#lady gaga gif hunt

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[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - new entries upset the rankings

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

April 2024 Wk 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 11 of 12 - Like most Thai BL pulps, this show doesn’t have much story to it. But I'm discovering that what it does have I actually really enjoy. I love that the gay boys got to play matchmaker for a change and I like how just GAY they are. It's nice. Refreshing.

We Are (Weds GMMTV iQIYI) ep 1-2 of 16 - University ensemble BL featuring PondPhuwin, WinnySatang, AouBoom, MarcPawinPoon. I like it. It’s old school Thai BL, but having fun with itself and its tropes. I’m not expecting much, so I don’t mind it waffling. All the couples are comfy. Chemistry is okay. Friendships are nifty. I like Pond's floppy hair. We fine. 

Two Worlds (Thurs IQIYI) ep 5 of 10 - What an extremely bloody episode. And bad guy turned out to be very bad indeed. And now pretty much everyone is dead. Nice kiss. Of course. 

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 6 of 8 - It’s cute, they happy, not a ton happened. Random gratuitous bathing. As you do in BL. And I still think the sides should just end up in a thrupple

Only Boo! (Sun YouTube) ep 2 of 12 - Oh they very cute. Also very silly. 

1000 Years Old (Thurs iQIYI) ep 9 of 12 - No. NOT THE GUITAR. YES abandon guitar for the sniff test! Love this for them. And me. My most favorite trope defeated my least favorite trope. VICTORY!!!  

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues YouTube & Viki) ep 8 of 11 - It’s just so good. Baby went away, grew up, and learned how to become a temptation... and a husband. 

Gray Shelter AKA Gray Currents (Korea Thurs iQIYI) 1 of 5 eps - SooHyuk, only just surviving, reunites with YoonDae, his (brief) younger stepbrother who feels abandoned. They end up living together. The younger brother is played by Lee Jae Bin of Choco Milk Shake. OMG. STEPBROTHERS TROPE. Lucky me! Two in one season. Yay!!!! It's Korea so great visuals too. I shallow but yeah, this is great.

Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Kindly Ryota goes off to uni only to find his new roommate is his childhood bestie, Kazuhito. Kazuhito doesn’t have a girlfriend and Ryota tries to help him figure out why. Same director as Old Fashion Cupcake. It’s utterly charming. I am charmed. Also the framing is gorgeous (of course). Very stylish.

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 6fin - I don’t know. Kind of a flat ending with the leads apart for most of it. I enjoyed this show but it never really hit with me. 

Summation

After a teen betrayal and resulting separation a reporter reunites with his first love. That love wants him back. I enjoyed the authenticity of a reunion romance explored in Japan's quintessentially contemplative yet surreal way. The juxtaposition of the tenderness of the sex scenes with this Japanese style of authenticity was oddly elegant but all in all this still fell a little flat for me. There's nothing objectively wrong with it, but in total the narrative felt sluggish and the main couple were just... stiff (in the wrong way). Frankly, I'd rather just rewatch Tokyo in April is. 8/10

Love is like a Cat (Korea Mon Viki) eps 3-4 of 12 - What is going on with this show? No, I get the plot. I just don't get the show or why I’m watching it. Annoying. 

It's done, but I suck

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps

To Be Continued (Sat C3 Thailand grey) ep 7-8fin - I can't for the life of me find the final 2 episodes. Haven't had a real hunt, but yeah. No dice so far.

It's airing but...

Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari (Japan Furritsubs) eps 1-? of 10 - I may wait and binge it.

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

Kiseki Chapter 2 (Sun iQIYI) 6 eps - It’s so boring DNFed at 2.

Close Friend Season 3: Soju Bomb! (Weds iQIYI) 6 - The problem with situational comedy BL is it must be situational, comedic and a BL. This show gets 1 of 3 claims correct. 33% is not a passing grade. Dropped at 3.

Memory in the Letter (Thai WeTV) - only 4 eps, tell me if I should bother?

Next Week Looks Like This:

4/18 At 25:00 in Alaska AKA 25 Ji Akasaka de (Japan Thurs Gaga) 10 eps - Yuki lands his first starring role in a BL drama alongside superstar Asami (previously his senior at uni). Said superstar suggests they form a sham relationship until filming concludes. As they actually begin to fall in love, the spotlight begins to burn. I think I've seen this before (joke) and also the trailer doesn't inspire confidence.

Still to Come in April

4/25 Boys Be Brave! AKA Roommates (Korea Thurs Viki) 8 eps - Trailer Jung Ki Sub is Kim Jin Woo's slacker friend - and secret crush. So when Ki Sub crashes at his place, his heart tingles to be near him everyday. But as the short stay turns into permanent mooch, how long can Jin Woo keep his true feelings under wraps and hold back from confessing?

4/26 My Stand-In (Thai iQIYI) 12 eps - adaptation of Chinese novel "Professional Body Double" by Shui Qiang Cheng. Stars Up (Lovely Writer) and Poom (Bake Me Please) directed by the same team as KP (not a recommendation IMHO - my biggest criticism of that show was the clashing directing styles). This one looks complicated, lemme try: Joe is a stuntman for famous actor Tong. Joe falls in love with Ming but Ming sees Joe as nothing more than a Tong-replacement. After learning this horrible truth, Joe dies. Joe then wakes up in the body of another man also named Joe. He manages to rebuild the same life as before—with the same people eventually re-meeting Ming. Ming wants Joe back but Joe doesn't understand why. But Ming seems to know what's going on and wants to give him some kind of explanation.

I'm exhausted just trying to describe the plot.

Knock-Knock Boys (Thai WeTV) - 4 college friends conspire to help their friend lose his virginity. Familiar faces like Seng (yes, Billy's previous pairing) and Best, news here. But will it actually air this month?

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

NOTE: It looks like one of my personal favorites of last year Unintentional Love Story is getting a spin off!

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Sniff test turning into a make out sesh? Please and thank you. City of Stars

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a bother.

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[s33th1ngg]

Hello!

Movies I like: Buffalo 66, Speak, Good Will Hunting, A Clockwork Orange, American Psycho, Fight Club, Virgin Suicides, Jennifer's Body, Girl Interrupted, IT movies, The Love Witch, The Addams Family both movies, Priscilla, Mysterious Skin, Matilda, the X trilogy, Phantom of the Opera, Coraline, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Promising Young Woman, Silver Linings Playbook, The Babysitter both movies, Lolita both movies, the Ginger Snaps trilogy, Lady Bird, Black Swan, Alice in Wonderland all three movies, 500 Days of Summer, Perks of Being a Wallflower, Scary Movie all four movies, But I'm a Cheerleader, Heathers, Possession, Last Night in Soho, The Bikeriders, Zero Day, My Skinny Sister, Christiane F, The Craft, Thirteen, Nightcrawler, Tesis, The Silence of the Lambs, Gia, The Menu, Ready or Not, Hot Fuzz, Wicked Little Letters, Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children, Gone Girl, Leon The Proffessional

Series I like: Killing Eve, The End of the F***ing World, Skins, Everything Sucks, I Am Not Okay With This, GLOW, Shameless, Baby Reindeer, Fleabag, Orange is The New Black, Family Guy, American Horror Story, Queen's Gambit, Bojack Horseman, Breaking Bad, Dexter, Euphoria, Russian Doll, Ever After High, You

