#principes premiers

[waterloo-carte]

It’s amazing to see Nick’s metamorphosis over the years. In fact, the amazing thing is to see your ability to transform with each new character. For me, this is the true meaning of being an actor/actress.

[dance-world]

Congratulations to Antoine Kirscher - Paris Opera Ballet - on his promotion to Principal Dancer on November 4, 2022

[machidielontheway]

i've found that for acting what makes it or break it for me is the acting in the voice. i think watching shows in my non-maternal language erases a bit of it : i just don't have the habit to hear when it verges from "when it's real".

but in french (i'm watching Lupin) i know why so many french shows i find not good / badly acted : because they don't fucking know how to act with their voice !!! it's sounds SO rehearsed or bland or fake like they're reading out loud and "giving it some characters" but it doesn't match 1:1 what they're acting with their body

[formulauno98]

Yacht Girl Summer - Chapter One / Thursday- George Russell x Reader, Toto Wolff x Reader

It's Summer and you've been dating George Russell, golden boy of the Mercedes Formula One Team, for the last year. Outwardly it looks like the perfect relationship, travelling the world hand-in-hand with your rich and famous other half but lately you've started to feel like an accessory to his success.

When you're invited aboard his boss' yacht for the week, you start to get to know the man who so often is the object of your boyfriend's affection, enigmatic Team Principal, Toto Wolff. Steely at first, as you get to know him, you start to see why your boyfriend is so enamoured.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Nothing spicy yet. This is going to be a slow burn and if you're uncomfortable with the idea of two-timing don't read this.

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction. No use of Y/N and minimal descriptions because I want everyone/anyone to be able to enjoy this.

THURSDAY MORNING

As you packed the last of your vacation outfits into your weekend bag you sighed, thinking about how you were going to survive this week. You’d been dating your boyfriend for almost a year and things had started well but lately, you felt something was off. 

For all intents and purposes, he was a catch. Good on paper as some people would say. He was a Formula One driver and a talented one at that, he was smart, he was funny (even though sometimes he didn’t mean to be) and he was kind. It also didn’t hurt that he was tall, easy on the eye and allergic to wearing a shirt ninety percent of the time.

Yes, George Russell was outwardly the perfect boyfriend. Just not the one for you. In your heart of hearts, you knew that he just wasn’t the one and it wasn’t fair to keep stringing him along. His work took precedence and you found yourself constantly making awkward small talk with random people during events, his focus entirely on his career. 

To begin with, life as a Formula One partner had been exciting, a glamorous world previously closed off to you now opened. You’d accompany George to races here and there, cheering him on from the garage, living the highs and lows and trying to support him as much as you could. Then there were tennis matches, charity galas, fashion shows, and even glossy film premieres and he always needed a date. 

He was quick to include you in his busy life but after a year of being treated like arm candy, playing second fiddle to George, the novelty had worn thin. You were no more than an accessory. Old men leered at you, girls were jealous and the mechanics thought you were some kind of bimbo gold-digger. It was decidedly less fun than it looked and you knew you owed it to yourself to put a stop to it.

It was difficult as George had not done anything wrong, he just sometimes forgot that you were a person and took your support for granted. You’d voiced your feelings but they were only ever met with empty promises. Even your Summer plans had been hijacked by his work as he’d cancelled the trip to South Africa that you’d booked in favour of accompanying his boss on his yacht for a week. 

You’d had numerous arguments about his overly close relationship with his boss, the mildly terrifying Mercedes Team Principal, Toto Wolff. You hadn’t spent much time with the man but George practically lived in his pocket. He even stayed at his house when they worked at the factory in the UK. It was strange, to say the least, and you’d had to learn to live with the unusual dynamic between the pair of them, awkwardly saying hello to the intimidating Austrian when you were in the garage but never quite breaking through his cool demeanour.

George on the other hand, loved his boss and was constantly “Toto says this,” “Toto recommends that.” So when he’d invited him onto his yacht for the Summer, he hadn’t hesitated to drop all other plans. Even if that meant you not getting to go on the safari you’d meticulously planned.

Casting your mind back to how the conversation had gone, you were still annoyed about it.

“It’s just for a week.” George had pleaded, “And it’s good for my career to be close to Toto. I owe him everything.”

You rolled your eyes, having heard this spiel before. “Why don’t you just ask him to formally adopt you and be done with it?”

George huffed, “That wasn’t funny before and it’s not funny now. Please, just do this for me, and we can go to South Africa another time. He’s never invited us before, if we say no, who knows how long it will be if we get another invite, if ever.”

Feeling slightly guilty, you replied, “Sorry, I know that was a little mean. Look, I was just looking forward to the safari.”

“I know,” said George, his bright eyes softening as he wrapped his arms around you, “But I promise you, we’ll go soon. And besides, Toto’s yacht will be nice, you can snorkel, you can paddleboard, you’ll love it.”

Smiling slightly, you knew you wouldn’t be going to South Africa any time soon, George’s schedule was too full on. And that’s why you knew you needed to end things soon. He hadn’t done anything wrong but you had lost yourself in George’s calendar. 

Swallowing your thoughts, you knew that he’d already said yes on your behalf so it was too late to back out, “I guess, and like you said, it’s only a week.”

“There’s my girl.” George kissed you lightly on the cheek, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

THURSDAY AFTERNOON

Having successfully packed, you and George had been driven down to the marina to board the yacht. You felt a little nervous as you walked beside George towards the imposing vessel you’d be spending the week on. It was one of the larger boats docked and you could already see various members of staff milling about on deck. 

You didn’t know Toto very well beyond saying hello and you weren’t sure what to expect outside of racing. He always seemed very serious and calculating, and still reeling from his acrimonious divorce, not the most fun person to holiday with. You knew that a few of George’s colleagues and their wives and girlfriends would be there too so you hoped that they at least might be somewhat entertaining.

Stepping off of the passarelle and onto the boat behind George, he suddenly dropped your luggage and started waving manically as he spotted his formidable boss standing on the sundeck above.

“Hi Toto!” he called out.

“Welcome!” Toto called out, disappearing momentarily before reappearing at the bottom of the stairs in front of you. He was dressed casually but smartly in head-to-toe navy with dark sunglasses.

“How are you both?” he said kindly, stretching out to George for a warm embrace before holding his arms out to you.

Half hugging him awkwardly, you replied, “Very well thank you, thank you again for the invite, we’ve been excited all week.”

Thrilled that you were buttering up his boss, George chimed in, “Yes, we’ve been counting down the days.”

“Glad to hear it,” said Toto, smiling contently, “The others arrived a short while ago so are at the front. Perhaps Livia can show you to your cabin and then you can come and join us for a drink?”

He gestured at a young blonde stewardess who had discreetly appeared from inside, ready to show you to your quarters.

“Thanks, Toto.” said George, clapping his boss on the shoulder enthusiastically before following Livia, “We’ll be right back.”

Taken aback that George had followed Livia without remembering to pick up your two weekend bags you shook your head as you were left struggling to pick them up and follow. Typical George.

“Here, let me help.” a deep, accented voice offered. Turning around, you were surprised to see Toto standing there, his arm outstretched.

“Oh…” you said blushing and tripping over your words, “It’s okay, honestly. I think George was overexcited to see his room.”

Toto smiled, taking the two bags from you despite your protests, lifting them effortlessly, “That’s our George.”

Smiling reluctantly, you agreed as you followed Toto inside, “Indeed.” 

At least his boss seemed like a gentleman.

THURSDAY EVENING

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pastel pink, dinner that evening was set against an idyllic backdrop. You and George being the last to arrive, all guests were now on board and the yacht had finally set sail for your week-long jaunt into the Mediterranean.

The crew had prepared a cosy dinner on the deck, complete with twinkling fairy lights and a long table set for seven. Toto was sat at the head of the table, yourself and James, the Mercedes Technical Director either side of him.

On your other side was James’ wife, Cara, and across from you diagonally was the Communications Director’s wife, Marion. Making up the other end of the table was George and the Communications Director himself, John, who were chatting animatedly and ignoring everyone else.

As the two other couples knew each other well, James, Cara and Marion were equally engrossed in conversation with Toto, leaving you awkwardly eating in silence, trying your best to not give in to the pang of loneliness you felt.

As the dinner progressed, you couldn’t help but notice how isolated you felt. The laughter and chatter of the others a stark contrast to your internal turmoil. You tried to engage in small talk with the people around you, but your thoughts kept drifting back to your problems with George. 

