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imaginationnation · 4 years ago

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A day

A belated birthday gift for the amazing 🎉🌹 @robert-de-niro-only-fans

I love you and hope you like this! 💕

You were at work doing inventory, daydreaming as usual, when you found this curious pendant with an inscription. In very small cursive, it read: To whom this treasure says, true love will find today. You sighed wistfully “If only you were right, little treasure. Today might be the best day ever”.

After setting it down carefully, you continued diligently taking note of other articles in the antique shop you worked at. You were counting through a pack of vintage postcards when you heard the bell of the door chime.

“Hello! I’ll be with you in a second!”, you placed the postcards in a box, wrote down the number, and walked to the front of the store, where you found yourself staring at the sexiest -and most extravagantly dressed- man you had ever seen.

”Hello!”, you repeated, suddenly extremely nervous. You’d think you felt less flustered when he smiled a crooked little smirk at you, using only his lips, but it only made it worse. Luckily for you, he then spoke, and damn it if that wasn’t the sexiest voice you had ever heard. “Hello there, miss. Are you the owner of this fine establishment?”

“Oh, no, but I have worked here for a while now, I’m sure I can help you find anything you need...or want”, you answered, doing your best to sound sultry and not as overly excited as you felt.

He smiled again, now with a little eyebrow raise, “Well, it just happens to be that I am considering to buy this quaint little place. I’m looking into...expanding, my business”.

“You can’t do that!” you both looked surprised at your outburst. But it came right out of your mouth without a doubt. He waited for you to continue. “I’m sorry, Mr…”

“Rothstein. Sam Rothstein. But please, call me Sam”

“Sam”, you smiled. “I’m sorry, but this is a family establishment. The owners have taken care of it for generations. It’s very close to their hearts and there’s no way they would sell it out to some fancy gentleman who can surely find another quaint little establishment around here to….expand, his business.”

“Well, that’s too bad. I’m sure I could talk them into an agreement. They would find it very hard to refuse, I can tell you that”, he answered. He might have seemed a tad arrogant to someone else, but you could tell there was something else about him. A broken, self-healed wound that made him determined to go for it, no matter the challenge.

“I find that hard to believe”, you challenged. His eyebrows rose again.

“All right then. I can tell you’re a very knowledgeable woman and you care about this place and its owners. I respect that”. You smiled. “Now here’s another offer” You tilted your head, this man was unbelievable!

“An offer I can’t refuse?”, you countered.

He laughed, and God! You almost melted. He shrugged. “I guess you could call it that. I can actually bet you won’t say no. And I know one or two things about betting”.

“You bet? And what do I win if I say no?”

“You name the prize.” He smiled once again. Damn him. You could think of a few options, but you had to admit you were too intrigued to decline the invitation anyway.

“All right, Sam. Shoot”

“What say you come with me and show me all the other quaint little places you say I can find around here, and after I decide on which one I can use for my business, you let me buy you dinner for your kind assistance”.

You could not contain the smile on your face. “Deal. Just wait a little while? My shift is almost over” He nodded. You then remembered something. “Wait! You never said what you got if you won the bet”

And there it was, the crooked little smirk that took your breath away. “Oh, I will think of something”.

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A year later, Sam walked through the crowd of his new establishment with you on his arm, introducing you to everybody and flashing that killer smile every time you two locked eyes.

You had indeed succeeded in finding another quaint little place for him to turn into a fine restaurant, which you were now inaugurating together. When the time came to toast the grand occasion, he asked everybody to raise their glasses, amidst cheers and clapping all over the place.

“Thank you, thank you all, for being here. There is, however, one person I want to thank for making this possible.” He then turned to his side, where you held your glass expectantly. The moment your eyes met his, you knew this was no simple toast.

“Ashley, my Ashley, every moment that has passed since we met has made my life brighter. Being by your side, everything is possible.”

The crowd merged in sing-song “awwwws”. Your eyes filled with tears. “Sam…”

All of a sudden he was opening a little velvet box with the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen.

“Ashley, light of my life. Will you be my wife?”

Your “Yes!” was followed by cheers, whistling and boisterous congratulatory yells of the crowd.

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Later that evening, after a heated consummation of your engagement, you lay with Sam draped over you, amidst his luxurious satin sheets.

“Sam, this has been the most wonderful day of my life...well, actually, I think the day we met is going to be my favorite day forever”

“Funny you should mention it”

“What do you mean?”. You started protesting when he got up from bed, but it only took him a moment to retrieve something from a drawer in a vanity nearby.

“I’ve had this for a while now, guess I was waiting for the right time.” He placed a small rectangle in your hand, kissing you softly. “Hope you like it”

“Sam Rothstein, you terrible tease” you opened the second jewelry box you were presented with that evening, to reveal the pendant you’d found a year before, just before you met Sam. “How?!...when?”

“I had to get it, after you told me the story behind it”

“But I told you about it just a few weeks after we met” It has taken that, just a few weeks for you to know you were deeply in love with Sam. And so you told him about the old pendant with the inscription that seemed to bring him to you that day in the antique shop you used to work at.

“And I went to get it the very next day”

“You are incorrigible, Mr. Rothstein” you kissed him soundly and snuggled into him.

“Thank you, Mrs. Rothstein, if you don’t mind me calling you that. I just love the sound of it. Mrs. Ashley Rothstein”

“I love it too”. You smiled and squeezed the pendant while you hugged your fiance, amazed at how everything changed that day in the antique shop.

✨ 😘 💖 😘 ✨

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Ashley!!!!! Thank you for making such wonderful conent for all of us thirsty hoes. Cheers to your life with Sam Rothstein!

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robert-de-niro-only-fans · 4 years ago

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Hell-ish

Louis Cyphre x Reader

Not related to the movie (Angel Heart) literally at all, just wanted to write about Robert De Niro Satan™ 💖✨

(Had to repost this, because it was impossible to find a way to read Part 2, and impossible to link Part 2 in my masterlist, so now it’s all in one post!)

TW: you’re in hell but I swear it’s not that bad, mentions of demons/the devil, horn stuff?

Word Count: 3.1k (in 2 parts)

Enjoy! 😈😈😈

Part 1

The harsh pain in your shoulders and the unfamiliar feeling of the room around you made you aware, but the grogginess in your head only made you want to sleep. Sleep. You don’t remember when you fell asleep. You crack your eyes open only to realize you don’t know where you are… But that the bed you’re in is beyond cozy.

You pull the covers up over you more, but you also scan the room a bit. It’s incredibly luxurious. The room is fully decorated in black marble and gold. The sheets you lay on are black silk. You’ve never seen anything like it.

“Good morning, my dear, glad to see you’re finally awake,” a voice says from across the room. You turn to face the man as he approaches you. He has a very striking look. He bares a thick beard, long hair that is neatly pulled back and tied up, pointed white nails, a black and gold cane, and the nicest suit you’ve ever seen.

He sits on the edge of the bed and puts his cane aside before looking at you, “Are you alright, love? You look like a deer caught in headlights, although a very cute deer, much like a little fawn.” His fingers tuck some of your hair behind your ear, and then his hand lingers on your cheek for a moment. Despite the man’s startling look and the unsettled feeling you have, his presence felt very familiar to you.

“Um… I’m okay, just woozy.” You rub your eyes trying to wake up a little more.

“Here, drink this. It’ll help you to feel better.” As if pulling a rabbit out of a hat, the man had a teacup and saucer in his hands. He hands it to you and you take a sip. It’s very good, slightly sweet. “It’ll help with the pain in your shoulders as well.” He stands to walk out of the room.

“Hmmm? How did you know about that?”

He swiftly exits the room.

You sit and sip your tea for awhile.

• • •

Before you know it, you’re waking up again… The tea must’ve put you to sleep, but at least you feel well-rested and your shoulders aren’t sore anymore.

You lie in the large bed, mind wandering. You’ve never been to this place before, never seen this man. Yet, you feel safe here. Before long, you find yourself thinking about how he compared you to a fawn. It was an odd compliment, but it gave you butterflies in your stomach. You really wouldn’t mind if he touched your cheek again, too.

“Darling, are you hungry? I made you breakfast,” he looms over the bed with a nicely made tray of food in this hand. He nearly gave you a heart attack.

“Oh… um, sure.”

A warm smile comes to his face as he sets the tray on your lap. There lies a beautiful assortment of food: fresh fruit, croissants, milk and juice, and even a boiled egg propped up in one of those fancy caramic egg dishes. He taps the shell of the boiled egg with one long fingernail, “Boiled eggs are very symbolic to me. I have one with breakfast each day.”

You give him a small smile, and then there’s a long pause. “Who are you?”

“Louis. Louis Cyphre.”

“And this is your home?”

“Yes.”

“And where is that?”

“Hmmm… I’m not sure you’re ready to hear this, but you have to find out sooner or later. You’re in Hell, to put it simply.”

“Hell?! What do you mean Hell?!” Your mind is but racing.

“Here, honey, eat a little something,” he says handing you a croissant, “Hell, as in the Underworld, as in one of the many afterlives, as in eternal damnation.”

“This doesn’t seem like Hell… It’s so nice here.”

“Yes, well, this is my home, so it can be how I want it to be.”

“I don’t understand. Aren’t you also here to be tortured or something? You don’t look like a demon to me… Who are you?”

“(Y/N), I already told you, but I’ll make it more apparent, just for you, sweet girl… I’m Louis Cyphre, Lucifer.”

“Lucifer?? Like Satan?” It comes out of your mouth before the realization sets in. “You’re the Devil?”

“Yes.”

This doesn’t scare you as much as it should. Why should you be scared of him? He’s been nothing but hospitable and caring towards you.

He sits next to you placing his hand on your cheek one again. It makes you feel warm. “No harm will come to you while you’re here. Quite the contrary, you’ll be treated like a queen.” He pulls a grape from the tray in front of you and places it in your mouth.

“But why? I thought Hell was for suffering.”

“Hmmm… It’s a story for another time, but let’s just say I decided to keep you for myself, rather than letting you stay in your afterlife.”

“Oh… Well, that’s very sweet. I suppose being here is much nicer than what I would’ve faced, being that I got sent to Hell.”

• • •

After this, he spent much of his time courting you, and the time you spent with him was magical, to say the least.

He always served you the tastiest food, seemingly pulled from thin air. You met many ghouls and demons; some were friends, some were “in the business,” and some you saw grovelling at Louis’ feet for mercy. He would take you to spectacular places, completely unimaginable and nothing like you’d ever known. But when you confessed to him that you really missed plant life and the night sky, he made you a garden filled with beautiful botanicals where the night sky and constellations could be seen at any time of day.

You spent a lot of time there.

• • •

One particular day, you are sitting in the gardens on a small bench with Louis, just enjoying the breeze and the smell in the air. He has one arm around your shoulders and the other is resting on your lap holding your hand. Your shoulders still hurt a lot of the time, but at this point it was normal and you just assumed it had to do with the way you died.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes, Louis?”

“May I kiss you?”

“Hmmm…” You smile and look at him, “on one condition.”

“Anything for you, my heart.”

“Show me your horns.”

He scoffs. “Horns?! What horns?” He really was bad at lying to you; you thought it was sweet how even the Demon King could be rendered weak by love.

“I know you must have them. All of the other demons do. And like wings or a tail or something… I wanna see it.”

“Why on Earth would a sweet girl like you want to see those things?”

“Well… I like you a lot, Louis, and I want to be able to love all of you, not just the parts you show me.”

A blush comes to his cheeks, but it’s quickly followed by a bit of sadness, “I don’t want to scare you away…”

“You won’t scare me. I’ll still know it’s you.”

There’s a long pause before he says, “Close your eyes.”

You place your hands over your face, and they were only there for a few seconds before you feel Louis’ hands pulling them off of your eyes.

Of course the first thing that catches your eye is the horns. Tall, black and dark brown, gently spiraled up into the air, and quite pointy at the end. Then there are his eyes, a deep but glowing shade of red, and full of hesitance. Clearly he’s afraid you won’t like him like this. His fingernails are now much longer and black, more like claws. As he adjusts his seating, you notice the gnarly black wings that hover behind him. They’re like bat wings, and while they are very intimidating, they look out of place, somehow, like they aren’t supposed to be there.

You were sure that he could take a much more frightening form, but he still wants to protect your from some things.

“Can I touch them?” You ask.

“Hmm?”

“Your horns. Can I touch them?”

“Yes, but only you.”

Your reach up and lightly grace your fingers over the rigid texture of one of the horns. You push it lightly, causing Louis to tilt his head back. You giggle, which seems to put him at ease. You wrap your hand around the horn and pull his face close to yours for that kiss you promised him. When his lips met yours, he wrapped his arms around you holding you close. Your arm drops from his head to wrap around the back of his neck.

After a long, sweet kiss, you both pull away breathless. And you see that Louis is back to the way you’re used to seeing him.

“Aww, Louis… I really liked your horns.”

“You did?”

“Yeah! They look very good on you. Will you please put them back?”

“I suppose, anything for you, sweetheart.” And just like that, they were back. You couldn’t explain why you liked them, you just did. “Please don’t use them to tug me around too often…” He says with a chuckle.

“So you’re saying it’s okay sometimes?” You laugh.

“Mmm… Sometimes, yes, only if I get a kiss out of it.”

• • •

That night, you share a bed for the first time, and even though you’re only cuddling and sharing kisses, you both thoroughly enjoy the closeness. He knew everything about you, which made you uneasy at first, but now that you had seen him in a vulnerable position, you felt you could trust him. With some trust established, you found yourself falling for him quickly.

As you’re lying next to him, you can’t keep your eyes or your fingers off of his horns, and an idea pops into your head, “So ya know how you’re like this big powerful Overlord of the Damned or something?”

This earned you a hearty laugh from the man, “Yes, I know.”

“Well I was just thinking about your horns and how they’re so cool, and how you made me that garden outside, and well…”

“Well?” He gives you a playful look.

“Well… could you give me horns?”

“You want horns?”

“Yeah! They’re cool! And, like, why shouldn’t I fit in with the demons a little?”

“Honey, you don’t fit in with the demons,” he says through a laugh.

“Okay well I still want horns.”

“Hmmm… You want horns, huh? Well alright.” He scoops you up off the bed and takes you to stand in front of the mirror. He leans in towards your ear and whispers, “Close your eyes.”

You clap your hands over your eyes and sit there with a smile. You can feel the excitement vibrating through you; your whole body is buzzing… It’s making your shoulders ache really badly actually…

Louis firmly presses his hands into the spots where your shoulders hurt, then he wraps his body tightly around you. “Open your eyes,” he says with a small twinge of panic in his voice. But all of your worries fade away when you see your newest accessory in the mirror. You gasp and immediately your fingers are tracing over the shape of your new horns; they’re just above your ear, and they curl back like a ram’s would. Completely different from Louis’, but you like that.

“Do you like them, princess?”

“Oh, yes, Louis! Thank you so much… They’re so pretty!” You’re nearly squealing with enthusiasm.

“Good, darling! I had pictured you with little deer antlers, because you so remind me of a little woodland fawn, but there are some things I have no control over. It seems you’re one of them!”

“Hmm, are you saying you’d like to control me?” You give him a coy look.

“No… But I am glad I can do this,” he wraps a hand around one of your horns and pulls you towards him, smiling against your lips while kissing you.

• • •

Part 2

Louis watches you as you lie in bed sleeping. You used to sleep so peacefully, but your dreaming has become wild and more powerful in the past few weeks. His eyes gloss over your sleeping form: a frustrated look on your face, your body glowing a beautiful gold color, and the wings on your back stretching and fluttering. Every once in a while you kick or a light moan escapes you, so Louis holds you close attempting to bring you some comfort.

He wonders how long he'll be about to keep this from you. He wonders how long he has until you demand to know the truth and then hate him for it.

He can suppress your energy and keep your wings binded when you're awake, but you've become far too powerful even for him when you're dreaming. Almost as if your body needs to make up for lost time for not being in its proper form.

And when you're awake, he knows you'll only be riddled with headaches and the pain in your shoulders that has only gotten worse. He hates torturing you like this. Despite being in Hell, you weren't here to be tortured.

With that thought, Louis makes up his mind. He stops trying to suppress you in any way, and he'll answer for it in the morning. But at least you'll sleep well tonight and wake up rested without any more pain.

