#this just makes me so happy guys and i got a brief nugget of angel lore so

[poisonedspider]

A year later and my playbill is finally here and it's been such a pick me up like I keep laughing so hard every single page is a literal gem.

[randompersonnumber3]

Looking Awesome, Feeling Helpless

More Huskerdust flavored fanfic because I can’t stop myself. This is mostly just Angel and his thoughts during what we see in the Addict music video, with our favorite spider also having the kitty’s absence on his mind because I can’t help myself.

If they didn’t want me to obsess over these things they wouldn’t have put it in the Instagram is all I’m saying.

TW: Non-content sexual abuse. Nothing that isn’t in the ADDICT music video

Angel sipped the free coffee he got from some weirdo backstage as he peaked out from behind the curtains at the audience that filled the strip club. It was a full house but that wasn’t a surprise. Everyone wanted a piece of him. He scanned for any familiar faces. Ugh. Travis was there, the miserable pathetic sack of shit he was. Val was sitting at his key spot, the two broads he always had with him hanging on his arms. 

He didn’t see Husk anywhere. Why did that bother him so much? It wasn’t like they were close, but he had personally given the kitty a ticket and he just blew him off. Husky probably didn’t realize how much it meant to Angel for him to show up to this. It’s not like he told anyone. Not even his bestie Cherri. Okay, he may have told Fat Nugget but his precious baby wasn’t going to blab momma’s secret like that.

He pulled back to finish getting ready. He didn’t really want to put on this show but it’s what Val wanted because apparently the asshole wasn’t already swimming in enough dough. Fucking jackass.He set down the drink and stared at the mirror to get himself into the right head space. Just had to get through this and please Val. Okay… okay….

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The show had gone well. Angel had raked in the tips like always, and no one even got on him when he kicked Travis in the face. He definitely needed that bit of stress relief during the show. 

He finished his cigarette and tossed the butt on to the street as Val walked with his bitches. “Good show, Angelcakes” one of Val’s hands moved to Angel’s ass. It made his skin crawl. He wanted to shrink away and curl up with Fat Nuggets, hidden and away from all of this.

Instead he forced a smile, “Did you expect anything else from me?” He eyed the street, not sure if the limo coming sooner would be good. “Didn’t see Vox there. Making sure I don’t steal your boyfriend?”

Valentino grabbed his jaw roughly, “How many times do I have to tell you Angel baby, lose the attitude.” He hissed, red smoke surrounding Angel. Angel made a slight noise of pain but before Val could do more the limo pulled up to the street.

He got in and Val sat next to him, the moth demon wrapping one of his arms around the spider. Angel hated the limo. Not all limos, Charlie’s limo had the cool window switch which made it a step up above Val’s limo, even without the liquor. He just hated THIS limo. It made him feel trapped and unable to escape. 

Thankfully Val was busy counting his money, giving Angel some time to not focus on being Val’s well behaved bitch. He watched the streets as they drove by, and for whatever reason his mind kept going how he wished Husk had been there. 

Why though? He doubted the cranky old man could keep him safe from Val. Val was an overlord of Hell and Husk was just a cute kitty. Though with Husk’s temper he could still see him trying to defend Angel… if he caught him at a good moment. Angel had a small smile at the thought and allowed himself a brief fantasy of Husky taking down Val. It wasn’t something that could realistically happen, but it was fun to imagine.

His brief moment of escape was ruined as Valentino pulled him onto his lap. Angels heart pounded in his chest. He knew what was coming, and he didn’t want this. Valentino went to kiss him and Angel pulled away. He wanted out of this trap. But this spider was somehow caught in a web made by a giant moth demon. Valentino forced him into the kiss and would force him into everything that would follow suit…

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

At last he was home. He slammed the door to the hotel and walked through the lobby. Husk was at his bar, asleep in his own drool with an empty bottle still in his claws. So that’s what happened. Kitty had too much to drink and passed out. He felt a mix of emotions about it. He was happy that Husk hadn’t intentionally ducked out on him, but it wasn’t a good enough reason to negate the hurt. Angel lit a cigarette as Husk’s snores started to fade. The spider demon quickly left the lobby to get to his room. He didn’t want to talk to him. 

