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Esquire Theater, Chicago, September 2007

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How A Man Wrongfully Convicted For 25 Years Helped Inspire The Movie SING SING - Greg Kwedar

Watch the video interview on YouTube here.

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08/22-23/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; David Fane; Samba Schutte; Madeleine Sami; Kristian Nairn; Alex Sherman; Bronson Pinchot; Damien Gerard; Vico Ortiz; Reminders to Vote; Adopt Our Crew: GalaxyCon San Jose Videos; Call to Action Aug 30th; Fan Spotlight: Citizen Dame Podcast; Truly Docked Event in Tx Reminder; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika;

== David Jenkins ==

David has been sharing more beautiful artwork by our crew. This time is the brilliant @thozaarmitage <3, and he's right, just SO GOOD.

Source: David Jenkins Twitter

== Rhys Darby ==

First up, some words of wisdom on how to success in life from Rhys' Tiktok!

Next up: Rhys' (And Minnie's!) movie Uproar won Best Oceania Film 2024 at the Septimius Awards!

Last but not least, it looks like Rhys has a new project coming up-- check out the article here!

Source: Variety Article

== Taika Waititi ==

Some "August b&w Shots" from a friend of Taika

Source: Christabel Rose Instagram

Previews of the season finale of Time Bandits!

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And a short video by Rita.

Source: Rita Ora's Tiktok

== David Fane ==

David out with a John Asi!

Source: John Asi's Instagram Stories

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba's sharing more info regarding the upcoming Advanced Chemistry Theatre Screenings! You can buy tickets here!

📍 Arlington Capitol Theater 🗺️ Arlington, MA 🗓️ Date: 9/3 💬 Q&A 📍 Village East 🗺️ NYC 🗓️ Date: 9/4 💬 Q&A 📍 The Screening Room at 1313 🗺️ Wilmington, DE 🗓️ Date: 9/6 🕒 Time: TBD 📍 Lark 🗺️ Larkspur, CA 🗓️ Date: 9/7 💬 Q&A 📍 Harkins 101 via Phoenix Film Festival 🗺️ Scottsdale, AZ 🗓️ Date: 9/9 📍 The Ashland 🗺️ Ashland, OH 🗓️ Date: 9/10 🕒 Time: 4:30 PM 📍 More Info 📍 Laemmle Monica 🗺️ Santa Monica, CA 🗓️ Date: 9/12 🕒 Time: 7:30 PM 📍 Rodeo Cinema 🗺️ Oklahoma, OK 🗓️ Date: 9/18 📍 Gateway Film Center 🗺️ Columbus, OH 🗓️ Date: 9/18 🕒 Time: 7:30 PM 📍 Cinestudio 🗺️ Hartford, CT 🗓️ Date: 9/21 🕒 Time: 7:00 PM 💬 Q&A 📍 Esquire 🗺️ Cincinnati, OH 🗓️ Date: 9/22 🕒 Time: Matinee

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram Stories / Good Deed Entertainments Instagram

== Madeleine Sami ==

Madeleine's been promoting Season 2 of Double parked! There's some shots of her and her costar as well as a new trailer! Check them out below!

Source: Madeleine Sami's Instagram

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== Kristian Nairn ==

Kristian is going to be in New York City on September 24th at The 92nd Street Y for an exclusive In Conversation & Signing! You can visit 92 NY.org to get tickets!

Source: Kristian Nairn's Instagram

Also~~ Kristian wrote a thank you note for @smudgeandfrank who recently saw him and the rest of the cast at GalaxyCon Raleigh! If you HAVENT seen their work, please check out their instagram!

Source: Kristian Nairn's Instagram

== Alex Sherman ==

Alex has been poking his head out lately which we love to see!!

Source: Alex Sherman's Twitter

== Bronson Pinchot ==

More Ned Low Musings from Bronson as well as his other characters! (PS: Sorry Tumblr DOES NOT want to share this video for some reason? 1. You can visit it here on Instagram 2. More Ned Low)

Source: Bronson Pinchot Instagram

== Damien Gerard ==

Damien out at a secret studio in their Green Room! Looking forward to see what you're up to sir!

Source: Damien Gerard's Instagram

== Vico Ortiz ==

Vico's got more OFMD BTS up on Patreon!

Source: Vico's Patreon

== Reminders To Vote ==

Thank you @adoptourcrew for the reminders!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

== Adopt Our Crew ==

One of the awesome things our friends over at @adoptourcrew have been up to lately is going to cons! They had some fun questions to ask our lovely cast and crew!

=Vico Ortiz=

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= Kristian Nairn =

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= Call To Action =

@adoptourcrew is asking for your help on August 30th to get OFMD trending again!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Instagram

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Citizen Dame Podcast =

There's another episode of Patreon exclusive OFMD Weekly series up! This week is The Art of Fuckery. It's just as fun as it sounds, if you're a patron feel free to check it out! If not, and you're interested, you can become a patron on their Patreon!

Source: Citizen Dame Patreon

= Truly Docked Sept 21-22, 2024 =

We're just a month away from the Truly Docked event in Galveston TX, and events have been announced! You can still purchase tickets here!

Source: Truly Docked Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies! It's the weekend for a bunch of you! Huzzah! Hopefully this week wasn't too crazy for you and you're getting a chance to take a load off! Tonight I really just wanted to say thank you for all your kindness. Seriously. You all remind me every day that the world isn't a dreary place, but one filled with wonder, light, and good-intentioned people. Whether you're sending @ofmdlovelyletters to crewmates, or sharing artwork/fics, or making beautiful gifs, or sharing stills, sending a quick dm to check in on folks, or a comment with something kind, you are making the world so much more manageable. Sometimes when I'm having a bad day at work, even if I don't have time to interact much, I just come on and scroll through tumblr and see all of the things you all are up to, and I can feel the warmth radiating from all the wonderful things you're doing.

I can feel the love, even when it's not directed at me, that's how much love there is out there. It's like coming home to a warm fire and a soft rug to lay on and a blanket, and a cup of hot tea to warm the soul. You all make so many tiny waves each day, and those waves come back and go on to make other waves, and there's nothing more wonderful than someone being kind when they could have been harsh. You make the world a better place. You make this world worth living in, and fighting for, and full of hope.

So yeah.. I just wanted to say thank you lovelies, you truly have helped so many people through so many things you'll never ever be able to comprehend, and you do it with love. Thank you for being kind, and loving, and you <3 PS: This made me think of you all, thank you for being that reason for me and so many others <3

Source: FullSpiritQuotes Instagram

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Tonight's theme is disaster! Gifs courtesy of the magnificent @thunderwingdoomslayer and @celluloidbroomcloset!

[shina913]

Permission | JJK

Permission

Pairing: Dancer!JJK x Fem!Reader

Rating:  M (🔞); NSFW

Genre: stripper(ish)!AU; one-night stand; fluff; smut

Warnings: cussing; alcohol consumption; lap dancing; lots of hip grinding; food play; mentions of dry-humping; dirty talk; oral (F-receiving); fingering; clit play; breast/nipple; praise kink; protected sex; multiple orgasms

Word count: 6,703 words

Summary: You get more than what you bargained for during your friend's bachelorette party weekend.

