#dylan o'brien 2019

[black1ndigo]

Shows/Movies to watch this Autumn

I’ll speed run through ones everyone says

🐛Glimore girls

🐛Gossip girl

🐛Teen wolf (but only season 3 like, cmon now)

🐛Buffy

🐛PLL

🐛Gossip girl

🐛Breakfast club

🐛Dead Poets Society

🐛Harry Potter (and then some marauders ff iykyk)

🐛Fantastic Mr Fox (I feel like loving this movie is one of my personality traits)

🐛 10 things I hate about you

Okay onto personal recommendations

🦋Boy meets world (I wish this show was talked about more)

🕸️Sherlock Holmes (BBC tv show)

🦋Victorious

🕸️Alchemy of Souls (October would be good for this since it has magic)

🦋Sky castle (For some reason I would say watch around Nov, don’t ask me why)

🕸️True beauty (I would say watch in Nov for some reason as well)

🦋Twenty five, twenty one (although I can imagine saving this and watching it at the end of the school year)

🕸️Skip and loafer (TOO CUTE)

🦋West Wing

🦋Frankenweenie (underrated)

🕸️Addams Family

🦋Monster House (underrated)

🕸️Little Women

🦋Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (I feel like it reminds you not to take life to seriously- great for a sick day off of school)

🕸️Halloween

🦋Enola Holmes (surprisingly good for MBB’s first job as a producer)

🕸️About Time (also reminds you of what’s important in life. Chef’s kiss. If anyone doesn’t like this film then they must not like films in general)

🦋Heathers

🕸️Juno

🦋Hunger Games

🕸️Silence of the Lambs

🦋High school musical

🕸️Hamilton

🦋Spiderman into the spideyverse (but also like tasm would be nice to watch as well)

I’m probably forgetting lots but yeah, there’s some recommendations. Have a good autumn everyone! Remember to take your vitamins and get cozy!! 🐞🖤🖤

[iloveschiaparelli]

Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes: My Love Letter Part 1

Okay okay okay SO Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes longpost time just my whole opinion/analysis/love letter for the whole film beginning with my Wes Ball backstory so skip to the Ruin screencap if you want to skim past all that.

I haven't talked about it on tumblr yet but I'm actually like a huge fat fan of the Maze Runner cinematic series directed by Wes Ball. Really I'm just a fan of Wes Ball. It not only singlehandedly got me through my first year of high school but also became the reason I ended up entering the film industry. I've watched all 3 movies at least 4-5 times each. Probably like 20-30 for Scorch Trials at this point because it's my favorite. I can quote probably at least half of it from memory. I've watched all of the BTS content that was on the DVDs + the bloopers on youtube like i was obsessed ok.

2019 was like the second worst year of my life so imagine my distress in january 2019 when I found out about Wes Ball's next movie, Mouse Guard, got Super Hyped Up for the multimillion dollar mice-with-swords movie (I eventually read some of the comics btw it's insanely good) And then within the same week found out Disney pulled the plug on the project after acquiring 20th Century Fox. TWO weeks before production was scheduled to begin. I was livid. I'm still bitter about it. Wes Ball then released the demo reel for the film to the public which iirc also had temp music.

So anyway yeah that was awful but then! I think it was later in 2020 that it was announced that Wes Ball was going to be directing the 4th POTA movie. This kicked off me seeing the original 1968 film and then the trilogy and wow did doing so increase my excitement. In my opinion Rupert Wyatt/Matt Reeves' directing styles and Wes Ball's were/are very compatible. I also took the time to get caught up on as much of Wes Ball's old projects as I could get my hands on at the time, including his animated short Ruin (screencap below). Which is fantastic BTW and apparently was purchased by Fox for a feature film that was never made (???) I swear, filmmakers have their past works splattered all over the internet like body parts after a landmine explosion: Good luck finding everything.

Now, Finally Finally FINALLY!!!!!!!! Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes is out. I meant to see it on the premier night but my boyfriend broke up with me 2 days before so I forgot. I saw it tonight instead! So now with the backstory out of the way I can finally talk about the actual movie.

First of all, the beginning of the film absolutely WOWed me!!!! It honestly feels like a callback to Ruin, the way that the buildings are overgrown and the post-apocalyptic setting is super evident and feels so delightfully reclaimed by nature. It's also really neat to see how far VFX has come since Ruin was released if you compare the opening shots of the movie with the wide shots in Ruin. Wes Ball himself is also a VFX artist, so it's really neat to see how that affects his work especially since Planet of the Apes is by nature a very vfx-heavy franchise. This movie absoutely popped off in that area but we'll get to that.

Secondly, I forgot how much I missed Ball's directing! Oh my goodness, the performances he gets out of the actors are always so authentic. I still have yet to see a performance by Dylan O'Brien that was as raw and believable as in the Maze Runner movies, and I'm like halfway through Teen Wolf already. In the action scenes especially, I love how characters in Ball's movies, you can really feel their pain. Since pain and physical discomfort aren't communicated directly through film, we often forget just how hard it is to get back up again after getting kicked down, but with Wes Ball you never forget. Ugh, when Noa was getting beat up on top of the bunker at the end of the movie, I caught myself catching my own breath when he coughed up blood. Like, yeowch!

Additionally, everything this man makes is just, like, a masterpiece? On a technical level at least. That's really the mark of a good director, whose job is not only to evoke a performance from the actors, but also to tie together the whole crew. And KOTPOTA really showed off how well the team worked together. Just the establishing shots alone in a lot of these scenes! Oh. My. Word. You can clearly see the fruits of labor of not only the concept artists, but also the VFX artists and production designers, and how they worked with the DP and actors to get the shot. Here are some examples of what I'm talking about:

There are more that I'm thinking of, but unfortunately without a digital release available yet there's a limit to the screencaps that I'm able to obtain. The shot where Noa is walking up the escalator following Raka and you see the plane in the background indicating that Raka lives in an airport is one of them. There's also one or two establishing shots in nature that just show off the setting. The opening shots, of course. And then the shot where it pans up and you see Eagle Village for the first time. There's also an aerial of Proximus Caesar's camp, but I'm unable to find that one as well. The main one I want to look at is the telescope.

Just, like, Hello???? It looks like an art piece. This screencap is a little closer in than I'd like, but in the full frame you can see the absolute mastery of composition that it is, you can totally imagine it as a painting. Which in my experiences usually means there's a painting behind it somewhere in the process, lol. Let's go concept artists!!! But then you see how the colors are just, perfectly balanced, the plant growth is realistic and accentuating the set, and so on and so forth. It was just absolutely breathtaking to see for the first time. I'm pretty sure I audibly gasped. I did a lot of stimming during this movie just to stay quiet and not start babbling about the film pipeline to my father in theater auditorium.

Even more magic happens when Noa steps onto the set, and starts messing with the telescope. Suddenly it's real, it's tangible, it's touchable. Transforming what was likely a matte painting at one point into a set that the actors can interact with, and then into a shot where almost everything is overlaid with VFX, and having it look so real like that is truly magic.

The ship also had me dumbstruck, but slightly less so because we saw a similar setting in The Maze Runner: The Death Cure in 2018. Although it was slightly different for sure. What had me going even more in this movie was how much the characters interacted with the ship, moving in and around it, and trading glances with one another from on the ground and up inside. In TMR:DTC, you really only see the decrepit ships in the background, and one is referenced as a plot point but the characters never actually physically interact with any of them. So it's much easier for our brains to categorize the ships as gimmicks to help us believe the scene.

It's when props like these are woven into the scene as tangible objects that our brains start to shut up about the CGI and really start to believe what's happening onscreen! and KOTPOTA did an amazing job at this. Please bear in mind like, I literally have zero specialization in VFX, it's not my field and although I draw, I've never done concept art for film. I honestly believe that I'm simply in an appropriate level of awe for what this film accomplished.

The other thing that amazed me was how stylized the setting was. The greenery was so green, the ocean felt like a painting, the ship was red, the telescope shot is very, very blue. Several of the shapes used in the ape's costume design are simplified. And yet, despite the stylization, it never feels cartoony or polygonal, it still feels completely grounded in reality, and I could really believe I'd see it in real life. I think this owes partly to the fact that we rarely inspect any of these simplified items at a close distance, aside from Raka's necklace which appears to be made of either bone or whittled wood. It also owes to absolute geniuses in color grading that kept the stylized colors realistic enough for our brains to believe. Overall I'd take the visual style of the film to be Impressionist. I love impressionism.

My main interest in filmmaking is writing/directing. However, most of my experience lies in costume design (Student films rarely need costume "design" so its usually coordination) and production design. As a result I spent a good deal of my time watching KOTPOTA zeroed in on the production design.

I love post-apocalyptic science-fiction/fantasy worlds like this partly precisely because of how much you can learn from the production design alone. When Mae enters Trevathan's room for the first time I swear I was eating it up. Every single prop in this movie was carefully thought out by the PD, which is why his room absolutely stood out from the rest of the setting that we had seen up to that point. It was distinctly "human-centric" as opposed to the rest of the movie. I remember seeing it in the theater earlier today, laying eyes first on the bed by the door, thinking that it must be something they set up for Mae, but then wondering why or how the apes would know or want to set up a human-style bed for Mae when we're so many generations removed from human-dominated society.

