#he was at his hottest in this film like it makes me so insane

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Hugh Jackman as Wolverine/James Logan Howlett 👌👀👌👀👌👀

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y/n and matt being the hottest couple to ever walk the earth

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: part two of hot moments of matt and his girlfriend caught on camera

warnings: fluffy, little suggestive, probably some swearing, request

★ you sat on the triplets couch watching them from behind the camera as they filmed a wednesday video. you occasionally caught matt’s eyes where he would send you a wink that he would later claim wasn’t what it looked like.

you were usually out of sight out of mind when they were filming, but today matt looked so good and you needed a front row seat to that show. when they neared the end of filming you decided to rile matt up a little and send him a sexual picture of yourself.

you saw matt pick up his phone and instantly widen his eyes before he turned his head to the side with a look of shock. he tried to hide his expression but you easily caught on. he set his phone back down trying to be nonchalant.

all he had to do was film an outro he thought. if he could make it through without having to stand up he’d be golden. you sneakily made your way from the couch to matt’s room, his eyes following your movements. “matt stand up what are you doing?” chris complained.

matt thought for sure that his cover was blown. his mind went to you and he pulled your hand as you went past him. “come say hi to everyone.” matt said through gritted teeth. you jokingly stuck your tongue out at him while he used you to hide the problem your picture caused.

he placed you in front of him as you waved at the camera. you could feel his growing boner on you so you reached behind your back to rest a hand in his hip, caressing gently. he quickly grasped your hand in his before you could move any further.

nick said the last words as matt instantly threw you over his shoulder. it would be lying to say he wasn’t running you to his room. “those weirds say goodnight.” nick said.

“you sneaky bastard.” you let out as matt threw you in his bed. “me? i’m not the one sending nudes in the middle of filming.” matt retorted with a laugh.

★ going out of the house with matt was always an adventure. there were always people following you guys or asking for pictures. you didn’t mind. you guys loved interacting with matt’s fans. what you did mind though was the random girls coming up to your boyfriend and asking for his number.

you weren’t really a jealous person. you knew that matt was the most loyal person ever and after years of dating it was hard to deny the fact that he only had eyes for you.

that leads you to today. you and matt are waking through downtown los angeles, hand in hand like normal, when this girl approached matt. she had a friend with her, unbeknownst to you, filming the entire interaction.

“hey i saw you from across the street and thought you were really attractive. can i get your number?” matt payed barely any attention to her, knowing how this conversation was going to go.

matt let go of your hand before using your belt loop to tug you closer to him and putting his hand in your back pocket. “actually this is my girlfriend.” he stated as he started to walk you two away.

“oh wow she’s really pretty.” the girl said. matt made no effort to turn around before stating, “yeah. she is.”

you looked up at him with a shocked smile. “how could i not be dating you? you’re insanely perfect.” matt said placing a kiss to your head.

★ nick was being very active on his snapchat tonight while you and matt took the liberty to make dinner for everyone.

you two stood in the kitchen waiting for water to boil for pasta. you and matt loved cooking together. it was something fun that challenged you guys to start eating healthier.

matt was beginning to fidget with impatience. “what’s wrong?” you asked. matt looked at you with desperation in his eyes. “i really want this water to boil so we can eat and then go lay down together.” he said honestly.

you moved to wrap your hands around matt’s neck and place soft kisses to his face. attacking him with kisses was one of your favorite hobbies. matt pulled away from you with a smile and blown out pupils. “god! i just want to go makeout with my girlfriend! why won’t this stupid water hurry up.”

you giggled at his outburst before pulling him closer to you and leaning up to meet his lips. matt met you in the middle quickening your pace.

his hands wrapped around your waist as your hands found the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled ever so slightly. matt released your mouth with a groan, and you began to suck small areas around his neck.

it wasn’t until later that night that you found out nick accidentally caught your exchange in the background of his stories. it was a little to late to do anything so you two accepted your new title as the hottest internet couple.

comments:

i just KNOW they’re freaky

matt is a treasure. no man is that loyal

they’re such a power duo

mother and father

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Cary Grant (The Philadelphia Story, His Girl Friday, Bringing Up Baby, Charade)—just the peak of old-school Hollywood sexuality. The glam, the suits, the gentle wit, the acrobatics, those eyes that always looked like they knew exactly what movie they were in and were laughing at the joke...

Vincent Price (Laura, Leave Her to Heaven, House on Haunted Hill, The Masque of the Red Death)—svelte, stylish, horrifying, beautiful, wickedly funny, camp and gorgeous and evil. he was an art connoisseur who advocated passionately indigenous art, he was an actual literal gourmet cook, he was so liberal he got greylisted during the mccarthy era for being too rad, he's my favorite muppets guest of all time

This is round 4 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

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Vincent Price propaganda:

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Cary Grant propaganda:

"My Golden Age of Hollywood professor, who was very outwardly gay himself, put it this way: Even though Grant's sexuality was kind of an open secret in Hollywood, the public couldn't know in any real way. But anybody could see that there was a queerness about him, so he was casted for roles where he physically embodies his masculinity in a non-explicit but queer way. Bringing Up Baby is famous for the scene where Grant wears a frilly robe (pictured below, but what people don't always realise is that he plays kind of an awkward nerd in that movie. He's a hot awkward scientist in a grand robe!!! Hot!!! In The Philadelphia Story, one of my famous movies of all time, he plays C. K. Dexter Haven, a rich, sarcastic, supposedly abusive guy. And yet, what we see is this laid back, dandy-ish figure, who absolutely does not feel threatened when a woman he supposedly loves (Katharine Hepburn) starts having feelings for, and hooks up with another guy (James Stewart). He lets a drunk Stewart into his office and helps him get his job back! Obviously that is the script and not the actor, but the whole film, and that scene in particular, shows him having this very queer attitude of openness toward Hepburn and Stewart, which is only amplified by the casting of Grant and his portrayal of the character. Anyway, this is not an essay arguing for The Philadelphia Story to be considered a queer film, all I will say is: he's super hot in it."

The link to the above mentioned frilly robe scene from Bringing Up Baby: "I just went gay all of a sudden!"

last minute cary grant propaganda: the last few paragraphs of that new vanity fair article about him and randolph scott that just came out 2 days ago on cary's birthday where he calls it "gravity collapse" and "love at first sight" and says their souls touched and and and i'm actually sharing this mostly because it makes me emotional but also because a vote for archibald is a vote for love. this is my message. apologies for sounding mildly insane.

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DEEZ NUTZ feat. Dieter Bravo & f!actress reader

a @happypedrohours challenge fic | Rated: 18+ | word count: 1,522 warnings: no fat men in this fic, smutty smutty smut smut, slight angst/enemies eventually leading to smashing pissers, pistachio theft, pistachios in places pistachios should be A/N: Thank you to @strang3lov3 + @sweetenerobert for their eyes and minds 💜

If you’d told your last-year self that you were going to be stuck on a film set in Oklahoma with the Dieter Bravo for nine weeks during one of the hottest summers on record, past you would be just as unimpressed as current you with the situation. Dieter was known for being out there in his methods and morals, and he did not disappoint. In fact, in every way you were warned about him, no one could have prepared you for how exhausting and annoying he was to work with. But you seemed to be the only one with an issue with him, given that everyone else on the set took his different and strange ways of approaching anything in stride and good humor.

By the third week, you thought you were going insane with how little notice everyone paid to him and his antics, and how much he got under your skin. There were times that he teased you or tried to play around, making you understand – even for a moment – what his allure was; but then he’d take it a step too far and you’d immediately be reminded that he was a thorn in your side.

You hated that you couldn’t get enough of him.

“Fuck off, Dieter!”

“What?”, he snapped, trying to catch up as you stormed out of the sound stage and into the parking lot filled with trailers. “Oh, come on! You can’t be serious!”

You snarled and clenched your fists, stomping towards your trailer. For a man with so few pockets in his wardrobe, you had no idea where Dieter managed to store all the audacity he carried.

Just as you got to the steps of your trailer, he grabbed your elbow, stopping you from opening the door.

“Are you really doing this? Did you really just storm off set? It’s not even 10 am!”

You glared at him, ripping your arm from his hold. Narrowing your eyes, you spit out at him, “Fucking cute that of all the people to ask me that, it’s you.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ!”, he breathed out harshly. “It was just a fuckin’ kiss!”

“Just a kiss? No. No, Dieter, I am not mad about a fucking kiss.” You turn around and step towards him, finger digging into his chest, forcing his retreat. “I am a professional and I can handle when you pull your bullshit, but you giving me directions on how to accept your kiss? That was you – once again! – overstepping your boundaries.”

“I – no! I was just giving you some point– “

“Pointers?!”

“I’m committed to the craft! I take rehearsals seriously!”

“No. No no no. Dieter, you are an entitled shi – what?”

The smile that crept across his face stopped you in your tracks and he leaned back, crossing his arms.

“What?”, you yelled, face pulled into a scowl and his smile opened up as he laughed.

“You liked it.”

You instantly saw red, feeling the dangerous buildup of animosity and need boil over inside you; your whole body felt 10 degrees hotter than before at his blatant and upsettingly correct assessment.  Dieter’s smile continued, seeing how you reacted to his declaration.  He took a step forward and leaned in, and said lowly before walking away, “Don’t worry, baby. I liked it, too.”

*****

You spent the rest of the day keeping as far away from Dieter as possible. Thankfully, he seemed to take the hint – or at least his assistant, production staff, and the entire crew did and kept him occupied between shots and during breaks.

Finally able to decompress in your trailer before your car would be there to pick you up, you put on your headphones and listened to a meditative app to try and de-Dieter your mind, body and spirit before moving into your weekend. In doing so, you missed the many messages from your driver telling you he was stuck in traffic. What you didn’t miss was the banging on your door.

You ripped your headphones off and pushed the door open, knowing exactly who knocked that obnoxiously.

“What, Dieter?”, you barked.

He flashed you a grin and pushed past you into your trailer. You rolled your eyes with a growl and turned to look at him.

Dieter held his hands up and gave you an apologetic and small smile. “Look, I know you’re mad at me, and I know today was – you got pistachios?” His eyes were trained on the small charcuterie board on the kitchenette counter, and he looked perplexed. “I didn’t get any pistachios.”

You scowled at him as he moved over to the counter and grabbed a handful of the little green, de-shelled nuts and shoveled it into his mouth.  “What do you want, Dieter?”

“Pish-tah-shos.”, he said muffled, mouth full and chewing. “Ma fuh-ken fa-reet.”

You jaw clenched and your mouth pursed so tightly, your lips turned white. You weren’t sure who was more infuriating: Dieter with his nut lust or you with your Dieter need.

He cleared his throat after he swallowed, and his big stupid brown eyes looked at you, wide and apologetic. “Like I was saying, I know you’re mad at me, and I know today was a lot, but I want to clear the air. I want us both to be in a good vibrationary stasis with each other so we can harmonize our chi’s.”

You tilted your head as you stared at him, confusion written on your face, not really sure what he just said to you.

“Fuck it.”, he threw his hands up, facade dropped. “I like working with you and you’re hot. Sorry I was an ass.”

