#sino film

[pedroam-bang]

“P-51! Cadillac of the sky!”

Empire Of The Sun (1987)

[cafecomcraseapoliis]

Poesia!!!

Filme - Quando os Sinos Tocam (2022)

[slashdementia7734]

FUCK YES I WANT TO SEE THIS.

[ghoulpiled]

ʟᴏꜱ ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ || Part One

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘?

❧𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Pre-War!Cooper Howard x fem!Reader

❧𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧g: E / MATURE! Minors, DO NOT interact!

❧ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: Smut with plot, virgin!reader, cheating, lowkey alcoholic reader, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetration

❧𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: ~6k

❧𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: From costars to strangers, it’s like fate keeps bringing the two of you together.

❧ɴᴏᴛᴇ:  Lots of switching from present to past tense as events happen. Also, added new parts from what the teaser had. Realized I wanted to make this a story with more than one part. If I kept just one part... it would be far too long.

You have been in the acting game for far too long. Originally you were advertising royalty. Your mom first put you into commercial gigs at the young age of five. Luckily for your mom, BlamCo Mac & Cheese was looking for the new poster child. Your face was plastered on billboards all around Hollywood. “Nothing says dinner like BlamCo Mac & Cheese. Bring the family together for a dish everyone will enjoy.” This phrase will forever be etched into the grooves of your brain. But as all gigs go, you outgrew BlamCo. Once you hit age ten, you couldn’t be the cutesy little kid telling families to eat the most disgusting mac and cheese known to man. Like many gigs will do, you were dropped from the gig. It paid well. Well, it paid your mom well. 

She would go on lavish vacations without you. Only leaving you with a babysitter. This babysitter ended up raising you. Your mom would also buy herself expensive dresses and handbags. What would you get? Hand Me downs of whatever wardrobe on commercials could give you.  This was a common theme early on in your career. The money you made was promised to you once you hit eighteen. Enough money to go to college and make a name for yourself professionally. After the BlamCo gig, you hit a dry spell. No one wanted a kid going through puberty as the face of their brand. With money getting tight, your mom signed you up for every and any background character role in a film and TV show she could. That’s where Nuka Cola noticed you.

Upon hitting sixteen, Nuka Cola representatives came up to your mom offering you a four year contract to be the face of Nuka Cola. It paid insanely well. So you did it. Another gig with your face plastered everywhere. From highway billboards to full body cut outs of you in Red Rockets across the country, you were back in the limelight. But those four years went by quickly. Once the contract ended, you were eighteen. You were excited to throw your acting career away. Child stardom was too damn much. College was going to be a fresh start for you! To no one’s surprise, you never got your money. To make it worse, your mom kicked you out of the house. She didn’t see you as profitable anymore. Mainly because you are old enough to go your own way. 

Due to all these gigs, you never had time to make friends. So you took to crashing on random old co-star’s couches. You were back to background gigs. Which paid okay but not enough to help pay for college. Sadly, that was a dream you could never catch. It took three years for you to finally get your foot back in the door with big acting gigs. That gig being A Man and His Dog. A film in which you play the main female character who is supposed to seduce the main lead. It wasn’t really a film expected to go anywhere. The lead was a man straight out of the Sino-American War who had never acted a day in his life. This was also your first big gig, you’re not one to talk. Unknown to you, that man would become western movie royalty. A young and disgruntled Cooper Howard. 

First day on set was odd. No one really talked to you. Not even the director. There was no way you were to know if you were doing the role justice. They had you in a wedding dress with white face paint. It was embarrassing. You stand near your trailer, lighting up a cigarette during lunch. Rent was due that night and you had no money to pay it. If this gig didn’t make a lot of money, you’re screwed. With a shaky breath, you look down at the ground. You’re getting cigarette ash all over this dress. Wardrobe is going to kill you. 

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?”

The southern voice takes you out of your thoughts as you look up. You rub your eyes, messing up the makeup you have on. Now your hand is stained white. Great. Cooper walks over to you  before leaning against your trailer. He takes out a cigarette of his own and begins to smoke with you. This is the first person to speak with you and it's the lead of the film. You try to act natural but you’re smitten. There is some charm he holds. Maybe it’s the fact you’re playing weird lovers in the film or the fact you have never been in contact with such a gorgeous man before. This moment right now makes you realize you’ve never had your first kiss. Your life has been acting gig after acting gig. No time for personal relationships.

“Are ya just gon’ stare at me?” He chuckles, voice smooth like whiskey. 

You clear your throat and shake your head.

“Sorry, I’m not used to small talk.” Is all you can truly muster.

He offers you a kind smile. One that feels like sickly sweet honey on a hot day. It makes your stomach flutter with butterflies. He already has you wrapped around his finger. Maybe it’s the southern drawl that burns like a good bourbon. He is one hell of a charmer. 

“Ain’t small talk unless you want it to be.” He takes a long drag from his cigarette, licking his bottom lip.

“You’re killing it by the way. The director is- pardon my language- a dick.” Cooper scoffs, shaking his head. He flicks his cigarette onto the ground and stomps on it which causes you to do it to your own.

You can’t help but chuckle at that. 

“You can say that again.” You turn to face him, leaning against your own trailer.

Maybe this set wouldn’t be as bad as you thought. 

During set, you would crash at Cooper’s apartment. A tiny place near filming. You ended up getting evicted because you couldn’t afford rent. It was only logical you still find somewhere to crash. You’re lucky you became close with Cooper. He’s a gentleman. Made you feel at home. You opened up about your childhood and he opened up about war. War. It was a scary thing. His stories kept you on the edge of your seat. Here you were, thinking you had a tough past. Almost all of Cooper’s friends are dead because of the war. You could only comfort him. 

It’s not like he didn’t have a support system. He had a beautiful fiancé who would stop by sometimes. You couldn’t help but feel a bit of jealousy when she came by. Of course you and Cooper were just friends but no one had shown you kindness the way he had. Maybe you fell for him out of convenience… or the feelings were real; Yet, the way he held her and the way she made him laugh was something you’ll never have with him. 

There were late nights at Cooper’s apartment where he would be on the phone with his fiancé nonstop. But then there were nights just for you. All his attention on you after wrapping. The two of you would share a few drinks and shoot the shit about set. Make fun of the director or one of your costars. There was one night in particular where the both of you got overly excited about drinking.

It was a tough day after set and the two of you were sitting on his couch drinking the stress away. This was after filming an explicit scene with him. The way he was on top of you was burned into your brain. While there was no real sex that had happened, the performance was perfect. Hungry kisses were pressed to your neck and you fake biting his collarbone causing him to hiss in pain… 

While sitting next to him, three rum and Nukas in, you were getting handsy. So was he. He laid a hand on your knee and you have a hand on his chest.

“Never acted out a sex scene before…” You slur, biting your lip.

“It was kind of obvious, darlin’” Cooper takes another sip, causing you to swat at his chest.

“Coop! C’mon. It wasn’t that bad was it?” You whine and lean back against the couch.

“Well… I mean, think of it as if it was real. That should help your performance.”

You look up at Cooper and your cheeks turn red. It took a moment for him to realize what you were getting at. When he did, his own cheeks heated up. 

“You’re not sayin-”

“I am.” You say and he pulls his hand off of your knee. “Never kissed anyone either.”

Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was pent up lust from the set, but he leans in. Against your better judgment, you lean in too. You could taste the rum against his soft lips. Wrapping your arms around him, you don’t question this one bit. Running his tongue over your bottom lip, you invite him inside your mouth. You run your tongue over his, feeling the rough bumps. He bites your tongue softly, sucking on it. It was enough to make you moan. You curl your fingers in his hair, tugging at it. Cooper pushes himself against you where you could feel just how hard you were making him. He bites down on your tongue once more before you realize what is going on. That this wasn’t acting. That you were actually making out with Cooper Howard. The taken actor. One who’s fiancé, Barb, considered you family.

You pull away and only a trail of spit was what was connecting you. You were going to apologize but he got up, leaving the room. No words were shared for the rest of the night. You feel guilty. But you were too damn drunk for this. So was he.

After filming wrapped, you were thrust into the world of press. The both of you seemed to forget about the kiss. The one you shared with him while drunk. Thank god for that. The press tour with Cooper was something else. The director wanted you two to lean into a facade. He wanted the both of you to act like lovers. This was to sell the film, lean into that romance your two characters had. You couldn’t flirt for shit without a script. Cooper, however, was a complete natural.

You followed Cooper’s lead. You know it was all an act but you were falling for him. Hard. He was the first man to ever give you the time of day. You knew it was fake flirting but every blush that he caused was real. The film ended up being big enough to push both Cooper and you into the spotlight. Now you’re landing gigs like crazy as well as him.

One night you called his hotel room, drunk. You had gone to his bar after a press interview with your other cast mates. Cooper stayed in. At a payphone, you rang him. It was right after a man tried to hit on you and take you to his place. It was less romantic and more forceful. He was a balding older man who seemed to hug his cup of on tap beer. Ultimately, you punched the man in the face. He tried to grope you. You had the right to fight back. Maybe you had a tough relationship with alcohol. You’ll address that later in life. But while at that payphone, you whined and cried to Cooper. This night you barely remember other than the fact that he came and got you. He went out of his way to help you. 

You both play lovers again in another western B-film. This one didn’t have the same success as the prior film but it was still another film you did with Cooper. You loved working with him. It was always such a delight. But mid-this film, he got married. That ruined the tabloid rumors of the both of you together that were thrusting you into stardom with him. Hollywood loved rumors. You weren’t even invited to the damn wedding. That had put a rift between the both of you. He never told you why you weren’t invited. He was supposed to be your closest friend. After getting married, things changed. He didn’t act as friendly towards you. Actually, he ignored you. Barb started showing up to set more and more. You did not know at the time it would be the last time you’d be acting with him.

After that film, you two were no longer casted together. He did a lot more solo cowboy films while you still got put into that innocent lover girl stereotype. But Hollywood really started to make you jaded. Any man who approached you only wanted sex. No one liked you for you. Your personal life was shit. You had no one. But Cooper? He seemed to have it all. A wife, a kid on the way, and a successful career.You only had a career. You yearned for love. 

About three years later, you worked on a western film; one with no relation to Cooper. You were the star. Maybe people started to realize that you weren’t as innocent as films made you seem. You played a jaded mayor who took matters into her own hands when the town,  mainly men, started to turn on your character. The director and writer were women which made the set far more comfortable than anything you have ever experienced. 

Once that film wrapped, you were invited to an after party at the director’s home. Not just for your film but the other films that were filming in the lot. It was about time you had fun. For years you were on your own. No parties, just work. When you got there, the place was packed. It felt odd being dressed in a skin tight black dress, you were getting glares from older men and women. You shared hugs with a few cast and crew members before heading for the open bar. You get a vodka cranberry and find a secluded place away from most people. When you thought you were alone, you heard a familiar voice arguing.

