#bill skarsgard scenario

[kikitata2]

I am aware of the fact that a handful of my posts about the Nosferatu remake have centered around the portrayal of Count Orlok (which this post will be somewhat following up from this one here). But unlike that post, this one will be much more chaotic and frenzied.

But holy fucking shittttttttt! Ever since we’ve been getting HD gifs of the 2024 Nosferatu remake around Tumblr, I’ve always been reminded of some of the effects that Bill Skarsgård’s portrayal of Count Orlok has held on me ever since seeing the bloody movie.

Like I have never crashed out like this mentally over a fucking fictional character. He’s so fucking intimidating and dangerous and outright extremely red-flaggy as shit but also so fucking arousing and “hot” at the same time??? Like what the actual fuckkkkkkkkk???

And it makes me feel so confused and strange because the dude is literally THE LAST KIND OF PERSON that I should want to fold over, let alone even want to be near him if in the scenario that I ever actually fucking encountered the bitch.

But holy christ do I get so wildly feral and turned on by him at the same fucking timeeeeeeeeee

It’s his overwhelming presence, his deep booming voice, his height, the accent, the fucking mustache.

And don’t get me fucking started on HIS EYES.

LOOK AT HOW FUCKING INTENSE HIS EYES ARE!

LOOK AT THE AMOUNT OF VENOM AND DARKNESS HIS GAZE HOLDS!!!!!

HIS GAZE IS SO FUCKING SCARY AND UNCOMFORTABLE BC SOMETIMES THE WAY HE’S JUST STARING STRAIGHT AT THE CAMERA FUCKING GETS TO MY SPINE

BUT MY FUCKING GOD IS IT ALSO SO FUCKING- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ASKHASUASUSAIUSIAOSAOUSAIASOASAIUAYAJDODAJOAEAEHAKEAJOIAKEJKKHEAJKIAEJKAEHAEJELAAEJKAEJLAELEAJAJKKEAEA BILL SKARSGARD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[lokisprettygirl]

Step Out Of Line (Bill Skarsgard! Eric Draven x Female Reader) (Alternate Universe) (18+)

Chapter 1

Summary : Attending your mother's wedding was horrific as it was already and then you found yourself crushing on her new husband. Your stepfather.

Warning: 18+, smutyy scenes and dirty thoughts, mention of drug addiction, grooming (not the kind you must think in this scenario), mommy kink

Note: This fic has nothing to do with the crow, some of his backstory is similar but that's about it so don't read it if it's not your thing

At seventeen the last thing you wanted to do was attend your mother's second wedding, considering how much she had hurt your father, however you also had to live with her for at least another year so you didn't really have much of a choice here. So you did your make up and wore the dress your mother Dolly had picked for you.

“You look beautiful, not as beautiful as me of course” she said as she placed her hands on your shoulders while she tied up your hair because you looked prettier with your hair down and she didn't want that. Not today, she looked stunning in her wedding dress you couldn't deny it, she was just forty and she was a gorgeous woman, she often had men falling at her feet for one reason or another but you never thought you'd ever watch her get married again.

You knew nothing about this new would-be so called stepfather of yours, except the fact that she met him in rehab where she was working as a nurse.

It's been barely three months since they had been seeing each other/having sex and she wanted to marry this guy now. You were ready to hate this old man and his sorry ass with every inch of your life so imagine your surprise when you reached the venue and saw this shy, timid, innocent looking boy at the aisle who didn't seem that much older than you.

At first you thought you had made a mistake and got to the wrong venue but then you saw your mother's friends as the bridesmaids and it sunk in.

Your mother was a cougar.

Well there was a worse term for what this situation looked like but he seemed like an adult. At Least eighteen, she would be in jail if he wasn't.

Throughout the ceremony you kept your eyes on him, he was tall, supertall, raven hair, had the softest looking green eyes you had ever seen on a man before and full lips with the curviest cupid's bow. You could see the hint of tattoos riddled on the side of his neck, peeking from the collar of the cheap tux he had worn, the moment you realised you had been gawking you looked away, this was going to be your stepfather.

At the reception when your mother was done showing off her new boytoy to her friends she finally took the time to introduce him to you.

“Honey..this is my daughter..y/n..y/n meet Eric.. your step daddy” she introduced him, smiling through her teeth, she was a few drinks in and he wasn't old enough to drink even probably, not legally atleast.

“Hello y/n” he mumbled shyly as he looked everywhere but your eyes, a small smile on his face as he brought his hand forward so you placed your hand in his, the moment you touched him he finally looked you in the eye.

Everyone at the wedding, they were told that he was twenty one, you heard your mother telling everyone about their love story, about how they fell so deeply for each other, how she had tried to keep him at arm's length since he was so young, how he had pursued her so desperately that she had to give in.

You noticed the look on his face as she reminisced about the day she had met him first when he had gotten beaten up by other men at the centre and how she had tended to his wounds, and how he had kissed her out of nowhere, the look on his face made you believe that he was listening to that story for the first time as well. You learned that night that he had just turned eighteen a few months ago..he was barely an adult and your mother had married him.

Nothing about this situation screamed consensual to you.

Dolly was your mother, you knew her inside out, you knew what she was capable of.

“See you tomorrow” you told your friend Clara as you stepped out of the school's premises, much to your surprise your stepfather was waiting to pick you up. Shouldn't he be in college himself? Studying?

They had just returned from their honeymoon a few days ago.

“Hey” you said quietly as you sat down in the passenger seat. The car was new, and you sure as hell knew your mother's nursing salary didn't buy it. Especially now that she quit her job as soon as she married him.

“Hey. Your mother went out with her friends, i thought I'd pick you up” He said softly, trying to act like a father or something but the situation was ridiculous, he wasn't even two years older than you.

“Did you ask her?” You asked him so he turned his head to look at you while he drove, he looked good, you couldn't deny it, you had found him pretty looking the first time you saw him, more of the reasons why he annoyed you so much. He was polar opposite to your mother, she was cunning and manipulative and he seemed like a sweet innocent fool.

“No..i hope she won't be too madd” he said and you immediately felt bad for him. He spoke of his wife as if he was scared of her, as if she was his mother that would scold him for not taking her permission.

Well..Whatever, you thought to yourself. You couldn't wait to get out of this house next year.

That was the plan and it was a solid plan. You Just didn't know you'd get attached to him in those months the three of you lived together in the same house.

He annoyed you so much with his big doe eyes and sweet plump lips, always trying to look out for you like a little sister, always trying to make sure you were okay. So one night you just snapped and yelled at him -

“Look man..you can play house with mommy dearest as much as you want but i already have a father who loves me dearly, so quit trying to be one okay?” You said to him, your chest puffing with anger. It was a combination of pms, sinful attraction you felt towards him and your irritation towards his overtly gentle personality.

“Sorry, I wasn't trying to be your father. I just thought..we could be friends” he mumbled softly, eyes tearing up and you melted like a block of butter on a hot summer day. Friends. You realised he didn't have any, there was no one at the wedding from his side. Not one person.

“Sorry I yelled.. didn't mean to”

You apologised to him so he gave you a small smile. A look of confusion was there too as if he didn't expect anyone to apologize to him.

He opened up slowly to you as time passed, he was effortlessly charming and funny but he also seemed overly sheltered.

You learned about his rich father and his parents' broken marriage, his mother's addiction to drugs post the divorce and how she had gotten him addicted to it as well since he was barely a child. It started small, his mother would be high off her brains and she'd make him take a puff and that escalated to a sniff and then that turned into him injecting substances in his body he didn't even know the name of.

When his father died, he inherited every single penny his father had in his name and it was a lot.

The night he shared that with you, for the first time you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him as tightly as you could. That's when you noticed the differences in your sizes. He was huge as compared to you.

Everytime he picked you up from school your friends teased you about him, calling him daddy and what not, telling you how they'd kill to swap places with you.

Swap places? Did they really think you enjoyed being his stepdaughter?

That you enjoyed watching your mother smooch those soft lips at every opportunity? Did they think you enjoyed the fact that you could never touch him the way your mother did?

As if.

One night, your mother was stuck at her friend's house due to the storm and you were all alone with him in that house. She didn't leave him alone though, she kept calling him every ten minutes to make sure he was being a good boy..her words.

When her calls stopped he went to their room and when you got bored, you entered his room, didn't even knock, you found him desperately and hurriedly trying to hide the joint he was smoking peacefully before you interrupted.

“Hey.. what do you got there” you asked, with the grin of a cheshire cat gracing your features.

“It's herbal” he said to you, making you laugh out loud in response.

“You know I'm almost eighteen right? I'm not five”

“Look. Not a word of this to your mother okay?” He said to you firmly so you sat down on the couch next to him. His eyes raked over your bare thighs briefly before he looked away. This was so wrong. He had to keep reminding himself who he was to you.

“Give it to me” you reached for the joint so he lifted his arm away from you, those long limbs of his aided him, you were almost on top of him trying to snatch it away from him when both of you realised the position you were in. You looked him in the eye and that was the first time you had noticed the mutual attraction, the tension that you could only deem as sexual. You quickly got off his lap to get rid of the awkwardness and he cleared his throat as he stubbed out the joint.

“These are bad for you..don't ever touch them okay? You're too young to consume them” he warned you but your eyes rolled back. He was the one to talk.

“So are you”

You turned around and left as you said that.

One night you were supposed to sleep at Clara’s but as you reached her house you found out that she had a family emergency so you came back home. Big mistake, what you saw that night still haunted you and your wet dreams.

You didn't want to just stand there and watch but you couldn't look away either, your mother's bedroom, the door was ajar, the bed was right in your view, and so was your fully naked stepfather as he sat on his knees on the floor, your mom was standing at the edge of the bed you could tell, luckily you couldn't see her fully, however it wouldn't be the first time you would see your mom naked.

He had his head between her legs, your face flushed and heated up instantly at the raunchy sight, you had seen porn, but watching this? Yeah porn never made you drip so instantly.

You heard the sound of his moans as he ate her out while she praised him, telling him what a good boy he was for mommy.

What the fuck.

And then she gripped his head by holding onto his raven locks and slapped him right on the cheek, a loud, harsh slap that made him groan.

“Who's my good boy? Hmm?” She asked him as he whimpered slightly, feeling the sting from the slap.

“I am” he answered meakly.

“That's not the correct answer is it?” She slapped him again, even harder this time.