The tension you didn’t realize your body was holding released, and your shoulders dropped to a neutral position. And Dieter wasn’t stupid -  he saw the relief wash over you and his mouth tugged on one side with a smirk, nodding at the double bed in the back of the trailer.

“You wanna have sex with me?”

***** 

Dieter had made you cum no less than four times with his mouth before he finally sunk into you, hips flush with one another. The long groan that left his mouth was accompanied by his eyes rolling back in his head and a dopey half-grin bloomed on his face.

If it weren’t for the delicious stretch and pressure he was creating in your own body, his euphoric state would have brought you there on its own. You urged him to move and he let out a content sigh before he looked down at you, eyes soft and hazy.

“Don’t rush me, baby. I worked hard to get here, I’m taking all the time I need to get the most of your sweet pussy.”

You squirmed and whimpered,  pathetically trying to coerce him into giving you something more than a cockwarming, and all you got in response was a deep, throaty chuckle, rumbling from the depths of his chest. 

Leaning forward, he captured your mouth with his and you tasted yourself and pistachios -  an odd combination that you never thought you’d have to decipher and put words to in your mind. Dieter pulled out, barely leaving the tip touching you, then slammed it back in, the force shoving you up the bed. And he did it again… and again… and again, setting the pace and speeding up.

He grunted,  “Taking Daddy so well -”

“No… no ‘daddy’ shit.”, you groaned back.

“Sorry… thought I’d take a chance… should’ve called it.”, he panted, “Don’t look like a Daddy’s Girl.”

“D-Dieter - just shut up.”

He smiled as his unruly curls moved and his huffing breath panting out of him in time with his thrusts. His brows then crossed in concentration as his hands dug into your hip and thigh, holding you in place as he pounded into you. Any further communication between you was wordless, conveyed with your eyes, sounds and hands pushing and pulling one another.

Your orgasm began to crash down on you, and Dieter suddenly pulled out, leaving your hole clenching on nothing and your climax fizzling out. Before you could ask ‘what the fuck?’ at his sudden removal, his own spend splooshed on your mound, hot and sticky.

“Fuck… I’m sorry.”, he panted, sitting back on his knees and wiping his face with his large palm. “You got a good pussy, baby. I just couldn’t help it and raw doggin’ is fun and all, but not chancing any little DB’s running around.”

You nodded slightly out of breath yourself. “It’s fine. I mean, you made me cum already and I-”

Your sentence was halted by Dieter lowering his face to the crux of your thighs and licking up his cum. Slack jawed and in awe, you watched him clean you up with his tongue.

When he dipped his tongue into your sensitive folds, he stopped and his eyes went wide. You felt him lick at something then he sat back, chewing on something.

“What-”

“Pistachio crumb. Must have left it behind when I was down there earlier.”

Your face skewed in amusement and disgust and Dieter just smiled.

“Waste not, want not.”, he smugly proclaimed before diving back in. 

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Rod Serling Vs. Raymond Burr

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Rod Serling - (The Twilight Zone) - Imagine, if you will, a man taking on issues of totalitarianism and censorship in Cold War America...

Raymond Burr - (Perry Mason, Ironside) - "He's arguably best known for film roles... but you have got to see him as Perry Mason. Defense attorney constantly dropped into "easy win for the prosecution" cases and flips them upside down. Maybe not exactly conventionally handsome, but rugged. He has this private little smile when he's about to grab a loophole or mistake the prosecution or a witness has just left for him that I find very endearing..." Full text propaganda included below the cut

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Rod Serling:

"The writer’s role is to menace the public’s conscience. He must have a position, a point of view. He must see the arts as a vehicle of social criticism and he must focus on the issues of his time." -Rod Serling

Raymond Burr:

He's arguably best known for film roles... but you have got to see him as Perry Mason. Defense attorney constantly dropped into "easy win for the prosecution" cases and flips them upside down. Maybe not exactly conventionally handsome, but rugged. He has this private little smile when he's about to grab a loophole or mistake the prosecution or a witness has just left for him that I find very endearing. (I haven't seen any of Ironside so I can't speak on his performance there, but I think it's necessary to include in the submission because while he wasn't actually a wheelchair user in real life, it was the first ever crime show with a disabled main character and I genuinely can't think of another show like that with a *title* character using a wheelchair, particularly of the 60s and 70s.)

This guy had a million hobbies including orchid cultivation, stamp collecting, winemaking, raising cattle and sheep, and founded an association that created a dictionary of the Fijian language. He was a big animal guy and had - from what I've been able to tell - at least a couple dogs (he's noted as one of the first people to import Portuguese Water Dogs to North America), some cats, and a duck. He gave insane amounts of money to charities and was recorded as having sponsored at least 26 foster children with medical needs. He spoke openly about lifelong struggles with weight & image (and about the difficulty of finding acting work when you don't fit the studio hottie build, they made him lose 60+ pounds before they would cast him as Mason despite outperforming their other option in court scenes) and rejected every offer to do a particular popular talk show after the host had started making multiple unprompted jokes about him and his weight. He created numerous inconsistencies in his own life story that, after his death & revelation of a 30+ year relationship with a man he had met during the filming of Perry Mason, have been assumed by both press and people that knew him as intentional exaggeration to keep suspicion of homosexuality low. Absolutely fascinating guy to me, every new fact I learn about him boggles.

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ALRIGHT I JUST FINISHED TRAP AND I LOST MY FUCKINGN M I N D *spoiler warning of course*

YALL

Y A L L

I WAS DOING EVERYTHING TO KEEP MYSWLF FROM GOING APESHIT. TRAP WAS N O T WHAT I WAS EXPECTING (IN A WONDERFUL WAY). THAT WAS AMAZING. I JUST GOT OUT THE THEATER AND I STILL HAVENT PROCESSED IT FULLY.

FOR SOME CONTEXT/BACKSTORY, I WAS OBSESSING OVER THIS MOVIE FOR WEEKS. I WAS TALKING ABOUT IT TO WHOEVER LISTENED. MY BOY YOU KNOW THAT MEME WHERE THAT PERSON WAS LIKE “I’m sorry for the person I’ll become when I watch this?” DAWG THAT WAS WHAT I WAS FEELING LIKE

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY BUT ILL TRY TO FRAME MY THOUGHTS THE BEST I CAN IN THIS

IT WAS INSANE. IT FELT LIKE WHIPLASH GOING FROM THESE CUTE MOMENTS OF A FATHER AND DAUGHTER AT A CONCERT MEANWHILE HE WREAKS HAVOC TO FUCKING CHAOS.

IT FELT LIKE THE MOVIE WAS UNRAVELING THE MORE I WATCHED IT. IT WAS ALSO SURPRISINGLY FUNNY.

I GOTTA BE HONEST, I LOVE COOPER. I WENT IN KNOWING I WAS GONNA LIKE HIM TO FEELING GUILT AND SHAME FOR BEING HAPPY HE ESCAPED. HE WAS SUCH A SILLY GUY FOR A SERIAL KILLER AND I WAS SO CURIOUS TO SEE WHERE HIS CRIMINAL ANTICS WOULD GO. I WAS HOOKED TO THAT SCREEN.

BEUH I WAS CONVINCED FOR A SECOND COOPER COULD TELEPORT BECAUSE HOW????? HOW WAS HE ABLE TO ESCAOE THAT CAR. IS HE ALSO A MOTHERFUCKING ESCAPE ARTIST ON THE SIDE BECAUSE I WOULDNT BE SURPRISED. I’m glad the genre of “serial killing men with mommy issues” is still going strong. I love how he genuinely cares for his kids. He’s now apart of my mental list of evil characters who are still better than my dad. Honestly if he didn’t over react he could’ve left with his daughter without any grief 😭. Like dawg just walk out the back door like you planned.

SPEAKING OF SURPRISE I WAS PLEASANTLY SURPRISED AT THE PERFORMANCES, ESPECIALLY JOSH. WHEN I WATCHED THE TRAILERS I IMAGINED HE’D DO PRETTY GOOD, BUT HE BLEW ME AWAY. I CANT BELIEVE THIS WHOLE MOVIE TURNED ME INTO A NEW JOSH HARTNETT FAN. I WAS STRAIGHT UP LIKE “DUDE SOMEBODY GET THIS MAN AN OSCAR”

ALSO THAT SCENE WITH KID CUDI MADE ME CACKLE I LOVE HIM JUST CASUALLY FLIRTING WITH COOPER “MURDEROUS DILF” ADAMS IN FRONT OF HIS DAUGHTER BECAUSE LIKE SAME. And I love that cooper isn’t freaked out by it, he literally looks like this has happened to him a million times.

I think this movie changed me in a weird way and I might wreak havoc for the next couple months on this blog with content with it because oml I’m so glad I enjoyed it. Josh Hartnett I haven’t known you/followed you through your career for long but everything about this role you did was perfect and I’m sure your fans are just as proud of you as I am. I made a damn bracelet about you and everything.

honestly I still don’t know if I’ve said everything I needed/wanted to say about this movie yet so PLEASE people talk to me about this movie I’m begginggggg. I’m so glad I kept a positive mind about this film. M NIGHT I LOVE YOU THANK YOU.

but now I have a weird feeling of lost, like, I wanted to see this movie so bad and now I did and it’s over. And next on my theater watch is the crow remake and now I’m like “fuck, now I’m gonna watch a movie I’m gonna HATE.”

also whoever decided to have Josh take his shirt off in the hottest way in the movie for no reason and also put it in the trailer…:

Also I’d like to report that movie theater popcorn still makes me feel sick BUT I KEEP COMING BACK TO IT.

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thinking of d-word Christmas cabin trip with baby Amy in a snow suit (specifically picturing baby Maggie from the simpsons star snow suit)

p.s this may not work time line wise I do not know when she was born 💔

lyla is d word baby girl but oh my GOD i love this so much the star snow suit in the simpsons makes me weepy fr. and the timeline works!! she'll be 7 months old in december, and the trip to the cabin is her first proper little holiday - matty suggests that the three of you (and mayhem) go the week before christmas, because it's been a busy year (tour/baby being born/you literally helping launch a record label imprint) and christmas with your families is going to be insane with everyone spoiling lyla, so it'll do you all some good to get away. not that you go far, i think actually you end up driving to stay in a lodge in the lake district, because you think the baby is "just a TEENSY bit too little to take to lapland, matty. we want her to remember it, yeah?"; it's lovely, though, the place you end up in, quiet and cosy and beautiful, with lots of space for lyla to practice her crawling (she's so close to getting the hang of it!!). the days are spent slowly, mornings full of baby cuddles and making elaborate breakfasts, taking your time to get ready before going for a long walk in the snow - lyla has an array of adorable snowsuits that you and matty are actually obsessed with, including a replica of maggie's star one from the simpsons that honest to god makes him cry more than the literal baby lmfao, and her little face when she saw snow falling for the first time was the actual funniest thing ever. she liked it, in the end, but there was a LOT of confusion initially; matty got the whole thing on video, her frowning at the white flakes and looking baffled when you showed her how to catch one and watch it melt on her little mittens, and when i tell you it went platinum in the family groupchat AND the band groupchat... yeah. it's also so apparent that your daughter genuinely just stole your whole face, on this trip, because she's always got a little beanie hat on and you can't see healy hair - like, your insta is private, for friends and family only, and when you post a cute pic of you and lyla that matty took the comments are just "oh my god she's YOU" and george being like "i'm high and this is scaring me. why is there a big you and a little you" lmfao. even matty posts a pic of lyla on main feed, actually; not with her face in, of course, but a selfie where she's fast asleep on his chest in another adorable outfit (christmas onesie) and you're asleep snuggled into his neck, captioned "being cutest baby ever and hottest mum ever is exhausting apparently. fit dads are a bit better at staying awake though" lol he's so weird. but yeah, lots of long walks and pub lunches and group hugs watching christmas films and playing fetch with the dog, the perfect quiet getaway before you go to denise's for christmas. lovely <3

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Can I just say, ever since I’ve sucked myself into One Piece, I have had an insane love for Sanji. The live action trailer convinced me to watch the anime in anticipation for the One Piece LA release. And at first, I thought I’d be a Zoro girl BUT MAN does Sanji SLAP. In the anime, he definitely comes off a little pervy but he will absolutely do anything for the women in his life. Unfortunately, for me, I absolutely love that quality about a character and a man. And the fact he’s a cook???

