#forgein film

[pyreofsunflowers]

What I watched this week (3/6-3/12 '23)

Perfect Blue (1997, dir. Satoshi Kon)

I'm not saying anything new when I say I loved what a mindfuck this movie is. Truly a masterpiece in keeping you glued to the narrative and second guessing your own interpretation of the film.

It's really hard to talk about this movie without getting into really big spoiler territory but I'll do my best to describe why this film is such a masterpiece. Beyond the striking visuals and the intense score, Perfect Blue tackles the psyche of fame in a way I've never seen done before. It gets it so perfect, from the jealousy, the self loathing, to the wide variety of opinions of the public it paints a compelling picture of how fame literally, and figuratively traps one in it's web. Much like Mima, I constantly found myself backtracking and second guessing the films narrative, and ultimately the payoff left me with just the right amount of unanswered questions. I can't wait to re-watch and pick up on anything I may have missed.

5/5

Fallen Angels (1995, dir. Wong Kar-wai)

This!!! movie!!! is!!! so!!! sweet!!!! It's a movie about weirdos falling in love made for weirdos. The plot is just a loose thread that holds this bundle of joy and light against the grimey city underbelly together in the bestest of ways. This movie is ultimately about its characters, and for having so many different arcs going on all it once, it manages to give each one the right ammount of time to shine and grab onto my mind enough to leave a mark.

The theme of love and lonlieness permeates and saturates this film through the dark, intimate aesthetics and the bloody over the top gunfights and it makes it something special - and one of my favroites.

5/5

Escape From New York (1981, dir. John Carpenter)

Watching this movie as a metal gear solid fan is a trip, and probably contributed to 90% of my enjoyment of it. I know I know everyone has said it, "Snake plisken! snake plisken!" but there's more to it than that. The pacing, the plot structure, the elements of sci-fi all of it was used as a base in MGS and it's so cool to see it in it's original form!

Metal Gear references aside, Escape from New York is a solid sci fi action flick with good (albeit silly) worldbuilding and a solid, likeable cast of characters. I thought the movie lagged a little bit, but it made up for it in every other aspect - especially in it's action scenes.

4/5

Scream 3 + 4 (2000, 2011, dir. Wes Craven)

Oh scream, why does everyone love you? Honestly, am I just missing something with these movies? Is there some secret piece of knwoeldge I've glossed over? Or are people just stupid. I don't know. These movies are painfully boring and uninteresting people! The twists aren't fun, the gore is boring, the satire is blunt, and oh my god are the characters ever awful!

Look, I understand that looking for good characters in a Slasher is like trying to find a needle in a haystack, I understand that! But I'd forgive this movie if it didn't spend so much fucking time on them! I do not care about Sidney prescott. I do not care about Gale Weathers. I do not care about Dewey Riley. They are all fine as plot devices to keep the kills coming, but as these movies go on and on they become more and more about these people who I simply do not care about.

Scream 3: 1.5/5

Scream 4: 2/5

Scream + Scream 6 (2022, 20223 dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett)

Sadly, new directors couldn't fix this movie. They continue to perpetuate every flaw of the Craven films, and somehow manage to make them worse. The characters are just as flat, the movie is still way to long, and despite all the talk of "requels" , "elevated horror" and "reboots'' the satire continues to feel dated and overall blunt. I'm sorry, Scream franchise but saying something is a trope then doing it is neither funny or good satire.

I also personally find these two insulting as they try to knock sigh "whiney snowflake nerds with letterboxed" accounts down a peg for not enjoying.... shallow cashgrab franchise shlock? very strange angle for a satire to take but alright I guess. Also this film trys to tackle social media and. Just fails so horribly on it. At least 6 finally had some good kills.

Scream (2022): 0.5/5

Scream 6: 2/5

Better Call Saul S6 (2022, shrn.  Vince Gilligan and Peter Gould.)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. That is my emotions on the end of this show. OH MY GOD what a ride this series has been, did you know I actually started it to get some inspiration for a long abandonded fanfiction? because I did. And GOD am I ever glad I did because the payoff, the journey was incredible. I haven't been this nethralled by a TV show in perhaps ever. I was on the edge of my seat for the entirtiy of season 6, just waiting to see how it would all come crashing down and MY GOD did it ever.

It is so hard for me to be and speak normally about this show, in fact I don't think I could even if I tried so I'm just going to leave it at that. Until next week folks!

[secretsofthewilde]

Me: I know I started watching Deadloch because Pamela Rabe was in it (and heard there was a queer lead character) but I'm actually really loving the show in general and I'm probably gonna forget she's in it bc I'm so invested in Dulcie's story

Also me, whenever Margaret is on screen: oh my god it's Pamela Rabe (!!!)

[skiplo-wave]

jeanne du barry review

Was able watch movie of Johnny in French and speaking french film thanks to @sullxo Ngl could not get the subtitles to work but hey aint first forgein movie I watch without subtitles.

Movie is legit beauiful. The set design the costumes I'm postive movie had two set budgets this and paying Johnny and rest of cast lol. Matter of fact three budgets for hair and makeup alone

Now I could be wrong but this movie felt like pretty woman but French circa 15-1700s(?) I think. There's love but this big ass house and folks have zero respect for Johnny's new boo. Her brother(?) dies and they just mocking her griefing!? Aint johnny the king or duke??? KILL THESE TRAMPS with their ugly ass wigs. Evil step sisters headass.

*ahem* Butler guy and tall guy are some homies. They chill being Johnny's boo's besties that's nice.

Uhh literal black boy jumpscare. This movie was is so white (literally) everyone started screaming seeing him. Again no subitltes but they treating him right...i guess...

there's a new girl, sis thinks she's part of the club. Tall guy does NOT vibe with her.