Next it was on many miscellaneous table objects, thinking to myself "That looks like how a human would treat a space. Apes are generally too big to decorate at that scale." and then my eyes roved on to the furniture, seeing a human-sized table, human-sized chair, human-sized junk everywhere! Slowly, by observing the room, I gained a stronger and stronger sense of "there is another human here," which upon observing the rows and rows of books became "a smart human like Mae, who unlike her can read" (Remember at this point we still believed that Mae and her mother were the only smart humans that Mae had known growing up, and that she had been pursuing the opportunity to meet other smart humans and join them).

It was only upon the instant of realizing that this was a smart human that Trevathan spoke and appeared on the stairs. It was absolutely perfect timing. THIS, guys, is exceptional production design. It was honestly my absolute favorite piece of production design in the entire film, especially because of how much it contrasted what we've become used to seeing in the series as humans have diminished in population and apes and nature have taken over the space instead.

That exact sense of change or "otherness", that noticeability of contrast upon seeing what is honestly a pretty "normal" human space if you look at it in the context of our existing society, is only present because of how well PD treats the rest of the movie. In order to make a completely normal space feel strange, you have to change literally every other space to something alien but consistent with itself. And KOTPOTA does just that. The job was begun in the original trilogy, with the decline of humanity depicted across decades, nature taking over the gas station and the dam and even the city. But this movie had the biggest challenge because of simply how many years had passed before the story even began. Society as we know it today is completely and totally obliviated in KOTPOTA's setting. In every set that the characters interacted with in any way, PD had to fabricate a space where humans had been but the virus, decades of decay and post-apocalyptic living, and ape encroachment had transformed it.

This also brings me into the subject of the rich culture we see emerging in the world of the apes through this movie. The original trilogy, especially the first and second film, was all about the ape's identity. In the first film Caesar wonders whether he is human or ape, and whether apes are pets or equals to humans. He eventually comes to the realization that humans are never going to look out for apes the way that apes will and decides to become that person. In the second film, Caesar and the other characters involved have to figure out what being an ape means. Does it mean strength is power? That humans are always an enemy to defeated? Or a similar species to live alongside? It's about establishing what the ape race's relationship is to the human race. The third film I didn't get to rewatch before seeing KOTPOTA, but iirc it was about whether humans and apes could ever coexist, which is a theme we see continued in this movie, albeit in a slightly different way. Either that or more likely it was about whether apes will repeat the same mistakes as humans.

Anyway, I digress. In the script we already see a rich culture emerging in hints, right from the start of the movie. It's in the hunt for the eagle eggs at the beginning with mentions of some kind of coming-of-age ceremony, followed by Noa reminding Anaya and Soona that they must "leave one egg always. It is the law." Already in the first five minutes we've established that this particular ape civilization not only has cultural traditions surrounding youth and coming-of-age, but also rituals and laws surrounding their relationship with and the conservation of nature. And through dialogue we extrapolate that these apes have bonded animals (eagles). It honestly felt like a crossover between Native American Indian hunting practices and How To Train Your Dragon, which is wild I know. (Also can we talk about how the eagles in this movie actually made eagle sounds???? And not falcon sounds! Finally we're breaking the bad habit of making up animal noises to sound cooler when the original already sounded super cool by itself.)

So in just a few minutes guys!! We already have so much. Then the trio heads back to the village and has their first encounter with the Echoes (Ekos? If anyone could get spelling on that for me that would be fantastic) but are too afraid (or law-bound) to get too close to or cross through the tunnel "into the valley below". So through these we establish that there is a taboo around not just humans but also around leaving the village. The clan has taken an isolationist approach wherein they not only forbid their young clan members from leaving but also withhold information about the outsiders from them until they've come of age. Guys the cultural system arising here is absolutely wild. Like sorry not sorry but I eat this stuff up. (Screenwriters-- this is prime example material of "show don't tell")

There's also all of the ape social communication rules that we've already gotten used to, mainly a variation of the palm-up/palm-down gesture as a means of showing respect (submission) and asking for permission/approval.

In this movie however the hands are mostly closed and the palms are down for the sub as well as the ape they're seeking approval from, as opposed to the trilogy in which the submitting ape always had their palm up. At first I chalked this up to cultural differences among clans since we learned that this clan is not the clan descended from Caesar's apes in the trilogy, but then Caesar's descendants were doing it this way too? So I don't really know what to make of it but I'm going to decide that it's just global cultural evolution (at least, as global as the real-world evolution of Old English into modern English).

Through the production design of the beginning sequence in Eagle Village, we see that the eagles catch fish and then the vast quantities of fish and the smokehouse indicate that fish caught by the eagles are the main source of food for the Eagle Clan. We also see feathers as a motif throughout, worn especially by the parents and the elders as a sign of social status (we know it's social status bc Sylva rips it off of one of the elders as an intimidation tactic and everyone audibly gasps, indicating it worked). That last bit is honestly more costume design, they popped off too but one thing at a time or I'm going to become incomprehensible. I will repeat myself. It is inevitable.

Then throughout the film we learn that not only do they adhere strictly to the "law", but that that law is set by the elders alone. We also learn that they primarily relate to their eagles by singing to them which!!! is just!!!! so!!! metal!!! I love it. The way it plays into the end scene with Proximus just AGHRGHJHRHGR GROWL BARK BARK FERAL NOISES>

ahem

Also we see them building nests at home for their eagles and they've figured out falconry tools for the aerie and everything on their own like??

Then in contrast we see what's left of Caesar's clan, it's descendants. Proximus Caesar, we learn later from Trevathan, has gone completely fangirl over the ancient roman empire and decided to emulate it because "he likes it" and it makes him "feel good" (yeah he's probably the most textbook tyrant I've ever seen in media), choosing to morph Caesar's teachings into his own new worldview rather than adhering to them properly.

So the culture of Caesar's clan is very heavily roman-influenced, often copying practices outright such as the insitution of slavery, a lot of the fashion choices and even the way that banners are put up around the camp and the way that Proximus dines at a low-set table filled with an overabundance of food. And he has a throne and crown, and there are roman numerals inscribed on both his and Sylva's necklaces. But we still see influences of Caesar's original society, most noticeably the persistence of the window symbol and the architecture of the dam. The architecture wouldn't be significant at all, instead being noted as a stylistic choice for the whole series, if it weren't for the fact that it's different from Eagle Clan's architecture.

If Eagle Village resembles those spaghetti bridges that engineers build for class, with thatched roofs, then the dam at Caesar Clan's camp is much more brutalist by comparison. Eagle Clan was very spindly and focused on height and lightness of building materials: many of the logs were thinner and longer, more spaced out, and sometimes rounded at the ends. By contrast, Caesar Clan's dam is built with stumpier logs, closer together, and spiked at the top. The dam is also shored up with soil and other materials. Which yeah, is typical of beaver dams but is also typical of the structures in the original Caesar's village in the trilogy.

Unfortunately, there's only one image currently available of Eagle Village and it's after it was burned down. But you can still see how it differs from Caesar's village, instead of being chaotic it's more organized, allowing for a more lightweight structure.

This (below) is the closest I could get to having a picture of the dam's architecture, but you can still tell how it's more similar to OG Caesar's architecture than it is to Eagle Clan's, even though it's using a completely different building material (scrap metal instead of hewn trees).

Eagle Clan's architecture is also a further effect of how their society revolves around making a life bond with eagles, which are flying creatures. So of course they would be inclined to taller structures, especially ones that are more lightweight and have structural patterns, imitating the way that birds are built (see above).

I'll continue in part 2 as a reblog because it's 1 am and I'm running out of steam but YALL I need you to understand: It's been 6 years since the last time I had a Wes Ball film to overanalyze and rave about. I have SO MUCH to say about this film.

[sunsetchicane]

all things sunsetchicane.

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addi | she/her | 19 | canadian-american

you can call me addi, ads - whatever your heart desires (keep it kind tho pls lol)! i am a part-time barista, full-time worrier. i'm a lover of all things formula one, taylor swift, and kpop (specifically stray kids). my formula one team is mclaren, and my favourite drivers are oscar piastri, max verstappen, the 2019 rookies, sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, and yuki tsunoda! my skz bias is bang chan, and my bias wreckers are literally the rest of the group, but especially hyunjin (i'm a sucker for an artist ig ig).

🎵 currently playing 🎵: Lullaby by The Chicks

hellooooooo beautiful people!

you can call me elle! [she/her | 19 | american | spreading awareness for the directionally challenged]

to boil down my existence into three favorite things: the great outdoors, art in all its many shapes and forms, and dylan o'brien on the 2014 maze runner press tour.

my truests and deepest loves are formula one and one direction. my favorite member of 1d is niall horan [i'm a lover!] my f1 team is ferrari, and my favorite drivers are charles leclerc, max verstappen, sebastian vettel, carlos sainz, and all three of the 2019 rookies [alex albon, george russell, and lando norris].

🎵 currently playing 🎵: Ends of the Earth by Lord Huron

xoxo forza ferrari, sempre ;)

[asterias-record-shop]

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

Hello again!! Just thought I'd update the characters that I write for! Here is my main masterlist! If you don't see someone listed you want to request a fic for, just send me an ask and I'll let you know if I write for them! copy and pasted from my 'recording live' main post, soon to be up!

my favorite characters to write for are marked with ***

K-POP

STRAY KIDS

Bang Chan***

Han***

Changbin***

Felix

Hyunjin

Seungmin

I.N.

