#talking about The Strangers 2008

[deathnguts]

I’m not fun to watch serious slasher movies with because if you shit on the victims for reacting irrationally in a traumatizing situation then I’m exploding you with my mind

[doublestandardlove]

my brain can't seem to reconcile the fact that the woman who got my friend saying diabolical shit like "hey, he can match my freak" also played mimi in rent

[jadewritesficshere]

Older!Eddie makes a point to drive to the Garfield statues in Grant County, Indiana and take a picture with each one in honor of his Uncle Wayne

[misconceivedcapricorn]

you guys should appreciate how batshit insane Penny Lamb is more like,,, guys,,, she stalked her celebrity crush because she had the 'i can fix him' mentality after he became a homophobic misogynist and then when she found out she couldn't she gave him a dramatic monologue and then bit him

[tomhardysprostate]

x

[bqu1nns]

hello!!! my apologies i know someone requested a q fic that i posted an hour ago BUT i deleted it, not knowing that it would delete the inbox request (im dumb) BUT ITS HERE!!! whoever u are, this is for u lol!

the perspective of where i wrote this from is that you're sal’s youngest sister (maybe 6-7 years younger than him BUT you aren't a minor to brian dont worry!!!!) but he would've never ever imagined you and brian, his best friend, to ever hook up with one another. if he ever found out, he’d probably never talk to either one of you guys ever again. also this is set in 2008 maybe ?? peak tenderloins era. i think … 

brian quinn ☠︎︎ daddy’s girl

1376 words ♡

you awoke from the sound of your doorbell ringing at an ungodly hour. 2:37 am read your clock in bright and blaring red lighting. it made you jump slightly but nonetheless, you took some time to orient yourself, your heart already racing from the sudden interruption. lazily, you got up and started to question… who the HELL could that even be at my door at this hour?

you didn't know anyone that would come up unannounced, hell, your apartment complex wasn't the kind of building to let in strangers to show up, especially in the middle of the night. you grabbed a spare hoodie (brian's hoodie…) throwing it over your tank top as you padded towards the door. 

then, all of a sudden, came a knock. three sharp taps, followed by a familiar, deep voice — one that you could always hear in the back of your mind.

��it’s me. baby please, open up”.

brian fucking quinn.

what was he doing here and why must it be at 2:40 in the morning? you unlock the door, opening it just enough to see him standing there, illuminated by the orange glow of your apartment's hallway. he looked… disheveled. like he woke up on the wrong side of his bed (he did). his hair was messy, like he’d been running it through his hands over and over, black hoodie with a jacket hanging open over it. 

but it was his face that really made you take a second look. his eyes – those stupid, downturnt eyes that were too expressive for his own good– were tired and red-rimmed, as if he hadn't slept for a day or two. 

something stinged in your heart but you broke the silence, “brian?”, you whispered softly, your voice still riddled with sleep and confusion. “what are you doing here?”. 

he let out a shaky breath, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked at you through the crack of the door, “m’sorry angel”, he spoke, low and rough. “i… i know it's late and you should probably be sleeping but i couldnt… i didn't know where else to go except here”. 

in that moment, you swung the door open, letting him in. he hesitated for a second, like he wasn't too sure if he should step inside but as he did, you caught the faint smell of his cologne, familiar and homely in a way that made your chest ache for him. 

“i couldn't stop thinking about you hon”, he said, words almost feeling too frantic and rushed, as if they’d been bottled in for too long. “every time i try to do the right thing and just stay away, it just… it never fuckin’ works. it never works and i never want it to work. but tonight, i just– i couldn't stay away. not in a million years”.

he seemed like he was on the verge of falling apart if you hadn't caught the tears gathering in his eyes. it was too much to take.

“ya think it's easy for me?”, he continued, voice breaking slightly. “i hate sneaking around to see you. i.. we cant even go on dates together and i just hate lying to sal. i hate feeling like im ruining everything. but not seeing you? pretending like you dont matter to me? pretending that the thing that we have is nothing? baby, that's worse. that's so much worse”.

“brian…” you start, but he shakes his head, stepping closer to you. 

“no”, he cuts you off gently. “just…please listen”, his hand at your hip, his thumb tracing a slow pattern against your skin. 

“you're so stubborn, you know that?”, he murmured, his voice soft. “you act like you don't want all this. like you don't need me or that you're fine keeping this… whatever this is… a complete secret. but trust me, i can see right through you baby”.

your breath hitches as he drags his thumb across your bottom lip, his gaze following the movement as if he was trying to memorize every second of it. “every time i touch you”, his voice deep, “you melt. you let me in, even though you're so scared of what might happen if someone found out. but right now? right now, it's just you and me”. 

it’s like you're under his spell. 

“still scared, baby?”, he asked, leaning down just enough that his lips were merely a breath away from yours. 

“no. no i’m not”, you whisper. you tried to sound confident but the tremble in your voice gave it away.

“but brian we shouldn't—”.

“i don’t care”, he says, voice making your heart ache. “you've been driving me insane, baby. do you even know how hard it is to hold back whenever i see you?”.

his lips find your neck, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses all over your skin, each one making it more and more difficult to think. “let me take care of you baby. just tonight. no one has to know, i swear”.

you knew you had to stop this that there were a billion reasons why this was a horrible idea but when his hands gripped your waist and his teeth grazed the sensitive spot on the right side of your neck, every reason just went away. 

your breath hitched, the air between you both feeling impossibly warm. his soft touch was just enough to make you whimper, his hands leading you to the bedroom like he was afraid you might slip away from him forever.

“you don't know how long i've been waiting for this, bri”, you murmured against his skin. “to have you like this— i've been thinking about it for so long and it just seemed impossible..”

“brian..” you managed to whisper, your voice shaky as he got into your bed. you begin to curl his hair with your fingers as he's on top of you. you tug him back up to kiss you but this time, it was so much more slower and deeper, his tongue teasing yours as he kissed you like he had all the time in the world.

