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sixpennydame · 1 year ago

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Make. Believe. ❖ Act 1

Actor!Levi x Fem!Reader

It’s your first sex scene as a leading actress, and it’s with none other than Levi Ackerman. But you both can stay professional….right?

Warnings / Content: NSFW, Minors do not interact, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal sex

A/N: I've been working on this one shot since April and it's finally here! There will be a Part 2, written from Levi's pov, available now!

Act 2 | Act 3

“Oi, you ok? Ready to do this?”

Levi stands naked before you. It’s nothing new - you’ve seen his nude body several times already while shooting this film. But today is the day that you shoot the main sex scene with him - the first you’ve ever done as a professional actress.

And despite all the preparations you’ve done, you’re nervous as hell about it.

You take a deep breath. “Yeah…I’m ready.”

The Camera Assistant raises the slate, “Scene 24, Take 1…” *Clap*

“Action!”

When your agent told you about the role you knew you were perfect for it. An ingénue role: innocent, pure, but headstrong, and when you finished the audition, you knew you’d gotten it.

The movie is set in the 1920’s and tells the story about a woman who had been married off to an older, powerful man who owns a large estate. She has an affair with the quiet, mysterious groundskeeper. It’s all about class, duty, and desire.

You knew the role would require several sex scenes, and quite risqué ones at that. But that didn’t bother you. You’d been nude on stage while in acting school and you took your craft seriously.

What made you nervous was that you would be doing the sex scenes with Levi Ackerman.

You’d had a crush on him since your teenage years, when you saw him in the Attack on Titan series. You, and every other girl that saw him in that show. Ten years later, he was still one of the most sought-after actors in film and television. He excelled in dramatic roles and was a skilled physical actor, even doing most of his own stunts. In interviews, he was always cool and quiet, letting the other actors take the spotlight. He also kept his private life particularly private, and this gave him an air of mystery.

You weren’t sure what to expect when you met him for the first time with the rest of the cast at the first script table reading.

“Mr. Ackerman, I’ll be playing the part of Anna. It’s an absolute honor to be working with you.”

His grey eyes give you a once over, then he shakes your hand. “Please, call me Levi. I hear this is your first leading role.”

Just shaking his hand, you’re already blushing. How will you react when you actually have to touch him romantically?

You shake those thoughts out of your mind right now. “Y-yes, it is. I’d appreciate any advice you can give me.”

“This director is pretty strict about sticking to the script. I’ve worked with him before. But with love scenes, he’s going to give us a lot of freedom to kind of just do what we want.”

Oh god. He’s already bringing up the sex scenes. And he calls them love scenes. You feel your face getting even hotter.

He notices. “I’m guessing you’ve never done a love scene before.”

“I uh..” you were going to try to think of something witty to say, but it feels difficult to talk suddenly, “I haven’t, actually.”

He smiles. “It’s normal to feel nervous. The most important thing is for you to trust me, and for us to respect each other.”

The room is filling with more cast and crew as the table reading is about to start. Levi gestures for the both of you to have a seat. “Why don’t we start by getting to know each other after the table reading? When we’re not shooting we can get together and help each other with lines and maybe eat together during breaks. That way, I won’t feel like such a stranger.”

“That would be so nice. Yes, let’s do that,” you reply, feeling better and more comfortable with him already. He just seems so…normal. Not at all the broody, rude character he’s made out to be in the tabloids.

After that, you spent most of your free time with Levi. You’d hang out with each other in your trailers, working on memorizing lines or just talking. The director insisted on shooting most of the movie on location and not in a studio, so you were all left to basically live in a small town in the countryside. Levi would invite you out with other cast and crew friends. He was friendly - much friendlier than you’d imagined him to be - but you noticed that the larger the crowd got, the quieter he became. You much more enjoyed the time when it was just the two of you.

Leading up to your sex scenes, you and Levi were required to meet with an intimacy coach. She was pleased to hear that you and Levi were already getting to know each other, since trust is key. The three of you talked over the scene and the movements required.

“There will be moments where you two will have to be naked with each other, but when you two actually recreate sexual activity, you can use intimacy barriers and skin colored thongs and underwear,” the coach suggests. “Levi, I know you’ve done sex scenes totally nude in the past.”

That’s right..the independent film he was in a few years ago. There was a lot of controversy about the very explicit sex scene in that movie. So they were completely nude during that scene? Why do you feel jealous?

“Whatever Reader is comfortable with. I’ll follow her lead,” he says, matter-of-factly.

The coach looks at you. “And you’re comfortable being nude with Levi?”

You’re trying so hard not to blush and look professional, as if this conversation isn’t giving you butterflies in your stomach. You feel Levi’s grey eyes on you. “Yes, it’s not a problem.”

Later that afternoon, your words were put to the test. You were to shoot a scene where your character catches Levi washing outside his cottage. It’s a short scene but you’re nervous. When you arrive on set, Levi is already in a robe waiting.

The scene is set, and Levi takes off his robe. His body is even better in real life. He’s toned, and he has a perfect six pack with a deep v shape on either side. A black trail of hair leads down to his..

No, you shouldn’t look, it’s unprofessional. But you want to so badly.

“Reader, go to your mark,” the Director’s Assistant says.

“Y-yes, of course.” You take your place by the wall that surrounds his character’s cottage. When the director yells action you walk along the wall until you get to the entrance, but before you enter his garden, you see him washing at a basin near the home. You’re supposed to look for just a moment, then turn back against the wall and blush at seeing him.

But when you peek around the corner, you can’t help but let your eyes linger for just longer than you’re supposed to. He’s washing himself, the water flowing over his beautifully toned body. His hair is wet and he pushes it back.

“Cut!” the director commands. “Reader, you were staring too long. Remember, she’s shocked at what she sees and quickly turns away, but she’s also titillated.”

You blush and look over to Levi, who you hope is far enough away that he can’t hear what the director is saying. “Got it. Sorry about that.” You take your mark and do it again.

The next day, you had to shoot some other scenes and didn’t see Levi all day. Although the day’s shoot went without a hitch, you couldn’t help but think about that perfect body of his and how you would soon be touching and kissing it.

You arrived at your trailer earlier than usual the next day. There were a few cast and crew members ambling about, but it was otherwise quiet. You knock on the door of Levi’s trailer.

“Come in,” he answers. When you enter, Levi is casually sitting, drinking his tea and reading through today’s scenes. “I thought we could discuss how we wanted to block today’s physical scenes. It’s no nudity, but since it’s their first time,I think there are some particular movements they want us to include.”

It’s strange, talking to Levi about, “me grabbing your breast,” or, “when I enter you for the first time,” as if these are the most normal conversations to have in the world. But even hearing him say these words in his deadpan way of speaking is making the blood rush to your cheeks. After a lengthy discussion, you scribble some notes in your script for later, then make your way to your trailer to get into costume.

The scene is set in a hunting cabin far from the main estate. As your character has just left a dinner party, you’re wearing a beautiful wine colored gown that everyone remarks on. Everyone except Levi. He sits in his chair and seems to be in some kind of ultra-focused state. You’d never noticed before, but maybe that’s how he gets into character.

Or maybe he’s nervous too.

Your heart is pounding when the director says action. “Please don’t go,” you say, as you grab Levi’s arm.

You’d blocked out the scene with Levi this morning, but you suddenly have an urge to deviate slightly from the plan, not because you want to, but because you now feel like that’s what your character would do at this moment.

You hold his hand and begin to kiss his palm and wrist, then you place it on your cheek. It’s so innocent, but full of yearning. Levi’s body goes tense, but then he unexpectedly moves his thumb to your lips and you open your mouth. You begin to suck on his thumb, then his pointer finger, looking at him seductively when he finally pulls it out. He lets out a sigh and then he’s kissing you passionately; you pull down his suspenders while he lifts up the gossamer layers of your dress. Your mouths crash together as he undoes his pants. He tastes like spearmint, and you wonder if he did that on purpose. He moves away from the kiss and pulls off your underwear, and then he’s on top of you and between your legs.

Although his bare ass is showing, the camera angle doesn’t necessitate him completely against your crotch. But he pushes slowly as if he is entering you for the first time and after a few thrusts, he starts getting faster.

Your character is going through a lot of emotions at this point: desire, guilt, pleasure. You look away and your cheeks begin to flush as Levi continues to move, a certain kind of desperation in every thrust. You both begin to breathe heavily, your hands in his hair and his head in the crook of your neck. One final thrust, and there’s only silence, until..

“Cut!” the director cries out. “Good work, you two. Now, let’s do that again, with some closeup shots.

“You okay?” Levi asks as he gets off of you and grabs a rag to wipe off his sweat.

You straighten your dress and a makeup assistant comes over to touch-up your makeup. “Yeah..I’m fine.”

“They way you approached me, with the kisses on the palm and taking my fingers - that was a nice change.” He looks at you as he returns to his mark. “You have good instincts.”

“Thanks.” You laugh to yourself, because the compliment makes you blush more than when he was rutting against you.

The cinematographer changes cameras and gets closer. “Alright, let’s do that again..”

——

The next day, you meet with the intimacy coordinator to choreograph the next sex scene scheduled for the end of the week. In the midst of taking notes and discussing with Levi the motivations for each movement, you become quiet, your thoughts drifting elsewhere. Because for the last few days, you’ve had trouble differentiating your feelings for Levi and your character’s feelings for his character. The line seems to be blurring between them, and that concerns you.

In between scenes, you truly enjoy spending time with Levi. He’s smart and funny. He nerds out about tea and kung fu movies, and you’ve spent many an evening just listening to him go into more detail about the two than you ever thought possible. He gives you ideas when you struggle with character notes, and even helps you to memorize lines. At night, in the privacy of your hotel room, you’ve fantasized about what it might feel like to be desired by him, to hear him say your name as he touches your body.

Then you hear your name being called by the coordinator and you snap out of it. “Is that ok with you? Being completely nude for the scene?” she asks.

“No..no..I’d like for both of us to be covered,” you answer. It’s better this way, you think to yourself. It keeps it professional.

Levi shrugs. “Fine by me.”

You both walk back to the hotel at the end of the day, but Levi stops you before you enter the building.

“Hey, you ok today? You seem distracted.”

“I’m fine. I guess I’m just nervous about tomorrow.”

“I get it. But we’ve put a lot of work into this. And I’d like to think we trust each other at this point.” He puts his hand on your shoulder. “You’ve got this.”

Just like that, you feel more at ease. He just has such a way with you. “You’re right, we’ve done well so far. And I do trust you, Levi.”

——

When you arrive at your trailer the next morning, there’s a to-go cup on your table.

To calm your body and mind. —Levi

Your makeup artist smiles as you read the note. “Levi just brought that by. You sure have a great leading man.”

You smile. “Yeah, I sure do.”

The scene takes place in the forest in the afternoon. Your character has snuck away from her home to meet him, far away from spying eyes. The Director has decided to film the scene in sections instead of one long scene, at least for now.

The marker board is clicked and you and Levi walk hand-in-hand among the trees. He pulls you into a small clearing, then grabs the back of your neck as he starts kissing you fully. You pull away and look him in the eyes.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Your character is a lady of high society; it’s scandalous for someone of her stature to say such a thing, but here she is, with this man that is ‘below’ her, and she wants nothing else than for him to ravage her.

You can totally relate to your character, in that regard.

He moves closer to you and begins to fondle your breasts, then he grabs the front of your white cotton blouse and tears it off of you, revealing your bare chest.

He lays his chore jacket on the ground. “Undo my trousers,” he commands, and you do so. You then lie down on the jacket beneath you while he pulls down his trousers and takes off his henley shirt. When he takes off his trousers, you look away.

“No - don’t look away. Look at me,” he says with authority. He crouches over you and easily pulls off your skirt.

“Cut! Let’s get them ready for closeup shots.” The Director and his team set up for the next shots as you and Levi sit awkwardly on the ground. You can’t move too much because you don't want to spoil the continuity of the scene, so you freeze as your hair and makeup team tousle your hair and touch up your makeup.

Both of you have your groins covered but other than that, you are completely naked, except you’re still wearing your stockings and boots. The Director tells Levi to get on top of you and he does so.

“Ready to do this?” He whispers.

“Yes, I’m ready,” you answer.

“Scene 24, Take 1..”

*Clap*

Levi is immediately kissing your lips, then moving down to your neck and collarbone. He looks back up at you and begins to thrust, each one hard and deliberate. You begin to move your hips to meet his thrusts and he breathes heavily into the skin of your neck. Even without actually having sex, the friction enough is turning you on; that, and Levi’s kisses on your body.

Then you feel it. A hardening bulge rubbing up against your clit. You look into his eyes and see a brief flash of recognition, but neither of you break character.

He pulls you up and your legs are wrapped around him. He continues to thrust into you but it’s slower now, your bodies working together as you grind. His hard cock is rubbing your clit just right, and you feel like you could come from just this feeling alone. You’ve forgotten about the hoards of people watching both of you right now and you’re completely in the moment, letting him pull you even closer to him.

“Levi..” you whisper in his ear. It slips from your mouth before you know it; there aren’t any lines scripted for this scene, and you’re hoping it wasn’t loud enough for the boom mic to pick up. It earns a look from Levi and then he smirks - you’re not sure if that was in character either.

Your hands grasp at his hair and he starts slowing down. You look up at the sky thinking about the pleasure you - and your character - just felt. Then your lips graze against each other as your breathing becomes more calm.

“And cut! Great work you two I loved how that flowed. Let’s take a 15 minute break. I’ll look through the footage and decide if we need to re-shoot anything.”

