#starring role Patrick

[eldritch-hall-asylum]

(Rowan belongs to @sanriosratz)

Inspired by that one interview with Pedro Pascal and Oscar Isaac.

[During the press release for "Hell's Secrets"]

Rowan: Hi, I'm Rowan Brady.

Patrick: Hi, I'm Patrick Torres-Moran.

Both: and we're doing a [Insert company here] complete interview-!

[Patrick pulls Rowan's hoodie over his face]

Rowan: -iewwww-!

[The two laugh]

Rowan, reading: "Who does... Patrick Torres-Moran... look like?"

Patrick: I get Oscar Isaac... often.

Rowan: oh-! [Starts laughing] I remember who you look like!

Patrick: who's that?

Rowan: that muppet, I told you about.

Patrick, cracking up: What muppet?

Rowan: the-the-the Eagle. The grumpy Eagle.

Patrick, trying not to smile: malo...

[scarawayfromfallingapart]

So Good Right Now and What a Time to Be Alive are sisters in the same way Tiffany Blews and WAMS are sisters. I will not elaborate on this what I speak is fact

[arttsuka]

i know you havent watched star trek the next generation but you might like “derivative work, mon capitaine” by raviolical on AO3

it is a one shot

Thanks for the recommendation :)

I read it just now and it was very nice, I did indeed like it.

[mariocki]

Play for Today: The Flipside of Dominick Hide (BBC, 1980)

"Complacent with your mission, Dominick? Amusing, the history of transport. We've made a modicum of progress: trips are regulated to microseconds, punctuality taken for granted."

"Yes."

"Why then were you two minutes late on your double return? Machine fault?"

"No. I'm sorry."

"I accept apology. Reason?"

"It was raining. Rain slows everything. I saw an old woman knocked down and I was checking how long before help reached her. The medi-car was blocked in progress, I think she died."

"So?"

"I thought it might be interesting."

"People are not your conspectus, Dominick. If you wish to study people, watch old films."

[feralportalmaster]

Just realised Mighty Nein animated also means Pumat Sol animated.

I swear to every prime fucking deity if they don’t cast Patrick Warburton as Pumat…

[noturfang]

Yeah, can't remove the blindfold because he can't see. Okay 😌

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Slowly been rewatching X-Men and GOSH I always forget how much I frickin love Sir Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart, they're both such amazing actors and their IRL friendship is very sweet :')

I had something else I was going to say here but I just saw this and it made me laugh / smile:

[featherymainffins]

Kyle Gallner is somehow capable of looking both hot as hell and whiter than Wonderbread bread and twice as milquetoast at the same time. What do they keep doing with him on sets

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Madonna - Like a Prayer 1989

"Like a Prayer" is a song by American singer Madonna and was released as the lead single from her 1989 fourth studio album of the same name. Written and produced by both Madonna and Patrick Leonard, the song heralded an artistic and personal approach to songwriting for Madonna, who believed that she needed to cater more to her adult audience. Along with the parent album, "Like a Prayer" was a turning point in Madonna's career, with critics starting to acknowledge her as an artist rather than a mere pop star.

"Like a Prayer" is a pop rock and gospel song that also incorporates elements of funk. The lyrics contain liturgical words, but they have been interpreted by some people to have dual meanings of sexual innuendo and religion. "Like a Prayer" was acclaimed by music critics upon release and was a global commercial success, becoming Madonna's seventh number 1 hit on the US Billboard Hot 100, topping the Hot 100 for three consecutive weeks and also topping the charts in many other countries, including Australia, Brazil, Canada, Italy, Mexico, New Zealand, Spain and the UK. It was Madonna's fifth number 1 hit on the Eurochart Hot 100, and stayed at number one for 12 weeks.

The accompanying music video for "Like a Prayer", directed by Mary Lambert, shows a white woman being sexually assaulted and subsequently killed by a group of white men, but a black man is arrested for the crime. The video depicts a church and Catholic symbols such as stigmata. It also features the Ku Klux Klan's burning crosses and a dream sequence about kissing a black saint. Leon Robinson was hired to play the role of a saint; the part was inspired by Martin de Porres, the patron saint of mixed-race people and all those seeking interracial harmony. The Vatican condemned the video, while family and religious groups protested against its broadcast. They boycotted products by soft drink manufacturer Pepsi, who had used the song in their commercial. Pepsi canceled their sponsorship contract with Madonna, but allowed her to retain the $5 million fee.