• • •

As you wake up, you feel the warmth of Louis next to you, so you decide to just keep your eyes closed and nuzzle into his neck feeling his beard tickle your forehead. He gently places a kiss to you head and squeezes you to him.

You tilt your head back expecting your usual morning kisses, and Louis does not disappoint; he never does. He is beyond good to you, doing his very best to make you comfortable and happy at all times.

You pull away from his lips and crack your eyes open for the first time that morning. You're greeted with the sight of his face close to yours, wearing a sweet smile; his eyes flashing just a hint of worry. He pulls you in for more kisses, much more needy than the usual morning routine. As things turn passionate, you feel a weird shift and something brush against your arm.

You pull away and turn to look. It's a big white wing. You sit up turning side to side, quickly realizing they're attached to you. "Louis?! What is this?"

You spring out of bed and run to the mirror. As plain as the nose on your face, there's a large set of wings on your back. With the wings and the horns, you certainly are starting to look the part of being the Demon King's girlfriend.

"Louis, you gave me wings?! They're sooo pretty! I gotta say it's a little bit of a big surprise, maybe we should've talked about it first..." You can't stop looking in the mirror, "Do you like them, Louis? And did you pick what they look like this time, or was it like my horns?"

You turn towards the man in the bed, who hasn't said anything in a while, and confusion quickly washes over you when you see the look on his face: pure worry, and a little bit of redness around his eyes and the tip of his nose, like he might cry.

"Louis..." You're worried you'll make it worse. "What's wrong?"

He inhales sharply, "Nothing, honey. You look wonderful." His lips pull into a smile, but again, he was bad at lying to you.

You crawl back into the bed and sit next to him, running your fingers through his long hair. "Ya know, for being the Devil and all, you're a bad liar."

"Hmm... yeah," He gives you a half smile.

"Just tell me what it is, baby."

He always melts for you when you call him that.

"I- I just, uh..." You listen intently while he pauses for a moment. "Well, ah, your wings... They've always been there," it was all he could get out to start.

"Huh? No they haven't. I've never had wings before."

"You've had wings longer than you realize. They're the reason your shoulder blades always hurt. Notice how it doesn't hurt anymore?"

"Oh. Well, why? Why couldn't I see them?"

"They were binded. I binded them," he hung his head, disappointed in himself.

"Louis... Will you please tell me what's going on?"

He takes a deep breath and smiles at you, but it's bittersweet. He places a hand on your cheek, because he knows you like that. "You're an angel, sweet girl."

"Like... from heaven?" you question.

"Like from heaven," he repeats with the slightest chuckle.

"Well," you wrap your arms around him, "how did I end up here?" Your tone is almost chirpy. Louis is surprised how well you're taking this; he expected you to be upset with him. Right now, he's the only one really upset.

He puts an arm around you, and lies back on the bed, cuddling into you. He answered all of your questions, knowing you were a curious little thing, and slowly he felt a weight lifted off his chest. Despite being responsible for the eternal torture of many souls, he couldn't stand being dishonest towards you or doing anything to hurt you.

After a lot of conversation, it basically boiled down to this:

He loved you while you were alive, and he couldn't stand being without you, so he stole you from heaven. He kept it a secret from you because he was scared you'd hate him, but he had no clue you would overcome the spells he had placed on you.

"I knew I was in trouble when you put those horns on your own head, as if you'd done it a thousand times before," he said, scrunching his nose at you.

"What?! I didn't make these horns!" You put your hands on the horns on either side of your head.

"You did! When I told you I had no control over you, I wasn't just referring to the design of those things." His fingers traced over the curl of one of your horns.

"Well, since you aren't the one that gave me my wings, do you like them at least? I know they're not all scary like yours..."

"Oh, hush, my sweet! They look lovely on you. You make a beautiful angel."

"You're so good to me, Louis. Even if I could go to heaven, I wouldn't go unless I could take you with me!"

The man next to you chuckled lowly, "Well, until that time comes, you'll make the best little Demon Queen."

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bebepac · 4 years ago

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Food Fail (Happy Birthday Robin! 2020)

This is the first time I’ve ever written a birthday Fic and it’s in honor of a friend of mine @dcbbw !!!! Happy Birthday my friend!!!!!!

When I first joined the fandom back in January, when I was searching for fics to read, she was one of the first people when I searched that came across. I started reading her stories. When I wanted to write my own, and was nervous and anxious, she helped give me the confidence to write.

She’s a very talented writer, and is incredibly humble. I am happy to call you my friend. I really hope you have a wonderful day today.

So I wrote this about a food you do not like. SUSHI. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!

I hope you enjoy it. See what I did there. LOL!!!!!!

I used my characters from Pops Place, as you can tell.

I also used @shitthepizza About Pizza prompt # 5: “I am always in the mood for pizza,” which will appear in bold.

Jaiden Brooks is my own character, all other characters belong to Pixelberry.

This is not the next chapter of Pops Place. But it fits into the series. To check out the series Pop's Place Masterlist

Summary: Mia goes out with the gang for dinner.

Warnings: Profanity. That’s pretty much it.

Word Count: 1202

Tagging: @queenjilian @bbrandy2002 @indiacater @janezillow @islandcrow @mom2000aggie @gkittylove99 @gabesmommie1130 @sophie-and-shizuku @kingliam2019 @queenwalton @cordonia-gothqueen @texaskitten30 @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @queen-arabella-of-cordonia @lodberg @hopefulmoonobject @kimmiedoo5 @sanchita012 @mrsdrakewalkerblog @cordonianroyalty @batgirlassociationofgothamcity @hopelessromanticmonie @marietrinmimi @blueaster-blog1 @lovablegranny @ac27dj @classylady1234 @loudbluebirdlover @atha68 @nikkis1983 @furiousherringoperatortoad @sevenfuckslefttogive @ladyangel70 @burnsoslow @axwalker @debramcg1106 @marshmallowsandfire @choicesficwriterscreations

Song Inspiration for this fic: “Milkshake” by Kelis

https://youtu.be/pGL2rytTraA

I don’t own rights to the music. or quoted lyrics later on.

"Hey if you want to, you and Daniel can meet me at Pop's and we can ride together downtown."

"Oh my GOD Jaiden thanks!!! I absolutely hate driving in downtown Raleigh with all the one way streets and parallel parking."

"But Mia, you seriously have the smallest car in the world to parallel park."

"It's North Carolina, not New York, no one parallel parks here, you pull in. I didn't have to parallel park for my driving test."

"Well I'm from New York and we parallel park."

"Well you go right ahead Mr. New Yorker!"

"Then I will show you how it's done Miss Southern Belle, after we …. He cleared his throat and continued in the worst southern drawl ever, ��drink sweet tea and eat apple cobbler in the parlor Ma'am.”

Mia burst out laughing.

“Shut up! You know I’m not like that, and I definitely don’t sound like that.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand your dialect.”

“YOU TALKING TO ME?” Mia said in her best Robert De Niro voice.

Daniel looked at the two of them bickering back and forth. He looked surprised.

“Hmmm… that was pretty good.” Jaiden said to her nodding. “You could get by in the city with that.”

“Thank you.” Mia flashed him a smile.

“So, I'll pick you guys up around 6:20?"

"That's perfect."

When they were in the car. She kept noticing Daniel staring at her.

“Whaaaaat?”

“Um… so are you going to tell me what that was, or do I have to guess?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Girl…..“

“Daniel What?!?!?!”

“Are you and Jaiden a thing?”

“Uh no. We’re just friends.”

Daniel gave her a look.

“I don’t flirt with my friends like that.” Daniel raised his eyebrow at Mia again.

“We were not flirting.”

“You two are definitely something-ing because, I could cut the tension with a machete.”

“Nuh uh.. It’s not even like that Daniel.”

“I’m just saying Mia, you need a theme song for this summer, and I got just the one.”

Mia smirked at him.

“Mia’s milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they’re like, it’s better than yours, damn right it’s better than yours, I could teach you, but I have to charge.”

“Okay Daniel.”

“You better wear something cute for your bae.”

“He’s not my Bae.”

“Okay, then he’s a friend that definitely wants to see you naked. Girl, can I live vicariously through you this summer? Cuz you’re pulling all the men so far.”

“Yeah and they all the winners, “Drake: I have a long distance girlfriend, but yeah let’s hang out too, and Liam: Mr. I’m pretty sure you did something shady to get me to look your way and discredit Drake but he screwed that up on his own.”

“And Leo: Mr. I have given you a nickname but no one else can use it, and let’s get you crazy drunk.”

“Okay… already let’s get you home so we can get ready and get back for dinner.”

When they arrived back right around 6:15, they pulled up seeing Jaiden leaning against his jeep.

As they walked up to Jaiden’s jeep she heard Daniel softly singing.

“La - la - la - la - laaaaaa… the boy is waiting….”

She punched Daniel.

“Should I even ask?” Jaiden looked at the two of them.

“No you should not.”

He opened the door for Mia letting her get into the car.

“Your jeep is nice.”

“Thanks, it took me getting straight A’s and graduating 3rd in my class to get it.”

“So you’ll be at Cordonia U in the fall then?”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you live in Prestonwoods.”

“Yeah, I don’t get all that you’re either Prestonwoods or you’re everyone else crap. We actually toured both. I liked Hartfeld better. That’s where I’ll be this fall.”

“Me too.”

“Cool.” He glanced in Mia’s direction. Mia was wearing a red dress and white sandals. She looked really cute.

“Watch and learn Mia.”

Jaiden flawlessly parallel parked between two cars.

“Am I supposed to be impressed?”

“You know what… I’m locking you in the car. I’ll go enjoy dinner with Daniel. You’ll have air and sadness for dinner Mia.” Jaiden laughed. Mia couldn’t help her smile on her face.

“Oh my god!!!! Air and Sadness?!?! I really like you Jaiden. You put her in her place.” Daniel chuckled. “Mia needs a guy that is as funny as she is.”

Daniel noticed them both stare at each other in silence.

Yep… he thought… there are definite sparks there.

“I’ll get the door for you Mia.”

“Where are we meeting everyone at? I’m starving.”

“Sushi Blues Cafe.”

“Sushi…. As in raw fish?”

“There are cooked sushi rolls. Have you had sushi?”

“I’ve never tried it.. I like my fish fried and battered, with tartar sauce, and either lemon juice or vinegar, thanks to Pops.”

“So I’ll get a Philadelphia roll, it’s cooked with smoked salmon, avocado, cream cheese. Most people who are newbies to sushi like it. So I'll share mine with you. I’ll get two so if you like it, you can have your own.”

When they got into the restaurant the only seats left were on the end of the table. Daniel sat in the next to the last seat, and Mia sat on the end being left handed, and Jaiden sat across from her. She noticed everyone else was there. Hana, Penelope, Maxwell, Olivia, Leo, Rashad, Neville, and Liam. No Drake. He probably doesn’t do Sushi. Can’t blame him. They passed out menus. Mia looked nervous. She ordered a green tea, and when the server came back for her food order, she couldn’t remember what roll Jaiden said he was going to get.

“She’s with me,” Jaiden said. “We’ll get two philly rolls.”

She smiled at him. “Thank you,” she mouthed to him.

“You’re welcome.” he whispered back.

She stared at her plate.

She poked a piece of the sushi.

“It’s not going to attack you, Mia.”

“And this is cooked?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like spicy stuff?”

“Not really.”

“So that green stuff, stay away from that then. That’s wasabi.”

“Ginger?”

“Meh…”

“Yeah, we won’t mess with that either then.”

“So put some soy sauce on a piece.”

Mia mimicked him.

“And just one big bite. Eat it.”

He popped it in his mouth and chewed.

“It’s good, now your turn.”

Mia did as he did. She dry heaved.

Jaiden almost fell out of his chair, because of the look on Mia’s face. It was clear…. Mia was not a fan of sushi. Both Jaiden and Daniel both were roaring in laughter.

“Chew it up, or spit it out. Do something Mia!!!!”

Liam looked in their direction in all the ruckus they were causing. Liam wished he was sitting with Mia, they looked to be having so much fun.

Mia managed to swallow the piece of sushi.

“Want another then?” Jaiden asked seriously for a second, then burst into laughter again.

“No thanks. I’d almost would have rather had the air and sadness, you offered earlier.”

When it was time to leave and the check was passed out, Jaiden paid for Mia’s share even though she didn’t really eat anything.

They walked down the street together.

“So… how about a pizza?” Jaiden asked.

“I’m always in the mood for pizza.”

“Let’s go get you some dinner then Mia.”

Mia smiled as Jaiden led the way back to his vehicle.

#bebepac writes #usually drama #not today #pops place #birthday fic #trr fanfic #trr fandom #trr mc #trr mc x oc #trr daniel

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years ago

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Supposed Fiancé Part 2

Mob AU

Series Masterlist

Al Pacino x reader, Robert De Niro x reader, also including Uma Thurman, Emilia Clarke and Rachel Weisz

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: tmurder, cussing,t talks of sex, someone getting shot

Author’s Note: Dude. I love writing this. I do. I’ve planned out two more parts so it isn’t super long but I really really love it and I really hope that you guys do too!

I’m using the actors to play a role I have created. This is not based off of real life.

(not my gif)

You stumbled out of bed, understanding where you were the second you woke up which was different for you. You slipped on your high heels, cursing yourself for wearing them last night. You walked downstairs and the bar was already in full swing. You must have slept in a lot.

“Heya princess,” Bobby called, gesturing for the bartender to get you a drink. You held up your hand, shaking your head.

“I gotta catch a cab. I’m surprised Al didn’t come shoot you and leave a shitty calling card,” you said.

“Stay for a drink. You slept in, it’s alright five.”

“In the afternoon?”

“Yeah. You must not get a lot of sleep in the casino drug business they got you staying at.” You scoffed and looked out the window before deciding to sit down at the bar behind him. You took the glass the bartender offered.

“I try,” you said. “But thank you again for letting me stay and then not killing me in my sleep.” He chuckled and shrugged.

“I thought about it but I’d have an even bigger target on my head.” You hit his arm and downed the drink quickly.

“You like me. Admit it.”

“If the NYPD can’t break me you sure as shit can’t,” he said. You stood up and hit his back once more.

“Thank you. I’ll be back for a drink when my supposed fiance gets to be too much,” you said. He held up a hand, brushing you off.

“Feel free.”

You walked over to Rachel's house. She didn’t live far from the bar and you knew that she would handle this better than Al. You knocked on her door, a quaint apartment that you wouldn’t expect from someone in her line of work. Either way you were sure that she had a gun stash underneath the bed.

“Where the fuck have you been?” was the first thing she asked you. She ushered you inside. “Al almost sent out everyone to look for you.”

“Don’t tell him I’m here.”

“Where were you?” she asked. Wordlessly she poured you a glass of wine and you took it, ready for your second glass of alcohol. You needed it.

“I was at the bar.”

She slammed her own wine glass down.

“I fucking told him!” She seemed to be elsewhere, thinking about how to deal with Al but then she looked back down at you. “Why did you go there?”

“It was an accident, honest. I just showed up and it was raining. I don’t want to talk about that though, I want to talk about me staying a few nights here. Just in case.”

You knew that Rachel hated her brother. She knew that you knew that. Al hadn’t given her a thing except for a few stacks of cash and a job that she hated. She didn’t like to take lives in cold blood but she was damn good at it. She was just another hitman to her brother. She wasn’t flesh and blood at all.

“He won’t hurt you,” you whispered.

That was the only saving grace. Al would never hurt Rachel. He may not love her but he wouldn’t kill her, not while their father is still around.

“Two nights max.” You nodded.

“I’ll be out of your hair before you know it. You won’t even notice that I’m here, I swear.”

Uma didn’t need to look very far into Bobby to know who he was and what he could do. There was no one in the city who didn’t know the extent of his power around here. He had grown over the years, just underneath Al’s nose. Something that no one had been able to do before.

That being said, she would have trouble finding a good place to kill him. He was often surrounded by people, people that were heavily armed at all times. Not to mention that he would usually have a hospital or doctor at his disposal at all times.

Although Uma didn’t act like she wasn’t in love with any challenge.

She stared at the bar from the cafe across the street. She crossed her legs, watching Bobby as he left. She had been watching him for a few days now and he did this everyday. It was the only thing he did everyday.