Angel stopped as he reached the second floor and leaned on the railing to stare out. Fuck, he needed some good drugs right about now. But no, he needed to avoid “problematic” shit if he was going to stay here without Vaggie threatening to kill him again and sending him to double Hell. It was idle threats but he wasn’t in the mood for that shit. He watched Husk from above the groggy old man went to clean up his drool and Angel began to sing to himself, “I’m addicted… to the sorrow… when the buzz ends by tomorrow…”

“Angel?” A hand reached out to touch his shoulder causing Angel to jump. For a split second he was irrationally terrified it was Val wanting to take more from him. But no, it was just Ms. Perky Charlie. Judging by her face she hadn’t expected that reaction but Angel wasn’t in the mood to care. He flipped her the bird, heart still pounding in his chest. He didn’t want to talk to her either. She would just say some inspirational bullshit about having faith and blah blah blah. He just couldn’t handle that naive optimism right now.

He finished his trek to his room. Fat Nuggets came to greet him and he picked his little hell boar up. Charlie’s unintentional startling off him still had him on edge and memories of what Val liked to do whenever he had a chance was still haunting his brain. He couldn’t even admire himself in the mirror without thinking about it. He tossed the unfinished cigarette into an ashtray and laid down on his lonely bed.

His mind kept on going back to Husk as he tried to avoid thinking about Val. He had to remind himself that Kitty wasn’t trying to hurt him. Besides, it's not like Angel was known for… these feelings. He was a porn star sex worker in Hell. He flirted with fucking every guy he came across. Husk might not even be into guys, anyways. But… even if Husk sincerely rejected him, he would rather be here in this hotel with him and his unrequited feelings than back at the Studio with the assholes who ran it. “Maybe things won’t be so terrible inside this hotel.” He told Fat Nuggets and himself. Fat Nuggets seemed to agree and gave him a kiss on his cheek, and for the first time that night, Angel gave a genuine smile.

[donghyuwus]

Hiya! Can I request a prompt with Johnny? 2, 3, 12, 16, just some fluff bc this girl has her soft hours again

Omg honestly thank you so much for requesting this, it turned out like shit but I honestly still hope you like it even though.

Prompt: is this what it feels like to find your soulmate? you are such an idiot honeslty. in my eyes you are the most pretty human being on this planet. i honestly can’t believe your mine. (and i just noticed i for some reason i added 6: i could literally kiss you right now, idk why maybe i saw it wrong i hope you don’t mind though)

“No, not this movie again.” Annoyed you closed your eyes as a sigh escaped your lips. “Shut up, it’s beginning.” Ten shushed you while pushing his elbow in your side which you returned with a death glare. He just scoffed before turning his head to the TV while shoving some popcorn into his mouth.

It was Ten’s birthday and this twink decided to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks… again. By now you could swear you could sing every song, knew their script and you maybe even know when who was going to move. But it was your friends birthday and the angel you are you decided to just go with it to please the big baby.

Taeyong, Jaehyun and Lucas were sitting on the ground with some blankets and loads of popcorn. In the mean time you were sitting between Ten and Johnny.

The curtains were closed and the TV was the only thing that lighted the room a little bit.

A bit annoyed you grabbed a hand full of popcorn as you decided to eventually just stare at the 3 chipmunks singing on the screen.

About 1 hour into the movie, five empty boxes of popcorn and some people falling asleep, your head was leaning onto Johnny’s shoulder without you even noticing it. Johnny did though. He had glanced at you trying to see if you were doing this on purpose to tease him or something but the focused look on your face while you were shoving hand after hand of popcorn down your throat, didn’t make it seem like you did so.

A bit startled he shifted his gaze to the screen again while feeling his cheeks getting red fast and his heart racing a bit faster. Even though he was trying real hard to concentrate on Dave yelling at Alvin for the tenth time he just couldn’t help but glance at you once in a while, admiring your soft and beautiful features. He couldn’t help but smile every time your eyes grew big while taking a bite, and how squishy your cheeks looked while munching.

After some time the movie ended and you looked around to see who was sleeping already. Your eyes scanned the 3 peepz underneath you who were all drooling and even Jaehyun and Taeyong hugging each other. A small giggle left your mouth before you shifted your eyes towards Ten who to your surprise was sleeping as well, while he was being so persistence in watching the movie. In your head you were cursing at him for making you watch the movie again for him while he fell asleep. After that your eyes went to the person who was on the other side of you.