“i love the way you say my name”, he said, soft and low. his fingers trailed your body up and down, leaving goosebumps in its wake. he leaned down and slid his hand between your thighs, his fingers teasing your slick folds. you gasped, your hips lifting off of the bed as you sought more of his touch. he wanted it too, slipping one finger inside of you, then two, curling them just right to hit that spot that made you see stars. 

you moaned, your head falling back against a pile of pillows as he worked quicker and quicker. his rings brushed against your inner thighs, the cold metal being a total opposite to the heat of his skin. each thrust sent shivers racing down your body. his fingers stretched you out deliciously, making you arch your back, pressing your hips against his hand 

he rubbed tight circles around your clit with his thumb, plunging it deeper than you ever felt before. the rough texture of his skin and the coolness of his rings made a maddening combination of sensations. your juices flowed freely, coating his fingers while making obscene wet sounds as he worked harder and harder towards your orgasm. 

“look at you, so desperate for my touch”, he growled, breathing heavily. “your pretty little pussy’s grippin’ my fingers so tightly, like she doesn't want to let them go”, he chuckles. 

he curled his fingers rougher inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your toes curl and your vision blur. at the same time, he pinched your clit between his thumb and forefinger, the cold metal of his rings making you scream out in pleasure. 

you cried out, your inner walls clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed over you. he helped you work through your climax, fingers never stopping until you collapsed back onto the bed, spent and trembling. 

he pulled out his fingers, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean, “fuck, baby, you taste better than i remembered. i could finger this sweet pussy all night long”. 

and you let him show you how good he could make you feel. 

[starkwlkr]

the perfect dad | lewis hamilton

warnings: child loss, depression, online hate (if these topics are sensitive to you, please don’t read, your health is much more important!!)

The day Y/n and Lewis met, it felt magical, those were her exact words. It was 2008, a year after his F1 debut. Y/n, at the time, didn’t know anything about the sport other than the cars go really fast and there’s a world champion every year. She worked as a presenter alongside Natalie Pinkham. It took one interview for Lewis Hamilton to fall in love with Y/n L/n. After their interview, Lewis asked her out and from then on, they were named the paddock’s it couple.

Their relationship was made public after Lewis won his first championship and kissed Y/n on live tv. It became a regular occurrence for them. After every race win, Lewis would be interviewed by his girlfriend and interrupt her for a kiss.

The year was 2011 and after three years of dating, Lewis had proposed to Y/n and of course she said yes. The wedding was small with only close family and friends attending. Their perfect family was slowly forming and that’s all they could ever hope for.

Five months after the wedding, Y/n and Lewis found out the incredible news. They were going to be parents to a little boy or girl. Lewis immediately started buying baby related items and asked his father and brother for help on the nursery even if Y/n had no visible bump yet.

“We’re going to be parents!” Lewis kissed Y/n’s lips as he held the pregnancy test in his hands.

“The baby is going to be so loved.” Y/n smiled.

Everything was going perfectly fine. Y/n and Lewis went to all the checkups, Y/n read any books in order to prepare while Lewis dealt with baby proofing their entire house. They were more than ready for Baby Hamilton.

When the day finally came, Y/n was scared. She held onto Lewis’ hand tightly as the doctors and nurses motivated her to push. Her body ached and sweat began to form on her face.

“You can do this, love, you’re the strongest woman I know. Think about our little baby. They’ll be here soon.” Lewis whispered in her ear then gave her a kiss.

“Lew, I’m tired.” Y/n replied, breathing heavily.

“I know and I’m so sorry I can’t take your pain away. You can do this, Y/n, just a few more pushes.” Lewis said.

It felt like forever, but Baby Hamilton had finally arrived, the only problem was that neither Y/n or Lewis heard any baby cries. Y/n looked over at Lewis, who was just as confused as his wife.

“Where’s our baby, Lewis? I can’t hear them.” Y/n started to sit up, but the nurses told her calm down and sit back down. “No, I want my baby. Where are you taking them?”

Lewis instantly knew what had happened. Baby Hamilton didn’t even take their first breath. Lewis took his wife into his arms and let her cry as the doctors took their baby away.

“Our baby. . .” Y/n sobbed as Lewis held her. His heart had broken into millions of pieces. Why did it have to happen to him and Y/n?

For six months, Y/n stayed in her and Lewis’ room. She became a stranger. She skipped out races making the media believe that her and Lewis had divorced. Everytime a friend or family member reached out to her, she would push them away. Lewis tried his hardest to talk to her, but she would either kick him out of their room or leave the house then return an hour later.

It was supposed to be Baby Hamilton’s seventh month when Lewis finally got Y/n out of the house. Y/n had apologized to her husband for pushing him away when they were both grieving the loss of their baby.

“Baby Hamilton is with us always.” Lewis showed Y/n a tattoo that he had recently gotten last weekend. It was Baby Hamilton’s birth date along with a tiny heart. The tattoo was on his wrist so whenever he missed his child, which was often, he looked down at the ink and remember them.

“I love you, Lewis.”

After their talk, Y/n and Lewis got changed and dressed to go out to a restaurant to eat. It wasn’t one of those fancy ones that Lewis took Y/n whenever it was an birthday or anniversary or just because he felt like it. It was a small restaurant that sold vegan food that both Lewis and Y/n loved so much.

“Taste this,” Y/n held up her sandwich for Lewis to taste. He took one bite and stole the sandwich from Y/n’s hands. “Hey! You ordered the wrap!”

“But this one tastes good too! I’ll order you another one, love.” Lewis got up and walked to the counter to order another sandwich. While he was gone, Y/n could hear camera clicks and saw flashing lights from the corner of her eye. Paparazzi had found them. Of course every celebrity hated paparazzi, but Y/n absolutely despised them.