While most TV stations banned the music video, MTV notably continued to air the video on heavy rotation. The controversies leading to her "Like a Prayer" video introduced the concept of free publicity and became a turning point where Madonna was viewed as a shrewd businesswoman who knows how to sell a concept. At the 1989 MTV Video Music Awards, the video for "Like a Prayer" was nominated in the Viewer's Choice and Video of the Year categories, winning the former. It was number one on MTV's countdown of "100 Videos That Broke the Rules" in 2005, and for the channel's 25th anniversary, viewers voted it as the "Most Groundbreaking Music Video of All Time". In addition, the video was ranked at number 20 on Rolling Stone's "The 100 Top Music Videos", and at number two on VH1's 100 Greatest Videos. In a 2011 poll by Billboard, the video for "Like a Prayer" was voted the second-best music video of the 1980s, behind only Michael Jackson's "Thriller". According to Screen Rant, "Like a Prayer" is one of the most used Madonna's songs in movies and television, most recently notably featured in the 2024 film Deadpool & Wolverine.

"Like a Prayer" received a total of 87,9% yes votes! Previous Madonna polls: #18 "Who's That Girl", #184 "Live to Tell".

[heavenbarnes]

Million Dollar Baby

Art Donaldson x Fem Reader

Warnings/Contains: this is essentially a series of vignettes, at this point you’re the duncan-donaldson sugar baby, swearing, effective cheating (tashi approved), mild exhibitionism, face slapping (not with hands), unprotected sex, reader is pretty submissive, thee slightest tashi x reader, patrick mention.

Part one

it’s that part two to “i wanna make it (so badly)” that i kept harping on about! just wanted to prove to you all i could make good on something! enjoy! i still crave this man!

Born under a lucky star.

Rabbits foot. Horse shoe. Triple sevens. Four-leaf clover.

Art Donaldson plays tennis very well.

When you're around?

He's better.

O2 Arena, London, England. ATP men's singles finals.

Naturally the only way you'd ever get close to something like this was on her invitation.

Tashi had invited you.

"I beg your pardon?"

"We'll cover your flights and accommodation- it's important that you're there."

Yes, because you were sure you could sweet talk your way into a lesson with Lily at Buckingham Palace.

Obviously, obviously it wasn't about your silly little tennis lessons these days. But that was the front.

Rich neighbourhood, nosey neighbourhood.

"Tashi, I couldn't help but notice Art's Jeep drive past me as I left Pilates. Just who was that pretty young thing in his passenger seat?"

"She's Lily's tennis coach, he drops her off when she's had to stay late."

Yeah,

yeah.

Drops you off because your legs aren't their best when they've been over his shoulders for an hour.

It was a pretty good front.

So you found yourself courtside in a Lacoste skirt you'd never imagine owning. That's why you didn't own it, Tashi had left it on your bed among other items of clothing she expected to see you in.

Dress-up doll.

Her plaything.

Pulled out of your thoughts by the chorus of cheer, it was all directed to the movement you could just and only see out the corner of your eye.

Art Donaldson took the court with a kind of swagger that made your thighs tense under expensive material. His eyes took to the stands- sweeping over adoring eyes looking back at him.

And then he came to rest.

You could tell he looked at Tashi first, the way his shoulders straightened and the grip on his racquet became even tighter.

Miracle it didn't snap.

Then you felt him look at you, his eyes softened and the corner of his mouth turned up.

A smug smirk as he ran his tongue along his teeth.

And you began to think back on everything that lead you here.

-

You had found yourself in many precarious situations with Art.

And you were acutely aware of the fact you hadn't seen it.

You'd felt it- felt it against your thigh, the heat of your cunt,

fuck, you'd even felt it against the sole of your foot.

Ruined numerous pairs of Calvin Klein's in the process.

But you'd never seen it.

And it wasn't a topic of contention, it wasn't a 'you' thing per se.

It was actually the fact that Art about blacks out every time you make him cum, and that's through a good few layers of clothing.

The thought of getting it out and laying it against your bare skin? Putting it in your mouth? Putting it inside-

Even the the idea of it makes his eyes water. Blessing and a curse, really.

On one hand, he's guaranteed a mind-blowing orgasm.

On the other, it might only last a few seconds.

You were just happy to be there.

Art could give you everything or give you nothing and you'd lap it up every time.

Good girl.

