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By the time I got off work this year, Iâd already seen that the election had been called. I already knew the results.
Normally I have the tradition of watching this spectacular film every Guy Fawkes Day, November 5th, so I can enjoy it all over again, but also do I am always aware of how easily fascism can take over.
The irony of this Election Day being on Guy Fawkes Day, and the stakes of said election, were not lost on me. Not in the slightest.
But having been unable to watch it before I went to work Tuesday, I planned to at least start it before the end of the day. That is, until I saw the news.
All I could hear in my head was the speech broadcast across the emergency channel:
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquillity of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the fifth, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well, certainly, there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. They were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic, you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words; they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
This has played on repeat in my mind since I learned of the election results, searing itself into my psyche.
We are now at that place. We are now the people to whom V was speaking in the movie.
I cannot bring myself to rewatch this marvel of live-action film. I do not believe it would bring me joy any longer.
We have no one else to blame but ourselves.
And we have a long road ahead of us out of hell.
V for Vendetta (2005)
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A lot of those bros who embraced Trump may soon become incel bros.
Apparently the "4B" movement has crossed the Pacific from South Korea.
To explain 4B, this is from Elle...
McKenna, who did not want her last name published for privacy reasons, first heard about 4B a few months ago, via a TikTok video referring to the South Korean social movement. The basic idea: women swear off heterosexual marriage, dating, sex and childbirth in protest against institutionalized misogyny and abuse. (It is called 4B in reference to these four specific no-nos.) The mostly online movement began around 2018 protests against revenge porn and grew into South Koreaâs #MeToo-esque feminist wave. In the wake of Trumpâs victory, 4B is once again on McKennaâs mind â and sheâs not the only one.
Trumpâs embrace of manosphere figures such as Joe Rogan, the Nelk Boys and Adin Ross means he has strong support among their evangelists â mainly, young men. But for young women, the former presidentâs long history of misogyny means a vote for Trump is a vote against feminism, especially with reproductive rights as a key issue in 2024. Ahead of the US election, pundits predicted a history-making gender gap, and early exit polls support that prediction: women aged 18-29 went overwhelmingly left, while Trump picked up ground with their male counterparts compared with 2020. With the race called, TikToks viewed hundreds of thousands of times offered one way for women to go for the jugular: 4B, specifically cutting off contact with men. âGirls itâs time to boycott all men! You lost your rights, and they lost the right to hit raw! 4b movement starts now!â one creator wrote on TiKTok in a video viewed 3.4m times.
B4 began in South Korea to protest blatant misogyny. It grew when South Korean bros helped to elect a misogynistic president.
In South Korea, 4B began as an offshoot of national protests against the spycam epidemic, in which perpetrators filmed targets â most of whom were women â during sex or while urinating in public bathrooms without their knowledge or consent. âThese videos were sold and exchanged by men on Discord, and women didnât know how many men had taken part, and if any of the men in their lives had,â said Min Joo Lee, an assistant professor of Asian studies at Occidental College. âThere was a general sense of, âWho can I trust? And before I regain my trust in men, I need to refrain from contact with them.ââ
Voyeurism is something Trump is famous for.
4B happens at a time South Korea is experiencing a drop in its fertility rate. So women are operating from a position of strength. Of course fertility fanatic Elon Musk is appalled by B4.
South Koreaâs fertility struggle caught the attention of the vehement Trump ally Elon Musk. The Tesla CEO has at least 11 living children (one son died in infancy in 2002). He describes pronatalism, the enthusiastic promotion of reproduction, as a way to save humanity from âpopulation collapseâ. When Taylor Swift came out in support of Kamala Harris this summer, he seemingly offered, creepily and unprompted, to get her pregnant. Heâs propped up South Koreaâs declining fertility rate as a case study for Americans who do not get busy making babies. Consider Musk an archetypical 4B foe. Heâs far from the only one. Far-right figures such as Nick Fuentes, a white supremacist who has praised Hitler and once described his âideal wifeâ as 16 years old, celebrated on X after Trumpâs win, tweeting, âIâd just like to take the opportunity to thank men for saving this country from stupid bitches who wanted to destroy the world to keep abortion,â and, âYour body, my choice. Forever.â That sort of violent rhetoric, which is spreading among Trumpâs far-right supporters, will not exactly convince the majority of young American women they should be dating at the moment.
Musk's worry about "population collapse" is contrived and probably racist. What he really wants is higher white fertility.
We're in no danger of our species going extinct unless we make the planet unlivable. There are currently 8.1 billion humans. Even if that were cut in half, that would leave us with more humans than there were in 1974; they seemed to do just fine back then with ABBA and Gerald Ford.
So women, do whatever it takes to secure your rights. At the very least, discriminate in favor of guys who donated to Harris-Walz before November 5th.
#4b#4b movement#south korea#misogyny#women's rights#donald trump#trump bros#elon musk#fertility#nick fuentes#yoon suk-yeol#ì€ììŽ#ëíëŻŒê”#ìŹì±íì€#election 2024
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Lover, youâre on your own
Pairings: Austin Butler x Female!Reader
Summary: After years of your divorce, Austin and you get in each otherâs way again. Catch up, know what happened in last few years.
Authorâs note: I donât even know what this plot is but I kinda liked the idea of Austin and Reader finding themselves again. I kinda liked it, idk.
Warning: mentions of divorce, unhealthy relationships, children loss, spousal death, the readerâs been through a shit ton of divorces.
You were inside a cafĂ© in New York City, enjoying being in your own for a while. After another hectic divorce, the choice of going to a bar wasnât even on your mind anymore.
You started to wonder if you were cursed, you didnât even care to count how many divorces youâve had in the last thirteen years. Were you really never good enough to be a long time wife? Or did faith have something else for you in store? Whatever it was, life treated you like trash.
You drank your coffee quietly as she scrolled through your phone, you heard the door of the café open and close. You were very perceptive of who came in, who left, who coughed, who laughed. And once you saw who came in, you had to do a double take.
You knew that guyâ man. He wasnât a young guy anymore but a man. Austin. All those years ago and you still remembered him. Of course you had seen his rapid success these last years, he was everywhere. But you were in his past and you understood it. You didnât expect anything but you wouldnât lie if you said you didnât want him to at least recognize you, wave at you or at least smile and nod his head.
You focused on your overpriced coffee and muffin, stealing gentle glances towards him. Until one time, you both made eye contact, he was going to turn back to his phone but immediately turned back again to see you. Oh, he recognized you!
âHey.â His deep voice spoke as he reached your small table. You looked up.
âAustin. Wow. Hi!â You said, as if you had just seen him. âOh my goodness, itâs been so long.â You stood up, greeting him with a hug.
âLook at you. Youâre all grown up now.â He smiled at you. Whistling a little.
âI could say the same about you.â You said, sitting down again. Thank God he recognized you.
âWow. I just canât believe it. Itâs been what⊠ten years?â
âThirteen.â You corrected him. His eyes widened.
âThirteen years? Damn, that long? He chuckled. âWhat are you doing in New York anyways. You used to tell me how much you hated the city.â
âA girl can change. And I find that bars here serve much better drinks.â You chuckled with him, then there was a calm silence before he spoke up.
âI heard you got married. Whoâs the lucky guy?â
You sighed, showing him your empty right hand. Oh, so divorced already?
âHow long?â He asked.
âTwo years married. It was just a disagreement between us. We werenât looking for the same shit in the long run anyways.â You sighed. It was better to say that than to reveal that your last husband left you for a barely legal girl.
âTwo years. Damn.â Austin pressed his lips together, he looked away as he brought the cup to his lips.
âI heard youâre dating a model. Cindy Crawfordâs daughter. Thatâs nice, it give you some⊠it factor.â You said, you were being half sarcastic and half truthful.
âAh. Yes, Kaia.â He said, he really didnât sound enthusiastic. âEverything is going just fucking peachy.â He said, a smirk on his lips.
You nod. The whole tired voice went over your head. He was dating a model, what else could a man wish for? If not a model with long limbs.
âListen. Iâm filming a movie right not butâ I surely can make time to see you again. You said you drink, right?â
Your eyes immediately lit up, of course you could make time for him. Well, you wanted to catch up. Thatâs all.
âSure. Yeah, what day?â
It was a cold night. But inside the bar it was cozy. You both had ordered, he ordered an Old-Fashioned and you ordered a Cosmopolitan.
You started drinking the night away, you werenât outright tipsy, but the alcohol was getting to your head.
âI really, really wanted to ask. Whatâs the true reason behind your divorce?â He asked as he held his glass on his big hands.
You sighed. You were already here. You had known him forever. Yes, you two might have not seen each other in more than a decade, but beforehand you were husband and wife. You shouldnât be honest at least.
âHe cheated on me. With the neighbor.â You confessed, he gasped softly, his hand going to his mouth. âYeah. She was nineteen, now heâs dating her.â
âWhat a motherfuckerâŠâ Austin said, rubbing his chin.
âIâm starting to believe I curse every guy that gives me a ring. Seriously, five failed marriages. I must be cursed.â You sighed, his eyes widened even more.
âFive you say?â His voice was incredulous. Five. Five marriages. He was your first, of course. âWhat about the other three? If you donât mind me askingâŠâ
âMy second husband, Tyler, we werenât a match made in heaven. I guess he scared me a lot. He would drink his paycheck away. We divorced because his incompetent ass went to rehab.â You sighed as you played with the napkins.
