#deploying aubrey

[sunflowerscottie]

Hey if Rio saves Agatha…Will they kiss then…

[thelilreddragon]

“Deploy Aubrey Plaza” has my entire soul. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[kingofterrors]

Deploying Kathryn Hahn

I absolutely will talk more about my feelings around the Agatha All Along finale at some point. My problem is that they are *feelings* and I really need to work my way through them before I can express them and think clearly in any helpful way. So, let me process a little longer.

But aside from those, my top of mind thought today is - I'm reading in various places how the AAA team really underestimated how much people would love Agathario - that it's taken them by surprise.

And it made me think - we talk about that wonderful line in one of Jac Schaeffer's 'The Wrap' interviews where she talks about being aware of the dangers of 'deploying Aubrey Plaza'.

I think here though that they overlooked the real danger. They fully missed the dangers of deploying Kathryn Hahn. Because honestly, that's where the power of this relationship as shown on screen for me. Hahn can express through tone of voice and microexpressions the force of a lesbian yearning with the force of 10,000 suns, and it blew me clear away.

Filmmakers beware, because this amazing woman will make your audiences care to a heartbreaking extent. I know, because my heart is indeed broken.

What a freaking powerhouse.

[coolserietvloveuniverse]

Honestly it's so fun Jac Schaeffer said "You got to be careful deploying Aubrey". She is a weapon for saffics around the world and the show business is very aware of it.

[fayes-fics]

Anthony and Benedict + Regency + cake

Kinktober 2023: Anthony & Benedict + Food Play

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Pairings: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, MMF threesome (no incest), food play (cake), breast sucking, oral sex (f to m, m to f), cunnilingus, brief mention of simultaneous blow job and vaginal sex.

Authors Note: Hi Nonny. Thanks for this ask. I had to end Kinktober with a threesome, right? I'm still surprised how brief I was able to keep this. I hope you all enjoyed this content series, and thank you so much for all your prompts and for reading! 😁🧡

You shudder as buttercream icing smears cold over your pussy lips. Then, groan as it is followed by an expert hot swipe of muscular tongue, wolfing down the droplets of sweet confection. Meanwhile, little crumbs of cake roll down the swell of your breast onto your sternum, also chased by another questing, warm mouth, sucking up each morsel.

You are lying on a picnic blanket deep in the woods near Aubrey Hall, and although it's your birthday, and indeed, your birthday cake is being deployed, you are very much the one being devoured. 

Anthony Bridgerton is flat on his stomach between your legs, his shoulders pushing your thighs wide open as he feasts on your body. Your head is draped in the lap of one Benedict Bridgerton as he curls over you, licking cake from your breasts as if his very life depended on it. You asked for a memorable birthday celebration… and they are certainly delivering such.

You watch as they both dive their clawed hands into the now mangled cake again and greedily deposit it over your skin, sticky and sweet. Then, set about cleaning you up thoroughly until your flesh only glistens with trails of their saliva. Shaking at the tickle of crumbs on Anthonys' tongue as he rolls your clit in his mouth, sucking and swirling until you are writhing in Benedict's lap, his rigid cock pressed into your neck as his warm, smooth chest curls over your face, his mouth glued to your aching, pebbled nipple. 

You reach for both of their sticky hands and eagerly bring them to your face, cleaning up the mess with long swirls of your tongue, burying their fingers deep in your mouth so their blunt fingernails catch on your tonsils, them groaning lewdly as you do so.

“Please fuck me,” you call out, Anthony’s arms wrapping a tight hold around your thigh as you undulate around and beneath them, seeking even greater pleasure.

“Which of us, darling girl?” Benedict pauses his ministrations to pull up enough to kiss your lips, his mouth an explosion of strawberries and sugar that makes you greedily feast on his questing tongue.

“Both… Either….” you reply, dazed but honest, as he pulls away.

“I'm already right here,” Anthony points out drily to his brother, who concedes with a shrug.

While Anthony crawls over your body like a stealthy cat, you turn your head to nuzzle Benedict's crotch with your face, and he moans as he catches your hint. The noise you make as both cocks slide into your body at either end is feral. 

Happy birthday to you, indeed.

No taglist as these drabbles are so short

[battlecouplesoulmates]

My brain does something weird during the scene with the hug/almost kiss.

This looks like Rio:

The moment right before the hug. She also looks like Rio during the hug.

This looks like Rio:

The moment right after the almost kiss. She also looks like Rio during the almost kiss.

But this looks like Aubrey Plaza:

I wasn't even a fan before AAA. I knew who she was because of gifsets on here and a few videos on youtube. But the only thing I'd seen her in before AAA was Happiest Season and I forgot she was in it when I watched AAA. Clea DuVall did not deploy Aubrey correctly in that film and that film did not make me a fan of Aubrey's. I hadn't seen her in something like Parks and Rec or Legion for my brain to connect her to those either.