A/N: This is loosely based on a true story...with some embellishments, obvs 😅 Anyway, if any of you ever get a chance to go to Magic Mike Live in Las Vegas--it's a good time 😏

The visual is Esquire!JK or ON!JK during MAMA practice 👀 The song during the lapdance scene is Jodeci's Freek'n You ; while the title was taken from Ro James' song. I've been really inspired by a lot of slow jams lately so--get all those body rolls in!

Five pairs of heels hot-footed their way through the marble floor. You and your friends rushed through the final course of your dinner and hopped into a rideshare hoping to make the scheduled show.

“Shit…is it this way?” Your friend, Leia, calls past her shoulder while you all walk aimlessly around the casino floor.

“I’m pretty sure,” Myla says unconvincingly while looking through overhead signage for directions to the theater. Still, you follow her lead as she speed-walks through the crowd. 

“A-ha! There’s the escalator!” She exclaims. She was here not so long ago with her boyfriend for an anniversary trip and reported back as they did an advanced ‘walkthrough’ of where the show was located.

The show in question was supposed to start at 7:30 and it was nearly 10 minutes past that time after you all practically jogged toward the rideshare pickup area. You kept glancing at your phone’s clock…you knew you’d be late. You just hoped that you didn’t miss too much when you finally arrived at the door.

“What if they give away our spot? Or worse, what if they won’t let us in?” Yuna asked in a panic while trying to adjust her “Bride-to-Be” sash around her shoulder and waist.

“And why would they do that? We paid for these tickets last month!” You reasoned.

“Exactly,” Divya agreed. “We all paid to see these men grinding shirtless onstage, damn it and nobody will get in the way of that!”

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have worn these heels,” Yuna curses when you all step onto the escalator.

“Girl, don’t worry–you look hot! When you get picked to go onstage, Soobin will be sorry he let us take you on this trip,” you giggled.

Yuna scoffed. “Well, regardless…I would have gone anyway!” Her comment elicits laughs from your whole group as you finally arrive at the door.

While the usher scans the tickets from Myla’s smartphone, Yuna leans in and whispers in your ear. “And how do you know I’m getting picked? Did you pre-arrange something?”

You cocked an eyebrow at her. “Maybe,” you mumbled then laughed as the staff guides you through the doors with his flashlight pointed to the ground.

******

You walked into a dimly lit room and were greeted by loud shrieks and whooping from audience members. You could understand why.

At center stage were 10 dancers, who were currently taking their shirts off seductively to reveal their signature washboard abs.

One of them catches your eye. He had his hair pulled back in a bun, revealing his sharp jawline. He revealed a full sleeve of tattoos on his right arm so it was easy to spot him in the crowd.

You’re so distracted by him that you trip over your feet, nearly falling onto Leia, who was walking right in front of you.

When you arrive at your table, you find two girls who had taken over your seats under the assumption that you were no-shows. The usher tries to reason with them but one of them is dismissive. Divya steps up and mouths something inaudible. She had a smile on her face but your best friend was a firecracker and you know that she didn’t sweet-talk those girls into getting out of your seats.

They finally, begrudgingly get up and move to their actual seats, which were located at a spot that had an obstructed view.

They grumbled under their breaths but Divya just smiled and waved at them. She turns to you and laughs, “What did I tell you? Nothing and no one will get in the way of me watching hot, sweaty, half-naked men grinding for me!”

You laughed and then eventually join the crowd in screaming as the female emcee introduces the next act of the show.

******

“Hey, gorgeous! Can I bring you up for the next number?” The emcee approaches your table, addressing Yuna, who had a white, bedazzled veil pinned in her hair.

She nervously looks back at your group, and then at you–who was responsible for organizing this ‘excursion.’ You all screech in excitement, goading Yuna, who screams her agreement.

The emcee takes her hand and guides her to the opposite side of the stage.

Minutes later, the music starts and the spotlight comes on. A dancer glides across the top of the bar. It wasn’t a fully-functioning one–just another flat surface that served as a stage.

Even though his face was obscured by the baseball cap that he wore, his sunshiney smile was unmistakable and contributed to his sexiness. After a few flips and smooth spins from him, more lights come on and your group screams when you spot Yuna, who was sitting at end of the bar.

The dancer kisses her hand and brings her closer. A fellow performer hands him something in his hand, which you realize is whipped cream after he pipes a bit of it into his mouth.

More squealing from the audience when he pulls her in closer and proceeds to peel his shirt off.

He gently wraps his hand under her knees and gently brings her legs up. Slowly, he lays her flat on the bar much to everyone’s delight, and does more of his dance, grinding his hips above her. He picks up the whipped cream and squeezed a little bit on her exposed thigh and licks it off.

Next, he crawls up higher, squeezed a little bit of cream on her cleavage, and seductively licks it just the same.

For his final act, he pulls on her arm to where she was sitting upright, where his bare chest is right in front of her. The song is about to fade out and he pipes a strip of cream at the center. He wiggled his finger at her to beckon her closer, and she does. You watch her lean in and stick her tongue out, just in time for the lights to go dark.

Your group and the rest of the theater go crazy.

******

After another group dance wraps up, the lights dim again and they switch to a combination of red and blue shades. The music starts to play–starting off with a brief sound of rolling thunder fading in through the speakers followed by the first few notes of the song.

I wanna freak you…were the words that echoed to the deep thump of the bass.

A few dancers sauntered out of different corners of the theater and some were coming down the steps that connected from the second-level balcony. They were dressed in black underwear and not much else. All of them were carefully scanning the room for a target.

The emcee announces a reminder, one that she’s made all throughout the show. “Remember, everyone–if you don’t want any attention from our boys, just say the safe word: ‘unicorn’ and they’ll move on with no questions asked!”

This was a free-form portion of the show where random members of the audience may get a lap dance.

When the beat dropped, spotlights were trained towards each dancer and whatever section they were in, grinding and body-rolling into consenting audience members.

Everyone, including your group, gets on their feet, screaming and cheering, hoping to get one of the dancers’ attention.

“I want that one!” Myla pointed at one of the taller dancers who was two tables down from you. “I want him to drown me in those dimples!”

“Not if I get him first,” Divya contests, putting two fingers between her lips to let out a loud, high-pitched whistle.

You laughed while your friends argued over which hot guy they wanted to dry-hump then. You briefly turn away to reach for your drink.

After taking a sip, you hear a voice calling from behind you.

“Hi.”

Your group was so distracted by one side of the theater that you had forgotten that all guys were making their rounds in both levels, and all directions.

Even in the dimly lit theater, you instantly recognize him by his full sleeve of tattoos. It was the same guy who had been trading glances with you as soon as you sat down for the show.

“Uh…h-hi,” You stutter as he approached you.

“May I?”

