#i mean i know awards shows are shams but still.......but still!!!!!!

[cinnamonsikwate]

stephanie hsu snub + nope not getting a single nom at the golden globes is daylight robbery

[legionnaireslover]

Here Gator, let me fix that "letter" to BC for you...

Hey Ben, (Corrections have been done in RED TEXT)

I know you think that I am nothing but the kid who keeps running to tattle on you to the teacher, but you need to remember that I wouldn’t be doing it if you’d help YOURSELF. I know you don't know I even exist but I really want my few remaining followers to pay attention to me, so here goes another "Hey Ben" letter.

And don’t forget that I know a LOT more than I have leaked/tattled about. Here's the part where I sound like I'm threatening you and at the same time let it be known to anyone reading that I reeeeeeally am IMPORTANT so DON'T IGNORE ME!!!

Things are coming to a head, what with Iger taking control again, Zero’s health, $$$ running out, Adam, Usher and Birkin trying to find a new victim (and I know how they plan it, btw), and you feeling guilty about the kiddos. I know I've said this dozens of times before but THIS time I really, really mean it!  SHITS going happen!  Disney is going to END THE SHAM!!

I also know you’re scared. Team Z is doing whatever they can to hold onto you and your access to money. I saw that article about the farm you and Sophie bought and of course it completely destroys (again) all my "Sophie is ruining BC financially" stories, so I have to distract my few followers from this news!

I’m sure they are planning another trip to the Sunken Place for you, as I type this. Let me throw in another veiled reference to make it sound like I'm in the "know" concerning your fate!  It's all bullshit but it makes me sound "important"!

But you should know how many people are questioning the different pics of the kiddos. If I was being honest I'd say that number is probably around 6-8 people. But hey, how can I spread any lies if everyone knows it's only the hardcore Haters that are questioning the existence of your family!

It sucks. It really does. But Disney is playing hardball. You can work with them or they will let you go down with Team Z, for all the trafficking and other crimes…maybe even all the sexcapades online and off…You know and I know, Iger doesn’t bluff. And, unfortunately, most courts of law do not allow DID as a valid defense. Now I have to remind everyone about just how scummy I said you are (you know - the "sexcapades" and all!) and also show that I have dreamed up this DID thing that would excuse all the BAD things I blamed you of doing! 

There may even be a part of you that believes you should go down, since you couldn’t stop them. But that is survivor’s guilt. There is truly only so much you can do for those kids. Here's my latest bullshit  - I'm going to say YOU are complicit in harming CHILDREN!  Of course, I don't want you to look irredeemable, so I'll just say that you aren't really capable of truly helping those "fake" kids, who I'll say are TRAFFICKED BY SOPHIE! 

The BEST THING? Use their trust money to get them away from Team Z, into Therapy, and placed with a good person as their caregiver/nanny. Maybe a good Day School, so they can avoid what happens in Boarding Schools. Now, not only is Disney holding YOUR $$$$ in a TRUST, apparently the 3 children who keep popping up beside you, NOW HAVE TRUST FUNDS TOO! 

And it’s not like you are really doing anything to protect them RIGHT NOW. ONE more reminder that i really think you are SCUM!

The only thing you REALLY can blame yourself for is letting the Fixer die in vain. still time to avoid that. Oops!  Just ANOTHER reminder of how little I respect you - I'll lay a fictitious "death" at your feet!

Also, it’s out there about Zero’s drug trafficking…and her human trafficking. No one would be blame you for walking away and letting Disney handle the spin. You deserve to be treated like a human. You should not feel like you still have to be abused to get jobs. YOU ARE AN ALISTER WITH TWO OSCAR NOMS AND TONS OF OTHER AWARDS. You have paid your dues and should be able to live your own life now. Here's the part where I have to pretend I "care" about you as a human being!  By the way,  when I say that you "should be able to live your own life" I mean LIVE YOUR LIFE ACCORDING TO THE HATER NARRATIVE!

But you keep putting your head in the sand and trying to ignore your problems. You don't pay any attention to ME and I NEED ATTENTION!

I can tell from personal experience, that doesn’t work. And you are so much stronger than you know. How many others in your shoes died young? JUST A LAST SHOT AT ANOTHER VEILED THREAT BECAUSE I'M A REAL FAN, DON'T CHA' KNOW!

[tani-b-art]

Black talent gets snubbed year after year for the most ridiculous reasons.

"This year, he criticizes media blowback over Best Actress snubs for Viola Davis (The Woman King) and Danielle Deadwyler (Till) as going one step too far, when, despite this year's crop of nominees still being overwhelmingly white, he feels the Academy is doing its part to champion diversity in the industry.

"When they get in trouble for not giving Viola Davis an award, it's like, no, sweetheart, you didn't deserve it. We voted, and we voted for the five we thought were best," he finishes. "It's not fair for you to start suddenly beating a frying pan and say [they're] ignoring Black people. They're really not, they're making an effort. Maybe there was a time 10 years ago when they were, but they have, of all the high-profile things, been in the forefront of wanting to be inclusive. Viola Davis and the lady director need to sit down, shut up, and relax. You didn't get a nomination — a lot of movies don't get nominations. Viola, you have one or two Oscars, you're doing fine".

How Academy members feel about Andrea Riseborough's Oscar nomination and accusations of the Academy shutting out Black women

Actor: I feel like anything goes, all's fair in love and war. I thought she gave a great performance. It was very much "for your consideration" — like, what's going to win me an Oscar? It had all the check-boxes through it, and it seemed to be pandering a bit, so that bugged me. The ending was terrible. Good for them, they went about it and got her a nomination. I'm sure other people were doing equally political maneuverings behind the scenes, they just didn't get caught. If it hadn't been for Viola Davis being mad she wasn't nominated, I don't think anybody would've questioned it.... it's ridiculous, it's sour grapes. The Academy has bent over backwards to be inclusive. Last year, there were more Black people presenting. It's like, come on. I think Viola Davis is talented, I didn't see Woman King, but I'm a little tired of Viola Davis and her snotty crying. I'm over all of that. I'm willing to believe that Andrea Riseborough gave a better performance. [Danielle Deadwyler] was so pandering [in Till] for an Academy Award nomination. She was good. I mean, who wouldn't be good in a part like that? The strong, wronged mother. But you look at the real Mamie Till, she's not wearing all of these incredible gowns and beautifully made-up. I thought it was a confusing message. If they'd really [made a movie about] that woman, who was not used to being in the public eye and wore house dresses, she [wouldn't have] had one incredible outfit after another. The ego behind this pushing her to be a movie star was too blatant for me."

"Angela Bassett, you know, it's a comic book, and she was a comic book character. She sort of over-articulates everything in this weird, fake English way. I didn't buy it."

Same anonymous voters who didn't vote for Beyoncé to win aoty because, "With Beyoncé, the fact that every time she does something new, it’s a big event and everyone’s supposed to quake in their shoes — it’s a little too portentous" gotta be the same people who vote for the academy too. Full of bias, prejudice, racism, penalizing (for not being mediocre) and absurdity in their decisions.

...the politics for these major awards are a sham. These awards are a farce because everything is based on the most illogical rationale and not merit or these entertainers' talent.

All reasons why I stopped watching major award shows years ago.

(Angela not being awarded by this specific entity for her past phenomenal roles and now, neither her nominated role is complete insanity!)

I hope Black entertainers seriously start boycotting these awards.

[doraadelaide]

Guo Wengui's self -directed and self -directed "Lie Trilogy"

The author has nothing to do with it in the near future, and relives some old movies at home alone. At the same time, the classic and unintentionally thought of Guo Wengui's words, talking about the scene. "," Advanced Meeting "and so on, after watching it, I can't help laughing. Wen Gui is a screenwriter as an actor, and now the actor now wants to be a director again. As everyone knows, it is necessary to learn from a good director. Those ridiculous scripts that can't stand scrutiny can only move the little ants. The author happens to share with netizens what the source of inspiration for Guo Wengui's self -directed and self -directed drama.

The first part: Xiaoyao Method outside

Frank, the protagonist of "Xiaoyao Foreign", is the youngest wanted criminal in the history of the FBI. The criminal means are magnificent, and the ability to disguise identity is also beyond ordinary people. Everything that happened in the original film was all on Wengui. Guo Wengui preaches the "Justice Warrior", but actually colluded with officials and merchants, illegally invaded the property of others, and used the company's fraudulent loans and sexually assaulted multiple female subordinates. However, the only person who is more expensive than the actor is the IQ. In the play, the male lead acting is superb and the IQ is extraordinary. Contradiction and logic are confused. In the recent video, he has done his own slap. He has previously praised the US media many times. Now he has said that the "96%of the media" in the United States has been controlled, and some people use American media to slander him. This is strange. Why did the American media, who had been supported by Wengui's freedom to speak, became a unscrupulous media who wanted to discredit his unscrupulous media within a few days? A person's lie is too much, and he has forgotten where it is. The role of the media is to disclose the truth. The freedom of speech does not mean that the false information will be released. The true face will not be easily fooled anymore. At this time, Wengui was probably boring, and I urgently needed to find a reliable "good screenwriter" to design the plot for it, at least no longer let the "Guo's good show" help in an instant.