So I don't know why but ever since the first time I watched this scene that one moment has always jarred me. I stop believing that's Rio for just a few seconds every time.

Has anyone else experienced this?

Edit: This is not a critique of Aubrey or the show. I was just wondering if anyone else has experienced this or if I'm alone in it.

Also this moment, after Rio says "That boy is not yours" and Agatha takes a step away from her, her expression is almost exactly the same her head is just at a different angle and not in Agatha's hands and I see it as Rio not Aubrey.

For the whole rest of the show I see Rio even when Rio is doing that tongue in cheek thing that I have only seen Aubrey do.

[bluejay-07]

Write a scene from "Emergency First Aid" in another character’s POV :)

8. What is your favorite line/section from "but you made an impression; sometimes i still feel the bruise"?

23. What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

for you my liege

8. What’s your favorite section from but you made an impression; sometimes i still feel the bruise?

Probably this paragraph—the whole of Espionage for the Linguistics Professor was built around this section, and I’m so pleased that other people liked it.

Out in the great tangle of timelines that formed the space-time continuum, there was a thread where Max chose River. There was a thread where Max got up from their chair and went down on one knee in front of them, and in doing so broke every solemn vow and oath of loyalty that they had ever sworn to the military—to Tharsis itself. There was a thread where Max pressed River’s palm to their mouth and said I love you, River Gale-Zhou; I swear to you that I will remain loyal to you ’til the end of my days, serve you wholeheartedly, obey your orders, fear no sacrifice, and lay down my life if and when necessary.

23. What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Oh, so many. The one I really love right now is about January and River, midway through the preparations for River's election; they're trying to get each other alone all day, not even for anything other than getting to be human beings together rather than politicians. It's sweet and fluffy and comedic, which I think is a rarity for me.

Other than that, I also have a vague concept of a Max/River Temeraire AU, notes for a couple of fake Wikipedia pages, an extremely 2017 AU where all the Pulleyverse characters go to high school together, and one really depressing conversation between River and the Speaker of the House.

Write a scene from "Emergency First Aid" from another perspective.

The awful thing about Tharsis, in Max’s opinion, was how it split you in twain. You could be one thing in the privacy of your own home, but the cameras would enforce their own story—and that’s how you were known, for better or for worse. It made so many things rather difficult. “Max?” someone called from the corridor. “Are you in there?”  In any other circumstance, they would have panicked; barricaded the door, done their homemade stitches with their sidearm next to them on the counter. But a curious calm had descended over them when they picked themself up from that pile of glass—there was no panic, no emotion at all. It was just as well. If they wanted to keep up the facade of their perfect marriage, no one could ever know. The bathroom door creaked open—Max felt it before they heard it, the minute shift in the air pressure that signaled to Max's hyperaware brain, something is happening. When River entered the room, their face was full of worry. Max braced for impact; why would you let them do that to you, they would ask, and Max wouldn’t have an answer. When Aubrey got angry like that, they stopped thinking about consequences; they shouted and screamed and had even slapped Max around once or twice, but they never meant anything by it. Hitting back would have been like hitting a child—cruel and dishonorable. But that’s not what happened. Instead, they looked Max up and down—took in the blood, the shake in Max’s fingers, the equipment Max had busied themself with—and said, finally, “Are you…all right, there?” Christ. Max hoped River wasn’t worrying about them too much; Max just wasn’t worth it. “I’m not about to go into hypovolemic shock, if that’s what you’re asking.” “And other than that?” Max had to slam the lid on the emotions that welled up in their chest, then. “They’ll make me deploy anyways—liftoff is in eighteen hours. How much did you hear?” There was nothing for it; Max unzipped their fatigues, pressing an alcohol pad to the rupture in their shoulder. They had undressed in front of other people before, of course—one didn’t get through the military retaining any sense of modesty—but this was different from being in the locker room at a military base, everyone staring blankly at a wall and trying to get things over with. Max could feel River’s gaze on them, burning as it took in the shape of Max’s bare collarbone, the outlines of their tattoos.  “Didn’t hear much. Just shouting from my office—I was concerned. Came down when I heard the glass shatter.” Max flinched involuntarily. They had used to be good at compartmentalizing, damn it. “So you got the gist, then. I’m terribly sorry.” “You shouldn’t be the one apologising.” Just for a moment, something flickered in River’s eyes—a sudden grief, like a shadow over water. And why wouldn’t they be upset? It was their sibling. Max wouldn’t have believed any of the stories they could tell about Aubrey if River had told them any of it about Niko.  Christ, this was all getting so messy. They would have killed to protect River from all the terrible ins and outs of Tharsese politics—let them keep their hands clean of it all. But that would be doing them a disservice, and Max knew River would have bristled at the sentiment. They deserved to know. If they hated Max for it, it was nothing more than Max deserved.  So Max steeled themself, schooled their expression into careful blankness, and broke every solemn oath they’d ever sworn.