Art looked good like this, he always looked good but there was something about this.

Sat on the couch, thighs spread, large hands balled up on his knees. When you were in this position- on your own knees before him, with reverence- he looked good.

He looked all consuming.

If you asked him, it wasn't a sight Art was used to, something something role reversal.

Your hands ran along the coarse hairs of his legs, ever-so-slightly getting closer to the bottom of his shorts.

(Post-tennis, still a little sweaty- heavy musk if you really got your face in there)

"We'll go as slow as you need, Art."

However he wants it, whenever he wants it.

Quarter to midnight on Tuesday, you were meant to be doing an ungodly load of laundry tonight. But then he'd looked at you, then he'd told you he 'needed' you.

Turns out whatever he wants looks a lot like what you want.

Obedience in spades.

He stopped you before your hands could go any further, opting to reach under the waistband himself. You were all the better for it, too focused on not giving up the extent of your excitement.

Was it weird to say you'd spent a lot of time imaging what his cock looked like?

Probably.

You reasoned it with the fact you knew Art spent a lot of time thinking about what happens under your pretty little tennis skirts. That and he'd seen it more times than you could count, these days.

Things always seem to go his way.

Your breath caught in your throat when Art hooked his thumb around the waistband, stretching the elastic so he could get it out.

Of course, of course it was as pretty as the rest of him.

Flushed pink at the tip, pale and creamy down the length of it. Kind of thing you need to get your lips around.

Banked for another day.

One hand cradling the back of your head, the other wrapped around the base- Art slapped his cock once, twice on your outstretched tongue.

"A-ahh, f-uck- okay-"

Nice and slow- can't have him blowing the top off just yet.

He couldn't really say you were helping the point. Sitting there, sitting pretty, primed and ready for whatever he wants next.

The sight along was enough material to tug his cock to for the rest of his life.

Let alone being faced with it.

Which is why he did just that- tugged his cock to it.

Long fingers wrapped around a long cock, twisting along the length of it, rolling the palm over the head. Sticky wetness catching in the centre of his palm as he drags it back along the shaft.

Your tongue stayed permanently outstretched, allowing him to slap the weeping tip right on it. If it wasn't your tongue, it was your cheek- wherever he could gain purchase with your skin without tipping himself over the edge.

Yet.

Eventually, Art came in filthy hot ropes across your face and the most minimal amount actually made it in your mouth.

Majority of it was painted across your cheeks, drawn up and sweet under your shining eyes. Bright smile stretched across your face beneath pearly little drops.

Pretty girl-

perfect girl.

-

"I'm sorry- I just need- oh, oh god- just need-"

Incoherent.

A bleary-eyed, incoherent Art.

Chest pressed tight to your back, shorts around his thighs- your little skirt bunched up tight in his fist.

"I need this- I need this- y'so good to me- I need this-"

Yeah, seems like it.

You'd only managed 15 minutes on the court before it'd come to this. Art had thrown his racquet to the wind and ushered you around the side of their changing shed- the same one where he first,

You know?

Yeah.

You'd actually headed for the door but he couldn't wait that long, pulled you between the wall and the tall fence that circled the court. You were both nestled in beneath an Arabian Gingerbread Palm of sorts- naturally.

Art had slipped your underwear to the side and mounted you like a fucking dog.

Desperate.

The sound of his taut thighs slapping against yours was fucking ludicrous, the sight would’ve managed something worse.

He had a look across his face that said he knew this was pathetic- that there was no way he should’ve been rutting into you in broad fucking daylight.

But it’s not like you could see that look, not when his face was pressed into your neck.

“Ohh, you just- you just feel so good.”

Was he crying?

You looped an arm around the back of his head, slowly stroking your nails against his scalp as you struggled to keep yourself from buckling under the pressure.

Your other arm stretched out in front of you, palm braced on the wall as Art continued the relentless piston of his hips.

Through tears even.

“Feels so good, Art- making me feel so fucking good- just rub my clit, touch me a little.”

In an instant, his fingers were under the front of your skirt as he rubbed haphazard circles around the apex of your cunt.

“Like this? You like this? Tell me I’m doing a good job, please.”

Jesus Christ.

“Yes- doing a good job, you always do so good- gonna’ make me cum.”

And like you’d said the magic word, Art was going rigid. Hips slamming into you with a couple brutal and unyielding thrusts, less precision than you were used to with him.