He got lunch at the same place every day which was ironic because he did own a bar that sold food. Uma stood up and did her daily follow, just watching to see what kind of security he had around.

She had her gun in her pocket for emergencies but knew that there was no need for it quite yet. Not until she had this whole thing down.

If she made a mistake it would mean her head no matter how skilled she was avoiding men.

Emilia was knee deep in papers. She had found mostly everything she could get her hands on about Al. Old prison time, things he had been released early for, things he was suspected of doing.

She even looked into everything that the locals had said about him. He had been gaining his money mostly from a large casino business he had inherited from his father. He was engaged to you, a past stripper who worked at a place she had busted a husband once. In fact she was fairly sure that she had spoken to you while she questioned people.

Everything was laid out in front of her.

It had all been handed to her in one file that landed on her desk in the middle of the night. She had no heart to wonder who had brought it to her. All she could think about was his hands and the people he had single handedly killed with them.

There were plenty of murders he was connected to by all his friends. In fact, there were over twenty different murders he had been in question for. No arrests had been made on those.

The only thing he ever served any time for was some bogus drug charges. They were weak and he was out within the year.

Nothing seemed to stick with this guy.

Emilia looked up at her wall where everything was hanging up, connected by different strings of yarn.

“Selling drugs out of his casino,” she said under her breath, “murdering people he or his friends disagree with,” she pointed to a few different pictures of dead bodies, their brains over the pavement, “and marrying a stripper he met a year ago.”

She raised an eyebrow at that one.

“Marrying a stripper,” she whispered. She turned to the picture of you on the wall, a smiling picture that was gracious on the amount of clothes you had on in it. She hit your picture with her pen.

“Let’s see what he does at the wedding huh Vis?” she said, looking down at her cat. The cat got up and walked away and she laughed. “You weren’t invited anyway.”

Bobby hadn’t seen you in a couple of days and he had expected you to have left his mind by now. Unfortunately he was finding you a rather worthy distraction.

He was doing his regular things, running the business, changing routine, doing everything he would always do but now he was stuck wondering how on Earth he could get you away from Al. There shouldn’t have been a problem. He had promised himself to stay away from Al until he made the first move.

But here you were, a perfectly almost perfect woman stuck with a guy like him.

He tried to convince himself it wasn’t fate that you showed up at the bar. Maybe you were a mole. He had to think about stuff like that. Maybe you really were in love with the asshole from the casino. It would make sense.

He just couldn’t shake how much he wanted to talk to you. Hold your hips with his hands, share a bottle of bourbon together.

Bobby knew it wasn’t worth getting everyone all worked up about but his feelings weren’t going away.

That much he knew.

You stood outside of the casino. Al walked outside, no security, bold for him.

He pointed at you and you saw him almost reach for his gun but decided against it. There were customers outside. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into the alley way.

“Where the fuck were you?” he yelled. “You think that’s okay? That you have the right to pull a fucking stunt like that? Leave for three days and my sister comes back telling me you stayed a night at the motherfucking bar?” he yelled, pointing at you, shoving you into the wall.

“What’s it to you? I figured you had enough with the prostitutes that crawl around our room that you might forget I fucking existed!” you screamed. He grabbed your arm and held your arm harshly.

“He could have killed you.”

“He didn’t! In fact he tucked me in at night and gave me a kiss baby, how about that one, more of a husband than you.”

“Did you fuck him?”

“No!”

“Did you fuck my sister?” You scoffed, throwing your arms up in the air. He let your arm go.

“No!” You raised a finger to his face. “I was a loyal fucking fiance.”

“Because when we get married you know you get half of my money,” he sneered. You shoved him, annoyed at him insulting your loyalty when it was all that you had. It felt worthless now. It felt wrong. It had always felt wrong where you were standing.

You shoved him again and a bullet landed behind you, making you both jump. You jumped into his arms by accident but he pulled out his gun quick, looking around for where the shot had come from. There was another shot and you felt a sharp pain on your stomach.

“Al,” you whispered and he nodded.

“Sit down baby.”

He sat you down on the ground and pointed the gun at the figure down the alleyway.

“Uma?” he yelled.

“Boss,” she said, walking closer. He scoffed.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

“Protecting you from whoever was shoving you around! Who’s this guy anyway,” she said, pointing to you on the ground. In the darkness of the alley way she didn’t realize that it was anyone she knew. It was then she realized who it was.

“My fucking fiance!” he screamed. “You better get the doctor in the casino or else I’m gonna put two bullets in your neck myself,” he sneered. She nodded , realizing what she had done.

Al kneeled down beside you and grabbed your arm.

“Helps coming.”

You spit on the ground beside you.

“I’ll fucking live.”

Part 3

#robert de niro x reader #mafia au #mob au #al pacino x reader

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years ago

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Do you still like the taste of beer? part 3

Part three: Love, sex, and consequences

warnings: Smut, consequences. Note: I feel the overwhelming desire to help this extremely flawed character. I have no problem with him wanting random sex but I do not condone cheating. Can he learn & grow? song: All I wanna do is make love to you by Heart

read ch 1 ch 2

I wake before Ella as I always do. Her naked body turned away from me in sleepy splendor. The way her hip curves to her side up to the side of her breast is such a lovely view in the morning. I get up and brush my teeth before returning to wake her softly.

I graze my hand over her shape and dare to press my lips to her shoulder. That makes her stir. She turns her sleepy eyes opening them slowing as she smiles. without saying a word she always knows what I want more than coffee every morning. She kisses my lips and I grab the back of her head with one hand keeping her here as I kiss her deeper.

Her lips on my neck do things to another part of me. As she lays sucking kisses down my torso my stomach muscles flex as another muscle is ready for her warm mouth. "Yeah, Ella. That's so good, Princess."

Her small hands always fondle my balls a great deal before she ventures a hand down my shaft to start...fuck that's new. "Ah ah easy on the balls in your mouth, Princess. Oh damn, yeah..."

She gags as I just thrust a little into her that precious mouth. "Sorry, try again, Princess." I fucking love that choking sound. "Oh, yes...fffffuck."

She is the best and even starts the coffee before she showers. She takes an Uber leaving me with the rental car so I don't fuck the driver I guess. Maybe I should just fucking grow-up and spend my life with the women that loves me. Yeah, I don't think I'm ready yet. Maybe when we start having kids. I'll even go to some meetings to appease her.

Sweet kisses of love before we part. Those cupcake lips make me want more time this morning but we are off to our separate jobs. Yeah, I see the camera taking pictures as I have to shift my junk in front of the apartment. Damn American photographers or paparazzi or life moment stealing trash mongers love catching an awkward moment. And I'm sure there are people that like looking at others awkward moments like we are animals in a zoo.

Steiner Studio is the other side of town. It really doesn't take me long to get there this early in the morning but I doddle and pickup another coffee at some coffee house near the studio that I heard Robert De Niro often stopped. He's not here today. It's just a place full of wanna be actors and tourists trying to bump in to him like that will make their fucking life so special.

A guard stands at the studio door where a sign said, CLOSED SET. Close set is code for secret projects or nude scenes of any kind. I guess they are going with a porn aspect of my book instead of something more philosophical. That figures. It will probably sell to the masses better. With my deal I get royalties from everything involved in the show. So the better it does at the box office the more I make.

Yes, I feel like a fucking sell out. Most people would have tried for the same deal if they got the chance. Plus I wrote the screen play and rewrote and today will probably have to write something different to get the director’s vision of my book how he wants it. The bastard doesn't care about the thought. He only cares about people being able to fuck who ever they want. And it really isn't about that. It is more fulfilling a need than an emotion.

If he gives these people fucking emotions for each other I swear I will..."Oh Hey Jake, I have the rewrites for today. You want me to stick around to rewrite on the fly if needed?"

Jake is one of the hot ass actors that just started directing. I mean I'm not really into guys usually but if I was feeling horny and he was cool I would fuck him. He was a poster boy in teen magazines in the States when he was young. When a story came out about him fucking an actress he was dating in a dressing room that was over. From what he said and what I read about, she was pretty vocal during the whole thing. There is a video on the internet that you can hear her moaning plane as day. He's a cool guy other than destroying my work.

He is a huger. I'm okay with that. I never shy away from physical contact. So he hugs me, "Hi William. Glad to see you man. Of course I want you around to see your masterpiece being filmed. I hope I don't need any more script changes at this point."

What he really means is he most definitely will need changes, so he is glad I'm down with that. "Cool, I have nothing else on my plate today other than working on my newest book but I can do that anytime."

"That's great man," He pats my back as we walk through the bar set. It gives me chills. Not the set but him patting my back. His hair is longer pulled back in a crude ponytail to keep off his face i guess. It isn't long enough for a decent manbun. "Let me introduce you to the main cast."

He takes me over to a table where I can see a blonde guy with facial scruff going over his line with a blonde that has her back towards me. She bounces her shapely leg over the other with her black heel suspended on her toes. She has the kind of legs I like. I could just crawl under the table and ease open and she would let me I bet...

"This is Rex and Randy," Jake introduced them. "Rex and Randy this is the writer of your script William Söder."

I bet she is randy. She turns and our eyes lock. Fuck it's the chick that out stayed her welcome last year, What are the fucking odds. Did she fuck Jake for the part. There is no doubt in my mind I'm going fuck her again when there is a break. "Nice to meet you Rex and..." I smile and wink at her. "Randy." She turns red which is a sure sign she wants more.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Söder." Her cheeks getting more crimson as she looks at me is fucking sexy as hell.

"You can call me William." I kept my eyes a her a few more seconds before shaking Rex's hand."You can both call me William. If you have any questions about the script feel free to ask." This gives me an excuse to be in her dressing room later. She wasn't loud as far as I remember so I shouldn't have Jake’s issue.

I sit back in a chair they marked writer. Not even my name on it. Can you believe that? I watch these actors do a basic bar pick up scene twenty times. Rex is coming off a some desperate loser who women would see and run from if they were smart. That is not how I ever pictured the guy in my book. And he is reading a fucking poetry book. He to fucking obvious he wants laid. He should be more subtle to only attract those that really just want a release.

Randy on the other hand is perfect for every take. She knows how to do this because this is what she does. This is real for her. There really shouldn't be so much dialog here. She is ready to leave with him as soon as she asks about his lame poetry book.

Great, Jake yelled cut. I can cut me another nice piece of Randy. I've never gone back for seconds before. Leaning against the wall by her dressing room door I can practically smell her excitement. She opens the door before I even knock. "Hey, you want to go over some script changes."

"Fuck more changes," she seemed more frustrated than aroused, but I can take care of...

"Mommy," a small voice squealed.

I glanced at the man holding the small child. As they walked closer, I look back to Randy who is lighting up like it is fucking Christmas morning. The man walks right over and kisses her cheek.

"What a nice surprise." I gain my composure as she introduces me. "Larry this the script writer William. He was dropping off new pages. William this is my husband Larry and our son Billy."

Shit. Before the kid buries his face in Larry's neck I saw my own eyes staring back at me. It couldn’t be. I shake Larry's hand politely as I check in his eyes. They are brown. Hers are blue. Billy looks exactly like me as a child. How the fuck.. what the fuck...

"Nice meeting you. I think you have an hour before you need to be back on set Randy. Enjoy your family time."

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

#fanfic #do you like the taste of beer #do you still like the taste of beer #william soder #bill skarsgard #fiction #asshole characters #cheating

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cookiedoughmeagain · 4 years ago

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Haven DVD Commentaries; 5.05 - The Old Switcheroo (Part I)

Notes on the commentary with Adam Copeland (Dwight), Adam Higgs (Writer), and Bian Millikin (Executive Story Editor). Officially this commentary is just with the two Adams, but Brian is there as well (setting up the equipment??) and joins in after a while.

(It is possible I’ve mixed Brian and Adam Higgs up sometimes, sometimes all the different voices blur together a bit in my head. Adam Copeland’s is easier to separate because his is more familiar.)

AH: We’re going to give a shout out to Cindy McCreery and Scott Shepherd who wrote these two episodes (we’re just talking about 505 right now, but we’ll get to 506 in a bit), and they sadly couldn’t be with us today but we’re going to do our best. AC: This is very important to the Havenites; pancakes. And the fact that they are not enjoyed [by Mara] which is very strange because Audrey loves her pancakes, but Mara doesn’t. AH: Do you like pancakes? AC: I devour pancakes. Some call me the master of pancakes. Yeah I’m like Paul Bunyan. AH: What do you put in a pancake? AC: Well I usually just buy them because I would butcher it, and I know that going in.

AC: That is the Grey Gull. AH: And it’s a grey day. AC: Which in Nova Scotia is not necessarily that strange, but a beautiful place, one of my favourite places and favourite sets. I actually contemplated buying the Grey Gull because it’s for sale. But I think there’s no plumbing, or no toilet. AH: That would be a bit of a difficulty. AC: Yeah. So that was my reason for not buying the Grey Gull. What do you think about that Brian Millikin? BM: I think that was a smart investment move on your part. AC: That’s Brian Millikin, sitting in the rafters. AH: There’s Manteo. Who do we know who has ties to North Carolina? Brian Millikin, maybe you and Nick Parker (another illustrious writer on the show)? BM: I love the way North Carolina looks just like Nova Scotia. AH: Yes, we did not actually go to North Carolina to shoot these episodes. AC: If we had it would have been closer to my home in Ashville, so it would have been a lot easier for me. AH: We should have just shot at your house.

AC: Ah, Richard Donat, aka Vince Teagues, one of my favourite men that I’ve ever met. Such a quiet and strong presence on set. He pretty much just rocks. I’ve been told that’s what I will look like when I’m his age. AH: Maybe it’s time travel. You’re a younger version of Richard, sent from the past? Or the future? AC: Yeah. It could be the case. That could be a spoiler alert. *laughs all round* AC: OK. It’s not. But it could be! Who knows; Dwight Teagues. I just heard all your minds blowing out there, Havenites. AH: Well there is a lot in this season; we’ve got a lot of father/son dynamics between the two of you. Maybe it could explain it. AC: It could explain all of it. AH: Both leaders of the Guard at different times. I’m just saying. AC: Yeah, the alpha male, banging of heads. We both have large craniums. You know, it could fit. AH: I like this theory.

AC: North Carolina was a nice change of pace, to take it out of Maine. AH: I haven’t been on the show very long, but Brian Millikin who has, and is still sitting in the rafters, how many times have we left Haven on the show? BM: I’m going to go ahead and say this is the second time ever. We went to Boston at the beginning of season four. AC: Brian was actually on a swing hanging from the rafters of the building, and he’s now hopped off so he’s back with us.

[As we see Vince and Dave switching bodies] AC: This is one of my favourite bits actually, because John Dunsworth (Dave) and Richard are just amazing, and I love them both. So to see them inhabit each other’s characters was fun. AH: And this was a nice episode too, because one of the things we wanted to do was give them a bit of a spotlight epsiode. We never get to spend as much time as we want to with the brothers Teagues and we decided, well let’s do it - let’s have them drive a plot and have fun with it.