Y'all, this was so fun. Do we think I should do a full oneshot of Max's perspective? (Don't answer that. I just might.)

[passagesofthepluricosm]

Princeton Picrews (1/2)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63108715?view_full_work=true

Name: Princeton Cross

Sexuality: Pansexual

Gender: Trans man (he/him)

Age at Start of Story: 20

Relationship: Crushing on Quincy

Status: Lastland Legionnaire deployed at Southwood, Gifted (genetically altered with superpowers) but unknown Gift

Hair: Short, black, spiky, stands up

Eyes: Purple

Skin: Peach

Body: Small

Personality: Homebody, introvert, unathletic, prefers a life of peace

Name: Avalon Maddox

Sexuality: Pansexual

Gender: Genderfluid (any/all)

Age at Start of Story: Mid 20s

Relationship: N/A

Status: Lastland Legionnaire deployed at Southwood, Gifted of Ice and Snow

Hair: Short, silky, floppy, red (often covered by a beanie)

Eyes: Turquoise

Skin: Pale, freckled

Body: Plump

Personality: Fun-loving, laidback, unserious, sometimes a prankster

Name: Aezra Moore

Sexuality: Asexual, bi/panromantic

Gender: 3rd/other gender (xe/xem/xyr)

Age at Start of Story: Mid 30s

Relationship: N/A

Status: Lastland Legionnaire deployed at Southwood. Second-in-command

Hair: Short, purple, unruly/unkempt

Eyes: Brown (sometimes dyed contacts)

Skin: Pale, freckled

Body: Thin, lanky, scrawny Personality: Eager-to-please, enthusiastic, anxious, earnest, sometimes stutters and/or can seem like a suck-up

Name: Mallory Mace

Sexuality: Lesbian

Gender: Cis woman (she/her)

Age at Start of Story: 20

Relationship: Romantic friendship with Emma

Status: Lastland Legionnaire deployed at Eastvale. Gifted of (Self) Size Manipulation

Hair: Short, white, covers one eye

Eyes: Yellow

Skin: Pale

Body: Average

Personality: Acts like a tough girl, cool, calm, composed, collected, aloof

Name: Aubrey and Audrey Powers

Sexuality: Both on gray ace spectrum; attracted to women

Gender: Cis woman (she/her)

Age at Start of Story: Mid 30s

Relationship: N/A

Status: Lastland Legionnaire deployed at Eastvale. Second-in-command

Hair: Blonde, auburn

Eyes: Blue, hazel

Skin: Pale, peach

Body: Average

Personality: Aubrey is stricter but both are very adherent to rules and order

Name: Emma Embry

Sexuality: Pansexual, poly

Gender: Demi woman (she/they)

Age at Start of Story: 20

Relationship: Romantic friendship with Mallory

Status: Lastland Legionnaire deployed at Westcliff. Gifted of Toxin and Disease

Hair: Dirty blonde, dyed various shades of blonde/brunette

Eyes: Sickly green

Skin: Vitiligo

Body: Average

Personality: Spacey, airheaded, absentminded, dreamer, the heart of the group, energetic, sweet, playful

Name: Rowan Hurst

Sexuality: On gray ace spectrum

Gender: Genderfluid (any/all)

Age at Start of Story: Mid 20s

Relationship: N/A

Status: Lastland Legionnaire deployed at Westcliff. Gifted of Fire

Hair: Long, black, braided

Eyes: Red, orange, yellow, fiery

Skin: Brown

Body: Muscled, lithe

Personality: Calm, wise, collected, older sibling energy, gives good advice, thinks before acting

Name: Vic Havoc

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Nonbinary (they/them)

Age at Start of Story: Mid 30s

Relationship: N/A

Status: Lastland Legionnaire deployed at Westcliff. Second-in-command

Hair: Short, silky, purple, falls in their eyes if they aren’t wearing a beanie

Eyes: Dyed contacts

Skin: Pale

Body: Average, though slightly thin

Personality: Intelligent, calm, supportive, enjoys thinking

Name: Quincy Husk

Sexuality: Aroace

Gender: Cis man (he/him)

Age at Start of Story: Mid 20

Relationship: N/A

Status: Lastland Legionnaire deployed at Northplain. Gifted of Fear

Hair: Short, woolly, black, tips dyed orange

Eyes: Orange

Skin: Black

Body: Tall, broad, muscled

Personality: Friendly, funny, laidback, goofball, loud, extroverted, energetic

Name: Isabella Wreeves

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Cis woman (she/her)