“I am ..mommy..I'm your good boy I'm sorry”

As soon as you heard his broken whimpering voice you tiptoed your way out of there. You had no idea what you had just seen, well now you did, but at the time you didn't really understand the dynamic, you were too young. Perhaps it was consensual, perhaps he wanted it too but the way he whimpered and knowing your mom you didn't think that was completely true.

After that night you hadn't looked him in the eye for days especially because of the red mark on his pale cheek. That image of him on his knees, his bare plump behind, his cries, they aroused you and made you feel bad for him simultaneously.

He never complained though, if your mother was mistreating him he kept it to himself, never shared or opened up about it even to you.

As your prom arrived you noticed the way he stared at Rob, your date for the prom, he even gave him a small talk, telling him to drop you off by eleven as if he was your father.

Rob however pulled the Rob and got too drunk at the prom so Eric came to pick you up instead.

“You stay away from boys like that when you're off to college in a few days” he said to you as he drove back to your mother's place, he was protective about you, you knew that, you just didn't know if he felt the way you did. If he did he hid it much better than you did.

“Will you miss me?” You asked him, his eyes widened at the question, you could tell he wasn't expecting it, he gulped as he thought over his words, trying to say something that won't be inappropriate considering your relationship with him but then he followed his heart for once.

“I'll miss you more than anything y/n..will you miss me?” he said softly, making you smile.

“More than anything”

That was the last moment you had spent with him, just the two of you. Your mother hardly ever let him be around you the moment you turned eighteen.

And then you were off to college for three years, once in a while he skyped you and you sent mails to each other, sharing about your lives, apparently your mom had gotten pregnant but she miscarried. And then he stopped talking to you, he quit you cold turkey, a lot happened to you after that. Things you had tried to forget. After college you worked in NYC for two years, but as your father got sick you moved back to Minnesota.

It's been five years since you had seen him last, during these five years your mother never asked you to visit, every time you offered to do so she made plans with Eric and took him somewhere for every holiday. Using his own money of course.

But when your father died you knew she'd have to come and see you, even if there was no love between your parents she still has to come for appearance purposes and to see what he might have left behind for her.

At the funeral you didn't see him, but he came to your father's house where you held the dinner service.

The moment he saw you, he approached you and without saying a word he just wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. That's when you broke down finally, he knew how much you loved your father and how much he loved you too, your mother didn't want him here but he came, he went against her wishes just to be here for you in this difficult time.

He had matured, those boyish features were still there though, but he seemed like a grown up, he had gotten muscular too and you noticed the addition of tattoos too. Your blood boiled as you saw your mother's name engraved on his index finger.

Now that your mother was getting older, she was starting to show it too, that only made the difference in their ages appear much more noticeable.

You watched as your mother dragged him away from the service and gave him an earful, he didn't say a word though, he just nodded and apologized to her.

That's when you interrupted.

“Hey mom” you mumbled, voice stricken with grief and tears.

“Hey baby..I'm so sorry..but it will pass I promise” she did her best attempt at consoling you as she hugged you. Your eyes met with Eric and he gave you a soft smile that made you feel better.

That's when you dropped a bomb on your mother and you didn't think she liked the sound of it but she had no choice but do whatever you needed because you were grieving. Eric's eyes softened too as he listened to your words. Did he want that too? Maybe he did miss you as much as you had missed him.

“I'm thinking i should come live with you and daddy for a while”

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[unlimitedlust]

Video Games - Dad!Bill Skarsgard x Reader

(The images above do not belong to me, all credits belong to their owner)

Author’s note:

Hello darlings, this story was requested by an Anon, I loved the idea of creating a dad!Bill scenario because he gives off such a big and loving dad vibes, so here you go.

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The request:

And for the Anon who requested it, I tried to keep your concept, I hope it lives up to your expectations!

Spoiler: this story will have a part 2 in the future, stay tuned!

Disclaimers: No disclaimers! Fluffy content only!

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

Bill Skarsgard is a real person, but nothing in this story is, it was all made up in my head.

I hope you enjoy this story, requests with Bill are always open so if you have any ideas I’m all ears!

Please feel free to leave a comment, like and/or reblog the story, I really appreciate it and your feedback is what gives me the fuel to keep writing ❤️❤️❤️

End of Author’s Note

The sun was high up in the sky when Y/N and her toddler, Leo, arrived in Malibu Beach. The breeze carried the scent of sea, salt and sunscreen, gulls cried overhead, their wings cutting across a sky so blue it looked like a canvas.

“Can I go run in the sand, mommy? Can I?” Leo asked, his voice bubbling with the kind of joy only a three-year-old could muster at eight in the morning.

Y/N smiled, crouching down to apply him some sunscreen. “Alright, but stay close to mommy, okay?”

The moment she finished, Leo was off, charging into the warm, golden sand like it was a new planet. He ran in wide circles, laughing, arms stretched like airplane wings. Y/N couldn’t stop watching him, this perfect little boy they’d made, who somehow carried both her gentleness and Bill’s spark in his tiny frame.

She slipped off her sandals and wandered after Leo, letting the cool tide wash over her toes and the breeze sweep through her hair. Bill should be somewhere nearby, since the location wasn’t far from where his personal assistant had secretly informed her he’d be during his takes that day.

Secretly because she hadn’t told Bill they’d be visiting him. There was something kind of magic about the idea of showing up unannounced, of giving him a small taste of home when he least expected it. Especially considering that Bill was away for almost a month for this new project.

“Mommy, look!” Leo was holding up a seashell like it was a treasure, beaming.

She laughed and walked over, scooping him into her arms. “You think daddy would like this?”

Leo nodded solemnly. “We can give it to him when we see him.”

Y/N kissed the top of his head and held his free hand, heart already swelling at the thought.

“Yes,” she said quietly and checked the time on her phone. According to his assistant, he should have a small break in a few minutes, long enough for them to reach the set location on foot. “Let’s go surprise daddy.”

They followed the curve of the shoreline, the set slowly coming into view. From a distance, Y/N could already see the crew gathered around large reflector panels and cables, the haze of cameras pointed toward a man walking barefoot through the shallows.

Leo spotted him first.

“Daddy!” he whispered, eyes wide with excitement.

Y/N’s heart stuttered. She gently tightened her hold on his hand.

“Wait, sweetheart,” she said softly, crouching beside him. “Daddy’s still working, remember? We have to be quiet until he’s done, okay? We’ll say hi as soon as he's done.”

Leo nodded like his mom had just given him the most important mission in the world, bouncing on his toes, barely able to contain the joy thrumming through him. His tiny fingers squeezed hers tighter while he clutched the small seashell in his other hand, his whole body tilting toward the set, trying to make her walk faster.

They took slow, quiet steps across the sand, staying just behind the edge of the crew’s camp. No one had noticed them yet.

Bill stood at the center of it all, barefoot in the tide, soaked to the knees. The camera was rolling. In his character, Bill moved with intention, a quiet intensity in his expression as he shot the scene, delivering what seemed to be a serious line to the actor beside him.

Y/N held her breath, watching him through the lens of something deeper than just pride. He was so in it, so transformed, and yet still entirely him. The man who left her flowers and notes in her coffee cup. The father who stayed up rocking Leo through sleepless nights when he was a baby. The love of her life.

She could feel Leo’s excitement rising beside her, his small body trembling in anticipation, but he stayed quiet, watching, waiting, hand glued to hers.

Then finally the director called: “Cut!”

The moment the word left his mouth, Leo couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Daddy!”

His voice rang out over the sand like a bell, bright and high and impossible to miss.

Bill turned instinctively, scanning the set until his eyes landed on them. For a second, he didn’t move.

Seeing Y/N standing there, under the golden morning light, hair fluttering in the breeze and the soft pink fabric of her sundress dancing around her legs, looked like something out of a dream, heartwarming and terrifyingly beautiful.

And storming off from her side came Leo, his shining green eyes radiant as he sprinted towards him.

Bill’s face cracked into the brightest and most stunned smile.

“Leo?” he breathed, already stepping forward to meet his boy.

The crew turned to look, whispers rippling through them. Everyone knew Bill was married, that was sort of public record, but no one here had ever seen his family. He kept that part of his life under lock and key. Quiet and untouched, away from the spotlights.

And yet here they were.

“Daddy!”

Bill met him halfway, scooping the boy into his arms and lifting him high into the sky before pulling him close, pressing kisses to his cheek and temple, only to then bury his face into the warm crook of Leo’s neck, taking in the familiar scent of baby shampoo that brought him so much peace.

“I missed you so much, buddy,” he said, voice rough with emotion.

Y/N approached slowly, a smile tugging at her lips, heart pounding hard in her chest. When Bill looked up and their eyes met, it was as if the whole world stopped.

Even after all those years together and all the memories made, in that moment it still felt like the first time, that same sudden rush, the flutter in her chest and butterflies in her stomach. Just one look and she knew she was his forever.

Bill reached out and pulled her in with his free arm, burying his face in her neck for one long, grounding moment, before giving her a soft kiss on her lips. “You’re really here.”

“Surprise,” she whispered.

Leo squished between them, giggling at being caught in the middle of something so big and soft and warm.

The director walked towards them, a curious expression on his face, but whatever reprimand of outsiders getting into the set he might’ve had, dissolved as soon as he saw the scene in front of him.

He gave a crooked smile and said, “Let’s take five.”

As Bill held Leo close, the little boy wriggled slightly, then pulled back just enough to reveal the small seashell still clutched tightly in his hand. His eyes were bright with pride as he held it out. “Daddy,” he said, serious and beaming all at once, “I brought you a present.”

Bill blinked and looked down at the tiny treasure resting in his son’s palm, tiny and white with faint pink spirals. “You found this for me?” he asked, as if it were a priceless gem.

Leo nodded proudly. “It’s special. I found it with mommy.”

Bill took it with reverence, turning it between his fingers. “It’s perfect, I love it. Thank you, buddy.”

Y/N smiled, heart full as she watched them. The little things always got her, the way Bill crouched lower so Leo could stand on his own, the tenderness in his hands, the way he looked at their son like he still couldn’t believe they’d made something so incredible together.

They wandered a bit down the beach until they found a quieter spot, away from the cameras and crew. Bill laid a towel on the sand for Y/N, then sat beside her, tugging her gently into his side as Leo ran in chaotic zigzags in front of them, chasing seagulls and splashing at the edge of the water.

For a long, quiet moment, they just sat there, Y/N resting her head on Bill’s shoulder, his arm around her, the shell still clutched in his hand.

