#lucky chap productions

[manicpixiedepressedwitch]

[saltburnupdates]

Producer Margot Robbie at the Los Angeles premiere of SALTBURN 🧂🔥

[thenerdsofcolor]

Margot Robbie Expected to Star in Rob Liefeld's 'Avengelyne' for Olivia Wilde

Margot Robbie Expected to Star in Rob Liefeld's 'Avengelyne' for Olivia Wilde @wbpictures @robertliefeld #Avengelyne #MargotRobbie

Huge breaking news in Hollywood today folks! Warner Bros. is moving forward with an adaptation of Deadpool creator, Rob Liefeld’s comic book series Avengelyne. But that’s not all, they’re teaming up with Margot Robbie’s Lucky Chap Productions to produce the film with Robbie herself to star as the titular character for director Olivia Wilde! Click here for more. Continue reading Margot Robbie…

[loafysainz]

Animals chap 3 | LN 4

cast: lando norris x minji nj

warn: PLS DONT READ IF U NOT INTO DARK FIC! SMUT 18+, NSFW, MDNI, toxic relationship, manipulation, obsession, controlling behaviours, mention of rape, suicide, and sa, rough sex, no-consent, kidnapping, full of madness, step-brother lando!, step-sister minji!

song rec: animals - maroon 5

chap 3/8

PLS DONT READ IF U NOT INTO DARK FIC!

Bianca returned her gaze to the city skyline outside the window. The cotton-like clouds had begun to scatter, revealing a clear sky—a perfect morning for their business trip to Thailand. She would be flying with a group of executives and, of course, Lando, who was leading the project.

Their company, Norris Automotive, was in the process of collaborating with Sainz Company, a luxury car manufacturer, to open a state-of-the-art factory in Thailand. This joint venture aimed to expand their market in Southeast Asia and establish a stronghold in the region’s automotive industry. Bianca knew this was a massive project, one that could shape her future.

"Wake me up when we landed, okay?" she said to her seatmate, a young production manager named Olivia, as she settled into her business class seat. Olivia smiled warmly. "Yes Bi. You look like you haven't slept all night. Rest up."

Bianca chuckled lightly. She hadn't had a proper night's sleep in days. The 11-hour flight to Bangkok seemed too far and long, and she barely had enough time to catch up on rest before the plane landed.

Upon arrival, they were whisked away by luxury cars arranged by the local team. The hotel Bianca had carefully selected was both beautiful and strategically located near the planned factory site. She had ensured every detail of their accommodations met the team’s needs, but Lando's unreadable expression left her wondering if her efforts were satisfactory.

“Here’s your room key, Sir,” she said nervously as she approached him.

Lando just taking the key without making eye contact before walking away.

Bianca sighed, her shoulders slumping. "Did I mess up again?" she muttered under her breath.

“Let’s get to our room,” Olivia said cheerfully, looping her arm through Bianca’s and snapping her out of her daze. They had agreed to share a room to make coordination easier.

****

As the hours passed, Bianca worked diligently to prepare for the afternoon meeting. The team gathered in a sleek, modern conference room in central Bangkok, where Lando presented a compelling proposal to Sainz’s stakeholders. His commanding presence and strategic insights impressed everyone in the room.

The meeting was a success. The company agreed to proceed with the partnership, paving the way for the construction of their new factory in Thailand. The deal promised to bring economic growth to the area and position Norris Automotive as a leader in the luxury car market.

“I need this report ready by tomorrow morning,” Lando said brusquely.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, masking her frustration.

****

After a long meeting the teams have all arrived in a quiet village near Chiang Rai, where they plan to visit the potential site for Norris Automotive's new factory. The company is exploring partnerships in this beautiful location surrounded by lush greenery and fields that seem to stretch on indefinitely.

The main road that runs through the village is impeccably maintained, their tour guide, Mr. Somchai, leads them to a resort-style facility built in harmony with its natural surroundings. The architecture reflects a traditional, Thai elements, with wide glass windows and teak wood accents. The air carries the scent of lemongrass and jasmine in bloom as Bianca and other teams explore the facility.

"Good afternoon," greeted a woman dressed in traditional Thai attire. Bianca and her colleague smiled politely in return. "We’ve arranged a complimentary spa for all the company staff,"

"This is amazing," Olivia whispered, nudging Bianca as they entered the spa’s reception area. "A fully paid spa session? I feel so lucky to be here!" Bianca chuckled, following one of the Thai attendants toward the massage rooms.

"This way, ma’am," the attendant said, guiding Bianca into a serene room filled with calming music and the faint aroma of essential oils. Bianca chose a traditional herbal compress massage, eager to experience the famed Thai therapy.

Half an hour later, Bianca decided to take a dip in the natural stone pool located in a secluded corner of the spa. She draped a soft cotton wrap over herself and stepped into the warm sun. But just as she was about to descend the stone steps leading to the pool, her foot is too slippery because of the spa oil.

But a pair of arms that suddenly wrapped around her waist made her body freeze.