Just like that, the moment is gone. The Director and others begin to move equipment and Levi’s assistant brings him a robe. He has it on and around him before you can barely get off of him.

“Good work,” he says curtly as he walks off. Your assistant takes a little longer to get to you, so you’re sitting there, naked, trying to figure out just exactly what happened between the two of you.

Levi keeps his distance during the break and as he listens to the director’s notes. You have to re-shoot a few closeup shots, and although the energy is still there, something is different. You can feel it.

——

Levi doesn’t come out with you and the crew for dinner that night, and he doesn’t reply to your text messages. You’re worried - did you do something to offend him? Was it because you moaned his name during the scene?

That has to be it. It probably made him feel awkward. Maybe he thinks you’re unprofessional. It makes your palms cold and clammy just thinking about disappointing him, you can’t bear it.

But you can’t deny that he was turned on during the scene. You felt him against you. You couldn’t have imagined that.

You walk back to your hotel room lethargically. You think about texting him again, this time apologizing for your behavior, but before you can, there’s a knock on your door.

“Levi?”

“Hey.” He shifts one leg to the other, and he rubs the back of his neck. “Can we talk?”

“Of course,” you open the door wider for him to enter, “come in.”

He enters, his body language clearly restless and troubled. “What’s up?” you question.

“About today’s shoot….I’ve been doing this a long time, and I’m always professional. I respect you as an actress.”

He paces the room and has a difficult time looking at you. You assume he’s going to reprimand you for your behavior today, so you prepare yourself. “I know you do, Levi. And I respect you.”

He finally stops in front of you. “But me getting turned on today…I don’t want you to think less of me. It’s just that you’re-“ he runs his hand through his dark hair.

Butterflies begin to form in your stomach. You’ve never seen Levi this flummoxed before. He takes a deep breath and it seems to give him focus as he moves closer to you.

“You’ve done something to me. When I had you in my arms today, I couldn’t help myself. Then when you said my name like that…”

He looks into your eyes. “I’ve kissed you countless times during this filming. But right now, I want to kiss you as myself.”

Your heart does backflips and your throat is suddenly dry. “So kiss me,” you invite, moving even closer to him.

It takes him a moment, almost as if he is checking if it’s truly ok. Then with a deep breath, he grabs the back of your neck and crashes his lips into yours. Even though you’ve kissed him many times, this time it’s different. There’s an electricity to it, an honesty, as if he’s laying bare his entire self to you.

His hand moves from your hip bone to under your shirt, his soft touch sending shivers down your spine. It doesn’t take long for his other hand to make it under your shirt as well, and soon he’s pulling it over your head and off of you.

You also start letting your hands roam, first down his back and then under his t-shirt. You grab the hem and pull it off of him, but before you can do more he’s working on unclasping your bra.

“I want you so badly.” His voice is low and raspy as he lays you on the bed.

You’ve started peeling off your leggings but he takes them and pulls them off roughly, desperately. “There are condoms in the drawer of the bedside table.” He gives you a look. “You know..just in case.” He smiles, then reaches over to the drawer. As he does so, you pull off your underwear and start touching yourself. You rub your clit in circles, watching him as he stands over you.

There’s a giant bulge in his grey sweatpants and you can see the lust in his eyes. “God, you’re beautiful.” He throws the condom packet down and dives in between your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to have you like this? To take this beautiful pussy as mine?” He starts licking at your folds and you swear you’ve entered heaven. He starts flicking his tongue over your clit, alternating between fast and slow. Your back arches and your hands reach down to grip his hair.

“Yes, yes, right there….fuck…” You can’t believe this is happening. Levi is here, he wants you, and he’s eating your pussy in a way that no man ever has.

Just when you feel you could climax, he stops. He reaches down next to the bed and picks up the condom package, sticking it in his mouth as he takes off his sweatpants and underwear.

You’d seen him naked on set, but his cock had been flaccid at the time; now that he’s hard, it’s even more impressive. As he puts on the condom, you lick your lips, preparing yourself to truly - finally - have him inside you.

He can see the desire in your eyes. “Look at you - so eager for my cock are you?”

“Yes, Levi, I want it so badly. I’ve always wanted you.” You open your legs a little wider, inviting him to go between them.

He moves in and looks down on you as he touches his cock. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this. I don’t know how I’ve kept myself in check for this long.”

You smile. “So you’ve been thinking about me?”

“Of course I have. How could I not?” He positions himself above you and rubs his cock on your entrance, covering it with your juices. “When I’m not on set with you, you’re all I think about.”

Before this night, Levi had always had a quiet, awkward confidence to him, as if there were a multitude of thoughts happening just below the surface; but now, he was assertive and cocky, telling you his thoughts and desires without any restraint. You loved seeing this new side of him.

He enters you slowly and you both take a deep breath, then he begins to move faster as he sees a smile form across your face.

“You feel so good…fuck…”

Your words encourage him to pick up the pace, the sounds of his hips slamming into you reverberate throughout the room. “Shit, you’re so wet, I can’t get enough of you.” He moves down to kiss you passionately, then he starts to kiss and suck on your neck.

“Be careful..I have to shoot a scene tomorrow,” you warn, halfheartedly.

“Makeup can cover it up,” he growls in your ear and then continues.

He feels so good, you can’t resist anything this man does to you, so you give into him completely as his cock rams into you and his mouth claims you.

The evening is a flurry of moans and grunts, him having his way with you on the bed, against the wall, in the shower - it was as if you were both discovering pleasure for the first time. Real pleasure - not performative.

As the sun begins to rise, you both lay exhausted and satisfied in the bed, the sheets in a tangled mess around you.

“This won’t change how we work together, will it?” you ask with a worried look on your face.

“Why would it? If anything, it’ll make our chemistry on screen more believable.” He kisses the top of your head. “And this will make the preparation for the other sex scenes much more interesting,” he says with a boyish grin.

You can’t argue with that. “I suppose life sometimes does imitate art.”

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paradiseismine · 2 months ago

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Instant Chemistry (part 1) - Finn Wolfhard x reader

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x actress!reader

Warnings: none yet, but of course, this fic will be packed with smut in its future chapters.

Summary: reader is an actress and her agent has a surprise for her - a hot scene in an indie film with one of her favorite actors, Finn Wolfhard.

Format: This is NOT a one shot like the ones I usually post, it’ll likely be a 4 part story (maybe longer).

Love note from Nina: I had a dream about Finnie recently and decided to write it down into a fic. Hope you like it 🫰🏻

Everyone in the industry plays an archetype: that was a given. Some actresses were the goody two shoes, some were femme fatales, some were girls next door. And as crazy as that might sound, you were growing into a femme fatale. That meant that showing some skin and partaking in more sensual roles was bound to happen - and it’s not like it bothered you.

Leo, your agent, had gotten you pretty far for a 22 year old with your background: you had gone from model, to extra in some bigger productions, to main star in a few indie films. You had started acting classes a couple years ago, and was trying really hard to become an actual actress, and make a living solely out of your acting.

One day, you made Leo a huge favor by preventing his future husband of figuring out Leo’s proposal before it actually happened, as it was meant to be a surprise. “I owe you one” he had texted you later that evening, “and I’ll make it count when I pay you back”.

Several weeks had gone by and a project you were once dying to get your hands on was finally going strong. You had gotten home after a long week of shooting your new indie film - a complex and delicate story about a young marginalized prostitute whose dream was to have a romantic relationship and live a normal life. It had some intense sex scenes, but lots of dramatic charge that would surely put your name on the spotlight. With your body exhausted but with your heart smiling, you fell asleep in your new apartment in L.A.

“Morning, rising star” you woke up to Leo texting you, your phone buzzing with his messages. “Remember that one I owe you? Just paid it”.

“lol what did you do?” you responded, the tips of your fingers rushing through the keyboard on your phone screen, curious. Leo was always full of surprises, and you loved that about him.

“You’d told me your fav tv show was stranger things, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Well, I think I just got one of the ST kids to be with you on a spicy scene next week hehehe” he texted, and your mouth went completely agape. “You’re welcome in advance, darling” he added, his jokingly cocky tone nearly audible.

“omg who????”

And… he didn’t text you back.

Your head was cooking for the entire weekend, trying to figure out which ST actor Leo had convinced to partake in the movie. He had said “ST KIDS”, so it was one of the core four, for sure. You crossed them out in your head after some extensive online research: Noah Schnapp is gay, so he probably wouldn’t be comfortable with such intense sex scenes with a woman… Ok, he’s not it. Gaten Matarazzo is probably busy with some Broadway play, he always is. Not him as well.

Finn Wolfhard is always juggling twenty different gigs at the same time. You wanted him the most, but it was very unlikely he’d take the role. So, Caleb McLaughlin was your best chance. He was surely a darling to work with, you’d heard, so you were still excited to meet him, of course.

As you entered the set on Monday morning, your mind was hung up on the idea that Caleb was your special guest. You’d rehearsed in your head how you’d introduce yourself to him, the things you’d say, everything.

Your brain turned into complete putty once you spotted FINN WOLFHARD sitting on a foldable chair, holding a stack of paper, eyes roaming through the script. Fuck. It was him.

You’d get to kiss him, to rub your body all over him. Not for a minute. Not for an hour. But for a whole day. Heck, maybe even two days. And you’d still get PAID for it. It seemed nearly illegal that a job would do that.

You approached him slowly, trying to gather words into your mouth to simply greet him. Soon, he raised his eyes from the script and spotted you.

- Hi - he smiled sweetly. - You must be y/n, right? I’m Finn, nice to meet you.

He shook your hand politely, and you tried your best to give him a firm handshake (Leo always says that a good handshake is important in a Hollywood career), preventing your fangirl reaction from shining through.

- Oh, hi - you smiled back at him, still trying to seem normal and unimpressed. - That’s me. Should we get to the chemistry read? I’m so excited for this project, you have no idea.

- Me too! I loved the script so much, this is just great - he flipped through the pages, his teeth showing through a cute shy smile.

- Quite a departure from fighting inter dimensional monsters, isn’t it? - you joked.

- Definitely - he laughed, standing up to follow you towards the chemistry reading table.

Once everyone was sat down and settled, the reading began. Finn would be one of your character’s clients, and was only supposed to be in a scene or two, in a cameo appearance type of thing. But at the end of the reading, that seemed likely to change.

The chemistry between the two of you was electric, the director had said. The whole crew was amazed at how naturally you seemed attracted to each other just through your words, how easily the scenes would develop. From a small role, Finn was now asked to play your character’s main love interest.

He called his agent on the spot and pushed back a few band gigs on his schedule and said yes to being half naked with you for a few more days. I mean, the project itself was an indie film, so it wasn’t even good money. His main reason to take the part must’ve been you.

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ceridescent · 2 years ago

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leviathan of light: martini shot

➛ actress!wanda maximoff x female!reader

summary: wrapping up the film shooting on a heart's day wouldn’t be your ideal course of action if you have plans with your loved ones. and so is a bullet vibrator in you when you're the star of the show. but as long as it's inconspicuous, it's no problem.

tags: bottom!wanda, top!reader, use of sex toy, semi-public, mommy kink, cunninglingus, hair pulling, & brief thigh riding.

word count: 2, 218

author’s note: here it goes!! first part of the series! i hope it's not hot enough you'd burn. :-)

part i of lush ministrations | series masterlist | main masterlist

the paintings adorning the vaulted ceiling, proof of faith and wars, encapsulating the sacrosanct space. the divinity of the cosmic beings, the galvanic echo of every worshiper who ever knelt before the cross, a prayer for every miracle.

the whole crew of leviathan of light have gathered for the final shooting, excited spirits witnesses of the flamboyant setting, and none other than the two main stars — two goddesses molded into human forms, brazening each other accompanied by swords belted at their hips, prepared to swing with one mistake — fulfilling their roles as the camera rolls.

you know a mistake occurs when the director scratches the front of his neck, a blush forming there.

“do you really want me? or is this your way of getting back at my brother..?”

“CUT!”

no one notices the curl of your lip when the director yells the magic word, each and everyone filling the cathedral fixated over the two actors who are now having a small talk — one who provides encouragement, whilst the other spurting genuine apologies. “maximoff! what was that all about…”

“i’m so sorry, william. too much going in my head at-right now. can i take a 10? 15?”

you intently listen to the hollywood star who simultaneously stammers and sighs, bringing her best doe-eyed face; the one that brings her everywhere. you try your best to mask a smirk.

“of course, wanda.” an exchange of an understanding nod with a squeezed shoulder and you’re gritting your teeth, unable to take your sight off wanda’s exhale. pressing the circled button, you hear her faint yelp at the crawling pressure in her, each passing second sending her to hell. no one is supposed to touch her like that.

wanda shuts her eyes tight whilst biting her lower lip, crouching as she grips her sides, causing the clingy man to help her stand, putting his hold around her hips to support her, touching her in places only you could.

an uneasy groan erupts from your throat as you approach both co-workers, veiling your fume with a faux smile. “you okay?” placing your hands above where the director’s are, you tighten your grip around wanda’s waist to pull her over to your side. there’s nothing subtle with how you pushed his body away from her to stray, finalizing the interaction with, “i got her, thanks, william.”

“do you want to rest for a moment?”

miss hollywood nods her head, “yes but, maybe in the dressing room instead? i need-“

“say less, wanda. i’ll take care of you,” mumbling the last part is essential, shielding the exchange to the public eye. you escort wanda into the designated room, your arm possessively clutching her waist as she makes an effort to walk as normally as she does, declining the possible speculation that it’s like there’s something in between her thighs.

