#shiloh coke

[jbaileyfansite]

Jonathan Bailey plays a character named Jeremy in this new indie movie, called Up The Catalogue by 4QTV and Hole_AID, out on December 13. You can buy tickets to see it here

[saveugoodmadam]

okay i just finished watching up the catalogue and may i say: what a film.

lyndsey marshal was absolutely amazing as hailey- i felt for her the whole film and her ending felt so rewarding. hailey goes through so much and it's such a surreal narrative but i never found myself feeling lost emotionally, and lyndsey handled every twist and turn wonderfully.

similarly, john macmillan as daniel was superb, and the two leads had amazing chemistry in their scenes. daniel was such a terrifying, manipulative presence and the spontaneity of his rage, his blasé attitude and his benevolence made sure he never had the opportunity to become a stagnant villain.

the visuals were all stunning, massive props to production designer lucie red for creating sets that were interesting while also noticeably liminal, this film was so visually stunning

the incidental characters were all also amazing, my particular favourites were jamima hoare, played by absolute comedic powerhouse morgana robinson, dr culpepper, played by shiloh coke as a perfectly believable, suave, con(?) artist and jeremy, played by jonathan bailey who brings his trademark depth and talent to the obsessive WHaM artist.

overall, a 10/10 film, if a bit confusing though that is supposed to be the effect. i definitely forsee some awards in this film's future!!! absolutely worth the £5 for a ticket.

[buried-in-autumn-leaves]

Our Life/Xoxo Droplets Characters as things that have happened in my hell that I call work <3

Cove: Group crying session in the dish room after every single Friday during lent.

Derek: Dropping an entire bag of custard mix in the walk-in only to immediately walk out of the building and not be seen for 10 minutes.

Baxter: My one coworker that wears a chefs jacket in the stores colours even though he is not a manager and I have never seen anyone else wear that shirt.

Tamarack: That one kid that gave me a flower they made out of the bag their kids meal came in.

Qiu: Veggie Burger Pickle Bowl

Jeremy: The time I was cleaning the soda tabs and accidentally set off the machine, got covered in coke zero, and cried for 20 minutes.

Pran: The time I got yelled at by 4 different customers because they had a question and my manager wouldn't answer the headset.

Everett: The one coworker who comments on what I order every single time I go on break (I'm going to lose my shit).

Nate: The manager that sides with the customers after they verbally abused the 14 year old cashier for something the kitchen did.

Shiloh: Singing along to Carl Wheezer covers at 12:30am because dishes are still not done.

Bae: The girl that got mad we get our fish frozen (it's an ocean fish) (we are in the midwest).

[rjschoicesstuff]

for ripley!! from [this] ask game

gluttony - 9, 11 wrath - 6, 7 sloth - 2, 6

thank you!!

Thank u!!

Gluttony 9. Does your muse drink many sugary drinks, like soda or juice?

Yees for sure, I think she rly likes soda especially.

Gluttony 11. Is your muse addicted to caffeine? if so, what is their preferred caffeinated beverage?

I don't think so 🤔 I think the only caffeinated drinks she drinks is coke and tea sometimes, but I think those have less caffeine than coffee. I think she def wouldn't like coffee.

Wrath 6. does your muse believe that violence can solve some problems? or are they more a "violence is never the answer" type? somewhere in-between?

I think she already learned from experience in highschool that beating the shit out of someone (for terrorizing her) can pay off because now they're scared of her but also bite her in the ass cause then a few days later they'll follow her around on her route home with their whole friend group and 'put her in her place' v much one of her worst memories that she has a hard time talking about because it's EMBARASSING to her. She still lashed out a few times after that though because it's just how she responds when people keep going on for too long. I think she rly Wants to be a gentle person but that's just not how she is when people mistreat her.

I think she can also be very extreme in this regard though because like anyone posing a serious threat to her or her loved ones, she'll want to kill so they can't hurt anyone. Like to just 100% for sure keep that from happening. I think after becoming a vampire especially, like I think in a way it's just made her more violent and more predisposed to going for the kill when under threat? I think they're all like that, even Gabriela in high-adrenaline, high stakes, life or death situations.

I think she was kinda shook by the decision to execute Shiloh and Cas doing this so easily, but yea she was also still human at the time. But also partly because I imagine she's tagged along with the group more than once and felt some sort of friendship with him and still a bit in denial like 'there gotta be an explanation right..' like she would've just locked him in the dungeons because on his own he didn't feel like a threat.

Wrath 7. Does your muse destroy things for fun, or to let off steam?

For suuure I think she especially likes burning stuff lmao like making a big fire and throwing in junk.

And just smashing boulders and stuff, she'd rly enjoy tht one scene at the start of ID 2 and not feel bad after, because she's just in awe like man I'm strong and that felt Good.

Sloth 2. Is your muse prone to procrastination?

For sure both with school stuff and chores especially.

Sloth 6. Does your muse put on real clothes every day, or only if they have to go out?

Tbh even when she goes out she sometimes just goes in her jammies if it's a quick grocery store run or something lol. Her pyjamas r also just big tshirts and jogging pants or sports shorts though so it's not like hdhdh a huge deal anyway.

I def think when she just stays home and is gonna lay around, she's not gonna put on any rly nice clothes or jeans or anything.

