#maybe i should be a creative director

[mobiused]

I think a lot of people forget that BBC was a small company created for the sole purpose of money laundering getting JJ to stop bothering them giving JJ the freedom to realize his artistic vision for a girl group. People say "He was just a creative director, what power do you think he had?" then the girls are constantly telling stories about him, the management he was responsible for, and his involvement in their mistreatment. Maybe if this was a company like SM it would be ridiculous to believe a Creative Director could have so much power, but this isn't SM. I'd believe the girls over the suggested scope of job roles at an iconically inept company, and it weirds me out when people don't do the same.

[13eyond13]

split is part of a trilogy in case you didn't know. i haven't watched it myself but my sister and mother watched it in the context of the trilogy and loved it, but I have a friend who watched it without knowing it was part of a trilogy and was puzzled by it and didn't like it much despite loving the acting, so I'm telling you just in case. my mother told me it was obvious it was part of a series of film so i doubted whether to tell you, but she knew beforehand and my friend didn't notice without the previous knowledge

oh ok, thank you! That probably does change the viewing experience, I haven't seen all of that director's stuff so I probably didn't catch it.

[art]

Creator Spotlight: @kevinbparry

Kevin Parry is a stop-motion animator and visual effects artist in Toronto, Canada, who creates magical and mind-bending content for brands. Prior to working in social media full-time, he animated a number of stop-motion feature films at Portland-based LAIKA.

Check out our interview with Kevin below!

How did you get your start in stop motion and animation in general?

I was always very interested in moviemaking (monster makeup and visual effects), and that led to me studying animation in college, where I specialized in stop-motion.

How has technology changed the way you approach your work?

The shift to shorter content through social media feeds has made me approach storytelling in a more concise way. When I first started my career, ‘short form’ meant a story maybe 4 minutes in length. Now, I make videos that are as short as 4 seconds!

Over the years as an animator, who/what were your biggest inspirations behind your creativity?

I’m a big fan of directors and artists who have a bit more texture to their work - blending old-school, handcrafted techniques with modern technology. Filmmakers like Michel Gondry and Wes Anderson. And, of course, magicians! The surprise and delight of magic is something I try to capture in my work.

If there is one thing you want your audience to remember about your work, what would it be?

That I left them feeling stumped and curious about how I made it! It’s the best feeling when someone tells me they watched my video a dozen times and still can’t figure it out.

As we’re wrapping up with the year, what is one thing you learnt about yourself as a creator in 2022? Any goals for 2023?

This year, I’ve been focusing on making my work less polished. Meaning ditching green screens and doing a lot more of my stop-motion and visual effects in camera. It’s a bit of a battle with the perfectionist in me, but I think my work can have a lot more charm to it if I embrace mistakes and the rougher edges.

How did you transition from working for a company to working freelance?

I was working on stop-motion animated feature films at LAIKA and then eventually left to pursue social media full-time. There were a few years of overlap where I built up an audience and had already started to get offers from companies before finally making the leap. I’m thankful for all the years spent doing studio work because it prepared me for the business side of freelance—stuff like pitching concepts and understanding when work needs to serve the client and not myself.

Do you have any tips for creators out there looking to make the same move?

My two tips are:

Be as unique as possible. You want to give companies a reason to come to you, and not someone else.

Find a balance in your work between Hollywood and homemade. You want it to be professional enough that companies trust you with their brand but approachable enough that it blends in well on social media.

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

To be honest, I’m new to Tumblr! I signed up a few weeks ago and have just begun to explore the fantastic content. If people can leave a comment with who I should check out, that would be fantastic!

Thank you for stopping by, Kevin! Be sure to check out more of their work over at @kevinbparry, and drop a comment below with who Kevin should check out on Tumblr!

[princesssarisa]

Still thinking about Disney's Beauty and the Beast and the age of the Prince when he was transformed.

Out of all the creative team, it was Howard Ashman who really wanted the Prince to have been a child when it happened. He was allegedly very angry when the directors insisted the Prince be portrayed as a young adult instead, because the tragic childhood curse was essential to his vision of the Beast's character.

But one of the main arguments that people always make against the idea of the Prince having been a child is that it's unfair. That it would have been too cruel of the Enchantress to punish a young boy that way; that only if he was a man does it really feel just.

Yet maybe Howard Ashman had a reason for wanting that element of injustice in the spell.

Many writers have discussed the impact of Ashman's gayness and his AIDS diagnosis on Beauty and the Beast. I don't need to spell out the ways that the Beast's curse and resulting status as an outcast parallels the life of a gay man with AIDS in the early '90s. Other writers have eloquently done so already. And is AIDS fair? Is AIDS something that its victims deserve? Even if it is their "own fault" that they contract it, does that make them deserve to die of a slow, painful, debilitating illness, which also makes them even more hated and feared by society than they already were for their sexuality?

Of course the Beast doesn't have AIDS. He's under a spell, which is a punishment for having been cruel and unfeeling. Maybe, for the sake of the story being told, it is better for his punishment to feel fully just and deserved. But it also makes sense that Howard Ashman should have wanted an element of unfairness and tragedy to it.

There's a tension in the Beast's character, which I've written about before: on one level, he's portrayed as an unseemly brute who needs to be tamed and transformed, yet on another level, he's a suffering outcast who needs to be understood and accepted. These two different sides of his character make him complex and compelling, but they don't always sit comfortably together. I think this is an area where the tension between those two sides can especially be felt.

[writersdare]

Keep It Quiet | Ashton Irwin

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Ashton and Y/N kept their relationship a secret for a while, but one interview made the things a little complicated.

Warning: none

Word Count: 1 819

Author’s Note: I figured I'd write a little piece about Ash, so this came to my mind. I hope you'll enjoy reading it. Maybe I should write the 2nd part? Let me now. Requests are open ♡

It’s been few months since Ashton and Y/N kept their relationship a secret. Obviously, the friends and close people knew, but for others it was still unknown, even though, fans were guessing everything right from the very beginning. To be fair, they started to talk about these two a year ago, when Ashton and Y/N only met. They were good friends at first, yet, people were constantly asking if they were dating. Perhaps, it was just too noticeable they were always drawn to each other.

In any case, no one had a desire to scream about the romance just yet. Ash and Y/N wanted to keep it private before sharing their little secret to the world. Three months felt more like a year, though, as that’s for how long their feelings were blooming. They moved in together rather quickly, it happened almost naturally and no one even thought it was a rushed decision. Maybe because Y/N was used to stay at his place anyway, before they became a thing.

They met at work, so it was double awkward at first. Y/N was responsible for a creative part of the band’s new album, no one obviously planned to become that close. She preferred to keep her personal life and the job separate, and the guys were always like that, too. After all they were professionals. Ashton was taking it even more seriously than others, that’s why it was so hard for him to make the first move. It was a totally relief, though, when the work was done, and Y/N became more of a friend for everyone. They were constantly going out all together, and that’s when Ashton figured it was the right time to act.

“How about this one?” he entered their bedroom in a black patterned shirt and dark jeans. The guy looked at Y/N in the mirror, while she was doing her hair. 

The album just came out, and the weeks were busy with the press. Apart from music, the band put a lot of effort into a visual part, and as a creative director, Y/N was attending some interviews with the guys to explain the whole art concept behind the album. 

The girl looked at her boyfriend in the mirror, but then turned to Ash and made a short step back to see his outfit fully. The musician was staring at Y/N, waiting for her verdict.

“Uh… I like the first variant better.”

“Really?!” he sighed and threw up the hands in the air, being annoyed he had to change again.

“You look good in this one, too, babe. I just like you in that velvet jacket better,” Y/N shrugged and came back to her hair.

“No, I guess you’re right,” he mumbled, looking at himself in the mirror. “Plus, if I put on a black shirt, it’d be better with the velvet,” Ashton concluded and glanced at Y/N, hoping to hear her opinion again. He was always like that, if the guy was unsure about something, he’d prefer people to tell him the same thing few times. As if he was checking if they were certain.

But Y/N only nodded, focusing on the curling iron.

“Are you nervous?” Ashton sensed her mood immediately and touched the girl’s shoulder. She looked amazing, and the musician made sure she knew that.

“Just a bit,” Y/N said honestly.

“It’ll be alright, sweetheart,” Ashton gently kissed her temple and smiled a bit, looking at her in the mirror. The girl gave him the same warm smile.

It was getting harder to keep everything private, as on the interviews they’d be asked about their relationship all the time, and it was annoying. Of course, managers were giving a set of questions hosts were not allowed to touch, but they couldn’t put them two on the list, otherwise it’d be too obvious.

“When is your car coming?” Y/N asked, when Ash went to the bathroom to change the outfit again.

“In twenty minutes. Yours will be in half an hour. Will you make it?” she heard his voice through the wall.

“Yeah, I’m almost done,” Y/N nodded.

Maybe it was a bit ridiculous, but rather necessary — they were going to the radio station separately to avoid too many questions.

Ashton left home earlier, and Y/N arrived shortly after the band. Introducing each other, the sign “on air” lit up, and the interview has begun. The program was going live on YouTube as well, so the lovebirds were sitting purposely away from each other. Ash was sitting in the end of the couch with Calum, Michael was in the middle, and Y/N was sitting in the corner with Luke. The interview shouldn’t have taken too long, it usually lasted about twenty minutes, so doubtfully anything bad could happen. Y/N sill felt like she was on the edge, but the presence of a friend next to the girl was calming her down. Asking the band few questions, the host drew his attention to her. 

“So, Y/N, tell me how was it working with the guys, how the process looked like? Where did the initiative come from? I know you’ve been working with some amazing musicians in the past, Coldplay, Harry Styles, the list goes on and on. Is the working process always different?”