Til’ he was dripping out of you.

His fingers kept going.

Until your face was pressed was pressed against the changing shed wall, sure to leave a lovely pattern of stucco on your skin.

Until you were babbling and canting your hips back onto his hand as drool ran down the side of your cheek.

Until you even realised that he’d dropped to his knees and was running his tongue through your cunt from the back, massive hands splitting your cheeks.

You reached a hand back to grip his hair, pulling his face even further into the sodden lips of your pussy as you fucked yourself back onto his tongue.

“That’s it- lick my cunt, Art. See how good you taste?”

Your ears stopped ringing long enough for you to hear it.

He makes that noise when he cums.

Again.

Tashi watched you both drag your feet back into the house- a sheen of sweat over you both that could’ve looked post-tennis.

To anyone else but her.

She let you pass without issue, but a fine hand pressed to Art’s chest as he tried to follow you to the showers.

“If I ever see you cum before her again, there will be trouble. Understood?”

There was no use explaining that you didn’t mind, that you kind of liked when you riled him up- made him lose control.

That he probably deserved to feel good.

Instead, you heard him murmur an apology before he finally got you under the monsoon shower head in the enormous guest bathroom.

Three more good ones on his tongue, just for good measure.

-

It was a miracle the Donaldson-Duncan mantelpiece didn't crumble under the immense weight of success.

Trophy, after trophy, after photo, after-

"Did Tashi meet Obama?"

Art chuckles over your shoulder as he watches you cradle the photo, eyes wide with admiration. Devotion?

"She did, he invited her to the White House the year before we got engaged."

"Your invite get lost in the mail?"

"It wasn't about me."

Is anything ever about him?

As you continued your impassioned scan of their family treasures, you came to a complete stop at a 5x7 frame.

"Is this a young Art Donaldson?"

You could feel his eyes on you as you lifted the frame with the same gentle touch as you'd lent to Tashi's photo.

This time, your fingers gingerly brushed over the glass- almost as if you could feel the crop of golden curls beneath your fingertips.

"You've never seen any of my earlier games? Junior doubles at the US Open?"

Taking your eyes off a very-pretty-young Art, you threw him a look that said something like 'be so serious.'

"No, I wasn't much for watching tennis as a- what? Six year old?"

Oh.

That's right.

It was impossible for Art to forget the elephant in the room- call him a dirty old man but Art was always thinking about the pretty young thing that he liked best in his lap.

But sometimes he forgot.

"Well, that's me the day Patrick and I won."

"Who's Patrick?"

Oh.

And just like that he's chubbing up in his pants.

Art Donaldson currently exists in a space and time where he has something that Patrick doesn't.

And you're none the fucking wiser.

How could you be? You're still enamoured with the shaggy golden curls and the unspoken pull of a backwards cap.

"Yeah, you would've driven me wild back in the day."

There's a wry smile that catches on the corner of his mouth, right at the same moment he takes the photo from you. You're forced back to reality, present day-

The one where Art's a few years older but still as devastatingly handsome.

"Would've?"

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, feeling a firm chest pressing against your shoulder blades. Feeling crowded.

Feeling caught.

"As if I don't already."

Art spends the evening reminding you of your place.

That, despite the age between you, he's still the one that runs rings.

-

Contrary to popular belief, Art Donaldson has bad days.

Unfortunately for just about everyone in the O2 Arena, he chose today.

Well, the fates decided on today.

As he thrashed his racquet through the air, you could've sworn you heard the 'woosh' it was sure to have made from all the way up here.

Tense, you were slumped in your seat as you couldn't escape the voice in your head-

the one that was telling you your luck had run out.

The one that still sounds a lot like Tashi Duncan.

"COME ON!"

Tashi's voice actually sounded from beside you, making you jump out of your skin.

Naturally, you began searching for Art- searching for something to do, someway to fix this. What was left for you if you couldn't be lucky.

Rabbits foot. Horse shoe. Triple sevens. Four-leaf clover.

Nowhere to be found- but you found Art, found his eyes.

Looking at you.

Pleading with you.

Come on.

There was that pathetic little gaze you'd come to know. When he wanted something, when he needed something.

Art Donaldson always gets what he wants.

You jumped a little when you felt Tashi's hand rest on your knee where it crossed over the other. Perfect manicure drumming against your kneecap, gripping once.

Gripping twice.

Gently, prying it away from the other till they were side by side.

Thighs being forced apart.