“please baby!” wanda maximoff moans the moment you lock the door, pushing you against the nearest wall and latching her lips onto yours. she opens your mouth wide with her fingers, snatching them open, aiming to suck at your upper lip and catching your tongue with hers.

it is rushing and sloppy, wanda pulling everything out of you because she needs you, because you’re the only one who could offer it to her. you’re smug about that, the provocation of wanda’s desperation to have you. with muffling moans and ragged breathing, you wrap your arms around wanda’s neck caressing the back of her hair as she grabs your sides, pulling your body towards her to grind on.

a wanton whine escapes her throat, nipping at your lower lip, “please,” shock overwhelming her she bites your lip hard it bleeds. she licks it clean, and then swirls her tongue with yours, tasting the copper-metal of your blood. “plea-mmm!” a vibrating hum replaces wanda’s begging, her body quaking at the stimulation, falling over you. her grip tightens as another pulls at your hair. “let mommy come, baby-“

“hush, stay quiet. come here,” you prod sharply as you guide her face with your free hand and lock her lips with yours, an encompassing tender kiss. you allow wanda to hump her clothed pussy against your thigh, the firm grip on your sides never ending. a squeak escapes her when you flip places, pinning her against the wall.

the actress shakes her head and pulls her face towards yours to capture the taste of your swelling lips but you are quick to pull away. you chuckle, “easy tiger,” pushing her shoulder blades to rest against the brick wall. wanda nods her head in defeat, “please, princess…” batting her doe-eyes. you chuckle, shaking your head. “that’s not gonna work with me.”

you breath hotly against her left cheek, “we have to be quick,” licking a stripe of her slender neck as you descend down towards the floor. “yes, baby. please me. please mommy,” wanda whimpers and tilts her head upwards, unbelievably enjoying how you handle her. she shivers as the shift of your hands deals with the buckle of the belt, undoing the zipper of her sponsored leather pants, the constricting clothes liberating her.

you let out a teasing noise, “hmmm,” rubbing your thumb on her clitoris, grinning up at her as it sloshes. “you hear that?” you husk and lick your lips, imitating her desperate nods, batting your eyes innocently. “yeah?”

the actress clamps her teeth to her lower lip to suppress a loud moan threatening to spill your dirty little secret as you insert two fingers in her occupied pussy hole to release the bullet wedged in her ever since 7 in the morning. it’s half past 3 in the afternoon now, and there’s nothing more sensual than a domineering woman having all the patience in the world.

you gasp, fake surprise coating your vicious, addicting face. “look what you were hiding in there, mommy!”

certainly drenched with wanda’s hot cum.

your frolic concludes as the hollywood star pushes your face against her pussy, your reflexes kicking in to lick her clean with your tongue.

“yes!” wanda hisses, grinding herself over to you. forcing her hips to plant themselves against the brick wall, “impatient twat,” you mumble, the vibration reminding the hollywood actress who’s barely keeping it together — hand against her mouth — of the toy nestled inside her warmth on set the whole time. you pocket the toy, bringing both of your hands to focus holding her thighs in place.

you refuse to tease wanda any longer, aware of her sensitive body caused by your amusement. watching the renowned wonder actress (derived from wonder woman) struggle reciting the most basic lines, and then enacting them in awe-striking emotions whilst you play with the remote control’s buttons, purposely pressing the highest setting when she was to do something elaborate. thus why miss hollywood deserves her awaiting release before the whole crew comes knocking down the dressing room.

“all the things i want to do to you…” she heaves as she alternates between caresses on your crown and pulling at your mane. you could only hum, lapping at her juices, drinking her in for your own pleasure. wanda’s hot cum drips straight through your welcoming mouth, the scent of butter and almond filling your nostrils.

flicking the tip of your tongue against the actress’ sensitive nub, you press your thumbs on her fleshy inner thigh, digging your nails into it to form red crescent marks. wanda’s legs quiver at the pain, a loud moan echoing inside the dressing room.

“mommy can’t take it anymore, prin-!” a high-pitched keen comes out and no matter how still she makes herself to be you know she can’t prolong it any longer. “do it for me then.”

being stared at by someone above you — beneath you — is a privilege so thrilling you’d be nailed at the cross for it. notably by the most gorgeous actress of the nation, wanda maximoff desperate to rut into your mouth. a moan can’t be helped, the brief cherished moment of having the biggest star — revered by many, applauded by the entirety of the land — her sweet and tangy, her slick and leaking cum.

your scalp burns from wanda’s fingernails scraping you as you fulfill your duty of satiating her, the warmth of her pussy slipping off your lips. you protest with a cry, latching your mouth back in her pussy, throbbing she is, sucking her clitoris getting to the pulse, quicker and quicker coming undone.

“mommy, mmm”

“come on, come on princess,” wanda encourages you, sucking her hard and wanton, the thought of her coming in your mouth is so intense the need becomes primal. “fuck, mommy, fuckkk,” your muffled curses sends wanda over the edge—

she’s riding your face now, your head bobbing up and down at the movement, every sip and slurp messing your face. incoherent promises and assurances coaxes out of her awful, dirty mouth, coming apart onto you.

wanda maximoff, professional as she is, typically an expert in keeping herself hushed in public spaces, especially on set in the middle of the day, howls blatantly like a wolf; hitting her head against the brick wall when she lolled it back, the clutch on your head so airtight you had to pull away from her pussy and bite her thigh. “what the fuck!”

you keep your hands holding her legs because sooner or later she’ll collapse, and you don’t want to be trapped under her.

“we’re never doing this again.”

a breathless chuckle flows out of you, catching your breath as you laid on the floor on your back. you glance across the actress and find her ass sitting on the floor with her back slumped against the naughty brick wall, her pants untucked.

“agreed,” you start now that you’re recovering your breath. “i would’ve teased you more if this wasn’t a quickie.” you stand up with your supporting palms, copying wanda’s position although without the wall.

“you’re dead when i get you home,” she barks, giving you the eye. you tilt your head and give her an eye smile, amused at her habits.

so you do what you know best.

you get on all fours, crawling onto the space in between her spread legs. you get close enough to feel the hitch of her stuttering breath, “i’m not coming into your humble abode then,” biting your lip as you stare at her blown out green obs, down to her lipstick-smudged lips, and back again at her siren eyes.

giggling as you get on your feet by wanda’s desperation to capture your lips again, “how long it’s been?” you leave her hanging, pacing around the dressing room until you find your half-empty apple juice box. you take a long sip, replenishing your system, lounging on the leather chair’s arm closest to the star. “seven.”

“good,” wanda lolls her neck to the side, momentarily closing her eyes. “then i have eight minutes left to ‘take a break’ before i get back on set, empty-handed.”

“that’s funny,” sarcastically, you reply, “i thought it was your pussy that was full.”

“y/n…don’t get started,” she warns, exhaustion and titillation coating her sweet face.

you huff and surrender, putting your arms in the air for great measure, “okay, alright, i’ll stop,” hopping off the leather chair and going over to the vanity mirror. “then we should get you touched up so they wouldn’t notice-“

“y/n?” wanda coughs, the sounds of shifting movement indicate she’s fixing her costume.

“yeah, wanda?” you pick the bobbi brown full coverage face brush and look at her from the far end of the dressing room.

“do you have a date tonight?”

“what,” you chuckle, “you asking me out?”

“o-of course not, cocksure. i was just curious,” her voice drifts and for a moment there’s silence, until wanda rises up from the floor.

“well i’m-“

“never mind i asked. could you send that blue-haired girl here? i have to ask her about the method she uses when she does her foundation trick…”

“let’s get you a touch up first, yeah? there’s no rush.”

“i- of course, just that the time-“

“don’t worry about it, miss hollywood,” you reassure with a tease, squeezing her stiff shoulders as she sits down in front of the vanity mirror. “you’re so flushed, they’d think you’ve ran a marathon,” you chuckle, dabbing the brush onto the finishing powder.

wanda grins, her lust-filled gaze focused on you. “it’s scientifically proven that you burn as many calories when you go to the gym.”

“you dork,” you shake your head, reapplying makeup to return to her fresh, doll-like appearance. “it’s alright,” she whispers, “i’ll just tell them i’ve done 100 push-ups.”

“vouch for me?”

a thick pause allows you to stare at wanda’s still green eyes, her pupils far from dwindling any time soon. it was always like that, anyway. you don’t miss the slight tilt of her head, a signal for her curiosity.

you grin, subtly sultry, mostly taunting. “of course, miss maximoff. you were doing a hundred push ups, while i watched sipping my apple juice, fantasizing on slurping you up instead.”

she slaps your shoulder playfully, “you’re coming home with me! whether you like it or not!”

you wonder whether she’s playing or not by the smile on her face. after sex glow has never looked good on her.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff series #marvel smut #wanda x reader #bottom!wanda

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azzibuckets · 7 months ago

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For the Love of the Game [Pazzi | Part 5/10]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: paige and azzi get the cameras rolling

a/n: i’ve gotten so many requests for this part so i hope it lives up to y’all’s expectations 😶😶 it’s more of a filler chapter but the next one is going to be so unhinged i can’t wait

word count: 1.6k

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“Paige, if you’re gonna sit and watch, come sit and watch on the bench!” Geno yelled out, threatening to pull Paige from the scrimmage.

The blonde set her jaw, putting her head down as she sprinted to get back on defense. Today was not her day. She could feel Azzi’s eyes on her as she moved around the court. They’d hadn’t gotten the chance to talk since their kiss yesterday, and Paige wasn’t sure if she even wanted to.

Finally, Geno clapped his hands and called for a water break. Paige walked slowly to the bleachers, gasping for air. Rummaging through her backpack, she searched for her water bottle. Realizing she’d left it at home, she cursed, kicking the ground.

“Here.” Azzi materialized from behind her, her blue Hydroflask in her outstretched hand.

Paige looked at her cautiously.

“I didn’t poison it,” Azzi muttered under her breath. “Drink it, babe.”

Paige gratefully accepted the water bottle, taking a long swig before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“What’s up with you?” Azzi studied her face. “You’re playing like shit.”

“I’m distracted.”

Azzi wrinkled her nose. “By what?”

Wordlessly, the blonde let her gaze fall to Azzi’s lips, immediately causing her to blush. Paige handed back the water bottle, biting back a smile at how easily ruffled Azzi was.

“Girls! No time for chit chat. Huddle up,” Geno called.

The girls joined the rest of the team as Geno went over what they needed to work on. After they broke, he asked Paige and Azzi to stay.

“My daughter came for practice today,” Geno informed them, nodding to a short, brunette girl who was talking to Nika with a notepad and pen in her hand. “Can you guys get started on her project?”

The girls agreed, and Geno sent them off.

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“I was thinking we could start with some candid shots. We can move onto the actual interviews later once we set the atmosphere of the film,” Leo, Geno’s daughter, explained.

Once Paige and Azzi nodded in assent, she smiled gratefully and turned around to start setting up her cameras.

“So, Azzi, I heard you’re a monster at the 3 point line,” Leo called from over her shoulder.

Azzi shrugged. “You could say that,” she responded nonchantly, earning a roll of the eyes from Paige.

“Geno said your shooting mechanics are almost textbook.” Leo grabbed a ball from the floor and tossed it to her. “So let’s get a shot of you helping Paige with her form.”

Paige’s mouth dropped open and her eyebrows shot up. She stuttered for a few seconds before she managed to find her words. “Are you serious? I was the national player of the year last season. I don’t need no lesson on shooting,” she protested vehemently.

“I don’t know, your wrist snap has been looking a little weak recently,” Azzi teased, clearly pleased at her newfound duty of coaching the blonde.

Leo laughed, amused. “Listen, I’m not saying anything about your skill. It’s just some fluff for the film. You know, you two being cute.” She put the strap of the camera around her neck and waved her camera. “Let’s roll.”

Leo positioned Paige at the 3 point line, then motioned for Azzi to come join them. “Just be as normal as possible,” the brunette instructed. “Pretend the camera isn’t there. Flirt, talk, touch however you guys normally would. Let’s give the audience something to see, alright?”

Azzi bit her lip. Her heart was beating in her ears, but she forced herself to stay calm. She couldn’t have Leo reporting back to Geno that the two girls who were supposedly dating refused to even touch each other. So she slid her arm around Paige’s shoulder to rest a hand on her elbow.

“Lights, camera, action!” Leo yelled, motioning for them to begin.

“Alright, P, you’re gonna be learning from the best. You ready?” Azzi joked. Thankfully her voice came out lighthearted and relaxed, the opposite of the internal tension she was feeling.

“Show me how it’s done, coach.” Like always, the blonde was all smooth and easy-going.

Azzi dropped a hand to Paige’s waist, gently adjusting her hip positioning. To be fair, Paige already had almost perfect form, but she had to do something for the cameras. With her other hand, she guided Paige’s wrist. The blonde’s back was pressed up entirely against her front, and she suddenly found it hard to breathe. It’s because Paige is basically compressing my damn lungs, she thought. Not because every point of contact between our bodies feels electric.

“Just…like…that,” Azzi breathed, and when Paige released the ball, it fell with a perfect swish through the net.

Azzi wrapped her arms around Paige’s waist, pulling her closer in. “Good job, baby,” she murmured into Paige’s ear. She was surprised by how easy the words came out, and she thanked God for her newly acquired acting skills.