[As Vince knocks his head on the doorframe in the cafe] AH: I love that gag. We had so much fun with the height thing when we were coming up with this episode. AC: But it makes total sense, that’s the great part of it. If you were that tall and suddenly you’re in a frame … you know because Richard is 6’3”, 240 pounds; he’s a huge man. And John is, not. [As Gloria comes up to talk to Vince in Dave’s body] AC: Ah, I love Jayne Eastwood, I love Gloria. This is a combination I’d been dying to see together, just because of the comedic talent involved. These two, they’re comedic … we’ll I’ll say legends, in Canada. Both so funny, so I was really looking forward to that short interaction. AH: And it’s been fun, it’s the miscommunications and it’s very much a farce kind of episode. Besides the murder and death. AC: Besides the choking and murdering and psychiatric wards, you know. AH: And this is not the first time we’ve been to the Freddy. I look again to Brian Millikin who has moved down from the rafters. BM: This is the first time since season one, episode three. AC: Wow, you are a fountain of Haven knowledge my friend. BM: I have been here since the very beginning. AC: A veritable fountain. BM: I’m going to cut in though for a second, I’ll say this much; as someone who has been here from the very beginning, the body swap idea for an episode is sort of the low-hanging fruit for any genre show, any supernatural show will eventually get there. And we always knew that we were going to have to do it at some point in time. People were asking, they asked at comic book conventions and they asked on twitter. They asked in the street. When are you going to do it? Primarily because of Duke and Nathan. They have history with each other, they’re both great characters, strong actors. It just made sense that they would have to switch places at some point. Especially because Nathan can’t feel anything. But we just needed a time, like we needed the story to make sense. We didn’t want to do it just to do it, we wanted there to be a reason, so it did feel like we were just doing the thing. Like, our groundhog day episode is another low-hanging fruit of a genre show but it felt like it really fit in the moment because of the story we were telling. So we were super-lucky that this one came into play. We knew that we were going to do this Vince and Dave road trip, but we needed to tie what they were doing to what was going on in Haven. And that’s where we started thinking, now we can do the body swap. And then, we didn’t want to just do Vince and Dave, we didn’t want to just do Nathan and Duke, we wanted to somehow work in Dwight. We were like, who do we do? We can’t do Mara, because she’s immune to the Troubles. So who else is there. And then we were like; oh my god. We now have Jayne Eastwood, we added her last year. So we were like; what if we swapped Dwight and Gloria? And as soon as that came out of someone’s mouth, our showrunners Matt and Gab were like, So we’re definitely doing that; we’re doing this episode, and that’s happening before the Nathan/Duke swap. And as soon as we landed on that, there was no turning back. [As we see the swapped Dwight and Gloria walk up to each other, Gloria checking out her new face in the mirror] AC: This was an interesting shot, because Eric Cayla our DP was on a handheld and had to whip around and follow me, so the timing on that was really interesting. BM: You were so good in this episode. AC: This was my favourite ad lib. AH: I love that. BM: So funny. AC: That was an ad lib, no one knew that I was going to grab my crotch, but thankfully they went down with me and I saw they went down and I thought; OK good, I hope they use that take. And they did. BM: Now, I heard a rumour, I don’t know if it’s true but as soon as we heard it we were like; I hope it’s true. Because we heard that you went back and watched episodes of Haven that she was in, to sort of learn her tricks. AC: I did. I watched all of her scenes. I tried to stand like her and pick up her mannerisms BM: You can tell. AH: Yeah, all those funny little touches. AC: The way that she’s just kind of over it. And her kind of sarcastic nature. But after watching her episodes, I tried to relate her to a male actor who I could then watch and see how a man would do it. BM: Such a good idea. AC: And so she was De Niro from Meet the Parents. BM: Yeah! AC: So then I watched Meet The Parents, and I watched how De Niro acted. And I tried to take her stance with hands on hips and slouched forward a little bit, and tried to maintain that posture throughout, which was … I did forget sometimes. But this was a lot of fun when I found out this was going to be happening. I knew the comedic potential on this. Which up until this point as Dwight, I haven’t really had the ability to show. BM: Yeah, a couple jokes but that’s it. AC: Yeah, so I was really looking forward to sinking my teeth into this because I don’t know if anyone really knew if I had comedy in me. And in WWE initially my character was all comedy. So it was nice to be able to dip back into that. [As Nathan is getting Mara out of the bronco] BM: Well look and even in the background of this shot right there [Adam in his hands on hips stance] AC: Yeah she would stand sometimes with her hands on her lower back, so I really just tried to watch everything that she would do. BM: Well, we just got such a kick out of watching it. Or even writing it. Because this was the only one where it was a gender swap also. And a real age swap. You know, Duke and Nathan are the same age. So, this was really going for it. And you crushed it. I remember when the dailies would come in and we would just pause what we were doing in the writing room and we would just put them up and watch them. We were just having so much fun with it. AC: Well it was interesting because Dwight as a character is kind of reserved and close to the vest, so it was more of a challenge for Jayne to figure out how to pull of Dwight. Because he’s not very over the top in anything that he does, and that was by design, that’s how I always tried to attack Dwight. So it was a big challenge for Jayne I think because Gloria’s character there’s so much to work with, there’s so much to play with. And with Vince and Dave there’s so much to play with. [On screen Vince is checking the wound on Dave’s leg] That was pretty nasty. Great job by the makeup department. It looked really gross that day too. I was like; that looks disgusting. [As Vince is answering Dave’s phone] Is that a Blackberry? AH: Well this is taking place in the past. What year is this actually in Brian Millikin? BM: This would be the year 2011, going on 2012. AC: OK. BM: Despite the fact that it aired in 2014. AH: And this is something we would constantly have to remind ourselves when we were writing the show, like - wait a minute it’s not 2014, it’s actually … And we’d just all look at Brian. BM: It’s a real problem in serialised TV shows. Like Lost, the first three years took place over 90 days. AC: Wow. And that’s always a challenge too from the performance aspect for the continuity. And also just in each show, because everything’s shot out of sequence. So you’re always questioning, what did we just come from? What did we just do? Why are we here? And that can be a huge thing to keep track of sometimes. And thankfully there’s people on it, as well as you’re supposed to be on it too. But, it can get lost sometimes.

AH: There’s a lot of little humour things, just Mara reading the “Me, Myself & I” schizophrenia brochure. I think in a lot of ways these are probably our most humorous episodes of the season, which was a lot of fun. We can be very grim and gritty some days and just to take a step back and come up with some of the little goofs and gags for what everyone can do once they’re swapped was a lot of fun. AC: Well yeah Haven can be a pretty heavy place, so when you can kind of lighten that weight a little bit it’s nice. [As we see Nathan talking to Audrey in the Freddy] This was a really interesting change for Emily. And you can just see the switch in her eyes which was really great. AH: Yeah credit to her acting there. AC: Because you knew instantly; something just happened. Just from the look in her eyes. AH: Yeah; that’s Audrey not Mara. Which is not an easy thing to do, and she pulled it off. And it became very complicated on the page when we were going, OK so these people are in different bodies but now this is Mara, but Audrey’s come to the surface. And trying to keep that whole piece together was interesting. Brian do you want to tell the story here? Or just give a little insight into the behind the scenes scriptwork that had to be done on the formatting of the scripts here. BM: Oh my gosh, well maybe it showed our level of inexperience with bodyswap episodes from other shows that have done them before; we probably should have looked at them. But one issue that we ran into was that it happened with so many different characters, you know a lot of shows it’ll just be Sam and Dean Winchester from Supernatural or whatever. But we eventually got hold of the Freaky Friday scripts, the original one way back when, just to see how they did it. Because the problem we ran into was that you couldn’t tell from reading the script who was who. We got the script in, and it was great, but at no point could you ever tell what character was saying what to whom or why. And so it was impossible. A script is like a blueprint and you need to be able to read it and know what you’re seeing on screen. And when the actors read it at a table read, they need to be able to know who is who. And it was impossible. Because, when it was you speaking in the scene right now Adam, it would have said Gloria then parentheses Dwight. And then you’re talking to Gloria parentheses Dwight. And it was just like; I don’t know what’s going on here. So we eventually had it just say Dwight in quotation marks. It was important for it to say who it is that you’re looking at, so that you [Adam] knew you’re still reading the Dwight dialogue but we’ve got these quotes around it so you know that’s not quite Dwight. AC: And what was interesting was, Gloria in Dwight’s body, she doesn’t have bad eyes but she instinctively goes to squint. So those were little things that Dwight’s not used to wearing glasses, so just all of those little things that we tried to add in. Gloria’s always so bemused which, I knew it would be so much fun to play her. And it was. BM: That’s amazing. We kind of didn’t know how far to go with some of the gags. Like with the bathroom gag. How much … would she check herself out? What are we doing here? What show are we working on? So I think we went too far and then pulled it back.

AH: I remember the table read for this was a lot of fun. AC: And it was interesting at the table read to see everyone take on the other character and to see the reaction from the other person watching their character and their mannerisms be recreated at this table read. It was actual fun to be a fly on the wall for it. AH: And I don’t know if we’re doing the bloopers this year but some of the stuff between takes were just as fun. Like; I do that? What are you doing? I do that?

[As Gloria in Dwight’s body is finishing up her milkshake] BM: We loved the idea that she was put into like, Captain America’s body. Like a super soldier so she can now just do whatever she wants. At one point we were she was going to be eating doughnuts and stuff in every scene. AH: Every single scene. AC: Thank you for not doing that to me. BM: Pizza. AH: Yeah it was just non stop. Burgers. AC: I think that was actually ice tea that I was slurping because I wanted to do a nice long exaggerated slurp on it. This was a lot of fun to do this episode, it really was. As we’ve talked about because it was such a departure from the norm. And I think a chance for the audience to just take a breath. AH: Yeah because it was about to get heavy. AC: Yeah and you kind of need that small gap to take a breath, reboot, get ready for… AH: And just have some fun with the characters. AC: Yeah. And see a different side of them too.

AH: Now I remember Brian, and fill me in if you recall this stuff too, but in the room we also played a lot with the distance between Haven and North Carolina. BM: Are you asking to insert an apology to people who live on the East coast? Because we make it seem like they can get around a lot faster. The distance between coastal Maine and the outer banks of North Carolina, that’s … you so could not do that in a single day. AC: I’ve driven it. And it’s not a fast drive. There was also debate about how to pronounce Manteo *tries out different possibilities* AH: That’s right. But we had experts in the room, thankfully. AC: Yeah. But there were a few takes where the wrong pronunciation still snuck in. AH: And the other one was Croatoan that we had in this episode as well. Where there was a pronunciation issue. BM: That’s right. It’s a pretty popular local legend down in that part of the world, that’s where I’m from. I had not know that it was … There was a lot of people working on the show who didn’t really know about it. AH: I had not heard about it. And I remember being in the room and everyone talking about it as if it was something everyone should know about. And I think I pretended for the first hour and then opened up the Wikipedia … Ah, I see. BM: We were shooting the last episode before this one, when Croatoan first gets named dropped, when Sleepy Hollow had an episode where they also dealt with it. They go to the lost colony and everything else, and we all slapped our foreheads because we thought we were so clever. So that was very upsetting.

[As Duke and Nathan are talking while Mara is asleep] AC: By the way; Lucas Bryant and those cheekbones. AH: *laughs* full stop. AC: I always bust his chops. AH: The fans love his cheekbones. AC: They do. You could … It’s like climbing a cliff, those cheekbones. Essentially my job, besides being Dwight, was trying to bust Lucas Bryant’s chops BM: It’s an important job. AC: It is, someone had to do it. AH: You guys’re from really close to each other, right? AC: Yeah, we … for the Americans we grew up about 20 miles apart. AH: That’s crazy. AC: Yeah. Unbeknownst to us. We didn’t know. So we obviously hit it off pretty quickly because we both watched Polka Dot Door growing up as a child. All the Canadians will be going whoop whoop. AH: Yeah, the Polka Dot Door! Polkaroo! AC: Polkaroo! *The two Adams start singing what I assume is the theme tune* AC: Casey and Finnegan. The Friendly Giant. The Friendly Giant made us both cry as a matter of fact. Being both sensitive souls, and creative souls as Lucas and I are, we cried during the music for The Friendly Giant. AH: I remember when he passed away, that was very sad. It was a great show. AC: Yeah. *another snippet of song*. There’s so many people right now going; What the hell is he talking about? While we’re on the subject i also loved the Hilarious House of Frankenstein. You’d like it Brian. AH: You would actually. That would be right up your alley. BM: You guys are speaking a different language. AC: Yes. It’s southern Ontarian. AH: Now you know how it feels when you mention Croatoan to a Canadian.

BM: I’m going to add one other comment here. Since we’re looking at Emily Rose as Audrey/Mara. She was one of the other reasons why we did this bodyswap episode. She in a sense for this entire season, got to do that. I think it’s a nice thing to be able to deliver to one of your actors that they (especially in the fifth season of a show) get to play a different character. And we sort of felt, almost a little bad that it was just her. And even the year before with the Lexie/Audrey of it all. And so I think emotionally we wanted to deliver a bodyswap two parter just so that you and Lucas and Eric got to do some of that too. We didn’t want her just to have all the fun. AC: Well it is fun to throw on a different skin after you’ve worn that skin for four or five years. But there’s something uncomfortable about that too, but it’s a nice challenge. And I know Emily had fun with it too. AH: Absolutely, she killed it. AC: Because Mara was so different, and so evil, and so vile. BM: And big, you know? AC: Yes. BM: And she did a great job. AC: Yes. And I know she had a lot of fun with it. And it’s interesting too, although also the challenge of how she was so evil - I think that was a part of the challenge. Because, you know Emily in having to take on this evil character had to say things that were just horrible. Like talking about Dwight’s daughter and all of those things, I know it bothered her. And to be able to step up to the plate and do it, there’s something to be said for that.

AH: And there’s a doughnut! How many doughnuts did you eat? AC: It was about four. And that was the one where I got so deep into it, I knew that ... BM: It’s not easy to get the perfect amount of schmeer. AC: Well that was the one where it was so deep and I was like, I’m going to have to do the rest of the scene with chocolate all over my face. *much laughing over Gloria and Dwight in their swapped bodies* BM: We should have just kept you guys. AC: I think Nathan slash Lucas had a really good time being the straight man for it as well. Because he was the straight man for their interactions a lot of the time. BM: We so wanted to send you guys off to the crime scene. But there was just going to be so many people in those scenes it would have just taken forever, schedule-wise. But we wanted to get you guys in on the action. We wanted it so bad but we couldn’t do it. AC: Well in the morgue we got into some of it, with the mitts fitting the gloves and feeling like she could punch through ceilings. BM: And we wanted her to … or you, but Gloria’s body … to have to chase after a perp, run him down, you know, like an action sequence. Or you have to punch somebody and not know how strong you are. There could be an entire show. AC: Well and then the interesting aspect is, does she know how to throw a punch? Or does Dwight’s body just automatically know how? And there as a performer you go, well which is it? AH: It’s a good question. BM: I think it’s the former, not the latter. I think she would know what to do. It’s a different brain in there. AC: Right? Because it’s a different brain but instinctively, like with the glasses Dwight doesn’t need them but Gloria thought she did so she squinted but then realised she didn’t need to. So I think there would still be a moment of … um BM: I think we just came up with the Haven spinoff by the way. You two swap again; can’t switch back; solve crimes. AH: I would watch that. AC: I could work with Jayne Eastwood for the rest of my life without a doubt. BM: But you have to be swapped with her. AC: Yes. BM: But, we also like you as Dwight so maybe, go back and forth. AC: Yep, but the majority of the time if I got to play that, that would be a whole lot of fun.

[As Gloria and Dwight are on the video call with Vince and Dave] BM: I imagine this was a tough scene to shoot because there was nothing on that screen, right? AC: Yeah, it’s an empty computer. AH: And they add it in in post AC: And your eyeline on the computer has to be right, and all of those - sometimes those technical things are the most difficult becuase you’re acting to nothing.

AC: What’s interesting too is to see how over the seasons and years how everyone has grown. And not just from a character perspective but from a personal perspective. AH: You get to grow up a bit as a family, it’s nice. We were just talking before we came in here about how much older everyone’s kids are getting and everything. AC: Yeah. And well I mean Emily, they had their son. Beth and I we had our daughter. Lucas and Kirsty’s daughter has grown. And just all of the families that have grown or have started since the beginning of this show, it’s pretty incredible. AH: And it’s always interesting when you look at a show that lasts this long, with the crew sometimes relationships have formed, or there are kids because of relationships that have formed, and it’s just amazing to see the community that grows up around a television show. AC: Yeah it always felt good walking on set too. Because there was just a sense of comfort to it.

AC: Jayne really played straight so well. Because playing that straight when you’re someone that’s usually so animated, it’s hard. And she pulled it off, she really restrained her natural kind of … I guess her natural charisma.