Stuff on my list: Dead Poets Society, Carrie, The Shining, Scream movies, Psycho, White Oleander, Marie Antoinette, Emma, Repulsion, V For Vendetta, Donnie Darko, Beetlejuice, Requiem For a Dream, Helter Skelter, Nana, Uptown Girls, Twin Peaks, Elvira, Yellowjackets, Haunting of Bly Manor, Palo Alto

Bands, Artists, Soundtracks in my playlist: Lana Del Rey, Deftones, Nirvana, Hole, Unloved, Boy Fantasy, Slipknot, Korn, Picture Me Broken, some Skeeter Davis, Isabel LaRosa, Flyleaf, Kittie, Lady Gaga, Dazey and the Scouts, Melissa Auf der Maur, Christian Death, Bikini Kill, Phantom of the Opera, Heathers, Totono, Song of Saya, Killing Eve, Lolita

Will add some more stuff!!! Please please please recommend whatever media you like or send me opinions 👹<3

[satoruoo]

small world, all her friends know me !

VIA !! ; sixteen ; she/her ; oldest sibling ; black ; ENTP

✗ LOVES : music, my friends, animals, talking, anime, clothes, food, apple desserts, summer, the beach, roblox, genshin impact, sims, dogs, lip glosses, perfume, mascara, 90's fashion, movies/tv shows.

✗ HATES : spiders, skinny jeans, coffee, slow walkers, loud chewers, maths, people wit bad hygiene, romcoms, being alone, drama starters, people who can't accept that people have differing opinions.

✗ ANIMANGAS : jujustu kaisen, attack on titan, hunter x hunter, overlord, bungo stray dogs, chainsaw man, blue lock, demon slayer, the apothecary diaries, bucchigri?!, solo leveling, wind breaker, cyberpunk edgerunners, classroom of the elite, one punch man, saiki k.

✗ WEBTOON + MANHWA : solo leveling, omnicient reader's veiwpoint, killing peter, eleceed, jungle juice, for my derelict favorite, emperor hunt, teenage mercenary, my in-laws are obessed with me.

✗ MUSIC : childish gambino, j cole, rihanna, 2pac, biggie, snoop, outkast, nelly, fat joe, 50 cent, akon, lil wayne, dr dre, travis scott, future, kendrick lamar, kanye, rae sremmurd, lady gaga, aaliyah, cassie, jhené aiko, the neighbourhood, sir mix-a-lot, yeat, tinashe, tory lanez, metro.

✗ MOVIES + SHOWS : white chicks, brooklyn nine-nine, bad and crazy, venom, me time, fantastic beasts, alice in borderland, the babysitter, all of us are dead, jumanji, spider-man: into the spiderverse, the penthouse, avatar the last airbender, how to train your dragon.

[ntls-24722]

So i made a stunning observation

And I made a stunning conclusion.

Spider monkey music man!!

the fact that primates only bare their teeth when they're stressed/generally not having a good time is a little worrying with a character that always smiles

more Earwig Comet! I had redrawn him recently but i forgot to post it... no better time than now ig

He can stand on two legs, but it's not his preferred mode of walking. he much prefers skittering around on ceilings and on walls

For the next 2, I gave my friend my massive list of DJMM/MM Aus and let them pick random ones and they picked the Sans DJMM and the Bee MM from Comet/Fritz's story

He has no heightened abilities but rather his whole Thing has been changed from a super-powerful fight to a horrible game of hide and seek - letting the player loose in a pocket dimension and him hunting them for sport, just like how the Player did in the Underground.

also, he's a drag queen. I know that for sans that's probably wayyyy too much work but this is specifically the sans djmm so maybe the DJMM aspect motivates him. I did this literally just because everything I've thought of in regards to this guy has been to lady gaga so i decided to inject Gaga directly into his bloodstream like so

Queen Bombus!! a girlboss!! who is also super dead!!!

her and her hive have reunited in the afterlife in a very grand-looking "grim reaper" and she's renowned for the fact that she took no shit from the evil facility that created her (and Comet) and went on a violent spree through it.

Fun fact, said "grim reaper" (more like giant walking ghost apartment complex) has a bunch of wooden balls for recreation since bees just Enjoy That Sort Of Thing. It's great

[roublardise]

J'ai publié 12 604 fois en 2022

366 billets créés (3%)

12 238 billets reblogués (97%)

Les blogs que j'ai le plus reblogués :

@knifelesbianjo

@nicomrade

@xofemeraldstars

@roublardise

J'ai étiqueté 10 168 billets en 2022

Seulement 19% de mes billets ne comportaient pas de tag

#spn - 6 075 billets

#spn art - 844 billets

#sapphicnatural - 812 billets

#dean winchester - 663 billets

#castiel - 290 billets

#art - 251 billets

#cats - 245 billets

#spn amv - 229 billets

#cxgf - 182 billets

#ivi - 154 billets

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#reputation by taylor swift obvsly / chromatica by lady gaga / en cas de tempête ce jardin sera fermé by coeur de pirate / mozart l'opéra roc

Mes billets vedette en 2022 :

n°5

Dean Winchester - Killing Boys

“Since he died..” Dean starts hesitantly, “I’ve been having nightmares, as you heard. But also these.. these kinds of flashes and memories coming back. Stuff I had no idea about but stuff which fucked me up, you know?” The words are still getting stuck in his throat and he has to force them out to keep going. “It’s not just some daddy issues about growing up hunting and seeking revenge, and learning how to build a gun before you know how to count. There’s.. more. And Sam can’t get it. And it’s okay, I’m not gonna tell him - who knows if he’ll even believe me. But there’s a distance between us now. I want a distance to be there. Because I can’t keep up, I can’t breathe if he’s too close to me.” “So you’re hunting… him ?” “Yeh.” “To breathe?” “To be free.”

extract from my fic You therefore must be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect

95 notes - publié le 24 janvier 2022

n°4

click for quality!

true form Anna/Ruby anyone? for @spnprideweek - day 4 - wlw/joy

TO THE GARDENS OF LOVE

she tells me: our deadbeat fathers - gods or lucifers when they thread their so-called destiny made us creatures of greed and feathers - not worth mortality

she learned poetry from trees and beating hearts a fruit from a soil which would nurture nothing in Heaven alas, she sighs, a few allegories never killed anyone let alone an angel

it's a tragedy alike those of the Greeks we only move and forget, never forgive and repeat one can not be alive in the infinite

I tell her: devoted hustlers - gods or reapers crushed me into black ashes one could only hold through a stolen skin, a slough that would never stick

those roots that you crave, they threw me away with their trash from a soul to empty bones to cut on a rack seeds for an Eden of apathy labeled some demon witch something - never someone

it's a romance, don't your Greeks have these? we may live and forget, I won't pack any regret I've only been alive with you to cherish

I plead: can't you see? we're creatures of lust and fire! free from faithless submission!

what could Thanatos give that we can't create in the space between the stars and the salt of the seas flowing into your grace I found humanity and we got enough love to spend eternity

95 notes - publié le 26 juin 2022

n°3

do you guys know about dean and castiel like they're for real best friends and they're in love-

114 notes - publié le 2 décembre 2022

n°2

why would anyone think cas is the only man dean is attracted to have you watched the show.