Paige seemed surprise at her confidence too, and she stilled for a second before remembering their roles. She turned around and hung her arms around Azzi’s neck, putting their foreheads together. “It’s easy when I’m learning from the best.”

This time Azzi didn’t have to pretend to smirk. She was never going to let Paige live that down.

“Alright, cut!” Leo yelled. She didn’t even look up, reviewing the footage on her camera with a pleased smile on her face. “That was awesome! You both have such natural chemistry.”

Realizing they were still pressed up against each other, the two stepped back, looking at anywhere but each other.

As Leo set up the shot for the next scene, the dark haired girl poked a finger in Paige’s ribs. “The best, huh?” she snickered.

Paige grabbed her finger and squeezed it aggressively, causing her to yelp. “Shut up right now, Fudd.” She released her finger, and Azzi rubbed it with a frown, glaring at a now amused Paige.

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Day one of the shoot for Leo’s film was over, and Azzi slumped her shoulders in relief. It hadn’t been half bad, but she was tired after the long practice and just wanted to go home.

“Azzi Fudd! Where do you think you’re going?”

Azzi halted on her way out of the gym. Turning on her heel, she gave Geno a meek smile. “Home?”

“Your hair’s dry.”

Azzi looked at him with confusion. Geno crossed his arms. “Were you tuning me out during our talk today? Ice baths after practice every other day from now on.”

“Oh,” Azzi started speed walking back towards the recovery room. “I was listening, coach. I just forgot.”

“Uh huh.” Geno grunted, shaking his head as he watched Azzi hurry back.

As soon as she reached the recovery room, she saw Paige smirking at her, already in the ice bath. “You fucker,” Azzi growled, stripping off her clothes. She wanted to get over with the ice bath as soon as possible and go home. “You let me leave with Geno there.”

Paige shrugged. “I can’t save you from Geno every time, Fudd.”

Azzi exhaled sharply as her skin met the freezing water. She closed her eyes as she slowly submerged herself, trying to take deep breaths to prevent herself from hyperventilating. “I hate ice baths,” she said shakily.

“Really? I love them. I had the best bonding moments with my high school team during our ice bath sessions,” Paige recalled fondly, not seeming to be fazed at all from the frigid temperatures.

“What school did you go to?” Azzi asked, deciding now might as well be a time to get to know Paige better. Anything to strengthen their facades.

“Hopkins. I’m from Minnesota.”

Azzi nodded silently, not knowing how to respond.

“What ‘bout you?”

“St John’s. I’m from the DMV.”

Paige raised her eyebrows. “A private school?”

“Yep. Had it all laid out for me. Didn’t even have to try,” the younger girl intoned sarcastically, swishing her hand through the water.

Paige scrunched her nose. “Why do you do that?”

Azzi’s eyes snapped up. “What do you mean?”

Paige absent-mindedly rubbed an ice cube through her palms. “Put yourself down like that.”

The younger girl wrapped her arms around her knees, trying to preserve her body heat. “I don’t know. You went to public school. I was assuming you’d say something about how going to private school set me up for success or something.”

“No.” Paige’s response was abrupt. “I wouldn’t say that. I know how hard you’ve worked. It wouldn’t be fair for me to attribute it to going to some dumb private school.”

A smile crept onto Azzi’s face. Her instinct was to start teasing Paige about how nice she was being, but she stopped herself, deciding that she didn’t want to ruin the moment. “Thanks, Bueckers.”

Paige nodded, still focused on the piece of ice that was now slowly melting. “You liking UConn so far?”

This was probably the longest time they’d ever had a normal conversation, Azzi thought to herself. And for some weird reason, she didn’t mind. “Yeah. The system here is great. Geno knows his shit.”

“Yeah.” Paige closed her eyes, tipping her head against the side of the tub. “He’s tough, but he’s amazing. You’re gonna learn a lot from him.”

Azzi nibbled her bottom lip. “Are we gonna talk about the kiss?” she suddenly blurted out, not being able to ignore the elephant in the room anymore.

Paige didn’t even move, continuing to breathe evenly though her nose. “No.”

Azzi tipped her head against the tub too, shutting her eyes. “Alright.”

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi #uconnwbb #wcbb #wbb #enemies to lovers

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pippin-katz · 1 year ago

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Okay I noticed something during the Red Room scene after watching RWRB for the "who knows how many"-th time.

When they hit the wall, Alex puts his right hand on it:

But then they cut and it’s not there anymore:

Now, I’m not pointing this out as an "oh look an editing error" or anything because that’s something that happens in pretty much every movie ever made. Somebody’s hand or leg is in one position, they cut to another angle, and it’s in a slightly different position. It’s what happens when you’re editing together several different takes of the same scene.

Hell, quick and fun tangent, feel free to skip ahead to where the text changes back to the normal color, but there’s a sequence in Clue, the movie, where Wadsworth, the butler, is retelling the events of the evening in very specific detail and reenacting it. This is a fantastic example of a moment where a very attentive viewer can see into the behind the scenes, and remember that when filming movies, they always do multiple takes of a scene, even if nothing went wrong; there’s only very unique circumstances where they film a scene and the entirety of the very first take is used.

Earlier, Mrs. Peacock freaks out because they think there might have been poison in the drink, and Mr. Green slaps her in the throat to stop her from screaming:

GIF from here.

After he hits her, he says this:

GIF from here.

When Wadsworth reenacts it later, he says the same line:

GIF from here.

Notice that he’s accurately in character as Mr. Green, but he makes the gesture to push his “glasses” back up, which Mr. Green didn’t do. Tim Curry went through great lengths for this very long sequence to get all the little details right. The only reason he would do that would be if he did push his glasses up, but it was in a different take. That take wasn’t used in the final cut of film, but they had to have filmed a version of the scene where Mr. Green pushed his glasses back up, and Tim Curry copied it because he wouldn’t have been able to predict which version of the scene they would use, and that’s a specific detail he wouldn’t want to miss if they used that take.

In the easiest and perfect scenario, they pick the best take of each shot and splice them together, but sometimes they use multiple takes of one of the shots and use different pieces of them. Maybe the delivery of one line was better in one take, but another line was better in the other. If there's going to be a cut between those lines, they can cut out the line delivery they liked the best and splice into whatever take they're using the most of.

This is common knowledge, but I'm covering it just in case someone is completely unfamiliar with how films are made.

When the camera angle changes during a sequence, it doesn’t mean that they filmed up until that point, stopped and repositioned the cameras and the actors, and then continued. They set up a camera for one of the shots, they run through the scene start-to-finish, and once they have several good takes to choose from, they move the camera position to the next angle, and shoot the scene start-to-finish again. Sometimes they can knock out more than one angle at once if the cameras won’t get each other in the shot.

For example, scenes like Alex and Henry talking on the couch, in the cafe, on the phone on the bed, basically almost any scene where they’re looking directly at each other, has to be shot from at least two angles separately, at least if they want to show us both of their faces throughout the scene. If they filmed both of them at once, you would see the other camera in the background behind the actors.

In the case of the kissing in the Red Room, there's three cuts, until the end when Amy walks in. I'm talking specifically about from Alex grabbing him up to the shot right before Amy walks in.

So starting there, we have the first shot:

Then the first cut:

Then the second cut:

Then the third cut:

Then Amy walks in:

Now, cameras do move and/or zoom during most shots, even if it's a barely noticeable. For example, there is no cut while Alex crosses the room; the camera moves with him. It also rotates/pans a bit once they start backing towards the wall to keep that shot connected up until the first cut.

Based on the angle, the framing, and their positions, I'm pretty sure these two are from the same shot/camera position, possibly the same take, with the close-up spliced in:

Even if they aren't from the same take, I'm fairly sure, like I said before, that they ran through the scene start-to-finish with this camera blocking, and that these are both from that blocking, even if the second one seems slightly different. It's really hard to be 100% sure, but when I watch them side-by-side, their positions seem to line up. If you map out their starting point and ending point, and the gap of time where the close-up is, it feels like enough time and movement for them to get from A to B in one shot had the camera not cut.

But the camera does cut, which leads me back to here:

The camera angle alone is a big indicator that they cut together multiple takes. I can't be positive, but I'm pretty sure that they couldn't have filmed this angle at the same time as the main shot.

I think about these sorts of things while watching movies; it's something I can't turn off in my brain. I'm hyperaware of the cinematography. I notice it, and thoughts/questions just bounce around in the back of my head.

Like if I was watching this for the first time, excluding all the internal screaming that would've been occurring, I would have probably thought: "Oh hey, that was a big camera change! They probably filmed this separately!"

But it's so brief and subconscious that I would've had the thought without those words actually forming in my head, does that make sense? It's like there's a little version of me chilling in my brain with a clipboard that writes interesting things down while the rest of me is screaming. He's just chilling, taking notes, and I can feel when he writes something down, even if I can't process it in the moment. Does that make any sense?? Whatever, it doesn't actually matter lmfao

What I'm saying is, while the camera change suggests the use of multiple takes being edited together, Alex's hand on the wall 100% confirms it, since it's not in the same position when they cut between the angles.

Which FINALLY brings me to my POINT!

Everything I went over essentially just proves that this shot:

-is from it's own, separate take than the other shots.

And as I explained, they typically run a scene start-to-finish several times from each angle, which is why there's this variation. With choreography like this that's meant to be spontaneous and aggressive is impossible to perfectly recreate each time. It happens too fast, and their characters are so wrapped up in the moment that they're just grabbing and touching each other however they can, so there is going to be variation between the takes in what they do with their hands or exactly how they kiss.

WHICH MEANS

It is very possible that there's a version/take of this sequence of events from the other angle where Alex's hand is on the wall, and he is half pinning Henry against the wall for this interaction.

His hand is in the classic "hands on either side of their partner's head while kissing against a wall" position that basically traps them against the wall and the person they're with.

So there's possibly a version of this shot:

-with Alex's hand pinning Henry against the fucking wall, before he lifts him onto the table.

And I want to fucking see it.

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#why am i like this #i am probably overthinking this #but the thought occurred #and it has haunted me ever since #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #rwrb thoughts #alex claremont diaz #taylor zakhar perez #henry hanover stuart fox #nicholas galitzine #firstprince #history huh? bet we could make some

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medusas-musings · 1 year ago

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Coffee's for (Elevator) Closers

(A/N) First fanfic on Tumblr! If you have any requests for one shots, feel free to message me, I'll come out with a list of what I write for soon! Also Gif not mine 🖤

As I walk down the crowded and unforgiving streets of New York, I curse myself for not leaving 5 minutes earlier to get this coffee run in time for the shoot today. My shoes barely graze the street as I do my best to push through the crowd and reach the building we’re supposed to film in today. I stop in front of the skyscraper, and I double check the address before turning around to use my back to push through the doors and feel the weather change from the cold streets of Staten to the warmth of a heater. My lungs take a breather as I stop in front of the double elevators with a socially acceptable distance from the only other person also waiting for a lift. I find less anxiety clouding my mind now that there’s someone else most likely getting to set as late as I am. I take a glance to my side to notice that it’s one of the guys starring in today’s shoot. My knowledge on the show and who they were was very limited; If I never got a job as an assistant, I would’ve never even heard his name, nevermind seeing him in person. The doors shift to open and I see him look up from his phone, and gesture it forward in a motion applying the gentleman’s value of “ladies first”. I give a nod and a small smile in return and I assume that’ll be the most of our conversation as I enter the elevator and put my back as firmly as I can to the rail. Normally, I would be gripping both hands onto whatever I can stabilize myself in whatever way possible, trying to stifle the irrational fear in my head. The least I can say is that moving to a big city can certainly become exposure therapy for a fear of heights and elevators.

However, it turns out my worst fears would only become realized as I suddenly jolted forward, doing my best to recover my balance and spill the least amount of coffee possible. My pulse quickens as I can’t feel the inertia of moving up or down gives me, which only strengthens my fear worse. A curse escapes my lips, as I put the trays of drinks into a corner and go over to the panel, pressing any button I can. While I want to believe one of these will be the magic answer to getting out of this hellbox, but I was then gently set me aside to accept the fact we were stuck by the man I shared the space with. “Here, hon, I got this.” He murmured, then hit a button with a phone icon above it, one I thought I’d never have a use for it. Even in the state I was in, I didn’t let how attractive the simple gesture was. In a moment, another voice came through the speaker, and the shaggy-haired man explained the situation to them; it’s as if he wasn’t freaked out but I couldn’t help but feel my hands shake and my breathing quicken.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He said, making sure his tone was tender. I looked up, remembering his name–Well, nickname–Q. Seeing him on set, he seemed so much more intimidating to talk to, so unapproachable. Right now though, I could tell he was doing everything he could to keep the young woman in front of him from having a breakdown. “Don’t worry, I used to be a firefighter, you’re in good hands. Just breathe” His deep brown eyes pierced into mine, making me have to keep my gaze to my shoes half the time he was calming me down. I caught a glimpse of his chest raising and did my best to mimic the rhythm, my lungs filling with stale elevator air.

My heart can’t stop beating regardless of how much calmer I felt in the predicament we were in. What set in for me was the fact that this was the man I not only worked under, but I would catch glances at while I ran around him, like a small treat to my workday. I couldn’t deny that this was a guy I had a bit of a “workplace crush” on, but I didn’t think I would ever be so close to him, let alone being alone together. My brain finally registers a comprehensive thought in my daze of anxiety, and I turn around and kneel in front of the coffees, scanning the orders until I pull out a plain black I hand over to Q. “Here,” I say. “At least someone should be able to get their drink on time.” I continue, hoping to bring a little less tension to…well, everything.

