#hoping for an outtake

[defiledcinephile]

tfw you've been made to hold yourself back after your clever little assistant sarcastically compliments himself on your behalf only to then immediately throw to video avoiding any and all repercussions

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Harrison Ford, Carrie Fisher, Mark Hamill and Peter Mayhew - Star Wars scene rehearsal (1976)

[eversweetflowerpot]

outtakes pt … 12? 🖤

[gilded-ghosts]

[fleetn-crab85]

Micky swearing is so funny to me, like why’d to time it to your drums percussion boy?

[jaredwalkersam]

Jared Padalecki | #AKF

[lynzishell]

They are everything to me

[eesttm]

So I've got you, uh, I've got you a coffee. Just got you a coffee. Then we'll crack on with the show.

S17E08

[phylaxery]

More misadventures in animation. Some worse than others!

[padfootastic]

exam szn is coming up which obviously means ore distractions, as everyone knows. so what better than to come back to tumblr lol so many tag games etc piling up that i wanna dooooooo

so. let’s have a lil snippet time!

thanks for the tag @in-flvx 💜 this one’s from a wip that was supposed to have been finished & posted for jilypad week but,,,,here we are,,,,,

“Sirius!” Lily exclaims. “We were looking for you.”

“Oh?” He presses a quick kiss to her cheek before bending down to pick Harry up, who immediately cuddles into his arms with a tired sigh. Poor baby, must’ve been exhausted by all the excitement at the beach.

“Yeah, regarding tonight—��� Sirius gulped quietly at the way she said that “—Your room is a bit…messy, I’m sorry. We were reorganising and well, y’know how it goes…”

She shrugs apologetically but all Sirius can think about is how she called it ‘his room’. Not the guest room, not the spare, but his room. Sirius’. He once again pushes past the mushy feelings that rise in him at that little distinction.

“Oh, it’s—it’s fine, I can just take the couch, no problem.” Even if his feet tend to hang off the end, and the edges are a bit lumpy, it’s fine. He resolutely doesn’t think about his comfortable Alaskan King at home.

“Of course you can’t!” Lily scowls at him. “We’re not gonna put you in a couch in your own house, Sirius.”

There it was again, the reference to him belonging here. It was a bit presumptuous, slightly possessive but Sirius was a dog at heart, he was never going to turn down ownership.

“Er—the nursery, then?” he asks, confused.

“What, crammed up in Harry’s crib beside him?” she says with a scoff, “Don’t be silly.”

Sirius blinks. “Where am I sleeping then?”

“With us, of course.” He jumps at the voice booming from behind him, clutching Harry tighter to his chest, whirling around to find James munching on a carrot.

“Where did you come from?” Sirius mutters under his breath before straightening up and saying, louder, “And what do you mean with you?”

“Well, like Lily said,” and here he sends a meaningful, entirely undecipherable, look towards his wife who…blushes? “Your room’s temporarily indisposed, the couch isn’t even an option—don’t give me that look, you barely fit on the thing—and the floor is gonna mess up your back worse than it is.”

“Oi!”

“So, our room it is.”

Right. Of course. Because that’s the obvious conclusions. How could he say no?

(Again, he can’t so he doesn’t)

It’s twenty minutes later, after Harry’s been put to bed, thoroughly kissed by his parents and godfather, after James is done with his nighttime turmeric milk and Lily’s put her hair up into braids and Sirius has taken out all his rings and chains and bracelets—that’s when he’s stumped by yet another problem.

How, exactly, are they going to sleep in one bed?

“We’re just going to expand it a little, Pads, don’t worry,” James says, supremely unconcerned.

He goggles at that, staring at the casual wand work. A part of him wonders why this is the extent of magic they’re using to solve this problem—James can conjure a bed Silenced, with his eyes closed—but promptly decides to not dwell on that for everyone’s sake.

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Carrie Fisher - Star Wars outtake (1977)

[andreal831]

Little Red Riding Hood

October 31, 2013 – New Orleans, Louisiana

The bayou didn't need many decorations to invoke a spooky atmosphere for Halloween. The sun had begun to set and the fog had started rolling in from the water. But Hayley never felt afraid out there. These were her people, even when they didn't see eye to eye.

Which they definitely were not doing at this moment.

Hayley was carrying her daughter through the bayou who was dressed in a red and white checkered dress, white tights, and a red cape that sat on her tiny head. But the attention was not on them, but rather on the man who trailed behind her with an arrogant smirk on his face.

Klaus hadn't bothered to come down to the bayou since he had helped Dahlia put a curse on Hayley and by extension the entire pack. And it was clear they were all remembering this as he walked through the crowds as if he owned the place.

"Knock it off," Hayley hissed as Hope gripped onto the ties of her own red cape. She had never celebrated Halloween as her adoptive family didn't believe in the holiday. Hayley wanted Hope to have happy memories from every holiday she could manage. She would grow up with stories of trick-or-treating and ghost stories told around the bonfire. Hope would have photos to hang in her room of her family and all of the people who loved her. So Hayley happily donned her own red cloak so that her daughter could have as many photos as they could manage of her first Halloween with her mom.

Her father was another story.

He merely rolled his eyes at Hayley's scolding and continued to walk through the bayou, head high as if to challenge anyone who would dare cross him.

"I will not cower to this pathetic lot," Klaus nearly snarled back, clearly uncomfortable being out there. But he would never show it.

"I'm not asking you to," Hayley smiled for her daughter's benefit. "I'm asking you to stop walking around like an arrogant prick."

