#a cutie pie!!! in a red carpet!!!

[sexynetra]

NICKY AT CANNES THIS IS NOT A DRILL

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD

at the premiere of 'WE LIVE IN TIME' at the San Sebastian Film Festival.

(source)

[jilllovesmike]

This cutie pie will have some major jet lag soon.

Sydney - March 26

London - April 10

New York - ??

Los Angeles - ??

[carmenberzattosgf]

New favorite genre of Jeremy videos. Him interacting with red carpet photographers. He’s so cutie pie I love him sm

[shapard]

Feather of Fate🕊️

Lucifer x seraphim!fem!reader

Soulmate arc

Soft Lucifer

They talk in honesty

A/n: When someone wants to request something, go on!

Eternal Sunshine

Chapter 10 > Epilogue

Saying that Lucifer got over protective is an understatement. He always was at least one feet away from you.

Lucifer created a little goat guardian for you, when he wasn’t there and able to protect you. 

You named her Lammy. 

Lucifer always said that it was a boring name. You should name her Shazam or something similar, which you gladly declined. 

Lammy may be a simple name but it is a cute one for your cute little white-brownish goat. She had two small pairs of fairy wings and a pink bowtie. 

You loved your little Lammy and hugged it 24/7 which made Lucifer a little Jealous. 

When Lucifer was there Lammy wasn't allowed on the bed.

Husk and Angel dust were more than happy that you’re alive. They didn’t even let you move an inch. 

And now you were crouched down to the medicine cabinet, because the pain on your back was too much.

“Luce! Where are the pain killers?” You shouted as you looked in the small medicine cabin, you couldn’t find your medications anymore.

A golden shimmer appeared next to you and Lucifer descended from it. 

“They should be in here Apple pie. Why do you need them?” He asked as he crouched down to your level and helped to find the medications. 

“I have pain on my Shoulder.” The pain was on your shoulder blades reminding you of your missing pairs of wings, with a disappointed sigh you sat down on the red carpet. 

“Is there anything more you want to talk about darling?” Lucifer asked out of worry. Since a couple of days, he watched you closely as you sometimes looked outside with a sad expression on your face. You talked a lot less and sometimes you weren’t listening anymore to him. 

“It’s nothing Important.” That was a half lie. 

Even though you and Lucifer were very close and loved each other dearly, there was still a big elephant in the room. 

What was that with Lilith? 

And the way you thought about your wings, you missed them dearly. Now you know how Maleficent when she lost her wings from her own Lover, except it wasn’t Lucifers fault.

“I can see that you’re lying honey.” He snorted and chuckled and took your soft hands in his black clawed ones. “If you don’t want to share that’s okay. Only when you’re ready.” His voice was smooth like butter and his soft lips kissed your forehead softly. 

You take a deep shaky breath, “When I was in that Playhouse. Azrael showed me something.” Lucifer slit eyes switched onto your shaking hands, no doubt was that a very Traumatic event. 

He held them tight letting you know that he’s there for you and will protect you this time. “What has he shown you?” He asked carefully as he watched your eyes fill with sadness, a feeling that clenched around his heart in a hard force.

“You and Lilith, you two were kissing. Meanwhile I-“ A sob escaped your throat, and you laid your head on his chest. 

A pang of guilt resides in Lucifer as he stroked your back in circular motion. “I am sorry my Apple pie. I really hoped you didn’t see that accident, but I guess it was planned."

"She forced herself on me and right after I took care of her that she’ll never show herself back here. Please believe me.” His face was pressed on your hair and he took a deep breath in.

Well, you believe him. You believe him more than you do Azrael, you don’t even know him. 

Michael was dead, he was killed by his own twin brother Lucifer. 

How Ironic. 

You stayed in Lucifers arms a while until your cries calmed down. “Sorry to ruin your day.” Lucifer shook his head and chuckled, “You haven’t ruined anything! Besides we still have the whole night.” 

You started to blush, and your body started to heat up. 

A spark started to swirl on your back, and you felt something coming out. With a quick motion you grabbed some familiar soft feathers on your back and Lucifer whistled. 

“Seems you got your wings back cutie.” He bit his lips and brushed his clawed fingers softly down your Humerus towards the Manus and your body grew hotter every second. 

“Kinda Hot I gotta admit.”

A/n: I wanted to write smut in here but decided against it.

This is the most Pixelated image I've seen in my whole life. Neitherless a God piece.