Imma be honest I'm here for Johnny. And MAN he really came to this movie to look slutty and be a sugar daddy. Him speaking french 🥴 I've counted 15 different outfits this man had on. Some he had wigs on and other real hair down. HOT. Him dying not so hot >:'/ And uhh ending boo thang is sent to the nuns. I guess tall dude is in charge now ( was he's johnny son???)

Anyway movie over aesthics alone is 10/10 plot wise er 7/10 I'll try rewatch with workign subitles

[ballet-symphonie]

MT Q+A

Have you heard any updates in Maria Khoreva’s injury? Her posts on IG are getting very cryptic and concerning. Definitely a lack of giving updates. While injuries to dancers are very personal, there seems to be something “off” about this. It would be such a shame if this is career-ending.

It is hard to know her status, as I never know when the content she's posting was filmed. Some of it feels decently recent so it looks like she's dancing again in some capacity but I'm really not sure? Most 'in the know' people on Russian SNS have been very tight-lipped as well about her recovery. I am glad to see her taking her time, if nothing else, I want to see her dancing again but only when she's ready.

Ale, you once mentioned you'd like to see Anastasia Lukina getting another shot at Giselle after her debut as Medora. I saw that recently she did perform as Giselle for the first time since her debut in Le Corsaire, so I'm curious to know your thoughts on her latest performance and also if it was accepted well by the audience.

I saw very little honestly, most of the clips I saw from that performance were almost exclusively Stepin's solos. If she was bad, I'm sure she would have been badmouthed as she has been in the past (and if she did a disaster then she likely would have been given lots of false pity). I think it's far more likely she was decently mediocre and that the Russian audience was far more distracted by Nagahisa's returning Giselle :(

I feel like I can’t enjoy May Nagahisa like I used to do before the war. I really liked her and was happy to support her career, but I really can’t defend her decision to go back, is there any explanation? I don’t believe she didn’t have any good offers from other companies

I find it hard to believe that she didn't have any other offers and I also feel differently about her now that she's gone back. Like why did you leave in the first place then? So spineless! Regardless, she's a leading soloist with a versatile repertoire, a diploma from a reputable school, and an excellent following. She is a bit short for some European companies, but it's difficult for me to blame everything on her height. I'm confident she had options if she wanted them. Why Caxieta didn't get her head on straight and get her to stay in Amsterdam is beyond me. I am also very curious to know what the Japanese ballet community has to say about her currently.

Thoughts on Alina Somova? Sometimes I feel like there are things that no one can dance better than her, but other times I feel like something is bothering me. I don't know... she confuses me.

She has her good roles and she has her bad roles like everyone else, but the difference between her 'floor' and her 'celing' is larger than most ballerinas IMO. I have a friend who studied at VBA (forgeiner obviously) and was invited to watch her rehearsals from time to time by Somova's coach, Tatyana Terekhova. He would sometimes leave rehearsals flabbergasted and terrified for Alina, she had looked completely out of sorts, falling all over the place. But that night at the theatre, his jaw would drop, every pirouette was perfect and every balance was held. Of course, sometimes the opposite happened, she was too good in rehearsal but a disaster on stage.

For what it's worth, he thinks she could dance the Queen of the Dryads part in her sleep.

Is Alina Somova still with the Mariinsky or has she left Russia?

She is still listed as part of the company but is keeping a very low profile and is not performing often.

Maybe it is just me, but it doesn't make sense imo why in a theatre as competitive as MT with so many EXCELLENT dancers, Nuikina is a second soloist. At this moment, when so many gorgeous girls (and especially men but this is another story, don't get me started) are waiting for promotions, I feel like she is the only one which I consider as totally overated, talking on her rank.

Well, there's a reason why she hasn't been getting nearly as many debuts recently...

[stubborndodecahedron]

no?

in the american lexicon, a forgein film is any film not shown domestically, which is to say, in mainstream theaters.

there's a lot of reasons to shit on the usa but this isn't one of them so stop frothing at the mouth geez

The 'hyperspecific situations' polls are really once again highlighting that native English speakers tend to forget that 'foreign' doesn't mean 'non-English' or 'non-American'

"Did you watch a foreign language movie in the past three days?" Yeah I watched the foreign movie "The Martian" with foreign actor Matt Damon

[movie--posters]

[fortheloveofwonderland]

can I request a n angsty 👥💀🔫🤫📚!! I would love to see what you come up with!!

Wow we have kicked this off with some heavy angst! This does not have a happy ending.

Send me emojis for my milestone celebration and I’ll write you a blurb!

👥 friends to lovers

💀 character death

🔫 hostage situation

🤫 secret relationship

📚 student / teacher

CW - swearing, age gap between consenting adults, hostage situation, guns, blood, death of a major character.

WC - 2k

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Justice

The second you’d stepped into Doctor Spencer Reid’s classroom on the first day of the semester, he had an overwhelming feeling that he needed to know you.

You were older than most of his other students, but still probably too young for him to lust after you the way he did.

But he couldn’t help himself. He found you intrinsically fascinating, from the way you knew all the answers to his questions to the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at him.

One day after class you brought him coffee and he sat drinking it while you quizzed him on his time at the BAU.

You wanted to be a profiler and had so many questions about his former job. If truth be told he loved talking about it, but he loved talking to you about it more than anyone.

You were genuinely interested in his stories from his years with the FBI, hanging off his every word.

And when time came for his next class, you clearly still wanted to know more as you asked him for coffee again.

He was dumb to do anything but agree. He found you hypnotising, easily getting pulled down the rabbit hole of your creation.

But he didn’t care one little bit.

You became something akin to friends. You went for coffee between classes and after a while started spending your weekends together at museums and bookstores.