"Sssh!" Lando! Bianca's heart fell to the bottom of her stomach. The danger alarm, set up on hear head. Because she is totally naked. Without a single fabric wrapped around her body. Bianca should have been able to escape as quickly as possible, but her reflexes suddenly dead. She could feel Lando's arms right under her breasts hugging her tightly,

"Shut up, if you don't want to be ashamed." Lando whispered right next to Bianca ear. What did that mean? Wasn't it Lando who was now make a shame on her?

"Well, well, Lando just getting a massage must be with a comfort woman." Max's sudden footsteps and voice alerted Bianca. She panicked and scared, what if he knew that the girl Lando was hugging was her own sister? But Lando's arms tightened around her.

"No matter where you are, there's always a girl who's willing to play with you. Including that woman, who spent the night with you in the hotel room."

Lando chuckled. "Of course. This woman deserves to be enjoyed." And the man's low laughter made Bianca tense up.

"So, can you go Max? My little business with this woman isn't done yet."

"Okay, I'll be waiting in my room." Max chuckled. "Make it easy, man."

Then the sound of his footsteps retreated, allowing Lando's voice to return to Bianca's numb hearing. This is wrong. This shouldn't be happening.

They were in the middle of a mistake.

"I have saved you from embarrassment," the man whispered in a low voice, while

whispered in a low voice, as he spread a strange all over Bianca's body.

"I deserve a thank you right? Lil sister?" Bianca steeled herself. "Let me go, Land-"

The man pulled her, and Bianca was about to say never came out because Lando silenced her lips first. Until the girl's eyelids widened as Lando crushed them passionately. With his rough tongue that insisted on playing around in her mouth. Lando kissed her.

After a few minute Lando came to his senses and broke the deep kiss, their gazes met. Bianca gasped, her tears welling up and her lips swollen.

Lando's breathing was just as bad, uncontrollable. But in those blazing eyes, there was not the slightest hint of regret for making her little sister cry.

Instead of clarifying his actions, Lando picked up the fallen fabric and draped it around Bianca's naked body. And his fingers put the flower that fall from the trees in his girl's ear. Before he left, without leaving a word.

next chap

[kenny-the-ken]

Alone at Last Pt 1

Kyle's fic should be out already by the time this gets posted, so I hope you guys enjoy it!! This one I am sooooo excited for, I might actually make it a small series, drug dealer Kenny is my weakness, cause he most definitely would sell drugs, and take drugs most likely. Warnings: NSFW content, not suitable for minors, drugs, alcohol and strong language!! AGED UP CHARACTERS

"Let's get the fuck outta hear." Kenny spoke to you on the phone, he'd had another argument with his parents, and this was the final straw.

"They think I'm a like a charity! I sell drugs for a living, I ain't gonna make no money if they keep taking all my product!" He shouted, loud enough for his parents to hear, and you could hear them screaming back at him in the background.

"Ken, babe, come over." Your tone was gentle, calming, and that was just what Kenny needed right now, he physically and mentally couldn't take it anymore. He was trying his best to make the most out of a shitty situation, and once again his parents were ruining it.

"I will babe, not until I pack all my shit first, I ain't coming back to this shithole, I'd rather shoot myself in the head again, it's more enjoyable." He shouted back at his parents, and you knew his frustrations. You and Kenny had been dating for a while now (3 years), and you had lost track of how many arguments he and his parents have had over the years, and how many times Kenny had appeared at your house, battered and bruised.

"My mom's out, Ken. Come over." You said once more, and Kenny let out a long sigh, you could hear rustling in the background, as if things were being put into plastic bags.

"I'll be there in ten. I love you."

"I love you too, Ken."

And with that the line went dead. You knew Kenny's resolve was worn incredibly thin, much like your own. Your mother was no where near as bad as Kenny's parents, but she put drugs and men before you, she always had and she always would. You were just thankful that you were an only child, Kenny wasn't that lucky.

You sat pondering in your own thoughts as you heard a loud knock at the door, and you opened it, Kenny walking inside, his car parked outside, and looking full to the brim with his possessions.

"When's your mom coming back?" Kenny asked, wrapping his slender arms delicately around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Not a fucking clue, she never even tells me when she's heading out, never mind when she's coming back. Why, what's wrong?" You enquired, wrapping your own arms around Kenny's neck, balancing on your tip toes to place a kiss on his lips before he spoke.

"I meant what I said on the phone, y/n. Pack your stuff, we're getting the fuck outta this god forsaken town once and for all. Somewhere we'll not be judged for not being well off, somewhere we can actually thrive together. The only good thing that's came from living here is meeting you, please say you'll come with me?" His eyes were soft, pleading with you to join him, and you smiled back at him, his serious face melting away into one of sheer relief.

"Let's do it. We've got each other, we don't need anyone or anything else. Come help me pack." You spoke, taking Kenny by the hand, leading him to your bedroom.

"We could always get frisky before we go." Kenny flirted, giving your ass a slap, making you jump in surprise, spinning to look at him.

"Or I could suck you off while you drive down the freeway?" You offered, knowing that Kenny would never turn down an offer like that.