Part 2: Feitian Thief

"The Flying Thief" is a British film more than ten years ago. Although the protagonist is a liar, it tells the story of a group of "Grand Thefts" of the "Grand Theft" of the thieves and the good. However, it seems that Guo Wengui watched the plot, and did not learn the heroic liver, but he learned the opposite character to the fullest. Guo Wengui stepped back by step by step, and he doubled his net worth. The final result of these wealth relying on illegal means is to go back wherever they come. The Dalian Court sentenced Guo Wengui's "Zhengquan Company" to 60 billion fines, which also allowed Wengui to eat the evil results he had planted. Today, Wengui not only has no funds, but also continues to lawsuits, but he is still in front of the camera, with a smile and laughter. He Guo Wengui is closely related. This made me a surprise. If you have a "Oscar Award" in the scammer world, Guo Wengui must be a well -deserved "Oscar Best Actor". After all, who can play the same life as a daily life?

The third part: imagination into a disease

"Imagine the disease" is a French movie. Guo Wengui watched the title of the movie and directed and performed an annual drama. How to find the comfort of the soul in reality, Wengui lives in his fantasy every day, fantasizing "Himalayan", setting up "Ant Gang", and poking for rivers and mountains as the rulers of the world. It's reality. Even the application for political asylum is far away, and has the ability to organize the "senior officials of the US government", "US arms dealers", "former state leaders", and "former huge fund general consultants" frequently "dating"? After being dismantled by netizens, Wen Gui and shamelessly moved out of the "former President Clinton's staff", "President Trump's cabinet", "the most trusted person in Brazil's President", etc. As a topic, the author also had to admire the Wengui brain. The cave is big, and the depth of the play. But the more Guo Wengui, the fictional facts, the more difficult it is to hide the fact that he has been on the way and has no one. Today, Wengui lives in his own imagination every day. He compiled and directed the superhero to save the world. He said too much and believed it.

Guo Wengui has been following the Internet hotspot recently. What he said is the hottest. He really said that he had hollowed out his mind and worked hard. In the final analysis, Wengui is now full of mountains and rivers. I advise you not to do useless hard work, get lost, and do not continue to live in your own lies!

[fakerbatch]

Nans are losing it on twitter 😂. CODA won producer guild award for BP. And since many years, that has coincided with oscar BP too. This sudden rise of CODA popularity amongst voters and audience has kinda riled them up. They are really 'cute' to think ,only tpod is good and only Ben is good. The way 'best ever fandom' who never speaks ill of anybody is showing its true colors, it's hilarious. First demeaning RDJ ,when everyone said Ben was copying him at NWH premiere, saying he dosent have identity apart from MCU like our Ben( I mean come on),Will ( I know Ben was better but , Will is a legend), silence on JC matter, demeaning CODA, demeaning every award function who didn't honor Ben.

That being said, I know it's frustrating to see your favourite lose, but then ,don't give lectures about positivity and respect ( which they always give to skeptics), when they themselves don't follow it.

Yeah fans can be pretty pathetic about their faves at awards time (and I mean any fans, not just Ben’s). Yes CODA really does have momentum. I’m hoping to watch it later today but everyone I know who’s seen it loves it. My friend was pointing out people might be extra in the mood for feel-good right now, and TPOTD, although excellent, was never for everyone and isn’t warm and fuzzy. They should realize their behavior reflects on him, makes him look bad. He can be as gracious as he wants and there are tons of stupid fans acting like winning an Oscar is the most important thing in the world.

I’m kind of sick of Ben and also sick of everyone fighting about the Oscars. There are plenty of good movies that people love that never won an Oscar, or even were nominated. The people didn’t waste their time, it was still worth doing, and even promoting. I just have to say who cares if it and he don’t win anything, and I have to say I don’t think even he cares as much as some people assume. Yes of course he wants it, and given his film choices, more than most. But Netflix controls the promo, in all likelihood, and I bet he’s totally aware he’ll lose and that it’s no big deal. The movie’s done well, they’ve all gotten lots of accolades, his career is going amazingly. 🤷‍♀️ But then again I’m also in the camp that he didn’t get into the sham in the first place because he wanted to win an Oscar. He got into it because *Harvey* wanted Oscars. Imo Ben stays in it to keep doing work that he likes (and sure maybe the thrill of money and power is some of it too).

[rbr-seb]

RBR & Merc - the slowest of slow burn enemies to lovers. I ship it.

Regardless of the outcome yesterday, these guys should just team up and go against the FIA. Personally I think they should have red flagged it altogether and had a 5 lap sprint race, then there wouldn't have been any of this, and it would have been fair, cause at this point, you can't blame RBR or Max for the outcome. On the bright side, Seb got the overtake award!- DIYYC Anon. Still mind blown.

Exactly baby. Strategy wise Mercedes did everything they could. If they pitted they would have lost position.

Red Bull played their cards right and got the championship. Not saying Max doesn't deserve the championship but this felt like a sham. I've never seen Lewis shocked (and everything he did after that was pure class act especially after Saudi Arabia).

Daniel and Carlos had some interesting stuff to say, and so did George. I mean when Max supporter number 1 says that you know something ain't right.

I would call Masi a clown but that would be disrespectful to clowns.

The only could thing was a Ferrari podium and Seb winning overtake award. I just bawled my heart out and Max winning the championship is my new morning alarm.

GGs RedBull, great show Max, and fuck you Michael Masi.

At least Val and Toto had a fun time... I just want to give Lewis a big hug and tell him no one will ever replace him as the GOAT. At least not yet.

Also, I'm going to write some sexy crack so keep an eye out for that

[goldenraeofsun]

Won’t you come on over, baby?

A continuation of this verse

“Kick his ass, Peppy!”

Kevin glares across the softball field at the opposite team’s coach. “Can he say that?”

Claire rolls her eyes. “He can say whatever he wants to say. He’s a teacher.”

“He’s surrounded by impressionable minds!” Kevin insists.

Claire picks at her cuticles. “We’re sixteen. Not five. Everyone here has heard the word ‘ass’ before. And if you haven’t, I’ve got some bad news for you.”

“Why are you here, anyway?” Kevin shoots back.

“The view,” Claire says, leaning back against the bleachers smugly.

“This is a girl’s softball game,” Kevin says stupidly.

Claire tugs her ponytail straight. “Oh gee, nothing gets past you, Kev, does it?” She wolf whistles because she can.

Kevin freezes, his eyes narrowed.

Channing turns around on the bench and glares at her.

“Don’t perv on my girlfriend,” Kevin huffs.

“As if,” Claire sniffs. “Channing is not my type.”

“What is?”

“Shut up and watch the game, nerd.”

“The mascots are racing for a plastic trophy. There isn’t a game to watch yet,” Kevin points out. He glances at his watch. “It doesn’t start for ten minutes.”

“Fine, then sit down and shut up. I can hardly hear myself think.”

Kevin crosses his arms across his chest.

They sit in stony silence for the rest of the sham race. Claire buries her head in her hands as Peppy the Pigeon beats Oscar the Owl handily. “Why do we suck so hard?” she groans.

“Probably because we focus on academics rather than athletics,” a new, familiar voice says mildly.

“Mr. Novak!” Kevin squeaks. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to watch the game,” Mr. Novak says as he stands over them. “Claire, can you move over?”

“No.”

“Claire,” Kevin hisses, scandalized. How could she just say that to a teacher?

“Find your own seat, Uncle Castiel,” Claire says without looking up.

“You’re her uncle?” he blurts before he can stop himself.

“Yes, as much as Claire would like to deny it,” Mr. Novak says as he sits down gingerly in the little room left on their bench.

Claire begrudgingly shifts. She digs her elbow into Kevin’s side when he doesn’t move out of the way quickly enough. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you at any games before,” Claire says, her eyes trained on the opposing team. A dark-haired girl walks up to the plate, her wild curls tucked into a ponytail under her helmet.

“I wanted to see what the fuss was about.”

“What fuss?” Claire asks, eyebrows raised. “We suck.”

“We’re not that bad,” Kevin protests. “We won the first game.”

“And lost the four since then,” Claire says dispassionately.

“That’s… not a good record,” Mr. Novak says delicately, his blue eyes narrowing as they survey the opposite team.

“It’s their new coach,” Kevin says, nose wrinkling. “They weren’t this good last year.”

Mr. Novak hums. “Then we’ll just have to step up to the plate.”

Claire snorts. “You are such a doof.”

Kevin shoots her an offended look on behalf of Mr. Novak. Kevin tells him, “He’s their new English teacher, or something.”

“Or something,” Mr. Novak echoes distractedly.

Claire sits up in her seat, looking at Mr. Novak with wide-eyes. “No way,” she breathes.

“What?” Kevin asks.

“You like him,” Claire says gleefully to Mr. Novak.

And Mr. Novak… blushes.

Claire whacks him in the arm. “Oh my God, I am so telling Dad.”

Mr. Novak silences her with a look. “Your father has no business in my love life. Or lack thereof,” he adds.

“Uh huh,” Claire says, and Kevin has never seen her this self-satisfied, including the time she got that 97 on Ms. Flagstaff’s midterm, the highest in the class. She turns to Kevin. “What’s his name?”

“Whose?”

“The softball coach,” Claire says impatiently. “Keep up, Kev.”

Kevin throws her a look. “Why do you think I would know?”

“Because you’re the most competitive person in sophomore year, so you know everything about everybody,” Claire says matter-of-factly.