This was yet another evening you’d spent surrounded by people yet isolated because you didn’t fit in. You were a side character in George’s life, there when it was convenient and discarded when someone more important was around.

Not one to miss a trick, Toto noticed your distraction. "Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice gentle yet concerned.

You forced a smile. "Yes, just feeling a little seasick." You weren’t proud of the lie but figured it might be the best way forward to get out of this agonising dinner.

His eyes crinkled with concern, he nodded, understandingly. "Sometimes it takes a while to get used to being at sea. Would you like to go up to the sun deck? The air is fresher, it might help."

Grateful for the offer and the opportunity to escape, you nodded. "That sounds nice, thank you."

Excusing yourself from the table you made your way to the stairs up to the sun deck. You glanced back at George, not surprised to see he was yet to clock your departure from the table. More surprising, however, was the fact that Toto had gotten up to follow you. You hadn’t expected him to accompany you and were slightly taken aback as the tall Austrian followed you up the stairs.

Dreading yet more awkward small talk, you wandered to the front of the sun deck, where the moonlight was pooling on the pristine white sun loungers. You leaned against the railing, taking in the tranquil scene.

"This is beautiful," you said softly, more to yourself than to Toto who had slotted himself a few feet to your right.

"It is," Toto agreed. "It’s one of the reasons I love being out here. It’s a good place to think, to clear your mind."

You turned to him, genuinely curious. "Do you come out here often?"

He smiled, a distant look in his eyes. "Whenever I can. It helps me balance the chaos of work."

You nodded, understanding the sentiment. "I can see why. It’s so peaceful and you were right, the air does feel fresher."

Toto nodded and for a moment, the two of you stood in comfortable silence, just listening to the sounds of the sea. 

Suddenly feeling somewhat awkward that you were standing gazing in the moonlight with your boyfriend’s boss, you chanced striking up more of a conversation. You were somewhat intrigued as to why George was so enamoured with the Team Principal and you had to seize the opportunity as quickly as it came.

“Thank you for everything you do for George,” you said, hoping to sound genuine.

Toto looked somewhat surprised and a little amused at your words, “It’s no trouble, he’s a good boy.”

Laughing at Toto calling George a boy, you pushed a little further, “I mean it. I honestly do.”

“I know.” said Toto, his gaze intense as he turned to you, “How are you feeling?”

“A little better actually,” you lied, “It’s also more stable up here, downstairs I felt like I was swishing around.”

“Swishing around?” Toto asked, quirking an eyebrow, “I don’t think I’ve heard it called that.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, not sure what he was getting at.

“Look, I could see you were not feeling comfortable at dinner.” he said, somewhat bluntly, “I see you when you are in the garage too. You always look ready to bolt. Are you not a fan of racing?”

Taken aback by his astute judgment and surprised that he'd noticed, you felt defensive and mumbled quietly  “It’s not that.”

Toto looked unconvinced, “I get it, you’re shy.”

“A little,” you confessed, “It’s a lot sometimes.”

Toto’s face softened, his brown eyes warm as he looked at you, “I understand. It’s not easy. You get used to it though.”

Thinking about the fact that you probably wouldn’t need to if you went through with your break-up plan, you just nodded, pretending that you agreed with his wisdom, “I hope so.”

“You will.” he said kindly, “So George tells me you like to travel a lot?”

“I do,” you said, surprised that he was now being chatty, “But not so much to the races, I like to escape in nature, it’s good for the soul.”

A smirk flickered on Toto’s lips, “I agree. If you’d like we can go exploring tomorrow. There are some coves around here we can stop at.”

“For real?” you asked, even more surprised that he was willing to bend his itinerary for you, someone he barely knew.

“For real,” he said succinctly. “And if the others don’t like it, they can stay on the boat and sunbathe.”

Laughing, you smiled at him, “Sounds like a plan.”

“I’m glad I can make you smile.” he said, his face serious, “You looked sad down there.”

Not sure how to reply, you looked down at your feet, choosing your words carefully before looking back up at Toto  “I’m just seasick. That’s all.”

Thoroughly unconvinced, Toto quirked an eyebrow, “Tomorrow you will feel better. I promise. Shall we go back to dinner? I’m sure George will be missing you.”

“I’m not sure about that.” you said quietly, causing Toto to raise his eyebrow once more, “He’ll be chatting away to John, I bet.”

“How much?” asked Toto as you both made your way towards the stairs.

“Two euros,” you said jokingly.

“It’s a bet,” replied Toto, holding out his hand to shake with all the seriousness that he would when making a business deal.

“Deal,” you said, taking his large hand in yours, grinning as you met the laughing Austrian’s eyes.

Sure enough, as you made your way back down the stairs towards the table, George was still chatting away to John, barely pausing for breath, let alone noticing the two of you taking back to your seats.

“How would you like to pay?” you asked Toto cheekily, as you both sat down, “I can accept cash, cheque or credit card”

“What’s Toto paying you for?” asked James, stopping mid-conversation, his interest suddenly piqued.

“We made a bet.” said Toto, clasping his hands under his chin, “It’s a secret though.”

James looked slightly sceptical, turning to you for more information, “Care to elaborate?”

“Deals have to be discrete.” you said, fighting the urge to laugh as Toto’s eyes sparkled at you, “Toto will be the first one to tell you that.”

Slightly tipsy, James laughed, not pressing further and returning to his animated discussion with the two older women. Glancing down at the other end of the table, George had barely looked up and once more you felt a pang of disappointment. He was clueless sometimes.

– – –

As dinner came to a close, Toto announced the plan for the next day. 

“Tomorrow morning, we’ll be exploring some of the coves around here. It will be an early start but should be fun. Who’s interested?”

George and John immediately expressed their interest, nodding eagerly. “Count us in!” George said, his enthusiasm reminding you of a child on a school trip.

James, Cara and Marion were less enthused about the early start and politely declined, deciding instead to stay on the boat, soaking in the sun.

Toto turned to you with a gentle smile. “How about you?”

You nodded, feeling genuinely excited for the first time in a while. “I’d love to.”

– – –

Having sussed out tomorrow’s plan and the seven am start, you bid your gracious host and fellow guests goodnight and you and George finally made your way to your shared quarters. The silence between you was palpable, each step echoing your unspoken thoughts.

Once inside the cabin, George broke the silence. “What were you doing going off with Toto?” he asked a hint of accusation in his tone.

You sighed, sitting down on the bed “I felt seasick and needed some fresh air so Toto suggested the sun deck. That’s all.”

George’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You could have told me.”

“I could have,” you admitted, your voice softening. “But you were busy with John and I didn’t want to interrupt.”

At this, George’s expression softened just a fraction and he settled down beside you. “Okay. I just... I don’t know… Let me know next time. I don’t want you feeling seasick and me not being there to help.”

You smiled sadly, knowing that for all of his faults, his heart was in the right place, “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

He nodded, wrapping his arm around you, “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” you said, leaning into him, feeling somewhat guilty that you had ignored him in favour of his boss.

“What were you talking about though?” he asked suddenly.

“We were talking about you and then this and that.” you said, before adding, “He’s actually quite nice. I get it now.”

At that, George looked a little put out but dropped the subject quickly, getting up to get ready for bed. As he busied himself unpacking his pyjamas, you couldn’t help but think of Toto, he was nicer than you’d given him credit for.

For the first time in a long while, you felt like someone had considered you as a person and not as George’s plus one. It was a good feeling to ponder as you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the adventure that awaited you tomorrow.

Part Two

[przttygirl]

ódio mútuo.

resumo: matias recalt e você trabalham em um novo filme, a convivência seria fácil se vocês não se odiassem.

warnings: degradação, penetração vag., finger sucking, female and male oral, sexo sem proteção, palavrões, tapas, uso de termos em espanhol (puta madre - puta que pariu, nena - garota, mi amor - meu amor, loca - louca, cariño - carinho.)

essa é minha primeira escrita, espero que gostem embora tenha ficado gigante 🫶 lembrando que se você for MENOR DE 18 ANOS, NÃO LEIA!!!!

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1 ano antes

Depois de A sociedade da neve estourar a bolha você passou a ver matías cada vez mais em premieres latinas, sempre era convidada mas nunca foi nomeada à algum prêmio, sua familia tinha nome da indústria cinemática, o nepotismo funcionava bem, mas isso não signficava que não tinha talento, você sabia que era boa mas precisava de uma chance pra mostrar isso pro público, algo maior do que os papeis chinfrim que vinha fazendo, matías fez seu nome com a série Apache e logo depois sociedade da neve, ele estava no caminho das estrelas e até poderia ficar feliz por ele, se o garoto não fosse tão irritante e arrogante.