Lee Know

ATEEZ

Seonghwa***

San***

Mingi***

Hongjoong

Wooyoung***

Jongho

Yunho

Yeosang

For the K-POP groups, I'm not like deep in the fandoms - I listen and love their music, but I'm not deep in it (a little deep in the Fandom of Stray Kids, but y'know). I didn't list BTS because I don't really listen to much of them.

MARVEL

Peter Parker***

Bucky Barnes***

TASM! Peter Parker***

Loki

Thor

Pietro Maximoff***

Kraven the Hunter*** (this man is so fine, bad boys need love and shit just fuck me-)

Dave Lizewski*** (Kick-Ass is owned by Marvel)

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Miguel O'Hara

DC

Jason Todd*** (Titans)

Dick Grayson*** (Titans)

Gar Logan*** (Titans)

Conner Kent (Titans)

Damian Wayne

Barry Allen (The Flash series)

THE HUNGER GAMES (2012-2015)

Finnick Odair***

Peeta Mellark

Cato Hadley

TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)

please request for Bradley Bradshaw, I fucking love that man-

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw***

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

SCREAM VI (2023)

Ethan Landry

DYLAN O'BRIEN CHARACTERS

Stiles Stilinski*** (Teen Wolf 2011-2017)

Void! Stiles*** (Teen Wolf 2011-2017)

Richie Boyle (The Outfit 2022)

Mitch Rapp (American Assassin 2017)

CRIMINAL MINDS (2005-)

Spencer Reid***

Luke Alvez

Matt Simmons

WEDNESDAY (2022)

Wednesday Addams (No smut!)

TARON EGERTON CHARACTERS

Eggsy Unwin (The Kingsman Series 2015-)

Robin Hood (Robin Hood 2018)

Jimmy Keene (Blackbird Series 2022)

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (2019–2023)

Five Hargreeves***

Ben Hargreeves

DIVERGENT SERIES

Tobias (Four) Eaton

Peter

HARRY POTTER

Theodore Knott***

Mattheo Riddle***

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black***

Lorenzo Birkshire***

COD (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare)

Simon “Ghost” Riley

König

THE LAST OF US (2022-)

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

MISCELLANEOUS

Dorn*** (Bad Boys for Life 2020)

Owen Hendricks (The Recruit 2022)

Derek Hale (Teen Wolf 2011-2017)

Seth Clearwater*** (Twilight 2008-2012)

Benjamin (Twilight 2008-2012)

Seth (Day Shift 2022)

Tyler Rake*** (Extraction & Extraction 2 - 2020 & 2023)

Arvin Russell*** (The Devil All the Time 2020)

Luke Marrow (Purple Hearts 2022)

Tangerine*** (Bullet Train 2022)

Ken Sato*** (Ultraman: Rising 2024)

Luke Castellan*** (Percy Jackson and the Olympians 2023)

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[dreamingaboutsakuratrees]

Things, people and topics I have or have had a hyperfixation on with little to no explanation, an ongoing list:

Boku no hero academia - The characters and how they interact. I could not care less about canon.

Harry Potter - Fuck JK.

DC - I started watching Arrow without knowing it was a multiverse nor that it was DC. Fell fast and fell hard.

Batfam - Do not confuse with DC. Again, I could not care less about canon.

Jason Todd and Tim Drake.

Criminal minds - I have watched the 15 seasons. Five times and counting. In several languages, for shits and giggles.

Spencer Reid.

BTS - this hyperfixation ended around 2019 but I still know the fan chant by heart.

Stray Kids - my freaking MOM got me into SKZ. Now I have a tattoo of a compass and would sell an organ (mine or otherwise) to meet Bang Chan.

Korean convenience store TikTok compilations

Cleaning TikTok compilations

Fridge/pantry restock TikTok compilations

Desk/stationery organization TikTok compilations

Percy Jackson - I read books 1-10 and I'm too scared to read the rest because if I start then they'll end and I don't want it to end.

The Maze Runner - Intense but short lived hyperfixation. The movies still sting.

The Hunger Games - It's been an on-and-off hyperfixation since the books first came out. I've read them 5 times in Spanish and English. Every time feels like the first.

Snakes.

Swords and knives.

Gravity Falls.

The Folk of the Air - I would sell my soul to both Cardan and Jude and would give literally anything to read it for the first time again.

Sanrio.

Spy x Family.

Spiderman - Specifically Tom Holland's Peter Parker and itsv's Miles Morales.

Danganronpa.

Yuri!!! On Ice - where the hell is Ice Adolescence Mappa. Where are my emotional support gays.

Genshin Impact - not anymore and the mere thought of playing again makes me shiver. I was really really close to developing a gambling problem with the gacha.

The Promised Neverland.

Stiles Stilinski - not Teen Wolf, not Dylan O'Brien. Stiles.

Six: The Musical and Heathers: The Musical - Putting them together because it's not the musicals or the stories themselves, rather three or four songs I listen to on repeat for hours every couple of months and then forget exist.

Big Hero 6.

Fullmetal alchemist.

This list is not over.

[blueeyedbesson]

Celebrity Roleplay Character

Abigail Noel Demko

Younger sister of Thatcher Demko

Age: 26

Career: Actress (Voice/Live Action) & Singer (side hustle)

Love Interests:

Quinn Hughes

Zach Beeken (ex; 3 years)

Joe Keery (ex; 4 months)

Other Exes:

Dylan O'Brien (8 months) Hayden Christensen (6 month secret sexual relationship) Cameron Boyce (5 years)

Filmography:

Teen Wolf (season 2; 2011) American Heist (2014) Superstore (seasons 1-2; 2015-2016) Stranger Things (season 3; 2019) Outer Banks (season 1-present; recurring; 2020-present) Halloween Kills (2021) The Summer I Turned Pretty (season 1-present; 2022-present) Five Nights At Freddy's 2 (TBA) Scream 7 (TBA)

Discography:

Singles

Pretty Girl Debbie Downer (with Penelope Bacon) That Part After We Broke Up (with Dylan Arnold) exes (with Penelope Bacon) greedy Stupid In Love (with Garrett Nichols) Mr. Jones Love Me Better Here's To Us think later knowing you exist butterflies (with Zach Beeken)

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Inner Circle

Penelope Bacon: through skeet ulrich. he is the god father to both of them Quinn Hughes: at an event for the canucks right after quinn got drafted Brock Boeser: through thatcher Jack Hughes: through quinn Luke Hughes: through jack

Enemies

D'Amelio Family: incredibly rude Pete Davidson: never liked him and always got a sinister vibe from him Kardashians & Jenner: they think they're up on high horses or something

Other Facts - skeet ulrich is her godfather - wants to star in more horror movies - grew up playing hockey with thatcher and almsot became a skater - treats luke like a brother & has a love/hate relationship with jack, like real siblings - studies architecture in free time - had a crush on ben feldman

Less Than 5 Dates -Drew Starkey (3 dates) -Dylan Arnold (4 dates) -Josh Hutcherson (4 dates) -Garrett Nichols (1 date) -Mason Gooding (2 dates) -Ross Butler (3 dates) -Nico Hischier (2 dates) -Jack Hughes (half date; was a group date & they got ditched by their dates but finished the night together anyway)

@captainboomaray

[uglypastels]

So I see you’ve had your blog since 2019, what other fandoms did you write for? (If u did)

i started writing fics in 2015??? and it were some horribly shit youtuber fics on wattpad.

then i very briefly ventured off into harry potter, literally one or two about the weasley twins (x reader) and a sirius black one shot i think.

then on my previous blog i wrote some 5sos fics, dabbled in a riverdale fic 💀, and Teen Wolf- which was just Stiles and then also Dylan O'Brien.

soon after that i started this blog which had mostly just been MCU (99% peter parker) and Tom Holland and co. under which i will also include the Irregulars because of Harrison Osterfield

I had written a steve fic back in... whenever season 2 came out, so i guess that's always been a thing but i hadn't properly written for ST until last summer :))))

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Maze Runner su Netflix: 5 curiosità che forse non sapevate sulla trilogia di Wes Ball

Maze Runner - Il labirinto, Maze Runner: La fuga e Maze Runner - La rivelazione sono tutti e tre disponibili su Netflix e hanno scalato velocemente la Top 10. Siamo andati a scovare qualche aneddoto sui film diretti da Wes Ball.

Stiamo diventando davvero vecchi? Sono passati 10 anni da Maze Runner - Il labirinto, primo film della fortunata trilogia cinematografica tratta dall'omonima saga di romanzi sci-fi per ragazzi di James Dashner, seguito da Maze Runner: La fuga e Maze Runner - La rivelazione. Ora che tutte e tre le pellicole sono disponibili sul servizio streaming per antonomasia, ci sembra l'occasione perfetta per fare un recap sul dietro le quinte della realizzazione dei film.

Maze Runner - Il labirinto: una scena corale del film

Ma di cosa parla Maze Runner? Narrata in ordine non cronologico, la trama della trilogia racconta come la Terra sia stata devastata da una serie di Eruzioni Solari che hanno portato con loro l''epidemia di una grave malattia contagiosa, chiamata l'Eruzione, che porta alla totale follia e morte di chi viene infettato. All'inizio della storia facciamo la conoscenza del protagonista Thomas, imprigionato nella Radura, da cui dovrà cercare di uscire.

