”

“Yeah.”

She sighs, a great, world-weary sigh. “I won’t wait in the bath so long.”

“Wouldn’t recommend it. Look, just hang in there and I’ll come when I can. Have you eaten?”

“No.”

“Ah, you wanted me to make you something.”

“No, I wanted you to join me in the bath.”

To this I laugh, aware of the minutes I’m wasting, but they don’t seem so important. “I know what you’re doing, Larsen. If you can wait a couple of hours, then I’ll come cook.”

“If I ordered something, what are the chances it will be you that delivers it?”

“Slim.”

“Ugh! Fine. I will wait.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too. Don’t be too long.”

“It could be two hours–” I reiterate, but she’s gone. Dead air on the phone. I stuff it back into my pocket and take pizzas from the insulated bag strapped to the back of my bicycle. Apartment 5C implies the fifth floor. I sigh, and hit the bell so they can buzz me in. 

None of these places ever have lifts. It’s inevitable. And the people who order takeaway food always live on the highest floors of their buildings, up spiral after spiral of tiled staircase. By the time I get there, I can barely wheeze out a “thanks, have a good night.” Legs shaking on the way back down. I’ve quit the gym. Couldn’t afford it anymore, but this job provides enough exercise for it to be redundant. Another eight kilometer cycle. Another lift that doesn’t work. Another set of fucking stairs.

The lifts that do work, by the way, are the ones from like, the turn of the century. The ones the allied bombs never got, with the metal grate you manually pull across, shuddering their way up inside the building as you obsessively picture old cables snapping like in a film, and you plummeting towards the basement to your demise. Astrid’s lift is one of those, and as I stand in it after my shift, legs exhausted and that ear ringing throb of silence after a long day, I think that if the cables snapped now, if these gears squeaked as they gave, sending me hurtling down the shaft, I might be too tired to try to save myself. Might not be bothered to scream. 

“Oh, you’re here,” she says, unlocking the door. “You smell like the outside.” She smells of soap and lotion, a waft of scent that I trail towards the kitchenette where she boils some water for coffee, while I lay down the bag of ingredients for dinner. 

Her face is pink and clean, scrubbed of makeup, with her hair twisted in a knot at the top of her head. She looks at me, head to toe, cuts and stains and dirty jeans. “You can take a shower, if you like.”

“Yeah, I would actually like that.” I leave the bathroom door open as I undress and run the shower. One of those awkward shower heads positioned above the bath. Old plumbing, with a hot and cold tap that requires precision balancing for a bearable temperature. 

“Sorry I’m later than usual,” I call out as steam fills the little room. “A few late orders came in for this Korean restaurant, and I was close by, so I thought I’d just grab the job.”

“It’s fine.”

“I wish you would have just eaten. You must be starving.”

“Well, you promised you would cook.”

“Yeah, I did.”

Her now, digging through her drawers. “I will give you clean clothes to change into when you finish.”

“Do I have clothes here?”

“A T-shirt and some boxer shorts.”

“You want me to just wear those?”

She pauses at the door, grimacing slightly at my rumpled jeans on the floor. “I don’t want you wearing those.”

“Okay, fine.” Inside the shower, I wash my hair with her fancy shampoos and conditioners. Pouring then a handful of some iridescent pink shower gel into my palm and forming a lather on my chest. “I met this complete dickhead at a door tonight, by the way,” I tell her. From the living room she utters a vaguely interested “hm?”

“He went apeshit at me for forgetting the dip for his pizza.”

“Oh. I hate when they forget that.”

“Well, yeah, ‘they’ meaning the restaurant, not the delivery person.”

“Oh, well, I suppose the people getting the pizza don’t know. They just know that part of their order is missing.”

I pause. “But they should use common sense and realise that I’m just a middleman. It’s not my fault the restaurant fucked it up, you know? People are just stupid, I think.”

She doesn’t reply. 

“Astrid?”

“Oh, I was looking at my phone. Say it again?”

“It’s fine.”

I grab her nail brush and scrub the dirt from beneath my fingernails. The bristles emerge black with bicycle grease. “It’s just, like, you meet all kinds of people when you do a job like this. I think you’d be shocked.”

“Mm,” she says, stopping in the doorway, now. “I just think there’s so little benefit to it. You don’t enjoy it, and it takes all your free time.”

“I know, but I need the money.”

“You could work less. You don’t need to work every night of the week, and weekends, too.”