- Não pensei que veria você aqui, cariño.- a voz que reconheceria de longe se aproxima de você enquanto espero na entrada da premiere.

- Aw, estava pensando em mim? sentiu saudades desde o ano passado, foi?- encara o garoto e deixa o sarcasmo fluir em seu tom de voz, ele tinha cortado o cabelo, usava um terno, admite que matías não era feio, nunca foi, mas sua personalidade de merda, fazia todos os seus pensamentos positivos sobre ele inexistentes.

- na verdade, pensei que por seu último papel ser tão irrelevante, nem te deixariam entrar, nepotismo funciona mesmo, né.- ria abafado enquanto estampava um sorriso sarcástico em seu rosto.

- depois de sociedade da neve você ficou mais arrogante, matías, a fama subiu à cabeça?

- pelo menos eu tenho fama, qual filme seu foi nomeado mesmo? - ele olha pra cima fingindo tentar lembrar de alguma coisa, - nenhum.

- eu tenho mais o que fazer, dá licença. - enquanto se retirava da presença de matías, ouviu o garoto gritar.

- te vejo por ai, cariño. - irritante.

Ao final da premiere, enquanto todos saiam você tropeçou no tecido de seu vestido e se apoiou na primeira figura que viu, infelizmente, você decidiu logo depois que preferia ter caído de cara no chão.

- ih, que isso? ganhei um prêmio e agora você quer ficar me agarrando?

- Ah sai pra lá, coisa ruim, eu só precisava de apoio, quase caí no chão. - arruma seu vestido e seu cabelo e percebe o garoto ainda te encarando. - parabéns, pelo seu prêmio. - diz meio receosa, ele merecia de qualquer forma, foi um trabalho incrível, mas nunca admitiria isso.

- obrigada, você pode olhar, acho que é o mais próximo que vai chegar de um desses. - ele balança a estatueta no ar e cumprimenta alguém que passa e você se recompõe para não xingar ele ali mesmo.

- você é mesmo um idiota, eu te dei parabéns, mas vai se fuder, que tal isso?

- ta com inveja? - ele se aproximava, os saltos te faziam pouco mais alta que ele, matías consegue soar tão sedutor e sarcástico ao mesmo tempo que enquanto te olhava suave, tudo ao seu redor congelou, sentia a mão do garoto deslizando sobre suas costas desnudas pelo vestido até sua cintura, nunca haviam estado tão perto, engolia a saliva, nervosa.

- de você? nunca. - balançava a cabeça sem quebrar o contato visual, vê o sorrisinho dele se formar de maneira sutil.

- ah para, você sabe que meus filmes são muito melhores que os seus, até agora não conseguiu um papel melhor do que irmã do personagem principal. - sua voz soa como pena. - quando voce for a principal me avisa, eu pago pra ver. - seu sorriso se alarga, sarcástico, você quer gritar, quer bater nele, mas apenas se desprende de seu toque.

- espero que seu próximo filme seja tão merda quanto você, matías. - diz entre dentes irritada com tudo aquilo.

- nunca, cariño. - odiava aquele homem com todas as suas forças, a forma como ele conseguia ser sarcástico e brincar com você ao mesmo tempo, como ele fazia você se sentir inferior, como conseguia manter a pose de bom moço para todos mas, pra você se revelava arrogante, manipulador e egocêntrico.

Como alguém assim conseguia um prêmio tão importante? Você torcia para nunca ter que trabalhar com alguém como ele, ou até pior, com ele.

1 ano depois

- eu não acredito que vou ter que trabalhar com você. - foi o que você disse ao saber que seu primeiro papel principal faria par com matías recalt em um filme de romance da netflix latina.

- pois acredite, mi amor. - pisca o olho.

- por que exatamente tem que ser ele? - você pergunta ao diretor.

- o trabalho dele é ótimo e com o sucesso de a sociedade da neve, as garotas estão pedindo por mais, é o momento perfeito para usar essa fama a bom favor, você tem algum problema?

- é, você tem algum problema? - matías segue a linha do diretor do filme, você respira fundo.

- nenhum. - sorri forçado.

- vamos começar as filmagens amanhã, só preciso saber se vocês estão de acordo com tudo que leram no contrato? especialmente, as cenas de sexo. - diz o diretor e matías concorda, você hesita.

- essas cenas, vão ser explícitas? no contrato não implicaram isso.

- não totalmente, mas preciso do consentimento de vocês para mostrar uma parte ou outra.

- sim, tem meu consentimento. - o garoto fala.

- sim... tem meu consentimento também. - por mais hesitante que estivesse, o problema não era gravar cenas explícitas e sim, gravar cenas explícitas com matías recalt, saber o teria o mais próximo de você, quando o queria o mais longe possível, seu sangue fervia, mal podia pensar em como todo processo de filmagem seria exaustivo e estressante, mas precisava do trabalho.

- começamos amanhã, sugiro que tentem se aproximar, conversar, precisamos de uma química nesse filme, se puderem criar algum tipo de amizade enquanto filmamos, facilitaria. - o diretor dava algumas dicas. - o casal do filme está loucamente apaixonado, eles sentem desejo, paixão, vocês não precisam sentir isso um pelo outro, mas se puderem transmitir ao público, vou saber que fizemos um bom trabalho, descansem pra amanhã. - o diretor se retira e eu suspiro alto.

- paixão e desejo, quero ver como você vai transmitir isso com sua atuação. - ri baixo.

- chega, vou pra casa.

- ah, espera. - matías segura seu braço com um pouco de força. - vamos beber alguma coisa.

- deus me livre. - se solta de seu aperto e cruza os braços. - tenho que começar a trabalhar com você amanhã, não hoje.

- você ouviu ele, temos que nos entender.

- só a partir de amanhã, até, matías. - sai andando sem olhar pra trás, não sabia o que sentir, conseguiu o enredo dos seus sonhos e tinha que dividir ele com a pessoa que mais odiava, não saberia quanto tempo suportaria matías no set de filmagens mas, faria tudo que pudesse para se concentrar no filme, queria mostrar seu talento, queria sentir orgulho e jogar na cara dele, para isso teria que conviver com ele, daria o seu melhor pra tornar a experiência a mais fácil possivel.

- corta! - o diretor gritava. - o que está acontecendo com vocês dois? Isso tá uma merda. - seus gritos ecoavam pelo set.

- concordo, tira ela do filme. - matías apontava para você.

- Você também! - evitava sorrir, era bom demais ver o matías levando esporro, mesmo que você estivesse incluída. - cadê a paixão? vocês não fizeram o que eu mandei? não conversaram? - matías e você se entreolham como duas crianças que não obedeceram a mãe. - as gravações de hoje estão canceladas! - ele grita e suspira pesado com a mão na testa. - olha, não sei quais são os problemas entre vocês dois, mas tentem achar coisas em comum, se tranquem em uma sala e só saiam de lá quando tiverem se entendido, amanhã retornaremos com as gravações normais e a cena do ato 15, espero que se resolvam até amanhã. - disse sério e firme, você sabia que se não melhorasse sua relação com matías seria o fim pra você, não pra ele, o diretor o queria no filme mas você? você poderia ser substituída facilmente, e não deixaria isso acontecer.

Nunca pensou que estaria apitando a campainha da casa de matías recalt, esperando pra comer uma pizza, nem em seus piores pesadelos mas, precisava fazer isso dar certo.

- você chegou cedo. - matías atendeu a porta com seus cabelos molhados enquanto os secava com uma toalha em suas mãos, só de bermuda. - eu disse 21:00. - ele abre espaço para você entrar.

- são 21:10, não tenho culpa se você se atrasou. - ao passar próximo a ele sentia o cheiro fresco de sabonete e perfume masculino, se não fosse o matías saberia que estaria delirando com aquele cheiro maravilhoso.

- merda. - ele olha o horário no celular. - foi mal. - matías finalmente para um segundo e te encara dos pés a cabeça, seu olhar para um segundo em suas coxas descobertas pelo vestido que usava. - sabia que você era secretamente apaixonada por mim, mas não precisava ter vindo assim.

- assim como? - você encarava sua própria roupa procurando algum defeito, sabia que ele iria fazer piada com a sua aparência.

- gostosa... - encarava o garoto incrédula com sua fala.

- ta, escuta não precisa fingir, se não gostou da roupa, não tem problema, eu vou embora daqui a pouco mesmo, só vamos resolver o que temos pra resolver, não precisa fazer esse joguinho infantil. - diz irritada e se dirige em direção a sala.