Your eyebrows lift when he asks for approval to dance for you. The ladies next to your table are screaming, begging for his attention but he doesn’t hear them. At this moment, his attention was solely on you.

“You may.” You smiled as the girls next to you looked deflated.

Your approval earns you his best panty-busting grin. He then scoots your chair toward him and swings his right leg over to your left side so his crotch was hovering over your thighs. Your girlfriends start screaming when he begins to roll his hips.

He takes your hands and brings them up to rest them on his well-sculpted pecs. Then, he proceeds to guide them painfully slowly down his chest. You close your eyes briefly on contact. His skin felt soft and smooth, and his scent was this dizzy mix of sweat and cologne.

“Eyes up here.” You vaguely hear his command and you obey accordingly.

You look up to see him looking down at you. The POV perspective was not lost on you. Here was this insanely gorgeous man, grinding up on your lap while your hands were on his bare chest.

Tonight, you got my time Tonight you won't be sorry Tonight, you got my mind What must I say? What must I do? To show how much  I think about freek'n you

When your hands got to his waist, he guides them backward, where he rests them on his ass. 

You and your girls pre-gamed back at the hotel before heading down to the theater. Coupled with the drinks you had at dinner, you were feeling bolder than usual.

You give him a gentle squeeze, followed by a playful smack. Leia sees what you did and it makes her scream louder, egging you on.

His eyebrows quirk in surprise but he chuckles softly. Without missing a beat, he grinds some more, subtly moving in closer to you…so close you could feel his breath on your cheek.

“You’ll pay for that,” he whispers darkly in your ear and continues to undulate his hips.

You laugh and decide to tease him back. “I really hope that you’d make me,” you countered. With the knowledge that you were never going to see him again, it was an empty challenge.

He smirked then slowly backed away. “I’ll remember that,” he gave a wink before sliding off you. He brought your hand up to his lips, kissed it, then moved on to a different section of screaming audience members.

When he leaves, Yuna grabs your shoulders, shaking you as she shrieks her excitement at your face while Myla, Divya, and Leia give you high-fives.

*****

Two acts later, the lights come back on onstage and one chair, placed on one side comes to view.

“I know I’ve said this multiple times but in this show, we are all about getting your permission here.” At the emcee’s announcement, a dancer comes up onstage. He had a soft, innocent-looking smile but the crinkle on the corners of his eyes showed a hint of cheekiness.

A woman with a ‘birthday girl’ sash is ushered onstage by a different dancer who had a smoldering look. He also looked sexy as hell but the bandana he wore as a headband to get his hair off his face gave him that little bit of a boyish charm.

When the smoldering guy gets off the stage, the cheeky dancer greets the audience member and beckons her to sit on the chair propped onstage.

Once she settles in, the song swells. The singer croons about asking permission from his significant other to give him the green light.

“Everyone, let’s welcome ‘Sasha!’ Sasha, will you give Jimin permission?” The emcee asks.

When she nods enthusiastically, he smiles at her and brushes his thumb to his lips before he begins his routine. He starts off slow, seducing the birthday girl with a few caresses on her cheek. He then carefully peels his shirt off before getting on her lap to grind on her.

The crowd eats it up and the woman is completely enthralled by the rest of his routine.

While everyone’s eyes are glued to the stage, a different dancer, taller and leaner with the plushest lips approaches you.

“Hi, will you come with me onstage?”

You were surprised to be picked a second time but maybe these guys lose track of whoever they give lap dances to during the show.

You were about to decline when Yuna screams, “Oh my god, yes, YN!!! Pick her!”

The dancer smiles and you relent, thinking that this was just a lucky night for you.

As you are ushered toward the stage, another chair is propped diagonal from the woman who was already there. Was this a double act? You weren’t sure.

“What’s your name, honey?” The emcee asks, pointing the microphone to you.

“YN,” you answer.

“Alright, YN! Will you give Jungkook permission?”

You whip your head around underneath the blinding stage lights, trying to identify this ‘Jungkook,’ to no avail. Then, thinking there was no way anything could go wrong, you absently shrug your shoulders and say, “Y-yes.”

You sit down as soon as the chorus fades into the next verse of the song and you feel an arm caress your shoulder. You turn your head and once the glare of the spotlight fades, your eyes widen at the sight of the same tattooed hottie, now dressed in a pair of jeans and what looked like a tear-away shirt.

Jungkook pushes your knees together and just like the first time, dances on your lap. He cupped your nape and leans in, which sends the audience into a frenzy.

Still, in a state of shock, all you can do is laugh nervously while he goes about his dance. He tears his shirt open, hands roaming over his chest and cupping himself, his hips perfectly timed with the beat.

He does a synchronized choreography with Jimin, where they switch off partners briefly so you have the other dancer grinding on you for a few bars of the song.

You were in awe of the routine. It wasn’t trashy or remotely corny. Even the way they stripped their shirts off was beautifully synchronized. It was all seductive and designed to stimulate your senses.

You’d gone to another adult male revue show once, a few years ago and even though you had a fun time, you felt that it seemed a bit old-fashioned. Not only were the men terrible dancers but the show was formatted to focus on them.

This show was different. It felt more interactive and more focused on the audience.

Every dancer there, looked as if they were all asking you what you wanted and were fully intent on giving it to you by the end of the night. 

Not long after, Jungkook gets up and speaks into your ear again. “I need you to put your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist. It’s all part of the routine,” he says hastily. 

“W-What?” Your pulse raised. You didn’t see any hint of this act within the customer reviews.

He cocked his head to the side and uttered, “Time to pay up!”

In a flash, he lifts you off the chair, making you instinctively grab onto his neck for support. He smacks you in the ass, making you yelp in surprise.

You were subconsciously grateful that you decided to go against the mini-dress and instead went with black jeans and a mock-neck fitted top, lest you suffer some sort of wardrobe malfunction.

He carefully lays you on the floor, gently pushing your knees apart–and at the drop of the beat,  dips his head to your center, and grinds his hips against the floor. 

The crowd goes wild when he rises to his knees, takes your ankles, holds them straight up with one hand, and grinds into you. He puts them down, hovers over you, and flips his body around in a 69 position with you.

Deafening screams fill the entire theater, making your eras ring.

The last thing you remember before your vision blacks out is seeing Jungkook’s shit-eating grin with pink paper bills falling around you like confetti.

******

“Oh my god! Thank you, guys, for planning this,” Yuna gleefully says to your group. “This is the best bachelorette ever!”

You snorted. “Shit, I hope it’s the only one you’re planning on having.”

“Ugh, girl! You know what I mean!” She laughed, then hugged you tightly. You all file out of the theater and take group photos, thanking the nice stranger who offered.

“Man, those guys got me so horny, I might drunk-dial my man for a little action,” Divya blurts out.

“Whatever you decide, do it in the walk-in closet, please,” Leia says.

“Speaking of horny–how bout that one guy hitting up YN twice?!” Myla teases, making the other girls pile on you.

“Guys, stop!” You wave them off. “He’s just doing his job. It’s not that deep.”