122 notes - publié le 5 mars 2022

Mon billet n°1 en 2022

you don't understand the roadhouse episode is about dean starting to flirt with jo but it's not really succeeding not bc of being turned down but BC he's not feeling it, he can't keep faking. literally starts and can't go through. he's tired. and yeh it could be simple legit "he's not feeling it bc he's grieving" BUT THEN you have Ash.

it's an episode about dean not wanting, turning down, a woman. all while actually flirting with a man. his dad is dead and his posture is falling down. he's going for it he digs the haircut. they drink from the same bottle.

it's about dean rejecting jo and his comphet and embracing openly/in front of sam his homosexuality in this essay i will-

184 notes - publié le 14 janvier 2022

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[believemetheodore]

Americana

Ted Lasso x Rebecca Welton

That Arizona sky, burning in your eyes Buried in my soul, like California gold Ted Considers who and what home is to him. (inspired by the lyrics from "Always remember us this way" by Lady Gaga on the A Star Is Born soundtrack)

Warnings: mentions of Ted's father's death (not explicit), mentions of divorce. Let me know if there's anything else you want me to add

It's a rare but deeply appreciated sunny day in London, and Ted finds himself squinting away the sun even behind his yellow lenses. The smell of freshly cut grass is in the air; it reminds him of warm summer days punctuated by beer bottles and sunburned shoulders. It reminds him of home. His old home. Kansas City. Richmond is his home now. 

He'd never expected to call anywhere but America home. When he started coaching, he'd known and even been excited by the prospect of moving to a different state someday. But, never had he considered a move to a different continent. Heck, he thought he'd lost his mind when he'd agreed to coach overseas. 

He's never regretted it, though. He likes to believe that fate does have a hand in some things. 

Though Richmond is where he wants to be, his mind wanders. There's a lot he misses. A lot he hopes to see again. But it's hard to say he's homesick on days like this when memories of another life echo back at him. 

He remembers spending a couple of weeks in Arizona to visit his aunt. It had been the last trip they’d taken as a family before his dad passed away. At fifteen, he hadn’t appreciated what that holiday would mean to him, even just a couple of months later. 

He would have tried harder to remember the moments he spent with his father; he would’ve kept a better hold of the words he said and the jokes he told. Still, he remembers the beauty, the feel of the yellow sand and the desert heat. He tries not to dwell on what he neglected to cherish, instead choosing to be grateful for the details and imagery that continue to bring him back there in his mind. 

Red food colouring still brings back the taste of gas station slushies he gulped down during the drive down, and the crackle of a fireplace calls up the orange glow of nightly backyard bonfires. Clay roof tiles will always be synonymous with warmth. His room had a window that opened up to part of the roof, and while he'd never been interested in sneaking out, sitting out there for the view was irresistible. Sunbaked,  brilliant turquoise sky turning sea glass green moments before sunset. The exact colour of Rebecca’s eyes. Glimmering and beguiling. Beautiful. 

He knows his breath caught in his throat the first time he noticed. All conversation about that weekend’s away match and travel details disappeared. He hopes he wasn’t just staring at her, but he couldn’t help but think it was a sign. It was a confirmation that his move to England wasn’t a mistake, a bittersweet offering from the universe, a slice of home brought to life. At the time, it wasn’t even a thought that Rebecca Welton, The Boss, and those ocean-green eyes could calm him the way they do.

Rebecca, he learned quickly, had a lot of walls built up around her. Walking herself through the narratives others had created for her. Hiding behind the person, she assumed everyone saw. Her eyes always told the truth, though, and shared the whole story.  

He is glad to have the memories and such gentle reminders of his past. The details might be hazy, but the emotion lingers. He holds tight to the feeling, the mental picture of those Arizona skies, singing along to Kenny Rogers on the car ride home with his mom and dad. He knows he was happy there, just the same as he knows Richmond, with Rebecca, is where he’s meant to be.

When Ted first arrived in England, a piece of him was missing. He’d always preached believing. Miniature copies of the sign he hung in the club’s locker room were strewn across his home like a scavenger hunt for hope. Stuck the mirror in his bathroom, taped to the back wall of his closet, hiding in the kitchen cabinets, waiting to be found when he needed them most. But, it had been easy to feel like he’d lost himself. 

There were days when it felt like he was just going through the motions, repeating his mantra to himself, but ironically not believing it. 

Separating from Michelle had hurt, and the divorce felt like his world had been flipped upside down. If he’s honest now, he thinks some of him knew that things with Michelle were over long before he got on the plane. Sometimes, it doesn’t matter how much love you’ve got, it’s just not the right fit, and that’s okay. He’s grateful for the times they shared together, the good and the bad. He’ll never stop thanking the stars for Henry. There’s not a single thing that he'd take back.

In grade school, Ted had been obsessed with the wild west. He’d been asked to do a project about it and spent his evenings reading books and watching old television shows his father recorded for him. The gold rush really struck his fancy. So many people so willing to pick up their lives and travel such a great distance, hoping to find gold, and strike rich. At the time, the prospect (pardon the pun), had been thrilling to him. All the excitement, the anticipation, it filled him with wonder. He dressed up like a cowboy three years in a row. He knows better now; the Hollywood magic of it all long since faded. There was nothing glamorous or romantic about the death, the sickness, the destruction, the gun fights, and the land clearing. There weren’t very many good cowboys in the end. 

Still, they had one thing going for them; a belief in something they couldn’t see. Risking it all because they believed they’d be the next lucky son of a gun to get their hands on a gold nugget. Working day in and day out, with nothing but their hope, determined to change their lives. 

And at the end of the day, that’s all life really is; believing you’re going to find that gold. Holding out for those moments and people you know will change your life forever. You believe in second chances, in love, in winning that big game, and in what is meant to be will be. It’s the hope of it all that drives us. 

He knows that it's not just one event that decides a life path or builds a philosophy, but he's sure that every little moment counts and that those days he spent pouring over those stories of California gold helped plant the seed of the power of believing. 

After Michelle, Ted didn’t think he’d get a chance to love again, and in all honesty, he was okay with that. It had taken a while to accept, even longer to figure out what to do with all the unspent adoration and the stock-piled affections he had stored away. He supposed love didn’t come with a label and learned to sprinkle some of that extra devotion into everything he did; he made better biscuits that way. 

While falling for Rebecca Welton hadn’t been his plan, he can’t say it surprised him either. The love he had to give wasn’t the love that Michelle needed. 

But Rebecca and him clicked in a way he’d never imagined. Even as friends, there was never a doubt in Ted’s mind that they were meant to know each other, and he let himself hope they could be together, glimmering and golden.

F. Scott Fitzgerald said, “There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice”. Ted liked that. “Life is long,” T. S. Elliot said. A long life with lots of love, Ted could believe in that. 

He always thought falling in love should feel like waiting for a storm to roll through.

