#kids in film

[itsnotmyfaultsomepeoplecantread]

Ok first, this made my day because he really was an icon in that episode and I’m very pleased to have this knowledge (which I can now laugh at every time I think about it).

But ALSO, as I was describing this to my mom (who has not seen good omens), I realized I might have a… Hot Take™️. Like. Potentially a *really* Hot Take™️. Especially with all of the issues with the film industry right now. Bare in mind that I completely support the writers and actors striking right now, realize how difficult an industry it is to get into, and acknowledge that things desperately need to change in terms of equality on so many levels.

But here’s my thought: child actors who aren’t born into acting families are so often horribly abused, manipulated, and coerced into shit that leaves them traumatized. We have seen so many kid actors dive off the deep end as adults and end up in shit circumstances.

Why? Because they are basically being sold into acting by their parents. Their parents are making and keeping the money. And kids are a lot easier to manipulate than fully grown adults.

But think about what would happen if someone messed with David Tennant’s or Chris Hemsworth’s kid. That person would be instantly decimated and cast out of college.

Those kids grew up around acting and the industry and the complaints (I’d imagine) that the parents have. And they have their parents to back them up. They’re not just *the better option* but they’re probably going to be a lot SAFER on set than other kids.

I could totally see how nepotism babies become so important in the film industry, and families are on screen for generations. Boiling down nepotism to just being a problem of the film industry is a lot more complicated than that. It’s really, I’d imagine, just a symptom of a much deeper toxicity that permeates the whole industry.

And to be honest, as an ex-teacher, I’d rather have those famous peoples’ kids on screen than worry about kids who aren’t used to that dynamic being put in situations where they can’t stand up for themselves, because they have someone with them who knows the industry well enough to stand up for them. And they’re not just doing it so the parents can get the paycheck (and before you fight me, remember that girl from iCarly who literally wrote a book that’s title said she was glad her mom was dead and how traumatic being a child actor was for her).

I’m sure there are a lot of exceptions to this, and again, I’ll specify that I understand it’s a complicated issue. But I think maybe that other perspective has to be mentioned, because child abuse behind the scenes is a really fucking big problem still.

And all of that doesn’t even begin to discuss the other issues of how complicated it must be to have to figure out your identity when you’re growing up spending most of your time as another person. Not everyone is made for that, and for some kids it might be really difficult to get through those feelings if they’re not used to being around that to begin with.

Some states in America have literally changed laws to allow child workers again. And being an actor is still a job in any country. So please, let’s not forget the kids in the industry when we’re having these discussions of complex issues. I’m not saying it’s easy, I’m not saying that it isn’t a problem, but we have to think about every single side of this.

they really brought david tenant’s son in and said hey do you want to play a gay little boy in good omens 2. just a little camp mf. nepotism done right.

[life-in-toontown]

AMEN 🙌

[nyctosaurid]

don bluth films occupy a weird space because he's both inarguably an auteur who directs very strange, earnest, often "ugly" films but also a guy who near exclusively made movies for 8 year olds in the home video era. so basically everything he's ever done is a grimy, dreamy rumination on death and spirituality and has a direct to video sequel called something like secret of nimh 2: mrs. brisby's holiday adventure

[edains]

Rick Riordan constantly trashing the movies for not sticking to his books then releasing a show in which he rewrites everything and loses the spirit of the books entirely

[lazylittledragon]

what if i broke all the bones in your legs actually

[huiracha]

[jeondesu]

ೀ⋆ ARGUMENT WITH BF!SKZ — ( texts 💬 )

𓄴 ⋆ when your boyfriend has been constantly making you feel left out so you finally confront them about it ! ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ maknae line x f!reader 𓂅 𝓰enre/𝓽ags. smau, ANGST, mild cursing, arguing, hurt no comfort (oops), mentions of breaking up, why did i get so mad while making these as if it’s actually happening sjjdjs 😭

hyung line ver is here !

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — yayyy maknae ver. complete !! also i’m going to make an eventual part 2 of these since it was so highly requested, lmk if you wish to be tagged in the next parts <3

🏷️: @lixies-favorite-cookie @justwonder113

[youhavethesun]

*britta voice* I love me some Abed <3

[maxidentt]

͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𝓜𝖺𝗑𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗍.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏

⠀⠀[⠀✿. ]⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♟️⠀៹ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀狐狸.⠀⠀⠀⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏田野里的花 ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏& ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏♡ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇.

͏ ͏͏ ͏𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏★ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏欲望. ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏🧺 ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀

͏͏ ͏๑ ͏ ͏͏𝖽𝖺𝗒 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏𝟢𝟣, ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏🍞🥛

͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏' ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ 𝖬𝖤𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖤�� ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏♡ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏𝟤𝟢𝟢𝟣.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏

[wolfchans]

[memorabxlia]

Tied Up ━ 방찬

genre: smut summary: “It’s long enough to tie you to the bed.” warnings: language, bondage, oral (fem receiving), begging, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap up irl!), Chan is referenced as Chris in this, I most definitely forgot something pairing: boyfriend!bangchan x fem!reader wc: 1.2k a/n: DAY 12!!! nets: @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

The room smells like pine and cinnamon, a lingering reminder of the Christmas morning chaos. The discarded wrapping paper is scattered across the floor, remnants of gifts exchanged with laughter and delight. You’re perched on the edge of the bed, holding a long piece of red ribbon, about to toss it into the trash when Chris stops you.

“Hey, don’t throw that away,” he says, his voice low and teasing. His eyes gleam with mischief as he plucks the ribbon from your fingers, letting it slide through his hands like silk.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued but skeptical. “And what exactly are you planning to do with this? Tie up some more presents?”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he steps closer. His body radiates warmth, and you feel the heat of him even before he touches you. “Oh, no. This has a much better use.” He leans in, his breath brushing against your ear as he whispers, “It’s long enough to tie you to the bed.”

