#directors orders

[the-silentsnake]

Sooooo...

Your radio may or may not have been tampered with recently. There's a possibility that it has by a certain somebody, but I just ain't a hundred percent sure, y'know?

Giovanni moved through his office. he'd done this routine a thousand times before anyways but it is getting close to a new year... He dusted his shelves with a practiced hand, carefully aligning each book and trinket to perfection. His desk was next, his sharp eyes catching the faintest speck of dirt he swiftly wiped away. But then, his hand hovered over the radio.

"Che disastro..."

he muttered, clicking his tongue in frustration. The damn thing was broken...cracked casing, no sound, utterly useless. He let out a sharp breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'How am I supposed to keep track of scott’s endless self-loathing or lime’s...whatever he's doing' he thought to himself

Turning, he glanced over his shoulder at the YLW Engineer lurking nearby, arching an unimpressed brow.

"Ah, well,"

he said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness,

"I could call Scott, but he’s probably busy crying into his tools. Or perhaps... you’d like to make yourself useful for once? hmm? Since you're standing there like a statue."

His tone sharpened, and he waved dismissively at the radio.

"Fix it. Or go back to whatever you were doing before I made the mistake of acknowledging your presence. Vai, muoviti. chop chop!"

[reality-detective]

Kash Patel was sworn in as FBI Director. 🤔

[crows-home]

hang on one more Nimona thing i realized. I'm so used to movies where the protagonist is inherently talented with no reason and is able to overpower the antagonists. Like, they're always unexplainably powerful and "oh wow, this person is stronger than these other people that have been training for years."

So, on my first watch, I thought that's what it was for Ballister. He fought a bunch of his fellow knights, overpowered them, disarmed the prodigy, Goldenloin.

THEN i rewatched, paid more attention, and holy shit. He's been like this since the beginning.

And then i started to notice the little things that subtly supported this.

He makes his own arm, that must take intellectual skill. He grabs a can that was about the fall off the shelf and make noise, without even looking at it.

And during the fight scene at the institute!! At first, I was like ok, typical protagonist fight scene where they overpower tons of other people. Because Plot.

But no!! the more i think about it, it's reasonable. It's established early on that Ballister is competent, he's skilled. He's very aware of things going on around him. He's able to knock out knights that around coming up behind him without looking, swiftly disable opponents.

Rewatching it always makes me go back and see these characters in a new light. So my view on Ballister went from "ah, mess of a man that's put in a tough situation. Able to do these crazy things because they're necessary to the plot." to "Oh he's competent!! That's the point!! He's still a mess but :0"

[zeroducks-2]

When I see Jason and Bruce acting like the stereotypical "prodigal son and gruff but loving father" (in canon!) my blood boils.

Jason died. Bruce did not avenge him, not even "playing by the rules", so not even by arresting the Joker. He didn't do JACK SHIT after his boy was murdered. And once Jason came back, Bruce slit his throat in order to save the life of the man who murdered him, and then left him to die in a burning building.

They should be unable to coexist in the same room let alone speak let alone have a "difficult but ultimately loving relationship". I hate you DC I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE

[autisticandroids]

CASTIEL: Stop. What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me - not love, not respect, just fear.

[youtube with closed captions]

a godstiel pity party. i'd like to thank an anon i got way back in february of 2021.

[existingingrey]

More passengers have boarded the ship. 🙄

KBR: I think the director sent a screenshot to our group chat," and added with a laugh, "It said something like, 'So, are the two of them going to kiss soon?'

LGS: "I didn’t expect Jungwoo and Sangcheol’s bromance to become so intense. At one point, I even thought, 'Are they going to kiss later?'. I started to think that they were truly 'real'.

BYH: Meeting someone like him feels both pleasant and a bit awkward and I wonder, 'Is it okay to like someone this much?'

BYH: Even though he mentioned that we weren’t close at the beginning. But to me, he was such a warm partner.

We both share these complex and mysterious emotions. If we get to crown it with the Best Couple Award, it means we'll be connected forever."

BYH: I watched the finale together with him(GJ), and the two of us connected through our eyes. If we win the award, I'll dance 'La La Land' with Go Joon.