“Um, yeah,” she smiled and nodded, relaxing a bit, as the question was familiar. The boys turned heads to her, so Ashton thought it was an okay time for him to stare, too. “I was really happy the guys reached out to me, it was exciting. The process is always very different, I mean a lot depends on the music and if, um, an artist already knows in what direction they want to go to, if the music is somewhat ready. With these guys it all went almost naturally,” the boys nodded. “I feel like when we first met, we already got plenty of ideas,” Y/N glanced at Luke, as he was sitting next to her.

“Yeah, that’s true,” he nodded. “I think it was clear from the very begging that we understood each other, you know.”

“Yeah. It was also helpful the guys knew what they wanted to see. It’s harder when someone reaches out to you with no idea or concept. Surely, it’s my job, too, but if someone has no clue, no matter what we start to do, everything would seem wrong.”

“Did you have such experience in the past?” the host continued the conversation. “When the artist would contact you, but have no idea what they wanted from you?”

“Oh, yeah,” Y/N nodded.

“Can you give a name?” everyone started laughing, Y/N shook her head, smiling.

“No… But to be fair, it still can work out in the end. It’s always fun to try different ideas, I feel like we also had really a lot, before sticking to the final visual concept.”

“Yeah, that’s for sure, we tried to be as open as it was possible to the new ideas,” Michael agreed, actively gesticulating like he always did.

“Now, Y/N, we all know what’s happening on the Internet, so I just have to ask you and Ash if there is something going on between you, guys?” the host was smiling wide, clearly trying to get the truth from them, and Y/N only hoped she wasn’t blushing.

“I’m as single as it can be,” Ashton joked and smiled, being obviously annoyed.

“Alright, you heard this first on the radio! Y/N? Do you have someone special in your life?”

Y/N had no idea how these questions were related to 5SOS and the album, but she only smiled, ignoring a little sting she got when Ash answered the question first.

“I’m single, too. I know it’s a rather boring answer, but I’m currently focusing on my projects and, well, love comes when it comes,” she nodded with a smile, and the girl could swear she felt a tension that was growing between her and Ash running through poor Luke and Michael in the middle. To be fair, Ashton was first, who answered in a particular way. He could just say they were friends. But she was also certain that they both hated to lie. They just had to. Y/N continued. “We’re all good friends, we care about each other and, I guess, maybe someone just got a wrong idea because of that,” she shrugged.

“Alright, just friends then,” the host nodded and continued the interview, which all of a sudden became more of torture.

As about five minutes left, they started to play a game “who is more likely to”. The questions were quite innocent and simple, so everyone finally relaxed and were answering openly, fooling around time to time.

“Okay, next question,” the host said, smiling. “Who is more of a mom in your group?”

“Ashton,” Michael said right away.

“Yeah, Ashton…” Calum mumbled, thinking. “Although, I’d say Y/N was taking his place– “

“Yeah, I actually agree,” Luke giggled. “Y/N is more caring, would always bring snacks or ask if we drink enough water...”

Ash chuckled and nodded, remembering a story he actually did not need to tell on the radio.

“That’s definitely Y/N,” he looked at her, smiling and trying to hold giggles. “Remember, when we just woke up the other day and…”

Everything happened as if in a slow motion. Y/N kept smiling, trying to hide the horror on her face. Calum’s eyes widened, and Michael glanced at Ash to give him a hint to shut up. Luke hurried up to interrupt and save the day.

“Oh, yes, we were renting that house for a while to isolate ourselves from the civilization and just focus on music and art, and the other morning we went downstairs, Y/N was already there, making breakfast for everyone. That was rather sweet.”

Y/N nodded with a smile, deciding to go with that story, even though it had never happened. It still wasn’t too far from the reality, she was caring by her nature, indeed. And the girl definitely was coming to the studio with some snacks for everyone before.

“Yeah, that was sweet,” Calum nodded, supporting a lie. Ashton just kept smiling and nodding, feeling like an idiot. Until the end of the interview he preferred to stay silent and answer only when he was asked directly.

“Well, that was really close,” Calum commented, taking a seat in a car next to others. They were going to have another interview, so Y/N was coming with them.

“I know,” Ashton sighed. “Thanks a lot, mate,” he glanced at Luke.

“That’s alright, I think it all worked in the end,” the guy nodded with a supportive smile.

Everyone agreed with him, having no idea that meanwhile the fans were analyzing the video from the live interview and talking about Ashton’s and everyone else’s reaction when he almost told a story about him and Y/N waking up together.

– gifs aren’t mine and belong to the rightful owner – saw them here @uservalentine

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All stories are original and written by me. Do not copy, trace and post anywhere without permission and credit. The stories are fictional, they do not correspond to reality and written just for fun ♡

[sitp-recs]

today is hubby’s bday! few people know this but he was my first supporter when I created this blog - in fact, the whole thing was his idea! at the time I had a starker/MCU blog and did a couple reclists. when I fell back into the drarry pit he was like “what if you did the same thing for drarry but with single recs like those book review YT channels” I was very reluctant because big fandoms can be overwhelming and I didn’t feel creative or qualified to rec HP. not only I wasn’t up to date in terms of reading, I’d always been a lurker and didn’t know anyone around here; starker was a smaller, safe community without an insane to-read list or any other type of pressure. when covid hit I decided to take his advice and created the blog to distract myself at lockdown, that’s how the sit-pee brand kick off 😂 the rest is history. I’m feeling nostalgic and wanted to celebrate him somehow; since he’s a fan of fantasy books and magical creatures - dragons in particular - I decided to do a 🐉 reclist! I’ve been wanting to rec some Charlie rarepair fics so this is the perfect excuse. enjoy!

Drarry:

Sanctuary by @stargazing-enby (2021, G, 2k)

Harry finds warmth in peculiar ways on a freezing Romanian winter day.

Keeping the Dragon Keeper by @xx-thedarklord-xx (2018, T, 4k)

Charlie still wasn’t sure what it was about dragons that drew him in. Perhaps it was their intense nature or the way they protected their kind. Maybe it was the way Harry cared for Draco, or the way the latter always kept an eye on his mate. Either way, he would do anything to protect them.

Tiny Dragons & Where to Find Them by @tasteofshapes (2020, T, 5k)

Draco finds the tiny dragon sleeping on the staircase leading up to the astronomy tower.

Dragon Wings and Flying Things by rillalicious (2018, NR, 6k)

The Annual Broom Race of Sweden is headed through the Swedish Short-Snout dragon reservation. Charlie has arranged for Harry to bring Teddy. In the midst of all the excitement, Harry finds out that one of the most famous Dragonologists in recent history is someone very familiar.

Fighting fire with fire by azyxy (2021, E, 12k)

As Deputy Director of the Ministry’s Fire Brigade, Draco Malfoy is an expert firefighter. But after things get out of hand in what should have been a routine operation and Harry Potter arrives to help, Draco finds himself getting hot and bothered for totally unprofessional reasons.

Fata Morgana by @icmezzo (2014, M, 16k)

“It’s only a mirage,” they tell Draco (and Pepper). “You must be imagining,” they dismiss him in turn. But Draco Malfoy is certain that something is out there, and, come hell or Harry Potter, he’ll find out. He will.

Next Time I Fall by sassy_cissa (2019, E, 21k)

When Harry visits Charlie in Romania – he ends up finding more than he bargained for.

Here Be Dragons by birdsofshore (2016, E, 22k)

Harry doesn’t want to waste his time investigating illegal dragonhide trading, whether it involves a fetish club in Knockturn Alley or visiting a remote island in Wales. Why the bloody hell does Malfoy always have to be up to something?

Under Giant Mountains by @wolfpants (2022, E, 33k)

Harry doesn't know where he's going. Everyone else has their life paths figured out; he doesn't even know where his map is. Who'd have thought Draco Malfoy bathing in a Norwegian forest would be the guidepost Harry needed?

Blood and Fire by @lqtraintracks (2017, E, 45k)

Harry has spent the last twelve years in Romania, not returning to England as often as he knows he should. It's complicated. But when Ginny asks him to be her best man and help her plan her wedding, he can't say no. Having a reckoning with his choices, with himself, won't be easy. To say nothing of seeing Draco again.

Survival of the Species by @romaine2424 (2011, E, 46k)

Draco approaches Harry on the 9 ¾ platform, after their sons have boarded the Hogwarts Express, and invites him over for tea. The discussion they have leads them on an adventure that neither could have expected. There be dragons! HPDH compliant but before any other canon info had been released.

An Offering of Dragons by Lomonaaeren (2015, M, 46k)

Harry decides that he really needs to take a holiday. He hits on the idea of touring the respective dragon sanctuaries of the world, and invites Draco, who he’s casually dating, to come with him.

Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w, art by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (2022, E, 76k)

Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all.

Such Great Heights by aideomai (2015, E, 93k)

Draco Malfoy, wide-eyed and pale and in a decidedly ragged shirt, was crouched next to the pile of whatever the dragon had been eating. Harry threw himself to a halt and yelled, “Merlin, how many times do I have to save your life?”

Chasing Dragons by @the-sinking-ship (2021, E, 98k)

Draco can think of only one way to outclass his pleat-front-khaki-wearing politician ex, and that’s by making headlines with an obvious upgrade. And who better to upstage the cheating bastard than the Saviour of the World, Harry Potter himself?

He Comes Like a Thunderstorm by @korlaena (2021, E, 140k)

Draco is doing his best to balance the life he wants to live and the life he’s forced to live. He’s nearing the tail-end of a long, post-war probation when Harry Potter crashes back into his life with all the grace of a charging Erumpent, breaking through his carefully constructed rules and routine.

Rarepairs:

love on high by tryslora (2015, E, 1.3k) - Charlie/Draco

Charlie loves to take Draco up on dragon back and fuck him high above the ground.

Use My Last Breath (to say I love you) by Cassiara (2020, E, 6k) - Charlie/Harry

Harry loves the way Charlie's hands feel around his neck. He's not sure how to feel about the tiny dragon or the long-distance relationship.