“Did you have to invite all your coworkers?” 

Cooper. His voice is as sweet as the first day you met him. You’d recognize it anywhere.

“If we want to settle that commercial deal, you might as well get friendly with them.” 

His wife.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. Maybe she was nice. But it was almost like she knew you liked her husband. The awkward tension soured any companionship that could have happened. But that was for the best when you think about it in hindsight. You were under the influence at the moment, not exactly in the best state to talk to your ex-costar. Besides, his wife was a higher up at Vault-Tec, something a lot of actors and actresses seem to hate. There was a lot of drama going on with that. You better ignore those two like the plague, for your own sanity.

Looking from your hidden spot, you see his wife had walked away from him. She probably went to grab a drink. It made sense. He stood with a cigarette in between his fingers, still as pretty as the last time you saw him. Cooper’s eyes catch yours and you duck back to your secluded spot. You curse to yourself as you hear his footsteps come towards you.

“Ain’t no way that’s Y/N.” His southern accent is strong, causing you to swoon.

You step out of your hiding spot and sigh, offering him a friendly smile. He hugs you, acting like nothing happened. Like it hadn’t been years since you last saw him. He had a charming smile on his lips.

“Oh hey.” You shrug.

“Seen your latest picture, you killed it.” 

“Thanks.”

You didn’t know what else to say to him.

“How have you been?” He asks. It was a question you’ve been dreading.

“Fine.” You shake your head.

“Fine?”

“Mhm.”

You down the rest of your drink, needing the liquid courage. You didn’t need to hear about how great his life was. How he had a beautiful wife and a child. Cooper seemed to take the hint, getting agitated himself.

“I can tell when I’m not wanted, darlin’.” He teases you. That nickname makes you want to vomit.

“You’re not wanted?” You scoff. You were being a bit of a dick but you’ll blame your actions on the alcohol. “Says the man who decided he couldn’t be my friend after getting married.”

“You think that was my choice?”

That shut you up. You look at him, confused. Then he continues, “She knew, you know.”

The kiss. He had to be talking about the kiss. It’s the only thing she could have known.

“How?”

“I told her.” He admitted, shrugging. “How could I not? She’s my partner.”

“Wow, what a gentleman.” 

He shakes his head, sighing. “If you were in a relationship, you’d do the same. Like, if a guy came and kissed you, you’d tell your partner.”

“I didn’t kiss you.” You defend.

“But you kissed back. You could have stopped me.” Cooper shrugs.

You’re about to explode at him until Barb comes up to the two of you with drinks in her hands. She offers you a fake smile, passing a drink to him and wrapping her arm around his arm. 

“Y/N! I haven’t seen you in ages! How are you?” She asks. You must keep things civil.

“Hi. I’ve been just fine, so busy.” You laugh awkwardly. 

“I didn’t know you’d be here. Cooper and I actually have people to talk to but it’s been great seeing you.”

Just like that, she tears him away.

Good riddance.

You spend the rest of the night drinking. People try to talk with you and it's just useless networking. Networking is great until you have to do that for hours on end. You watch Cooper and Barb, seeing them exchange kisses. The living room becomes an impromptu dance floor for couples. He tries to get her to dance with him but it's fruitless. They leave the living room to go somewhere. You hope they leave for a moment until you look at the time.

You’re about to leave when a handsome man approaches you. Hollywood’s newest playboy. Tall, brown slickback hair just like James Dean, and a killer smile. He wears a designer suit, sliding up next to you.

“You come here all alone, pretty thing?” He asks. 

Fuck it. You take his bait.

“Yes. It's been such a bore here all alone.” You pout, jutting your bottom lip out slightly. 

He wraps an arm around your waist, smirking. “Share a dance with me. Promise I don’t bite, baby girl.” 

You sway with him, hips pressed against his. His hands rest on your hips. You are far too drunk for this. All you can think about is Cooper. It’s wrong to think of Cooper when with another man. But when this man’s hand snakes up to cup your cheek and your lips connect, you think of your first kiss. The one you shared with Cooper. This doesn’t help one bit. But now you’re on the dancefloor, kissing this man as if he’s your reason for living. You moan against his lips, whining when he bites your bottom lip. He takes this as an invitation to squeeze your ass with his other hand. You open your eyes, making eye contact with Cooper. No Barb by him. Just him on his own. 

Maybe it was evil to do this, you keep your eyes in focus with Cooper’s as you kiss this stranger. He looks angry. Why should he be angry? In his words, he’s a married man. You close your eyes again, letting your tongue slip into this stranger’s. Staying like this, you’re content. That is until someone pulls the man away from you. You open your eyes and see an angry Cooper standing in front of you. Whining, you cross your arms.

“Hey, listen, I have dibs.” The man says, rolling his eyes.

Cooper looks at you with a certain flame in his eyes you can’t place.

“Aren’t you gonna say anything?” He scoffs.

All he can do is drop mister heartthrob on the ground, grabbing your hand. “We are leaving.”

Before you can protest, Cooper has dragged you outside. It’s only the two of you. 

“Why would you do that?” You whine, leaning against the nearest wall. Your head was pounding.

“I can’t watch you whore yourself out for some low-life’s attention. You’re better than that.” “Whore myself out? What the fuck is your problem, Howard? Don’t you have a wife to get back to?”

“She left.” 

Before you can get any other word out, he hungrily presses a kiss against your lips. He tastes like cigarettes and expensive liquor. You don’t protest. His hands grip at your hair, tugging the strands harshly. He pulls your head back so his lips can attach to your neck. 

You can’t deny the feelings you still hold for him. He’s the reason you haven’t been with anyone else since. The reason you’re in your late 20s and still a virgin. He bites down softly on your neck just to cause a reaction. You moan, tugging at his hair. Cooper finally pulls away, smirking. You look at him, face red. It’s easy to tell that the both of you are under the influence. 

“How many men do you fuck when you go to parties?” He asks, moving a hand down to cradle the small of your back.

“None.”

That causes him to snap out of whatever haze he was under.

“None? Nice lie, darlin’.”

Would it be embarrassing to tell him you’re still a virgin? 

“Not a lie, Coop.”

You look at him, eyes innocent in this moment. You’ve been waiting for him, as embarrassing as it may seem. Cooper looks you up and down, a sickly sweet smirk plastered on his face. Maybe his wife doesn’t touch him anymore. That’s the only logical thought on why he’d be acting like this. But nothing is ever logical with Cooper Howard. 

“You’re hopeless.” He chuckles to himself before letting you go. Next thing you know, he’s turning to walk away.

You rest against the wall, not wanting this moment to end. You grab his wrist, pouting.

“Don’t leave me this time.” You beg.

“I gotta get home…”

“Fuck home.” You’re feeling gutsy.

“No. I have to go. If I stay, who knows what I’ll do, doll.” Cooper shakes his head, pulling away from your grip. He walks off to the end of the driveway, signaling a cab. 

Just like that, he’s gone.

A week later and Cooper’s face is already plastered on billboards for Vault-Tec. He’s in a stupid blue and yellow suit. His signature colors. It didn’t matter where you went, Cooper was there. It’s a sick reminder of what you’ve been through. As more time passed, the more jaded you became. You lived in a shitty studio apartment in the hills. At night you’d drink away your sorrows. You had enough money to buy your own place but a big mansion would feel like you were overcompensating for something.

Roles started to stop coming in. No one wanted to hire you. You were this close to going back to ads. No offense to ads but you were over that. You were nearing your thirties. One evening your agent called, you thought he was going to drop you right then and there. Instead, he wanted to introduce you to someone. Being single this long and being in the spotlight makes rumors spread. A single woman? Label her a communist. That’s what started to happen. 

You meet this man your agent wants you to meet. Low and behold, it’s mister James Dean look-alike. His eyes light up, pressing a kiss to your hand when you meet again. Just like that, you were dating him and getting roles. You played his lover in a film about greasers. You were the innocent good girl next door. Tabloids ate that up. You moved in with him in his mansion. A big beautiful place with a hot tub and inground pool. You were arm candy for him. For you, it was almost like you had never aged. The only thing about you that made it noticeable that time passed was that you became more and more jaded.

One night you have to head to your boyfriend’s premiere for a western he was in. You wear a long red dress that hugs your curves and shows off your breasts. From all directions paparazzi called for the both of you. Now your boyfriend never told you what this film was about but you damn near had a heart attack when you saw Cooper Howard on the carpet with his wife in his arms. He was wearing a black velvet suit with his hair slicked back. Just the sight of him made you nearly choke on air. When he catches a glimpse of you, he bites his bottom lip; however, he notices the man who is holding your waist. That smirk of his falls. Who is he one to judge? 

You find a spot in the theater and sit down. Looking around, you see Cooper with his wife. They’re overly flirty together tonight. Something you have never seen throughout your whole time knowing him. Once the lights dim in the theater, you lean over to your boyfriend and whisper something about going to the bathroom. You make it out of the theater and you never realized how jealous you were. Your relationship now? All forced. You didn’t even like the guy. Hell, he kisses like a fish out of water. 

Going to the family bathroom, you nearly kick the trash can in anger. In this moment you are hit by how fake your life is. How much shit you’ve been through and how love is not real. Well not real for you. You grab the sink and look at yourself in the mirror. You’re wearing more makeup than normal. It’s like you put makeup on a goddamn pig. Right now you have to play the role of a loving and loyal girlfriend. But is that you? Do you love him? 

Before you could continue questioning everything, the bathroom door opens. You must have not locked it.

“My bad I-” 

That fucking voice. Just hearing it right now is like the universe is taunting you.

“Darlin’.” 

“Cooper.”

You face him, a frown on your face. He doesn’t look any better. It’s like he’s seen a ghost. He comes into the bathroom, locking the door. Why would he do that? 

“Haven’t seen you in months… glad to see you’re doing well. I’m sorry about that party. What I did was wrong.” He begins to apologize. “If I knew you two were-”

“We weren’t.” You cut him off. “I should be going.”

You’re about to push past him and out of the bathroom until he grabs your wrist.

“Listen, I miss you. You were my best friend for a while an’ I just threw ya out like an old toy.”

You don’t answer.

“You look so pretty tonight. That dress… you look so good, sweetheart.”

“Don’t.”

“I-”

“I don’t get you, Cooper Howard. I don’t understand how you work the way you do. You’ll kiss me and then act like nothing ever happened. You make me feel insane! What is it with you? Do you do this with any woman you act with? If you do, I feel horrible for your wife.”

His soft expression sours. You know what’s to come next.

“You are not one to talk.” He starts, “You know it’s crazy, I used to like you.”

That makes you laugh. Of course he did. “Oh sure you did.” You roll your eyes.

“I did!” He defends.