"That's just my face," Klaus smiled down at Hope, tickling her as he did to elicit a laugh. Hayley was not amused and simply glared at the attempt.

"We are in their home," Hayley took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself. "The last time you were here, it did not end well. You cannot blame them for being wary."

Klaus' only response was to roll his eyes and reach out for his daughter. Hope jumped from her mother's arms to her father and he walked off ahead of her, as if to remind the wolves who Hope's family truly was.

Hayley plastered a smile on her face and followed after the duo as he brought Hope up to Lisina who was gathering the children to begin the festivities. Hayley and Lisina had worked together to set up the activities, Lisina teaching Hayley all of the traditions she had missed out on.

She couldn't help but smile as Hope wiggled out of Klaus' arms to run to Lisina. In the short time they had known each other, Hope had taken a liking to the woman. But this time Hope seemed much more excited about the bowl of candy the wolf was holding. Even Klaus smiled at the pure excitement on their daughter's face.

"You have to say 'trick-or-treat', baby girl," Hayley instructed her daughter and laughed as she loudly proclaimed something moderately intelligible. It seemed to do the trick as Hope held up her basket and Lisina awarded her with a small piece of candy.

As soon as Hope ensured the candy was securely in her basket, she spun around and toddled over to her parents, nearly stumbling on the rough terrain.

"Careful, sweetheart," Klaus lowered himself so that he was level with his daughter and held out his arms to steady her. "What do you have there?"

Hope reached in and proudly held up her winnings, "Candy!"

Hayley laughed and knelt down with her daughter as Klaus held out his hand to unwrap it for her. Of course she knew that word. 

"Not too much candy," she wasn't sure who she was warning, Klaus or Hope. "We don't need a tummy ache."

One of the few things Hayley and Klaus seemed to agree on is Hope having healthy, home-cooked meals as much as possible. But Klaus was always the first to cave to Hope's sweet tooth.

Hayley leaned back, grabbing her phone to snap a picture of the scene, Klaus beaming down at their daughter while Hope slobbered over her candy.

"Give me your phone," Klaus held out his hand and Hayley immediately brought it to her chest.

"No," she narrowed her eyes. "Why?"

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Klaus snatched it from her anyway. "I promise I have no interest in reading your dull text with your husband."

Hayley didn't even think before smacking his arm hard but gasped as she heard her daughter's laughter. Another thing they had agreed on was no violence in front of Hope. She had seen enough in her short life and neither one of them wanted it to become commonplace.

"And I'm the violent one everyone is worried about corrupting her," Klaus smirked but directed Hope to go to her mother. Hope gladly obeyed and climbed into her mother's lap. Klaus made quick work of taking several photos. Especially when he told Hope to give her mother a kiss causing Hayley to grimace as her daughter's sticky, wet lips began covering her face.

"Nice," she pretended to glare at Klaus but it was perfect. This moment was what she had always wanted in a family. Even if they were not the most conventional family. Hope would never know what the pain they had known. She would never spend a holiday alone and hungry. She would never have to doubt the love her family had for her.

"Come on, my littlest red riding hood," Klaus held his hand out for his daughter. "We have many more wolves' homes to blow down."

"That's not the right story either," Hayley called after them but Klaus only responded with a quick wink as they made their way through the bayou. She shook her head and chased after them. If those two were left to their own devices, the bayou would be out of candy before any of the other children had a chance. 

[simgerale]

finished writing chapter three!! there are currently 10 posts planned, along with the "growing up" post so 11 total in the works! excited for you all to see what i've been cooking (^:<

[imwithmars]

Depeche Mode to release “Strange/Strange Too” on Blu-ray and DVD on December 8.

Eleven classic videos restored from original sources + including previously unseen outtake vignettes.

[indelicateink]

i finally have polls. has this been done yet and does that matter bc idk about you but i could vote on this all day long

pls reblog for maximum kiss voting

(...i'm realizing louis initiates the MAJORITY of the loustat kisses we're allowed to know about in his story. WHAT DOES IT MEAAAAN)

[lynzishell]

OC Questions Tag

TYSM for tagging me @honeyjars-sims, @rebeldaydream, @rebouks, @igotsnothing, @elderwisp, @simulation-machine 🫶🏻

NAME: Asher Goode

NICKNAME: Ash

GENDER: Transmasc 🏳️‍⚧️

STAR SIGN: Pisces ♓

HEIGHT: 5’9”

ORIENTATION: 🌈Queer

NATIONALITY: Current resident of San Myshuno, originally from Brindleton Bay. I suppose irl he’d be American (residing in New York, originally from Rhode Island... though, what’s a 3-hour drive irl, I imagine is only a 1-1.5-hour drive in Sims).

FAVOURITE FRUIT: Raspberries

FAVOURITE SEASON: Autumn 🍂

FAVOURITE FLOWER: Dahlia

FAVOURITE SCENT: Cinnamon

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: Dirty Chai

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7-ish, not bad.

DOGS or CATS: Dogs! He doesn’t mind cats per se, but he doesn’t like them enough to ever own one. He’s a dog person through and through.

DREAM TRIP: Guys, he really wants to go to Batuu. He and Atlas are such geeky Star Wars fans… but it’s way too crowded and touristy for Atlas. For his second choice, he’d really enjoy exploring Windenburg.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Pfffff he is the blanket, he’s so gd snuggly. Exhibit A 👇🏻

But fr no more than one, and most nights there’s nothing more than a thin sheet on their bed. He and Atlas are both fkin furnaces.

RANDOM FACT: His drink of choice is a whiskey sour.