He gives me a chuckle as he takes the cup from me, our hands grazing just barely. Even in that small moment, I could feel how small my hand felt next to his. “I appreciate the speedy delivery, Miss…”

I tell him my name, filling in the gap of his sentence. “I’m one of y’all’s assistants today. Shit, I’m gonna get chewed out for getting there so late.”

“You’ll be alright, Sweetheart, I won’t let ya get in any trouble.” Q reassures me. The comfort he’s supplying me as well as the slight display of power both send a shiver down my spine. “All I want you to worry about is keeping calm, alright?” His eyes keep mine in such a gentle glance. I can’t help myself when I feel the heat in my cheeks rise.

“Thanks.” There’s a pause in the air as I let out a small chuckle. “I really didn’t expect to talk to you more than just getting your lunch order later.” I grasp at anything I can grasp for a conversation. Hell, if I’m gonna be stuck in a closed place with my attractive boss, I’m gonna make the most of the opportunity.

Q took a swig of his coffee before a slight smirk crept onto his face. “Well, I guess it’s one way to meet the cute coworker.”

My brows furrowed and my mouth became agape, as if I was going to say something but nothing came out. After my brain finishes rebooting from the shock. “Is this a way to get my mind off being stuck in an elevator?” I ask, a slight smile occurring on my face. It doesn’t feel like a real thing that happened, as if this was some nightmare turned lucid dream.

“A little.” he shrugs, taking another drink of his coffee. “But it’s not a lie. I’ve seen you around, I’ve been meaning to find a way to introduce myself. But when I finally get a break, you’re usually busy so…” Q trails off as he keeps his eye contact. It was astonishing how honest he could be with me without a hint of fear. You couldn’t pry information like that out of me if you tried. “Well, guess the universe helped you out.” I brush my hair out of my face, trying to mimic his levels of confidence. “So tell me, if you ever did have a chance to talk to me, what was the game plan?” Q lets out a hearty chuckle. “You realize 90% of the show is excuses to talk to strangers? The actual excuse to approach you would be easy. Like the coffee.” Q pointed to the tray. “I could make up some bullshit about saying my coffee tasted wrong then go with you to replace it. Probably buy you something too as a thank you.” My eyebrows raise, an amused smile spreading on my face.

“Impressive, I can tell you're a professional.” I say. “If we’re being honest here, I also thought you’re kinda cute too. I just figured it wouldn’t be anything…” I trail off, searching for the right words. “… realistic?”

“If I’m being honest, I have caught you staring once or twice. It’s the only reason I would lay it on so heavy.” I looked down with a smile on my face, slightly embarrassed, but enjoying the teasing words.

Before I could reply, we could hear a commotion on the other side of the door; the technician was here to help, prying the doors open with a crowbar. As we get out, I take my coffee trays from the elevator. “Hey.” I turn around to see Q standing over me. “Let me help you with that.” He takes the second tray from my hands, allowing me to feel so much more stable. I thank him and we go up a flight of stairs together, making small talk as he holds each door open for me. We get to set, and we place the coffees onto the table. No one bothers to fuss about coffee being late since Q walked in with me, a shield for any higher ups to take their drink instead of nagging me.

Before I could walk away to check what else I have to do, Q gently grabs my shoulder to get my attention. He has his phone in his hand, pointed towards me on a ‘new contact’ page. “Hey, I’d love to get your number, maybe plan something that isn’t in a 5 by 5 square foot box.” Q’s eyes look nervous while his smirk tries to give off the impression he’s as cool as a cucumber. Biting my bottom lip to keep myself from smiling like an idiot, I take the phone from his hands. I put my number and name into his phone, but I can’t resist putting a green heart and an elevator emoji next to my name as a little inside joke. I give the phone back to him and he smiles at the name I used. “Thanks, I’ll see you around” Q concludes, waving to me with his phone in his hands before joining his co-stars.

I smile as I walk away, and I feel my phone buzz with a notification.

(New Number): Nice to meet you! And be your hero from that elevator encounter ;)

I quickly add the new number to my phone, knowing this isn’t a number I want to lose anytime soon. I may have to take the stairs for the rest of my life now, but at least I got to score a date with my hot boss.

#impractical jokers #brian quinn #brian quinn x reader #Brian Quinn x reader one shot #fluff #fanfiction #fanfic #Impractical Jokers fanfiction #Reader insert #Brian Quinn x you #Brian Quinn/you

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me-and-my-3lovers · 7 months ago

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A Helping Hand

Human! Jensen Ackles x Alpha! Male Reader Smut!

When a slip-up in a drinking game changes your life years later.

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

Background : Alphas, Betas, and Omegas are rare. Only about 10,000 of them are in the world, everyone else is a normal human. You have been on Supernatural since the beginning as Sam's twin brother, and now you’re on The Boys with Jensen too.

Word Count : 1.3k

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, drinking, foreplay, oral sex, male fingering, male-on-male sex, knotting, scenting, polyamory kind of. That should be it, let me know if I need to add more. This is my first fic!

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-- 2017 --

Filming is tiring and we finally hit a free weekend. No conventions, no shooting, and Jared, Jensen, and Misha decided to stay in Vancouver. We were in Jensen's apartment. Feeling nice and tingly when Jared suggested a drinking game, two truths, and a lie.

"So," Jared started, about 5 shots into our little drinking game "y/n, truth or dare?"

"That's not even the game we're playing!" Misha says, his third shot in his hand.

"Shhhhhhh." Jensen whispered, too far gone for discretion or grace, "Let it happen,"

Your head is pounding already, "Fine, I choose truth." You said, preparing yourself to take another shot.

"Out of the three of us here, who would you rather knot?" Jared asked, a smirk forming on his face.

You couldn't think straight. You realized too late that it'd have been better to just take the shot instead of answering. "Jensen, he smells the best."

Both Misha and Jared started wooing and cheering. Jensen took another sip of his beer while blushing.

"But why not me?" Jared asked, throwing you his puppy dog eyes.

"Because you're annoying," Misha answered before me.

"And you stink!" I added before taking another shot.

The entire night was a haze the next morning. Everyone was hungover and wanted to go back to bed. But Jensen remembered what you said about knotting him and he pondered what you meant by that for years.

-- 2023, The Boys season 2 set--

"You're close to your rut," Jensen says as he walks up behind you.

"How would you know, tracking it?" You asked sarcastically, grabbing a plate and a mini powdered doughnut.

"I talked to Misha, you've been irritable the whole day." Jensen follows suit and grabs a powdered doughnut.

"And why are you talking to Misha about my rut?" you asked between bites.

"Because he lives with you and because I know about your… arrangement." Jensen says as he takes his first bite.

"Cryptic. Now if you’re done here we have a fight scene to shoot." You dismiss the conversation, and walk away, leaving Jensen with his unfinished doughnut.

After filming for the day, Jensen comes up to you at your apartment.

"When I opened the door I thought you'd have more clothes on." You say as Jensen greeted you, only wearing his Soldier Boy robe.

"May I?" Jensen asks motioning to enter.

"Why not," You shrug, opening the door a little more to allow Jensen to walk in before closing it. Looking at him you wonder what he's here for.

"You need someone to help you with your rut. You’re too old to go through a rut yourself." Jensen says with the utmost sincerity. There it is.

"Old?! I'm four years younger than you! And what do you know about alphas and ruts? I've gone almost my whole life dealing with my rut myself," You cross your arms like a defiant five-year-old.

"I know that every time you’ve dealt with it alone you've come out the other end looking worse than shit." Jensen pinched the bridge of his nose, "I know it’s harder for you to deal with it yourself, so let me help you." Jensen grabbed your hand and squeezed it, "I talked to Danneel and Misha, they both agreed to let me help you. Don't be stubborn, please." Jensen kissed your knuckles and then stared into your eyes waiting for an answer.

"You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into." You caress his cheek with your other hand, "It's not a pleasant experience. I won't be me. I'm animalistic, borderline violent, during my rut…" You turn away, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"I'll be fine," As Jensen pulls you in for a hug, you take a deep inhale. He smells like firewood, vanilla, and sea water.

"Are you- did you- you couldn't have…" You press your bodies closer so you can smell it better, "You're wearing Omega perfume!"

"Since I came here." Jensen chuckles and starts petting your hair as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, "My little alpha,"

You back Jensen against the wall suddenly. "Careful Jen, you shouldn't say that unless you mean it." Your eyes were completely red, the rut hit you like a freight train after smelling the omega perfume. "It's dangerous."

"I like dangerous… Alpha."

You swiftly strip off Jensen's robe as well as your t-shirt before crashing your lips together. He tastes like mint and vanilla. Jensen quickly undoes your belt and pulls down your jeans before you flip him against the wall. You start kissing down Jensen's back painfully slow. Taking your time to kiss his shoulder blades, and his lats. God was he beautiful, and built like a brick shit house to boot. You made sure to run your tongue down his spine before reaching his magnificent ass. You took your time massaging each cheek before spreading them apart to get to your prize.

You licked his ass hole and he moaned like a wanton whore. It was primal and guttural like he'd been waiting for this. You let your hands squeeze his hips as you licked him again, and again, and again, until he started begging you to do more. You had the tip of your tongue pressed against his ass hole but not penetrating.

"Fuck me!" He sounded gruff and demanding.

You slowly pushed your tongue into his warm hole, circling as much area as you could. Jensen pushed his ass back into your face, wanting you to go deeper, explore more. Your tongue kept the same rhythm, in and out, in and out, getting him all nice and wet. When you pulled your tongue away, he started whimpering before you pushed a finger into him.

"God, want more, need more"

His hips started moving when you added a second finger. Spreading his ass open with both fingers, getting him prepped to take you. When you added a third finger his head rolled back and you felt his ass flutter around your fingers. He was ready.

You removed your fingers and got up from your knees. You flipped Jensen around so he was facing you. You grabbed the back of his thighs to lift him up and push his back against the concrete wall. Pinned between you and the wall, Jensen's ass was hovering over your dick.

"We can stop right now. We can forget this ever happened and go back to our normal lives." You whispered into his neck, still nuzzling where he put the perfume on.

"Alpha," That was all Jensen needed to say before you lowered him onto your dick. Jensen took a deep inhale once you were completely sheathed. "I never knew it would feel this good," Jensen panted. You growled and rested your forehead against his, giving both of you some time to adjust.

You kissed Jensen on the lips, then his cheek, then his neck, and then back up to his lips before you started thrusting. His ass felt like heaven and quenched the burning feeling in your body. Pulling out until only the tip was in before slowly thrusting back in. You kept that pace until Jensen wanted more.

"Faster, harder, I need more alpha!" God, that did something to you. You picked up the pace and you could feel your knot start to swell. Jensen was bouncing against the wall and you could feel his pre-cum leaking on your stomach. Both of your bodies burning hot and looking for release. "Right there, oh god, right there," Jensen moaned into your ear, and scratched down your back.

The pace was brutal and he was taking it beautifully. My Omega, my Omega, beautiful Omega, Omega, Omega, Omega. You bared your teeth against his neck.

"Alpha!" Jensen came and you could feel his cum against your chest. Jensen laid his head back against the wall, neck all exposed and sweaty as he was coming down from his high.

You barely refrained from claiming him as your knot popped and you came in him. Both of you coming down from your highs, you took him to your room and laid him onto your bed. Jensen closed his eyes as soon as his head hit the pillow. Both of you were exhausted and out of breath.

"Good night Jen," You kissed his forehead, "Thank you for this,"

" 's was amazing," Jensen grumbled back, cuddling into you, "love you."

"I love you too, now to to bed."

#jensen ackles #jensen x reader #jensen x y/n #jensen x alpha!reader #misha collins #jensen and misha #jensen and danneel #misha collins x reader #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles x male reader #jensen ackles x y/n

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adamwatchesmovies · 2 days ago

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Donnie Darko (2001)

Donnie Darko is a distinct blend of different tones. It’s tender and earnest but also terrifying and unsettling. It’s a cold dose of reality blended with warm memories. The odds were against this movie – director Richard Kelly’s career never took off, it didn’t make a lot of money at the box office and this story isn’t mainstream – so I’m thankful it’s found a cult following.

In early October 1988, Donald “Donnie” Darko (Jake Gyllenhaal) is a troubled teen who evades disaster when he sleepwalks outside of his home one night. Had he stayed in bed, he would’ve been flattened by the jet engine that fell out of the sky and into his bedroom. After the incident, Donnie begins to see visions of Frank (James Duval), a mysterious man in a rabbit costume, who informs him that the world will end on Halloween morning.

That weird outline is only the beginning and at first, it seems at odds with what follows. Writer/director Richard Kelly was born in 1975. The film is set in 1988, when he would’ve been around the same age as Donnie’s younger sister, Samantha (Daveigh Chase). There’s a nostalgic comfort to many of the film’s scenes. When Gretchen (Jena Malone) walks into Mrs. Pomeroy’s English class (Drew Barrymore plays the teacher), she’s told to sit next to the boy she thinks is the cutest. She chooses Donnie and a romance between them soon develops. It’s cute but there’s also this anti-nostalgic shot of vinegar to cut the sweetness. Gretchen’s mother moved them to this new town so they could escape her abusive and violent husband. The bullies at the school range from “normal” cruel teenagers to borderline psychopathic. Donnie and his older sister, Elizabeth (Maggie Gyllenhaal) get along, but a tragedy later in the film is sure to split them forever. The most vocal teacher at the school isn’t Mrs. Pomeroy or the sensitive physics teacher, Dr. Kenneth Monnitoff (Noah Wyles). It’s the gym teacher, Kitty Farmer (Beth Grant), a woman who's eager to ban books, not particularly bright, snub her nose at anyone who doesn’t perfectly match her standards and yet somehow manages to rally others behind her. There’s something almost comical about the way she idolizes this bullshit-spewing local motivational speaker (Jim Cunningham, perfectly portrayed as both sleazy and moronic by Patrick Swayze) but something prevents you from laughing. The sinister feelings that trickle in from time to time make her more dangerous than hilarious.