[gynandromorph]

I just gotta kno: wud Jessie legalize weed worldwide? Ik she doesnt like drugs, so i wonder if a stoner prayed for it to be legal and she entertained this specific prayer for consideration, what wud happen? O: also, wud jessie ever try a drug ever in her life, mayhaps even to entertain shiloh? Has shiloh partaken in weed or anything else, and if so, whats their preferences and dislikes? Sorry for such drug-centric questions, please feel free to ignore if this strays too far into "annoying stoner questions". Thank you for reading, too!!

i don't think she would. she looks down on drug users with an air of disgust. she can't imagine why anyone would want to feel like that. more importantly i just don't believe weed is illegal in their world.

i also don't think jessie would ever try a drug, ever. she would change shiloh before she changed that about herself. it's really important to her character. the fact that she conjured ANY drugs for shiloh to hand off to avery is a little miracle in and of itself.

shiloh has partaken in weed as well as an assortment of drugs. in the comics themselves, it's already canon that they've used ecstasy and a fictional version of xanax. they don't hate weed, but they don't get a sense of euphoria from it, so i don't think they'd go out of their way to acquire it. they probably don't care too much for painkillers because the euphoria is also not as pronounced as it could be. they probably used to have a strong preference for coke in their mid-20s, when their body could really take a beating and still bounce back from it (literally and metaphorically, i suppose). uppers are probably still their preference on principle because they rawdog your dopamine receptors. they also have a high affinity for the warm fuzzy feeling alcohol gives you.

[fbfh]

light up the dark [VIIII] - Leo Valdez x reader

wc: 3.8k

genre: found family/domestic fluff, smut, sitcom shenanegins

pairing: Leo Valdez x goth gf!child of eros!reader

warnings: tooth rotting found family domestic bliss, brief mention of c*lypso, too many emotions make dr. skudworth ~uncomfortable~, penetrative sex, grinding, making out, riding Leo like a motherfucking cowboy, gratuitous handjobs, sub!leo, top!reader, cervix kissing, aftercare, kisses and cuddles, reader is emotionally constipated, getting caught

summary: the morning after the attack, you're greeted with coffee, domestic bliss, and a box full of weapons. That night, you sneak into Leo's room for some much needed stress relief, only to be met with a surprise on your way out.

song recs: soft skin - timmies ft. shiloh, something I need - onerepublic, to noise making (sing) - hozier, without love you can save the world - crazy ex girlfriend (kind of applies)

a/n: i'm in therapy now so yall can stop worrying about me! yay! coming out of bad burnout ahahaha sexy bitches get burnout :p

tags: @magcon7280 @yesv01 @avashaye @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @thatmultifandomloser @yelenabel0vaswife @almostjollypizza @fictionalcomforts  @lizziebitch33  @jacksondeeznuts @girlfriendwhoseawitch @urmum-xoxo @Asunnyhunny @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @legramilis @youkissedareaderinthedark @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @cosmiq-cloud @anything-forourmoony  @i-dont-remember-a-lot  @chasingpj @1dpjohoohp @mystic-writings   @babiesimagines @dreamerball @demirunner @if-only-i-was-fictional @girlfriendwhoseawitch

You expect it to be quiet the day after the attack. You expect it to be still and gray outside, as if the weather itself was allowing you a moment after what happened. But as you shuffle into the kitchen with soft, fuzzy socked steps, birds chirp outside as the sun rises as and morning progresses like nothing happened at all. You find everyone talking in the kitchen, unpacking the contents of a large cardboard box. You’re barely awake, and the smell of juice and coffee and toast wafts through the room, starting to pull you from your groggy stupor to your senses. 

“Morning,” Leo says, catching your eye with a warm smile that makes your stomach flip as you slowly make your way to the fridge in a desperate search for coffee. You flash a smile back briefly, humming in agreement. It’s so early that your defenses aren’t all the way up yet, and that small gesture is more than enough to send little firecrackers of warmth fizzing through you. You feel the caffeine gradually entering your system as you watch them take everything out of the box, assessing it as they go. A short while later, by the time you’re done with your coffee there’s an array of weapons, smaller boxes, bottles and containers strewn across the table.

During their discussions of the box and its contents, Leo makes a point to explain about how ambrosia, nectar, and the different weapons and metals work. Everyone else supplements as he goes, and soon, you know just about as much as they do. For a moment, you briefly considered trying a little bit of ambrosia or nectar to fix this terrible burning ripping ache in your upper back. It hurts worse than cutting teeth and feels like your bones are grinding against each other, but after hearing about the consequences of what ambrosia and nectar can do to you, you decide against it. It's probably not worth the risk. You were also mildly concerned it might somehow make you feel worse, which is the last thing you need right now. 

"So," Frank asks, watching your eyes roam over the various weapons laid out before you, "see anything you like?"

At the other end of the table, Percy chuckles, taking a sip of his coke.

"Yeah, you're gonna need one…" he says, nodding at them. You take a closer look, your eyes quickly landing on the shotgun resting in the middle of the table. It seems like the obvious choice, and you stare at it for a moment. You pick it up, inspecting it as a chuckle passes through the room. 

“Chiron will be happy to hear that,” Annabeth says, remembering how long that gun has sat in the weapons shed, “he’s been trying to get rid of that thing for years.” 