She felt uncomfortable as her body had obviously changed from the pregnancy and from her not taking good care of it after. She tried to ignore it, but soon some paparazzi had yelled out her name. It was impossible to ignore now.

“Y/n! You look different! Tell Lewis to order you more food, you look skinny!”

That was all it took for her to start crying.

When Lewis returned, he saw the paparazzi outside. “Let’s go home, come on.” He said and took off his hoodie. He gave the hoodie to Y/n and as she put it on, he asked a waiter for boxes to take their food home. “Ignore them, we’ll be home soon.”

As they left the restaurant, the paparazzi got more pictures of Y/n hiding her face from the camera. It was clear that she had lost tons of weight after the pregnancy. As Lewis opened the car door for her, a man called out for Y/n once again.

“Mate, fuck off.” Lewis said and walked to his side of the car. On their way home, Y/n ranted to Lewis about how the paparazzi makes her feel and him being the best husband, he listened to every word she had to say.

When they arrived home, Y/n walked into the house, Lewis slowly followed her. He was picturing them coming home from lunch of dinner with Baby Hamilton in a stroller. That was his version of a great day.

“It’s too quiet here, Lew. I don’t like it.” Y/n sighed.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Lewis grabbed her hand and together they walked to their shared bedroom. Baby Hamilton’s nursery was right across from their bedroom. It remained untouched ever since Lewis and his father finished painting the walls and installing the furniture.

“We are going to get through this, Lewis Hamilton. I know we are.” Y/n faced her husband.

A new year came and so did new changes. Y/n still remained with returned back to work with Sky Sports F1 and Lewis was still with Mercerdes. After every race, Lewis would look down at his wrist and see the date that belonged to Baby Hamilton.

“Well Lewis, it’s been a hectic week for you, where to start, but firstly I want to ask about something the fans noticed you’ve been doing at every race and that is you kiss your wrist before getting into your car. Is there any meaning behind that?” A lady from ESPN asked him during the Monza Grand Prix.

“There is a meaning and it’s something only my wife and I know about. It’s something to represent that my child, who is now looking down at me, is always with me. It’s to represent that no matter what, I’m always going to be their dad.” Lewis proudly stated.

Y/n watched from a tv inside the Mercedes hospitality as her husband was being interviewed. The couple had talked about announcing Baby Hamilton before since during the pregnancy, no one other than close friends and family knew. Lewis wanted to make sure Y/n was okay with announcing it before anything else.

After Lewis was done with his interview, the tv changed to another interview happening live. Y/n knew it would be a while before Lewis returned so she went onto twitter to distract her mind, which was the wrong move.

Her name was trending after the paparazzi photos of her and Lewis were finally posted. Mean twitter users were pointing out how skinny and tired she looked.

formula1facts this is hamilton’s wife?😂

paddockinsider someone give her a burger

lolurnotmichaelschumacher Lewis finds her attractive?? get this man glasses or something

Her mentions were all about her body. Every single one of them were how she had changed. Without thinking, she went to her settings and pressed the ‘delete account’ option.

Y/n and Lewis continued with their lives, occasionally having breakdowns when they remembered how their child was taken from them too soon. But that didn’t mean Y/n and Lewis stopped calling themselves parents. They were still a mom and a dad, their child was just waiting for them in the sky.

One day, Lewis had the bright idea to bring up a solution to the quietness in their house. A dog. The couple was laying in bed in a hotel since the Singapore Grand Prix was just a few days away.

“A dog? Are you sure we’re ready to have a dog? We travel like crazy and who would take care of them when you and I can’t?” Y/n asked.

“Dad could or we could just bring them on the road with us. Everyone loves dogs.” Lewis said.

“Something tells me you already have one in mind. Did you adopt a dog and didn’t tell me?” Y/n chuckled.

“Not really. But I can ask around.”

Lewis did just that. Eventually he did find the perfect dog for him and his wife. After the 2013 season ended, Lewis took a well needed vacation with Y/n where he would surprise her with their dog. When Y/n met the dog, she was in love.

“What their name?” Y/n asked as she scratched the dog’s belly.

“Roscoe.”

Roscoe became a family member. He wasn’t ‘just a dog’. He traveled with Lewis and Y/n, ate with them, slept on their bed. He was their second child. A few months after adopting Roscoe, Coco came into their lives. Both Y/n and Lewis treated the dogs as if they were their own kids because in a way, they were.

Often Lewis would show Roscoe and Coco the ultrasound pictures of Baby Hamilton and would tell them how excited he was to be a dad. Y/n would smile so much as how Lewis talked to their dogs. It didn’t matter if they were a dog or an actual baby, Lewis Hamilton was the perfect dad.

[vettelsvee]

ONE CALL AWAY SERIES | Oscar Piastri

f1 masterlist | ask me anything or let's talk!

oscar piastri x booktoker and librarian!reader | based on 2023

for more information to the reader: ❥ in this series, oscar and reader will communicate mainly via email (except when they get to know each other but you'll see) ❥ it contains secret identity and friends to lovers tropes. ❥ some parts might include sensitive content. pay attention to trigger warnings at the beginning of each part. ❥ english is not my first language so apologies for any mistakes that you can read here!

started: AUGUST 28TH 2024 currently status: on going | last updated: august 28th masterlist under the cut !

taglist: [feel free to tell me so i can tag you and you don't miss anything!]

a/n: done with posting series, finally about to start updating them let's goooooo. i'll be waiting for your anons and feedback as well :) also look at what crossover we'll have :))

© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

If there was one thing that defined Y/N Y/L/N's life, it was its surrealism.