Kevin tries not to look too pleased with himself. “I heard his name is Mr. Winchester.”

Claire quickly nudges Mr. Novak for confirmation, who sighs. “Yes, his name is Dean Winchester. But that’s all you’re getting out of me.”

Claire’s eyes gleam with challenge. “Have you talked to him, Uncle Castiel?”

“Yes.”

Claire groans. “You are no fun at all.”

“That is why I became a teacher,” Mr. Novak deadpans.

Kevin grins. “You’re a little fun.”

“Thank you, Kevin.”

Claire coughs. It sounds suspiciously like “suckup.”

All three of them watch the next few batters in silence, booing as Edlund scores their first run.

“Okay Mr. Know-it-all,” Claire starts, and Kevin isn’t sure if she’s talking to him or her uncle. “What do you know about her?”

“Who?”

“The girl who just scored,” Claire says, and Kevin can tell from the way Mr. Novak tilted his head, he’s listening in too.

“Nieves?” Kevin says. Claire doesn't react. “Not much. She’s a sophomore. Softball is her only extracurricular.”

Claire wrinkles her nose. “You’re no help.”

“Her best subject is English,” Mr. Novak says, surprising them both. “She’s won several short fiction awards for her horror novellas.”

“How do you know that?” Claire says, her mouth falling open.

Mr. Novak shrugs. “Teachers talk.”

“You mean, you talk to Mr. Winchester,” Claire clarifies.

Mr. Novak shoots a quelling look her way. “I pay attention to gifted students. And despite Principal Adler’s assurances to the contrary, they aren’t all enrolled at Carver.”

“Are you hoping to poach her?”

Mr. Novak shrugs. “She seems happy at Edlund,” he says, “but I have been exploring scholarship options just in case.”

“You should get her to transfer,” Claire says firmly.

“Why?” Mr. Novak asks.

Kevin rolls his eyes. “Because Claire has a crush,” he says, sing-songing the last word.

Claire punches him, hard, in the arm.

Ow, he mouths as Mr. Novak looks the other way.

“Shut up, Kevin.”

“You’re not subtle at all,” Kevin hisses.

Claire mimes slitting her own throat, her glare murderous.

Kevin sits back in his seat, his arm throbbing with victory. He knew something was up with Claire ever since she started coming to these games. She never came to a single one last year, so it was usually just Kevin and a bunch of parents.

Athletics really weren’t all that popular at Carver Preparatory.

But then Claire wandered onto the bleachers sometime around Game 2, and she’s been his steady, if annoying and cranky, companion ever since. It was a mystery, Kevin had been puzzling over for weeks.

He’d thought she was cool, the bad girl of Carver who wore a leather jacket over their uniform and heavy eyeliner. Turns out, she’s a big softie over nice hair and dark eyes.

“You should go over and talk to Mr. Winchester,” Claire says loudly.

Mr. Novak shakes his head. “He looks busy.”

“He looks like he’s yelling at the umpire,” Claire says gleefully.

“Like I said, busy,” Mr. Novak says pointedly.

“How well do you know him, anyway?” Claire asks.

“As well as two educators in separate but competing schools would know each other, I suppose,” Mr. Novak says.

“Yeah, that tells me exactly zip,” Claire says derisively. “How come you aren’t sitting with lover boy, anyway?”

“Claire!” Mr. Novak says sharply.

“What?” Claire crosses her arms across her chest. “I’m just saying.”

“I am still loyal to Carver Preparatory,” Mr. Novak says primly, nodding to the team.

Claire rolls her eyes. “I bet you’re just chicken.”

“I am not ‘chicken.’”

This was not the first time Kevin saw Mr. Novak do literal air quotes, but it never ceases to amaze him. 

“Are too,” Claire says, and who the hell ever told Kevin girls mature faster than boys?

Mr. Novak rolls his eyes to the sky, as if praying for patience. “Please drop it, Claire.”

“You really are no fun,” Claire huffs.

“I try my best,” Mr. Novak says, his voice dry as the Sahara.

They watch the next few innings, growing steadily more silent as Edlund racks up more runs and Carver… does not.

Kevin still cheers when Channing hits the ball. He winces when she gets tagged out at third base.

Claire hangs her head in shame as the two teams line up to slap hands and mutter “good game.” She grumbles, “I don’t know why I keep coming to these things. I’m not a masochist.”

“No, you just like the opportunity to ogle our athletic rivals,” Kevin quips.

“You’re on thin fucking ice, buddy,” Claire says blindly swatting in his direction as she watches Nieves drink from a water bottle.

Mr. Novak cuts in, “Language, Claire.”

“Bite me.”

Mr. Novak opens his mouth, but someone else interjects first, their tone playful, “You gonna take that lying down, Cas?”

Claire’s mouth falls open. “‘Cas’?” she repeats, her eyes wide as she takes in Mr. Novak, looking like a deer caught in the headlights..

Mr. Winchester, because of course it’s Mr. Winchester, clambers up on the bleachers. “I can’t believe you finally showed,” he tells Mr. Novak.

Mr. Novak’s face pinches. “I told you I would come.”

Mr. Winchester grins, slow and easy. “Yeah, but I didn’t believe you.”

Mr. Novak releases a long-suffering sigh. “Don’t you have children to wrangle?”

“I came here to collect my winnings.”

“Come on,” Mr. Novak complains, “That was hardly a serious bet.”

“Never pegged you for a sore loser, Cas,” Mr. Winchester taunts.

“Fine,” Mr. Novak grumbles as he leans forward and quickly presses his mouth to Mr. Winchester’s. “There, happy?”

“I’m friggin’ awesome,” Mr. Winchester says.

Claire rounds on Mr. Novak, her face accusatory. “Just two educators blah blah blah my ass.”

Mr. Winchester’s eyebrows rise, his face disapproving and maybe a little impressed. “I thought all you guys at Edlund were a bunch of dweebs.”

“Dean,” Mr. Novak says through gritted teeth, “Meet my niece, Claire.”

“The rest of ‘em are all dweebs, trust me,” Claire says dispassionately, jerking her head towards Kevin.

Claire Novak is officially the worst.

“I’m Kevin Tran,” Kevin says, ignoring her. “Mr. Novak is my Latin teacher.”

“Well, whaddya know,” Mr. Winchester drawls, “He was mine too.”

“He was?” Kevin asks, looking from Mr. Novak to Mr. Winchester and back again. “But you’re…”

“Old,” Claire finishes for him.

Mr. Novak sighs loudly.

Mr. Winchester snorts. “He was my tutor in high school, actually. We were in the same year.”

Mr. Novak turns pointedly to Mr. Winchester. “Don’t you have a team to get back to?”

“Oh, crap, yeah,” Mr. Winchester says with a wild look around. He ducks down, kisses Mr. Novak again before he can do anything about it, and jumps down off the bleachers.

“I can’t believe you’re dating a jock,” Claire says dispassionately as they watch Mr. Winchester sprint across the field.

Mr. Novak puts his head in his hands.

[thesunalsocollapses]

10-04-19 — 3:33 a.m.

Armie,

I hope you don’t mind me addressing a few pages of my journal to you. Maybe I’ll even rip these pages off and leave them for you — like on your pillow or something.

I missed you tonight. For real. I know I already said it, and I’m sorry I’ve been a little harsh on you when you said you couldn’t make it. But you can’t imagine how many times I thought of us walking that red carpet together. Getting out of the car we would have shared for a quick ride, but it would have been ours anyway. Armie and Timmy’s car is here for old times sake. Being us in front of their million eyes watching, expecting, wondering. I thought and dreamed about all of it so accurately I feel like I’ve been robbed of my own memories. Not the ones that could have happened and never did, but the ones that did and somehow were stolen from me. I know they exist somewhere but the tip of my tongue is empty of their taste and I can only see their ghosts. The only thing I can do now is hold onto our old memories, the one I put aside and only allow myself to look at every once in a while, to be able to enjoy the moments I have to do the same with others, others who aren’t you, and also because I’m too afraid to let them out. I don’t want to see their colors fade. I don’t want to wake up one day and realize I can’t feel your comforting warmth by my side, your voice whispering nonsense in my ear only to make me laugh, the soft touch of your hand on my waist… Have I already mentioned that I missed you? Because I did. I do, every day actually.

You know my outfit tonight was for you? I think Virgil joked about it somewhere, saying I was the easiest person to dress or something. That’s because I texted him only one time about what I wanted for tonight, right after we agreed on you being my plus one. I wrote : « Can you make me something shiny for London? » and he asked : « that’s all? » and I replied « yes » and that was it. I wanted to shine for you, Armie. Because you asked me to.

You probably don’t remember, but you did. At the Oscars.

Or maybe you do remember because that gif has been everywhere.

I’ve learned three things that night. Well — maybe more than three, but three I've been carrying every day with me ever since.

First, you are the dearest friend that I could make in this industry and probably ever will.

After the year of promo, after all the times you had presented me for awards, after not being even a nominee for that best supporting award you rightfully deserved, you were still happy for me. You were once again taking a step back, hiding in the shadows to let me shine under the dazzling light. I already knew back then co-stars rarely become close friends in real life. Never in those circumstances. And yet you were still there. Still by my side, still supporting me, still asking me to take the praise for you when no one realized I was only able to shine because you were there. Thanks to your light blinding my darkness away.