After Frank goes over how it works and all the usual gun and weapon safety, supplemented by Piper and Hazel, you take your new weapon, getting a feel for it. It’s a little awkward, trying to find a way to carry it that doesn’t feel clunky or uncomfortable. 

“So, what? Am I just supposed to walk around with this tucked under my arm like a newspaper?” you ask rhetorically. Hazel takes it, inspecting it for something. 

“A lot of weapons are enchanted,” she starts, brow furrowing with concentration, “so you can carry them around easier, hide them from mortals…” she murmurs, fiddling around with it until she finds what she’s looking for. 

“Aha.” She clicks a switch and it shrinks down into a little dangling earring shaped just like a shotgun, complete with a clasp closure. She hands it to you. 

“Open it up to grow it,” she says, doing just that, “and do this to shrink it back down.” She demonstrates, showing you how to work the little switch that turns it back into an earring. You open it just enough to put it in your ear, noting how lightweight it is for a literal shotgun. The bullets are celestial bronze, and since that only affects monsters and demigods, as long as you don’t shoot yourself or your friends, everything will be fine.

Over the course of the next few days, you’re surprised to find that you’re actually starting to bond with everyone. You’ve fallen into something of an easy routine that was only awkward at first. Now your days are comprised of making breakfast, playing more board games and video games than you can ever remember playing, all of you getting absolutely destroyed by Hazel at Just Dance, a variety of team building exercises, movie nights, making dinner together, then procrastinating going to sleep to stay up telling stories and talking and catching up. Of all the places you’ve been, of all the things you’ve hated, even you can’t say you hate this too much. 

You’ve been ignoring and avoiding the shrew - sorry, Calypso - as much as possible. Given that you’re all stuck in a house indefinitely, it seems like the best way to avoid unnecessary conflict.

For the most part, it seems to be working. You only butt heads when she goes out of her way to start shit with you, those snide remarks and attempts at picking fights that don’t sit well with you. Usually whatever beef or fights she starts are finished after you deliver a few brutal but true comebacks all based in fact, then she storms off to sulk by herself. You wondered if someone would go check on her, but based on the lack of reactions it gets and how often she repeats the same scoff, rolling eyes, storming off in a huff combo, it doesn’t seem like it’s out of the ordinary for her. 

Aside from that, for the most part it’s essentially been you and Leo and his friends. Setting aside the occasional roast/power struggle with she who must not be named, things are basically going okay. You’d even go as far to say as it’s kind of nice. You don’t hate mornings quite as much as you used to, and being around other people isn’t the same kind of painful as it has been in the past. You’re starting to get… comfortable around them. It’s weird. New. 

All these thoughts swirl around the currents of your mind as you lay in bed, once again unable to sleep. There’s a part of you, a very loud part, that insists this is all horrible. You can’t trust people, and thinking you can, even starting to think you can is a mistake. Not a trivial one either, a mistake that could end very, very badly for you. The second you get attached, the second you start to put down roots and expect consistency, you make yourself vulnerable. In spite of that, in spite of the fact that that voice is probably right, you can’t deny how you’re starting to find yourself wanting to be around everyone more. Even though you still act inconvenienced by the board games and tired of all the movies and like you couldn’t care less about their stories about camp, you still play, you still watch, you still listen. 

You can’t deny that maybe some of the hype around having friends, having sustainable long term relationships in your life might be… worth the hype. That realization sinks in, and it’s terrifying. If it actually is a good thing you’ve been missing out on… you have no idea how to cope with that. What are you supposed to do if you actually want the people that abandon you? ‘You’re left cold, and miserable, and alone.’ You think. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. You let out a loud, frustrated sigh and roll over in your cold, uncomfortable bed that always feels too fresh, silently reprimanding yourself for thinking about the one thing you didn’t want to. The pit of dread continues to grow in your stomach as your mind spirals and spirals, until you find yourself outside Leo’s door. 

Within moments, you’re straddling his lap and pushing your tongue past his lips. He tastes so good, you want more and more of him. He touches you, hands squeezing electrically along your skin as he kisses you deeper. You feel the corner of his mouth quirk up as you tangle your hands in his hair. It’s obvious to him how desperate you are for him, and he’s happy to provide you with whatever you want from him right now. You tug on his hair in a desperate attempt for him to be even closer to you, and he moans into your mouth at the feeling. 

You shift your hips to feel him harden up beneath you better, and he lets out a halted sigh against your lips. This time it’s you smirking into the kiss. You grind down against his cock, feeling him grow harder with every movement of your hips. Everything about you is so enticing, and the feeling of your soft, warm cunt grinding against him is already making his head spin. He’s melting under your touch, responding so well to you, and you want to make him moan again. He’s had you pinned below him, scratching his back and biting his shoulder more times than you can count, it seems like the least you can do is return the favor. 

You move down, kissing his neck and listening to his heavy breath like your favorite song. You suck hickeys against his soft skin, grinding against him and feeling him get more lost in your touch with every flick of your tongue, every movement of your hips. Getting him to grip your hips, breathe all heavy like this is one of the best feelings, and normally you can’t get enough of it. Tonight, you want more. You lift yourself off his lap a little, and he whines at the loss of contact. You can feel his voice reverberate against your lips, and it brings out a fresh wave of that animalistic hunger you have for him. 