“You have no idea how much I needed this,” Bill said softly, pressing a kiss to her hair.

She smiled against his shoulder. “You’ve been working so hard. We just wanted to remind you what’s waiting for you when you come home.”

His fingers found hers, lacing them together. “You’re my whole world, you know that?”

“We know,” she whispered.

Leo shrieked with laughter as a wave chased him back toward them, his small footprints scattered across the wet sand.

Bill watched him with that stunned kind of wonder he always had when he looked at their son, like every time was the first time and everything was a new discovery.

Then, he turned to Y/N and pulled her in for another kiss, this one slower and deeper. His tongue dancing against hers in their own rhythm, like a song only they knew.

And in that very moment, with the sun warming their skin, the sound of the ocean in their ears, and their son’s laughter ringing through the air, there was no script, no spotlight, no audience.

Just the three of them. And it was everything.

[unpopularly-opinionated]

Random update on my journey to become a pretentious film buff:

I've been trying to push for a movie a day, at least. Sometimes two if I'm lucky. Sometimes none if I'm lazy. But after my last post where I watched the entire Alien Franchise (sans AvP and Romulus), here's what I've been watching:

Psycho: Yes, I finally watched the original Psycho. To be honest, I've always had a problem watching older movies, so I was surprised at how easy it actually was to watch this one. It was pretty good, though perhaps for the wrong reason. I was honestly laughing through most of it over just how bad these people were at committing crimes and getting away with them. Like that girl was acting so incredibly sus in front of that cop for no good reason. Anyways, 4/5 stars I guess (I'm using Letterboxd to keep track of this).

X & Pearl: In case you don't know, those are two separate movies but they're related via the main character. I watched X first, and Pearl second. Not sure what the intended order of it actually was though, but whatever. It wasn't too bad in that order. Both I thought were pretty good, though I kind of preferred X to Pearl because I thought the "antagonist" motivations in X were...let's just say unique. I can't recall a time where I've seen that particular motivation used. I gave X a 3/5.

Pearl was still pretty good, I just liked X better. Unless you're an idiot like me, the connection between these two movies is pretty obvious, but it tripped me up at first so I didn't wind up understanding it until the very end. Anyways, this movie's good. 3/5 stars (these are arbitrary lol).

Boy Kills World: The one and only non-Horror movie I watched recently. I'm not exactly trying to focus on horror, it's just sort of accidental at this point. I'm in a horror mood so I'm just bingeing horror movies I haven't seen. I swear I watch other stuff too lol.

Anyways, this movie was about as good as one could probably expect it to be. It's just a cheesy, dumb action flick. The plot is middling, but it works. The plot twist is alright. I didn't see it coming exactly, but I also wasn't like "omg no way, what!?", it was just a thing that happened, ya know? Overall, I think my only criticism is that it felt like it was missing a second act. Bill Skarsgard is insanely nice to look at throughout the entire movie though so that's a plus. 3 1/2 stars.

Brightburn: I'm gonna be honest, I didn't care for this movie. It tries to go with the whole "bad guys win" ending that, to me, just fell flat because I don't really give a shit about the bad guy. I'm not sure if I'm meant to feel for him inherently because he's a child, but he's a pretty boring as fuck child so I wound up not caring when he inevitably won. 2/5 stars.

Smile: This movie was OK, but it really felt like that scenario when someone asks to copy your homework and you tell them to just change a few of the details. The one who's homework they're copying of course is It Follows. They have very similar premises, only instead of the monster passing through sex like a shitty STD, this monster passes through trauma like a shitty ex. Personally, I think It Follows did it better. 3/5 stars.

The First Omen: The last on this update, I just finished this right before writing this and it was alright? So, perhaps controversially, I've yet to see The Omen (watching it literally as I type this) so this movie didn't do much for me. I understand it's setting up The Omen though, so that's where the supposed payoff is, but I personally think movies should be able to stand up by themselves, even if they're connected to a franchise, and I'm not sure this one does.

This movie left me confused. It focuses hard on this young girl, leading you to believe she's vitally important and you reasonably assume she's the key figure or "MacGuffin" in this movie, only for us to find out that she's not, and it's actually the main character who's the important one. But then I'm left wondering why I spent the last hour and a half of this two hour movie focused on a red herring.

Not to mention, there's a lingering question I had by the end when everything is burning down which is... if y'all have the actual fucking Devil chained up in your basement as your demonic sperm donor, why the fuck do you need the antichrist so bad?

I'm also just kind of curious about their overall motivations here. Like, we're told that they belong to a different sect of the church who believes that they need to make bad things happen so that more people are drawn to the faith, which at face-value I'm like okay cool, reasonable motivation I guess. But then what is the plan with the antichrist then? They have him get raised by some well-off politician (to set up the Omen) but then what? Presumably you intend to kill him at some point? Is the idea to let him get powerful enough to show everyone he's the legit antichrist, but not so powerful that he doesn't wind up destroying the world like he's meant to? It's just confusing is all, I don't know. Hopefully the Omen explains it. Or the Omen II. Or III. Or IV lol. Anyways, 3/5.

[etcemais]

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Riley Keough (Daisy Jones & The Six) Brie Larson (Uma Questão de Química) Elizabeth Olsen (Amor & Morte) Juno Temple (Fargo) Rachel Weisz (Gêmeas - Mórbida Semelhança) Ali Wong (Treta)

MELHOR SÉRIE DE COMÉDIA OU MUSICAL

Abbott Elementary Barry O Urso Jury Duty Only Murders in the Building Ted Lasso

MELHOR ATOR EM SÉRIE DE COMÉDIA OU MUSICAL

Bill Hader (Barry) Steve Martin (Only Murders in the Building) Jason Segel (Shrinking) Martin Short (Only Murders in the Building) Jason Sudeikis (Ted Lasso) Jeremy Allen White (O Urso)

MELHOR ATRIZ EM SÉRIE DE COMÉDIA OU MUSICAL

Rachel Brosnahan (Maravilhosa Sra. Maisel) Quinta Brunson (Abbott Elementary) Ayo Edebiri (O Urso) Selena Gomez (Only Murders in the Building) Natasha Lyonne (Poker Face)

MELHOR SÉRIE DE DRAMA

1923 The Crown A Diplomata The Last of Us The Morning Show Succession

MELHOR ATOR EM SÉRIE DE DRAMA

Brian Cox (Succession) Kieran Culkin (Succession) Gary Oldman (Slow Horses) Pedro Pascal (The Last of Us) Jeremy Strong (Succession) Dominic West (The Crown)

MELHOR ATRIZ EM SÉRIE DE DRAMA

Helen Mirren (1923) Bella Ramsey (The Last of Us) Keri Russell (A Diplomata) Sarah Snook (Succession) Imelda Staunton (The Crown) Emma Stone (The Curse)

MELHOR ATOR COADJUVANTE EM SÉRIE DE COMÉDIA, MUSICAL OU DRAMA

Billy Crudup (The Morning Show) Matthew Macfadyen (Succession) James Marsden (Jury Duty) Ebon Moss-Bachrach (O Urso) Alan Ruck (Succession) Alexander Skarsgard (Succession)

MELHOR ATRIZ COADJUVANTE EM SÉRIE DE COMÉDIA, MUSICAL OU DRAMA

Elizabeth Debicki (The Crown) Abby Elliott (O Urso) Christina Ricci (Yellowjackets) J. Smith-Cameron (Succession) Meryl Streep (Only Murders in the Building) Hannah Waddingham (Ted Lasso)

MELHOR ANIMAÇÃO EM LONGA-METRAGEM

The Boy and The Heron Elementos Homem-Aranha Através do Aranhaverso Super Mario Bros Suzume Wish

MELHOR FILME EM LÍNGUA NÃO-INGLESA

Anatomia de uma Queda (França) Folhas de Outono (Finlândia) Io Capitano (Itália) Vidas Passadas (Estados Unidos) Society of the Snow (Espanha) Zona de Interesse (Reino Unido/Estados Unidos)

MELHOR FILME DE DRAMA

Anatomia de Uma Queda Assassinos da Lua das Flores Maestro Oppenheimer Vidas Passadas Zona de Interesse

MELHOR ATOR EM FILME DE DRAMA

Bradley Cooper (Maestro) Leonardo diCaprio (Assassinos da Lua das Flores) Colman Domingo (Rustin) Barry Keoghan (Saltburn) Cillian Murphy (Oppenheimer) Andrew Scott (Todos Nós Desconhecidos)

MELHOR ATRIZ EM FILME DE DRAMA

Annette Bening (NYAD) Lily Gladstone (Assassinos da Lua das Flores) Sandra Hüller (Anatomia de uma Queda) Greta Lee (Vidas Passadas) Carey Mulligan (Maestro) Cailee Spaeny (Priscilla)

MELHOR FILME DE COMÉDIA OU MUSICAL

Air American Fiction Barbie The Holdovers Segredos de um Escândalo Pobres Criaturas

MELHOR ATOR EM FILME DE COMÉDIA OU MUSICAL

Nicolas Cage (Dream Scenario) Timothée Chalamet (Wonka) Matt Damon (Air) Paul Giamatti (The Holdovers) Joaquin Phoenix (Beau Tem Medo) Jeffrey Wright (American Fiction)

MELHOR ATRIZ EM FILME DE COMÉDIA OU MUSICAL

Fantasia Barrino (A Cor Púrpura) Jennifer Lawrence (Que Horas Eu Te Pego?) Natalie Portman (Segredos de um Escândalo) Alma Pöysti (Folhas de Outono) Margot Robbie (Barbie) Emma Stone (Pobres Criaturas)

MELHOR ATOR COADJUVANTE EM FILME

Willem Dafoe (Pobres Criaturas) Robert de Niro (Assassinos da Lua das Flores) Robert Downey Jr (Oppenheimer) Ryan Gosling (Barbie) Charles Melton (Segredos de um Escândalo) Mark Ruffalo (Pobres Criaturas)

MELHOR ATRIZ COADJUVANTE EM FILME

Emily Blunt (Oppenheimer) Danielle Brooks (A Cor Púrpura) Jodie Foster (NYAD) Julianne Moore (Segredos de um Escândalo) Rosamund Pike (Saltburn) Da'vine Joy Randolph (The Holdovers)

MELHOR DIREÇÃO (FILME)

Bradley Cooper (Maestro) Greta Gerwig (Barbie) Yorgos Lanthimos (Pobres Criaturas) Christopher Nolan (Oppenheimer) Martin Scorsese (Assassinos da Lua das Flores) Celine Song (Vidas Passadas)

