#this film is sooo good and these two play of each other so well!

[drrav3nb]

GREGORY PECK as Mike Hagen LAUREN BACALL as Marilla Brown DESIGNING WOMAN (dir. Vincente Minnelli)

Bonus:

[z0mbiekisses]

Short imagine/one shot of Josh and reader where she’s the videographer for a festival they’re playing and he sees her and asks her to come backstage and they go from friends to lovers over the week long festival. Maybe on the last day he asks her to continue on tour with them?

Hehe I need someone to write my requests while I write other requests 😁😁

HELLOO P!! 🤗 thank you sm for being my first request i’m sooo excited!! hopefully it’s not too long 😅 if it wasn’t for your work i don’t think i’d ever have the motivation to write so just know your work doesn’t go unnoticed && i’ll always write your requests 🫡

as for anyone else reading this i hope you enjoy this as well!!(: i haven’t wrote an imagine in so longgg, so hopefully it’s good!! my requests are open 🫶!

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VIDEOTAPE !

i’ve always loved filming. whether it was my friends goofing around or my cats simply existing in their space peacefully. i love just being able to capture the moment then and there. i also love music. concerts are my number one happy place. who knew that two of my favorite things could turn into a career?

i was doing an apprenticeship for this photography company. this week, i’m going to the music festival the town did every summer. except this time i’m able to be the videographer for one of the main stages! i was stoked to say the least.

it was the first day, i spent the morning helping set up the stage i’ll be filming for the next 6 days. since this stage was more for the “bigger acts.” no one was scheduled to perform till 3. after i was done, i went to explore the festival a bit before i was gonna be stuck at the same stage for hours. as i was grabbing a drink, i noticed a guy next to me in line at the taco truck. his hair was black with red underneath it. his black tanktop showing off his colorful tattoos. he must've noticed me staring. he looked over and flashed a smile at me. it was contiguous, i instantly smiled back at him before my drink was handed to me. i walked away hoping i'd run into this handsome stranger. that i'd find him in the crowd of thousands of people..

the only downside to being a videographer is not being able to dance around to the music. i had to make sure my videos were the best quality, trying hard to catch the peak moments of each artist's set. however, i was able to be in front of the crowd. only people in my section were other photographers/videographers and security. it was also nice hearing new music. most of the bands i was familiar with were playing later in the festival. and luckily for me i only work two nights. the last band set to play was about to come on. i looked behind me and saw the crowd double in size. whoever was about to play must be popular. a red light came on the stage, shining on a guy wearing a ski mask. i watched as he walked over to the drum kit on the stage. people in the crowd were screaming. i listened to the drummer, he was one of the best so far. i then eventually the singer came on stage, also wearing a ski mask. and the music started blaring. let me tell you, these guys knew how to put on a show. it was the hardest set yet for me to NOT dance and jump around. eventually the drummer took off his ski mask, and it was the same guy i saw in line. during the show he recognized me and smiled. which i made sure to get on film, even though it caught me off guard that he even remembered me from our brief interaction.

this show was my favorite to film. these guys knew how to put on hell of a show. some of my best footage came from their set. i quickly learned the drummer's name was 'josh dun." who i admired the whole night. his eyes would seem to find me, making sure to flash a grin or do some sort of pose for me..and the camera of course. and every time i felt my heart flutter. their set was over and as i was getting ready to head back to my tent a security guard caught my attention. he said i was asked to be somewhere. i had not a clue where they were dragging me to. nonetheless, i hopped on the golf cart, making sure to film the different bright neon displays that shined through the dark open field. they brought me to a fancy tent. it was huge, there was a soft glow from all of the fairy lights. giving a nice soft ambience. i began to fidget with the rings on my fingers. still unsure on what this place is and why i was here. until the same guy with black and red hair came up to greet me. i somehow felt relieved yet so much more nervous.

“i hope this is okay, i wanted to talk to you but i didn’t want to hope that i’d run into you again.”, josh chuckled nervously.

“duh, who doesn’t like backstage passes.”, i laughed softly. hoping i wasn’t making a fool out of myself.

“i’m josh by the way.”, he smiled once again. reaching out his hand.

“y/n”, i shook his hand. i looked up into his brown eyes. i was admiring his features, from his long eyelashes to his soft lips. i looked away to prevent myself from looking like a total creep. he brought me over to one of the many couches and sat with me. we talked about our careers, and what made us chose them. i enjoyed listening to him talk about something he was passionate about. the way his eyes would squint up whenever he got excited. i barely know this man.. but good god. i thought he looked good on stage, glistened in sweat & his hair damp. but seeing him get so happy was so attractive.

i spent the next 24 hours thinking about josh dun. i sadly didn’t run into him the next day at the festival, but my work was able to occupy MOST of my mind. however it was officially the 3rd day, and my first day off duty. i traded my athletic leisure for something more festival appropriate. i decided on a short sparkly black dress that had silver moon & stars printed over it. as i was walking around the festival that night, i felt someone tap my shoulder. which honestly scared me a little bit until i turned around and saw josh.

“sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you.”, josh must’ve noticed me jump. i wrapped my arms around him. normally i’m not big on hugs. but once again, there was something about him.

“i missed you pretty girl.”, he mumbled against my neck. i couldn’t hide my blush as i pulled away. we talked about our plans yesterday and how we just barley missed an encounter with each other every time. i brought him over to charli xcx’s set. i was nervous he was going to be one of those guys who just stands there and silently judges you for dancing. but josh jumped up and down with me, in my mind it was just me & him. he occasionally would hold onto my waist from behind as we danced together. which flooded my stomach with butterflies. afterwards, i followed him to the stage where one of his favorite bands were playing; death cab for cutie. he held my way the whole way through as we navigated the crowds. josh was also able to get us into vip, which i’ve been in before for work. but this was so much better. being able to relax and really enjoy the music. josh’s hands never left mines. i felt safe besides him. i smiled as i watched him sing along to the music, clearly enjoying himself. of course, i had to get it on camera. to which josh started singing to when he finally noticed. i never wanted this night to end. josh walked me back to where my cab was. i looked up at him for a moment. i wanted to kiss him. everything in that moment was screaming at me to do so. but i was so worried about messing things up that i just stared at him.

“i had so much fun with you tonight, you’re really cool y/n.”, i smiled sweetly at josh’s compliment.

“thanks, you’re not too bad yourself joshua.”, i responded which earned a chuckle from josh. we continued to look at each other, not wanting to leave but unsure what to do next.

“maybe i could have your number? you know, so you can send me that video of me singing.”, josh tried to play it off. i giggled and typed my number in his phone.

the fourth day, i decided to go for a more spacey look. i wore a silver shimmery dress & i put star glitter in my space buns. of course, i met up with josh again. who i got to match with me. he was wearing a white t-shirt with an alien on it.

“you look better each time i see you i don’t get it.”, josh’s compliment made my cheeks heat up. it was almost embarrassing the effect this man had on me. but i didn’t mind it. we ran around the festival, trying random foods & messing around with the different photo ops. we even met up with his bandmate, tyler and his girlfriend jenna. me and her instantly clicked, as if we were best friends in another universe. it was amazing, i never thought this would happen. eventually we parted ways and josh dragged me to the goo goo dolls set. our hands still intertwined. i closed my eyes and moved side to side as i listened to iris, one of my favorite songs. josh pulled me in closer to his side. i looked up at him, meeting his warm brown eyes again.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that right y/n?”, i bit my lip slightly trying to surpress the huge grin on my face. before i could say anything else i could feel josh leaning into me. his lips met mine and my heart was practically beating out my chest. i wasted no time running my hair through his soft curls. josh grabbed my waist and pulled me in closer to him. i dreamed of moments like these. we both had the biggest smiles on our face as we pulled away. josh walked me to my cab again, josh was telling me they were going to start their tour soon. i felt sad. sure, maybe it was naive of me to think this could be anything long term. but this week had been so amazing, the thought of it being over hurt. and knowing josh would be gone for months hurt even more. there was a bit of silence as we were walking, i didn’t have much to say this time around. josh stopped me, holding my hands in front of him.

“okay this may sound crazy, you can say no.”, josh warned me. i could tell he was nervous to ask me. i watched his face as he tried to find the words in his head.

“we need a videographer for our tour, our usual one wife just had a baby so.. would you be interested in being our videographer?”, my face lit up.

“yes!”, i exclaimed. i hugged josh tightly. he spun me around as we giggled together out of excitement. josh kept his arms around me & pulled me in again. our lips crashing together. i was looking forward to having more moments like these over the next 4 months.

[tv-girllover07]

Hiya again! So could I request a Jaeden Martell x reader where she’s never kissed anyone, and they ending up talking about it and Jaeden “helps” (he has a crush on her so he figures this is the best way to act on it lol) ? Like he ends up being her first kiss. You could make it fluffy or smutty in the end depending on what you want, though I’d prefer it smutty hehe; Hugs!

A/n: Yeah of course bb thank you so much for requesting, sorry if this is too long

📸Lights! Camera! Annnnd…Kiss! 📸

Jaeden Martell x fem!reader

!Smut!

A/n: Just wanted to say that they are 18+ there Jaeden’s actual age rn their in there 20s

Today felt to long and to stressful you loved the role you had, playing a love interest with Jaeden (your best friend) but there was only one problem, you’ve never kissed someone before and you and Jaeden had a intimate scene so you were really nervous to screw it up and it’s been weighing heavily on you and Jaeden could see that so once you got back to the hotel he wanted to talk to you, once the day was over and you got back to the hotel you were staying at while filming you went to your room and your room was next to Jaeden’s

You get into your hotel room and take a shower washing today’s stress away and the troubles and worries while working, after the shower feeling more relaxed and refreshed you change into your Pj’s, finally getting into bed trying not to worry too much much about about having to kiss Jaeden you’ve been friends for six years ever since IT chapter two came out, you played as Richie and Eddie’s kid (Reddie shipper) and you got to meet the cast and you never felt more welcomed. You and Jaeden clicked instantly, everyone on set shipped you two together but even though you two were friends it doesn’t mean you don’t have feeling for each you two would flirt jokingly (but sometimes it wasn’t) you would sometimes hold hands in public but nothing more but you always thought what it would be like to be in a relationship with him-- you were pulled out of your thoughts as you hear you phone ding, it’s Jaeden

Jaeden <3

Hey y/n are you busy?

Y/n :)

Nope just showered, what’s up?

Jaeden <3

I was wondering if I could come over so we could practice are lines

Y/n :)

Um…yeah I think that’s a good idea

Jaeden <3

Okay I’ll be there in a minute I’ll grab some snacks, iced tea and doritos?

Y/n :)

Yes pleassse thank you love

Jaeden <3 liked your message

After two minutes there’s a knock on the door and you know it’s Jaeden “It’s unlocked, you can come in” and you could see Jaeden handsome face in grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt “Hey handsome” you beam him a lovely smile “Heya beautiful” you always loved the nickname you gave each other it was just something you would always say to each other and it stuck then you ask Jaeden “So you want to practice our lines?” “Yeah I thought we could practice our lines and get a feel for the up coming scene” he explained but you feel just a little bit warry about the up coming scene cause that’s the BIG scene, the kiss scene.

“Uhh sure okay, sooo do you also want to play out the scene as well” you asked him wanting to know so you could talk to him about the kiss

“Yeah for sure so then we could get a feel of everything” he added

“Okay um I know this is really awkward but… ihaventkissedanyonebeforeandidontwantthekissoncameratobereallyawkward” you spoke really fast hoping he wouldn’t fully hear you.

“Y/n it’s okay, seriously it’s okay, I can help you if you would like ” he mumbled the last part

“Seriously? You’d do that for me” you asked him feeling the warmth flow into your cheeks

“I mean yeah I’d do anything for you y/n your the best person ever in the universe of course I’d do any--” before he could say anything else you cut him off by scooting closer to him and placing your hands on both of his cheeks, both of you lean forward finally feeling his lips on yours all,you can feel is the plumpness of his lips and his soft skin beneath your finger tips and after what it felt like hours the two of you pull away to catch your breath.

“Holy shit” Jaeden said and you think you did somethings wrong “What?” You laugh nervously

“Nothing just umm are you sure that was your first kiss cause that was fuckin amazing” he said with a small laugh and you feel yourself relax “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for” you said in a quite tone.

“Yeah me too…y/n I’ve like you for a long time and I get it if you don’t like me back and you just wanted to have your first kiss it’s fine but I just want you to know, I really really like you” he finished speaking and sighed

You were shocked he even said that “Jaeden I don’t think you understand how much I like you, I’ve liked you since the day I met you, you are so kind, you are so so talented for a younger actor, you are one of the funniest people I know, and you’re so handsome--” he then cuts you off by placing his hands on your waist and placing his lips on yours.

You gasp taken by surprise that Jaeden was kissing you again so he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in (I’m cringing) and you moan, then he starts kissing down your neck sucking hickeys “Don’t leave too many marks dumbass”

Just then he sucks your sweet spot and you throw your head back, “Do you want this” he ask cautiously “Yes more than anything” then his hands go down to the hem of your shirt and takes it off leaving you in your bra and sleeping shorts

Jaeden tilts his head back with a groan and smiles “Fuck y/n you’re beautiful your killing me” and he leans forward pulling you closer, continuing to kiss your neck while his hands go to the clasps of your bra and takes it off “Oh fuck” you whined,

Then you sit on his lap with his hands resting in your waist and your hands around his neck and sighing and accepting the warmth he offered enveloping your body

You start moving your hips back and forth and he groans “fuck y/n” and he leans forward and sucks your left boob in his mouth and you let out a moan “oh my fucking god holy shit” you whined “yeah? You like that?” Jaeden said as he pulled away and looked at the hickeys on your tits and you chuckle and kiss him.

your hands reach the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head and throw it to the floor and kiss down his chin and down his neck while your kissing he groans as you start palming his through his sweatpants and he whines and he lifts you up and tries to pull off your shorts but fails and you laugh “oh Jaeden baby that was sad” and you continued laughing so he flips you over and you let out a squeal and he lifts up your hips and pulls them down and you stop laughing “haha I did it who’s laughing now” and you both look at each other and let out some giggles, he lays you down on the bed and he kisses down your chin to you neck down your collarbone to your stomach and stopped by your underwear looking up at you for permission and you nod your head and he pulls them down very slowly “Jae stop teasing” you whined and he dived in, Jaeden licks a stripe through your folds, sending shivers sound your spine. His mouth attacks your heat, his tongue working wonders.

Jaeden is like a starved man, feeding on anything and everything he can get his hands on. Feasting upon you and the pad of his pointer finger came into contact with your slit. he took one finger and pushed it inside you till he was knuckle deep in, a large moan falling off of your tongue, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. His finger sped up, soon being joined with another one that slipped in with ease you can feel the coil in your stomach about to snap you grind your pussy on his face, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. "Jaeden, s-shit." Your eyes screw shut as you cum on his face; pleasure coursing through your system as your pussy clamps down around his thick fingers.Jaeden works you through your orgasm, waiting until you're fully unwound the pleasure is so overwhelming you start to feel overstimulated pulling on his hair “Jaeden” you whined but he’s so pussy drunk you can start to feel a second orgasm coming and you moaned “oh my god Jae” you can feel the coil burning and burning ready to snap “fuck your so tight your squeezing the shit out of my fingers there about to slide out” he groan in your pussy and the vibrations add to the pleasure “fuck I-I’m gonna c-c-cum oh my god” and you come all over his fingers again “holy shit thank you, thank you baby” and he lolled you through it then you get really overstimulated “Jaeden to much it’s t-too much” after coming down from your high you look down at the boy between your legs and he’s got a grin on his face. “You did so good for me baby.” he says and removes his fingers from your overstimulated pussy licking them clean “thank you baby” you said

The you play with his hair feeling the silky silt hair between your fingers scratching his scalp he lets out a low moan “god that feels good” and he kiss up your stomach to your boobs lightly kiss each one “so pretty for me” he hums deeply “what did I do to deserve such a beautiful girl huh?.” He questions and continues kissing up to your neck to your chin and finally kissing your lips then kisses to your jaw and you whisper in his ear “please fuck me”

“Okay but you have to be quite” he mumbled out while continuing to kiss all over your face but then he gets up to take off his pants and to grab a condom and you whine at the lost of contact and he copy’s your whine “do you want to have a child?” You shake your head no “didn’t think so” he said in a sassy tone and you laugh as he got back on the bed and you snatch the condom from his hand and tear it open and roll it onto him and he groans “fuck sakes baby” and you kiss the tip and lay back down he reaches down and grabs his dick and and slaps it against your pussy and you moan at the amazing feeling “baby please fuck me”he pushes the tip inside you, the stretch making you sigh with pleasure, you whined and he slides into you and you let out the highest pitch moan “oh my god oh my god fuck me” he grabs your hips with a tight squeeze

“Relax, baby,” he says, his voice mocking as he thrusts into you ever so slowly, inch by glorious inch You’re unable to speak, lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure as he fucks you, the head of his cock hitting against your sweet spot with every thrust. He's also mesmerized by your tits and how much they bounce as he fucks you. You love how perfectly he fills you, you love it when he fucks you, you never want this to end

“oh god baby I’m close” you said “me too babe” You squeeze around him, whining, feeling his thumb rubbing against your clit, the sensation sending you hurtling toward your third orgasm of the night, barely able to stop yourself from screaming his name. “Fuck” his voice cracked a little and you moaned your back arches into him, and Jaeden buckles down, chasing his nearing high. You’re just about to tell him you can’t take it anymore when he cums, spilling into the condom.