“Oh, I can tell–he really wanted to get deep into you,” Divya and Myla high-five each other.

“Whatever,” you shook your head. “Do you all still want to hang around here or head back to our hotel? I got us on the list at the club there. What do you want to do, Miss Bride-to-Be?” You turn to Yuna.

“Eh, let’s head back,” she shrugs. “Besides, I need to change out of these fucking heels. My toes are about to fall off!” She winces as you all head to the rideshare pickup area. “And then we’ll head into the club to get fucked up!”

“Hell yeah, ladies’ open bar for the win!” You yell out.

“Sheesh, I’m freaking starving. I’m thinking of heading straight for the crab legs and prime rib,” you say to Myla while your group stood in line to check in for your brunch reservations.

“At 10:45 in the morning?” She says with a quizzical look.

“It’s a buffet, My. They serve everything once it opens.”

After crawling back up to your suite a little after 2AM this morning, it was a shock that your whole group managed to wake up and get ready in time to make your way to the buffet at your hotel.

“I don’t know about you guys but I’m down for bottomless mimosas,” Divya remarks.

“Me too,” Yuna says.

Leia, who just handed her credit card to the cashier turned her head to address the rest of you. “Me three! Also, I’m pretty sure I had a dream about one of the guys from last night,” she quipped.

You yawn, trying to keep yourself awake while your girlfriends reminisce about your wild night out.

Myla teases Yuna about being so drunk that she wanted to  Facetime-sex her fiance, Soobin, from the club’s bathroom. Unfortunately, she passed out from having one too many shots. Sometime in the middle of the night, she apparently admits to dry-humping Divya, whom she shared a bed with last night.

Yuna embarrassingly apologizes. “Girl, if you wanted to dry-hump, you could have told me. I brought my teenie mini on this trip,” Divya says, making Myla laugh out loud.

Leia’s ears start to ring. “Speaking of dry-humping, I still can’t get over the action that YN got last night!”

Your cheeks start to heat up at the memory–you did have a lot to drink last night and may have said some naughty things to one of the dancers. But you weren’t going to see him again so you laugh it off in an effort to move on from the subject.

“Are we still on that?” You laughed. “I mean…fine, it was pretty wild but you guys are making a big deal out of nothing. I’m sure they have to do that several times a night to audience members–based on the reviews I’ve read online, at least,” you say in an attempt to rationalize the situation.

“I don’t know,” Divya says. “He was pumping his hips awfully hard when you guys were onstage!”

“Ooh look at those crab legs!” You exclaim loudly.

That seemed to be the magical word to get the heat off you. Deep down, you wished you didn’t have other plans today since you seriously contemplated seeing the show again. Then again, this trip wasn’t about you–it was about celebrating Yuna and your friends who wanted to indulge in a wild weekend, without spouses, kids, or significant others.

******

With two plates full of meat and seafood, you carefully make your way back to your table. But you abruptly stop when you notice staff setting out some braised pork belly.

“Dee!” You call out to Divya. “Help me get a plate!”

She stops to turn to you only to say, “Do you see how full my hands are? Just come back for it later.”

You let out a pathetic whine when you see several patrons grabbing one plate after another.

You curse under your breath, torn between abandoning one of your plates to pick up some pork belly.

“Need some help there?” A male-sounding voice asked.

You whip your head around in confusion. Your mouth falls open when you see who was offering to assist you.

“Uhm–h-hi,” you say to the same man who gave you a lapdance and essentially dry-fucked you onstage in front of hundreds of people.

******

It was like a scene out of a movie. A bunch of male entertainers randomly running into a party of women who were in town for a bachelorette party, at a buffet–out of all the other buffets this city had to offer. You couldn’t have planned it better yourself.

Your parties pushed your tables together as chatter flowed casually. Jungkook sat next to you while his buddies, Jimin, Namjoon, and Hoseok chatted away with your girlfriends.

“How long are you in town for?”  He asks you.

“We’re leaving tomorrow.” You answered.

His face faltered slightly. “I see. Early flight?”

You shook your head. “No, after lunch. Some of my friends will probably need some time to recover. They plan on staying up all night, trying to tick all of the boxes for this trip,” you laughed.

He laughed as well. “That’s cool. And a buffet is on your checklist?”

“Of course,” you smiled. “What about you? Do you hang out at buffets during the day when you’re not grinding your hips up at customers at night?”

He threw his head back and guffawed. You thought the way he wrinkled his nose when he laughed was adorable. “I mean, the food’s good here and they have the best selection out of the other places.”

You nod your head at his response.

“I’m glad to run into you, though,” he whispers in your ear, making you chuckle.

“Do you always say that to everyone you’ve given lapdances to?”

“No, because I almost never run into people I’ve given lapdances to,” He smiled, pushing some errant strands of hair away from your face.

You weren’t sure if he was full of shit or just being cute. Scratch that–you were sure about one of those things.

You laughed. “You’re cute.”

“Thanks. I think you’re cute, too.”

******

After brunch, your group didn’t have any solid plans before your reservations to The High Roller, a fancy Ferris wheel where groups of adult parties could avail of the open bar privileges in each pod.

One thing led to another and the next thing you knew, your group invited them for a bit of fun this afternoon.

Namjoon, the one whose dimples Myla wanted to drown in, suggested checking out the Seven Magic Mountains, an outdoor art installation in the desert which was a bit of a drive away. Since the strip was really more fun at night, exploring away from it was a welcomed idea.

You all head to the hotel’s parking lot to call for a rideshare when Jimin stops to check his weather app.

“Damn, the weather report says it’s going to rain,” Jimin remarks.

“What? But it looks so sunny out, though?” Hoseok countered.

“If it’s going to rain, I have another idea of what we could do indoors!” Namjoon pipes up. He suggests an indoor escape room at the next hotel. They also happen to have relatively cheaper casino games compared to the one at your hotel.

Everyone is in agreement until you realize that you planned to go back up to your room to take your jacket and change out of your bottoms.

“Sorry guys, I need to go back up to the room to grab a couple of things. I’ll come back down as fast as I can!”

“Need any help?” Jungkook offers.

Your girls start to snicker amongst themselves and you grow flustered.

“You don’t need to do that. I can find my way back,” you smiled, starting to walk back to the elevators.

“Right, but just in case you all decide to go on ahead to maximize time, at least you’ll have a local guy to show you around?”

You roll your eyes, thinking you could just humor this guy to stop your girlfriends from teasing you.

You relented. “Fine, you guys can go on ahead.”

“Just give us a call, YN,” Leia calls out, adding a mischievous wink while you and Jungkook walk back toward the elevators together.

When the doors shut and the cab ascends, you both stand on opposite corners.

You exchange looks as the cab ascends. He makes some remark about how much the hotel has changed since he was last here, to which you absently nod your head in blind agreement.

“Anyway,” he says in a sudden switch in subject, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you since last night.”

You gulped just as soon as the elevator dings its arrival on your floor. All you do is chuckle nervously and walk into the hallway, pretending you didn’t hear what he just said.