[As Duke and Nathan are swapping bodies] AH: And I’m sure everyone at home was just waiting for this to happen. It just had to at some point. AC: And then at this particular moment as well. [As Duke in Nathan’s body realises he can’t feel] AH: And just a little tease of what’s to come with the Troubles not transferring with the soul. AC: This was a really interesting swap to watch, because Eric, Duke, has the same job as Jayne and Gloria had, in that Nathan is a very reserved character. So pulling back, because Duke is very animated, as you’ll see from Lucas’s portrayal of Duke, so it was pretty hilarious. On both sides. AC: The hands, that was what I really noticed. AH: The pointing is my favourite. AC: Yes, and the hands on the hips. And I know for Lucas that was a lot of fun. Because Nathan is a very reserved, stoic, contained character. And Duke is the opposite of that. BM: Yeah. Well, Lucas Bryant is also the opposite of that. AC: Yeah. Yes, Lucas is a complete moron *laughter*, so the fact that he gets to be more animated is much closer to his actual personality. It also goes to show that having acted and worked with someone for that long, how much you just inherently pick up from just spending so much time together as those characters. Even just those things like the delivery … AH: The delivery, the timing. And this was a good idea to have this early conversation between the two of them, just so that you can really see the difference. AC: Yeah, it was fun. And this was actually fun at the table read too. It was also really interesting because you get so used to seeing Duke as Duke, or Eric as Duke and Lucas as Nathan, it was interesting to see them play completely different characters. Like, there were times when I would go out to dinner with some of the crew and they’d see me without the bullet proof vest and be really surprised - because you get so used to it. You know, like; wow you wear real clothes, you don’t walk around in a bullet proof vest, I forgot. So when you inhabit those characters for so long it’s interesting to see all of that get flipped on it’s head. How about that orange house back there by the way? [Behind Eric’s head outside Audrey’s apartment]. AH: It’s kind of a scene stealer. AC: Yeah, right? That’s one of the great things about Nova Scotia too. You’ll have a purple house with seafoam green shutters. Which on paper sounds disgusting, but it works. BM: They pull it off. That house, we actually finally shot outside of it in …. Hmmm I don’t remember. AC: You don’t remember?! *surprised noises from both Adams* Woah. Hold on, record scratch. BM: Was it season three, at some point?

[As Vince in Dave’s body starts to get affected by the thinny] AC: I love that part! Because Vince does that! He would kind of do the tasmanian devil spin to get his mouth going sometimes, and John picked up on that. These two were so needed to the show. And always brought a sense of levity, but every time they popped up on screen I would smile.

AH: Well, thank you for listening and we’re going to be right back doing 506.

#it might not be the most promising start talking about pancakes #but i found this one really interesting #recommended reading if you've ever wondered how Adam Copeland felt about playing Gloria #short version? he absolutely loved it #haven syfy #haven dvd commentaries #5.05 - the old switcheroo I

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desperatelyreviewingdennis · 5 years ago

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Joker (2019)

This movie was phenomenal.

I honestly wasn't sure what to expect. I was interested almost entirely due to Joaquin Phoenix's involvement, but even then I wasn't expecting much from Todd Phillips of all people. Don't get me wrong, Old School is one of my favorite movies. But it's not exactly an encouraging pedigree when you're considering a dark, gritty thriller.

But the hype got to me. Good job, Warner Brothers; your manufactured incel shooters controversy won you at least one ticket sale. I hope you're proud of yourself.

So I went to watch it opening night so that I could view it untainted by whatever reviews I stumble upon before it's eventual digital release. There's going to be people that say it's terrible and other people that shout it's praises, all for political reasons, and I didn't want to slog through them. My opinions are easily malleable I'm not proud of it but here we are.

And I'm glad I did. Todd Phillips, you are officially forgiven for Road Trip.

There's not much to be said that doesn't drift into spoilers. The acting is amazing by everybody involved. The score is great, the pacing pretty good. Pick a metric and they probably get a good score.

Gun to my head, my biggest complaint would be that there's no central conflict driving the plot. It's just a story about a guy. Stuff happens to him, he happens to stuff, it's fascinating. I'm in no way demeaning the script. It's just not my cup of tea, I like there to be a clear goal the characters are working towards. It can be separate from the actual story, but I still like it to be there. To pull from the TPCU (Todd Phillips Cinematic Universe), in Old School the story was definitely about Luke Wilson character's growth, but it was in the framework of the "three dudes trying to keep the local college from stealing their house" plot.

But that's 100% a me thing. I was still competely engrossed in what was going on, and honestly the movie probably would have suffered from having such a conflict. Sometimes that's the way it goes, which is why such stories exist in the first place.

And it's funny because I remember watching movies in the past and thinking "this movie would be so much better if they hadn't tacked that completely unnecessary conflict on at the end" but I guess now I'm just some basic bitch that needs to have his stories spoon fed to him.

With that out of the way, let's get into a more detailed discussion.

First of all, this isn't a comic book movie. Let's get that out of the way real quick. It would take maybe fifteen seconds to rewrite the script into an entirely original IP with no relation to any DC properties, and it would still work. Honestly you could even keep the name, but you'd probably be better off renaming it Jester or something just to be safe. IP law is fucking crazy.

And I don't mean that in the sense of "just call Batman Nite Owl and we won't have to pay realities." I mean it would still succeed as a standalone movie, people would just think it was about some psycho in 1970s Chicago. No big deal.

BUT

Being a Joker movie still manages to improve the experience.

Part of the Joker's mystique is that he doesn't have an origin story. They've told one a couple times in the past, but it's assumed that none of them are real. The Joker is the definition of an unreliable narrator. They play with this in The Dark Knight, where he tells at least two conflicting stories for how he got his scars.

And they play with it here, too, in two different ways.

The first is pretty superficial. His literally doesn't know his own past, and only comes to realize this as the movie progresses. At first he thinks his father just abandoned them, then he learns that his father is Thomas Wayne (yes, this would make him Batman's brother), then he learns that not only is he not Thomas Wayne's son (sorry to get your hopes up Bruce) but he was adopted so he never even knew his biological mother. Oh also his adopted mother was horribly abusive and probably the cause of his "condition."

But on a slightly deeper level, we learn even the events we're shown weren't reliable. At first it's obvious day dreams: he imagines himself a guest on his mother's favorite late night talk show and giving a stand up routine at a comedy club. But both are while he's in the audience and we're shown him snapping back to reality. But later we witness an entire relationship bloom between him and a neighbor, and only find out well after the fact that none of it actually happened. So even as we're watching the Joker's origin story it's getting retconned in real time.

That realization about the fake relationship shakes the entire movie to it's core. The story is told entirely from Arthur's point of view, there is only one scene without him present. If he can insert a girlfriend into his story, what else did he add?

My guess? Basically everything.

There is one scene you can take at face value. Him talking to, and presumably killing, the therapist at the end. He's Kaiser Soze-ing her.

Starting at him shooting Robert De Niro, he’s suddenly in a cop car. No real idea how he got there, did he surrender or was there a fight or what? Then miraculously he’s broken free, and everybody present knows who he is and idolizes him. How convenient. But then the very next scene is him with the therapist, so he’s been captured again. Again, how?

But he’s been a central figure in the uprising the entire time. He triggered the damn thing. As his own mental state deteriorates throughout the movie, the state of the city also deteriorates. So that’s probably fake as well.

Also consider that there’s only one scene in the entire movie that Arthur isn’t present for. The murder of the Waynes. And oh, he was responsible for that as well.

Doesn’t that all just make more sense if its stuff he’s making up? Presumably there’s some element of truth to it. There probably were riots, they were probably triggered by three white guys getting shot on the subway, the talk show host was probably killed. Arthur might even have killed him, it was recorded live so kinda hard to fake that one. But the connecting pieces -- his mother, his relationship to Thomas Wayne, the subway murders -- were just him having a laugh at the expense of the therapist who probably thought she was getting somewhere with him.

I know I’m probably overanalyzing it. I’m making excuses for what’s maybe not great writing by inventing a meta narrative that explains away any inconsistency. But I really really like this version of the script,

#Joker #movies #long man bad

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fcbabyx · 5 years ago

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Joaquin “Joker” Phoenix

Helloooooooo, it’s me again.... popping in after watching Joker earlier this week. You know, the controversial movie that could incite violence, crime, shootings, etc... yep that one. The one that people “are walking out “ of, yeah, that movie. As a long time comic book reader, I can assure you I stayed for the whole 2 hours. 😂😂😂😂😂

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

The Good: Joaquin Phoenix , enough said.

The Bad:

The Ugly: the media and some’s response to the movie.

The 2 hour film did a fantastic job in humanizing and dehumanizing Arthur Fleck. The movie does a fantastic job in portraying a more human origin of the Clown Prince of Crime. Hilariously enough, people just can’t take it. The mass media and some percentage of the general public just can’t take the reality of whom The Joker is. People can’t accept that the character that they have used in inspiring quotes and relationship goals with Harley is a sociopath murderer. You know for someone like myself, whom is a huge Red Hood fan, I just laugh at said reaction, tbh. See how he kills my boy below. Get on with the program, people, the Joker is the personalization of insanity and chaos.

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Anyhow, the movie does a wonderful job in humanizing and dehumanizing Arthur Fleck. The low class mentally ill clown that also has to take care of his mother, Arthur Fleck. Arthur, the one that kills 3 men in the train. Actually, lets stop for a second, the killing of the 3 Wayne Enterprises boys, is the tipping point for the society. It draws a clear line of how one even is seen differently by people. However, Arthur kills the “Wayne Boys” after they wouldn’t take a no from a woman. The irony. When Arthur’s condition kicks in a.k.a the laugh, he gets their attention, and eventually kills them in an act of defense. True, he could had shot one and call it a day, but killing all 3 means no one is going to rat him out and it makes it a little more difficult to find.

Fast forward, Arthur gets a girlfriend and mommy dearest is still waiting on the letter from Thomas Wayne. Arthur gets fired if the clown job, tries stand up comedy, that fails, and you know what, the state closes down his state doctor/program. So no meds nor resources cause they don’t give a fuck about people like Arthur. Mommy dearest has a stroke during a police interrogation about how Arthur could had possibly killed someone. At this point the public is backing up the murdering clown. Arthur, then finds a letter from mommy dearest to Thomas Wayne stating Arthur is a Wayne. Hold please.

Arthur then goes to the Manor, meets Baby Batman, Bruce Wayne, but gets no access to meet his father. His does meet him at the theater, yeah, that theater, in which Thomas is like lol nope. Your mother adopted you whenever she worked for us and became obsessed with the idea of you being mine, but is not true. When Arthur starts being in denial, Thomas punches him in the face, and warns him about getting close to Bruce.

Arthur then goes to the hospital, Arkham State Hospital and scares the clerk/administrator guy and gets the file. He snaps. He snaps so bad, that we realize that his girlfriend was all in his head and eventually murders mommy dearest. However, he is happy. He is sooooo happy that he kills one of his former clown coworkers when they stop by to give their condolences. Is a bloody scene. Literally.

After that Arthur is no more and Joker is alive. He is alone with the public backing him up and he is also invited to a live late night tv show. We all knew he was going to kill the man whom has been humiliating him on a nightly basis, on live tv tho? Of Course. When he is introduced as Joker, he explains why the makeup and how is not a political symbol. After a little more humiliation, he goes on a speech about the consequences of leaving the mentally ill and the poor to fend for themselves in a crime ridden city. Eventually he ends his speech with a bang. A shot straight to Robert De Niro’s head. Trust me when I say, it was such a throwback to The Dark Knight Returns, when The Joker kills the audience and everyone in the room. I died, cause someone in the film’s team has at least seen the DC animated movies TT^TT .

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Anyhow, Joker gets arrested and the city is up in arms in a violent protest. As the city goes up in flames, the most famous murder of Gotham City is happening behind a theater, as the pearls hit the floor, the ambulance smashes into the patrol car freeing Joker. In true Joker fashion, we get scenes and shots of the chaos that Joker has fueled, the crime, the violence, anarchy, and nonetheless, insanity. The movie ends with a beautifully disturbing scene of Arthur killing a doctor in Arkham State Hospital and running away from the other staff members while leaving bloody footprints. The End.

Is a fucking masterpiece. The reason why some are upset at this movie is due to how explicit it is with the violence and crime. However, is a Joker movie. In the era where we get superhero movies and the bad guy always lose, Joker has no hero. Batman is nowhere close to be Batman. In reality DC could had started their “universe” with this movie, but they didn’t. At the same time, this movie is beautifully disturbing on its own and it works.

I’m tired of how divided the social media is with this movie. I’m tired of seeing the ones whom have never picked up a comic book say how the movie destroyed the character and is garbage. No dude, fuck you and shut up. The character The Joker, the Clown Prince of Crime, is not what you think it is. The fucking clown, murdered Jason Todd as a teen, paralyzed Barbara Gordon/Batgirl, hence why she is in a wheelchair, he brutally beats up Harley (Mad Love), hell they both kidnapped Tim Drake ( one of the Robins) brainwashed him into thinking he was their child and had him try to kill Batman AND had him tell them Bruce Wayne is batman. The mental torture of the Batfam on the Death of the Family with the cruel joke of cutting their faces off and showing them to them. The shooting spree in the tunnel of love during The Dark Knight Returns, hell he is responsible for the death Lois Lane and Superman’s unborn baby in Injustice, the murder of Sarah, Jim Gordon’s second wife with a bullet straight to her face, the Skinning of Monty, etc.... but above all HE KILLED JASON TODD!!

What I am saying is, this version of the Joker shows how bloody and psychotic the character is. However, The Clown Prince of Crime did had a phase on which he was the Red Hood. The Joker is not known as The Clown Prince of Crime for no reason. He is also one of the most evil villains of all time, you guys really thought it was due to his rivalry with Batsy? The clown needs Batman, he is not going to kill him, in fact when he did, he went insane. The fuck? This movie was never meant to end with Batman stopping him, it was meant to showcase, that in the end DC is not afraid to show their dark side. The Joker still has people thinking if Arthur Fleck is The Joker? Is a well written movie that destroys the image of the romanticized, idolized, mainstream Joker for plenty. Do not confuse this with me not liking pretty much any other version, anything except Jared Leto’s tbh. However, the movie its brilliant and Joaquin Phoenix deserves an Oscar for the performance.

#joker #2019 #joaquin phoenix #movie #dc #dc comics #arthur fleck #opinion

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brooklynislandgirl · 6 years ago

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Danny and beth

Married Life Meme || Accepting

leaves their dirty clothes on the floor

The water is cold, harsh and stinging as it sluices down Danny’s body like a fire-hose. Soaks him head to toe and he’s scrubbing at his face, muttering something unintelligible under his breath. The soap practically peels his skin, smells more like isopropyl alcohol than herbal essences which seems counterproductive all things considered. There’s no tile, no smell of coffee and sausage cooking and underpinning it all is a slick, sick taste of fear coating the back of his throat. The decontamination shower is built to withstand any condition it is placed in, and so should be the cops using it. A shudder of revulsion sweeps through him right as there’s a change in pressure and temperature.

“Nice glutes,” she says behind more cheerfully than she has any right to be. He can almost feel the way her eyes slide over him before they’re back to back and she turns on the next spray. He glances over his shoulder and sees she’s thrown her uniform on the ground atop his and there’s someone in a full hazmat suit collecting them, tossing them into a bag. They’ll be replaced free of charge, but not really the point. He notices out of her boots she’s quite a bit shorter than him, out of the whole kit, slender as a willow branch. Bare feet. Tiny ankles. Shapely calves if you discounted the scar, and he stares at that just a little longer than he should because Danny’s married not dead, and she’s a cute girl, his partner. Trails higher, avoiding the curve of her backside without permission, that’s pushing things a bit higher, but one brow shoots up as he catches a glimpse of the tattoo at her side.If anyone says anything, he’ll swear she started it. “Danny?”“Yeah?” He clears his throat, voice a touch rougher than it should be.“This…this is jus’….a precaution, right?” She sounds younger than she is, and more afraid than he is.“Yeah, yeah it is. I promise you’ll be fine.”

forgets to run the dish washer

Everything kind of falls apart.Rachel is out of town, the place looks like it’s been hit by a hurricane, Grace is running a fever and he’s taken a couple days off but hasn’t slept in a week. He’s ready to pull out his own hair if it will let his daughter sleep for three seconds. And it’s a small mercy when Beth lets herself into his house. Carrying bags of take-out from Mario’s. She kisses his cheek as she takes Gracie from his arms. Presses her wrist to his daughter’s brow and nods to herself. “No, no, no! You don’t wanna do that-”

“Danny, relax. I was going to be a doctor before…” A dark flash across her face. “Before. And you’re no good to her if you don’t grab a bite and get some sleep. “But-”“But nothing. I’m your partner, and you can trust me to always have your back.”

