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Go (1999)

Go (1999) #Review

Synopsis- A group of people get involved in a drug deal due to various circumstances during Christmas. Soon, they try to find a way to escape the problematic situation. Director- Doug Liman Starring – Timothy Olyphant, Sarah Polley, Katie Holmes, Tay Diggs, Jay Mohr, Melissa McCarthy Genre- Comedy | Crime Released – 1999 ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4 out of 5. Doug Liman’s 1999 film “Go” is a high-octane…

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& since i’m on the subject of allusions tonight:

let’s talk about rwby’s actual oz allusions

so, generally speaking, the fandom—understandably perplexed by how tangential or even superficial rwby’s reference to the wizard of oz appears to be—takes the oz allusions in one of two ways: either, 1. the core ozian characters are deconstructions of the correlating oz character [the scarecrow drinks, the tin man throws his heart away, etc.] or 2. the oz allusions are a deliberate red herring intended to misdirect attention from the deeper or truer allusion to whatever, whence the g.u.n. theory or the bastardized norse myth madlibbing and so forth; or on occasion both at once.

the first camp has a lot of interesting things to say that i would probably find persuasive were it not for the fact that they also keep wrestling unsatisfyingly with the persistent questions of:

1. who is dorothy?

2. what about raven and summer and tai? (oh my)

3. how do the ozma/wizard/tip and ozma/ozpin/oscar trifectas fit together?

and the answers to all of these questions are in fact pretty straightforward...

...the trick is just that rwby isn’t alluding to the wizard of oz.

for the uninitiated there are a lot of oz books. there are-- there are so many oz books. fortunately for my sanity however rwby appears to be focusing primarily on one, the marvelous land of oz, which occurs not too very long after the wizard’s departure from oz at the end of the wonderful wizard of oz.

now, i will say up front that you are going to look at this list and immediately go “wait. what?” but just... trust me, ok? here we go.

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE? god of light → mombi* ozma → ozma/tippetarius ozpin → the wizard oscar → jack pumpkinhead glynda → good witch of the ✨north✨ [NOT GLINDA] theodore  → dorothy gale lionheart → the soldier with the green whiskers ironwood → nick chopper [the tin woodman] qrow  → the scarecrow raven  → the woggle-bug taiyang → the cowardly lion [provisionally**] maria → the sawhorse summer rose → general jinjur and, last but not least, salem → glinda the good [TRUST. ME.]

*the god of darkness is sir not appearing in this book, but if rwby does what i think it will re: theodore, i’d place my bets on the nome king.

**taiyang is an unknown quantity in that i don’t think his primary role in the narrative has revealed itself yet; he might alternatively turn out to be the gump or the queen of the field mice. my money is on the lion, though, because the lion is also sir not appearing in this book but, like dorothy, appears in the next as a member of ozma’s retinue.

MARVELOUS LAND OF OZ ANY% NO GLITCH—

long story short, in the before times the land of oz was ruled by a king named pastoria who took up with the fairy-queen lurline and had a baby, ozma, rightful heir to the ozian throne; shortly thereafter, oscar diggs crash landed in oz, deposed pastoria, disappeared the infant princess by giving her to mombi, sorceress of the north, and became ✨the wizard✨. ...some... amount of time later, dorothy crash lands in oz, yellow brick road, silver slippers, smashes one witch and melts another, yada yada, the wizard sails off back to omaha in his hot air balloon, CUE MARVELOUS LAND; the starting positions are thus:

the scarecrow sits on the throne of oz in the emerald city, having been appointed to rule in the wizard’s stead on account of being Very Wise.

winkie country, liberated from the tyranny of the wicked witch of the west, is now the domain of the tin woodman.

dorothy is back in kansas where everything is grey and sandy and horrible.

the lion is...somewhere, presumably doing king-of-the-forest things.

glinda the good is occupied with research [trying to find out what the wizard did with ozma] in her home in quadling country, to the south.

QUOTE, the winged monkeys are now the slaves of glinda the good, who owns the golden cap that commands their services, END QUOTE.

mombi transformed the infant ozma into a boy named tippetarius because, why not, and raised him as her ward on a farm in gillikin country, to the north.

tip is a teenager and he does teenager things like making a life-sized puppet with a jack-o-lantern head to scare mombi with, as one does, and mombi has about had enough of this so she brews up a potion to turn him into a marble statue, as one does, and tip who does not especially want to be turned into a marble statue instead steals a pepper-box full of magic powder that makes things come to life, and runs away with his newly animate bestie/son jack pumpkinhead, AS ONE DOES. subsequently uses the magic powder to make a wooden sawhorse come to life so they don’t have to hoof it all the way to the emerald city.

the sawhorse is born with a limp and the personality of an octogenarian with no fucks left to give and also he periodically goes deaf on account of his ears breaking off, so when i say maria calavera is the sawhorse—

ANYWAY, minor hijinks ensue. jack blithely accepts everything his dear father says without question because his head is a pumpkin and he has been sapient for approximately eight hours, the terrible trio splits up for a bit on account of tippetarius falling off the sawhorse who likes to go real fast, consequently while jack and the sawhorse make it to the emerald city and meet the scarecrow, tip falls behind and crosses paths with general jinjur and her army of revolt.

jinjur is sick of the way things are and the powers that be and is therefore en route, armed with a pair of very glittery very pointy knitting needles and a lot of other girls outfitted in the same, to conquer the emerald city. tip is not about this revolution thing but tags along because he wanted to appeal to the scarecrow for help with the marble statue nonsense anyway; upon arrival jinjur and her army conquer the emerald city in approximately 0.2 seconds on account of the entire royal army being composed of one (1) man, the soldier with the green whiskers who guards the gates but squeals and books it at the first hint of a brandished needle.

tip races to the palace well ahead of the girls, who are busily sacking the city, to warn the scarecrow of the situation and reconvene with the rest of terrible trio, whereafter they and the scarecrow leave the cowardly soldier to his fate and gallop like the dickens to escape the city, heading west to regroup with the tin woodman. jack is now wracked by existential dread on account of the scarecrow having told him that pumpkins rot, meaning he spends the rest of the book worrying about his imminent decay and rapidly dwindling lifespan, this is fine dot jpg.

one unfortunate incident with a river and some drying-out and a nap later, they reach winkie country and rendezvous with *ahem* the magnificent! nickel-plated tin woodman, celebrated! emperor [it wounds his pride to be called only a king] of the winkies, nick chopper. who sweeps the scarecrow up in a hug because of how delighted! he is to see him again, tells jack not to be such a downer about the my-head-is-slowly-inevitably-rotting thing, and whose immediate response upon learning that the emerald city has been conquered is to declare, quote, we do not need an army; we four, with the aid of my gleaming axe, are enough to strike terror into the hearts of the rebels, end quote, also everybody gets tidied up and repaired and the scarecrow’s strutting by the time they disembark again.