******

The censor beeps and you turn the door handle to enter the suite. Once you both stepped in, he caught you by your waist and gently spun you around to face him. Caging you against the wall, he asks, “I wasn’t sure if you heard what I said earlier?”

“I did,” you answer simply.

“I meant it.”

“Oh really,” you challenged.

“Yes,” he reaffirms. “Shall I show you?”

“I mean…it’s all empty words to me. Flirting is part of your job, isn’t it?”

He chuckled. “Last time I checked, I’m currently off the clock. So that must mean that I’m not bullshitting you.”

You smiled back at him. Truth or not, he was hot and you wanted to know more of what he was all about right this second. “Well, what are you waiting for then?”

He flashed a grin before he sealed his mouth over yours.

He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, smiling through your kisses while he carried you toward the bed. All the while, your tongues continued to lick into each other’s mouths and your hands roved everywhere.

You stumble onto the bed closest to the door and he haphazardly strips you off your bottoms.

“Geez…fuckkk.” your hands fisted the sheets beneath you, Jungkook pinned your hips to the mattress and flitted his tongue against your clit. Your core tightened and your vision blurred while your body settles into the pleasure that his tongue and fingers were so intent on giving to you.

The sight of his dark head between your legs made your pulse thrum, racing in unison with the steady humming that he did against your flesh. You caught sight of your panties on one side of the bed–they were ruined, literally shredded to pieces from his grip, and yet he was still fully dressed.

“I’m ready.” You pushed your fingers into his hair. As much as you relished his oral expertise and would happily lie on this bed all day to enjoy it, you didn’t have the luxury of time. Not to mention that people were waiting on you to simply fetch a jacket.

If those few seconds where you cupped him by the doorway were any indication of what you felt underneath those jeans,  you wanted it inside of you sooner rather than later.

“I’ll decide when you’re ready.”

“Come ooon,” you whine. “We have to—holy fuck!“ You gasped at the hard suctioning from his mouth, coupled with the two fingers he slid into you.

“You were saying?” He lifts his head, a cocky grin on his face while continuing to slowly rub the raw bundle of nerves deep within you.

“I want you inside…now,” you mewled while your legs shook.

“You’re so close, I can feel it,” he whispered before dipping his head down again to tease your swollen flesh with the tip of his tongue.

You plump your own breasts and tug at your nipples to get yourself closer to the edge.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jungkook breathes out at the sight of it.

You sucked in a deep breath as your climax neared. Even though you wanted his cock to fill you, the urge to cum while he ate you out was stronger.

You let out a breathy cry as you trembled through your orgasm, your back arched off the bed while you rode your high with each thrust of his fingers.

He hovers over you and whispers in your ear, “Atta girl.” His praise sent another course of shivers through you.

Eyes still shut, you groaned. “I’d come harder if you were inside me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he smirked. You flutter your eyes open to see him pulling off his shirt. His jeans and boxers followed more slowly.

You push up and lean back on your elbows. It was much more seductive to watch him do this privately…without prying eyes and other thirsty bitches wanting a piece. This show was all for you and you alone.

He straightened from shoving his boxer briefs down, then knelt on the foot of the bed and crawled toward you.

He hovered over you, his hair falling around his face. Tilting his head, he lowered his mouth and lightly traced the seam of your lips with the tip of his tongue. “I’ve wanted to taste you since I first laid eyes on you.”

You dart your tongue out to lick his. “I could say the same about you.”

You gripped his hips, arching upward to try to feel his warm skin against yours. You needed that closeness…craved it, even. And at this moment, it didn’t matter that this wasn’t going any further past the four walls of this hotel suite. You just wanted him.

You catch a glimpse of something squeezed between his pointer and middle finger. He brings it up to his mouth and tears the foil open with his teeth.

He sits back on his heels to roll the condom on while you sit up to pull your top off.

You wrapped your fingers around his length. He moans softly when you slowly pump him in your fist. You lean closer to kiss him, your hand still sliding up and down.

He breaks the kiss for a moment to slot himself between your legs, lining himself up to your center. He cradles your nape to pull you back into a kiss.

Slowly, he pushes into you. That initial contact, the soreness, makes you gasp. He continues to inch his way in, gradually stretching and filling you. Your walls clench around him once he’s fully in.

Your nails dug into firm flesh of his ass and tugged him against you. you didn’t care that it might hurt. If you didn’t get him in you, you thought you’d lose your mind.

Jungkook slid his hand into your hair, fisting it to hold you where he wanted you. “Look at me.”

You stilled at the command in his voice. You stared up at him, your frustration melting as you watched a slow, gradual transformation sweep over his handsome face.

His features tightened first as if he were pained. A wince knit his brow. His lips parted with a gasp, his chest beginning to heave with labored breaths. His jaw ticked and his skin grew hot to the touch. 

Your hands gripped onto his biceps, anticipation building.

“Fuck me, Jungkook,” you begged–hypersensitivity be damned.

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” he utters before he sinks himself into you.

Your mouth was agape while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You felt him enter you inch by delicious inch–you could have sworn you’d just cum again and he hadn’t even started to move.

You gasped. He was hard and so, so deep into you. The connection was…indescribably intense.

His hips ground against yours. His entire body steeled, his chest muscles and arms visibly straining as he pulled out to the tip before he slams back into you–hard. The scene was reminiscent of the night before, where you were both in the same position, fully clothed.

Except now, he was actually inside of you…claiming you in every possible way.

You moaned in pleasure while his chest rumbled with a low growl. “Fuck, you feel so good…”

Tightening his hold on you, he started to fuck into you rhythmically, nailing your hips to the mattress with fierce thrusts.

He buried his face in your neck, feeling his hot, steady breaths in your ear. Thrusting harder and faster, gasping heated words that drove you absolutely crazy.

You were so focused on every move, every swivel of his hips, every stroke that had pleasure coursing through your whole body like electricity.

You moaned helplessly, his mouth slanting over yours, capturing it. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving a small trail of crescent indents on his flesh.

Another orgasm brewed within you, everything tightening, clenching, squeezing. He shoves one hand beneath your hip, cupping your ass to lift you to meet his thrusts. His cock stroked your aching center over and over.

“Ahh…holy sh–I’m…fuck…” you babbled incoherently.

“Right there with you, YN.”

With a broken sob, you climaxed in a rush. His body tenses, shuddering as his own orgasm rips through him.

He collapses on top, though careful not to put his full weight on you. You both try to catch your breaths, all the while having no clue how long you laid like that. His lips grazed over your shoulder and neck–it was an unexpected soothing moment.

******

“You know, your friends could get suspicious,” He chuckles, pointing to your outfit that was completely different from what you had on when you came up to your room.

You roll your eyes. “I’m sure they have a good idea of what went down.”

“Oh, do they?” He sauntered toward you, his arm snaking around your waist.

“Yeah. We’re all grown-ups here who just want to have a good time,” you answered him.

He leans in closer, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “And did you?”