His brows furrowing and his mouth agape. He lets out the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard, you never want it to end he pumps a few more times, riding out his high. “Oh, fuck.” He whispers, he stays inside of you and you could feel him get soft, he fell down onto your chest the both of you breathing heavily skin sweaty and skin sticky.

Jaeden gets up from the bed, he quickly discards the condoms and pulls his boxers on and want in the en suite and grabbed a damp cloth and came back to clean you up and while he was In the bathroom you already put a shirt on it was one of walkers and it was your favourite t-shirt he sat on the bed and cleaned you up then helped you put on a pair of underwear and got into bed and laid your head on his chest while he stroked your hair “I love you so much y/n l/n” “I love you too Jaeden Martell my beautiful boy” you move your head up and kiss him then you turn on the tv and watch the office you give him one last peck on the lips and put your head his chest “I’m really happy this happened” you said quietly “Me too it was lovely” he said and kissed you on the head “good night Jae” “Good night y/n while talk in the morning” “okay”

Then you both fall asleep into a blissful and peaceful slumber.

The End

[bababaka]

Tell me a story. And i'll tell you a thousand more - Bade x reader

Summary: Hollywood Arts, the most privilleged arts school in the USA. And amongst many young talented teens, you were chosen to enter it. To be study there and be part of it. You couldn't believe it.

"Holy shit! I got in!"

This will change your life! And you are determined to make the most of it.

Warnings: swear words, not edited completely, i just needed to get this out of drafts, i will later edit.. And... that's it i guess? Like, bullying, mean teachers, but nothing much i guess. Oh, i also used google translate. So yeah. Have fun.

Author's note: so, i had this in my drafts for a while. I always had a crush on these two, and nobody wrote a fic with those two that fulfilled my need for them, so... here i am. Trying to mash my thoughts together and write something at least nice or ok. Im trying to write well. Don't have high expectations, im not a seasoned writer yet. Might never be. Also, unfortunately for me and you guys, this is a multichapter fanfiction. Sooo, you'll have to bear with me with slooooow updates. And im sorry for that. Anyways, enough chit chat, i present you, the chapter one to this mess.

Chapter 1 : I got in!

“Hollywood Arts”. The most privileged arts school in the United States of America. Only the most talented people passed the test. The list of competitors was huge. But, here you were, Y/N Y/L/N, in front of the school gates. You had passed the test, thousands of people competing against each other, and you had succeeded.

Honestly, it seemed too good to be true. The majesty of the construction, students, certainly in their second and third year, full of confidence, dancing, singing, playing, drawing, acting and even proclaiming poetry.

This was too much to digest.

You could barely believe it when you read the email, your mother cheering and shouting in the background, while you remained frozen staring at the computer, reading and re-reading your school admission.

The best arts school in the country.

You entered.

Holy shit! I entered!

You have always been passionate about dancing.

It all started when your mother caught you in your room dancing to “hips don’t lie” in a completely clumsy and enthusiastic way. She then decided to take you to dance classes. You were 4 years old.

Years passed and you fell in love.

Dancing was expressing yourself. Tell a story. Saying what words were sometimes unable to express. Sadness. Happiness. Emotion. Desire. Anger. Feelings in their purest form.

And then, you discovered ballet.

Ballet made your heart race in a way nothing else did. The slow and elegant steps, fast and rigorous. Dancing made you feel alive, happy, ecstatic.

At the height of your 10 years, watching a small part of the film your mother was watching, Black Swan, before her noticing your presence and kicking you out to your room, you found yourself trapped, in a trance, enchanted by the dance, by the way how the actress moved, how she leapt into the air and landed softly on the stage.

The next day, you begged your mother to take you to ballet classes.

At first, it was difficult. The dance classes previously were fun, relaxed. Here, they asked for excellence. Your teacher was strict and classmates were mean. There were many days when you came home crying or upset. Your mother tried to change classes, convince you to go back to dance classes, but you were stubborn. And you were more than determined to show everyone, your teacher, your classmates, that you were good, that you could be the best. So you did what you could, trained and trained, danced until your toes grew calluses and you could no longer support yourself properly.

It was difficult, but now, more than ever, you saw the results of your efforts. Oh, how you would love to see the faces of the girls who tried to get into the school but failed. You did it.

#Suckit

You would love to rub it in each of their faces. But, you didn't have time for that. What you had to do was take a deep breath, enter those gates and find where your first class would be.

Here we go.

The hallways were crazy, lost students like you walked by, friends who hadn't seen each other for the entire vacation and others who argued, dissatisfied with the classes they fell into.

Although you felt tempted to ask one of the students, you thought it would be safer to ask an adult. Supervisor, coordinator, any adult. A teacher, janitor.

You didn't trust students, especially at a talent school, the ego and arrogance must be astronomical.

You watched Glee. You didn't want to end up in a crackhouse.

But unfortunately, the hallways were full of teenagers, and there was no teacher, sign, or voices coming out of speakers magically guiding you in the direction of your next class.

You look around, searching for someone who was as lost as you. You didn't want to be the only idiot who didn't know their way around.

You find something similar.

A boy your age, talking and gesturing. He seemed to be asking a paralyzed girl for directions. She didn't even seem to be paying attention.

You didn't know exactly why she was perplexed, maybe he was saying absurd things, but you wouldn't be surprised if the cause of the paralysis was the boy's beauty.

He was beautiful. Dark skin, brown hair, delicate features, not to the point of being androgynous, but of being harmonious, pleasing to the eye. A relaxed brown look, although it is becoming confused and dull.

You decided to step in and save the girl the embarrassment of being caught drooling, and, as a bonus, get the information you so desperately wanted. The direction for your next class, acting.

– Excuse me, uh, I'm lost. Could you help me?

This seemed to work. The boy's posture relaxed, and the girl, in turn, came out of her trance and began to glare at you, shooting lasers from her eyes.

The boy smiled. And, wow. He had incredibly white teeth, and it looked like you were the only girl in the world, the tiny curve of his mouth pulled you in like he was the center of the Earth. The look that had a charm, brown like melted chocolate and all you wanted was to dive in and get lost in them.

Perhaps you have entered a trance.

But as soon as he started talking, you forced yourself to pay attention and not make a fool of yourself.

– I'm also lost. I was asking her – he turned to the “laser beam look”, who immediately stopped with the murderous expression. – But I don’t think you know, do you?

– What? I know! Of course I know! Nobody knows more than me! – and then she started walking, supposedly in the direction of the room where the boy had his class. – You're a first year, right? – she asked the pretty boy, completely ignoring you.

He looked at you sideways.

– Uh, yes, yes, I am. – She nods, and turns forward, determined, as she starts talking without stopping.

She says her name, Trina Vega, how she got into school, how she is so talented at so many things, how popular she was, and that they would make a great couple. At this part, you were shocked, eyes widening quickly, mouth falling open. She was… direct.

And maybe a little clueless, considering that the boy started to walk more slowly, putting distance between him and Trina, and standing next to you.

He leans into your side.

– She's a little… eccentric…

You laugh.

– That may be an understatement. – You look at Trina, who continued to talk. – Look, she hasn't even noticed that you're not paying attention, or even close to her.

It was his turn to laugh.

– Yeah… – He clears his throat. – I'm Beck, nice to meet you. – He stops for a moment, and extends his hand to you.

You say your name and take his hand, shaking it. Soon he started walking again so as not to lose sight of Trina, who was still talking.

– You’re a first year too, right? – You nod in response. – Yeah, I imagined it. Which course did you enroll in?

– Dance, more specifically, ballet. You?

– Cool. I came to do drama, acting.

– Cool. – You smile, he reciprocates.

For a moment, you forgot what you were saying, going and even thinking. He was cute, handsome and had a nice voice to listen to, something rare coming from a teenager. The short hair thrown to the side, looked soft, made you want to run your fingers through the strands.

The cute boy's small, happy smile was damaging your brain, because the world disappeared around him and you couldn't think about anything else.

Until, finally, Trina realized that Beck wasn't close to her, much less listening to what she was saying.

– Hey! – she called. You turned to her, who had a frown that turned into a forced smile. – We arrived, and you didn’t tell me your name. – She leans over and smiles at Beck.

You were ignored, again.

– Oh, it's Beck. And this is. – He tries to introduce you, say you name and be polite. But Trina interrups him, muttering “whatever” and heading back to the door.

Well, that was nice.

– Sikowits, I brought two lost students. – Then the bell rings, and Trina turns to Beck. – I'll see you around, Beck. – He blinked. And gone, probably to his own class.

– Please don't. – Beck says, with a pained expression. But it was too late, Trina couldn't hear him anymore, or at least, she pretended not to.

You sympathized with the situation.

It seems that being too handsome had its downsides.

His attention returned to the teacher who was at the door.

Bald, messy hair and beard, a slightly unbalanced look, layer after layer of clothing, he had a sloppy style. Maybe he was a hippie. Or just weird. It was probably both.

The hippie professor smiled, in a warm, disturbing way (you seriously wondered if that man was sane. You hoped he was).

– Be welcome! What are your names?

Beck withdraws into himself, becoming shy. How cute.

– Beck Oliver.

The please-don't-be-crazy teacher leans over to look at a list that was laid out on the table. The list of student names.

He turns to the boy beside him.

– Oliver? Alberto Oliver?

Beck puts his hand on the back of his head, looks at you sideways, and nods.

– Yes, but I prefer Beck.

– Understood! Come in, come in. – He calls Beck with his hand enthusiastically, the boy enters and sits in one of the chairs. Then, the bald professor turns to you. – Your name?

You say your full name.

– Oh yes. It's here too. Come in and sit down. The class is about to start. I just have to find the lost and innocent sheep that are lost in the corridors.

You made a face when you heard the phrase… He sounded so weird that way…

As long as he didn't kill or abuse anyone and was a good teacher, you wouldn't have a problem.

You entered the room and deciding quickly and safely, you turned to Beck, hoping to find an empty seat next to the boy. But, as expected, all the seats evaporated, and Oliver found himself surrounded by people, mostly girls.

You sighed and sat in the front, next to a girl with red hair (it didn't look natural, but you'd ask later) who had a friendly smile on her face. It seemed like a good option.

You sat down, and introduced yourself. The girl smiled, with her white teeth and a gentle and innocent aura formed around her.

– I'm Cat!

You smiled, enchanted by the redhead's cuteness.

– Cat? Like the animal? – the girl walked away, running her hand through her hair, her brow furrowed.

– What? What do you mean by that?

– No! I'm just saying that cat sounds like a kitten. – You explained yourself, nervously. You didn't want to scare the girl.

– Kittens? I like kittens! They're so cute!

You let out the breath you were holding. Cat returned to the bubble of innocence and happiness that she was at the beginning.

– Yes, they are.

Then, the professor, Sikowitz, if that was really what Trina called him, came back into the room, with a coconut and straw in one hand, and sunglasses in the other.

– Well done, class! I'm not going to ask you to introduce yourselves. You will improvise a scene. You will play the person next to you, I don't care if you don't know each other. Create a character and then live the character!

The Hippie Man asked them one by one to come forward in front of the class.

There were some interesting and funny monologues.

A black boy, with dreadlocks, a beautiful smile and lots of charm, played a shy nerd who stuttered around girls and had a puppet who made derogatory comments about the situation.

The scene was hilarious. Especially when he started interacting with the students while in character.

There were some very good ones.

Beck, who, to your surprise, played one of the girls surrounding him, and, unfortunately for Sikowitz, used the teacher as his scene partner. He was visibly uncomfortable. And the girl too. Shrinking in her chair as Beck performed, exposing how irritating she was.

She'll probably leave the boy alone after this.

Probably.

There was also another girl, brown hair, black leather jacket and pants. She was incredible. Before getting into character, she seemed closed off, grumpy, with a frown on her face. But, as soon as the scene began, her entire expression and body language changed to a more clumsy and agitated girl like a nice but extremely clumsy girl.

And other performances could improve. You were part of the last group. See, you were a dancer, not an actress. You knew you had to take acting classes, but that didn't mean it was your strong point.

You had to play Cat. You weren't horrible, but you could have done better. When he had to face all the attentive eyes of your classmates and the teacher, a chill took over your stomach and a pressure to not make mistakes was placed in your mind. At first, it was difficult, but as the scene developed, your performance improved.

As the last student finished presentation, the teacher stood up, applauding.

– Very good! You have to learn and perfect the ability to transform into a character in a short time, to analyze your character and to transform yourself in the snap of a finger. – He snapped his fingers right in your face, you jerked away reflexively, startling yourself. He smiled. And the bell rang. – Anyway. That's all for today. You even had the chance to socialize and get to know each other. – he said as everyone got up and left. You did the same, gathered your things and stood up. You were at the door when you heard him sigh and murmur:

– Ah, being young, I can remember what it was like to have dreams and hope.

…You were sure this wasn't normal…

You heard your name. You turned around, and saw red hair, you looked down, realizing that Cat was smaller than you. That made her even cuter.

– What class do you have now?

You searched your pockets, in the slim hope of finding your schedule. After long, embarrassing moments, you found it and read it out loud.

– Ballet.

– Oh, I have singing lessons now – Cat seemed to deflate. But only for a few seconds. – Do you want to sit with me at lunch?

You responded quickly, jumping at the opportunity of not having to be alone during lunch.

– Yes of course! – You looked around, remembering Beck, hoping to see him, but in vain, he had already disappeared into the corridors. But, you didn't let that bother, or sadden you, you would invite him to sit with you at lunch, in the low probability of being able to do so before the boy was bombarded by people.

– OK! Until lunch then!

Finding the ballet class was easy. You just followed the smell of pain, tears, deceit and extreme competition.

…Actually, you just followed the girls in buns and leotards.

You entered the room, or rather dance salon. The floor was smooth and black, a large mirror covering the entire wall, a large speaker and a piano at the back of the room.

The teacher, apparently, was not there. But the students were already stretching. Some in groups, others alone.

You saw some faces you had already anticipated. The rich, mean girls who were born doing ballet. The girl obsessed and completely focused on doing her best, making her potentially meaner than the other girls. The pretty boy who, because he does ballet, thinks he's cool and that everyone is in love with him. The boy who feels the need to say all the time that he's not gay, he just likes to express himself through dancing!

However, you also saw other faces you hadn't seen before, and that was a pleasant surprise. Dealing with the same types of people became boring.

Hollywood Arts would be a beginning, not only of your artistic career, but of a social life in ballet. I didn't want to ruin your high school experience with drama, toxicity, and cliques.

But unfortunately, you didn't have the best start. Because while you were analyzing and admiring everything around you, your teacher arrived, and it was then that you noticed, everyone was stretched out and dressed appropriately, while you were still standing, wearing jeans, sneakers and a shirt. No stretching.

It was instantaneous. Not only did the teacher's eyes land on you. The entire room was focused on you.

Shit. You flinched.

– You're late. – The teacher says, approaching you, like a predator approaches its prey. A panther, walking elegantly and silently, with total firmness and confidence, about to attack a beautiful and vulnerable little rabbit. The panther knows that the rabbit is already dead. Only a matter of time for death to actually occur, until the panther snatches the prey.

The bunny becomes alert, realizing the danger. Look around. Pay attention to your ears and sharpen your vision.

– The bell hasn't rung yet and class starts in 3 minutes.

The panther stops. Paying attention to the victim's movements, but at no time revealing their position or losing their calm.

– Exactly. 3 minutes and you're like this. – She points to your clothes, with clear disdain. The rabbit flinches, sensing claws wrapping around its fur. – Without the leotard and without stretching. Unprepared. I start my class on time, warm-ups start when the bell rings. So, miss late, you have – the teacher glanced briefly at the clock and turned her eyes to you. – 2 minutes to put on your clothes and stretch, otherwise you will go to detention and will not be able to participate in this class.

The rabbit begins to struggle, panic arising as it sees the possibility of death right in front of it.

– But just to get to the bathroom takes a minute.

The teacher smiles, in a sadistic and amused way.

– Then, I suggest you run.

Crunch! Fur turning scarlet, sharp fangs tearing flesh, paws playing with the limp, lifeless body.

You took off. Hearing giggles and one last image of the teacher's smile

The predator was sated. For now.

You admitted it. You've never stretched so quickly and inefficiently, nor were you so frivolous when adjusting your tights.