- que joguinho? - ele larga a toalha em uma cadeira e fica parado em sua frente.

- isso. - sinaliza com as mãos. - esse joguinho, ficar implicando com tudo que eu faço, fingir que me elogia, ser arrogante pra caralho. - percebeu que ia passar dos limites e respirou fundo. - matías, eu preciso muito desse papel, se você conseguir ser um pouquinho menos irritante pra eu conseguir gostar um pouquinho de você, ajudaria um monte. - Você larga sua bolsa no sofá atrás de onde estava, vê o garoto se aproximar com uma feição curiosa.

- eu não tô fazendo joguinho nenhum, loca, eu falei a verdade, você tá gostosa pra caralho, se não quer acreditar em mim, fodase. - ele tinha mudado desde o ano passado, parecia mais maduro, parecia ligar menos pra essa richa entre vocês e pior de tudo, parecia dizer a verdade, matías estava muito próximo de seu rosto, só perceberam a proximidade entre os dois quando você se lembrou que ele estava sem camisa e se pegou olhando seu torso nu. - que foi? gostou?

- vai a merda, coloca uma camisa.

- é minha casa, eu coloco quando eu quiser. - ele diz mais brincalhão do que implicante. - vem vamos comer pizza, você gosta de vinho? ou prefere uma cerveja?

- só quero acabar logo com isso.

- não, não, temos que nos trancar aqui até nos resolvermos, foi o que ele disse. - você revira seus olhos e se senta no balcão da cozinha de matías, a pizza ja estava posta.

- cerveja.

- boa escolha, cariño. - ele pega os copos e a bebida na geladeira.

- você quer se embebedar pra ter que me aguentar menos? - perguntava enquanto olhava a figura em sua frente abrir a garrafa.

- não sei da onde tirou que eu não gosto de você.

- porque implica comigo então?

- Você sempre leva tudo tão à sério? - ele serve os dois copos e bebe um inteiro de guti-guti. A conversa foi fluindo assim como a bebida no corpo de vocês, chegou a madrugada e a pizza já estava no final, a bebida também e matías continuava sem camisa apoiado no balcão da cozinha.

- escuta, sinto muito pela premiere ano passado, confesso que tinha um pouco de inveja de você não precisar se esforçar tanto pra estar la, nepotismo né.

- e eu tinha inveja de ver você ganhando todos aqueles prêmios, mesmo com meu nome, até hoje não consegui nada. - bebia um pouco.

- você sabe que um prêmio não significa que você é um bom ator né? muitos atores bons não tem prêmios, ou demoraram pra ganhar.

- você ta assumindo que é um péssimo ator?

- não, eu ganhei porque sou bom demais. - ele ri se gabando e você também. - acha que eu sou um pessimo ator? - bebe o último gole de sua bebida enquanto te encara nos olhos, você lambe os lábios e sorri sutilmente.

- você é um bom ator. - o vê sorrir e deixar seu copo no balcão, faz a volta e gira o banco que você estava para ficar de frente pra ele, suas mão apoiadas no balcão te deixam presa entre matías e a peça de mármore.

- você também, é uma boa atriz. - diz próximo ao seu rosto, jamais tirando os olhos dos seus que agora expressavam a ingenuidade de achar que conheciam alguém, mas você percebe que não tinha nem ideia de quem era realmente era matías recalt.

- não consigo acreditar em você, depois de anos me tratando como um nada. - você cita. - "pensei que por seu último papel ser tão irrelevante, nem te deixariam entrar."

- eu sei que passei dos limites, eu só não sabia como demonstrar que eu queria chamar sua atenção. - ele dizia baixinho próximo a sua boca.

- por que?

- caralho, olha pra você. você tem noção do quão gata é? e boa atriz? eu tinha inveja admito mas ao mesmo tempo queria que você olhasse pra mim e eu demonstrei isso da pior forma possível, me desculpa. - matías disse parecendo um pouco com raiva, não sua, mas dele mesmo, como se tivesse demorado muito tempo pra se expressar da forma correta.

- matías, eu tenho que ir pra casa, a gente tem que filmar a cena de sexo amanhã, ato 15 lembra? - eu não sabia o que mais responder.

- não, você não vai.

- o que? por quê?

- porque eu já perdi tempo demais. - matías se reclina contra seu corpo e une seus lábios em um beijo apressado e molhado, você respondeu ao beijo ainda surpresa com o que o garoto tinha feito, ao sentir a lingua de matías tocar a sua, você se derreteu inteirinha, suas mãos pousaram nos cabelos da nuca de matías e puxaram alguns fiozinhos, as mãos do garoto seguiam apoiadas no balcão como se quisesse que você o explora-se por inteiro.

Suas pernas se abrem para que matías possar ficar entre elas e suas mãos deslizam sobre as costas expostas dele, arranhando devagarzinho enquanto sentia a língua quente em sua boca, matías um pouco ofegante desprende seus lábios e passa ao seu pescoço, desliza a língua pela sua pele e um arrepio te percorre, o garoto chupa, lambe e mordisca a região te deixando cada vez mais ofegante.

- mati... - diz manhosa e as mãos que estavam apoiadas no balcão, agora te seguram no colo para te guiar ao sofá, matías te joga sem cuidado e a saia do seu vestido levanta, você nem se dá o trabalho de se cobrir porque o garoto é mais rápido e tira sua calcinha com facilidade deixando sua intimidade exposta à ele, matías sorri ao ver seu rostinho um pouco envergonhado ainda com as bochechas rosadas pelo calor.

- que bucetinha linda, cariño, ta toda molhadinha pra mim. - ele separa suas pernas mais e mais e brinca com seus lábios maiores nos dedos dele, matías beija a parte interna da sua coxa até afastar os lábios de sua buceta e lamber toda região, não consegue evitar um gemido chamando por mati.

- deixa os vizinhos te ouvirem, grita o quanto quiser, eu quero que eles saibam o quão bem eu vou te fuder. - matías coloca sua perna em cima de um dos ombros dele para te deixar mais aberta e introduz a língua em sua abertura, entrando e saindo, entrando e saindo, aquilo estava te deixando louca, os movimentos de matías continuam no seu clitóris, ele estava gostando de te ver super estimulada, com a boquinha entre-aberta olhando pra ele sem conseguir processar palavras, fora o seu nome, sentia que estava quase próximo ao seu orgasmo quando o garoto introduziu dois dedos em sua bucetinha molhada e continuou os movimentando enquanto sugava seu clitóris inchado, sabia que não aguentaria tanto tempo mais.

- eu vou gozar, matías. - dizia enquanto não sabia se agarrava o sofá ou suas pernas tremendo de prazer.

- goza nos meus dedos, quero muito te ver gozar. - sentia o líquido jorrando sobre os dedos de matías e enquanto recuperava seu fôlego e seu corpo parava de tremer, matías introduziu os dedos em sua boca e você os chupou, saboreando seu próprio e doce gosto. - eu já pensei que você fosse agir igual uma putinha na cama, mas não pensei que fosse uma.

- cala boca, matías. - ele sobe em cima de você e enquanto te beija dessa vez, mais devagar, desliza o vestido de seu corpo até chegar aos seus pés, te deixando completamente nua pra ele.

- Você é gostosa, demais. - dizia enquanto te colocava sentada no colo dele, você conseguia sentir seu membro rigido sobre o tecido que o separava de sua entrada, matías parecia eufórico, sem saber o que fazer ou onde colocar as mãos, enquanto te beijava as mãos dele sentiam tudo que podiam de sua carne, paseeavam desde seu pescoço até sua bunda e apertavam com força até deixar vermelha, distribuía tapas fortes e seus gemidos conseguiam ser cada vez mais altos conforme a região se tornava mais sensível, matías brincava com os bicos de seus seios, deslizava os dedos sobre os mamilos eriçados enquanto te ouvia gemer manhosa pedindo por mais, a lingua quente do garoto circulava sua aréola e ele abocanhava seu peito enquanto brincava com o outro em sua mão, algumas vezes matías emitia gemidos baixinhos e conseguia deixar você cada vez mais molhadinha só de ouvir o que estava fazendo com o garoto.

Rapidamente, fez matías ficar deitado no sofá enquanto sentava em seu colo e pode ver o volume em sua bermuda assim como uma mancha molhadinha de pré gozo que estava escapando da cueca, queria ele dentro de você, queria ele agora.