 The nervous anticipation, the fear of those strong winds and breaking branches, the adrenaline rush of twisters and cyclones circling through. He will never forget the storms from back home, the destruction they could leave in their wake without even really trying. Now he thinks love might be more like the sound of a rainstorm you know means no harm. The calm relief of normalcy. 

Though he thinks to himself, ‘normal’ is really a matter of perception. For a long time, tornado season, windstorms, and rainstorms had just been a fact of life. He appreciates the calm more now, the steady beating lulling you to sleep, the worst of the brouhaha having passed, and waking to the gentle tap tap tap on the window panes before the sun rises. The rain in London reminds him of home sometimes. Just the same as thinking of home reminds him of her sometimes. 

It’s funny how two things can still feel so intrinsically connected despite being worlds apart. Another nudge from the universe promising that moving on isn’t the same as forgetting. Having loved doesn’t mean you’re out of love to give. He keeps the past, present, and future close, holding them all safe in his heart. 

Training had taken longer than usual as they took advantage of the excellent weather to practice a few new plays. His dinner is in the fridge, covered in tin foil, his name in delicate script on a pink sticky note. Rebecca’s empty wine glass sits in the sink. 

She’s in bed already when he gets upstairs. He does his best to stay quiet, showering and getting ready for the night. Despite his efforts, her eyes are open when he climbs beneath the duvet beside her, pressing a kiss to the knuckles of her outstretched hand. 

“Didn’t mean to wake ya,” he mumbles, getting comfortable. “I’m glad you did,” she smiles, “It’s nice falling asleep with you”. “I can’t argue with that”.  

They discuss their plans for the next day, content to be warmed by the other. 

He’s glad he’s got the day off tomorrow, looking forward to moving some of the last of his belongings from his apartment into Rebecca’s townhouse. Their townhouse. And he plans on trying out an apple crumble recipe his mom sent him last week. He knows Rebecca is going to love it. 

The familiar sound of rain against the lulls them to sleep. He’s happy to be home. 

[meandeverythingilove]

Things I Love:

Luna

Simba

Riley

Myself (i think)

These songs;

Lana Del Rey

Lady Gaga

Harry Styles

Emergency Intercom (podcast)

Halloween

Autumn

Spring

These books;

The color red

The color pink

These movies;

Coraline (2009) by Henry Selick

Challengers (2024) by Luca Guadagnino

Barbie (2023) by Greta Gerwig

Good Will Hunting (1997) by Gus Van Sant

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) by Michel Gondry

Tangled (2010) by Byron Howard, Nathan Greno

Barbarian (2022) by Zach Cregger

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) by Daniel Scheinert, Daniel Kwan

Poor Things (2023) by Yorgos Lanthimos

[downtownhq]

hi can you please elaborate on what it means to not have enough acting resources and why is it a requirement to have acting resources? im shortlisting my faceclaims and i wanted to know who's going to make the cut or not. thank you! ♡

hey nonny, thank you for the question! by acting resources we mean gif hunts from movies or tv shows! the reason we ask for this is because actors in tv shows or movies usually have more different expressions and emotions they portray than say a musical artist or model in an interview or music video does. this does not mean that you can not use interview gifs, but we would prefer it if your fc has resources from where they're acting in a movie or tv series, this is also the reason why we will not accept fcs like: jeon jungkook, halsey, post malone or lana del rey, but would accept: selena gomez, IU, lady gaga or nick jonas for example! i hope this cleared things up for you!

[parasiteicons]

a meat dress is fine but no samon!

[whatsnewalycat]

Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 11: Shallow

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Tags / CW: swearing, cheating/infidelity, lying, smut, spanking, PIV sex, daddyyyy, dirty talk, we're going to pretend I know anything about ranching, i've shoehorned several headcanons in here, lotta lotta fluff

Chapter Summary: Our heroes have a sleepover (part one)

Notes: Chapter title from "Shallow" by Lady Gaga & Bradley Cooper. Also small note - idk if anyone actually listens to the Spotify playlists I post for chapters, but I put "Chattahoochee" by Alan Jackson on this week's playlist… and I forgot what a fun song that is. I don't even like a lot of country music, but that song makes me want to kick a fucking door off its hinges. I'm posting a day earlier than normal because I'm bored. I might be releasing more chapters earlier than anticipated because I've been able to backlog a ton of writing. Idk, we'll see what happens!!

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Peña Ranch, Laredo, TX June 24, 1998

You follow the directions Javier scrawled on the back of a receipt, hoping that you interpret the chicken scratch correctly. Clouds of dust billow out from beneath your tires as you make your way down the desolate dirt road. The radio is off because you’re so nervous, you can’t concentrate with the music playing. Your heart skips a beat when you see a driveway branch off of the road; the gateway above it reads Peña Ranch.

You last saw Javi on Monday, only able to spend about two hours together before he dropped you off at home. He found a place to park on some back road. While rifling through his stack of cassette tapes he keeps in the truck, you found out that, much to your surprise and delight, his go-to album is Prince’s Purple Rain . Among his collection, you also found Public Enemy’s Fear of a Black Planet, Johnny Cash’s American Recordings, and Alan Jackson’s A Lot About Livin’ and a Little ‘Bout Love. This small peak into his music taste is fucking fascinating to you.

But, to be fair, your curiosity is piqued by every scrap of information he’ll give you about himself. For instance, you asked if he's ever been hunting, then he casually told you about how he and his partner shot Pablo Escobar’s homing pigeons that were sent out to communicate via pigeon post while imprisoned. Which only made you have more questions.

“Can I ask you something?” you tilted your chin up to make eye contact with him while resting your head on his lap.

He ran his fingers through your hair, “What?”

“Well… when we went to that restaurant, in the bathroom before we, um,” you couldn’t keep a giant smile from spreading across your face, “fucked. You said something about having a um… body count.”

One hand continued to absentmindedly comb through your hair, while the other danced along your belly, causing your whole body to shudder. He hummed, “Mhmm.”

“What did you mean by that? Like, have you…” you scrunched your nose, not sure if you even wanted to keep asking this question.

He raised his eyebrows, “I’ve killed people, is that what you’re asking?”

You nodded, stomach twisting into a knot, “Do you regret it?”

“That’s a complicated question to answer,” he paused talking to think about it, but never ceased petting you affectionately. After a while, he said, “I don’t like some of the things I did in the DEA, especially… that. You lose a little humanity, you know?” he sighed, “I don’t know.”

You reached up and stroked your thumb against his cheek, stubble like sandpaper, and he leaned into your touch. You wished you could bottle this feeling. The tenderness shared between the two of you when you’re alone makes you feel whole and content.

“It’s ok to not know,” you assured him softly, running your fingers along his mustache, then down to trace his lips, “I’m just glad you’re here.”

He brought his hand up to hold you in place as he turned to kiss your fingertips, your palm, your wrist. And just like that, you were his. The gentle touching and kissing gave way to hungrier urges. Soon you were panting against his mouth as you both frantically pulled clothing off and out of the way.

Post-sex, still breathing heavy, you commented, “I can’t wait to fuck you in a bed.”

“Yeah?” he grinned over at you, basking in the afterglow, “You wanna have a sleepover?”

“A sleepover?” you grin from ear to ear at the slightly juvenile term, “I would love that.”