But, it was what you had to offer at that moment.

– Miss late! You have exceeded your time of 2 minutes, but as I am in a good mood I will let it pass. Let it serve as a warning to everyone. Be prepared BEFORE class starts. Otherwise, well, you don't want to find out. Now, don't just stand there, join the warm-up!

And you fumbled a little out of pure nervousness, and heard some giggling around, but after a few minutes, you were already in your element.

The warm-up was brutal.

Yes, of course, you already had years of ballet, but still, the teacher seemed to want you to kill yourself in the warm-up. Because it lasted 40 minutes.

To you, it felt like two hours.

Damn, who warms up for 40 minutes? Well, apparently, your new teacher.

When the warm-up, which lasts longer and is heavier than you're used to, finally ends, you're sweating profusely and out of breath. Some were in the same state as you, others were worse, and a group of girls were in better shape, they were sweaty and out of breath, but still, visibly more composed.

The teacher waited in silence for a few moments. Just analyzing all the students.

The teacher approaches the group of 5 who were sitting on the floor, taking in lots of air, barely avoiding getting sick. Some were coughing.

– Pathetic. – She said, her lips lifting in disgust and disdain. – What would your names be?

The group fumbled among themselves, saying full names, others just trying and failing in between, preferring to breathe. One boy almost threw up.

The teacher put her hands in the air and waved them. Exasperated.

– Stop, stop, stop. Are you by any chance animals? Don't know how to speak one at a time? – she sighs. – What were you thinking when they accepted you? Hmph… Disgusting…

– Why does every ballet teacher have to be mean? – a girl next to you commented quietly. You laughed quietly, bitterly, as you watched the teacher insult the poor young teens on the floor.

– It must be something they need to have on their resume. “Expert in torturing teenagers.” – You responded in an equally silent tone.

– Also, didn’t she have a vote in the admission of students? Why does she complain about the school's admissions system if she is part of it?

You shrugged.

– Some evil plan to destroy our self-esteem?

The girl quickly turned to you, a small smile on her face and an outstretched hand, as subtle as she could without drawing the teacher's attention.

– I'm Daisy.

You introduced yourself.

And in mutual and silent agreement, they turned to the teacher. You feared what would happen if the teacher caught the students talking.

Your attention returned to the scene and you only heard the last two names of the group. All red, from shame or exhaustion, you didn't know. The teacher didn't answer anything, just left them on the floor, recovering, and started walking around the room, quickly passing in front of each student.

– You are… Pathetic. Some more than others. But – she made a show of sighing loudly. – As you were accepted, I will make you true artists, dancers. You must breathe ballet, move with elegance and dexterity at all times, and face the world, the stage without fear. The classes will be difficult, long and will demand determination and strength from each person. And I will not hesitate to take punitive action against those who are not taking this seriously. Because, as your teacher, your performance in the future will reflect on my image. Therefore, now they will imitate me. I'm the best, and so will you.

The teacher pauses, and you can hear the tension in the air, the nervousness and everyone shifting in their seats, anxious.

– Am I understood?

Several voices sounded throughout the room, including yours. All saying yes. The teacher smiled.

– Good. Now, let's start the class.

You swallowed hard, already feeling tired, but still, strangely excited. It would be a challenge, and you loved difficult things.

After painful and sadistic hours (yes, hours!), the class was finally released for lunch, and then afternoon classes.

The teacher informed them that the ballet class had an exclusive bathroom and that if they wanted (but, from the disgusted way she sounded, it seemed more like a requirement) they could take a shower there.

You perked up when you heard this, and most of the students did too. It would be horrible to have to continue at school with all that crust of sweat on your body.

So, after the teacher left, everyone packed their things and went to either take a shower or have lunch.

You were more than ready to head to the bathroom and shower. You were tired, but the sweat on your body bothered you more than fatigue.

– Hey, are you going to eat or take a shower first?

You looked to the side. The girl you talked to after the warm-up. Was it Daphne? Daniela? Delilah? No, that was ridiculous. It was something with D.

– Im going to the shower. I couldn't eat something feeling dirty.

– You sure? As we are being released early, the queue is non-existent to buy… Anything.

– I'm sure. – You smiled, slightly touched by the girl’s kindness. She waved and said goodbye to you, leaving for lunch.

After a long and well-deserved shower, you head to the cafeteria where the food was. Heavens, how hungry you were!

Arriving in the area, you began looking for Cat and Beck. Not surprisingly, you found Beck first. Surrounded by people, girls and boys.

You decide to try to get past the crowd and rescue Beck, who now seems overwhelmed.

You squeeze between people, making your way through elbows and curses, until you reach the center, feeling several hateful looks on you.

Beck's face lights up when he sees you, and he calls your name, approaching you.

– Hey, what are you doing? – he asks, ignoring the entire crowd around him, and you can feel the commotion that this generates. You smile, focusing on nothing more than the boy in front of you.

– Trying to save you from this crowd by inviting you to lunch with me and Cat.

– Oh, please! I would love to.

You swear something happened around you. People cursed him, complained, maybe even hit you, but your brain melted a little when you saw Oliver's smile. A captivating, happy, friendly expression. It seemed like the air around him shimmered and exuded something almost surreal.

What brought you back to reality was a tap on your shoulder.

– So, where are you sitting? – Beck asked and then you realized, the crowd had dissipated and only the pretty boy was by your side.

– Uh, actually, I haven't chosen the table, nor have I found Cat yet. – You then start looking for the redhead. The brunette at his side.

– Ah, I see… Who is Cat? Your pet? Are animals even allowed at school?

You laugh.

– No, no. She's a girl I met today, in drama class, while you were being surrounded by… Everyone…

Beck sighed and nodded in a more crestfallen manner. You stop looking around for a moment, to fix your eyes on him.

– Does this happen a lot? You're famous and I'm the only one who didn't notice?

– No, I'm not famous, at least not yet. I'm just pretty. – He shrugs lightly, as if it weren't a big deal. And you stop walking, and let out a disbelieving laugh. This time, his lips move to form a cocky smile.

– What? Are you going to say i'm not? – he prods you, and you fumble over your words, not wanting to deny it, but certainly not wanting to confirm it either. However, to your relief, he just laughs at your reaction and continues talking. – People have always approached me because of my – he raises his hands to gesture quotation marks with his fingers. - "exotic beauty". Eventually, I just got used to it.

You observe the boy next to you. Really analyzes him.

He didn't seem like the kind of boy who was an asshole, who thought he was better than everyone else, who believed he had everyone at his feet, when he really didn't.

Beck just seemed aware of the reality he found himself in. After all, he was handsome. Short but silky hair, great style of clothing that sold the cool kid look. If you had to guess, he seemed like a relaxed but extremely cunning type of boy. The guy who smiled at everyone, but had a mouth that dripped with venom.

You had your thoughts interrupted by a high-pitched female voice calling your name. Cat. He took one last look at Beck, who maintained a relaxed posture and the remains of a smile.

Well, you deduced, only time will show Oliver's true face, whatever it may be.

– Cat! I was looking for you! – you approached the redhead. She lit up.

– And, did you find me?

– Apparently, you found me. – When saying this, the redhead makes a sad expression.

– Oh, wow, what a shame. – You frowned, not understanding the line of reasoning, but before you could say anything, Cat was already addressing Beck. – Hi, I'm Cat. – she introduced herself, waving energetically.

Beck laughed, like you would laugh at something cute a puppy did, and waved back, but without the redhead's excessive enthusiasm.

You guys go look for a table. And when they find it, they realize they had nothing to eat. Luckily there was a food truck nearby, and everyone ordered something.

At the table, everyone talked about themselves. You revealed that although it inspired you, you never saw the film Black Swan. Cat talked about her love for purple giraffes and her brother. You were worried at that part, you didn't know if the small girl was joking or not.

Beck talked about how he moved from Canada with his parents to Los Angeles just for school, and talked excitedly about how he liked cars and was looking forward to getting his own.

When they heard sobs around them, that's when they left the bubble they were in.

– You're a bitch!

A blonde girl, green eyes, swollen and moist. She was the one who jumped out of her chair and screamed. Despite her anguished expression, she looked firmly at the table in front of her, and the person who was sitting there.

You recognized who it was from your theater class. She had a gothic style. Eyeliner, black nails, combat boots and dark clothes.

The green-eyed goth girl, you noticed, raised her eyebrow and took her eyes in a deliberate and prolonged manner to the bare legs of the girl in front of her.

– I'm not the one with the scraped knees.

She smiled cruelly, and amidst the deadly silence, a few muffled giggles could be heard.

The blonde girl choked. Tries to justify herself, you think she had says about a skateboard, but was unsuccessful. Then she resignes herself to letting out a sob and running away.

The goth turned her smile into a frown, and looked around, the many eyes in her direction. She faced everyone and with a loud, rude and direct voice, she shouted.

– What are you looking at? – and everyone went back to doing what they did before. Well, you asume that everyone had done it, you didn't bother to check. You just kept your attention on the girl. Curious. You wanted to know what had happened. And how she had made someone cry on the first day of school.

You hated this type of attitude, behavior, personality. You might not be the kindest girl in the world, but you certainly weren't cruel. Even when you felt the urge to be.

It was a shame that such a beautiful girl, with brown hair and green eyes, could be so horrible.

You assumed that beauty would spoil a person. You just hoped Beck wouldn't turn out to be that kind of person. Then, you finally returned your gaze to the table, and discovered that you weren't the only one who remained looking at her. The pretty boy also had his sights set on the table that only had one mean girl on it.

– She's mean. – Cat spoke up, breaking the silence as well as Beck's admiration and thoughts.

– She is. – Beck agrees, nonchalant.

You remain silent, taking one last look in the girl's direction.

It doesn't take long before the bell rings. You say goodbye to them both and head towards classes in the afternoon. The part of your curriculum is completely normal and, after theater and ballet classes, terribly boring.

Chemistry, geography and math classes stretched out, as if they had no end, like a rubber band that when it thought it was about to break, it stretched a little more. However, it didn't matter anymore, you were finally free to go home.

You were exhausted, physically, mentally and spiritually. Names of teachers, subjects, exercises, classmates piling up and colliding in your brain. You had absolutely no energy for anything.

Unfortunately for you, however, when you open the door to your house, you come across your mother, waiting, sitting in a chair, almost jumping with excitement. The true image of a puppy anxiously waiting for its owner.

Your heart is heavy, and your body and soul scream with frustration. You just wanted your bed. But, your mother sees you and you simply accept that you would have to stay awake for a few more moments.

Your mother spews questions one after another at you.

"How it was?"

“Have you made friends yet?”

“Are all teachers weird?”

“Is there anyone famous?”

“Did they treat you well?”

"Are you well?"

"Are you hungry? I made dinner!”

While eating, you told your mother everything, it didn't take long for you to get excited too, even though you were tired.

You leave out some details, like teachers and some bad people, but otherwise, you confess everything. The many beautiful people, with a few exceptions, the strange talents and habits you noticed, strange and normal teachers.

However, sleepiness and tiredness manifested itself through yawning and heavy eyes. Your mother, realizing this, immediately sends you up to your room to get some sleep.

After a relaxing shower, you lay down on your bed, comfortable under the blankets.

Ah, finally.

[the-type-a]

omg imagine an au with duncney as actors playing love interests in a movie… (i apologize in advance bc this is pretty long)

and the movie doesn’t necessarily have to be a romantic movie it could be any genre and they don’t both have to be the main actors they could just be side characters with important roles, with other td characters acting in the movie, BUT i was thinking that it could be a romance movie with them as the main characters and it would be like;

- courtney is a well known actress who is very passionate about acting. she auditions for this romance movie and gets casted, obviously

- duncan is a less well known actor compared to courtney. his agents convince him to audition for this movie because it could gain him more popularity

- duncan gets the role of the main lead. however, he is NOT enthusiastic about it at all because he hates chick flicks.

- because of this, courtney is under the impression that he doesn’t take acting seriously, that he’s an industry plant or whatever, and that she had to work her ass off to get to where she is today meanwhile this completely unserious guy just gets roles handed to him on a silver platter

- she calls him out on his lack of enthusiasm which causes them to start having beef, non stop bickering on set blah blah blah you can imagine the rest

- he would tease her after kiss scenes, he would say stuff like “you were totally into that kiss” and she would tell him to shut up

- i dont have the creativity to imagine what would cause for this to happen but courtney opens up about her parents super high expectations of her ever since she was a kid (maybe she could have been a child actress, or a theatre kid) and hes like yeah my dads an asshole too. after this they put the beef aside and become amicable

- courtney catches feelings for duncan because she feels like hes the only person that appreciates her for her and not because of her fame and achievements. and duncan falls for courtney because well, shes courtney duh

- one day duncan keeps making mistakes which pisses the director off but courtney defends him and its at that moment that duncan realizes that he loves her

- after they both realize their feelings, they have to film a scene where they make out and they’re both super into it and completely forgetting that it’s just for a movie. and then the camera guy says cut and praises the both of them and says something like “that was some great acting it really felt like you two were in love” and after that it’s SUPER awkward between the both of them

So now i dont really have any other ideas left but I would LOVE to hear your take on this!

Oh, I absolutely LOVE this 🤭

Ngl I got a little Notebook vibes from it because Ryan and Rachel hated each other while filming but then ended up dating sooo yes I can definitely see this happening with Duncney.

I love the idea of them coming to terms with their feelings and just being able to express it without actually having to confront the other about it (in this setting). It just makes it so funny and so entertaining because just imagine their inner dialogues having to do that make out scene 😮‍💨

Don’t even get me started on their thoughts when they aren’t really on good terms. They would absolutely hate admitting the other is a good kisser lmao

If you have more ideas for this please lmk because I’m hooked and there only HCS, I would 100% read this if you decided to make it a fic!

[todorroki]

I miss nature (Love Sea ep 4&5 thoughts)

I was planning on doing a post for each episode, but I was busy. Or maybe I subconsciously don't want to leave the island so I put it off and by the time I sat down to do write a post, a whole week passed. Who knows??????? LMAO

Title. i miss the island setting. which is crazy because i personally am NOT a nature person lol i prefer the city. but this is a drama and it's called LOVE SEA so like.... WHERE'S THE SEA. the only sea we're getting in the bangkok portion of this story is a sea of tears.

shoutout to the candid shots of the island. i thought that was a nice extra touch. also this scene!!! PLEASE someone give fp a royal setting or something. my god

onto the city, WHOSE HOUSE IS THIS FR. FORT IS A TALL BOY HOW ARE YOU GONNA OPEN ANYTHING WITHOUT A LADDER IF YOU'RE NOT AS TALL AS HIM!!!!!!!!!!!

i think the best part of ep 4 is seeing fort in that white tee. the gears in my head r turning at max speed. why does he fill that out so well. jesus.

how much is mook getting paid? she puts up with so much LMAO like the check must be sooo big and her loyalty to rak must be soo solid.

now for the most hurtful part of this ep, rak telling mut he doesn't believe in love and that there will never be anything more than sex between them. peat's line delivery was Good and effective. it stung as the audience just hearing it. and the way mut's face fell and rak's eyes start shifting afterwards?? he himself knew what he said hurt. but mut still wasn't deterred and at this point, i'm sure he has a good grasp on rak's general mindset.

my favorite part of ep 4, the kitchen scene at the end. them teasing each other, mut feeding rak. it was soo soft. and rak's pouty cat stare (sooo cuuute) and peat's legs! we cannot go an ep without em.

pausing between the 2 eps to gush about fortpeat for a second. why do they make domestic scenes look so good. or am i just biased (probably). the puppycat energy is SO strong with these two. i kinda want to see them play characters that are Completely opposite of themselves. i know they'd still eat their roles. it'd just be crazy to think about.

ANYWAYS, ep 5 ↓

the restaurant scene was so real. are we not allowed to call food by their names anymore. must we order a piggly wiggly mega crunch. i truly do get it. and the shopping scene afterwards???

mut telling him he wants to take care of his life. HOW CAN ANYONE WATCHING THIS NOT BE IN LOVE WITH MUT AT THIS POINT!!!!!!!!!

switching to the girls, aya did SO well in this part. the conflict, the hurt. i see it all!!! but how does mook even know if vi doesn't like women! girl believe in it!!

does prin remind anyone of stop from LITA??? like the goofy ass ego and behavior is so similar to me. wym she came all this way just to hurl verbal jabs at her cousin?? HELP. also i KNOW this is like a stand off between rak and prin, but they're both slaying so hard in the visual department. HAIR, MAKEUP, FIT! and for some reason the bgm is going so hard and for why LMAOOOO what is this music!!

and rak puts on a front like prin's words don't matter much to him, but they obviously hurt a LOT from rak's reaction to it afterwards. him telling mut to get out and leave him alone to deal with his emotions by himself!! and then seeing the food mut left for him. someone's caring for him!!! he's not alone!! and the best AND worst part is seeing rak cry into the food. my god. as someone who's been there more than once, that scene hit soo hard.