- posso tirar? - você pergunta e ele afirma, tira a bermuda do garoto, junto de sua cueca e expõe seu pau melado pra fora, as veias saltadas em seu comprimento e a cabecinha rosinha toda molhadinha, faziam seu corpo tremer de prazer só de olhar, não aguentava mais e precisava saber qual gosto tinha, lambeu toda extensão de matías e enfiou quase todo seu comprimento na boca enquanto o que ficava de fora, estimulava com as mãos.

- eu não vou durar 2 segundos assim. - ignorou a fala do garoto e prestava somente atenção nos gemidos de matías, ele não era do tipo que ficava quieto, não suportava mais sentir ele somente em sua boca, precisava dele dentro de você, posicionou o pau de matías contra sua entrada e antes de enfiar, deslizou a cabecinha pelo seu clitóris enrijecido, ambos gemeram com a sensação molhada e quente que seus corpos os permitiam ter, continuou a estimulação em si mesma algumas vezes e podia dizer que matías estava adorando te ver se masturbando com o pau dele.

- caralho, cariño, sempre que quiser se masturbar com meu pau agora, pode pedir. - não respondeu, apenas continuou os movimentos até enfiar por completo o pau de matías em sua buceta, pode dizer que o pegou de surpresa.

Seus movimentos começam meio desorientados, você está tão doidinha de prazer que nem consegue se mexer direito, matías te ajuda enquanto agarra sua cintura.

- você tá boa pra caralho, la puta madre, nena. - diz ao jogar a cabeça pra trás, mas ainda te ajudando a se movimentar no pau dele, você sente a força indo embora de suas pernas e matías percebe, te tira de cima dele e te coloca empinadinha de joelhos no sofá enquanto ele fica de pé atrás de você, ele te penetra com um pouco mais de força e seu corpo inteiro falha, matías segura sua cintura para não se mover tanto enquanto te fode por trás, seus movimentos são rápidos e precisos e o barulho de seus corpos batendo um no outro te leva ao êxtase.

- mati, goza dentro de mim. - pede em meio a suspiros abafados, sabia que matías não iria aguentar muito mais, teve certeza quando sentiu o liquido quente se esparramar por dentro de você e escorrer por suas pernas.

- cariño, acho que nos resolvemos, não acha? - matías diz em sua frente quase sem fôlego e você se vira pra ficar sentada no sofá.

- não é que o plano do diretor deu certo. - diz suspirando e rindo junto do garoto que te pega no colo, ambos com os corpos suados e melados.

- quer tomar um banho? - você afirma com a cabeça.

- só se você me fuder de novo no banho. - ele deixa escapar uma risada baixinha e diz em um sorriso.

- pode deixar.

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New key visual!! 🎉🎉

Premiering on OCTOBER 8TH!! 🎉🎉

For 2 consecutive cours!! (24 eps)

🎉🎉

Full voice cast has also been revealed:

Abe Haruaki: Ryouta Oosaka

Sano Mikoto: Ryouta Suzuki

Maizuka Mamekichi: Reo Tanie

Hijita Koutarou: Taito Ban

Zashiki Beniko: Akari Kitou

Nyuudou Rensuke: Akira Takano

Utagawa Kuniko: Hana Ayasaka

Akisame Tamao: Yuki Sakakihara

Yanagida: Tomokazu Sugita

Mujina Yakumo: Takao Mitsutomi

Fuji Touya: Saku Hyuga

Renjou Yuri: Nanako Mori

Miki Rintarou: Shun Horie

Hatanaka Izuna: Ryouta Iwasaki

Principal: Jun Fukuyama

Takahashi Akira: Shouta Aoi

Yamazaki Makoto: Tomoaki Maeno

Marshmallow: Chitose Morinaga

Little man: Tetsuya Yanagihara

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Can you continue hero x villain teacher hero?

Thank you so much for the request! This is actually one of my favorite prompts and it was one of my first writing prompt ideas ever, years back before I even had a Tumblr. Due to my love of this one, it kinda got away from me and I wrote a lot. Like a lot. Lol.

I hope y’all enjoy! 

Part 1 and Part 2 here! 

Hero’s very shitty day was taking a turn for the better. 

This morning Hero had woken quite late (due to the extended hero-ing from last night), skipped breakfast, tripped on the curb, spilled their cold coffee, lost their parking space to a visiting mother, and almost got disciplinary action for arriving three minutes past their classroom attendance slot. 

After hearing the ‘ooohs’ and ‘ahhhs’ of various fourth graders, all of whom watched the principal reem Hero out in the hallway; Hero had finally obtained a sense of control over the class just after lunch. Of course that was after one of the kids had accidentally spilled finger paint on Hero’s chair and didn’t feel the need to tell them until Hero found themselves with a neon pink ass. 

As it was, just after lunch was their history time and Hero, not feeling too great about standing in front of the kids looking this disheveled; nor wanting to show off the new color of their pants, simply opted to play two episodes of Liberty’s Kids while the students sat on the carpet. The ploy seemed to work as not one student strayed from the carpet or asked to go to the bathroom. Hero stayed at the classroom sink, located just behind their desk, and tried to clean themselves as much as possible with the children distracted. 

Hero couldn’t help themselves from laughing along with the kids as the characters in the show told jokes and got into trouble while learning about the creation of The United States. Hero had forgotten how enjoyable the PBS show was and felt very nostalgic as they remembered the show premiering back when they were a child. Some things never age, Hero thought. 

So, all in all, the shitty day was getting better. Perhaps after the show Hero would give the kids a break from memorizing the different kinds of rocks and do a fun science experiment instead. With Hero’s powers they were sure they could make the demonstration look very cool without outing themselves as a super. Maybe they could win back their ‘awesome teacher’ status in the eyes of the kids after it had taken such a hit this morning. 

“Not exactly in style, but I must admit you wear it well.” Hero jumped and turned. How had they not heard someone come in? 

“I’m sorry?” Hero addressed the unknown adult. They turned from the sink, suddenly very aware that they had been wiping their backside with a wet paper towel. Pink was on their hands and now the floor at the attempt…not to mention still on their ass. 

Hero very nearly froze at the sight of the intimidating man. If not for their hero training they surely would have. 

He was tall, tall and brawny, but not in the typical sort of way. The muscle in his physique was evident underneath the expensive Italian silk suit; but there was also a leanness to it, like a coiled spring that spoke of agility and readiness. Hero wasn’t sure why, but they instantly felt off kilter, instantly felt tense, like when they are about to face off against a criminal or a villain. 

“Your ah…” the man smirked and chuckled, “choice of presentation…or should I say style, on your…well…” 

“Oh,” Hero noted the visitors-pass around the man's neck and felt a little of the apprehension fade. Perhaps they were just on edge due to the circumstances the man saw them in. “Not exactly my choice. This is courtesy of a young aspiring artist. She’s just too young to  know where her canvas is.” 

The man laughed jovially, “What a kind way of putting it!”

Hero heard some of the children snicker to themselves from over on the carpet, evidently finding the new stranger and their painted teacher much more interesting than the Revolutionary War. Hero tilted to one side so as to see past the newcomer and give their students ‘the look’.

“Pay attention please,” Hero chided. “You never know…I may be inclined to give you a quiz on this at the end of the day.” 

A series of ‘awwwws’ followed their remark. 

“But if you pay attention now, I might be in too good of a mood to write a quiz…”

All the kids turned back to the television with such force Hero was surprised there was no neck damage. All except for one. 

“Daddy!” 

Oh god. 

“Why hello Maria,” the man stooped down and scooped up the child who had run over from her place on the carpet. He hugged her and then placed her back down. Her stature only reached just past his waste. 

Hero felt their blood go cold. 

Daddy…Maria…

Maria, the student who was first in their class in everything but English…Maria, the student who all the other students named most popular…Maria, the student who aspired to be a veterinarian one day because she loved the class rabbit so much…Maria, the student Villain was most concerned about…

Maria, the student who was the daughter of Supervillain. 

Shit. 

“Are you here to talk to Teacher?” She asked sweetly, her gaze never leaving her father. 

The man nodded, “I am, so you best be a good girl and go back to watching what Teacher has put on.” 

She scrunched her face up in a pout, “But you’re going to talk about me.” 

He nodded as if it made no difference, “I am.” 

“So you’re not supposed to talk about people when they aren't there.” She crossed her arms and gave him a look of determination. 

The man, no Supervillain, laughed. “Is that so?”

She nodded sagely, “Yes. Teacher said so.” 

Supervillain fixed his gaze on Hero. Hero clenched at the sopping, paint dripping paper towel in their hand. 