You tug his cock out of his sweatpants, and his breath halts. He’s hung like a horse, and even when he’s rock hard, his cock bounces when you pull it out. You squeeze him, pumping his cock to get him warmed up for you. He’s heavy and warm against you, and you can’t quite wrap your hand around him all the way. His breath hitches, growing heavier with every stroke until he’s panting. Each vein throbs at your touch, in perfect time with his racing heart. You stopped kissing his neck as much at some point, and your breath fans soft over his neck and shoulder in little puffs. 

You reach into his pocket, pulling a condom out of thin air. You never used to think it would be that useful of a skill to have, but it’s come in handy more times than you can count. You take your hand off him long enough to get the condom on, and his chest swirls with warmth. It’s such an intimate gesture, and it makes him throb for you even more under your touch. You make him dizzy like this, with that way you look at him like you’re hungry or something. You tug off your shirt and panties, a task he’s more than happy to help with. It’s not the first time he’s seen you naked, but he’s entranced by how beautiful you are every single time. This time is no exception, and his eyes keep falling on the soft little lines where your legs and hips meet. 

You stroke him once or twice more for good measure, before lifting up your hips to line him up with your entrance. The tip barely kisses your soft folds before his head is spinning. You hover above him for a moment, letting him revel in the feeling, before sinking down on him.

“O-oh, fuck…” he chokes out when you’re fully seated on his lap. You both moan, adjusting to the feeling of him being fully sheathed in your gummy walls. Neither of you can remember a time when he was this deep inside you, and it makes both of you dizzy. The tip of his cock is kissing against your cervix, and you're sure you can both feel how the bulge in your stomach is bigger than usual. His grip on your hips tightens as he leans in, desperate to kiss you. Before he can, you push him flat against the bed. His eyes widen in surprise as he hits the mattress, and you can feel his cock throbbing inside you from the suddenness of the gesture. You lean forward, bringing your lips to his ear, so close he can smell your perfume. 

“Down, boy.” You command, a small note of playfulness to your voice that has his stomach clenching. The feeling of your breath and lips against his ear is enough to make his breath hitch. He’s happy to follow your lead, do whatever you want him to, so he stays down. Even when he wants to grab your hips and piston up into you, when he wants you to move or kiss him or do something, he stays down. He feels you smirk after a moment of agonizing waiting and bated breath. 

“Good…” you say with a light chuckle. Unable to ignore how dizzy his cock is making you any longer, you start to move. You drag yourself up and down his length at an agonizingly slow pace, eliciting a moan from his pretty lips. The drag of his cock feels better than you remember, and you still can’t get over how deep inside you he is like this. He’s stretching you out so good, every vein and curve of his cock hits those perfect spots inside you, sending electric pleasure through your nervous system. You squeeze and clench around him as you bounce your hips, grinding down on his cock. 

Your pace speeds up, and Leo lets out a long moan below you. You place his hands on your thighs, and he grabs on tight, needing something to hold on to. You place your hands on his chest, feeling his ragged breaths go up and down. You dig your nails into his shoulders, and he shudders at the feeling. Your gummy walls grip him so tight, every soft bump and ridge of your wet cunt squeezes him just right. You clamp down on him, and he lets out a whine as you milk his cock, lips inches away from his. 

“You like that?” You ask, voice low and sending shivers down his spine. He nods his head vigorously, looking up at you through thick eyelashes, his eyes heavy with lust. 

“Yes.” He whimpers, panting and squirming beneath you. You smile dangerously, beginning to speed up even more. He loses his sense of time, his grip on the world around him, he loses track of everything that’s not you and how good you make him feel. Every noise, every moan and whimper and whine, every gasp and shuddering breath is music to your ears. You’ve never found anyone who sounds as nice as Leo does when you sink down on his thick cock.  

He gets louder as he gets closer, growing restless under you. He squirms and writhes even more, squeezing your hips and pulling you down on him, desperate for more friction. You can tell he’s close from the way his eyes start to roll back, and you are too. You’re tightening up around him, and there’s only a few moments before you’ll both be coming undone. 

“F-fuck,” he chokes out, desperately grabbing at your hips, “please, please, please…” he whines, babbling incoherently, begging you so sweetly for release. You lower your lips tantalizingly close to his, breath fanning over his face.

“Since you asked so nicely…” you murmur against his mouth, pushing your tongue past his lips and tugging harshly on his hair. He moans shamelessly into your mouth, bucking up into you and hitting that spot inside you over and over. You clamp down on him as he ruts up into you, stomach clenching and balls tightening as his cock throbs. He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut, and finally releases everything he’s been building up for you. 

“Shit- fuck! Gods, I love you,” he pants. Everything about him is enough to send you over the edge, but it’s his voice that finally does it. Your legs shake as you’re blinded by pleasure, by the head of his cock rubbing that spot inside you. You guide each other through your release, milking out as much pleasure as you can. 