MELHOR ROTEIRO (FILME)

Greta Gerwig & Noah Baumbach (Barbie) Tony McNamara (Pobres Criaturas) Christopher Nolan (Oppenheimer) Eric Roth & Martin Scorsese (Assassinos da Lua das Flores) Celine Song (Vidas Passadas) Justine Triet & Arthur Harari (Anatomia de uma Queda)

MELHOR TRILHA SONORA ORIGINAL (FILME)

Jerskin Fendrix (Pobres Criaturas) Ludwig Göransson (Oppenheimer) Joe Hisaishi (The Boy and The Heron) Mica Levi (Zona de Interesse) Daniel Pemberton (Homem-Aranha Através do Aranhaverso) Robbie Robertson (Assassinos da Lua das Flores)

MELHOR CANÇÃO ORIGINAL (FILME)

"Addicted to Romance, Bruce Springsteen (She Came to Me) "Dance the Night", Mark Ronson, Andrew Wyatt, Dua Lipa, Caroline Ailin (Barbie) "I'm Just Ken", Mark Ronson, Andrew Wyatt (Barbie) "Peaches", Jack Black, Aaron Horvath, Michael Jelenic, Eric Osmond, John Spiker (Super Mario Bros) "Road to Freedom", Lenny Kravitz (Rustin) "What Was I Made For", Billie Eilish O'Connell, Finneas O'Connell (Barbie)

CONQUISTA CINEMATOGRÁFICA E DE BILHETERIA

Barbie Guardiões da Galáxia Vol. 3 John Wick 4 Missão: Impossível - Acerto de Contas Parte 1 Oppenheimer Homem-Aranha Através do Aranhaverso Super Mario Bros Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour

MELHOR PERFORMANCE DE COMÉDIA STAND-UP

Ricky Gervais: Armageddon Trevor Noah: Where Was I Chris Rock: Selective Outrage Amy Schumer: Emergency Contact Sarah Silverman: Someone You Love Wanda Sykes: I'm an Entertainer

[zolganif]

Okay.

So, they weren't on my list of movies I want to watch sometime soon, but it looks I'm going to anyway. Possibly sometime this week. The It films.

Why you ask? Especially if I'm not really interested in watching them all that much? I have seen the old It series, have enjoyed it, but it is not my favorite Stephen King film. Carrie actually would be. But yes, a small part of me is interested in seeing the new ones, but I wasn't planning anytime in the future.

But have since changed my mind.

Recently, I have seen news about a new remake of a beloved film I own, which is the Crow, with the great Brandon in it. Bill Skarsgard, the new Pennywise actor is going to be Eric Draven.

Now, I have no idea how to feel about that.

Ever since there has been about a remake of the Crow, I have dreading. I don't mind remakes, but it feels as if nothing new or original/different is being made, and most remakes suck. I have personally enjoyed a few, I'll admit I'm one of those horror fans who enjoyed the remake of Martyrs. It was good in its own way. And left me feeling intense emotions as much as the original.

But I am really worried about the remake for the Crow. And shit, what if this is more remembered by future generations and the beloved classic is forgotten about? Probably won't happen, considering how well loved and known the original is, is infamous because of the death of Brandon Lee.

So, the first actor they considered for the remake was Jason Mamoa. And honestly, I feel as if he doesn't exactly fit the role. I'm sorry, he is a good actor, but I just it would've been a mistake to cast as Eric. And plus the man is very muscular, and I picture the crow character as someone who does have some muscle to him, but is more skinny. I don't know, I just want them to get right, and the new one also won't have the great music in it, that the first one did. The new one will probably have a bunch new stuff I don't know or maybe some I'll know. Maybe there'll be a few old in it, maybe there'll be a remake of It Can't Rain All the Time by Jane Siberry.

But yeah, now I have to go check out the new It series asap. Just to see how this guy is. I looked at his other stuff besides It, and have not seen any of it. Some recommendations of other stuff he is in would be helpful. I also want to see how he is without all that makeup. I want to if he is as good as what people say about. Heard he was very good as Pennywise.

I have no opinion on him. I don't know how to feel about him as Eric Draven. Do I think he can pull it off? I can't say for sure because I haven't seen any of his stuff. And unless if I watch any of his films, I won't know until I see actual footage of him as the Crow.

There is one actor who I think may have been perfect for a remake if he were still, would be Heath Ledger. And he played a lot of good roles, many of them I have enjoyed, his version of the Joker being my favorite. The new Joker is amazing, but Heath's will always be number 1 for me. Second would be the original Joker and the new one 3rd.

But if he were still alive, or consider perhaps maybe in different timeline, dimension, he could've been casted as the Crow, Brandon Lee could possibly still be alive. There's so many different scenarios. But I feel the film would still as perfect as it is today if Heath was in it instead.

[cillianhead]

Warnings: I'd like to clarify this is just me rambling on about marvel for ages just for something to think about so i'll put a little 'keep reading' section SJDKJDAKJ

(Tony Stark / Iron Man, Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow, Clint Barton / Hawkeye, Sebastian Stan, Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier, Steve Rogers / Captain America / Sam Wilson, Chris Evans, Eternals, My opinions on pretty much everything Marvel related.... ok byeeeeee....)

Also I'm sure there is gonna be a heavy long rant in there about THE Wanda Maximoff / SCARLET WITCH............. because she's the best and I'm in love with her.... you could say.... I've got my vision on her if you know what I mean.... okay enjoy (if you wish)

I know... so much wasted potential!!! like I ALWAYS LOVE the characters they play but maybe only because of my interest in superhero stuff... ESPECIALLY Marvel (not really DC that much but I do love Batman.... and a certain Batman villain (also the (1) Wonder Woman was good...)) Anyway.... erm.... wasted potential!! Sooooo sooooo much it's painful, I think the way they killed off Tony was good but I think Natasha deserved... a much-deserved mourning and a scene dedicated to that... she sacrificed her literal life in the hopes that this would guarantee... literal whole world and everything in it...

Yet she died knowing that even if she dies they still might not yet win and that's the gamble she's going to have to take because HAWKEYE can't do it since he has a "wife and kids" sort of scenario. Anyway...

They gave her some crappy screen and the only real shown display of weakness and sadness that was shown from them was Bruce Banner/Hulk's crush of a can and that was in despite of Clint dropping to his knees in shock as the realization that THE NATASHA ROMANOFF wasn't there. And they gave her some shitty little thing where they go "sHe DiDn'T HavE A. fAmiLy" ((BULLSHIT)).

Anyway

I thought Eternals was good... like it doesn't deserve all the hate?? I thought it was good and enjoyable and seemed interesting enough (also bonus little Harry Styles in there who I looooooooovvvveeee with every fibre of my being) And also I thought the acting was pretty good and I really like Gemma Chan she's wonderful and charming and a good main character girlboss moment!!! Anyway lol....

And I sorta loved the thing she had going on with Ikarus (idk how they spelled it in the movie I just remember laughing at his name and how it's spelled) Like he was kinda weird and creepy yet really sexy (I think he looks like an English version of Sebastian Stan). And she's this lovely and open... like someone you would run to when you cry or someone helps you out sometimes. She was sweet like a cherry and he was the wolf to eat her. I know that sounds dumb but they're both attractive people. And ALSO OMG BARRY KEOGHAN IS IN THAT MOVIE AND I LOVE HIM.... He's Irish and he's done stuff with Cillian too (+Harry Styles). Anyway the movie was good... I won't give away all the spoilers lol but the romance and I thought the monsters and stuff was cool (FUCKING BILL SKARSGARD WAS IN IT BUT HE PLAYED A MONSTER SO YOU DIDN'T EVEN ACTUALLY SEE HIM BECAUSE HE'S JUST CGI ughhhh).

Onto the next sorta films after Endgame, it all became sorta mush... like the cereal had turned soggy from the milk that is Creativity. And maybe the characters are bland... I've never looked at them that way because you can project onto them and imagine what they would do and say in certain scenarios and stuff like that. Black Widow the movie.... was actually pretty good, it introduced Florence Pugh into the MCU (Ha... it rhymes...) as Yelena <3 I love her and she's putting on some sort of Russian accent.

I'm so sorry to whoever actually reads this you poor soul...

Anyway, I love the characters... like all the new stuff... like I love the characters, what can I say? But the actual movie itself with all the poor CGI and cheaply written jokes and sort of lazy action sequences (and blah blah blah)... it all becomes one huge JOKE within itself. It's bad. But I'm talking about projects like Thor: Love and Thunder which I saw four times in cinema just out of disbelief at how bad it is that it was nearly good. I tried to convince myself I liked it but eventually all the stupidity got in my head.

Let's just talk about what I'm thinking about and that is:

Wandavision, Loki, and Falcon and The Winter Soldier...

Those were fucking amazing. And maybe I am biased because I have a deep fondness for them because I was only like fourteen or something when it came out?? They were just so.... perfect and they still are to me because I love them so much.

Wandavision is by far my favorite. I just love everything about it. It's quirky and I fucking love Elizabeth Olsen because I think she's just beautiful and amazing and so talented. Wanda Maximoff is a deeply emotional character for me and I sort of feel like I am her but also in the way that I just want to be with her and around her and feel the power of her love. And I love Vision... he's so fucking great and I love them so much it hurts. This is gonna be one long-ass blog... I am so sorry no one is reading all this lol.

I loved the way Wandavision used different sitcoms for each episode, I just thought that was brilliant. I remember showing it to my dad (who really hates the MCU but has enjoyed some but he hates the CGI) and he really loved it up until the last episode or two. He hated all the bits where she was up in the sky being the Scarlet Witch. But he still said he liked it. Anyway... Wandavision is one of my favorite things of all time (even outside of just my love of Marvel and all that). Also, my actual name is Scarlet so the name Scarlet Witch is really fucking cool. (Flower is just a nickname). I love her, her powers are so cool and incredible... the fact she can even do that is amazing. Anyway... I LOVE THE SCARLET WITCH I JUST LOVE HER. (I'm not gonna discuss Multiverse of Madness in this post...)

There was Falcon and The Winter Soldier next.

The middle child of Wandavision and Loki that didn't quite... move the people as much I guess.