âThen there was Eric, he was boring. He spent more time on his office than he did with me. He wasnât so bad, he was just distant, very. He loved his job more than he ever loved me. He didnât even talk to me, he just left the divorce papers in the kitchen. He had left a day prior.â
âThen there was⊠Nate.â You sighed, looking down again at the napkin youâve been ripping apart. âHe wasnât perfect. Indeed he could be very moody and he yelled all the time. But I cared for him. I didnât expect him to be taken from me. No wife does. By I learned to accept it. Now I remember him from time to time. I take flowers to his grave whenever I can.â
Austinâs eyes softened as he reached out his hand and placed it upon your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze. My goodness, where did you find those bastards to marry?
âGot any kids?â He asked you. Softly. Threading carefully.
âI tried. After we lost our boy, I really tried to get pregnant again. I wasnât able to.â You said softly, you had at least wanted a baby. Not because you thought it would fulfill you. That was crap. But you wanted a kid so that you wouldnât be so alone. âBut Iâm also grateful I never had a kid. It wouldnât have been healthy if I had the kid calling three men daddy.â
âThatâs true.â Austin said, taking a sip from his glass and nodding his head. âListen. I know that you might think that Iâve forgotten about our baby. I havenât. I visit the grave whenever I can. Itâs just hard for me. Still. To believe he would have been thirteen this year.â
Austin looked down again. Taking your hand in his, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.
Your baby boy would have been thirteen this year. How time flies.
You and Austin had been eighteen when you had a shotgun wedding because he knocked you up. He had been nervous but so happy. I mean, a tiny baby? He adored tiny babies. It was a happy married albeit you two didnât know what to do.
But then, it happened, you delivered a beautiful baby boy. A tiny black-haired beauty, he had been a fighter, he had tried to beat the heat stroke that took him. You cried for days, he was there by your side, but he was young too and he was battling with his own demons, he quite literally filled for divorce out of nowhere, when you needed him the most.
You never saw each other again until now.
âI sometimes wonder, how different my life would be if he had lived.â Austin said softly, looking at you.
âMe too.â You wanted to cry, but you held back. You already cried a lot to your first child. You cried in private, like a prayer.
âMaybe we shouldâve stayed married.â Austin said, almost with a hint of hopelessness. You stared up at him, a small smile on your lips.
âYou were the best of them all.â You said, a smile on your lips. For all his faults, back then he was a kid too, and he mourned in whatever way he found fit.
âWhat a terrifying thought,â he finished his Old-Fashioned and laughed once again, shaking his head as he licked his lips. âJesus Christ, donât say that.â
You laughed together again, as you had done when you were younger. As you used to do late at night. And for some hours, you were happy by his side. He took this as an opportunity to talk about him now.
âYou know, my girlfriend and I are having problems. Last thing I knew was that she fucked this comedian guy, from SNLâŠâ
As you waited for a taxi, you smoked together. Maybe this could be the last time you two saw each other. Your lives were the total opposite now. He was a successful actor with a girlfriend and you were an office worker, who spent all her time working or outside.
But you couldnât deny that when he talked, you stared at his lips, he stared at yours. The way he smoked, the way he held the cigarette.
âArenât you lonely now? I mean, youâre all alone.â Austin asked as he threw the ash on the floor.
âIâm trying to learn how to be alone. It will be my next yearâs resolution. Stay away from dating.â You chuckled, you then took a drag from your cigarette. âBut yes. I canât get lonely from time to time. I have been someoneâs wife for too long, being and living with someone changed the way you feel once theyâre gone.â
âI can relate. Kaia and Iâ we never even got to live together before everything went south. All just because of her stupid parents and her stupid pap walks. Itâs exhausting, really.â He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose with this empty hand. âAnd now that I finally put my limits. Sheâs all mad at me, with her team sending these ridiculous articles, making me the bad guy.â
âHey, itâll get better.â You said, patting his shoulder. âThatâs what you get for dating a twenty-something year old.â You patted his shoulder a bit more playfully.
You two started playing with one another, pushing each other playfully, the cigarettes on the floor already. Until he cornered you in the brick wall.
He leaned in and kissed you, you followed the kiss, at first it started slow but it escalated quickly. His tongue entered your mouth, both your tongues danced with one another, his hand went to your neck, pressing it softly. You both could taste the cigarette and liquor on your lips and mouths.
You hadnât kissed someone in so long, but it wasnât right. It wasnât. No. Not like this. No, you had promised yourself that you wouldnât say anymore.
So after a while, you pushed him off you gently. He was out of breath, he kicked his lips, his hand going to the side of your head, he leaned down.
âYou could survive another manâŠâ He basically purred out, his lips on a smirk.
âIt wouldnât work between us.â You said. Looking into his eyes.
âWhy not?â He asked, his eyes only showed confusion.
He would forget you, and you would forget him. For the love of God, never once in thirteen years did he try to contact you, and viceversa. You both would remember your baby boy, but not one another. You two would disappear into each otherâs memory until you were old and wrinkly, telling your grandchildren or whatever young person asked about your youth. Talking about how you had a shotgun wedding. Of how you two lost your baby. About how you two continued each otherâs lives like strangers.
âWeâre too different now.â You said, it was all you could mutter.
Not all the bottled up pain you had from when he just left you, grieving and alone. Nothing. You just couldnât even talk about it anymore.
He stared at you and nodded. You know what? He understood. He understood where you came from. He was a dick back then. And he couldnât expect you to jump into his arms after all the men you went through, after what you went through with him.
âItâs alright.â He said, pulling away from you. âI guess I should go back to my apartment, itâs late.â He cleared his throat and came closer to hug you. âIt was great seeing you again. I hope we see each other walking by or something. Goodbye.â
He knew he was lying. He was pleased to see you, but every time he looked at you, he saw your younger self. He saw the baby. He saw all the bad things. He loved you once. Not anymore. He had a special place for you in his memory.
But it would be the last time you two saw each other.
As you watched him walk away, you took deep breaths. That was it. You were alone once again. As you had been before he walked into the café. You had no one to turn to tomorrow.
As a taxi pulled to the side, you got in and told the driver the address of the hotel you were staying at.
You were all on your own.
I wonât have any free time from now on so⊠Iâll try to really write whenever I have time.
#austin butler#austinbutler#austin butler fanfiction#austin butler imagine#austin butler fic#austin butler x reader#austin butler x y/n#austin butler x you#Austin butler x female!reader
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Rosquez: I walked passed a stranger today (Part 1: Drunk)
âYou know... I walked passed a stranger today" Vale said, his mind clearly not in the room with them anymore.
He was laying in his armchair, his back no longer against the back of the chair. His was ass close to falling over.
He felt weirdly on edge. He could fall any second but he didn't really care. He liked this position.
His eyes were unfocused. There was a glaze in his pupils that could be tears. But he hadn't cried. Not yet at least. Maybe it was the alcohol that was haunting his system. There was an almost empty bottle of scotch on the table and barely anything to go with it.
âHappens a lot" Uccio supplied, not really interested in whatever drunk thoughts his friend was producing now.
He sat across from him, holding his own drink. He was more sober than him. âThere are a lot strangers in the paddock."
He only answered because he knew that Vale wanted to talk. And Vale didn't like talking alone so he had to answer to not upset his friend.
âMm..." he agreed, letting his head fall back. There were a lot of people in the paddock. All over the world. He kept meeting new people. New strangers.
They greeted him and then went on. He never saw them again, most of them. Some returned. Some were lingering around for a while. And some became his friend.
But this stranger was something more. Something deeper. There was no way to describe it. He was just himself. Him in their weird dynamic.
Vale leaned with his head back. He was pressed against the cushion as he felt the material against his hair.
He thought about nothing. His head was empty. No thought crossed his mind. It was relaxing. No thoughts. Head empty. No worries.
He let the air freeze for a moment. He let time pass hoping it would stay.
But he couldn't help but let his thoughts return to that moment. He was replaying it in his mind. He saw it clearly infront of him like it was happening right this moment.
Quick steps. He hurried more after spotting him. He was trying to get away, wasn't he? Because of him? Maybe. He couldn't hold it against him after all he did.
But he didn't like that thoughts so he came up with other ideas.
Maybe he had a meeting he had to get too. He wouldn't want to be late. No no no. He had always tried to be on time.
Maybe his brother was waiting somewhere, joking about him never being on time. Surely. He hated leaving Alex somewhere alone. He hated not being able to see his baby brother and talk to him about everything.
Vale knew that feeling all to well. Being able to spent time with Luca was special and Marc shared this feeling with Alex.
Maybe, maybe, maybe...
There were so many possibilities. He could make up dozens of dozens excuses and they were all as wrong as they were right because he would never know the truth.
He couldn't ask. He couldn't find out because he had no longer a right to know what was going on. He was a stranger to him.
He was no longer allowed to reach out with his hand and grab his wrist and pull him in a dark corner to kiss him.
He was no longer allowed to send him annoying texts asking where he is and what he was doing. Asking when he was done and when they could finally meet again.
He was no longer his.
âBut it was weird" he said out loud again.
He had looked at the stranger and he instantly knew all about him.
At least he knew everything about the man he used to be. The man he was a few years ago, back then when they were so much more than now. Back then, when he would be sitting next to him or in his laps, getting drunk with him.