I may be the only one who truly knows this, because I’m the only one who knows everything that happened with you and to you behind cameras, but I know you deserved to be on that list just as much as I did. Probably even more.  

And you stayed after. Even if you were sick and dying on your feet from exhaustion, you stayed. I was on the edge of collapsing again and you were the only reason I didn’t. Keeping me whole. Picking up the crumbling pieces, and the ones I was trying to throw away, showing me how to love them again. How to love me again.

That night I also knew I had screwed up. I didn’t know exactly how, I didn’t know when, but it had to be me. It had to, right? I mean, how many times had we joked about the insane amount of stars that were aligned for this movie? Everything was fucking perfect. And yet I didn’t win. I was holding all the cards — like every fucking single one of them and I didn’t win. That night, I wasted the opportunity of a life time. Something that happens once and then never again.

Who am I to dare expect another chance? To hope for it and say yeah I wasted the first one so give me another. And one more after that because I’m presumptuous enough to think I’m so talented I deserve everyfuckingthing. When, in reality, I’m just that poor guy who has peaked at 20 and stumbled on the second step on the podium. After that, there were only shams, resemblances that don’t feel as right, a parade of almosts that don’t feel as good. I felt like I was doomed. Some days, it still feels like I am. Because that night, I became an Oscar nominee forever. And I knew I’d never be more than that. It didn’t stop me from keep trying, like during Beautiful Boy. I hadn’t got a nomination yet and I was already willing to starve myself to death, to put my life in danger to get myself there. Can you imagine what I could do now that all my previous attempts have failed? That scares me. I’m fucking scared because I don’t know if I can trust myself to know how to stop scratching that hitch, to stop hunting that unreachable desire that is nothing but a bottomless pit.

The third thing… I actually learned about the third thing recently, with my therapist. Talking about what has been happening in my life for the past months, we realized we kept circling back to the Oscars night. What would have been different if I had won? That’s the question I’ve been asking myself more and more often lately. And I think the answer is a fucking lot.

The more people were telling me it was all about politics and I shouldn’t think to much about winning or the fact that I didn’t, the less I could keep myself from thinking that if it’s political, I can’t win their game unless I play the fucking game. Being on the inside isn’t enough to take the whole system down. What if I lose everything? I can lose acting, Armie. You know I can’t. You know it's the one thing I can’t lose. Acting, and you. I need to be on top of their stupid pyramid so they can’t get rid of me anymore. I need to be irreplaceable. I’m just not sure how to do that anymore.

God I’m rambling way too much. Sorry. The high of the premiere is still running. I can feel it. It’s pulsing into the quiet of my room and the sound is both addicting and frightening. You still aren’t here to calm my nerves so I’m doing whatever I can on my own. Which is writing non-sense and self-centred reflections like the egocentric actor I am now, apparently.

I guess what I’m trying to say it’s… it’s all for you. That night, you asked me to shine and I failed. Every day since then I’ve been trying to honor what you wanted for me. To live up to the person you see when you’re looking at me. And I wanted you to see that tonight. How things have changed since the last time we did that together. I wanted you to see all the people, to feel their screams make the hair on the back on your neck stand up and their applause give you chills when they’re the ones standing on their two feet, clapping through all the credits and behind.

I wanted you to see that I made it, that I’m shining brighter than everyone else.

— 7:18 p.m.

I learned what they did. Did you know?? Of course you knew. Why didn’t you tell me? I hate them so much. I’m gonna… I don’t know what, but I’m doing to do something. I hate them. I hate everything so much.

I’m sorry, Timmy. I… suspected it was going to happen. Or something like that anyway. I didn’t think it was worth telling you because I didn’t want you to be mad at them, even if that meant you were going to be mad at me. I know you don’t hate them. It was easier this way. I thought it was.

…you didn’t have to do that for me, you know? But I look forward for it.

I missed you too.

[spiralledcupid]

‘ people say friends don’t destroy one another (what do they know about friends?) ’

Peter Lukas/Elias Bouchard, 1947 words. 

Peter and Elias watch The Weakest Link. 

CW for toxic dynamics and british game shows 

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They’re almost always busy. Organising the apocalypse was hard work, and when Elias wasn’t submerged in paperwork and plotting, Peter was out to sea and mourning his failure – and when Peter wasn’t on the Tundra, Elias was too busy laying traps for his Archivist. It was nothing personal, though Elias sometimes liked to act like it was, just to bait a reaction. It was simply hard to schedule time for relaxation, hard to plan when getting hold of each other was near impossible. But, on the nights where they both happened to be available and in England, Peter always ended up on Elias’ doorstep. Somewhere along the line, Elias would let him in, they’d pour drinks – cider for Peter and red wine for Elias, the latter stocked high and the former with just a few cans gathering dust in a corner – and they’d end up in front of the television. And Peter would put on a game show.  

They’re an odd little fascination, one Peter developed during a horrid interval when the Tundra was trapped portside for a week, or maybe two. Though he’d expected his enjoyment of them to pass when he was finally free to sail on his silent ship once more, the habit stuck and more often than not he found himself watching one quiz show or another. Not the silly ones like Eggheads or Pointless, when it all boiled down into teamwork and collaboration, but the truly cutthroat ones, Who Wants to Be a Millionaire and such, where the contestants were pitted against each other from the start. The ones where they were all so obviously praying their fellow contestants would fail so they could get their chance at whatever meaningless award was offered.

Elias – though he had been James Wright at the time, if Peter remembered right – had called Peter for the first time ever when that couple cheated Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, gloating over how they’d worked together to snatch the top prize from ITVs helpless hands. It took all the fun out of it, really, working together. It robbed the shows of that intoxicating isolation that populated so many of them, the terrifying knowledge that there would be no help given, that everything had to be done alone. That was quite wonderful.

Peter allowed himself to sprawl over their shared sofa. For once in his overlong life, Elias had decided to be pleasant, only complaining twice when Peter commandeered the remote to put on a rerun of The Weakest Link. And he’d kept quiet during the best bits, when the contestants nominated the contestant to leave the show that round.

“You are being kind tonight.” Peter remarked, when the second-rate replay channel shoehorned in yet another ad break.

“Am I?” Elias asked, swinging his long legs into Peter’s lap. Peter shuffled away to the tune of Elias’ laugh. The last thing he needed was Elias ruining the delicious pain of second-hand isolation by forcing Peter to remember his presence. He regretted talking at all when Elias began prodding his toes into the worn jean of Peter’s thigh. His socks were covered with eyes, tessellated together into some sickening collage of sight.

“Can you see from those?” Peter asked without thinking. On the television, some pointless celebrity offered up a brand of washing power in a variety of scenarios, her face never losing a bland smile, her eyes clinging to hollow vacancy. Peter’s heart rose. There was nothing more enjoyable than the knowledge that this woman, whoever she may be, would have left the recording studio for a flat far too big for her in the centre of a bustling city, the open plan forcing her voice to echo and rebound from the stock-photo walls should she try to call any of the fake friends she had. But there were still millions of women across the country watching her vacant face and wishing with all their lonely little hearts that they could be her, convinced that if they just had her hair or her face, her money or her family, they could wash the loneliness from their lives for good. They were wrong.

Peter hoped no one told them.

“Can I see through my socks?” Elias mused, closing his eyes. Seconds, minutes later, he blinked them open again, “Your trousers are terribly frayed.”

“I don’t need to see through my socks to know that.”

“You should fix them.” Elias suggested, in the voice that meant he wanted Peter to do no such thing. Elias fed from making sure Peter always felt his Eye on one of his flaws or another and Peter, in turn, fed from never listening to Elias’ opinion when he chose to give it. It made Elias feel terrifically, terrifyingly lonely, when people didn’t care what he thought about them.

A five second clip of the introduction music signalled the end of the nauseating ad break. Peter was very conflicted about ad breaks. On one hand, it didn’t really seem fair to exchange five minutes of mediocre television for five minutes of mind-numbing adverts displaying things no one person could possibly need, even if they lived as long as Elias had. On the other hand, advertisements were built around the need to make the viewer feel inferior, a gateway drug to loneliness if there ever was one. Where there was inferiority there was insecurity, the fear of being left out or left behind, and both of those were fears The Lonely found delicious.  

Yes, Peter would adore ad breaks, if he didn’t have to see them too.

“How could they cancel this?” Peter sighed, as onscreen Anne Robinson belittled a contestant for enjoying wrestling.

“It’s possibly the only good thing the BBC has ever done,” Elias said, purely to provoke a reaction, “I mean it. I’m not antagonising you.”

“I didn’t think antagonising, I thought provoking,” Peter said pleasantly, “I would prefer it if you stayed out of my head, though.”

The thought of Elias watching his thoughts, taking a personalised tour through his brain like a tourist at an isolated art gallery, sent Peter’s skin crawling. It was the worst thing about spending time with Elias, the knowledge that he, should he feel inclined, could dip into Peter’s head and watch to his heart’s content, dig up every little secret and throw them back into Peter’s face just to see how he’d react. And the knowledge that any reaction Peter gave would feed Elias’ patron.

“What a shame.” Elias remarked, tugging Peter’s attention back to The Weakest Link.

“What happened?”

“She didn’t bank. Lost them almost all of the money.” Elias clicked his tongue in a sham of sympathy.