"Then what are we waiting for babe, let's get your stuff packed and get this show on the road!" Kenny exclaimed, a smirk on his face as you both began cramming clothes, shoes, makeup and anything else you owned into two large suitcases. You lifted your glass bong and Kenny took it from you.

"I've got a box in the back of the car that this can go into so it doesn't get broken, babe." He said, pulling an unlit joint from his jacket pocket, placing it delicately between his chapped, pale pink lips and sparking it up, taking a long drag of it and exhaling, passing it to you.

"You ready to go, babe?" You asked as Kenny took down one of the pictures from your bedroom wall, and put it under his arm.

"Can't forget our prom photo, now can we? Now get your sexy ass into the car and I'll bring your stuff out and put it in the back." Kenny spoke, as you passed the joint back to him, it now hanging from his lips lazily as he puffed on it a few times.

And finally, once everything was inside, you both smiled at each other, smoking the joint between you both as Kenny rolled down all the windows as the car reached the last part of South Park.

"See you never, assholes!" Kenny shouted from the window, and you let out a few whoops yourself, both of you smiling stupidly at each other on your way to make a new life.

[pinstripesandparliaments]

Rantaro and Korekiyo with a sick partner <3

i'm sick . apologies in advance if this is written strangely !

i love my boys ; some of this is a little intimate, but not explicit

enjoy :)

Rantaro Amami

Growing up with so many sisters, a caring instinct was practically ingrained into his brain.

He can tell when you’re coming down with something, and will stop you from doing anything once he catches the first hint.

You stood desolately in your lab, leaned up against one of the counters. You had work to do, but the weighted feeling of ailment hung on your shoulders and eyelids; it was hard to do much of anything in these conditions. 

“Things are looking real productive in here.”

Your boyfriend's voice startled you slightly, but your nerves were soothed as you felt his fingers press into the back of your neck, causing you to let out an exhausted sigh.

“Just… tired, I guess.”

Rantaro hummed softly, using a gentle hand to tip your chin up to look at him. “When was the last time you drank water? Your lips are chapped.” 

You could only shrug, time was moving strangely and you didn't have the energy to calculate your water intake. Your weakness was apparent, making concern well up within him. Regardless, he simply had you take whatever work you had to do up to your dorm to work on in bed. 

He brings you anything he thinks you might need, picking up the specifics of your condition while youre delirious with illness.

“Hey.” 

You wake up groggily, too weak to even look at him as he puts a hand to your temple to see how warm you were. “Are you allergic to anything? Ibuprofen, penicillin, anything?”

You mutter a response soft enough for only him to hear, and he hums an affirmation, putting a kiss to your temple.

The next time you see him, he's spooning you cough syrup and placing water glasses on your bedside table regularly; times like this, you wonder, how did you get so lucky? 

Korekiyo Shinguji

You don't know how he does it, but it seems Korekiyo can just sense when you're about to fall ill.

“Your aura is different today, my love.” you brush it off with a laugh and a flushed face, assuming he's just complimenting you in a strange way. But he keeps a close eye on you, suspicions confirmed when your voice becomes hoarse and your limbs weaker.

He’s always trying to incorporate his studies in with your recoveries; you’ve consumed more ancient remedies than your families home remedies because of him; most of which were very helpful.

Korekiyo insists you keep your eyes closed often when you're sick, for whatever reason. You're unsure if there's a scientific reason behind it, or if it just helps him rest easy, knowing you were resting to some degree, or…

“Kiyo, I’m serious, I need to get work done.”

Your boyfriend tsk’d softly, putting you back into bed with a gentle push. 

“I’m quite serious myself, lovely. Your work won't be the best it could be if you perform it under your current ailment.” With that, he made a soft stroke over your face, inclining you to close your eyes.

Literally how you would a corpse.

He's so cute, but it's time like these you see how people get a little off put by his nature.

You let out a defeated huff, wallowing in the overbearing haze of your illness; eyes shut, mouth agape, lips chapped and mouth dry.

You felt Korekiyo’s hand brush your hair away from your forehead, and the soft sound of rustling leather reached your popped ears faintly. Another slim hand slid its way under your upper back, lifting you up.

A soft, warm, sensation planted itself on your forehead. It took a few seconds, but you slowly processed that he was kissing you. A smile grew onto your face, a mellow giggle escaping your lips in the process.

“You've got a fever, I’m afraid.”

He takes your temperature with his lips when a thermometer isn't available, and honestly you've started to question if that's why hes so keen on having your eyes closed. Regardless of your position as his girlfriend, he's still not too comfortable being seen with his mask off.

You've asked, and he insists it's just the most accurate way to determine whether someone has a fever without a thermometer. Given that hes always wearing gloves, you guess he’s not wrong.

Though, some part of you wants to believe that he just wants to kiss you.

Bonus poly hc’s <3

Both Korekiyo and Rantaro have notably cold hands, Kiyo moreso. While they sometimes use it to tease you, (pressing their hands to your back when you're unsuspecting, snaking their arms around your front unprompted, etc.) it's actually quite pleasant when you're feeling feverish.