After an evening spent at the theatre at a Forgein Film Fest, Spencer had kissed you for the first time.

It had happened out on the sidewalk outside the theatre while you were in the middle of asking if he wanted to get some food. Half way through your sentence he’d silenced you with his lips.

Dinner had been bypassed in lieu of going to his apartment, which was conveniently right around the corner from the movie theatre.

Food became the furthest thing from your mind when Doctor Spencer Reid was undressing you and leading you to his bed.

You had to keep your relationship secret, although you were of age, student / teacher relationships were heavily frowned upon and neither of you wanted to risk trouble.

You both liked the secrecy though. During classes your eyes would meet in knowing looks just for the two of you.

No one needed to know, it was your little secret.

For close to eight months, everything was perfect between the two of you. Spencer felt like the luckiest man in the world. He had the woman of dreams and a job he loved, one that kept him out of harm's way.

Or so he thought.

In giving up the BAU Spencer had been lulled into a false sense of security. He stupidly believed the danger in his life was over now he wasn’t an FBI agent.

He should have known better.

When he saw the man enter his classroom half way through class that day, the hairs had stood on the back of his neck immediately. There was something wrong.

Students turned up late for class all the time, but never this late. And he was too old to be taking Spencer’s class, probably around Spencer’s age and Spencer was sure he wasn’t another professor.

Spencer was sure he knew a split second before the man pulled the gun from the waistband of his jeans what was going to happen.

Instinctively Spencer reached for his own gun which hadn’t sat at his hip for some time now.

He glanced up at you, seeing the fear riddling your gestures as you looked back at him. But he had no way to save you. He wasn’t a gun carrying FBI agent anymore. He was a simple professor.

“Everyone on the ground!” The man yelled, his voice echoing around the auditorium.

Everyone quickly did as they were told. Everyone except Spencer.

“Calm down,” Spencer held his hands up in surrender. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Shut up.” The man spat, gun trained on Spencer. “On the ground.”

“No.” Spencer took a couple of tentative steps forward. “No, we can talk about this. I was an FBI agent, I can-“

“You’re not a fed.” The man’s eyes bulged in anger.

“Former. But I can get you out of this. If you just turn around right now we can just forget-“

“Shut up!” The man yelled, turning the gun and shooting it at the wall.

Screams and cries filled the room at the sound of the gunshot. Your head whipped up from where you’d been laying on your front on the floor, needing to check it wasn’t Spencer who had been shot.

You breathed a shaky breath when you saw him unharmed.

“Tell me your name.” Spencer took a few more steps closer to him. “I’m Spencer. Spencer Reid.”

The gun was pointing back at Spencer now. Spencer lost count of how many times he’d had guns pointed at him, honestly it barely phased him.

“Toby.”

“Ok Toby,” Spencer stepped closer still. “Let’s talk.”

You watched from the floor as Spencer got closer and closer to the lunatic. Your heart was hammering against your chest at the sight of the gun trained on your boyfriend.

This couldn’t be how you lost him. You’d barely even had a chance to begin, he couldn’t be taken from you yet.

But you also knew he’d been an amazing agent, and if anyone could talk this man down, it was him.

“I don’t want to talk.” The man spat, now right in front of Spencer. “Talking is the last thing I want to do.”

“Toby, I understand you’re angry but this isn’t-“ Spencer was cut off when Toby slapped him around the side of the head with the butt of the gun.

Spencer groaned, stumbling backwards a little from the impact.

The whimper that left your lips was completely involuntary. But it garnered the attention of the gun wielding psychopath.

“What was that?” He looked around the faces of the students on the floor before landing on you.

Your body shook as he came closer to you, the gun now aimed at you.

“On your feet.”

“Leave her alone.” Spencer spat.

Toby ignored him.

“On. Your. Feet.”

You were sobbing as you pushed yourself up, your legs shaking and barely able to hold you.

You looked over at Spencer, he had blood trickling down the side of his face.

Toby looked between the two of you, the looks you were giving each other were not lost on him.

“Oh, well isn't this precious”. He snarled menacingly. “Is Professor Reid boning his student?”

“It’s Doctor Reid.” Spencer couldn’t help himself. “It’s not like that. It’s not…”

He trailed off and looked at you, even with tears streaming down your cheeks you were the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

“I love her.” He said, never taking his eyes off of you.

You never dreamed that the first time Spencer would tell you he loved you would be under these circumstances. The joy those words should have brought you was short lived given the madman and his gun staring at you.

“I love him too.” You sobbed.

“How cute.” Toby scoffed. “Such a shame one of you is going to die today.”

“No one needs to die, Toby. Just tell me what it is you want and I can help you. Please, no one needs to die.”

Toby turned his back on you and focused solely on Spencer.

Spencer knew he just had to keep Toby talking long enough for help to come.

And help was coming.

As soon as Spencer felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck when Toby entered his class room, he’d hit the speed dial button on his phone in his pocket.

Speed dial number one. Emily Prentiss. He’d never gotten around to reprogramming it and he was so grateful for that now.

The BAU would be on their way. He estimated they could get here in a half hour if they hurried. He just had to keep a handle on the situation until then.

“You know what?” Tony grinned manically. “Everybody who isn’t in love with Doctor Reid, can leave.”

Sounds of confusion filled the room and soft shuffling. No one wanted to risk getting killed.

“GO!” Toby yelled at the students before tossing some rope at you. “Tie him up.”

You looked at Spencer who nodded as he made his way to sit in the chair behind his desk.

One by one the terrified students got up and hurried out of the auditorium while you made your way to Spencer on shaky legs.

“It’s going to be ok.” He whispered to you as you worked on tying his arms behind his back. “The BAU are on their way. It’s going to be ok.”