He knew that man inside out. He still did. He never forgot a detail. But now those details weren't true anymore. And those that were still true weren't the whole picture.
So he didn't know him.
He could draw every scar with closed eyes on his naked body. He could pinpoint every mole on his skin.
He could tell him everything about his favorite show, favorite film. He could name every single thing he liked and hated and give an explanation as to why.
He could fill books after books about him, just writing about him and never mentioning someone else and it still would not even come close to his perfection.
Nothing would ever came close enough to describe how much he loved him.
He always did and always would, no matter how much he tried to deny it.
He loved him when he was pressing him against a motorhome and when he dragged him back to his bed in Tavullia. He loved him when he was joking around with his kids. He loved him when they disagreed and when they made up. He loved him when he was driving him mad and all he wanted to do was scream and yell at him.
He loved him.
He loved him when their lips met and he was not thinking about anything else other than the taste of the younger man.
âWhy was it weird?" Uccio asked non challent.
For a moment he paused.
Uccio.
What influence did he really had in all this? Wasn't he the one his lover had said he would despite him? Wasn't he the first one to question the younger man despite everything?
He tried thinking it over. He tried looking through his mind but whenever Marc was there, that's where his focus where. He couldn't function. He couldn't think straight. He could see what really happened back then.
But Uccio was his best friend. He couldn't remember a life without him. He could trust him. He always could trust him.
He knew that and he didn't dare to question that.
âBecause I knew him better than I knew myself. I knew what he did. What he was thinking... I even knew the way he was breathing, could have recognized it anyway..." he said his voice sounded more stranded than ever before.
He. Marc.
Marc. Marc. Marc.
He had seen how much his Marc had suffered because of him. At the end he had bought him nothing but pain. The one person he claimed to love the most, who he wanted to hold close and never let go, the man he wanted to protect against everything, was eventually almost destroyed by him.
âBut I didn't know I would be capable of putting Marc through something like that."
And with that the subject was closed. Vale stopped talking. Uccio didn't asked. They never talked about it. The next time the talk would resurface would be with the next drunk talk.
Nothing more.
Marc would never know... Or would he?
#motogp#motogp rpf#ray's writing#marc marquez#valentino rossi#uccio salucci#rosquez#Rosquez divorce#This was actually supposed to be part of the winter writing challenge but here it is
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Hi peach â€ïž Mrs pasta checking in
Itâs been a long week, huh? If youâre in the USA, like some of us, đ”âđ« but Iâm going to avoid the politics talk.
I hope you are faring well despite everything.
I have no shade to throw today but I do want to remind some people on here in the midst of a lot of toxicity (not politics related). Thereâs a small group on here that has turned into a hilarious mix of haters/antis/no longer sure what theyâre supposed to be but theyâre 100% counterproductive. Imagine being that bored with your own life you spend your days torturing yourself following someone you âhate.â But I guess some people like being miserable.
Ramen, try as he might, is not a very good liar and I donât think he would make a convincing salesman đ€Ł but I do think that he filmed a movie in 2022 and it was delayed a year to release, and now that some are feeling extra in their feelings about him, are seeking confirmation through searching the internet for bad reviews on his film so they can project more negativity onto him.
Heâs actively worked on three (still working on the third) projects this year. None of these projects have been released and I donât believe theyâve confirmed any release date for these films either (correct me if Iâm wrong).
So if thatâs the case, I think itâs wise to wait things out and see how the rest of these projects pan out and whatever he decides to do next. bemoaning and groaning on a movie that was filmed 2 years ago as a yardstick of a personâs current life and career is a bit of an interesting choice. I think most of his fans knew this movie wasnât going to be an awards darling by any means and especially knowing that the rock and his crew are behind this..how is anyone surprised if itâs a goofy overblown exaggeration of a ride?
Besides, the actors that work on this film are all professionals. They all do this for a living and promoting a silly goofy probably not going to be a hit with critics movie and playing along with the silliness is part of the job.
Marketing. PR. Yes yes itâs all mostly lies and manipulation. A lot of us have tried telling some of you that Hollywood is a business first, and everything else second. If you sit here upset that a celeb would possibly play up or even âlieâ about something while promoting a film, then you may want to get out of this fandom and check the rest of the world.
This is not me being mean or invalidating other peopleâs feelings. Iâm just telling you all as someone who works in an industry thatâs all about manipulation and selling, myself. I do it because itâs a job. I donât agree with everything but they pay me. I separate my own personal feelings from my work and then I go home. Life moves on no matter what.
Peach, thank you for being ramenâs shining beacon of support. They really ought to start paying you and anni for the work you both do for this fandom.
đâ€ïž
Be well
Mrs. Pasta! I was hoping you would drop in this week because what a week we've had! But yes, there's a reason that I avoid politics here, and that's because this is my escape. And like most of us, we're just not in the best place.
Unfortunately it does seem to have a heavy dose of toxicity in our little corner on tumblr. I think there's quite a few groups that are a bit counterproductive instead of just enjoying the plethora of content we've been gifted, but hey ho.
Ramen is one of the worst liars I have seen. And I'm not sure what that means sometimes. This movie was filmed in 2022, and carried on into 2023, and of course, was originally set to released Christmas 2023, but who knows what was going on behind the scenes for it to be delayed until this holiday season. This movie was also never going to be a critical success. Movies like this are meant to be for audience success, but what do I know?
I actually find it quite commendable that he's been able to make himself be so busy this year with work. Compared to what his tone was in the GQ interview fall 2023, this is a stark difference. He's showing that there is work to be had if you want it. He's taking on smaller roles, and he still seems proud of that fact. However, as of yet, there is no release date for any of these projects filmed this year. I suspect Honey, Don't release should be announced soon-ish.
And I think you're right about expectations on Red One. Judging the trailers, I think we're getting exactly what I thought we would be getting. It looks like a fun, goofy, not too serious Christmas movie. And honestly, I love those. Not every movie was meant to be a critical darling, or be awarded. Sometimes you just want to have a good time.
I think if most people would look at Hollywood as a business everyone would be better off. It is just lipstick and rouge, and they show us what they want us to see. Sometimes there's some cracks in the foundation, and we see a bit of the lies and manipulations. And in this case this is a family movie, so to no surprise some people are playing up the family aspect of it all. Interesting, and yet not, all at the same time.
Sometimes you have to pick and choose what you want to see, hear, learn, and you just have to learn it's not that serious at the end of the day. It's entertainment, and when you look at it as such, you have a lot more fun. And honestly, a lot of us have been entertained lately.
Ooh, you got to watch talking about pay on here, it sends the wrong message, and people like to call you the p word. Anne and I, and so many of our mutuals and followers, just want to have fun. Isn't that was a fandom space, such as tumblr is supposed to be about? Not about constant drama and arguing, but enjoying an entertainer? Their work? Getting excited about public appearances? Spreading memes, gifs, and works of fiction?
Mrs. Pasta, as always it's a pleasure. And I look forward to your next drop in. As always, take care!