A part of you wants to believe him but he has been nothing but in love with his wife since day one. What makes him think now it is okay to say this? Is it because you’re with a guy? That you’re not single? At this moment, the tension in the room is too tough. You couldn’t even cut it with a knife. For once, you kiss him. You’re the one pressing your lips against his. Both of you are sober at this moment. Kissing him sober is so much better than before. Your cherry red lipstick is smearing across his lips. Neither of you seem to care. He has you pushed up against the sink, you can feel his arousal in his pants. You push your hips into his, moaning as he bites down on your lip. This time feels different than any time before. It’s like you know you’re going to cross a line. He lifts up your dress, pressing a finger against your soaked panties. He nearly growls at the feeling. 

“Can I?” He asks and you nod.

He instantly drops to his knees leaving you confused. In one swift motion, he pulls down your panties. Before you can look down, his tongue runs over your clit. You twirl your fingers in his hair, tugging at it softly. All the times you’ve almost had him have led up to this moment. Softly, he sucks on your clit. You’re about to moan his name but something else takes your attention. He’s shoving two fingers into you. 

“Coop!” You hiss, grinding your cunt against his face. 

He chuckles, swirling his tongue over your clit. You swear you’ve died and gone to heaven. No one has ever made you feel this good. There’s a fire in your core. He curls his fingers and starts to rock them in and out of you. This just started but you swear you’re going to cum soon. He nips at your clit, playing with it between his teeth.

“Close. Fuck, I’m close.” You moan out.

Without warning, he pulls his fingers out of you. Pressing a kiss to your thigh, he looks up at you. Without his fingers inside of you, you whine. Looking down at him, you meet his eyes.

“You’re going to cum on my cock, got it?” 

He stands up, struggling with his belt. You try to help him take it off but he swats your hands away. Once the belt is off, he pulls his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. He’s big. You don’t know how he’s going to fit inside of you. It’s possible but it looks like he could split you in two. Who knew he was packing this whole time?

Cooper lifts you up onto the sink so you’re on display. He pulls your dress up around your waist before coating himself with your arousal. 

“Beg for it.” He demands, “How badly do you want me?”

You’ve never begged before. But fuck it. “Badly.”

“How badly, darlin’? Use your words.” 

He’s constantly rubbing himself up and down your slit. Everytime he brushes against your clit you lose it, a tiny moan slipping past your lips.

“I want you to fuck me, Cooper. Like all those times you’ve kissed me. I need you. I ache for you.” You whine.

He accepts that, slowly pushing into you. It hurts. It’s bigger than any toy you’ve used on yourself. You wrap your arms loosely around his neck, whimpering. Cooper doesn’t seem to pick up on the discomfort because he’s already starting to thrust in and out of you. He rests his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes and he fucks you. His jaw is hanging slightly as it seems he’s thinking with his cock rather than his head. Every time he hits a certain spot inside of you, you moan louder. 

“You’re tight, sweetheart. Bet your boyfriend doesn’t fuck you like this.” Cooper grunts, pressing a messy kiss to your lips. 

“Bet he doesn’t know how to make you cum.” He taunts.

You’re already starting to moan again, head tilting back. Maybe once this is over you can tell him that he’s your first. That you’ve been waiting for this day. To avoid saying anything stupid, you press a desperate kiss to his lips. It’s mainly to shut the both of you up. You’d never let your boyfriend touch you like this. He’s not Cooper. He’ll never be him. You feel nothing but bliss right now as Cooper fucks you. His thrusts are getting faster, messier. Pulling away from the kiss, he rests his forehead back on yours. Using a free hand, he starts to play with your clit. You feel like you’re on fire.

“Gonna cum. Fuck, Coop.” You moan.

This seems to encourage him, he’s getting sloppier. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Make a mess all over my cock.” He nearly growls.

You feel a knot explode in your lower stomach as you hit your climax. You’re digging your nails into his suit as you scream his name. Anyone outside the bathroom could hear the both of you. This was a risky game the two of you were playing. You clench down on him as you orgasm. His cock twitches inside of you as he quickly pulls out. You’re trying to catch your breath and he’s jerking his cock off. It’s aimed right at your clit. 

“Gonna cum all over your pretty pussy. Fuck.” He grunts, rambling to himself. 

His head falls back as he cums. It’s a lot. Some of it lands on the sink, your pussy, and your dress. You’re covered in his cum. Still trying to catch your breath, you look at Cooper. His hair is no longer slicked back, it’s falling into his face. Not just that but he’s drenched in sweat. He’s made a mess of himself. Made a mess of you. 

While the both of you catch your breath, you feel the urge to blurt something out. 

“I was a virgin.” 

He looks at you, confused and horrified. Confused because he could have sworn you’d have had sex by now and horrified because he took your virginity in the bathroom of a theater. Quickly, he pulls back up his pants. 

“I’m sorry.” Is all he can muster. He’s ashamed that your first time was here. That it wasn’t special. To him, you deserve nothing but the best in life. That’s why he was always scared to hurt you. 

His reaction is making you feel sick. This isn’t how it should be. It should be a cute moment shared between the both of you. You’re about to open your mouth but he quickly leaves the bathroom. Now you’re feeling ashamed. 

You take a few minutes before getting up. You wipe whatever bit of his cum off of you that you can. Next thing you do is leave the bathroom and go back to the theater. Sitting next to your boyfriend, the only thing on your head is that you smell like sex. 

You smell like Cooper Howard.

tag list: @djarinsgirl27 , @cupid-club

part two coming soon

[httpearlmoon]

THEY WILL DELIVER A FILM WITH THESE IMAGES

ITS CUTEEEEEEE

G/T Y RUINENE: YO FELIZ(nene le esta comiendo con la mirada a rui no me jodan, sino re mal hecho)

[miskhalie]

Una tarde tranquila - Enzo Vogrincic x Reader

Pairing: Enzo Vogrincic Advertencias: ¿insinuaciones? Solo fluff

Era un miércoles por la tarde. El sol brillaba aun a estas horas de la tarde, era verano y los días se habían alargado por lo que el sol no llegaba a irse del todo. Además hacia un calor que calentaba las zonas áridas, por lo que tu novio, Enzo, y tú habías decidido quedar en el parque, donde regaban el césped y había una fuente donde los niños se bañaban.

Os sentasteis sobre el césped aún seco y empezasteis a hablar sobre la nueva película que había empezado a rodar. Un drama sobre un avión siniestrado en los Andes. Su personaje se moría por lo que no podías dejar de burlarte, pensando que solo sería otro cameo de los suyos. Otro extra que moría de fondo, pensabas. Pero esta vez te equivocabas. De hecho te lo explicaba mientras tu desplegabas la manta para sentaros.

Este tiene mucho recorrido, seguramente hasta el final de la película. - sonrió altivo.

Quizás no te echan porque les da pena decírtelo. - una vez estirada os sentabais sobre ella y sacabais lo que habías traído para merendar, organizando un pequeño picnic.

Muy graciosa - dijo riendo sarcásticamente.

Decidiste hacer fresas con chocolate para que cubrir los antojos de tu novio desnutrido. No podía comerlo, pero no tenían porque saberlo, además, Enzo nunca te decía que no, ya que te veía preocupada. él había traído coco cortado y frutos secos. Pero, a última hora, compró dulces porque sabía que te encantaban las gominolas. Tú también decidiste traer algo más cuando lo viste en la panadería, unas galletas caseras con frutos secos.

Enzo cogió una galleta y se la llevó a la boca. Su flequillo le cubrió la frente y tú se lo colocaste detrás de su oreja.

Estas precioso hoy, espero que no te hayan agobiado mucho las mujeres por el camino. - cogiste una fresa y la rodeaste con tus labios. Enzo cogió aire al verlo. El jugo te caía por los labios y el chocolate cubría tu boca como un delicioso pintalabios. Era un hombre después de todo, no podía resistirse a tus encantos.

Te besó suavemente, saboreando el gusto de tu boca. Fresa, chocolate y tú. No era mala combinación.

Y algunos hombres. - admitió avergonzado. Aún no había triunfado con su film y ya se echaban sobre él. Tú reíste, apoyándote en tus codos para tumbarte al igual que hacía él.

Aunque no daba mucho el sol donde os habíais tumbado, se te podía ver el pecho saliendo de las copas de tu sostén por debajo de la blusa blanca transparentosa. Traviesa, habías decidido llevar un sostén rosa pastel para que Enzo se muriera al verte. Pero esta vez, aun que lo había notado, te miraba melancólico a los ojos y besaba tus labios sin una pizca de lujuria, sino que con cariño. No era inusual, ya que la debilidad de su cuerpo en ayuno lo ponía más cursi de lo normal. Así que lo disfrutabas en silencio, como si fuera un cervatillo y en cualquier momento pudiera asustarse.

Te quiero - simplemente dijiste.

Yo también te amo. - dijo él con los ojos cerrados a la vez que acariciabas su mejilla.

Ayer te había mandado un mensaje de lo mucho que te quería y de lo importante que eras en su vida. Le había parecido necesario debido a que una de las escenas de la película lo había puesto sensible. La escena donde Liliana Methol moría.

Y justo cuando os ibais a dar un beso, se conectaron los aspersores y os mojaron enteros. Por suerte, tu falda vaquera no dejo ver nada, pensaste mirándola. Levantaste la cabeza y viste a tu novio mojado, con sus músculos rígidos bajo su remera blanca y su pelo semi-largo mojado sobre su frente. Tragaste saliva. Tu tampoco eras inmune a la belleza de ese hombre.

Te dieron ganas de llevártelo a casa y hacerle suplicar por ti. Pero te acordaste de que hoy era un día tranquilo para él.

¿Podemos ir a casa? - se mordió el labio. Quizás al final no estaba tan tranquilo.

[silviakundera]

with the conclusion of Snowfall...

why do i enjoy Republican Era chinese dramas so much?

aesthetics! there is this blend of 1920-30s western fashion influences and traditional chinese garb & architecture that just pleases my eyes.

everyone looks very depressed & dangerous & sexy

chaotic period of transition - no matter if you're in the 1910's, 20's, 30's some absolutely wild historical shit was going down

cars and guns and gloves and swords. rotary phones!

dancing & drinking in night clubs, in glamorous pockets amid the violence & instability outside; a lil touch of mask of the red death vibes

end of empire themes, as a country tries to find its way after the end of the last imperial dynasty

there's those gangster, mob boss vibes from american and british dramas set in the 1920s, except everything is cranked up x100 because of general lawlessness; central government and law & order was a paper thin veneer over warlords

the start of WW2 from an entirely different perspective than the common narratives that I was exposed to growing up in the US (which is 99% stories about the european stage)

sino-japanese war / war of resistance material like Hidden Blade is fucking badass ok 🤷

in a time of resistance to occupation, colonizers encroaching, warlords fighting over cities, brewing civil war.... there are many different options of protagonists and unlikely "heroes" who are picking their battles and discovering what they are willing to fight for

Beautiful 👏 women 👏 in heels 👏and 👏 slinky 👏dresses 👏

Lots of revenge narratives. I love an over-the-top, bloodthirsty & destructive revenge narrative

Depending on the genre, there might be little or heavy politcal /patriotic discourse. But tbh none of the rah rah patriotism stuff distracts me much, because all the american and british produced stuff set around WW2 has rah rah patriotism & propaganda in it, so I just consider that part of the essential genre vibes. It's just another country's version. (Of course, others will have less patience when it becomes heavy-handed. YMMV.)