Once the room was empty and Spencer was tied to the chair, Toby inspected his bindings to make sure he couldn’t escape before tying you to another chair.

“Why are you doing this?” Spencer asked.

“Justice.” Toby grinned, pointing the gun back at Spencer.

“Justice?” Spencer scoffed.

“You took away someone very dear to me, Doctor Reid. Someone who I loved very much. Maybe I should return the favour?” He quickly spun and pointed the gun at you, causing you to whimper.

“Stop being cryptic and tell me what you’re talking about.” Spencer tried to keep his cool.

When the gun was pointing at him that was easy for him to do. But when it was pointing at you, cool was the last thing he felt.

“She’s so pretty, Doctor Reid. A little young for you?” He came closer to you and you wiggled in your chair, pulling against your bindings.

“Leave her alone.” Spencer spat.

Toby ran the fingers of his free hand along your jaw, making you squirm.

“How is she in bed Doctor? I bet you can’t believe a young, beautiful student would want to fuck a washed up piece of shit like you?” He quickly spun to Spencer again.

“I’m a very lucky man.” Spencer kept his voice levelled.

If he could keep Toby focused on him and not you then he could remain calm.

“She’ll move on. She’s young, she’ll bounce back. Sure, she’ll mourn you but she’ll find someone else.” He got closer to Spencer, until the gun was touching Spencer’s forehead.

Spencer knew at that moment there was no way out of this. He knew as the cool metal touched his skin that this was most certainly how he was going to die.

“I don’t want her to mourn me. I don’t want her to be sad. I want her to move on with her life.”

“Spencer…” you whined, tears still heavily falling from your eyes.

“Before you kill me, just tell me why. At least tell me what I’m dying for.” Spencer ignored you.

Toby smiled sardonically, pressing the gun harder against his forehead.

“It’s justice.” He shrugged. “Justice for Cat Adam’s.”

Spencer didn’t have a chance to ruminate on Tony’s words.

The trigger clicked and then the sound of gunfire filled the room.

You screamed, pulling so hard on your bindings that the chair tumbled and you fell to the floor.

Blood trickled from the hole in Spencer’s forehead as his lifeless body slumped over in the chair.

“SPENCER!” You screamed, sobbing against the hard floor. “Spencer!”

Everything that happened after that was a blur.

The BAU swarmed the place and arrested Toby while someone who told you his name was Luke untied you and helped you up.

You freed yourself from him, running over to the dead body of the man you loved.

You sobbed against his chest, his blood getting all over you but you didn’t care.

Eventually you were pulled away and put in the back of an SUV.

Numerous people tried to ask you what had happened but you couldn’t speak. You were catatonic.

In time it would get easier. In time you would stop being haunted by Spencer’s lifeless form in your sleep. In time you might even move on.

But although you didn’t die that day, a part of you did. And you’d spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been of your life with Doctor Spencer Reid.

[yimra]

My friend told me the Deadpool movies and Logan are going to be on disney plus tommorow this man built on basically muscle and partying also said it’s like the first R rated films on there which hey good I guess. He was upset tjat I suggested I’d just pirate Logan if I wanted to watch since i don’t use Disney plus but like the idea of pirating a movie was forgein to him whixh makes me forget that I’m mostly glad I have normal friends whom I can occasinally Teach felonies to

[quinntheebrain]

The first of my inspired by music pieces

Paring: Future!Draken x Reader

Rating: SFW

Fic: Fluff, romance

Author’s Note: I used _____ instead of y/n cause I wanted to see how I liked it. I really hate seeing “y/n” for some reason lol

“Castle on a hill / let’s build it out of steel / girl, I know that this love, it will last / journey up the road / ain’t gotta take it slow / you know that I don’t want no one else … It’s like heaven, oh, feels like heaven when I’m with you”

Draken is the type of man who appreciates every moment every moment with you. Whether it’s some grand occasion or cuddling on the couch watching tv — he cherishes them all the same. But, if he had to pick his favorite moments with you, it would be when he whisks you away on his bike — embarking on random adventures and taking pictures with the Polaroid camera you got him. It’s similar to what’s happening right now, but instead of his bike, you’re riding in his car. Also this isn’t some random adventure, though Draken won’t tell you where you’re going. The camera hangs from the rear view mirror, his left hand intertwined with your right, a nice breeze kissing your face, your playlist and Draken’s heartwarming smile — the ingredients for the perfect car ride.

“Where are we going?” you ask for the millionth time, interrupting Draken’s rendition of Isaiah Rashad’s verse on West Savannah. He cuts his eyes at you for a second before continuing to rap the lyrics without saying a word to you. “I’ll cut it off,” you threaten him, raising your phone to remind him that you are in charge of music.

“Damn,” you hear him playfully smack his teeth, “just enjoy the ride. we’re almost there.” he smiles, cutting up the music before you have a chance to reply.

You pout, but he doesn’t notice — too busy concentrating on the winding roads. Deciding to leave him because he looks particularly focused, you look out the window — lush green trees waving as Draken speeds past. Before you know it the destination leaves your mind and the journey is all that matters. Your playlist flows from one melodic song into the next, creating a smooth ride with zero skips. Soon enough Draken is pulling over on the side of the road — a few miles from the town you rode through and a good distance from the closest house. He grabs the camera and exits the car, you skeptically follow suit.

“Um,” you examine your surroundings, eyes taking in the open field. “where are we?”

“Our future home,” he laughs, quickly pulling out the camera to snap a photo, capturing your confused face. The sound of the film emerging is akin to a timer — Draken is just waiting for the lightbulb in your brain to go off. He places it in his oversized pocket to shield it from the sun — he’d hate for exposure to ruin this perfect photo.

“I’m confused.”