The thing that makes Donnie Darko almost feel like a horror movie – on top of the fact that the entire plot is leading towards Halloween – are Donnie’s creepy hallucinations. Even if he stayed silent, you’d label Frank as a doomsday prophet. The jet engine suddenly and inexplicably falling from the sky, the nasty people around town and Donnie’s paranoid schizophrenia make you wonder which three possible endings we're headed toward. Maybe it’ll be romantic, with Donnie and Gretchen finding a way to escape their ugly realities together. Maybe horrifying - a school shooting or prank gone horribly wrong would fit right in. Maybe it’s all just a backdrop to a bigger plot related to that inexplicable jet engine; something out of the Twilight Zone. Maybe it’ll be a combination. There’s no way to know for sure.

Several aspects of Donnie Darko make it memorable. The dialogue, for instance, is occasionally profound and in other scenes, filled with the kind of inane, brain-dead conversations that make you realize teenagers are nothing but children with raging hormones – even if you're a teenager yourself. The visuals of Donnie’s hallucinations are another. More than anything, however, it’s the strange plot and the performances. Jake Gyllenhaal is exceptional here. You like him. You’re also worried about what he’s going to do. Then, we get to the end. A more conventional film would tie up all of its threads neatly. Donnie Darko leaves many questions unanswered. You won’t care. It’s just an invitation to watch the film again to see what clues you missed, or perhaps to check out the director’s cut.

The last time I "saw" Donnie Darko was early one morning in the video rental store. I had to shut it off when I remembered how crass some of the dialogue can get. That was what? At least 15 years ago? I was surprised by how well I remembered the picture and also by the details that had slipped my mind. Though it is unusual and the ending may leave you saying "wha?", teens/young adults will eat it up. Older audiences will appreciate its unique qualities.(November 21, 2024)

#Donnie Darko #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Richard Kelly #Jake Gyllenhaal #Jena Malone #Drew Barrymore #Mary McDonnell #Katharine Ross #Patrick Swayze #Noah Wyle #2001 movies #2001 films

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kiankiwi · 1 year ago

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Summer Days and Lullabies

(This was inspired by the post @doll-elvis made about Elvis and the little girl on the set of FTD. I hope you enjoy it!)

It was a good day. Or at least it would be, if not for the screaming baby behind the camera.

Elvis’s latest movie, Follow that Dream, was in full swing. So far, things had been going well; the only problem thus far was that the Florida heat kept making him sweat like crazy, so he had to keep changing his shirts so as to not feel drenched in sweat or stink up the set.

Elvis didn’t really mind doing this movie; sure, the plot was a little odd and he thought some of the song sequences felt a little forced (though usually the Colonel handled that part), but the production team treated him well for the most part, and he got along well with Anne and his other costars, especially the little kids who played his younger adopted siblings.

One of them was a little baby girl named Erin, who played the youngest sibling; she was just about a year old. She was adorable, with little tufts of white-blonde hair and blue eyes, and the cutest chubby cheeks. Moreover, she was a bright and intelligent child, and Elvis loved playing with her during breaks in filming.

She’d often crawl into Elvis’s lap and babble to him as he made funny faces, cooed to her and played peekaboo with her; many times she’d be pushing at his cheeks, tugging his hair, and trying to stick her fingers into his mouth. None of it fazed him; he had plenty of younger cousins and so he knew how babies were. It also felt nice to him that she didn’t know he was famous; to her, he was just a huge playmate.

Overall, she was normally a very happy and bubbly little girl, which made her display of temper today all the more out of the ordinary. She’d been fed and her diaper was clean, but she still squirmed and cried in her mother’s arms. Elvis, though, had a pretty good idea of what was wrong.

The fact was, the heat today had been much more intense than normal. Because of this, and the fact that doing a film often meant a lot of waiting around between takes to get certain shots right, everyone was getting cranky, especially when the day’s shooting was behind due to everyone constantly needing water breaks and time in the shade. Even Elvis was getting more irritated at the day’s little mishaps and having to change his shirt constantly because of the way it was making him sweat.

He figured if the heat felt this awful to him, it must be ten times worse for the kids. It didn’t help that some of the production crew (particularly one of the assistant directors) kept being pushy to get certain scenes completed on time and weren’t all that patient.

Elvis was supposed to film one of his singing scenes on the beach to Holly (Anne’s character) and the kids today, but even though they were ready, things kept getting delayed because Erin just wasn’t cooperating. Her mother was clearly doing the best she could to soothe and calm her baby daughter down, but the baby was having none of it.

The assistant director (who was known to not be particularly patient with the kids or child actors in general) started snapping at Erin’s mother.

“Ugh, for the love of God, can’t somebody shut that brat up? We’re here to make a movie and we’re already behind schedule! Why don’t you just shove a teddy bear in her face or something?”

Erin’s mother, clearly on the verge of tears, apologized. “I-I’m sorry. I’m doing everything I can here, but—!”

“Well, clearly you’re not doing good enough. You think people want to see a red-faced, screaming brat in this movie? NO! They want to see Elvis singing to a cute, adorable, SMILING baby! So shut it up and get it to smile already or—!”

That did it. Elvis normally didn’t like to flex his fame, but this was one of the few times he felt it was necessary. Immediately, he stepped up to confront the assistant director.

“HEY! That’s enough!” He shouted.

The man turned around, the color draining from his face as he saw Elvis striding up to him with a furious look on his face. “Mr. Presley, I’m so sorry for the child’s disturbance—!”

“Disturbance? The kid’s fine. If anything, YOU’RE the one who’s disturbing me!”

“Huh?”

“Yellin’ at a baby?! What the hell’s wrong with you? Mama’s clearly doin’ the best she can here. Look, I get it: We’re all cranky ‘cause of this heat. But at least the baby can’t help cryin’ and throwin’ a fit since she ain’t talkin’ yet. So what the hell’s your excuse, huh?”

“Uh—!”

“Anybody knows you can’t turn a baby’s cryin’ on an’ off like a damn light switch! They ain’t robots, dammit!”

He sighed. “Look, here’s what we’re gonna do; we’re all gonna take a break here for as long as it takes for the kid to calm down. Ma’am, there’s AC in my trailer; just bring the kid’s supplies and she should be fine in there.”

He turned to the assistant director. “And as for you; you are gonna lay off the kids whether or not they’re behaving. I don’t wanna hear any more complaints about the kids crying or whatever, or any threats of firing them. I heard what you were sayin’ yesterday to the twins’ mama when they wouldn’t stop messin’ around.”

“But, Mr. Presley—!”

Elvis fixed his cold, hard stare on the man. “We do this my way…or I walk.” He answered firmly.

Nobody knew what to do for a minute. Would Elvis Presley really quit and walk off the set of his own movie? Ultimately, they decided it wasn’t worth calling his bluff and potentially losing their biggest star. The film’s director agreed to take a break for a while (over the objections of his assistant director) and Elvis gently guided Erin and her mother to his air-conditioned trailer.

Once they’d gotten settled and Erin’s mother had given the baby a small bit of cool water to drink (as well as splashing a little on the baby’s skin to cool her down), Erin had calmed down considerably, but was still fussy.

Her mother sighed as she bounced the baby on her knees. “I know that cry. She needs a nap. I should’ve guessed since it’s close to her naptime; I guess the heat was just making her too uncomfortable.”

Elvis looked at the mother with concern. “Ma’am, you look exhausted. Why don’t I take Erin for a bit and you can both nap in the bedroom over there? I’ll get her to sleep and then bring her to you. Does that sound alright?”

She looked surprised. “But…wait, isn’t that your room?”

“Yeah, but it’s no big deal. I’ll just stay on the couch if I need to rest. Maybe it’ll have cooled down a bit by the time you two wake up.”

“But what about the movie?”

“Trust me, those guys know they’re on thin ice right now. They ain’t gonna bother us about it right now since they don’t wanna risk losing me. Just get some rest, alright? I think we all need it. And if they start bugging you again, just come to me and I’ll deal with it.”

She sighed. “Well…all right. Thank you for everything, Elvis.”

He smiled and took Erin into his arms. “It’s not a problem, ma’am.” He told her as she walked into his bedroom to rest.

With that, he smiled down at Erin and moved her so she had her head on his shoulder as he started to bounce and rock her, rubbing her back and murmuring, “it’s okay, baby; you can go to sleep now”.

Soon, the room was filled with the sound of Elvis softly singing the song “Love Me Tender” to the baby as he rocked her to sleep. As the baby drifted off, he gazed lovingly at her sleeping face; he just hoped he’d one day have this kind of moment with his own children.

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Another wonderful submission from @arianatheangel-girl girl, you’re so talented! I absolutely loved it just like I’ve loved everything else you’ve written! Keep ‘em coming please!

#submission #kiwis submissions #ari's submissions

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aparticularbandit · 3 months ago

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(Am I) More Than You Bargained For (Yet) (V)

Chapter Summary: Junko left and abandoned her Brigade leader and left her with this shit show when she needed her most.

How dare.

….

You’re. FINE.

Brought to you by a discussion @tobiasdrake and I had about what it would look like if Junko and Haruhi ever met.

Chapter Rating: T. Fic Rating: M for Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault.

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Junko leaves.

She’s tired and she’s frustrated and Mukie told her to run once a long time ago and she runs again.

It’s easier to run.

….

No, she didn’t have an interview scheduled, what are you talking about? She just left and abandoned her Brigade leader. That’s all.

That’s all.

….

It was scheduled months ago, Haruhi.

She can’t just skip out on one of her scheduled appearances just because you think she’s necessary for your movie. The one that she wasn’t supposed to have a role in in the first place. She has an actual job, Haruhi, and if you want her to continue to pay for your frivolities, then she needs to actually do her job, got it?

You even have another person set to film while she’s gone! You’re fine!

….

She left and abandoned her Brigade leader and left her with this shit show when she needed her most.

How dare.

….

You’re. FINE.

Mukuro doesn’t sleep, but she pretends to not be awake when her sister slips out of the apartment, pretends to not be awake when her sister sticks a note on the fridge for her, pretends to not be awake when her sister leaves behind a camera and a bag full of finished clothes for her to hand out at school (and to carry for Suzumiya’s stupid movie). She pretends to wake as soon as her sister is gone, the door clicking softly shut behind her. Then she reads the note (and the fake kisses left with her autograph – not her signature because Junko Enoshima is not her sister, and so that name left behind is not her signature), stares at the camera and the bag, and lets out a groan that sounds like something else entirely.

Her entire body aches.

But that isn’t new.

She’s still unused to it, but it isn’t new.

The camera doesn’t use a tripod – or if it does, her sister considerately chose not to leave it for her – which means that it requires steady hands to make sure every shot is perfect. Mukuro can’t say anything for her sister’s hands (or won’t), but she knows how steady her own are. Holding a camera well is like holding a gun: point, steady, shoot. So it makes sense that she wouldn’t have trouble with this, makes sense that this would come naturally to her, albeit less destructive.

Of course, Mukuro is equally aware that she doesn’t have the creative mind that her sister does. Her sister would know all the names for all of the angles and how to use them properly to get the most out of each and every shot; Mukuro only knows how to hold the camera steady and capture the whole scene. She knows how to listen to Suzumiya when she tells her to get a sharper shot, aimed directly at one of her subject’s faces – Asahina more than the others, since she’s the heroine, but occasionally Nagato and Koizumi as well – and she knows how to pretend that Asahina most definitely is not shooting laser beams out of her eyes.

Eye. Singular. The one with the different colored contact.

Her sister never seemed to notice it; she was always looking at something else when it happened, usually carrying on a conversation with Suzumiya that somehow didn’t get picked up by the camera (and since she was training Mukuro to film for her, she didn’t have to stand nearby for every shot). But Mukuro saw it, saw the way that Nagato would jump Asahina every time, how she would bite her and the laser attacks would stop, briefly. Koizumi acted like this was all very normal procedure. No one explained any of it to her.

But Mukuro knows an attack when she sees one, the same way she knew the attack Nagato made on her sister the day before, the same way she knew that her sister would absolutely have died if that thing hit her.

And no one else seems to think that’s a problem.

(Maybe because Nagato can catch Asahina’s lasers one-handed, they think her sister can do the same. Maybe someone else would have leapt in to save her if Mukuro hadn’t been there. Maybe she would believe that if she’d seen any of them making any sort of movement towards—)

Mukuro holds the camera steady, and Asahina doesn’t shoot a laser beam out of her eye, and Mukuro moves about like a zombie, not really paying attention to anything or anyone, except Suzumiya, sometimes, when she points out a new direction for her to stand. Suzumiya tried to shove Mukuro once when she thought she wasn’t paying attention, and Mukuro caught her wrist, bent it backwards, and met her eyes – hadn’t even glared at her, hadn’t been stern, had just looked – and now Suzumiya just points and barks and does not touch her, which is fine by her, honestly. She picks up bits and pieces of conversation around her and notices just how much Asahina cringes when Suzumiya cheerfully chirps that it’s time for her to be thrown into the—

….