Peter groaned, “You made me miss it.” The frustrated looks of the other contestants weren’t nearly as satisfying without the memory of the woman’s mortification to back them up.

“What a shame.” Elias repeated. His feet were still pressed against Peter’s thigh, a constant, bony reminder that Peter wasn’t alone anymore, would never be alone again should he ask. He wondered if he should be happy about it.

“You think,” Elias said, “far too much. What does it matter if you’re not always lonely? I’m not always Watching.”

“You had your Eye on that archivist of yours not ten minutes ago.” Peter said, taking Elias’s sudden frown as confirmation of his hunch. But that was all wrong too. Surely normal people wouldn’t be joking if their partner had spent a night with them watching one of their co-workers. Surely they’d be upset about it.

“We’re not partners.” Elias reminded him.

There were two contestants left, vying for the money that hadn’t been lost by their idiotic competitor. Peter tried to focus on them, and not on the way Elias was looking at him, on the half-smile playing across the lips Peter liked so much. When they were together, of course. When they were apart, Peter thought, Elias’s mouth was just another mouth.

“Liar.” Elias hissed. The bolt of insecurity that darted through him was honeysuckle sweet. In retaliation, Elias dug his heel into Peter’s leg as he stretched out over as much of the sofa as he could, crowding Peter against the arm. Peter didn’t look away from the television.

“The man on the left wins,” Elias snapped, “It’s a question about Hadrian’s wall and he snatches it right out from under the other man’s nose. He spends his pathetic gains gambling himself into worse debt then he started with.”

“Oh,” Peter complained. Anxiety swelled in his gut at the show of Elias’s power. He didn’t know Elias could dip into the minds of people on television too. Was there anything he couldn’t See, any secret he couldn’t Know as soon as he wished to?

“I can’t. I’ve just seen this one before.” Elias said, observing Peter’s wide eyes with barely-concealed delight. What did Elias care if the power he’d hinted at didn’t exist? Peter’s original rush of fear had been enough to make them even.

“You,” Peter said, “are a bad boyfriend.”

“I don’t care, as long as I’m not yours.”

Careful, Peter closed a hand around Elias’ ankle, covering some of the eyes that danced and winked along it. Elias’s smile widened.

Peter tugged, and Elias let himself be moved.

Peter lifted, and Elias let himself be raised.

When he sunk his fingers into Peter’s hair and pushed his nails into Peter’s scalp, Peter didn’t protest. Instead, he placed Elias in his lap and let himself be kissed.

Kissing Elias was a little like breathing in a burning building. It was a little like Christmas, or existing on a crowded ship. In other words, it was unbearable, but Peter wanted, needed it anyway. It was choking and over-hot and crowded and pushy and Peter wanted it more and more and more and more, until he couldn’t breathe without Elias pressed firm against his chest.

Elias pulled his mouth away, because it wasn’t enough for Peter to just feel his smirk apparently.

“Your metaphors are ridiculous.” He wiped his mouth with one hand and smoothed his hair with the other.

“I never was fond of words.”

“That much is clear.” Elias said, as if they hadn’t had this conversation a thousand times before, as if they wouldn’t have it a thousand times again before they were finally done with each other. Peter caught his breath as Elias rolled his shoulders, blazer slipping down from the movement, before craning his neck to glance at the television. Peter watched the credits reflect in his shiny, dark eyes.

“Can we put Big Brother on? After all,” He patted Peter’s cheek, “You’ve had your fun.”

“If you want.”

All those people trapped together but encouraged to hate, to isolate even when there was nowhere to go, to say one thing when they thought and felt another, to not trust anyone they were confined with. It was lonely enough for Peter.

“Everything’s lonely enough for you,” Elias said, rubbing at the faint red of beard rash decorating his cheeks, “You’re very simple to please.”

The familiar panic washed over Peter again, the fear encapsulated in the knowledge that Elias would always, somehow, Know Peter better than Peter knew himself. The fear that, whatever Peter was, Elias could See it and take it and keep it for himself.

Peter pushed Elias from his lap.

They split a pack of biscuits, though they were both hungry for something more sustaining, and Peter wondered if he could never get used to having all his secrets laid out in a glass cabinet, for Elias to view as he pleased.

The look on Elias’ face said that, even if he could, Elias wouldn’t let him.

[hoochy-coo]

Opinion on folklore?

Without a doubt, one of her best albums. It’s up there with ‘Red.’ It’s prove that Taylor is capable of mature writing and writing outside of her own experiences. I feel like majority of people who have been listening to her B-Sides for years have always known that she’s got a very strong pen but I think this cements her credibility as a songwriter to the public and critics. I also think this is an album that she’s always wanted to make but didn’t have the courage to do so. If anything, this is a significant release for her discography because it shows her musical growth and also the potential shift in career and musical direction. Yeah, sure “folklore” will probably get a nod from the Grammy’s (which I truly believe she still craves for despite what a sham that award has turned out to be) but it’s not going to get the commercial success that her other eras have achieved. I think she’s now ok with that and that’s a big step for a mainstream jagonaut that she is. The album itself reminds me a lot of early Joni Mitchell (think Clouds and Ladies of the Canyon). There’s a lot of complexities there in her writing. She’s not worried about a catchy hooks and witty lines, she’s fully concerned with the storytelling and how to maximise that (i.e. choosing to have 3 songs that tells the same love story but from different perspectives). Probably the most notable thing about this release is that it sends a message that she’s got longevity as an artist because she can adapt to genres and can excel at it. It might also mean that she’s ready to let go of her pop star persona (knowing that it’s starting to run its course and that pop music has shifted so far beyond what it was when she was at her peak) and that in the future, we’re going to get stripped-down releases and reflective music that has nothing to do with what she seems to struggle with most - how her love live is documented and perceived by the media.

I also so think this is the best she’s ever sound vocally on any project. She sounds like she’s comfortable and she never sounds strained. My only real complain is that some of the songs sound the same but I think that could be a Jack Antonoff thing. All the songs that Aaron Dessner are credited for are fantastic and sound distinctively woodsy (which goes with the album’s aesthetic).

[ajw720]

You know, for people who claim we "don't listen to what D says", the other side is awfully quick to minimize D's presence on G/lee and say that it doesn't mean anything to him. Really? Is that why he still wears his Dal/ton hoodie? Is that why he continues to work with RM, who catapulted as a showrunner because of G/lee? LOL if he really wanted to minimize it he'd do what C did and back away from RM and anything show related entirely. They only "listen" to D if it pertains to M and straightness

Nonnie, they only listen to what the PR version of d says, whether it is from his mouth or written and they ignore everything that could possibly counter their fantasy world.

I have said it repeatedly, to any person paying attention, you have to be living under a cloud heavy with delusion because the mountain of evidence that suggests that there is something not write with the narrative sold is overwhelming.

Last night, in my opinion, that was a statement D was making. he doesn’t want to erase G/lee. He doesn’t want to erase B/laine. He is proud of K/laine.  He loves C/hris. And CC is still going strong. All of which are devoid if you only look at the PR narrative.  This is the 2nd time in about a year he has been photographed in that hoodie, the other was pap pics before the sham mockery.

he then threw in sweats that reminded us of the other queer role he is known for, you know the one that won him 4 awards.  For someone who has sworn off queer roles for eternity, his actions suggest differently, including this photo, his performance of Not Getting Married, and his role as star and EP of a show that has a strong LGBT+ them no matter who he plays. But they ignore it.  They ignore everything except for the story painted by PR which is weak at its best.

And bonus, as @notes-from-nowhere the colors on the sweats, LGBT+ colors. 

[staygoldbish]

My world

A/N: So this is my first time writing a oneshot for them...hope you like it :)

Sypnosis: Your marriage with Park Jimin was perhaps the best decision you had ever made in your life. He was your entire world as much as you were his. You were sure of that. So why was there a woman kissing him in his office?

pairing: Jimin x reader

genre: angst, fluff, established relationship!au, husband!jimin, wife!reader

words: almost 1.9k

Empty. That’s how it felt. You were unsure of what you were supposed to even feel anymore. Was it your fault? You didn’t know…maybe it was. Your mind kept flashing to the past, all the times you both had spent together flashing past like a film reel, trying to find out where it had gone wrong. Was he never in love with you? Was your whole marriage a sham, where you were the only willing party? It couldn’t be, no one could fool someone for 3 years, could they? No, he had loved you alright (you berated yourself for thinking otherwise) it could have been just a misunderstanding after all. Jimin couldn’t just fall out of love with you. But then what had changed for him to start cheating on you? How long had it been going on for?

 You felt detached from your body as you sat staring at the wall lifelessly. Moments, it had taken moments for your entire world to collapse. A world, you had until then, believed to be perfect.

 Flashback

4 months ago

You put the food in the oven to reheat as you waited for Jimin to be back from his office. It was just how your routine was; you generally were the one who arrived back from work first. But lately, he had seemed to be coming pretty late. It was some big deal coming up; he had told you brushing away your worries when you had asked him. As you glanced at the clock to check the time, you heard the sound of the door opening followed by the familiar sound of footsteps and the next thing you knew you were engulfed in a pair of arms, ring adorned hands coming to rest at our waist, head nuzzling into your neck tickling you, resulting in a series of giggles emitting from your lips.