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me watching anirudhâs new tiktok and not being able to process a single word that he said bc he looks so pretty
#okay i watch it properly and listen idk the video itself is recent#i watched it*#or if he just posted#it now and it was filmed a while ago or something#but ravi season eight is not looking good#it doesnât seem like heâs been on set at all#gonn cry to myself about it brb#but he was so pretty and so funny
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so recently
ive been into youtube vloggers but ive realized that they need to be a very specific type of vlogger for me to gaf about them.... so they need to be asian women (or at the very least like. a woman of color) BUT they can't be korean. because that shit hits TOO CLOSE TO HOME... i was just watching this korean girl vlogger and i swear to god she just went into the exact daiso that i live near and went to LAST WEEK. and shes staying at a hotel that ive literally been at and they were in the streets that i walk nearly every day.... like that is too close to home i cant watch it
#its the same thing with like. i cant watch vlogs if theyre from my classmates at university#like sorry i cant support your vlogger dreams i just cant watch you film a video about a building i go to class in every day#just something about having a part of your life displayed on youtube and having to watch it from a third person perspective while simultane#ously knowing everything about that place.... its such a disconcerting feeling i cant explain why i feel this way#and by the way this vlogger is actually incredibly famous but i hadnt watched any of her content until today and GUESS WHAT. I LITERALLY SA#HER AT THE HAN RIVER LIKE A COUPLE WEEKS AGO. like passed right by her and her family#didnt like. speak to her or anything bc i hadnt ever watched her shit and only knew her face but now i know that this random vlog i was wat#hing was filmed on the very same week i saw her in town. like what the fuck..... its so weird
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so uh. that 2.2 Special Program, huh
#hsr#honkai star rail#hsr 2.2#hsr spoilers#hsr leaks#the body of this post reads as far less enthusiastic than i really am#i just donât know how to casually return from my latest 2 week hiatus only to gush abt a game iâve hardly blogged abt before#but iâm not making a whole ass sideblog for it like i did for Genshin. nah yâall r gonna bear witness to my fixation with this one#so anyways donât mind me. vibrating into another dimension with anticipation for the next 11 days#itâs insane man. a year ago i Never ever woulda thought iâd be so invested in this game. and it took Months for the game to really grab me#but iâm v glad i kept coming back even when i was struggling to really get into it. like i just had this feeling that if i stuck around and#gave the game a chance to really like. come into its stride. i just always felt like there was Something there and i just hadnât found it#and holy shit i finally found it in Penacony. the devs really truly outdid themselves with this region and these characters and this story#not to discount everything thatâs happened prior. like i was genuinely Liking it all before now but i wasnât Loving it yâknow#but that may be more a âme having to fight tooth nâ nail to force myself to consume new mediaâ thing than it is a matter of the actual game#anyways i came here to talk abt the program! bc since iâm not filming my HSR stuff iâm gonna be insufferable abt it on Tumblr instead ! :)#and iâm probably not filming any more Genshin stuff. or anything else at all for that matter but letâs not talk abt that dead dream#pun not intended lmao. Anyways letâs return to the subject at hand while thereâs still room left in these tags shall we#iâm so fucking glad they had Aventurine on this program man. especially since heâs leaked to only have 18 lines in 2.2⊠it was nice to see-#-him here at least đ„č iâll take what i can get. his unenthusiastic little bird noises at the beginning.. him being reluctant to come out..#the way one of the first things to come out of his mouth was âyâknow DR RATIO once told meâŠâ like boy we get it ur in love with him đ (/J!)#i love how they canât go on these programs w/o talking abt each other itâs adorable. AND THE WAY HE WAS THE ONE TO EXPLAIN BOOTHILLâS KIT!?#they canât just fuel my crackship like this⊠god and his whole âmuddle-fudger.. son-of-a-nice-lady?â thing had me wheezing#Aven mocking Boothillâs inability to curse was not on my special program bingo card but fuck iâm here for it#and Robin being all curious abt him was so cute.. âwho /is/ he? ⊠does he order milk at the bar?â iâm crying sheâs so sweet#also the trailer was fucking insane. which feels redundant as hell bc all of HoYoâs version trailers go hard but like. still. wow.#that millisecond long shot of Boothill surveying the skyline is so fucking good. also what the fuck is Jing Yuan doing here!!#not complaining at all tho. weâve got JY & DH(IL?). Argenti(?). Boothill. Sunday. Aven. all my men r here and i am eating so fucking good#Seven.txt#viddy game stuff
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Various images of things
#image commentary in tags once again since they don't allow captions anymore and I feel weird using the alt text for that --#1. PIBBINS.... cheering clapping hooting hollering glorious applause everytime I see a pigeon in public#2. Birthday card that I drew for someone. .. kittys...#3. 2023's annual haul of tiny white pumpkins.. i get at least one white pumpkin every year around fall when they have pumpkins in stores#because I just love the color and texture ... bright white and smooth and cold and round.. kind of like a volleyball or something#4. A brief adventure into watching big brother (only earlier seasons of course as I hate all reality shows post like 2013 or something when#they became overly focused on social media and overproduced memeable phrases more.. like even though ALL reality shows have always#been extremely fake and annoying and mindless it's like..... newer stuff seems A Different Kind Of Fake or something) since whenever#I'm sick sometimes I find weird mindless things like that to watch (that one time I had bronchitis I watched all of Flavor of Love in my#half awake illness stupor and now everytime I heat up canned minestrone soup (mostly all I ate that week) I think of flavor flav since#thats just a weird brain connection I have now lol) ANYWAY.. I was sick and watched like 2 seasons of this and then thought it was too#uninteresting and obnoxious to continue (more like 1 and a half since I skipped the rest of one once only boring people were left) BUT this#one guy had a very mischevious looking face and he also said a few things (like the above captioned speech) that sounded like dialogue#some fantasy character would say.. so I took a screencap of him and edited him into a mischevious wizard i guess.?? idk I was sick lol#~your little friend has a poisoned tongue~ is just a very unexpectedly serious sounding wording for some random normal#frat dude looking guy to say while casually chatting on a reality tv show in like 2008 or whenever that was filmed lol#5. FLUFFY CLOVERS!! I'd never seen them be furry and soft before?? inchresting..#6. Noodle sitting in bed with the cat figurines looming above him... the council of kittys...#7. McDonald's full breakfast platter + asparagus + strawberries & cream (also of course this is old and I am now boycotting mcdonalds etc)#i try to group the images somewhat consistently like.. winter stuff with winter stuff or summer stuff with summer stuff#but I have so many random pictrues floating around on my computer that I never post that sometimes some are not organized or just#thrown into a set because there's nowhere else for them. Like the pigeon picture is from like 3 years ago for example lol#8 & 9 - I think I've posted these before but I just find them very interesting looking flowers. whenever they happen to be blooming#I'll pick up a few when I'm out on walks or etc. ... poof ball looking things#photo diary
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Iâm having thoughts about Lady Macbeth and god help me if i cannot find the version of the film I am thinking of because I will start biting
#specifically i'm talking about the 2010 version lol#my mom had me watch it years ago and i remember very little#but i am currently experiencing mild brainrot from finishing Harlots a bit ago#and i found out that the reason I vaugely recognized the actress is in fact because I had seen her before#And now i wanna see what the films vibes are cause Macbeth is fun#and also because i am very gay for unhinged womenTM so like several winning combos that i am so normal about#I have had zero luck with various internet sources#but apparently one of the libraries loosely connected with my local one has a dvd copy so I can potentially do an interlibrary loan#because while i am very gay i refuse to pay money to watch something once online instead of owning it unless there is good reason
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somewhat pleased to announce that in case someone wanted to know, and i really don't see why they wouldn't, the cameras that atz use in the cawaii men photoshoots are
fujifilm simple ace p&s camera (for taking photos), and
most probably? pentax spotmatic (the one hj, sh and jh pose with)
#YOUNG PEOPLE NOWADAYS!!! they're wasting film like pros :''')#shrimp thoughts#actually this is terribly artificial behaviour. i was not organically possessed by the urge to check what kinda camera are they posing with#but i DID think it would be funny if i did and then acted like it's a completely normal thing to do. hence.#i should learn up on hj's photography... he did have an exhibit a while ago after all#i'm curious about the pics the guys took with the fuji cameras! what % of them was unsalvageable lol#i know it was probably cold/late/both outside and that they were on a schedule but yknow what they say#or maybe they don't. but anyway the person who picked up THING three seconds ago acts like they know everything there is to know about#THING. and so. as this very person. i'd like to say the pics would probably be better if they could take them outside? you can see#the p&s all have flash but still! oh also that reminds me of my minor gripe w/ atz photoshoots namely. they're All Indoors#well not ALL all but sooo many of them are and it pains me because i love outdoorsy photoshoots#like the one in the diary ver of fever 3 or the second part of the fever epilogue diary ver#...and fever 2 diary ver too. wait are diary versions just More outdoorsy/less Studio Photography? HM#but anyway! i just like when models can interact/blend in with their surroundings. it's always much more interesting when there's something#Else going on in the photo than just one color background/the walls of a room. this is why i loved l**na's predebut album photoshoots becau#*because each was in a different location! several different locations even! sometimes you'd even get a photo that has no people in it#simply because the surroundings are so pretty!#oooh now that i think about it d-day is like that too. yoongi heard me grumbling abt how much i hate those empty pages in bt/s albums#and went Not On My Watch lol#anyway. sorry i'm rambling for no reason gkhsfgkjfsf
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Before starting T, when I socially transitionned, I was surrounded by radical feminists who saw masculinity as gross and inherently evil, something to avoid, something to make fun of, something to destroy. The other transmascs in my friend group, sometimes, told me that they didnât knew if they really were non-binary or if they just were scared shitless of saying âI am a manâ. Because they saw this as a betrayal to their younger self who had been SAd and abused.
I saw many of my masc friends and trans men around me hate themselves, not outing themselves as men because it would imply so so much, it was like opening the Pandora Box. Even when we were just together, talking about our masculinity was always coated with bits like âI know weâre the privileged ones butâŠâ, âI donât want to sound like I have it bad butâŠâ, âWomen obviously have it worse, but last timeâŠâ and we were talking about terrible traumas we experienced while taking all the precautions in the world in the case the walls were a crowd of people in disguise waiting to get us if we didnât downplay the violence we faced, or like crying and being upset and being traumatized and afraid and scared and to say it out loud would make us throw up the needles we were forced to swallow every second of every day living in our skin.
Most of us werenât on T yet, some of us were catcalled every day and harassed in the streets or in abusive relationships nobody seemed to care to help them get out of because they were âstrong enoughâ to do it by themselves.
I was using the gender swap face app and cried for ours when I saw my father looking back at me through the screen. The idea of transforming, of shedding into a body that would deprive me of love, tenderness, and safety, was absolutely terrifying. I knew I couldnât stay in this body any longer because it wasnât mine, but I also knew that if I was going to look like my dad, my brother, my abusers, it would be so much worse.
5 years later and Iâm almost 2 years on T, and almost 2 months post top surgery.
I ditched my previous group of friends. I was bullied out of my local trans community. But let me tell you how free I am.
I was scared that T would break my singing voice: it made it sound more alive than ever.
I was scared that T would make me less attractive: it made me find myself hot for the first time in my life.
I was scared that T would make me gain weight: it did. But the weight I put on is not the weight I used to put on by binging and eating my body until I forgot that it even existed. Itâs the weight of my body belonging to me, little by little. The wolf hunger for life.
I wonât tell you the same story I see everywhere, the one that goes âI started going to the gym 8 times a week, I put on some muscles, I started a diet and now I look like an action film actorâ, in fact if you took pictures of me from 5 years ago vs now Iâd just have more acne, Iâd have longer hair and still look like I donât know what to do with myself when I take selfies.