“I did, thanks.” You give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Anyway, Yuna sent me a text saying that they’re at the restaurant if we want to meet up. You’re welcome to come if you want to?”

He sighs and carefully pulls himself away from you. “Ah, I wish I could but I gotta get back and get ready for the show.”

You shrug nonchalantly. “Oh okay.”

“I don’t get off ‘til 1AM. Sorry,” he says with regret.

“Hey, no need to apologize. We both got what we wanted,” you say simply.

He nods. “Are you leaving tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you answer. “Time to get back to reality and all that.”

“Well, if you’re ever in town again…” he says slowly.

Jungkook was cute, but he was just a fantasy. And this was just a one-time thing. You figured that he was just being nice.

“Sure,” you answer him vaguely. “I’ll hit you up.”

He smiled, walking toward you again. “Alright well…have a safe flight back, I guess?” He raised his hand to touch one of your fringed earrings.

“Thanks.”

Sure, he was just a one-time fuck but it was probably going to be a while before you’d forget about him.

He stood there, his face an inch away from you, staring.

“I thought you said you had to leave for work?” You chewed at your bottom lip and stared back at him.

“I did say that,” he whispers while he tongues his lip piercing. While you watch him do it, your body temperature quickly rises to a fever pitch once more.

He swallowed roughly. “Would you think it was incredibly cheesy if I asked for a goodbye kiss?”

What mesmerized you was his big, round eyes and the hint of vulnerability that flowed out of them. You’re not sure why but the thought of that made you want to give him anything that he asked for.

“No. You can have one.”

With your permission, he captures your mouth with his.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss. You licked into his mouth, stroking your tongue along his eliciting a low growl from him.

His hand grazes the small of your back and moves lower until he reaches the swell of your ass. He gives it a definitive squeeze, making you jump slightly. He catches you and presses his body harder against yours, while you moan into his mouth.

You’re both breathless when you pull away. He presses his forehead against yours.

“Damn…I wish you lived around here,” he panted.

The yearning in his voice was unmistakable. Under normal circumstances, you would hang onto that, roll around, and coat yourself in it. But as any person knows, nobody expects permanence in this town. And whatever happens here…stays.

You giggled, dipping your head on his chest briefly. When you lift it, you see him smiling at you. “I mean…we had our fun, right?” 

He flashed a warm smile and agreed. “Yeah, that was fun.”

******

You both make your way back down the hallway and toward the elevators and attempt to make small talk.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he answers.

“Your performances at the club…do you pretty much stick to the same routine every night?”

He shrugs. “Depends. Sometimes, the emcee asks the audience member to choose a dancer, sometimes it’s random. But we all stick to the same routine with a few improvisations.”

“Ah,” you nodded.

He pushes the ‘down’ button and immediately, one of the elevators opens up and you both step into the cab.

While it descends, you decide to sneak a glance at him only to find that he was doing the same thing. You both burst into laughter.

“Sorry…I didn’t mean to stare,” he says.

“It’s fine,” you smiled.

“So, why did you ask about the performances? Was there a number in particular that you were curious about?”

You shrugged absentmindedly, staring at your feet. “N-no reason. Just making conversation.”

He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest as you approach the first floor.

You shake your thoughts out of your head, keeping in mind that your friends were waiting for you to rejoin them.

You didn’t know why you felt awkward all of a sudden. He’s just been inside you, for crying out loud! And yet, maybe the thought of him being this unattainable fantasy was what prompted you to say the things you had said last night and earlier today…or you were just horny.

You start to rub the back of your neck to diffuse the tension there. Yep…definitely a high percentage of just feeling horny.

Finally, the elevator doors open up and he steps out right before you. Before he gets too far, you capture his wrist and tug him back toward you. It takes him by surprise.

“You know what? I am curious about one thing.”

His eyebrow quirked with curiosity.

“That whipped cream number–”

Before you could finish, he cuts you off. “I remember passing a coffee shop around the corner. He grazes your chin with his thumb, making your pulse erratic. “Maybe we can buy a can from them and I can show you what really goes on after the lights go out.“ He cocked an eyebrow at you.

Your answer is immediate and a little too breathless. “Yes–let’s do that!”

[radarsteddybear]

Above is the Memphis Belle, a Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress.  These bombers were used heavily throughout WWII in all combat theaters, though most significantly over Europe. The Memphis Belle was the first such bomber to complete all of her 25 missions and return to the US*, where she went on a war bond tour.  She was also the subject of a 1944 documentary and a 1990 film.  The plane was named after the pilot's girlfriend back home and was taken from the film Lady for a Night; the pinup design was provided from the April 1941 issue of Esquire magazine.

You can see the ball turret in the fourth and fifth pictures.  I can't imagine being crammed in one tens of thousand of feet in the air.  That sounds absolutely terrifying.  You can also see the very many guns sticking out all over the plane to defend itself from other planes in the air.

The final picture is of the Norden Bombsight, one of most closely guarded pieces of Allied technology during WWII (though it turned out later that the bombsight wasn't as secret--or unique--as had been thought). It allowed bombers to aim with significantly more accuracy than previously, though by today's standards, it...really sucks. For example, in one bombing that send 250 bombers to destroy a ball bearing factory, only about 1 in 10 bombs fell within 500 feet of their target, and additional raids were needed to completely destroy the target. If you look really closely in the bottom right corner of the display case, you can see that the bombsight is marked as being radioactive.

*There were a few other B-17s that finished their 25 missions before the Memphis Belle, but this one was the first to return to the States.

There are two more pictures, one of the open bomb bay and another of the ball turret, under the cut:

[bigassbowlingballhead]

Okay, but hear me out: in that new Paul Downs show with Kaley Cuoco, the other characters are members of a regional theater troupe. 👀 And in the moodboard for his Esquire shoot, they hinted at “new-age thespian” 👀 (https://x.com/faephilia/status/1857121772291989810?s=46&t=gjspkHH_XZBQgLxtfRC34w)

I’m probably clowning hard here, but what if???? 🤡

i'm liking how this is shaping up. i'm here for it.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Photograph of Jason Robards via Bettmann.

* * * *

By now the first marriage is finished and he marries another actress (“I 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 marry them,” he says later). And from the plush precincts of “21” to the No Name Bar in the Village, he is one of the legendary boozers of New York.

“It’s an occupational disease with actors,” says Robards. “It goes back to Dionysus and the Greeks, they always got pissed after a show, and it’s been going on longer than our society and I think it will continue forever. . . . It was great fun in those days to wipe out things you couldn’t cope with—stay up all night and have a good time, sing and laugh and play the piano, sit around and bullshit till dawn and forget about responsibilities. O’Toole was part of that, and Plummer, and Burton, all of us in the theater who wanted to forget our night’s work and pain and family and whatever. Maybe it’s because actors are in another world for a while. It takes them some time to get back. Actors are using their whole adrenal system—a whole physical system as well as a whole mental system. They need time to come down. So they drink. But drinking actors are sober when they work.