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[thebowieconstricker]

Stagedoor Sparks! (Matthew Patel x Reader) ✨🔥🔱

masterlist link

AN: OH MY GOODNESS YOU GUYS WERE FEELING THIS ONE OKAY-

I’m so glad to see people hyped up for my pathetic pirate boy. Please enjoy and if this goes well I may turn it into a series lol

We’ve got a gender neutral reader, idiots in love, I saw someone say pathetic x pathetic and YES, theater kid lingo, mild swearing, and your favorite cutie pie. ⚠️Also, this is heavily based on Scott Pilgrim Takes Off, so spoiler warnings for that if you haven’t seen it! ⚠️ Enjoy!

“Scott Pilgrim’s Precious Little Musical”, was what the bright lights of the massive sign on your local theater boasted. Recently, your coworker Julie had been telling you about the ridiculous life of this ‘Scott Pilgrim’, ranting about the conga line of characters that filled his (frankly, pathetic sounding) existence. She had also alerted you to this… musical. A musical that had been written about his life.

You sighed to yourself and adjusted your bag. Making your way to the golden, elaborately designed doors, just barely dodging all the paparazzi (why was there so much paparazzi?), you somehow successfully made your way into the main lobby of the theatre. Ivory and gold filled your vision as you observed the plush red carpet that lined each of the three floors. You had visited this theater before, and it’s gorgeous grandeur never failed to amaze you.

Now, you did not at all care about this guy. Yes, you had been silently internalizing every minuscule part of this random guy’s daily shenanigans, but that was because you were being a good friend to Julie! This Scott guy seemed like a tool, and you weren't particularly interested in listening to a…?

You checked the playbill the usher had just handed you.

…THREE HOUR MUSICAL?!? You almost started laughing right there.

But anyways, you weren’t here for this Scott guy.

You were here for musical theater. You had always been drawn to the fantastical world of lights and costumes and music. Plus, this was a community production with actors from Toronto, and you were always happy to support your local theater kids.

As you finally made your way to your seat, you sat down in the plush red chairs and opened your playbill to the cast section. You didn’t see any names you recognized, but one stood out to you.

Matthew Patel - Scott Pilgrim

Obviously, Scott Pilgrim was the lead role, but what really caught your attention was the picture attached to the name. Matthew Patel, you respectfully observed, was mad cute.

The lights suddenly began to dim and you settled in for whatever was in store, keeping a keen eye out for this ‘Matthew Patel’.

~~~ Holy shit, this is the best thing you’ve ever seen.

From the moment Matthew Patel walked onstage, you were absolutely smitten. He wore a bright orange wig that clashed horrendously with his dark skin, and an oversized jacket, but he was the hottest thing you had ever seen. Also, holy shit, Matthew Patel could sing. From the first line, you were completely enraptured by his high tenor belting. As you watched him onstage, you saw literal sparks in his eyes, his excitement and passion for the stage radiating off of him.

At the curtain call, you stood and enthusiastically clapped for each of the cast members, but hooped and hollered for Matthew especially. Even though you knew he couldn’t see you from the stage, you found yourself blushing at the thought of him looking at you.

That’s when it hit you: You’ve gotta book it to stage door to meet this guy.

~~~ Matthew Patel was completely exhausted. As the curtains flew closed, he sighed and turned around to smile at his cast mates. Although he was drained by his performance, he always took this opportunity at the end of a show to look to his fellow caste mates.

And hopefully someone would invite him with their group to an after show dinner.

He walked through the crowd, giving pats on the back and thumbs ups as he made his way to his dressing room. Lots of smiles, lots of “great job!”’s but… no invitations.

Slamming the door to his room he quickly took of his wig and put on his regular clothes, deciding that he would take off his stage makeup at home (aka the makeup he regularly wore but no one cared enough to know that). His room had a window where he could look down at the stagedoor line, the line that had been non-existent since opening night. He didn’t take it personally, since this musical was for a very specific audience of people and he understood that outside of them, no one knew or cared who Scott Pilgrim was. But still, he was onstage. He was singing and dancing and his art was being celebrated. Yes, he was lonely, still, but life wasn’t too bad right now.

As he did every day, he quickly glanced out his window to check for audience members at stage door and, sure enough, no one-

Wait-

Someone was there?

He did a double take and physically walked to the window, his hands placed against the glass and his now quickening breath creating a fog.

SOMEONE WAS THERE??!?!?

From high up in his dressing room, he saw a small figure holding the bright red playbill of his show. They seemed to be moving back and forth on their feet, bouncing excitedly. From so high up he couldn’t see their expression, but could make out what he thought was a smile.