Falcon and The Winter Soldier was soooooo good. I loved it. I couldn't name any major things I would want to change but there were little things I guess lol. I loved it though. And I love Bucky and I love the way it showed his grief and the way he deals with it all. And I really liked the way they dealt with Police Brutality and racism and stuff. Sam Wilson really changed as a character to me then, I had always liked him but this made me really like him as a character and understand him more. He was then no longer "Falcon" in the title but CAPTAIN AMERICA. No, it wasn't some big tall blonde blue-eyed soldier from the 40s anymore. It was Sam Wilson, a black man whom the people he had to deal with... weren't quite ready for. But that doesn't deny him of the hefty title CAPTAIN AMERICA. Meanwhile, this John Walker fella is saying he's Captain America and he's some Kurt Russell lookalike (the actor is literally Kurt Russell's kid) and he's got the blonde hair and freaky blue eyes and he's saying he's Captain America because THE GOVERNMENT SAYS SO. (Because that's totally what the actual Steve Rogers or Sam Wilson would feel....) (Sarcasm). I loved how we saw a more flirt side of Bucky... yes there were all the true and dark sides of him but we saw him open up a bit more, he smiled and talked to the ladies a bit and was a bit cute and snarky instead of usually mellow. I just love the characters.

Loki was also really good... I just love it. I love Loki. I love that Tom Hiddleston is so passionate about playing Loki... like he truly tries to perfect it. He's like canonically bisexual basically?? Which is cool!! But I hated what they did with Sylvie... I just found it unnecessary. I thought they could've had like a cool person moment and been like fun siblings sort of thing SINCE THEY'RE LITERALLY THE SAME FUCKING PERSON JUST FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE OR WHATEVER. UGHHH But then they made them have weird tension and then made them kiss and Loki cries and all that. Whatever. Omg... I still haven't watched Season Two yet which I need to do immediately!!

There's a lot I haven't gotten the chance to watch/haven't even bothered to watch at all like She-Hulk, MoonKnight, Ms. Marvel... Secret Invasion... or even the new Captain Marvel that has just come out. I have a bit of Marvel Fatigue, to be honest, I just think they need to slow down a bit. They need to let the suspense hold a little longer... I think they've all just become too money-hungry to care what they're putting out.

Anyway that's all from me!

let’s talk about how badly marvel went downhill after half of phase four… lol… let’s talk about it..

[bands-and-fanfictions]

Opinion Wanted

PAIRING: Bill Skarsgård x Reader 

WORD COUNT: 1,092

WARNINGS: Like one cuss word. 

NOTE: The dialogue from ‘IT’ that I use in this Imagine is from the original 1990 movie not the 2017 movie. 

“Y/N!” Bill calls out as he walks out to our deck where I am currently at. “I need your opinion on something.”

Bill sits down on the sun chair next to mine, hunching over looking at me with almost desperate eyes. I rest the book I’m currently reading, Joyland, down while sitting up in the chair. I turn my body to look over at my boyfriend for the past couple of years.

“What is it my love?” I question, scooting to the edge of my seat causing our knees to touch, mainly because he’s so much taller compared to me.

“I need your opinion on my voice,” Bill states to me. I look at him for a moment slightly confused about what he’s talking about. “My Pennywise voice.”

“Oh okay, yeah of course I’ll give you my opinion,” I tell him with a smile. Bill has been casted as Pennywise in the IT remake and he’s taking it so seriously, not wanting the movie to fail. But I know that he’ll be brilliant no matter how he approaches the iconic character.

‘Hello Y/N, I’m Pennywise the Dancing Clown,’ Bill says in a voice that it a different pitch than his own.

“Is it okay? Is it scary sounding?” He questions with a worried edge to his voice. 


“I think it sounds great, but I’m probably the wrong person to ask about whether or not it’s scary.”

“Shit, yeah you’re right. I sometimes forget that you aren’t effected by horror movies,” he tells me with a chuckle.

“It’s a gift,” I reply with a giggle.

Okay, I wouldn’t call it a gift. But I know that not very many people go completely unaffected by horror movies. I couldn’t honestly tell you why they don’t scare me, maybe it has to do with the fact that I was reading horror books since the 7th grade and even then the iconic horror books left me unharmed.

“But,” I begin to say to him, “it does sound scary, even though it doesn’t scare me.”

Bill moves from he’s seat to sitting right next to me. He takes my hand in his, moving his thumb across my knuckles. I look at him with admiration as well as confusion. Bill has always had a kind and loving soul, even though some believe that he does. Of course they don’t know him like I know him.

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best think that’s ever happened to me?” Bill asks, his eyes looking at my hand as a light pink tint comes to his cheeks.

“I think you have once or twice, but I hope you know that you know that I feel the same. That you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I tell him with a smile, looking at him.

“I love you,” Bill states, his eyes moving from my hand to my own eyes.

“I love you too,” I state with a smile, as I lean forward pressing my lips onto his. “Do you want me to help you run through your lines?”

“I’d like that,” he says with a slight chuckle.

Bill hands me the script that was sitting on the seat across from us, handing it to me. I had skimmed through the script with him once, even though I technically wasn’t supposed to since the script is technically confidential.

I turn to the first page where Bill has some lines, four pages in. I look at Bill with a smile, waiting for him to get in the right headspace. He takes a deep breathe before nodding to me.

The first scene is when Pennywise and Georgie ‘meet’ on a rainy day. I remember how it was in the original movie but I am so curious about how they’re going to do it for the new one.  

‘Hi, Georgie! Aren’tcha gonna say hello?’ Bill recites with the voice he used earlier.

‘I'm not supposed to take stuff from strangers; My dad said so.’

‘Very wise of ya dad, Georgie - very wise indeed. I, Georgie, am Pennywise the Dancing Clown - and you are Georgie.’

We continue going through the script, I keep getting distracted slightly by Bill. Seeing how much passion he’s putting into this.

“Bill, that was great!” I praise.

“You think so?” Bill questions.

“Seriously that was great. I gotta tell you the more I listen to the voice the more is gives me the chills,” I tell him honestly. 


“I guess if it gives you the chills then it’ll probably scare some people.”

“Oh defiantly,” I say with a giggle.

I had the script back to Bill who just sets it to the side of him.

Bill looks at me with a smile scooting closer to me. He wraps his arms around my waist, quickly moving me so that I am straddling him causing mw to gasp from surprise. I wrap my arms around his neck, looking at him with a smile plastered on my face.

“Thank you,” Bill whispers to me.

“For what?” I question.

“For giving me your honest opinion and helping me,” he tells me. He quickly pecks my lips before looking back at me. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 
 I lean in pressing my lips onto his into a real kiss. Bill smiles into the kiss pulling me closer to him, even though we were already pretty close. Bill’s arms tighten around my waist as he deepens the kiss. It’s full of passion and love, but most kisses between us are. 
 “I love you,” I state to him, as I part from his lips trying to catching my breath.

“I love you too,” he replies with a smile. “Do you want to come on set?”

“Of the movie?” I ask confirming if that’s what he’s talking about.

“Yeah, I’d love for you to be there and I think I’ll do better if you’re there supporting me,” Bill says shyly.

“I’d love to come,” I tell him with a bright smile, pecking his lips once the words leave my lips.

“Want to go our for dinner?”

“I’d like that.” I move off of Bill, standing in front of him as he stands up from the seat.

Bill takes his hand in mine, leading me into the house. I’m glad that I get to help Bill even though Pennywise doesn’t scare me. I’m happy to be there for him, supporting him. I know that he’ll be great and that the movie will be a success.

[theclowninthesewer]

You open the door and see Pennywise outside. What do you do?

[theartofimagining13]

So about that kidnapping thing (don't get me wrong I love your choice I just want to share mine with you 🤗🙏) If I have to be kidnapped by a group of hot men I would chose: Keanu Reeves, Mads Mikkelsen, Bill Skarsgard, Alexander Skarsgård, Derek Theler and Tom Hiddleston. ❤️😍🥰

OH SHIT! KEANU IN THIS SCENARIO IS SO COOL ahahah

I feel like Mads would be like this when you try to escape

Bill and Alexander would definitely plot to steal you from the rest ahah!

Thanks for sharing and for the question, love. It was fun. <3

~A.Wölf.

[colorful-white-ideas]

Dear socia...

In your last interview you talk about how excited you are about your opportunity to work abroad. And i believe you because fame and acknowledgment is what you crave... but be careful of what you wish for, Alida.

The British and American media are not as friendly as the Swedes, the culture of cancellation is very strong on this side of the world ... the atention that you seek so much could end up biting your hands.

What are you gonna say when all these partying posting and how your house seems like a bar, appear on TMZ or The Sun? that you been hacked again ? that your daughter is always with you or your sister but magically she dont see the alcohol around you ,neither the people coming in and out of the house ? YOU THINK THAT ANYONE BELIEVES THAT ? or any of your excuses (lies) ?

The image of a working and caring mother that you tried to sell us in that interview doesn't match with what we see from you every time you or your friends use Instagram.

i hope you dont get famous abroad, because if you do omg i can even visualize all the headlines :"EXCLUSIVE old pictures that show Alida Morberg ,Bill skarsgard`s baby's mother, drinking during pregnancy" , " Bill skarsgard`s girlfriend caught drinking while nursing" , "WHERE IS THE BABY? Alida morberg caught partying continuously while Bill is working" ...

And that scenario wont help you and definetly WONT help Bill in his career. Alot of people has lost opportunities for much less... Be careful woman, if you really love your daughter, if you really want to become a serious actress, dont post your nocturn life. Tell your friends stop tagging you, tell them to stop showing your house as a nightclub or a bar. A child lives there. Think ahead god dammit, have some ambition.

Nothing dissapears from the internet. Hopefully you dont get to learn that in a bad way.

Estas servida, Alida. Guerra avisada, no mata soldado.

[unlimitedlust]

Can you do Dad!Bill Skarsgard scenario?

Yes ofc!! Can you tell me what you have in mind?

[skarsgard-daydreams]

The easiest explanation is that it’s a lot like what happened in The Producers, but I’ll do my best to explain in Skarsgard.

Rich people pay hedge fund managers to invest their money in the stock market and make a profit for them. There is a hedge fund called Melvin Capital that decided they would try to make a profit by placing a very risky bet that GameStop’s stock price would go down. This risky bet is called a short. Here’s how it works using the Skarsgards as an example:

Let’s say Bill owns a comic book and it’s worth $20.

Alex thinks that the value of the comic book is going to go down and he wants to profit off of this. He borrows the comic book from Bill and resells it to Gustaf for $20. Because he has borrowed the comic book from Bill, he knows he will have to buy it back from Gustaf at some point so he can return it to Bill. What happens next will determine if he makes a profit.