”Baby stop…it tickles”

"But I missed my wife” he replied almost whining still holding you in his arms, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Oh did you now...You know what they say, you miss someone it means you forgot about them in the first place” you teased.

“…You are impossible. This is what I get, after working hard all day only to come home to be doubted by my wife about my love for her, that too after I just booked a vacation to Australia so I could spend more time with her. I should be given an award for my sacrifices.” he sighed dramatically. “You did what?” you turned to him your face marked with unadulterated surprise as you gazed up at him.

“And it comes with scuba diving lessons at the Great Barrier Reef too.”

“I think I just fell in love with you all over again” you replied, as you looked at him in complete seriousness, your face the definition of sincerity.

“Wow, it took my wallet being lighter to get my wife to appreciate me…who are you in love with, me, or my money?”

“Don’t be delusional of course it’s your money…and also your handsome face too, perfect to be my arm candy. I mean just look at that ass” you said cheekily, your hand coming down to give the mentioned body part a light squeeze.

“I feel used…I should file for a divorce”

“You are right, it’s high time I start going for what I deserve too instead of staying out of pity for you”

 “Oh really now?” he asked lowering his voice, raising an eyebrow a devilish smile overtaking his plump inviting lips as he pulled you close to him tightening his hold on your waist.

 “Y-Yepp” you stuttered cursing yourself for losing control ‘Damn him for knowing my weaknesses’.

 “You don’t sound so sure, maybe you just need a reminder of exactly why you stay huh?” he almost purred pulling you closer to him by the waist until only a centimeter’s distance remained between your lips.

 “Hey…the dinner…”

 “Can wait…currently, I’m craving for something else” he smirked, his fingers tracing burning paths into your inner thigh “Let me show you exactly why you love me.”

 Your lips that had unconsciously stretched into a smile twisted to a scowl as you remembered what exactly you had seen today.

 It had been a while since they had had lunch together since you both had been busy so you had decided to visit him with lunch as you had been free that afternoon. Reaching his office, you were met with both his secretary and his business partner, Taehyung at the reception waving at you. You smiled at them before inquiring whether your husband was available or not. "Of course, we were just about to leave for lunch after his last-minute appointment," Taehyung said eyeing the bags in your hand "But it looks like he'll be ditching me again...It's true what they say, marriage changes people" sighing dramatically sending you both into giggles before laughing along with you.  No wonder these two were the thickest of friends, both of them were too extra for their own good. The man had been your husband's best friend for years now and if not for the way you knew they were dedicated to their work, nobody would believe these two goofs were one of the most successful and hard-working people in their respective fields. "You know you just have to find someone of your own," you said teasing him raising an eyebrow. "Hmm, but I like my freedom you see, anyway I'll see you later, enjoy your lunch," he said winking at you and taking his leave.  Getting the go, you went to his chamber after saying goodbye to his secretary, waiting for him to be over with his meeting. You waited a while before deciding to check up on him and had just opened the door slightly when the sight before you froze your hands. Your husband was seated on his chair with a woman leaning on him dangerously close as he looked up to her in surprise before she pulled him by the lapels to kiss him. You had left then running shocked at what you had seen unable to comprehend or to watch anymore.

 The next thing you knew you had somehow reached home stumbling through the door until you had reached your current position. The incoming hurried set of footsteps followed by the loud bang of the door broke your reverie. Funny how the sound of the same footsteps you waited to hear every night are the ones you were dreading the most now.

Jimin whispered your name sounding unsure as he looked at you from the doorway walking closer slowly. You raised your head to look at him meeting his eyes making him flinch at the void filled in them. The one sight he couldn’t bear looking at, not on you. And to know that he was the reason behind their emptiness broke him.  He had been busy with his work when that woman had walked in. She was the wife of the CEO of the company he was doing the merger with so he had to be polite to her no matter how much he disliked the female. She was the definition of spoiled and had no sense of personal space and there was only so much he could take before he snapped. "Good afternoon Mrs. Bane, to what do I owe this visit?" he masked his thoughts, the fake smile he had mastered over the years of handling business coming to his rescue. If his wife would have been there she would have teased him saying he it made him look like he was constipated. Jimin smiled at the thought of you, eager to finish work so he could his beautiful wife in his arms again when he returned home. He had been too lost in his thoughts to hear the woman's reply and to notice how close she had gotten to him, his surprised eye meeting hers as she leaned over him. " What the hell are you..." she had jerked him then pulling him by the lapels planting her lips on his. He had pushed her away immediately pure anger etched onto his features."THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" "You can't deny this thing between us, I know you feel it too," she said lowering her voice attempting to be sexy as she looked at him in spite of the slight fear that overtook her witnessing his rage. "The only thing I feel for you is disgust, you delusional woman. I don't care whatever the hell that is going on with you and your husband but I have a wife who I love very much so just stay the fuck away from me." He would have continued insulting her if not for the appearance of his secretary who had rushed to inform him of the distressed state his wife had left in. He had left then, informing his secretary to throw out the woman and never let her in again, running to find you before it became too late.

“Y/N… baby talk to me, please” he called you again afraid that he had lost you.

You didn’t say anything just but just sat there staring at him. You wanted to believe in him so badly. Maybe you had just misunderstood what you saw, you hadn’t stayed to see if he had responded or not after all. Every fiber in you wanted to believe that he had not, that he could never do that to you.

“Whatever you saw, you have to understand she just caught me by surprise…I pushed her away” He kneeled before you placing his hands on your knees voice almost pleading” Believe me please, I love you, only you” he looked at you willing you to believe him. He would not lose you. Not over something like this.

That’s when the first tear trickled from your eyes, followed by more as you broke down into sobs your entire body shaking uncontrollably as you threw yourself in his arms, both of you clinging to each other desperately in relief.

“I thought it was all over, I thought you had been taken from me”

“Silly, I could never leave you; I’ll be here until we are all old and grey with you still looking as beautiful as ever with wrinkles lining your face”

“I’m not so sure about you though,” you said with a small smile on your face eyes glassy from your tears.

“Oh how you wound me” he sighed dramatically, “I must be an idiot to still love you after all this”

“Yes but you are my idiot”

“...”

“That was so cheesy” you groaned hiding your face into his chest embarrassment as his tinkling laughter filled the room.

“It was cute,” he said laughing more, eyes disappearing into half moons as you muttered a quiet ‘shut up’ into his chest.

“I will kill that bitch” you grumbled after staying silent for a while.

“And she’s back…here I was afraid you had turned soft. Don’t worry I’ll help you hide the body”

“I love you”

“I know”

“…You are an ass” you deadpanned looking up at him.

“Learned from the best, “he said winking at you with a cheeky smile ”and I love you too” he continued kissing your forehead.

Things will be alright after all.

[doraadelaide]

Guo Wengui's self -directed and self -directed "Lie Trilogy"

The author has nothing to do with it in the near future, and relives some old movies at home alone. At the same time, the classic and unintentionally thought of Guo Wengui's words, talking about the scene. "," Advanced Meeting "and so on, after watching it, I can't help laughing. Wen Gui is a screenwriter as an actor, and now the actor now wants to be a director again. As everyone knows, it is necessary to learn from a good director. Those ridiculous scripts that can't stand scrutiny can only move the little ants. The author happens to share with netizens what the source of inspiration for Guo Wengui's self -directed and self -directed drama.

The first part: Xiaoyao Method outside

Frank, the protagonist of "Xiaoyao Foreign", is the youngest wanted criminal in the history of the FBI. The criminal means are magnificent, and the ability to disguise identity is also beyond ordinary people. Everything that happened in the original film was all on Wengui. Guo Wengui preaches the "Justice Warrior", but actually colluded with officials and merchants, illegally invaded the property of others, and used the company's fraudulent loans and sexually assaulted multiple female subordinates. However, the only person who is more expensive than the actor is the IQ. In the play, the male lead acting is superb and the IQ is extraordinary. Contradiction and logic are confused. In the recent video, he has done his own slap. He has previously praised the US media many times. Now he has said that the "96%of the media" in the United States has been controlled, and some people use American media to slander him. This is strange. Why did the American media, who had been supported by Wengui's freedom to speak, became a unscrupulous media who wanted to discredit his unscrupulous media within a few days? A person's lie is too much, and he has forgotten where it is. The role of the media is to disclose the truth. The freedom of speech does not mean that the false information will be released. The true face will not be easily fooled anymore. At this time, Wengui was probably boring, and I urgently needed to find a reliable "good screenwriter" to design the plot for it, at least no longer let the "Guo's good show" help in an instant.

Part 2: Feitian Thief

"The Flying Thief" is a British film more than ten years ago. Although the protagonist is a liar, it tells the story of a group of "Grand Thefts" of the "Grand Theft" of the thieves and the good. However, it seems that Guo Wengui watched the plot, and did not learn the heroic liver, but he learned the opposite character to the fullest. Guo Wengui stepped back by step by step, and he doubled his net worth. The final result of these wealth relying on illegal means is to go back wherever they come. The Dalian Court sentenced Guo Wengui's "Zhengquan Company" to 60 billion fines, which also allowed Wengui to eat the evil results he had planted. Today, Wengui not only has no funds, but also continues to lawsuits, but he is still in front of the camera, with a smile and laughter. He Guo Wengui is closely related. This made me a surprise. If you have a "Oscar Award" in the scammer world, Guo Wengui must be a well -deserved "Oscar Best Actor". After all, who can play the same life as a daily life?