He broke out into a wide smile. Running around his room, gathering his things and throwing them into his backpack, only one thought raced through his mind: He had to get down there.

~~~ As you waited, the cold Toronto air stung against your flushed cheeks. You were still high on endorphins from the show, the songs already worming their way into your head as you tapped your feet in anticipation.

Suddenly, and without warning, a man burst out of the dark black door you were waiting out, out of breath and panting. He was so hellbent on running out the door that he ran right into you, knocking you over!

“AH-“, you both made the same sound as you fell, the man directly on top of you.

“Oh- apologies, ma’am, I uh-“

You would have said a number of rude things to this man but, seeing his face, you were starstruck.

“Matthew Patel?”

His eyes widened in shock. Carefully, he got off of you and onto his knee in front of you. Gently, he took your hand and pulled you up, the both of you now back on your feet.

“You know me?”

You couldn’t help but notice the faint blush on his cheeks.

“Of course! Well- I mean, you know, you’re Scott Pilgrim! You were absolutely incredible up there, just amazing! My jaw was the floor the whole time! I mean, your voice and your dancing and the fight scenes-“

As you rambled on and on, Matthew was unable to snap himself out of the trance you had put him in. Visually, you were breathtaking, so much so he didn’t know how he had ever found anyone else attractive. But more so, you were genuinely complimenting him. He was never complimented on his theater work. He’d get the rare one from his cast mates, but never an outside fan.

Noticing his silence, you suddenly stopped talking.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to rant, it’s just- one theater kid to another, you were so amazing.”

He shook his head at your apology. “No, don’t be sorry. You’re- you’re very kind. Thank you. And I’m sorry again for… running you over.”

You laughed- a leitmotif to rival Sondheims to Matthew’s ears- and looked at him with a goofy grin.

“Would you sign my playbill?”

“Would you like to have dinner tonight?”

The two of you spoke at the same time, and one’s question made the other blush furiously. Matthew’s entire body tensed in embarrassment that he had been bold enough to ask you out like this, not even knowing your name.

You were absolutely over the moon.

“I- uh- yes. Yes, I would love to.”

Your smile got impossibly wider, and the sparks in Matthew’s eyes that you had noted during his performance returned. With a huge grin, he reached out his hand to take your playbill. You handed it to him and a marker appeared in his other hand as he quickly scribbled his signature.

“What’s your name?”

You told him and his blush deepened. He turned back to the playbill and scribbled a bit more, then handed it to you. You squeaked in excitement and looked at what he had written.

To my biggest fan,

(Y/N)

Looking back up at him, you were certain this was the start of something new.

“So… do you like Italian?”

~~~ HEY MATTHEW FANS TAKE THIS FIC! GO, FETCH! This’ll make a lot more sense if you like musicals, so have fun! Like I said at the start, if y’all want more and I’m feeling up to it, I’ll write more! Happy holidays, folks!

[rosewaterandivy]

Watching the Emmy’s and I thought of your actor Steve and that cutie pie taking you as his date and checking on in you all night to make sure you’re okay���😩

Oh baby, absolutely— you got it in one!

It’s the red carpet that’s the worst, all those flash bulbs and people calling your name asking when the next album will be, when’s the wedding, and could you turn a little to the left while you’re at it?

The old song and dance the heralds the beginning of the next six months of your life. Dinner invites and parties to swan through all on Steve’s arm. You know he dreads it, so you put on a brave face and soldier through.

Besides, the headlines are nowhere near as unsettling as the thinly veiled Deuxfaux blinds that circle you and Steve during awards season like sharks scenting blood in the water.

Except this year, unlike the last, Steve isn’t there to prop you up and let you whisper salacious and ridiculous things into his ear as the flashbulbs burst like so many dying stars.

And you’re just fine with that, as you smile and preen on the press line. You maneuver down the carpet with a deftness your publicist would beam at, calling reporters by name and batting your eyes for the cameras.

A sigh falls from your lips as you spy a familiar head of hair at the entrance of the carpet. He catches your eye with a secret smile, that luscious mouth you used to kiss stupid on the regular. Lips that would tickle the shell of your ear, breath hot on the nape of your neck, chest heaving as sweat-slicked hair brushed the smooth expanse of your back, and he thrust into the tight wet heat between your legs.

But that was then.

For now, you nod back demurely in reply, turning as your assistant guides you down the steps and into the theater. Resisting the urge to glare back at your big dumb and irritatingly distracting ex— well, boyfriend seems so much less than what he was.

Steve, Steve, Steve, the at one time glorious possibility of forever.

[labyrinthofsphinx]

What does vox's fans think of alastor? There together so often I could see them viewing alastor as an extension of vox or someone blessed by him

Anon asked: I know Vox is uber famous but I’d like to believe Alastor is famous in his own right too. The time period this is set in radio was still a popular medium. Does he have any fans? Ever get recognized from his voice?