Johnny.

The boy you had a crush on ever since you saw him at a amusement park about a year ago. Your friend had dared you to go in the most frightening roller coaster in the park and the ‘badass’ you were you went up to the queue and waited with chicken legs to go on. As soon as it was your turn you sat down and a very tall and handsome boy came and stood beside you. He asked if it was to okay to sit next to you, but before you even could give an answer the staff set him down saying the ride would start.

And let’s just spare the juicy details and say he saw you in your worst state screaming things like: “HOLY CHICKEN NUGGETS!”, to: “I THINK MY HAMBURGER IS COMING OUT AGAIN!” Mixed with some high pitched screams and some weird faces and that all in the span of a ride from maybe 1 minute or less.

When you both got off the boy was laughing his ass off, saying that was the best ride of his life. Lowkey you tried to run from him because you were so embarrassed but he insisted that you two should become friends because he hadn’t laughed so hard in such a long time and you seemed like a nice person.

So that’s what happened. And now you’re here sitting in a gloomy room with 4 sleeping babies around you, staring right into his eyes, now knowing he was the only one not sleeping all this time. Slowly you felt your heart starting to beat faster as you both just sat there saying nothing, just staring at one another.

Wanting to break the silence you opened your mouth but just when you were about to say something he interrupted you. “Did you know what I thought when I first met you in the amusement park that day?” The question caught you off guard and you just stared at him still with your mouth open looking like you were gonna say something.

“I thought so is this what it feels like to find your soulmate?”

You thought you heart stopped beating and breathing was suddenly unknown in your dictionary.

Was he messing with you? Is this a prank? A set-up maybe?

Whatever it was, it wasn’t funny and you didn’t know how to respond.

Johnny was still staring at you with his sparkling brown eyes who reflected a little bit of light from the TV screen. His soft brown hair falling a bit on one of them.

“You know,” he speaks again, “I could honestly kiss you right now.”

Your breathing stopped for a brief second and you saw the sincerity in his eyes.Something inside of you told you that this wasn’t a prank and this giant right here was really confessing his love for you. But why now you thought to yourself. And if he could read your mind he spoke again and answered your question.

“I know it’s late of me, and this isn’t the place I had in mind of confessing to you. It’s just that no matter when I told myself to tell you, no matter how many times I asked you to meet me in a café because I had something to say. Every single one of those times I just couldn’t get to it, being afraid I would ruin the friendship we have.” He paused for a moment shifting a bit maybe feeling uncomfortable because you had like no reaction at all expect for an open mouth with egg eyes that were staring at him. He was feeling quite sad knowing you probably didn’t feel the same way about him and he had now totally ruined everything between you two.

He coughed before he grabbed all his courage again and finished what he wanted to say: “But seeing you like this, being the most beautiful human being on this planet in my eyes, while laying your head on my shoulder and just-”

You didn’t let him continue and instead you pressed your lips to his soft ones. First he didn’t kiss you back and you felt your heart drop thinking it might be a prank after all, with the guys standing up and laughing at you while holding a camera or something.

Quick and sad you pulled away from his face feeling like you could cry at any moment. When he suddenly cupped your face and leaned in quickly being reunited with your lips again.

You could feel his smile against your lips and again you could cry. But this time because of happiness and the butterflies in your stomach.

When he eventually pulled away from your face, which he still was holding in his big, soft hands, he gave you a goofy smile. “You should have told me earlier you liked me. Did you know how much easier things would be for me?”

“You could also have told me instead of calling me up to say something to me and then talk about the new Spongebob episode you last watched.” A chuckle escaped your lips. “You’re such an idiot honestly.”

“You both are idiots okay, now guys let’s go before they do things my pure ass doesn’t want to know about.”

Both you and Johnny were startled by the sudden voice of Ten and the other guys staring at you both wide awake.

“Wait..”, you pointed at them, “how long were you guys watching?”

“Long enough to know that we should give you corny asses some privacy.” Jaehyun stated before standing up and waiting for the others to do so as well.