On the contrary, you find that they’re not opposed to using their charm to “sweat out” your fevers. 

“Oh, you poor thing. You need to lay down, let us take care of you.” “My love, how it pains me to see you like this… yet you’re still so beautiful.”

Kisses to your temples, hands… other places. Anywhere that gets your blood pumping and sweat flowing.

They try and cuddle with you… all the time, and when you're sick, it’s no exception. You try and argue with them, telling them how sick they'll get ; to no avail. You fall asleep with them both at your sides, arms crossed over you as if to keep you strapped into bed with them.

As much as you protest, there’s nowhere you'd rather be.

[mammalsofaction]

I Hurt You

Rating: G

Relationship: Heinz Doofenshmirt/Perry the Platypus

Add tags: Human Perry, mute Perry, POV Outsider, possibly a sister fic of When We Didn't Get Along, whipped this up real quick before I go back to actual productivity.

A/N: Inspired by the ask sent to Liz here

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Chamy shushes everyone in the bullpan pantry so loudly it throws spittle in James' face, making him quickly twist his body with a hand over the his cup of coffee to keep it from contaminants. He kicks Chamy in the ankle to retaliate, but they ignore him easily, already distracted by the screen.

He doesn't know why they think they needed to do that; the chatter falls into a deathly silence when the gentle whoosh of Dr Feelbetter's post opening credits flashcards whirl on-screen, which is impressive, considering the sheer volume of bodies a 6 by 9 ft room could ever hope to comfortably contain. But OWCA work PCs were monitored, and there was no hope in recording Dr Feelbetter's Specials on the Evil Channel without your device somehow blowing into pieces anyway. The only way to catch today's episode was to watch it live, and there was not a single gossip hungry soul in OWCA that would dare to miss it.

The camera pans to Agent Panda, hefting an armchair over his head, and James' eyebrows creep up his forehead, wondering if the drama happened in studio before the cameras could catch it. The audience would never forgive him.

But then Agent Panda throws the couch into a messy stack in the corner of studio, and the camera catches someone in the crowd swooning. Ah, comic relief. Someone in the pantry, James thinks it's Sergei, snorts loudly.

"Thank you, Agent Peter the Panda, I've been meaning to stack those chairs." Phil says, to which the agent bows sarcastically. The camera pans back into the studio set, and James is sure they weren't going to see Peter again. "Dr Heinz Doofenshmirtz, it's time."

The statement is almost somber, the lights of studio turned down low. The camera switches focus, back onto the men of the hour, and Jesus, fuck, James doesn't think he'll ever get over how agent Platypus looks like.

He's looking, there was simply no way around it, absolutely horrible. With the unmade hair and red-rimmed eyes, the unshaven stubble, and darting eyes. Hunched shoulders and chapped lips. Not fidgeting, though, and his suit—sans Blazer and tie--was nothing short of crisp and pristine, but it is a pocky sheen of dignity. It's…startling. Disconcerting.

Perry was the best of them. He always had been; the kind of hero-eque idol you'd count yourself lucky to meet, much less work with on a daily basis. He had a spleen of steel and the aura of giants, despite his less-than-impressive stature. Perry had the family, the respect, the reputation and the skills to back it up. Christ, Perry the Platypus had it all. The freshies talk about him like he's a God among men, and Perry even had the envy of haters who can't even pretend he isn't worth the hype when they look him in the eye. And to see him so reduced, and for…what? Some hacky evil scientist Francis keeps insisting wasn't worth the audio recorders they planted all around his laboratory is…

James sips his coffee, internally disturbed. Just who was Heinz Doofenshmirtz? What makes him so special?

"Tell Perry the Platypus how you feel." Feelbetter suggests, and James watches as Perry rubs his lips with the tip of his finger, the hollow look in his eyes.

"Perry the Platypus, I'm," Heinz starts, and stops, and starts again. His voice sputters, and his fingers twist, but his gaze-on Perry-they do not waver, and Perry seems to smile despite himself. "I'm sorry, I really am. Perry, I am so so sorry. I'm sorry that I-I hurt you, when I wasn't trying to hurt you."

Heinz's eyes, blue and watery, there was no mistaking the apology, the watery sincerity. When he gets on one knee by Perry's feet, James could've sworn he hears Chamy quietly sniffle. The songtrack, instrumental, slow and sentimental, is subtle—but it plays out the scene of the studio in perfect harmony. They're really milking this for all it's worth.

"I swear," Heinz continues. "If you give me one more chance, I promise to only hurt you in the right way. With cartoonish physical violence, and elaborate traps constructed out of strange things I purchased over the internet."

The humor is half-hearted, but Perry (along with some of the in-studio crowd, and the pantry itself) finds themselves chuckling anyway, despite the mood of the hour. Perry buried his face in his hands, the crooked upwards curl of his lips unmistakeable, but so was the sniffle (crackling over the mic), the fresh tears trailing down his cheeks.