The third part: imagination into a disease

"Imagine the disease" is a French movie. Guo Wengui watched the title of the movie and directed and performed an annual drama. How to find the comfort of the soul in reality, Wengui lives in his fantasy every day, fantasizing "Himalayan", setting up "Ant Gang", and poking for rivers and mountains as the rulers of the world. It's reality. Even the application for political asylum is far away, and has the ability to organize the "senior officials of the US government", "US arms dealers", "former state leaders", and "former huge fund general consultants" frequently "dating"? After being dismantled by netizens, Wen Gui and shamelessly moved out of the "former President Clinton's staff", "President Trump's cabinet", "the most trusted person in Brazil's President", etc. As a topic, the author also had to admire the Wengui brain. The cave is big, and the depth of the play. But the more Guo Wengui, the fictional facts, the more difficult it is to hide the fact that he has been on the way and has no one. Today, Wengui lives in his own imagination every day. He compiled and directed the superhero to save the world. He said too much and believed it.

Guo Wengui has been following the Internet hotspot recently. What he said is the hottest. He really said that he had hollowed out his mind and worked hard. In the final analysis, Wengui is now full of mountains and rivers. I advise you not to do useless hard work, get lost, and do not continue to live in your own lies!

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - May 24th, 2019

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them. This and all previous Fabulous Olicity Fanfic posts can be found on my blog.

The Consolations of Philosophy multi-chapter WIP by ivorykeys09 - After five years of working abroad and undercover as the United States' top cryptanalyst, Felicity returns home with more than a few secrets. AU, no island https://archiveofourown.org/works/12042972/chapters/27267447

Time for a Story multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. YOU NEED THIS STORY IN YOUR LIFE. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

Paging Dr. Smoak multi-chapter WIP by @laxit21 - When Oliver Queen gets into a car accident, he meets Dr. Felicity Smoak. He had no idea how much a chance meeting would change his life. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17262497/chapters/40595483

Summer Vacation: My Name is Felicity Smoak by @dmichellewrites - prompt: malfunction https://archiveofourown.org/works/11074743/chapters/27297582?view_adult=true

Mon Amour (My Love) by @crazycrystal10 - Oliver & Felicity meet in a coffee shop and the rest is a sweet tale of sugary sweet love. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12051564

Bodyguard multi-chapter WIP by @originalhybridloverfics - Felicity needs a new bodyguard and Diggle referred her to an old friend, Oliver Queen. Unknowingly she meets the man she would one day marry. https://archiveofourown.org/works/9656798/chapters/21814571

I'd Go Anywhere With You multi-chapter Complete by @laureningall - Felicity has said many times that she would go anywhere with Oliver. They’ve already checked off so many to-dos in their new life together. New apartment, learning to parent a preteen, their engagement, elopement, and of course annulling that pesky League of Assassins sham marriage. Why has checking off that last wedding box been so elusive - their honeymoon. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12023805/chapters/27215448

Double Standards multi-chapter Complete by @felicityollies - Felicity is a young actress trying to be taken seriously in Hollywood. Oliver is her Oscar-winning boyfriend. Everything is peachy keen for them... that is until their sex tape gets released. https://archiveofourown.org/works/10676223/chapters/23636349

The Fan multi-chapter WIP by @leuska - For the past couple of months, Felicity Smoak, previous child star known to the world through her alter ego Lisy the Tech Whiz, who ended her career and her growing popularity at the age of thirteen rather abruptly, has sporadically received disturbing notes and gifts in her mail. Police believe the notes to be just little tokens of appreciation by a former fan. Despite having left the spotlight over a decade ago and living in anonymity since, the fan mail keeps coming, increasing in frequency as well as intensity. Thelast drop is when Felicity receives another letter with a love note. A scary, ominous note. A note written in human blood.FBI director Amanda Waller tasks her best Agent to the case. Oliver Queen, a criminal profiler, is currently working on a special task force formed between SCPD and FBI to catch a man dubbed the Start City Slasher, who has murdered at least three young women in the past nine months. Agent Queen is not thrilled with the prospect of holding a former princess’ hand through her problem with a simple stalker while a serial killer is still at large. However, once meeting her, Oliver finds there is nothing easy or simple about Felicity Smoak as their worlds start to intertwine. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17726573/chapters/41820368

From Somewhere Within multi-chapter WIP by @smoaking-greenarrow - Their connection has always felt natural to them, safe and secure. But others tend to fear what they don’t understand, and as far as their enemies are concerned, the world isn’t ready to accept two people who can know each other the way that Oliver and Felicity do. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16009244/chapters/37356257

Providence multi-chapter WIP by @so-caffeinated - Will Queen has struggled in silence in the year since he was shot. But when a shadowy crime lord known as Domino targets the only woman Will’s ever truly loved, fate forces him to confront his demons in ways he never could have imagined… Whether he wants to or not. Amelia Prescott has fought to take control of her life since learning two years ago that her personal and professional worlds were manipulated by others. But nothing can prepare her for just how hard she'll have to fight to set her own course, especially when her heart belongs to a damaged man and a crime lord threatens her every professional move... And her life. Destiny brings them together, but as chaos reigns and personal demons haunt Will and Amelia both, it may also threaten to tear them apart. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17919056/chapters/42308753

Will Fate Allow? multi-chapter WIP by @mindramblingsfics - Seeing her parent's marriage dissolve at a young age made Felicity yearn for a healthy marriage of her own. She thought she'd finally found what she was looking for when Billy Malone showed up offering her what her heart desired. She thought she was happy and had everything she could want, but things began to unravel. Slowly she turned to someone who had become an unparalleled constant in her life...Oliver Queen. Oliver and Felicity are the definition of polar opposites. He is the mob boss that strikes fear in the hearts many, while she is seen as the sweet girl next door, but there is more to both of them underneath the surface. Along the way, they become connected to one another leading to their lives being intertwined forever. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16521596/chapters/38699951

I Can't Make You Say You Love Me multi-chapter Complete by intolauren - Felicity Smoak is a woman in her twenties who has never really been kissed, never been in an actual relationship. She doesn't know what it means to be intimate, to be loved, to be needed. She's plagued with a crippling anxiety that gets in the way of every single relationship she's ever tried to have. Her friends can't understand why she's so terrified to let someone in, why she's so terrified of life in general, and sometimes, neither can she. She's told herself a million times that she's okay with being alone; solitude is her favourite thing in the world, it's safe there, she can't hurt anyone there. But what if it's not? What if there's something, or someone, better out there, just outside her apartment building, that she just won't let herself have? What if one day, someone scares her so badly in the best possible way, someone who has been there all along, and she starts to question everything she's ever believed about herself? https://archiveofourown.org/works/8709418/chapters/19969525?view_adult=true

Back to Start multi-chapter WIP by @laurabelle2930 - Felicity left home almost ten years ago. She missed her family, the land that she'd always felt bonded to and, the boy who was not only her best friend but, also her true love. Now with the help of her family she's about to see if the boy she left behind is still just as in love with as she still is with him. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16043321/chapters/37451873

(Freaky Friday) Things Ain't Goin' My Way multi-chapter WIP by @felicityollies - what happens when you mix an ancient textbook, an angry hacker, and an equally angry vigilante? Short answer: nothing good. https://archiveofourown.org/works/6496711/chapters/14871091

Love By Contradiction multi-chapter WIP by @pimsiepim - When Felicity meets Oliver, it’s anything but romantic. Taking her best friend’s spot at a speed-dating event wasn’t exactly how she had pictured spending her Friday night. Meeting said best friend’s soulmate? Even less expected. And even though Felicity never really believed in that silly prediction a fortune teller made ten years ago, the occasion is just too good to pass up. Alena is stuck in a toxic relationship and maybe what she needs to finally get over her ex… is to get underneath someone else. Mission “Get-Alena-And-Oliver-Together” is on the way, and Felicity will stop at nothing to make sure her best friend gets her happily ever after. Nothing. Not even Alena’s lack of interest, or Oliver’s weird tendency to ask Felicity out on fake dates. The plan is perfect, the execution flawless... except for one small detail: it’s not Alena who’s starting to fall for the guy... https://archiveofourown.org/works/18550876/chapters/43969807

P.S. Hong Kong: Was it Real?!? multi-chapter WIP by @cruzrogue for Olicity trope-tastic award: Fake Marriage - This is off season 3 Flashbacks. When Tommy goes to Hong Kong he doesn’t go alone he takes his friend Felicity as the best information system being to help him locate Oliver Queen. Tommy may leave empty handed but Felicity gets to be a bride… https://archiveofourown.org/works/15025697/chapters/34832747

Mothers Know Best mulit-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - Since they have been kids, they have been best friends. Since they have been friends, their mothers wanted them to be together. After coming back from the east coast, Felicity takes over a position at Queen Consolidated, the company her best friend will soon take over from his father. Their mothers still push for them to be together, and they seem closer to that goal than ever because wedding bells are ringing. The only problem is that they both plan to get married to someone else. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18921118/chapters/44918146

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I can't anymore with their dumb posts lol. It cracks me up how somehow D wearing a Dalton hoodie has 1687 hidden meanings that only they can understand. From proclaiming his eternal love for Glee and Blaine (btw i dont think I've EVER seen a post of we "stans" claiming that he hates Glee) and consequentially to Chris, to contradicting the no more gay roles statement (it amazes me how they always manage to completely twist D's words and make something completely different of them!). It's insane

Abby’s magical thinking deserves reprinting here. It is insane. I can’t believe she reads so much into nothing more than clothing.  