somewhat less minor hijinks ensue on account of mombi not being pleased about tip skipping town and attempting to waylay them by means of dazzling, blinding illusions and, when that fails, dramatically altering landscape in hopes of getting them lost. the sawhorse breaks his leg and the group encounters the woggle-bug, who is very large and very keen to impress upon them that he is, having snuck into a schoolroom long ago and listened in on classes for months, thoroughly educated; eventually he was caught by the professor, transformed via magnifying glass into his present size, and subsequently ran away to do woggle-bug things. on his suggestion they fix the sawhorse’s leg by amputating jack’s, because jack is riding anyway owing to his poorly-fitted knees, and using that as a prosthetic for the sawhorse [LAUGHS NERVOUSLY]. from there the woggle-bug swiftly proceeds to earn the whole group’s ire by making an offensive number of puns at their expense. they navigate through four more illusory obstacles [a raging river; a granite cliff; a writhing maze of dancing roads; a wall of fire] with the aid of the queen of the field mice.

on making it to the emerald city they are promptly captured by jinjur, who plans to dismantle everyone except tippetarius on the grounds of their not being human, but is interrupted by the timely arrival of some mice who frighten her out of the room long enough for the gang to escape by constructing a... thing, called the gump, out of a pair of sofas and a stuffed elk-like creature’s head and various other bits and bobs and animated with the final pinch of magic powder. it flies them out of the emerald city and overshoots quadling country by a wide enough margin to crash them into a nest of nasty jackdaws somewhere not in oz, a misadventure which mainly serves to facilitate the discovery of a secret compartment within the now-emptied pepper-box and, inside that, three silver pills that grant a wish when swallowed.

tip tries one to wish the gump repaired, which doesn’t work because it pains him so badly that he instead wishes he’d never taken it; the woggle-bug does the same and succeeds, they fly back home, the pills are lost, and they reach quadling country at last.

the squad attempts to fill glinda in. she already knows everything.

she fills them in on what she’s been up to, presents evidence mombi aided the wizard in his scheme to disappear ozma, and marches with them to reclaim the emerald city, intending to capture mombi and force her to reveal the truth. further illusion-based hijinks ensue of which the most potentially interesting as it pertains to rwby is that mombi transforms herself into a red rose in an effort to escape detection.

glinda sees through the ruse. mombi transforms herself into a griffin and flees, pursued relentlessly by glinda until she collapses from exhaustion in the desert waste beyond the border of oz—whereupon glinda lassos her with a golden thread that stifles her magic, drags her bodily back to the emerald city, and demands that she tell the truth or else die by glinda’s hand. mombi tries to lie, glinda is furious and having none of it, and mombi begrudgingly reveals tip’s true identity, whereupon glinda forces her to undo the curse and then strips her of her magical power forever; tip is restored to her true self, jinjur is swiftly deposed, and peace restored, hooray!, the end.

QUESTIONS!

WHY ARE YOU SO SURE SUMMER IS JINJUR? frankly a decent case could be made for interpreting cinder as the allusion to jinjur instead: jinjur is a wrathful but cunning scullery maid raging against the powers that be, and after all it is cinder who sacks beacon academy—i.e., the emerald city stand-in.

but here’s the thing: after routing the royal army, jinjur installs herself as the queen of oz and rules without interruption for most of the story. she is not ousted from this position until the final chapter. cinder is grievously injured before the battle is even properly ended, returns immediately to salem’s side, and has been a thorn in her side and also the sides of the heroes ever since—meanwhile, all this time, salem has had an unknown lieutenant stationed at beacon, searching for the crown. somebody has been holding that throne, as it were, and we have a certain silver-eyed warrior still unaccounted for.

further, jinjur’s army of revolt makes quite a conspicuous show of being united from every province, and she herself wears the colors of all four; in the event summer turns out to be working for salem of her own accord, which i think likely, her presumable reason is something along the lines of having burnt out and shattered under the pressure of being the ideal huntress, the lone guardian, the blessed warrior—precisely in the same way that we have seen ruby begin to crack under the same—and this, i think, dovetails tidily with the imagery of jinjur’s revolt. a turncoat summer rose who still holds to ozpin’s ideal of strength and peace through unity, who is perhaps reinforcing salem’s numbers at beacon by recruiting the people of vale, is what ozpin asked her to become, turned against him for how she suffered in becoming.

also, look at this flower. common name, malay rose:

it’s not a true rose; it’s etlingera venusta, and it belongs to the ginger family.

sidebar, i don’t think cinder has an ozian allusion except insofar as i suppose she performs the functional role of glinda’s army through her relation to salem. she’s, well, cinderella, and in being cinderella also a symbolic repetition of salem through her rapunzel aspect—cinder echoes the desperately furious girl in the tower, the fairytale heroine trapped by forces beyond her control, not the formidable sorceress who would lay waste to the gods.

BUT SALEM AS GLINDA, THOUGH? REALLY?

while it is clear that rwby’s primary reference is to marvelous land, there are a handful of overt nods to the film adaptation of wizard of oz specifically, in theodore’s ruby gloves and the black-and-white photo of the girl in gingham with the little black dog. naming the good witch of the north glynda as a nod to the film (and pop culture generally) conflating the two is hardly out of the question, and a tidy bit of narrative sleight-of-hand besides.

and, listen. it’s not just enslaving the flying monkeys and it isn’t just serenely running mombi into the ground and forcing her to reveal the truth and undo the harm she did to ozma; it’s also not just that glinda the good plays a critical narrative role following the wizard’s departure and the good witch of the north does not. it’s also that of the pair glinda is the more powerful and more formidable by an order of magnitude, and indeed glinda is said to be ageless, ancient, and perhaps the most powerful sorceress in the land of oz; it’s also that the ozian color-coding checks out in both directions (in glinda’s quadling country, everything is red; and gillikin country is purple); it’s also that glynda goodwitch was faultlessly loyal to a secretive cabal and believed in ozpin, as the good witch of the north believed in the wizard, whereas salem, like glinda the good, knows ozpin for a fraud, despises emerald for her deceptive semblance, and has a keen intuition and a short temper for being lied to.

the only respect in which salem and glinda do not, within the context of rwby’s ozian narrative, almost perfectly align is that salem is an antagonist and glinda is not—but here let me remind you that rwby’s mombi is the god of light, with her deceptive shape-changing and illusions reimagined as defter subterfuge and symbolically intertwined with the blinding of rapunzel’s prince. the god of light poisoned ozma’s ear against salem so well that he persuaded ozma to drink the potion and become the wizard of his own volition, cursed and blind to the true nature of the gods, his mandate, and his lost love.

but tippetarius learns the truth and finds ozma again; rapunzel’s tears heal the ruined eyes of her prince.

where do you think rwby is going with this?