With some irritation, I glance at her. “Yeah, after a while, maybe, but for now I’m really just focussed on paying you back for January’s rent.”

“Oh, mhm,” she steps out of the doorway and once again out of sight. It is a situation she cannot stand. A conversation she can’t bear to have. Her, forking out the money I owed the landlady before leaving Kreuzberg like it was a humiliation ritual. “I’ll pay you back,” I swore, as she cringed, unable to meet my eye, pained expression, like the words hurt. 

After towelling myself off, I dress in the clean clothes she has left in the door, arms, legs, feet bare, and it is cold. I graze a radiator as I pass, and it is on, but this is an old building. Badly insulated. It’s never really warm in here except for the summer, when it becomes unbearable, all the heat rising here to the top floor. Unable to open the windows because of the church bells that ring four times an hour throughout the night. 

Astrid hums over the sound of the extractor fan, eyes on her laptop while I cook. I peel and slice the carrots, julienne style. Fry lardons. Boil noodles. With a fork, I mix tonkatsu sauce with sesame oil and sake wine. Her fingers drum the keyboard. 

“What’s on your computer?”

“I’m just researching.”

“Oh, for art history?”

“No,” a pause, deliberate, then, too casually, adds “Valencia.”

“In Spain?”

“Mm. Trying to decide if I’d rather go to Valencia or Seville.”

I suppress my surge of annoyance. Take a slow breath while I rinse the mushrooms. “Oh yeah? When are you going to Spain?”

“I was thinking I am so tired of being cold. Sick of winter. I want to go where the sun shines.”

“Ah. With friends, is it?”

“Hm?”

“You’re going with your friends?”

She doesn’t look up. “No. You and me, I thought.”

There’s a prickling sensation in my head. My fingers reflexively squeeze the handle of the spatula. “When would we do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. In a couple of weeks. There’s a hotel in the centre of Valencia that looks perfect.”

Ah, there it is. She’s mad at me. Another fight disguised as conversation. Look at that haughty tilt of her head, the way her lips purse. She approaches conflict in this way for reasons I cannot understand. At times I wonder whether she does either, or if it's some instinct she has. An allergy to directness. “You know I can't do that, Astrid,” I say, half embarrassed to even have to say it. “I wish you wouldn’t do this.”

“Do what, exactly?”

“Put me in this situation. Deliberately. You know I can’t do that. Travelling is impossible right now. I don’t even want to have this conversation.”

When I look at her, her eyebrow is arched. “Well, you’re going to Ireland this weekend.”

“Yeah. The flight was fifteen euros. I have to fly Ryanair, I–” I break off to scoff and scrape burnt onion off the bottom of the pan. “You know how I am about Ryanair. I don’t fucking fly them. My legs don’t fit in their fucking seats. I hate the music they play at the end, then, bloody shoving lottery tickets in my face. This is not a luxurious experience I am excited about. It’s an obligatory visit to my family, and then dinner with a few friends.”

“Oh, you’re having dinner? At a restaurant?”

“Yeah. We booked a fairly shitty Mexican place. And I’ll probably have, like, one drink and no dessert, so don’t get excited about it.”

She frowns. “Why are you using this tone?”

“I don’t know.” 

I let the silence go on as I assemble our meal. Plates clacking together. Sound of cutlery in the drawer, and Astrid has stopped typing. She’s looking at me, but I avoid her gaze until I’m at the table, picking at my dinner in the seat beside her. 

“I’ll figure it out,” I mutter. Not exactly sure if I mean the rent, my bank account, or the distance that has crept in like a draft under the door. 

“Yeah, I know,” she says, twisting noodles around her fork, but not yet eating them. She means it, I think. I hope. Has faith that I’ll get it right, eventually. I reach out and rest my hand on her arm. Soft, warm, real. It’s weird now, but we’re still us, I think. Right?  

She’s watching me, intelligent eyes flicking about my face in search for something. Proof, maybe, confirmation, then she leans toward me a little. An invitation or a test. I hesitate for a moment before kissing her. Warm and slow, and my hand on her neck, wanting to feel the place where her pulse jumps, where it changes as I touch her. If I don’t think too hard about it, this feels normal. I try not to wonder whether she feels the same, or if she notices where it is different.

“You’ll take me to Valencia another time,” she insists, and to this I give her a soft, noncommittal “mhm,” murmured against her mouth. 