Dark & Gritty

Hidden Blade (film) - a masterpiece, if you enjoy dark WW2 spy films that play with narrative style and challenge the viewer to follow the story as it's woven. Had to review detailed historical context for the years in question, to be ready to consume. But worth it. I've watched it 3 times. 💀

Heroes (2024) - the very beginning era of this genre/the transition into repulican period. rocks fall, everyone dies. Primarily a tragic wuxia & pre-republican fusion. Excellent enough that I didn't mind the bleak storyline. 💀

Detective-ing

Miss S - adaption of 1920s Australian mystery procedural Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, staring Vengo! ML actor of Snowfall

Checkmate - Agatha Christie stories adapted to the setting & time period, plus bromance. I watched half the episodes w my brother, as we are both huge agatha christie fans. It was fun if you can be chill about adaption changes.

My Roommate is A Detective - for mystery & bromance lovers. Same actor duo as Checkmate.

Detective L - don't know much about this one tbh

Romance arc, with a somewhat happy ending for the 2 leads

Provoke - Gorgeous, glamorous, vibes vibes vibes all day long. Revenge and romance. ❤

Fall in Love - sons & daughters of warlords and their supporters get sexy and dangerous and decide even joining the civil war is better than the prior generation's bullshit. This is an objectively bad drama that I really enjoyed anyway (it helps that I skipped every scene for the 2nd and 3rd couples). This one turns v propaganda heavy at the end, if that bothers you. ❤

Arsenal Military Academy - military training hijinks w a side of cross dressing romance. Xu Kai and Bai Lu! It's soliders and japanese invasion et al, so be prepared for the standard patriotism. Comedy & drama. HE for the FL/ML but expect character death in this subject matter. ❤

Rookie Agent Rogue - Late 1930s spy drama with small romance side-plot. Expect the standard wartime patriotism, like with Arsenal Military Academy. The draw is the lead actress, the FL from Princess Agents, Minglan, Legend of Shen Li. HE for the FL/ML but expect character death in this subject matter. ❤

City of Streamer - Older woman seduces younger man who is the son of her revenge target. Melodrama with people serving looks. ❤

War of Faith* - Young man just wants to join the banking industry and have a subtextually gay relationship with his mentor in peace, but there's a civil war going on. Protagonist would like to be excluded from this political narrative, but ultimately is forced to pick a side. ❤🌈 *(Is it censored gay romance? No, not based on a gay novel. So not officially! But some viewers felt there was a subtextual romance storyline #shenlai ; YMMV. The happy ending is Untamed-esque; implied only)

many, many pulpy mini-dramas about revenge! warlords! ladies with pistols! (Miss Mystery, First Marriage, Maid's Revenge, etc)

Also... (happy ending not guaranteed)

Siege in Fog

Love in Flames of War

Couple of Mirrors - censored F/F 🌈

Stand by Me - censored m/m 🌈

Killer and Healer - censored m/m 🌈

Winter Begonia - censored m/m 🌈

[tomhardymyking]

Of course, it couldn't miss a special set of photos taken from the trailer, how gorgeous he is 🥰💘😍🔥

And not only we got today the first look at 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, but we also have the first poster for the film, which I think is beautiful, but I'm afraid of the sentence 💖🥺

Long live 𝗧𝗼𝗺, 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺, 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸, 𝗦𝘆𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸, 𝗩𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 and 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 👏🏻🥳❤️

P.S. : in the photos from Las Vegas 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 (𝗧𝗼𝗺) looks like 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗱 🤭 And, that rainbow flag 😮?

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Por supuesto, no podía faltar un especial de fotos sacadas del tráiler, qué guapísimo está 🥰💘😍🔥

Y no solo hemos obtenido hoy el primer vistazo a 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑬𝒍 𝑼𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆, sino que también tenemos el primer póster de la película, el cual me parece precioso, pero me da miedo la frase 💖🥺

Viva 𝗧𝗼𝗺, 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺, 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸, 𝗦𝘆𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸, 𝗩𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 y 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 👏🏻🥳❤️

P.D. : en las fotos de Las Vegas 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 (𝗧𝗼𝗺) parece 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗱 🤭 Y, ¿esa bandera arcoiris 😮?

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[accio-victuuri]

wang yibo - one and only movie wins BRICS award

On the evening of the 23rd local time, the 2024 BRICS Film Festival concluded in Moscow, the capital of Russia, and China’s “One and Only” won the Special Jury Award.

According to reports, the BRICS Film Festival attracted dozens of films from Russia, China, Brazil, India, South Africa, Egypt and other countries to participate in the competition and exhibition. China selected the film "One and Only" to participate.

After the review, the Chinese film "One and Only" won the Special Jury Award. The head of the Chinese delegation and chairman of Changying Group solemnly accepted the award on behalf of the crew and delivered an acceptance speech, saying that they will continue to strengthen Sino-Russian film cooperation and exchanges and recommend more outstanding Chinese films to participate in the BRICS Film Festival.

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group F, Round 3, Poll 4:

Propaganda under the cut

Tsurumi Tokushirou

in two words: "it's love". I was already insane about this guy but this line. just wow. the context is a flashback in which Tsurumi has been away fighting in the Sino-Japanese war and is now telling his dojo master that even trained soldiers are typically reluctant to kill another person and many will only pretend to fire their weapons. he spent a long time considering how you convince them to overcome that before figuring it out. "the motivating force that can bring out the aggressiveness in your soldiers... it isn't hatred of the enemy troops, nor is it fear... it isn't even a difference in political ideals. [what is it then?] it's love". this man is *surrounded* by soldiers who will do anything for him and you slowly see through multiple flashbacks just how much he has been pulling strings for *years* to make them love him. this particular flashback involves two fourteen year olds fighting over his attention until one of them kills the other and tsurumi helps cover up the murder and tells the murderer how *of course you have always been my favourite*. that kid goes on to work under him and when tsurumi draws on his face as a punishment he gets the drawings tattooed on so they stay forever. in another case he orchestrates the kidnapping of a different 14yo son of a navy commander by "Russians" (his loyal subordinates) and then pulls off a dashing rescue, earning the livelong military support of the dad and a major crush from the son. this kid chooses to go to army route rather than follow his dad into the navy, specifically because of tsurumi who he also ends up working for. he can't speak comprehensibly to tsurumi and edits himself into photos of him. case 3: while a soldier is away at war he crush appears to commit suicide by drowning in the sea. upon finding out that his dad told her he wasn't coming back, he beats him to death and ends up on death row. I forget exactly what info is revealed when but a) the woman is alive and tsurumi helped her move to Tokyo and get married, b) tsurumi planted fake bones under tsukishima's father's house to frame him for her murder, c) this then allowed tsukishima to be freed from jail, as long as he agreed to work for tsurumi as a Russian translator (he doesn't speak Russian at the time), d) tsukishima doesn't know all of this initially but tsurumi sets things up so he overhears a convo that reveals some of it so that he can know exactly what lengths tsurumi went to and feel even more in his debt, e) tsukishima later realises that conversation was set up and its purpose but *even with that knowledge* and being probably the character most aware of Tsurumi's manipulations, the pull is too strong and he will follow him to the ends of the earth. literally his only goal in life now is to have front row seats to the Tsurumi Theatre, which btw involves chasing convicts around to obtain their skins, wiping out entire prison populations and invading parts of Russia. he sometimes blames his erratic actions on the brain damage caused by a mortar shell to the forehead but he was doing all the same things before that, just more quietly. he knows *exactly* what he's doing and has everything planned out in detail

that post by @temp-propaganda because no way I can fit that all in propaganda section

Goncharov

He spends the entire film lying to and manipulating as many people as possible to achieve his ultimate goal (Katya is an obvious example; her having enough of that is a driving force behind their breaking relationship), and also including himself (insisting that he doesn't like Andrey when they're basically about to kiss anytime they're on screen). Also Gaslight Gatekeep Goncharov amiright

[ladysakurascout]

My mind just won’t stop and wait for the canon information so thought I’d share what I’ve gathered! °₊·ˈ∗♡( ˃̶᷇ ‧̫ ˂̶᷆ )♡∗ˈ‧₊°

I’m really curious as to what Cooper Howard’s age was when the bombs dropped. I’ve seen break downs of the potential age for Lucy but haven’t stumbled across an analysis for Cooper 🤔 (mainly due to there being more dates to help conclude Lucy’s age range- which by using information stated in interviews and from the show should put her right at 25-26 years old)

(It also seems like Maximus’s age could be between 25-30 years old!)

Majority of what I’ve seen has been assumptions that Cooper’s age correlates with Walton Goggins’ age- which is 52. Personally speaking I instinctively feel like that is a tad older than the character could be, but this is just my interpretation going off little.

So here are my mental notes:

Janey seems to be within the 6-8 year range which reinforces to me that he could ideally be in his late 30’s-mid or late 40’s when the bombs dropped. While it’s completely plausible she was born when Barb and Cooper were already in their 40’s (with the assumption they are close in age), I still would like to think that’s later than normal in their universe. I’m specifically highlighting a range in the 40’s first because it would only make sense for Cooper Howard to be in his 50’s when the bombs dropped, with let’s say an 8 year old daughter, if she was born when he was in his early 40’s.

It seems more likely they had Janey during the 30’s year range, resulting in Cooper Howard potentially being in his 40’s when the bomb actually dropped.

Now, in Ep. 6 “The Trap” we see a scene where Barbra refers to her time at home while Cooper was off fighting in the American-Sino war (specifically in 2067 near the start of that war, 10 years before The Great War happens)

The dates obviously show that Cooper went to war before Janey was involved in their lives but also to add- I strongly believe Barb would have additionally pointed out in that scene how she took care of herself while pregnant or took care of Janey while he was away. Given that she didn’t, further evidence they conceived her after he returned from war (which would also go with baby boomer type logic).

This puts Janey’s birth year from 2069-2071, depending on her age, between the 6-8 year range. I’m betting she is 7 years old at the start of the Great War, and was born in 2070. (I went in a deep dive a couple of weeks ago and somehow found information that stated Teagan Meredith, Janey’s actress, was 7 years old at time of filming. However, I can’t find it again? Her actress is now 9 years old)

Now- if you check out the Fallout Wiki on Cooper Howard, you’ll see this: “In an interview with Collider, Goggins described the Ghoul in terms of "the person that he is 250 years later," giving a rough timeframe and bare minimum of his age range.[12]” This could have been a general ballpark from Collider, so it’s not quite proof of anything but I’m still going to use that information and try to determine around it!!