Suddenly acutely aware that Art's eyes weren't on your face anymore.

They were on Tashi's hand.

Acutely aware that, among all the pretty things she'd laid out on your bed this morning, there wasn't a pair of panties among them.

That same perfect manicure between your spread thighs, patting you once, twice- right where her husband had made a home.

Under a lucky star.

Art Donaldson had a penchant for getting what he wants.

With an unmatched performance, the arena was turned on its head. Neon green blitz across the court, landing right where he wanted it to.

The crowd cheered his name to a tune only he knew;

How to be a winner.

All guts, all glory.

The deafening commotion chewed you up but it was Art that spat you out. Amongst the noise, the fury, you found him stood staring right at you.

Expectantly.

The weight of responsibility on your chest. Your luck hadn't run out, it was only just the beginning.

To the victor go the spoils.

Somewhere, a rabbit was missing it's foot.

[artdcnaldson]

cat. 24. she/her.

main acct + stranger things sideblog

follow me on letterboxd

Minors DNI, 18+ Only

Requests are open (but I’m slow) 🩷

masterlist

🌿FICS🌿

Changeover Universe

all asks/blurbs tagged here

💚 changeover || art x reader, patrick x reader

💚 tie break || art x reader, patrick x reader

+ BONUS (Patrick’s POV, Fall 2006)

+ BONUS (Valentines Day, 2007)

+ BONUS (March, 2007)

+ BONUS (Patrick’s POV, Summer, 2007)

+ BONUS (Art’s POV, Spring, 2008)

+ BONUS (Spring, 2010)

🫧BLURBS🫧

🎀 Patrick x Art x Reader

🎀 Patrick x Reader

🎀 Patrick x Reader

🎀 Tashi x Reader x Art

🎀 Art x Reader

🎀 Patrick x Reader

🎀 Art x Reader (Olympics AU pt. 1)

🎀 Art x Reader (Olympics AU pt. 2)

🎀 Patrick x Reader (good luck babe au)

Sex Lessons AU (patrick x reader x art x tashi)

all asks/blurbs tagged here

🎀 One

🎀 Two

🎀 Three

🎀 Four

AU List (stars mean they’re top of mind rn)

Patrick’s Sister AU ✨

Prodigy AU ✨

Role Reversal AU

Polycule AU ✨

Puppy!Art AU

Art’s Sister AU

Corrupting Art AU

Sex Lessons AU

Stepbro!Patrick AU ✨

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[eldritch-hall-asylum]

Rowan and Patrick’s relationship!! i like to think they have a great relationship, especially during filmimg. i also wanna hear your thoughts on their characters relationship with one-another, like an androgynous detective & pure sex estranged crime writer!!

They're buds! Like, sheer bromance between them. Besties.

During filming, they'd probably have fun on set when cameras aren't rolling.

As for the characters...

...I got nothin'.

[chuusheartattck]

THAT’S THAT ME ESPRESSO (TTME)

Chapter 40- 10 things i hate about you ☕️

It had been a few days since your boyfriend’s new movie came out. You weren’t excited with the idea of watching it in the theater, mostly because you wanted him to see your full reaction.

I mean, it’s not everyday where your boyfriend stars in the lead role of a rom com with his co star being the girl he almost led on.

That’s why with the modern age of streaming services, you waited for the movie to be put on Hulu.

It was your weekly movie night with Scaramouche and it was your turn to pick out the movie. With a shit eating grin, you typed in the name of the film.

“You’re not being serious are you?” Scaramouche looked at you deadpanned.

“Of course I am! I haven’t seen the movie yet and I need you to hear my thoughts as I watch it.”

“I really don’t need to.”

You gave him a glare before pressing play on the movie. He tried protesting but sighed and leaned back onto the couch once he realized he wasn’t going to win.

You scooted closer to him as he put his arm around you.

The movie began and his first scene is in the guidance counselor’s office. You didn’t really know what the movie was about beforehand, therefore the Australian accent caught you off guard.

“What the fuck? Since when was your character Australian?” You questioned him, almost like you were interrogating him on something serious.

“Umm since forever? Do you even know what this movie is about?”

“Not really but how much do I have to pay you to do that accent forever?”

“You can pay me by shutting the fuck up,” He replied in his Australian accent, smirking.

Humbled.

You didn’t know what to say in response and just turned back to watch the film silently.