1. Punto di partenza… e di arrivo

Maze Runner - Il labirinto: Dylan O'Brien in una scena del film

La saga letteraria di Maze Runner sembra non avere fine oltre ad essere il punto di partenza dei film di Wes Ball. James Dashner infatti oltre alla trilogia principale composta dai romanzi omonimi, Il labirinto (2009), La fuga (2010) e La rivelazione (2011), ha scritto due prequel, La mutazione (2012) e Il codice (2016). Ci sono anche un libro complementare, The Maze Runner Files (2013), e uno spin-off, The Crack Palace, ambientato durante gli eventi del terzo libro ed incentrato sulle vicissitudini di Newt in seguito alla separazione dai compagni. Esiste anche un sequel, Il veliero del labirinto (2021), che dovrebbe formare il primo capitolo di una nuova trilogia sequel, ambientata 73 anni dopo La rivelazione.

2. Promising Young Cast

Maze Runner - Il labirinto: una scena tratta dal film fantascientifico

La trilogia cinematografica di Maze Runner ha avuto davvero parecchio successo rispetto ad altre storie ambientate in un futuro distopico sul grande schermo degli anni 2000. I numeri al botteghino mondiale infatti parlano di 348 milioni di dollari per il primo film, 312 milioni per il secondo e 288 milioni per il terzo. Grazie al successo, i suoi giovani e promettenti interpreti sono stati lanciati insieme alle proprie carriere: il poker protagonista, composto da Dylan O'Brien, Kaya Scodelario, Thomas Brodie-Sangster e Will Poulter, fu trionfatore all'epoca ai Teen Choice e agli MTV Movie Awards, i premi più vicini alle produzioni audiovisive per target giovane. Eppure proprio Dylan O'Brien inizialmente venne scartato dal regista Wes Ball poiché la sua folta chioma gli ricordava troppo lo stile di Teen Wolf, la serie di cui era co-protagonista in quegli anni. Una foto del ragazzo coi capelli corti fu galeotta quando finì per caso nelle mani del cineasta, che tornò sui propri passi a patto che il giovane attore leggesse in solamente quattro giorni il primo romanzo per prepararsi al ruolo. Oggi possiamo vedere l'interprete in Love and Monsters su Netflix ma non nel film sequel di Teen Wolf, al quale non ha preso parte.

Maze Runner - Il labirinto: Kaya Scodelario in una scena nei panni di Teresa

Sempre sulla piattaforma, Kaya Scodelario (Teresa) è invece divenuta co-protagonista accanto a Theo James di The Gentlemen, la serie di Guy Ritchie tratta dal suo omonimo film dl 2019 - oltre che nel quinto capitolo della saga di Pirati dei Caraibi - mentre all'epoca venne presa grazie alla propria interpretazione in Skins. Thomas Brodie-Sangster, visibile su Netflix anche ne La regina degli scacchi accanto ad Anya Taylor-Joy, è anche nel cast della miniserie Pistol nei panni dell'anarchico agente della band e protagonista del serial The Artful Dodger nel ruolo del personaggio titolare, il Jack Dawkins di Oliver Twist di cui è sequel e spin-off: lui si propose sia per il ruolo di Gally che per quello di Newt, ma ottenne alla fine quest'ultimo e, a differenza del co-star, non ha mai letto i libri originari.

Will Poulter in Maze Runner - Il labirinto

Il ruolo di Gally andò invece a Will Poulter, protagonista di un'altra saga fantasy per ragazzi, Le cronache di Narnia, molto più sfortunata al cinema e che potrebbe avere una seconda vita in streaming proprio su Netflix nei prossimi anni. Oltre che come protagonista dell'esperimento interattivo di Black Mirror sulla piattaforma, Bandersnatch, Poulter è in Midsommar, è diventato Adam Warlock nel Marvel Cinematic Universe e figura nel cast di Dopesick e come special guest star della seconda stagione di The Bear. C'è infine chi è arrivato al limite dello stalking: Blake Cooper riempì di messaggi il profilo Twitter di Wes Ball per convincerlo a dargli il ruolo di Chuck, e alla fine lo ottenne.

3. Special Training… o forse no

Maze Runner: La fuga, una scena d'azione tratta dal film

Il giovane cast venne scelto senza accertarsi delle loro capacità fisiche da parte della produzione. Vennero quindi mandati in una vera e propria sfida di sopravvivenza in mezzo alla natura: costruirsi strumenti utili a cavarsela e per ripararsi dalla pioggia, insomma entrare in un vero e proprio survival mood, anche se supervisionati. Tra i potenziali pericoli, ben 25 specie di serpenti velenosi e addirittura letali. I produttori scoprirono così che gli interpreti non necessitavano di ulteriore training fisico per iniziare le riprese. Nonostante questo, Kaya Scodelario che voleva immergersi completamente nel ruolo di Teresa, prese lezioni per conto proprio, senza voler utilizzare controfigure nelle pellicole. A Thomas Brodie-Sangster invece serviva l'abilità di zoppicare con naturalezza per Newt e gli venne un'idea geniale, degna dello scienziato che ha ispirato il nome del suo personaggio: mettersi dei sassolini nella scarpa.

4. In Nomen Omen

Maze Runner - La rivelazione: Dylan O'Brien, Thomas Brodie-Sangster e Ki Hong Lee in una scena del film

A proposito di ispirazioni, In Nomen Omen dice il detto, ed effettivamente i nomi dei protagonisti della saga letteraria (e quindi del franchise cinematografico) non sono stati scelti a caso ma intendono omaggiare personaggi storici realmente esistiti e divenuti celebri per aver portato delle importanti innovazioni e scoperte all'interno del proprio campo, come la scienza, la matematica, la fisica e la filosofia. Tra questi citiamo: l'inventore Thomas Edison per il protagonista maschile, Madre Teresa per la protagonista femminile, Isaac Newton per Newt, il nostro Galileo per Gally, l'evoluzionista Charles Darwin per Chuck, Albert Einstein per Alby, il Primo Ministro inglese Winston Churchill per Winston e il Padre Fondatore Benjamin Franklin per Ben.

5. Ispirazione cinematografica

Dylan O'Brien con il regista Wes Ball sul set di Maze Runner - Il labirinto

Quali film hanno ispirato Wes Ball tanto per il primo capitolo quanto per i suoi sequel Maze Runner: La Fuga e Maze Runner - La rivelazione? Due sono le ispirazioni cinematografiche solo apparentemente antitetiche, ma forse complementari. Da un lato Steven Spielberg che ha cresciuto molti di noi con i suoi film di formazione e d'avventura, principalmente col suo cult Jurassic Park, che ha avuto sequel e spin-off a sua volta. Dall'altro Terrence Malick, legato nella sua filmografia alla natura e una visione di cinema tra il naturalistico e l'ancestrale e forse proprio per questo legato alle tematiche di Maze Runner. Ball dichiarò che si fece una maratona di tutte le pellicole di Malick prima di iniziare a girare.

[foxantoine]

4, 6, 15, 16 🍿

already answered 4, 15 and 16 🔮 BUT...

6. A film you wish you hadn’t watched? --- "Wounds" (2019), the one with Armie Hammer... like literally what was that film!? or "American Assassin" (2017) i watched when i was in my Dylan O'Brien era... like i wasn't thinking with my head for sure...

film asks 💌

[marinbel]

I've noticed a lot of people just kinda pick their favorite birthday option and roll with it lol. I've seen some use Dylan O'Brien's birthday (Aug 26th), some put it in October or December if they want it close to Halloween or Christmas, I think I've seen some put it in January too, but a definitive day I've also seen is April 8th

(I cannot remember exactly where I found this, I think it was on some Teen Wolf calendar back in the day or a book??? Not for sure though. I only joined the fandom late 2019 and got my sources from exploring old fandom posts from like 2013-ish ahah. Also those properties, while attached to the official media, I've heard are technically not exactly canon so you can take that info with a grain of salt I suppose)

Personally I use April 8th because when I looked it up that was kind of the first I found floating around that felt the most official. And because, honestly, that makes him an Aries and Stiles is 100% an Aries to me so of course!

TL;DR, I don't think there's an ✨official✨ birthday for Stiles on record, so you're kinda free to pick whichever birthday you like best for him

When is Stiles' birthday?

I've been researching it aaaaaand I'm getting conflicting results??

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📲 | A new/old video of Dylan O'Brien while playing at an Arcade in Australia during his free time filming #MonsterProblemsMovie with his costars last year!

↠ @jhenwick 's Instastory.

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DC girlies (gender neutral) we're winning

[onlydylanobrien]

Dylan O'Brien dancing at the Variety and Youtube party during Comic Con in San Diego, California. (July 19th, 2019)

🎥©: miranda.lang on TikTok

[writingsbychlo]

holiday parties | dave hodgman

word count; 8239

summary; dave needs saving from some awkward situations at a holiday party, and an old acquaintance might just be able to help out.

notes; this is the new years special for 2019!

warnings; smut.