The fallout show takes place in 2297, 219 years after 2077, when the bombs dropped. If you subtract 250 years from 2297, that leaves Cooper with an absolute minimum age of 32!

Now if he was 32, that’d mean he fought in the war in this early 20’s and had Janey by 24 years old. That idea could be realistic for some people, but to me personally, that just seems off and too young. Cooper and Barb appear physically middle-aged, and it notes that in the Wiki, which one is typically not considered “middle-aged” until their 40’s.

Also to note- looking at the posters made for Cooper Howard’s movies he seems to look between the ages of 30-40! Also many men typically start showing signs of gray hair in their mid 30’s, which goes along nicely to me that Cooper Howard has just a little gray coming in on his side burns!

Putting my estimate that he was around 38-43 years old when the bombs dropped!!!

Anyway, I have some more minuscule details but my brain is starting to hurt, forget, and this is getting quite disorganized and long….

Comment a specific age if you have one or more details to share 🤩

[telomeke]

The Red Peafowl trailer is out! 👀

Some reactions–

Heavily Sino-Thai, emphasis on the Sino part. Some shots of Shanghai and street scenes that look like they might have been filmed in China/Hong Kong.

Hong Kong Que is not actually a reference to Hong Kong (unless there's more they've not shown) – it's the hanyu pinyin transcription of Red Peafowl in Mandarin, where hong (红) means red and kongque (孔雀) means peacock or peafowl. The words for Hong Kong are totally different (香港 or xianggang).

Lu Yi Peng is played by Maiake Kandis, and it seems he's an inspector skilled in martial arts who goes undercover to infiltrate the mafia headed by Red Peafowl, played by Dollar Patchara. And of course the two get romantically and sexually entangled.

Max Nattapol plays Red Peafowl's husky lover/seducer, sounding like he has a case of COVID.

Earth Katsammonat is protagonist Lu Yi Peng's brother, who is kidnapped by a shadowy someone who sounds like (but doesn't look like) Max.

There are hawks and hawkshead rings on shadowy figures in this, looking to take down Red Peafowl's gang.

Frank Thanatsaran looks totally different from how he did while with GMMTV.

Boun Noppanut, Lee Long Shi, and Mek Jirakit are part of Red Peafowl's mafia family. Everything they say and do is performed with theatricality, as though to emphasize the sense of foreboding and import. Lots of arched eyebrows and drawling delivery.

Red Peafowl has a huge back tattoo, and guess what it's of? (Hint: it's a big bird, not white or yellow, and it's not a phoenix or a cockatoo.) Kinnporsche has a lot to answer for.

Hooped earrings on both ears appears to be a popular trend among the Chinese mafia.

The martial arts fight scenes look a little slow and klunky, like they need to be speeded up 10%.

Still no clue as to why there's a (sulphur-crested?) cockatoo in this.

Despite what your eyes tell you, Mix Sahaphap is not in the show:

(above) Dollar Patchara, doing his best impersonation of post-graduation Mix Sahaphap glowering in the torched ruins of his veterinary clinic after rescuing one of the birds within (arson plotted by GMMTV perhaps?)

[jartita-me-teneis]

"Los Olvidados" es considerada la cinta culpable del declive de la época de oro.

Estuvo sólo tres días en cartelera, la prensa y la clase alta estaban vueltas locas, querían quemar a Luis Buñuel y todo lo que oliera a él.

Era 1950 y el cine mexicano estaba en su esplendor , el cineasta español Luis Buñuel ya tenía éxito, pero estaba enamorado de nuestro país, grabada en Nonoalco, en lo que entonces eran los límites norteños de la Ciudad de México. Y tenía un propósito, una visión desgarradora de los niños de la calle en las grandes urbes; Aquellos de los que nadie habla, los que callan, los olvidados.

CINE

El poeta Octavio Paz escribió: “Pero Los Olvidados es algo´más que un filme realista. El sueño, el deseo, el horror, el delirio el azar, la porción nocturna de la vida, también tiene su parte. Y el peso de la realidad que nos muestra es de tal modo atroz, que acaba por parecernos imposible, insoportable. Y así es: la realidad es insoportable; y por eso, porque no la soporta, el hombre mata y muere, ama y crea”.

Su nombre original era "La Manzana Podrida" y en realidad, no tenía ningún nombre de peso, se tenía a Estela Inda, Miguel Inclán y Alfonso Mejía, además de un grupo de niños comandado por Roberto Cobo, un chico que había salido como extra en varias cintas y un día que audicionó para una película de Tin Tan se enteró que Buñuel estaba entrevistando para su nuevo filme, hizo la audición y se quedó con el rol de “El Jaibo”.

DORADO

Sin embargo, desde su inicio, la cinta tenía problemas, dentro y fuera. El productor Oscar Dancingers se opuso a que se incluyeran muchos detalles que resultaban amorales; Jorge Negrete, líder del Sindicato de Actores, quería evitar su grabación e instó a técnicos y camarógrafos a abandonarla; una de las peinadoras renunció por la escena en que la madre de Pedrito, le niega la comida.

Pedro de Urdimalas, escritor de la cinta al lado de Buñuel, pidió que su nombre no apareciera en los créditos y en la primera función privada que se hizo, Lupe Marí, esposa de Diego Rivera, y Bertha, esposa de León Felipe, reclamaron al director que era un miserable y lo que mostraba no era México. David Alfaro Siqueiros por su parte aplaudió el trabajo asegurando que Luis era un genio nacido para el cine.

MX

Los Olvidados era la primera producción sería de Luis Buñuel y quería hacerlo todo al máximo de sus posibilidades, la filmó en 21 días entre el 6 de febrero y el 9 de marzo de 1950, pero aunque la cinta es posiblemente una de las más galardonadas de su cine, él solo recibió dos mil dólares por ella y no pudo participar en las ganancias de la misma.

Ante las críticas, Buñuel respondió durante una entrevista que estaba orgulloso de su filme “La libertad total no existe, yo jamás he sido libre, yo soy libre cuando cierro mis ojos y estoy conmigo mismo sin que sepa que ya estoy viejo; El sistema de inconformidad es esa tendencia a romperse la cabeza por recuperar la propia libertad, lo que es imposible, es por tanto una inconformidad permanente de la realidad exterior”.

En los albores de los 50, el presidente mexicano Miguel Alemán estaba planeando la industrialización en el país, para dejar atrás la agricultura como primera fuente de recursos de los nacionales, pero el cine estaba en su apogeo, por ello las reacciones ante la cinta eran tan violentas.

Se tiene registro de que algunos cines fueron destruidos por los asistentes al estreno en noviembre de ese 1950, los fanáticos salían furiosos, la llamada “Liga de la Decencia” intentó expulsar a Buñuel del país y aunque no lo lograron, el director si dejó el territorio.

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A pesar de los múltiples problemas, Luis Buñuel estrenó su cinta en Europa y la crítica mexicana tuvo que aceptar la gran equivocación cuando el gran jurado del Festival de Cannes le dio el premio como Mejor Director en 1951.

La película tiene una trama dura, y a diferencia, por ejemplo de "Nosotros los pobres" no busca causar lástima sino presentar una realidad diferente a la que se creía que existía en el país.

La historia nos lleva por los barrios más pobres de la Ciudad de México, donde los niños de la calle son una plaga para las altas esferas de la sociedad. Jaibo (Roberto Cobo) es un adolescente que escapa de un correccional para reunirse con Pedro (Alfonso Mejía). En presencia de él, Jaibo mata a Julián, el muchacho que supuestamente le delató. También intenta robar a un ciego (Miguel Inclán) al que finalmente maltrata. Acompañados de Ojitos y Meche (Alma Delia Fuentes), el destino del Jaibo y Pedro están marcados por la muerte."

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Para muchos expertos en cine de la época consideran que la película terminó con idiosincrasia qué se tenia de México en el extranjero, México había pasado de ser la nación rural donde el romanticismo ranchero era el emblema, las comedias rancheras pasaron a ser del pasado, para dar paso al verdadero país que se tenia olvidado, una sociedad muy corrompida.

Sin embargo la nueva forma de hacer cine gracias al ojo del director Buñuel, con el paso de los años se fueron realizando producciones crudas sobre la sociedad mexicana.

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Si bien el termino de la era dorada del cine fueron más factores internos y externos, como la sobre explotación de comedias rancheras, la pobreza de recursos y el que Estados Unidos de alguna manera haya retomado la industria cinematográfica después del conflicto mundial.

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The Story Of Us IV

— Um amor proibido, Jaehyun Jung. Primeiro Ato: Illicit Affairs

notas: o ex misterioso finalmente deu as caras! que esse romance ilícito te encontre bem, apesar de tudo. até o próximo ato.

Quando estamos prestes a cometer algum erro, a nossa consciência grita. Desse modo a voz da sua cabeça berrou, esperneou, fez de tudo para que você parasse de cair no mesmo poço fundo que destroçou o seu coração. Como deseja agora ter escutado sua própria razão.

É esse o problema dos amores proibidos, Dos encontros clandestinos e dos olhares desejosos. Nascem de apenas uma troca de olhar, Mas morrem milhares de vezes.

Depois da partida de Renjun, você precisou de muita ajuda para se reencontrar. Se não fossem pelas várias visitas de Kun, e pelas jornadas mais longas no escritório, você não teria feito o mínimo esforço para ver outras pessoas. 

Começou com a primeira fase, a negação. O tempo livre após o trabalho e os finais de semana eram em casa, por isso seu chefe se despia da postura formal e se transformava no seu vizinho que sempre tinha chocolate, sorvete e pipoca ao bater na sua porta com sugestões de séries que faziam sua mente dar um nó. O suspense tomava sua atenção por horas o suficiente. 

Kun tomou a responsabilidade de te distrair para si, o que nunca foi um peso. Na verdade, ele se sentia à vontade e confortável ao seu lado. Ele foi capaz de te cativar tão rápido que duvidava se ele era real ou uma imaginação, tão bom ele era e continua sendo.

— Você não pensa em ter um hobby? — Ele pergunta ao sentar-se no sofá, apoiando os calcanhares na mesa à frente. Observa enquanto você pondera a sugestão, ele aproveita para tomar um gole da cerveja gelada que havia acabado de buscar na geladeira. 

— Tipo o quê? — Devolve com outra pergunta. 

— Não sei… Antes seu hobby era escrever, mas agora você faz isso o dia todo. — Ele começa o raciocínio. — Tem que ter outra coisa pra distrair a mente. Aula de dança? 

— Hm, parece uma boa. Mas eu vou pensar sobre. — Concluiu apressada, o filme que escolheram esta noite aguçou sua curiosidade. 

Depois do vizinho partir para o apartamento ao lado, você fica assistindo vídeos por bons minutos. Até que um deles chama sua atenção, e você entra no perfil para assistir mais como aquele. É um vídeo simples, onde uma menina mostra algumas câmeras de filme sendo cuidadas, o filme sendo trocado e separado para revelação. Por alguma razão aquilo te prende e te interessa mais do que esperava, por isso acabou conectando os pontos: e se isso for o seu hobby? Fotografia de filme não é fácil, mas nada tão revigorante como aprender algo novo do zero. 