He doesn’t know how much time has passed when he wakes up on the couch but the house is quiet. It’s also clean, and he can hear the dishwasher running. He sweeps the throw blanket back and pads barefoot down the hall. Grace’s room is empty and a stab of panic courses through him. And only subsides a few minutes later, when he hovers on the threshold of his bedroom. Grace is asleep, tucked under the covers in the middle of the bed. Beth’s curled up on her side, sleeping in the space he would normally find himself, a small palm resting on Grace’s chest. Both of them look at peace in the glow of the hall light behind him. And for the first time he can recall, that anxiety turns to a sense of calm.“Fever broke ‘bout a’ hour ago,” she murmurs, husky voice thick. “Is jus’ one lil cold, ya can stand down. An’ turn off da ligh’ when ya get some coffee f’ ya self. Now tell me how amazin’ I am an’ go back t’ bed.”

pumps gas for the car

“Is ridiculous, is wha’ is. Like dey no trust us.” She slips into pidgin without thinking about it and Danny can barely follow along when she does.“And when you become a senator for the great state of New Jersey, rookie, then you can attempt to repeal the law. Which dates back to 1949, mind you. And while yes, it might save a few bucks at the pump, think of the impact of tens of thousands of people losing their jobs, and the emotional trauma it would cause amongst adult motorists who would have to then learn how to handle the pump on their own– what? Why are you laughing? This is a very real thing.”

drives when they’re going somewhere

They leave the pump issue behind them and Danny pulls back into traffic. But it doesn’t keep her from closing her eyes and smiling a kind of Mona-Lisa grin. She tried to drive once and he’d snatched the keys out of her hand. Since then she conceded to let him, and it gives her a chance to watch his face from the veil of her lashes. She wonders if he knows how striking his eyes are when he wears that tie. “So, where we goin’, anyway?”“It’s a surprise. You know what a surprise is? It means I’m not going to tell you, that you have to find out when we get there, that’s what it is. And don’t think you can put your toes on the dashboard or stick them out the window. We could be in an accident and then you’d be toeless and of course that would be on me.”

“Whatevah ya say, Danny.”“That’s right. And I say keep your limbs inside the car and don’t distract me. Distracted driving is the number one cause of accidents on the turnpikes. And don’t think I won’t tie you down in the car-seat if I have to.”

“Your wife know ya talk t’me li’dat?”

Danny bites back the first and tenth and seventeenth thing that comes to mind at the tone of her voice and the way her fingers brush his as she reaches for the radio. “Don’t change it, it’s a law too… the Boss never gets changed.”“Who’s changing, turning it up!”

Rachel always hated Springsteen and suddenly he feels like a teenager again, as they both sing along. “Romeo and Juliet, Samson and Delilah, baby you can bet their love they didn’t deny! Your words say split but your words they lie….’cause when we kiss…fire!”

rearranges the furniture

The house looks empty. Sure, the heavier furniture is still there, but more than half the things he’s looked at every day for years are gone. The ghost of Grace’s laughter still echos in the empty corners and the rest of the boxes he’s been packing up are killing him with each shriek of packing tape. Deep down, Danny feels broken, feels himself bleeding out. Sure they had problems, every couple does. And maybe he had chosen to dive deeper into work than might have been necessary to cope with it. But they could have worked things out.

Instead, Rachel decided they needed to separate. And by separate, she meant she was seeing someone else, someone who was more emotionally supportive, someone who also approved of her career. A someone Danny wants to punch dead in the face, over and over again until the bitterness and the rage is gone, until he can see straight. But that won’t bring her back. That won’t get him anything but supervised visits. He presses the heels of his palms into his eyes when the door opens again, and Beth picks her way through the minefield of cardboard to come up behind him. He almost flinches when she sets her hand on his shoulder.A minute later, and she hasn’t said anything, and she lets go. Picks up another marker, and writes down the room it’s supposed to go into.“I…I think we’re done here.” He says. “For today, anyway. Thanks for…just thanks.”

“Always.”He’s sure she’s going to say something else. That she’s going to touch him again and if she does, he knows he won’t be able to keep it all in. And then she moves past him and grabs her bag. “Call me.”“I will.” He won’t.When she’s gone, he makes his way to the couch. Lifts one end of it. Sets it down. Grabs the book laying on it, chucks it across the room.

falls asleep with the TV on

A couple months later and Danny knows it’s over. And worse, Rachel’s moved on. They’re fighting over custody, they’re fighting over bills, it’s just like being married without any of the perks. And more and more the bottom of the bottle is the only real comfort he can find. She’s not the one he calls at three in the morning when his words slur and the shakes have subsided. And maybe that should tell him something as his eyes slide past Pesci’s hit while Liotta and De Niro are waiting expectantly for the good news.“Danny? You okay?”“Yeah. I’m fine. I just wanted to hear your voice. Did I wake you? I could let you go if I did.”“Naw. Was just making coffee. Was gonna go surfing.”There’s a long pause, and he can’t tell if she’s joking. Beth does a lot of things that don’t make sense to him. From ruining a perfectly good slice with some pineapple to knitting doilies for the break-room. To answering his calls when he’s got so much to say that he can’t get a single word out.

“Danny?”“Yeah?”“Hold on. I’m coming over.”She hangs up before he can say no.

He doesn’t protest when she eventually shows up, cuddles up on the couch, runs her fingers through his hair. He doesn’t really know what she says to him when she does bother to talk, but there’s something comforting about the scent of her skin, and the warmth of her lap when he lays his head in it.

gets to use the bathroom first

There’s sun streaming through the window and Beth doesn’t know how long they’ve been asleep, only that there’s pins and needles in her feet and between her shoulders. There’s some talk show on the television as she stirs, but carefully because Danny’s still asleep. She gingerly replaces her thigh with a pillow and inches her way off his couch before she’s realised she’s made a dire mistake, a hiss of pain snaking out between her teeth. And she almost wishes Danny were awake to see the little hop-twitch as she zombies her way to the bathroom, if nothing else it’d be good for a laugh. After she’s done she’s turning on the shower and steals a shirt of his to wear so she can wash the day and night off her skin.Danny’s awake by the time she comes out, towel wrapped around her hair, shirt rolled up at the sleeves, and he’s making coffee, looking only a little worse for the wear. “Didn’t mean t’ wake ya.”“You didn’t.”Pours her a bit of cream and sugar in her cup and slides the cup across the counter.“About last night, Beth. I wanted to-”“Feed me bacon because you’re madly in love with my yahtzee skills? Done deal.”It’s the first smile she’s seen in a while. “Something like that.”

decides the temperature for the ac/heater

“How are you even alive? You can’t be. You’re dead and I never noticed because even from beyond the pearly gates you’re talking. Once your flesh starts liquefying and they assign me someone new I can’t held accountable for anything but modest funeral arrangements. No viking bows with the flaming arrows, for example. But you won’t know because you’re dead now.”Beth is laughing, and it’s a great sound. Threatens to pull a similar one out of him even though the hands she’s tucked into his jacket pockets are icicles. He’s half tempted to shake her off and make her find gloves or a nuclear reactor to get some heat into her skin.Instead, he leaves her hands where they are, and dips down to grab her around her knees, giving her a little boost up. It doesn’t succeed as expected because a moment later, her arms are wrapping around his shoulders.“What are ya doing?!”“Clearly I am carrying you piggy back. Didn’t they have that where you come from? It would do us no good if you turn into an iceberg before I can get you inside and warm you up. I’ll turn up the heater to the same internal temperature as the sun and build you a fire. But then you’re making me cocoa and we’re going to watch the game.”

sets up holiday decorations

It all looks very, very wrong. No bright multi-coloured bulbs hang from the eaves, none shine in the windows. As far as Beth could tell, there weren’t any lights at all. Except for the occasional blue flicker. And while she could live without the excitement of pumpkins and paper ghosts and cotton spiderwebs at Halloween ~they were often in the patrol car, working over~ Christmas was second only to Thanksgiving when it came to Danny Williams. She lets herself in and finds him on the couch, head in his hands, and he hasn’t shaved or slept in days, based on the shadows along his jaw and under his eyes in the faint glow of the television and her heart sinks somewhere into her stomach. Instead of the boxes of decorations he’s got that are bigger than she is, there’s suitcases. She blinks back the sudden wetness in her eyes.“Hey.”“Hey.”

“When’s ya flight?”“Beth.” He stands up, takes a step, hesitates.“Naw, naw. Ya goddah go, right? No can live when ya heart’s across the world.” She knows this because hers is breaking right in front of him and she locks it up tight. The other thing she knows about Danny Williams is that Gracie is everything to him. Before she knows it, he treks his way over, wraps his arms around her waist, pulls her close. Her hands rest on his shoulders and she buries her face in his neck.

leaves the lights on

In the months that go by, the world becomes increasingly harder. She hates her new partner simply because he’s not Danny. Doesn’t have the detective’s instincts, doesn’t have the charm or the wit and she realises just how much she might actually hate Jersey without him. The snow that was once enchanting robs her very will to live and the dark that she could survive with him close by becomes insurmountable, no matter how many lights she leaves on. The daily phone-calls dwindle to a text now and again, and she can tell something is wrong by what he’s not telling her.She doesn’t think he reconciled with Rachel. She doesn’t think he likes Hawai’i. Maybe he hates his partner too. She makes the arrangements. Puts in for a transfer. Turns in notice. Locks her Brooklyn apartment up securely, and remembers the grief he’s given her in the past about not moving to Jersey and instead commuting.This was never how Beth expected to go home. But it feels like it’s the only thing she can do.

uses the bathroom with the door open

“You’re a troglodyte. A barbarian. Didn’t anyone teach you how to knock, Steven?”

Black slacks, that dark blue shirt that turned his eyes into something breath-taking that she never had words for. Blonde hair a little brighter from the sun exposure, slicked back into perfection. From the back he’s everything she remembers, and she smiles, tracing the edge of her upper lip with the tip of her tongue.“Been a year an’ already ya forgot about me, Danny? I’m...I’m crushed.”Every muscle in his body stiffens and if she were that kind of person, she’d imagine exactly how much colour drains from his face, and hands tighten on his... What she doesn’t have to imagine is the little shake before everything’s going back and she can hear the zipper before he even manages to turn around. The look on his face as he debates washing his hands or coming at her. He chooses to wash.“Beth? You took vacation just to come all the way here?” He quickly dries off and then it’s all hands on her waist, hoisting her up in the air until it’s all she can do to put her arms around his neck and hug him tight. There’s a chaste kiss or two and some laughing and more hugging.

“Not exactly. I came...home.”“To stay?”“Yeah. To stay.”

fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber)

“You’re doing it wrong. You need a different kind of thing-”“Is that the professional term? Thing?”“Yeah, you know the thing. The wrench thing.”“Oh, that is so helpful. I don’t know how I could have lived this long without knowing that.”“You don’t have to be so sensitive, but it will stop making the squeaking noise if you-”“Do you want to come down here and do this? Mr Navy Seal who is secretly a god of leaking sinks. Please by all means-”Beth is hiding in her bathroom, but even that doesn’t drown out the sound of Danny and Steve ~a piece of her past come back into her life~ from bickering with each other. She never realised how much alike they are though their differences could be used in a text book case. And if Beth had to lose Danny to someone else, him having Stevie as his partner on their Task Force is the only way it’s okay. She’s still at HPD and they still spend time together as family does.“Yeah, mahalo. No no. Bo da dem still at it, try for fix. Yes, I need someone come out, fix sink before dey destroy my kitchen, try an’ mahalo. A’ole pilikia. Mahalo.”

Hopefully the plumber would arrive before Beth has to strangle them both, and figure out how to hide the bodies.

#Mahalo!Anon <333 #Hemolele|Danny Williams #And His Long Time Lucky Charm|Danny and Beth #Hale ka mea Hale|Hawai'i 5-0 verse #Work Wife|The Jersey Years #tw: Long Post

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marchmaiden · 7 years ago

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Que chel sarà sarà Pt 2

Si nonno, E’fatto!” (Yes papa, it’s done!) I called from the kitchen. I had arrived in Como three days ago, arriving early to prep the house for my friends. They were scheduled to arrive later this afternoon, and I had insisted my grandparents leave before they got here, but they were determined to at least meet the people who were going to be living in their home. “Y/N Le stanze sono preparate? (Are the rooms prepared?)” I heard Nonna ask, as she walked into the kitchen. I had been peering over the small planner I brought with, trying to finish up the schedule I had been arranging.

I looked up from my work and nodded, giving her a soft smile, “Si nonna, le cameriere lo hanno fatto stamattina (the maids took care of it this morning),” I told her. She smiled and walked over giving me a kiss on the head. She then grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the french doors that lead towards one of the many patios overlooking the lake. We sat down on her favorite porch swing, the green cushion smelling of her jasmine perfume. She sat and held my hand before turning to look at me.

She brushed her soft hands over my face and gave a stern frown, faking discipline. “Now y/n, la mia piccola stella,( My little star)” she said, “Do not go causing any trouble or do any damage to this house. Your nonno may be easy going on his belongings but me, not so much,” she warned. I laughed lightly, “Si nonna, I would never be so reckless,” I told her, slightly teasing.

“Ms. Sophia, two cars have just entered the estate, I believe it is Ms. Y/N’s guests,” Antonio, one of the butlers announced. “Ahh finally!” Nonna said excitedly, “It’s about time I met the American riff raff you call friends,” she joked. I laughed lightly, hoping that she wouldn’t embarrass me in front of everyone.

Ashton’s POV

“You guys, this is fucking insane,” Roy said dramatically. We had been in the car for almost an hour now, having landed in Milan about two hours ago. We definitely weren’t expecting two massive limousines to be waiting for us on the tarmac. We had split ourselves into two cars, me, Michael, Crystal, Mariah, Roy, Brian, Lindsey, Kayla, Brianna in one car and Luke, Calum, Sierra, Andrew, Carmella, Bryana, Anne Marie and Mitchy were in the other one.

I was staring out of the window in awe of the countryside, everything was so vibrant and beautiful. Kind of like Y/N. I blushed realizing that I was thinking of her again. I was a goner the second I met her at Brian’s first solo show, he introduced the two of us and we became friends in an instant. Of course I was drawn to her, she was so full of love and light and just had the most beautiful eyes and outlook on the world. I’m hoping that this trip will give me a chance to tell her how I really feel.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you look to your right, you will see the Magedino Estate,” the driver told us through the partition. Everyone turned to stare out my window and we all gasped. “Holy shit,” Kayla stated. The place was ginormous, it looked like a fucking palace. You could catch glimpses of the lake behind the house, but in all honesty my eyes were too focused on the size of the place to really notice. “You know I’m startin to get a little suspicious of this girl,” Crystal teased, “what else isn’t she telling us.”

We felt the car stop for a moment, listening to the chauffeur murmur into an intercom outside the gates. Within moments we had stopped once more, only this time we stood outside the front doors, in what appeared to be a courtyard. The other limo had opened its doors and the others had come to stand beside us. We all stood, staring the fortress-like house in awe. The doors to the house suddenly flung open, and a line of people in red and white uniforms all lined the steps to the house.

A tall and elegant gentleman appeared in the doorway, and made confident strides down the steps. He looked like a god, a tall and glowing man with slicked back silver hair and a bold smile. “IT’S A YOUNG ROB DE NIRO,” Lindsey shouted quietly, causing Mitchy to elbow her.

“Welcome children!” the man said, “I am Carmen, welcome to the family home,” he gestured with his arms wide open. “Don’t worry about your belongings, the staff will take care of them for you. Please follow me inside,” he explained. We followed him in, definitely not expecting the sight.

We walked into a grand foyer, footed with marble floors and massive white pillars that held the ceiling up high. A grand staircase that split on two sides above a set of french doors. We were escorted through the staircase doors, and lead down a hallway until we were lead into a living room.

There was a woman sitting on a small sofa facing the massive floor length windows. She turned at the sound of our footsteps. “Carmen!,” exclaimed “I’m so glad you found our guests, bring them in!” We all gathered around the long coffee table, each of us taking seat on a sofa or couch that was elegantly arranged. You could see a portion of the lake outside the window, spanning from the docks on the estate to the foothills of the Alps. “Y/N will be down in a moment, we just wanted to get a good look at her friends, she hardly ever mentions anything about you all,” the woman said. I assumed she was Y/N’s gramma, they had that same twinkle in their eyes.