When you’re both too sensitive and exhausted to play anymore, you lift yourself off him slowly. Before you can even think about sneaking back off to your room, you feel his muscular arms wrap around you, pulling you close. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks playfully, voice still croaky from before. He kisses your jawline and cheek, wherever he can reach really, in little bursts of warmth against your skin. He pulls you closer so you're lying on your back, then flops on top of you, settling into your soft skin and familiar touch. He’s still bear hugging your waist and his face is buried in your chest. You don't think you could get out from under him if you tried. You find yourself scratching his back and playing with his soft curls absentmindedly. As your fatigue starts to catch up to you and sleep draws nearer, you notice it worked again. Fucking Leo’s brains out made that hollow, panicked feeling go away again. Something about his dick must be magical, because no matter how sticky and stubborn those awful creeping feelings are, he finds a way to get rid of them every time. You haven't considered that it's not the sex or the way he stretches you out on his thick cock and makes your eyes roll, but how sweetly he speaks to you, how he never lets you leave without making sure you've been properly kissed and cuddled. Being told you're loved doesn't hurt either. 'I just need to fuck him a couple more times to get rid of this itch,' you think, 'a few more times. I just need him… I need him…' Before you can finish the thought, you're out like a light, warm and safe in his embrace. 

You wake up suddenly after a dreamless sleep. It's still dark out, but it won't be for too long. You should get back to your room before everyone else wakes up and risk someone finding out about this. You barely manage to pull yourself out from under Leo, and tug your clothes back on, creeping silently into the hall. You really tired him out, you muse silently, closing the door quietly. You're glad you got away with this, once again not raising any suspicion. You turn to go down the hall to your room, only to be met face to face with Nico. 

Shit. 

You're both frozen, dead in your tracks, unsure how to process this, of what to do. You're barely dressed, holding your sticky panties in one hand with hickies all over your neck and chest and thighs. As if that wasn't damning enough, he just saw you leaving Leo’s room, barely able to walk. It's not that hard to piece all of this together. Before you can fully start panicking, you ramp up your sex appeal as high as it will go. You grab him in a choke hold with your magic, biting your lip and batting your eyes up at him, letting out a soft giggle. 

"Let's just keep this between us, huh?" You say, voice low and sultry, barely breaking the still silence of the night. It's silent for a moment as you wait for his reaction. Then he bursts out laughing. You drop the seductive expression on your face in shock as he claps a hand over his mouth, trying to stifle the noise. When he sees the look on your face, he's overcome with a fresh wave of laughter. After a few minutes, he gets it under control. 

"Sorry," he mutters breathlessly, trying not to laugh again. He crosses his arms, looking at you amused, while you stand there in shock. "Does this usually work? The whole…" He mimics your previous gestures, batting his eyes and biting his lip. He even twirls a strand of shaggy dark hair for dramatic effect, turning your confusion and embarrassment into good natured laughter at how easily he nailed you. 

"Wow," you state, still a little shocked. "That's the first time that didn't work…" you trail off, the rest of your question hangs clear between you. Why didn't it work? He chuckles quietly.

"Children of Eros cant use their powers on people that aren't compatible. I have a boyfriend, not a girlfriend, so you're… not really my type," he trails off. You let out a soft disbelieving laugh as his words sink in. You just tried to magically seduce a gay man. Of course it wouldn't work. 

"This was fun, but I gotta…" he gestures vaguely behind him, then melts into the shadows before you can blink. You stand in the dark, completely stunned at the bizarre and suddenness of the interaction. You turn to finally go back into your room, and it dawns on you that that's the first piece of information you've gotten about being a child of Eros. You make a mental note to interrogate him tomorrow, try and find out if he knows anything else about you. His words keep repeating in your head, and you find them strangely comforting. You realize that there's at least some people who aren't attracted to you or view you as a sex object.

You didn't expect to feel so relieved by that. You ruminate on this as you crawl into your cold, stiff bed, and try to ignore the painfully itchy burning ache in your upper back. It comes and goes, but it's definitely been getting worse. The only thing you can find to sooth you from everything swirling and storming around your mind is the memories of Leo’s touch ghosting over your body. You're also excited at the prospect of potentially having someone you can get an honest, unbiased, un-horny opinion from. Being able to talk to someone without them thinking about what they'll get out of it from you. You don't remember the last time you had that. 

[harrisonbrainrot]

worst and best hf movie in your opinion? have you watched one of his movies and thought it was gonna be good/bad and it ended up being the opposite? how many of them have you watched?

LOVE this ask.

Okay bear with me; I'm drunk. This is ignoring Indy + Star Wars + Blade Runner. I have seen... almost everything. Like.. damn near everything. According to IMDB he's been in 86 things. Tbh I've seen.. 68.

Top movies:

Hanover Street, it's a bitter sweet romance. Love it. It made me so sad but so fulfilled. It's some of his best acting imo. He's a total hopeless romantic. I love WWI/II films so that's nice.

Frantic is VERY fun. Ew, Roman Polanski. But a fun movie. He accidentally does coke. Overall vibe of his character is indoor cat that got outside on accident.

Heroes is GREAT. Vietnam War vet. Short screen time but memorable and tbh my dream guy. He's funny and sweet and super kind. Kinda a loser. I love him.

Frisco Kid. LOVE HARRISON AS A COWBOY. He's pure of heart and dumb of ass. He's got humor and all sorts of fun lines and moments.

Getting Straight; he had 1.5 minutes of screen time and played an art major and your honor, I LOVE HIM.

Regarding Henry; my first experience with a Harrison movie that wasn't Indy or Star Wars. It's sweet and fun and I'm really connected to it as someone with a TBI. Obviously not of the same caliber but.. still.

Honorable mentions:

Sabrina, the fugitive, the devil's own, and six days, seven nights, American Graffiti.