In 30 minutes you’ll probably realize what you should’ve said in that moment.

.

.

It was now the scene where Scaramouche’s character, Patrick, is getting paid to go out with Haypasia’s character, Kat.

“Wow Patrick is an asshole just like the actor playing him,” You commented, a hint of amusement in your voice.

You could see Scaramouche rolling his eyes from your peripheral. He didn’t bother with engaging in your commentary. He knew if he opened his mouth, you two would just bicker the whole movie.

Plus, he was slightly curious on what you thought about his performance.

He would just never admit to it.

“Oh and he’s smoking during school. Whoever wrote this must’ve knew you-“

You couldn’t finish your sentence because Scaramouche took a handful of popcorn and shoved it in your mouth.

This was your cue to be quiet.

.

.

“You’re just too good to be true. Can’t take my eyes off of you,” Scaramouche’s voice could be heard through the tv.

You were watching intensely at the screen as he continues to sing the rest of the song with the marching band in the background.

The frantic running of the scene made you giggle due to how out of character it seemed for him.

“I didn’t know you could do all that,” You said in between snickers.

“I wasn’t very excited when I had to film it.”

“Aw but you look so cute!”

“Pay attention to the next scene.”

You didn’t know what he meant by that so you just looked back at the screen and waited.

Kat broke Patrick out of detention and now they’re on a date. They’re hitting each other with paint filled balloons.

You thought it was sweet, sure it was a bit weird to see, but you knew it was just acting.

It wasn’t until they kissed for the first time when Scaramouche finally spoke again, “This was filmed when me and her were having that thing. If you even want to call it that.”

Oh this bitch.

“Shit isn’t so funny now is it?” Scaramouche teased.

Before you could even scold him for saying something like that to you, he gave you a small peck on the lips.

“But I thought about you the entire time,” His words were quiet but you could tell he was being sincere.

You wanted to give him an earful, but decided against it.

He’ll hear it another time.

.

.

“I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate the way you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick and it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate when you make me laugh, even worst when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate that I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

It was getting close to the end of the movie and you were surprised on how much you liked it. Despite your previous comments, it was an entertaining film and it wasn’t dragged out for too long. You thought it was cute and fun to see him star in a non action or horror movie for once.

“What did you think?” Scaramouche asked as soon as the ending credits rolled on the screen.

You hummed before responding, trying to think of the right words to say, “It was nice.” You had more to say, but you wanted to tease him for a bit.

“Is that all?”

“Mhm,” You got up from the couch, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl to put in the sink.

Scaramouche followed you to the kitchen, “Nothing else?”

“Nope,” You were standing by the sink, not sparing a glance in his direction, “Why do you want to know so bad? You didn’t seem too excited to hear my thoughts while we were watching. Now you’re so curious. I wonder.”

Luckily your back was faced towards him or else he would’ve seen you fighting back a smile.

“Oh so just fuck me I guess?” He scoffs.

He knew what you were trying to do, but he likes you so much that he’ll humor you for a while.

You turned around to look at him, “I mean I thought the actor that played Cameron was fine as fuck if that’s what you want to hear,” You replied nonchalantly as you tried to walk past him.

He stepped right in front of you with his arms crossed, “Is that so? Tell me more then.” His voice was more monotone than you expected but he couldn’t stop his smug expression.

You weren’t one to back down however, “Yeah I mean I just couldn’t stop staring at him. I feel like he carried the movie. He was easily the best character,” Your sarcastic tone didn’t go unnoticed.

Scaramouche leaned towards your face and while you thought he was going to kiss you, he only flicked your forehead. He let out a small chuckle before walking back to the living room.

“You’re such an asshole!” You shouted from the kitchen.

“And you’re a pain in the ass!” He shouted back.

“What a little bitch,” You mumbled to yourself before joining him again.

Even if others may view the relationship as a bit odd, you two knew you couldn’t be with any other. You two matched perfectly, some may call it soulmates or twin flames.

You guys never talked about those sort of things but it was pretty clear that you both know each other better than anyone ever could.

Scaramouche loved how you can put him in his place. Most people are too scared to do so or avoid him all together.

You don’t care. He doesn’t intimidate you. Which in turn, makes him fall more for you.

On the other hand, you love how Scaramouche is quick to bring you down to reality. He doesn’t sugarcoat things like how others might do. He isn’t one to cater towards someone’s feelings if he truly cares about them. If you’re being an unreasonable asshat, he’ll be the first to tell you.