AND LEO LIONHEART, THE LION FAUNUS, ISN’T THE COWARDLY LION?!

he’s the easily-cowed and fully-bearded guardian of the closest thing rwby’s scarecrow has to an emerald city to administer on the wizard’s behalf, and he is in this capacity an army of one because he’s sent every other warrior in the faculty away and sold half the huntsmen in mistral out to salem. salem sends her needling bastard of a henchperson to menace him and lionheart folds like wet cardboard, handing over the keys to the vault without a whisper of resistance. and once the battle for haven is ended, the former allies he stabbed in the back shrug and leave him to his fate at salem’s hands.

leonine faunus or not, the role lionheart plays is precisely that of the soldier with the green whiskers, the solitary and pathetically inept guardian who betrays the scarecrow and his allies out of panicked cowardice.

meanwhile the cowardly lion does not appear in marvelous land at all, but he does figure in ozma of oz—the third book—wherein he professes himself a coward still but acts no less bravely than he ever did, now a loyal member of ozma’s retinue and accompanied by his new friend, the hungry tiger. taiyang, who has either been doing big important secret cult things or else trying to psych himself up to leave his empty nest depression cabin ever since beacon fell and ozpin died, is a much likelier candidate for being the cowardly lion’s true analogue by far.

IS RAVEN JUST THE WOGGLE-BUG BECAUSE SHE’S KNOWLEDGE?

that’s part of it but not the entirety; note that the woggle-bug is not merely intelligent but gleaned all of his knowledge by spying, for no other reason than burning curiosity; note the professor who caught him and irrevocably changed him, for better or for worse, and his hasty escape for fear of being exploited thereafter; note that he is pompous and anxious and performs intelligence far more than he shows it, and note that his often-callous and sometimes-snide commentary is met with such sharp hostility by the others that at one point nick chopper implies a threat to murder him if he makes another pun at a companion’s expense.

and note, finally, that the woggle-bug does not properly enter the narrative until after the protagonists leave winkie country, the province for which atlas is very obviously an analogue. raven played a major role in volume five, of course, one which thoroughly alienated her from the rest of the ozian characters on both sides of the conflict... but then she vanished into the ether without a shred of resolution for anything but the question of whether the relic of knowledge would be retrieved and by whom, and if that isn’t a mere prelude in her character arc i’ll eat somebody’s hat.

and as for what her future role in the story might entail. well. three silver pills that grant you wishes—and one that poisons tip when he tries,  the same one the woggle-bug uses to mend their way home. three silver-eyed warriors ostensibly blessed by the god of light—and one a turncoat poisoned by the unbearable weight of ozpin’s ideals.

we still don’t know what raven knows, or who she learnt it from.

IF THE SILVER WISH PILLS ARE SILVER-EYED WARRIORS THEN, MARIA?

to activate the pills you need to swallow them and then count up to seventeen by two. the sawhorse is the one who solves the riddle, which is to start with half one, double it, and then count up by two from one to seventeen.

...WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID ABOUT FOUR ILLUSIONS AND A MOUSE?

the ever after may be bleeding wonderland out of every frame—and oh boy is it!—but, look, what is rwby if not a gleeful mishmash of inspirations and in the trailer and preview clip alone we’ve got a helpful mouse and three of the four [twisting, impossible paths? check. impassible cliff? check. walls of fire? check, twice over]. as obstacles go a torrential river crossing is not exactly out of left field in any setting—and then there’s the girl on the beach who’s wearing ozma’s original colors.

to say nothing of how well those four obstacles align so very nicely, symbolically, with ruby (paths), weiss (flood), blake (cliff), and yang (fire).

it’s a little eyebrow-raising if nothing else. something to watch.

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Who I write for;

Just to let anyone who wants to request any imagines and such, and for my masterlist here’s a list of who I write for. [You can always ask me to write for anyone who isn’t on this list, these are just my faves and people I really wanna write for].

Nhl Boys

Jack Hughes [New Jersey Devils]

Juraj Slafkovsky [Montreal Canadiens]

Mitch Marner [Toronto Maple Leafs]

Thomas Bordeleau [San Jose Sharks]

Quinn Hughes [Vancouver Canucks]

Luke’s Hughes [UMich]

Nico Hischier [New Jersey Devils]

Trevor Zegras [Anaheim Ducks]

Actors

Cody Fern

Timothee Chalamet

Evan Peters

Aaron Taylor Johnson

Finn Wolfhard

Jacob Elordi

Tom Holland

Musicians

Jesse Rutherford

Luke Hemmings

Calum Hood

Ashton Irwin

Michael Clifford

Rappers

Gucci Mane

A$ap Rocky

Young Slo Be

Yatta

EBK Bckdoe

Pimp Tobi

Tay K

NBA Youngboy

Travis Scott

Roddy Rich

G Herbo

Shootergang Jojo

LordeTheTopScore

A Boogie

Method Man

Ol Dirty Bastard

Television Characters

Carl Gallagher [Shameless]

Lip Gallagher [Shameless]

Gallavich [Shameless]

Ason Unique [Wutang Saga]

Bobby Diggs [Wutang Saga]

Shotgun/Method Man [Wutang Saga]

Dennis Cole/DLover [Wutang Saga]

Sha/Raekwon [Wutang Saga]

Divine Diggs [Wutang Saga]

Mike Wheeler [Stranger Things]

Michael Langdon [American Horror Story]

Xavier Plympton [American Horror Story]

Duncan Shepherd [House of Cards]

Movie Characters

Jim Mason [Tribes of Palos Verdes]

Tangerine [Bullet Train]

Dave Lizewski/Kick Ass [Kick Ass]

Nick Sheff [Beautiful Boy]

Kyle Scheible [Lady Bird]

Prince Hal [The King]

Peter Parker [Spiderman] (Both Tom and Andrew version)

Richie Tozier [IT]

Anime

Katsuki Bakugou [My Hero]

Shoto Todoroki [My Hero]

Izuku Midoriya [My Hero]

Eijiro Kirishima [My Hero]

Denki Kaminari [My Hero]

Hitoshi Shinso [My Hero]

Soma Yukihira [Food Wars]

Death The Kid [Soul Eater]

Soul Eater Evans [Soul Eater]

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any 35+ fcs you'd like to see?

we would love some more 35+ characters to join those we already have in the group. some suggestions that come to mind are: harry shum jr, rami malek, meagan good, steven yeun, ruth negga, gong yoo, dichen lachman, randall park, melissa fumero, david harbour, brian tyree henry, constance wu, chrissy metz, tika sumpter, tais araujo, kumail nanjiani, oscar isaac, nur fettahoglu, fan bingbing, daveed diggs, stephanie beatriz, jay ellis & freema agyeman.