There is a collective gasp in the pantry, and James hides his gawping behind the rim of his coffee cup. Behind him, Agent Beatrice the Bee lets out a sympathetic coo, and he hears someone go, "What the hell?" James can relate; he couldn't have brought himself to imagine in a hundred years he'd ever see Agent Perry the Platypus, the best agent of OWCA, brought to tears. He didn't think that was physically possible.

The studio had also been brought to sympathetic cries, but Heinz isn't paying attention to any of them. He was crying too, reaching out, and Perry clasps both Heinz's outstretched hands in his own, still attempting to muffle loss in composure. It's a beautifully heartfelt moment. He's sure Feelbetter's going to want to keep this one in the books.

"What do you say?" Heinz asks, like a vow. Christ. Feelbetter squirrels in by the edge of the camera, right by Perry's shoulder and James feels like throwing his coffee at the screen for ruining the moment.

"Well, Perry the Platypus? What do you say?"

Perry spares Feelbetter only a single glance, before he turns back to Heinz. Their eyes meet, gaze heavy with all the words they couldn't say in front of a live studio audience, before Heinz, finally smiles.

Perry smiles back. Off-screen, someone hands him his hat back on a silver platter, and he doesn't hesitate a single more second before he takes it, putting it back on his unruly hair. The audience coos and cheers.

"Oh, what a beautiful conclusion folks! How absolutely wonderful!" Feelbetter cries.

In the third floor OWCA's employee pantry, the crowd bursts into their own cries of relief, patting each other on the back as they celebrate while pretending nobody had cared either way.

"That's better than any of my soaps." Chamy quips, as the crowd begins to thin along with the end of lunchbreak. Both of them were still standing there, because James had a hunch that something was About To Happen. "Nice to be reminded that Perry's just like any one of us, really."

Chamy would know, of course. Their nemesis-ship with the Sinister Sisters would hit their 20th Anniversary this Friday. A nemesis-ship, he'd been repetitively told by his graduating supervisor back in the Academy, was a commitment, so maybe they all should've seen this coming, really.

James wonders about Peter. He'd heard the guy had his own nemesis, back in Seattle. Someone should be looking into what happened there, but Mystery—some Doctor or Professor or other—was infamous for being almost undetectable. Perhaps they had the better sense to keep whatever happened there under wraps instead of coming onto a live studio recording for professional help. Maybe Ann was right and Perry really was a sucker for attention.

James is pulled out of his thoughts as Heinz gets to his feet, pulling a button out of his lab coat pocket. Uh-oh.

"Thank you, Perry the Platypus." He says, before he clicks the button, effectively trapping all studio staff members and OWCA agents in the crowd, and alarms began blaring all through the headquarters as Monogram and Acronym are demanding cavalry to the Feelbetter set in LA, double time. Chamy curses, and James finishes off the last of lukewarm coffee in three large gulps.

"Let's never speak of this again," he says.

"Agreed." Chamy answers. Agent Jackal and Chameleon shook on it, before they rush out of the office to save the day.

[artmakerproductions]

Looney Tunes: Back in Action… But, what if it was made by Disney?

Bizarre AU idea that spawned from chatting with friends about old school sci-fi stuff.

Looney Tunes: Back in Action, if by Disney at the time.

Basically has Roger Rabbit in place of Daffy and Mickey Mouse in place of Bugs Bunny as the toon leads.

All this as to reference his co-star type role within the Disney parks for a while til he was not used anymore, along with the scrapped “Stooge” buddy comedy starring him and Mickey.

As for the story, it remains overall the same. ACME Chairmen plots to turn the population of the world into monkeys to uses as a labor force to mass produce the products, then turn them back to human as to buy said products. Only with a few additions of the deleted content from the film, such as the poking fun of the lack of chemistry between DJ and Kate.

Most of the cameos being Disney owned or acquired properties at the time.

As for the alternate selection of the Area 52 aliens, I was thinking: Big Chap (original Xenomorph); a Facehugger in place of the Fiend without a Face; Marvin’s role goes to the Martian Robot from Disney’s life on mars animated film; Maximilian from The Black Hole, maybe the 80’s version The Thing, and that’s all I got for it now. What do y’all think?

As for the set-up, following the events of WFRR, Maroon Cartoons fell to the bidding floor and got acquired by Disney. At the beginning, they just had ownership and left it to keep producing it’s own cartoons w/ just one of their own executives to oversee production and run it. Eventually by the later decades fully assimilate into the parent company. An effect of the hard times of the 80’s. There was a brief resurgence of popularity with the VHS package releases of Roger’s works. Was short lived and Roger more or less fell to near obscurity levels (according to what Kate brings up). So, he is to be fired while they keep the properties. So, the Rabbit has been trying to drum up interest with various pitches for movies for himself to star in and who to possibly star with.

The dynamic of him and Mickey is “full of energy, happy go lucky, somewhat desperate, over-dreamer” and “their supportive, but tries to remain realistic”.

More or less all I gotta say for now. I might even do a few screenshot edits with this. Who knows?