Where are they, exactly?

To be quite fair, Mukuro is used to needing to get into sketchy places and do sketchy things for Fenrir, so the fact that they’d walked through a chain link fence and ignored No Trespassing signs to film a scene for Suzumiya’s movie hadn’t crossed her mind as particularly odd. But seeing Asahina’s full body cringe, she looks around, notes the color of the water (not remotely clear, and not even the muddy brown that some lakes can be, but an off-putting purplish color, like sludge), takes quick stock of all the trash floating in it, and then shuts the camera off before saying, firm as anything, “No.”

Suzumiya doesn’t even blink, just holds out her hand. “You don’t have to film it. I’ve got plenty of extras—”

“No,” Mukuro repeats, just as firm. “It’s Ryo—my sister’s camera.”

Suzumiya’s face starts to turn red. “That she bought for me—”

“She didn’t tell me that.” Mukuro keeps the camera firmly in her grasp, glances around at the others, gauges their skills in fighting, and doesn’t reconsider. Nagato can shoot the same electrical jolt at her that she did at her sister, but she’s good at dodging, good at reflecting. Besides, something tells her that Nagato would feel a lot better at observing the conflict rather than getting involved directly. “You want to throw Asahina in a lake, find one that’s not full of trash.” Her gaze flicks over to the girl in question. "You swim, right?”

“U-u-um.” Asahina’s hands tug on the edge of her short pink dress. Her gaze flicks to Suzumiya and then back to Mukuro. She flushes a red that is somehow both brighter and softer than Suzumiya’s. “Yes,” she whispers. “I can swim.”

She’s so quiet.

It’s….

Honestly, it’s kind of cute.

“Do you want to get thrown in a lake?”

Asahina’s gaze flicks to Suzumiya again. “I,” she starts to say, hesitates, and then continues, “don’t mind.” Her voice grows softer with each word, so that the last one is barely spoken at all.

“See? She’s fine!” Suzumiya beams. “So you can just hand over the camera—”

“Find another lake,” Mukuro repeats, not backing down. She doesn’t understand why the others are bending over backwards for Suzumiya; she might have been a mercenary who took orders from women who were actual threats, but Suzumiya is nothing more than a spoiled child throwing a temper tantrum. When she turns and starts walking off, she can hear Suzumiya stamping her foot.

It’s the boy – the single boy in this entire stupid club that her sister asked her to join (and which, at the moment, she really thinks she won’t be joining) – who chases after her; it’s the boy who tries to touch her arm to slow her down; and it’s the boy, who might be a yes man but is at least a nice yes man, who she doesn’t throw into the lake just for trying to stop her. Instead, she shrugs his hand off before his fingers brush against her wrist; instead, she slows down just enough for him to walk alongside her.

“You’re not getting the camera.”

“Oh, no. I wasn’t going to ask for that.” Koizumi offers her the awkward smile of someone who is used to offering platitudes. “I just thought we could perhaps film the other scenes we had in mind today? Suzumiya can find another lake later, and that way, we’re still on schedule.”

Mukuro pauses. Works her jaw.

Her sister will be mad at her if she fucks this up, and she’s already on shaky ground with her, she’s well aware.

Mukuro turns to Koizumi, glances past him to where Haruhi is still throwing one of her fits, and sighs. “What sort of scenes?”

#bandit fic #that faint green light with junko and haruhi #danganronpa #the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya #junko enoshima #haruhi suzumiya #mukuro ikusaba #yuki nagato #mikuru asahina #itsuki koizumi #enoshimiya

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istandonsnowpiles · 1 year ago

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I really love all your infrared photography and it honestly makes me want to do some myself, but I don't know the first thing about photography hardware -- what sort of specialist hardware (or software?) do you use for it?

So glad you like my photography! Thank you!

I’d recommend checking out Rob Shea’s Introduction to Infrared Photography. I learned a ton from him & he has a ton of videos on IR photography.

Infrared photography does require some special equipment. I’m gonna talk about digital cameras here, but you can also shoot infrared on film.

First things first you’ll need a camera. I’d recommend a mirrorless camera as DSLRs tend to be trickier to do IR with but any camera will do as long as it shoots RAW. It’s possible to shoot jpeg infrared stuff, but I wouldn’t recommend it. You’ll need to do a decent amount of editing (more on this later) so RAW is the way to go.

Digital cameras have an IR cut filter over the sensor that blocks out almost all IR light. So, you need to adjust what the camera can see before you can shoot IR like you’ve seen here. There’s two ways to do that.

1. Get a filter. The most common one around is the Hoya R72 filter. It goes on the front of your camera’s lens and blocks out most visible light, leaving infrared light.

Since you’re blocking out most light and the camera’s IR cut filter is blocking most IR light, you’re gonna need to use a really long shutter speed when using this filter. You’ll need a tripod to do this properly and the subjects you can shoot will be limited due to the long shutter speeds.

I really do mean long shutter speeds btw. If you were gonna take a shot at 1/250th shutter speed without the Hoya R72 filter, you’ll need to use a 1 second shutter speed with it on. You ain’t hand holding that 😅

This filter route is definitely the cheapest option though. Easily under $100 and you can go shoot IR with any camera. It’s not how I shoot IR tho, I use:

2. Get your camera converted to infrared. There are companies that will take your camera, tear it down, and remove the IR cut filter from your camera’s sensor. This is a permanent modification of your camera and involves some risk. It’s also kinda pricey. Depending on your camera, it’s between $300 and $500 to convert a camera. Two companies do this in the US, Kolari Vision and Life Pixel. I’ve used cameras converted by both companies and they’ve been awesome.

A converted camera has one huge advantage: it sees way more infrared light. That means you can use faster shutter speeds and you don’t need a tripod. It’s a lot more fun and opens up all kinds of possibilities.

There’s a lot more to infrared hardware but I’ll leave it there. Happy to talk about lenses and the different types of conversions if you’re interested. For now, let’s talk about editing.

I use Lightroom for most of my editing, but like all editors, it’s designed for editing photos taken in visible light. That means the adjustments you can make to the white balance you can set in Lightroom isn’t enough to properly display an IR photo.

So, you need special profiles just for IR to adjust the white balance beyond what it can usually be set to. Rob Shea has them available for just about every camera. After that, you can edit as normal. But with wacky colors.

You can use a similar trick with special profiles to swap colors around. That technique is called False Color and I use it all the time!

Soooo yeah, is there special equipment? Yes. Special software? Kinda. A lot to learn? Absolutely.

I hope this was helpful!

#photography #ir photography

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josephquinnswhore · 2 years ago

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Hey :) can you maybe do a fic where pedro is injured or sick on set of last of us and bella is super protective?

his voice - pedro pascal x platonic! bella ramsay

Summary: Pedro gets injured on the set of tlou.

Word Count: 0.6k (shortest yet I’m sorry)

Content Warning: swearing, illness.

Note: this turned out more like a Drabble but I hope you love it anyway. Sorry it’s short 🫶🏼🫶🏼 they’re my favourite people ever. 🥰

Everyone knew that Pedro was protective of Bella, their connection was instant, the two became best of friends and practically inseparable, on and off set. It wasn’t hard to imagine the two had become close friends, they were alike in many ways, most of all their protective nature, sense of humour and loyalty.

Bella knew something was up as soon as Pedro walked onto set today, he wasn’t as talkative-normally he wouldn’t shut up, she’d barely be able to get a word in some days, he was just a people person. That part of him was absent today.

He wasn’t cracking jokes or giggling like a schoolgirl, the entire cast and production team had noticed he was definitely not himself, in which way they were yet to find out, Bella figured they should be the one to work it out.

“Hey, is everything okay with you?” They ask, a hand on his shoulder as he reads his script in his chair, the fact that he sat here on his lonesome was quite telling of the answer they already knew. “Just feeling a little off, I’ll be okay.” He offers his younger friend, which they find hard to accept.

“Sure, let me know if I can get you anything. I’m here for you.” They offer before leaving him to his own company, not wanting to push him or pressure him into telling them what was wrong.

They were on their 9th take on the scene where Pedro lifts Bella up to squeeze her into the vent so she can u lock the building, the scene was almost captured perfectly when Pedro let out a “fuck, stop.” He puts Bella down as gently as he can, which results in them half falling a few feet, they catches themself without doing much harm.

Pedro’s groaning as he rubs his shoulder, face scrunched up as it contorts to one of pain, he’s rolling his shoulder trying to rid some of the pain but to no avail, the damage seems to be done. “Just give him a few minutes, then we can do the scene again.” One of the filmmakers says to the crew.

That set something off on Bella, some part of them they didn’t know they had, but they wanted to protect him; wanted him safe and now he was hurt, they didn’t want him to continue. “You’re not shooting the scene again, just use what footage you already have.” They breath loudly in exhale, annoyed by the situation unfolding before them.

An older man on the filming crew scoffs, apparently having a bone to pick with the teenager. “We’ll keep going till we get the perfect shot, kid.” Pedro had sensed the tension, his hand rests on Bella’s shoulder, trying to pry her away from the ever coming explosion, she shrugs him off, not letting this poor treatment slide.

“He’s fucking injured you sack of shit, get the stunt double in here and we’ll reshoot the scene. Once Pedro’s better we can go again, got it?” The room was silent, even Pedro beside Bella was staring at them in awe and shock, his heart warmed at the teenager for sticking up for him, knowing he’s a people pleaser and he would’ve just worked through that pain to give people what they wanted.

“Alright, alright. Someone get the stunt double, we’ll do the scene again.” He threw his hands up in defence at the teenager and every set of eyes that watched how he would handle the situation.

“Thank you, I dunno if I could’ve done it again.” Pedro thanks his young friend, he’s met with a bright smile on their face. “You deserve it. Go rest up, feel better old man!” Bella calls before getting ready to shoot the scene again with Pedro’s stunt double. He watches on for a few minutes before going to see medical. Where he learns he’s pulled a muscle in his shoulder, thank god for Bella, where would he be without them?

#bella ramsey #pedro pascal #the last of us #the last of us on set #the last of us hbo #Bella and Pedro #platonic Bella Ramsay and pedro pascal #tlou #pedropascal

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jadevine · 1 year ago

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Late night duel-watching!

Normally fight/battle scenes in movies are shitty due to the problem of "the actors have not ACTUALLY trained for years in weaponry" or "we don't want TOO MANY hospital bills," but a Viking reenactment site (http://www.vikingsofbjornstad.com/VikingMovies.shtm#Vikings1958) named the 2004 "Troy" film's duel between Achilles (Brad Pitt) and Hector (Eric Bana) as an excellent example of preindustrial single combat, and they're right! Reviews of the rest of the movie seem to be mixed, but when you're doing a war movie, you do as much as you can for the fight scenes. Except for the duel between Paris and Menelaus, which is an intentional aversion. See, Paris is a wimp and after like two hits from the forty-eight-year-old king who wants to kill him for running off with his young and sexy wife, Paris panics and runs/crawls crying to his brother Hector. Near the end of the film, we see WHY Paris hid behind Big Bro. First off, Achilles and Hector use their spears like actual spears, not like pointy staves or broomsticks! Example: I love The Mandalorian, but sometimes Din swings his beskar spear like he's clearing a path through the jungle. I noticed that at some points, Hector is visibly having trouble juggling his spear and shield while trying to tank all of Achilles' hits, which seems to be due to the small but REALLY important differences between shields--Hector's got a plain circular shield, and Achilles' shield has notched sides that clearly let him aim his spear better. In the Iliad poem, Achilles got a new set of armor crafted by the smith-god Hephaestus, so that obviously gave him a BIG advantage over poor, mortal Hector with his mortal weapons. Once they both break the other's spear and have to switch to swords, Achilles loses his advantage and neither of them can keep a distance anymore, so they're constantly in each other's faces and shoving at each other. These two put the CLOSE in close-combat, and I love it! A lot of times, the actors in duels (or "duel-like showdowns" in modern movies) are obviously staying far apart or barely making contact for 1) insurance purposes, or 2) doing flashy moves to show off, but not Achilles and Hector. Achilles does seem to be toying with Hector because he is just so damn fast, but I love that when these two make contact, you can FEEL it. Leading to something I noticed, in how it DIDN'T show up: A lot of camera crews don't know/care how to shoot fighting or dance scenes where the whole body is involved, so you often get the camera crew zooming in so much on the actors' pretty faces that we can't see the rest of them DANCE/FIGHT, but this crew does not make that mistake! Especially notable since it's Eric Bana versus Brad Pitt, two extremely pretty men! No, we get a couple of nice portrait shots for their pre-fight talk, and then as Pharaoh Atem from Yu-Gi-Oh says: "IT'S TIME TO DUEL." We get some really great shots of their fights at a distance as well as close-up, and it's almost shot like the moving version of comic-book panels. A+ for both the realism and the great way of shooting it! Apparently Brad Pitt and Eric Bana didn't use stunt doubles and also had a running bet on how many accidental hits they'd land on each other. Brad accidentally hit Eric A LOT. The different combat styles are well-shown: There's a sense of HEAVINESS with Hector, who knows he's going to die in front of his people, but cannot avoid it, but he will fight anyway to buy his people a little bit more time. This contrasts Achilles' seething rage, his need for vengeance/glory, and his lightning-fast footwork. Especially since he's literally described with the epithet of "swift-footed" in the Iliad! If the writers and director knew about this, A+ for reading your source material! I really like how they use shots of the sandy field in front of Troy's wall to give the sense that these two are EXPOSED, especially since they've taken off their helmets for physical "exposure." You're forced to look at them. Normally I want people to wear their damn helmets, and taking them off is a dumb move to show the actor's face, but given the context where Hector mistakenly fought Patroclus in Achilles' armor and Achilles went "LOOK, IT'S ME THIS TIME! LET'S GO!", to which Hector takes his own helmet off as a show of honor, this is a great exception. It also gives the sense of inevitability. Again, Hector is going to die--he doesn't need a helmet anymore. The realistic close combat also has the effect of making Achilles' speed and his superhero vault-stab move look terrifying and otherworldly. The Trojan royal family's reactions were a more polite version of my horrified face. Fucking hell, if I was a camp-follower on the ground and saw Achilles literally roll UP to stab Hector, I would absolutely think that Achilles is a demigod. At bare minimum, I'd think he borrowed Hermes' sandals, but Hermes is friends with everyone, so I don't know if that counts. Folks have said Achilles looks like an Assassin's Creed character. People also note that the vault-stab is usually Achilles' FINISHING move, but the fact that he uses it right out of the gate against Hector says just how much he wants this dude to die. A+ duel. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQ62frK74u0