Your stomach flips, a mix of surprise and anticipation coiling tight inside you. “Is that so?” you murmur, your voice trembling just slightly. The idea sends a shiver down your spine, but not one of fear—no, it’s something far more electric.

Chris smirks, his hand trailing up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You’ve been teasing me all morning,” he says, his tone playful but laced with something darker, needier. “Every time you bent over to pick up a gift, every time you leaned forward to grab a cookie… you’ve been driving me crazy. And now…” He holds up the ribbon, letting it dangle between his fingers. “Now I think it’s my turn to have a little fun.”

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “And what if I say no?”

His grin widens, and there’s a glint in his eye that makes your knees weak. “You won’t.”

Before you can protest, he’s gently pushing you back onto the bed, the soft comforter cushioning your fall. The ribbon slips around your wrists, cool and smooth against your skin. You gasp as he tugs lightly, testing the knot, and then secures your hands to the headboard. The sensation is strange but thrilling, the way the ribbon bites just enough to remind you that you’re at his mercy.

“Comfortable?” he asks, his voice dripping with faux concern.

You tug experimentally at the restraints, feeling the ribbon hold firm. “Not bad,” you admit, trying to sound casual despite the adrenaline coursing through you.

Chris laughs, a deep, rich sound that fills the room. “Good. Because I’m just getting started.”

He kneels between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs. His touch is warm, possessive, and you can feel the weight of his gaze as it travels over your body. Slowly, deliberately, he traces patterns on your skin, his fingertips skimming higher and higher until they brush against the fabric of your panties.

You bite your lip, arching into his touch, but he pulls back, smirking. “Not yet,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “I want you to beg for it.”

You groan, frustration mixing with arousal. “Chris…”

“Shh,” he interrupts, pressing a finger to your lips. “Patience.”

He drags his hands back down your thighs, his touch feather-light. Then, without warning, he brings his palm down sharply against the tender flesh of your inner thigh. The sting catches you off guard, and you yelp, your hips jerking involuntarily.

“Sensitive, huh?” he teases, his voice dark with amusement. He does it again, this time on the other side, and you squirm, the sensation mingling pain with pleasure in a way that leaves you breathless.

“Chris, please,” you whimper, your voice breaking. The ribbon tightens as you pull against it, your body straining toward him.

He leans down, his lips brushing against your hipbone. “Please what?” he asks, his breath hot against your skin.

You moan, unable to form coherent words. He takes that as encouragement, his mouth moving lower, trailing kisses along the curve of your thigh. When he reaches the juncture of your legs, he pauses, his breath ghosting over your aching core.

“Tell me,” he demands, his voice a growl.

“Eat me out,” you plead, desperate for relief. “Please, Chris, please.”

He doesn’t make you wait any longer. In one swift motion, he yanks your panties aside and buries his face between your legs, his tongue delving deep into your slick folds. The sensation is overwhelming, and you cry out, your hands clenching into fists above your head.

He moans against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. His tongue flicks over your clit, fast and relentless, and you writhe beneath him, helpless under the onslaught of pleasure. Every lick, every suck, feels like it’s lighting you on fire from the inside out.

“So good,” he growls, his voice muffled against you. “You taste fucking incredible.”

His hunger is insatiable, his movements almost frenzied as he devours you like a man starved. You can feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second. Your breaths come in ragged gasps, your back arching off the bed as you hurtle toward the edge.

“Chris, I’m—” you start, but the words catch in your throat as he sucks hard on your clit, tipping you over the edge. Pleasure explodes through you, white-hot and all-consuming, and you scream his name as you come undone.

He doesn’t let up, his tongue coaxing every last drop of pleasure from your trembling body. By the time he finally pulls away, you’re a wrung-out mess, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with admiration. He climbs up your body, settling between your legs, and you can feel the hardness of him pressing against your thigh.

“Need you,” you whisper, your voice hoarse.

“You’ll get me,” he promises, his eyes dark with lust. “But first…” He grabs the end of the ribbon, slowly pulling it free from the headboard. Your arms fall limply to your sides, but before you can move them, he’s gathering your wrists together and securing them once more, this time behind your back.

“Chris,” you protest weakly, though you’re too spent to put up much of a fight.

He silences you with a kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he positions himself at your entrance. “Trust me,” he murmurs against your lips. “You’re going to love this.”

And then he’s inside you, filling you completely in one fierce thrust. You gasp, your nails digging into your palms as he sets a brutal pace, fucking you deep and hard. Every stroke pushes you closer to the edge again, your body already wound tight from your last orgasm.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, his hands gripping your hips as he slams into you. “So tight, so perfect.”

You can’t speak, can’t think, can only feel as he drives into you with unrelenting force. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your combined moans echoing off the walls.

“Cum for me again,” he commands, his voice raw with need. “I want to feel you—”

The words are cut off as your body convulses around him, another wave of pleasure crashing over you. He follows close behind, his release spilling deep inside you as he collapses on top of you, his breathing ragged.

For a moment, you both lie there, tangled together in the aftermath. Then, with a wicked grin, Chris sits up, his eyes gleaming with renewed mischief. “Think we should save the rest of the ribbon for later?”

❥﹒ stray kids taglist: @minkilicious @casemoa143 @instabull @lice @amarecerasus

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF movie is just Mike getting bullied by animatronics

[atdawn]

“Mr. Frodo, look! It's an oliphaunt!“

[hanfocus]

nom nom nom 🎥

[faunandfloraas]

... 💤

[huiracha]