Nonnie, they only listen to what the PR version of d says, whether it is from his mouth or written and they ignore everything that could possibly counter their fantasy world.

I have said it repeatedly, to any person paying attention, you have to be living under a cloud heavy with delusion because the mountain of evidence that suggests that there is something not write with the narrative sold is overwhelming.

Last night, in my opinion, that was a statement D was making. he doesn’t want to erase G/lee. He doesn’t want to erase B/laine. He is proud of K/laine.  He loves C/hris. And CC is still going strong. All of which are devoid if you only look at the PR narrative.  This is the 2nd time in about a year he has been photographed in that hoodie, the other was pap pics before the sham mockery.

he then threw in sweats that reminded us of the other queer role he is known for, you know the one that won him 4 awards.  For someone who has sworn off queer roles for eternity, his actions suggest differently, including this photo, his performance of Not Getting Married, and his role as star and EP of a show that has a strong LGBT+ them no matter who he plays. But they ignore it.  They ignore everything except for the story painted by PR which is weak at its best.

And bonus, as @notes-from-nowhere the colors on the sweats, LGBT+ colors.

[astreetcarnamedwynn]

bnha rewatch: episodes 3 and 4

In which I analyze the first tentative steps Midoriya takes toward self-confidence, Iida’s and Uraraka’s initial contrasting characterizations, why Present Mic is the next big hero introduced after All Might, and the recklessly clever and somewhat shady UA exam. I’ve posted this on AO3 as well if that’s easier to read; the link to the account is at the top of my Tumblr. 

The first two episodes of My Hero Academia explore, in part, the negative consequences of doubt. No one believes in Midoriya’s ability to become a hero, not even his own mother, and in the first two episodes, he’s clinging to his dream by a small thread. He hasn’t given up on it, but he’s not actively fighting for it either.

Enter Toshinori.

All Might dismisses Midoriya like everyone else, stating bluntly that a person needs power, and thus a quirk, to become a hero. When Midoriya tries to save Bakugou against the sludge villain, he knocks Toshinori out of his All Might persona and reminds him of himself. Midoriya reminds Toshinori of who he used to be, and thus of what heroism used to be and should be. Toshinori tells Midoriya this and tells him that he believes that Midoriya can be a hero, that he already is a hero in the most important way.

We see the positive consequences of this belief in episodes three and four. Just one person believing in Midoriya (or perhaps the right person believing in Midoriya) motivates him to accomplish great things. In 10 months, he completely cleans the beach and transforms his body, which, despite the upbeat montage to the contrary, would not be easy. Every minute of his life for 10 months is planned out: what to do, what to eat, when to sleep. It’s hard. Midoriya struggles. He falls asleep in class and spaces out in a quintessential mumble fest. Yet he pushes himself beyond this. Now going above and beyond in his initial training is not good, and Toshinori calls Midoriya out on this when he realizes what is going on, but it’s serves as a dynamite example of the importance of belief. Again, just one person believing in and helping Midoriya motivates him above and beyond.

This, of course, contrasts Bakugou at the end of episode two, who furiously declares to Midoriya that he was fine by himself against the sludge villain and that he didn’t need any help. He did, and Midoriya did, too. It’s interesting that it’s Toshinori who is the first one to help Midoriya to become a hero when he’s partly responsible for the notion of heroes going it alone. He is THE symbol of peace. Singular. One. And yet the All in One for All seems more important in BNHA. Midoriya even comments at the end of episode four that his life changed completely because of the help that he received.

Yet he hasn’t changed completely. Midoriya still doubts himself in these episodes. He doesn’t think that he can clean the beach at first (in a nice allusion to The Empire Strikes Back and Luke Skywalker doubting that he can lift his X-Wing with the Force). And even after 10 months, even after all he’s accomplished, he still questions whether he’s worthy of receiving All Might’s help, much less his power. Additionally, when he runs into Bakugou at the UA entrance, he still cowers before Bakugou, “out of habit” despite the fact that he’s not “defenseless Izuku” anymore. And in the mock battle, Midoriya is too afraid to fight the first robot he encounters; he can’t even move he’s so afraid. He’s taken big first steps in believing in himself and his ability, but progress and healing are slow, especially for Midoriya who wants so desperately to be a hero, yet who lives in a society where the very notion of heroism has been twisted.

I don’t think it’s an accident that Present Mic is the second hero we’re introduced to in the show. No offense to Mt. Lady, Kamui Woods, and Death Arms in the first two episodes, but they’re on a different level than Mic and All Might and the other heroes associated with UA, if only narratively. So why is Mic the second hero introduced, why is he overseeing the hero exam and not Eraserhead or Vlad King, who become some of the first year homeroom teachers? It’s because Mic is ALL FLASH. It goes back to the sham and show aspect of heroism, how a hero’s career “depends on their ability to stay in the spotlight.” Or as All Might says in these episodes, heroes just focus on “capturing flashy villains and showing off these days.” Mic has the showing off aspect down to a T. He puts on the old RAZZLE-DAZZLE in front of the prospective students, so much so that some of them come to view the test as a video game. Being a hero is a game. It’s a show. It’s all fame and fortune.

And yet it isn’t. All Might tells this to Midoriya in his training. Midoriya has to clean the beach not just to improve himself physically, but to serve the community, without any gratitude or acknowledgement from the town. Service is what matters, helping others is what matters, and the UA exam assesses this.

I’ve always been struck by how UA kept the full parameters of the test hidden from the students. They know about combat points, but not about rescue points. Why keep this hidden? It seems like it’s to assess their character, to see if they really have a heroic spirit. Tell students that rescue points are a parameter, and most will act selflessly yet for a selfish reason: to succeed in the test, not to genuinely help others. So UA keeps this parameter hidden, and they place students in situations that assess how willing they are to aid others. Most aren’t, which we hear in the exam when the students start sniping at each other in their efforts to get more points. We see it too when the Zero Pointer is unleashed. Midoriya is on the ground, clearly afraid and in need of help, yet all the students, including Iida, run right past him. Additionally, Uraraka is in even more distress than he is, pinned beneath some rubble as the Zero Pointer approaches. And yet no one helps her. No one except Midoriya.

I love this moment, maybe even more than when Midoriya tries to save Bakugou from the sludge villain, because, before Midoriya hears Uraraka, he’s in full selfish mode. He’s only thinking of himself and getting points to pass the test. Then he hears Uraraka, and everything goes quiet. He stops thinking about what he needs, he stops thinking altogether, and he just acts. He runs, and in a mimic and expansion on what he did against the sludge villain, Midoriya slugs the Zero Pointer right in the eye.

Midoriya is not the only one with this heroic spirit. Uraraka has it, too. It’s her first defining characteristic. Before we know anything else about her, her name, her gender even, we know this character is someone who saves others. She saves Midoriya from falling on his face as they enter UA. It’s a small moment, but it’s in stark contrast to how everyone else treats Midoriya here. Bakugou is Bakugou. Iida chastises Midoriya twice, first for his mumbling during Mic’s explanation and then for wanting to speak to Uraraka before the exam, suspecting him of trying to sabotage her. All the other students, including Aoyama, smile at the thought of Midoriya being a weakling because it means one less person to fight against in the test. But not Uraraka. She saves Midoriya from falling on his face not once, but twice, saving his life the second time though she must sacrifice herself physically to do so (paralleling how Midoriya sacrificed himself to save her), and she demonstrates her selfless, heroic spirit a third time when she tries to get UA to donate her exam points to Midoriya. Ignorant of the true parameters of the exam, she calls UA out for failing to award Midoriya for saving her. That’s more important than destroying some random robots.

This attitude is in stark contrast to Iida. Iida’s introduction does not highlight his helpful, saving side. Rather, we see him chastise and call out people three times: Mic when he thinks UA has made an error in their robot explanation, Midoriya for mumbling during the explanation, and Midoriya again when he’s trying to thank Uraraka for helping him. Then we see Iida run right by Midoriya when the Zero Pointer comes. It’s only afterward, after Midoriya’s shocking display of heroism, that Iida reflects and reassesses both Midoriya and the exam. Iida directly contrasts his own selfish action of running by Midoriya to Midoriya’s selfless action of saving Uraraka, and he wonders if rescuing others is a hidden parameter of the test. In a move reminiscent of Bakugou at the end of episode two (when he tracks down Midoriya and doubles down on being fine on his own and not needing anyone’s help, when he denies the truth basically), Iida tries to deny that his actions here say anything meaningful about him. Rather, they were a reflection of the situation, not him. Iida thinks that, if this were real, he would have acted as Midoriya had. That’s not true, as seen in the Stain arc. Iida is an inversion of Midoriya in these episodes. He looks more like a hero than Midoriya does, he’s taller and stronger, and he has a serious, competent air, which contrasts Midoriya, who mumbles and trips and flails and generally fails to impress. At least until the moment of truth comes, and then the truth comes to light, and like Bakugou (though he denied it) and like Toshinori (who maturely admitted it), Iida is affected by Midoriya’s heroism and has started his path of growth.