#troy 2004 #the iliad #history #fight scene

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wheelercurse · 2 years ago

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'kiddos' i'm 7+ years older than you.

if all the bts photos that definitely look like they were taken while filming scenes we haven't seen yet like rinkomania and Lucas' house, images of Lonnie's actor from s4 table read, if the writers saying that covid delays allowed them to start planning s5 earlier, if David saying he already gained back the weight he lost for s4 and won't be dieting again, if the fact itself that s4 was supposed to be longer but part of it had to be cut because it got too long, if the fact itself that s5 picking up literally immediately where s4 ends logically means they already filmed what happens after and you seriously think the Duffers are dumber than you and would go about that any other stupid way, if all of that isn't enough to get your brain working a bit then idk what else to tell you. If your extreme, often frankly illogical skepticism that can easily be countered with evidence doesn't let you even consider that all of that should mean something, idk what else to tell you. stay sticking to your beliefs and calling people who don't share your views and your skepticism dumb and gullible i guess, as you do.

Older than me and acting like that??? You should be ashamed 😦😦.

Noah in that other outfit at Rink O Mania??? Probably he was visiting the set when Millie was working. Who knows?

That’s not Lucas house. they weren’t filming a scene, they clearly were resting. Look closer.

Lonnie at the table read. Probably he was in one scene and then they discard it. (But yes he probably would be in s5)

They never said that they started writing s5 earlier only that they had planned it. It’s normal to outline your season before starting to write it. And besides they have said many times that they’re adjusting things and like to change some things.

There’s probably going to be a lot of action sequence, can you imagine the planning than going on these???

Of course David won’t lose weight again because most of his scenes are going to be post-time skip. (Yes I hate the time skip but I admit it’s going to happen 🙄) and he’s going to look thinner probably with cgi. They don’t film per episodes nor in chronological order. So yes it would be complicated for him to gain weight and lose weight for some scenes. See there’s also logic in that?

And You’re the ones who call me dumb, not me. You came into my ask acting all pretentious like lmaooo did you forget???

And the kidos omg I joke a lot, it was in general not only for you. But I felt you were acting a bit high on yourself, that’s why I responded like that.

I don’t fucking care what you think, or other who agree with you, but I think that way because shows and production don’t work like that. They aren’t stupid for working that way. Like many shows or movies start shooting later even if the season/sequel start exactly when it left.

They even admitted that they wanted shoot s4 and s5 back to back but they couldn’t do it. If they had shot something, why wouldn’t say that?

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criticalbennifer · 1 year ago

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Ben Affleck on Air

July 13, 2023

By: Jon Fauer

Ben Affleck discusses his work directing AIR, shooting “D” camera, and producing the film with co-star Matt Damon and their production company Artists Equity. Bob Richardson, ASC, was the cinematographer.

Jon Fauer: What cameras did you use on AIR?

Ben Affleck: We had the ALEXA 35. I think we were the first or second movie to shoot with it. Chivo and Bruno Delbonnel used them on a series. But I think we were the first movie, and I remember we got three prototype bodies directly from ARRI.

There are photos of you with a RED V-RAPTOR. Is that your personal camera?

We used ARRI ALEXA 35 as the main cameras. I had a RED V-RAPTOR 8K VV with the new Angénieux Optimo Ultra Compact 28-76 T2.9 zoom lens. Bob Richardson, ASC had a set of custom prime lenses from Panavision. They were excellent. In order to integrate with those prime lens and to be at a level to satisfy Bob, I wanted to have a compact zoom that I could use to add to the look of the movie—to add a little bit of the kind of “captured look” of the movie. I used the V-RAPTOR because it’s small enough so that when I wanted to get into certain places, I could handhold it with the Angénieux. So, there were “A,” “B” and “C” ALEXA 35 cameras, and my V-RAPTOR was the “D” camera, effectively.

Part of the reason I had the Angénieux on the V-RAPTOR was because we started production before we could get all the ALEXA 35 bodies. So I tried using the V-RAPTOR and integrating it with the ALEXA 35. It was also interesting to see how to match the color spaces, which were mainly about the skin tones. We often go back and forth. It’s become increasingly difficult to separate RED and ALEXA color spaces. There was a time when I felt they were more distinct. I think RED has really done a great job of approaching the skin tones. But ultimately, we went with the ALEXA 35 as our main cameras for our particular look on this movie.

The benefit for me using the V-RAPTOR was that I could just get in there. The way I operate is that Bob Richardson sets up two cameras. Obviously, he’s brilliant. He’s a genius. He finds where the shots should be. So inherently, by necessity, I have to be somewhere that you wouldn’t normally put a camera.

Then I have to compose, within that space, a different kind of shot than you would typically see. I like to go handheld. Sometimes I’m racking focus, documentary style. I pull focus myself. The reason I like the Ultra Compact Zoom lens is because if I’m focusing myself, going to where my attention is. I’m not having to tell people which actor to focus on.

In the scene with Sonny (Matt Damon) and George Reveling (Marlon Wayans) in the bar, was that you racking focus from one to the other?

That was me, most of it. There was some rack focusing in there. As an actor, I often find myself actually liking my off-camera work a little bit better because I’m more relaxed. Especially early on—maybe the first day—I’ll often just go and shoot. I filmed both Matt and Marlon during the other person’s close-up. It was essentially having them in the foreground—not a close-up single, but pulling to them from the foreground. Often, there’s something about the relaxation that you feel when you just don’t think you’re on camera. It actually gets a little bit looser, sometimes a little ad lib. Maybe it’s just me, but I always feel like, “Gosh, I should have done it like that when I was on camera.” There’s just an extra degree of relaxation, so I don’t want to miss that.

Obviously, on [analog] film, you wouldn’t have been able to do that for obvious reasons. Now, in digital, it’s really more about the quality of light. You’re often working at much lower light levels now. It means that you can get in interesting places. And it really becomes about composition in a lot of ways. I wouldn’t shoot something where Bob doesn’t agree. I always say to Bob, “Anything that I get, if you don’t like it, you can throw it away. I am not the cinematographer; you are by a whole long way. Bob is, I think, one of the greatest ever. It’s a real honor that he kind of tolerated my additional shooting.

Having those moments of performance, “caught moments,” or getting over Matt’s arm and shoulder, just makes it feel a little bit less like a movie to me. It’s kind of half captured and thrown away. I feel that it adds to the authenticity. Not all movies can absorb that. But also, I thought it was an interesting complement to the formality of what Bob does. He can’t help but be masterful. I hate to say it, but a little touch of a much less skilled operator in small doses actually flavors the film in an interesting way. I would never be an “A” or “B” camera operator where my job is to make sure to compose properly every time because I couldn’t be relied on to do it. I’d be doing the actor a disservice because I might have missed a great performance. That’s a problem.

I’ll catch inserts, I’ll get a beer glass filling, the food, environmental cutaways, or stuff in the office. All of that helps fill out a movie where you spend so much more time if you have to go set up for the inserts, and then the entire company stands around while you shoot the sole of a shoe. Whereas, I would just stand there and grab it and the crew might be walking in front of the camera, and I’m just shooting away. I find it very efficient. Also, I don’t have to explain the kind of inserts I want or the way to do it, or start here and rack focus to that.

However, sometimes I do want a very specific kind of insert, for example, when Sonny is in the room at night in the office. You have all those little library type bankers’ lamps on the tables, which was a cheat that I just allowed ourselves to have because I thought they were pretty.

Were you mixing Super 35 from Bob’s ALEXA 35 camera and Full frame on your V-RAPTOR VV?

No, because we matched formats and the RED sensor mode was cropped to match the size of the ALEXA 35.

Oh, you were in Super35 for all cameras?

Yes. So that it remained consistent. You want to have the same framing. Otherwise it can become awkward. We had a brilliant colorist, Élodie Ichter at Picture Shop. She is a genius. She did magical things integrating the RED footage with the ALEXA. Bob found her and I see why, because she’s amazing. She was able to beautifully apply the LUT and apply grain specifically to the red, green, and blue components of the image. Because with original film stock, of course, the red, green and the blue layers had different degrees of photosensitivity.

Were you always interested in cameras and lenses?

Yes. I’ve been a photographer since high school and I’ve always loved it. It’s in my blood. I’m always taking photographs. I have amazing Super8 footage of shooting Good Will Hunting. My brother and I took a 16mm camera across the country. I’ve always loved film and photography. The great joy now is our new company, Artists Equity. The idea is equity and ownership. I own the company but don’t take a salary. I’m aligned with the company’s interests and this is a symbol of how we want how artists to be compensated. But our real secret salary is that we mostly own our own gear. We buy the lenses, the bodies and then rent them back to the production. But it’s really just so that I can expand my collection. The Angénieux Ultra Compact zoom is an example. I won’t mention any other specific lenses.

Feel free. FDTimes is equal equipment opportunity and our logo color is Swiss Army Knife neutrality.

Well, over the the years I have accumulated a collection of vintage lenses that I bring to the company. Because, as the cameras get more resolution, there can be a crispness veering towards football game or a newscast video that works against the combination of old glass and the motion blur of film, which gave you a bit of a distance. I think it helps suspend disbelief. I don’t think that resolution itself is bad because if it’s well lit, the resolution can actually give you smoother details and pleasing fall-off.

I have a set of Canon K35s that are rehoused. They are unbelievable. I have ZEISS Ultra Primes and Super Speeds. I have some old ARRI/FUJINON Alura Zooms and crazy Russian lenses from the ‘50s that I got off eBay.

Amazing. I had no idea you were a member of our camera and lens geek society.

Man, I get made fun of. It’s a very serious addiction.

Why are others not doing this—sort of going back to the days when the studios and production companies had in-house camera departments and owned the equipment?

I don’t know why not. I think that stopped once the studios got broken up. But still, we work with rental houses. We’re not looking to put rental houses out of business because there’s always something somebody wants to rent. In particular, the camera bodies.

This will continue to bud. You buy one and then the next one. ALEXA, V-RAPTOR, VENICE 2 are great, and there’ll be another. They’re always innovating. But the glass is something worth collecting. Look at Panavision. Some of the lenses we used for AIR are from Ben-Hur. They have some beautiful glass. The age and quality of the glass does have an effect. Vintage lenses can be especially good in Full Frame format with its high resolution 8K. I just love it. It’s definitely compulsive.

We also own all our post production equipment. Even post here is in-house. It allows us to offer the means for artists on limited budgets to really try to do it for less. We go, “Here, take the gear. Here are the cameras, the lenses, the stuff.”

When we were doing Good Will Hunting, the logic was, well, you needed a million dollars just for a camera body and film. It was about 60 cents a foot to buy the film, 60 cents to process, and then the cost of the workprint. And lots of lights just to get an exposure. These were hard costs. Now, I feel that if we give you a camera and lens, you should be able to make a movie. That’s why I’m really grateful to have that Angénieux Optimo Ultra Compact zoom. I love it—it’s really the best handheld zoom for me. If you want to be most versatile and still have something that can cut with the most elegant glass, you really cannot do better than that.

What did Bob Richardson ultimately think about your having a different lens than the Panavision lenses he was using?

I’m very respectful and deferential. I only know enough about photography to know how much better Bob is than I.

But it cut well. Vintage Panavision primes and a contemporary Angénieux zoom worked well together.

They did. Bob knew that I was respectful of it, that I understood how he was lighting and understood the look and was not going to violate it. I also knew that he was looking at it and grading it. If there was something he had a problem with, he could, obviously, mark it and grade it, or get rid of it. Bob was grading as we went along on the set. Of course, there was a show LUT. But, we had a physical grading suite on set where he worked with the colorist as we were shooting, which was extremely useful.

I think, probably, in his heart of hearts, Bob would have liked a more professional operator than me since he is used to working with the very best. I’m no Colin Anderson [Camera Operator on AIR], that’s for sure. And I’m not as good as Bob. But I am good enough that some of the stuff can end up in the movie and, as I said, I know enough to appreciate how much work goes into being a great cinematographer like Bob.

There was a nice immediacy that you also had in “Argo.”

Yeah. That was another movie where we used all kinds of cameras and lenses—anamorphic, spherical, film bodies, ALEXA, Super8. We used almost every format you can shoot in, each distinct to a certain location—the CIA, Iran, Turkey, Hollywood. They all had different looks, lenses, bodies and style. They gave you a sense of different worlds, hopefully.

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