[notmoreflippingelves]

[fighting-naturalist]

Daniel in "Resurrection"

[djzazzles]

Just finished watching all these masterpieces. Let's hope he can pull through to complete his perfect run

[rottingraisins]

Elle a chaud au cul (+ a funny)

[the-silentsnake]

Giovanni is used to the vents making thumping noises above his office, didn’t mean he enjoyed it, it’s been a while since he last heard those stupid noises but once they showed up again he groaned, grabbing a flashlight and going to investigate what in the hell was making that sound, as soon as he left the room he heard the vents open, he observes from the crack of the door, seeing a child get out of that and walk towards the chocolates he left on the counter

She looked wrong, like she is a little demon child out of a horror movie, yet she seemed… so hungry

— @namelesswildchild

"AH! OH MIO DIO- Jesu-"

Giovanni stumbled back, His grip on yhe door knob nearly slipping from his grasp as his wide eyes locked onto the figure crawling out of the vent. His heart raced, a cold sweat prickling at the back of his neck.

"Che diavolo-"

He froze in place, examining her with a mixture of fear and disbelief. The lighting from the candles and dim lighting of his office wavered as it illuminated her pale face, her unnervingly hungry gaze fixed on the chocolates. For a moment, the sight made his stomach twist uneasily, like he was staring at something out of a nightmare. but then… he noticed the small, human details...messy hair, small frame, and timid movements.

Letting out a shaky breath, he steadied himself. The tension in his shoulders eased as realization dawned on him. She was just a child...

"Ah…"

he ran a hand down his face, trying to calm his nerves, before offering her a small, cautious smile.

"You must be Emmett's little deer he's been mentioning, hm? S-sorry for the, uh, screaming."

He crouched slightly to her eye level, voice softening, slipping into a more fatherly tone.

"Come here, cara. You gave me quite the scare, sneaking around like that. Are you hungry? Is that why you're here? Go on, take the chocolates...it’s alright."

He watched her closely, concern still etched into his expression, but his tone carried warmth now.

"Let’s get you something proper to eat after, sì? No more vent-crawling...you'll get hurt, and well uh that gask mask wearing bas-...uh Emmett would never let me live that down. Unless he allows you to do so well then fine by me I suppose..."

[dailymariskahargitay]

BTS — from this weeks NEW episode ‘Children of Wolves’ directed by Mariska

[the-silentsnake]

He stayed silent for a moment, the quiet stretching before a soft chuckle escaped.

My, that's like asking a man his salary or a woman her age. Che scandalo!

There was a hint of teasing in his tone, though it faded as he leaned back, letting his gaze drift off.

But, truth be told, I've never been much of a storyteller. That’s why most of my screenplays end up in the trash. I leave the writing to the so-called 'geniuses' I hire...easier to blame them when things flop, no?

He sighed, the weight in his voice betraying a flicker of vulnerability.

Getting into GRN? Now that’s something I never expected. My life as a spy has always been... well, let’s just say it’s a game of running away...always running. From people, from places, F̴̱̺̘͎͍͓̯̲́̾͛̌̀̊̄̋͐͊͗̊͝r̷̛̐̋͌̊̕͝ͅò̵̺̭͙̰̦͍͇̮͇̦͇̼̎̅̇͑ͅm̶͎̭̥̫͔̞̪̳̉̆͐̋̈́̏̔̓͘͝ ̸̛̳̥͙̠̞̯͐̑͂͌̈͜͝͝m̴̱̱̖̥̪̼̓̇̋̿̏̿̏͌̽̄̈́̓̊͘͜͝y̵̩̌̄̆̂̂͊̈͘͜ş̶̢̛̞̻̬̫̲͙̖̖́̌̂̂̅͑̆̈̑͘͘͘̕e̴̮̫̻͖̟̘̼̻͇̰̜͙͋͐̇̅͂ͅļ̴̡̞̱͔͓̖̞̲͔̮̜̝̓ͅf̵̨̨̨̣͎̼̯̦̻̣͙͎̭̍́̄̒̆̈́͆͊͑̂͆̕̚̕͝, even... And the trick? Always think two steps ahead of everyone... Always.

He gave a slight shrug, as if dismissing the weight of his words, though his tone lingered with something deeper.

I've played this role for so long, you know. Even before I joined a Team. Being a spy? It’s not just my job...it’s my life. Always pretending, always performing, always watching my back.

He paused, his smirk faint but tired.

But, ah... that's a story for another time, I suppose. Too heavy for tonight. Wouldn’t want to bore you with all my dramatics...