She closes the laptop with a soft click. “Okay, then.” Patient tone on her. I'm being let off the hook. This is something stored away for later, for when I’ve figured it out, for when things are better. I squeeze her hand, and she squeezes back. Pretending love is enough. Leaning, both leaning, on the hope that it is.

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[calsvoid]

ten (sorta) thoughts on squid game season 2 (SPOILERS):

1. holy fuck this season was so beautiful and the creative genius behind it was so wonderful

2. the rock paper scissors minus one scene has got to be the most intense game scene out of every single one (not game, but game SCENE, as in watching these two friends who i didn’t even care about half a second before be forced to bet their lives against each other only for one of them to be placed with a guaranteed win and not take it was probably the craziest thing to ever happen and fuck having that be the first episode truly through me for a spin)

3. speaking of, the guy that lived (who is known as guy with the wife because me and my brother kept saying that he has a wife as a reason why we want him to live) is one of my favs for no reason, i hope he gets out alright DONT YOU DARE DO ANYTHING TO HIM CAP’N I TRUSTED YOU

4. i knew as soon as they started having two girls bond i was done for and i spent every moment of theirs begging for both of them to live because i think i’ve seen this film before and i didn’t like the ending

5. soooooo many characters and character dynamics were just absolute chef’s kiss and it helps so much with that buildup of hope and tension; last season obviously had some wonderful people and relationships (i’m still not and never will be over the marble game) but something about this new cast was just absolutely wonderful. there were almost no characters i didn’t like or wasn’t invested in, and i am very excited to see how they turn out next season. hyun-ju’s group, gi-hun’s group, hell even thanos’s group i enjoyed all of them. min-su’s betrayal fucked me up so bad though and him failing to save her and having to see her die FUCK. also young-mi’s death was so painful, especially since she was the first main group member death. the mom and son were hilarious im going to fight god if they don’t end up together in either life or death

6. all about women’s rights and women’s wrongs this season, number 11 i love you and i hope you find your child i will kill your almost rapists for you. i don’t care that i hate the military hyun-ju is hot with a gun and she can fuck me with one of she wants. i pray for that fetus please let them get out alive. the mom was fantastic and such a nostalgic character, very accurate portrayal of an auntie and i love her for that. shaman queen is batshit crazy and good for her

7. the set design yall fucking BEAUTIFUL. i can’t describe it, but it just adds so much to that deceitful hope with all the rainbows and clean lines. and also the use of the stairs during the gun fights, ugh so amazing what a great way to repurpose that set

8. ALSO THE ADDED KNOWLEDGE OF THE SOLDIERS SIDE, god i love the extra lore behind their recruitment, their system, all that. loved the twist and as i’ve said i love number 11 shes my queen

9. god seong gi-hun had me ROOTING for him. his sheer determination was felt by me too and i really hoped that he would finally get to get justice, that finale just hurt all that much more

10. i wanted so badly for inho to end up having a semi-redemption arc even though it was unlikely, i unfortunately fell for his manipulation and wanted to believe in him god it hurt watching him use the sounds of someone else’s death to trick gi-hun

[pseudophan]

nora your gifsets are incredible these are like. beautiful pieces of art i feel like i can barely comprehend. love finding art mediums i don't know shit about and being absolutely baffled and awed by it <3 (i'm being so genuine, i didn't even know that kind of thing was possible and have no idea how you'd go about doing it but it looks so cool)

THANK YOUUU 😭 more elaborate gifsets/graphics/edits are becoming a bit of a lost art on tumblr in recent years, like people do still make them but they used to be huuuuge. many reasons why that is, but nevermind all of them honestly i just wanna bring them back cause they're SO COOL. and so uniquely tumblr. a lot of the techniques used are universal graphic design (and sometimes animation) type stuff of course, and you can find non-gif graphics everywhere online, but the big elaborate gifs specifically are very much a tumblr specialty and i find it so sad that they aren't as prevalent anymore

this is kind of the worst fandom for it though lmao, loooove dan and phil but youtube videos are so ASSSSS compared to what you can do with well lit professionally filmed footage. i keep seeing gifmakers in other fandoms going "ugh i had to make do with the regular hd version of this episode cause the 4k one isn't torrentable yet :/" brother you don't know how good you have it..... not only are dan and phil's videos lit like absolute shit (sorry guys love you) and naturally not filmed on a fancy camera, youtube also compresses videos real bad, so there really is a limit to how much you can do with the footage. HOWEVER... i must persist. and i think more people should too! join me in dicking around in photoshop until you get a horrible headache, despite the constant complaints it is fun i promise