The girl never had the chance to live a perfect life, and she didn't even know what that was. At just a few months old, she had to move to Spain due to the sudden death of her mother, and a few years later, she ended up returning to Austria, her birth country, when her father's health began to deteriorate quickly due to the cancer diagnosis he got during Christmas 2008. While other children her age were being raised by their parents or grandparents, the only role models she knew were her older sister, Diana, and her uncles, who took her in after Bernhard Y/L/N passed away. As if that weren't enough, over the years, the declining reputation and controversies surrounding both her older sisters made her the target of constant insults and being ridiculed, which only intensified when she tried to remain unnoticed.

For this reason, when Vivian Huber, the only person who had always been there for her and whom she considered much more than a best friend, completely disappeared from her life without any explanation or farewell, Y/N began to question more than just whether she was a good person, if everyone she had come into contact with had only done so to take advantage of her and her family's position.

Not knowing what to do with her life after a year of her mental health deteriorating, focusing solely on spending time with family, working at a local bookstore, recording content for her TikTok account, and secretly running fan accounts and writing fanfictions, Y/N, knowing she had nothing to lose, eventually accepted her sister and brother-in-law's proposal to accompany them to New York for the filming of History, the documentary about their 15 years in Formula 1.

What Y/N Y/L/N didn't know was that starting a friendship via email with a stranger could, rather than help her overcome her problems, lead her into many more, especially when at the same time started to get closer to one of the 2023 Formula 1 rookies, Oscar Piastri.

[aziraphales-library]

hi :D big fan of what y'all are doing here, it looks like a lot of work/time <2

I was looking for fics that involve the language of flowers, since i haven't found a lot

thanks :D

I'm sure we've recommendations fics like this before, but can I cannot find the posts. Oh well, here are some for you...

Honeysuckle and White Jasmine by HolyCatsAndRabbits (E)

While on a bad blind date at a coffee shop, bookshop owner Aziraphale meets a gorgeous red-haired barista. Also Aziraphale knows flower language and he's not afraid to use it. So now Aziraphale was going on a date with someone Tracy knew. Since Tracy had arranged it, Aziraphale let her pick the place as well: Double Double, a new coffee shop. Tracy had promised that the shop was lovely and had a selection of rich desserts, which was honestly the part that had convinced Aziraphale. Aziraphale’s one bit of defiance was the flowers. He had a book or two in his shop on flower language, and he’d decided that the bouquet was going to be the sweetener for the day (besides the dessert), the spoonful of sugar that helped the medicine go down. Yellow carnations: Disdain, disappointment, rejection. Red snapdragon: Deception. Purple columbine: foolishness. White candytuft: indifference. And finally butterfly weed, a bright little orange cluster flower, which meant Let me go! Armed with his passive-aggressive (but quite lovely smelling) bouquet, Aziraphale took a cab to Double Double.

i am just the (new invention) by littlesnowpea (T)

A list of hobbies Crowley has picked up over the past 6000 years: -gardening -cooking -fashion -pining for Aziraphale -making YouTube videos A list of hobbies Aziraphale has picked up over the past 6000 years: -reading -book restoration -music -pining for Crowley -commenting on Crowley’s YouTube videos When Aziraphale starts giving Crowley flowers, Crowley takes to his YouTube channel to discuss the meaning behind it, where Aziraphale comments encouragement to confess his feelings – under an alias, of course. There is absolutely no way any of this could ever go wrong.

The Language of Flowers by GreenGlitchBitch (T)

“We can communicate through flowers! It’s being talked about in Britain. Hasn’t quite caught on yet, so we wouldn’t be too suspicious” Aziraphale said. Basically, Crowley and Aziraphale are in love throughout the ages, and in order to keep their respective head offices from knowing, they use flowers to send each other messages.

you took my soul and wiped it clean by staringatstars (G)

On a summer afternoon, a stranger in a cream-colored vest and coat walked into Crowley's flower shop with a rather odd request: "What sort of floral arrangement would you make for one whom you love very much, even whilst knowing they could never feel the same?"

Pressed Flowers by TheNoctambulist (T)

A romance between two business owners of London's SoHo. Anthony Crowley, proud owner of Eden (Producer of Fine Flowers and Bouquets since 2008), didn't expect to find love in his life. Ever. He had his plants, and what more could a florist want? But when Aziraphale Fell, a slightly fussy, altogether chaotic bookshop owner wanders into his shop looking for a bouquet, he begins to question what he really wants at all.

Pray For Us, Icarus by Atalan (Series, G-T)

For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley's flower shop. But Crowley can't let it go...

- Mod D

[sdwolfpup]

More Joy Day 2024 is next week!

And I finally put together a real post about it. Progress!

What is More Joy Day? An explanation cribbed from my original post:

Years ago, I was reading the American Idol recaps over on Televisionwithoutpity.com and I came to this paragraph, written by the recapper Jacob:

Some dick cuts you off on the highway, and you give yourself the pass to be a dick to the next five customers, and your bad mood fades by lunchtime, and you forget the dick on the highway, you forget the color of his car, you forget how he was on the phone with his ex-wife, yelling about custody of their kids, and how he never meant to cut you off in the first place, he was just distracted. Your day continues as planned, and at lunch you check your websites and read a funny recap, and you maybe laugh out loud, and you go home and watch TV. But those five guys give themselves the pass to be dicks to the next five -- they're having a bad day, so it's okay just this once, and they're happy again by lunch -- and those twenty-five become six hundred twenty-five, and those six twenty-five become a million, and you've added to the sum total of anger in the world. But it works with love, too, and kindness. ... Your donation is something tangible, but what it means is something altogether more powerful, and it's that you continue to stand, and you continue to remember that you're not alone, and with reverence for this fact, you can't help but add to joy. Which is your entire job, from the day you're born until the day you die: more joy.

These times are desperately in need of joy, and it is incumbent on us to do our small part if we can, to send the ripples out into the world.

So every year since 2008, in the interest of spreading more joy, I’ve proposed that on a designated day in early January we each engage in one act, either online or physical space (or both!), which brings joy to another person, in the hopes that that person will spread that joy further, and exponentially onward.