My LEAST favorite movie he's done is bar none; k-19: widow maker. Please, for the love of God, don't make my man do a Russian accent.

Dishonorable mentions;

42, they did his hair dirty. The possessed bc his character was gross and the movie was bad. Force 10 from Navarone is a snooze fest as a movie but I stuck it out for Harrison. A GREAT look for him but the film is slow. Very, very slow. He has a lot of screen time though. If WWII films from the 70s aren't your thing, don't watch it.

If you want a good laugh, watch his 42 seconds of fame in Luv, hilarious. If you want to see him in a western-esque film but with sideburns? Journey to Shiloh. For absolute stoned out of your gourd humor, belly laugh, his short appearance in the holiday special is just.. absolute gold. He embodies me at every holiday family function I do not want to be present at. Apocalypse now is a fun one, for his very short cameo as colonel Lucas, which is a homage to George Lucas. Wild he got that 2 years after Star Wars and it was filmed the same year as Hanover Street. He was in two episodes of Gunsmoke, which I knew from watching the show. The Sodbusters and Whelan's Men.

Idk man he's got such a diverse filmography. Dm me and I'll give you detailed film reviews of anything I've seen and you want to watch. Like fr. Just dm me, y'all.

[baynton]

thanks for tagging me @little-deathly-goose 😘

My wallpaper: (doing this on my laptop lmao)

Last song I listened to: i’ll keep you safe - sagun, shiloh dynasty 

Last movie: probe 2 (before i fell asleep halfway through on heather i am SO SORRY heather i am actually so embarrassed 😭 so i’m sharing my shame online because i deserve to be embarrassed further)

Craving: mathew 

What are you wearing right now: grey tshirt and green boxers

How tall are you: 5’7

Piercings: nose and ears (lobes + some cartridge ones)

Tattoos: none (yet 😏)

Glasses? Contacts?: glasses

Last drink: diet coke

Last thing you ate:  diet coke

Last show:  the league of gentlemen 

Favourite colour: blue, green, black, in that order i think?

Current obsession: mathew 

Unrelated obsession: diet coke

Any pets: none 💔

Do you have a crush on anyone?: mathew

Favourite fictional character: chris pitt-goddard

The last place you travelled: work, if not work, the local shop (for local people)

i’m tagging: (as always no pressure to participate) @lerios @the-illuminated-one​ @toomanyfandomsneverenoughtime​ @poets-and-bards-beloved​ @matbaynton​ @harrisonwells​ 

[dahliawolfe]

Conflicted

Rancher's Daughter pt. 3

Emmett smiles at Shiloh before speaking again, “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Oh, umm…”

“Shiloh, go ahead, Rick and I have a few things to discuss,” John orders, dismissing her. Shiloh frowns at her father, not pleased that he is dismissing her off with a stranger.

“Sure, thank you, Emmett,” she speaks cordially. Emmett offers his arm, and Shiloh slides her arm through it and allows him to lead her to the bar.

“What’ll it be, Shiloh?” His husky voice is deep and quiet, and pitched for only her to hear.

“Rum and coke, please.”

“One rum and coke and a whiskey, straight,” Emmett tells the bartender, passing over a black credit card.

After receiving their drinks, Emmett leads Shiloh over to a high top table. Shiloh glances around for her father, and finds him chatting with some older men across the room.

“So, tell me a little about yourself, Shiloh.”

“Not much to tell, I guess, I just work on our ranch,” Shiloh replies shrugging and taking a sip of her drink.

“Now, that’s not true. You’re also a hell of a barrel racer.”

“Oh, well, umm…thank you,” she feels herself blush slightly. Emmett smirks and brushes her cheek with his thumb.

“Yes, they really couldn’t have chosen a better little fiancé for me,” he speaks, bringing his own drink to his lips.

Shiloh, who was in the midst of taking another drink of hers, chokes. “Wh-what?”

Emmett pats her back gently. “Your father didn’t tell you?” At her blank look, he sighs and continues. “Our fathers have worked out a deal that will be beneficial to everyone. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you like a princess.”

“I’m sorry, but you’re insane. My father wouldn’t do this. And even if he did, he would have to know I wouldn’t agree to it.”

Emmett catches her chin with his thumb. “Then you will lose the ranch,” he says simply. Shiloh gulps.

“You’re lying.”

“Princess, one thing I promise you now, I will never lie to you.” Shiloh looks over at her father, who is giving her a hard stare. “Listen, you can talk to your daddy later. For now, we need to make our rounds. The more public this is, the better.” And lord help her, Shiloh can’t find the courage to ask why that is.

…

That son of a bitch father of hers left her at the venue, forcing her to catch a ride with Emmett. He pulls his black Audi up in front of the house and parks, before coming around to open her door.

“Thank you for bringing me home,” she grits out, eager to go inside and tear her father a new asshole.

“No problem, Princess. I’ll see you soon. Your daddy gave me your number, so I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?”

“Sure.” She opens the door, closing it as he leans towards her, and she swears she hears him laugh as she locks it. Taking a deep breath, she kicks off her shoes, gathers every bit of oxygen in her body, and yells, “PAPA!”

She hears a mumble of “Shit.” from the other room, and she stomps in that direction. John, Beth, and Jamie are all in the kitchen having a glass of scotch.