“It’s a plot of land.”  he narrows his gaze — you’re smart but sometimes he worries. “I bought it. I’m paying a contractor to build our house here.” simple sentences that work magic. Your confusion turns into pure joy and he snaps a photo just as you begin to cry. He does the same thing — placing the photo in his pocket — before joining you on the land. He’s behind you, hands around your waist as he utters romantic words.

“You’re joking,” you laugh, completely overwhelmed.

“I’m so serious.”

“We’re an hour from the city. What about the shop?” panic ensues, eyes wide in fear. Had he thought about the consequences of his actions. everything he’s worked so hard for is in Tokyo

“Some days I’ll take the train, some days I’ll drive. It’s pretty peaceful.” He shrugs, “you work from home.”

“Your apartment?”

“We can keep it for when we want to stay in Tokyo.”

“But we’re not even —,”

Draken has a solution for every problem you bring up — this is no different. He’s a mind reader, not allowing you to finish your foolish statement as he slips a ring in your finger. to Draken it doesn’t matter if you were married or not, but now feels like the time — everyday with you is perfect. the metal is cool against your skin — it’s the only way you know this moment is real. rings have never been your accessory of choice; it feels so forgein, but this engagement ring feels right. “but we can be,” his voice vibrates against your ear. “Marry me,” he places a gentle kiss on your cheek. it’s more of a statement and less of a question but he still expects an answer. all you can do is nod enthusiastically — forgetting how to even speak. “Oi, say something,” he teases, squeezing you tight.

“Yes,” you turn around to meet his gaze with teary eyes. hand snaking around his neck, pulling him down so you can kiss him.

He learned his lesson long ago — tell the people you love that you love them while they’re still around to hear you say it. But honest and responsible Draken has never been a man of many words, he’s a man of action. He’s not too cool to show you he loves you — he’s well past that phase of his life.

It’s silent on your ride from the plot of land that will soon be your shared home — the home you’ll eventually start a family in. The home where you’ll host events and gather with your friends. You’re looking out the window as Draken drives through the countryside, absentmindedly turning the ring on your finger while you watch the stars. He takes small glances every now and then to make sure you’re still awake and admire your beautiful side profile. “This is like heaven,” he says, squeezing your thigh, imagining your future together.  “I love you, ____.”

Turning toward him with a sincere smile, a smile that makes him blush, you reply, “I love you too, Ken.”

[skiplo-wave]

Of course it’s in New York. EVERYTHING is in New York

If they cast Chris Pratt as the lead I will personally eat a star lord minifigure or beat someone’s ass

Anyway y’all just watch the original

[maraudersbutmuggle]

Christmas, 2013. Part 4.

Check out Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3. Content Warning: Mentions of Homophobia and Violence.

Blimey. Grant's head hurt like hell. He blinked his eyes opened, slowly, because the light was hurting his eyes. As he woke up, Grant realized the room he was in was unknown. Fancy. Silk soft covers. Soft mattress. The softest he had been. The room was wide. The window was made of a colorful tile. Everything seemed fancy and new. Things that Grant had only seen in the telly. Grant always did the same when he woke up in a forgein place. Firstly he checked himself. He was dressed. Nice. He still had his phone. And a few empty wrappers in his pockets, Nothing new. His face hurt. His hands were dirty. And his mouth tasted horrible. Then Grant always looked if someone was with him in bed. And if it was, Grant tried to remember who that bloody was, his name, and wonder why Grant had fucked him. But luckily, nobody was there. Grant sighed and stretched. Then he looked at his phone. He had like 20 missed calls. All from the same person. Remus. And then it hit him. And Grant remembered everything. "Blimey!" Grant sat up. And his head hurt "Oh fuck..." he grabbed his temple. Grant had drunk. Like a bloody idiot. He had spent all the money he had left on alcohol. He remembered thinking about calling Remus. But being a bloody coward to even try. But apparently his drunk self wasn't much of a coward. From there, Grant remembered bits and pieces. Like acting all possessive over Remus when he saw Sirius. And thinking: "Blimey! I would fuck him". And then cursing himself. Grant climbed off bed. And went out of the room, scratching his head. The whole bloody place was so fancy. It probably belonged to a posh. Probably Sirius. Grant came out to the living room. And stopped when he saw them. Tangled on the couch, were Remus and Sirius. The couch was so small, there was barely space for both. They were fast asleep. Sirius had his arms around Remus. Head on Remus' neck. Remus leaning in. His hand touching Sirius' hair. Blimey. Grant thought. I've never slept wif someone like dat. Grant felt a feeling of longing. Grant had thought love was a cheesy joke only invented for films and songs. Everything for Grant was passion. Sexual attraction. But now he saw it. Sirius and Remus were in love. And Grant wanted it. For a second he pictured himself between Remus' arms, instead of Sirius. But then he shook that thought away. With Remus it was nothing like that. Grant didn't know how to explain it. It was different. But not love. Grant walked slowly trying to not wake them up. But he stepped into a squeaky piece of wood on the floor. And he cursed under his breath. "Grant?" Remus was awake. Nice. And obviously Sirius too. "Good mornin'" Grant grinned "You would've left me in the couch. You look uncomfy" "We slept alright" Remus said, standing up. His curls messy. Grant liked them "Are you, okay?" That's what Grant longed about Remus. How he cared. It was new to Grant. And he liked it. Reason he called him last night. "My bloody head hurts. I feel like someone is hittin' meh with a hummer. Bum. Bum. Bum" "That's the alcohol" Remus smiled "Hiya!!" Grant grinned at Sirius "Yeh must be Sirius..." "Yeah, hi" Sirius said embarrassed. He pushed his hair back, and Grant almost drooled. "I didn' do anythin' embarrassin' did I?" Remus and Sirius exchanged smirks. "Nothing too bad" Sirius said. He spoke like the blokes from the News. So polite and formal. "You called Sirius pretty" Remus smiled Grant giggled. Sirius smiled embarrassed. "Bloody hell... " Grant patted his pockets "Sweetheart, do you have a cig?" Grant noticed Sirius didn't like Grant calling Remus like that. But it was a force of habit. "Aaam... yeah I fancy one too" Sirius looked between the two. "I'll prepare some tea" "Sure" "Cheers Pads" Sirius stood up and kissed Remus on the cheek. Grant got it. He was marking his territory. When Sirius walked into the kitchen, Grant whistled. "Bloody hell, sweetheart!" he exclaimed "He is gorgeous" "Yeah" Remus smiled, rolling his eyes "And he