On the Same Side by rillalicious (2018, M, 7.5k) - Charlie/Teddy

Teddy is heading to Romania to protest a proposed anti-dragon law. He finds an interesting ally there.

Where the kind things are by epsilonargus (2018, T, 8k) - Charlie/Teddy

Charlie didn't think there was any other way to live, until he was forced to take Teddy Lupin in as a dragon trainer. Teddy didn't think he could ever be forgiven, until Charlie Weasley told him there was no shame in being kind.

Putting Charlie Right by mindabbles (2018, E, 9k) - Charlie/Teddy

Teddy is good at his job. He can take the most disorganised, poorly maintained record keeping system and have it pass any audit within weeks. Teddy is very, very good at his job, and he’d be able to prove that fact if Charlie wasn’t bent on distracting him.

In the Land of Dragons by megyal (2008, M, 10k) - Charlie/Draco

Charlie's job has changed from dragon-keeper to dragon-hunter in the apocalyptic aftermath of the war. DH-based, but not EWE-compliant; I'm sure I can say it veers into AU territory. Influenced by the movie Reign of Fire.

Exhaling Invisible Fire by gonergone (2014, G, 12k) - Charlie/Harry

As the Wizarding World tries to get itself back in order, Harry needs takes the opportunity for a rest.

Charlie Weasley's Fuck Autobiography by @lqtraintracks (2014, E, 14k) - Charlie/Teddy/Harry/Draco, minor Charlie/Bill

Charlie doesn't think that this is his Fuck Autobiography. But it so is.

Dreaming Skies by @sweet-s0rr0w and @tackytigerfic (2021, E, 20k) - Draco/Ron

Draco's life is going nowhere, so when Charlie Weasley offers him a job out on his reserve, Draco doesn't think twice before booking a Portkey. After all, it's not as if he has many other options. But when he arrives in Romania, he realises that nothing is quite what he expected...

Licurici by @lou-isfake (2021, E, 133k) - Harry/Charlie/Draco

Charlie wanted Harry, but he’d never planned on having him. He’d never planned on Draco Malfoy, either. He hadn’t planned on anything but living out his days in Romania, with his friends and his dragons and his safe, peaceful distance. Apparently, it wasn’t a very popular plan.

[good-realtor-bad-realtor-dynamic]

A whole piece on our Glenn being underrated and overlooked!

The article gets into some of his school days, Juilliard and his perspective on acting, his work on Sunny, leaving Sunny after season 12 when he'd thought the show should end (can't wait for that podcast conversation in 3 years or maybe even in Season 6 if they ever address Glenn Howerton Burnout No. 1), and later coming back, continuing to push his boundaries in acting in season 15 with the Ireland arc, and working with director Matt Johnson on Blackberry.

(Gonna use colours now to better distinguish screenshots of the article from my stuff for anyone not using dark mode)

A lot of it is quotes from Charlie and Rob, who are properly frustrated that he's been so overlooked (them, the original Glenn girlies!), his wife Jill, Megan and other people he's worked with, like an old drama teacher from school and Mike O'Brien from AP Bio.

(ok seriously who airbrushed and smoothed the shit out of his beautiful old wrinkly face in this photo, they need to be flogged)

There's also quotes from people, like the Lost writer who's a known Sunny fan and also co-wrote The Hunt, who watched him do his thing in Blackberry and think it's finally going to get him the recognition he's deserved all along.

CALL. THEM. OUT.

Honestly, all of this is just giving me a lot of respect for Matt Johnson, who was looking for comedic actors to play dramatic roles, specifically wanted Glenn to play Jim in Blackberry and had to fight to get him the role because Canadian productions with Canadian funding don't like using outside actors. This guy saw the vision and he was cool with Glenn getting that stupid haircut too.

Apparently, when Glenn received the script, his first thought was why me, shouldn't some bigshot do this role... he's such an idiot.

Something we've always known and the article confirms again is about how he's clearly grateful for the opportunities they have with Sunny, the kind that few writers/actors ever get with that level of creative control (something they get reminded of by other people in the industry a lot) but he's also been the most stifled by it of anyone in the cast because of his goal of being an actor more than the others, and so it gives him these mixed feelings about the longevity of the show.

I don't know if they've ever confirmed that RCG talked about ending the show around season 12.

He's not wrong. We know that once he came back to season 13, he did his rewrites on all the scripts featuring Dennis even though he wasn't fully back to writing yet. I personally don't think they should continue the show if any of them leave. They're better off taking longer breaks between the seasons like Curb does.

Good on you Rob. You tell them.

Seriously, they'd better now give him something good and interesting, so that it's not just us Sunny stans screaming into the void like usual.

[mooncakesofpan]

Chapter 1

The life of a top designer is stressful in itself how much will change when you find 2 glowing eyes peering back at you from your yard.  

Poly!Skz x Tall!Nonbinary!Reader

Series Warnings: mention of abuse, hybrid au, omegaverse themes, strong language, suggestive topics, and themes (see individual chapters for specific warnings)

Chapter warnings: mentions of stress, anxiety, slight angst, mentions of possible neglect, Reader uses they/them 

Word count: 3.2k

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DO NOT STEAL MY WORK

Err— Err— Err—

I turn my head to look at the clock

6:30

God it's too early

Yesterday was so tiring I wish I could sleep in but it's 6:30 and I would prefer to not mess up my current sleep schedule. I get up and shuffle my way to the bathroom to freshen up and get ready.

I know that I really should go shopping but as I look out the window I can see the rain coming down pretty hard outside. I put on jeans and a warm sweater, almost forgetting about the events that happened last night.

The sun still rises as I scroll through my phone listening to the sound of brewing coffee. The emails from the marketing team came flooding in

‘Thank you, Y/n for contacting us on the events of yesterday's unveiling of the Colra x Script fashion line. You have our hope and sympathy. We however only have a month and a half until we have to release to the public. There is enough in the budget for more fabrics, and as the project manager, it will be your job to finish up the project in a way that is deemed fit to Colra’s standards. Please ensure that at the end of the week you email the creative directors of Colra your design,

Thank you,

Theo Mclaughlin from marketing ‘

That's just great I can probably get the designs finished but getting the entire line done? that's going to be a lot. I can maybe ask two or three people to help me sew the pieces. The line was supposed to include 13 pieces.

I sigh, this was going to be a mess to try and clean up.

“uh hi—” A deep voice makes me jump slightly and turn around.im greeted with dark down eyes and longish hair and a similar height to Chan

“Sorry, didn't mean to scare you,” The male with bat ears apologizes, a smile so contagious I can't help but smile back. The dark bat years sitting on the top of his head were familiar to that of who I help to bed last night.

“Oh sorry, you caught me off guard— uh how are you feeling,” I say remembering how cold and out of it he seemed last night. On top of his head lies dark bat ears and his eyes are also very dark but warm deep and inviting. As I take in his face I see, freckles scattered across his face. Much like his eyes, I find myself getting lost in them..

“A Lot better, thank you for letting us stay here.”

“Of course, you're welcome to say as long as you want. Would you like coffee?” I offer.

He nods, sitting down at the island as I grab a mug.

“ I'm Felix by the way.” he says

 ”nice to meet you, Felix, I’m Y/n,” I say handing him the mug of coffee.

I move toward the fridge open the door and look over the contents, I pull the drawer to the fruit crisper open. the idea of fruit and eggs pops into my head. I gab the ingredient to make a fruit salad out and the eggs from a higher shelf.  I crack the eggs, mixing them up in with seasoning before pouring them into a skillet.

“So how long have you lived out here?” Felix says during our conversation.

“Oh, I think this marks almost 3 years since I bought the house I remodeled some of it though.”

“That's cool, it looks very nice,” Felix looks around the kitchen area.

“Breakfast will be finished in 15, but feel free to explore.”

Felix lights up at the opportunity to look around as I’m putting the eggs on a plate and fruit on the side.

“Chan they made breakfast,” Felix says as the other hybrid walks through the entrance

I push the plates toward the two young men.

“I was telling Felix that after he eats he can explore the house feel free to do the same,” I say smiling.

“Oh—Thank you,” Chan says with a warm smile.

I see the time, getting close to 9:30

“Oh shit— I need to work on some stuff, I'll be in my office,” I say moving around to rush in my office. I just wanted to finish doing stuff before this afternoon.

hours into redesigns I found myself wishing to slam my face into the wall. 

I've redesigned 3 of these outfits and I still have so many left to go, truly I feel like Colra is the bane of my existence.

Hoping I can sort through some of the designs I get up and move to the island in the middle of the room I typically use to lay out patterns and cut on. I hear soft knocks on the door leading me to jump for a second forgetting that two other people are staying in my house.

“Come in,” I say as I mark the designs littered on the table-like top.

I turn my head to face the door to see the wolf hybrid peeking his head in.

“Hey Chan what’s up,” I say slightly concerned, worried that something bad could have happened.”

“Sorry this was the last room,” he trails off looking in still standing near the door, looking around for me 

 “So what do you do?” his arms cross as he walks closer to the table in the middle of the room currently covered in papers and binders. His crossed arms seem tense, as if he was trying to avoid touching things.

“Oh– I'm a designer. Sometimes I put pieces together at home or make my pieces here. It's useful when I'm working from home.”

“Do you work from home? “ his voice raised a bit with surprise at the end of his statement

“Yeah kinda, sometimes I have to go in For things I’d rather not do over the phone like meetings or interviews. But I typically go in 3 days out of the week and from home,” As I let out a sigh I notice his shoulders relax.

“If you’re supposed to be off why are you working?” he asked eyebrows furrowed.

I let out a sad sigh.