NOW THAT PART IN THE FITTING ROOM.... MUTRAK ARE SO HORNY YALL that's nawt even a door it's a flimsy curtain!!!!! i'm not mad about them wanting to bang in the fitting room btw.. im mad they got interrupted :( we could've had a whole keep your voice down kinda nc scene with so much kissing and biting smh

fort has said before they had to rework their first kiss scene bc they hadn't kissed in a while. seeing that they filmed the city portion before the island, i feel like this was the first kiss he was talking about? idk someone can correct me if im wrong. i'm simply guessing.

anyways. enough of this rambling. the ending credits of ep 5 is soo cute and my favorite so far. i can't wait for khom next week!! more characters!!!

if you stumbled across this post and read it, thank you for your time!!

[prentissluvr]

Congrats on 200 followers!! I love your fics sm, I sent in the mutual pining req and I'm sooo excited to read it, I know you'll kill it as you usually do <3

Could I please get a level 2 for sam winchester?

2 - I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films very much!

4 - giving : quality time and gift giving. I kinda want to spend all my time with the people I like, lol and I love giving gifts to the people I love, usually something of sentimental value or something that they mentioned in passing, I love the way their faces light up!!

Receiving - quality time and physical touch

5 - I love casual intimacy very much! Just mindlessly touching each other all the time, mindlessly playing with each other's hair, holding hands, laying on each other's laps

6- I love petnames! Mostly the basic ones like like sweetheart, baby and honey

10 - smart, empathic, playful and introverted

11. I'm very afraid of failure and disappointing the people I love

Thank you very much!! I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

hello sweetheart!! tysm for the congrats and sweet words!! and thank you for this request and the mutual pining one! i had a great time with that one (and this ofc hehe) it really got my writer brain to do lots of work and thinking in a good way lolol <33 on to the relationship hcs!

+ .⠄ ꒱ SIT BACK, RELAX, AND IMAGINE . . .

[ 🖇 ] so basically you're telling me that sam would literally be so in love with you !!

[ 🖇 ] i’m very willing to bet that sam loves russian lit, so he love love loves that it’s one of your favorite genres

[ 🖇 ] he does his very best to memorise your favorite books or the ones you haven’t read yet but want to so that he can buy them for you

[ 🖇 ] one of his favorite things is having mini book club with just the two of you, chatting about books you recommended each other or read together

[ 🖇 ] reading to each other before bed <3 he’s a total sucker for that, he feels so relaxed when you read to him and so so proud and soft when you fall asleep to his voice

[ 🖇 ] sam absolutely adores your thirst for knowledge, it’s one of his favorite things about you and he loves sharing that with you

[ 🖇 ] he always shares the new things he learns with you!!

[ 🖇 ] aside from literature, sam is a little less well-versed in other art forms, so he really appreciates learning about them from your creative hobbies

[ 🖇 ] your ability to hold witty and playful banter and joke around while also appreciating and doing well with in depth conversations is so so important to and adored by sam

[ 🖇 ] he’s super witty as well, and loves to joke around and be lighthearted, but that side of you that’s willing to have long and deep conversations makes him really really appreciate you even more

[ 🖇 ] sam loves to have movie nights with you as well!

[ 🖇 ] once again, he appreciates your appreciation of this sort of art form as well! plus they’re perfect for cuddling hehe

[ 🖇 ] modern/indie rock might not be sam’s favorite at first, but he really comes to love it as you expose him to more (plus he associates that genre with you now and that can make him love anything)

[ 🖇 ] your love languages are also similar! his most important is also quality time, even if it’s in something as small as researching for a case together

[ 🖇 ] every big and small moment where he gets to spend time with you is so important to him

[ 🖇 ] and as a giver, i think one of his other love languages is physical touch, so that’s perfect!

[ 🖇 ] he may not be huge on pda, but he loves to hold you and to hold hands, etc

[ 🖇 ] just like you, his favorite kind of physical affection is that casual intimacy

[ 🖇 ] all of those things you mentioned; mindlessly playing with each other's hair, holding hands, laying on each other's laps, plus hugs i might mention, are his favorite

[ 🖇 ] and in terms of your love language in gift giving! that’s sort of uncharted territory for sam

[ 🖇 ] he’s very unused to receiving gifts in general, so even if it’s not often, to have you gifting him things, especially those with sentimental value (his favorite kind), is very very special to him

[ 🖇 ] he might be a little awkward about it and feels like he should be giving you gifts as well, then feels bad because he’s not yet the best gift giver

[ 🖇 ] but! you have to remind him that he gifts you books all the time, and that sort of this is perfect for you

[ 🖇 ] over time, he grows more comfortable with gift giving and ends up loving that same thing you do; the way your face lights up when he gives you something sweet!

[ 🖇 ] in terms of pet names, you two match up perfectly once again!

[ 🖇 ] these are the exact pet names that sam loves to use for you and secretly loves for you to use for him as well <33 for him, the basics of sweetheart, baby, and honey are the best!

[ 🖇 ] once again, these personality traits are a lovely fit with sam

[ 🖇 ] intelligence (of whatever kind), and even more so empathy, are incredibly important traits to sam

[ 🖇 ] your playfulness and introversion are huge bonuses!! he thinks your introversion is cute, and it makes him feel comfortable because he’s introverted too!

[ 🖇 ] and lastly, we come to your fears; sam does his best to makes you understand that failure is okay, and doesn’t/shouldn’t equate to disappointing your loved ones!

[ 🖇 ] sam has spent his life feeling like all he does is disappoint his loved ones, so he’s really understanding of that fear, but he also has the perspective to understand that you’re often not the one who’s really at fault

[ 🖇 ] of course sam has messed up and it was his fault LOL but he knows that, for example, dean still loves him

[ 🖇 ] and, in terms of sam disappointing his father by going to stanford or the likes, sam knows that he was doing what was best for him, so he’s always encouraging you to do what’s best for you, regardless of if that’s something someone close to you might not like

[ 🖇 ] basically you’re pretty much perfect for each other so i got a little carried away here but who’s complaining! my job is to feed the delusions and that’s exactly what i’m doing <33

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

May I request something with Verosika who unexpectedly bumps into her ex partner and the two start hitting it off again after the customary period of awkwardness.

Awkward...

Verosika strolled down the street with the confidence and swagger one only found in someone who could call themselves, "Hot Shit", the Succubus flanked by her loyal Hellhound Vortex and as he always was, watching her back.

Not literally though, he was far to loyal to his girl. A positive trait in a bodyguard as she saw it.

And it'd be as she strutted down the street, looking up at a billboard for Angel Dust's latest film, wondering is she should copy his attire, when she suddenly ran into someone.

"Jesus! Watch where you fucking!"

She began yelling, but quickly paused, coming eye to eye with none other than you.

Her Ex.

You, just as surprised, got up, extending a hand and telling her honestly. "Sorry about that, I Uh, guess I wasn't paying attention."

Getting up, she dusted herself off, looking you up and down, brow cocked. "Yeah, I can fuckin tell."

You just stood there, awkwardly laughing as you stood across from each other, neither of you sure what to say.

This persisted for several moments. Several moments of increasingly awkward silence before Verosika finally asked. "Sooo... Uh, how have you been?"

You sighed, scratching your neck. "I Uh, in all honesty, I've been better."

You both shared an awkward chuckle, before you tilted your head down the street. "Uh, wanna get some coffee? Your treat?"

Verosika just laughed, shaking her head.

"You haven't changed a bit, ya know that." She told you warmly, walking forwards. "Come on then."

Youd follow her, the two of you waltzing down the street, happily chatting about how the other was doing.

Verosika was doing great, as was expected of the Succubus Pop Star.

You were actually a song writer, a damned good one too, you having helped or just straight up written many of Verosikas songs. That actually being how you met and, well ended up together.

You drank your coffee, joking and bonding, catching up on all the stuff you'd missed since your break up.

You sat across from each other, a general sense of ease filling you both, the awkward phase quickly passing.

"So..." verosika began, running a finger around the rim of her mug. "Seeing anyone?" She finished uncharacteristically awkward.

You snorted, shaking your head.

"Nah... was dating my assistant for a while but she... well, she ended up being a real bitch, so I'm pretty much on my own now."

You sat there, an awkward silence filling the air, before you chimed out. "And, Uh, what about you?" You asked simply. "Anyone catching your eye?"

Verosika shrugged. "Eh, most guys are dumbasses." She stated bluntly, making you laugh.

"Honestly, I know I'm a Succubus, but is it so hard to find someone who isn't solely interested in sex."

You laughed, the girl really playing into it. "I mean, I've been with plenty of guys. But none of them ever got my attention like..."

She paused, eyes widening ash her face suddenly got a shade darker.

"What?" You asked, squinting at her.

Verosika just cleared her throat, turning away. "N-nothing. Let's change the subject." She finished, sipping her coffee.

"No. I wanna know what you said. " you told her, a big grin crossing your face as you leaned forwards.

Verosika, face red, turned and with a grin told you simply. "Well your not gonna, so such a dick."

You simply burst into laughter shaking your head. "God, you havent changed a bit, have you Verosika?" You hummed fondly, looking at her with a warm smile.

Verosika, finding herself caught in the overly friendly moment cleared her throat, leaning back.

"We... we should do this more often." She began softly. "I've missed you."

You smiled, reaching out and holding her hand. "I've missed you too."

The two of you sat in relative silence for several moments before she asked simply.

"Why did we break up?"

You froze.

Stirring your coffee, you looked up to her. Looking at her for several moments, you began softly.

"We were going in different directions."

Verosika didn't seem to like that answer, creesing her brow as the Lady Demon frowned, asking you bluntly.

"What the Hell does that mean?"

And so, with a sigh you slid your cup to the side.

"Alright, I guess we're having this conversation." You began, having hoped to avoid this conversation but not at all surprised it came up.

"Put bluntly Verosika, you're a Succubus and you acted like it."

Verosikas brow only creased further, the girl crossing her arms as she leaned back, giving you that familiar "The fuck does that mean?!" Look.

"Well duh! I'm a Succubus. That's how that works. What? Wasn't I prim and proper enough." She told tou, finishing with a hearty dose of snark.

To which you sighed. "No. I always loved that about you Verosika. You were always true to yourself."

"But put simply, you got wreckless. You drank. You partied night after night. You stopped showing up to meeting, insisting i join you. You..." you turned away, a sombre tone filling your voice.

"The more famous you got and the more money you made, the more you drank. And when you wouldn't listen to me about cutting back or getting help..." you looked up at her, gaze firmer than before. "I've been there. Been with people who drank themselves to death and I just couldn't watch the woman I loved drown in a sea of booze."

Verosika seemed completely taken aback, and with a rather shameful look she rubbed her neck.

"Damn... I... I never thought of that." She told you uncharacteristically timidly. "I'm... I'm sorry I never realised, I kinda got outta control didn't I?"

Though it was obviously a rhetorical question, you still nodded, reaching down and taking a sip of coffee.

"Well, Hell, its been years now, dont suppose we could, i dont know...?" You asked, kinda trailing off.

Verosika stared at you for a moment, not sure where you were going.

A part of her, probably her ego, was hoping you were propositioning her. But she wasn't stupid enough to ask that, so she just stared at you.

Seeing her not react, you snorted, leaning back before telling her.

"Friends, Verosika. Do you wanna be friends again?"

At that Verosika let out an awkward giggle, rubbing her neck.

"Lucifer, you really haven't changed have you? Always so damn sweet." She finished with a chuckle.

You laughed in turn, shaking your head as you both shared a laugh.

"So, whatcha doing on Pride?" You asked, sipping your coffee.

It wasnt uncommon for the Succubus to be on the Ring, but it also wasn't common, as such the girl must have been there for a reason.

Verosika just grinned, telling you smoothly.

"Weeell I may just be working on somthing~" she finished with a coy little smile.

What she really meant was 'I'm making a new album.'

So, with a chuckle of your own, you told her simply. "Well, must have found some serious talent if you came all the way to Pride for them."

You both shared a laugh at you having solved her 'riddle'.

"Say?" She began, a great big grin crossing her face. "You still writing songs?"

It was no secret you'd helped her greatly in the early days, having helped her write some of her major hits.

So, with a snort, you told her coyly. "As a matter of fact, I am, and before you ask, yes, I am currently looking for work."

A great big grin split Verosika's face, the woman staring at you as she grabbed a napkin.

Raising her hand, she snapped her fingers, the Hellhound standing up and walking over, handing her a pen.

She quickly scribbled something onto said napkin, the Hellhound just hanging over you, though you didn't mind, you were used to big, tall and intimidating demons, so it didn't faze you.

Bringing it to her mouth, the Succubus planted a firm kiss on it before getting up.

Sliding it over to you, she leaned in, tail snaking forth to raise your head and leaning in til she was a hears breadth fron you she told you in perhaps the most sensual voice you'd heard from her, she whispered.

"See you soon~"

Before she simply stood up and left, the demoness putting a heavy sway in her step.

You watched her as she left, only looking down when she'd left the Cafe, and looking down, you found the napkin.

It was an address, a phone number, and of course, a bright pink kiss mark.

You stared at the napkin for several moments before sighing, shaking your head as you smiled down at the piece of cloth.

Finishing your coffee, you carefully slid the napkin into your pocket, knowing full well you'd be calling her soon enough.

[freeuselandonorris]

diff anon but as someone who thought saltburn was garbage i REALLY loved challengers! impeccable craft and lots of interesting ideas about relationships and desire and power. love the sports yaoi aspect as well although i was getting into tennis rpf at the time so take that with a grain of salt LOL

HEYY so thanks anon and other anon for nudging me into finally watching this tonight!!

for the most part i REALLY enjoyed it and it def hit on a lot of my favourite things: endless delayed gratification slow burn, weird toxic dynamics and in particular the absolutely unhinged arrested development hyper-competitiveness of professional athletes.

further thoughts under a cut for spoilers

i think my favourite thing about it was the parallels it drew so neatly between that kind of relationship/love triangle/whatever you want to call it and the competitiveness and hunger to win and how inextricably linked they are. like that's SUCH a delicious topic and it mixed the two together so effectively. i thought the scene in the hotel when art tells tashi he's going to retire and then asks her to hold him until he falls asleep was brutally well done - like of COURSE that's what drives her into the spiral again, he's lost his competitive drive and become sexless to her. and then patrick immediately calls her a milf! inspired. i found tashi's character interesting, even though in some ways she's powerless and trapped in her mostly-unwanted role as peripheral figure, she's also making that work for her (and it's a nice callback to the way she effectively orchestrates the kiss in the hotel scene).

i also really just love the way the homoeroticism is woven through it without necessarily needing to be made particularly explicit, again perfectly reflective of male-dominated sports. the phallic snacks (banana! churro! squirty tube of electrolyte gel to suck!) and the way they're constantly staring at each others' dicks and speaking about an inch from each others' faces! sooooo good. favourite scene in the whole thing was the dick slap lmao godddd

also the soundtrack fucked but that's natural bc it's trent and atticus

i really loved the colour grading and also weirdly the level of product placement? that is nottttt something i have ever said before about a film but it worked so well here bc the brands were correct to how it would have been irl, so it heightened the realism rather than feeling jarring like that level of product placement usually does. also thought that using real players' names in the background was cool!

downsides: i guessed the twist with patrick using the racket/ball tic about halfway from the end (and i usually suck at guessing twists unless they're extremely well telegraphed) which made it feel fucking AGONISING when they dragged it out for about ten minutes before he actually did it. also what in the name of fuck was all the weird editing in the last 20 minutes or so. it honestly took me out of it SO much. i don't need a pov you're a tennis ball shot?? stop it?? all the weirdo slo-mo and now we're upside down and now you're playing an FPS and now we can see up their shorts and now there's choral music and now we're lowering the framerate... luca, chill tf out. honestly knocked it down from a 9/10 to a 7/10 for me which is a shame!

final thought: sooo much of what's explored in it is similar to what i was exploring in pull out the incisor and some poor sucker at the bottom of the lake! esp that feeling of the competing against each other being part of the foreplay, and the burning it all to the ground moment. i also think it would've been so much stronger if the movie had also ended with art clocking the ball/racket tic, but that's just me 🤷

anyway ramble over, v rare that i give a shit about a movie enough to write this much about it these days so that in itself is a recommendation! tysm anons for the prod to watch it 🫡

[cosmoseinfeld]

five ships for five fandoms

tagged by @pepsi-maxwell - thank you ❤ I actually had to mull this over for a couple of days... In the end, I went with the ships that gave me the most permanent brain damage. in no particular order.

1. let's get this out of the way: destiel (spn). yes, i used to be a "heller" but it would be hypocrisy if i didn't mention this ship because i dedicated about 9 years of my life to it. it did teach me all i know today about film language and how to read meta etc. boy did i WRITE meta on this... the tragedy of it all and what good it did them in the end (nothing). let's move on........