It only makes me simp for him more😭 food is a one way fast track straight to my heart.

**spoiler ahead — don’t read if u haven’t finished the Skypiea arc**

I’ve recently finished watching the Skypiea arc and man😭😭 Sanji kicking Usopp out of the way of God Erenu’s lighting strike was the hottest thing ever. AND HE’S STILL STANDING AFTER!!! Only to light a cigarette and tell Erenu that he’ll pay then pass out. LOVE LOVE LOVE😭😭 he looked so damn cool.

And y’know, I thought that was it. The end, I like Sanji BUT THEN THE LIVE ACTION HAD TO GO AN CAST TAZ SKYLAR AS SANJI!!!!! I have never laid eyes on a more handsome and sexy guy😭😭😭 He brought Sanji out of the anime and into real life and I have absolutely no complaints. I swooned once I saw him in action and I have been crazy over him as Sanji ever since.

Not to mention, Taz is a total badass in real life. He’s got a new film coming out soon and I’m STOKED to see it.

All of this to say, Sanji has completely taken over my life and I couldn’t be happier💕💕

[gaykarstaagforever]

This is a list of scripted ABC shows from the last season. I haven't heard of most of them because I'm not 63 so I'm going to guess what they are about from the titles and then check and see how right I was. Or if my idea is better.

1. The Conners was that reboot / sequel of Roseanne. But then Roseanne was insane and racist in real life so they kicked her off of it. I assume it was retooled to now be about the family becoming private eyes and traveling from town to town in a gadget-loaded super RV, solving mysteries.

You should all note before I go on that most of what I know about network television comes from the 70s and 80s. Back when it was also cheap and lame, but at least fun.

2. Abbott Elementary. Probably just Community / The Office, but in an elementary school filled with a diverse cast of quirky characters who only seem to date each-other. I bet they do a lot of jokes about helicopter parents and people getting offended by seemingly innocuous things. There is probably a sassy brown person whose culture is played for light-hearted comic relief.

3. Station 19. Firefighter show, where all the firefighters look like soap opera actors. Most of the show is people having arguments and making out, then like 3 times a season stunt people in face-hiding fire gear fight a big fire inspired by some thing that happened in the news around the time they were filming the show. I bet the tag line is "And you thought the hottest action would be the fires!" Occasionally old actors from 80s movies will cameo as someone's parents. I am falling asleep just typing about it.

4. Grey's Anatomy. Oh my god. In real life these people would have retired from being bad doctors by now. Or be in jail.

5. The Rookie. I looked this one up due to the last post. Nathan Fillion plays a 50 year old rookie LAPD officer. Because they wanted to do a cop show with him but he's too old for that, without the premise. He probably has to learn about diversity and drugs or something. No one ever gets shot and they don't show LAPD white supremacist cop-gangs doing dog fights or anything. Wasted potential.

6. The Goldbergs. I've heard of this. It was some writer's Everybody Hates Chris about his 80s secular Jewish family. Obnoxious old people watched it to be reminded about how they just don't make good rock music like that anymore, man, because they are too old and lazy to go find new music they might like via streaming platforms. It has been cancelled. Good, if only to spare me that recurring conversation with people I don't like.

7. Home Economics. A rich white homemaker lady gets divorced and has to get a job as a home ec teacher at a public junior high to make ends meet? And she slowly learns to laugh and love again, while also coming to realize that poorer people are good for more than just mowing your lawn. There are hijinks about her wearing $600 shoes that get covered in cake batter. She has to rent part of her house out to an Indian immigrant family. Starring Delta Burke from 1995.

8. The Good Doctor. Ha ha ha. That show about an autistic doctor, except Hollywood doesn't know what autism actually is so he's just a deranged lunatic who gets away with shitty behavior because he's good at hearts.

But not in the fun, House MD, way.

9. The Rookie: Feds. This got cancelled so that means it was bad, even by low network TV cop show standards. I don't even know how to do that. Uh...some 50 year old TV actress I probably wouldn't recognize quits being a crime professor to become an FBI agent, after her son FBI agent goes missing under mysterious circumstances? And it ended in a cliffhanger when she got attacked by a polar bear in the middle of the jungle.

10. Not Dead Yet. My Name is Earl, but if Earl was a nice zombie. He has a best friend guardian angel played by Jaleel White.

...This actually just sounds like Highway to Heaven, if Michael Landon had been a zombie. And instead of brains he eats Jell-O, and he can take his limbs off and send them into air ducts and up drain pipes to help people, like trained rats.

...I'd watch a couple episodes of that, I guess.

11. Will Trent. Oh give me a break.

Okay. There is guy named Will Trent, who is on the run from the...CIA, because he was with them but then someone framed him for killing the Speaker of the House with a poisoned lapel pin. He now travels from town to town, helping average people and their sexy sisters out of jams, while also trying to figure out who framed him and what their master plan is, to clear his name.

The last season ended with it looking like the real villain is the First Lady, who belongs to some ill-defined anti-America cult.

It's probably based on a book series from the early 2000s that only the loudest uncles read.

12. Big Sky. Some cowboy thing, probably. Where all the cowboys are hunky stoic white men who are millionaire ranch owners. But you are still supposed to sympathize with all their "we gotta keep a-hold of this land at any cost" violent toxic male shit, because you are a postmenopausal my mother and want to have sex with these men.

It's one of those shows that just "accidentally" has zero POC cast members, who aren't one-shot drug-runners or coyotes or thugs hired by rival ranch owners.

One-shot because that is how all of their characters are killed.

It probably got cancelled when some writer got smart and tried to do a thinly-veiled anti-Trump allegory and all the Evangelicals turned on it. Tucker Carlson probably got mad about it for 3 minutes, before he interviewed some Russian politician about how the Ukrainians hate Jesus.

13. The Company You Keep. Black women try starting and running a bakery. It quickly devolved into a romantic melodrama. Black audiences never cared and white audiences wanted more sexy rich cowboys.

I don't know. It's ABC. Every seasonal lineup has at least a couple token shows starring POCs that get immediately cancelled after one season, because they aren't serious attempts at anything outside of the politics and so never connect with an audience.

Also all of them are still written by white men, so what chance could any of them have, really?

14. Alaska Daily. Northern Exposure, but the protagonist edits a news blog when not busy solving quirky small-town mysteries. The Janitor from Scrubs might be in it.

...Well. WAS in it.

This Twin Peaks thing is hard to pull off in a compelling way unless you are willing to go kookoo-bananas with it.

15. A Million Little Things. This one "ended," which means the cast wanted too much money after so many seasons, so "the producers had always planned from the beginning to wrap things up after 5 seasons."

It was probably one of those shows that just follows a "typical American family," which happens to have soap opera problems every week based on things the writers heard CNN say people in the Midwest are mad enough over to vote for Trump again.

It probably had a regular cast of like 16 people, and was on the giant TV in the showroom of every US car dealership at least once. Until someone changed it to that show which is just Kitchen Nightmares, but Gordon Ramsey has been replaced by a balding round man who lacks his charm and good heart and is just an asshole to struggling restaurateurs.

You know the one.

Or, at least, your parents do.

Update: The Conclusion

[bisluthq]

What bothers me the most is that it’s pretentious. It thinks it’s so deep but it isn’t. When it starts we get a line about climate change and how there isn’t much water left. But then we get hen crying or just standing in the shower like 3 times, and sure, she picks up the water after the first shower but that still doesn’t explain standing there with the water running when there isn’t water. Then Terrence arrives and they make a comment about using the farm and how he saw some plants that barely need water. Then Hen makes a random ass comment about how the earth didn’t give us anything, we stole it. Everyone ignores that statement and the climate change part of the movie is pretty much over. Hen is kind of annoying because she’s so hot and cold. But Saoirse does look really hot smoking a cigarette in one of the scenes so that’s something! But it is also kind of weird that she only does it once, usually characters smoke through the whole movie or don’t. If it happens only once it might be because they’re stressed and it’s established that they smoke when stressed. Hen was chilling on the couch with her work clothes, sipping a cup of coffee or tea and smoking a cigarette while watching TV. There’s also so many awkward lines throughout. For example, I saw a critic complain about a line that goes “this could never be forgiven” and I was like “I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad line” but boy was I wrong, when she says it in a very emotionally charged scene it does not work at all.

I knew he was a clone the whole time and that there was going to be a clone of her at the end. I think without knowing that the movie would’ve been way too confusing for no reason but knowing it made it boring. I don’t think there are enough hits of him being a clone to make a rewatch satisfying. If you rewatch the prestige it’s fun to guess which brother you’re seeing and you see a lot of hits here and there, it’s a good rewatch. I don’t think that’s the case with Foe.

Paul and Saoirse put their all into it but it could not be saved.

They did bring up an interesting point (and by interesting I mean a goofy point to discuss on the blog): is it cheating if your partner sleeps with a perfect clone of you? I think it’s cheating if they know they’re with the clone. But at the same time, I would understand how, if I am gone for years, they would fall for my clone so I could forgive it in the end

good thoughts on the film (I do still wanna watch it) and as for your last point I think - and I’m actually somewhat poly like I tried my darnedest to fight it for years but I am - I’d be more upset if my partner fucked a replica of me than if he fucked someone else.