I'm going to put these together because they kinda touch on the same things:

Alastor isn't unknown to people. His radio station is quite popular! His voice is iconic. Even if you don't know him, you know his voice. But his fame is more regional than Vox. Generally, in the USA, you've may have heard or know of him, but outside the country, probably not. His radio station isn't one of the huge corporation ones, so he's never 'swam in the same waters' as Vox before they met. He's not rubbing elbows with the president and the like. Vox is so big his name is out the door and around the world.

Also, Al was also never one for being photographed. Most people didn't know what he looked like before he started hanging out with Vox and going to red carpet events. So, nobody would ooogle over him like they do with Vox, at least until they heard him speak. Then people would flip out.

Public view of Alastor varies from fan to fan. Some people (especially in world of fame and personalities) are sooooo jealous of Alastor for having Vox as a 'best friend'. Some people actually got introduced to Alastor's broadcasts through Vox, and so they've always been a pair in their minds. There are...others that were more than a little critical because of how Al looked, but Vox doesn't care. And because Vox doesn't care, that means most of the public doesn't care.

But the general public view? They think Alastor is a cutie pie, a much more quiet personality compared to Vox, big momma's boy, and camera shy. They think the two of them are absolutely the cutest, nicest pair of friends to ever grace the public eye.

TLDR: Vox is more famous, but Al has plenty of fans. He gets recognized for his voice all the time. The public thinks he's adorable, especially when paired with Vox. :)

Thanks for the asks!

[floshav]

are you alright? pt.5

pairings: fem!reader x draco malfoy

summary: Draco and y/n take off from their last questionable encounter brushing it off like a crumb to a carpet. The whole ordeal of him standing up Darcy turns into something that makes y/n realise that maybe Draco really is a piece of shit. As she runs her way down the halls of hogwarts, sad, infuriated and confused she bumps into a boy who seems just as confused as she is. Together they help each-other get back at those they both hate most. One being... Draco.

warnings: cussing, make out scene, intrusive thoughts, awkward positions, language, crying... etc

His hands grew impatient, wanting to touch her feather soft hair, be inches away from her face having the freedom to just kiss her whenever he wanted. Wanting to slide his hands anywhere he dreamed of. Wanting to slide his hands slowly up her thigh.

"Draco?" Y/n called for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Mhm, yea?"

"What're you thinking bout hm?" Y/n inquired with a soft smile, which made his heart melt right into the ground.

About you is all. Which is what he wanted to say.

"Hm, nothing." He sighed before letting himself up

"Then your resting face is pretty damn weird." Y/n was disappointed. She just wanted something, anything to happen. But she was too shy to make the first move.

Darcy was applying layers upon layers of lipgloss trying to hide her dry naturally scabby lips. It was quite funny to be fair, seeing her face all scrunched up in front of the dusty mirror.

"Mwah! Mmmwah!"

Oh god. Darcy was practicing her stupid kissing skills. Not like she had anyone to practice them on anyway.

Y/n could physically see Draco flinch and cringe at this making her want to let out a much needed laugh.

"Merlin. I do not want to be near those lips. Ever."

"Well too bad Mr nice guy, it's about time you show up."

Y/n had completely forgotten about standing Darcy up, the amusing thought of Draco entertaining Darcy was all that fogged her mind.

"What the hell? No-!"

"D-draco?" Darcy innocently called as Draco started to give her an awkward stiff look.

"H-hi Darcy.."

Y/n was giggling like a mad woman at this point. The whole situation was a big fat joke to her and she wanted nothing more than to tell Darcy how badly she had fell for this prank.

"So...."

"So.."

"Wanna make out?" "Wanna head out?"

Both Darcy and Draco said at the same time. You can guess who said what.

"O-oh..."

"I mean that's why you invited me here right? To get it on?"

"Well- you see.."

"B-but you made your intentions so clear!" Darcy raged

"I'm going to tell the whole school that Draco Malfoy is a big fat fraud. No one will ever want to see you again!"

Panic began to take over y/n's features. Was Darcy blackmailing Draco?

Y/n could see the shift in expression in his face, and felt a twinge of anger start to arisen within her.

"Wha- Ok. OK fine what do you want?"

Y/n didn't know where this was going, but she somehow didn't like the direction it was headed in.

"A kiss is all cutie pie." Darcy snarled whilst inching closer and closer to his face.

Darcy had whispered something inaudible to Draco making y/n's curiosity bloom further.

Before she knew it, Darcy's hands were laid on Dracos hip bone gently moving up and down. All the while Darcy had been inching closer....and closer... to his face. The funny thing was.. Draco seemed to look as if he enjoyed it?