They knew this day would come. Of course they did. But they had somehow hoped it wouldn’t. Hero was under the impression that Supervillain was not that active in his child’s life. Parent-teacher conferences had always been with Maria’s mother, who had stated that she was happily divorced, and all open houses and concerts had been devoid of Maria’s father ever since she had enrolled at the school. 

When Villain had brought up who Maria was, Hero had already known. After all, they were well connected in the hero world. 

It wasn’t that Hero purposely got Maria in their class, in fact it was the opposite. Hero tried to keep their two lives as separate as possible, but that was just how the dice fell. Hero didn’t get to choose who was in their class and Maria had been assigned to them. 

It was how Villain had found out their secret identity in the first place, their research into Supervillian’s private life had led them straight to Hero. 

Hero had said it was a small world.

Villain had said they best be careful. 

“Really? Well, I guess you better leave me and Teacher alone so they can teach me lessons like that.” Supervillain smiled at Hero. 

Maria was not deterred. 

“No, you just want to talk about my report card. But you can’t, because it’s not parent teacher day.”

Supervillain laughed again and ruffled her hair. “Not all parents need to wait for parent teacher day to talk about their children. It’s a parent’s right to bring up concerns to their children’s teachers, isn’t that right Teacher?” 

Hero gave a hesitant smile, “Yes, of course it is. Though most call first.”

Hero looked down at Maria, “You go back to the show, Maria, Benjamin Franklin’s about to speak to the French Parliament. I know how much you like him. ” 

She looked at Hero with suspicion, though with a hint of apprehension at the idea of missing anything involving Benjamin Franklin. 

Hero smiled warmly at her, “You won’t understand the book I’m loaning you if you don’t know what he did in France for the revolution.” 

Maria’s eyes lit up, “I can take your book home?” 

Hero nodded, “But only if you promise to take care of it for me. Now off you go.” 

“I will!”

She turned to her father and gave him a quick hug before hurrying back to her spot on the rug. Hero almost laughed when they saw her place her head on her fists in an effort to concentrate more on the words Benjamin Franklin was speaking. 

“Nicely done. Though I can’t say I condone bribery,” Supervillain crossed his arms, but still held the smile from before. 

“Well, at least it’s enriching bribery. I told her two weeks ago I had a book at home about Benjamin Franklin and she’s been after it ever since. I guess now I’ll have to bring it in.” Hero found themselves slipping into their normal Teacher to parent tone, though they were sure the tension in their shoulders was noticeable. 

“We’ll make sure to get it back to you just as it was,” Supervillain leaned on the desk and looked down at Hero in a conspiratorial way. Hero tried not to think about how Supervillain was taller than them even while leaning. “Now about Maria’s last report card…”

“Mr….” Hero cut them off.

“Escole,” Supervillain filled in easily, though his eyes rose. “Maria has my last name.” 

“Mr. Escole,” Hero hoped their voice held more bravery than they felt. “I didn’t want to say this in front of your daughter, but this is rather unorthodox. If you wanted to speak about her grades you could have made an appointment for later in the evening or perhaps during their lunch time…”

“Yes, yes,” Supervillain waved them off, “I meant to stop in during lunch but work got ahead of me. I’m sure you know how it is…” Supervillain gave them an up-down, no doubt seeing the old coffee spill mixed with paint and the tear in Hero’s pant leg from when they tripped earlier. “Some days are just chaotic.” 

“I know but…” Hero stopped at Supervillain’s raised hand.

“My darling Maria is too precious to be put on the wayside because of work, don’t you agree?” 

“Of course, but as I said…” In an instant Supervillain was in their face. Their tall body leaned over the desk as though there was no barrier between them. 

“I am a very busy man Teacher, so I’ll get right to the point. I don’t make appointments, people make them with me. When it comes to my daughter, I honestly don’t care whether you’re on lunch or in the middle of a lecture, I’ll be here and when I’m here we will talk. And when we talk, I expect you to listen and do what I want. Is that clear?” 

By the time Supervillain was done, not only was he only an inch away from Hero’s face, but his hand had found its way to Hero’s arm. The grip was tight and bruising, making Hero’s hand that held the pink paper towel shake. 

Every part of Hero wanted to fight, to get themselves out of Supervillain’s hands, but a stronger part of them was hyper aware of the children. They couldn’t fight here. They couldn’t do anything to endanger the children. 

“What do you want to talk about Mr. Escole?” Hero asked in a shaking whisper. 

Supervillain smiled, “Maria was right. You are smart.” 

Supervillain lounged on the desk and pulled on Hero’s arm to bring them down closer. “That new repairman that’s been hanging around…what’s their name?” 

Hero looked them in the eyes with confusion, though in their mind they started panicking. 

Good god, did he know about Villain? 

“I thought you wanted to talk about Maria’s English grade?” Hero spoke. 

“I know you’ll do what you need to with that. I’m not concerned about her grades. What I am concerned with is her account of her teacher being buddy-buddy with a new repairman. One that seems to do the majority of their work only in this classroom.” Supervillain narrowed their eyes at Hero’s large ones. 

“I don’t know what you mean…” Hero stumbled when a hand gripped their throat. Not tight, but plenty threatening. They hoped to god that the children were absorbed in the show. 

“Are you saying my daughter is a liar? That there is no repairman? Now, now Teacher, remember what Maria said? Can’t be talking about her while she’s not here.” 

“I,” Hero breathed raggedly. They couldn’t let this escalate with the children so close. “Every school has repairmen. I…I don’t know what you want.” 

Supervillain squeezed a bit tighter as he stared directly into Hero’s eyes. It took all of their willpower not to look away. What if Supervillain recognized them? They used to think their costume was foolproof, but after Villain had figured it out…now Hero wasn’t so sure. 

“Are all repairmen so attentive?” 

“I don’t know. They come and do their job.” I’m more focused on the kids, Hero almost said, but stopped. They didn’t want Supervillains attention turning the children right at this moment. 

“Nothing out of the ordinary?” Supervillain’s grip on their arm was so tight it felt like it was going to break. Hero suppressed their whimper.

“Not that I’ve seen.” They shook. 

“Then why are they here so often?” 

Hero blinked away tears of pain. “The classroom was in disrepair. It has been for a while. I thought we finally had the funds to fix everything,” They lied. 

“Why no funds?” Supervillain tilted his head. 

 Hero brought their hand up to grip Supervillain’s wrist by their neck when it got tighter. It only made Supervillain shake them. 

“Why no funds?” He asked again.

“I…I’m not sure,” Hero wheezed. “I think the city cut the money during the recession.” 

The hand got tighter. Hero started to see spots. Oh god, did Supervillain see right through them? 

Hero was pulled so close that they were nose to nose with Supervillain. Hero could smell his breath and feel every puff of air that came from his nose. The way Supervillain had positioned himself perfectly blocked what was happening from the children. At least there was that. 

“I want that repairmen gone. Immediately.” He paused, his gaze unwavering, “I expect you not to tell anyone of this encounter. If you do…well Maria will be upset, but there are always other teachers. She’ll get over it.”

Supervillain unceremoniously pushed Hero away. Hero collided onto their wooden swivel chair making the whole thing topple backwards. The crash called attention from all the children. 

“Teacher!”

“Oh no!”

“Teacher are you okay?” 

“What happened Teacher?” 

Supervillain gave a fake look of shock and placed their hand over their heart. “Oh my! Kids, it seems Teacher slipped and fell. Better make sure they’re alright.” 

It was through a throng of worried children that Hero saw Supervillain slip out of the room with a pat of goodbye to his daughter. 

Hero assured the kids that they were okay, just a few bruises. 

“That’s why we never leave water on the floor,” Hero said with a smile. “It was my own doing.” 

All the students laughed at Hero’s rare klutzy moment and were more than delighted when Hero told them they could eat snacks and watch Liberty’s Kids for the rest of the day, no quiz required. 

Once they were settled once again, Hero put their head down on the desk and tried to slow their breathing. 

They had only just got their heart-beat back down when they heard one of the kids approach their desk talking. 

“Teacher slipped and fell. It was after the mean man whispered at them. Now Teacher doesn’t feel so good.” 

“Mean man?” Asked another voice. 

Shit. Not now! Why are they here now? They already practically fixed everything in the school. 

“It was Maria’s dad, but we all call him the mean-man because he didn’t help Teacher up when they fell down.”  

“Maria’s dad?” The shuffling stopped at Hero’s desk. “And Teacher fell after they talked?” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Well, you better get back to the show. I think Washington’s about to cross the Delaware. Don’t worry, I’ll check on Teacher.” 