“Would you like to explain to me what the hell is going on?!” she demands. John gives her a stern look, and it almost tamps down her tirade, but not quite.

“Well, I guess he told you then,” John sighs, leaning against the counter.

“I won’t do it.” Shiloh folds her arms over her chest defiantly.

“Yes, you will,” Beth says. Eyes blazing, Shiloh whips around to face her sister.

“You marry the motherfucker then! I’m sure one Dutton pussy is as good as any!” Beth smirks at her.

“Oh, no. They asked for you, especially.”

“What the fuck is happening around here?!”

“Shiloh,” John grabs her shoulders. “The ranch is in trouble. Big trouble. And the only way to keep it in Dutton hands is to take their help. This was the nuclear option, but I’ve ran through all the others.”

“But, the cattle…and…”

“The last few years herds have been bad, you know that. Shiloh, I’m just trying to keep our home, Honey.”

“UGGGGGH!” she growls, stomping out of the kitchen, out the backdoor, and across the backyard. Her bare feet take her to the one place that she feels like she can be heard.

The footfalls on his porch alert him to her presence, and Rip opens the door. “Shi…”

“Rip, I won’t do it!”

“You won’t do what, Darlin’? What’s goin on?”

“Rip, they want me to marry that…that…ugggh!”

“Shiloh, Baby, I need you to slow down. Come in.” He takes her hand and leads her inside, she plops down on a leather chair in his living area. “Now, what is happening?”

Shiloh takes a deep breath and steadies herself. “My father has sold me like a damn prize pig at the county fair.” Rip’s face hardens. “If I don’t marry this Emmett guy, we lose the ranch.”

“And John told you this?”

“No, he didn’t have the balls to tell me. Emmett did. But Papa confirmed it.” Rip sat across from her.

“We’ll find another way, Shi.”

“There isn’t one, Rip. I have to marry him. And that really, really sucks, because the only man I’ve ever even thought about marrying was you.” The silence is deafening, and Shiloh buries her face in her hands. “And now it’s wei…”

Rip pulls her to her feet, arm around her back, one hand cupping her face. His lips are fierce on hers. And oh. Oh. Holy shit. Rip Wheeler is kissing her. Kissing the hell out of her. Moaning, she wraps her arms around him, tangling her fingers in his hair. She tugs lightly, making him growl. He gropes behind her, finding the zipper of her dress without ever leaving her lips. He lifts her, dress open but still on, and walks to his bedroom, when he sets her on her feet, he finally pulls away from her lips. He slides the dress off, exposing her braless breasts, which he is immediately enamored with. Cuz he knew they’d be perfect. But then he freezes. There, under her right breast, pink raised lines, he’s all too familiar with. The Yellowstone brand sits on her beautiful body like a dark omen. He looks up at her, only to notice she had gone shy.

“Who?”

“Papa.” Rip clenches his jaw. He’s never hated John until his moment.

“Why?”

“I helped Kasey and Monica sneak off and get married. I wasn’t loyal to the family.” Rip breathes in through his nose, centering himself, and lifts her by her thighs, laying her gently on his bed, intent on showing her exactly how beautiful all of her is to him.

[carlos-pereria]

Carlos chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, Kiki Dee, you've got yourself a deal. But don't expect me to be Elton without a fight." He leaned back, watching Shiloh scroll through the options with a grin.

"Of course I've seen Grease. I know I was...sheltered, ish. but, who hasn't?" Granted, it wasn't in until his late teens. "I think we could definitely pull off a pretty decent Danny and Sandy. You might have to take Travolta though," he added, taking a sip of his coke. @carlos-pereria

"It's a little rusty, but I'm well known for pulling myself together in times of crisis."

Well known -- if not the entire basis of her personality.

"That would entirely depend on whether or not I get to be Kiki Dee," Shiloh informs him, taking a sip from her drink with one hand while she scrolls through the options with her other.

"And if all else fails, we can always sing Grease. You've seen Grease, right?"

@carlos-pereria

[filmforager]

Pirates: Review

Party like it’s 1999

Films about growing up in inner city London are usually rooted in gang culture (Kidulthood, Blue Story) or gang culture featuring aliens (Attack the Block). You don’t have to be a genius to work out that it’s time for a change. Thankfully, the first film from TV personality Reggie Yates sets its big heart on redressing that balance - a vibrant look at the joys and nostalgia of childhood friendship.

The plot is simple, following three eighteen year old friends as they come together to celebrate New Year's Eve in 1999. Cappo (Elliot Edusah) returns from uni at a time where his best friends Two Tonne (Jordan Peters) and Kiddah (Reda Elazour) have blown up with their live radio sets as the ICC (Ice Cold Crew). While Two Tonne has his mind set on meeting his dream girl (Kassius Nelson) at a club in South London, Cappo doesn’t know how to tell his friends that he plans to leave as manager of the ICC. 

As the trio face multiple mishaps to get to a party before midnight, it's easy to think of Pirates as Superbad set in North London. But Pirates charts its own course of hilarity, with a sense of place and characters that feel truly authentic. Yates throws his heroes into a string of relatable comic scenarios, including a colourful appearance from Kiddah’s dodgy uncle (Youssef Kerkour), an ill-fated trip to the barbers and a hilarious encounter with the antagonistic waitress of a Caribbean restaurant (Shiloh Coke). Having lived it himself, Yates’ knowledge of the era is pitch-perfect - right down to the Tamagotchis and A-Z street maps. 