“Wednesday?”

And it was set.

When a well-maintained brick rambler comes into view, so does a blue merle Australian Shepherd, sprinting from behind the house to see who the visitor is. Javi steps out the front door and starts walking up to meet you, giving an enthusiastic wave and a bright smile that calms your nerves like a Xanax.

“Welcome, cariño,” he greets as you slam the car door behind you.

A grin spreads across your face at the warm welcome. You cheer when the dog skitters at your feet, wagging a stubby tail, then you drop into a crouch to pet him. Javier crouches down next to you, scratching the dog on his butt, causing one of the furry beast’s back legs to start thumping a plume of dust off the gravel driveway.

“What’s his name?” you peer over at Javi, who is just fucking beaming at you. Your stomach flips like you’re free falling.

“Pickles”

You literally squeal; small happy tears prick at the corners of your eyes, “Pickles?!? Oh my god this is the best, I love him.”

“Are you… crying?” he laughs as you both stand up and you wipe your eyes.

“I’m just really happy,” you sniffle, then try to hide your blushing face in embarrassment, “Sorry.”

His thumbs hook through the belt loops on your shorts and pull your waist against his. He leans his back against the truck, then places a light kiss on your cheek, rumbling, “Don’t apologize.”

Nodding up at him through your eyelashes, you flick your eyes between his lips and eyes suggestively. You lean in towards each other, lips meeting in the middle. The kiss is a slow, intimate thing; lips wet and mouths parted enough for your tongues to greet each other. You dissolve into it, arching your back against him, running your fingers through his silky hair. His hands snake around your waist before settling below the hem of your shorts.

The bulge in his jeans twitches as his fingers slide up the back of your shorts, where he firmly grabs handfuls of your ass. A quiet moan slips from your lips onto his. You feel him smile against you before he pulls back.

“Let me show you around,” he requests, slipping his hands out of your shorts. You push off of him, almost on top of Pickles, who has apparently been waiting patiently for you two to stop pawing at each other (dog pun).

His fingers intertwine with yours. Pickles follows behind diligently as Javi takes you on a brief walking tour, showing you one of the livestock barns, some other outbuildings, then brings you up the home’s back porch. As you’re walking up, his dad opens the sliding glass door and gives a small wave. Javi introduces you.

“I believe we’ve met,” he says gruffly, reaching out to shake your hand. He looks down at your hands clasped with Javi’s, then back up to you only after you let go of his son, “With the Bakers, right?”

“That’s right,” you nod, flush breaking out on your face right as your sweaty palm meets his rough one. when you pull back, you cross your arms in front of your abdomen self-consciously.

“Their boy Dan, aren’t you engaged to him?” he further inquires.

You clamp your mouth shut and just nod again.

Fuck fuck fuck

He turns his gaze to Javier, raising his eyebrows and pointing at you, “This is who you’ve been seeing?”

“Yeah, Dad,” Javi sighs, scratching the back of his neck and shifting his weight to one hip.

Chucho looks between the two of you, then shakes his head and chuckles, “You’re both idiots,” while sitting down in a rocking chair on the porch. Laughter bursts out of you.

“Really?” Javi rebuffs his father. Chucho simply nods and chuckles to himself. Javi turns to you, apologies written all over his face, “He doesn’t m-“

You cut him off, shaking your head and smiling with amusement, “No, I think that’s a fair judgment. We are both idiots.”

Chucho looks at him, points to you again, and laughs, “See?”

“Unbelievable,” Javi sighs, looking between you and his dad before settling his eyes on you, “You wanna go inside?”

“Sure. It was nice to see you again, Chucho,” you smile politely and wave at him while Javier guides you into the house by the small of your back. You enter the house into the kitchen. There’s a delicious savory smell wafting through the air.

“As you can see, we’ve got the kitchen, dining room, living room all right here,” he points around the open floor plan and identifies each area. It features a lot of rustic decor, brown furniture, a fire place in the living room… it’s a cozy space, warm and inviting, just like the Peñas.

“It smells so fucking good in here, what are you making? Do I get to eat it?” you question while wandering around the common areas of the house, trailing your finger pads long everything you come across.

“Barbacoa. Dad put it together for dinner, so, yes you get to eat it,” he tells you, leaning up against the kitchen island counter and shoving his hands in his front pockets. He observes you as you explore.

You make your way to a hutch that displays a variety of deer figurines, framed family photos, and other keepsakes. You zero in on one picture in particular, in which a young boy, looking to be 3 or 4, is being held by a woman. The boy has a mop of curly dark brown hair, huge dark eyes, and is laying his head on the woman’s chest, smiling so big you can see his dimples. The woman has the exact same facial features, and a bright smile is spread across her face. She’s beautiful. Her long, wavy, dark brown hair flows down her back.

“Is this you and your mom?” you ask, hunching over so you can examine the photo closer.

“Yeah. That’s a was taken at my 4th birthday party,” he tells you.

Peering back at him, then back at the photo, you smile, “You look just like her.”

You stand up straight and trace the engravings on the hutch, stopping to touch a figurine of a fawn that looks like it’s made a entirely of jade, then another that’s a glass buck standing alert. You’re so focused on the collection, studying each figurine, mesmerized by the variety, trying to determine what the criteria was for selecting each piece, that you don’t notice Javi hovering behind you, watching you closely.

His hands slowly creep around your waist as he pulls your back against him, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. The embrace is all encompassing, and you sink into him.

“Do you want to see my room?” he mumbles against your ear. The words reverberate down your spine

“I am dying to see your room,” you purr.

He leads you down the hallway and ushers you into a slightly disheveled bedroom that’s furnished with a desk, dresser, bookshelf, and a queen size bed, made up with a black duvet. The white walls are almost completely bare, save for a calendar and a cork board above the desk.

“Ooo so this is where the magic happens?” you tease, biting your lip and poking him before you walk over to his dresser and start fondling the belongings he has on display. There are framed pictures: a much younger Javi dressed in a graduation cap and gown, mom on one side of him and dad on the other, younger Javi with a pretty smiling blonde woman, and a more recent Javi next to a tall mustachioed blonde man. There’s a dish with miscellaneous coins, paper clips, pins. A pair of sunglasses, which you’ve seen him wear frequently, sits next to the dish.

He scoffs and sits down on the bed, studying you studying him.

"What are these for?" you ask when you spot a few hardcover text books on his desk. Also scattered across the desktop is a haphazard stack of files and loose papers, a paperback copy of And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie, a DEA coffee cup filled with pens, an ashtray, and an open notebook filled with illegible scribbles.

He clears his throat, then falters, "I um... I look at cold cases when I have free time."

A grin crosses your face as you mutter under your breath, "That's so fucking cool."

You step closer to look at the cork board hanging on the wall above his desk, chest fluttering when you see the drawings you’ve given him: a deer and a willow tree. They're pinned up next to a calendar, along with your phone number. A confession leaves your lips, “I didn’t think you would actually keep these.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

When you turn around and face him, his brow is furrowed, mouth turned down in a frown.

“I… I don’t know. Nobody has really liked my doodles before,” you admit.

He grabs your hand and pulls you closer, resting his ear against your belly, hugging your waist as he mumbles, "I like them."