“Okay! Thanks Repairman!”

There was silence. Hero could feel Villain’s eyes staring into as they kept their head down on the desk. 

“Hero,” Villain whispered. “What happened?” 

At first Hero said nothing, then, 

“Are any of the kids around?” Came Hero’s muffle reply. 

“Nope, they’re all eating cookies on the rug.” Hero felt the air change as Villain bent down closer. Unlike with Supervillain, Hero didn’t feel threatened at all. “Why?” 

“I don’t want them to see. It’s sure to have set in now.” 

Villain placed a hand on Hero’s shoulder, “What’s set in?” Hero could hear the urgency in their voice. “Phillip said Maria’s dad was here…”

“Supervillain was here.” Hero confirmed. “And,” Hero lifted their head. Villain sucked in a breath as they saw the dark bruising along Hero’s neck and the mark on their forehead from when they hit the ground. “We had a talk.” 

…

…

…

“I’m going to kill him.” 

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[maraschinocheri]

It was 20 years ago (ish) :: Empire magazine publishes The Lord of the Rings: A Celebration, a special booklet enclosed with the magazine's January 2004 issue, which was released in December 2003. The booklet carried interviews with the principal cast of the LOTR trilogy as well as a significant amount of the creatives involved. The photography was taken in Watford, New York, Wellington, London, Sydney, Los Angeles, Surrey, Melbourne, and Vancouver between February and October 2003. Shown here: Ian McKellen (Gandalf), Elijah Wood (Frodo), Billy Boyd (Pippin); John Rhys-Davies (Gimli/Treebeard), Dominic Monaghan (Merry), Sean Bean (Boromir); Orlando Bloom (Legolas), Sean Astin (Sam), Viggo Mortensen (Aragorn); Miranda Otto (Eowyn), Andy Serkis (Gollum/Smeagol), Liv Tyler (Arwen); Bernard Hill (Theoden), Christopher Lee (Saruman), Karl Urban (Eomer); Hugo Weaving (Elrond), David Wenham (Faramir), and Cate Blanchett (Galadriel). [Note: Dominic Monaghan's photo here is an outtake; the actual shot in the booklet can be seen here. These photoshoots provided several excellent outtakes that I'd be happy to share if there is interest.]

[ The Wellington premiere of ROTK | Air Frodo from NZ to LA | Los Angeles | Berlin | London | New York (1) | New York (2) ]

[trashlord-watson]

Donc Macron nous colle vraiment Michel Barnier en Premier Ministre ?

Michel Barnier, affilié depuis toujours aux partis de droite (RPR/LR et UDR), partis qui sont arrivés au mieux 4ème des élections législatives et même déjà aux dernière présidentielles.

Michel Barnier qui, en 1981, comme la plupart de ses potes de droite a voté contre la dépénalisation de l'homosexualité.

Michel Barnier qui a une politique d'immigration juste scandaleuse (veut restreindre le regroupement familial, faciliter les expulsions massives, instaurer des quotas d'immigration, supprimer l'AME, réformer le principe d'asile...) Michel Barnier qui, en 2021, disait que le "Parlement devait être respecté", mais visiblement se moque d'être à la solde d'un gouvernement qui s'en torche, du Parlement.

Tout va bien.

[sporesgalaxy]

Ok I got on ace attorney wiki and looked up the name pun logic for that young man's original japanese name and yeah they couldve done better than Eustace Winner. "Winner" isnt even trying. What about Ernest Paramount. Oswin Prevalent. Victor Principal. Leslie Utmost. ok now Im just having fun. Percival Major. Clarence Premier. Alwyn Foremost. Winslow Topnotch. Nicholas Prestige. I love thesauruses

[spnscripthunt-inactive]

Deadline’s Read the Screenplay series spotlighting the year’s most talked-about scripts continues with Nimona, Netflix‘s animated feature based on ND Stevenson’s 2015 National Book Award-nominated graphic novel about finding friendship in the most surprising situations and accepting yourself and others for who they are.

Nick Bruno and Troy Quane (co-directors of Spies In Disguise) directed the film, which was adapted by Big Hero 6 scribe Robert L. Baird and Spies co-writer Lloyd Taylor and features the voices of Riz Ahmed and Chloë Grace Moretz in the lead roles. Frances Conroy, Lorraine Toussaint, RuPaul Charles, Eugene Lee Yang, Indya Moore, Sarah Sherman and Beck Bennett also have voice roles.

A family-focused film with authentic queer themes set in a vibrant techno-medieval world (credit to teams at Blue Sky Studios and DNEG Animation), the plot centers on Ballister Boldheart (Ahmed), a knight in a futuristic medieval world, who is framed for a crime he didn’t commit. The only one who can help him prove his innocence is Nimona (Moretz), a mischievous teen with a taste for mayhem — who also happens to be a shapeshifting creature Ballister has been trained to destroy.

Baird and Taylor said their main challenge in the adaptation was to stay true to Stevenson’s story while morphing it from the episodic form of the novel to a feature-length narrative – in itself a process of shapeshifting that mirrors one of the novel’s core themes.

Nimona, which was just nominated for Best Animated Film at the Critics Choice Awards, had a long path to travel to get to its world premiere at the Annecy Animation Festival in June, followed by a theatrical run ahead of its release on Netflix on June 30.

Then-20th Century Fox’s Blue Sky originally optioned Stevenson’s novel the year it was published, and the project moved forward despite the Disney-Fox merger and then the pandemic. But it almost didn’t survive a third blow: Disney shuttered Blue Sky in April 2021, halting Nimona mid-production.

Blue Sky principals Baird and Andrew Millstein kept pushing on the the project however and eventually found a partner in Annapurna’s Megan Ellison, who sparked to its themes. Baird and Millstein became EPs and created Shapeshifter Films to complete the movie, which then landed at Netflix. The pair have since joined Ellison at her company, forming Annapurna Animation.

Click here to read the script.

[girasolreves]

SAG-AFTRA Strike Rules are out! Here’s the list of what members aren’t allowed to do:

●Principal on camera work, such as:

○ Acting

○ Singing

○ Dancing

○ Performing stunts

○ Piloting on-camera aircraft

○ Puppeteering

○ Performance capture or motion capture work;

● Principal off camera work, such as:

○ ADR/Looping

○ TV Trailers (promos) and Theatrical Trailers

○ Voice Acting

○ Singing

○ Narration, including audio descriptive services except as the services may be covered by another collective bargaining agreement referred in the Notice to

Members Regarding Non-Struck Work

○ Stunt coordinating and related services

● Background work

● Stand-in work

● Photo and/or body doubles

● Fittings, wardrobe tests, and makeup tests

● Rehearsals and camera tests

● Scanning

● Interviews and auditions (including via self-tape)

● Promotion of/publicity services for work under the TV/Theatrical Contracts, such as:

○ Tours

○ Personal appearances

○ Interviews

○ Conventions

○ Fan expos

○ Festivals

○ For your consideration events

○ Panels

○ Premieres/screenings

○ Award shows

○ Junkets

○ Podcast appearances

○ Social media

○ Studio showcases

● Negotiating and/or entering into and/or consenting to:

○ An agreement to perform covered services in the future

○ Any new agreement related to merchandising connected to a covered project

○ The creation and use of digital replicas, including through the reuse of prior work

• Performing on a trailer for a struck production or other ancillary content connected to a struck production

[staticsnowfall]

opening night of new york city ballet’s 2024-25 season

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last night, new york city ballet opened the doors for its 76th season. featured above are new york city ballet principal dancers tiler peck and chun wai chan, dancing a pas de deux from george balanchine’s tchaikovsky piano concerto no.2 (formerly titled ‘ballet imperial’). the ballet is a tribute to tchaikovsky, and balanchine’s teacher marius petipa. it was created even before city ballet was formed, choreographed for balanchine’s former company, american ballet caravan. it premiered on june 25th, 1941, at teatro municipal, rio de janeiro, as a way to show the world that american ballerinas could be just as refined and talented as their european counterparts. balanchine removed to allusions of imperial russia in 1973, giving the ballet its current title. another note — it was also chan’s debut in this role! merde!

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footage sourced from @nycballet on instagram, tuesday, september 17th, 2024, at david h. koch theater, manhattan, new york.

[midnightechoes]

So this week is going to go down as maybe the most sapphic week in animation history. It’s going to have a great case, there are so many sapphic shows or shows with prominent sapphic couples airing this week.

Don’t know what I’m talking about? Here’s a quick rundown:

Yuri Is My Job!