But the sparkle in my eyes, my smile, tell the whole story way better than this long ass stream of words could ever.
I want to say some things that I wish someone told me before starting medically transitionning.
Itâs okay to take your time. Itâs your body, itâs your journey, if you donât feel comfortable taking full doses and want to go slow, the only voice you need to listen to is your own. Do what feels right.
If you feel overwhelmed, itâs okay to take a break, itâs okay to ask for support.
Trans people are holy. Everyone is. You didnât lose your angel wings when you came out because you want to be masculine. You are not excluded from the joy of existence, from being proud of yourself, from being sad, from being scared, from being angry. The emotions and feelings you allowed yourself to feel while processing what you experienced when you grew up as a girl and was seen as a woman are still as valid as before. Nobody can take that from you. If someone tries to, donât let them.
Itâs perfectly normal to grieve some things you were and had before you started to transition, like your high soprano voice or even your chest. Hatching is painful. You can find comfort in things that donât feel right, so making the decision to change can be incredibly scary and weird and you deserve to be heard and supported through this. Wanting top surgery doesnât make the surgery less intense, less terrifying, less painful to recover from. When it becomes too much you have the right to take a break and take some deep breaths before going on.
You donât have to have a radical, 180° change for your transition to be acceptable or valid or worthy of praise. Look at how far youâve come already. It doesnât have to show, youâre not made to be a spectacle, youâre human and it is your journey.
Oh, and last thing, you know when some people say âOh this trans person has to grow out of the cringy phase where you think that you can write essays about being trans or transitionning or just their experience because itâs weirdâ ? If you ever hear this or see this online, remember all the people whose writing you read and, even if they were not professional writers, helped you more than any theorists did ? If you want to write, do it. It wonât be a waste. It can help people. Or it wonât, and even then, if it helped you, thatâs enough.
Love every of my trans siblings, take care of yourselves. You deserve the world.
#ftm#ftx#genderqueer#transgender#lgbtqiaplus#lgbtqia#queer#trans#trans man#transmasc#trans masculinity#transmasculine#queer masculinty#trans men#trans writing#trans writers#trans pride#transblr#queer writers#queer artist#queer community#queer pride#lgbtq#non binary#genderfluid#lgbtq community#enby#enby pride#trans nonbinary#gor3sigil.txt
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Some random user liked a post of me complaining about my neighbours earlier and f that user cause why are my neighbours playing music and screaming at pass 3am out of a sudden itâs like they predicted it
#if I wasnât so shy I would knock on that door so fucking bad#they were told next time they do something like that they are force to move#AND THEY ARE STILL DOING IT ?!?!#after 11pm thereâs suppose to be no loud music no screaming#but they got people over at 11pm exactly and start partying#and it wasnât even that loud the later in got into the night the harder they start being loud#and I can hear the boom boom to my room I never hear the boom boom to my room ?!?!#itâs that loud tonight#our walls are too thin or my ears are to good at picking up sound idk whatâs the answer#i was suppose to go to sleep 30 minutes ago but Iâm mad I need to get this out of my chest đ#Idk if my dad will send a text to our landlord though heâs kind of exhausted complaining to her and valid everyoneâs annoying đ#and we donât want them to be force to move we just want peace we will feel so bad but they canât continue like that đ#and also I heard a loud banging earlier I got scared to death I think it was my dad banging on the ceiling#the neighbours above have pretty sure change place so they girl is waking up my parents instead of me đ„Č#but unless me my dad is not afraid to tell them đ#i get snoring but once I have my earplug I donât hear the woman itâs okay but my poor parents at least Iâm home while they work :(#even I was sleeping 6 hours cause of her it also sucked for me but not as bad as them#anyway got to sleep itâs 3:30 Iâm more relax now with my earplug I wonât see them đ#i have video evidence in case my landlord want one I film the time so they canât say itâs not true#i feel like a goddamn Karen and I hate it đ#maybe we complain too much or maybe I just feel to bad to think correctly if itâs really that bad or not đ#i almost prefer my ex neighbors and I hated those guys too bdjsbjdbs#i do miss our friend above though đ„Č he call my dad this week they are doing fine Iâm glad đ„°#alex.txt
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Copy Right and Public Domain in 2024
Happy 2024 all! its also Public Domain Day! a magical holiday here in America where things enter the public domain. Works published in the year 1928 (or 95 years ago!) have entered the public domain, which means they belong to us, all of us, the public!
Mickey's Back!
Yes! I'm sure you've heard, but Mickey Mouse (and Minnie Mouse too) is entering the Public Domain today. This has been news for a few years and indeed Disney's lobbying in the late 1990s is why our copy right term is SO long. So what exactly is now public domain?
Most people know about Mickey's first appearance Steamboat Willie, but a second short film, Plane Crazy was also released in 1928 so will also be public domain. So what's public? well these two films first of all, you're allowed to play them, upload them to YouTube or whatever without paying Disney. In theory you'll be allowed to cut and sample them, have them playing in the background of your movie etc. Likewise in theory the image of Mickey and Minnie as they appear (thats important) in these films will be free to use as well as Mickey's character as he appears in these works will be free to use. Now Mickey's later and more famous appearance
will still be protected. Famously the Conan Doyle Estate claimed that Sherlock Holmes couldn't be nice, smile, or not hate women in works because they still held the copyright on the short stories where he first did those things even though 90% of Sherlock Holmes stories were public domain. It's very likely Disney will assert similar claims over Mickey, claiming much of his personality first appeared in works still copyrighted.
Finally there's copyright vs trademark. Copyright is total ownership of a piece of media and all the ideas that appear in it, copyright has a limited set term and expires. Trademark is more limited and only applies to things used to market and sell a product. You can have a Coke branded vending machine in your movie if you want, but it couldn't appear anywhere in the trailer for your movie as thats you marketing your movie.
Where trademark ends and copyright begins and how trademarked something in the public domain is allowed to be are all unsettled areas of law and clearly Disney in the last few years as been aggressively pushing its trademark not just to Mickey in general but Steamboat Willie Mickey in particular
Ultimately the legal rights and wrongs of this might not matter so much since few people have the money and legal resources of the Walt Disney corporation so they might manage to maintain a de facto copyright on Mickey through legal intimidation, but maybe not?
And Tigger Too!
All the talk about Mickey Mouse and Steamboat Willie has sadly overshadowed other MAJOR things entering the public domain today. Most people are aware Winnie the Pooh entered the public domain in 2022, but they might not realize his beloved friend Tigger didn't. Thats because Tigger didn't appear till A. A. Milne's second (and last) book of Pooh short stories, The House at Pooh Corner in 1928.
Much like Mickey Mouse only what appears in The House at Pooh Corner is public domain so the orange bouncy boy from the 1960s Disney cartoon is still on lock down. But the A. A. Milne original as illustrated by E. H. Shepard is free for you to use in fiction or art. His friend Winnie the Pooh has made a number of appearances since being freed, most notably in a horror movie, but also a Mint Mobile commercial so maybe Tigger too will have a lot of luck in the public domain.
Other works:
Peter Pan; or the Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up
Peter Pan is a strange case, even though the play was first mounted in 1904, and the novelization (Peter and Wendy) was published in 1911, The script for the play was not published till 1928 (confusing!) meaning while the novel as been public domain for years the play (which came first) hasn't been, but now it is and people are welcome to mount productions of it.
Millions of Cats
The oldest picture book still in print, did you own a copy growing up? (I did)
Lady Chatterley's Lover
The iconic porn novel that was at the center of a number of groundbreaking obscenity cases in the 1960s and helped establish your right to free speech.
All Quiet on the Western Front and The Threepenny Opera in their original German (but you can translate them if you want), The Mystery of the Blue Train by Agatha Christie, and Orlando by Virginia Woolf will also be joining us in the public domain along with any and all plays, novels, and books published in 1928
for Films we have The Man Who Laughs who's iconic image inspired the Joker
Charlie Chaplin's The Circus, Buster Keaton's The Cameraman, Should Married Men Go Home? the first Laurel and Hardy movie, Lights of New York the first "all talking" movie, The Passion of Joan of Arc, The Wind, as well as The Last Command and Street Angel the first films to win Oscars for Best Actor and Best Actress respectively will all be entering public domain
For Musical Compositions (more on that in a moment) we've got
Mack the Knife by Bertolt Brecht, Letâs Do It (Letâs Fall in Love) by Cole Porter, Sonny Boy by George Gard DeSylva, Lew Brown & Ray Henderson, Empty Bed Blues by J. C. Johnson, and Makinâ Whoopee! by Gus Khan are some of the notables but any piece of music published in 1928 is covered
Any art work published in 1928, which might include works by Frida Kahlo, Georgia O'Keeffe, Alexej von Jawlensky, Edward Hopper, and André Kertész will enter the public domain, we are sure those that M. C. Escher's Tower of Babel will be in the public domain
Swan Song, Public Domain and recorded music
While most things are covered by the Copyright Act of 1976 as amended by the Digital Millennium Copyright Act, none of the copyright acts covered recordings you see when American copyright law was first written recordings did not exist and so through its many amendings no one fixed this problem, movies were treated like plays and artwork, but recorded sound wasn't covered by any federal law. So all sound recordings from before 1972 were governed by a confusing mess of state level laws making it basically impossible to say what was public and what was under copyright. In 2017 Congress managed to do something right and passed the Music Modernization Act. Under the act all recordings from 1922 and before would enter the public domain in 2022. After taking a break for 2023, all sound recordings made in 1923 have entered the public domain today on January 1st 2024, these include.