Age at Start of Story: Mid 20s

Relationship: N/A

Status: Lastland Legionnaire deployed at Northplain. Gifted of Telekinesis

Hair: Long, dark, wavy, tied back, woolly

Eyes: Pink

Skin: Brown/coppery

Body: Average

Personality: Kind, gentle, wise, caring, brave (eventually traumatized by war)

(Profile unchanged from previous chapter, save that she is a decade older, and shaved her head)

Name: Barry Bauman

Sexuality: Straight

Gender: Cis man (he/him)

Age at Start of Story: Mid 40s

Relationship: N/A

Status: Lastland Legionnaire deployed at Northplain. Medical chief

Hair: Wild, curly, thick, black

Eyes: Black

Skin: Tan/light brown

Body: Plump

Personality: Friendly, kind, casual, good at calming people

Name: Nik Cross

Sexuality: Gay

Gender: Cis man (he/him)

Age at Start of Story: 50

Relationship: Married to Darton

Status: Lastland civilian

Hair: Wild, brown, sticks up in all directions

Eyes: Brown

Skin: Peach

Body: Average, muscled

Personality: Calm, wise, levelheaded, but can be more temperamental, serious, and disciplined/disciplinarian

Name: Darton Cross

Sexuality: Gay

Gender: Cis man (he/him)

Age at Start of Story: 50

Relationship: Married to Nik

Status: Lastland civilian

Hair: Wild, curly, thick, black

Eyes: Black

Skin: Tan/light brown

Body: Plump

Personality: Friendly, casual, funny, less strict and serious than his husband

Name: Pearl Cross

Sexuality: Lesbian

Gender: Cis woman (she/her)

Age at Start of Story: 25

Relationship: Married to a woman

Status: Lastland civilian

Hair: Short, blonde, straight

Eyes: Blue

Skin: Peach

Body: Average

Personality: Overachiever, prim, proper, prompt, exasperated, disciplined

Name: Priscilla Cross

Sexuality: Questioning

Gender: Questioning (she/her)

Age at Start of Story: 15

Relationship: N/A

Status: Lastland civilian

Hair: Black, tied up into two buns

Eyes: Black

Skin: Black

Body: Thin

Personality: Precocious, spirited, fiery, sassy, blunt, sometimes childish, immature, whiny, selfish and spoiled

[deadpool15]

Older Women

Chapter 1

Ashley's POV

Jam Republic finally arrives to set, and the excitement rate is through the roof. "Guys, we are like actually here. This is so freaking cool," Aubrey says excitedly with the biggest smile on her face. "Yea, we are here, so let's not keep the keep our devoted subjects waiting," Ashley says while walking inside the building with the group heading towards their crew room.

"You do realize they are recording right, Ash," Kirsten states while laughing but being kinda serious. "Of course, I know that my number leader, but let's be honest, how many of them have you think talked absolute cash shit about us during their little interviews?" Kristen just smiles, shaking her head. "It's all about the fake drama. Ash, there is and shall be no real fighting, got that girlie." She says with a motherly tone while looking at her entire entire crew, but making sure to make eye contact with the troublemaker herself to get the point across.

"I don't start fights, mother. I finish them, I tell you this all the time and there will be no need to fight because I know no one here is about that life. So you don't have to worry your pretty little head over it." Ashley said while staring at Emma, caught off guard by the face she was suddenly making, and laughed out loud. Ling and Kristen just shake their heads, knowing if provoked Ashley will end up hurting some poor girl.

As the girls separated to start little side conversations of their own, Latrice looks around the room and says "When do you think they will call us down, we have to be like the last ones to arrive it seems", the girls are turned and nodded. Then suddenly, the TV turned on, alerting them it was time to go down to the fight zone. The girls got up and made their way down.

" Omg, this is amazing, Kirsten says in astonishment while walking down first. "It's giving fancy, like boutique white people shit, oo shit yall think they caught that." Ashley covers her mouth, walking down the stairs laughing. Everyone turns to see the final crew, some still slightly bewildered that they are foreigners, while others are just staring in amazement at Audrey and Ashley. Ashley turns to the side while finally making it down the last step and overhears the conversation of Bebe." Oo, Audrey, they think we are pretty," she says while smiling at the girl she shares a birthday with.

Then the chatter comes to a slight stop when the evaluation video starts and and hearing the negatively Ashley turns and smirks at her leader. "I told you they would be talking shit, but no one ever listens to Ash." Kristen just stands there with the rest of the crew smiling and listening to the comments, " Doesn't matter what they say, Ash. We are better than that and won't feed into negatively. " Ash turns around and eyes the other crew, then proceeds to laugh out loud, startling everyone in the room. "Yea, I'm gonna show yall, what's weak."