Premiering on Crunchyroll on April 6th.

Yuri is My Job! is based on a yuri manga of the same name. It follows high schooler Hime, who cares deeply about her image as sweet and helpful, even though she’s actually selfish. She accidentally injures the manager of a cafe, and agrees to work there to make up for it. But this is no ordinary cafe, it’s like a cafe dinner theater where all the waitresses play characters from a fictional high school and act out skits for the patrons. Hime’s character is supposed to be in love with one of the other waitresses’ character, but she starts actually falling for the girl. Only problem is, behind the scenes the other waitress seems to hate her.

Yeah, that sounds kind of bonkers! I can already see the story now, Hime starting out playing a role, and eventually having to legitimately earn the love of Mitsuki.

Birdie Wing: Golf Girls’ Story

Season 2 premiering on Crunchyroll on Friday, April 7th

Ah Birdie Wing. If you saw season one, you know just how delightful wacky this show is. It follows the stories of Eve, a golfer that plays in illegal underground golf matches for the mob, and Aoi, a golf prodigy and the new sensation of the golf world. Their lives crash into each other and the chemistry is overwhelming and immediate.

Technically Eve and Aoi aren’t canon as of the end of s1, but it’s hard to imagine that the show isn’t heading in that direction. It makes no effort to hide the fact that these two are into each other.

I’m so excited to see what season 2 has in store for these two. Birdie Wing is just a delightfully weird little show.

Princess Principal: Crown Handler Chapter 3

Premieres in theaters in Japan on Friday, April 7th

Alright, so this won’t be useful to a lot of people reading this, as this is only premiering in Japan this weekend. But I wanted to mention it because (a) it’ll come over to the US sometime this year, and (b) Princess Principal is awesome and I want to promote it when I can.

Princess Principal was a 12 episode series that aired in 2017, and Crown Handler is a six-part sequel OVA series.

In a nutshell, Princess Principal is a steampunk spy thriller set in an alternate universe European kingdom that has been divided by a wall, Berlin-style. It follows a team of spies, masquerading as high school girls, as they try to prevent the two sides from going to war.

I know, “why is this on a list of gay shit?” Well, because it is. Two of the main characters, Ange and Princess Charlotte, are big-time into each other and while the original series does the anime thing of “we’re only allowed to go so far with this”, the OG series has a lot of intimate scenes between the two and does end *SPOILERS* with the two of them sitting on the beach together while holding hands.

And perhaps Crown Handler, being made years later, can finally take their relationship farther.

RWBY Volume 9

Volume 9 episode 8 airing on Crunchyroll on Saturday, April 8th

RWBY has been ongoing, and the current volume has been airing since February, but there’ll be another episode this Saturday. Right now RWBY is in the middle of dealing with a lot of trauma, BUT, the bees are canon and dating so every episode of RWBY is now officially gay. So says me.

The Owl House: Watching and Dreaming

 Series finale airing on the Disney Channel on Saturday, April 8th

I’M NOT READY TO LOSE THIS SHOW! 😭

*ahem* The third and final season 3 special airs on Saturday, and promises to be mega emotional and super gay.

I’m grateful that this show had a chance to finish its story, something a lot of sapphic media doesn’t get to do. But I am still pissed about it getting cancelled in the first place simply because it didn’t fit their “brand” (read: this show is too gay for Disney).

But I just know that Dana and her team put together a sensational finale.

Mobile Suit Gundam: the Witch From Mercury

Season 2 premiering on Crunchyroll on Sunday, April 9th.

Affectionately called G-Witch, season 1 of this show was a revelation in the fall. It follows the story of Suletta Mercury, precious cinnamon roll and the most talented mobile suit pilot around, and Miorine Rembran, daughter of the president of the Benerit Group, a mega-corporation that has massive political power.

The show revolves around a school that’s mostly full of the children of powerful people. And then there’s Suletta, a nobody that just wants to be a normal girl and have a normal school life but through a series of events ends up in a mobile suit duel that she easily wins, earning her the title of Holder, which makes her Miroine’s groom.

At first, the two treat the arrangement as a business arrangement, both seeing practical value in this arranged engagement. But it’s obvious that Miorine is actually pretty into Suletta from the start, and we see Suletta slowly falling for Miorine too.

G-Witch is incredible. Part awesome mecha fights, part political intrigue, part romance between two useless girls who’d rather die that admit their actual feelings.

I am SO EXCITED for season 2!

LGBTQ media hasn’t had it great as of late, with a ton of frustrating cancellations and it almost feeling like Hollywood is going backwards in terms of its commitment to giving us space to tell our stories.

But animation, both in the US and in Japan, seems to be making great strides, being our light in the dark.

All five of these shows are airing episodes this week, and Crown Handler will be in theaters this week and on streaming/blu-ray later this year. RWBY has been airing for weeks and its been the gayest volume yet. the Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady just finished airing and was wonderfully sapphic. I’m In Love With the Villainess is scheduled to air sometimes this year. And just maybe we might get Arcane season 2 before the end of the year.

I’m excited for how sapphic and yuri animation is progressing, I hope it keeps going forward.

[onlydylanobrien]

‘SNL 1975’ Finds Its Garrett Morris, Dan Aykroyd, Chevy Chase And John Belushi

By Justin Kroll, Anthony D'Alessandro January 30, 2024 10:00am

Lamorne Morris playing Garrett Morris, Dylan O’Brien playing Dan Aykroyd, Cory Michael Smith playing Chevy Chase and Matt Wood playing John Belushi

EXCLUSIVE: Lamorne Morris, Dylan O’Brien, Cory Michael Smith and Matt Wood have joined the cast of Sony Pictures’ SNL 1975 that will be directed by Jason Reitman and based on the real-life behind the scenes accounts of the opening night of Saturday Night Live. Morris will play Garrett Morris, O’Brien will play Dan Aykroyd, Smith will play Chevy Chase, and Wood will play Belushi. The original screenplay is written by Reitman and Gil Kenan.

On October 11, 1975, a ferocious troupe of young comedians and writers changed television forever. SNL 1975 is the true story of what happened behind the scenes that night in the moments leading up to the first broadcast of NBC’s SNL. It depicts the chaos and magic of a revolution that almost wasn’t, counting down the minutes in real time to the infamous words, “Live from New York, it’s Saturday Night!”

The screenplay is based on an extensive series of interviews conducted by Reitman and Kenan with all the living cast members, writers and crew. Reitman, Kenan, Jason Blumenfeld, Erica Mills and Peter Rice are producing.

Morris can currently be seen in FX’s fifth season of Noah Hawley’s hit drama series Fargo as North Dakota Deputy Witt Farr. He joined the cast of Netflix’s Unstable for season two opposite Rob Lowe. Prior to this, he starred as the titular lead in the hybrid live-action/animated Hulu series Woke, inspired by the life and art of cartoonist Keith Knight.

O’Brien was most recently starring in Ponyboi, which premiered as one of ten films in the U.S. Dramatic Competition at the 2024 Sundance Film Festival. Up next, he will be seen in the feature films Caddo Lake, from the writing-directing team of Logan George and Celine Held and producer M. Night Shyamalan, and Anniversary, a thriller co-starring Diane Lane, Kyle Chandler, Zoey Deutch and Phoebe Dynevor. His other credits include Searchlight feature Not Okay from writer-director Quinn Shephard, the critically-acclaimed crime drama The Outfit, opposite Mark Rylance, Zoey Deutch, and Johnny Flynn; Paramount’s Love and Monsters and the popular Maze Runner franchise

Best known for his role on as the Riddler on the popular Fox series Gotham, Smith can currently be seen as Julianne Moore’s son in Todd Haynes’ May December. He most recently starred as Varian Fry in Anna Winger’s limited series Transatlantic opposite Gillian Jacobs and Corey Stoll for Netflix. Smith has also worked with Todd Haynes in both Carol (as private investigator Tommy Tucker) and Wonderstruck.

Wood has appeared in the original Broadway cast of Spongebob Squarepants and as husky kid icon Augustus Gloop in the Broadway First National Tour of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Television credits include Law and Order: SVU, Instinct and Difficult People.

Morris is represented by CAA, Entertainment 360, The Lede Company, and Myman Greenspan Fox Rosenberg Mobasser Younger & Light. O’Brien is repped by William Morris Endeavor Entertainment, Principal Entertainment LA, and Lichter, Grossman, Nichols, Feldman, Rogal, Shikora & Clark. Smith is repped by Circle of Confusion. Wood is repped by BRS/Gage Talent Agency.

Source: deadline.com