bloody knows it" They walked out to the little terrace. It had a nice view of the city. "Is this place his?" Grant asked looking around "Yeah, his dead uncle left it to him on his will" Grant coughed. He almost choked with his saliva. "You're bloody jokin'" Remus laughed "I wish" Grant giggled. He took a drag of his cig, ignoring the pain in his head. He felt so fancy and important smoking in a fancy flat like that. He imagined living there. "Are you gonna tell me what happened?" Remus asked. He was giving Grant his usual worried eyes. "Shit, sweetheart" Grant sighed "Let me enjoy this cig first" ********* They sat in the kitchen. Grant stared at the fancy cuppa Sirius gave him. He grinned and he slurped. Posh tea. It tasted like heaven. Remus and Sirius were looking at him. Sitting very close to each other and waiting for Grant to tell his tale. Grant hizzed as he put his tea down.

"I... I was doin' fine at Uni..."

So Grant began his story. Grant took some classes at Uni, not a full career. It was all he could pay for. He had a room and everything. Grant wanted to get somewhere. And he knew his education was important.

Concentrate. he had told himself. Not funny business.

But the distraction came in the form of a bautiful devil. His name was Ralph Fuller. Poetic. An athlete, posh and gorgeous boy. Grant met him at a Uni welcoming party. They danced all night and shagged afterwards.

But it always seemed to happen to Grant. The next day, at class, Ralph acted like they didn't know each other. And Grant was okay, he could get over him. No feelings. But it was Ralph who couldn't get over Grant.

And he followed him everywhere. When he was alone, he was needy and flirty. When he was with his friends, he treated Grant like shit.

Grant was sick of dealing with closeted folks. And he thought Uni would be different.

Ralph and his little rich friends had been making sure Grant fail on his classes. And playing nasty pranks on him.

And Grant got to his limit, and he comfronted those little bastards. Grant ended up in a nasty fight with them. One against five. Grant was used to fix things like that. But this time it was different.

"It turned out Daddy Fuller was givin' lots of money to the school. And they kick me out" Grant sniffed.

He didn't cry. Not anymore. Not even in the worst.

But Remus and Sirius seemed to be touched by his story.

"Fuck, Grant..." Remus sighed.

Grant grinned "Hey, yeh know meh. Always proud of bein' a queer"

Sirius seemed to be a bit uncomfortable but Grant pretended not to notice.

"What are you gonna do now?" Remus asked.

Grant hizzed. That was the thing. Where to go?

"Brighton" he shrugged.

He took a sip of his drink. It was cold now. But tasted good anyway. Even the tea was fancy.

"Brighton? What's on Brighton?"

"Me parents" Grant said "That's where Margot found meh, she went there for a Jesus seminar or whatever the fuck. And I was there... A cute abandonded baby"

Grant was only telling all of this because of Remus. And he was embarrassed Sirius was listening.

"Did you find them?" Remus asked concerned.

"Nah..." Grant snorted "And if I did, they wouldn't want meh" he smiled "I jus'... don't know... I feel like I have to go there.. A change of scenery, see how it goes..."

Flee. Grant wanted to escape. Like he always did when he didn't know how to comfront things. First with Margot. Then with Vince and Nat. Now with Ralph...

Remus' face looked to be full of emotions. Grant knew he didn't want to let him go. But he didn't have anything to offer him for him to stay.

Grant smiled at him "I'll be alright, sweetheart. I heard that Brighton is full of queer people. It's meant to be" Remus looked down sadly "I'll jus' have to gather some money to buy a ticket and..."

Sirius cleared his throat. Grant turned to look at him raising an eyebrow. Remus looked surprised too.

"Amm... Grant..." he said. It was funny hearing his name on Sirius' aristocratic mouth "If you don't mind. I can give you money for the ticket. And some extra to eat and stuff..."

Grant's eyes widened "Oh... no no no" he smirked awkardly "I mean, blimey! I couldn't accept it..."

"It's okay" Sirius said "Trust me I have plenty" he turned to look at Remus "Remus knows..."

"Pads..." Remus protested

"No mate..." Grant shook his head "I don' wan' to bother yeh"

"You don't bother" Sirius answered "And honestly, there's no problem. You're special for Remus. And Remus is special for me. So I want to help"

Grant was used to ask money around, and live depending on others. But that didn't mean he liked it. He felt embarrassed everytime. But sometimes he didn't have other options.

"I... I... honestly, mate. I can gather the money..."

"Grant, could you give us a second?" Remus said, staring only at Sirius. Grant sensed tension.

"I don't... want to cause trouble" Grant smiled awkardly. Sirius and Remus seemed to be talking with their eyes anyway "I'll have another cig... Blimey, even smokin' here is fancy..." he laughed awkardly.

Since nobody responded, he stood up.

"I'll leave after the cig, okay?" Grant said. Remus turned to look at him with tears in his eyes "Christmas tomorrow. You won' want to miss it"

And with a big smile on his face, Grant walked to the little terrace. But when he got outside, his smile disappeared.