If there was one thing Dave hated, it was Christmas parties. Dressing up to see the whole family, ridiculous Christmas songs and presents with cheesy decorations. Always being seated at the kids table so the adults could sit around and drink wine, with nobody his age in attendance.

 He couldn’t think of anything worse, if he was honest. 

That was, until his mother had announced that the block’s annual Christmas party would be gaining a few more guests and a different location. Try forty more guests and a local restaurant. The local block had decided to have a gathering, which came to include the surrounding blocks too. This, in turn, has resulted in someone he didn’t know volunteering their restaurant on Christmas Eve, after it closed for the night, to hold the celebration.

 He’d barely been able to hold his tongue through the announcement his mother had made, and he was sure he would bite through it when she’d told him she wanted to host a New Year’s Eve party at their house a week later, too. 

 And now, he found himself holding a ginger beer, standing near a group of squealing children in an itchy sweater, glaring at the name placements on the table before him. Folded neatly, the white cards sat perfectly central between the cutlery on either side, and he brushed his finger over each one as he wandered along, glancing for his name. He never found it, because he stopped at one name in particular, his eyes narrowing and a deep sigh leaving his body as he gazed at the cursive neatly drawn onto the paper.

 ‘Aubrey Miller’.

Fan-fucking-tastic. Now, not only was he going to have to spend his Christmas Eve surrounded by strangers he was forced to call neighbours, as if that fact was supposed to make them close, but now he had to spend it with his ex-girlfriend too. He flickered to the next two cards, the names of her parents scrawled onto them, and he ran a hand over his face, shoulders dropping considerably as the night just continued to get worse and worse. 

Two children dashed past his feet rapidly in a game of tag, loud giggles and shouts penetrating the air along with the rest, barely giving him a chance to move out of the way and he growled lowly beneath his breath, before continuing his journey and finding his seat. Before he could take his seat and pull out his phone, his mother had looped her arm through his, a wide grin on her face as she spoke too quickly about people she wanted to introduce him to, the last remnants of a red wine in her glass and from her slight wobble when taking steps, and her overly joyful manner, he wondered just which number this was.

He was paraded from group to group, being commented on as a lovely young man, before being all but interrogated by them on college plans, girlfriend and aspirations, all the things he could barely answer to his own family, never mind random families that lived three blocks away. He was about ready to fake sick, ready just stick his own fingers down his throat and call it a night when his mother’s cheering brought him out of his sulking. He was sure he’d met everybody at the party by now, he wasn’t sure how many people could possibly still need to arrive due to the mass numbers currently filling the room, but the loud greetings and slight chill that swept through the room told him otherwise, and he caught sight of his mom dashing from his side to meet guests he didn’t recognise. 

As the two parents parted, you stepped in, avoiding his mother embracing yours as you let the red winter coat slide delicately down your arms, hanging it up on the overloaded hooks and smoothing out your skirt. The warm looking scarf that had hung daintily around your neck followed, and you shook loose soft curls that had been trapped beneath it

He should’ve looked away, moved, done anything, but he couldn’t. The knitted white Christmas jumper sat on your shoulders brought a small smile to his lips, the cheesy slogan across the front almost had a laugh falling from his lips, yet your jumper looked soft, not itchy and irritating on the skin like his was. The deep red skirt flaring out from your hips was slightly shorter than would be deemed appropriate for a family party, but then, he supposed this wasn’t exactly a family party. Your legs went on for days, smooth and soft, he could tell even from here as you stood perfectly balanced in a pair of heels. 

He exhaled, shaking his head as he dragged his eyes back up your body, his heart leaping into his throat as his eyes widened when they locked on yours, lips painted the same shade as your skirt now curled up in a coy smile and he knew you’d caught him checking you out. A deep blush painted his cheeks, and he was sure you could hear his heart beating aggressively against his ribs as you took your first steps towards him. 

 Before he had a chance to run, dash away or form an excuse, you’d carried yourself over to him, stopping before the boy, and smiling teasingly as you held your hands behind your back, glancing up at him through your lashes. “Oh, come on now, Hodgman..” his breath was all but forced from your lungs as he looked down at you, words dripping from your lips like honey, his name sounding perfect on your tongue and his lips twitched up into a small smile, but his eyebrows furrowed. He let his gaze roam over your features once, twice, still not a clue who he was looking at, but something was oh so familiar. It was eating away at him, almost painfully. “Don’t break my heart, and tell me you’ve forgotten being my first kiss under the apple tree in fifth grade. That would just.. crush me.”  

Your words were teasing, but his eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly as he looked at you. “(Y/N)? (Y/N) (Y/L/N)? No way..” He laughed, licking his lips as you nodded, holding your hands out and doing a little twirl for him. 

“The one and only.” 

“I haven’t seen you since elementary school, I didn’t know you even still lived here! I thought you moved away!” You merely hummed, glancing around as you focused back on him.

“I did! I went to stay with my aunt for a few years in Europe, and I came back around Sophomore year.” You confided and he grinned, nodding and holding his arms out for you. Accepting the hug, you happily fell into his warmth, a laugh leaving your own lips as his arms wrapped around you, your chin tucked on his shoulder as his face buried in your hair. You stepped back, his hands still sitting on your waist loosely as he looked down at you. 

He opened his mouth, ready to speak when his eyes left yours, focusing on someone over your shoulder, and you watched the joy fall from his features. Taking a glance for yourself, you saw a small family enter, the girl whom you assumed was the one who’d caught his attention already looking him, making her way over. 

The boy she’d brought followed her, and you felt him go rigid beneath your touch as she made her way over. Concern filled you as you took his chin between your fingers, pulling his gaze back down to yours. “Dave, are you okay?”

Before he had a chance to answer, however, the girl had approached, a heavier set of feet falling behind her and you turned, finding yourself at Dave’s side as you looked at the girl before you. She was pretty, no doubt, a pair of tall heels on her feet as she beamed at the pair of you, the wide smile that seemed a little too jovial beginning to irk you already. To your surprise, her gaze was focused on you, and you quirked an eyebrow at her, smiling politely in return. 

“You’re (Y/N), right?” She stuck her hand out before you, and you slipped your hand into hers, shaking it with a nod, clearing your throat. “I’m a junior at East, with you.” She beamed, and you could feel Dave’s eyes on you as he looked down at you. 

“Oh, right! I don’t know your name, I’m sorry.” Her façade didn’t falter, but you didn’t miss the minuscule smile that curled on Dave’s lips at the words when you glanced up at him, his own eyes fixed on the floor between the four of you. Looking between the blonde before you and the man by your side, you could feel tension hanging thickly in the air. She must be an ex.

 “I’m Aubrey, and that’s okay! You’re in the year above, I didn’t expect you to! And Dave! How is it you know the girl that gave the most moving debate speech on climate change in relation to political ignorance?” She joked, your eyes widening as she spoke, a small laugh falling from your lips. 

“You remember that speech?” You teased and she nodded, continuing her overly preppy attitude as she spoke to you. 

“Of course, it was fantastic!” You hummed, the back of your hand brushing against Dave’s and you took a leap, lacing his fingers with your own, feeling his palm squeeze against yours, a sigh being exhaled from him in response. His fingers adjusted against yours, holding your hand in his tighter and you could feel the slight nervous shake he was letting off, the tremble in his hand. 

“Thank you. And, who’s this?” You motioned to the man standing with his arm slung over Aubrey’s shoulder, doing nothing to hide his disinterest in the conversation and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, finding him incredibly rude already.  

“Ronny!”

 “Ronny.”

Oh, definitely an ex.

Both Dave and Aubrey spoke at once, and you cleared your throat, the awkwardness of the situation almost stifling, and the man seemed to zone back in at the mention of his name, catching your eye and merely nodded in acknowledgement. Silence settled over the four of you, and you could feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off of Dave, the girl not yet catching the hint to leave, clearly making an exaggerated effort in which to stay and chat. “I hope we weren’t interrupting anything! You guys were chatting before we came over. You’re the only other ones our age here, and heaven knows I cannot handle middle age small talk. What were you talking about?” She meant the words as a joke, but you merely hummed, looking up to Dave as a cheeky smile pulled at your lips.

You wrapped an arm around his waist, his body jumping at the contact as you did so, resting your head lightly on his shoulder and he looked down at you, but your eyes focused on his ex-girlfriend. He opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to words. “We were just talking about our first kiss.” He all but choked on his breath, Aubrey’s eyes widening and you looked up to the boy, rounding in front of him as he looked down at you. “You okay, sweetie? Why don’t you go and grab some water, I’ll meet you in a minute.” Before he could function, you leaned up, lips pressing to his cheek and he could feel your smirk pressed to his skin. 

The smell of your perfume filling his nostrils, one hand still linked with yours as the other found your waist on instinct, and your smile widened against his cheek when he did, a similar grin pulling on his own features as he got a surge of confidence. “That’ll be great, I'm sure we’ll be eating soon. Do you want a glass too, pumpkin?”

You seemed to contemplate it, nodding, your back still turned to the other couple and he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your hairline before leaving, not without missing the mischievous glint in your eye, his own reciprocating it. As you turned back to the couple before you, a polite look still rested on Aubrey’s features, but you could tell she had been bothered by the way you had acted with Dave, and the thought only brought you satisfaction. 