2. tommyalfie (peaky blinders). it's amazing what fans can make out of 20min of shared screentime in total. well, it's also the gravitas of cillian murphy and tom hardy... put those two in a room together and it's like touching one of those plasma balls... i think it's the fact that they both added so much weight to their respective characters that that relationship became a thing of its own... it's also the constant power playing and the whole "i can be vulnerable in front of you" and the "i see you" thing and the "i don't have to pretend to be someone else with you" thing, yknow... even when i am not actively watching peaky, i often read tommyalfie fics. thank fuck for fanon.

3. macdennis (always sunny). where to start... what a mess. there are times where i wonder if ive just read too many fanfictions and read too many specs and meta posts (back in the day when the fandom was alive on here... back in the gif set days. not the pet cemetery "came back wrong" days) that what i love and long for is just the fanon version of this ship. it's gotten too confusing trying to figure out if rcg are doing anything with it or what they are doing with it or if macdennis is just glob.... but what I, personally love about this ship is the "i can make him worse"/"i'll take care of you"-"it's rotten work"-"not to me. not if it's you" dynamic that mac and dennis have. they know each other in an out. they are toxic for each other. they are co-dependent. they are in denial. they are in the closet. they are out of the closet. they are each other's messes and a mess together. no one can stand it when they are not with each other. it can never be. it already is.

4. hilson/house x wilson (house md). similar to macdennis, what attracts me is the absolute toxic co-dependency. they know each other intimately. they are vulnerable in front of each other and sometimes, they use their knowledge to hurt each other badly. wilson is definitely the "i can make him worse" type. he is house's biggest enabler. one could say he needs to keep him a mess, so he has something to fix. they are both rotten works and they'll take care of each other always. the show isn't even remotely subtle about this. i mean, there is meta stuff but there is also the fact that gay people worked and wrote on the show andd there is dialogue like "I was afraid your wings would melt" and "one day, our friendship will break and it'll just prove your theory that relationships are conditional and you don't need human connection or deserve it or whatever goes on in that rat maze of your brain." - "you've lied enough for me. Maybe I don't wanna push this 'til it breaks." and "if you die, I'm alone." there's also a lot of angst which i love but they simply cannot live without each other and everyone around them knows it, too.

5. jerrykramer (seinfeld). i think there's me and about 10 other people who ship this as a thing. they are my happy place. they had one angsty break up storyline early on and then it's apple pies and butterflies the rest of the series. i could and in fact have written A LOT about them. they are sooo domestic and married with each other, that elaine and george comment on it. whether they walk in on something they feel like they shouldn't have (george. twice.) or they immediately notice when the two had a falling out (elaine). it's my favourite trope - when the people around the characters KNOW. and yes, there's a kiss that totally did not have to be there but there's also little moments when jerry takes kramer to his vacation home in tuscany or to award shows as his plus one when he totally could've brought a date... just go through my tag. (there's also the fact that jerry seinfeld and michael richards were absolutely enchanted by each other...)

[rileydaisy]

The Shipping Problem Part 2

So as you all know I made a post about the whole shipping issues in the past and I'm back to address more about it.

Anyways let's get right into it.

Since no other person is gonna talk about the issues then I'll do it myself.

Well all love cartoon characters from many different franchises and video games.

And when watching a movie or playing a video game with your favorite characters in it, people will always take a liking to a certain character and there's nothing wrong with that.

But there will always be people out there who will automatically start shipping, And I'm not talking about Male and Female shipping no, I'm talking about Male and Male Shipping and Female and Female shipping.

It's very very wrong to ship two male characters together and two female characters together whether they are fictional or not.

Especially if said characters don't get along in a film or a video game.

If the characters don't get along in a movie, a series, or a video game then why ship them together?

It's a disgrace to the creators who made the characters and to the characters themselves because it doesn't make any sense and there's no plot to it.

There's been too much nasty out of place shipping with Disney characters and DreamWorks characters.

Like for instance: Puss x Death, Gremlin Prescott x Marcus, Gremlin Prescott x Jamface, Turbo x Vanellope, Cuphead x Mugman, there's sooo much more ungodly shipping than there is normal shipping.

This is not okay and it never ever will be, no matter how much people who do stuff like that try to make it out to be.

They did the same thing with My Little Pony, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir, Zootopia and many many more kid shows.

It sickens me that there are people out there who think having the characters do disgusting ungodly and abnormal things like that is okay and what's worse is if a child accidentally stumbles upon stuff like that and then they'll think it's okay for them to do so too.

It's sickening and downright disgusting and so abnormal and ungodly.

It's bad enough that people out there don't want kids to be kids anymore and want them to be subjected to all evil and they'll use fun childhood characters to mess up the minds of innocent children by making the characters something they aren't for real.

Just because there are people out there who do stuff like that for real doesn't mean it's okay to make the characters do the same thing.

The world of imagination is a beautiful Heavenly place when it comes to these characters living a beautiful happy magical life every day.

But I feel bad for any kids out there who have already been subjected to evil like that.

The fictional characters don't deserve that, They brought us happiness and that's how we repay them?

As a person who grew up loving all the characters of my childhood, That is very very Very Disrespectful, Ungrateful, and Disgusting.

Gay shipping, Lesbian shipping, Incestuous shipping is Disgusting and very very Very sinful.

Especially for fictional characters.

It's okay to make your own ships but not in a sinful way.

Only Male and Female characters can be shipped together.

But only if said characters don't hate each other for real.

As a Christian I care because I have a heart.

God gave us these characters for good, they aren't meant to be used for evil.

Don't take other people's characters and make them homosexual.

That's very nasty!

And making them trans, queer, pansexual and giving them disabilities isn't something these fictional characters should ever have.

Stop ruining childhood characters.

Yes there are other serious things going on in this world that are very important but this is also very important.

Stop running childhood characters.

[dialbforbethany]

Longboard Nights - The Husk vs AVID shortcuts

This term I’ve learned so much more about AVID and just good edit practice in general. I’ve really tried to improve my skills so that whilst editing I can focus more on the creative side rather than why on earth does avid not let you click and drag. I also always had Rowen in the back of mind so I tried to make things as easy as possible for him by not randomly deleting sounds or clips that didn't fit with the picture and letting him know about any adjustments I made that wouldn't make sense if he opened the aaf alone. For this film Ben and I had revised the edit so many times that I could hear the husk screaming in my dreams and I have so many different sequences for each scene. For the first drafts I followed my gut and edited in a way I felt it should be edited, afterwards Ben encouraged me to start again and try new things, something I’d never really done before. I’ve always only ever been working towards one perfect draft rather than being experimental with my editing and I’m glad Ben encouraged me to do so and helped me escape my comfort zone. 

I always knew scene 1 would be the most difficult, I had a hard time finding the right balance between the news broadcast, the flashbacks, the punching, Casca yelling, it was quite overwhelming but nevertheless I kept trying new things. I originally started by having more of the news playing out and having that cut into the punching as well as some of the flashbacks but playing for long enough that you could tell what was happening in them. After a few more drafts we changed it to only using the news in the sound and have really quick cuts of the flashbacks within the punching. Although, I’m still not happy with this scene and I need to go back and work on it a lot more.

We also experimented with the first bathroom scene where Alex is crying to Casca, I originally had the full clip play out and then when it’s finished it simply cut to the next fight scene, all playing chronologically, however, at that point we were running over time and we decided that we can splice these two scenes in together and shorten the time whilst also carrying the momentum of the fight scenes into the bathroom scenes (as we felt that was lost when we let it just play out on its own). 

I also feel that somehow the fight scenes were the easiest part to edit because I knew exactly what actions were the most impactful and needed full coverage, what parts of the scene could simply be implied or what moments are key for the characters. I really liked figuring out what kind of pace each moment needed to sit right and I also find the process of matching movements between cuts sooo satisfying. The harder parts of the film to edit were (other than scene 1) the quieter parts, for example, with the skating scene I wasn't really sure how Ben wanted it to play out and I just kept overthinking the most simple scene in the whole film. 

Anyways... here's the final timeline...

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

Birb!!!! Once again, I'm so sorry BUT YOUR LASTS GoT POSTS GAVE ME A BLAST!!!!

don't be sorry!! it's ok!!! i am so glad i can make u laugh!! MY SILLY JOKES HAVE FINALLY FOUND A PURPOSE ;A; sooo who do we have here....??? >:3c

1 - OH!! the lil girl!! mcdaughterburner's daughter!! u'll NEVER guess what happens to HER ;A; i referred to her as 'NOOO BABY NO!! ;A;' bc that's what i was saying in every scene she was in ;A; I KNEW THEY WOULD TAKE HER FROM ME ;A; didn't expect the fire tho, that was hard to listen to ;A;

2- ZOMBIE JOE'S BROTHER!!! aka uncle failson!!! he lost a fight with a fire poker or something, it was very sad 😔 i can't actually remember what happened to him tho?? i just,,,,lost track of him at some point?? so im going to assume he ended up at ned stark's castle where the remaining cast re-enacted the film 'dead snow' (2009 norwegian film about nazi zombies). if he WAS there he should have volunteered his services as a ladder for lydia mormon, the child warrior who somehow managed to be better and braver than any adult (except for BFF of course!! who could surpass SHE?? ;A;)

3- IT'S NOT-SAMWISE!!! he is almost a samwise gamgee!! but not quite!!! it's ok tho, nobody could ever REALLY compare to THE samwise gamgee. this lesser samwise is good enough!!! i liked how willing samwise was to adopt a random baby whose mother he met exactly ONCE, that was quite sweet of him. hope everything works out for him and jill or whatever and junior. good lot them 😌 (note: during the earlier seasons, i wanted him and redux jesus (then simply called ned stark's bastard) to MAYBE run away from snow gaol and kiss each other. but in the end samwise met jill and they seem very happy together!! pity about egret. maybe redux jesus should kiss that viking man instead. tormod ruadh or whatever. idk that's a viking name, right?? :P)

4- OH THIS GUY. ok i know. I KNOW WHO HE IS. i saw him in a film JUST THE OTHER DAY. it was a john wick film!! my mam LOVES the john wick films, she's in love with keanu reeves. uhhhh. his name is. it's. ok i don't actually KNOW his name but. BUT IN GOT, he played the role of MCDICK-IN-A-BOX!!! i called him mcdick-in-a-box bc, well, uh, u know 😳 am very glad captain ginger was able to rescue him from that snivelling lil shit, wannabe dexter. that clown was. extremely unpleasant. more unpleasant than any other character. not a fan of wannabe dexter. he took himself too seriously!! we get it, ur a serial murderer, cool story bro!! just MURDER then. don't be such a bitch about it. ur mad bc no one will kiss u (willingly), every day is a bad hair day, ur doggos won't talk to u if u don't feed them human flesh,,,, WE GET IT. he's what my father would call a 'langer' 🙄

poor mcdick-in-a-box. even when he's the photo u sent, i spend more time talking about somebody else. sadly typical for poor mcdick-in-a-box, smh 😔

hee hee, thank u for indulging my silliness 😄 i always appreciate the chance to make my dumb jokes 😊 hope i gave u a laugh or two! hope ur day or night goes well 💚💚💚

[lindamccartneysstrap]

okay! i explained all of these, with sources and quotes. under a cut because it's long as all fuck. to be clear i want everybody to know there's sooo much crazy shit not on the image you could probably do a follow-up iceberg with if u wanted to. op feel free to let me know i if i misunderstood anything you put or anything like that <3

tier 1 -self explanatory methinks

tier 2 -

july 6th 1957 - the day john and paul met. very significant day obviously many interesting accounts about it. if you're truly new to mclennonism start there. paul's always talking about john's "beery breath" which i love. from here today: What about the time we met? (What about the time we met?) / Well, I suppose that you could say that we were playing hard to get

david bailey photoshoot - iconic photoshoot where all those gayass black and white photos of john and paul come from. david bailey: "I told John to close his eyes because I could feel this tension between him and Paul. I did them [together] afterwards; I got them looking different ways because there was such a tension. Although I’ve never seen it like those two guys – Oasis. I was doing their first Rolling Stone cover and I did it in ten minutes because I thought they were going to kill each other."

mirror images - i assume this is metaphorical, i.e. "The thing about me and John is that we were different, but we weren't that different. I think Linda (McCartney) put her finger on it when she said me and John were like mirror images of each other. Even down to how we started writing together, facing each other, eyeball-to-eyeball, exactly like looking in the mirror," McCartney said in Britain's Mirror Wednesday. Or Paul: We wrote with two guitars, John and I. The joy of that was that I was left-handed while he was right-handed, so I was looking in a mirror and he was looking in a mirror.

but also paul took some actual mirror images of john which is kind of fun

beat the meatles - "What it was," he explains after I have prompted him, "was over at John's house, and it was just a group of us. And instead of just getting roaring drunk and partying—I don't even know if we were staying over or anything—we were all just in these chairs, and the lights were out, and somebody started masturbating, so we all did."

There would be about five of them: McCartney, Lennon, and maybe three of Lennon's friends. As they each concentrated on their mission, anyone in the group was encouraged to shout out a name that would offer relevant inspiration.

"We were just, 'Brigitte Bardot!' 'Whoo!'" McCartney says, "and then everyone would thrash a bit more."

At least until one of them—the one you would perhaps expect—opted for disruption over stimulation.

"I think it was John sort of said, 'Winston Churchill!'" McCartney remembers, and acts out the aghast, stymied reactions.

I ask whether this ritual took place often.

"There weren't really orgies, to my knowledge. There were sexual encounters of the celestial kind, and there were groupies."

"I think it was a one-off," McCartney replies. "Or maybe it was like a two-off. It wasn't a big thing. But, you know, it was just the kind of thing you didn't think much of. It was just a group. Yeah, it's quite raunchy when you think about it. There's so many things like that from when you're a kid that you look back on and you're, 'Did we do that?' But it was good harmless fun. It didn't hurt anyone. Not even Brigitte Bardot."

(the term "beat the meatles" comes from the new york post headline about the story lol)

too many people / how do you sleep -“Too Many People” is the opening song of Paul and Linda McCartney’s 1971 album “Ram“. The lyrics were interpreted as targeting John Lennon and Yoko Ono, which Paul acknowledged years later...At the time it was surely an understatement to say that there was “one tiny little reference” to John Lennon in this song. “Too Many People” opens with the words “Piss off,” which McCartney eventually admitted was a direct attack on Lennon....In response, Lennon wrote “How Do You Sleep?” for his album Imagine, an attack at McCartney featuring musical contributions from George Harrison. "paul has said that only the "too many people preaching practices" and "you took your lucky break and broke it in two" are the only references to john but well, That was your last mistake / I find my love awake and waiting to be / Now what can be done for you? / She's waiting for me, yeah. How do you sleep kinda has the line A pretty face may last a year or two, which is funny like ok so u think he's got a pretty face?

yoko reveals john's bisexuality - Yoko: “Well, that’s another thing. John and I had a big talk about it, saying, basically, all of us must be bisexual. And we were sort of in a situation of thinking that we’re not [bisexual] because of society. So we are hiding the other side of ourselves, which is less acceptable. But I don’t have a strong sexual desire towards another woman.”

paul vs. yoko - i don't even know where to start on this one paul and yoko have had a weird relationship for decades. paul and yoko is its own crazy rabbit hole. Yoko, June 4th 1968: I’m sure that if he had been a woman or something, he would have been a great threat – because there’s something definitely very strong between John and Paul.

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pyramus and thisbe - the beatles did a shakespeare performance. 'Paul and John play the star-crossed lovers Pyramus and Thisbe'. "For the Shakespeare spoof, Lennon took the female role of Thisbe, McCartney played Pyramus [...]. Incidentally, McCartney later owned a cat he named Thisbe." ("""""incidentally"""""). supposedly john had a cat named pyramus but i've never seen any sort of corroboration.

hey jude - "He said it was written about Julian, my child. He knew I was splitting with Cyn and leaving Julian. He was driving over to say hi to Julian. He’d been like an uncle to him. You know, Paul was always good with kids. And so he came up with ‘Hey Jude’.