[filmnoirfoundation]

Robert Taylor Week bonus post.

[colestis]

Andi Mack Ship Week — #1, Visting A Forgein Places.

a/n: I realize this isn’t them traveling, but I thought this was cute.

They were both cuddling on Tjs’ bed, Tj’s arms wrapped around Cyrus’ waist, Cyrus’ head nuzzled into Tj’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around Tj’s torso, and Tj’s head on top of Cyrus’. Cyrus’ hair would tickle Tj’s chin, and he would occasionally press a gentle kiss to his head. They were both exshasted, it being they’re final week of eighth grade. All they were able to do was study for finals — and they were both so tired of it.

They just wanted a break from studying.

They first planned on it being five minutes, but then five turned to ten, then twenty, then fifty. They didn’t realize this was how it was going, or how long they were just laying in each other’s arms, but neither of them wanted to leave their postition. The simple resolution was to stay like that. Sure, studying is important, but they hadn’t really spent much time with each other besides school and studying for the past two weeks, so this took priority.

So it was 6:00 PM, and only light in the room were the led ceiling lights Tj had set to a light blue. The Neighborhood was quietly playing from Tj’s record player. It was nice for them to clear their minds, especially after the stacks of textbooks that stood on the floor. But Cyrus wanted to talk to Tj. So he did.

“Where would you want to travel? Like a foreign country or something.” Cyrus didn’t know where the question came from, but he didn’t mind. Traveling somewhere with Tj in the future was something fun he had in mind, so it didn’t really matter. Cyrus realized his voice was muffled from his face laying cozzily in Tj’s shoulder, so he adjusted his face so he could see Tj.

What Cyrus would never get used to, is how beautiful Tj is. They had been dating since they held hands on the bench — whitch was a while ago — but what he had learned about loving someone is that you think every single thing about them is perfect, including their flaws. Tj’s eyes opened and looked down at Cyrus, seeing that he was looking up at him. They were both caught up in admiring the other, like Tj’s green eyes that were twinkling in the blue light of his room or Cyrus’ freckled nose and cheeks you could only see up close before Tj answered the question.

“There is so much out there, ya know? I would be so lost.” Tj said. Tj always loved the environment, but he didn’t really think about traveling until now. ”Maybe Italy. It looked beautiful in Call Me By Your Name when we watched it.” He wasn't lying. The location was beautiful, and It was an amazing movie itself. They watched it on a movie date, and they had a good time.

It was just really awkward when they got to the peach scene.

“That was pretty. I don’t think it will have the same vibe as the movie though. It took place in the 80’s.” There would be technology, and overall not as peaceful as it’s pictured in the movie. There would also most likely be more tourists since something took place there in a recently made film.

“We could go to some sort of deserted island. Just us two, no one getting in our way.” Cyrus wanted to send more time like the with Tj. There was nothing getting in the way of them just cuddling and talking about whatever came time mind. Of course, they couldn’t go anywhere right now, and it would probably be expensive as hell. But traveling places seemed like something they could do in the future. Tj would love to do that in the future.

Tj pressed his lips against Cyrus’ softly, feeling Cyrus melt against him. Cyrus has wrapped in hands around the back of Tj’s neck in a barely there touch, happiness overtaking him. Tj had wanted to do that all afternoon, and he smiled against his lips before pulling away. They both smiled sweetly at eachtother, warmth filling their bodies.

“I would love that.”

[movie--posters]

[sporadic-writer]

Straight out of the movies

Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: drinking, swearing

Summary: every great story or scene starts with a girl's night out

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Ah girl's nights. A cherished and universal concept known to all. Friends gather in their best outfits for certain occasions and let loose. Just as you and your friends were doing throughout the city of New York. You had a long weekend from your school, 3 friends not too far at NYU, and none of you opposed the idea of hitting the town. Gathered in hot party outfits you went from bar to club and back again. None of you were sloppy drunk, but you certainly weren't sober. It was just a perfect night to get drinks, dance, and have fun. However, as the night progressed you all got hungry.

The night was still young at only 12:30 so you popped into a less occupied bar close by to Central Park. There were a few people in the bar; older men were playing darts and manning the juke box, a couple couples together, and just a handful of people your own age in their own group. The smokey scent filled your nose and you all stepped forward to sit at the bar. Being a bit overdressed made some heads turn, but quickly you girls were ignored. After ordering your food and some more drinks, you all giggled and talked together in happiness. Fries being done, you looked around to check the place out. It was a nice contrast to the clubs and bars you previously visited. It was a classic dive bar and oddly made you feel relaxed. Turning to your friends, you spoke up to change the topic.

"Who wants to play some pool?" Your friend, Olivia, hopped off and said she wanted to. Grabbing some quarters and your drink, you smiled and both walked to the table.

The men by the music smiled kindly at you both. "What song would you ladies like to hear?"

"I don't care. Y/N?" Eyes looked to you.

"Uhh Cheap Trick? I've had Surrender in my head all day or some reason." They remarked in appreciation for your song choice. You racked up the balls in the wooden triangle and let Olivia break. You smiled and teased her as nothing went in. Soon the song played and you both danced as you played, you sang softly to yourself as well. While in your own world the group if you failed to notice the group of younger guys checking you out.

"Dibs on the blonde at the bar." Mark sipped his beer and kept his eyes on the girl he overheard be called Whitney, if he even heard correctly.

His friends chuckled, and one guy named Greg spoke up. "Yeah because we are even going to approach them tonight. They have clearly been out and not looking for guys. Although that hasn't stopped Tom from staring at the girl who picked the song. But I don't blame him, in that outfit every time she bends over the table to play I even can't help but appreciate the view. They aren't even trying and they're hot." This caused Tom to stop looking at you, smiling and singing, and laugh at them.