Before you could open your mouth and attempt to fill the heavy and uncomfortable silence, your mother had found your arm again, tugging you towards your seat and telling you that it was time to eat. The adults table had been placed as one long row, at least twenty seats along each side, with name tags displayed delicately over the plates, cutlery and glasses for each guest also displayed, with baskets of bread along the centres of the tables. 

 Behind him, sat five kids tables, all split up to keep them quieter, with crayons and plastic cups set out, jugs of flavoured squash sitting in the middle of their tables. You had been seated between your mother and father, who were already chatting to the older couple who were taking their seats across from you, and you tuned out of their conversation, watching as everyone bustled around you. 

“Elbows off the table, sweetheart.” Your mother nudged your arm, your chin falling from its perch on your hand as she did so and you scowled, rolling your eyes at her. She leaned in closer to you, nodding towards a small commotion at the other end of the table and you glanced over, your eyes catching sight of Dave as he kept his head down, playing with the edge of the table cloth. 

Apparently, the date ‘Aubrey’ had brought, wasn’t RSVP’d, and so there was one too few seats at the table for him, Dave’s mom and Aubrey’s mom fussing together to try and sort it out. Frankly, you were on the verge of laughing, clearly the man would have to leave, and it was rather entertaining, if you did admit it to yourself.

That was, until Dave’s mom volunteered him to move, claiming he wouldn’t mind at all. The boy had practically given you whiplash with how fast he had glanced up, eyes wide and jaw slack as he tried to find some kind of argument without seeming like he was being petty. He had barely even stood up to talk to his mother when Ronny had slid into his seat, the last few moving around as Aubrey cuddled into the man’s arm.

With your bottom lip clenched between your teeth, you watched in dismay as a very red-faced Dave trudged over to sit beside his little sister, wincing when she threw her arms around his neck and squealed happily in his ear. Shaking your head, you glanced back to the couple who had moved him, your jaw clenched as you pushed your own seat out. 

With a smile, you made your way over to the server behind the wine table, taking two glasses and a bottle of red from his display, before following the steps of the boy before you. Pulling out the empty chair beside him, you sat at the circular table and placed his glass in front of him, his eyes roaming up to meet yours as you sat down, his eyebrows raised.

 “What are you doing?”  

“What? You think I was going to let you come and sit at the kid’s table all alone, Hodgman?” You teased him, ignoring the burning gaze of your mother on the back of your head as you twisted the screw in the top of the bottle, a small pop sounding as it released.  

“Your mom is staring at you. She looks angry.” He was concerned, but a smile was pulling at his lips as he watched you take his glass, pouring him a large serving of wine, before doing the same for yourself. 

“My mom has been giving me that look my whole life. She doesn’t like that I don’t play by her rules.” You joked, tucking the bottle of wine between the two of your chairs to keep it away from the children, Dave’s sister leaning over to try and grab for the glass.

“I want to try it!” She beamed, a laugh falling from your lips as he barely grabbed the glass to keep it away from her, holding it out of arms’ reach.

“That is a big girl’s drink!” You joked, and her eyes found yours, narrowing as she scoped you out.

“I am a big girl.” She defended, crossing her arms as she looked at you, and you leaned forward towards her.

“I can see that, look at your necklace; even I don’t have one that fancy.” 

Her face practically lit up as she reached up to grasp at the plastic beads sitting around her neck loosely. “They’re pearls! Like the Queen has!” Her little arm shot out with a fist at the end to show you the oversized bracelet she also wore. “Look! They match!”

“You know, I have a set that matches just like that, except they’re pink pearls. You can have them, they’d look better on you, anyway.” Her eyes widened her head turning to look at her brother as she flashed him a toothy and slightly patchy smile, his eyes already on you as her little hand slapped at his shoulder excitedly. 

 “Did you hear that, Davie?” He nodded, smiling at her as she turned back to you, her hand held out formally. “I’m Stella, and we can be friends.” 

 You couldn’t stop the laugh you let out, she was adorable, and you took her hand in yours, shaking it gently. “Well, I’m (Y/N), and I would love to be your friend, Stella.” As your hand retracted, the waiters began placing the food down for the kids around the table. You finally turned to look back at Dave, his gaze already on you as you rose your glass to your lips. “What?”

 “Nothing, I’ve just never seen Stella take to anyone quite that fast before.” You winked at him, thanking the waiters as they delivered your meals to your new seats instead of your old ones.

 “Well, I think I bought her friendship there. It was more like a trade, and besides, her brother was also pretty fond of me too at that age, if I remember correctly.” His cheeks heated up slightly, and he glanced away, the boy before you flustered, but he forced himself to meet your eyes once again. “He’s pretty fond of you at this age, too.”

It was your turn to be surprised, and a little shocked, your jaw dropping slightly, and you smirked, your hand sliding to his across the table as you linked your fingers with his. “Yeah, well, I’m pretty fond of him, too.”

That was the edge for Dave. His mouth was dry, his throat felt scratchy and his heart was beating rapidly in his chest, but despite all the worry, he still felt calm around you, something he had never felt with Aubrey. He gulped down half of the contents of his glass, your fingers slipping from his to pick up your cutlery, and he instantly missed the warmth your hand provided.

He gazed at you, watching as you nibbled on your bottom lip delicately in concentration as you cut at the meat on your plate, his lips tugging up at the side as the cute way you focused. A little hand wrapped around his wrist, shaking his arm and snapping him from his gaze as he turned to look at his sister, her eyebrows raised and a knowing smile on her lips as she looked at him. 

“What?!”

“You know!” She mumbled, and he frowned, shaking his head as she held let it go, looking up to you as she held her cutlery out to him, letting him cut her food up for her. Leaning in, she rested her head on his shoulder, snuggling into her older brother. “I like her more than Aubrey, by the way!” Despite how much she had tried to whisper, he didn’t miss the way your lips twisted into a smile as you chewed your food, not looking at either of them.

The meal was incredible, dessert being served soon after, and now you were laying slouched in your seat, giggling happily with Dave as your join hands sat between the two of you, hanging in the barely existent gap between your two chairs over an empty bottle of wine, another one well on the way to being finished. 

Stella sat on your knee, balanced happily facing you as she brushed at your hair in tiny sections with the miniature brush she had brought in her fake clutch, braiding and unbraiding section of your hair. Everything was going incredibly, smooth and happy, until the vacated chairs of children who had long since left were filled by none other than the couple who had caused the two of you to be sitting in the children's section in the first place. 

Glancing at you both, she looked at you intently, before plastering a fake smile on her features and leaning forwards, a glass balanced in her hand, ice clinking against the edges. “Hey, Stella. I haven’t seen you in a while!” 

The young girl shifted on your knee, releasing her grip on your hair and instead settling to lean back against you, the force of her sudden fallback winding you slightly, and you felt Dave’s grip on your hand tighten, his palm getting sweaty as he panicked. “Hi Audrey!” You had to stifle your laugh as she spoke the wrong name, knowing she knew the right one and chose not to say it. She was small, but she was feisty. “Dave, can I go play? I don’t like big kid chat.”

“Of course, Stell, but stay where I can see you, okay?” She beamed, hopping down from your lap and reaching for her bag, taking yours by mistake, before running over to one of the nearby tables.  

“Stella took the wrong bag, I’m going to take her the right one, I’ll be right back, okay?” You stood up, your hand finding Dave’s cheeks as his eyes widened at the idea you’d be leaving him alone with them both, but before you could, the young girl had coming dashing back over, taking the item from your hands and returning to her table. “Well, I guess that takes care of that.” 

Instead of sitting back in your chair, you twisted yourself, letting your hand slip from his cheek to his shoulder, sitting across his lap and leaning against him comfortably. You placed a kiss to his cheek, raising a subtle eyebrow in challenge as you turned back to face the couple. 

You were caught off-guard, however, when the boy nuzzled his nose against your cheek, leaving a nervous kiss there, too. His arm slipped up around your waist when you didn’t pull away or shift, instead letting him pull you even closer in his lap. “So, you haven’t told us how you met, yet?” Aubrey tried, and you placed a hand on Dave’s chest, laughing as you turned to look at him, flipping your hair over your shoulder. 

“Oh, it really isn’t that special. We went to elementary school together, and he’s still just as cute as the day I met him, I promise you. How did you meet my Davie, Aubrey?” Your tone was dripping with sweetness, but Dave pressed his face into your shoulder to stop himself from laughing out loud as he picked up on the hostilities in your words that she clearly hadn’t seemed to gather yet.

“It might be a little awkward, Ronnie here knows, but-”

“We met at a party, sweetheart. Nothing overly exciting, total accident, actually. I was outside… about to text you at the time.” He hadn’t told a total lie. He had been outside, once again staring at your recent picture on Instagram as he considered reaching out to say ‘hey’ to you, when he’d bumped into Aubrey. 

“Well, after that we sort of-”

“We hung out a bit, but we fell out of touch, I guess.” Dave cut her off once again, and you were chewing your bottom lip to stop yourself from laughing. Of course, he’d told you the real story of how the two of them had dated and broken up, and after a few drinks he’d even spilled about the awkward night they’d shared that lead to their break up, the two of you laughing over what happened.

 “Is that all? That is such a shame. There’s just so much about Dave to love. You really missed out!” Your voice only got higher, your hand slipping up to play with the short hairs on the back of Dave’s head. Glancing up, you could see your mother beginning to gather up her coat, and you cleared your throat, turning back to the boy before you. “Looks like it’s time for me to go.”