They all left the room one by one with Ten being the last. He opened the door but turned his head before walking away. “You owe me this one Johnny.” He said before giving you a wink and leaving the room mumbling something about not having too much fun.

You turn your head to Johnny to ask about what he owes Ten but he shushes you before you can saying anything by grabbing your body and pulling you close to his warm chest while you hear him mumble the words:

“I honestly can’t believe your mine.”

A/n

okay but like honestly this was fucking, fucking cringy and i’m so sorry about it honestly. i still hope you enjoyed it even the littlest bit and honestly thank you so much for requesting.

also pls don’t mind some grammar mistakes and/or misspelled words. english isn’t my first language so i might easily make some mistakes and i truly apologize for that 😥

[mrmichaelchadler]

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Thumbnails is a roundup of brief excerpts to introduce you to articles from other websites that we found interesting and exciting. We provide links to the original sources for you to read in their entirety.—Chaz Ebert

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"Why Bo Burnham's 'Eighth Grade' Gets It Right": At Indie Outlook, I share my thoughts on the best film I've seen thus far in 2018.

“Nothing angered me more as a teen than high school movies that failed to take my pain seriously. Despite its memorable soundtrack, ‘Grease’ was a sanitized nostalgic fantasy populated by adults with a troubling case of arrested development. Even films I adored, such as ‘Dead Poets Society,’ contained stereotypical nerds with thick glasses, ever-present allergies and zero social skills. ‘Eighth Grade’ doesn’t have an ounce of condescension, and the laughter that it generates—which is plentiful—arises out of recognition rather than ridicule. (Fisher’s under-the-breath delivery of ‘Who cares?’ while forcing a banana into her mouth is uproarious.) Burnham avoids any hackneyed melodramatic plot developments because he’s well aware that the life of a middle schooler is dramatic enough. Of course, no honest film about junior high could be made without it getting slapped with an R rating by the MPAA for—in this case—‘language and some sexual material.’ What the ratings board, in their famously limited wisdom, appear to have forgotten is that junior high itself is rated R. No parent, teacher or guardian can prevent a sixth grader from rapidly losing their innocence bred in elementary school as they enter a volatile community preoccupied with puberty and four-letter words. This transition would be less extreme if schools simply housed grades kindergarten through eighth grade under the same roof, a prime motivator for students to be better role models. It’s so easy to feel detached from the rest of existence while imprisoned in junior high, and every single person currently enrolled in it is entirely of age to see this movie. This is a rare instance in which sneaking a purchase with a fake ID could prove beneficial to your mental health.”

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"Of Their Age: Olivier Assayas on the Making of 'Cold Water'": In conversation with Criterion's Hillary Weston.

“‘Cold Water’ was a turning point. I’ve always had a hard time with scoring movies. It’s something I did on my first and second features, and I was not so happy with the results. I did it on my third feature,  ‘Paris Awakens,’ and though the music was by John Cale and considerably better than the music on my previous films, I was still not happy with the way music connected with emotions and within the images. The movie I made right after that, ‘A New Life,’ had no music at all. So ‘Cold Water’ was a way of going back and building a new relationship with music. What was fascinating about it was that, for the first time, I was using only music that I loved. The way I approached that very long party scene was by structuring it with music, with tracks that would cover the specific emotions and the way they change during the night. Ultimately, the songs ended up becoming one with the narrative—they say something that’s beyond the story. I think that people who have experienced the seventies are connected by that music, so all of a sudden it’s a universal language. In many ways, the soundtrack to Something in the Air is much closer to the kind of music I loved at that time. I was very much into British underground. But the way I approached  ‘Cold Water’ was a little different. It doesn’t have the music I was actually listening to; it’s the music kids at that time were listening to.”

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"Europe's rising nationalism is putting pressure on film directors and the stories they tell": According to Jeffrey Fleishman on The Los Angeles Times.