Scenario 1:

Alex is correct. The value of the comic book drops until it is only worth $1. He made $20 when he sold the comic book to Gustaf. He can now buy it back from Gustaf for $1, which means he made a profit of $19. Then he can return the comic book to Bill.

Scenario 2:

Alex is wrong. The value of the comic book rises by 200%, to $40. He made $20 when he sold the comic book to Gustaf. He now has to buy it back from Gustaf for $40, which means he lost $20. Then he can return the comic book to Bill.

Scenario 3: 

Alex is spectacularly wrong. The value of the comic book rises by 500%, to $100. He made $20 when he sold the comic book to Gustaf. He now has to buy it back from Gustaf for $100, which means he lost $80. Then he can return the comic book to Bill.

The third scenario is the reason why shorting stocks is an incredibly risky bet. These are the kinds of bets that brought down the economy in 2008. The people who placed those bets got out of that without consequences, and have continued these practices even though they’re risky. Which brings us to Valter.

Scenario 4: 

Valter learns about Alex’s bet and is pissed off that he’s taking such a risky gamble that could bring down the comic book industry once again. He’s young and internet-savvy and just crazy enough to spend money to take Alex down a notch. So, he starts buying up copies of the comic book left and right, driving the price up higher and higher. He tells the internet that he’s doing this, and the nerds unite behind him. Collectively, they buy so many copies of the comic book that the value of one copy rises 1700%, to $325.

The fourth scenario is more or less how this all started. At the beginning of 2021, a share of GameStop stock was worth less than $20. But Melvin Capital did not shore a single share of stock. They shorted all of it. People on Reddit began to buy up shares of the stock, driving the value up to $325 as of Friday night. So far, Melvin Capital has lost 4.5 billion dollars ($4,500,000,000). Rather than pull out of their extremely risky bet and cut their losses, they have stayed in the game and used a variety of tactics to try to manipulate the Redditors into selling their shares and driving the price back down. So let’s continue the scenario.

Scenario 4 continued: 

Alex doesn’t like what Valter is doing. So he uses his influence to contact everyone who is selling Valter comic books and get them to block Valter from purchasing any more. The next time Valter goes to buy a comic book, he is told that he’s no longer allowed to for his own good. He knows this is bullshit. He tells the internet what happened, and the nerds are collectively furious. Valter and the nerds declare that they will keep buying comic books from other people and that the comic books they own will have to be pried from their cold, dead hands. Their vendetta has become incredibly personal, and they want Alex to fucking pay.

That is essentially where things stand as of Friday night. On Thursday and Friday, popular stock apps used by average people started to prevent their users from buying GameStop and up to 50 other stocks. A lot of these apps insulted the intelligence of the people who were trying to buy these stocks by claiming that they were protecting the user. But their actions benefitted Melvin Capital because the price would have increased even more if people were allowed to buy GameStop shares freely. Now the Redditors are even more outraged by this manipulation, and many of them, determined to teach Wall Street a lesson, intend to hold onto their shares of GameStop and keep the price high until Melvin Capital dies or they do.

Now, Melvin Capital can’t hold out forever. Eventually, Melvin Capital will be forced to buy back the stocks they lent out and return them to the original owner. They have begun to sell off a lot of the other stocks that they own in order to foot the bill of their bet. That’s why the stock market as a whole is going down even though GameStop stock keeps going up, and why this could lead to a stock market crash.

If there is a crash, I think people will try to blame the Redditors. But the people who manage Melvin Capital are greedy billionaires who took massive risks in 2007 that put the US economy into a recession and faced no consequences. They were actually bailed out by the government at the cost of the taxpayer. They have no incentive to change their ways or try to be responsible because they know that if they bring the whole market down with them, the government will probably step in to save them again. I personally would argue that we should blame the people who saw this happen before and didn’t put rules in place to prevent it from happening again.

PSA: If you are feeling FOMO and want to purchase stocks, don’t invest more money than you are comfortable losing. Also, do not use the start up apps that blocked consumers from being able to purchase stocks. This is not financial advice. I know nothing and I don’t own any stock in GameStop.

If you want to know more about shorting stocks or what triggered the recession in 2008, I highly recommend the movie The Big Short. It’s funny and star-studded and explains everything in layman’s terms.

(Sorry to Alex for using him as the example of the greedy hedge fund in my scenario. I wanted to represent the age distinction between the hedge fund managers and the Redditors, so he wound up being the scapegoat.)

[shhhhhskars]

See You Again (part 2)

Click here to indulge in part 1. This is kind of our babies getting emotionally vulnerable with each other, and being weirdos together. All the feels. Very fluffy and soft soft Alex things. I hope you enjoy this. (P.S. sorry if there are typos or what not, my brain has been tired lately.)

There was something bittersweet about finding it when she did. A mixture of embarrassment, unease and relief. It over took her body in a rush as she gazed at his messy scribble in the lonely kitchen, and she had to physically close her eyes to ground herself for a few seconds. All was silent, except for the soft humming of the refrigerator, and she basked in it for a second. With the tension leaving her body, she realized just how disappointed she truly was a second ago. And what was this undeniable shift she felt in the pit of her stomach, the muddled clenching that was there just prior- practically nonexistent now? All of that pent up anxiety and frustration. Gone. Poof. Easy like that. Simply because he had signaled that he was still around.

How was it possible that he could shift her mood so effortlessly? The thought made her seethe a little, his pull was far too strong on her emotions, and it terrified her.

Making a mental note to check in with herself later, she took her her sweet time to climb the staircase up to the rooftop terrace- an effort to convince herself that she was not a complete soft trash can for the man who waited for her. She did her best to maintain an expression of nonchalance- an effort to appear cool, calm and collected. Instead, she found herself chewing at the inside of her bottom lip the entire time, to hold back the smile that was fighting it’s way across her lips. 

When she finally reached the top level, firmly pulling open the french doors, she stopped curtly, legs suddenly feeling like lead.

The roof terrace which was designed to be a cozy space- was decked out intricately from left to right. Draped from edge to edge- twinkling round string-lights hung, the glow that emitted from the circular bulbs standing out against the black, industrial wire and the bare night sky. They wrapped around the exposed wooden beams that provided a shaded area in the day-time, and looped back to where she was standing. Starting at her feet, there were milky wax candles of all sizes, placed in careful bundles all around the terrace floor, burning comfortably in temperate night. A few over-sized metal lanterns lay among them, with taller candles inside, the light bouncing back and radiating against the glass. Dozens of healthy sunflowers (her favorite) beamed straight up in ceramic white pitchers, which were spread through out the various surfaces- one on top of the lounge table, another on top of the bar area. 

He staggered his usual potted plants to the outskirts of the terrace, their terra-cotta buckets adding to the rosiness and haziness of the scene- which made just enough room for a fluffy, layered spread of blankets, on top of a heavy, white quilted duvet. A handful of throw pillows were scattered a top, all some shade of creme or white, some with cotton covers, others knitted, some just soft and fuzzy. Two generously sized wine glasses were perched on a wooden stool next to the area, already filled with a deep ruby hue, and she could tell it was her favorite blend that they kept in their mini collection downstairs. A gentle, soft jazz instrumental filtered through the air, nearly undetectable due to the fact that they were nestled in the heart of the city, the buzz from around them undeniable. 

She was in awe of the energy of the space- of his lofty and particular intimate curation. Stunned, she held her breath. 

As if on cue, the giant Swede who was responsible for it all, appeared from around the corner, whistling softly to himself, carrying an extensive charcuterie board with two large hands. He nearly jumped when he saw her standing in the door way, and clutched at the wooden board firmly. 

“Holy shi.. I said around 10...ish, 'baby. Hi, though.” he muttered with a furrowed brow, but a silly smile was spreading across his face just from seeing her frame in the doorway. He walked over to the wooden table that was near their fort of blankets, and placed down his work of art, shifting it into place on the table. 

Still in complete shock, she ignored him and his time request, watching him nonchalantly shift some of the cheeses on the board. 

“Alex...did you do all of this...for me?” she questioned, clearing her throat to catch his attention when he ignored her. “Alex..” she pressed again, softly, and he pried his attention away from the cheese brought his eyes to hers finally. Looking around, he gave her a tiny, innocent shrug and a nod, as if to say, yeah, I did. He pushed himself up, dusting his butt off a little as he did so, and walked over to where she stood expectantly in the door way.

He wrapped a hand around the small of her waist, pulling her into him, and she sighed a breath of relief, from the much needed contact. 

“We haven’t seen much of each other as of late. I figured, we could use some alone time.” he said modestly. “I mean, I know it’s nothing much, or whatever but...something small, you know, just for us.”

She scoffed, wrapping one arm around his waist, pulling his body closer to hers with a gentle jerk. Suddenly her Tiramisu and lingerie felt minuscule, compared to what he did for her. 

“Small? Baby...” she planted a solid kiss on his chin. “This is everything.” she whispered. Music still softly threading along in the background, he blushed a violent shade of light pink, and brought his lips gently onto hers, leaving a lingering, soft kiss that made her want to whine when he broke it. He dropped her waist and went for her hand, interlocking their fingers and pulling her out of the doorway, and down onto the terrace. “C’mere.” He tugged at her arm, prompting her to follow him to the little area he had set up for them.

**

A few glasses of wine in, and she’s sitting pretzel style on top of one of the pillows, giggling at a Skarsgard camping story. This time, he remincised on  camping with G, and Gustaf’s then girlfriend. Bill also tagged along, as well as a young Valter, and the trip was a memorable mess, because Valter, Bill and Alexander were forced to share a tent. Other than Gustaf and his girlfriend making their...sounds, Valter could swear up and down he heard a bear in the middle of the night- which led to him waking them up in the ass crack of night,  to sob a bit and beg them to check it out. Bill volunteered, and instead of coming back into the tent he took an intentionally long smoke break, which caused Valter to freak out even more.

 His shirt rode up as he spoke, animated and enthused as ever, exposing his sculpted, tan torso and gray boxer briefs. This was one of his top five favorite positions to be in, ‘cause he could gaze right up at her with ease, head snuggled in her lap and his long body stretched out to the maximum. If she threw in a little head scratch, ah, that was true bliss. 

“Ah...that little motherfucker, man. I miss him when he was small. Now he’s all...smart and what not.” Alexander commenced his reminiscing with a chuckle, followed with a small sigh. 