Charleston by James P. Johnson
Yes! We Have No Bananas (recorded by a lot artists that year)
Whoâs Sorry Now by Lewis James
Down Hearted Blues by Bessie Smith
Lawdy, Lawdy Blues by Ida Cox
Southern Blues and Moonshine Blues by Ma Rainey
That American Boy of Mine and Parade of the Wooden Soldiers by Paul Whiteman and his Orchestra
Dipper Mouth Blues and Froggie More by King Oliverâs Creole Jazz Band, featuring Louis Armstrong
Bambalina by Ray Miller Orchestra
Swinginâ Down the Lane by Isham Jones Orchestra
Enjoy your public domain works!
#Copyright#public domain#public domain day#2024#happy new year#Disney#mickey mouse#minnie mouse#Tigger#Winnie the Pooh#Peter Pan#Charlie Chaplin#buster keaton#cole porter#louis armstrong#M. C. Escher
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Filthy
Summary: After a long mission, Bucky needs you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger F. Reader
Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY.
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"Would it be too crazy if we slept together?" Your sweet voice replayed over and over in his mind. He hadn't flat out refused your offer, but he hadn't said yes either. Now as he laid under the rubble of the bomb Hydra had detonated, it was all he could think of.
You were friends, one of the only people besides Steve to make him feel welcome on the Avengers. The others were wary of him, and he didnât blame them. He had done unforgivable things as The Winter Soldier. Now he was fighting for the right cause. He couldn't help the reoccurring nightmares of the horrors he encountered in his past. He didn't want to get too comfortable in his new life, the one Steve helped him obtain because he was scared The Winter Soldier was still lurking around in his brain somewhere.
That's why he never dated. Sam would tease him, telling him he could have anybody he wanted, but he settled for his hand every night. Bucky couldn't afford to get too close to anyone. Especially someone who was weaker than him like the opposite sex. He was scared he would lose control while being intimate and hurt or even kill his partners. So he never let anyone get too close, until you.
You came bouncing into his life unexpectedly. You were brought on the team shortly after him. He would never forget your first day. Steve introduced you to everyone at the morning meeting. You were all smiles, your bubbly personality instantly drawing him in. The others were making comparisons between the two of you immediately. You were so happy, so upbeat all the time and Steve was the only one who could get Bucky to crack his cold exterior and actually smile.
Despite your differences, you got along great. Which was a bonus since Tony liked to pair you together for missions. You worked well together, complimenting each other in ways you had never thought of. Who knew almost dying together every week can cause you to form close bonds? You were spending all your free time together. You introduced him to your favorite films, some of them were awful, but he would never tell you that. You would stay up late together watching old reruns of 90's sitcoms for comfort after long missions. Bucky would go shopping with you, holding every bag you had and never complaining.
The team thought something was going on between you. Why else would the cold super soldier follow you around like a lost puppy? They put Steve up to asking about it, but Bucky denied anything but friendship. There had never been anything happen in the whole year you knew each other. You never sat too close or crossed any boundaries, never thought about it until a month ago.
One of the longest, most dangerous missions you had ever been on finally came to a close. There had been too many casualties and you were upset. Even the comfort of your warm pajamas and favorite movie didn't ease your mind. Bucky thought you needed to be alone, so he told you goodnight and headed for his room. You called after him pleading him to stay with you. You couldn't be alone, not after that.
He hesitated, he never stayed the night with anyone because of his nightmares. Tony even gave him a pass when a mission required room sharing. He was the only one who didn't have to pair up. He was afraid he might hurt you or scare you during his sleep. He tried to tell you, but you couldn't be swayed. He found himself under your fluffy pink comforter on heart shaped pillows, surrounded by a mountain of stuffed animals but he felt oddly at home.
You tried to cuddle up to him, but he scooted away. He didn't want you too close to him while he was asleep just in case he had a nightmare. But you didn't care. You told him if he attacked you in his sleep, you would blast his dick off. That made him a little less worried. "How do Tony and Clint do it?" You asked as you wrapped your arms around him, trying to snuggle the grumpy super soldier. "Do what?" He relaxed a little under your touch. "The whole normal family thing. They have a wife, kids, the works, and they are the only ones. The rest of us can't keep a relationship for more than a month, and some only do one night stands. It's hard being a hero when you have to give up stuff like that."
Bucky considers your words carefully. "Is that something you want?" You throw your leg over him, trying to get comfortable. "Eventually, I want to settle down. I'm thinking at least ten years from now, not any time soon. It's just hard to tell who is asking you out for the right reasons or because you're famous. I can't tell you how many phones I've destroyed after dates because they were trying to live stream the whole thing. Is that why you don't date?"
Bucky tenses, explaining how his past as The Winter Soldier scared him away from anything like that. "So you haven't been having sex because you're scared you will hurt someone?" He nods and you giggle. Bucky looks at you like you've grown a second head. "I'm sorry Bucky, that's ridiculous. Your arm must be so tired! Oh my God! Do you use the metal one?" His silence makes you laugh harder. "Bucky there are super powered women you could have been sleeping with this whole time. People who could at least put up a fair fight if something like that happened, but you're okay now right? I thought the code words didn't work anymore." You rub his back soothingly.
You gasp as an idea hits you. "Would it be too crazy if we slept together?" It was like word vomit. You didn't mean to say it out loud, but you couldn't take it back now. Bucky is so still that you think he's fallen asleep. Thankful he didn't hear your unhinged suggestion, you lay your head down to go to sleep.
"You mean that?" Bucky asks after a few minutes of silence pass. "If it wouldn't hurt our friendship then, why not? I trust you. And I could hold my own if things went sideways. Plus, I'm a lot hotter than your hand, you have to admit that." The quip earned a chuckle from him. "Can I think about it?" He asks, his seriousness taking over. "Of course." You snuggle back into him, sleep finding you more quickly than you would've liked. That was a little over a month ago, neither of you brought it up afterward. You figured he didn't want to hurt your feelings, so you let it go.
Steve grabbed Buckyâs hand helping him to his feet. "I thought we lost you back there." He says leading him to the quinjet. On the ride home, Bucky thought about his life, how unhappy he had been lately. He thought of you and how he kept you at arm's length to protect you from himself. You were always so open to him, always letting him know what was on your mind. When you suggested the two of you sleep together, he was shocked. Of course, he wanted to but he couldn't. You were too sweet, he was jaded. He would end up hurting you somehow, he was sure of it. But you weren't scared of him, you trusted him.
Bucky thought of all the times he laid alone at night, masterbating when he could have went home with someone instead. He always turned them down, he couldn't risk it. He lived too dangerously. He could lose his life any moment saving the planet from the next alien attack. Wasn't it time he started living for himself? He had his mind made up when the quinjet landed. Steve told him to go get the cuts on his face and arm examined but he ignored him.
He almost ran to the elevator, not bothering to wait for Steve to get on before pressing the button to shut the doors. When it finally stopped on his floor, he walked by his room, stopping three doors down right outside of yours. He should have cared that it was three in the morning, that he would be waking you up, but he didn't. He tapped on the door loud enough to wake you.
He regretted coming straight here as he waited for you, he should have went to his room to shower first. His leather jacket was dirty and torn. There was a small gash on his arm that had finally stopped bleeding. His face was filthy and according to Steve, he had a cut there too. He probably looked terrifying. He thought about leaving to clean up, but then he heard the pitter patter of your feet as you approached the door.
You pull it open slightly at first, to see who is outside, opening it wider when you see him. He steps inside as you shut it back, locking it behind him. Bucky looks around the dark room noticing the glow from your tv. Your hair is messy, you must have been sleeping fitfully. His gaze drops to your body, you're wearing a black t-shirt that stops at your hips and black lace panties.
"Are you okay?" You ask taking in his disheveled appearance. You turn to get something to clean his wounds, his vibranium hand catches your wrist. "Bucky? What hap-" He picks you up with one arm, holding you close to his body as his lips crash into yours. He walks you to the edge of your bed, tumbling on top of you as your back hits your fluffy pink comforter.
"Do you still want this?" He asks, his voice rougher than he intended. You can't think clearly, not with him on top of you, caging you in like this. His blue eyes search your face as he waits for an answer. Your panties grow wetter with each second that passes. Your nipples are peaked under your shirt, desperate to be touched as you press your chest to his dirty leather jacket. "Yes" You somehow manage to whisper your confirmation.
His mouth is on yours again, rough and demanding, almost desperate. You cup his face with your hands, "Slow down, I'm not going anywhere." You assure him, breaking the kiss. He groans, hating the loss of contact. "Can't" He rasps, his face nuzzling against your neck. He nips and kisses the sensitive skin there, his tongue licking from your shoulder to your jaw.
His flesh hand travels to your chest, rubbing his thumb over your clothed nipple. He keeps kissing his way back down your throat until he reaches the collar of your shirt. His metal arm grabs the top, slipping underneath to get a good grip on it. He rips it down the center with little effort.