“‘There is now a blacklist of books, theater directors and filmmakers,’ Polish director Pawel Pawlikowski, whose ‘Ida’ won an Academy Award for foreign language film in 2015, told the press in May at the Cannes Film Festival, where he won the director award for ‘Zimna Wojna (Cold War).’ ‘I have the honor to be on this list. With the new [Polish] government, which has taken control of public television, it is just like under communism.’ Polish authorities have denied a blacklist, but ‘Ida,’ the story of a Jewish orphan raised by Catholic nuns after her parents were killed in World War II, touches on the sensitive question of Polish complicity in the Holocaust. The nationalist government, controlled by Law and Justice Party leader Jaroslaw Kaczynski, amended a bill last month, making it essentially a civil violation to accuse Poland of having had a role in those horrors. It was part of a broader effort by the establishment to whitewash any hint of transgression and celebrate Polish identity. ‘They are obsessed with rewriting history,’ said Agnieszka Holland, a Polish director and Academy Award nominee. ‘They want to change the history into this heroic, nationalistic legend where all Poles are wonderful and all others are guilty of everything.’ She added that the government explored the ‘quite naïve idea’ of producing an epic film on Polish history — spoken in English — that would be distributed by Hollywood.”

4. 

"'I Like Being Aggressive in the Storytelling...': Michael Dinner on His CBS James Ellroy Adaptation, 'L.A. Confidential'": Another great interview conducted by Jim Hemphill at Filmmaker Magazine.

“The conversation with the director of photography began with what I didn’t want to do. The cliché in film noir is hard lights coming in through blinds, so we shot everything with soft light. And then there’s a conversation about lenses — we shot on wider lenses that had a shallower depth of field. In general I tend to shoot on the two extremes of the lens; I like being aggressive in the storytelling and taking the audience by the neck and saying, ‘Pay attention to this.’ There’s a scene in the pilot early on where a guy pulls a gun, shoots a cop, gets in his car, speeds away, does a U-turn, and then he’s T-boned. My thought was, I’m going to shoot this the same way I would shoot this scene today, it’s just that they’re in period outfits in period cars. There would have been a way of shooting that 50 or 60 years ago – even 20 years ago – where the camera wouldn’t be as aggressive. I wanted it to be as kinetic as possible, so I turned to the visual effects people and said, ‘I don’t want to be limited.’ The great thing about Broadway in downtown Los Angeles is that there’s architecture to hang shots on, and then you just have to somehow remove the little signs and meters and lines on the street and things like that. I wanted to make sure I could rotate around 360 degrees and clean it up, because that to me makes it less of a museum piece. So that was the approach: how can we tell this story so that there’s an emotional pop to it, and it’s aggressive in modern terms, but still assimilates noir filmmaking? It was tough, because we don’t preserve architecture in Los Angeles. Trying to recreate 1952 L.A. is like doing a science fiction movie set on the planet Xenon.”

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"Terry Gilliam and his 'Don Quixote'": Cineuropa's Susanne Gottlieb reports from the Karlovy Vary International Film Festival about the exuberant director's latest polarizing feature.

“Gilliam has a natural aversion to awards and the big limelight. In Karlovy Vary, he jokingly pushed the narrative that he achieved something that the legendary Orson Welles couldn’t. Welles, whose films also got caught up in production complications, was opting for an adaption of the Don Quixote material that never materialized in its final form. But while Gilliam is a fine director, none of his work reaches Welles’ cultural legacy. The comparison is a bit farfetched. Has the master of fantastic worlds simply grown too bitter with the business? Gilliam hopes he hasn’t become Toby. ‘There are so many talented filmmakers that make their first film and then they get dragged into the seductive world of commercials,’ he says. ‘They never come back, so this movie is a warning to young filmmakers.’ Having himself shot commercials, Gilliam is familiar with the instant financial gratification of the money paid in that sector. In an early scene in the director’s latest feature, Toby’s loss of vision and purpose as a filmmaker becomes apparent when he watches the student version of his own ‘Don Quixote,’ a piece of art with an aura he is trying to replicate in a big budget production. Glued to the DVD Player, he gets lost in the film, dissecting its soul but coming up empty. If that was the warning that would reach the young filmmakers in Gilliam’s own audience loud and clear, one might cherish the lesson learned and move on, even if it took a very uneven movie to get there. Unfortunately, that is not the only lesson Gilliam’s film advances. The convoluted mess that is ‘The Man Who Killed Don Quixote,’ a miscellaneous mix of ideas, sends out another warning even clearer: sometimes, it is better to kill your darlings.”

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