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Apryl Jones And Tay Diggs Working On New Movie

Apryl Jones And Tay Diggs Working On New Movie

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Best Friend + Sister 👀 Best Friend + Sister 😲  HERCULES THE FLOWER BOY 🌼

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The Last Time

Request: Can I request an angsty fic with either one of the bay boys using the prompt “So that’s it? It’s over?” 

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader / Rafael Casal x Reader 

Word Count: 1.1K 

Warnings: Cheating and just total utter sadness...

A/n: I was meant to post this earlier but i have had my head stuck in the first Bridgerton book all day. All I will say is i am sorry in advance because this is not the typical content for Valentines day. 

This was the last time.

Just one more time and you would end it for good.  

Of course, you had said that before. You had uttered that very statement to yourself every day for the last six months and every day you believed yourself a little bit less. You tried to convince yourself that he hadn’t dominated every thought that went through your head. You persuaded yourself that the whole affair was entirely meaningless, you could end it anytime you want.  But you were a deceptive person, a cheater, that much was clear as day. You always found yourself back in his bed, doing unspeakable things and damaging everyone in your path of destruction. Most importantly though, you were hurting Rafael, the man you truly loved; even if he was none the wiser. You were a tornado of pain and Daveed had been drawn into the centre with you.

You remember the night it all began, it was crystal clear in your mind. The alcohol flowed throughout the evening and Rafa got a little too drunk. It was a celebration, no one blamed him. Daveed was a gentleman, offering to help you both home when he saw you struggling to hold up your boyfriend, waiting for your taxi home. To any outsider it was completely innocent and in fairness it had started out that way. Rafa was put to bed by Daveed with ease, something you wouldn’t have managed. You handed him a glass of whiskey, neat and cheersed to a night cut short.

That’s when it all got a bit blurry and steamy. You can’t remember who initiated it, but you’re certain that it was inevitable, destined to play out. How could anyone resist that charming smile and those fiery eyes that bored into you with pure lust? You were overwhelmed by the needy passion of the whole thing. You could still feel his strong hand clamped over your mouth to quiet you as you both climbed towards your orgasms together. You remained glued to one another long after it was over, but no words were exchanged and he escaped with a fleeting kiss. A promise of more to come.

You were left alone, with nothing but your thoughts and the regret crept its way into your head, the guilt began nibbling at your finger-tips, the anxiety dropped itself on your stomach. Alone in the dark you were unable to move from the scene of your crime…

You sat silently on your bed, head in your hands as you tried to collect yourself before he arrived. The small blue velvet box sat open on top of the bedside table. The silver band was littered with clear diamonds and blue sapphires. It glittered under the soft light of the lamp, it was the ring you had always dreamed of. Only Rafa would be thoughtful enough to dig through the archives of your relationship to remember such small details to include in your future together.

Daveed left himself in, it wasn’t unusual for him to do that. He saw the ring lying carelessly on the table where you had left it an hour ago. It cried out to him to be hidden back in the safety of the draw where Rafa had concealed it this morning. But he would never touch it out of fear it would burn his skin, branding the truth of their relationship onto his skin for everyone to see. He knew this was the end, the last time.

You felt the eyes of the ring watch you, recording the sad scene being played out before it. It silently judged you from the corner of the room as you desecrated the sacred space that was reserved only for you and Rafa. It would act as a constant reminder of the pain you and Daveed had caused. It sealed the tragic end of your affair. But it didn’t stop you from savouring your final moments together. You needed this, you needed him. You craved the feeling of his body heavy on top of yours. You yearned for the sound of his hot ragged breath in your ear as he chased the same relief you did. You thirsted for the passion he offered as his hand held your wrists tightly away from your body. One last time.

Just once more and then you could forget this ever happened. Go back to the safety of Rafa’s arms and pretend there was nothing but friendship between you and Daveed. You could spend the rest of your life convincing yourself that this wasn’t love, just as you had for the last six months. You could leave behind the guilt that had eroded you down to nothing. You could stop questioning whether it was possible to love two people at the same time, even though you knew the answer deep in the pit of your stomach. In those final seconds of ecstasy you couldn’t stop wondering whether you would do it all over again if you went back to that fateful night.

And when it’s finally over with, you go through the motions of redressing.  You don’t feel as though you’re in the room, you feel like you’re watching the end from the same place as the ring. An outsider to your own life. There aren’t any words to be spoken, not yet anyway. It’s too difficult for both of you. You’re mourning the death of a relationship that never stood a chance from the beginning. You stand in a soft embrace for the longest time until Daveed couldn’t stand it any longer. It’s time to go. “So that’s it? It’s over?” Daveed’s voice cracked as he whispered into your hair. Your body trembled and harsh tears escaped you. You weren't ready to let this go, but reluctantly you nodded into his chest. He held you tighter, fighting back his own tears. One of you needed to be strong or you would end up back in bed.

A thick blanket of silence rested on you as you both shuffled towards the front door, your eyes were glued to the floor, his eyes were red from holding back the tears. He opened his mouth to speak but words failed him. You understood and smiled sadly at him. He’s gone without a word. But this time there’s no promise of more. No this was the last time.

Before you could move from your spot in front of the door, Daveed reappeared before you once again, the tears were evident of his face now. “You know, in another time or place this would have been perfect...” He observed solemnly.

“I know Diggs.” You nodded before turning your back on him and your affair.

It truly was the last time. 

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Love Is News (1937) Tay Garnett

April 15th 2021

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2.17.20

[thenightofcups]

Last month I was asked to co-host an @unspoiledpodcast patrons only show about the 2007 tv show, Daybreak. Before we wrapped up the finale episode I got on here and Google and tried to dig up a fandom for it AND THERE IS NOTHING. It's a time loop show starring Tay Diggs. If you watch it (on Hulu) and become an Unspoiled patron you can hear me talk about it.

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Fool For You: A Love Story in Four Acts

Part Four

Rating: M for EXPLICIT SMUT and language 18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader

Summary: After an encounter on the rooftop, Reader can’t seem to get away from Daveed, but now does she even want to?

Word Count: 3.9K

AN: A special shout out to @nikole-witha-k your comments on this miniseries kept me going. I was so close to deleting this after the first part but seeing you like and reblog made my day and made me keep writing. So, I really hope you enjoy the conclusion to this series. Thank you for every like, reblog, and comment it does not go unnoticed!! I truly truly appreciate it.😊😊❤💕💖💜

Part Three Part Four Series Masterlist

“Now, a word from our new Creative Director of Muse magazine,” You stepped up to the microphone and you feel the nerves getting worse and worse. Having expectant eyes on you made your throat close up, you searched the crowd for Tai but the lights shining in you made it impossible to see anyone’s faces in the crowd. You looked to your left and saw Daveed giving you a gentle smile, he motioned for you to breathe in and out. You mimicked him and faced the audience once more.