When we were on the sex holiday, I kept telling him to like live his best life and get more head. I think he pretends to be edgier than he is because he didn’t really go for those opportunities (I did get the hottest girl in the club to like lick his dick a bit after I kissed her a bit which was INSANE that I pulled that off because like I was too awkward to speak to her at first because she was so hot and it all ended with her and her partner being taken into VIP where some weird old dude fucked her and the hot model he was with blew the normie hubbie and it was all INSANE) BUT I think I’d be quite upset to know he’s fucking a clone lol? Like he can fuck other people idrc but if it were a version of me I think I would.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Michael Redgrave (The Lady Vanishes)—my beautiful bisexual hot linguist geek dandy nerd. I'm specifically nominating him for "The Lady Vanishes," but how can you not love him in this—it's a strikingly modern performance, not a whiff of old school macho masculinity; he starts the movie as a bit of a cad, thoughtless and self-absorbed, but the second our heroine's in trouble he's attentive, he's helpful, he's running around speaking languages and helping her with international spycraft shenanigans and just being so funny and warm and JOYOUS. (and again. he is SO bisexual. see the picture [attached below]). he's hot in the debate club twink kinda way and i've never wanted to smooch an idiot more

Cary Grant (The Philadelphia Story, His Girl Friday, Bringing Up Baby, Charade)—My Golden Age of Hollywood professor, who was very outwardly gay himself, put it this way: Even though Grant's sexuality was kind of an open secret in Hollywood, the public couldn't know in any real way. But anybody could see that there was a queerness about him, so he was casted for roles where he physically embodies his masculinity in a non-explicit but queer way. Bringing Up Baby is famous for the scene where Grant wears a frilly robe (pictured below, but what people don't always realise is that he plays kind of an awkward nerd in that movie. He's a hot awkward scientist in a grand robe!!! Hot!!! In The Philadelphia Story, one of my famous movies of all time, he plays C. K. Dexter Haven, a rich, sarcastic, supposedly abusive guy. And yet, what we see is this laid back, dandy-ish figure, who absolutely does not feel threatened when a woman he supposedly loves (Katharine Hepburn) starts having feelings for, and hooks up with another guy (James Stewart). He lets a drunk Stewart into his office and helps him get his job back! Obviously that is the script and not the actor, but the whole film, and that scene in particular, shows him having this very queer attitude of openness toward Hepburn and Stewart, which is only amplified by the casting of Grant and his portrayal of the character. Anyway, this is not an essay arguing for The Philadelphia Story to be considered a queer film, all I will say is: he's super hot in it.

This is round 3 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Michael Redgrave propaganda:

"BISEXUAL."

"It feels unjust to submit the entirety of The Lady Vanishes as propaganda, so I'd just like to very politely point everyone to 56:30 of this link, where we get a very nice view of Michael Redgrave's ass I MEAN his lilting, fine-tuned twinkish beauty"

Cary Grant propaganda:

The link to the above mentioned frilly robe scene from Bringing Up Baby: "I just went gay all of a sudden!"

last minute cary grant propaganda: the last few paragraphs of that new vanity fair article about him and randolph scott that just came out 2 days ago on cary's birthday where he calls it "gravity collapse" and "love at first sight" and says their souls touched and and and i'm actually sharing this mostly because it makes me emotional but also because a vote for archibald is a vote for love. this is my message. apologies for sounding mildly insane.

[narcissiah]

Headcanon: Ready, Set, Action! [Black Noir x Actor!GN!Reader

Warnings: super fucking long. cursing, like "fuck" and "shit" i think. idk, i didn't edit this lol.

srsly tho, supes long. like 1,135 words but written in a bulleted list.

also tried to keep it GN but if there's like hint of gender in there, tell me so i can fix it.

Being the hottest self-made shit in town, with 84.9 million subscribers on YouTube alone, you're kind-of a big deal.

Though you’re not officially on Vought’s payroll as a Seven team member, Vought calls you when they have jobs you might be interested in.

One day, Vought calls you to see if you’re interested in acting in a multi-genre superhero movie. It would focus on Black Noir as the lead, obviously. You, however, were the supporting lead, playing the love interest and villain.

Not only was this movie a huge boost to your career, but a dream come true. The plot sounded amazing, the character relatable, sympathetic, and downright fucking insane.

Also, growing up in supe-infested corporate America, you idolized the Seven—especially Black Noir. So working with a childhood role model, playing both the villain and the love interest of his?

Obviously, you didn’t say no.

On the day filming started, you ran into Noir. While you were annoyingly excited about the whole event, and downright irritating when you met your hero, you kept yourself in check. It was a struggle, but you managed.

You greeted him, "Hey, I'm [Supe Name]! Since we're filming buddies, want to run over some scenes later?"

Sure as shit, he acted like you didn't exist!

For the first couple of days after the snub, you tried your best to correct whatever first impression he had of you.

You talked to him, or to see if he will practice a certain fight scene with you that involved a lot of coordination.

When that didn’t work, you tried to make a funny joke or two when the situation called for it so he would at least lower that stand-offish barrier around him. Though the crew often laughed at your perfectly timed jokes, Noir would just stare at you or have already left the group.

Your last resort was acting like a good little secretary, offering to get him food and drinks from the communal food table. While he often took you up on your offer, that was as far as the interactions went. Once he was satisfied, ignoring you like you didn’t exist begun once again.

No matter, you got the message loud and clear: stay away.

Despite the crushing start, and understanding the old saying, “Never meet your heroes,” it was the most fun you had in a while.

You acted like your life depended on it; you’d be damned if you failed the crew and audience with mediocre acting. That, and to show Noir that you were worth the time of day.

You did your best to look sympathetic and relatable, even if your ideology of your “perfect world” was madness. You put heart and soul into your character, doing so well you had to remind yourself that you’re [Name], not the villainous [Supe Alias].

Then, you started filming the romantic scenes.

In the first two parts of the movie, it wasn’t too bad. Just longer periods of staring, playful smiles, gentle touches. Nothing too serious.

However, there were times were his muscles would tense beneath his suit when you had touched him. You’d die a little on the inside for two reasons: you’re touching him, and he hates your guts.

Though you two avoided each other like the plague off set, none of the crew were wiser about it when you acted out the beloved “Hero and Villain in love but never to be” trope on set.

Noir would stare at you the way Darcy stared at Elizabeth in Pride and Prejudice. You could feel the burning gaze behind his goggles.

When you held his hand, he would grasp it like it was a lifeline and pull you closer to him. Most of that was on the spot, not in the script.

At the end, he would hold your body as you “succumbed” to your wounds because he had no choice but to “kill” your character?

One word: Swoon!

And then there were the scenes when you were the villain.

Though they were steamy but not overly sexual, the implications were obviously there.

Like when you tied him up? When you would tilt his head up so his goggles were staring at you? Gentle and not-so-gentle face holding? Barely respectable sensual touches (lol)? Your faces together, so teasingly close for a kiss (with the mask still on) but no cigar?

Two words this time: Sweet Jesus!

Filming ends on the last day. You’re shaking hands with the director, the crew, thanking them for their hard work, excited to see the final product on the silver screen soon.

When you get to Noir, you play nice and hold out your hand. While you didn’t want to relive the rejection a second time, you prepared for the inevitable. 

However, you were shell-shocked when Noir took your hand and gave it a single shake. You couldn’t help the large grin on your face, or the triumph soaring in your heart.

As you let go of his hand, he holds out his other with a folded note. Though confused, you still smile and take it. You’re about to unfold it when he gently stops your hand and shakes his head.

Now even more confused, and anxious because what could be on the note? A rant about your behavior and him denouncing you as a supe? A cartoonish picture that doesn’t paint you in a good light, resembling what he thinks of you as a person? What? What?

You put the picture in the back of your pocket and do your best to ignore it the rest of the night; if it was something negative, you wouldn’t let it bring down the best natural high you’ve had all day, though it burned a hole in your pocket.

When you finally get to your apartment, it’s past midnight. You’re too drunk on good food and a few shots to do much more than take off your shoes and plop on your bed. In your haze, you remember the note.

Not feeling so dreadfully anxious about it, you grab it and unfold it.

At first, as you stare at it, you’re not sure what you’re looking at. Or how you feel about it. Then your vision clears, and sobriety hits you hard and fast. But in a good way. A great way.

The picture is of you, hand-drawn and cartoonish, but not in a negative light. Think of those artistic drawings of people with big heads and small bodies, but ten-times better.

Every aspect of the picture was beautiful, and the longer you stared at it, the more amazing it got. Really, it belonged in a gallery.

But that led to the question: Black Noir made this for you? Why?

You flip the paper over and see written; I hope this isn’t our last goodbye ♥

[bangtaus]

snap! 📸

short one shot for taehyung day!

warnings: smut, blowjob, mention of masturbating, dom!reader?

the wide smile and pure shock on your boyfriends face as he opened his birthday gift from you made you jump for joy.

“a camera?! baby, you didn’t have to- i mean- these are so expensive!!”

“nothing is expensive if it’s for you. i know you really wanted this one, and when i saw it at the store, of course i had to buy it. it was the last one in stock, like it was made for you!”

taehyung smiled wide, looking at the camera one more time before walking up to you with open arms. his entire body covered you as he held you tight in a warm embrace. “thank you, darling. i will cherish this forever”. he slightly pulls back, placing a soft kiss on your lips. walking back to find a place for the film camera in his hands, he gets an idea. he turns toward you, and quickly snaps a photo. “wha- tae no! please, i look so ugly right now. delete it!” he walk toward him, trying to take the camera away, but you failed.

he was way taller than you, so he held the camera toward the ceiling where you couldn’t reach it. you tried to jump for it, but tripped, causing you to fall on top of him toward the bed. his hands were placed around your waist, catching your fall. a moment of silence fell upon you both, as you stayed there for a while, admiring each other.

you slowly started to sit on top of his lap, running your hands up and down his chest. you gripped his shirt and pulled it out of his pants, unbuckling his belt as you moved your hips back and forth on his lap. the friction was quickly beginning to be too much, as you felt taehyung get hard under you.

you bit your lip, satisfied at how good he must be feeling right now, all because of you. you unzipped his pants and pulled them down a bit, just enough for his cock to spring out under you. you almost drooled at the sight of it- the way it was pink at the top and how it was oozing with precum already. you take him in your hand as you rub your thumb on his tip, spreading the precum all over. “what are you waiting for?” you speak softly, signaling to taehyung and the camera that he’s still holding. he quickly understands what you mean, and he snaps a picture of your hand around his cock. an ongoing high pitched sound echoed in the room before a white bordered photo emerged from the camera.

satisfied, you started pumping him slowly before picking up the pace a bit. “fuck- fuck that feels good” taehyungs moans like music to your ears. you loved the way you were making him feel, the way he was moaning for you. you begin to move your hand up and down his shaft faster, eliciting the hottest groans from your boyfriend. “oh fuck. fuck yes. i’m gonna cum”

as soon as he said this, you removed your hand and replaced it with your mouth. you took him in, sinking your head all the way down. snap! another photo.

you bobbed your head up and down, sucking him at the same time. he grabbed your hair with one of his hands as you looked up at him. the eye contact making him go insane as he snapped another photo.

“oh shit, y/n. you’re taking me like such a good girl. i’m gonna cum all over your face”

those two words. good girl. this was enough to make you moan around his big cock, sending vibrations through his entire body. you pulled your mouth away from him, and used your hand to send him over the edge, pumping him fast and hard. “come on, baby. cum all over my face. be a good boy for me”.

just like that, he came. his seed squirting all over your face. you pumped him slowly, helping him down from his high. eventually, you came to a stop. you took some of his seed off your cheek with your fingers and sucked them clean, taehyung snapping another picture of this.

after the photos were developed, you were getting ready to go to bed with taehyung. he couldn’t stop staring at the photos. “fuck you’re so hot, baby. now i can use these to masturbate when you’re not around” he smirks and you playfully punch his shoulder. he giggled. this night with you was the greatest present he could ask for.