He moved towards venya. not really saying anything as he stepped around the Soldier before lowering himself onto the grass beside him...though not without a twist. Unlike venya whos laying down, he tugged the edge of the others jacket underneath him, shielding himself from the disgusting damp earth. He sat with his knees drawn up to his chest, arms lazily slung over them

as much as he wants to take in the moment. He already has his Dr. Martens, 1461 Smooth Leather Oxford Shoes (in white) dirty from stepping on the grass and mud to even get here. and he wont risk getting his GG cotton faille jacket (in green. obviously) dirty as well...though it already has, considering hes wearing A SOLDIERS jacket. he shudders at the thought, wondering 'who knows where he even got this from

Mm. I suppose

he began, his tone carrying its usual detachment, but the facade faltered...his eyes, typically sharp and guarded, soften ever so slightly, their edges smoothed by something unspoken... something almost...at ease

there is something to what you are saying. The quiet... the solitude... I can see how it would appeal to someone like you...

He tilted his head up slightly, eyes skimming the stars above, though his posture made it unclear whether he was looking at them or through them.

But, to me? It is simply dots in the sky. Bright, yes....distant, untouchable, and... well, there.

He flicked a hand vaguely toward the vast expanse with a shrug seeming like he was trying too hard to sound unimpressed. There was a beat of silence before his gaze shifted to Venya briefly, a small crack peeked through the facade

...But I suppose there are worse ways to pass the time.

the man he rested his chin against his knees, his smirk faint, but barely visible in the dim light. Even without looking at the soldier again, there was a quiet understanding to his presence, a subtle acknowledgment that this moment, perhaps, wasn’t as meaningless as he pretended.

Ĝ̶̱̘̋̐̀̂̋̌̅̍̈̽̏̀͠͝i̶̛̭̖̱̠̣̜͙̲̱̣̅̀̓̑̑̈́̌́̚͘͝͠͝ͅo̶̢̱͌̆͆͌̀͋͝v̴̦͈̹͓̱͉̥̳̘̇̂͗͛á̵̢̛̩͓̯̬̰͓̰̠̟͒̀͌̽͆́͋͐͗̓̂͜n̴̼̬̮̅͛̍́̈́n̷̬̲̗̤̹̏̎͘̚ǐ̷̹̗̘̖̊̌̌̔́͆ and the other sat in silence. though there was none of the usual hate sort of tension between the two...no...it was simply just silence and pure calming bliss

@silent-grn-snake

*He splayed his arms out to his sides, took in a deep breath and sighed. He kept his eyes up at the sky, in fear that if he even glanced over at the Spy the steel-grey stare would make him just disappear, like an old myth he heard somewhere in the past.

He smiled a bit when the other sat down to join him. Despite all his reservations about his attire and reputation and such, he'd decided to have this moment; Giovanni he had decided to spend this time with him specifically.

Venya listened intently to every word, and waited until that comfortable silence had settled for a bit to speak his own.*

(Mmm-hmm. Worse ways.)

*He couldn't help but turn his head so he was looking at the Spy. If he were risking some imaginary danger in his brain with that, so be it.*

You know, it's kind of silly but... *Another deep breath, to collect his thoughts.*

...When I first learned to rocket jump, my aim was to reach the stars. Of course, not literally — they're too far away for that — but I wanted to be closer. To know them. To figure out how... how they do it, you know, how they can be so distant and yet be there in the first place.

I think one time when practicing I tried to take my camera with me, see if I could get a good shot of the — I think Orion's belt that time? —from up in the sky. Of course, it didn't turn out any good since I was moving but...

*He drew his knees up a bit, tapping his foot on the ground gently.*

It was fun trying, and it worked out in the long run anyway. For me, at least. Maybe not for you.

[asofterutena]

(You think Mary knew?)

[theodditylacey]

been waiting in suspense and still no email to confirm if i’ve gotten in or not :(

[keychats]

Question does anyone want to write a multi chapter Barson Fic cause I have an amazing idea.

Prompt /Idea Drabble /plot bunny

Due to her actions of following Elliot she has been threatened and her son as well. One night while investigating Kathy’s death they are discovered and he dies while Liv is transported to witness protection to recover. But the whole world thinks Olivia Benson is Dead , so where is Noah ? But with his Uncle Rafa . In the events of her passing she leaves her son to her best friend.

So like it could have his mom in it and discuss how him living in her house for Noah is harming his mental health .And have him be upset because he never told her . Then like on the day the trail happens and she comes back they go out for drinks have a nice moment. She goes to the bathroom and sees a person flirting with Barba and backs off, she rationalizes that caught upon the memories.

However when it comes to the home front getting reinstated not an issue coming home and Rafa / possibly dad or even papi leaving doesn’t go over well. We can even get a moment when an upset and unruly Noah says I wish you didn’t come back and yeah.

This is the plot bunny 🐰 in my head can someone please try and make this a coherent story.