“I had the privilege to direct Daveed’s photoshoot and he was the best person to shoot for. I’ve known Mr. Diggs, since his days on Hamilton, I’ve had the privilege to see both his first and last Broadway performance before he moved to do such amazing things like Blindspotting and now he’s a two-time Oscar-nominated actor. For the first time, here’s the cover of the April issue of Muse Magazine.” The white sheet that was covering the magazine dropped and there was Daveed. Applause roared throughout the room. Daveed joined you on stage and for the first since, in five years, he reached out to hug you, but you expertly moved out of his reach and stood on the other side of Shanita. You flashed a phony smile and applauded with the rest of the guests as they finally got to see the photos of Daveed but he knew you and he knew that deep down you were still pissed off at him.

“Thank you everyone for coming to our first magazine reveal event. Please enjoy yourself and dessert will be served momentarily.” Shanita announced

Returning back to your seat, Tai and Jasmine both smiled widely at you

“The cover looks great, Y/N,”

“Thanks, Tai.”

“I’m sorry, is this seat taken?” You looked up and were completely surprised to see Eric standing behind you.

“I thought you said, you couldn’t make it.”

“I was able to pull some strings. I couldn’t miss supporting my girl on her big night.” Eric took the seat next to you and you shared a quick kiss. Looking across the table you noticed Daveed’s whole demeanor changed

“So, this is Eric?” Tai questioned

“Yes, Eric, this is Tai, Tai this is Eric.”

“I guess I should thank you,” Eric joked

“You gonna introduce your guest to the table?” Daveed asked from across the table. You shot him an unamused look before clearing your throat.

“Everyone, this is Eric, he’s my…”You trailed off not really knowing what to say, you weren’t a couple but you’re not casually dating either.

“He’s my boyfriend,” You said smiling at Eric, he returned the smile and brought your hand for a kiss.

“Would you all like to try dessert?” The waiter said to the table

“Yes, please.” Jasmine answered wanting to cut the tension at the table

“Alright, we have a peanut butter cupcake with a bristle on top, pink champagne cupcake, and a strawberry lemon tart.” Everyone told the waiter what they wanted to eat and when he reached you and Eric only the peanut butter and champagne cupcakes were left.

“I’ll take the peanut butter cupcake,” Eric said everyone including looked at him like he had two heads. Noticing this he returned the same look.

“What?”

“Y/N got allergies bro. She can’t even smell nuts.” Daveed said not looking up from his dessert.

“Oh shit, babe. I’m sorry I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay, can I get a nut-free dessert that’s prepared somewhere else, thank you,” you addressed the waiter before turning your attention back to Eric. “Remember I told you.”

“You didn’t tell me,”

“I did, that story when I said my eye got all puffy because I had rubbed almond perfume on my eye by mistake after watching her dog.” Eric chuckled nervously,

“I would’ve remembered that, it may have slipped my mind.”

“Nigga out here forgetting allergies and shit,” Daveed mumbled

“Fuck around and kill the girl, motherfuckers be like ‘Oh shit, I forgot she allergic to nuts.’” Rafa joked, you glared at the two friends not amused, they avoided your gaze like two children who were scolded by a teacher.

“So, what do you do, Eric?” Jasmine asked wanting to change the subject “I’m sorry, I just blurted out a question, I’m Jasmine by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m an executive chef at a restaurant here in LA. My dream is to have my own one day, how do you know Y/N?”

“I, uh, I met her about five years ago. I was in Hamilton too,”

“Too?”

"Oak, Diggs, and I were all in Hamilton. That’s how we met Y/N.”

“You didn’t tell me you were in a show,”

“I wasn’t, I had a friend that was in it and I would sometimes chill backstage.” You said hoping that this party would come to end but based on the DJ and guests flocking to the dance floor the end of this event was extremely far off. Needing to get away from the table you abruptly stood up, catching everyone off guard.

“Where you going?” Eric asked standing up

“I need some air.” You answered assuringly placing your hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll be back.”

You stepped out onto the rooftop terrace, the air cooling down your skin. The party was taking place in a penthouse event-type hall, even with the nighttime LA skyline being one of the best views of this party, you seemed to be the only person outside enjoying it.

“Y/N,” You held back the urge to let out an annoyed groan.

“Daveed, what do you want?” You demanded

“I want to talk,” You scoffed as you turned around to face the man that left you in New York like you were some groupie.

“Now you want to talk, you’re about five years too late. Excuse me,” You tried to push past him but he was blocking you keeping you against the railing on the balcony.

“Daveed, get the hell out of my way.”

“Just give me five minutes, please. Let me say what I have to say and then I’ll let you go.”

“You have two,”

“Look, you have every right to hate me after I what I did, I hate me—”

“Nah nigga, you don’t get to do that self-pity shit, if you wanna talk to me, you need to be honest. No bull shit,”

“No bull shit?”

“Dead ass, say whatever you need to say.”

“I fucked up, I thought I was doing the right thing by not telling you and leaving.”

“Why would you make that decision for me? Daveed, I knew what I was getting into when I started dating you. I knew that you wouldn’t be in New York forever.”

“I didn’t want to make you choose your job or be with me. I know what you would’ve said—”

“No, you don’t Daveed, because you didn’t give me a choice. We could’ve made the long-distance work. You made that choice for me, and it was selfish as fuck and you didn’t fucking say goodbye when you left, jackass.” You emphasized, pushing him away from you “If you actually came to me, I would’ve told you that I was looking for jobs in LA. I know what I signed up for and you didn’t even give me a chance.”

You started to walk away from him when he pulled you into an embrace. Before you could back away you found yourself returning the hug. For a moment, just a moment, you let yourself sink into the embrace. Missing the connection you once had. Then you remembered where you were, you remembered what he did and how it made you feel. You backed away from the hug, and the look on your face shattered Daveed, he could see the hurt that was still there. A hurt that he caused and he’s not sure if you would ever forgive him, honestly a small part of him didn’t want you to.

“Please, I still love you, Y/N. Can we just start over? I’m so sorry.”

“Daveed, I fell—I was falling in love with you and you tore my heart out. I can’t let that happen again.”