Num rompante de energia, busca o laptop na escrivaninha do quarto e pesquisa se havia lojas de filme pela cidade. Horizon Film. O instagram é bonito, muito bem montado, cheio de informações. Pega o celular novamente para rolar o feed com mais facilidade, se deparando com uma postagem que te tira o fôlego. As fotos eram de uma delicadeza surpreendente, e você não resiste à beleza que te instiga. Encara cada detalhe. 

Repara, após uns instantes, que há uma marcação nas fotos, jaehyunpov. As outras imagens que encontra são tão lindas e inspiradoras quanto. Elas variam em foco, em filme, em cores; capturam o belo do cotidiano, mas também da natureza, de paisagens escondidas, de partes óbvias da cidade que os nossos olhos já tinham se acostumado. Aquele perfil te fez tomar uma decisão: faria uma visita à loja no dia seguinte.

O horário de almoço finalmente chega, e você sai correndo para dar tempo de escolher a primeira câmera com calma. Os passos apressados abrem caminho através das pessoas que andam no contrafluxo, te ajudando a alcançar o destino mais rápido. 

Parando brevemente antes de abrir a porta, um friozinho na barriga gostoso dá as caras. Cheia de coragem você entra, o sino soa para anunciar sua chegada, e um jovem sorri com as covinhas simpáticas atrás do balcão. 

— Bem-vinda! Pode ficar à vontade, qualquer coisa é só chamar. — Ele diz como num piloto automático, mas ainda alegre. 

Você agradece com um aceno de cabeça e repara cada parte do recinto. As paredes verde oliva adornadas com capas de vinis, polaroids e outras séries de fotos em filme oferecem um quê vintage e aconchegante ao espaço; a música baixinha ao fundo acrescenta ao sentimento de nostalgia uma graciosidade única; as câmeras dispostas em prateleiras do chão ao teto te encantam ao ponto de arrancar um sorriso surpreso do seu rosto envergonhado, pois o menino ainda queima suas costas com o olhar fixo na sua figura. 

É bem verdade que está mais perdida do que gostaria, porém ainda não queria admitir. Finge pensar nas suas opções, ficando mais nervosa a cada minuto que passa. Não deu para sentir a presença do outro se aproximando, sendo assim, exclama de susto ao vê-lo bem ao seu lado. Ele solta uma risada culpada, porém divertida, e o som ecoa um pouco. 

— Desculpa, não queria te assustar. — O garoto põe a mão no próprio peito, controlando a risada. — Você quer ajuda?

Resolve parar de mentir, assentindo firmemente. 

— Sim, por favor. — Declara, por fim. Ele aumenta o sorriso ao te ver expor a preocupação de principiante. — Eu decidi ontem começar com tudo isso, — Você gesticula demais. — então eu tô muito confusa. 

— Ah, não fica assim. — Por alguma razão ele parece animado. — Sempre quis ajudar alguém a começar do jeito certo, você vai ser minha cobaia. — Arqueia uma das sobrancelhas, esperando uma resposta. O jeito que ele te olha é um pouco…

— Ótimo! — Você se deixa contagiar pelo entusiasmo nos planos. 

— Perfeito. Pra começar, essa daqui… — Ele avança entre as prateleiras, você apenas o observa procurar o que pensa. — essa! É a melhor! — O garoto volta para o seu lado, ainda com aquele olhar que te constrange, acompanhado da mansidão na voz doce.

Ele descreve algumas especificidades da Yashica Kyocera Ez Mate com uma aura brilhante em volta de si, conhecedor natural de tudo o que aquela pequena máquina seria capaz de fazer, e também justifica porque ela seria a opção mais conveniente para o seu primeiro passo.

— …Enfim, ela é simples, compacta, intuitiva e vai te dar a vibe de filme que você precisa pra se apaixonar por esse meio. — Ele completa, prestando atenção nas suas reações conforme ia falando.

Confessa que se perdeu um pouco entre os fios ondulados caindo sobre os olhos orientais, que te fitam com o que parece uma curiosidade saudosa. Os traços tão bonitos te intimidam por um momento, mas percebe que ele tinha acabado de explicar e aguarda sua resposta com os lábios torcidos numa expressão quase convencida. 

— Eu… é… — Você passa a mão entre os próprios cabelos, colocando-os atrás da orelha após jogá-los para trás. — Vou ficar com essa mesmo, vou confiar na sua sugestão. — Tenta fazer uma piadinha para despistar a sua situação.

No caixa, o garoto embala o pacote com cuidado e destreza, incluindo uma caixa a mais de filme do que havia pedido.

— Ei, acho que você colocou uma caixinha extra…

— É um presente de boa sorte. — Ele levanta o olhar e te dá uma piscadela, ocasionando o retorno do rubor às suas bochechas. 

Nunca antes na vida murmurou um obrigada tão tímido. Piorou quando, ao pegar a sacola das mãos do menino, reparou que nem tinha perguntado o nome dele. 

— Obrigada pela atenção… — Você sinalizou com o rosto confuso que não sabia como chamá-lo.

— Jaehyun. — Ele sorri fraco, apontando para o pequeno broche na altura do peito que continha o mesmo nome escrito.

Burra, como não reparou antes? 

Além de se achar a pessoa mais lenta do universo neste momento, você também conectou o nome ao instagram que tinha fuxicado na noite anterior. No entanto, não poderia mencionar isso agora. 

— Você também tira foto, Jaehyun? — Indaga para mascarar que já sabia sobre o talento dele.

— Uhm, sim. — Responde como se fosse óbvio, apesar de apreciar o seu interesse. — Eu tenho um instagram só sobre isso, é Jaehyun pê ó vê, tudo junto. Me segue lá, se quiser. 

— Ah, claro! Vai ficar de inspiração. — Você pega o celular e segue o perfil na frente dele. — Eu preciso ir! — Arregala os olhos ao se dar conta do horário, ainda precisa almoçar. — Até… um dia! 

Jaehyun acena para sua figura apressada que deixa a porta pesada se fechar sozinha. O frio na barriga ainda não passou, mas agora tem mais de uma razão. 

Fazendo o caminho de volta para o trabalho, pensa se não viu coisa demais nos trejeitos do homem. Talvez ele só estivesse fazendo um bom atendimento, nada mais. Talvez ele tratasse todo cliente assim, com atenção, com sorrisos e com esse olhar cativante o suficiente para te fazer lembrar dele durante o resto do dia. 

Chegando em casa, você gravou uns stories só para compartilhar com os amigos sobre o seu novo interesse. Poucos minutos depois, recebe duas notificações.

97jung seguiu você

Jaehyun curtiu seu story

Aquele era o instagram pessoal de Jaehyun. Talvez estivesse certa. O sorrisinho que está nos seus lábios aumenta ao apertar o seguir de volta que o perfil exibe em azul; se desfaz logo em seguida, todavia. 

Não precisou stalkear o menino por muito tempo para ver as fotos com a namorada no feed. Ué?

Bom, conclui para si, definitivamente estava errada. Pelo menos teria um novo amigo… certo?

O final de semana seguinte é inteiramente seu e da sua nova câmera. Há tempos não sentia vontade de sair de casa para fazer algo, especialmente sozinha. Na manhã de Sábado se arruma inteira, passa maquiagem e põe uma roupa que gosta enquanto ouve uma playlist animada. O seu interior reflete nas atividades daquele novo dia, já nem se lembra do que precisava esquecer. 

Você pega uma das bicicletas por aplicativo e passeia pelas ruas vazias do bairro, seu rumo é o parque das borboletas, o lugar mais inspirador que conhece. Você tira inúmeras fotos, torcendo para que fiquem tão boas quanto prometiam. As famílias por lá se derramam numa alegria que transborda através da lente pequena, mas que te permite um mundo de novas oportunidades.

No Domingo repete o processo, entretanto, os pedais te levam até às igrejas antigas que esbanjam arquitetura minuciosa e obras singulares no interior. Aproveita também para passar pelas galerias de arte lotadas, onde fotografa um menininho espevitado e curioso interagindo com as esculturas, tentando imitá-las da forma que consegue. A mãe assente feliz após seu pedido de autorização para fotografá-lo, e sorri grande ao vê-lo exagerar nos gestos quando percebeu ser o alvo da sua atenção. Um pequeno artista. 

Durante a tarde e a noite gastou suas horas no computador digitalizando e editando os cliques favoritos do filme. Deu muito trabalho, porém foi sucesso. Acabaria revelando algumas depois, essas foram só para admirar o resultado das tentativas. Postou algumas no story e no feed, agora inteiramente tomada pela boa sensação que o início concreto te causa. 

Jaehyun respondeu seu story: O seu olhar é muito delicado Que talento! Acho que essa é a minha favorita Não… essa. Como você conseguiu pegar a borboleta parada?

Infelizmente não consegue lutar contra o sorriso bobo, nem contra o coração acelerado, pulando de alegria ao ler os elogios. Mas não é nada demais, ele só é alguém que entende muito sobre o que você começou a fazer agora.

você: é tudo sorte de principiante

Jaehyun: Uma principiante talentosa, então E linda 

O-oh. 

Você não responde, não sabe como reagir. Vira o telefone para baixo e desliga o computador. Prepara tudo para o dia seguinte e prefere ir dormir, ignorando as outras notificações de Jaehyun o máximo que pode. 

Tenta fechar os olhos, mas o sono não vem. A curiosidade aperta demais. Você toma o celular novamente e pondera se deve ler as mensagens. Que mal faria?

Jaehyun: Vendo o seu estilo eu já tenho várias outras sugestões de câmera As canon combinam demais contigo, eu acho Quero ver outras fotos, pode me mostrar?

O problema é que ele sabe conversar. Uma resposta era o suficiente para ele engatar um assunto no outro, e assim passaram dias, melhor, semanas, conversando todos. os. dias. 

Os tópicos deixaram de ser apenas sobre fotografia, Jaehyun passou a te perguntar sobre seus dias, seu trabalho, seus gostos… Não só isso, ele também mandava bobeiras sobre os próprios afazeres, fotos com caretas, músicas que o lembram você, vídeos idiotas seguidos de áudios tomados pela risada contagiante… tudo absolutamente perigoso. O tempo inteiro você se pega sorrindo para a tela, e também precisa se policiar para não ficar mais feliz ao ver o nome dele aparecer várias vezes no celular. 

Jaehyun: Preciso te entregar uma coisa Passa aqui na loja?

Visto que já fazia um tempo que tinha feito uma visita à Horizon, encanta-se novamente pelo ambiente acolhedor como se fosse a primeira vez. Tão logo o sino aponta sua chegada, Jaehyun te cumprimenta com mais intimidade desta vez. 