[hotandfunnywomen]

"It wasn't that I ever wanted to play Barbie, or dreamt of being Barbie, or anything like that," Margot Robbie says. "This is going to sound stupid, but I really didn't even think about playing Barbie until years into developing the project."

For Vogue's Summer issue, Robbie opens up about the "Barbie" movie's winding road to the screen, including how her production company, Lucky Chap, finally got the long-discussed project off the ground, and her part in persuading Greta Gerwig to both write it (along with her partner, Noah Baumbach) and direct. "At the time this was such a terrifying thing to take on," Robbie says.

"People were like, You're going to do what?"

[sordidmusings]

Fic and Schedule/Prioritizing Update!

Love me some damn possum memes

So! Fics right? What I’m trying to prioritize right now are a Croc comfort fic, Croc smut request, Buggy the hat stays ON, and Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men x marine reader. Running concurrent with that are chap 2 of Coronary Tale, part 3 of TLC massage, and ABO Law x reader x Penguin x Shachi. There’s an ungodly amount floating below those too 🥴 Luckily some progress has been made!! Just no completion yet lol

I am going to try and let the AuDHD demons have more leeway in hopes that it may get at least fucking sOMETHING done so there will likely be more posts of shorter and more random things going up. One of the reasons I’ve been nervous about that besides the hubris filled and doomed to fail pursuit of perfection but also because of self imposed guilt around productivity in general as well as worrying that it would come across that I’m shirking the bigger stuff and more importantly the things I’d like to make for people.

The things I see getting down the quickest that aren’t in the writing priorities are more sketches, one piece crochet, a dumb fun Shanks headcanon/drabble post, a layout of an AU I headed a bit back and have been building on, and ideas/plans for a distant Sabo fic that’s like a canon divergent AU (esp when it comes to celestial dragons there will me Many Liberties)

Also some reposts probably. May they not meet their second death 💀

Also gotta remake the lil baby masterlist at some point 🤡

Below cut more personal stuff if you wish to skip!

My second and third gigs have been asking more than they generally were and I recently had to step in on an orchestra to help my teacher and I’ve been keepin my folks and grandparents houses runnin on all the off spots so I have been struggling to find time and also mental space to create those I desperately want to 😭 I’m very frustrated with it because I feel I should be doing better at that cuz it’s not like I’ve never Gone Through It before 💀 I am at least quite lucky that I’ve been able to shuffle it all around health stuff just enough to keep it all rolling and esPECIALLY lucky my main gig ain’t firing me for health issues interrupting work. I digress though - mostly just a little vent and idea of where my attention is currently spread. I’m gonna try and push to get more out slightly against better judgement because yes spend more energy when big burnt out Bad but also creative things are supposed to help mental health and other stuff aint doin it so why not 🤷🏼‍♀️ if it gets worse that has its own perk at this point 💀

[manicpixiedepressedwitch]

margot robbie referencing black magic barbie at the 33rd gotham awards

[kingthunder]

unusual OC associations, bg3 edition

Lucky ✨🎵

(swords bard/fighter)

Seasoning: ginger and cinnamon and black pepper, spice with no heat

Weather: 72F/22C, not hot and not cold bc this bitch likes to be comfy

Color: red (the custom soles of his boots and his lacy underwear)

Sky: blue skies with enough white fluffy clouds that the sun isn't glaring—again, he likes to be comfy

Magical power: cockblocking (counterspell, hypnotic pattern, hold person, etc)

Houseplant: they all died

Weapon: being a lying liar who lies

Subject: history, but like the drunk history version of it

Social media: unfortunately he'd probably be making tiktoks

Makeup product: eyeliner and lip balm. adventuring is hell for chapped lips

Candy: chocolate, the sweeter the better

Fear: giant spiders, being forgotten

Ice cube shape: novelty ice cube tray shaped like stars

Method of long distance travel: in this setting he's walking like everyone else but if you put him irl he'd probably sweet talk his friends with cars into taking him places

Art style: bold colors and messy lines

Mythological creature: phoenix

Piece of stationary: he's scribbling shit down on old receipts

Emojis: ✨🎵🔥😏🫦🎸🧀🏳️‍🌈

Celestial body: jupiter because he's a puffed up gasbag 😂

I was tagged in this by @autumnlassitude ty! ❤️Idk which of my bg3 mutuals are into this kind of thing, so I'm copping out and tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it; please tag me back if you do so I can see your little guys (gender neutral).

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Current Skincare Routines 🎀

I have a morning skincare routine and two separate night routines depending on the day of the week. I'll also include some tips that work for me at the end!

🩷 AM Routine

1. I wash my face with the Clean & Clear Morning Burst Face Wash.

2. Once I dry my face, I use the Clean & Clear Morning Burst moisturizer.

3. Chapstick or lip balm on my lips for some nice, not chapped lips before I do makeup and/or apply lip gloss.

🩷 PM Routine: Mon, Wed, Fri, Sat

1. I wash my face with the Clean & Clear Essentials Face Wash using warm water and do a final rinse with cold water. Of course, I pat dry with a clean paper towel.