“It won’t happen again, I know I made a mistake, please Y/N. I can’t stop thinking about you. Please,” Daveed had grabbed your hands and looking deep into your eyes, pleadingly. You felt your eyes start to water as you looked at the man who at one time all he had to do was smile and butterflies would form within you. You would be lying if you said that you don’t have feelings for him. Your faces moved closer and closer to one another until you met in a kiss. That’s when you felt it, the connection that you’ve been longing for and missing. You know Daveed felt it too, he pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible. His hands rummaging up and down your body, your hands found their way into his curls, and you tugged on it slightly. Daveed’s hands made their way to your ass and squeezed, emitting a moan from you, he took the opportunity to place his tongue in your mouth. The kiss grew more and more passionate, almost desperate. You’ve been missing his touch, you’d be lying if you said that you haven’t used your vibrator more often since seeing him at the photoshoot. Your hands made their way to his belt, fumbling as you tried to undo his pants. You finally broke the kiss so you could see what you were doing. The sounds of the party continuing inside not falling on deaf ears. You looked at each other, he searched your face for any hesitation as to what you were about to do next.

“Condom?”

“Pill,” That’s all he needed to hear before he roughly turned you around so you were bent over the balcony. He pulled your dress up and moaned loudly seeing your lace black thong. He massaged your ass before spanking you, making you moan aloud.

“Fuck!” You whispered

“You don’t have to be quiet; no one can hear you out here.” In one go, Daveed thrust into you, and you gasped at the stretch, you’ve had sex with people since you and Daveed broke up, but they’ve never filled you like Daveed did.

“That corny ass nigga inside fuck you like this?” Daveed asked while he fucked you against the balcony, the sound of your bodies meeting almost drowned out by the music inside. You didn’t answer, Daveed pulled out almost completely until it was just the tip, you pushed back against him but he held your hips still.

“I asked you a question,”

“Daveed, fuck, please.” You begged

“Answer me, does he fuck you like this?” He slowly pushed his dick inside you inch by inch

“No,” You breathed, loving the way he fits inside you

“Who’s fucking you?” Daveed started to pick up the pace again

“You, Daveed” Daveed slapped your ass again, harder this time

“Who?”

“Shit, you are Daddy!” You cried out, you gripped onto the railing while Daveed fucked you. This all felt so surreal, you and your ex having sex on a rooftop balcony felt like some fantasy out of a romance novel, but unlike your fantasies, you couldn’t wake up from this and even if you could, you didn’t want to. Daveed grabbed your neck and pulled your body up so his mouth was next to your ear

“You gonna cum on my dick?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Play with your clit,” You blindly reached down and start rubbing quick little circles on your clit

“Fuck, Daddy I’m cuming!” You moaned

“I’m cuming too, shit!” You came together Daveed kept fucking you through your orgasm which caused a second orgasm. You felt him pull out, whining at the sensation. He moved your thong back in place before pulling his pants back up. You turned around and Daveed smashed his lips against yours. He pulled away first, moving your hair out of your face. That’s when everything hit you, you just had sex with Daveed while Eric was inside probably wondering where you went. Suddenly becoming overwhelmed with emotions. You removed yourself from his grasp and walked back inside to the party leaving Daveed and your feelings out there with him.

Walking back into the party, you bumped into Tai in the hallway between the balcony and the party.

“Hey,” Before you could question it, Tai grabbed your arm and dragged you into the nearest bathroom. She let go of your arm and checked the stalls to make sure they were empty.

“Tai, what’s going on?”

“Bitch, I just fucking saw you out there with Daveed!” Tai said loudly

“What the fuck Tai?”

“Your lucky Eric didn’t see you! Fuck, Eric, how about our boss! The fucking Editor in Chief of the fucking magazine!” Ashamed you looked down at our feet, you weren’t even thinking clearly, anyone could’ve seen you.

“You’ve been acting weird all day, what’s up? Did you fuck Daveed after the photoshoot?”

“No,”

“Then what was that, because what I just saw is not some random one-night stand.” You sighed, tired of holding it in.

“Daveed and I used to date.”

“Bitch, what the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s Daveed Diggs. I didn’t want to be that girl, you know. It was only a few months and I honestly didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Damn it,” Tai reached into her clutch and handed you a pair of panties. She scoffed at the confused look on your face.

“Bitch, please, I always pack an extra pair just in case, you need them. Take the damn panties.” You begrudgingly took the lace underwear from your friends’ hands.

“Wait, I just have one more question.” You groaned inwardly, please don’t bring up Eric, she has no idea what she’s going to do about that situation.

“What was the sex like?”

“Tai!”

“What? He is built like a tree, and he got you to bust it wide open at a party chile.”

You and Tai walked back to the table and saw everyone grabbing their belongings, you frowned in confusion as you walked over to Eric.

“What’s going on?”

“Rafael invited us to his place for drinks.” You wanted to scream out loud, but you had to save face. If you acted like you didn’t want to go, Eric would get suspicious, but you don’t think it would be a good idea to add any more alcohol to your system. So, you put on a fake smile and quick nod to appease him,

“Great, it'll be fun,” Daveed sent you a wink before walking past the two of you

You would be lying if you said you weren’t having fun. You guys were doing shots out the Grammy, you don’t even remember how many shots you had taken but you were now in some sweats you borrowed from Rafa lying against Eric playing drunk Jenga. A game that Rafa made up during one of the many drunk game nights at Daveed’s place in New York.

“Alright, it’s your turn, Y/N.” Rafa said, Tai was sitting on his lap drinking a beer. You noticed how close the two of them became over the course of the night. You got up and carefully pulled the Jenga piece and groaned in irritation

“What does it say?” Jasmine singsong

“Play two truths and a lie, I was never good at this.” You whined “Okay um, Jas, Oak, and Daveed can’t play though.” Jasmine playfully stuck her tongue out at you, and you jokingly flipped her off, “I’ve shopped for Tyra Banks when I worked at Versace, I met Andre 3000 backstage at Hamilton, and I partied with Black Thought.”

“The Black Thought one!” Eric said confidently

“Nah bruh,” Daveed said taking a swig of his drink

“How you know man?”

“Because I was there when she met Black Thought, I introduced her. You gotta take another shot, my guy” There was a slight tension in the air before Tai spoke up

“Ooooh it’s the Tyra Banks one! You worked at Gucci not Versace!”

“Yes!” You cheered along with your friend. You went to take another sip, but your cup was empty you got up and went to the kitchen to make another drink. While you were making your drink you felt arms wrap around you knew better and quickly turned around to see a drunk Daveed smiling down at you.

“Daveed, get off.”

“No, you’re warm.”

“You’re drunk and Rafa has a very open kitchen. I don’t want Eric to see you.”

“Fuck that nigga, I want him to see me. You don’t really care either. If you, did you would’ve pushed me off you. If you want to get off just tell me,”

“Daveed,”

“I love you,” He pouted

“Daveed, I mean it.”