Jam Republic sits down in their spot while waiting for the judges to come out. In the process, she turns to her side and sees Wolf'lo. She leans more to the side and taps on Haechi shoulder. The girl turns around and stares at the black girl a little confused. "I've seen videos of you guys in battles, and you're like cool as shit." Ashley says to gir, though at this point the entire crew had turned around when they realized she spoke korean." Really, thank you Ashley, your really good too. I watch your battles all the time it's always fun to see something new that you come up with each time you step out. Haechi says with a smile on her face. Your korean is really good, I thought Jam Republic didn't speak any", Halo says while looking at Ashley.

"O no, Jam Republic doesn't speak a word of korean, but considering my father is in the army and was deployed to korean and my mom liked it so much, we stayed. The amazing Ashley Martinez does speak the language." She says while smiling quite proud of her language skills. Before the conversation could continue, though, the host Daniel starts announcing the judges. "I'll hit yall up later," Ashley says while Ling is grabbing her thigh to make her pay attention. She spaces out for a while until her eyes catch sight of the first judge.

Monika steps out doing her iconic run move. Though Ashley can't seem to hear anything, anyone in the room is saying. All she can focus on is Monika." Who the hell is that beautiful woman?", Halo overhearing the younger girl looks up and smiles while says "She is a famous dancer in Korea, she was on the show last season with her crew, you've been in Korea, how come you don't know here?" Ashley watches the woman sit down in her chair and look around the room until their eyes catch each other.

"I have no idea, but I'm gonna find out." Ling looks at the younger girl and says I pretty sure she is older, then you Ash like way older and most likely straight." She says while trying to get the younger dancers' minds away from the older women. Ashley looks at her and smiles, "No, one is 100% straight first of all. Second, no one is out of my league. If I want her, I'm going to get her. And lastly, the older the better, besides, I like my women older anyways, makes the challenge more exciting.

Tbc....

[sunflowerscottie]

this is why they have to be careful deploying Aubrey

#the lesbian gaze

AGATHA ALL ALONG 1.05 - Darkest Hour Wake Thy Power

[sunflowerscottie]

“deploying Aubrey”

[prioncookie]

hie. i'm just some guy. im pip if you already know who i am. call me ⛏️ anon or whatever. they/he.

im a minor. a minor in love with a fictional miner. how poetic. anyway don't be gross or i'm deploying freddy fazbear directly at your doorstep

caving and tagging my main. if you want to see chaos unfold on my main go to @beperoncin . i dont really do much on there besides reblog cool art and funny memes and shit. i am also insane about melon bun on there but i wanted to separate that a bit so i used this one for that.

yes this used to be a by the numbers list sideblog. i dont plan on making my 500k btnl but im still gonna linger in the community. ^_^

my main romantic f/o is (obviously) melon bun cookie. i love my wife

i've been selfshipping with her for like two years now. um hai :3

im nonsharing with her so be mindful about that

2025 update i also selfship with avocado :D YIPPEEEEEEEEE

i have familial and platonic f/os but this is more focused on my romantic f/o

i have no need for a dni for now i just block anyone i dont fw

extra info & (almost) full f/o list under cut

(made this myself. i saw some selfship stamps but i never saw one for miners so i made one myself :3)

im also using this blog as a devlog for my caretaker fan album (someplace in this dark dimension. name shortened for various reasons please bear with me)

sitdd development will be tagged #ssitdotdd

f/o tag is #🍈⛏️ | its-all mine

rare extra f/o tag is #🥑🔨 | one more sunrise

(used to be let there be just one more sunrise but that felt too long. I Love The Patients - vCJD - Parts 1-4 (COMPLETE)!)

s/i tag is #🦺💣 | orange ketchup cookie

ship tag is #💣⛏️ | orangebun

imagines i like are tagged #imagines specially made in a lab for me

i occasionally make imagines too. tag for that is #😬😶‍🌫️ | world's worst imagines

silly posts involving melon bun are tagged #the funnies

possible posts about Spikes for the future will be tagged #the sun is back and put under a readmore and reblogs disabled

also fyi im Very™ shy about my selfshipping because hardly anyone cares about melon bun and other reasons so if i go haywire when i see you in my notes dont take any offense to it :b

The Prime Deluxe F/O List™

romantic:

melon bun cookie (cookie run ovenbreak)

uhhhhhhhh Xiao hong shu

queerplatonic:

captain syrup (wario land series)

gunner (former omori oc)

hot roderick (wario land shake it)

lemon cookie (cookie run ovenbreak/tower of adventures)

platonic:

aubrey (omori)

basil (omori)

bloomsday (wario land shake it)

cheese stone cookie (cookie run oc)

chortlebot (wario land shake it)

kel (omori)

pumpkin cookie (cookie run ovenbreak. yes he is an npc no i don't care.)