“happy birthday, baby. sweet dreams”

—

happy tete day everyone!! <3

[bteezxyewriter12]

Numb

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Genre- Smut

Word Count- 3.8k

Includes- Numb mv Hongjoong, oral, riding, sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, Daddy Kink

*This scene is from another fanfic I'm working on for Hongjoong. I have no idea when that will be out so I'm posting this scene*

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J POV

"Oh my God", I whisper, as Hongjoong walks over to me. They put him in that for this video?My god he is fucking sexy. My boyfriend is the fucking hottest man alive. And he's mine

"Hi baby", he smiles

"Hhh...hi", I stutter

Concern blooms all over his face, "Jagi are you ok?"

"I uh no. No I don't think so"

"Why what happened?"

"You". I can't stop staring at him

"Me?", he asks confused. I nod

"I don't understand-", he starts

"You...so....fucking...christ.... hot", I blurt. God I can't think in sentences. I just want to fuck him. Realization dawns on his face and he smirks

"Oh you like the clothes?"

I shake my head, "Yes but it's not just the clothes Joongie. It's you. Everything...fuck"

"Me jagi?"

"Of course Joongie. The clothes are hot on you but you're hot all the time. The clothes just bring out your hotness baby"

He smiles, touching my cheek softly, "Thanks jagi"

"There nothing to thank baby"

"Yes there is. You always make me feel better, feel confident. You always help me in so many ways you don't even know. Any little thing you say and do, all your love helps me."

I'm a little surprised hearing this. I didn't know the normal things I say and do affect him so much. I smile at him, "I'm happy I can help you baby. I'll always do anything for you. I'll always be by your side Joongie"

"Thank you Jo. I love you so much"

"I love you too Joongie". He leans down, giving me a soft and gentle kiss. "You need your makeup done right baby?", I ask. Duh, that's why I'm here. He nods. "Ok baby, let's go"

I take his hand and lead him to a chair where the makeup is

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"C'mon jagi"

"Uh where?" I finished his makeup fifteen minutes ago and then he went to get his hair done

"I need you to come with me while I do this video"

"Uh what?", I ask confused

"C'mon jagi. I need to act sexy and I can't do that without looking at you". Is he serious? He does it all the time

"What bullshit baby. You do it all the time when your on stage"

He shakes his head, "On stage it's different. The music is there and I have to dance and it just happens. But you know I'm a huge dork and now I need to look at you to try and act sexy"

He's insane. I think he's just trying to say that to make me feel special or something. I mean I know I am to him but he doesn't need to go over the top like this

"I'm not lying Jo", he says queitly. Looking up at him, he's gazing at me, completely serious. "I need you. Please?"

I can't say no. Never to him. "Ok Joongie. Let's go". He smiles, kisses my cheek and take my hand, leading me to the set

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I'm standing in complete shock. Hongjoong is doing a cover of Numb by Linkin Park. I love them. And he fucking nailed it. The song is so good. His voice. Oh fuck his voice. Whoever said he can't sing is deaf

He has me mesmerized as he's filming the video. He's nailing that too. He just has that metal rock look that goes so well with him. He finishes lip syncing, then looks directly at me, licking his lips and smirking

And I just feel my panties get drenched. Fucking bullshit. I'm at work and it going to be so uncomfortable staying in soaking wet underwear. I bet he planned that. Jerk. He's so getting fucked hard and good tonight. He's not sleeping, not after he put me through this

The director calls cut and Hongjoong drops the sexy persona and comes over to me immediately, hugging me. "Was it ok jagi?"

He's literally going to be the death of me one day, "You know it was Joongie"

"Yeah?"

"Please Hongjoong don't bullshit me. You know that little tongue move you did and the smirk is going to get so many panties and boxers soaked. That fucking laugh or giggle or whatever that was will add to it too"

He smirks at me. Fuck him, seriously, "All I care about is if your panties are wet"

I snort, "Drenched you jerk. I'm going to be so uncomfortable all day"

He fucking laughs that sexy little laugh that he did in the video and fuck me, I get more wet. I didn't think that was possible. "Did I just get you more wet baby?", he says lowly, moving closer to me, "I saw your thighs clench together"

"Fuck you Hongjoong", I whimper

"You know baby, I only did that tongue thing because when I looked at you all I could think about was eating that pretty pussy of yours". Fuck. He's trying to work me up. And it's working. "I just wanted to run my tongue all over you, have you in my mouth, taste you. You know how much I love to eat you out"

"Ssss....stop it Hongjoong", I say breathlessly. God I'm so fucking horny for him. Who knew that the cute shy guy who asked me to show him how to fuck would turn into this...this...sex beast? Because no one gave me that memo

"Panties soaked baby?" I nod. "Then we just have to take them off. I don't want my jagi to be uncomfortable"

"Uhhh". My brain is dead. I can't think right now

"Next break jagi. I'm going to take you into a room and eat your pussy so good you won't be able to think except to scream my name." Oh my God. I want it now

"Then I'm gonna fuck your tight cunt hard and make you cum on my cock over and over until you're so sore you'll need help walking"

Jesus christ. "I....I.....". I can't fucking think. All I can think about is him

"And I'm gonna cum in my pussy, fill you up so much, that it's going to run down your pretty legs. You like when that happens"

I nod. He's right. I love it. I don't know why but I love feeling his cum leak out of me, getting everywhere. He smirks, then kisses my lips so gently, "But you have to wait jagi"

He kisses my cheek, then smirks, walking back to the set just as the director calls him. And he leaves me there, a horny, sloppy wet mess. What an asshole. But he's my asshole. And I can't wait until he drags me to a room and has his way with me

I focus back on him, waiting for him to pull more shit so I get hornier

---------------------------------------------------Hongjoong POV

I can't take my eyes off her. The entire time, I've only looked at her and the director has to keep telling me to look at the camera. When she told me how wet I made her, I just wanted to slam her against the wall and take her right here

As it is I'm dying over here. Being stuck in wet panties isn't anything compared to being rock hard and having to film a video. Moving around is so uncomfortable and my head keeps rubbing against my pants

I'm trying to move around, grabbing the mic but I can't tear my gaze from Joanne. From her standing there, watching me, biting her lip. That habit turns me on so fucking much. It can make me hard in under a second. And she does it all the time, without even realizing it. So naturally I'm hard all the time. That's why we have sex so much

"Hongjoong! Can you pay attention to the camera!", the director yells. I snap my gaze to the camera and try to focus. The director tells me what he's looking for for this scene and I just nod. Soon though, my mind wanders, imagining being in between her legs, licking and sucking on her

Then I imagine the feeling of her around my cock, all wet and warm and so tight. I fuck her all the time but she's still so fucking tight on me, it drives me insane

"Ok I think you may need a break", the director says

"What?", I ask, snapping out of my fantasy

"You're just standing there staring into space Hongjoong. Take a break for awhile. Eat something, rest. Then be ready when you come back"

Shit. I feel bad. I'm messing up and wasting people's time. Fuck. I'm angry at myself until I glance at her. And I remember why I'm so distracted and what I want. Right now. I walk towards her. "Joongie what happened?", she asks, completely unaware of my thoughts about her

I grab her wrist and keep walking, dragging her behind me. I go into an empty dressing room, pull her inside and lock the door. Turning her, I push her up against the door, my mouth and tongue in her mouth in a second. She kisses me back, hard, her arms going around my neck, pressing herself against me. I drag kisses across her cheek, down her jaw and to her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin where she loves. "Fuck Joongie", she whimpers

Sucking on her skin, I move my hands to her jeans, getting them undone. Moving my lips down her neck, I keep kissing her, going lower the more I pull her jeans down. I pull off her sneakers and get her jeans off

Maneuvering her, I push her until she's sitting on the couch in the room. I kneel down, opening her legs, kissing her pussy through her panties. Damn she was right. They're completely drenched. "Mmm", she moans

I keep kissing her and sucking on her clit through her soaked panties. "I want you to cum in your panties baby. Then I'll eat you so good", I demand

"Oooo...ok"

"Good girl". I keep going and I guess she was really horny because she cums in under a minute

"Hongjoong yes fuck". I immediately pull her panties down, getting them off in a second. Her pussy is covered in her juice and cum and looks so good to eat. I move closer and dive into her, my tongue moving all over her, everything all over my face

"Oh my God!", she yells. Her hands instantly bury in my hair and she starts moving her hips, fucking my face. Yes. This is everything I love about eating her out

"Baby tastes so fucking good", I groan, pulling on her clit over and over

"HONGJOONG, yes HONGJOONG!", she yells, coming in my mouth, body shaking and pulling my hair. Greedily, I lick up everything she gives me

"Again jagi. You came so fast. I want to keep my tongue on you". She nods, moaning loudly. "There's my good girl". I pull her up and I lay on the couch

"C'mon baby. I want your legs around my head, I want you to fuck my mouth. Now"

I position her over my mouth, pulling her down by her hips and burying my tongue in her pussy. "Joongie!", she moans. I moan into her, her juice all over my face. She's gonna have to fix my makeup later. I move her hips, rocking her against my mouth, my tongue, showing her what I want. She gets the hint and rolls her hips slowly as my tongue drags between her pretty lips to her clit

God she tastes so good. I can never get enough of her. She's fucking perfect. I move my gaze to her, watching her above me, pleasure all over her face. My god she's stunning and she's all mine. "Bounce baby", I tell her, then slide my tongue inside her cunt as far as I can

"Oh fuck", she cries, her legs shaking around my head

"Bounce. Fuck my tongue jagi", I insist, putting my tongue back. I feel her lift herself a little then slide back down on my tongue. God that feels good. Her little pussy pulses and clenches my tongue sending shock waves of pleasure down my spine. I squeeze her thighs over and over while she rides my tongue

She moves a little faster, bouncing on my tongue, her juice covering it and dripping in my mouth. "Joongie", she breathes hard, her pussy pulsing fast. Yes yes yes fuck yes

"Hongjoong yes baby", she yells. Her cum covers my tongue, so fucking sweet. Swallowing, I dive back inside for more, making sure I get everything. Licking along her cunt, I suck her clit into my mouth, playing for a few seconds. She moves off me and I need her now

"You're all messy baby", she giggles

I smile, "Just how I like it jagi". She blushes and it so adorable. "C'mon jagi, I need you on my cock"

She smirks, "Oh yeah?"

I nod, "Fuck yeah. I need to feel your tight pussy on me, making me soaking wet."

"Fuck" she whispers

"You're gonna fuck my cock and I'm going to watch you", I say, pulling my pants and boxers down. She bites her lip and nods

----------------------------------------------------J POV

Hongjoong is smirking, laying on the couch with his hands behind his head, his pants and boxers down, his cock hard and straight up. He's already leaking from his slit and I just want him in me

"Now jagi", he demands. I climb on top of him and push his shirt up so I can touch his skin. "Get on baby. Don't tease me"

I nod, moving until his head is in, then I slowly slide down. "Yes fuck", he moans, his eyes on where we meet, "Go ahead jagi. All the way down". I keep going, loving the way his cock stretches and fills me up so fucking well. Once he's all in and I'm sitting on his pelvis, my body trembles slightly. "Fuck jagi, you always take my cock so well"

I nod, "Yes daddy"

He smirks even more, "Good girl. Go ahead baby girl, fuck daddy's cock". I immediately begin bouncing on him, feeling him stretch me out over and over. He's watching me, lust all over his face and in his eyes. He licks his lip over and over, his eyes running up and down my body. But his eyes always stay on us, on him going in and out. I know he loves watching that. "Like what you see daddy?"