“Admittedly, it's my fault. We were working with a company and I, along with my team of designers, we're supposed to do a collaboration project but when it came to the unveiling it kinda flopped,” I tap the pencil in my hand against my tabletop. “I have a little time before the line is supposed to publicly drop so I'm working to fix it and I have around a month and a half?”

“That sounds stressful, yeah?”

I chuckle at the response from the wolf hybrid.

“Yeah, but I can't let my team down. All of them tried so hard and did so well with their designs so I feel a bit guilty I guess,” I say looking up from the papers.

Chan hums softly in response to my statement and wanders around the room looking at the different cubbies and shelves. I quickly remember the idea I had a few hours ago.

“Oh— Chan I was gonna ask for some help trying to order clothes for you and Felix,” I say as I continue to mark the sketches with parts I want to keep.

“Oh you don't have to do that,” Chan says, looking back the different threads sitting on shelves. 

“I may not have to but I want to. those are two very different things, plus you guys are staying here you should feel comfortable while you do.” I looked up offering a soft smile to him.

“Uh thanks,” there's a twitch to his ears

The silence in the room is suffocating.

Did I say something wrong?

“So you live here by yourself?” he breaks the silence.

“Yeah, it's just me.”

“This is kinda a big house for just one person.” 

”Yeah sometimes it gets lonely I guess— but I like the space and I like living out here it's so different from what the environment of my job and line of work is like. Sometimes I find myself in the public eye and its nice to be able to retreat to my house all the way out here.” I ramble off as I continue to sketch up a new design.

a design that I'm finally happy with and think will get approved, I finish a design im finally happy with I place it down and reach for my laptop, Once I gather my things I start to head toward the door. I see Chan perk up a bit his fluffy ears angling towards me before his head turns to me as I go to leave the room motioning him to follow me. We walk to the living room, finding Felix seated crossed-legged on the couch watching the TV. His ears twitch slightly to follow the noise of me and Chan entering the room.

“Hey Felix,” he turns smiling.

“We're gonna order some clothes, wanna join us?” I say, patting the spot on the other side of me on the couch.

We spent next hour looking at clothes and other things they liked. Felix has a more diverse color pallet choosing things in other colors, I can tell he has a love for sweaters and hoodies. On the other hand, There’s Chan who almost exclusively chooses black a good mixture of sleeveless shirts and hoodies. 

I decided that it wouldn't be a bad idea to spend the rest of the afternoon preparing soup for dinner and relaxing. The three of us sit in comfortable silence watching a cooking show that Felix was previously engrossed with.

The night is peaceful and I can tell we're going to get along great, and I've voiced that if they ever feel uncomfortable they don't have to feel forced to stay but they are welcome to as long as they want.

And they do at least for the rest of the week. I don't exactly want them to leave, but I don't want them to think that they're stuck here. I like having them in the house, they both make me laugh especially during days that are especially painful at work. It's been a long time since I've had friends who could do that.

Making Chan smile warms my heart, he wears his emotions on his sleeve he doesn't do a good job at hiding them, and while I haven't asked about their past and I don't think it’s my place, I can tell somethings bothering Chan, 

Despite the way he laughs things off when faced with questions about how he's doing and feeling. When the clothes finally came He didn't seem displeased but his fidgeting and uneasiness made it clear something was wrong. Felix on the other hand, he's a little more open and very affectionate. He likes to hug me when I get home and lay against me if I'm reading on the couch. Which I gladly welcome with open arms. He can be hesitant to accept things or join me in activities, for example, The other day I invited him to come bake with me since I see how interested he is in baking, it took some reassurance to finally get him to come make some cookies.

I hear my alarm go off, I rush to get ready for work almost slipping down the stairs shoes in hand. I sit at the dining table crossing my legs in an attempt to quickly tie my shoe when a groggy voice comes from around the corner. 

“Oh Y/n before you go, do you mind if I try to bake something today?” Felix asks, rubbing his eyes still filled with sleep. 

“Oh yeah go for it there’s some cookbooks in the living room on the bookshelf near the window,” I respond quickly grabbing my bag to head out the door. I respond quickly grabbing my bag to head out the garage door “See you later Felix, I'll be back by 7:00.” 

When I woke up this morning I had the plan to get Chan and Felix phones, that way they would have a little more freedom and I'd feel better about leaving them at the house in case they needed something or an emergency happened. Waiting out the long day till my lunch I quickly pack my stuff and move out the door heading to my cell provider store. 

I look at the models deciding to get them the same model as mine, reliable and durable. “Uh– i'll go with 2 of these,” I point at the phone in front of me. 

As the lady rings me up I can't help but be worried they won't like the phones, or that they’ll be offended cause they don't plan to stay. I leave the store with the small bag in my hands as I go back to my car to finish my day at work.

The welcoming warmth of walking through my garage door never fails to relax me. I take off the hat I had been wearing for the day and make an attempt to slide my shoes off. Felix mixed something in the kitchen and Chan crouched near the floor looking in a cabinet tail brushing up against the floor and ears pinned back. 

”Hey guys,” I say, struggling to get my shoes off, leaning against the wall to get a better grip at my boots. “whatcha making?”

“ We found a cookie recipe in this cookbook,” Felix says motioning to the book in front of him.

I was gonna put the pair of shoes back in my room before I came back, but Chan Seems to be looking for something and can't find it,

I walk over with my shoes in hand.

“whatcha lookin’ for?” Chan jumps a little at the sound of my voice.

“Oh do you have some cookie sheets?” he says turning to me.

“ Yeah! they're in this cabinet,” I put down my shoes to look thew the cabinets and stick my hand in the back finding the sheet. 

“I don't use them very much. I'm not great with cookies but I make a good lemon cake,” I say, handing him the sheet and giving him a smile.

I pick up my shoes and head to my room to change. The warm F/c knit sweater I grab hugs me comfortingly and the grey sweats were thick and loose. I walk down the stairs to join the boys back in the Kitchen to go into the garden in hopes of finding a few vegetables harvest with it being the end of the harvesting season approaches. 

“I'm gonna head into the garden and pick some stuff,” I announce before going on the porch slipping on the boots I keep outside.

I kneel in the dirt between the slightly raised garden beds. Picking up a beet with a bite taken out of it.

Weird something must have gnawed at it.

I pick the beet regardless and put it to the side while I pick some more beets. throughout the garden looking at what all the rain has brought for me to harvest, it seems the lettuce and kale are ready for me to pick. The more I look throughout the garden the more I find bite marks and paw prints littering the moist soil, which means I probably have something eating my plants. While it's a bit inconvenient, they must be hungry, and maybe if I put down something to eat leave the rest of the garden alone. I grab a lettuce leaf and the beet I had set aside earlier, which I was originally going to put in compost. Together I place the leaf and beet on the floor in hopes that whatever is eating my garden will accept the offer as it's placed closer to the tree line. I went inside and put the basket full of vegetables on the edge of the counter. Chan and Felix put the cookies in the oven.

“Hey have you guys seen anything in the garden?”

The sound of water rushing as I turn the sink on to wash the produce

“Uh no not really why?” Chan's eyebrows furrowed.

 ”I just found some bite marks in some of the stuff out in the garden” 

” Yeah, no sorry. Do you want us to keep an eye out?” Felix asks, taking the oven mitts off and standing up straight.

 ”Sure if you guys want, I'm sure whatever's munching on the garden is just hungry.” I shrug my shoulders “Oh that's right I got you guys something” I say rushing to my bag still sitting in the hall near the garage and laundry room.

and pulling out the phones and sitting them on the table. ”oh wow,” surprise evident on Chan’s face

“Are these for us?” Felix questions. A big smile on his face.

“Yeah I wanted to get you guys something to one, contact me if anything happens and two, just to give you guys some type of freedom you're staying here but I don't want you guys to feel trapped ya know?”

I hand them the phones “I already set up your numbers with my provider and put my phone in there,”

“No one ever done something like that for us,” Chan says looking down at the phone.

“Well hopefully you guys will put them to good use,” I say smiling and moving through the entryway to the living room.

With the food ordered and eaten and the cookies on a plate in the kitchen, I for once found myself alone in the living room.

The tv plays in the background as I Scroll thru my phone. when I hear footsteps of someone coming into the living room.

I turn my head to see who the footsteps belong to, I'm surprised a bit to see Felix typically Chan is up late.

“Hey Felix, What's up?”

 ”I just want to ask you something,” He says with a shrug,

I scoot over on the couch moving to the side to give the bat hybrid more room. He sits down crossing his legs under him.

“You've been so nice since we've been here, and I guess I'm worried that you’ll ask us to leave,” his eyes are glassy, staring at his hands.

“Felix you guys can stay here forever, don't feel like you have to leave. I would love it if you guys stayed to live here with me. I enjoy your guys' company and I want you to feel like you're welcome, okay? I'm not asking you to leave and there's no plans in the future if you want to leave, that's gonna be your decision ok?” I say taking his hands into mine, ducking my head to try to look into his brown eyes.

“I don't know what the homes or centers have been like and I may never really understand but I want you to feel safe and welcome here,” tears quickly fell down the boy's freckled face as he moves to hug me, mumbling a thank you into the knit sweater that's being soaked by his tears.

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[darling-i-read-it]

The Hat

Joe Goldberg x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: stalking, literally two insane people falling in love with each other

Author’s Note: I just...love dark reader fics they’re like my heroin

Requested: by @n1ghtlux, Heyy, I had this idea for a Joe Goldberg x artist & lowkey dark!reader, yet I'm simply too unmotivated to write it myself but I'd love for you to get creative with this 💜 Artist reader who follows Joe around and secretly paints him. Maybe one day he finds out about it? Sees all the little sketches of him wearing his signature hat? And look at all the little notes on there. You've been doing so well. For him? Who's the stalker now?

Summary: the request

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Joe Goldberg thought he was so smart. He always thought he was the smartest person in the room. And you had to give it to him; he was intelligent. He was book smart. He was amazing at reading people. He could bind a book like nobody's business.