She smiled down at him, one hand brushing through his locks, the other, reaching for her wine glass and dragging the rim up to her lips. “Yeah, well, that generally happens, sweets. You have fifty million siblings, you should know this.” she said with a little tug on his hair. He winced, belting out a mumbled ouch, and pinched the side of her thigh.

“Fifty million, yeah? I’m defffintely telling my dad you said that.” he said with a goofy little giggle, raising a hand up to gently trace her cheekbone.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare, Skarsgard. You know that’s my bestie.” she said with a roll of her eyes, cutting her eyes at him playfully.

“Ooh, and I’m telling mom you said that,” he countered, changing from his index to his rough thumb, bringing his hand down to stroke her jaw-line with his large finger. A full on grin was spread across his face now, fully amused at teasing her, and her mouth dropped dramatically. 

“You’re playing dirty. I thought you missed me, sir.” She gave her best pout and sad eyes, but it only made them both laugh.

“I missed the hell out of you, and those awfully dramatic facial expressions you do. You should be an actress.” he touched the tip of her nose with his index finger, and she shook her head with a small laugh.

“Oh? There’s a joke.” she said with a little snicker, imagining the scenario briefly. She ran her hand down his tummy, tracing small circles on exposed skin. He shuddered under her touch, and he closed his eyes, snuggling his head more into her lap. It was getting later and later, and Alexander became more and more of a baby when it was close to his bed-time.

“Mmmmm.” he mumbled as adjusted, relaxing under her touch. She took a good look at him, laying their with his eyes closed. She could see every line, every tiny little wrinkle that creased up at the side of his eyes- she adored each one. Under his eyes were slightly puffy, like he was restless and needed a good rest tonight. She looked at his faded stubble that was growing back at a rapid rate from his last visit to the barber. 

“What? Does that feel good?” she asked, nibbling on the inside of her bottom lip gently as she peered down at him.

He nodded slowly, and she stopped the circles on his tum for only second, just for his eyes to shoot open and his brows to furrow down. Her eyebrows raised in surprise, and she resumed her circles. He smiled and closed his eyes, once again at ease.

She stifled a laugh, at how simple he was to please, and how lucky they both were to have found each other in a such a messy world. And it was strange...it was very rare that she craved affection, or romance, the whole idea of it made her kind of cringe sometimes- yet she felt so comfortable laying here with him, surrounded by candles and laying in a fort of throw blankets. It was oddly comforting, to know that in this moment she could just be- that there was no real need for a facade of any type of persona right in this moment. She brought her left hand to his hair again, giving him a little head rub while her other hand ran over his stomach and chest under his thin white t-shirt. It hitting her all at once, that if anything could be considered perfection, it would be this moment, with Alexander, right here.

“You could be anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me. Ain’t that about a bitch.” she joked awkwardly with shake of her head, not letting up her movements.

His eyes opened at that- but they were still half closed. Darkened blue orbs half covered by sleepy kids stared up and into her soul for a second and she had to look away.

“Please, kid, where else would I be?” he challenged, with a lazy little yawn.

She shrugged, unable to find the right words, and he chuckled at her silence, and her eyes fell back on him. She paused this time, letting her hand rest on his chest, grazing her hand his right nipple softly.. He smiled a little at the tickling feeling of that. “If I didn’t meet you..what, I’d be...drunk somewhere with Dada? Talking about some new dumb thing he saw online, listening to his stoned ass. Or maybe wandering around a hotel alone? Trying to find somewhere other than my empty room read a script.” He finished his little rant with a chuckle. “Really no where else I’d rather be.” he added softly, with a small shrug.

She was taken aback at his brutal honesty, at how he opened himself up to her- this was a rare occasion indeed. She felt her heart physically softening in her chest for him, and it ached a bit.

“Nah. You’d be out making some new art. Creating. Being dope. You know. It’s what you do. It’s in your genes.” Building up the people she cared about was in her nature, and this earned a blush and a shy smile from him. He paused, those blue orbs scanning her face, from her eyes to her nose, to her lips- then back up again to her eyes. “Oh? Tell me more.” he teased and laughed, pinching his nipple so hard he jumped. “Only teasing. Only teasing. I appreciate you and your words. I appreciate them more than you know, my love.” He gently braced himself, so he could push himself up and out of her lap, adjusting his body so he could face her.

She swung her legs over his, scooting closer into him and his warm core, and he wrapped his hands around the small of her waist, nuzzling his nose on hers with a gentle eskimo kiss. “Don’t think anyone’s ever said anything that nice to me, and for no reason.” he said, leaving a kiss on the tip of her nose.

She closed her eyes, breathing in his familiar scent. The night was winding down, minutes until twelve now. The city was still buzzing- but it was significantly quieter right now. Their soft jazz and candles were still going strong.

She shrugged and he paused, waiting for her to finish her thought, and she took a moment to gather her words. Emotions and hormones were running through her at an all time high, and it was wonderfully painful, beautiful and messy at the same damn time. She knew what she had to get off of her chest, it had been a long time coming.

She took a shaky breath, raising her head so they were both eye level, holding the sides of his face and getting a good grip with her hands before starting. He noticed the moisture from her hands seeping through, a sign of her getting nervous- that he always found extra cute.

“I love you...Alex. I’ve known...for a while. But I’ve been. I’ve been waiting for the right moment.” she said meekly, her throat constricting slightly. Alexander had been the one who said I love you first, and she was anxiously waiting for the perfect moment to reciprocate the energy. This, was it. There was no other time.

Eyes softened, he smiled, his heart quickening a few beats, before tilting his head into hers, closing the small distance in between their faces with a rough, eager kiss. She dropped his hands hurriedly from his face, wrapping them around his neck and bringing herself closer to him. He pulled her in, and she crawled into his lap, straddling him. A hand in the back of her hair he gently tugged, pulling her face back. “Fuck. I love you, kid.” Was all he could manage to get out, before she was gripping at the bottom of his tee, and putting her lips back on his, desperate for more of him, for all of him- in this moment. Little did he know, she hadn’t even revealed her secret weapons- the lingerie and his chilled Tiramisu that she was sure he would get all excited about once he realized he had an post-sex snack waiting for him.

[raziroo]

Karma | The Marauders

[Introduction]

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❝ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴏɴᴇs

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪsғɪᴛs

ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇʙᴇʟs

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴍᴀᴋᴇʀs

ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘᴇɢs ɪɴ sǫᴜᴀʀᴇ ʜᴏʟᴇs

ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ᴡʜᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏɴᴅ ᴏғ ʀᴜʟᴇs

ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ǫᴜᴏ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

ᴅɪsᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

ᴠɪʟɪғʏ ᴏʀ ɢʟᴏʀɪғʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪs ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴜsʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ

ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀs ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ

ᴡᴇ sᴇᴇ ɢᴇɴɪᴜsᴇs❞

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'14 years. It's been 14 years. How... how are you people?'

'Good... I guess.'

'I'm fine.'

'I've been scraping by.'

'Never been better.'

'You duffers are pathetic liars... but then again, I don't get to call you out on that. I've been lying, too, after all.'

'Damn straight you don't. What you been lying about, though?'

'...Everything.'

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🔲

☾Îńťřöđūçťîöñ☽

Lisa Haydon in and as Karma

THE MUDBLOOD SLYTHERIN

'I don't trust Dumbledore. Never have, never will. We're just pawns in this elaborate game that he seems to be playing. And considering the blind trust you seem to have on him, he's already got you wrapped around his finger. And not in a sexual way, God, you guys, get your mind out of the gutter.'

🔹

Cole Sprouse as Alec Hartley

THE EMO DUDE

'Look, just because I don't have a leather jacket and beanie on, and don't carry around my leather-bound journal everywhere, doesn't mean I'm not the same brooding, badass... emo Slytherin.'

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Ben Barnes as Sirius Black

THE PRISONER

'It isn't your fault, Harry. I myself didn't have the best family growing up, so... it isn't your fault if you lose control some times. Just let this war get over; once I'll be a free man, you'll live with me. and I'm not even asking you this time. And for the current scenario... let's talk about that Chang girl, eh?'

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Bill Skarsgard as Klaus Gustaffson

THE MANIPULATOR

'Hello, Karma. We meet again. You've still got that disgusted face on; that's giving me a bit of a déjà vu.'

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Thomas Brodie-Sangster as Geoffrey Bailey

THE CELEBRITY

'What can I say, life's da bomb. You guys are here, and we're eating apple pie. I've still got my baby face, even with the facial hair. There's also a war raging, and my fiancée cheated on me. So, yeah. Never been better.'

🔹

Sophie Turner as Venus Fawley

THE SMART ONE

'I should be nurturing kids right now, but my husband's in Azkaban, and even if he comes out, I don't think kids will be a good decision. I've still got to finish the latin, mandarin, russian and sanskrit section of my library.'

🔹

Matthew Gray Gubler as Remus Lupin

THE SAGE

'Sirius, mate, I'm gonna be frank. Your hair is greasier than Snape's, your beard has become... weird, and you haven't bathed in 4 days, so you stink. I get that you're in a bad mood and all, your headspace is wrong, I get that. But you sure aren't gonna get better if you look like you just escaped a prison; and that's happened, so I know how you look when you've just broken out of a prison, and- in short, Sirius up.'

🔹

Siddharth Nigam as Aarush

THE INNOCENT

'You know, that girl with brown hair, the one who just has that know-it-all aura... she's kind of cute. And that feisty one with bright red hair... yeah, she is cute, not even kind of. No one compares to Shruti, though.'

🔸🔸🔸

Helena Bonham Carter as Bellatrix Lestrange

Adam Driver as Severus Snape

Jason Isaacs as Lucius Malfoy

Helen McRory as Narcissa Malfoy

Ian Somerhalder as Rudolphus Lestrange

Thomas Doherty as Rabastan Lestrange

🔸🔸🔸

|~*[the rest of the cast as themselves]*~|

Some of my demons left me,

Some are just asleep.

A few always travel with me,

Others haunt me from the Deep.

The Little Ones are charming,

They are allowed to stay.

The Big Ones tear me up inside,

I wish they'd go away.