You gasp as the cold air hits your now exposed chest. But you're not cold for long, Bucky's lips capture a nipple between his lips tugging and sucking like his life depends on it while his flesh hand toys with the other one. You're not sure what has gotten into him, you never expected it to be like this, like he needs you.
He kisses a trail down your stomach to your panties. They aren't exactly see through, but they don't hide anything either. His vibranium fingers dig into your hip as he lowers his face, his pink tongue licking up the center of your soaked panties. You whimper underneath him, your fingers sliding in his hair, pulling at the short strands.
He grunts as he licks you through the lacy material. You try to close your legs around his head, hoping to bring yourself more relief. Bucky's steel grip on your hip tightens as he brings his flesh hand to your thigh, pulling it off him. He opens you wide, continuing his desperate assault on you. "I need more, please." You whine, needing to actually feel him against you.
He thankfully takes mercy on you, removing his hands to grab both sides of your panties. "Lift your hips for me." You do as your told, and he slides the unwanted garment off of you. He drags you to the edge of the bed, lowering himself on his knees in front of you. He parts your thighs, metal hand returning to its rightful place on your hip. You place your leg over his shoulder, taking a deep breath as the anticipation makes your skin prickle.
His hot breath on your soaked core makes you tremble. You feel him smirk against you. "I havent even touched you yet and you're shakin' like a leaf." A dark chuckle escapes him and he dives in. His tongue flat against you as he gathers your slick, bringing it to your clit and swirling it around. He moans, loving the way you taste. He wraps his lips around your most sensitve part, drawing you in, causing your hips to buck upward.
His grip on your hip tightens, a bruise beginning to form under his thumb. "Be a good girl for me. Stay still." His voice is soft, gentle, a complete contrast to his actions. He alternates between sucking you roughly and licking you slowly. You squirm underneath him, you're so close. He suddenly stops, removing his face from you.
His flesh hand rubbing your stomach, before laying his arm on you forcefully to keep you from moving. "I said stay still." He growls, his tongue swiping your clit before he sucks it between his lips once more. It takes every ounce of concentration you have to not writhe against him. You've never seen him like this so needy, almost feral. He's like a wild animal slurping you down like you're the first thing he's eaten in weeks. You don't dare to disturb him. So you lie as still as you can, letting him have you.
He needs this. He needs you. He flicks his tongue expertly over your clit, sendng you spiralling. He holds you down as he takes all he wants from you. He's not satisfied until you come three times. Your legs are wobbly, you couldn't get up if you had to. Tears stream down your face from how intense it was. He finally stands, unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down just enough to free himself.
He adjusts himself between your legs, filling you up. You gasp, grabbing onto his grimy leather jacket for support. You wonder why he didn't bother with getting undressed, but you don't mind. You love how dirty he is. How the filth on his jacket rubbing against your bare chest is the sexiest thing in the world right now. How you can see the cut on his arm, dried blood on his sleeve. You don't know if it's his or some Hydra asshole's, and you don't know which is hotter.
His hair is disheveled. His face is scraped, dirt from the mission caked on him, remnants of your arousal still on his mouth. He fills you completely over and over, holding you as close as he can. His pants rub the back of your thighs as he pounds into you. You caress his face, "Can I be on top?" You ask quietly, afraid you'll offend him some way in his feral state. He flips you so his back is on your mattress. Normally you would be upset that your sheets were getting dirty, but you didn't mind at all. You place your legs on either side of him, sliding down his length. Your ass hits the fabric of his jeans as you take all of him.
You look behind you noticing how big he looks on your bed. His leather boots covered in mud, hanging off the edge. A gush of arousal floods his lap, his hands hold your thighs, pulling you closer. You begin to lift yourself up and down on him, your legs still shaky from your earlier orgasms. Bucky notices you won't be able to keep it up for long, so he clutches your hips, taking over. He thrusts underneath you, your hands land on his shoulders needing to steady yourself. You love that it's giving the illusion that you're in control, your body on top of his, but he's calling all the shots, moving your body like he owns it.
You've never felt so full. It's as if Bucky can read your mind, his flesh hand pressing on the bulge he's making in your stomach. He works you harder now, his vibranium thumb coming between you to swirl your clit. Your vision goes blurry, stars bursting behind your eyelids. You come with a loud cry of his name. He follows shortly after, spilling inside you. He holds you close, as you listen to his breathing slow down as he drifts off to sleep while still inside you.
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Req: Can you write something with Ewan Mitchell and his co-star (pronounced feminine) where they are on the set of season 2 and how he is surprised by every performances that fem gives (Fem's character is bad and perverse), since since the recordings of season one he was already staring at her surprised by her actings and now with Season 2 he wants to spend more time with her, plus he likes her.
The Rehearsal// Ewan Mitchell x Fem!actress
Summary: Ewan is a method actor and it has been working fine for him. But he regrets this decision when season 2 of HOTD starts with a love scene, being partner with a lovely talented actress who propaply hates him and his mathods. But nothing is better than asking for help when one needs it, right?
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Ewan watched from the monitor, patch removed but wig still on, your close-up was impressive. One look at you and you could see all the ambitions that were going through your character's mind, and he himself regretted not having told you yet. The good news was that filming for season two had just begun, and in this new season, Ewan had the opportunity to do scenes only with you.
They shouted cut, and you immediately broke into a smile, laughing after such an intense scene. You received compliments as you were photographed to keep the raccord straight.
"Congratulations, that's a good start," the director said to you. "Remember you have a special sequence tomorrow, get a good rest."
Yes, you remembered. And Tom (who played your brother Aegon) smiled mischievously at you. It was a kissing scene with Ewan, with whom you had barely exchanged a word since the moment you were confirmed as part of the cast, a year and a half ago. You only spoke a little at the audition, which was a chemistry test, and he was a sweet, unassuming guy. When he was announced as the official actor of Aemond... it was something different. You didn't interact in the scenes in the first season, his scenes were shared more with Fabien and Tom, while you had shared scenes with Olivia and Phia (Alicent and Helaena). The chemistry your characters were supposed to have was only hinted by the placement of you both in the scene or montages of shots that you only saw once the series was released. And in the meantime, Ewan had stayed away from all those with whom he didn't share any dialogue, with the excuse of staying focused on his character. Tom had already told you numerous times that Ewan thought you were a fantastic actress, but you always responded the same way.
"If he does, let him tell me so. Then I'll be flattered.â
When the script for the second season came, both of you, in your respective homes, had your hearts skipped a beat. Your character would approach Aemond in the throne room in the middle of the night. And there they not only talk, but share a kiss that promises to go further in the following seasons. Aemond confessed his love for your character, and being that it was a story taken from the world of Game of Thrones, it was sure to end in much more intimate scenes. Normal for actors and comfortable for a cast that was so friendly and close. But with Ewan being so distant and serious? It was difficult. You didn't even dare to call him. Nor did he call you. What you did do was call Tom.
"She hasn't spoken to me once since we started filming. I've seen her look at me sometimes, like she's trying to talk to me but then, before I could say a word, she's gone quiet again. Tom...I don't think I should take being a method actor so seriously," he said to the other actor.
"It amuses me immensely to be the connecting point for both of you. Don't worry, Ewan, she's a sweetheart, and very understanding. She knows that everyone has their own procedure. So if she has respected your method, you should respect hers."
"And what is her procedure?"
"According to Phia, she loves to walk back and forth repeating her lines in a thousand ways."
Right, Ewan saw the video Phia sent around the group so everyone could see how lunatic you looked. And even there, after discovering you were being filmed, you smiled tenderly at Phia asking her to stop. What else would he have missed since you weren't talking?
You had already taken off your wig, your hair was loose and your dress had been off for quite a while. You were waiting to take off your make-up when your trailer was called. You were expecting anyone, happy to have any interaction with the wonderful team around you, but when you saw Ewan, the smile must have dropped a little.
"Sorry if I'm intruding. Is it late?" Ewan asked you as he saw your friendly greeting getting lost in the air.
It wasn't dark yet, and the next day's filming was starting early, so you genuinely didn't know what to say to him.
"Well... I have to finish off some of the lines for tomorrow.â
The lines you had to say with him, and he knew that. But since that wasn't an invitation, Ewan understood instantly and nodded.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you...it's been an awesome first day of shooting for you. It's no wonder you're a fan favorite."
That made you blush.
"Well, that means a lot coming from you."
He smiled sheepishly at you, you were taller than he was, standing on the trailer and he was on the grass a few stairs down. And yet he seemed way too big.
"I promise I'll be on time tomorrow so we'll have plenty of time to rehearse," he said, trying to get out of the strange conversation he had started.
You nodded and watched as he walked away, the patch in his hand and taking off his seatbelts. Did he come with the intention of chatting? My God, you'd had a chance to talk at length with your fellow cast member and you'd wasted it? You needed to go over the scene as much as possible!
"Ewan!" You called out to him, hanging almost on your doorstep, he turned with that agility that is so engaging on screen (and in person). "Are you done for the day?"
"I've got to get out of my costume. But...yes, I'm done."
"Would you mind..." you mumbled in an exaggeratedly loud voice for him to hear. How embarrassing. "Would you mind dropping by again to rehearse?"
Ewan stood still for a second. He watched you from afar, so affectionate and shy, totally contrary to your character, and felt a deep tenderness.
"I'll be back in half an hour," he promised you.