Your fingers card through his hair and he turns to gaze up at you, warm and wanting. It sends goosebumps rippling across your skin. You bend down and press your lips onto his, drawing back for a moment, only to renew the kiss with fervor. His tongue runs along yours as you part your mouth. As he kisses you, heat pools in your center from the insatiable way he nips and tugs at you. You’ve barely been touching a minute and already you want him.

Fiending for more, you climb on top of him and push him flush against the mattress. His fingers dig into your sides as he presses you down, arching his hips so you can feel how bad he wants you. It draws a shaky breath from your chest and you grind down onto him. He groans, “Fuck, baby that’s so good.”

The praise flips your stomach; you fold on top of him and growl into his ear, “stick out your tongue.” He follows your direction and moans as you lap against his tongue, into his mouth, licking every inch of the cavern desperately. You trail messy kisses down his face to his throat, where you stretch your mouth wide to suck and fondle the salty skin. A possessiveness falls over you; thinking of how women frequently approach this handsome man, you want a mark to show he’s yours.

His hands roam under your shorts, palming your cheeks in unison, bouncing your ass up and down, slow at first, with increasing speed as you arch your back into it and whimper. It sends a dizzying rush of pleasure up your middle, and you moan, “slap my ass.”

His palm meets your ass check with a loud smack. “Do you like that?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“Fuck yes. Do it again,” you breathe, nodding and popping your ass up as far as you can for better access.

“You like it when I slap your ass, baby?” he growls as a sharp pain shoots across the other cheek with a smack.

The sounds ring throughout the room with an echo smack smack smack smack, turning you into a writhing, sopping wet mess, crying, “Yes yes yes, baby holy fuck-"

“Yes daddy,” he corrects firmly. His deep voice bounces off the empty walls of his bedroom, harmonizing with countless smacks that almost bury the moans escaping you.

You gasp as his hands take up more real estate in your shorts, then he spreads your ass apart, “Y-yes… yes daddy. Fuck- yes daddy.”

He growls, “Such a good girl. Take your clothes off for me.”

You’re on your feet in a second while he sits up in bed, both of you ripping your clothes off frantically. Once you’re both completely stripped, there's a moment reserved to observe each other, nude, ripe with desire, panting and sweating. This is the first time you’ve seen each other completely naked in the light of day. This is the first time you’ve been together in a bed. You try to soak in every detail, noting that his shoulders are broad and tanned, slight farmer’s tan. Prominent veins in his forearms. Sparse chest hair. Soft belly accented with a thicket of dark hair running from his navel to his engorged, deliciously thick, cock. He’s fucking gorgeous.

His lust-blown eyes scan over your bare skin; he reaches out and runs his fingers along your sides, causing goosebumps break out on across on your skin. The touch is so soft, so delicate, in stark contrast to the slaps that have surely made your ass beet red. A small whimper falls from your lips as his touch sets your nerves on fire. He whispers breathlessly, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The words pull at your heart and suck the air from your lungs. He’s looking at you with such warmth and admiration, you start to blush and your cunt clenches. Your hands cup his cheeks, thumb rubbing along his face affectionately. His eyes bore into yours, hot and ready. You push him back onto the bed again and straddle him, sliding his cock between your slick, swollen lips. He embraces you in a kiss, sweet and gentle at first, then deepens it, pulling you down closer to him. When you pull back from his kiss just enough to press your forehead against his, you profess to him hesitantly, “I love the way you look at me. I- I love the way you touch me… you make me feel wanted. It’s… it’s fucking mad how I feel when I’m with you.”

He searches your eyes, nodding like he knows. Like he feels exactly the same. He starts thrusting, just so his cock lightly rubs up and down your folds. You shudder. His lips form an O and his brows draw together as he throws his head back.

You position yourself so his member is at your entrance, then lower down just enough to engulf the head. A groan flies from his throat as you keep him there, torturing him.

“Please,” he begs, bucking his hips up to get more of you. You lower yourself down further, working yourself open with him inch by inch, breath hitching as your pussy gets filled exactly how you need it to be.

Pleasure floods your body, rippling from your center through your toes and fingers. Your whimpers bounce off the walls as you rut up and down his shaft. He huffs and pants from beneath you, matching your movements with his own, arching his back until you’re filled to the hitch. You moan, “Your cock is- fuck- is perfect- m-made to be inside me.”

He holds your hips down against him hard and drives into you, making you gasp, then groans, “I love it when you talk to me like that, baby-“

You defy his grasp and start rolling your hips, grinding down onto him. He growls and flips so your back is against the mattress and he’s on top of you now, cradling your head in his strong hands. He begins pounding into you, and Jesus fuck the noises this man has you making as you’re panting and kissing on his lips, his face, begging for him to not stop; your entire body is humming and throbbing.

“You’re such a good girl, taking me so well,” he coos, holding your foreheads together while he fucks you into the mattress.

“Javi- baby- fuck, I’m going to cum-“ you cry, arching your back up towards him as the tingling in your center starts to grow. You whine and press your lips onto his for a sloppy desperate kiss, needing to be as close to him as possible.

His hips stutter as he starts to come undone, “yes- be a good girl cum for me baby, let me feel that tight pussy-“ and you find your release, crying out as pleasure ripples across your body and around his cock. He follows shortly after with a feral groan.

“Holy shit,” you whisper as he rolls off of you, then drapes his arm across your stomach. He hums and closes his eyes in agreement, pulling you into his chest. You settle there, content to feel his heart beat against your ear as he plays with your hair. The rise and fall of his chest hypnotizes you into a tranquil state. With your fingertips and your nails, you absentmindedly draw swirls and hearts onto his torso, trace his facial features, explore him with a wonder you can’t help but have.

He kisses the top of your head and mumbles, “I have to do some stuff outside, you wanna come with me?”

“Will I get in the way?” you ask, not sure what ‘some stuff outside’ entails.

He frowns, “Of course not.”

So you both get dressed and go outside, meeting Pickles and Chucho back on the porch where you left them.

“Hey Pop, we’re gonna go take a drive around,” Javi informs his dad as he leads you towards a four wheeler.

You get on after him, securing your arms around his waist, and Pickles jumps on behind you. While navigating around the land, Javi points out different landmarks, tells you stories, and details to you different things he keeps an eye out for while driving around like this, like fencing that needs repair, signs of overgrazing, making sure the cows are all acting normal, etc. With every nugget of information he gives you, you ask too many questions in return, but he’s patient and knows you’re just inquisitive.

Not only do you feel physically close to him, clinging onto him, nuzzled against his back, inhaling his scent… but you also feel emotionally close to him. He puts his hand on yours every so often, rubbing his thumb across your skin affectionately. You know he's giving you a tour because you’ve shown interest in what he does on the ranch, but also, you think he actually wants to share pieces of himself with you. You wonder if he’s been able to share himself freely before. You haven't been able to. Not like this. Being with him always brings you a great sense of euphoria, but it’s especially intense today.

Once you return to the barn, the three of you hop off as Javi kills the engine. Chucho is still in the rocker on the porch, but has a tall, sweaty, glass of iced tea in his hand now. It’s fucking hot out. If you were hydrated enough to produce saliva, you'd be drooling at it.