This year's More Joy Day will be on Friday, January 12!

EVERYONE is welcome and encouraged to participate in even the smallest way! Some ideas of things we can do, fannish and otherwise:

Write a fic, make a podcast, make a vid, or make a fanart for someone.

Buy someone paid discord or tumblr or Dreamwidth time.

Leave someone a nice comment on their work.

Say something nice about someone.

Say something nice about something fannish you love and encourage squee.

Donate five dollars to the charity of someone's choice.

Send flowers to an online friend in a different city.

Buy someone you know a present.

Plant a tree or a flower in someone's honor and take a picture of it and post it.

When somebody cuts you off on the road, wish them well and hope they get where they’re going safely.

Make somebody a friendship bracelet. Or a construction paper heart.

Call someone you love and tell them so.

Buy someone lunch.

Give a stranger a compliment.

Put up a Zoom background celebrating the person you're talking to.

Or anything else you can think of! The sky's the limit.

Then on Friday, make a tumblr or DW post or tweet or skeet or snapchat or WHATEVER, saying what you've done (and/or a note that it's More Joy day), and that will hopefully help spread things further.

I look forward to sharing the joy with all of you!

[queer-cinephile]

30 Days of Classic Queer Hollywood

Day 20: Farley Granger (1925 - 2011)

"I was never ashamed, and I never felt the need to explain or apologize for my relationships to anyone... I have loved men. I have loved women."

Farley Granger was an American actor who starred in nearly 40 films, mostly in the 1940s and 1950s. He is best known for his starring roles in Hitchcock's Rope (1948) and Strangers on a Train (1951).

Granger was a bisexual man, enjoying relationships with men and women equally. He was relatively open about this for the time, and was not afraid to be seen with other people suspected to be queer.

Granger was interviewed in 1996 and was asked about his experiences being queer in the golden age of Hollywood.

"You always hear about the golden age of Hollywood, but there was so much hypocrisy. All the Metro kids were so beaten in the head, every move was orchestrated. To this day, they still say, 'Oh, Mr. Mayer was so good to me. He was like our daddy.' Bullshit. He was a raging homophobe. All the studio heads were.

Granger was romantically linked to several women in Hollywood, having trysts with Ava Gardner and his costar Joan Evans, as well as engagements to actresses Janice Rule and Shelley Winters.

He was romantically linked to men such as Leonard Bernstein and Arthur Laurents, the screenwriter of Rope (1948).

"Who was sleeping with whom -- male or female -- was hushed up by the studios. They could tear up your contract and you'd be through if there was talk that you were gay."

He was in a 45-year relationship with a man named Robert Calhoun, from 1963 until Calhoun's death in 2008.

[liliesmultiverse]

⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙ 1st tvd reality intro!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ reality info!!

: ̗̀➛ it's currently september 1, 2009

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ about me!!

name: elena liliana gilbert

nickname(s): lily, lils, lil, lena, lenny, el, ellie, buttercup

age: 17

date of birth: june 22, 1992

birthplace: mystic falls, virginia

ethnicity: greek-bulgarian

species: human doppelgänger (currently)

height: 5’4”

occupation: high school junior & bartender at the mystic grill

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

other info: i still look exactly like elena did in the show except i have long curly blonde hair, light green eyes and freckles across the bridge of my nose & cheeks

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my backstory!!

: ̗̀➛ i was born on june 22, 2008 in mystic falls, virginia to isobel flemming & johnathan ‘john’ gilbert iii, though neither of them wanted me so i was ‘adopted’ immediately after my birth. when i was 11, bonnie showed me & caroline her magic and swore us to secrecy and when i was 13, i accidentally found johnathan gilbert’s journals and learned about the existence of vampires. after learning about vampires, i convinced my parents to enroll me into boxing, taekwondo & aikido classes. when i started high school, i joined the softball team instead of doing cheerleading. a few weeks before my adoptive parents death, i managed to convince them to let me & jeremy get matching tattoo’s with jenna and secretly had the tattoo artist add vervain into the ink (shhh, it works in my dr).

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my adopted aunt & guardian!!

name: jenna sommers

nickname(s): aunt jen, jj

age: 29

date of birth: january 29, 1980

birthplace: mystic falls, virginia

species: human (currently)

height: 5’6”

occupation: college student

sexuality: straight

pronouns: she/her

other info: she doesn’t die, she has a vervain tattoo so she can’t be compelled, shortly after miranda & grayson's death me and jeremy told her about the supernatural world (i had to convince bonnie to show her magic for her to fully believe us though)

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my younger brother!!

name: jeremy gilbert

nickname(s): jer

age: 14

date of birth: october 13, 1994

birthplace: mystic falls, virginia

species: human (currently)

height: 6’0”

occupation: high school sophomore

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: he/him

other info: he doesn’t do drugs, he has a vervain tattoo, he doesn’t have any sort of relationship w/ vicki bc he’s a minor & she’s not, we have a very close sibling bond and can talk to each other about anything, knows about the supernatural world because i told him shortly after finding the journals

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my future husband!!

name: thomas james salvatore

nickname(s): tom, tommy

age: 29/174

date of birth: january 24, 1835

birthplace: mystic falls, virginia

ethnicity: greek, mexican & italian

species: heretic

height: 6’4”

sexuality: pansexual

pronouns: he/him

our trope: slowburn enemies to lovers

other info: older paternal half-brother of damon & stefan, his mother was an extremely powerful witch, best friends with katherine pierce & knows she’s not in the tomb, has a terrible relationship with damon but gets along fairly well with stefan, absolutely despised his father, possessive but not controlling

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my future husband!!

name: kol mikaelson

nickname(s): koala

age: 19/1027

date of birth: august 4, 982

birthplace: mystic falls, virginia

ethnicity: norse

species: original vampire

height: 6’1”