“You’re leaving, already?” The voice was sickly sweet, clearly she’d been catching on and you turned to look at her, hopping up from Dave’s lap. He stood up too, hands on your waist as he stood closely behind you. The girl rounded the table as you held your hand out towards her, but she pulled you into a loose hug, your chin perched awkwardly on your shoulder as you patted her back gently. 

When she released you from the hug, she nodded, and you stepped backwards, back meeting Dave’s chest and his arm slipped cautiously and protectively around your waist, both of you shocked by her reaction. 

“We should talk politics sometime. Without the boys, I’ll message you on Facebook, or something?” You merely nodded, before she turned, taking Ronnie with her and dragging him back across the room to their seat. You turned, gaze finding Dave’s as his face cracked into a smile, followed by a loud laugh as you buried your face in his chest, groaning loudly in aggravation. 

“Stop laughing, it’s not funny!”

“You made a new friend! Your biggest fan is going to be your bestie!” He teased, hands smoothing up your arms to your shoulders as he pushed you backwards slightly. “I’ll get your coat for you, you might want to round up all your belongings from Stella.” His head tilted in the direction of the young girl, who had lined up all the things from your purse next to hers to compare them.

He left, and you made your way over to the young girl, laughing as she inspected the colour of your lipstick. “Hey, Stell, I’ll teach you how to wear that best when you’re a little bit older!” She gasped happily, putting the lid back on and handing it over to you. Gently, you repacked your clutch as the child did the same. “Go grab your coat, it’ll be home time for you in a minute!”

“Are you going home now?”

“I am, but I’ll see you real soon for your New Year’s party, okay?” She nodded enthusiastically, little arms wrapping around your waist as her face buried in your stomach, and you stroked her hair gently. Dave made his way over, eyes watching the way you interacted with his little sister before she ran off, your coat and scarf tucked over his arm. 

Lifting the soft cotton scarf, he threaded it over your head, pulling you closer to him as he weaved it into a loose knot, his breath fanning gently against your face. Rounding your body with the coat, you swallowed thickly as he tugged it up your shoulders, your arms slipping through the sleeves. Pulling it tightly around you, he fastened the belt loosely, his fingers lingering before he finally let go. “Okay, well, I guess I’m going.. I’ll call you or something, okay?” He nodded, continuing to stare at you, and you let yourself hold his gaze for a second before slipping your bag up onto your shoulder, taking a step backwards.

“I’ll walk you to the door.” You merely hummed in response, the back of his hand brushing against yours as you walked to the door, your parents already stepping out. They were deep in conversation, breath creating clouds in the cloud air as they chatted happily while walking away down the road. “I’ll.. be hearing from you, then?” 

“For sure! Bye, Dave. Thank you for a great night.” 

“I should be thanking you. You saved me, so many times, and you not only made the night bearable, but you made it fun.” 

“I like this Dave. The flirty Dave.” It was a joke, but you meant it, the two of you laughing softly at your comment.

“Flirty Dave is just a side effect of drunk Dave.” You leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek before stepping away, waving slightly and turning your back to him.

He watched you walk a few steps, hands pushed into his pockets as he sighed out. Just as he made to turn, you glanced over your shoulder, your eyes connecting with his again and he smiled, your movements halting. Taking a look at your parents and seeing them continuing to stagger off into the distance, you turned, moving as fast as you could on your heels back towards Dave, your body crashing into his as you leaned up, lips meeting his softly and a surprised moan fell from his lips as you did.

He tugged his hands from his pockets, gripping your waist tightly as your arms wrapped around his neck. His lips moved against yours, and you let yourself be pulled up against him as your head tilted to the side, lips moving against his with more fervour. One of his hands left your waist, inching up your back slowly to thread into your hair as his tongue traced your lip.

With a tiny moan, you parted your lips for him, his tongue meeting yours in a gentle play as he teased you, your body turning weak in his arms as his fingers played and tugged at strands of your hair. When he finally pulled away, red lipstick was smudged onto his lips, a weak laugh leaving him into the air as he lifted his thumb, wiping around your mouth to clear it for you before rubbing the back of his hand across his own mouth. 

Your lips were swollen, your chest rising and falling slightly quicker as you panted a little, wobbling in your slightly intoxicated and dazed state. “I really have to go now.” You stepped back, a dopey look on his features as he watched you go.

“Call me!”

“Definitely!”

 You hadn’t called, and Dave was upset about it. That is why he could be found sulking with a drink in his hand in a corner of his house as guests mingled around him, the music loud as people came and went, never giving him any quiet. 

It had been eight days, and he was sure you felt the same, but you hadn’t reached out to him in any way, and he was a little moody about it. It didn’t help that Stella had done her whole look tonight based on what she thought you would like, and she wouldn’t stop talking about how much she liked you since she met you that night. 

 Yeah, Dave really liked you too, but hearing about you wasn’t helping. 

 Music was blaring around him, his hand practically shaking as the bass boomed through the house, and he shifted his shoulder against the wall, eyes scanning over the people walking up to the door, his eyes rolling inadvertently as he realised who he was looking at. Of course, his mom had invited Aubrey and her family to this party, too.

 They were making their way up to the door, and he glanced around for an exit route, but he couldn’t find one and she’d already locked her eyes onto him, the girl making her way over with her usual dumb, six foot accessory. 

 “Hey, Dave! It was so nice of your mom to invite us!” He merely hummed in reply, raising his glass to his lips. The liquid burned his throat as he swigged it, but he needed to be far more drunk if he was going to deal with this all night, alone.

 “Yeah, she just surprised us all with that!” He couldn’t help the flat tone of his voice, and he held up his empty glass, with what could only be described as a grimace on his lips. “I’m going to go and find a refill.”

 “Oh! Me and Ronnie haven’t got any drinks, we’ll come with!” The blonde all but cheered, looping her arm through her boyfriend’s and tugging them along as Dave paced through his house. 

 “Of course you will.” 

 He’d barely made it to the corridor before the question he knew was coming made its appearance already; “So, where’s that chick from the other night?”

 “Ron!” Aubrey nudged her elbow into his stomach as Dave stopped in his tracks, eyes squeezing shut before he turned around to face the two waiting on his answer. “Where is (Y/N)? I was so hoping she’d be here tonight, I was looking forward to talking to her some more!”

“Well, the thing is.. She- um, she’s not-”

“I am so sorry I’m late, baby!” Like a saving grace, you broke through his stuttering, your hand sliding up his arm to sit on the back of his neck as your body suddenly fell flush against his side, warm and comforting, the scent of your perfume filling his nose. “I just could not find the skirt I wanted to wear, so I settled on this one. It’s still cute, right?”

Dave made the huge mistake of glancing down, the hem of the very short skirt was sitting perfectly against the skin of your thigh, your leg bent and curled around his as your cheek rested on his shoulder. Heat flooded his body, and he cleared his throat, feeling like he was choking on his breath. “Ve- Very cute, very nice. I like it.”

“Aubrey! It’s just.. so lovely to see you again. If you guys are on your way to get drinks, could you get me one? You are just an angel, thank you!” The girl nodded happily, the pair leaving and you stepped back from Dave, straightening out your outfit and he glanced down at you. 

“I didn’t think you were coming?”

 “Of course I was! I told you I wanted to see you again, I said I would be here, and here I am!” You were practically beaming at him, your makeup and hair softer than it had been for the Christmas party, and he couldn’t help but notice how fucking adorable you looked.

“You never called, or anything, so I wasn’t sure if you were.. interested.” He wanted to kick himself for sounding as pathetic as he did, but it hurt him, and it was pretty obvious in his voice. Your fingers laced through his lightly, his gaze locked on the floor between you both as you tugged him closer to you. 

“My family came down to surprise us on Christmas day. My aunt had twins two months ago, and I have four other cousins. It’s been crazy, I haven’t had a second free. They left about two hours ago.”

“It’s okay, honestly. You really don’t owe me an explanation.” He felt stupid, and embarrassed, but you were still helping him out, so even if you weren’t as into him as he was into you, you were still lovely, and he would love to still be your friend. Dragging your hand up his chest, your fingers wrapped around his neck, his gaze snapping up to your face. Your breaths were mingling, your eyes closed, lashes fluttering against his cheek softly as your lips barely brushed together.

 “You gonna kiss me or not, Hodgman?”

“Mhm..” When he finally closed the gap, he felt like you’d taken his breath away, your lips moving softly against his, just like they had the week prior. His hands gripped at your waist tightly, fingertips pushing into your skin, your hands holding the sides of his face tightly. His nose bumped yours to the side, tongue tracing the seam of your lips. 

Parting them for him, his tongue met yours, playing teasingly as his hands slipped lower on your waist, palming at your ass, his fingers brushing the hem of your skirt and tracing the skin of your thighs. “This skirt is fucking hot.”

He was panting, hot breath fanning over your skin and you grinned, flipping your hair back over your shoulder. As your head tilted back, Dave took the opportunity, diving forwards to place a wet kiss on the underside of your jaw, a squeal leaving you as you giggled, hands gripping tightly onto him as his hands slid back up to your waist, holding you tightly to him. 