But he wasn’t all that great at stalking.

Sure, he tried. He did better than most people would. But that hat did not hide him from you.

===

Joe saw you from across the park. You were facing away from the water, which was curious. You had a canvas out and your head down, focused hard. You were gorgeous in the light and the fact that you were painting the people and not the scenery just made him love you more. You appreciated people watching.

You weren’t looking at him which meant he was not one of the people you were watching. Good. He walked past the tree and back to his car, to wait for you to walk past and hopefully notice him. He’d take off his hat, pull out a book he knew you would like and then you would have to knock on his window to say something.

He sat down in the driver's seat of his car.

You watched him carefully through your hair. He hadn’t noticed you starring, otherwise he would have come over. You painted one last stroke on his dark blue hat hiding behind the tree. It looked great. You had gotten his jawline perfect. He should have known you were letting him follow you but he was far too focused to think about that.

He had to think he was the one in control.

“What are you drawing sweetie?” You looked up from your painting and met the eyes of a kind old woman, bird food in her hand. You smiled up at her.

“My boyfriend,” you said fondly. “He’s out of town right now but I like to imagine him lurking. That’s stupid isn’t it?” You laughed nervously, scratching the back of your neck.

“No. Young love is beautiful,” she said. “I’m sure he would love that you’re thinking about him.” “Me too,” you agreed. You started to pack up, leaving one last little note for Joe Goldberg on your canvas. I love that book. When you were done packing up you would walk the opposite way from Joe’s car.

===

Joe was really annoyed that you weren’t at your scheduled lunch date with a friend. Where the hell were you? You didn’t have anything else in your planner. You hadn’t texted any other friends. He had even ordered your favorite food from the bakery.

You were actually sitting across the street from your regular bakery. You had your sketchbook out and you were sketching that hat again, like you had time and time before. Seriously, didn’t he have anything else to wear? You were kind of sick of him not changing it up.

But regardless, you had to go to your lunch date soon. Couldn’t let him catch you mixing it up.

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You had followed Joe to his job. You knew he would be there; you had his shifts down pat. You stood across the street and were happy to be sketching that hair for once. You were dawning your own hat. You had got it off Amazon, trying to match him. A little inside joke with yourself.

You signed the sketch.

Who’s the stalker now Joe?

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Joe opened the door to your apartment. It wasn’t the first time he had broken in to look around and he doubted it would be the last. He put his hat down like he was coming home because this could be his home. It could be your home together. The idea made him smile. He was going to make it happen. One day.

He turned the corner into your small living room and gasped.

There were canvases everywhere. Sketchbook papers on the wall. Like an art gallery.

They were all of him.

In places he had never seen you. At times when he was following you. In his car! His heart seized. Even the times he thought you were people watching, you had been watching him.

“You’d be my muse if you didn’t wear the same hat everywhere.”

He jumped at the sound of your voice. He turned around. You were leaning against the wall, a glass of red wine in your hand. You were looking around at your work and then quickly looked back to him

“Do you like them?” you asked. He stumbled and scoffed.

“I didn’t...I…”

“Relax. Think of us as even. You stalk me, I stalk you. You know you don’t have any good posts on Instagram? It’s suspicious and oddly adorable. I posted that one in the red top for you but I noticed you didn’t comment on it. Ouch.”

“I didn’t want to overstep.”

“I figured. But I commented on yours which should have-”

“Hinted at me. Yeah. I didn’t see that.”

You were so smart. You were so smart. He loved you. He loved all this. For a moment there he was amazed but then it was like you had seen the whole of him and matched it. Letting him know it was okay.

“Joe?”

He took two big steps forward and kissed you. You dropped your glass of wine and it shattered all over the hardwood floor. Neither of you bothered to even jump at it, you were so consumed with each other. You had your lips on his and it was just as perfect as he had imagined it. He had his hand on your hip and it felt as amazing as you had hypothesized.

Damn you.

He loved you.

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[iladkaren]

THE CONSIGLIERE: Chapter I

Pairing: Mafia!BTS x Reader

Summary:

An internship gone wrong.

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

"Work for you?" That was the first time you met Ji-Hye. She had a soft voice that reminded you of your mother, but her bright eyes held an intelligence behind them.

You were looking through the new paintings for this month's art fair when she came up behind you. You nearly dropped your drink, but managed to save it without making a fool of yourself.

"I guess so," you said awkwardly. A little nervous under her gaze, you fidgeted before realizing you should offer your hand.

The Hwan Ji-Hye. Beautiful. Smart. Kind. An overall perfectionist who cared deeply about how things worked. The perfect girlfriend. The perfect fiancée.

Dionysus Museum's Founding Director and Curator. Well-known for supporting avant-garde performance art. She has repeatedly provided a stage to aspiring performance artists at the beginning of their carrers, launching many a brilliant career. She believes that artist must be activists, and that Dionysus Museum provides a venue for fruitful, challenging debates through a fresh, boundary-breaking art.

She is also a great teacher, an incredibly kind person with a sharp tongue and an even sharper mind. And, while some have argued that she lacks creativity, she has proven countless times that there is a place for all creative ideas.

Her father, a prominent lawyer and judge, had been among the founders of the museum as well.

She was amused by your reaction. "Yes, we have an open internship this month. You should consider applying. I see you have an artistic eye."

You blushed slightly. "Oh, thank you, I didn't know they offered internships. It seems a bit odd though."

She smiled sweetly. "Well, no one else from other schools applied here, which means you may actually get in. But don't go jumping into things too quickly!"

"Uhm... that's... I just enjoy painting." You uncomfortably denied.

A sly smile spread across her lips. "Is that right?"

Your face felt hot. Why did she make everything sound so seductive? It was probably the makeup. No wonder you were having such trouble keeping your eyes off her. She was breathtaking. You were completely lost, and you hated it.

"Exactly what we require. Are you, by chance, a Fine Arts student?" She inquired, but you had a sneaking suspicion she already knew.

"Not exactly. I'm taking a year away to get my master's degree in Fine Arts, but, uhm... I haven't completed the semester yet." You nodded.

"That's fantastic! We are now seeking for additional help. We're a touch short on employees." She pointed in the direction of the ushers and guides who worked behind her.

You noticed that each guide wore a red buttoned shirt underneath their suit jackets. Each had black trousers and shoes, and carried a clipboard.

"Are those… your ushers?" You asked.

Ji Hye gave you an enigmatic smile. "We prefer to refer to them as guides, yes."

You did the math. There were a total of seven, which was obviously insufficient for a museum of this size. "I'd have to think about it."

The young woman leaned forward. "Don't think too hard. Just say the word."

You were silent for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts. Your eyes darted from person to person before settling back to her.

"Oh." She seemed depressed all of a sudden. Nonetheless, she persisted in asking, "have you ever accepted an internship before?"

"Uhm... no. I'm still on the lookout." You replied. You thought the conversation was over until her face suddenly lit up again.

"At the very least, consider it. It would make me quite delighted if you chose this internship." She softly held your arm to reassure you. "I can tell you're one of a kind."

Her smile made you feel special somehow, which surprised you. It wasn't like you were a pretty girl or anything—in fact, you thought that you looked more like someone who had spent three years playing tennis than anything else. And yet, something made you trust her. Maybe it was her confident demeanor, or her gentle manner.

It would appear that an angel had gone past. The uneasy pause seemed to go far too long. In reality, it had taken less than a minute. "Ah," you finally said, "thank you."

She squeezed your arm in reply. "Let's hope that it comes true. If not, it's okay. I'll find another way to attract new interns."

"I should probably leave." To avoid the embarrassment, you gently moved backwards, but not before saying, "but thank you for offering. I'll think about it." You instantly turned around and raced through the museum's front doors. When you realized you had made it back to your car with only seconds to spare, you stopped dead in your tracks. This entire afternoon had been a mess, and you felt utterly stupid. You were usually quite good at improvising on the spot, but nothing prepared you for Ji Hye.

Maybe you shouldn't have done that? What if it got her angry? Then again, what if it didn't? Would you have any chance of working for them then?

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

[madaboutmathers]

Hi I love your writing🧡 would you mind writing one where the reader works for Em as his creative director or event manager and he falls for her + smut if that's okay 🧡🧡🧡🧡

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

You hadn’t been working for Marshall for long; only about 6 months now but you were enjoying yourself a little too much. Surely, work wasn’t supposed to be this fun. But every morning you woke up, looking forward to the day ahead. You suppose it was because of your boss and the click you both had instantly.

The months had seemingly flown by and you and Marshall only grew closer as you worked with him for his new album. It had been busy and hectic but full of laughs and you hadn't felt so comfortable in a long time. You didn’t know that this wasn’t how Marshall usually was; he was usually so into his writing to be close with any workers, until you came.

Paul didn’t mention anything, of any boundaries that could possibly be stepped over; he enjoyed seeing his friend happy again. And he really was so soft to you, it was quite fascinating to witness; something Porter agreed with too. Like now, you had walked into the studio and Marshall pretty much melted for you. “Morning.” You called to the room with varied greetings coming your way as you settled at the desk. You gracefully placed your papers down and curled onto the sofa with Marshall already moving to your side; something he always did. “You good?” He asked, his notepad of lyrics resting on his lap.

“Yeah, all good here. You?” You hummed, turning to have your full attention on him, which Marshall enjoyed a little too much. You reached for your diary and Marshall fought against staring down at your ample breasts that pushed against your dress of the day. “Better now.” He teased with a wink. You shook your head at his flirting; thinking he was like that with everyone. “Hmm, I don’t believe you.” Marshall only smirked as you flicked through the diary and began to take notes of the dates. “Are you ready for this month?” You gently asked, moving the topic to be more professional. 