— Finalmente apareceu! — Ele completa o cumprimento animado. Você, sem graça e sem um teclado virtual para te esconder, sorri sem mostrar os dentes e ajeita o cabelo sem perceber. 

— Não faz tanto tempo assim, faz? 

— Claro que faz. — O garoto te encara com uma expressão quase ofendida no rosto. — Sem mais delongas, tá aqui seu presente. 

Jaehyun mostra uma caixa preta com um laço prateado na tampa, e você fica sem palavras ao abrir. É uma Olympus Trip carérrima que tinha mencionado estar de olho numa das conversas.

— Jae… eu não posso aceitar! É um presente muito além do que eu mereço, eu… — Tenta falar através das mãos que cobrem o seu rosto chocado. 

— Não gastei nada, é sério. — Ele ri, os olhinhos se apertam. A confusão que substitui a surpresa faz com que ele queira explicar. — Eu ganhei essa câmera do meu pai, agora eu quero que ela seja sua. 

— Pior ainda! O valor sentimental é muito mais caro. — Você balança a cabeça negativamente. — Não vou aceitar, não adianta. 

— Ah, meu Deus… Então pega emprestado só. Tô te emprestando a câmera por tempo indeterminado. Pode ser assim? — Jaehyun e suas sobrancelhas arqueadas, e a aura de sabichão que te convence a ceder. Você revira os olhos ao sorrir, e ele comemora com o punho socando o ar. — Espero que você se apaixone. 

Oi? Você não precisa dizer nada para que ele ache graça da sua reação. 

— Pela câmera. — Ele adiciona, e você relaxa os ombros tensos pelo que ele havia dito. Pega a máquina nas mãos, sorrindo ao futucar alguns botões, verificando que já tinha um rolo de filme novo dentro. — E por mim também. 

— Jaehyun Jung! — O que era para ser uma repreensão tem o efeito contrário, o safado adora o jeito como o nome sai dos seus lábios. 

Ele dá a volta no balcão enquanto você guarda a câmera na caixa de novo. Nervosa, cruza os braços ao perceber que a figura masculina não teme se aproximar mais do que o aceitável para amigos. 

Você devia ter corrido.

— Sabe… te chamei aqui porque queria te ver, achei que nunca mais você fosse vir. — A voz baixa e grave soa como uma melodia apaixonante aos seus ouvidos. 

Por alguns segundos se deixa hipnotizar pelos olhos penetrantes do mais alto, pelas covinhas tão charmosas que adornam a face doce, mas proibida. Limpa a garganta e desvia o olhar de propósito, porém sua voz te trai. 

— Eu tro… trouxe uns filmes, umas fotos pra impri… pra revelar. — A tentativa foi válida, uma pena que não abateu Jaehyun nem um pouco. Ele gosta do modo como você fica sob a proximidade dele. 

O menino não fala nada, faz pior. Acaricia o seu antebraço nu até alcançar a ponta dos dedos, entrelaçando nos dele para te guiar até a sala vermelha. Ele narra cada parte do processo de revelação, o que te deixa mais confortável de novo. Cuidadosamente, Jaehyun coloca cada foto para secar numa espécie de varal que corta a sala no meio. Porque são muitas fotos, você decide ajudá-lo pendurando algumas, ficando de frente para ele. 

Os papéis acabam, e no silêncio que paira, ele fita seu rosto de perto novamente. 

— Que foi? — Falar com o tom de voz normal parece esquisito ali dentro, por isso sussurra. 

— Você fica linda até na luz vermelha. — Ele declara, desmontando cada muro que construiu.

Jaehyun testa as águas, leva uma das mãos até sua cintura num toque delicado, quase imperceptível. Como não recebe protestos, a outra mão repousa na sua nuca, achegando os corpos de um jeito que te faz fechar os olhos inconscientemente. 

— Jae, não. É errado. — Dá para acreditar se você mal tem força ao afirmar? 

— Então por que parece tão certo? — De novo sem resposta, ele toma os seus lábios nos dele, respirando fundo ao fazê-lo. Estava matando a sede digna de deserto. 

Ele te segura com força, bem próximo, e te beija com a suavidade de um príncipe. Você desmonta no colo forte à medida que as línguas desvendam o segredo condenável. Sua mente não para de girar, vacilando entre o certo e o errado, entre a namorada de Jaehyun e os lábios tão macios que investem contra os seus. 

— Linda… — Ele sussurra entre o beijo ao procurar fôlego, ainda te dando alguns selinhos preguiçosos e longos. — Tão, tão linda. 

Ele afaga os seus cabelos, os lábios cerejados se contorcem num sorriso irresistível. 

Indo para a casa, a culpa começa a arder no seu estômago, seguida dos flashes inevitáveis do beijo de Jaehyun. A sensação ainda formiga todo seu corpo, mas sente vontade de chorar. Por que fez isso? 

Foi a primeira, única e última vez. 

No dia seguinte, acorda com uma mensagem longa do garoto. Sente um frio terrível na barriga, porém abre mesmo assim, sem nem mesmo ler algumas anteriores ainda de ontem.

Jaehyun:

Linda, bom dia. Dormiu bem?Eu fiquei preocupado contigo desde ontem. Não quero q vc se sinta culpada, nem nada disso, sabe? Tbm preciso que saiba que eu não me arrependo do nosso beijo, foi tão bom pra mim e eu não paro de pensar em vc.Mas tbm entendo q é uma situação estranha, e o que vc quiser fazer… eu te respeito. Só, por favor, não vai embora. Gosto demais de vc pra te perder já. 

Que merda, Jaehyun. 

Infelizmente, o ardiloso sabe como mexer com a sua cabeça. A culpa fica mais leve por causa da segurança que vem com as palavras, porém sua consciência ainda aponta que algo está muito, muito, errado.

você: 

jae, eu n vou embora vamos fingir q ontem n aconteceu, pf me desculpa mesmo, eu n consigo  amigos? 

Se não fosse com ele, com quem falaria sobre sua nova paixão? Conheceram-se há pouco, mas já existe todo um idioma no qual se comunicam perfeitamente, sintonizados por causa daquele mundo que os conecta. 

Jaehyun: Se é isso que vc quer, assim vai ser Não precisa pedir desculpas, é sério Enfim… sábado vc tá livre? Já tenho nosso primeiro programa de amigos 

— Eu não gosto nada desse cara. — Kun declara, chamando sua atenção, após notar o nome na tela do seu celular. — Não quis invadir sua privacidade, foi mal. 

Óbvio que tinha contado tudo para o seu vizinho, chefe e mais próximo amigo. Depois de te dar uma bronca fenomenal, te consolou com chamego no sofá da sala dele e com conselhos um pouco regados de ciúmes. 

— Ele me chamou pra sair, mas como amigo. — Você defende Jaehyun com discrição, prevendo outro esporro. 

— Tá de sacanagem, né? Você sabe que ele… — O homem suspira, agarrando o volante com força, rindo com ironia por um segundo. — Me diz que você não vai, por favor. 

— Não, eu… — Pensa numa desculpa esfarrapada, já tinha confirmado que iria. — Não sei, Kun. Ainda é quarta, sei nem se vou estar viva amanhã. — A piada quebra o gelo com sucesso. 

— Para de falar besteira, garota. Eu hein! — Ele ri, te beliscando em qualquer parte que pode, sem tirar os olhos da rua. — Mas é sério, viu… Não emenda uma mágoa na outra. — O olhar preocupado e cuidadoso atinge o seu coração, e você assente como uma promessa silenciosa que foi quebrada vergonhosamente alguns meses depois. 

No Sábado de manhã, Jaehyun te busca com o carro lotado de coisas que precisam para passar o dia isolados na casa do avô dele. O bosque não é tão longe da cidade, mas ainda é afastado, então tinham de se preparar com comida, repelentes, casacos e gasolina extra. 

O caminho foi preenchido pelas discussões profundas sobre as letras do Kings of Leon, uma das bandas pela qual descobriram compartilhar um apreço incomum. Os poucos carros que passavam com certeza julgaram ser uma briga intensa enquanto vocês interpretaram cada palavra de Revelry. No entanto, a música dolorosa só ajuda na intimidade da amizade.

Para falar a verdade, já tinha visitado o bosque algumas vezes desde a faculdade, só que nunca soube da existência das várias cabines rústicas escondidas entre as árvores altas e pomposas. 

Jaehyun te mostra o primeiro andar da cabine que parecia bem menor do lado de fora, a luz do sol toma os cômodos através dos vidros das janelas, deixando o ambiente mais caloroso ainda. As comidas são deixadas na cozinha, e vocês organizam tudo bem rápido.

— Eu te trouxe aqui pra te mostrar uma coisa especial. — Ele anuncia, andando de frente para você pelo corredor até a sala. 

Não param ali, o sorriso travesso de Jaehyun te seduz pelos degraus de madeira que os levam até o segundo andar. Abrindo uma das portas, ele te deixa entrar primeiro. O quarto é pequeno, mas não há nada além de uma estante com muitas prateleiras e uma escrivaninha virada para a paisagem lá fora. 

— Já te falei que meu tataravô era fotógrafo? — Jaehyun apoia o punho numa das prateleiras mais altas. — Essas são as câmeras dele. As de baixo são as do meu trisavô, também fotógrafo. Ele foi até pra guerra, a fotografia salvou ele dos traumas quando voltou. — Ele sorri, admirando as diversas máquinas expostas ali. — Essas outras são do meu bisavô, — A mão apoiada abaixou mais uma prateleira. — Essas do meu avô, — Agacha na penúltima prateleira. — e essas do meu pai. — Ele olha para cima, encontrando os seus olhos marejados. 

A história, é claro, é linda. Uma família inteira apaixonada por aquilo que você acabara de descobrir. Os detalhes que te emocionam, no entanto, são mínimos diante de tudo. Na fileira do pai de Jaehyun, falta uma câmera bem no centro da coleção. A marca da poeira sinaliza que ela foi retirada recentemente, e não só isso, o tamanho denuncia: ali estava a câmera que lhe foi dada como um presente. Além disso, na última prateleira, ainda vazia, o nome Jaehyun Jung fora gravado com uma caligrafia elegante. Ele seria o próximo a deixar rastro na história da família. 

O pedaço de madeira contém toda a herança do garoto que se levanta e seca suas lágrimas bobas. O cenho franzido de preocupação também consola o seu pranto. No silêncio que recai diz mais do que mil palavras e declarações vãs do sentimento que preenche o seu peito agora. Conforme o mais alto diminui a distância tola que ainda os separa, cada voz da sua cabeça é calada. Os braços fortes envolvem a sua figura num abraço apertado, e Jaehyun esconde o próprio rosto na curva do seu pescoço. 

— Com certeza eles estão orgulhosos de você. — Segreda com a voz ainda embargada, grata por ter visto aquele pedaço da vida do garoto. Parece até um crime estar ali, testemunhando o tesouro da família. 

— Frutas silvestres. — Ele murmura, contrariando qualquer expectativa de resposta. 