You looked forward to it, and you'd be lying if you didn't say that you'd put your make-up back on a bit. Ewan, on the other hand, was hurrying more than usual to remove his own clothes, forgetting to remove his fake scars in the rush that followed him. He was punctual, and in thirty and a half minutes, he was knocking on your door again.
"I really appreciate you doing this, Ewan," you said as he climbed into your trailer.
"Don't worry, it's going to be fun."
You looked at each other for a second, smiling, kind of gawking, which was nothing like the scene you had to recreate.
"How do you prepare for a scene?" You ask.
"I listen to some music. But I want to try what you do. "
He looked at you expectantly, and you suddenly felt embarrassed. Like the girls at the school function.
"So... I close my eyes, and I create a map where everything looks a little bit like the set."
"And what do we choose to be the throne?" Ewan smiled, which made you blush even more.
"Well... "There was a fully finished teacup, with the inelegantly squeezed bag next to it, dripping. You'd forgotten to clean it up completely. "That cup itself."
Ewan frowned slightly, teasingly, and nodded. The next step for you was harder to explain.
"Now, Ewan, I need some space."
He sat down on your couch, script to one side, the bastard having already memorized it all. And from there he watched live what he'd been craving for months, watching you pace back and forth. You read the annotations and your lines.
"They will never forgive our family for what I did," Ewan replied, intoning in the silky voice he gave Aemond.
"If it's any consolation, I doubt they would be willing to let us live even if we had given them the throne willingly, Aemond..." though you paced, your hands and gestures maintained theatricality, and you repeated the phrase three more times, all with trapped deliberation. "This pantomime of repentance can only convince Mother...but not me."
"What pantomime do you mean?" replied Aemond.
Then your character stopped looking at Aemond to stare at the Throne. In this case you stopped to stare at the ugly teacup. You had to hold back a smile. Ewan looked at it too.
"It's impossible to fool you, it always has been." Ewan got up from the sofa and approached you, as Aemond does with your character. "It is a crude, chaotic and ugly object, but always that which I have desired."
Then the laughter you'd been holding back escaped, unable to think of the mug as anything else. And Ewan laughed with you, all the tension disappearing instantly. Now he could understand the affection with which everyone spoke of you.
"I'm sorry, really," you said, getting serious again. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise, this is fun. I'm going to try your method. Shall we close our eyes?"
"That's right."
You closed them at the same time, thinking about the huge room, illuminated by a silver light that simulated the moon. And after a few seconds, Ewan opened his eyes to look at you. Although you didn't have your white hair, or the elegant dress, your eyes were the same, as beautiful and bright as they were behind the cameras. And he had the privilege of being the focus of your attention and having them in the foreground.
"Though I think I was always more subtle with another of my longings..." he whispered close to your lips.
"That you tried at least" you whispered back.
"When I get the throne I'll need someone as sharp as you to accompany me. There is no woman in the seven kingdoms who compares to you."
Then came the kiss. You looked into Ewan's eyes, up his nose and down to his lips. What was there left to throw yourself? Not much, but with him being so reclusive, with that being one of the few times you spoke to each other, it felt strange to pounce on him without consent. So you walked away, leaving the scene there.
"We can work this out with the director and the intimacy coordinator, if you like," Ewan suggested, a little flushed and extremely sweet.
You poured him a cup of tea while you discussed the romance that your characters might have developed over the years that the series skips. You imagined romantic scenes that might have led up to that kiss and concluded that they were a toxic couple, but possibly better than Rhaenyra and Daemon.
"You know, I love the way you act and I love that I discovered your process," he confessed. "I think the admiration part is not going to be too hard to act out."
"Oh...my process is really ridiculous, everyone laughs at me. I'm glad it at least works. But it gives me a hard time at auditions," you laughed nervously.
"Well, it's true that it's fun to watch. But it's certainly worth it. I don't think you have anything to envy the others, you're...magnetic." He said it with a seriousness that moved you, adding to his intense gaze. "I'm sorry I wasn't smart enough to tell you sooner, because I've been thinking about it since the day they put me in the same room you were in, back at the audition.â
You froze a little, so you just said what you felt in the simplest way and with the most honest smile.
"Thank you."
Ewan took the last sip of his tea and before he left you remembered one of the thousand questions you had for him.
"Is there a reason you haven't removed the scar? Something to do with method acting?"
"Scar?"
You touched his cheek, where the scar began, and Ewan understood instantly.
"Ah, gee, I completely forgot to go through makeup. I'll get a telling off tomorrow."
"Not if you sleep on it until tomorrow" you joked. "Let me help you, I love fake wounds."
You stood next to him, towering over him a little, and lifted the thin layer of silicone with the delicacy you had seen in make-up artists. You were envious of the woman who was in charge of characterising a person as curiously attractive as Ewan. He also smelled exaggeratedly good.
When you took it off, you threw it into the creepy teacup from earlier.
"I've almost run out from, the costume department before," he justified himself. You took the opportunity to wipe that part of her face with a makeup remover wipe. "I usually do this part myself..."
"I know, but I like it..."
And while you were stroking his face with the excuse of cleaning it, Ewan was watching your lips, and didn't notice that you had noticed. You pushed the wipe away, stroking his chin, and at the same time, you both pressed your lips together. A strange kiss, something special, sweet and soft. You stretched it out, standing almost still, afraid of what would happen if you broke apart. When you finally did, you looked at each other with a look of confusion, though neither you nor Ewan pulled away.
It was a dangerous idea, he was your partner, and you had been unprofessional. You broke away.
"I think you should rest. I've distracted you too much." Your tone came out agitated and Ewan rose slowly.
"No, it's all right. I liked it. I liked everything. Didn't you?" He had emphasised the word 'everything' and was looking at you with lambent eyes.
"Yes...I loved being with you."
He said goodbye with a smile of his, and you bowed at your door like a little girl. Most of the team had already gone to rest and you barely noticed.
You had to put on more concealer than usual the next day because of the lack of sleep you'd had from that strange kiss. Ewan had kept his promise and had arrived a good while earlier to re-rehearse the scene. You did it without the kiss or the lights, just with the director's instructions and with your cheeks flushed as you exchanged glances.
"Did you practice with the kiss?" the intimacy coordinator asked you.
You were completely silent. Ewan answered for you.
"Not really, maybe it's better to give a first kiss at the moment of the shot. More realism."
"Well, then I guess you've worked out the sexual tension and dynamics of your characters."
Ewan nodded and smiled, which made you smile. Had he put hours of sleep into your little meeting yesterday? Yes, he had, and he told the woman who was putting on his scar who asked him who had removed it the day before. When you returned to the set, lights on, costumes on, cameras rolling, Ewan looked at you in the distance, asking you with his eyes if you were ready. You nodded with a shy smile, and began to act when they shouted action.
Aemond, still dressed and coming from the castle library, walked into the empty throne room to watch you. You walked behind him, in a smart dressing gown, your hair loose and trying uselessly not to make a sound. Aemond then spoke aloud.
"They will never forgive our family for what I did."
You approached Ewan, who still wouldn't look at you.
"If it's any consolation, I doubt they would be willing to let us live even if we had given them the throne willingly, Aemond..." You leaned into him a little, as the director had recommended. He was so tall and so tense that you felt as safe as if you were leaning against a stone pillar. "This pantomime of repentance can only convince Mother...but not me." Then Aemond would look down to see you out of the corner of his eye, which made your character - and you - nervous.
"What pantomime do you mean?"
Then you looked at the throne, now there was no laughter to disturb you, only the terrible seat of swords before you. And Aemond was looking at it too.
"It's impossible to fool you, it always has been. It is a brutish, chaotic, ugly object, but always that which I have desired."
After a pause, he turned fully around to look at you, his height becoming primordial in that short distance. In that low light, Ewan's visible eye looked into your eyes, dropping to your lips subtly.
"Though I think I was always more subtle with another of my longings..." he whispered in his velvety tone.
"That you tried at least" you replied trying to keep your composure. If they knew how hard you were struggling not to fall to your knees at that moment they would have nominated you for an Emmy by now.
"When I get the throne I'll need someone as clever as you to accompany me. There is no woman in the seven kingdoms who compares to you."
He stroked your face gently, something that coming from Ewan was tender and expected, immensely pleasing, but then you remembered that Aemond could never be so gentle in the face of his urges, and you let your own out. You pressed yourself against him, pressing your lips together with all the assurance you had longed for the night before. You could feel Ewan intensify your kiss even more, placing his hand on your neck. All the possible kisses that had been going on in your head during the night were now dwarfed by the kiss that was happening right there. As fierce as your characters, with the longing you had just discovered that you and Ewan had shared for a year and a half.
It was only when they shouted 'cut' that you broke apart, catching your breath and barely breaking away. Some applause, chatter and comments from the team, you could hear little of what they were saying. You pulled away flushed, laughing at the sudden intensity. You looked at the director as Ewan smoothed his jacket.
"Let's look at the shot, I think it was simply perfect, congratulations."
Another round of applause, and you felt Ewan brush your unruly hair out of your face, stroking it as he ruffled your hair.
"What a pity not to have to repeat this scene..." He confessed.
"That's the thing about being so talented," you joked.
"Obviously..." he removed his patch and turned back to you to ask in a quieter voice, "although I'd love to have more private acting classes with you..."
You smiled at the hint.
"I'll give them to you if in exchange you let me remove your fake scars again."
"Deal."
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