“Y’all hungry?” he asks.

“Starving,” you respond without hesitation.

Javi presses his hand into the small of your back, guiding you inside, “Let’s eat.”

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Lost & Found - Cal Kestis - Part 8

A/N: TW - Fighting, shooting and slight injury other than that enjoy chapter 8!!

PS - a lovely anon told me Hold My Hand by Lady Gaga reminds them of this story and I can't stop listening to it ❤️

Cal had seen this before and was only just begging to understand it when he surrendered to the Empire but how you had this power he didn't know, well he now had an idea but he couldn't work out how it was you came to end up on Bracca. He watched in shock as Trilla flew backwards into the trees and hit one with a thump and slid to the floor, motionless, his eyes then darted to you as you fell to your knees, exhausted from the power you'd just unleased, Cal knew that kind of exhaustion well, he'd experienced it himself when he first started his training with Jaro Tapal but he couldn't think about that now, he needed to get you out of there, Trilla wouldn't forgive you for this, her offer of joining them would be well and truly off the table when she got back up.

"Can you get up?" He asked frantically pulling you up from the ground, you nodded at him weakly and pulled yourself up using his arms and fell into his side, wrapping an arm around you Cal started towards the trees you had come through. "Where's your ship?" He questioned you again, knowing you were in no state to pilot yourself you croaked one word at him "Mantis" and pointed in the general direction of where it was, Cal tensed but headed that way, he knew he didn't want to do this, to see them, it was just more people he'd be putting in danger, he knew they wouldn't have let him go but he also knew Cere would've known the dangers of coming after him, what he hadn't counted on was you leaving them and coming after him yourself. Force pushing branches out of his way and dragging you with him, he hoped Trilla was still on the floor where you'd put her and that the Mantis wasn't far, he stopped in his tracks when he came face to face with Merrin, she took him in for a second and supported your other side and the three of you were moving again "Was that her? The power? I felt it." Cal nodded at the Night Sister and she gasped "She's like me" he nodded again "You're not alone anymore, Merrin" he gave her a small smile, she smiled back "Neither are you Cal Kestis" the three of you stumbled into the clearing as blaster shots fired past your heads towards the Mantis and there was Cere, stood at the top of the loading ramp shooting back, Cal and Merrin looked at you, you nodded to tell them you could stand by yourself and they turned to defend against the Storm Troopers that were gathering in the clearing "Captain! Get ready!" Cere yelled through the ship to Greez "You three, on board, now! She shouted down, Cal realised then that he had in fact missed this, missed them and that he had no choice, the Troopers had seen him turn to defend his old friends and Trilla knew he was too attached to you, with or without him now you would be hunted and If that was the case he was going to be there to fight for you.

The three of you started up the ramp as Trilla came into the clearing, a face like thunder, she was out for blood, her arm shot up and you shot forward, dragged through the middle of Cal and Merrin and fell to your knees again halfway down the ramp "Are you really going to give this all up Eleventh Brother, all the power we've taught you how to wield, all for a little witch?" She spat at Cal as she took a step closer, Cal had moved to stand in front of you as Merrin was pulling you back to your feet, BD nudging your thigh, encouraging you to get up "You won't touch her again" Cal spoke through his teeth anger seeping out of every pore on his body. "We need to go if we're going!" Greez shouted from the depths of the ship, blaster bolts still flying, Merrin pulled you up the ramp and into the ship as one of the bolts grazed the side of your face.

Cal was still in a stand off with the Second Sister who had now ignited her Lightsaber and was waiting for Cal to make his move, he looked over his shoulder at Cere and mouthed something at her that you couldn't make out, his eyes then connected with yours and you understood what was happening, you didn't have the strength to stand or stop it as Cal stepped off the ramp, Cere stepped into the ship and hit the button to close the ramp "Let's go Greez" she spoke "What about the kid?!" Greez challenged back. "We need to go. Now." You clawed desperately at Merrin's arms as she held you tight and stopped you from throwing yourself out of the ship "She'll kill him Cere!" You screamed at the older Jedi Master. "We can't leave him!" She sighed "We have too" and with that she went and joined Greez as the ramp closed and you'd heard the first collision of Lightsabers.

You hadn't spoken to any of them for days, not even BD-1 who hadn't left your side. Your face was sore from where the blaster had grazed you but it was nothing compared to the crushing emptiness you felt in your chest. The only time you left your chambers was when Merrin forced you out for training, you couldn't blame her for wanting another Night Sister but you hadn't been able to do any Magik since you'd thrown all you had at Trilla but Merrin was determined to not let you give up, she tried her best to be encouraging "When you master this, we can go and get Cal, I'll come with you" but all it did was fill your veins with ice, he was dead, you were sure of it this time, Trilla had been so angry she wouldn't have let him live, if she hadn't killed him yet you were sure he'd spent the last few days stuck in that chair. You didn't cry anymore, you were sure you had no tears left but you'd never felt an ache like you felt now.

Bogano is where you'd ended up, the four of you had found refuge there and had decided to stay for a little while, just long enough for everyone to mourn Cal and to figure out the next move. Your next move was simple, you'd leave again, Cal was the only reason you had reunited with them in the first place and without him there was no place for you, you'd been thinking about Dathomir, what seemed to be your home planet, Merrin had told you there was nothing left of Dathomir, only death and that she could teach you everything you needed to know, still you wanted to see it, but you wanted to see it with Cal, he'd promised when the two of you had been rescued from Bracca that after he'd restored the order that he would come with you to find out who you are before he became Master Kestis, swore that he would find a place for you within the order so you could stay with him, if only the two of you had known what was to come.

Merrin had dragged you off of the Mantis for more training and she'd kicked your ass again, you had only managed to conjure one tiny little flame of Magick, not enough to do anything but she was pleased with it and had left you sat in the long grass after two hours of pushing you, BD-1 right next to you as always. "I miss him BD, he was coming back to himself" the first words you had spoken to the droid or to anyone in days sent the little droid into overdrive and he was bouncing around you, you patted the top of his head and looked up to the sky, squinting at what seemed to be a ship coming into land way to fast on the other side of temple, it came down in a blaze and hit the ground and you took off running towards the wreckage.

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Lady Gaga Gif Pack

[LINK] In this gif pack you will find 455 gifs (275*167) of Lady Gaga (Stefani Germanotta) in ‘Five Foot Two (Netflix 2017)’.  I made these gifs from scratch, so please don’t claim them as your own and do not repost them in gif hunts (instead link back to this page).