rollanratl (wario land shake it)

familial:

uncomfy sharing his name (cookie run kingdom; older brother & father figure)

mari (omori; older sister)

merfle (wario land shake it; pet of some sort)

sunny (omori; idk but i kin him more than anything)

enemy:

goblin cookie (cookie run ovenbreak)

the shake king (wario land shake it)

meows

[birdyaviary]

DEPLOY THE AUBREY PLAZA

[snarkysciurus]

aubrey deployed

Aubrey Plaza as Rio Vidal Agatha All Along (2024) 1.05

[mskatesharma]

bet you i’ll see stars

Anthony Bridgerton can't help but find himself lost in his wife's eyes (set post season two)

(Trying to get back into it with something short but (hopefully) sweet)

To say that Anthony Bridgerton is somewhat beholden to his wife’s eyes would be a shameful understating of the fact.

There are a number of words he could deploy in description of them; beautiful, enthralling, brilliant, mesmerising, depthless, heartbreaking, breathtaking, and yet still, somehow, every word feels inadequate; less than and incapable of truly conveying the full weight of emotion he feels whenever he is lucky enough to catch his wife’s gaze.

Her eyes can tell a hundred thousand different stories; loving and soothing ones, playful and teasing ones, passionate and vexing ones, desperate and heartbreaking ones, and Anthony wants to know every single one she has to tell.

  the rest ✨here✨ or

He knows it is one of the greatest gifts she could ever give him, that anyone could ever give him; to know her so intimately when she has guarded herself from most others. It is a gift that he is not worthy of, he knows this, but it is one he promises to be grateful of everyday, in the hope that one day, maybe, he will be able to prove that he is.

Which is why, he is sure, it is more than understandable that he is often rendered a gawking simpering fool by them. The latest instance, for example, is one gloriously sunny afternoon in September.

It is the Tuesday after their wedding, and with their family having departed for London the day before to leave the newlyweds in peace for a few days, the afternoon finds Anthony and his bride on the lawn of Aubrey Hall; a picnic blanket beneath them and the remnants of a simple lunch spread packed away in the basket provided by Mrs Anderton. It is bright, but not uncomfortably hot; Anthony’s jacket is long forgotten and his sleeves rolled up, and the warming sun on his skin is pleasant to the point of satisfaction.

It is, however, the weight of the resting head on his chest that brings him the most contentment, his wife, his soulmate; his Kate.

Her hair is loose, a fact from which he takes an inordinate amount of joy from; unbound and wild, freely available for Anthony to run his hand through the silky tresses whenever the impulse takes him, and he longs for her to never have to tie them away. Of course, her hair had not started the day like that; Kate had fashioned a plait before they had taken a ride together, only when they had stopped to let their horses rest, Anthony could not help but undo the ribbon she had used to secure the braid.

Of course, his wife’s hair had not been the only thing he had undone, and their horses had ended up resting for longer than expected, but Anthony finds he cannot conjure the necessary guilt for the unplanned delay, or any tangles his wife’s hair may have endured, especially when their interlude had resulted in a tangle of the most pleasurable kind.

They had dallied on their way back to the house, letting the horses meander between the patches of wildflowers and all the other pretty distractions on the grounds. It continued to be a marvel, truly, to simply enjoy the ride without having to consider what awaited them at its conclusion, and it is a marvel that Anthony knows both he and Kate will never take for granted.

It is why he was so eager for them to take an extended honeymoon; insistent, in fact.

He recalls the way the sun had reflected in his wife’s eyes, already alight with a mischievousness that he has come to know will mean she is about to leave him in her horse’s dust, laughter following behind that he is hopeless to in chasing, and he can’t help but have trouble recalling what exactly it was he had been afraid of when he met her; and before that even.

He’s broken from his thoughts when he hears Kate sigh as she doses on him, stirring a little when Anthony’s hand resumes its massage of her scalp, yet her body somehow relaxes even further into him.

He wishes he could lose himself in this feeling for eternity.

His hand slips from Kate’s head when she tilts it, his gaze meeting her sleepy one, and he curses the way his breath catches.

Is it to always be this way?

“Hmmmm.” She murmurs, but her eyes close and do not reopen, a deep inhale against his chest, her head resting a little heavier than it had been a moment ago. He is glad, for it gives him a moment to trace over those features that have been etching themselves into his soul from the moment their eyes first met at a distance; only now he is able to observe up close and without reproach. It has quickly become a favourite pastime; his eyes cataloguing the smooth skin, those high cheekbones and sharp jawline, the pouty lips and the tiny beauty marks that he has taken to counting anytime the urge to kiss them all overcomes him.