“Movie actors do it in a different way. They drink because they’re sitting around the beach all day and never get a call for six months. A lot of wonderful actors are sitting out there waiting to work three times a year. They do three television movies a year and that’s it, so what do you do the rest of the time? I used to live out there and never go out on the beach, never walk on the beach for a month or two at a time. I just didn’t want to go out and watch a bunch of bastards jogging around . . .”

--Jason Robards to John Bryson in Esquire, January 1978

[Follies of God]

[kaletastrophes]

Pedro Pascal: A Life in Movies

Categorizing every film Pedro has mentioned in public.

Notes and Sources:

He mentions the 1979 film Caligula here in this interview but it’s so in passing I didn’t feel I could fully include it above.

He talks about Last Tango in Paris in that same interview but its…in relation to Marlon Brando’s dick size hahaha so again I didn’t feel this was enough to warrant inclusion. I'm sorry, I would have loved to include it! But alas.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have given so much space to Kramer vs. Kramer because it’s mentioned in passing in his funny Superman story, but I made the executive decision to put it in there anyway. 

So I didn’t include it in the graphic above but Superman was actually the film the Pascal family was watching in the theater when young Pedro wondered off and got lost. 

When Pedro Pascal was roughly 4 years old, he and his family went to see the 1978 hit movie “Superman,” starring Christopher Reeve. Pascal’s young parents had come to live in San Antonio after fleeing their native Chile during the rise of dictator Augusto Pinochet in the mid-1970s. Taking Pascal and his older sister to the movies — sometimes more than once a week — had become a kind of family ritual, a way to soak up as much American pop culture as possible. At some point during this particular visit, Pascal needed to go to the bathroom, and his parents let him go by himself. “I didn’t really know how to read yet,” Pascal says with the same Cheshire grin that dazzled “Game of Thrones” fans during his run as the wily (and doomed) Oberyn Martel. “I did not find my way back to ‘Superman.'” Instead, Pascal wandered into a different theater (he thinks it was showing the 1979 domestic drama “Kramer vs. Kramer,” but, again, he was 4). In his shock and bewilderment at being lost, he curled up into an open seat and fell asleep. When he woke up, the movie was over, the theater was empty, and his parents were standing over him. To his surprise, they seemed rather calm, but another detail sticks out even more. “I know that they finished their movie,” he says, bending over in laughter. “My sister was trying to get a rise out of me by telling me, ‘This happened and that happened and then Superman did this and then, you know, the earthquake and spinning around the planet.'” In the face of such relentless sibling mockery, Pascal did the only logical thing: “I said, ‘All that happened in my movie too.'” (Source)

Poor baby hahaha 

He also mentions Paper Moon here around the 3 minute mark, as a film that the Mando team asked him to watch to inform the Mando character and his relationship with the child.

Chinatown and Dog Day Afternoon are mentioned as two of his all time favorite films in both his Reddit AMA and this Buzzfeed interview. The Reddit AMA is also where he mentions Solaris, Alien, and Superman.

Alien being is mentioned AGAIN in his Variety interview here. The interviewer of this really annoys me but that's truly here nor there.

Dog Day's Attica! scene is named as his favorite movie scene in this interview. That interview is also where he speaks about Alien, and The Omen.

The story about his father taking him to see Watership Down can be found here.

Jaws is mentioned briefly is his Vogue Italia interview.

Star Wars is mentioned in his Esquire Spain interview.

Masterlist

[plenilune]

put together a little outfit to go see THE DOOM GENERATION at the Esquire Theater and realised too late I’ve just done a genderswapped Spike from BtVS cosplay. uh. well I’m committed now. sorry.

[lindszeppelin]

Hello everyone, Happy New Years!! I hope that 2023 is the year for everyone's wishes, dreams, and accomplishments to manifest. These past few years for myself have been quite stressful and it's not something I talk about on social media, so without knowing it you've all helped to make 2022 bearable for me.

I've been on Tumblr for so long that I should receive some kind of senior discount. Out of all the fandom's i've been apart of, the Austin/Elvis community is one of the friendliest groups i've seen. And it was one that I didn't expect to join at all.

July 9th, the day after my birthday, was when I went into the theaters with my parents to watch the Elvis movie. I had no clue who Austin Butler was. I knew who Elvis was, but I wasn't a big fan. I was keen to see what things I could learn about him, and maybe gain a different perspective and newfound appreciation. Well, upon minute one of watching the movie and exiting the theater I was a changed person.

I was quite literally obsessed with Elvis and I learned everything about him. Falling down the rabbit hole is putting it mildly lol. And then, this sweet blonde blue eyed man came along for the ride with me. To say that Austin changed my life is a massive understatement. I don't know what I would do without those two men. They're forever interwoven into my life.

NOW...onto the parts that are extra fun :) because why the fuck not!

Music is something i'm extremely passionate about. It honestly should be an official love language because im a professional mixtape maker lol. Since the summertime i've been compiling a playlist of songs specifically for Austin that fit his vibe, and that I think he'd enjoy (if he isn't aware of the songs already). The playlist itself is already linked in my profile, but I wanted to share my top 10 choices for the man himself! He's the best muse i've had in a long time :)

Incubus: Echo

Gary Clark Jr: I Don't Owe You a Thing

Royal Blood: Figure It Out

The Pretty Reckless: Absolution

S. Carey: Have You Stopped to Notice?

Al Green: Let's Stay Together

Beach House: Myth

Mac Miller: Dang!

Tame Impala: The Less I Know the Better

Guitar Song (Demo): Frou Frou

There's been way too many videos of Austin that I watched in 2022. Like...my YouTube history is filled with nothing but him lol. So, I thought i'd compile a list of my top 10 favorite moments of Austin this year. There's a wide variety for everybody, and for some reason incase you haven't seen some of these, you're welcome ;)

Austin's Actors on Actors with Janelle Monae

Austin on SNL as Grandma Lois (Jewish Elvis skit)

Austin on Jimmy Fallon

Austin for Esquire (on his fashion)

Austin for GQ (10 things he can't live without)

Austin at Graceland for Access

Austin for HBO MAX (how he transformed into Elvis)

Austin's "Firsts"

Austin with Baz (I call this one the "manspreading, sleepy, sexy Austin interview lol)

Austin for Deadline

MISC EXTRA VIDS (really short ones)

Austin being super bashful in Japan

Austin posing for the camera at Cannes

Austin eating Elvis's sandwich in Graceland

Austin at the Governor's Awards

And last but certainly not least, all of these lovely people i've grown to love over the last half of 2022, and I can't thank all of you enough for the friendship and heartwarming laughs you've provided me! If you aren't following them already, please do ♥

@powerofelvis @cryingabtab @ab4eva @infatuatedharleys @areacodefan @star-shard @purejasmine @avengen @elvisabutler @burninlovebutlerr @samfangirls @p-oolshark @pearlparty @plasticfantasticl0ver @troubleinapinksuit @imperialmarchingthroughthegalaxy @karamelcoveredolicity @floralcyanide @foreverdolly @blurredcolour @lovininapinkcadillac @lllsaslll @powerofelvis @aconflagrationofmyown @mymamalife @stargiirl27 @ash-omalley @loving-elvis @presleyonfilm @fantuhsise @she-is-juniper @elvisstyles @butlerstyles @missmaywemeetagain @bisexualwvtson @succsessions @sapphirescripts @carnevol @if-i-can-dream-of-elvis @mamaspresley

Love you all, and see you in 2023!