You may crop/use them in crackships & stuff, but please don’t forget the credit ! (& since I’m kinda curious, I’d very much like to see :p)

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Content warning : food, flashing lights, cigarettes, shaky cam

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CAP 0/3

so... yeah... maybe Charlotte Degraves had imbibed way too much that night– maybe reality was mixing far too deeply into the possible illegal shrooms she’d taken– maybe this was the mushroom overlord speaking to her, telling her to get her priorities straightened out. 

she’s under the table, hands and knees pressed against expensive floors where she can see her reflection in puddles of champagne and expensive wine. there is a strain in her eyes, and a single tear streaming down her face as she pouts. “Marvin Junior––” she whimpers in a pathetic tone as a very audible sob spills from her belly. “Marvy, baby come here !”  Charlotte Degraves was told by her escort, Ivan, that one of her tiger cubs, Marvin Junior ( her favorite little boy ) was roaming free in that fucking mansion of a house. at least, that’s what she thinks she’s been told. she was just trying to dance on a table or two to Lady Gaga’s Teeth––

the moment, however, that her subconscious was informed of that news, well Ivan was smacked about 15 times with her rat purse ( or maybe it wasn’t Ivan, and instead a grand hallucination? ) and she was on a hunt. “DOES ANYONE HAVE A FUCKING CHUNK OF GROUND BEEF? FOR FUCKS SAKE.” she’s ready to gift a fucking Lamborghini if it means her tiger cub is safe in her arms. little does she know that she’s actually staring at a domestic cat...

[imagine-by-susu]

Reqeust are open ;) ____________________  It could have been ended different. But it didn’t at least not for me. Fighting for what I thought would be right took a big price. Your grace and wings stolen away from the  Family you tought will alaways no matter what protect you. The only other Angels who where there for you were Gabriel and Balthazar who both died a time ago. But there was Castiel. You knew him for a very long time. Even fight with eatch other and help eatch other out. You were happy to know Castiel. Have you never met you would never get to know the Winchster Brothers. All those storyies you were told about them made you all excited to get to know them. Sometimes you would help them and Castiel out with something they needed to save the earth (again). First Sam and Dean didn’t trust you much but you showed that they could trust you with their lives. But all changed when Meteatron took your Grace and your wings. No longer Angel you were lost. Yous sank in a deep hole of darkness. When Sam and Dean found you you were a broken Human. No Family anymore, not a home to return to and than those emotions you never felt before. It was anbearable for you. Both Brothers took you back to the Bunker but your depression got worse and worse with each day. So they called a friend. Charlie was the most funny Human you had ever met. Her big smile made you smile too and her hugs woulcalm you down. You lived with her for aquite long time. She even showed you how to be Human. Teached you how and what to eat, how to shower and showed you a lot of her favourite things like books or movies. But what fascinated you the most was the Music. It brought up so many emotions but in a positive way. ‘‘I know a Song that would suit you just perfectly (Y/N) ‘‘ Charlie smiled bright and tipped the title in her computer. (Yes she even teached you how to use it. You still have much to learn about it though.) You looked onto the screen and read ‘Angel with a shotgun by The Cab’. You titled you head and looked at your redheaded friend. She just laughed and told you to listen to the song. Everything came back. All memoeries from heaven. Good and bad. But you loved it. Something that you still had to learn is that the best things in your life will be ripped away from you.

When you and Charlie had to help Sam and Dean crack a code you met Castiel again who appearntly watch over Charlie and Rowena. You huged him when you saw him again. At first he was kidn of scared. Scared that you could hate him. He is the reason why Metatron got the power to make you Human. ‘‘Cas don’t worry I’m not angry with you. I’m glad that I’m human now. Really I’M thankful’‘ that’s what you said to him and it took him by superise. He looked at Charlie who smiled knowingly and even Rowena smiled a little a the confuse Angel. Things got complicated when Chrlie run away. Castiel was panicked and you worried. I mean a big Family of Frankenstein idiots where going after her. While you tried to contact Charlie Castiel talked to Dean and unfortunaly to Sam who found out of the plan. Boy you were screwed. ‘‘Would you please jsut sit down already!’ Rowena called for the 100 th  time at you as you were passing here over and over again. ‘‘Shut up! Don’t you know how worried I’m right know?! How scared I’m to loose my best Friend?!‘‘ you screamed at the witch who just got quite. You felt a hand on your shoulder and than blue ocean eyes met (Y/E/C) coloured eyes. ‘‘(Y/N) calm down Sam and Dean will find Charlie and she will be alright.’‘ after Cas said those words to you a phone rang. You got a bad feeling. Castiels eyes were filled with sorrow as he talked to Dean on the phone. He looked up to you and that’s when you knew... Charlie will never return again.... Days passed. Than weeks. You were now staying with the Brothers in their Bunker again. It just felt like before you met Charlie. Lonliness and Darkness coverd in pure sorrow. You hateded this feelings. Sam, Dean and Castiel tried everything to get you out of the room and at least eat something. But the only noises they would hear were your crying and a Song. A Song that would always remeber you of Charlies kindess.

I’m an Angel with a Shoutgun fightin’ til the war’s won. I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back. ~

It got better. Sam dragged you out of your room when he had enough. Both him and his Brother talked to you. First angry. Than worried. Than with sadness. ‘‘You know’‘ Dean started. ‘‘Charlie was our friend too! And you know what?!’‘ he got louder and I looked up into his green eyes. ‘‘Charlie wld be so ashamed of you if she could see you right now! Do you think that’s what she wanted you to do!?’‘ I swallowed hard. ‘‘Dean!’‘ Sam said and took his brother by his arm. ‘‘No Sam. Dean is right. Being sad doesn’t bring her back. She will that we carry on with out lives’‘ with that the Winchesters knew that you finally said you goodbyes to Charlie.

(AN: Now the actual imagine I’m sorry I got carried away again ;-;) Time goes by very fast. With each day you got more used to be Human. You helped the Boys with hunts and they teached you everything they knew. You found in them your new Family. Castiel would alaways visit you and talk to you about everything. You were glad for that and you appricated it.

One day, the Boys were out on a hunt nothing to worry about just a little salt and burn, you were in the Bunker listening to Music. It became one of your hobbies. You listened to mostly everything. From Deans Metal Rock taste to Pop and  more. But recently a Song caught your attention the most. Lady Gagas song ‘Judas’. You don’t know why but you loved it. Maybe because of the bibical references in the music Video. To be honest you didn’t care at all. With headphones in your ear you heard the song on full blast. Sining and Dancing through the Bunker. I'm just a holy fool, oh, baby, it's so cruel But I'm still in love with Judas, baby I'm just a holy fool, oh, baby, it's so cruel But I'm still in love with Judas, baby

You were so focused on your moves that you didn’t saw the blue eyes in the corner of the room watching you dance and sing. Fully confused as to way you would be in love with Judas. He must admitted he felt somehting like....how Dean called it? Right! Jealousy. He stilled was confused but didn’t want to disturbst you. It was good to see you in a good mood like this. Still...Castiel won’t understand why you would prefer to be Human with all those emotions and needs a Humans has. But you found your peace in it. And if you would be happy so is Castiel. _____________________ GIFs are not mine Songs are not mine My God what just happend....I didn’t mean to do that emotional thing O_o I’m sorry Guys hope you still like it.

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Lady Gaga Gif Pack

[LINK] In this gif pack you will find 503 gifs (275*167) of Lady Gaga as Elizabeth Johnson, the Countess in ‘American Horror Story S05 E07 to 12’. I made these gifs from scratch, so please don’t claim them as your own and do not repost them in gif hunts (instead link back to this page).

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Content warning : blood, firearm, kissing, seggsy time, semi nudity, smoking, alcohol, gunshot wound (after all it’s AHS, if you know, you know)