His eyes move up to mine, "Of course baby girl. I love seeing your pussy juice all over my cock, watching your pretty lips suck me back inside every time". Jesus christ he turns me on so fucking much . "Baby's cunt is hungry for my cock huh? You keep swallowing me over and over"

I nod, "Always daddy. I love being on your big cock, feeling you fill me over and over"

"Hmm. Good baby. Go faster", he demands and I oblige

"Yes baby girl. Harder. Bottom daddy out". I listen, slamming down his whole cock, then sliding all the way up, just his head inside. Then slam all the way down again. "Yeah just like that. Keep bottoming daddy out jagi"

The pleasure is insane and it brings me closer and closer. "Baby's gonna cum already?" I nod

"Not yet baby"

"Daddy-"

"I said not yet", he says sternly. I pout but nod. "That's my good girl"

I move faster and hit my spot with his head. "Fuck YES!", I cry out from the blinding pleasure

"Oh baby found her spot?"

"Yes daddy", I pant

"Good jagi. Fuck your spot on my head". I take that as a cue to go harder and I fuck his cock so hard and so fast, slamming my spot every single time. God his cock is amazing. So fucking good. "Yeah baby. Look at you, such a slut for me"

"Yes daddy! I'm your cockslut"

"Yeah you are jagi". I feel my orgasm coming and it's so hard to hold it back

"Daddy, wanna cum"

Her smirks at me, "Oh yeah jagi?"

I nod fast, "Wanna cum on your big cock"

"Hmmm....I don't know if I should let you"

"Please", I beg. God I want it so much

"You were a bad girl baby, telling me how wet you were. You distracted me and all I could think of was eating your pretty little cunt and having you around my cock. You made me mess up the video"

"Sssss....sorry daddy. I'll be good. I promise."

"Will you now?" God his teasing is driving me insane

"Yes!", I wail. He laughs and it's so sexy

"Ok baby. Go ahead and cum". Yes fuck yes. Slamming on him, stars burst in my vision as pure fucking pleasure overtakes me "DADDY! HONGJOONG oh my fucking God"

"Good girl, keep bouncing". I can't think, I can't speak, the pleasure- it so much and I love it. I feel him slap my ass, "Fuck yourself through it baby, ride my cock now". I don't know how but I started moving on his cock again, my orgasm lasting longer feeling his cock thrust against my spot. I'm gonna cum again. Right now

"Fuck HONGJOONG!", I shout, more pleasure crashing over me as I cum again

"Feels so fucking good baby. Keep fucking me jagi. Don't stop until I tell you too". My legs and thighs are aching but I listen to him and keep fucking him. "Good girl, getting so tight on me. That's it baby, keep going"

I can't breath, I'm panting so hard and sweating so much. I'm so hot but I want more. I can never get enough of him. The effect he has on me is insane and the pleasure is so fucking intense. "Cum baby"

"FUCK!", I cry, coming hard again

"Such a good girl". I'm so fucking tired but I know if he wants more, I'll give it to him. His hands grip my thighs and pulls me off him

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Hongjoong POV

I pull her off me, slamming her hard on her back and ripping her legs open. Getting on my knees, I shove my cock back inside. Then I lean down and kiss her harshly. "I'm going to ruin you jagi."

"Yes please yes", she cries

I chuckle, "So eager to get wrecked huh?" She nods

"I'm gonna fuck your little hole open wide, until you can't fucking walk"

"Yes do it. I want it"

"Ok jagi but remember, you asked for it". I get her legs on my shoulders and lean down, pushing her knees to her chest, my hands on either side of her head. Then I start slamming her cunt

"Yes fuck HONGJOONG!", she yells. Her eyes close as I hold her down, drilling my cock into her spot. Her body shivers uncontrollably, making me smile. She grips my arms so hard, panting fast

"Such a good girl, letting daddy spilt your small hole open"

"Yes daddy. Want you all the time. Want your big hard cock fucking me open"

Fuck, she's such a turn on, "I will baby. Always". Her pussy is so wet, constantly soaking me, making it so easy to fuck her. God the pleasure is out of this world. Her cunt is perfect for me, takes me so good, wrapping snugly around my cock. "Need my jagi to cum"

She whimpers. I fucking love that sound. "Need you're cream all over my cock princess, soaking me so good"

Her body shudders just as I fuck her spot and she screams my name coming. "Oh fuck", I gasp, my brain shutting off for a second. Her pussy sucks on my cock hard, massive pleasure running all over me . "Good girl fuck", I whimper. She finishes and I pull out, turning her over

"Hand and knees baby. Gonna fuck your cunt this way now". She listens, getting up for me and I plunge back inside

"Yes Joongie. Fuck baby". I pound inside her rough, hard and fast immediately, listening to her screams for more

"More?", I tease, "Didn't I fuck you enough?"

"No daddy, want more of you", she babbles. Not a problem. I love making her cum. It's such a rush for me. I move my eyes down, watching her pussy lips suck me back inside her with every stroke, leaving me completely drenched. It's so pretty, her cum and juice all over my cock. It gets me off so much

"Daddy, I'm.. I'm...", she cries

"Go ahead baby", I tell her. She screams wordlessly and I watch her pussy throb on me. Liquid gushes from her hole, all over me, my pelvis, legs and the couch. Oh fuck me, she squirted. "Fuck jagi. Look at you, squirting on my cock"

"Www..what?"

"You're squirting baby. So much. It's so pretty", I murmur, mesmerized

"Sss...sorry", she breathes

What? "Don't be sorry baby. I love it"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah jagi."

"Ok", she answers sounding so fucked out

"Did you cum when you squirted?"

"I...I don't....I uh"

"It's ok jagi. I'll give you another one ok?". She nods, her arms shaking hard trying to keep herself up. "Down baby, keep you're pretty ass up"

I help her lay down on her stomach, then grip her hips and fuck my cock into her hard. She whimpers, her hands clutching the couch cushion hard. "Feels good jagi?"

"Yes", she whispers

"Good baby. I like making you feel good"

"You aaa..always do Joongie". I smile, fucking her into the couch, her hole dripping and throbbing. She's close again and this time I'm gonna cum. "Give me baby"

"Joongie", she whimpers. I watch her cunt cum on me, her cream overflowing all over my shaft. The sight pushes me over and I slam her again, burying my cock all the way in her as I shoot my cum deep inside her, screaming her beautiful name

"JOANNE, jagi, yes baby"

She moans, her cunt milking me for all my cum. Pulling out, I sit back on my knees, watching my cum leak from pretty hole, onto the back of her thighs. "Fuck jagi, so pretty", I mutter, holding her hips

"Mmmm", she murmurs sleepily

"Baby's tired?" She nods

"Come baby, I'm still on my break. We can take a quick nap ok?"

She nods but doesn't move. I help her lay down then get my boxers and pants back up. Looking around, I grab a box of tissues and clean her up. She's already asleep. My baby. After I dress her, I pick her up, lay on the couch and settle her on me. Playing with her hair, I close my eyes, holding her tightly

"I love you", I whisper, closing my eyes

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[letterboxd]

In Focus: The Mummy

Dominic Corry responds on behalf of Letterboxd to an impassioned plea to bump up the average rating of the 1999 version of The Mummy—and asks: where is the next great action adventure coming from?

We recently received the following email regarding the Stephen Sommers blockbuster The Mummy:

To whom it may concern,

I am writing to you on behalf of the nation, if not the entire globe, who frankly deserve better than this after months of suffering with the Covid pandemic.

I was recently made aware that the rating of The Mummy on your platform only stands at 3.3 stars out of five. … This, as I’m sure you’re aware, is simply unacceptable. The Mummy is, as a statement of fact, the greatest film ever made. It is simply fallacious that anyone should claim otherwise, or that the rating should fail to reflect this. This oversight cannot be allowed to stand.

I have my suspicions that this rating has been falsely allocated due to people with personal axes to grind against The Mummy, most likely other directors who are simply jealous that their own artistic oeuvres will never attain the zenith of perfection, nor indeed come close to approaching the quality or the cultural influence of The Mummy. There is, quite frankly, no other explanation. The Mummy is, objectively speaking, a five-star film (… I would argue that it in fact transcends the rating sytem used by us mere mortals). It would only be proper, as a matter of urgency, to remove all fake ratings (i.e. any ratings [below] five stars) and allow The Mummy’s rating to stand, as it should, at five stars, or perhaps to replace the rating altogether with a simple banner which reads “the greatest film of all time, objectively speaking”. I look forward to this grievous error being remedied.

Best, Anwen

Which of course: no, we would never do that. But the vigor Anwen expresses in her letter impressed us (we checked: she’s real, though is mostly a Letterboxd lurker due to a busy day-job in television production, “so finding time to watch anything that isn’t The Mummy is, frankly, impossible… not that there’s ever any need to watch anything else, of course.”).

So Letterboxd put me, Stephen Sommers fan, on the job of paying homage to the last great old-school action-adventure blockbuster, a film that straddles the end of one cinematic era and the beginning of the next one. And also to ask: where’s the next great action adventure coming from?

Brendan Fraser, Rachel Weisz and John Hannah in ‘The Mummy’ (1999).

When you delve into the Letterboxd reviews of The Mummy, it quickly becomes clear how widely beloved the film is, 3.3 average notwithstanding. Of more concern to the less youthful among us is how quaintly it is perceived, as if it harkens back to the dawn of cinema or something. “God, I miss good old-fashioned adventure movies,” bemoans Holly-Beth. “I have so many fond memories of watching this on TV with my family countless times growing up,” recalls Jess. “A childhood classic,” notes Simon.

As alarming as it is to see such wistful nostalgia for what was a cutting-edge, special-effects-laden contemporary popcorn hit, it has been twenty-one years since the film was released, so anyone currently in their early 30s would’ve encountered the film at just the right age for it to imprint deeply in their hearts. This has helped make it a Raiders of the Lost Ark for a specific Letterboxd demographic.

Sommers took plenty of inspiration from the Indiana Jones series for his take on The Mummy (the original 1932 film, also with a 3.3 average, is famously sedate), but for ten-year-olds in 1999, it may have been their only exposure to such pulpy derring-do. And when you consider that popcorn cinema would soon be taken over by interconnected on-screen universes populated by spandex-clad superheroes, the idea that The Mummy is an old-fashioned movie is easier to comprehend.

However, for all its throwbackiness, beholding The Mummy from the perspective of 2020 reveals it to have more to say about the future of cinema than the past. 1999 was a big year for movies, often considered one of the all-time best, but the legacy of The Mummy ties it most directly to two of that year’s other biggest hits: Star Wars: Episode One—The Phantom Menace and The Matrix. These three blockbusters represented a turning point for the biggest technological advancement to hit the cinematic art-form since the introduction of sound: computer-generated imagery, aka CGI. The technique had been widely used from 1989’s The Abyss onwards, and took significant leaps forward with movies such as Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991), Jurassic Park (1993) and Starship Troopers (1997), but the three 1999 films mentioned above signified a move into the era when blockbusters began to be defined by their CGI.