But I always heard it as a song to me. If you think about it… Yoko’s just come into the picture. He’s saying, ‘Hey, Jude – hey, John.’ I know I’m sounding like one of those fans who reads things into it, but you can hear it as a song to me. The words ‘go out and get her’ – subconsciously he was saying, Go ahead, leave me. On a conscious level, he didn’t want me to go ahead. The angel in him was saying, ‘Bless you.’ The devil in him didn’t like it at all because he didn’t want to lose his partner."

here today - Paul McCartney composed "Here Today" in mid-1981,[3] less than a year after John Lennon was murdered. In a 1982 interview with The Los Angeles Times, McCartney said that due to the honest and emotional nature of the song he was "kind of crying" when he wrote it.[4] He even found it difficult to talk about with the other remaining members of the Beatles.[5] The structure of the song itself is written like a dialogue between Lennon and McCartney. McCartney says that Lennon used to "lay into" McCartney, but often did not really mean it, and this is emulated in the hypothetical conversation where the two bicker over whether or not they really know each other. The song is about McCartney really trying to talk to Lennon, but finding it futile after the latter's death.[6]

beatles sandwich - "When we were super close…examples being, like, going down the motorway and the van had no air-conditioning and it was bitter, in the middle of winter, and we lay on top of each other, literally. It was the only way we could stay warm. We suffered for a while, just shivering, and then someone said: Well, why don't we…? So we did a Beatles sandwich"

shared clothes - many many examples of them (all 4 of them really) sharing clothes or at least having matching clothes. tbh i don't really care about all that it's not that significant to me but on the day they shot the revolution and hey jude music videos john and paul apparently swapped a shirt which is more wild to me (note: the director of two of us + let it be was the one who directed the MVs)

the nerk twins - "That spring of 1960, John and I went down to a pub in Reading, The Fox And Hound, run by my cousin Betty Robbins and her husband. We worked behind the bar. It was a lovely experience that came from John and I just hitching off down there. At the end of the week we played in the pub as The Nerk Twins. We even made our own posters."

"i love paul" pin - Harry Nilsson: Someone told me a few minutes ago they saw John walking on the street [once] wearing a sign saying – a button, rather, saying ‘I Love Paul’. And this girl who told me that said she asked him, “Why are you wearing the button that says ‘I Love Paul’?” He said, “Because I love Paul.” [laughs]  

nme hug - "Footage of the Beatles accepting an NME award 1965, in which you can see John give Paul a brief hug"

howard stern interview - i assume this is referring to the interview with howard stern where stern says john is "the love of your life" to paul and paul gets all panicked and says "no he isn't! the women!" <- very convincing king! love the desperate tone in your voice (video here, slightly longer audio clip here)

day by day interview - beatles interview november 12 1963 where paul is sick with stomach flu and john is clearly concerned

two of us (2000) - Two of Us is a 2000 television drama (and the third original VH1 film[1]) which offers a dramatized account of April 24, 1976, six years after the break-up of the Beatles and the day in which Lorne Michaels made a statement on Saturday Night Live offering the Beatles $3,000 to reunite on his program.

It was directed by Michael Lindsay-Hogg (who also directed the 1970 Beatles film, Let It Be) and starred Jared Harris as John Lennon and Aidan Quinn as Paul McCartney. Beatles historian Martin Lewis served as the film's technical adviser, and the screenplay was written by "longtime Beatles fan and Beatlefest attendee, Mark Stanfield."[2]

btw Paul has seen the movie and liked it!

PAUL: [hums] Mhm. I did see it, actually, yeah. What was okay about that was that at the beginning of the film it said, “John and Paul met on such and such a date, in New York, and this is us imagining what might have happened. It’s pure fiction”, they did it like a disclaimer at the front. So I thought, well, that’s okay, ‘cause I can get into this. And I mean, I must say I enjoyed it, I thought I wish that had happened!

Also John kisses Paul in an elevator see clip here

understanding l/m docs - Understanding Lennon McCartney -documentary series

michael gerber blog post - Were John and Paul Lovers?

"old estranged fiance" - John: We tried to think of a number to finish off with so I could get out of here and be sick...*nervous laughter*...and we thought we’d do a nu-- a number of an old, estranged fiance of mine, called Paul. This is one I never sang. It’s an old Beatle number and we just about know it.

i don't know (johnny johnny) - This track is only known through the Forthlin Road tapes, where it sits with the series of instrumental jams. This one is a somewhat better structured blues number, with Lennon and McCartney vocalising together and separately, although a full lyric is impossible to decipher. It is presumed to be a co-write, and the lack of proper words suggests it was of recent creation, although probably not made up on the spot. The title is derived from something Lennon seems to sing – possibly referencing himself not knowing any words. feel free to listen to it and try to figure out wtf they're singing.

paul vs. stuart - "[Stu] and I used to have a deadly rivalry. I don’t know why. He was older and a strong friend of John’s. When I look back on it I think we were probably fighting for John’s attention. He was older and John was a year older than me, and that year makes a hell of a lot of difference at the age of eighteen. So I wasn’t such a big friend of Stuart’s. I was always practical, thinking our band could be great, but with him on bass there was always something holding us back" and they even very famously had a physical fight on stage: Although Cyn would write about how Stu ‘restrained himself’ when Paul was niggling him, there was one occasion when he didn’t, when the Top Ten witnessed an explosion, and yet another fight: Beatle on Beatle this time, Stu on Paul. It was the second of the two occasions Paul would count when acknowledging he was publicly seen not liking Stuart. That is, in front of an audience.

The fight’s origin is vague or varies in the telling, but everyone agrees that a tease or derogatory mention of Astrid set it off. Klaus says Stuart owed Paul some money, and Paul, nagging to get it back, made a flippant remark about Astrid being able to afford it. As Paul would remember:

“I’d always wondered if he and I ever had a fight, who would win? He was probably wondering too. I assumed I’d win because he wasn’t that big, but the strength of love entered into him or something because he was no easy match at all.”

Everyone was amazed by the manner in which Stu, so manifestly puny, could summon up such power, as if his every muted response so eighteen months of snipes and jibes accumulated in one volcanic eruption. As George put it, “Stuart suddenly got this amazing strength that Paul hadn’t bargained for.“ 

Klaus says Stu "picked Paul up and put him on the piano." 

Pete says Stu "landed Paul such a wallop that it knocked him off his stool. [They] began struggling on the floor, rolling around, locked in the most ferocious battle… a fury of flailing fists.”

Paul always speaks of it being “a silly fight – you just stay locked for about an hour, with nobody doing anything. All the German gangsters were laughing, but it was very serious for us.”

paul/nancy wedding date - “They have been given special dispensation by the council to marry on Sunday and have chosen what would have been the groom’s former band-mate John Lennon’s 71st birthday for their big day. A spokesman for McCartney told Reuters in an email: "We are not commenting.” ... “After the wedding, she [Barbara Walters] says, they all went to Paul’s backyard where a tent was set up for the reception. […] There was a toast that Paul made to John Lennon, whose 71st birthday it was.”

philip norman books - philip norman wrote some. controversial. books. where he said all kinds of crazy shit, the peak of which is probably from his john lennon bio: “From chance remarks he had made, she (Yoko) gathered there had even been a moment when—on the principle that bohemians should try everything—he had contemplated an affair with Paul, but had been deterred by Paul’s immovable heterosexuality. Nor, apparently, was Yoko the only one to have picked up on this. Around Apple, in her hearing, Paul would sometimes be called John’s Princess. She had also once heard a rehearsal tape with John’s voice calling out “Paul … Paul …” in a strangely subservient, pleading way. “I knew there was something going on there,” she remembers. “From his point of view, not from Paul’s. And he was so angry at Paul, I couldn’t help wondering what it was really about.” (copied from here). theres a lot of other wild shit too but this is already so long. do your own research ig.

greek island - "In the summer of 1967 The Beatles, encouraged by John Lennon, agreed to buy a set of Greek islands where they intended to live and work alongside family and friends." They didn't buy them. There are some cute pics of paul being #dadmode with johns son julian you can see a couple on this page or on google.com

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beetles on ram cover - the back of the Ram album cover has a picture of two beetles fucking. paul's been pretty wishywashy on how deliberate it was so make of that what you will (aka it was definitely intentional)

"it's like you and me are lovers" - PAUL: There’s a story. There’s another one – ‘Don’t Let Me Down’. “Oh darling, I’ll never let you down.” Like we’re doing— JOHN: Yeah. It’s like you and me are lovers.

1976 snl - There was great public demand for a Beatles reunion during the 1970s. For example, in September 1976, American promoter Sid Bernstein, who had booked many of the Beatles' historic American appearances in 1964-1966, published a full-page ad in the New York Times publicly requesting the group to reunite and offering millions of dollars.[3] On April 24, 1976, Saturday Night Live producer Lorne Michaels parodied such offers with an on-air announcement that he would pay the Beatles $3,000 if they would perform on his program together. He joked, "divide [the money] up any way you want. If you want to give less to Ringo, that's up to you."[4] John Lennon discussed the Saturday Night Live episode, as well as his relationship with McCartney, in a September 1980 interview for Playboy:

Paul and I were together watching that show. He was visiting us at our place in the Dakota. We were watching it and almost went down to the studio, just as a gag. We nearly got into a cab, but we were actually too tired. [...] That was a period when Paul just kept turning up at our door with a guitar. I would let him in, but finally I said to him, 'Please call before you come over. It's not 1956 and turning up at the door isn't the same anymore. You know, just give me a ring.' He was upset by that, but I didn't mean it badly. I just meant that I was taking care of a baby all day and some guy turns up at the door. [...] But, anyway, back on that night, he and Linda walked in and he and I were just sitting there, watching the show, and we went, 'Ha-ha, wouldn't it be funny if we went down?' but we didn't.[5]

Paul McCartney also remembered the event for an interview: "[John] said, 'We should go down there. We should go down now and just do it.' It was one of those moments where we said, 'Let's not and say we did.'"[6]

"it's only me" - "I remember kind of arguing once about something musical or something, and I remember John kind of just taking his glasses down and saying, “It’s only me.” And putting them back up again. " + many other examples of telling this story + lyrics to No Words from Band on the Run You want to turn your head away / And someone’s thinking of you / I wish you’d see, it’s only me, / I love you.

if i fell valentine - if i fell lyrics written on the back of a valentine given to paul note the dedication

dr. winston o'boogie interview - john interview he did with HIMSELF.

couple highlights:

Q. Yes it does.. take the first track for instance "Going Down On Love," that seems to be saying something.... A. Next you'll be asking me who "Steel And Glass" is about (3rd track side 2..).. I can tell you who it isn't about, for instance, it's not about Jackie Kennedy, Mort Sahl, Sammy Davis, Better Midler... Eartha Kitt, it's not about her either.... Q. It's not Paul again... is it? I mean you two are like... I mean grow up... A. Wrong again.

Q. Have you ever fucked a guy? A. Not yet, I thought I'd save it til I was 40, life begins at 40 you know, tho I never noticed it. Q. It is trendy to be bisexual and you're usually 'keeping up with the Jones', haven't you ever... there was talk about you and PAUL... A. Oh, I thought it was about me and Brian Epstein... anyway I'm saving all the juice for my own version of THE REAL FAB FOUR BEATLES STORY etc.. etc..

john vs. jim - john and jim famously did not like each other lol. jim thought john was a bad influence (well...) and john didnt like jim telling paul what to do all the time "[Paul] liked it with daddy and the brother… and obviously missed his mother. And his dad was the whole thing. Just simple things: he wouldn’t go against his dad and wear drainpipe trousers. And his dad was always trying to get me out of the group behind me back, I found out later. He’d say to George: “Why don’t you get rid of John, he’s just a lot of trouble. Cut your hair nice and wear baggy trousers,” like I was the bad influence because I was the eldest, so I had all the gear first usually.

So Paul was always like that. And I was always saying, “Face up to your dad, tell him to fuck off. He can’t hit you. You can kill him [laughs], he’s an old man.” I used to say, “Don’t take that shit off him.” Because I was always brought up by a woman, so maybe it was different. But I wouldn’t let the old man treat me like that. He treated Paul like a child all the time, cut his hair and telling him what to wear, at seventeen, eighteen.

But Paul would always give in to his dad. His dad told him to get a job, he fucking dropped the group and started working on the fucking lorries, saying, “I need a steady career.” We couldn’t believe it. So I said to him—my Aunt Mimi reminded me of this the other night—he rang up and said he’d got this job and couldn’t come to the group. So I told him on the phone, “Either come or you’re out.” So he had to make a decision between me and his dad then, and in the end he chose me. But it was a long trip."

a toot and a snore - A Toot and a Snore in '74 is a bootleg album consisting of the only known recording session in which John Lennon and Paul McCartney played together after the break-up of the Beatles in 1970. First mentioned by Lennon in a 1975 interview,[1] more details were brought to light in May Pang's 1983 book, Loving John, and it gained wider prominence when McCartney made reference to the session in a 1997 interview. Talking with Australian writer Sean Sennett in his Soho office, McCartney said the "session was hazy... for a number of reasons".

john vs. linda - another topic that's a rabbit hole in its own right. we got john crossing out 'wedding' and writing 'funeral' about paul and lindas wedding, saying "I didn’t think she was particularly attractive, I wondered what he was bothering having her in the car for. A bit too tweedy, you know. But she sat in the car and took photographs and that was it. And the next minute she’s married him", this crazy ass letter where john wrote "So get that into your petty little perversion of a mind, Mrs. McCartney - the cunts asked me to keep quiet about it. Of course, the money angle is important - to all of us - especially after all the petty shit that came from your insane family/in-laws-and GOD HELP YOU OUT, PAUL - see you in two years - I reckon you'll be out then - inspite of it all love you to both, from us two". again please look into it yourselves theres a lot going on there.

real love demo - Was I just dreaming or was it only yesterday? I used to hold you in my arms. And now a baby, and another on the way (laughs) la la la la la farm (laughs) Why must we be alone? Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah. (scats) If it don't feel right, don't do it. If it don't look right, look right through it. If it don't feel right, don't do it. Just call him on the phone.

don't let me down / i'll never let you down - PAUL: There’s a story. There’s another one – ‘Don’t Let Me Down’. “Oh darling, I’ll never let you down.” Like we’re doing— JOHN: Yeah. It’s like you and me are lovers.

marriages 8 days apart - "Hoping to get married in France, John Lennon and Yoko Ono flew to Paris on [16/3/69]. The couple had decided to marry on 14 March 1969, two days after the wedding of Paul McCartney to Linda Eastman; whether it was in response to this event on some level is open to conjecture." They got married March 20.

"i fell for pauls looks" - supposed quote from harry nilsson but i can't find an actual source so alas i don't believe it:  "In a late wee-hour-of-the-morning talk, he once told me: ‘I’m just like everybody else, Harry, I fell for Paul’s looks'"

call me back again - "The song was written by Paul McCartney in the spring of 1974 in California, while he was staying at the Beverly Hills Hotel." note the time would put it around when paul met up with john and they did the jam session mentioned above. "Call Me Back Again’ was recorded on 3 February 1975 at Allen Toussaint’s Sea Saint Studios in New Orleans." aka it was recorded during the sessions that paul had invited john to join for and john very strongly considered. tl;dr it was an obvious message to john to call him lmao.

tier 5 -

jealous guy - Paul: "He wrote ‘I’m Just A Jealous Guy’ and he said that the song was about me."

I was feeling insecure / You might not love me anymore / I was shivering inside / I was shivering inside / I didn't mean to hurt you / I'm sorry that I made you cry / Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you / I'm just a jealous guy

"maybe that would have satisfied it" - Mid-June?, 1972: John talks to Sandra Shevey about having a partner who fulfills both creative and romantic aspirations, and the disorienting experience of working with Yoko for the first time as competitive equals in the recording studio on Some Time In New York City.

JOHN: It’s a plus, it’s not a minus. The plus is that your best friend, also, can hold you without… I mean, I’m not a homosexual, or we could have had a homosexual relationship and maybe that would have satisfied it, with working with other male artists. [faltering] An artist – it’s more – it’s much better to be working with another artist of the same energy, and that’s why there’s always been Beatles or Marx Brothers or men, together. Because it’s alright for them to work together or whatever it is. It’s the same except that we sleep together, you know? I mean, not counting love and all the things on the side, just as a working relationship with her, it has all the benefits of working with another male artist and all the joint inspiration, and then we can hold hands too, right?

apple - idk what this is talking about in particular but apple corps was the company the beatles founded and it's a complicated mess lmao. if someone wants to tl;dr it better than that feel free...

john vs. martha - i think this is about the story that martha bit john while he was play fighting with paul but i can't find any corroboration for that so idrc but i'll instead share this martha-related quote from paul: Anyhow, I got Martha and she was a lovely little dog. I just adored her. One of the unlikely side effects was that John became very sympathetic towards me. When he came round and saw me playing with Martha, I could tell that he liked her. John was a very guarded person, which was partly where all his wit came from… Seeing me with Martha, with my guard down, all of a sudden he started warming to me. And so he let his guard down too.

new orleans - see above. some interesting quotes:

may pang: “I knew that if I got him down there, it would have started something. I knew that it was that close. I knew that he had already been itching for certain things… John was ready. He was just open for hanging out with Paul, at home—in New York, and L.A., but especially in New York. [Paul and Linda] would pop up and visit all the time. We’d go out to dinner around the corner from where we lived, out for drinks, we were hanging out with them.”