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: he/him

our trope: strangers to lovers, fastburn

other info: he'll be very sweet to me and only me, possessive but not controlling

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my best friend!!

name: caroline elizabeth forbes

nickname(s): care, carrie, carebear, bubbles

age: 16

date of birth: october 10, 1992

birthplace: mystic falls, virginia

species: human (currently)

height: 5’8”

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

other info: she has a vervain bracelet that sheila spelled so only caroline can take it off, she won’t ever sleep with damon (he's gross for even thinking of sleeping with a minor), she’s much more confident in herself, she’s been taking aikido & boxing classes with me, knows about the supernatural world

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my best friend!!

name: bonnie sheila bennett

nickname(s): bon, bonbon, bee, blossom

age: 16

date of birth: february 5, 1993

birthplace: mystic falls, virginia

ethnicity: greek

species: witch

height: 5’2”

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

other info: she’s known about & been learning magic from sheila since she was 8 years old, she’s been taking taekwondo & aikido classes with me

[yey56]

Villainous x reader that can dress up and imitate people perfectly

Part two of (same reader):

DR FLUG 🧪:

He was finally getting used to the chaotic bomb you were but one day, while eating in the kitchen he saw someone he didn't recognise walking around the manor.

Terrified his boss would punish him for letting a stranger get into the house, he quickly got up to either shot the stranger or just kick them out.

Imagine the surprise he got when he heard your voice when the stranger talked to him. Flug was found again completely speechless.

You explained that the main reason you always got away with identity theaf and changing names was because you had a talent on imitating others, not only in the physical form (you're a master of disguise 🥸) but also your seem to be able to fully imitate the tone of voice, the expressions used by someone and even they're little gestures.

You were the definition of a skin-walker but instead of using magic or other kind of spells, you used make up, prosthetics and wigs.

Flug didn't believed this at first but after taking your fake nose off and taking out your wig he started believing you.

Now he's a bit more weary of you even if he doesn't admit it. I mean, you can literally turn into whoever you want if you put enough effort so...

Yeah.

You're still on good terms though, he still appreciates you, he's just shocked (give him time)

Also the way you can imitate voices??? He's certainly usign that ability to hack machinery that's needs voice recognition.

This guy has so many questions. But as well sees so much potential in your disguises for his plans.

You have asked him to make you more realistic prosthetics so you can impersonate better people that have different body types.

He admires you're ability to imitate someone so flawlessly he thinks that your ability is great for a villain.

Flug likes you to accompany him when he is making newer and more precise prothesis for you, he thinks that way you can supervise his work and have more perfect customs.

He has seen you dressed as a man, as a women and as neither and you have nailed in every single one of them. (Pansexual crisis for this paper bag).

Now he understands how you can always escape so effortlessly whenever you commit a crime or how you dodge the authorities so well. You're a master of disguise.

In general you're just another big mystery that he will never fully understand but he will still try, and will never give up (though sometimes he is temper BC how similarly chaotic you seem to be to dementia)

DEMENCIA🦎:

If she already loved you before now she adores you.

She discovered your ability because you were in an infiltration mission so you disguised yourself as a rich young man.

To say she was caught off guard is an understatement.

Demencia watched the whole process and she is still absolutely impressed by how quickly and smoothly you are able to just be someone else.

Heck, you even changed your voice to a manly one!!!

You have offered to make it into a double mission and transform her into the trophy wife of your fake identity, you guys are now Richard and Pamela 🙈🙉🙊

She had so much fun pretending to be some snobby asshole just to later take out a metal bat from her hair and starting hitting the authorities to escape with the money you stole.

I think she loves to dress up and play pretend so you guys do that very often in your free time just for fun.

She weirdly plays along whenever you are "being someone else" for example.

You need to dress up as some old lady so you do the whole disguise and act and talk strictly as the old lady you "are". Well, even after the mission is done, as long as you still are behaving like the character and being in the disguise she treats you like the old woman you damn are!! 👵

Flug: you know she is still the same reader we know and not Enriqueta right?

Demencia: shit up nerd! How dare you disrespect Enriqueta!!!

Enriqueta (Reader): -clearly trying to annoy Flug- this youth is only going to worse

Demencia: damn right grandma.

Flug: absolutely gives up*

She so supportive of whoever you are at the moment.

Also she gets along better with some of your other identities than with others, she once fought you when you were acting as an old ass man (Julian) because he just wouldn't stop being an asshole. (She then apologised to you because after all you're the one recieving the physical punch as well ❤️‍🩹)

Idk man demencia is so chaotic that nothing normal can be expected from her.

Has asked you to try and dress up as the boss for a while but you turned it down knowing it can only go downhill.

Black hat 🎩:

It's strangely supporting of your identities.

I mean, just as demencia, if you are dressed as one of your characters he will address you as them.

Like, for example if Enriqueta fucked it up on something, then he will be saying some nasty stuff about old people but if Richard is the one to do something wrong then he's being sent straight to the resort (and you of course)

Black hat: Enriqueta, your pay will be cut due to your kidney operation

Enriqueta (reader): oh lord 🥺

A few moments later

Reader: hey, wait a minute, Enriqueta didn't have any kidney operation. She will be reclaiming the money

Black hat: she will need one if you don't stop spitting nonsense on her behalf. Oh, and tell Richard that he is getting slow with his work, it would be a shame to also cut his pay 😈

Reader: 🤐

He uses your talent to annoy you from time to time, even though the cut of pay is never to big or to long, since you always end up getting the same salary. He only does it to see you losing it.

And when you are yourself he tell you to control "the others" 🫨

All in all, he somehow respect your amazing ability of impersonating someone, in fact he has made you impersonate some heroes or some of their families just so he can have information about them. You are the perfect spy

And of course since every single one of your personalities has an specific ability or career, he benefits from that. Your like a whole bunch of people in only one.🪆

Has threatened you that, if somehow you ever managed to impersonate him even if only physically, he will make you regret having a skin 😶

It's not really that often when you impersonate someone or dress up as someone else mainly because it takes time to make it perfect, which is what he demand. Therefore he has sent dementia to kidnapped the subject of impersonification for you to study they're face, features and gestures.