“I am with you. Couldn’t do this without you.” Marshall hummed, writing down the dates. “Shut up Marshall. You did it without me.” You teased back. Marshall only shrugged his shoulders; maybe, but it wasn’t this enjoyable. Time began to move as you both planned out his trips and appearances. 

~

“You know, you didn’t have to buy me dinner.” You whispered over the table of the restaurant. It was one of his places he went to in Detroit so thankfully there was hardly any attention. “I have to thank you somehow.” Marshall hummed and you tried not to think about the many other ways he could. “Do you treat everyone like this?” You asked, wondering if you were special or if he was just nice. “Not at all.” Marshall answered truthfully, even if he couldn’t think why he was treating you differently. A soft blush came over you at his answer as you tried to distract yourself with the menu.

“Guess I must be special then.” You giggled and reached to sip the juice you had gotten; you didn’t want to drink in front of him. “Hmm, guess so.” Marshall continued to tease, but he believed it. “Do you know what I should pick?” You asked, leaning close once more and your heads nearly touched. Marshall leaned closer; his eyes nearly fluttered at your mouth watering scent. His fingers brushed against yours for a short moment. Your heart skipped a beat at the closeness you found yourself in. “I recommend the pasta dish. I know how much you like that.” Marshall whispered into your ear.

You ducked your head with a blush at the idea of Marshall knowing your likes in food and it had you wondering what else he knew. “Thank you,” You whispered and leaned away; your lips nearly touching. Thankfully the waiter came and broke the situation up that was quickly becoming hot.

~

“Thank you for walking me home.” You ducked your head when Marshall came to a stop outside your home. “Anytime.” Marshall whispered and you noticed he began to chew on his bottom lip. Your eyes followed his movements. Those blues of his moved up to lock onto your own eyes. “Y/N..” He softly began. “Yeah?” Your eyes fluttered softly as he stepped closer; your back gently hitting your door. “I really like you.” His words easily fell from his mouth even if his heart skipped a beat. “I like you too.” You whispered; chewing on your bottom lip. You watched as his eyes seemed to light up at that.

His fingers softly stroked your cheek and you found yourself leaning into him instantly. “What about work?” You couldn’t help but ask. “What about it?” Marshall whispered, your noses brushing against each other. “Isn’t it unprofessional?” You locked eyes with him; nearly losing yourself in his blues. “Aren’t I the boss?” Marshall teased and you ducked your head with a soft giggle before finally finding some courage. His hands moved down your sides as you moved to open the door and stepped back. There was no more time for talk as your lips quickly found his as the door fell shut behind him.

His hands were all over you and picked you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” Marshall whispered into your ear. His hands moved up your legs, pushing your dress to your waist before tugging your soaked thong down. “Me too.” You whimpered out. “Wanted to put you over my desk when I first met you.” Marshall continued to speak as your hands tugged his jeans down just enough. “Marshall.” You softly whimpered out, his words getting to you. A smirk was your only response as he began to push his hard cock inside you. Your moans easily fell from your lips.

Those blues of his burrowed into your own eyes as you leaned close and captured his soft lips again before he started to fuck you against the wall. Your fingers moved into his hair as your legs wrapped around him tighter. His hand slowly moved to play with your soaked sex; teasing your clit. Your hands moved to his arse and began to palm him, bringing Marshall closer as your face so prettily screwed up in pleasure. He could watch you all day, Marshall thought to himself as he quickly moved to bring you over the edge. Marshall planned on pleasuring you until you forgot this could be a bad idea.

[hshouse]

i’m gonna go off on the “female pleasure” thing sorry spoilers idk maybe dwd spoilers

to say this movie is about female pleasure is to completely misunderstand your own movie. it’s to buy into the fucked up world the men in the movie created. it’s to throw your main character under the bus. it’s all rape. it should be fucking creepy. who cares if its him giving her pleasure when her ENTIRE LIFE is about giving him pleasure. I can’t understand a director missing the point of her own movie like this (she didn’t write this story, this is not her creativity).

[weclassybouquetfun]

Don't Do call it a comeback.

The Golden Globes - the least respected awards show, but one that the industry loved because of the fawning, star-f*cking Hollywood Foreign Press Association and, hey, who doesn't a party and free flowing drinks - returns after the industry had to put on a time-out because of controversies surrounding their leadership.

While there were some film and television critics who called on press to not write about the event as they didn't feel the HFPA has truly addressed their failings, and celebrities who didn't even comment on their nominations because to do so would seemingly mean that they have forgiven the HFPA, there was still a good bit of star power on hand. And I must say I am pretty happy with the winners.

BEST MOTION PICTURE – DRAMA The Fabelmans

*It's Spielberg so it's a well-made film, but it wasn't extraordinary. As I exited the screening someone ahead of me turned to their friend and said, "Well, not all of his films can be epic.". Spielberg has the hard task of topping himself. Upon reflection though, I appreciate the film more. Yes, I think he should have chosen to either focus on the familial relationship and his parents' marriage (the most interesting part of the film) or focus on a teen chasing his love of filmmaking - honestly, Spielberg's documentary exists so this film needn't cover both. But it's a brave thing for him as a son to examine their parents as mere humans and come to a place of understanding and acceptance of that (in reality it took Spielberg much longer than his film counterpart to come to peace with his parents' failed marriage).

BEST DIRECTOR – MOTION PICTURE Steven Spielberg (The Fablemans)

BEST MOTION PICTURE – MUSICAL OR COMEDY The Banshees of Inisherin

MORE WINNERS

BEST ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – MUSICAL OR COMEDY Colin Farrell (The Banshees of Inisherin)

*The award was always Farrell's to lose and while I love he won, I was also pulling for Ralph Fiennes (The Menu). In typical Colin Farrell fashion he gave a wryly funny and heartfelt acceptance speech (which he started out big-upping Ana de Armas for her work in BLONDE), thanking Martin McDonaugh, his cast and his two sons James and Henry.

James is 19 already!

BEST SCREENPLAY – MOTION PICTURE Martin McDonagh (The Banshees of Inisherin) *McDonagh thank his cast including "new friend Barry Keoghan who almost stole the movie and Kerry, an old friend who did steal the movie."

McDonagh attended with his partner Phoebe Waller-Bridge.

I wonder if Waller-Bridge bumped into Donald Glover. The two were to star in Amazon's TV adaption of MR. AND MRS. SMITH - a project that Glover brought to the streamer. He brought in Waller-Bridge who he became close to when they made SOLO (he also feted her when she won her BAFTA-LA honour). But in 2021 it was announced they had creative differences and she left the project. When Glover wrote about it in his self-interview in Interview magazine last year he wrote, "I still like her. I assume she still likes me." Waller's replacement is Maya Erskine of PEN15.

BEST MOTION PICTURE – NON-ENGLISH LANGUAGE Argentina, 1985 (Argentina), Prime Video

BEST ACTRESS IN A MOTION PICTURE – DRAMA Cate Blanchett (Tár)

BEST ORIGINAL SCORE – MOTION PICTURE Justin Hurwitz (Babylon)

BEST ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – DRAMA Austin Butler (Elvis)

*Austin was asked about his still present Elvis accent. He says he doesn't think he sounds that much like Elvis anymore, but says it is now in his DNA. Maybe when he does commentary for the DVD?

BEST MOTION PICTURE – ANIMATED Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio *A great film and deserving but I have a soft spot for PUSS IN BOOTS: THE LAST WISH. I highly recommend it.

BEST ACTRESS IN A MOTION PICTURE – MUSICAL OR COMEDY Michelle Yeoh (Everything Everywhere All at Once)

BEST ACTRESS IN A SUPPORTING ROLE IN ANY MOTION PICTURE Angela Bassett (Black Panther: Wakanda Forever) *First major award win for an MCU project.

Her 1994 win vs. 2023.

Bassett and husband seemingly gathered their son after he participated in a TikTok prank ans told them Michael B. Jordan died.

BEST ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE IN AN MOTION PICTURE Ke Huy Quan (Everything Everywhere All At Once)

*I think Ke Huy Quan's return to acting has eclipsed Brendan Fraser's role in THE WHALE as this awards season feel good story. Quan gave an emotional and enthusiastic speech, shouting out Steven Spielberg who cast him at 7-years old in INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM and later GOONIES which Spielberg executive produced.

While Quan has recently reconnected with Harrison Ford at last year's D23 (where Ford was stomping for the next Indiana Jones film and Quan season 2 of LOKI),

Quan and Spielberg has kept in touch over the year. After not finding acting work Quan began working behind the scenes in film as a stunt choreographer and assistant director. and Spielberg would frequently invite him to his film sets.

And while THE GOONIES cast has often reunited over the years like for their DVD commentary and other things, the one Goonie Quan remains the closest to is Jeff Cohen who played Chunk who has been Quan's lawyer for years.

BEST ORIGINAL SONG – MOTION PICTURE “Naatu Naatu” (RRR)

*This whole time I thought "Naatu Naatu" was the end credit song of RRR, but no, that's "Etthara Jenda", which to me is the much better song. Some people speculate it's a bit too political which is why the studio didn't put it forward for consideration because you have to remember, India did not put RRR forward for anything - its American distributor is running this campaign. It's that distributor who has put it forward for Best Picture for the Oscars.

How big is RRR here in the states? Los Angeles based Beyond Fest announced they were selling tickets for a IMAX screening and cast Q&A and the tickets sold out in 98 seconds.