2. I rub some Clean & Clear Essentials Toner along my face to remove dead skin. I have to be careful with my eyes cause it will burn them if I get it in my eyes.

3. While the toner is still a bit damp on my face, I pump some Clean & Clear Essentials Moisturizer onto my cheeks, forehead, chin, and a little on my nose and pat it in gently.

4. I let the moisturizer dry a little bit and then apply some face serum while it's still damp. I pat this in as well, as it's better for absorption than just rubbing it in.

5. Occasionally, I'll use an acne spot treatment. I use The Clean & Clear brand.

6. Next, I use my Spascriptions Lift and Firm Eye Cream (the pink one) under my eyes for extra hydration while the serum absorbs into my skin.

7. Depending on how I'm feeling, I'll use either the SNP Snail Gel or the SNP Pomegranate Gel to lock in everything. I usually choose the snail gel as I prefer it, but it again depends on how I feel!

🩷 PM Routine: Sun, Tues, Thurs

1. I wash my face with The Body Shop Vitamin E Gentle Face Wash using warm water and do a final rinse with cold water. Of course, I pat dry with a clean paper towel.

2. I use the Clean & Clear Lemon Exfoliating Slices.

3. Occasionally, I'll use an acne spot treatment. I use The Clean & Clear brand.

4. Next, I use my Spascriptions Lift and Firm Eye Cream (the pink one) under my eyes for extra hydration.

5. Depending on how I'm feeling, I'll use either the SNP Snail Gel or the SNP Pomegranate Gel to lock in everything. I usually choose the snail gel as I prefer it, but it again depends on how I feel!

Now, for some Tips

Pat your face dry, never rub it with a towel. Rubbing it causes friction and pulling on the skin while patting is way more gentle on the face.

Initially wash with warm water but always final rinse with cold water. A while back heard this helps with your pores, so l've just always done it and it makes my skin feel nice, especially in the morning!

Try to use either paper towels or a departed face towel (not your body towel) when drying your face. I myself use paper towel for my face and my skin doesn't typically break out.

Brush your teeth before applying skincare! This way, you don't disrupt the skincare surrounding your lips when brushing your teeth, flossing, or using mouthwash.

Always wash your hands before starting your skincare routine to minimize bacteria getting on your face.

Always try to patch test and figure out what works best for your skin, never just use what's viral or popular because not everyone has the same skin type. I feel lucky that my skin typically likes most products.

Do your research! When I find a product that interests me, I watch Pinterest and YouTube reviews. I also like to read ingredient lists, application directions, and details on products, and always Google what products can and can not mix together. it's helped me determine what to buy and what not to buy, and so far, my skin has loved it!

Try to wash your pillowcases at least once a week and avoid touching your face with dirty or greasy hands. Also sanitize/disinfect your handheld devices/audio devices (cellphones, iPad or tablets, headphones, etc), eye glasses/ sunglasses, and really just keep anything that touches your face as clean as possible. All of this helps to minimize how much bacteria and dirt make contact with your face. Research different things that may help with improving skin. lce rolling, gua sha, silk pillowcases, physical exfoliates, face masks, etc. Look into stuff that might help your skin or make a difference in your skins appearance and health.

This should've been higher up, my apologies, but drink your water! Staying hydrated on the inside definitely shows on the outside, and being hydrated is an essential component to health overal!

Don't be afraid to apply skincare to your neck!! I've seen photos of older individuals who took care of their face and not their neck and the difference between face and neck skin was astounding, so I personally like to rub excess hydrating serums and moisturizers into my neck as well.

Don't pop your acne! If you do get pimples, which I used to get all the time tho it's slowed down a lot, use a warm/hot washcloth or something similar to apply heat to the pimple. This will help it pop naturally, although popping your pimples may allow for the oil, dirt, and sebum to spread to other areas which may cause more acne. Popping acne with your hands may also cause scarring.

Love your skin!!! Skincare results take time, and there's going to be ups and downs while trying to find what products work for you, so try to love your skin throughout the process. Acne and other skin issues are caused by things sometimes out of our control, such as genetics, hormones, climate and weather, etc, so try not to be too hard on yourself!! Things will improve, and if they don't, after some time, seek out a reputable and trustworthy professional for an opinion and better direction on how to care for your skin!!

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Not Just a First Love - 1/? | Dirty Dancing (2017) fanfiction

A/N: I just watched this remake of Dirty Dancing tonight, and while the original is better, I still got engrossed in this one and felt the need to change that ending! Who knows when I'll update again, but I'll be more inclined to if I get positive feedback! Check it out if you're interested! This first chap is just a tweaked version of the ending scene of the movie, but I have many more ideas for where this could go. Enjoy.

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Synopsis: Nothing is ever by chance. Johnny Castle believes that especially when it comes to Baby.

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Chapter 1 -

The play brought tears to her eyes, especially the choreography, and she knew why. It wasn’t just because the production took inspiration from her first novel of the summer her life changed forever.

It was the reason the dancing was so special.

It was…Johnny.