"[May] Pang told me the following story: Lennon was making plans to see Paul and Linda McCartney right before Ono pulled her string and brought him home to the Dakota in Manhattan. “Paul and Linda were going to New Orleans to record the Venus and Mars album,” May recalled. “And John found out they would be there. He made plans to surprise them down there. He was in a great mood and he really missed Paul.” Just as Lennon was making this plan, he was also trying to quit smoking. Enter Ono. “She told him she had a method for quitting and he should come over and she’d show him. I had a feeling this was a bad idea. She hadn’t seen him in a while, and I felt something was wrong. John told me not to worry, but I did.” Indeed, Pang was correct, since Lennon did not return to her. Pang can only surmise that Lennon shared his plans with Ono, who feared a reunion with the McCartneys would spur Lennon to leave her forever. Paul McCartney was, and is, Yoko Ono’s prime rival and arch enemy. Case in point: When Linda McCartney died in 1998, Paul didn’t invite Yoko to the memorial service in New York. He did invite May Pang, and she attended. “Linda was wonderful,” she said. At first when Pang told people about Lennon’s plans — after he’d left her — no one believed it. “But then something happened,” she said. “Derek Taylor, the Beatles’ publicist, showed me a postcard he’d gotten from John in England. It said, ‘Going to New Orleans to see Paul.’ And that was it. That was the proof.”

Art garfunkel: “Incredibly disarmingly, he said to me, ‘Artie, you worked with your Paul recently. I’m getting calls from New Orleans that my Paul wants to work with me and I’m thinking about it, and I don’t know. How did it go when you worked with Paul?’ I said, ‘John, remember that there was a musical blend that was a great kick. if you can return to the fun of that sound and the musical happenings with your old buddy, and ignore the strands of complication and history, what I found with my Paul is the harmony and the shound happenings are a full agenda and they’ll keep you busy and you’ll have fun.’ [Did he seem like he wanted to get back together with McCartney?] I thought he did.”

key west - "We were in Key West in 1964. We were due to fly into Jacksonville, in Florida, and do a concert there, but we’d been diverted because of a hurricane. We stayed there for a couple of days, not knowing what to do except, like, drink. I remember drinking way too much, and having one of those talking-to-the-toilet bowl evenings. It was during that night, when we’d all stayed up way too late, and we got so pissed that we ended up crying – about, you know, how wonderful we were, and how much we loved each other, even though we’d never said anything. It was a good one: you never say anything like that. Especially if you’re a Northern Man." other tellings here. referenced in here today: What about the night we cried? (What about the night we cried?) / Because there wasn't any reason left to keep it all inside?

dear friend - reconciliatory song paul wrote for john while they were fighting in public in '71 "Often I would think of John, and what a pity it was that we’d argued so publicly and so viciously at times. At the time of writing this song, in early 1971, he’d called the McCartney album ‘rubbish’ in Rolling Stone magazine. It was a really difficult time. I just felt sad about the breakdown in our friendship, and this song kind of came flowing out. ‘Dear friend, what’s the time?/Is this really the borderline?’ Are we splitting up? Is this ‘you go your way; I’ll go mine’?" "I was sort of answering him here, asking, ‘Does it need to be this hurtful?’ I think this is a good line: ‘Are you afraid, or is it true?’ – meaning, ‘Why is this argument going on? Is it because you’re afraid of something? Are you afraid of the split-up? Are you afraid of my doing something without you? Are you afraid of the consequences of your actions?’ And the little rhyme, ‘Or is it true?’ Are all these hurtful allegations true? This song came out in that kind of mood. It could have been called ‘What the Fuck, Man?’ but I’m not sure we could have gotten away with that then." "I would imagine he heard it. I think he listened to my records when they came out, but he never responded directly to me. That was not his way. We were guys; it wasn’t like a boy and girl. In those days you didn’t release much emotion with each other." contains the lines Dear friend, throw the wine / I'm in love with a friend of mine <- make of that what you will

paul reconnecting john/yoko - In an October 2010 interview, Ono spoke about Lennon's "lost weekend" and her subsequent reconciliation with him. She credited McCartney with helping save her marriage to John. "I want the world to know that it was a very touching thing that [Paul] did for John."[275] While visiting Ono in March 1974, McCartney, on leaving, asked "[W]hat will make you come back to John?" McCartney subsequently passed her response to Lennon while visiting him in Los Angeles. "John often said he didn't understand why Paul did this for us, but he did."

PAUL: I was telling you about the marriage thing. When [John and Yoko] broke up, [Yoko] came through London and visited us, which was very nice – Linda and I had just got married a bit before, and we were living in this big old house in St. John’s Wood. And Yoko came by and we started talking, and obviously the important subject for us is, “What’s happened? You’ve broken up, then? You’re here, he’s there. What’s happened?” And she was very nice and confided in us [saying], “Yeah, we’re kind of broken up.” But she was being very strong about it, very – not feminist, but very strong, you know, a strong woman, rather than just submitting to it all. And she said, “No, he’s got to work his way back. If he’s to get back with me, I can’t go—” She couldn’t – which is good. I think she would have been mad to just have gone and prostrated herself at his feet, kind of thing. But she said, “No, he’s gonna have to work at it.”

And I said, “Well look, if I see him – what, are you still in love? Do you still love him?” She said, “Yeah.” I said, “Well, would you be – would you think it was an intrusion if I kind of said to him, ‘Look, man, she loves you and there’s a way to get back, and you can—’” [laughs] Sounds like Beatle songs. Sounds like those – “I send all my loving from me to you.” And I said this to Yoko. I said, “Would that be okay? Would you hate that? You know, we might see him around, and I’d like to be the mediator in this because the two of you have obviously got something pretty strong going.” And she said she didn’t mind. So that was that visit.

Then we went out to visit [John and Harry Nilsson in L.A.] and they were doing Pussy Cats, and it was weird kind of just meeting and everything. But I just said to John, who was in the house with Nilsson, Jesse [Ed Davis], Keith Moon, and a few other guys, and they were all… It was a pretty crazed house there, you know, you hear some of the stories that came out of that that house, and… it was pretty wild days. And I said to [John], “Come on. Come here. Come in the back room, I want to talk to you privately.”

So we went in the back room and I sat him down privately and I said, “Look, I feel a bit like a matchmaker here, but this girl of yours, she really still loves you. Do you love her?” [Like we’re] in the divorce court, you know, a divorce settlement. And he said, “But I don’t know what to do.” I said, “Well, I’ve talked to her,” and so on and so on. “She does still love you, but you’re going to have to work your little ass off, man. You have to get back to New York, you have to take a separate flat, you have to send her roses every fucking day, you have to work at it like a bitch! And you just might get her back.”

Which is sort of what he did. But you’ll never hear that story. You won’t hear that off them because… [pause] I don’t know. It gives me too much – I’m too [much] in the story, then. They don’t want me in the story. They’d prefer to think John – I mean, if you hear it from John’s point of view, it’ll just be that he spoke to Yoko on the phone and she said to him, “Come back,” and sort of worked it out.

john attacking paul's girlfriends - john was a total dick to most girls that were associated with paul lmao. "I remember I had a girlfriend called Celia. I must have been sixteen or seventeen, about the same age as her. She was the first art-college girl I’d ever been out with, a bit more sophisticated. And we went out one evening and for some reason John tagged along. I can’t remember why it was. I think he’d thought I was going to see him, I thought I’d cancelled it and he showed up at my house. But he was a mate, and he came on a date with this Celia girl, and at the end of the date she said, ‘Why did you bring that dreadful guy?’ And of course I said, ‘Well, he’s all right really.’ And I think, in many ways, I always found myself doing that. It was always. ‘Well I know he was rude it was funny, though, wasn’t it?"

George:  One time Paul had a chick in bed and John came in and got a pair of scissors and cut all her clothes into pieces and then wrecked the wardrobe. He got like that occasionally; it was because of the pills and being up too long.

Also he was a dick to Peggy Lipton when she was with paul:

paul's phone call to hunter davies - “Not long after John’s death, I had some strange conversations with Paul. He seemed so upset by so many things, not least of which was John’s death. This was in May 1981, and I jotted down in a diary some of the things he told me.... very interesting and depressing read...i recommend reading the whole thing

"in bed" - Q magazine 1998:

paris - "John Lennon was given £100 ahead of his 21st birthday on 9 October 1961. He and Paul McCartney decided to travel to Spain for a holiday. In the end they went no further than Paris. [...] Lennon and McCartney also abandoned bookings which The Beatles had, which led the others to believe that the band may have split up. [...] Lennon and McCartney’s Parisian trip inspired the 1977 Wings song ‘Café On The Left Bank’." very romantic little trip. george was very mad because he needed the money they would've gotten from the canceled gigs. craziest underrated paul quote to me is: There is a very beautiful song called "The End Of The End", the way you talk about your whole ending, and the lyric goes: "It's a start of a journey to a much better place." You mean, better than England? Paul: It's basically a start of a journey to France. Or Spain through France. Yeah, that's what it is. It's a much better place, Paris. long post here about john and paul and paris throughout the years.

tier 6 -

i know (i know) - 1973 song by john. "The curious repetition of the title in parentheses could have been simply one of Lennon’s whims, but it is possible that he was presenting a coded message – not for the first time – to his former bandmate Paul McCartney. Wings’ 1971 album Wild Life had featured the song ‘Some People Never Know’, in which McCartney lamented that some people fail to understand what it means to love. In this light, Lennon’s response saw the pair in agreement, in a marked contrast to their earlier song-based conflicts." compare the opening riff to the opening riff of i've got a feeling. also note the lyrics Today, I love you more than yesterday, And I know it's getting better all the time

"i'd love to turn you on" - "As John and I looked at each other, a little flash went between our eyes, like ‘I’d love to turn you on’, a recognition of what we were doing, so I thought, Okay, we’ve got to have something amazing that will illustrate that."

new york '68 - john and paul went to nyc for a few days to promote apple. absolutely rancid vibes.

In May, John and I went to New York to announce that Apple was starting: ‘Send us your huddled talent.’ We wanted a grand launch, but I had a strange feeling and I was very nervous. I had a real personal paranoia. I don’t know if it was what I was smoking at the time, but it was very strange for me.

I remember sitting up there and being interviewed. John was wearing a bus driver’s or a prefect’s badge, and he was doing well. Linda was there taking photos, and afterwards I said, ‘Couldn’t you tell I was nervous?’ but she said it was fine. For some reason I just felt very uneasy about the whole thing; maybe it was because we were out of our depth. We were talking to media like Fortune magazine, and they were interviewing us as a serious economic force – which we weren’t. We hadn’t done the business planning; we were just goofing off and having a lot of fun.

john's stolen diaries - john lennon's diaries from 1975-1980 that have a storied history. "He wrote about everything, you know, what he ate, what he dreamed, what time he got up in the morning, when he went to the bathroom, what he watched on TV, when he had sex, how much money he was spending, his relationship with Yoko, his relationship with Sean, what he thought about everybody else, especially Paul, just on and on and on. […] On many days, it just seemed like a total stream of consciousness."

lunchroom tapes - bugged conversation during between john and paul and others during the let it filming. there's. a lot going on there have fun.

lsd trip - john accidentally took lsd and paul decided to take it too: "I thought, Maybe this is the moment where I should take a trip with him. It’s been coming for a long time. It’s often the best way, without thinking about it too much, just slip into it. John’s on it already, so I’ll sort of catch up. It was my first trip with John, or with any of the guys. We stayed up all night, sat around and hallucinated a lot.

Me and John, we’d known each other for a long time. Along with George and Ringo, we were best mates. And we looked into each other’s eyes, the eye contact thing we used to do, which is fairly mind-boggling. You dissolve into each other. But that’s what we did, round about that time, that’s what we did a lot. And it was amazing. You’re looking into each other’s eyes and you would want to look away, but you wouldn’t, and you could see yourself in the other person. It was a very freaky experience and I was totally blown away.

There’s something disturbing about it. You ask yourself, ‘How do you come back from it? How do you then lead a normal life after that?’ And the answer is, you don’t. After that you’ve got to get trepanned or you’ve got to meditate for the rest of your life. You’ve got to make a decision which way you’re going to go

I would walk out into the garden – ‘Oh no, I’ve got to go back in.’ It was very tiring, walking made me very tired, wasted me, always wasted me. But ‘I’ve got to do it, for my well-being.’ In the meantime John had been sitting around very enigmatically and I had a big vision of him as a king, the absolute Emperor of Eternity. It was a good trip. It was great but I wanted to go to bed after a while.

I’d just had enough after about four or five hours. John was quite amazed that it had struck me in that way. John said, ‘Go to bed? You won’t sleep!’ ‘I know that, I’ve still got to go to bed.’ I thought, now that’s enough fun and partying, now … It’s like with drink. That’s enough. That was a lot of fun, now I gotta go and sleep this off. But of course you don’t just sleep off an acid trip so I went to bed and hallucinated a lot in bed. I remember Mal coming up and checking that I was all right. ‘Yeah, I think so.’ I mean, I could feel every inch of the house, and John seemed like some sort of emperor in control of it all. It was quite strange. Of course he was just sitting there, very inscrutably."

now and then - beatles song that came out last november with a long history (long post but i recommend looking at the whole thing)

shared dreams - "The teenage Paul McCartney would love the idea of fame. That’s what he was trying to do, that was the dream. But it’s funny – life gives you minor premonitions. You don’t think of them as premonitions until the dream comes true and then you think, ‘Hey, I wonder if that was a sign.’ I remember when John and I were first hanging out together, I had a dream about digging in the garden with my hands. I’d dreamt that before but I’d never found anything other than an old tin can. But in this dream I found a gold coin. I kept digging and I found another. And another. The next day I told John about this amazing dream I’d had and he said, ‘That’s funny, I had the same dream.’ So both of us had this dream of finding this treasure. And I suppose you could say it came true. I remember years later talking about it – ‘Remember that dream we had?’; ‘Yeah, that was far out.’ So the message of that dream was: keep digging, lads."

JOHN: Hey! Did you dream about me last night?

PAUL: [long pause] I can’t remember.

JOHN: Very strong dream. We both dreamt about it. It was amazing! Different dreams, you know, but I thought you must’ve been there. [inaudible] I was touching you. [inaudible]

PAUL: Nothing to worry about, though?

JOHN: Nothing to worry about, no.

carl perkins - "The night before he left, a song came to Carl that summed up his warm feelings about the visit, and he couldn’t get it out of his mind. It was so strong that Carl didn’t even write it down, which he said was strange for him. He usually always wrote his songs down immediately.

In the morning, Carl Perkins sang the song, which he named My Old Friend, for Linda and Paul, saying it was his gift for having him as a guest. Half way through the song, after singing “if we never meet again this side of life, in a little while, over yonder, where there’s peace and quiet, my old friend, won’t you think about me every now and then?” tears streamed down Paul’s face and he stood up and stepped outside.

Not knowing what the matter was, Carl stopped, a bit shaken. Didn’t Paul like the song? Linda warmly put her arms around Carl, and thanked him. She said the song was getting Paul to finally connect with his grief over John Lennon’s death.

Linda explained that the last time Paul talked to John, he had said the same line to Paul: “think about me every now and then, my old friend.”

Carl and Linda were now convinced that the song had been channeled from John Lennon’s spirit, as a gift to Paul."

all my loving - Witnesses noted that the Beatles song "All My Loving" came over the hospital's sound system at the moment Lennon was pronounced dead.

tier 7 - what happened in india? who knows. here's a very long post with quotes about india. it does seem like things were. Different. after the beatles came back from india. a lot of people think Something happened there, like paul rejecting johns romantic advances in some way. i don't buy that even remotely personally. i think everybody spending too much time Thinking and no drugs made everybody go a little nutty. But then again, microphone blowjob

the tiers of insanity

[xcamay]

Revue of Little Imps

Hi there, it's been a while! Probably a few years haha... but it's nice to come back here once in a while!! I'm so behind everything on tumblr, because life, but I hope that you, whoever will see and read this post, are okay, that life is giving you so many beautiful moments! If we haven't talked in a while but used to, please, do not hesitate to send me a DM (I'll answer as soon as I can), because I love catching up with people, knowing what you're up to now, what's making you thrive and all.

I haven't written in ages gods, but I feel sooo much better now that I've written something that I just can't help it and want to share it with whoever wants to read pure tooth-rotting fluff!

More about this new fic/AU:

It's a crossover between Revue Starlight (RE Live) and BanG Dream! and also Love Live!, because I still love these girls after all these years hehe.

It's a Parenting AU, with the Starlight girls as parents!

Seeing as I have always loved, love and will always love rarepairs, it's become my goal to fill some rarepairs tags, especially the YachiYuyu one (Yachiyo x Yuyuko). (Love them too much). (They're perfect).

AO3 link, if it's better for your reading experience → https://archiveofourown.org/works/53697343 (I don't remember how to hide the link and write something instead... I'm tumblr-rusty hahaha)

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“I’m home!” A singsong voice chirps, covering the children’s laughters which are already muffled by the closed door of one of the bedrooms.

The first one to greet her is her pink-haired wife. Smiling, she slips an arm around her to pull her close, “Welcome back, love.”

Yuyuko’s grin grows wider as Yachiyo steals her a long kiss, just like she does every time they see each other again after having been separated for a few days.