“Thank you very much for allowing us to stay Mr and Mrs. Magedino, it’s very kind of you,” Crystal said. “It’s our pleasure dear, I don’t know why that girl is so keen on keeping people out of here, we love guests!” Carmen said. A man suddenly walked through the doors, announcing that the couple’s car for the trip to the pier was here. The couple leapt up from their seats excited. “Come come will walk you to the main room and say goodbye to Y/N,” she said.

We followed them through more hallways until we arrived in another room facing the lakes. Only this time, a massive portrait of a young girl hung above the fireplace. Another long staircase branched out from the wall, Carmen moving towards the steps to call up. “ Y/N, ce me stiamo andando!” ( We are leaving!) he shouted. Seconds later she appeared.

I practically lost my breathe, she was stunning. Her hair cascaded across her shoulder and a long blue dress covered her beautiful figure. She looked like an angel. “Si nonno, I could hear your footsteps the second you passed the conservatory, who could ignore the sound of a mighty god walking on marble?” she teased, causing her grandparents to laugh. “We will be home in three weeks time, Donatella and her team will arrive two weeks from today to help you get fitted for The Luce Stellare Gala,” Sophia told her. Y/N nodded and kissed both of them goodbye, softly closing the door behind them.

She turned around and gave us a massive grin causing all of us to smile. “Well,” she started, “glad that’s out of the way!” We all laughed. “C’mon I’ll lead you outside and we chat about all the wondrous things I have planned for you all.” We followed her through another hallway, until we came across a set of stained glass doors where two doormen stood waiting. Y/N gave them a wave and they promptly whisked the doors open.

The view was unbelievable. It was like something out of a movie. You could see a small island in the middle of the lake, while our side of the shore was lined with resorts and other private homes, and across from us stood the Swiss Alps. “Y/N,” Luke said, “this is fucking incredible, how on Earth could you ever keep a place like this hidden?” he asked incredulously. We turned and saw her sitting at a long dining table, arranged with all sorts of fruits and pastas. She motioned for us to come and sit, winking at me before patting the arm of the seat next to her

“To answer your question Lu,” she said, “This was always my escape as a child. When my parents got too obnoxious or I felt that the world was crashing down, I simply called for a plane to bring me here. It’s a bit spoiled, I’m well aware, but this is the one place where I’ve always felt I can be at peace. I don’t have to hide my family’s name and wealth, I don’t have to be scared of strangers taking my photo or harassing my friends. This is a place where none of that matters. But I’m so glad that I’ve decided to share it with you,” she told us, all of us smiling. “Now,” she paused, “let’s eat!”

#5sos blurb #5sos imagine #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #luke hemmings #crystal leigh #lindsey demeola #roy english

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misssophiachase · 7 years ago

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More Than a Feeling

Thanks for your reviews last chapter. If you hadn't noticed I'm going with an 80s theme given the song titles (been watching too much Stranger Things obviously).

Synopsis: Six former teen actors find themselves thrown together ten years later for a Netflix reboot of their TV series. Given the way things were left, what's their rationale for coming back and can they get past their issues? 28 days of stifling Californian heat, copious amounts of tequila and enforced bonding rituals will make deep seated secrets emerge and change things forever. PART ONE HERE

Part 2: You Give Love a Bad Name

SC Village, Corona CA

"Paintball, really?" Klaus drawled, looking around the army themed battlefield complete with dusty paths, a bullet riddled helicopter, camouflage coloured tanks, green barrels and an abundance of black, mesh netting. "What are we? Five years-old?"

"I don't know; I think it's fun." Kol replied, offering his brother some war paint he'd managed to acquire, god knows how.

"That's because you have the mental age of a five year-old."

"Why do I suddenly feel like I've been transported back to our childhood complete with incessant squabbling but set in a Steven Spielberg film?" Their eldest brother asked dryly.

"You always did know how to ruin everyone's fun, Elijah," Kol shot back. "Why is he here again?"

"Because we were young and naïve and let mother convince us to go into acting as children."

"You were twenty-one when you agreed to do Roswell Elijah," Klaus offered. "Surely you're not still blaming mother for that decision."

"And even if you are big brother, you agreed to this reboot in the first place," Kol argued. "To be honest I'm still extremely curious about why you signed up given your animosity towards this show." Elijah attempted to interrupt before Kol continued. "And don't even try telling me that it was a financial decision, Mister Millionaire."

After the show, Elijah had used his earnings to invest in a number of capital ventures making him his first fortune in just over a year and then the millions flowed. Klaus had been curious himself about Elijah's reasoning but thought it better not to pry given the same questions could be thrown in his direction.

Klaus was the only original member of the cast who'd pursued his craft and gone on to decidedly better acting roles in the process. Both his agent and publicist had begged him not to do the reboot given they thought it would ruin the reputation he'd built in Hollywood the past ten years.

He could still remember Rebekah's shrill voice through his cell phone when he told her his decision all those months ago.

New York, NY – 9 months earlier

"You're going to do what now?"

"If you're planning on deafening me then you're well on your way to succeeding, Rebekah," he growled.

"You are Hollywood royalty Niklaus. You've made Scorsese, Cameron and Scott films, you've acted alongside De Niro and Nicholson, you've…"

"I don't really need a synopsis of my resume nor my IMDB account, little sister," he interrupted.

"My point is that this decision will ruin what you've worked so hard to achieve. Roswell was…"

"Quirky and received mixed reviews, yes. But it's where I got my start and what propelled me to where I am today even if you don't agree," he pressed. "Have you even bothered to look at the script?"

"Lucien may have showed it to me," she grumbled.

"And we all know how much you like to taunt my agent and disagree just for the sake of it," he replied tartly. "But the writing is…"

"Alright, it's good," she conceded, albeit gruffly.

"And last time I checked Kol and Elijah had both agreed to sign on for this project," he argued. "It would be pretty cruel even for you to deny your siblings employment."

"Kol just wants the limelight and some more mindless conquests, Elijah's reasons for this decision I'll never bloody know." Klaus had thought the same thing but decided it was best not to engage with his highly strung sister. "Are you sure there's no other reasons for wanting to do this?"

"What exactly are you getting at?"

"You know exactly what I'm getting at but it isn't a what but a who. Blonde, blue eyed about 5'8? Goes by the name of C…"

"Enough," he growled. "That was ten years ago and I have no interest whatsoever of revisiting that particular part of my life. The fact you would even doubt my professionalism is outrageous."

"I seem to recall a Shakespeare play about someone protesting too much," she murmured sarcastically. "You can't deny the history."

"That's exactly what it is, Rebekah, history." Before she could argue Klaus had disconnected the call.

"Really Kol, my motives are none of your damn business," Elijah scoffed, breaking Klaus from his memory. "You know we're not all narcissistic, attention whores like yourself."

"I resent that."

"You have to admit that you like your picture taken a little too much, little brother," Klaus chuckled.

"Great, it's just like old times, you two ganging up on your poor, defenceless little brother." Before either could respond they heard a snort, turning around curiously to find out where it originated from.

"Poor and defenceless," Bonnie said, her eyebrows furrowed. "Now that's an interesting take on your personality. I would have just stuck with narcissistic and left it there."

"Why am I not surprised, Bonnie? You always were my most vocal and worst critic."

"Okay children," Caroline intervened, making her presence known, along with Katherine. Klaus was trying to ignore just how adorable she looked in head to toe camouflage gear but it was extremely difficult. He could still remember tracing those delectable curves with his tongue all those years ago. "Let's break it up."

"That's rich coming from the girl who needs a referee from Niklaus whenever they're in the same bloody scene," Kol scoffed. Klaus couldn't miss how her eyes flickered towards his before attempting to unload on his brother.

"Well..."

"Oh my god, do you people ever stop?" Alaric interrupted, placing himself strategically between the two warring factions. "I deserve a pay rise for having to put up with your pretentious behaviour."

"But…"

"No buts, Katherine," he fumed. "For once I just want you all to shut up, can you do that for more than five seconds?" He didn't wait for them to reply and continued. "It's obvious there are some deep seated issues here and after two days of filming within this horrible nightmare I decided we needed to take some drastic action."

"But…"

"Kol," he growled. "Shut it. Yes, you may fancy yourself as actors and your ability to fake chemistry but the camera never lies. Unfortunately, I'm stuck with your precious asses and we need this reboot to look genuine and not like you want to kill each other every scene. So, I've decided you need to get that hatred out right now on this makeshift battlefield. Go your hardest because if I have to deal with your dramas on Monday morning I might just shoot you all myself."

They were all silent, unsure of how to respond to such a strong threat. "Oh, so now you're all going to stay silent? Unbelievable."

"It's dark out if you hadn't noticed, Ric," Caroline offered, gesturing towards the black sky and dimly lit course.

"Makes it all the more interesting, don't you think?"

"You really are evil."

"I have this weird feeling you are relishing in our discontent," Elijah muttered, agreeing with Katherine, which was usually unheard of.

"And you would be right," he replied. "So, it's time to pair up kids. Three teams, two on each side."

"It should be two teams, the girls versus the guys," Bonnie objected stubbornly.

"Only if you want to lose, darling," Kol teased. Katherine raised her paintball gun towards his smug face in defiance and maybe a touch of impatience, she never was one to put up with drama if it didn't involve her of course.

"Do I get extra points if I shoot his pathetic ass right now?" Alaric intervened before she could go through with her threat, lowering her dangerously pointed weapon.

"This is how we're going to do it, children," he instructed. "I took the opportunity of drawing some randomly selected names out of a hat earlier and that formed the basis of the team pairings tonight."

"Randomly selected?" Klaus asked just as Caroline spoke.

"Where the hell is said hat or the names?"

"I'm the Director of this production, so right now I have ultimate authority."

"Last time I checked we weren't on set but in this questionable neighbourhood," Katherine hissed. "You do realise Chino is right around the corner? Ew."

"I didn't realise we had our very own Summer Roberts in the group tonight," Elijah joked, earning a curious glance from the rest of the group. "What?"

"You know the OC?" Kol asked, his mouth agape.

"Yeah, I mean I took you for the stuffy news and finance channel kind of guy," Bonnie added.

"Forget the OC, I think I've been transported back to kindergarten," Alaric groaned. "So, without further ado. The pairings are; Bonnie and Kol."

"No."

"Klaus and Caroline."

"Never."

"Katherine and Elijah." Those two didn't seem pleased but also didn't object as strenuously but it was obvious the other headstrong four weren't budging.

"Randomly selected hey?"

"You know what? Fine! I'm so sick of your childish antics that I'll let you pick your own teams, how about that?" They all regarded each other wearily wondering who they would pick under duress.

"What if we don't want to pick anyone?" Kol asked.

"I'd say you're all bad sports and for the love of god just pick someone," he pleaded. They all looked at each other obviously weighing up the least worst option in the process. Klaus had initially wanted Caroline but being that close to her so soon was also too much to deal with this early on during filming.

He was paired with Bonnie but given their history, Klaus knew she was a damn good shot and her animosity towards Kol would mean she wouldn't stop until he was riddled with paint. They may have been related but Klaus would pay to see his cocky brother brought down in a blaze of glory.

"You okay, love?" He asked, looking at Caroline curiously during prep. She'd all been about the bravado but as they were about to venture onto the battlefield she seemed almost nervous. Klaus would have been too if he was paired with Elijah.

"What did I tell you about calling me that?" She answered shakily, her creamy skin seeming more pale than usual.

"Force of habit," he murmured, his blue eyes searching hers for some sign. She looked away immediately, any unresolved feelings between them lost.

"I just hope you're ready to surrender, Mikaelson." She was gone before he could come up with some sassy response, her taut ass wiggling in retreat as she left.

"Game on, Forbes," he sighed. As much as joked, Klaus couldn't have been happier to have her so close again. Even if she did hate him. He'd take what he could get.

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robert-de-niro-only-fans · 4 years ago

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Hell-ish

Louis Cyphre x Reader

Not related to the movie (Angel Heart) literally at all, just wanted to write about Robert De Niro Satan™ 💖✨

TW: you’re in hell but I swear it’s not that bad, mentions of demons/the devil, horn stuff?

Word Count: 2k

Enjoy! 😈😈😈

“Good morning, my dear, glad to see you’re finally awake,” a voice says from across the room. You turn to face the man as he approaches you. He has a very striking look. He bares a thick beard, long hair that is nearly pulled back and tied up, pointed white nails, a black and gold cane, and the nicest suit you’ve ever seen.

He sits on the edge of the bed and puts his cans aside before looking at you, “Are you alright, love? You look like a deer caught in headlights, although a very cute deer, much like a little fawn.” His fingers tuck some of your hair behind your ear, and then his hand lingers on your cheek for a moment. Despite the man’s startling look and the unsettled feeling you have, his presence felt very familiar to you.

“Um… I’m okay, just woozy.” You rub your eyes trying to wake up a little more.

“Hmmm? How did you know about that?”

He swiftly exists the room.

You sit and sip your tea for awhile.

• • •

Before you know it, you’re waking up again… The tea must’ve put you to sleep, but at least you feel well-rested and your shoulders aren’t sore anymore.

“Darling, are you hungry? I made you breakfast,” he looms over the bed with a nicely made tray of food in this hand. He nearly gave you a heart attack.

“Oh… um, sure.”

You give him a small smile, and then there’s a long pause. “Who are you?”

“Louis. Louis Cyphre.”

“And this is your home?”

“Yes.”

“And where is that?”

“Hmmm… I’m not sure you’re ready to hear this, but you have to find out sooner or later. You’re in Hell, to put it simply.”

“Hell?! What do you mean Hell?!” Your mind is but racing.

“Here, honey, eat a little something,” he says handing you a croissant, “Hell, as in the Underworld, as in one of the many afterlives, as in eternal damnation.”

“This doesn’t seem like Hell… It’s so nice here.”

“Yes, well, this is my home, so it can be how I want it to be.”

“I don’t understand. Aren’t you also here to be tortured or something? You don’t look like a demon to me… Who are you?”

“(Y/N), I already told you, but I’ll make it more apparent, just for you, sweet girl… I’m Louis Cyphre, Lucifer.”

“Lucifer?? Like Satan?” It comes out of your mouth before the realization sets in. “You’re the Devil?”

“Yes.”

This doesn’t scare you as much as it should. Why should you be scared of him? He’s been nothing but hospitable and caring towards you.

He sits next to you planning his hand on your cheek one again. It makes you feel warm. “No harm will come to you while you’re here. Quite the contrary, you’ll be treated like a queen.” He pulls a grape from the tray in front of you and places it in your mouth.

“But why? I thought Hell was for suffering.”

“Hmmm… It’s a story for another time, but let’s just say I decided to keep you for myself, rather than letting you stay in your afterlife.”

“Oh… Well, that’s very sweet. I suppose being here is much nicer than what I would’ve faced, being that I got sent to Hell.”

• • •

After this, he spent much of his time courting you, and the time you spent with him was magical, to say the least.

You spent a lot of time there.

• • •

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes, Louis?”

“May I kiss you?”

“Hmmm…” You smile and look at him, “on one condition.”

“Anything for you, my heart.”

“Show me your horns.”

He scoffs. “Horns?! What horns?” He really was bad at lying to you; you thought it was sweet how even the Demon King could be rendered weak by love.

“I know you must have them. All of the other demons do. And like wings or a tail or something… I wanna see it.”

“Why on Earth would a sweet girl like you want to see those things?”

“Well… I like you a lot, Louis, and I want to be able to love all of you, not just the parts you show me.”

A blush comes to his cheeks, but it’s quickly followed by a bit of sadness, “I don’t want to scare you away…”

“You won’t scare me. I’ll still know it’s you.”

There’s a long pause before he says, “Close your eyes.”

You place your hands over your face, and they were only there for a few seconds before you feel Louis’ hands pulling them off of your eyes.

You were sure that he could take a much more frightening form, but he still wants to protect your from some things.

“Can I touch them?” You ask.

“Hmm?”

“Your horns. Can I touch them?”

“Yes, but only you.”