A year before The Mummy, Sommers had creatively utilised CGI in his criminally underrated sci-fi action thriller Deep Rising (another film that deserves a higher average Letterboxd rating, just sayin’), and he took this approach to the next level with The Mummy. While some of the CGI in The Mummy doesn’t hold up as well as the technopunk visuals presented in The Matrix, The Mummy showed how effective the technique could be in an historical setting—the expansiveness of ancient Egypt depicted in the movie is magnificent, and the iconic rendering of Imhotep’s face in the sand storm proved to be an enduringly creepy image. Not to mention those scuttling scarab beetles.

George Lucas wanted to test the boundaries of the technique with his insanely anticipated new Star Wars film after dipping his toe in the digital water with the special editions of the original trilogy. Beyond set expansions and environments, a bunch of big creatures and cool spaceships, his biggest gambit was Jar Jar Binks, a major character rendered entirely through CGI. And we all know how that turned out.

A CGI-enhanced Arnold Vosloo as Imhotep.

Sommers arguably presented a much more effective CGI character in the slowly regenerating resurrected Imhotep. Jar Jar’s design was “bigger” than the actor playing him on set, Ahmed Best. Which is to say, Jar Jar took up more space on screen than Best. But with the zombie-ish Imhotep, Sommers (ably assisted by Industrial Light & Magic, who also worked on the Star Wars films) used CGI to create negative space, an effect impossible to achieve with practical make-up—large parts of the character were missing. It was an indelible visual concept that has been recreated many times since, but Sommers pioneered its usage here, and it contributed greatly to the popcorn horror threat posed by the character.

Sommers, generally an unfairly overlooked master of fun popcorn spectacle (G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra is good, guys), deserves more credit for how he creatively utilized CGI to elevate the storytelling in The Mummy. But CGI isn’t the main reason the film works—it’s a spry, light-on-its-feet adventure that presents an iconic horror property in an entertaining and adventurous new light. And it happens to feature a ridiculously attractive cast all captured just as their pulchritudinous powers were peaking.

Meme-worthy: “My sexual orientation is the cast of ‘The Mummy’ (1999).”

A rising star at the time, Brendan Fraser was mostly known for comedic performances, and although he’d proven himself very capable with his shirt off in George of the Jungle (1997), he wasn’t necessarily at the top of anyone’s list for action-hero roles. But he is superlatively charming as dashing American adventurer Rick O’Connell. His fizzy chemistry with Weisz, playing the brilliant-but-clumsy Egyptologist Evie Carnahan, makes the film a legitimate romantic caper. The role proved to be a breakout for Weisz, then perhaps best known for playing opposite Keanu Reeves in the trouble-plagued action flop Chain Reaction, or for her supporting role in the Liv Tyler vehicle Stealing Beauty.

“90s Brendan Fraser is what Chris Pratt wishes he was,” argues Holly-Beth. “Please come back to us, Brendaddy. We need you.” begs Joshhh. “I’d like to thank Rachel Weisz for playing an integral role in my sexual awakening,” offers Sree.

Then there’s Oded Fehr as Ardeth Bey, a member of the Medjai, a sect dedicated to preventing Imhotep’s tomb from being discovered, and Patricia Velásquez as Anck-su-namun, Imhotep’s cursed lover. Both stupidly good-looking. Heck, Imhotep himself (South African Arnold Vosloo, coming across as Billy Zane’s more rugged brother), is one of the hottest horror villains in the history of cinema.

“Remember when studio movies were sexy?” laments Colin McLaughlin. We do Colin, we do.

Sommers directed a somewhat bloated sequel, The Mummy Returns, in 2001, which featured the cinematic debut of one Dwayne Johnson. His character got a spin-off movie the following year (The Scorpion King), which generated a bunch of DTV sequels of its own, and is now the subject of a Johnson-produced reboot. Brendan Fraser came back for a third film in 2008, the Rob Cohen-directed The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor. Weisz declined to participate, and was replaced by Maria Bello.

Despite all the follow-ups, and the enduring love for the first Sommers film, there has been a sadly significant dearth of movies along these lines in the two decades since it was released. The less said about 2017 reboot The Mummy (which was supposed to kick-off a new Universal Monster shared cinematic universe, and took a contemporary, action-heavy approach to the property), the better.

The Rock in ‘The Mummy Returns’ (2001).

For a long time, adventure films were Hollywood’s bread and butter, but they’re surprisingly thin on the ground these days. So it makes a certain amount of sense that nostalgia for the 1999 The Mummy continues to grow. You could argue that many of the superhero films that dominate multiplexes count as adventure movies, but nobody really sees them that way—they are their own genre.

There are, however, a couple of films on the horizon that could help bring back old-school cinematic adventure. One is the long-planned—and finally actually shot—adaptation of the Uncharted video-game franchise, starring Tom Holland. The games borrow a lot from the Indiana Jones films, and it’ll be interesting to see how much that manifests in the adaptation.

Then there’s Letterboxd favorite David Lowery’s forever-upcoming medieval adventure drama The Green Knight, starring Dev Patel and Alicia Vikander (who herself recently rebooted another video-game icon, Lara Croft). Plus they are still threatening to make another Indiana Jones movie, even if it no longer looks like Steven Spielberg will direct it.

While these are all exciting projects—and notwithstanding the current crisis in the multiplexes—it can’t help but feel like we may never again get a movie quite like The Mummy, with its unlikely combination of eye-popping CGI, old-fashioned adventure tropes and a once-in-a-lifetime ensemble of overflowing hotness. Long may love for it reign on Letterboxd—let’s see if we can’t get that average rating up, the old fashioned way. For Anwen.

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Constant Pining [Mickey Altieri x reader]

A/N: part two because i think the last one deserves a follow up :> For this one, I decided to play with the fact that Mickey is a film student, so I kind of figured he would use it to his advantage. btw tho this feels super choppy and cheesy in the bad way so idk how to feel ab it:’) pls lmk what you guys think bc i might rewrite it and cut half of this out

Word Count: 3,425

Warnings: None, this is like... super fluffy

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It had been two weeks since the party and it was driving Mickey insane. He wasn’t sure what was worse. The fact that life carried on as usual or the fact that you were completely unfazed. He would have preferred if you were all over him or, hell, if you were avoiding him.

Because then he would know how you feel.

But he didn’t. The poor guy hadn’t the slightest clue. Life went on nonetheless. Some days he was able to sit next to you in Psychology (if Halley didn’t try kicking him out of her seat) and the two of you were normal during friend settings. But you never showed up to another party.

Mickey gnawed at his pencil. It was whittled down to practically nothing. He was supposed to be focused on a project that he and Randy were assigned in Film Theory but instead... You were on his mind.

“Can you stop eating that pencil and quit thinking about (Y/n)!” Randy threw a small notebook at Mickey’s head. Mickey snapped out of his daze and easily dodged it. “We need to work on this shit together. I don’t need (Y/n) clouding my camera man’s mind.”

“I’m not even-”

“Save it. You’ve been making the same face for two weeks straight now. It’s the (Y/n)-face. Sid and I coined it.”

Mickey muttered a curse word under his breath and reached for the notebook that was thrown at him. It was Randy’s film book. He flipped through some pages. It was filled with notes for class and film-analysis. Half of the analyses weren’t even assigned for class.

“What are we doing for this again?” Mickey rolled his eyes and threw the notebook onto a table. He propped up his feet and leaned back in his chair. 

The two boys were in a conference room of the film school. A chalkboard had been dirtied with Randy’s ideas for their film project while Mickey was mentally vacant for the time being. The project was to make a movie, each group was assigned a different genre. They were content with being partners, seeing as Randy had the ideas and Mickey had a knack for cinematography. 

“We were assigned to do a documentary.”

“Fucking lame... Everyone else got cool shit. I heard Terry Pusher was assigned fantasy... Fucking fantasy.”

“I know, hell I’d take a love story over this shit,” Randy threw the piece of chalk at the board. 

Mickey paused and sat up. His expression was twisted as if he were onto something. 

“Wait... say that again...”

“I’d take a love story over this shit?” Randy tilted his head.

Mickey stood to his feet and pointed at his geeky friend, an excited expression was evident.

“Exactly.”

The sea of students stormed past you. Your final class of the day ended early so you were more than eager to get back to your dorm. Your roommate was gone for the weekend so hopefully some quiet would get your mind off of Mickey.

The events of the party had been bouncing around the walls of your mind ever since it happened. A part of you thanked Halley for stepping in when she did and a part of you cursed her for it.

You couldn’t fathom dating Mickey. It was unheard of. New. Exhilarating. He was probably one of the hottest guys on campus and he had his hands on your waist.

Sure, he was a total nerd when it came to movies, especially for Tarantino films, and you could listen to his rants for hours, but the thought of him wanting you made your heart skip a beat. If he reciprocated any sort of feelings you’d be sent into cardiac arrest. Did he like you? Was that even possible?

He could have anyone at this school. He knew it, too. But it was possible he could choose you.

Before you were able to expand on that thought, a camera was shoved into your face. 

“And here we have the wonderful, the amazing, the magnificently stunning (Y/n)!” Mickey’s voice imitated a sports announcer. 

His sudden appearance was enough to make your cheeks go ablaze. 

“What are you doing?” You winced and shielded your face.

Randy appeared behind Mickey, “Film project, you’re a part of it!”

“Puh-lease, if anything, they are the star of the film, Meeks!”

You continued to walk to your dorm in hopes of avoiding the nerds but in all honesty, you were smiling like an idiot. 

“What’s it about?” You asked.

Mickey put the camera down for a second and eyed Randy. Luckily, he knew exactly what to say, or rather, what not to say.

“We’re making a documentary. We’re following around a few students, and you’re one of them. Will you watch it when it comes out?”

“Of course,” You grinned. “Just... don’t follow me everywhere with that thing.”

And follow you, they did. 

The very next morning you opened your door to Mickey holding up the blocky piece of tech. He was grinning behind the lens, which forced you to do the same. But you made it a point to shove the camera away. 

This went on for weeks. Mickey would ambush you with his camera everywhere. Meaning that you two were spending more time together. It didn’t matter if you were in the cafeteria or spending the night with your friends. He always managed to film little tidbits of you. 

At first, you would push the camera away or hide your face behind a nearby pillow. 

Then you and Mickey started to hang alone together more often. You found yourself seeking out time with him. Mickey walked you to classes (still filming you with the camera but you didn’t push it away anymore; you just ignored it), he visited you at work and stopped by your dorm frequently. 

Eventually, he had the courage to trap you into a date. 

“Why are you covering my face, Mickey? I know where the cafeteria is...” You groaned, aimlessly walking forward.

“That’s not where we’re eating today.”

“You had no reason to make that sound threatening, Micks... You suck at surprises.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can open your eyes now.”

You opened your eyes to a sprawled out assortment of food on a picnic blanket. 

It was a typical picnic blanket sat under one of the largest trees on campus. It was wide and comfortable. Mickey thought to bring plenty of drinks too. The look on your face filled him with glee as you studied the setting in front of you.