“You love me too,” He slurred, you wiggled out of his grasp so you could continue making a drink. You bent down to get some ice from the cooler and Daveed smacked your ass, hard causing you to cry out

“What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry babe, but that ass though,”

“Daveed, cut it out.” You said a smile tugging on your lips, you couldn’t tell it if was the alcohol or Daveed was working his way back in and you were letting him. You were about to leave the kitchen when Daveed grabbed your arm and pulled you in for a kiss. You let yourself get carried away and allowed Daveed to pick you up and place you on the counter, never breaking the kiss.

“Y’all niggas just don’t give a fuck at this point,” Tai commented walking into the kitchen. You jumped away from Daveed who laughed loudly at you

“Continue, I was just getting some water,” Daveed laughed at the glare you sent his way

“Daveed, I’m serious,” you said hitting his chest

“Say you love me, and I’ll stop.” You rolled your eyes and walked back into the living room.

“You didn’t deny it!” Daveed called out to you

Daveed rejoined the group and kept sending you looks from across the room, and it took everything in you not to look at him because you knew all he wanted was a reaction out of you and you weren’t going to give it to him.

“You okay, Y/N? You looked a little flushed,” Daveed asked with a sly grin on his face.

“Yes, I’m fine, thanks.”

“So, Y/N, do you still cook?” You glared at Daveed knowing what he was trying to do. You were not in the mood for a pissing contest between him and Eric.

“When I have time.” You replied with a tight-lipped smile

“Eric, have you tried her food?”

“No, not yet. She hasn’t cooked for me,”

“Bruh, it’s so amazing. She used to make us these little snacks when we were doing Hamilton. You remember Jas?”

“Hell yeah, one time she mad jerk chicken egg rolls. They were good as fuck.” You blushed as Daveed, Jasmine, and Oak reminisced over your cooking. You saw the look Eric was giving you and cleared your throat.

“You ready?” Eric asked suddenly

“Uh, yeah. Let me get my stuff I’ll meet you out here.” While Eric said his byes you went to the guestroom where your clothes were lying on the spare bed. You heard the door close, and you whipped your body around, and there he was again.

“Daveed, I don’t have time for this. Eric could walk in,”

“Y/N, I’m sorry but I need to say this. I love you, I never stopped loving you. I thought I was saving us a heartbreak when I left New York but I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me. I can’t go back to who I was before I met you, I don’t want to be that guy anymore. I want to share a life with you, all of it. The good, the bad, everything I want to do it with you. Only you. I know I don’t deserve it but please, give me another chance. Please, Y/N.” Tears were welling up in your eyes.

“Daveed,”

“Say you don’t love me and I’ll leave you alone.”

“I--” There was a knock at the door and Jasmine opened it only poking her head in

“Hey, um Eric is looking for you. I told him you were in the bathroom.”

“Thank Jas,” You quickly wiped away your tears before quickly leaving the room. You said your goodbyes before getting in the car with Eric.

“I know,” Eric said simply, did he see you and Daveed in the kitchen?

“Know what?”

“About you and Daveed.” Sighing, you felt terrible you didn’t want him to find out that way.

“Eric, I’m sorry—”

“You don’t have to apologize, I figured it out at the table. You guys used to date,” You froze, letting out a breath of relief. Thank God, he was talking about that and not what happened ten minutes ago

“Yeah, I don’t like to tell a lot of people that we dated. I don’t know, he’s a celebrity I don’t want people to assume anything about me.”

“Y/N, it’s cool, really. It was what five years ago? I’m not trippin’”

As soon as you walked into your apartment, Eric couldn’t keep his hands off you. You welcomed the embrace, hoping to forget your encounter with Daveed on the balcony. Eric's hands danced along your body, and all you could do was compare it to Daveed’s. Backing up you placed your hands on his chest and Eric backed up, breathing heavily.

“What’s up?” You let out a breath it was now or never. You reached up and touched Eric’s cheek

“I am so sorry,” He let out a dry laugh, he touched the palm of your hand, reassuring you

“It’s him, Daveed?”

“I wish it wasn’t, but I love him.” Eric nodded his head in understanding. He stood up and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“It was nice, Y/N.”

“It really was, Eric.” Eric let himself out gently closing the door behind him. You quickly grabbed your car keys and raced to the parking garage; hopefully, Daveed was still at Rafa’s place.

You made it back to Rafa’s house in record time. You ran out of your car and knocked on the door. Daveed opened the door and before he knew it you had attached your lips to his. You pulled away from the kiss and rested her forehead against his

“I love you too,” you breathed, Daveed smiled

“Say it again,” You rolled eyes before obliging

“I love you too,”

“Boo! Get a room!” Rafa said from inside, you walked back into the house with Daveed hand in hand. No matter how hard you tried to fight it, you never stopped loving Daveed, and you didn’t want to. Seeing him again two months ago made all those feelings come back that you tried so hard to keep locked away in the closet. You and Daveed were sitting on a hammock in Rafa’s backyard, Jasmine was singing some song and you all were just watching enjoying this nice moment among friends. You looked up and blushed when you met Daveed’s gaze

“What?” You asked

“Nothing, just looking at you,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You sigh contently

“You pull some bull shit like that again and I’m gonna leave your ass for real.” Daveed chuckled

“Why the hell you laughing, nigga I’m serious.” You said eyeing him

“Girl, you know you ain’t going nowhere.” You rolled your eyes, knowing deep down he was right. You don’t ever plan on leaving this feeling.

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[byneddiedingo]

Clark Gable and Jean Harlow in China Seas (Tay Garnett, 1935) Cast: Clark Gable, Jean Harlow, Wallace Beery, Rosalind Russell, Lewis Stone, C. Aubrey Smith, Dudley Digges, Robert Benchley, William Henry, Hattie McDaniel, Liev De Maigret, Lilian Bond, Edward Brophy, Soo Yong, Akim Tamiroff, Ivan Lebedeff. Screenplay: Jules Furthman, James Kevin McGuinness, based on a novel by Crosbie Garstin. Cinematography: Ray June. Art direction: Cedric Gibbons. Film editing: William LeVanway. Music: Herbert Stothart. China Seas is a pretty good romantic adventure that seems to have been pieced together from better movies. Its romantic triangle of Clark Gable, Jean Harlow, and Rosalind Russell mimics that of Gable, Harlow, and Mary Astor in Red Dust (Victor Fleming, 1932). Harlow and Wallace Beery have a relationship that echoes the one their characters had in Dinner at Eight (George Cukor, 1933). And the byplay between Harlow's character and her maid (Hattie McDaniel, of course) is a lot like the banter between Mae West and her maids in She Done Him Wrong (Lowell Sherman, 1933) and I'm No Angel (Wesley Ruggles, 1933). China Seas has a few standout moments of its own: There's a terrific typhoon sequence involving a runaway steamroller on the deck of the tramp steamer captained by Gable's Alan Gaskell, and Robert Benchley has some funny bits as an alcoholic writer who's usually too drunk to know where he is or to respond to other people with anything more than non sequiturs. There's a kind of uptightness to the movie that reminds us that the Production Code censors were breathing down people's necks, whereas all of those better movies mentioned above were pre-Code. But Gable and Harlow are in fine form. She's Dolly Portland, aka "China Doll," the shady lady (sometimes introduced as "an entertainer") who used to be involved with Capt. Gaskell and has now booked passage on his steamer from Hong Kong to Singapore in an effort to win him back. Russell plays Sybil Barclay, a high-class English lady who also has a past with the captain and nearly does succeed in recapturing him. Russell seems to be trying too hard at the role, slipping into stiff-upper-lip mannerisms and becoming rather arch, so there's no real heat between her character and Gable's. Another old flame of Dolly's, Jamesy McArdle (Beery), is also on board, and he's in cahoots with Malaysian pirates to board the ship and steal the gold it's carrying. Rejected by the captain, who decides to marry Sybil, Dolly joins forces with McArdle, though she doesn't really mean to. You've seen this sort of thing before, so there are no surprises, but relax and be entertained.