"So what? She seems cool and looks good. And he's right I think we might get shot down if we try. The girl at the bar in the blue dress has glanced at us a couple times though." Looking back over to you, he saw you and the girl he heard you call, Liv, do a round of shots with the older men playing darts. They weren't being creeps, just nice guys appreciating you all enjoying yourselves. They were almost living vicariously through you all.

Harrison scoffed and stood to get more drinks. His friend saw how you and Liv glanced and slightly looked over them each. "Ridiculous. We are good looking forgeiners and they are beautiful locals. There is 4 of them and 4 of us. Tom come to the bar with me please. We are going to get the 2 playing some new drinks and play them next. You can have the y/h/c." Tom sighed and follwed along. They ordered their drinks and he held your martini in his hand.

The sound of the boys walking made you look up as the game finished, you being the victor. "Hello boys! To what do we owe this pleasure?" Your half smirk, half smile made Tom lost and almost bump into Harrison. He recovered and got the chance to check you out properly. The maroon dress and black heels you wore made your skin glow under the table's hanging light. Each ring on your finger glittered as you leaned on the pool cue. Harrison speaking broke his trance on you.

"We simply wanted to play the next game against you and come bring you each some drinks." Handing Olivia her gin and tonic she blushed and told them to rack up. Tom watched you strut and look to him.

"This for me? Thank you Tom." As you grabbed it from his hand, fingers grazed each other lightly.

"You do know who we are. Here I thought we were unknown to you girls." He smiled as he grabbed a cue.

You chuckled lightly and sipped the new drink. "Nah I noticed once I started playing. I don't know who the 2 going to my friends are, but you and Harrison are hard to not notice. You're out of place in a New York bar a tad."

"We are passing through. I have press stuff in the city and the other guys are some friends from old sets who live here." Olivia breaking made your head snap to look at the game. The older men put on Hotel California and the 4 of you played while your other friends at the bar chatted with their new company. After time the boys were winning and you tried to up your game.

"I don't care how famous you are, we are winning this." Playfully you grumbled a little and stomped your foot. The others laughed at your antics.

"Come on Y/N, show them your skills. After this game Whitney and Sam said the guys would take us to hang out in the park. A nice evening stroll. You and Tom are joining right?" Olivia looked to Harrison as she finished speaking. But it was one the older men who spoke in return.

"Ha they will for sure. These boys would be nuts to not hang out with you ladies on a fine evening like this." Tom and Harrison looked to you and Olivia and smiled.

"Let's finish this and we can head out"

Nearly 5 or so minutes later, the boys won the game and everyone paid their tabs before walking towards the park. Whitney and Sam walked with Greg and Mark. Trailing behind was you, Olivia, Tom, and Harrison. Somehow you all paired up with the men respectively. As a group you all made idle chit chat and got to know each other.

"Are you guys staying in the city long?" Whitney's words made your heart flutter with hope that they would be. You also noticed how she was holding Mark's hand gingerly. The thought of how soft Tom's may be lingered in your mind.

"Until Wednesday I think. Why? Dreading us leaving? Getting attached rather quickly ladies." Tom looked to you as he replied.

You smiled at him, "They live here, go to NYU. So no need for them to dread. I however live in Connecticut. I go to school there. I go back Sunday or early Monday." Hands brushed each other and heat rose to your cheeks. Luckily the night hid your blush.

"Damn. Tom get her number now then. Make the night count. He's smitten Y/N, don't let him fool you." It was Tom's turn to blush as Greg spoke. He acted unfased though as he grabbed your hand and threaded fingers through each other. Biting your lip, you smiled at him while handing him your unlocked phone.

He looked to you in question. "He's not wrong. Get to it movie star." Doing as he was told, he let go of your hand and added his information. As he handed it back his arm went around your waist rather than back to your hand. The night was progressing swimmingly as you all sat on some rocks in the park.

As it began nearing 3 am everyone got tired as the alcohol wore off. Sam told the guys were all of you lived and they offered to walk you all back. Tom's hold on your waist made you want to walk back as slow as possible. You laughed a little at how the night turned out. He looked to you in question again that night.

"This night was fun. Started as a girl's night, then we end up meeting handsom Brits at a bar and take a moon lit stroll. Almost like something out of your movies."

"Well, it is only Friday, Saturday morning to be technical. I say we pick it all back up at lunch. But either way, I'm going to kiss you to cap off the evening." Turning to him you looked in teasing shock.

"Is that so? Think because you are a big shot and I am enjoying the walk you get to be so bold?" He laughed and you caught Liv looking at you together. Slighly, you winked at your friend. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood. But you don't have to wait til we get back you know." He stopped as the others trailed ahead. Looking at each other, you leaned closer and he got the message and met you half way. The kiss made you sigh contently and he pulled you closer. Harrison yelling to keep up made you break apart.

"I wanted to do that when I saw you at the pool table. Your singing along to rock and roll was the best show I could ask for." You shoved him lightly. "It's true! You are very eye-catching Y/N."

The next thing you knew everyone was at your place. Everyone was saying goodbye and then it was just you and Tom as the guys waited for a ride.

You smiled at him. "I am growing fond of this little film sequence we are apart of movie star. Don't let tonight be the end of it."

He kissed you again. In order to leave your impression, you bit his lip a little as you pulled away. He groaned, "Oh Lord trust me I won't. It will continue I promise. I will text you later darling. Goodnight." He kissed your cheek and walked off to his friends. You simply smiled immensly and walked inside to your friends.

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[yimra]

I’d be okay with being an actor for forgein films as the #American villain or not just so they have a proper Yankee