[kodachrome-net]

Esquire Theater, Chicago, September 2007

[gotankgo]

«Boston - 8-30-72 - Last House on the Left played the Astor and Paramount, both at the time were connected to Esquire Theaters which meant an instant connection to Hallmark Releasing.

Saco, Maine- 8-30-74 - The House That Vanished played the Saco Drive In, at the time connected to Sonderling Broadcasting Corp which just called itself SBC in The 80's. The still running ozoner which located across the street.»

[jetblcksocool]

(7/5/24) jett posing for me under the marquee of the esquire theater in clifton.

[destinyc1020]

I'm the one who sent in the thing about Kaia and Austin. I think I worded it wrong, but no way did I mean it was Austin's responsibility to give her lessons lol. I just meant that Austin himself took many acting classes to get better. She should follow his lead and take classes, if she's as passionate about acting as she claims.

Thanks Anon for clarifying lol. Yea, I figured that's what you meant😅

(Even though I've joked about this myself in the past) I just wanted to make sure to stress that it's no way Austin's responsibility to be making sure his gf gets acting lessons lol. Every actor should be responsible for themselves.

Like you said, Austin has taken acting lessons over the years, he's worked with acting coaches, voice coaches, he's done theater plays (even talked about possibly going back to theater in his more recent Esquire magazine interview), etc. in order to work on and improve his craft. That's what an actor DOES.

Btw.... Austin's acting was NEVER anywhere near as bad as Kaia's acting imo...not even when he was on Nickelodeon and Disney shows as a kid lol. 😅

Even doing "fluff" stuff, his acting has always been believable to me. I thought he did pretty well on "The Carrie Diaries" in fact. 😊 But maybe it's just my nostalgia talking.

I can't speak for "The Shannnnananaa Chronicles" lol since I've never ever actually seen that show😅 , but I do recall him saying that he regrets his acting work in that show.... I mean, I'm sure every actor has a project they may have not felt was their best. Plus, his mom just died right before he did that show, so he may not have been in the right headspace then.

[cantquitu]

Chris Pine on Don't Worry Darling and "spitgate" in Venice for Esquire, 1 March 2023:

"When he’s alone in the sauna, Pine will stretch or listen to a podcast, but because I’m here, we talk about his last big moment out in the world: the seemingly quite nutso Don’t Worry Darling press tour, consumed soap-operatically by a diversion-craving populace when the film premiered in Venice last September. “If there was drama, there was drama,” Pine says of the shoot, but for the record, “I absolutely didn’t know about it, nor really would I have cared. If I feel badly, it’s because the vitriol that the movie got was absolutely out of proportion with what was onscreen. Venice was normal things getting swept up in a narrative that people wanted to make, compounded by the metastasizing that can happen in the Twittersphere. It was ridiculous.” He speaks well of Olivia Wilde and Harry Styles (“a sweet guy”), loves Florence Pugh—whom he first worked with in 2018’s Outlaw King—“to fucking death,” and maintains that nobody spat on anybody in Venice.

And those photos of Pine spacing out during that Venice press conference, the ones people turned into memes imagining him rethinking his every life choice, trying to astral-project his consciousness away from the torture chamber of the Darling promo cycle? “All the memes I saw about my face in Venice made me fucking laugh,” he says, especially the one captioned “me on an important zoom call watching my cat throw up on the sofa.” But he swears all he was doing was admiring the ceiling of the Palazzo del Casinò, jet-laggedly. “Sometimes the question’s not that interesting,” he says, “and you just fucking zone out, and you’re looking at a ceiling because it’s really pretty.”

The runaway narrative around Darling meant nobody talked about Pine’s magnetically unpleasant turn as a midcentury-modern cult leader, recasting his natural charisma as something toxic and threatening for a movie about retrogressive masculinity. It’s the latest of many Chris Pine films in which he simultaneously embodies and interrogates an old-school idea of movie manliness, squaring the past with the values of the present.

It was the waning days of summer and the Venice Film Festival was in full swing. The warm sun was setting on a perfect Italian evening, and the cast of Don't Worry Darling was finally premiering their anticipated film. After months of rumors—cast feuds!, "Miss Flo!", Harry and Olivia!—the Aperol spritz was flowing and things were looking up. And then, Harry Styles entered the same row in the theater as Chris Pine, leaned down towards his costar as he edged toward his seat and...did he just hock a loogie at Captain Kirk???? The Internet erupted.

Now, many months removed, Chris Pine sat down with Esquire—check out our March 2023 cover story—and gave us the lowdown on what really happened in that moment. Did Harry spit on him? Were they feuding? Was it an accidental walk-by spit? Or was it some secret exchange that only celebrities could understand? In our newest episode of Explain This, streaming above, Pine confirms that Harry did not, in any way, spit on him as he passed. He continues, adding, "Harry's a very very kind guy."

But Pine does admit, he sees how the fire spread. "I was on the plane with my publicist, who says I look like Rachel from Friends [with my current hairstyle], we're flying back from Venice. And I'm sleeping, having a great time on the plane. I love planes," he begins. "And she wakes me up, in a, you know, in a state. She says, 'We have to craft a message about what happened in Venice.' And I'm like 'About what?' 'About Harry spitting on you.' Which I have no idea what happened. She showed me the thing. It does look, indeed, like Harry spitting on me. He didn't spit on me."

Turns out, it was just a joke between Styles and Pine that was shared. As Pine says: "I think what he said, is he leaned down, and I think he said, 'It's just words, isn't it?' Because we had this little joke, because we're all jetlagged, we're all trying to answer these questions, and sometimes when you're doing these press things, your brain goes all befuddled, you know, you start speaking gibberish, and we had a joke like, 'It's just words, man.'"

So there you have it. It's just words, man.

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Busy day for Phil in the press! Justin Theroux also talked about PSH and their early friendship in NYC theater with Esquire:

We met doing a play [Shopping and Fucking] together off-Broadway. He had done Scent of a Woman and a small part in Boogie Nights. He used to live on my street, so we’d see each other quite often and he would come over and I’d have a little stack of scripts. And I’d go over to his house, and he’d have a little stack of scripts. He was always getting these offers for “schlubby loser who opens the movie masturbating,” or whatever. I do remember him looking at my scripts going, “I’d like to get some scripts like this.” And I was looking at his schlubby-loser-masturbating pieces thinking, I’d like a script like that.

But he was operating at a different level, earlier on, than any of our peer group. He had that capacity to go incredibly deep, and he was wonderful. Shame he’s not here to do it.