♠♥♣♦

[theodcr]

the noble house oldenburg, royal family of sweden, cousins to the bernadottes of switzerland, the du bellays of france, and the d’ansembourgs of luxembourg ** family page / family tree / a modern history of sweden ( always a wip )

PICTURED:

his majesty frederik oldenburg, former king of sweden ( deceased. hugh laurie fc. ) her majesty emelina oldenburg, dowager queen of sweden  ( 63. anna chancellor fc. ) his royal highness theodor oldenburg, crown prince of sweden ( 32. bill skarsgard fc. ) her royal highness alice oldenburg, princess of sweden ( 29. elizabeth olsen fc. ) his royal highness elliot oldenburg, prince regent of sweden ( 55. mark ruffalo fc. ) her royal highness linnea oldenburg, duchess of gotland ( 48. carla gugino fc. ) his grace gustav moltke, duke of gotland ( 48. scott foley fc. ) her grace evelina moltke, duchess of värmland ( 28. daisy ridley fc. ) her grace eleonora moltke, duchess of södermanland ( 24. katherine langford fc. ) her grace elsa moltke, duchess of dalarna ( 21. bailee madison fc. )

ESTEEM. his majesty frederik alexander oldenburg, former king of sweden, duke of västergötland, knight of the order of the seraphim, and general of the swedish army. first son of his majesty alexander patrik oldenburg and her majesty olivia annette oldenburg. father to his royal highness theodor frederik oldenburg and her royal highness alice emelina oldenburg.

your father is your earliest memory. you are four years old and you have just started learning to read. your tutor encourages you to no avail; the letters make no sense, they string together but don’t form words. you are getting frustrated, and you react to that frustration the only way a four year old knows how — you begin to cry. strong hands pick you up and turn you around, and there is your father, soothing and gentle. he dismisses the tutor and calms you down, and he vows to teach you to read himself. this memory has gone blurry with age, indistinct and fuzzy around the edges, but it is warm and comforting like a childhood toy, full of bittersweet nostalgia, and you cling to it like a life-raft in an angry sea.

your father is your greatest memory. you are seven years old and you have begun to rebel. like any young boy, you don’t see the point in studies when you could be playing video games or running wild outside. you sit with your arms crossed in front of your tutor, face screwed up defiantly, obstinate. again, your father steps in. he packs your school supplies and takes you out onto the palace grounds, where you are allowed to run until your legs are tired, and where you laugh until your lungs hurt. he chases you through tall grass, helps you find faces in the clouds, and, when you have exhausted yourself, he reads you books about great men and great wars, triumph and tragedy, and he makes it interesting in a way your tutor never could. this memory has been tainted with age, saddened by the realization that this was the beginning of his illness, that he was exhausted and weak but trying to be strong, but it is happy nonetheless, full of childlike wonder and glee, and you think on it fondly whenever the going gets tough.

your father is your darkest memory. he calls you into his bedchamber one afternoon. you are thirteen years old and all you know about death is what you have seen in movies and read in history books. it is early march, spring approaches and the country has begun to blossom with it. a week ago, the weather was particularly nice, so you asked your mother if you could have a family picnic. you asked why father couldn’t leave his room. your mother’s lips tightened and she told you to play outside with your sister. now, you enter his bedroom shaking and pale. the curtains have been opened to let in some light, but the room is dark and heavy nonetheless. your mother is sitting in an armchair beside your father’s bed; she is holding his hand and talking quietly. they don’t notice you and you feel as if you’re intruding, so you avert your eyes and hover in the doorway, waiting to be addressed. after what feels like lifetimes, your mother looks up and clears her throat. your father looks at you. his eyes are distant and pained. he calls you to his bedside and tells you to kneel. he explains that he is dying, which you have known for some time, and tells you that you are to be knighted as a member of the royal order of the seraphim. he tells you that this is the highest honor you can receive. he tells you that he is proud of you, and that you will make a great king someday. he tells you to take care of your mother and your sister. “my son,” he says, “you are my pride and joy. you will be the head of this family now. take it seriously. do your father proud.” you leave his room and are accompanied by your nanny back to your own. you only let the tears fall once your door is shut behind you. the next day, your father dies. you are at his side when he takes his final breath. alice is next to you and the sound she makes is close to a scream. your mother is crying. you remember what your father said; take care of my girls. you don’t cry. you wrap your arm around your sister’s shoulders and hold her until she calms down. you usher her out of the room so your mother can say a final goodbye, make her some hot chocolate, and, yet again, you don’t cry until you’re alone. in an instant, you grow up. this memory is sharp in your mind, ever-present and aching, the deepest pain you’ve ever felt, but your father was strong and unwavering even in death, and it gives you hope that you can be the same.

DISTANCE. her majesty emelina teresa oldenburg née stolberg, dowager queen of sweden and duchess of västergötland, and member of the order of the seraphim. third daughter of count ronald alexander stolberg and countess margareta augusta stolberg. mother to his royal highness theodor frederik oldenburg and her royal highness alice emelina oldenburg.

after your father dies, your mother is never quite the same. she seems far-away, sad and lonely. you try to take care of her like your father told you to do; you ask her if she’s okay, you bring her tea when she has a headache, you attempt to coax her out of her chambers. but between your royal duties and your own grief, you find it harder and harder to care for her. your relationship weakens until you are closer to housemates than family. you can’t help but feel a spark of resentment; you are thirteen and you are the child, and shouldn’t she be taking care of you? but these darker thoughts are usually overcome with guilt, with your father’s voice in your mind: you will be the head of this family. you do your best and hope you’re making him proud.

things change again when you come back from the army. the doctors say you are a medical miracle; after the wound you suffered, you shouldn’t be able to walk. but you have always been a stubborn man, so you pull yourself out of your wheelchair and hobble first with a cane, then on your own. the limp never goes away, and sometimes phantom pain tears through your leg and left side, but it’s far better than anyone ever expected. your mother rushes into your hospital room the second you wake from surgery, and she holds your hand and cries, and you feel a tectonic shift in your relationship. you hide behind your mask even in the post-surgery haze, and you murmur comforting words even as you are the one in the hospital bed, but you feel as if some of the ice in your relationship has begun to thaw, as if some of the distance has been closed. amidst the pain and exhaustion, there is a pulse of joy.

MISTRUST. his royal highness elliot christoffer oldenburg, prince regent of sweden, duke of skåne, and knight of the royal order of the seraphim. second son of his majesty alexander patrik oldenburg and her majesty olivia annette oldenburg.

when your father dies your uncle is there. he sweeps in smoothly, easily. he is crowned prince regent, and it is agreed that he will operate as king of sweden until you turn thirty-five. you are thirteen years old and thirty-five seems like a lifetime away, but you don’t have much of a say. your uncle is never mean to you ( quite the contrary ) and he seems to make an effort; he invites you to sit in on negotiations and meetings, he lets you stand at his side during press conferences, he takes you to meet royals and politicians the world over. no, elliot is never mean to you. but he will never be your father.

there is a distrust that festers as you age. elliot has been prince regent for so long; the people have grown used to him. you fear that with elliot on the throne, your coronation will never come. you fear that your claim will be called into question. your anxiety and paranoia haunt you while you try to sleep, keeping you awake well into the night. you run through possible scenarios in your head, none of them good.

as far as anyone else knows, you have nothing but respect and love for your uncle. you play the perfect nephew and the perfect prince. it would look bad for the crown prince to openly scorn the prince regent. it would reflect poorly on the family if your true feelings made their way to the public psyche. you keep your fears locked deep inside, as you do with most of your emotions, and show only that calm, strong mask on the exterior. as with everything, your father’s words echo in your mind. do your father proud.

DEVOTION. her royal highness alice emelina oldenburg, princess of sweden, duchess of östergötland, and member of the royal order of the seraphim. first daughter of his majesty frederik alexander oldenburg and her majesty emelina teresa oldenburg.

even before your father’s death, you do your best to look after your sister. you are distant enough in age that you feel a protectiveness over her, and close enough that her growing up isn’t completely separated from your own. you are the big brother, she looks up to you, you don’t take that lightly. you have a responsibility to and a love for her that supersedes all others. you love her unconditionally and you know for a fact that you would lay your life down for her without even a millisecond of hesitation.

she is ten years old when your father dies, and you are thirteen. she is far easier to care for than your mother is, you suspect because alice lets herself be cared for. where your mother builds a wall between herself and you, alice actively draws nearer to you. she hovers beside you at the funeral, at her debutante ball, at every important event. for many years, the two of you are inseparable.

when she learns of your plans to enlist in the military, she’s furious. you’ve never seen such rage in her eyes before, and certainly never directed at you. the fight, and the silence that follows, is enough to make you reconsider your plans. but when the day comes, she sees you off with a tight hug. she looks you in the eye and makes you promise to come back. you promise, solemn, and you mean it. there is a moment in time where you believe yourself, where you think that you will somehow have control over your fate on the battlefield.

four years later, you stare through bleary eyes at the blue sky above you and her words flash through your mind: promise me you’ll come back alive. and then, immediately after, the words of your father: take care of my girls. these thoughts chase each other through your mind until you black out from the blood loss, and when you wake up, alice is at your side.

TENDERNESS. her royal highness astrid solbritt bernadotte, princess of switzerland. third daughter of her royal highness vera bernadotte.

by the time astrid is old enough to toddle along after you, you have long outgrown her interests. you are fifteen and sullen, interested only in your books and your games, all of which are far too violent for your youngest cousin. but you let her follow along because every time you tell her to go away, your mother gives you a harsh look and tells you to be kind. you let astrid hang around first with begrudging acceptance, and eventually with fondness. you make a habit to check on her even as you grow up and take on your own responsibilities; phone calls when you can manage, family dinners every once in a blue moon, summer weekends spent hosting her side of the family. she becomes like another sister to you, and you love her just as well.

RESPECT. her grace lady freja esmée du bellay the duchess of guyenne. first daughter of her royal highness ingrid bernadotte and lord jean-pierre du bellay. mother to lady eloise talhouët and lord tobias léon talhouët.

for many years, your feelings toward freja are unmarred by politics; the respect you feel for your cousin is nearly unrivaled. she is strong and intelligent, and she is just old enough for you to see her as an adult and to place her on a pedestal as such. as you grow up and become more aware of political situations, the respect mingles with anger and distrust. you know she is still that strong, intelligent woman — and, at the end of the day, she is still your family. but you struggle to reconcile her work with her person. you have always struggled to separate things like this.

when eloise and tobias are born, you’re overjoyed. you see them whenever you can, and you revel in pride and joy when they begin to call you “uncle theo.” happenings in france continue and you do your best to set them aside, even if there are times where you struggle to bite your tongue. you love freja, you do, and you still hold her in high regard, even if that regard is sometimes dampened by her actions abroad. still, at the end of the day you’re family, and you do your damnedest to keep that in mind.