(It’s an urge he finds himself giving into more and more, especially since their wedding. But now that they are married, he reasons he does not need to restrain himself, Except, perhaps, when it comes to counting those beauty spots that should usually be hidden by clothing.)

The hand resting on his stomach moves towards his chest, the fabric caught between clenching fingers, and it is the only warning he has before he is greeted by the most devastating eyes he has ever come across.

He often feels underprepared; almost as though no matter how many times he sees those golden brown orbs, they will never not steal his breath, and now is no exception with them still dream-soaked and sleep-dazed with the light from the sun caught most beautifully.

He perhaps thinks he should be getting used to seeing her like this; face open and trusting, eyes chasing the sleepiness that clings to her mind, everything about her making his heart ache, and yet, he knows he never will.

He hopes he never will.

Those eyes meet his, and they crinkle in a smile, as though she knows every exact thought that passes through his mind.

In fact, she most likely does.

He tries to move his lips in speech, wanting to somehow explain the joy that swells in his chest at this moment, just like every other time he thinks about or sees her. But he can make no words, for they are trapped in his heart; too big yet not big enough to describe the enormity of just what this quiet moment means to him.

“I…”

She shushes him as she manoeuvres herself closer to him, a grin barely suppressed as her face hovers just above his. “I know; I feel it too.” Her voice is a whisper, so as to not disturb the late summer haze around them.

He feels his mouth curve gently as his skin warms under her love, and the last thing he sees before he’s overtaken by Kate once again as she leans down to kiss him, are her sunlit eyes shining with adoration, and he makes sure to store it away with the other tales he’s already collected.

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Press/Gallery: How Elizabeth Olsen Brought Marvel From Mainstream to Prestige

“The thing I love about being an actor is to fully work with someone and try so hard to be at every level with them, chasing whatever it is you need or want from them.”

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Backstage: Elizabeth Olsen grins widely over video chat when recalling many such moments on set with her co-stars. Yet, she can’t bring herself to divorce such a lofty vision of film acting from the technical multitasking it requires. The camera sees all.

“But then you move your hair, and you’re in your brain, like: OK, remember that! Because I don’t want to edit myself out of a shot. I know some actors are like, ‘Continuity, shmontinuity!’ But the good thing about continuity is, if you remember it, you’re actually providing yourself with more options for the edit.”

That need to balance being both inside the scene and outside of it, fully living it and yet constantly visualizing it on a screen, feels particularly apt in light of Olsen’s most recent project, “WandaVision.”

The mysteries at the heart of the show grow with every episode, each fast-forwarding to a different decade: Could this 1950s, black-and-white, “filmed in front of a studio audience” newlyweds bit be a grief-stricken dream? Might this ’70s spoof be a powerful spell gone awry? Could this meta take on mockumentary comedies be proof that the multiverse is finally coming to the Marvel Cinematic Universe?

The series’ structure, which branches out to include government agents intent on finding out why Westview has seemingly disappeared, calls for the entire cast to play with a mix of genres, balancing a shape-shifting tone that culminates in an epic, MCU-style conclusion. What’s key—and why the show struck a chord with audiences during its nine-episode run—is the miniseries’ commitment to grounding its initial kooky setups and its later special effects-driven spectacle in heartbreaking emotional truths. It’s no small feat, though it’s one that can often be taken for granted.

“I was thinking how hard it would have been to have shot the first ‘Lord of the Rings,’ ” Olsen muses. “Like, you’re putting all these actors [into the frame] later and at all these different levels. All the eyelines are completely unnatural. And yet the performances are fantastic! And technically, they are so hard. People forget sometimes that these things are really technically hard to shoot. And if you are moved by their performance, that took a lot of multitasking.”

As someone who has learned plenty about harnesses, wirework, fight choreography, and green screens (she’s starred in four Marvel movies, including the box office megahit “Avengers: Endgame,” after all), Olsen knows how hard it can be to wrap one’s brain around the work needed to pull off those big, splashy scenes.

“​​If you think about it, it’s, like, the biggest stakes in the entire world—every time. And that feels silly to act over and over again, especially when people are in silly costumes and the love of your life is purple and sparkly, and every time you kiss them, you have to worry about getting it on your hands. Those things are ridiculous. You feel ridiculous. So there is a part of your brain that has to shovel that away and just look into someone’s eyeballs—and sometimes, they don’t even have eyeballs!”

The ability to spend so much time with Wanda, albeit in the guise of sitcom parodies, was a welcome opportunity for Olsen. Not only did it allow the actor to really wrestle with the traumatic backstory that has long defined the character in the MCU, but having the chance to calibrate a performance that functions on so many different levels was a thrilling challenge.