Has once or twice kicked you out of the manor when you were dressed as someone else. He knew it was you, he always knows it's you but just to bother you or make your work harder he will do it.

He respects your identities as much as he respects any of his employees which isn't much but hey, at least he doesn't necessarily discriminate against them :).

As you are very VERY attentive and always notice every single detail of things, he often ask you about trivial things that might not be so trivial.

He had the decency kindness to mention you as an excellent example of a skin-walker.

Even though you have no powers, being a simple human, you manage yourself more than well and thats enough for him no to kill you.

505 🐻:

Just as Flug, he was afraid for seeing someone unknown in the manor but after a very VERY long explanation from Flug and you he somehow started assimilating it.

He doesn't treat your other identities as themselves about as you, that's because he doesn't really grasp the whole concept so he just assumes it's you in a really good custom

( he doesn't that you really put yourself in the character to the point of being other personalities you have in yourself)

His favourite personality is Enriqueta because with her he can bake and cook really good meals and because she gives him candy 🍭.

Always treats your clothes really carefully because he knows they mean a lot to you (and because they cost a lot of money 💰)

Just like everyone else, 505 doesn't really understand how you change appearance and personality so quicky, you almost do it automatically.

Every single one of your personalities dotes on the blue bear except Julian, but that's because he's an asshole.

Doesn't think much about it, he just goes with it since it's part of you and still loves you the same.

[gunsandspaceships]

Proof that Tony Stark is not an extravert

Well, I’d bet it’s better results than one could get on YouTube, Twitter, or Reddit, but come on.

I’m going to show you why MCU Tony is certainly not an extravert.

I've already posted some stuff, such as:

Absent-minded Tony

Socially awkward Tony

As you can see, Tony has some issues that hint to us that he’s not always present or outgoing. And now it’s time to gather all these and other things and summarize our findings.

Extraversion: Large social network & Thrive in teams, crowds vs Introversion: Value 1:1 friendships & Favor independence

Tony no doubt knows a lot of people. Because he ran a huge technological company, right. Business partners, military officers, politicians, SHIELD agents, journalists, his staff, etc. Although this doesn’t mean that he communicates with many people regularly, or has many friends. And we know he doesn’t. He never had many friends. Throughout the Infinity Saga, he made a few, like Pepper and Happy. But before IM2 his only friends were Rhodey, J.A.R.V.I.S., and his bots.

He mostly interacted with AIs and robots, especially in his solo movies. This tells us something, doesn’t it? I’ll write a separate post about his childhood, but it is obvious that he was always an outcast: in school, college, before the Avengers, within the Avengers… We don’t really see him as a “gear” in this mechanism. He is most often steps ahead of others or steps aside. None of the Avengers were really his friends, and I’ll write about that too in the future.

Did he try to make more friends? He seemed to think some of the Avengers were. He thought Steve was. Remember this?

Or Bruce. But Bruce didn't even want to listen to him when Tony needed help.

And he left him at the end of AoU. But Tony thought he was a friend. Moreover, he considered them all his family.

That’s what he was doing – everyone around him, from assistants to teammates, were considered friends and family members and were treated accordingly. He needed that, not a large social network of "pals" and "buddies" he barely knows.

Let’s illustrate how he felt about people around him:

Deleted scene "Dubai Party" from IM (2008)

Tony doesn’t really talk to those people. He doesn't feel comfortable shaking their hands or taking anything from them. That's not why he's here, it's an alibi for the mission in Afghanistan. And we see that all this causes him disgust and discomfort.

The Charity Ball - IM (2008)

And boom - he doesn't know that Christina is talking about Jericho, which Stein sold to the Ten Rings. He thinks she is referring to this event. And he (surprisingly) reveals that he actually has social anxiety. That doesn't sound like an extrovert to me.

Alternate Opening from IM2 shows us Tony, who is trying to avoid going on some kind of dangerous mission. And then we find out that that mission is actually the Expo Opening. He doesn’t look excited that he has to go to the crowd, doesn’t he?

After that, he makes his way through the crowd of fans, communicating with virtually no one.

At the Senate hearing, he seems bored. He doesn’t pay much attention to the politicians, asking Pepper about chili, hacking networks, and making fun of Senator Stern.

After he’s done with Hammer and Stern he shows his public mask to others. We know he is not comfortable with this situation, but he has to deal with it.

At the party "Natalie wears the gauntlet" deleted scene from IM2

This is what Tony really thinks about these people. He doesn’t like them, doesn’t like this lifestyle. He didn’t want this party in the first place.

Sounds very introvert-like to me.

He wears sunglasses in public. Because he is uncomfortable when people see his eyes - they cannot hide from them what he wants to hide. And that brings us to the next trait…

Extraversion: Enjoy being a center of attention vs Introversion: Avoid being a center of attention

He hides behind sunglasses. Most of the time, he only shows his mask to people he considers strangers. When he's the center of attention, it's his mask, not the real Tony.

The real Tony refused to be the commander of the Avengers, despite being their benefactor and providing them with everything. The real Tony didn't go to important public events on behalf of the team, Natasha (WS and CW) did. The real Tony left the Avengers at his Compound and went to live with his family in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. And, again, we can recall what he said about his birthday and parties in general.

Extraversion: Think out loud vs Introversion: Think before speaking

Tony is not the guy who shares his thoughts with others. He thinks a lot. And he hides most of it from others.

Does he always think before speaking? No, not at all. But that’s his goofy personality, not extraversion.