All these things do lead to constant bickering. His quick mouth and your sarcasm was like watching an in person soap opera. Even if sometimes it does get tiring to listen to when people hang out with you guys.

No matter what, you both were content and blissful.

Sure things could’ve been handled way differently. It was never the most healthiest or smoothest ways of doing things. However, if you two had to relive the previous conflicts if it means being together in end.

You both would do it again in a heartbeat.

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A/N: I was rewatching 10 things i hate about you while writing this so the scenes should be accurate. Please watch the movie if you haven’t!! BUTT OMGGG last chapter of ttme finally done!! Tysm to everyone who has read this shit show from when it started till now it means the world to me! I originally didn’t think i’d stick by with it for so long but here we are. Your patience and support truly kept me motivated throughout the entire thing so thank you once again 😭 I’ll start my next smau soon so be ready! I’ll also put out a bonus chapter with how things would’ve been different if y/n went with xiao so be on the lookout!

Synopsis: You’re a new idol that just debuted under ‘Fontaine Entertainment’ with your new single ‘Espresso.’ You just graduated high school which means all your classmates are shocked to see you into stardom. Including your old situationship, who happens to be an actor.

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[nerds-yearbook]

The first episode of Deep Space Nine aired on January 3, 1993. DSN was the first spin-off of the Star Trek the Next Generation universe. There were plans to feature the STNG character Ro Laren, but the actess Michelle Forbes did not want to commit to the series at the time. In place of Ro, a new character was created named Kira Nerys (Nana Visitor). Colm Meaney continued in this series as his STNG character Miles O'brien. Patrick Stewert made a cameo in his role as Captain Jean Luc Picard. The episode introduced several new characters, including Commander Benjamin 'Ben' Sisko (Avery Brooks), Constable Odo (Rene Aberjonois), Doctor Julian Bashir (Alexander Siddig), Lt. Jadzia Dax (Terry Farrell), Jake Sisko (Cirroc Lofton), Quark (Armin Shimerman), and Nog (Aron Eisenberg). Felicia M. Bell appeared as Jennifer Sisko, the wife of Ben and mother of Jake, who died in this episode. The events in the episode took place in 2367 and 2369. The show took place at a space station on the edge of a wormhole. The episode also portrayed the Battle of Wolf 359, which previously had only been referred to due to budget restraints. The episode also introduced the Runabouts vehichles. ("Emissary", Deep Space Nine, TV, Event)

[mariocki]

A dastardly Patrick Troughton sets his sights on the heroes, as wicked Bill Mace, member of dope smuggling ring, in Dial 999: Thames Division (1.5, ABC, 1958)

[venussaidso]

𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗞𝗲𝘁𝘂-𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮

warnings: mentions of drug abuse and suicide.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 (2006)

A Ketu film related to one's roots, ancestry, heirdom, and hunger for power. All themes which I have touched on to be Ketu, and will be further exploring in the future.

It stars Magha Moon Steven Strait as the protagonist and Mula ASC Sebastian Stan as the antagonist.

Magha Moon Steven Strait plays Caleb who is grappling with the legacy of his ancestors. He is the leader of the covenant.

Sebastian Stan portrays the power hungry force who wants to will the power of the covenant's members. The other characters are portrayed by Moon nakshatra natives. All of them are warlocks who have supernatural powers inherited from their powerful ancestors. Sebastian Stan's character is “a teenage warlock who is the descendant of the long-banished fifth family of witches from the Ipswich Colony, who formed a covenant of silence to protect them.”

Rohini Sun, Mula Moon Toby Hemingway & Rohini Moon Taylor Kitsch play the other members of the covenant.

Moon nakshatras, along with Ketu nakshatras, are constantly seen in witch roles; such as almost the entire witch cast of AHS: Coven being portrayed by Ketu nakshatra natives!!!

𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘺𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴 (1978)

Another Ketu film about one's ancestry roots and their pressure around legacy – this time starring an Ashwini native.

The story follows Dave, played by Ashwini Sun Eric Roberts, the grandson of a powerful clan leader.

The Stepanowicz family represents a deep connection to Romani traditions and their way of life, emphasizing the importance of lineage and cultural identity. The clan leader, recognizing the importance of preserving their traditions, seeks to pass on his leadership role to his Ashwini grandson who he deems worthy.

𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨-𝘊𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 (2021)

In this film, the Ketu native is depicted as running away from his roots, meaning to forge a new life separate from his past. Shang-Chi is played by Ashwini Sun Simu Liu. And his father is a powerful leader of the Ten Rings terrorist organization.

Instead of Shang-Chi rejecting his roots entirely, he learns to embrace his strength, face his past and accept his lineage, choosing to redefine it on his own terms.

𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳 𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 (2007)

When the King of Far, Far Away dies, Arthur Pendragon learns that he is next in line to the throne. But he doesn't want to rule, as he lacks the confidence and fears he isn't capable of being a king. But due to his roots, though unknown, he has no choice. He is voiced by Magha ASC, Mula Moon Justin Timberlake.

According to legends, King Arthur Pendragon is a folk hero who ruled Britain. I find it so f*cking awesome that he has been portrayed by Ketu natives through movies/TV shows. And being already voiced by Justin Timberlake, who is especially Magha Ascendant, validates my other observations even more of this heirdom theme in Ketu nakshatras. It really all started with my The Spoiled Brat Archetype post, which turned to providing more old money character examples. Now, Magha nakshatra is literally symbolized by a throne, representing heirdom, authority, power, and especially ancestral lineage.

Magha Moon Clive Owen portrays Arthur Pendragon in the film King Arthur (2004) while possible Mula Moon Bradley James plays the folk hero in the show Merlin.

Mula ASC Alexandre Astier plays King Arthur in the show Kaamelott. And then Mula ASC Graham Chapman is King Arthur in the film Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Ashwini Moon Iain De Caestecker is King Arthur in the series The Winter King. Mula ASC Boris Karloff played King Arthur in the video production of A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court.

Ashwini Moon Sean Patrick Flanery is King Arthur in the show Guinevere. Magha Sun Mel Ferrer played King Arthur in Knights of the Round Table. Mula ASC Kenneth More is King Arthur in the film Unidentified Flying Oddball. Mula Moon James Faulkner is King Arthur in the mini series "Wizards" Battle Royal.

Also, in the series Succession, the character Kendall Roy is pretty much the heir to the media empire of his powerful father. He is portrayed by Mula Sun Jeremy Armstrong.

In the series Royal Pains, Mula Moon Andrew McCarthy plays Marshall Bryant who is the heir to the blender fortune. While Ashwini ASC Ezra Miller plays his son, Tucker Bryant, now the great-grandson of the inventor of the blender.

I've given a lot of examples of Ketu female characters who exhibit a lot of power-hungry tendencies first, especially to the point of instability. This is not uncommon at all, though I see it less with Ketu male characters. But it's interesting how much power they all gather, magnetize or internalize.

I talk more about their dynamic with Rahuvians in this post, and it's interesting how they interact.

While Rahuvians struggle with Maya while they rise in power, Ketuvians struggle more internally. The trope of the rich kid who struggles with extreme mental issues or drug abuse tends to be Ketuvian. In the film The Gentleman (2019), Ashwini ASC Eliot Sumner plays Laura Pressfield who comes from old money. Laura struggles with drug abuse and wants to escape from the culture. In the series Political Animals, Mula ASC Sebastian Stan plays T.J. Hammond who is the first openly gay child of a U.S. president, struggling with drugs and alcohol as a way to numb himself. In the film Franklyn, Magha ASC and Ashwini Moon Eva Green plays Emilia Bryant who comes from a wealthy family but is an unstable artist who has deep emotional struggles which lead to her suicide. In the film American Psycho, Ashwini Moon Christian Bale plays Patrick Bateman who comes from wealth but he is deeply mentally ill and internally miserable. In the series Succession, Mula Sun Jeremy Armstrong plays Kendall Roy who comes from wealth but he suffers from drug addiction. In the Spanish series Elite, Ashwini Moon María Pedraza plays Marina Osuna who is top in her class and is from an extremely wealthy family — yet she is deeply troubled, ill and spirals out of control, going against her family. In the Indian version of this series, Class, Ashwini Moon Anjali Sivaraman plays the same character. In the film Cruel Intentions, Ashwini Sun Sarah Michelle Gellar plays Kathryn Merteuil who is another Ketuvian rich kid with a drug addiction. Magha Sun Amy Adams played the same character in Cruel Intentions 2; and in the 2024 series remake of the story, Ashwini Sun Sarah Catherine Hook plays the same character but with a different name, Caroline Merteuil.