Você se afasta do ombro dele para questioná-lo com a expressão remexida pela confusão. 

— Seu perfume… — Jaehyun ri fraco, entendendo que soou um pouco aleatório. — Há uns dias eu tava me perguntando do que o cheiro me lembra. 

Por uns instantes nada breves, ambos passeiam os olhos por cada traço tão evidente pela proximidade, como se estivessem hipnotizados. Tal qual ímãs, foram atraídos um pelo outro e conectaram-se em um novo beijo. Este difere do primeiro, há uma faísca de satisfação, então entende: no seu interior já nasceu uma dependência que clamava por mais da dose viciante do calor de Jaehyun. 

É aliciante, mas ambíguo. Ao mesmo tempo que cura, rasga uma nova ferida. Sente-se uma estúpida ao correr mais e mais atrás do fogo que arde através dos beijos de Jaehyun no seu pescoço, desabotoando a jaqueta pesada e permitindo que a mesma caia no chão, abandonada. 

Entre sussurros que pioram o feitiço sobre você e mais beijos cheios de brasa, vocês caminham pela casa outra vez, com ele guiando os passos até um dos quartos. Nenhum alerta, nenhuma sirene, nenhum conselho, ninguém, nada impede sua entrega naquela pequena casa que ganha mais um mistério para guardar. 

— Você é a mulher mais linda do mundo. — Ele pausa o que fazia, prestes a concretizar a intimidade que buscavam até aquele momento. — Minha linda. — Jaehyun afirma várias e várias vezes ao venerar cada parte do seu corpo. 

— Toda sua… — Você responde enquanto se deixa intoxicar inteira pela boca, pelas mãos e palavras decrescentes e volúveis que selam o erro horrível e infelizmente te fazem crer que você está no topo do mundo. 

É esse o problema dos amores proibidos, Dos encontros clandestinos e dos olhares roubados. Mostram sua verdade apenas uma vez, E mentem milhares de vezes.

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ʟᴏꜱ ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ || Teaser

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘?

❧𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Pre-War!Cooper Howard x fem!Reader

❧𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧g: E / MATURE! Minors, DO NOT interact!

❧ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: nothing yet but it will get really explicit

❧𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: ~1200 words

❧𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You're an up and coming actress and he's America's sweetheart. (WIP summary)

❧ɴᴏᴛᴇ: This is my current WIP but be prepared for it to be so much longer and juicer and drama filled. I just wanted to get this out so y'all can see I am indeed COOKING !!! Also, A Man and His Dog was based off of A Boy and His Dog so that is what I based it off of!

You have been in the acting game for far too long. Originally you were advertising royalty. Your mom first put you into commercial gigs at the young age of five. Luckily for your mom, BlamCo Mac & Cheese was looking for the new poster child. Your face was plastered on billboards all around Hollywood. “Nothing says dinner like BlamCo Mac & Cheese. Bring the family together for a dish everyone will enjoy.” This phrase will forever be etched into the grooves of your brain. But as all gigs go, you outgrew BlamCo. Once you hit age ten, you couldn’t be the cutesy little kid telling families to eat the most disgusting mac and cheese known to man. Like many gigs will do, you were dropped from the gig. It paid well. Well, it paid your mom well.

She would go on lavish vacations without you. Only leaving you with a babysitter. This babysitter ended up raising you. Your mom would also buy herself expensive dresses and handbags. What would you get? Hand Me downs of whatever wardrobe on commercials could give you. This was a common theme early on in your career. The money you made was promised to you once you hit eighteen. Enough money to go to college and make a name for yourself professionally. After the BlamCo gig, you hit a dry spell. No one wanted a kid going through puberty as the face of their brand. With money getting tight, your mom signed you up for every and any background character role in a film and TV show she could. That’s where Nuka Cola noticed you.

Upon hitting sixteen, Nuka Cola representatives came up to your mom offering you a four year contract to be the face of Nuka Cola. It paid insanely well. So you did it. Another gig with your face plastered everywhere. From highway billboards to full body cut outs of you in Red Rockets across the country, you were back in the limelight. But those four years went by quickly. Once the contract ended, you were eighteen. You were excited to throw your acting career away. Child stardom was too damn much. College was going to be a fresh start for you! To no one’s surprise, you never got your money. To make it worse, your mom kicked you out of the house. She didn’t see you as profitable anymore. Mainly because you are old enough to go your own way.

Due to all these gigs, you never had time to make friends. So you took to crashing on random old co-star’s couches. You were back to background gigs. Which paid okay but not enough to help pay for college. Sadly, that was a dream you could never catch. It took three years for you to finally get your foot back in the door with big acting gigs. That gig being A Man and His Dog. A film in which you play the main female character who is supposed to seduce the main lead. It wasn’t really a film expected to go anywhere. The lead was a man straight out of the Sino-American War who had never acted a day in his life. This was also your first big gig, you’re not one to talk. Unknown to you, that man would become western movie royalty. A young and disgruntled Cooper Howard.

First day on set was odd. No one really talked to you. Not even the director. There was no way you were to know if you were doing the role justice. They had you in a wedding dress with white face paint. It was embarrassing. You stand near your trailer, lighting up a cigarette during lunch. Rent was due that night and you had no money to pay it. If this gig didn’t make a lot of money, you’re screwed. With a shaky breath, you look down at the ground. You’re getting cigarette ash all over this dress. Wardrobe is going to kill you.

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?”

The southern voice takes you out of your thoughts as you look up. You rub your eyes, messing up the makeup you have on. Now your hand is stained white. Great. Cooper walks over to you before leaning against your trailer. He takes out a cigarette of his own and begins to smoke with you. This is the first person to speak with you and it's the lead of the film. You try to act natural but you’re smitten. There is some charm he holds. Maybe it’s the fact you’re playing weird lovers in the film or the fact you have never been in contact with such a gorgeous man before. This moment right now makes you realize you’ve never had your first kiss. Your life has been acting gig after acting gig. No time for personal relationships.

“Are ya just gon’ stare at me?” He chuckles, voice smooth like whiskey.

You clear your throat and shake your head.

“Sorry, I’m not used to small talk.” Is all you can truly muster.

He offers you a kind smile. One that feels like sickly sweet honey on a hot day. It makes your stomach flutter with butterflies. He already has you wrapped around his finger. Maybe it’s the southern drawl that burns like a good bourbon. He is one hell of a charmer.

“Ain’t small talk unless you want it to be.” He takes a long drag from his cigarette, licking his bottom lip.

“You’re killing it by the way. The director is- pardon my language- a dick.” Cooper scoffs, shaking his head. He flicks his cigarette onto the ground and stomps on it which causes you to do it to your own.

You can’t help but chuckle at that.

“You can tell me that.” You turn to face him, leaning against your own trailer.

Maybe this set wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

-

During set, you would crash at Cooper’s apartment. A tiny place near filming. You ended up getting evicted because you couldn’t afford rent. It was only logical you still find somewhere to crash. You’re lucky you became close with Cooper. He’s a gentleman. Made you feel at home. You opened up about your childhood and he opened up about war.

War. It was a scary thing. His stories kept you on the edge of your seat. Here you were, thinking you had a tough past. Almost all of Cooper’s friends are dead because of the war. You could only comfort him.

-

After filming wrapped, you were thrusted into the world of press. The press tour with Cooper was something else. The director wanted you two to lean into a facade. He wanted the both of you to act like lovers. This was to sell the film, lean into that romance your two characters had. You couldn’t flirt for shit without a script. Cooper, however, was a complete natural.

You followed Cooper’s lead. You know it was all an act but you were falling for him. Hard. He was the first man to ever give you the time of day. You knew it was fake flirting but every blush that he caused was real. The film ended up being big enough to push both Cooper and you into the spotlight. Now you’re landing gigs like crazy as well as him.

You both play lovers again in another western B-film. This one didn’t have the same success as the prior film but it was still another film you did with Cooper.

Part One

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Historical Background for 《无名》 (Hidden Blade)

A very brief summary of historical details of note for understanding the context of the film:

The film is set during the Second Sino-Japanese War and WWII. There are several powers in play at this time: the Chinese Communist Party, the Chinese Nationalist Party or Kuomintang, and Imperial Japan. Imperial Japan invaded Manchuria (located in northeastern China) in the early 1930s and established the puppet state of Manchukuo. It was here where they hoped to establish a base from where they would continue their expansion into Asia.

In 1937, after many years of conflict, Japan occupied Shanghai, Nanjing, and Beijing. The Nanjing Massacre occurred at this time. After the fall of Nanjing, which had been the capital of the Republic of China at that time, the Kuomintang moved the capital west to Chongqing, under Jiang Jieshi's leadership. During this time, the Chinese Communist Party and the Kuomintang formed a temporary alliance, suspending the years of civil conflict between them, although their vie for power continued. The Chinese Communist Party set up their base in Yan'an.

In 1940, Wang Jingwei, who was once a member of the Kuomintang but had always been in opposition against Jiang Jieshi, collaborated with Japan to establish the Wang Jingwei regime. They claimed to be the leadership of the Republic of China, when in fact they were a puppet government of Japan, overseeing the Japanese-occupied territory in eastern China, under Japan's control. They established their capital in Nanjing and used the Kuomintang flag. The Axis powers recognized the Wang Jingwei regime, while the Allied powers still recognized Jiang Jieshi as the leader of the Republic of China.

From 1937-1941, Japan had left a few neighbourhoods in Shanghai unoccupied, because that was where the American-British joint settlement and French Concession were located. Many people fled to this area to live at that time. After Pearl Harbor in 1941, the entirety of Shanghai became occupied by Japan. Many cities were bombed during these years, including Guangzhou, which experienced bombings for 14 months in 1937-1938.

During this era of war, which is also called the War of Resistance in China, espionage networks were established to try to undermine the enemy. Hidden Blade tells a story about these individuals.

Characters in the film (spoiler-free):

Director He (Tony Leung): Director of the Political Security Department for the Wang Jingwei regime

Mr. Ye (Wang Yibo): A subordinate under Director He, works for the Political Security Department of the Wang Jingwei regime

Captain Wang (Wang Chuanjun): A captain working for the Political Security Department of the Wang Jingwei regime, under Director He

Minister Tang (Da Peng): Minister of the Political Security Department of the Wang Jingwei regime, Director He's cousin

Officer Watanabe (Mori Hiroyuki): Head of secret service in Shanghai, claiming to be a follower of Ishiwara's faction (Japanese general who believed in the Pan-Asianism ideology)

Mr. Zhang (Huang Lei): A secretary of the Chinese Communist Party's underground network

Ms. Chen (Zhou Xun): A messenger of the Chinese Communist Party's underground network

Ms. Jiang (Jiang Shuying): Kuomintang agent assigned to assassinate Minister Tang

Ms. Fang (Zhang Jingyi): Disguised as a dancer, she worked together with other progressive youth to try to assassinate Japanese officers