Extraversion: Energize around people & seek greater stimulation vs Introversion: Recharge, reflect in quiet & Seek less stimulation

As we can see, Tony is not that much of a people person. He avoids gatherings when he can, and doesn’t enjoy them when he can’t. Most of the time he spends in his workshop/lab with his AIs, bots, and sometimes with Bruce, with occasional visits from Pepper and Rhodey. And he is comfortable in this environment.

With the Avengers he doesn’t act like an energy battery. Instead, he is quiet, calm, and just minds his own business. Look at the scenes from AoU:

At the party he doesn't talk to many people, we see him in a small group of Thor and Maria Hill, and he is, again, pretty quiet.

In Endgame he lives with just his wife, daughter, chickens, and Gerald the alpaca in a cabin, far from other people and their noise. He has nature around, a big fireplace, and paper books to read by it. This is his happiness. An introvert's dream.

Conclusion: all the extraversion we see in Tony came from his business training that started when he was a kid. He had to develop a set of skills: communicating with many people, participating in gatherings, selling stuff, running a company, dealing with journalists and politicians. He became the owner of a huge business when he was only 21 years old. Of course, he has skills formed by decades of experience. But we see he doesn’t enjoy doing all this stuff. This is not his comfort zone. His comfort zone is his lab and a few close friends. It's hard to tell from the masks he wears and his skills whether he's an introvert or an ambivert who tends to be introverted, but he's definitely not an extravert.

P.S. This is not a 100% comprehensive review of everything I've seen in the movies. There are many more examples of his introversion in the MCU. But this post is already huge, so if you would like to see more about it – let me know in the comments and I’ll make more detailed posts about each trait.

616 Tony here

[irisbleufic]

Re: your 1973 devil’s minion wip, I have never learned this much weirdly specific shit about a single decade before! Transportation labor strikes, neighborhood movie theaters that don’t exist anymore, how much a song cost in a jukebox, fucking BANGERS that I’ve never listened to before, creepy cool genre-defying movies I’ve never seen, local natural disasters I’ve never heard of, brands of beer, long closed department stores… ugh it’s so neat 😍

My dad and his cousin lived in CA for a while in the 1970s. I was born in the early 1980s, but they used to haul me out there when I was a kid. They used to talk a lot about what San Francisco was like in the ’70s. The only time I visited San Francisco as an adult was in 2008, and I did some genuinely ill-advised substances that weekend with strangers at the Toronado after about six beers (luckily, they were kind and got me back to my hotel unharmed). I’ve been doing research on my own to fill in gaps, and one of the more hilarious roadblocks I ran up against was not being able to find the average cost of an umbrella in 1973—so I just had Daniel steal it! 🤣

But no, otherwise, everything referenced in this story is real. Alta Mira Hotel used to be one of the two nicest hotels in Sausalito, but it’s now a private rehab center. I couldn’t use Casa Madrona because it was closed temporarily in 1973 due to a mudslide. Pink Floyd did do a famous photo shoot there in 1967. The considerations at a local level have been keeping me busy and generating a lot of additional files; I’ve got a Talamasca operation on my laptop just for 1960s-70s San Francisco Bay Area bullshit.

Listen, I’m not sane about any of this, and I’m having fun. It’s been my pleasure to assist in your discovery of weird trivia.

[untitledmemes]

Ponyo Prompts

An assortment of prompts taken from the movie Ponyo (2008), Netflix translation. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ Come right back! ”

“ Is it dead? ”

“ It licked my finger. It's alive! ”

“ The wind feels strange. ”

“ Did you find her? ”

“ Just as long as it's not a weed killer! ”

“ What a weird guy. But don't say that around strangers. ”

“ It'll be fine. I'll look after her. ”

“ She's really special. She can do magic! ”

“ Such filth! It's intolerable! ”

“ Wait here. I'll be back soon. ”

“ I told you. I'm busy. ”

“ You're no fun. ”

“ I must be hearing things. ”

“ Heavens, it has a face! ”

“ Don't worry, I'll protect you. ”

“ Listen, maybe it was fate. ”

“ Fine! Just leave your wife and son up a cliff! ”

“ Don't cry. I won't cry. ”

“ Okay, let's cheer up! ”

“ How often have I warned you about humans? ”

“ How could you love such disgusting creatures? ”

“ I was a human myself... once. ”

“ Go back... Go back! ”

“ Just like her mother, so strong. ”

“ I get a bad feeling every time I have to meet her. ”

“ I don't want to spend the night here. ”

“ Those idiots couldn't forecast their way out of a paper bag ”

“ Don't let the wind blow you away! ”

“ Hold on tight! ”

“ Do you know her? ”

“ No matter how strange everything seems, we have to stay calm. ”

“ It smells just like you. ”

“ All right, who wants some tea? ”

“ What shall we do now? ”

“ Is he an evil magician? ”

“ Did all the ships sink? ”

“ Close your eyes. ”

“ And... Presto! ”

“ I'll go with you too. ”

“ Our house is a lighthouse in the storm. It brings light and hope to those in the dark. ”

“ Someone has to stay here. ”

“ Lots of things are happening that I don't understand. ”

“ Just knowing you're here will help me. ”

“ Don't worry. I promise I'll be back. ”

“ What's going on? ”

“ It was her, it was the goddess! ”

“ Where did she learn that? ”

“ Hey, watch out! What are you doing? ”

“ Stop that at once! ”

“ You came, my beloved. ”

“ It's all my fault. ”

“ It's complete chaos. ”

“ That's where we all come from, dear. ”

“ This is so much fun! ”

“ Wake up! ”

“ Water's coming out of your eyes. ”

“ What were we so afraid of? ”

“ The moment of truth is at hand. ”

“ Please wait patiently. ”

“ I wonder what they're talking about. ”

“ I've been through here before. ”

“ Don't let go of my hand. ”

“ Please don't die! ”

“ Is this how you treat your father? ”

“ Don't bother, we'll walk. ”

“ Take good care of her. ”