“So?” The fabric lover asks, before stealing a swift kiss this time, “How did it go?”

“It went well. Seeing as there are still a few weeks before the start of the filming, I asked to modify some things.”

“Really?” Yachiyo helps her out of her coat, “But you worked so hard on this script Yuyucchi… aren’t you satisfied with how it turned out in the end?”

“It’s not that, it’s just- I met some of the actors, and they asked if they could start reading the script and- goodness, you should have seen that! It was great, and they inspired me even more! They gave this new depth to the characters that I just have to change some crucial scenes! I love it when that happens.”

Yachiyo smiles. So adorable.

“What?” Yuyuko innocently asks, almost bashfully, upon seeing her wife’s grin.

“Nothing. You-“

“Mama’s back!!” A voice suddenly cuts in, exhilarated.

“Yay!”

“Mama!”

Seemingly out of nowhere, two little girls come running and slam against Yuyuko’s legs, hugging them tightly, making the peach haired-woman almost lose her balance.

“Oof… Hello to you too, Lisa, Saaya. Aaand to you too, Nanami,” Yuyuko adds as a pair of little arms tugs at her top, leaning to take her youngest daughter into her arms.

“We missed you!” Lisa says as she goes side hug one of Yachiyo’s legs now, sliding an arm around her hips while her light chestnut hair is being stroked.

“I trust you’ve been good girls while I was away, huh?” Yuyuko stops peppering kisses all over Nanami’s face, suddenly gasping, “What the- what happened to you?”

Nanami giggles, touching the three stickers on her left cheek, “It’s the fairies!”

“The what?”

“The fairies,” Saaya repeats after releasing Yuyuko’s leg, “We don’t know why but they suddenly started pranking us!”

“Oh my, really?” Yachiyo plays along, “Did you do something bad that made them want to play tricks on you?”

Lisa looks offended, “No!”

“Come look at what they did in Onee-chan’s room!” Nanami adds, pointing a finger towards the only open door in the corridor.

The six-year-old twins grab Yachiyo’s hands to bring her there, while Yuyuko follows, keeping her light-peach-haired daughter in her arms. She hasn’t even had time to breathe after coming back from her little trip that she’s already roped into something else.

When they enter Lisa’s bedroom, they gasp.

On the lowest drawer of her dresser are stickers that weren’t there this morning. Around some picture frames hanging on the wall, there are pieces of fabric tied into knots. There are paper confettis everywhere, and even piles of them on Lisa’s bed, next to the bin, on the small chair… (Thank goodness they’re old enough to tidy their rooms on their own.)

“Mom, look! They even took your nail polish and put it in the middle of a circle-“

“I’ll save it!” Lisa declares, running towards the circle made of colorful fabric.

“NO!” Saaya yells, making her twin sister freeze, “Lisa-chan, it’s the Fairies’ Magic Circle! If you step in it, you’re going to dance until you can’t dance anymore!”

“Oh no!” Yachiyo puts her hands on her face, mimicking panic, “Lisa, your foot! It’s in the Magic Circle!”

“No! Lisa-chan!”

Lisa also gasps when she realizes the trouble she’s in. Then, she starts dancing all around the four bottles of nail polish, jumping, moving her arms, sometimes shaking her little body, already knowing what she has to do for that part of their new game. She never puts a foot outside the circle, dancing and never stopping. Nanami laughs.

“Help me!!”

“Lisa, take the nail polish and come back here!” Yuyuko sounds desperate.

“But she can’t,” Yachiyo bites her lip, worry written all over her face, “She’s stuck in the Magic Circle! It’s going to make her dance and dance and dance until she falls asleep because she’ll be too tired!”

“What!?”

Saaya looks at her pink-haired mother, a huge grin plastered on her face. She loves when her parents play along.

“What can we do to save her?”

“I help her!” Nanami proudly says as Yuyuko lets her go, so she can quickly grab Lisa’s hand…

“Noooo!” Saaya screams, startling the youngest, “Nanami-chan, you’re inside the Magic Circle too!”

“Oh no!”

And Lisa tugs on her little sister’s hand, fully dragging her into the circle of fabric, and helps her jump and dance.

“What do we do now?!” Yachiyo asks, while Saaya immediately replies, “I don’t know!”

“Saaya! Do you have something that can help us pull them out of here?!”

“Err…” Saaya’s blue eyes dart everywhere as she thinks hard. It takes a few seconds before she blinks in realization, “My drumsticks!”

And she turns round, running to her own bedroom.

“Mooooom! Mamaaaa! Help us!” The little brunette yells, still jumping around with her arms swinging on one side and then on the other.

Nanami tries to mimick her, giggling with that cute little laugh of hers.

“We can’t,” Yuyuko says with a hint of sadness in her voice, “Otherwise, Mom and I will be stuck with you in the Magic Circle. But Saaya is going to help you- ah! There she is!”

With both her drumsticks in each hand, Saaya shows up in her twin sister’s room, taking a few cautious steps towards the Magic Circle.

“Lisa-chan, Nanami-chan, take these! I’m going to help you!”

And, once they have closed their little fingers around the end of each drumstick, Saaya pulls them out of the circle.

“Yay, thank you Saaya-chan! The spell’s broken!”

“Saa-chan,” Nanami smiles at her big sister, a bit more composed but hugging her tightly nonetheless, “Thank you.”

Yachiyo and Yuyuko look at each other, and the pink-haired woman puts a hand on her heart.

“Aww.”

They love them so much.

“Oh no!” Saaya gasps again, catching all her family’s attention, “The fairies! They played a trick on Mom!”

“WHAT?!” Yachiyo looks all around her, pats her arms, her legs, her butt, her belly, her face… “What, what?! What did they do?”

“In your back!” Lisa giggles.

She turns, when Nanami points at her lower back, “The stickers! They put stickers on Mom!”

Yuyuko snickers, “It’s kind of cute.”

Yachiyo glances at her wife, before she tries to have a look at her lower back — in vain.

“I can’t see…”

“It’s a unicorn!” Nanami accidentally jabs her finger on the right sticker, making her mother wince with surprise, “And a rainbow! And… music!”

“A musical note,” Saaya corrects her.

The little peach-haired girl nods her head and repeats, getting praises from her two big sisters.

“But,” Lisa is serious again, “If the fairies played this trick on Mom, it’s because they still want to play!”

“They play weird,” Nanami says, bobbing her head.

“Why?”

“Because it’s pranks!”

Yachiyo laughs, “It’s true that the fairies are little pranksters.”

“What if we hide somewhere?” Yuyuko suggests, to which the children nod, ready to take their leave.

“Good idea Mama!”

“Can’t find us, can’t prank us!”

“Let’s hide in Mom and Mama’s big closet!”

“I’m not sure there will be enough space for us five,” Yachiyo pats Lisa’s head, who pouts a little.

“To the laundry room, then!”

“Shhhh Mama,” Saaya puts her hands on her hips, as if she was about to scold Yuyuko, “The fairies might hear you!”

“Oh you’re right!” Her voice drops to a whisper as she adds, “Sorry, sorry. Let’s go you-know-where…”

They tiptoe their way through the house, Lisa, Saaya and Nanami trying to hold back their laughter. It's hard for them — and it gets worse when Yachiyo lets them overtake her. Because she decides to tickle Lisa's sides. When she turns around, the pink-haired woman stops, innocently looking away. It's when Saaya gets tickled twice in a row that they realize who is behind these little surprise attacks.

Finally reaching the laundry room, they push a few things out of the way, like the laundry basket or the stepladder. Yachiyo and Yuyuko sit first, taking the three little girls on their lap so they can all hide together. Nanami puts a finger on her lips, forcing herself to be quiet, while Yachiyo does her hair again, quietly humming. Saaya and Lisa try to refrain themselves from laughing again, and Yuyuko is tempted to do the same thing as her wife. She thinks of tickling them, too — but she won’t. Not now anyway. It’s just for the sake of the game.

“Hey,” Yachiyo whispers after a few seconds of silence, letting Nanami rest her head in the crook of her neck and stroking her light peach tresses, “What if one of us goes back there to see if the fairies left?”

“Can I go with Saaya-chan?” Lisa asks, already standing up and taking her twin’s hand.

She smiles when her mothers nod, and the two leave, whispering to each other. Yuyuko sits better and strokes Nanami’s cheek.

“Seems like someone’s getting sleepy here.”

Yachiyo kisses the top of their youngest’s head, whispering, “Mmh, I really wonder who she takes after…”

“Hey.”

A half-innocent, half-teasing smile starts forming on Yachiyo’s face, but Yuyuko stops it with a kiss as she leans over.

“No, don’t.”

“Who, me? I’d never.” Yachiyo flashes a smile, before she adds, “Not right here anyway.”

Yuyuko raises an eyebrow. Does that mean what she thinks it means? She shakes her head, trying to stop this stupid little grin from stretching her lips. The stupid little grin which Yachiyo, and only Yachiyo, can bring into existence. The stupid little grin which reminds her of how weak she is when it comes to Yachiyo’s teasing — even after all these years. The stupid little grin which shows other people how in love she still is with her wife.

When she sees that same stupid little grin mirrored on Yuyuko’s face, Yachiyo knows she got her point across. And she’s proud of herself.

The scriptwriter coughs, focuses her attention on Nanami, who’s rubbing her eyes, trying to stay awake, “I wonder what your sisters are doing.”

“Um… looking for the fairies?”

“They’ve been out there for a while,” Yachiyo points out, “Should we go too?”

Finally leaving the laundry room, the parents gasp as they see colorful fabric and plushies, paper confettis, stickers and another, bigger, Magic Circle in the living room.

“Oh my. These fairies are something, aren’t they.”

At her wife’s words, Yuyuko sighs. That’s the reason why Lisa wanted to go with Saaya.

“Wow!” The scene woke Nanami up, who runs everywhere. She slides her little fingers on some stickers, tries to make piles of confettis and tries to tie some fabric to make another Magic Circle.

But as she looks for another piece of fabric, she stops, captivated by something else. She approaches a drawing taped on the large window.

“Yay, Nanami-chan found it!”

And here are the two little real fairies, jumping from behind the couch.

“It’s Mom,” Nanami says as she points at the woman on the drawing.

Indeed, as they approach and take a better look at the paper, Yachiyo and Yuyuko recognize the fashion designer herself. She has long, pink hair and wears earrings. She also has a sheet of paper in one of her hands, on which clothes are drawn, and a needle in the other.

“There’s something else too, Nanami-chan!”

And the four-year-old’s nose gets closer to the drawing. She looks at everything, every detail… until she sees it.

“There’s the big Magic Circle!”

“Yes!”

“What does it mean?”

Lisa’s smile is huge as she answers, “It means that the fairies want you to dance inside the Magic Circle for a bit! They promised to leave us alone after that.”

“Let’s play some music then,” Yuyuko says while pulling out her phone.

It takes a few swift swipes on the screen for an upbeat song to start playing.

“C’m’on Mom!” Saaya giggles, pulling on Yachiyo’s hand and dragging her to the big Magic Circle, “Dance!”

Lisa and Nanami help their sister, pushing Yachiyo even closer to the circle of fabric.

“Okay, okay, I’ll do it. Yuyucchi, can you play the song again from the beginning, please?”

And, once her wife has done that, Yachiyo steps inside the Magic Circle and starts dancing. Her wife laughs, cheers, just like her three daughters; who then join her in and do their best to mimic all her steps.

“Yuyucchi, love, come with us!”

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“It was funny today,” Nanami says as she hugs her cuddly toy, lying down and letting Yuyuko kiss her forehead, “With the fairies.”

“I wonder if they weren’t imps instead of fairies…” Yuyuko hums, tucking her in.

“Mama?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think the fairies can prank us when we sleep?”

“No, honey. Just like us, they need to sleep. If they don’t sleep, they won’t have enough energy in the morning to go play tricks on people.”

“Ah. Okay.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight Mama! Can you call Mom?”

“Sure.”

One last kiss and Yuyuko slips out the bedroom. Okay, the third and last one is finally tucked in. As she comes back in the living room, she smiles at her wife, already done with saying goodnight to the twins.

“Mom, Nanami is waiting for you.”

And, as Yachiyo passes by, Yuyuko takes advantage of that and slides a hand on her hip — only to fall on her butt before it’s out of reach. Crap; she didn’t even have time to grab it properly.

“Don’t worry Yuyucchi, I’ll be back in no time~”

And, true to her word, Yachiyo comes back very soon, closing the door of the corridor behind her. She’s grinning from ear to ear (and gods, is it contagious), bites her lower lip as she approaches her lover. Yuyuko barely has time to smile that Yachiyo throws herself onto her, making them both tumble on the couch in a heap of soft laughters. And kisses. And paper confettis. Oops.

Yachiyo punctuates her next few words with a kiss, “I-“ (on Yuyuko’s cheek) “missed-“ (on the tip of her nose) “you!” (and right on her lips).

“I missed you too, silly.”

Unlike her, Yuyuko doesn’t pepper her face with kisses; she’d rather cup Yachiyo’s cheek with one hand, slide her other in her wife’s pink tresses and press on the back of her head to bring their lips together again.

“I made your favorite.”

“You're the best.”

“And a surprise is awaiting you for the dessert,” Yachiyo can't help and whisper, before propping herself up with her hands.

Yuyuko arches an eyebrow, but can't stop her lips from stretching too much — so she bites the lower one instead. Yachiyo's teal eyes are twinkling, almost ablaze, and they quickly drop to her wife's chest. It takes her a few seconds to get the point and, when she does, it's her turn to glance at Yachiyo's chest. Thanks to her being on her hands and knees, her top gapes, revealing some lacy fabric sticking to her smooth, fair skin.

“Oh. New lingerie?”

Putting a finger on her lips, Yachiyo smirks, “And it's going to drive you crazy.”

Yuyuko's cheeks flush bright red while her teasing wife snickers.

She clearly isn't going to recover from her work trip tonight.

[allthingsfook]

Hiii! I’m here to request a ship 🖤

I’m curvy, 5’5, dark curly hair which is long and almost touches my lower back. I have a bunch of tattoos and a silver nose hoop, my favorite tattoo of mine is currently on my back which is landscape of the mountains.

I’m currently in school for fashion and it’s my dream to become a fashion stylist for musicians or anything that has to do with film such as television and movies.

I love music, I go to a bunch of concerts each month and I have a huge record collection. I love the outdoors, doing things such as hiking or hanging out at the beach. I also have a passion for horseback riding. I also loveee to travel, there isn’t a place that I wouldn’t love to explore.

I’m a kind and caring person and I tend to put others before me but if I’m betrayed by someone I instantly try my hardest to remove that person from my life because at the end of the day my mental health is my top priority.

Thank you sooo much! <3 I can’t wait to see who I’m shipped with

I ship you with…

Josh ✨

Josh would be captivated by your beauty the moment he spots you from across the room. He’d play with your hair all the time! Tickling your nose with the ends of it and brushing it down while he hugs you. And I do believe Josh has acknowledged how he is attracted to tattoos. I think it would be so sweet if you didn’t show Josh your tattoo prior to his first time seeing it. His jaw would drop when you shed your shirt to go swimming. He’d trace over it with his soft fingers and compliment it all day.

Don’t even imagine Sacred The Thread being a ode to you and your creative vision. You’d certainly help josh design his flashy stage outfits. Imagine the both of you on the road, set up at the table in the bus, sketching and coloring ideas together. Having someone so close to him help create his jumpsuits would make them 10x better! He’d act even more slutty while wearing them!

Since you have interest in designing for film too, Josh would definitely include you on his cinematic journey when he’s ready. I like the sounds of this creative power couple!!!! Manifest that shit!

I can only imagine the record collections each of the boys have, no less combining yours and Josh’s. You could have a whole room dedicated to them! In fact, I can envision a whole wing of the house full of vinyl, instruments, stereos and record players, books, and awards the boys have won!

Josh is also an avid outdoors man. Wouldn’t think that if you just looked at him, but that’s his decompression place! Anywhere from the beach to the mountains, he’d be ready to explore them with you! After horseback riding a couple years ago, Josh would like to hop in the saddle some more! It looked like he had a good time doing it, so call up the stables!

Josh is the most kind, genuine, caring person you’ll ever meet! The two of you would no doubt always be concerned for everyone else. Whether it’s just checking in with his parents or donating to charity, his heart is huge! Although Josh seems like he would take betrayal really hard, I think his forgiving nature is above all. He’d be one to give people a second chance and hopefully make things work. The both of you could help each other balance those characteristics.

He is super into psychology, so he understands the importance of keeping your mind balanced and a peaceful conscious. When your struggling, he will always have a shoulder to cry on and lending ear. He’d always have the right words to help you see on the positive side. And when your mental health is thriving, he would reinforce that. Making remarks like, “You look like you are doing really well today. You glow when your feeling good. I’ve never see anything so beautiful.”

I hope you enjoy the ship! Let me know what you think 💗💗 it means the world