After a long, sweet kiss, you both pull away breathless. And you see that Louis is back to the way you’re used to seeing him.

“Aww, Louis… I really liked your horns.”

“You did?”

“Yeah! They look very good on you. Will you please put them back?”

“So you’re saying it’s okay sometimes?” You laugh.

“Mmm… Sometimes, yes, only if I get a kiss out of it.”

• • •

This earned you a hearty laugh from the man, “Yes, I know.”

“Well I was just thinking about your horns and how they’re so cool, and how you made me that garden outside, and well…”

“Well?” He gives you a playful look.

“Well… could you give me horns?”

“You want horns?”

“Yeah! They’re cool! And, like, why shouldn’t I fit in with the demons a little?”

“Honey, you don’t fit in with the demons,” he says through a laugh.

“Okay well I still want horns.”

“Hmmm… You want horns, huh? Well alright.” He scoops you up off the bed and takes you to stand in front of the mirror. He leans in towards your ear and whispers, “Close your eyes.”

“Do you like them, princess?”

“Oh, yes, Louis! Thank you so much… They’re so pretty!” You’re nearly squealing with enthusiasm.

“Good, darling! I had pictured you with little deer antlers, because you so remind me of a little woodland fawn, but there are some things I have no control over. It seems you’re one of them!”

“Hmm, are you saying you’d like to control me?” You give him a coy look.

“No… But I am glad I can do this,” he wraps a hand around one of your horns and pulls you towards him, smiling against your lips while kissing you.

#peep the moodboard for an idea of what their horns look like 🥰🥰🥰#btw i have many more ideas for this #but then we start getting into some religious ideas and imma be honest #i dont know much about it #so then its just gonna be my romanticized idea of heaven and hell #yeah #let me know if you want more #louis cyphre #egg #robert de niro #louis cyphre x reader #robert de niro x reader #moodboard #fanfic

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The Irishman movie, such a long film I've never enjoyed watching

The figure of Crazy Joe in The Irishman. So the Irishman is directed by Martin score, says the straight to Netflix movie, pretty solid grab on Netflix part, some solid fishing. Which caused the Irishman to be very successful. And this is the true story. Suppose a true story based on a true story, which, you know, the drill by now. Based on a true story. And it's a Hollywood movie, 50%.

If it's going to be bullshit the way it goes, still based on a true story in that it's Robert DeNiro. He plays the man, the book, I heard you paint houses, his baby, really this movie is based off of that book. And it's him telling the story of his life and his time in the mob. From there, you have a three and a half hour Martin score says he mob Epic.

I mean, shit. What else did you want for Christmas? That's kind of what I asked for. And I'll say this, like Robert de Niro's great in the movie, but. Everybody's actually great in the movie. Robert de Niro, Joe Peshy, Al Pachino alpha Chino plays Jimmy hall. I didn't know it was going to be very Jimmy Hoffa centric.

I didn't watch any of the trailers for this movie. All I knew about this movie is that it was using de aging software to make them younger, new technology and all that, that kind of hijacked the whole conversation about this movie. And that's all I heard about, but Albert Chino has Jimmy Hoffa is not to be over overlooked here.

Let's talk about the cast

He's great too. I just, I guess I really like it when. Older celebrities, those legacy actors as ones who are like, Oh man, you crushed it back in the day. You were Hollywood. They may be older now, but they still got it. That's how I felt. And this movie probably coupled with the fact that it's Al Pachino and Robert DeNiro in the same film, that concept was the selling point for a heat.

For me, throwing a movie together. So swatch it, and yes, it uses dag aging software. It's different than the Disney Dee aging software I have heard. And after seeing it, yes, it does appear to be different. Cause Disney D aging software is like, let's take Michael Douglas his face and make him Michael Douglas from basic instinct.

But this dag software seems to keep. The frame of the face and just make it less wrinkly. So they do look younger and it is really impressive, but it's not like he looks like DeNiro from Goodfellas or casino or anything like that. I can thinking about it. It might be because of how he feels rather than how he looks.

I mean, by that is there's times where he's moving and you're like, you're that's right. You're an older guy, body with a younger guy. But it completely works for the movie cause it's not supposed to be Robert DeNiro. The actor is supposed to be the younger version of this guy. It's really impressive. The aging software, for sure.

What can you say about the Irishman box office

Also the runtime yet long. Yeah. It's a three and a half hour. Martin score says the Epic. It might be three hours and 20 minutes. I don't want to exaggerate at that point. What's the difference. However, thinking about it, it's like, what would I take out? And I don't know, it's all relevant. We owe classic music to Robbie Robertson. It all works. It's all important.

It's just, it's the Chronicle of this guy's life. And maybe some scenes could have been shaved down a little bit. I wouldn't take any of the scenes out. Maybe they could have been shorter, but they could have been shorter and casino to casino could have been a two hour movie. Long films can also be okay, even Bohemian Rhapsody can show it. It's not because. That's the kind of epics that Martin square says he makes.

And it's kind of, what's cool about I didn't cool about him and I've liked that I'm not going to draw the line from now. Casino was fine. Making a movie that's slightly longer than casino. No, some scenes could have been shaved to be shorter, but I'm glad they weren't. It's kind of like, Hey. For late on Netflix, the hateful eight extended edition.

I believe it's called on Netflix is essentially for one hour episodes, which makes it a four hour movie. But because it's broken up into episodes that feels different. So on one hand, maybe they should have done that with the Irish. However, you also have the ability to watch about an hour of the Irishmen pause or stop it, come back the next day, pick it back up, watch an hour of the Irishman and break it up amongst.

The figure of Crazy Joe in the Irishman

Four days or so you can do that. Nothing's stopping you so you can cut it, execute the Irishman. How Netflix naturally executes the hateful eight. Extended it. Yeah. For you. Cause also I can't say it's not engaging. It's completely engaged. Yeah. I turned this on at midnight and I was like, all right, I'll watch the first half now go to bed, then watch the second half tomorrow.

Yeah. You're right. I watched it all that night. In my experience when people are talking about a movie's runtime, really what they're talking about is the movies, time management and pacing. And admittedly, if I'm being honest, this movie does get a little long winded at times in certain saints. By the end of it, I appreciated all of it because it all works for the world building.

I wasn't watching this movie too. You get to the end of the movie, I was watching the Irishman to live in the world. It worked for me and all that world-building does pay off because by the end, when the movie and the character is being very reflective, it makes you very reflective, not in the world. You just.

But on your own life, I suppose, full thing that this movie completely did pull off. I really appreciated that. I love this movie for that. So in the end, the Irishman, I thought it was a great return to form for Martin Scorsese, his return to mobster movies, not like you said. Swore them off 40 years ago or anything.

Who played Jimmy Hoffa in Irishman

I feel like he hasn't made them in a while. I thought it was engaging thought provoking, insightful. Everyone in the movie did a great job. I thought the characters were great for me. It's not quite as good as Goodfellas casino or the department, but I loved it. He's a damn good filmmaker. And he made a damn good film. The film is based on the book I Heard You Paint Houses.

Irishman is worth watching. And worth buying on blue rack. Cause if you don't own the physical copy, you're just renting it folks with just saying where's the Irishman. Have you seen it? Why did you think about it? Or what's your favorite Martin Scorsese film, whatever it is, whatever you think, comment below, let me know.

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In Conversation with Danny Trejo: From Character Actor to Taco Mogul

The actor talked to Fortune about his adventures in Hollywood and with Trejo’s Tacos.

Nothing about Danny Trejo is what you might expect, including his secret to success.

“Everything good that’s happened to me is a direct result of me helping other people,” says Trejo, 75, whose surprisingly compact 5-foot-6 frame—clad in all black, his long dark hair hanging loose alongside a silver cross necklace—is tucked inside a booth at the Hollywood hub of his booming taco business, Trejo’s Cantina.

His soft-spoken reflectiveness and fondness for high-fives belie a life that could have gone very differently: Born to Mexican-American parents in Los Angeles, Trejo spent most of his young-adult life in and out of California prisons for drugs and robberies. It was during that time and since then that he honed his boxing talents (a helpful skill in venues like San Quentin), got sober at 25, became a prolific character actor, and, from working as a youth drug counselor and motivational speaker, discovered how much he loves giving back.

Danny Trejo inside the kitchen at Trejo’s Tacos on July 11, 2019. Photograph by Joe Toreno for Fortune

Today, Trejo’s iconic craggy visage fronts eight Trejo’s Tacos locations across Los Angeles, and the eats are a hit: The Los Angeles Times named the rainbow cauliflower tacos on its 2017 list of 10 favorite recipes; the Cantina location serves around 500 diners a day on weekends; and there’s talk of expanding the business, which now includes a doughnut shop, outside California. (He’s also recently launched Trejo’s Cerveza, currently for sale at L.A.-area Whole Foods and Total Wine.) Somehow Trejo also still has time for acting: He’ll soon add 20-plus roles to his nearly 300-credit film and TV résumé, including a second Machete sequel and August’s Dora and the Lost City of Gold, in which he voices a monkey named Boots, a role Trejo says proudly “will give me a whole new audience.”

Fortune chatted with Trejo in early July about his food-mogul renaissance, his adventures in Hollywood, and how he learned to channel a misspent youth into a force for good.

Fortune: Trejo’s Tacos feels like an L.A. institution, yet it’s only three years old. What inspired you to get into the restaurant business?

Trejo: My mom was a gourmet cook. When I around 12, I’d say, “We should start a restaurant,” but my dad was like a Mexican Archie Bunker. “Hey, we’ve got a kitchen right there!” [Laughs] Seven years ago I did a low-budget movie called Bad Ass, and one of the producers, Ash Shah, noticed that I didn’t like junk food. I am pretty picky! A few movies later, Ash says, “Danny, you should start a restaurant.” He created a business plan for Trejo’s Tacos. My team said, “If nobody’s asking you to front 50 grand, seems like a good idea!” We opened, and it totally blew up. Two years ago we opened the doughnut shop, and we sell out by 2 p.m. every day.

Anthony Bourdain raved about your tacos when he filmed Parts Unknown here in 2017. What was that day like for you?

Amazing. He joked, “You’re Mexican and you have a cauliflower taco?” He loved it. At around five or six o’clock at night, you’ll see a lot families coming in here. One woman told me, “Thank God for this place.” The kids can be gluten-free, mom can be vegetarian, and Dad can have cow!

Trejo’s Tacos offers gluten free and vegetarian taco options. Photograph by Joe Toreno for Fortune

What’s your favorite thing on the menu?

I love the nachos with steak and two eggs on top for breakfast.

Your latest incarnation as a restaurateur is another twist in an already surreal career. To what do you attribute your staying power?

I have good people around me. The same agent for 25 years. I met my assistant Mario at San Quentin when I made a movie there, and he was a prisoner. He’s been with me for 15 years.

You were discovered while working as a boxing coach on the set of the 1985 Jon Voight movie Runaway Train. But it wasn’t until you were cast as the knife-throwing Navajas in your cousin Robert Rodriguez’s 1995 film Desperado that you started to play substantial roles. Is it true you didn’t know you were related until shooting began?

We first met when I auditioned in L.A. He said, “You remind me of the bad guys in my high school.” I said, “I am the bad guys from your high school!” Then we filmed in Acuña, Mexico. My family from San Antonio visited the set. My Uncle Rudy says, “Who’s that?” I say, “Robert Rodriguez, the director.” He whistles at Robert, “Hey! Say hello to your second cousin Danny!” I was like, “What’s up, cousin? Make my role bigger!” But he didn’t. He said, “Danny, you can do more with your face than most actors can with dialogue.” I’m walking around with no shirt, all these tattoos, people asking for my autograph. Robert says, “They think you’re the star.” I said, “You mean I’m not?” Nobody really knew [lead actor] Antonio Banderas at the time. He was quiet—unlike me. [Laughs]

Trejo’s Tacos and Trejo’s Coffee merchandise on display for purchase. Two years ago, Trejo opened a doughnut shop that sells out by 2 p.m. every day. Photograph by Joe Toreno for Fortune

Robert went on to create the vigilante-hero character Machete for you. How did he evolve from a minor character in the Spy Kids franchise to fronting two, soon-to-be three features?

After he put Uncle Machete in Spy Kids, Robert did the Grindhouse movies [with director Quentin Tarantino], and they needed fake movie trailers. One was for a Machete movie. At the premiere, everybody was like, “You have to do that movie.” Machete was the first Mexican superhero. I was almost in tears when I saw 8-year-old kids dressed like him on Halloween.

Of all the people you’ve worked with, when have you felt the most starstruck?

With Robert De Niro, when we did Heat. Then Robert [Rodriguez] somehow got him to do Machete! I see him on the set and he says, “Well, well, well, number one on the call sheet now, eh?” I was like, “Can I get you some coffee, Mr. De Niro?” [Laughs]

For what roles are you most often recognized when you’re out in the world? Seeing your severed head on a turtle in season two of Breaking Bad left quite an impression with fans.

Spy Kids. Machete. Anchorman. Bubble Boy. And every Mexican I know loves Blood In, Blood Out. For Breaking Bad, I remember my agent saying, “Danny, you’re going to have a Hollywood first: You’re going to go across the desert on a turtle.” I’m thinking it’s a cartoon, or a really big turtle? “Actually, no. It’s just your head.” [Laughs]

A lot of your roles lean campy, but you’ve also acted in serious films like Maggie Gyllenhaal’s Sherrybaby about a mother who’s a drug-addicted ex-con. When did you think to yourself, “Wait, I can actually act?”

I’m a drug counselor at a place called Western Pacific Rehab. A few years ago, my son Gilbert cast me in a drug-themed movie he wrote called From a Son. There’s a scene where I break down and cry. I’d never had to do that in a movie. I was thinking I’d do a John Wayne, tough-guy thing, but my son…shit, he’s so brilliant. He reminded me of stuff from when he was young. He showed me a picture of us from 1985, when he was a little baby. Then, I couldn’t stop crying. I didn’t even cry at my parents’ funerals.

Trejo’s silver cross necklace and watch. Photograph by Joe Toreno for Fortune

Did you surprise yourself in that moment?

Completely. I thought, “Wow, okay, this must be acting.”

Your son is named after your Uncle Gilbert, who you’ve said led you down a path of crime when you were a teenager. What do you remember about that time?

My dad came from a family of 11, and Gilbert was the youngest. He was only six years older than me. I had no siblings, so he was like my older brother. Unfortunately, he was also an armed robber and a drug addict. He showed me how to rob when I was 14. He gave me a sawed-off shotgun and put me in front of a mirror to practice. “Give me your money, bitch. I’ll slap you!”

Your first acting job.

[Laughs] Yes. We robbed an Asian grocery store together called Far East Market in Burbank. We had a revolver, but you had to hold it just so or it would fall apart. I go, “Give me the money! Give me the money!” The woman gives me $8 from the cash register. I grabbed it, and we ran down Lankershim as this guy comes out of the back, screaming, with a hatchet!

How do you feel now about the crimes you committed?

I feel regret. I’ve never been mean, but I’ve also never let anybody take advantage of me. In prison you’re predator or prey. My friend Cookie and I had a protection ring for young kids coming in, including for gay couples who’d been married on the streets. When I got out of the pen, I’d get cards from kids we protected. Their parents also said thank you.

Did your own parents live to see your success?

My mom did. My dad saw me get sober but never saw me get into acting. He would have laughed. Even my mom was like, “Get a job, mijo,” even after I’d worked with Robert De Niro in Heat! She did get excited when I was on The Young and the Restless in 2008. She had four of her friends over to watch, and they were like, “Oh, my God.” That was it. I’d made it.

Over the years you’ve appeared in dozens of commercials and ads—selling products from Snickers to AARP—and you’re now a spokesman for the erectile dysfunction product Giddy. What appealed to you about tackling that taboo subject?

We don’t talk anything in our society—condoms in high school, birth control. We definitely don’t talk about erectile dysfunction, especially in the Hispanic community. I don’t know a man who hasn’t experienced it. I think it’s like everything I do—teaching people to neuter their dogs, warning kids about drugs, you need to show them you’re cool. You need a face like this to get through to them. Not so much as “Danny Trejo” but the guy from Spy Kids, the guy from Heat, the guy from Desperado. People think, “Okay, I want to hear what this guy has to say.”