It doesn’t all hang together - a complication in the final act feels kind of forced, while you don’t see much of the Pirates actually DJing. But Yates’ film is so lively and entertaining that you’ll barely notice, with an energy and fast pace that perfectly captures the spirit of being a teenager. It also helps that his cast are naturals in their first leading roles. As well as being likeable and funny, their personalities bounce off of each other so well that they easily convince as childhood friends. With this charismatic cast, Yates is able to sell the meaningful message at the film’s heart - it’s not the things you do, but the people you do them with. 

With charming performances, sharp comedy, and a loving homage to the time period, Reggie Yates’ first film as writer-director is a riot. All aboard!

★★★★

[finelythreadedsky]

this time around on my regularly scheduled donmar warehouse shakespeare trilogy i have finally investigated the massive gay energy the productions give off and have learned that predictably at least 4 of the 13 actresses are lgbtq which. duh.

[fletcher-bailey]

Fletcher smiles in resignation, both of his hands held up without so much as a fight. Shiloh can have this one. She has done him one too many last second favors for him to decide to die on this hill.

"Alright, alright. You can love ranch enough for the both of us."

She can, because he won't ever touch it in his life. He hasn't in over two decades, as far as he can remember, and he's not the sort to challenge his past self's judgment.

"Not at all. I'll be right back."

He is, with a beer for him and a Diet Coke for Shiloh as requested, and it's that window of time as they wait Fletcher begins the typical small talk.

"I was thinking about bringing Oliver out to Philadelphia this winter. Before the snow, because I don't need any airline delay issues, but he hasn't been over there since before he could remember. Might be more self indulgent than anything. Do you think it's a silly idea?"

@shilohsharma

"Yes, it was absolutely the macaroni and cheese -- Who the hell puts pasta on pizza? Have some decorum. Bufflo chicken is debatable. But you can't throw whatever you want on a round slice of crust and call it pizza -- there are rules."

Shiloh narrows her gaze at him.

"Ranch is the backbone of our culture, so I'm going to be kind and ignore what you've said."

She moves comfortably through his kitchen, collecting plates in turn to prepare for the arrival of pizza.

"Would you be insulted if I asked for a Diet Coke?"

@fletcher-bailey

[iwritefanfictionsometimes]

Good 2 know that although I am resistant to most alcohol rum fucks me up

[chowtrolls]

BRUNNO! FAVOURITE DRINKS AND SNACKS! GO!

This is supposed to be a PG-13 blog, no? Let’s keep it that way. 

[minwoo-ia]

🔴 The pleasure is mine {Shiloh&Minwoo}

It was time for Shiloh to explore, to discover all the little wonders his new home had to offer, and so, drawn in by the neon sign reading Demonic Pleasures in a bright red, the angel walked in, curious about the pleasures of the local demon population. As he walked across the club, he couldn't help but arch an eyebrow upon witnessing a rather peculiar scene, since text books and stationery were the last things he'd assume would be present in such a place. Maybe they even had poetry clubs around, he thought as a small, amused smile formed in the corner of his lips.

And then he felt it — the scent that inundated his nostrils was unmistakable, he could recognize it from miles away. Smacking his lips, Shiloh turned on his heels, blue hues meeting the red pair, their intense gaze. They were nothing like the small, petty spirits he'd encounter at the aerial tolls; their energy was overwhelming, suffocating almost. "Hmm," As he hummed, his eyes scanned the area, "I wouldn't say no to a drink, but something tells me the house doesn't go alcohol-free."  

The gold swirling in the red orbs danced around for a moment as he saw the holy creature enter his establishment. His eyes soft as he recognized the creature as soon as he stepped into the light of the bar. he did not speak of it though- perhaps there was a slight inkling of recognition in his gaze before he hid it again. He knew he had seen the other before but in the Heavenly Kingdom where he had never been.

Oh, how he had liked to forget the past where he had taken the memories of an angel fallen- for he needed to store his memories in a safe space. Where to better hide an Angel’s treasure than within a demon? He had given the memories back though he did not need to say goodbye to them. He never wanted to leave those beautiful memories behind. For he was in love with the Demonic realm where he gazed upon Hell but he was seduced by Heaven- a lover he could never have. He had seen angels dance and the cherubs sing under the endless sunlight. The lightness that came with a realm so odd and foreign to a demon. Yet it’s melodies would play in the background of his dreams sometimes.

How silly for an Arch-demon to dream of Heaven.

He had seen the other there, he heard whispers that the other would fall- and yet it seemed he had not fallen for he was here and his energy felt pure. Making his skin tingle and his mouth water as he watched the other and then smiled. Tilting his head slightly as his horns- black with golden tips -hit the light and reflected the red tones of the led-wall writings. “Hello there, why do you think we do not have anything alcohol-free?” he asked and then handed the other an iPad that had a whole non-alcohol section. Sure, it included blood as well (human and fae) but it also had coke, Fanta and some sparkling water with fruity flavours.

“We also have snacks, I like the little fried cheese snacks.” he gestured to the iPad and smiled at the angel. “I’ve never seen you here before. You new or just crossing through town?”

@shiloh-ia