 He pressed small kisses along your jaw, tracing your throat with his lips lightly as your breath became shallower and shallower, before you pushed away from him, coughing nervously as your hand found his. “Let’s go to your room, yeah?”

“Oh fuck.. yes. Definitely.” He let you tug him away towards the door, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as you bounded up the stairs, a groan falling from behind you. “Your ass really bounces in that skirt.”

“You have a dirty mouth, Hodgman. I like it.” 

His hand landed on your ass in a light slap, a yelp leaving your lips. The walls were still buzzing as the music and noise from downstairs was just as loud up here, and your fingers wrapped around the handle of the door of the room belonging to Dave. Twisting it open, you stumbled inside, the heels on your feet being rapidly kicked off and discarded, the carpet soft under your skin as the boy continued to press hot kisses to your lips, sucking your breath from you with each one as your head spun.

You fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, his foot kicking the door shut behind him, one hand leaving your waist momentarily to slide the lock on his door across, and you finally got the buttons undone, pushing the shirt from his shoulders as it slipped down his arms. Breaking, you gasped for air, lips swollen as you took in the sight before you. Dark moles were speckled across his skin infrequently, dark hairs on his stomach trailing down to below the waistline of his jeans as the toned muscle flexed when he shifted his hold on you.

“This is unfair. I think you’re a little too dressed, still.” His comment drew a laugh from you, your touch pulling away from him as you tugged your shirt up and over your head, breasts swelling in the bra you wore as lace decorated your skin, a moan sounding in your ears as the material joined the growing pile on the floor. “Fuck, you have perfect tits.”

 You could feel his hands twitching on your waist, gripping at your flesh tighter as he licked his lips and you reached behind yourself, undoing the clasp and letting it fall away, his breath hitching. Sliding his hand up from your waist, the rough skin dragged slowly across your smooth flesh, cupping a mound between his fingers and squeezing gently. Swiping the pad of his thumb across an already hardened nipple, a moan fell from your lips, your eyes sliding shut and head tilting back. 

 Your back arched, pushing your chest further into his hand and something in him snapped, a growl sounding in his throat as he spun you around, pulling you backwards and up against him roughly, one hand gripping tightly at your boob as the other pushed under the band of your skirt, toying with the elastic of your panties.

 “Stop teasing me, Dave. Show me what you’ve got, huh? Show me how you really fuck.” Your words only gave him the permission he needed, his mouth sucking purple marks into your skin as he swiped through your folds, a single digit pushing into you tentatively. You clenched around him, shallow panting leaving you as your head rolled back onto his shoulder. 

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Just tell me how to please you, princess.” His voice was deeper, slightly raspy as he spoke into your ear, teeth nibbling on the lobe slightly, and a second finger joined the first, curling against your walls before setting a slow pace. You were writhing in his arms, his pace slow and torturous, a whine falling from your lips when he tutted in your ear. “Use your words, baby.”

 “I want you to pick up the pace. I don’t want it soft Dave, I want you to fuck me. You can feel how wet you make me, I want you to do something about it. I need you. You can do anything you want, just fuck me!” Your hips were rocking down into his hand, his other hand slipping up to your throat to rest there lightly as his hand picked up the pace, fingers suddenly slamming in and out of you and a scream almost tore from your lips.

 “Like this? You want it fast and hard, princess? I can give you that, but you have to be quiet for me.” Wet sounds filled the room as he fucked you with his fingers, scissoring them and stretching you out, pads of his fingers rubbing against your walls and you but down harshly on your lip to hold in the loud sounds you wanted to release. “Gonna’ fuck you so good. God, this little skirt is driving me insane, but that was your plan, wasn’t it? Get me all riled up.”

 “W-Wanted you to think I was p-pretty.” Your words were mumbled and slurred as you spoke, a cry leaving your lips as his thumb flicked up to play with your clit, his pace holding strong and the coil in your stomach tightened, muscles clenching and legs shaking, his hushing sounding in your ear. The hand from your throat moved up, two fingers slipping into your mouth and you clamped your lips around them, sucking on them with a hum as he groaned, your noises effectively muffled. Your tongue swirled around his fingers, the digits soaking by the time your jaw finally fell slack, eyes rolling back as your jaw dropped in silent screams, your juices flowing along his fingers as you came.

You were twitching in his grasp, his fingers still pumping but slowing their pace as he dragged your orgasm out for all he could get, before finally pulling his fingers from your underwear and sticking them into his own mouth with a sound of satisfaction. When you faced him, his eyes were hooded, dark with lust as he watched you with a smirk on his face as he cleaned his fingers.

 “Anything I want, huh?”

 “Hmm, what?” Your head was still cloudy, a dopey smile on your lips as you reached out for his hands to steady yourself.

 “You said, I can have you any way I want. You still up for that, princess?” A beam broke out on your features and you nodded rapidly, pulling him backwards towards the still pristine bed.

 “God, yes, please. How do you want me?”

 “Face down, ass up. Show me that pretty pussy, huh?” His words had your knees shaking, and you tugged at the skirt around your waist, dropping it to the floor, your panties quickly following. 

 “I change my mind. Flirty Dave is my second favourite, dirty Dave is my favourite.” A chuckle left his lips as you turned, crawling up onto the bed and leaning on your elbows, your forehead resting against the covers. Your skin was flushed, a sheen of sweat covering you as jeans rustled behind you. A hand landed harshly on your ass, a yelp leaving your lips, but it quickly morphed into a moan as his tip pushed along your folds, your body pushing back against him, pussy dripping with anticipation. 

 “Keep quiet, princess.” With that the boy slammed himself forwards, and you screamed into the covers, your fingers tightening in the sheets as you tried to form fists. He let you adjust, a drawn out moan leaving your lips, as you clenched around him, walls fluttering. “God, you’re so tight.”

 “You’re just fucking huge.” You grumbled, a laugh leaving his lips, hand palming at your ass as he pulled back slowly, easing into you as he slowly picked up the pace. His cock was dragging against every inch of your walls, your juices running down your legs each time he pulled out. With a tight grip on your waist, he picked up the pace, his cock slamming in and out of you, nails digging into you as skin slapped against skin. 

 “F-Fuck, princess.” His hand smoothed along your back, pushing against your shoulder as he hunched over you, the new angle allowing him to hit spots that made you see stars. You could barely breathe, with the way he was slamming into you, cock pressing into spots you had never been touched before, the way he was stretching you had your eyes rolling back.

 Your jaw ached, mouth slack as you moaned and screamed into the covers, your body shaking and walls tightening around him as you drew closer and closer to another climax. His hand slipped into your hair, pulling your head up and letting the sounds bounce off of the walls of his room. “Let me hear you, now, princess.”

 “God, Dave! Feels so good. So, so good.” You were pleading with him, your hips slamming back into his as fire curled up in your belly, your cries sounding loudly in the empty room, your name falling from his lips like a prayer, accompanied by grunts and moans. The minute he pulled you up, hand slipping around to play with your clit, you were gone. Sent spiralling over the edge, you spasmed in his arms with a long scream of his name as you came. Frantic chants of your own echoed in your ear as he fucked you through your release, your walls hugging him so tightly he could barely move.

 He pulled out, hand moving over himself barely thrice before he spilled onto your back, cum painting your skin and dripping along his fingers as he came with a shout, chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to catch his breath. You lay on your stomach, legs still twitching and head rested on your folded arms as he grabbed the closest item on the floor, your skirt, and wiped your skin and his hand down, before settling in next to you.

 He turned to look at you, a faint smile on his face as he brushed some hair back from your sight, slightly sweaty and sticking to your skin. “I’ll tell you one thing, Dave. I promise it was not you that was bad in bed. I have never been fucked that good.” He merely stared at you for a moment before letting out a deep laugh, eyes closing and hand clutching at his stomach.

 “Please, don’t tell me you’re thinking about my ex after I just fucked you like that.” 

 “God, all I’m thinking about is you, Hodgman. I promise.” You leaned forwards, your lips brushing against his, barely touching before you jumped back, bright colours lighting up the room as loud sounds of explosions followed, the fireworks beginning. With a gasp, you rolled from his grasp, ignoring the whine and puckered lips you left as you grabbed his button up from the floor, pulling it over yourself and fastening just enough buttons to cover what mattered, before dashing to the window.

 He soon followed, the elastic of his boxers snapping against his skin as his arms wrapped around your waist, a kiss being pressed to your shoulder through the material. “Happy New Year’s, princess.”

 Turning to look at him, you pulled his lips down to meet yours in a soft and gentle kiss, both of you smiling into the exchange. “Happy New Year’s, Davie.” His grip around you tightened, chin resting on your shoulder as you both watched the fireworks display his parents were setting off in the garden, colours lighting up the room, dancing across the dark sky as you snuggled into the man behind you. “Here’s to new beginnings with old friends.”

 “Oh, I think we’re more than friends, by now. Don’t you?” He punctuated his sentence by nipping at your jaw lightly, pulling you away from passing stares and into the room as his fingers undid the buttons on the shirt, his legs hitting the back of his bed as you both tumbled back in a fit of giggles, his hands smoothing up your skin. “You’re all mine.”

 “All yours, Hodgman.” You confirmed, letting him strip you of the garment once again, rolling you onto your back as he hovered over you, eyes scanning along your form, lustfully.

 “Happy New Year’s to me.”

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