Just last week both of you were talking about your favorite underrated scenes in a romance movie. His answer was the kissing scene in Titanic, but you argued that wasn’t underrated. Your answer was the picnic scene in Armageddon.

Mickey managed to make it come true. If it were sunset, it would have hit the nail on the head.

“Oh my...”

“Do you like it?” Mickey jumped into your line of vision, he looked hopeful. “You said you’ve never been to a picnic before when you mentioned Armageddon and... well that’s just a part of the American dream so I figured- ‘Hey, they shouldn’t miss out on something so fun and peaceful’ so... I made it happen.”

Mickey’s rambling had you smiling wide. Underneath that smooth exterior, he was a nervous wreck around you. 

“Thanks, Micks...”

The food was delicious. You guys talked amongst the meal and the conversation never stopped. Hours passed but you guys continued to laugh and talk. You were having the time of your life. Mickey brought your favorite fruits and snacks, but best of all, animal crackers. You held up the bag excitedly.

“Like from the movie!” You cheered. 

Mickey leaned forward to grab a cracker but you leaned back, smiling mischievously. You loved teasing him.

He furrowed his eyebrows and went to grab again but you leaned back even further. Mickey paused, chuckling, and you thought you won. You reached your hand in to grab a cracker yourself and instead, you felt his body collide into yours. 

You yelped in surprise and fell on your back. The Animal Crackers flew across the blanket and Mickey groaned in defeat. 

“Now look at what you did...” You laughed.

You guys were side-by-side laying on your backs, staring at each other. The blanket was soft. If you weren’t so giddy, you could have fallen asleep right there. Mickey’s body heat enhanced your comfort, the need to lean into him was excessive. 

You giggled at the man, biting the nail on your index finger. Mickey stared back at you, he looked pleased.

“What?”

He shrugged and continued to stare. You faced your head forward to look up at the branches of a tree above you. 

The shade kept you both cool from the sun. Rays of sunshine illuminated your skin, the eccentric shadow of leaves were printed on your face. A breeze flew by, causing your baby hairs to wave in the wind. Mickey couldn’t pull his eyes away.

“Baby-” You said, snapping him out of his trance- “Do you think it’s possible that anyone else in the world is doing this very same thing at this very same moment?”

You slowly turned your eyes back to Mickey, hoping he’d catch on. His toothy grin spread across his cheeks. He thought back to the movie line, hoping to get it right.

“I hope so...” He mumbled but you heard it perfectly. “Otherwise... What the hell are we trying to save?”

His face was an inch away from yours. You could feel his breath hitting your face. It was sweet. It smelled of the strawberries you shared moments before. 

A few strands of his hair hung in front of his eyes, separate from the rest of his slicked-back locks. His large brown eyes were looking at you sincerely. They were inviting you in. Mickey’s lips twitched upward as if he were tempted to make a move. 

But he didn’t.

You wanted to reach toward his face and pull him closer. You wanted to feel his lips meld into yours, allow the moment to overtake you. You wanted to feel his unshaven face press against yours and tickle your cheeks. You wanted to feel his hand wrap around your own. You wanted to feel him, to touch him.

But you didn’t.

Two weeks later Randy and Mickey announced their documentary was done. The finished product was ready to be viewed. You were invited to come to see it.

During those two weeks, you spent time wondering how you could finally make a move. You were sick of this. You wanted this to end and to have a new beginning. You were sure that Mickey had feelings for you. It had to be true. You needed a leap of faith. 

On the other hand, Mickey spent the same amount of time wondering where he was going wrong. Why couldn’t he pluck up the courage to kiss you? Making the first move always worked well for him. Why couldn’t he do it now? More than anything, he hoped that perhaps this documentary will give you an idea of his feelings. It had to. 

So here you were, nervously fiddling with a blocky device in your jacket pocket, avoiding the eyes of Mickey, who sat on a stool in front of Sidney’s TV. She opted that they show their documentary in her and Halley’s room of their sorority house. Surprisingly, they were the only ones with a good enough TV.

Mickey couldn’t pull his eyes off of you. It became a nervous habit. He wanted to know what you were thinking almost 24/7, he was beyond pissed that he wasn’t a telepath.

“Alright alright alright...” Randy strolled up to the screen. “Is everyone here? Does everyone have their snacks and their drinks? You all need to enjoy this to the fullest extent so snacks are a must.”

Everyone glanced at one another, drink and popcorn in hand. You glanced back to see Sidney all over her boyfriend Derek on the couch. You gave a half-grin, wishing that could be you and Mickey. Halley sat on the opposite end of the couch, happily munching on popcorn. 

“Well... without further ado-” Mickey began.

“Wait isn’t this a documentary? This better not be boring as hell...” Halley lifted her hand and we all nodded in agreement.

“Trust me, guys, this is good stuff. Probably our best yet,” Randy reassured us. “I’m going to play it now...”

We fell silent as Randy placed a tape inside of the VHS. He then turned out the lights as the intro began. Randy’s voice came through the TV.

“Love...” Tidbits of students on campus flashed across the screen. “What is love? ...And no, I don’t mean The Haddaway song.”

A few chuckles sounded around the room. Mickey held his glance on you still. 

“Falling in love is one of the most complex things a human can do... The psychology is even more complex. Certain chemicals are released that explain those butterflies in your stomach or why you get sweaty palms around your crush. Well, many scientists believe that humans are wired to fall in love...” Randy’s voice faded along with the screen. 

The sound of talking college students came through and the camera was poised onto Derek in the cafeteria. 

“What do you love about Sid, Derek?” Mickey said through the TV. 

The camera was far too close to Derek’s face, who looked insanely annoyed. 

“Bug off-”

“Just answer the question.”

Derek thought for a moment, then smiled, “Her smile and eyes. I can’t choose one. They just... go hand in hand. They’re gentle, kind, sweet... Like her.”

A chorus of ooh’s and aw’s rang throughout the room and we threw popcorn kernels at Derek. Both he and Sidney were blushing profusely.

The next clip was of Halley walking on the sidewalk. You could hear Mickey again. 

“Ms. Halley, please explain to us what you are doing right now.”

“I am going on a date, which I do not need you two dorks coming with me-” Halley shoved the camera away and the camera didn’t see her again. 

There were a few more scenes like this, the guys asking random couples on campus what they love about one another. 

You were never asked anything while you were filmed, so you were confused, to say that the least. What was your role during this? 

At times, you would lock eyes with Mickey. He looked frazzled but stared at you all the same. 

Randy posed another question to each of the couples, “How long does it take for someone to fall in love?” The screen was black as you heard the answers,

“Weeks-”

“Months, maybe six?”

“Years,” Someone said. 

And you appeared on the TV. 

It was when Mickey first filmed you. There was more than one clip of you, too, each a few seconds long. The first five contained you shying away from the camera but after that, you could see yourself growing more comfortable around him. You were never looking at the lens but always at the cameraman. 

The screen went black once more and another question was asked, “What’s your ideal love story?”

“Something like a Nicholas Sparks book. Tragic... yet romantic.”

“If we hated each other at first, but then we learned to love. The buildup is fantastic.”

“Childhood friends turned to lovers. Something about that constant pining has me reeling...”

You snapped your eyes towards Mickey. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. You looked back at the screen to see yourself once more.

“Micks... come on and watch this movie-” You were sat on a couch with a bowl of popcorn. You shoved a handful into your mouth when suddenly you noticed the camera sitting in front of you, “You left your camera in here! ...Hey- are you filming me?” You lifted the device to your face and stuck out your tongue. 

You could hear Mickey chuckle in the background. 

Another clip played of Mickey and you sitting on the floor. It was a different day, you guys were laughing hysterically over something. You’ve never seen Mickey so happy.

More and more clips of questions and answers paired with you played. It was matched together perfectly. Realization dawned on you. Was this a confession from Mickey? 

Mickey’s sweet voice played once more. But this wasn’t for any of the couples. He was sat on the couch, asking you.

“Think about a cheesy but underrated romance, okay? What is your favorite romantic scene from that movie?” 

You were only a few inches away from him, head rested on your hand on the backboard of his bed. 

“I’ll go first, I think the kiss during Titanic is spectacular.”

“It’s good but it’s not underrated Micks.”

“Alright, then what’s your choice?”

“...Armageddon. The picnic scene. I’ve never been on a picnic so something like that just seems so... tranquil.”

“You’ve never been to a picnic?”

“Yep... is that weird?”

“Completely and utterly, (Y/n).”

You laughed loudly in the documentary. The next scene was of Mickey setting the camera up someplace. He looked nervous. When he stepped away from the camera, it was a perfect angle to film the picnic he set up for you. 

You knew the rest. The next couple of minutes showed your guys’ picnic together. Including the movie quote. 

The end of the film was nearing, and Mickey’s anxiety was through the roof. It was far from romantic but once his project stopped playing he was going to confess to you. He was going to confess in front of all of his friends, for you. Just a few minutes left and he was going to do it. 

And then you left. 

Mickey finished the quote from the movie and you left instantly. Mickey’s jaw dropped as he stared at his friends. They looked equally confused. 

“Go after them, dude!” Randy yelled. 

It took a while but eventually, Mickey found you. You were on the porch of the sorority house, leaning against the railing and staring at the sunset. There was a cool breeze and parts of your hair waved in the wind. You had your arms wrapped around your body, pulling your jacket close. Mickey could see the orange glow illuminating your face when he joined your side. 

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t look at him. His heart dropped. He messed up.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to-” 

You shushed him. He fell silent.

“Come here... close your eyes... Step up... No peeking”

“I’m not...”

You pulled on his arm and forced him to stand behind you. You guided him to stand on the lower bar of the railing with you, his body nearly wrapped around yours. He stumbled a bit but he followed your movement blindly. The lack of distance between you two had him trembling. 

“Just a sec...” You whispered and pulled a walkman out of your pocket. “I wanted to get this right...” You said and pressed play.

The instrumental of My Heart Will Go On began to play and Mickey barked out a laugh. 

“What in the world-”

“Put your hands on my waist, Micks,”  You grabbed his hands. “You can open your eyes now.”

Just like the movie, Mickey thought. 

“I realize we can just see more of the campus... not the ocean,” Your words were gentle. They came out like honey. “But I wanted you to see... how you make me feel like I can fly.”

Mickey stared at your adoringly. Your scent filled his nostrils and he wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever. His hands ventured from your waist to lift them, like in the movie. Mickey leaned forward and whispered, “Come Josephine my flying machine going up she goes...” His hot breath tickled your ear and you could feel as he intertwined his hand with yours. “Going up...”

You turned to stare at him just as the music of your cassette player swelled. You hesitantly reached his face, and Mickey leaned in instinctively. Your hand comfortably rested on the back of his neck as his lips gently pressed against yours. 

They were hesitant, hot, gentle, almost hungry. His skin was a burning touch. Your hand melded against his skin, touching the curve of his jaw. Mickey’s fingers danced around your body, wanting to explore every crevice for the first time. Mickey had been unknowingly craving the touch of your skin and lips for so long, it felt like euphoria took control of his body.

He poured himself into you. You were willing to drown in his touch.