"Mm- ah-" Darcy had plunged into Dracos pillowy lips giving him a full blown make out sesh. Draco had seemed to be complying pretty well. As if he loved the situation he was put in. Y/n wondered if he thought about her staring at him and Darcy make out. Y/n wondered if that was his kink.

"Merlin, you taste so good Draco." Darcy said between kisses

Both their faces were flushed red, a shine of sweat glistening gracefully on their skin.

Soft moans escaped Draco's wanting lips searching for soemthing between Darcys. As if her lips had the answers to solve world hunger.

"Y-you're so pretty." Draco mumbled under his breath causing y/n's face to go pale.

Y/n grew angry with each moment the kiss got steamier. She wondered why the hell Draco was actually giving her the time of her life with this kiss. One chaste kiss would have been fine, but a whole ass make out session? Wasn't the whole point of this meet to stand up Darcy and make her feel miserable just like all the times she had made y/n miserable? Why was Darcy always on the winning side! Draco really is a piece of shit. Y/n thought

Fuck this.

Sudden rage which turned into sadness over washed her features as she began looking for a nearby exit to get away from this whole ordeal. Each second was torture to her fragile mind. Ripping her slowly at every moment. Each lustful sound which was cohered from Dracos soft lips made y/n grimace in pain. It should've been her to be Dracos first kiss.

After some time of dreaded tears falling softly down her face, she finally found a hatch below her so conveniently placed. She hastily opened it up trying not to cause a ruckus as she slipped through the gap.

Sigh. Finally she was out of the god forsaken arousal filled room.

She didn't know where to go. Just anywhere far away from the tower was fine. So she set foot, running off into an unknown direction, wind tangled up in her hair, her stamina running low.

The run felt like ages, each long stride she took felt no different than the last. It was like she couldn't escape or except the thought that Draco could very much be doing more than just kissing right about now. The thought irked y/n to unsettling degrees.

Thump.

An uncomfortable pounding began to pulse through her head. What the hell just happened?

She looked up glassy eyed at the mysterious boy she'd bumped into.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" The voice cooed

Once she regained her vision, a tall figure with the familiar head of messy hair and a scar, Harry Potter showed up.

"H-harry?" She quickly scrambled to her feet standing up straight.

"What're you doing up in the halls so late?"

"Nothing. Just taking a good old midnight stroll" The situation resembled of the one she had with draco many nights before. It was.... a comforting memory to say the least.

"I see...."

"Well, i wouldn't want to bother your late night... stroll-" Before Harry could finish his sentence, a strong thrash of wind conjured from the window that had sat right beside them, making them collide into an awkward position.

Y/n's body has been placed to straddle Harry's, arms pinning his head down to the floor. The expression on Harry's face didn't help either.

"Y/n!"

"Y/n! Where are you!" Y/n could hear the annoying yet familiar voice of Draco call from a near corner.

This was it. This would be her payback y/n thought menacingly as she began to get comfortable in Harry's lap ready for Draco to walk in at any given moment.

"Do me a favour Harry. Just play along."

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Bro i'm kinda glad tumblr deleted my last draft cuz if not THIS WEIRD TWIST WOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED like don't ask okay lmao, also tysm for all the love on my previous works!!! i'm so grateful you guys like this series omigoshahsh okay till next time dearest

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

https://www.tiktok.com/@evanvibrations/video/7377807430123670790?_t=8n0UpSAbLw8&_r=1

Those faces he pulls! Classic Evan. He's such a cutie pie.

(From couple of years ago but this sprung up on my fyp and just thought I'd share it regardless).

thank you for this, i love his facial expressions on the red carpet 😂💗

[artemlukyanenka]

Manel Navarro @ Los40 Music Awards’ red carpet

[alirhi]

This man is the cutest being to ever walk this planet, and I will fight anyone who tries to say otherwise. Look at this precious lil bean! The way he rocks up on his tippy-toes like "h'oshit she tall!" and his smooth flirting that just completely crumbles into flustered stuttering when she flirts back I just... GAH! how is a man this sexy and adorable and sweet allowed to exist?

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD

at after party of the "We Live in Time" premiere.

[straykidsupdate]

© Cutie pie. [1, 2] please do not edit or crop logo

[thecapricunt1616]

They are so hot! I really hope they are able to become closer and hopefully we see them on some red carpets together being cute 🥹🤞 I just want our man to be a happy thriving coparent! Also Rosalia would be such a sweet step mommy she’s a cutie pie!!

WE ARE ALIVE AND WELL ACTUALLY

[bareillykipagli]

Alia Bhatt || Filmfare Glamour & Style Awards Red Carpet (2015)