BEST TV SERIES – DRAMA House of the Dragon

BEST TV SERIES – MUSICAL OR COMEDY Abbott Elementary

BEST ACTOR IN A TV SERIES – DRAMA Kevin Costner (Yellowstone)

BEST ACTRESS IN A TV SERIES – DRAMA Zendaya (Euphoria)

BEST TV LIMITED, ANTHOLOGY SERIES OR TV FILM The White Lotus

BEST ACTOR IN A LIMITED, ANTHOLOGY SERIES, OR A FILM MADE FOR TV Evan Peters, Dahmer (Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story)

*Years ago I went to a panel Evan was on IIRC it was when Evan did the American Horror Story season of CULT and Evan talked about how supportive and caring Sarah Paulson is because AHS darkness often takes a toll on him and Paulson held enough awareness that she could tell when things were getting too rough on him and she would step in if the director/s were making him do too many retakes or if shooting went on too long. I hope in that time he has built up the armor he needs to not get worn down if he's going to keep playing in Ryan Murphy's toybox.

BEST ACTRESS IN A LIMITED, ANTHOLOGY SERIES, OR A FILM MADE FOR TV Amanda Seyfried (The Dropout)

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS – TV LIMITED SERIES/FILM Jennifer Coolidge (The White Lotus)

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR – TV LIMITED SERIES/ANTHOLOGY/TV MOVIE Paul Walter Hauser (Black Bird)

*I am just going to assume Taron made this special post to show people that there are no hard feelings over PWH not thanking Taron during his speech.

Taron (in Giorgio Armani with his mum) was nominated for a SAG Award.

BEST ACTRESS IN A TV SERIES – MUSICAL OR COMEDY Quinta Brunson (Abbott Elementary)

BEST ACTOR IN A TV SERIES – MUSICAL OR COMEDY Jeremy Allen White (The Bear) *Very happy for White but I really wished he had been recognized during his SHAMELESS years. He was as good as the often recognized William H. Macy and Emmy Rossum.

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS – TV SERIES Julia Garner (Ozark)

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR – TV SERIES Tyler James Williams

[gay-trains]

Some thoughts on the symbolism of charlie’s cigarettes and Erin’s asthma.

The Cigarettes are way more than JUST Charlie’s addiction to nicotine. They are a symbol of his selfishness and how he treats people. Remember, it isn’t “I lost my cigarettes” or “I forgot my cigarettes” or “My cigarettes went missing” it is “ERIN lost my cigarettes” It is the device through which we see him shirking blame.

Charlie clearly wants to make ALL The decisions in the show but when those decisions don’t lead to success, it isn’t his fault. His cigarettes are his want to have it all, ordering people around, but not having to bear with the consequences.

That is WHY Du��met’s trap for Charlie is so genius, it isn’t JUST about the cigarettes, it is about Charlie’s selfishness and his overbearing nature the cigarettes are his neurotic need to be in control of everything that ruins the show he is trying to make.

A director’s job, is to facilitate an environment in which every single person can do their job to the best of their ability, without much or any interruption, and have it come together as a cohesive vision. I have worked with great directors before that were GREAT at this. Everyone has their instructions, everyone knows their assignment and everyone has the means to make it happen.

Charlie’s denial when Erin asks if he wants to direct movies still, is also a sign of this need to be in control. By convincing others, that what he does is important or more important than what he used to want, maybe they will believe it...and so maybe he will too. It is the same as saying “oh i didn’t want to win anyway” when you lose a game, you want to seem in control, not like you are helpless and don’t know what to do. Which Charlie is.

And his Cigarettes are his grip on that control, he is a stress smoker, clearly and the cigarettes are the symbol of that stress, the symbol of his problems, the manifestation of the very flaws that brought him into this position.

Which is WHY it is such a great moment, when he is offered a cigarette at the end and for a moment, he reaches for it....but then declines. It isn’t JUST him declining the cigarettes, it is the writers way of showing how much he has CHANGED. like the curator said, Charlie learned that being a leader is more than ordering people around, you have to see your team as equals and also let them take charge when the time is right.

Charlie’s arc is learning how capable his team is, and that he can trust them to do good if he just lets them. Instead of having his hand in every single soup. He is a director...why is he telling Mark to not get creative with the photography? Why would he tell Erin to not try out something new with the sound when she is literally responsible for that, Why is he telling KATE the expert with the Masters in  criminal psychology and investigative journalist, To not change his scripts? Kate SHOULD be the one writing her text,

Mark SHOULD get creative with photography or at the very least be allowed the opportunity to try stuff out and if it sucks then you throw it away. Erin, as the sound mixer should fucking be able to sound mix and not be his personal assistant. PA’s exist for a reason.

The stress comes from him not being able to trust them to do a good job, despite them obviously being quite capable in their fields. He needs to loosen his grip and eventually he does...he let’s go of the anxiety, aka....he quits smoking cigarettes. or at least is trying.

Just wanted to put this thought out there. Idk, it also shows just how deep the symbolism of the trap goes that du’met set for him. It is probably the deepest most dramatic, he was kind of lazy when it came to Kate, yeh sure there was the article......now what? and Mark? he didn’t rly think of much of anything special for him.

He did focus on Erin a bit more, he gave her the opportunity to be brave, offering her inhaler. fear would have been to try to attack him, bravery, was to try to grab it, and buy time enough to live. And we SEE that he respected that bravery when she made that choice, only cutting a bit of her hair and leaving.

I’m sure he to an extent sees himself in Erin a bit, or at the very least his younger self, a scared vulnurable boy, and Erin is also scared and vulnurable. his REAL trap for her was also quite personalized, with the fact it was A. a hospital...Erin is dependent on an inhaler means you gotta get perscriptions for them and have to pick them up, and asthma attacks can land you in the hospital.

She has a medical issue she lives with so her dying in a medical ward, would make sense, not to mention she is avoiding said medical issue, trying not to think about her asthma and trying to mind over matter it, but the reality is it is not giong away and the medical ward in a way is also a symbol of that.

Jamie’s texts etc, are of course also a thing in there cuz he knew about her liking Jamie I suppose, and also a symbol of her fear, because she was too afraid to make a move. and again a second time she is given the opportunity to be brave....to listen to ‘jamie’s voice in the recording and hide.....or to run, and have to face him. I do feel like if Du’met feels about ANYONE as a possible successor....I could SEE it being Erin.

You can’t mind over matter Asthma...bravery is to face the reality of what you are dealing with. and working with it in mind, not avoiding it. Admitting to yourself you cannot stop this thing from happening and are dependent on some medication or other, is a scary thing to admit to ones’ self...it is giving up a part of your illusion of control. a little like charlie. But only by facing it can you move on. and du’met almost seemed like he wanted to TEACH that to her.His traps for her felt more like tests...lessons.

In short, I think Du’met and Charlie are Erin’s gay Dads with Charlie being stressed and snappy sometimes and Du’met only needing to give the man a stern look, for him to admit he was wrong and regret whatever it is he said to their daughter and apologizing cuz he IS trying to be better.

While Du’met is the dad teaching her to stand up for herself, to be a wolf, not a sheep. And Charlie being the one to reign in Du’met when he goes too far with some of his teachings.

[sweet-potatah-pie]

i’m a chronic twitter user and there’s been a lot of patf discourse happening over the past week and a half. for starters there’s speculation that disney might end up canceling the tiana series because on disney’s website they changed the release date from “2024” to “coming soon”. also, there’s rumors that disney is working on a disney live action and there’s been a shit ton of terrible fancasts (like someone said avan jogia from victorious should play naveen and i busted out laughing LMFAOO).

since you’re a big fan of the franchise, i really wanted to know your thoughts. is there anyone you would want to see in a live action if it happens? personally, i really don’t want a patf live action cause i find the idea of watching realistic looking frogs falling in love to be a bit bizarre 😭😭😭. plus disney’s live action track record isn’t really that great imo (but i can’t see what they do with the little mermaid). also, i’ll be really disappointed if the tiana series ends up actually being cancelled cause i’ve been looking forward to it for a while.

OMG! If Disney canceled the animated show I would be soooo heartbroken!!! 💔😭💔😭That's all I want from them!

I’m not surprised that this sort of discourse would be all over Twitter though. People probably feel emboldened by the presence of a Black female live action lead with Halle Bailey as Ariel in The Little Mermaid remake, and think now’s the time to push for a live action Tiana. Even the director that Disney tapped for the animated series, Stella Meghie, straight up went to Disney in the hopes of making a live action The Princess and the Frog before they came to her with the idea of the animated show.

TO ME, that is telling of her true intentions. Because if she really wanted to just make art/tell stories, an animated series is the way to go in my book. But wanting to direct a frame-for-frame live action remake is just about making money. There’s nothing new or artful about that. But all those shitty remakes gross $1 Billion. I’m not even the least bit excited for The Little Mermaid. Congrats to Halle on securing the bag though. 🤷🏾‍♀️And I guess, at least brown kids coming up now will have a little bit more representation.

There aren’t any actors I’d cast in a live action PATF, because that is not a movie I want in the slightest. 🤣The fancasts are all atrocious though. People forget that Tiana has a rich, deep brown complexion and that she should LOOK 19-years-old. LOL! (Okay, I guess I would MAYBE cast Coco Jones as Tiana if I HAD to??? And then I give up after that, because I remember I don't want this remake. 🙃)

Also, if Disney were to “rewrite” the live action remake as a “fixit” film so that Tiana (and maybe Naveen) are human the whole time… why not just put that creative energy into telling completely new stories about them? Or into reviving their beautiful 2D animation?

I guess this is all just to say, I think Disney’s live action remakes are lazy, capitalist money grabs, and I don’t support them at all. 🙃👋🏾I get wanting Black women actors and directors to make money, but it will not be MY money they will be taking.

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Love at the Craft Table

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 2, 104

Summary: a flashback to you and Dieter on the set of Bark of Justice

Warnings: Dieter being a bit grumpy, being harassed by a “nice guy”, changing points of view

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The craft table was empty. It was safe to venture out there. You were hoping to refill your bottle with iced tea and maybe grab and sandwich before…

“Hey, do you want some sour Skittles?”

You swear, Kevin was a walking jump scare, waiting around for you in the shadows like a creeper.