Ten years had passed. They’d gone on their separate paths, and though it was heartbreaking at first, they’d both moved on – she became a doctor and he found his true calling on Broadway. She was engaged now, that wedding just a month away now. And yet, as excited as she was for those upcoming nuptials, she felt those feelings of love and anticipation fade to the background as she was drawn back into the fairytale drama the summer she turned 18 had been.

She’d fallen in love for real that summer, and she could almost taste what that had felt like, watching the dancers and seeing the story unfold.

Inevitably though, the play ended and people started to exit the theater. She was the last one there in fact. Still wiping tears from her eyes at the memories the production had brought to the forefront of her mind and heart, she almost missed the individual whose mouth fell open at the mere sight of her.

She was older now, wearing make-up with a longer hairstyle, but there was no mistaking who she was. Just like him, looking a bit more dapper in more sophisticated clothing and something akin to bangs draped across part of his forehead.

“Baby?”

She gasped and turned around.

“F-Frances, I mean.”

He cracked a grin, the same one that made her weak at the knees at 18.

“You recognized me,” she said, smiling tremulously.

“Your face is on the back of your book,” he confided, and her smile widened. “Obviously I’ve read it a hundred times.”

She blushed.

“A hundred times, huh?”

And they stood there, bashfully smiling, living in the moment for as long as it would last.

“The play was incredible,” she said, breaking free of the web she was getting tangled in. “I noticed your choreography right off the bat.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She giggled. “Took me back.”

“Well, your book was the inspiration…and that summer. That summer changed everything for me, Baby.”

He was so serious now that she didn’t bother to correct him.

“For me, too,” she added.

“I never thought I’d make it on Broadway until you convinced me.”

“It definitely took some convincing.”

“Your words stuck with me.”

Her heart beat faster.

“Your dancing stuck with me.”

She licked her lips.

Then, from behind her a man came down the aisle, muttering to himself about something. Johnny wasn’t paying much attention, but Frances recognized who it was immediately.

“Frances, for god sakes, what is taking so lo-”

“Charlie,” she said warmly, ignoring his increasing temper. “I’d like you to meet Johnny. Johnny Castle. He did the choreography for the play tonight.”

Charlie blinked, confused, and then shook Johnny’s extended hand.

“Pleasure.” Johnny smiled. “And who are-”

“Charlie is my fiancé,” she said, avoiding eye contact from both men for a few brief moments.

“What a lucky guy,” Johnny said, and there was no mistaking how strained his voice was.

“Yeah. Right.” Charlie turned to Frances and whispered something that appeared to involve something quite urgent.

“Okay, I’ll be right out.”

He sighed, didn’t bother to look at Johnny again, and strutted back up the aisle into the lobby.

“He seems delightful,” Johnny commented, and she allowed herself to laugh.

“He’s just stressed, under pressure…I’m sure you know what that’s like.”

“I do.”

A brief moment of silence, and then—

“Well, I should g-”

“I should probably let y-”

A chuckle followed by a smile.

“It was good seeing you again, Johnny. Truly.”

He leaned in for a hug, and she gave it to him. More than, actually. She sunk into it, breathed it in, breathed him in, and was transported to another time.

When they parted, tears were in her eyes again.

“You still dance?” he asked. “I know that’s not in your bio.”

She laughed.

“I take a salsa class once a week just down the road from here. It’s all the time I can spare as a d-”

“Doctor,” he finished. “Sure.” He smiled. “Well, keep that up. Don’t ever stop dancing.”

He winked, and she felt them again. Butterflies.

“Goodbye, Johnny,” she said at last, forcing herself to turn towards the exit.

“Bye, Baby,” he called back, and she smiled to herself on the way out. No one ever called her that anymore, and she wouldn’t let a single soul…except him.

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I love how people are writing Borderline off already just because Alba is in it. Now as with any movie it could be a failure or have mid success until it comes out we don’t know. My thing is as soon as Alba’s name is attached to anything it’s immediately bad the same with Chris these days. Borderline is written by and directed by Jimmy Warden who wrote Cocaine Bear and is married to Samara Weaving, the lead. One of the producers is Tom Ackerley, married to Margot Robbie and it’s their production company Lucky Chap behind the movie. So if it’s such a bad movie why would the likes of Tom and Margot get behind it? I’m not sure why it’s taken a while to be released but does it mean it bad. She’s not even one of the main characters and dies pretty early on from memory🤷‍♀️

Read sacrifice might not get released until 2026 does that mean it’s bad, Captain America was also delayed . just saying

It happens like it’s not just her movie

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That doesn't make sense it me cause why would they work on her behalf after and not before? // the film is like Canadian studios right? Not hollywood? Idk how much of this works but it could be her euro agencies pulling for her? Or she might have rep in Canada? Or maybe they’ll feature her cuz of the pr she’s in, it might bring in audience? It’s no coincidence that today she decided to accept a lot of tags in her instagram that promote the relationship at the same time of the promo for the film

The production company is lucky chap which is margot robbie's company. She opened her tags because if she doesn't promote herself, who will? Her other agencies may do a post and tag her, maybe the other stars but that's it. Promoting is gonna fall on her plate.