[knowledgepronto]

Taye Diggs and tWitch Play 'Can tWitch and Taye Diggs Dance… with What's Behind Them?' Taye Diggs and tWitch Play 'Can tWitch and Taye Diggs Dance... with What's Behind Them?'

[bisluthq]

if backgrid doesn't do staged shots who does? splash news? i think tay used them in like 2014-15

AGENCIES do not do staged or unstaged shots. You can’t contact an AGENCY for this. Agencies sign photographers and those photographers then work and sell their shit through the agency they’re signed to. You’re not gonna be able to tell if a shot is staged (or if paps have been called which isn’t exactly the same) based on the agency that reps the photographer in question.

Miles Diggs, who is the most like elite photographer known for staging shots and being called (and this isn’t like a big conspiracy he openly discusses this) is repped by Shutterstock. Now, EVEN MILES also openly says he gets accidental/organic shots sometimes from a tip or if he’s hanging like say by an entrance waiting for a celeb that called him then he might also get an additional celeb that’s there that day. He sells ALL his pics - whether staged or whether he’s been called or whether it’s organic - through Shutterstock.

You can tell a shot is staged if it’s like… a photoshoot right like the Rihanna pregnancy pics or the Grimes Communist Manifesto ones:

These are “staged” shots.

Paps might also be CALLED and while the pics are organic everyone is happy with the arrangement. This is something Taylor used to do a lot and still might do from time to time. It’s not a photoshoot, but the celeb’s team tips off the paps:

In the Sephora pic on the left, Karlie and Taylor can actually be seen in footage from the day waiting for more paps to get there before they leave. In the pics on the right, Irina and Karlie were followed like all day and are seen - in this pic - waving at the pap.

These types of pics are either staged or called but they’re also too high res and perfectly focused to be completely organic and the subjects look WAY too good and too happy:

The signs of a staged/called shot are: the celeb looks SUPER nice, they look happy to see the photographers and seem comfortable and content, it’s super high quality pics, and it’s clear that the celeb would’ve had to see the pap right?

Organic shots are like this:

If you’re gonna stage stuff you’re not gonna make yourself look bad dude. You’re gonna make sure you’re wearing a cute outfit and you’re doing an activity you want to be seen doing and the pics are super clear and in high definition.

Focus less on who sold the pic - literally an irrelevant metric - and more on what the pic contains.

[dissonantharmony]

For the haunted AU! Can the ghosts feel and can they be touched? Like can Ozpin and Qrow hold hands? Can Qrow kiss Ozpin or give surprise tickle attacks? How did the whole Ozma being a ghost in the house while Salem lived with Diggs and their daughters work out? Do Qrows nieces ever get disappointed that they can’t spend the night at uncle Qrow’s new place? Does Qrow’s family know about the curse? And the ghosts? If they do, do they all get along or is it kinda weird? If Qrow has a bad dream how does Ozpin usually go about helping him? Has Oscar ever accidentally referred to Qrow as “dad”?

OH BOY OKAY!!

1-3. whether or not a ghost can touch/ be touched really depends on how strong the ghost is, which in turn depends on how the ghost died and how long the ghost has been around. picking up objects is the easiest thing to do, and all the ghosts in the house can do it on some level. then, ghosts on the slightly stronger side are capable of touching/being touched by living beings, but the most corporeal they can get is just about the consistency of jello. lastly, the strongest ghosts (ozpin, oscar, and diggs, as well as ozma to an extent) can touch objects, touch living beings, and even turn completely corporeal and be touched by living beings— but only if they allow it, and they have to keep their focus to stay corporeal. so, in other words, yes qrow and ozpin can hold hands, but no, no surprise tickle attacks unless ozpin is already corporeal, and even then he’d probably lose focus on staying corporeal pretty quickly if he was being tickled :’(

4. ozma being a ghost while salem lived with diggs in their daughters was actually quite uneventful— in the beginning, at least. salem harassed and threatened ozma into staying in the suit of armor, and so he stayed there and was unnoticed by diggs or the children for many years until the children started to draw him out. he ended up interacting with them and befriending them, even playing with them on occasion. however, eventually one of the daughters let it slip to diggs that the suit of armor was possessed, diggs realized the house was haunted, salem revealed that the place was cursed and now so was he, and it all went downhill from there.

5–8: ruby and yang are VERY disappointed that qrow won’t let them sleep over at his cool new house. like, cmon— your uncle buys this awesome old mansion that looks like it’s haunted and he won’t even let you stay one night to see if you can meet any ghosts?? what the hell? and what irks them and tai even more is that qrow won’t even explain why. so far qrow hasn’t told them about the curse or the ghosts, and so they’re left frustrated and completely in the dark. however, this will definitely change! although i haven’t planned it out much yet, eventually tai, yang, and ruby will get to explore the house and find out it’s haunted. tai thinks the ghosts are freaky at first but ends up befriending isaac and henkle (and possibly diggs), while yang and ruby absolutely love it from the start and immediately attempt to commit arson with oscar.

9: i would refer to @collectingsparechangemadeeasy​’s fanfic for an explanation of how ozpin helps qrow with nightmares :)) yes i am shamelessly plugging my friend’s fic what about it

10: YES, OSCAR CALLS QROW DAD! admittedly it took a while, since oscar was still trying to learn sign language and it’s hard to slip up and say the wrong word when you’re putting so much thought into what you’re signing out. however, once oscar becomes more adept with sign language? qrow gets called dad on accident almost weekly. oscar thinks it’s incredibly embarrassing, ozpin loves it, and qrow still has yet to admit he’s 100% willing to pull out the adoption papers then and there.