“Um, no thanks I just…”

“Are you into surfing? I’m totally into it. I grew up near the beach, so I went every day. You must’ve been the same, we have so much in common.”

“No, I didn’t live near a beach, and it got cold a lot where I…”

“Woah, cold in Australia? That’s crazy”

“Tasmania is quite close to Antarctica actually.”

“Yeah, well I don’t surf anymore, and it took me an hour to drive to the beach so…”

You really needed to find a polite way out of this situation, and you spotted him.

“Mr. Bravo, are you needing any help?”

*****

Last day of filming. Dieter sure wasn’t going to miss this crazy month of filming and the crazy prosthetics, but he would miss you. He thought about trying to work up the courage to attempt at flirting but then immediately decided against it. Rule number one: don’t flirt with the people who are responsible for making you look good, no matter how pretty they are.

Speaking of which, she was over at the craft table. He realised he was thirsty, so he headed over there. Where’d this grip git whatever the fuck his name was come from? You clearly weren’t interested in him, but he didn’t seem to get the message. And he didn’t deserve to be in her presence, just take the rejection and move on. Why didn’t assholes take no for an answer?

“Mr. Bravo, are you wanting any help?”

Oh, you were standing right in front of him, looking so beautiful and…pay attention, don’t get lost in those eyes.

“Um, I was thirsty, but not sure if I should stick with the water or just splurge for the last day?”

“The iced tea is nice. It’s peach and I love it or…”

“Well, you’ve sold me on it.”

You gratefully took his tumbler and filled it up for him, his arm being a little stiff from the fake arm you put on him earlier.

“Here you go Mr. Bravo.”

“Please, we’ve been working together for a month, call me Dieter.”

You didn’t say anything, so he awkwardly took a sip. “Hey, that is good.”

You smiled, “Glad you like it.”

“Thanks, you’re a peach!” Why did he say that? That was the most stupid thing to say.

But you just smiled and walked away happy, so it wasn’t too big a disaster. He hoped.

*****

You took the job for Sap of Justice because it gave you creative freedom. The brief from the director was that a man was slowly being turned into a tree, and they wanted it based as much in reality as possible. You spent hours researching cases of people suffering from illnesses which could possibly resemble someone being slowly turned into a tree. They were thrilled with your ideas.

Thankfully the actor didn’t require a full body of prosthetics, and the makeup work was spaced out so he wouldn’t have to suffer. Mr. Bravo only had to spend the second third of the filming in full prosthetics, and he was thankful because he could barely move. His assistant seemed to have scarpered, so you worked double duty as his helper, feeding him between takes and making sure he was still comfortable. You didn’t mind as you could keep an eye on your work. 

You were warned of his reputation, but he was the first actor not to flirt with you. The actor playing the wife murderer leered at you while you put a fake bullet hole in his forehead, wishing it was a real one.

You felt kind of safe around Mr. Bravo. Now was the first instant of him attempting to flirt with you and you had to admit that you like it.

*****

Dieter trudged over to the craft table now that he had a lunch break. He noticed you sitting off to the side in the shade.

“Did you want a seat Mr. Bravo?” you indicated to the seat next to you.

He nodded and walked over while you took your kit bag off the seat next to you. He noticed for the first time it had a big Vincent labelled across it.

“Vincent?” he gestured while he sat down.

“Oh, that’s the name of my bag.”

“He’s not named after Vincent Price, is he?”

“He is! You’re the first one to get it.”

“I don’t know any other Vincents” his stomach grumbled, reminding him why he was here.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you must be hungry. Can I go and get you something?”

“You don’t need to…”

“You’re already sitting down, and I wanted to get myself something, so I don’t mind.”

“Sure um, what do you recommend?”

“I just had the chicken salad which is nice. And it won’t make much of a mess of your face.”

“I trust your judgement.”

You came back shortly with a plate piled with food and refilled his tumbler.

“This is good”

“I know. I feel bad if I take some to take home with me, but it tastes too good.”

“Hey, I like that idea. Should’ve done that myself.”

You both chuckled but then Dieter felt and awkward pause coming up. “So, you like Vincent Price?”

He knew you loved films, often he’d name a random one and you’d know of it, surprisingly for him.

“Of course! That man could read the dictionary and I’d be in awe.”

“I think I watched Witchfinder General five times before I could get the voice right.”

You almost jumped out of your seat in joy, “You can do the voice?!”

But before Dieter could do his best rendition, you were rudely interrupted.

“Hey, did you want any sour Skittles?”

“No, thank you.” Kevin sucked the joy out of you now.

“I’d like some.” Dieter muttered but that grip git quickly shoved them back into his pocket.

“I only had one left so…” Kevin pawed at the ground, “So, I was, we were having a wrap party afterwards. Me and the gang. Would you like to join…?”

“No, thank you. I have things to do.”

“It’s no big deal but, I, we, put together to order in pizza and…”

Dieter butt in, “She said no.”

“Uh…”

“She said no, now do you mind? We’re having lunch here.”

Kevin shuffled off, mumbling something rude towards Dieter under his breath.

“You didn’t have to do that Mr. Bravo.”

“He’s a Skittle stealing git is what he is, so I wanted to.”

“Oh, were you wanting some?”

“Skittles? Nah, your cookies are sweet enough for me.”

He shouldn’t have said that. He shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t flirting, was it? No, it was just a compliment.

“Thanks, um, I should take Vincent to…over there. See you later Mr. Bravo.”

*****

You were definitely developing feelings for the actor. You’d never had any kind of romantic feelings for an actor, anyone, for a while. Always closing yourself off to avoid the hurt feelings of betrayal. This felt different though, like he’d never stab you in the back.

He felt more like a romantic hero than the secret killer. You imagined him with a chainsaw hand fighting deadites and you had to pull yourself out of that pool of swooning. But you had to be professional, he was probably like that with everyone. You really did want to hear his Vincent Price impression.

*****

That’s a wrap was one of the greatest sentences ever uttered. Finally, he can get out of this character, out of this location, out of this costume. Getting out of this makeup meant that you would be out of his life though.

This was his final chance to maybe suggest maybe going out for a possible no pressure drink. But you’d probably say no, so best not to ask in the first place. But what is you said yes? Feelings were hard. Everything was so much easier when he was on drugs, he didn’t have to worry about feelings. Feelings just made everything hurt.

He was quiet throughout his final time in the makeup chair. He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to deal with seeing your beautiful smiling face for the last time. He mumbled a quick thank you and left before he felt the tears well up.

Now he was sitting around waiting for his driver, eyes closed and wallowing in regret. He opened them with a sigh and noticed you off in the distance packing away up your car. Maybe he should offer to help? Was that being too forward? It seems though, that someone had the same idea.

*****

“Hey, you want some help?”

How did he learn to move so quickly? And silently? He must be part alien possessed by a poltergeist or something.

“No, thank you, I have a system and…”

“It’s no big deal” ignoring your protests, he grabbed your tote bag and spotted your box of cookies, “Hey, cookies. Why weren’t these at the craft table?”

“I made those so…”

Immediately he opened it and shoved a cookie into his mouth, “These are good. Why didn’t I get one?”

“They’re only for, um, can I have it back please?”

He held it away from you as crumbs spilled out from his mouth.

“Come on, I’ve been nothing but nice to you. Don’t I deserve one?”

You just stood there in silence, arms waiting for your cookie box.

“I’ll give it back to you. If you give me a kiss.”

You felt the panic crawling up along with the tears, “Please”

“Or you could go out with me. That’s all I want from…”

“Please”

Suddenly, Kevin was being shoved against your car. Dieter had him pinned there, holding him with one hand.

“Leave her alone” he calmly stated. With his other hand, he took your cookie box out of Kevin’s two hands. You only just realised how big his hands were and you did the makeup on them for a month.

“Now, if you ever bother her again I will send people after you. Bad people. Because I know some, bad people that is.”

“Okay, okay” he stammered out.

“And apologise to her.”

Kevin barely whimpered out an apology, but it was enough that Dieter eventually let go of him. He almost growled and Kevin ran off like a man who’d wet his pants which amused Dieter. He softened when he looked at you.

“Are you okay?”

You wiped away tears you didn’t know you shed and nodded. Dieter then nodded and handed you back your rescued cookie box.

The act almost made you swoon.

Dieter was glad he didn’t punch that grip git in the face, even though he really wanted to. Punching people in the face was not a good look for an Oscar winner. He scared him good though, pretty sure he wet his pants. He chuckled at the thought of that.

“Dieter.”

He turned around, almost not recognising his name coming from your mouth.

“Um, thank you for…”

“Hey, I’m sure anyone would’ve…”

“No, I don’t think anyone would’ve. Do you want the last cookie?” you practically shoved the box in his face to avoid the embarrassment.

“Uh, sure”

He wasn’t sure if he should eat it now or later, you were fidgeting a lot.

“I don’t normally do this but, would you like to get together and watch a movie sometime?”

Dieter’s brain short-circuited for a second and he answered way too quickly, “Yeah, I’d love to.”

“Oh, good” you seem relieved, “What’s your number so…”

Oh shit, “I don’t know, sorry.”

“That’s okay, do you have your phone on you?”

Oh, shit again, “I have no idea where it is.”

You held up a finger, “Wait, two seconds.”

You scurried off, leaving Dieter with nothing to do but he his cookie. You came scurrying back holding a piece of paper.

“This is my number” you said, holding it out to him. “Give me a call sometime and we can organise something. Or text me, whatever works for you.”

He remembered in time not to drop the cookie from his mouth, “Yeah, sounds great. I’ll do that.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Why would I?”

“I don’t know…you really don’t mind getting together to watch a scary movie?”

His brain short-circuited again.

“I’d love to watch a scary movie with you.”

Films referenced: Witchfinder General (1968), Evil Dead 2 (1987)

Lovingly tagging @cevans-is-classic