“It was such an amazing work experience,” she says. “Kathryn [Hahn] uses the word ‘profound’—which is so sweet, because it is Marvel, and people, you know, don’t think of those experiences as profound when they watch them. But it really was such a special crew that [director] Matt Shakman and [creator] Jac Schaeffer created. It was a really healthy working environment.”

Related‘WandaVision’ Star Kathryn Hahn’s Secret to Building a Scene-Stealing Performance ‘WandaVision’ Star Kathryn Hahn’s Secret to Building a Scene-Stealing Performance Considering that the miniseries spans several sitcom iterations, various layers of televisual reality, and a number of character reveals that needed to feel truthful and impactful in equal measure, Shakman’s decision to work closely with his actors ahead of shooting was key.

“We truly had a gorgeous amount of time together before we started filming,” Olsen remembers. “Our goal was—which is controversial in TV land—that if you wanted to change [anything], like dialogue in a scene, you had to give those notes a week before we even got there. Because sometimes you get to set, and someone had a brilliant idea while they were sleeping, and you’re like, ‘We don’t have an hour to talk about this. We have seven pages to shoot.’ And so, we were all on the same page with one another, knowing what we were shooting ahead of time.

“Matt just treated us like a troupe of actors who were about to do some regional theater shit,” she adds with a smile.

That spirit of camaraderie was, not coincidentally, at the heart of Olsen’s breakout project, Sean Durkin’s 2011 indie sensation “Martha Marcy May Marlene.” As an introduction to the process of filmmaking to a young stage-trained actor, Durkin’s quietly devastating drama was a dream—and an invaluable learning opportunity.

“It was truly just a bunch of people who loved the script, who just were doing the work. I didn’t understand lenses, so I just did the same thing all the time. I never knew if the camera would be on me or not. There was just so much purity in that experience, and you only have that once.”

The film announced Olsen as a talent to watch: a keen-eyed performer capable of deploying a stilted physicality and clipped delivery, which she used to conjure up a wounded girl learning how to shake off her time spent in a cult in upstate New York. But Olsen admits that it took her a while to figure out how to navigate her career choices afterward. In the years following “Martha,” she felt compelled to try on everything: a horror flick here, a high-profile remake there, a period piece here, an action movie there. It wasn’t until she starred in neo-Western thriller “Wind River” (alongside fellow Marvel regular Jeremy Renner) and the dark comedy “Ingrid Goes West” (opposite a deliciously deranged Aubrey Plaza) that Olsen found her groove.

“It was at that point, when I was five years into working, where I was like, Ah, I know how I want it. I know what I need from these people—from who’s involved, from producers, from directors, from the character, from the script—in order to trust that it’s going to be a fruitful experience.”

As Olsen looks back on her first decade as a working actor, she points out how far removed she is from that young girl who broke out in “Martha Marcy May Marlene.”

“I feel like a totally different person. I don’t know if everyone who’s in their early 30s feels like their early 20s self is a totally different human. But when I think about that version of myself, it feels like a long time ago; there’s a lot learned in a decade.”

Those early years were marked by a self-effacing humility that often led Olsen to defer to others when it came to key decisions about the characters she was playing. But she now feels emboldened to not only stand up for herself and her choices but for others on her sets as well.

“[Facebook Watch series] ‘Sorry for Your Loss’ I got to produce, and I really found my voice in a collaborative leadership way. And with ‘WandaVision,’ Paul [Bettany] and I really took on that feeling, as well—especially since we were introducing new characters to Marvel and wanted [those actors] to feel protected and helped,” she says. “They could ask questions and make sure they felt like they had all the things they needed because sometimes you don’t even know what you need to ask.”

It’s a lesson she learned working with filmmaker Marc Abraham on the Hank Williams biopic “I Saw the Light,” and she’s carried it with her ever since. “I really want it to feel like we’re all in this together, as a team,” Olsen says. “That was part of ‘Sorry for Your Loss’ and it was part of ‘WandaVision,’ and I hope to continue that kind of energy because those have been some of the healthiest work experiences I’ve had.”

If Olsen sounds particularly zealous about the importance of a comfortable, working set, it is because she’s well aware that therein lies an integral part of the work and the process. As an actor, she wants to feel protected and nurtured by those around her, whether she’s reacting to a telling, quiet line of dialogue about grief or donning her iconic Scarlet Witch outfit during a magic-filled mid-air action sequence.

“Sometimes you’re going to be foolish, you know? And [you need to] feel brave to be foolish. Sometimes people feel embarrassed on set and snap. But if you’re in a place where people feel like they’re allowed to be an idiot,” she says, “you’re going to feel better about being an idiot.”

This story originally appeared in the Aug. 19 issue of Backstage Magazine. Subscribe here.

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