#veronica: featuring uriel.

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤsometimes, veronica pitied the man uriel had become. quiet and complacent. a shell of the person that'd swept her off her feet the very first night they'd met. a memory she treasured, cradled it to her chest more than she did her husband. something she needed to work on. just because she thought he'd grown pathetic over the years didn't mean that she loved him any less. distance had grown between them, sure, but wasn't distance supposed to only make the heart grow fonder? yes, that's why she worked so much. why she often spent days on end on sets. to help keep things fresh. not because she was selfish. no, not at all.

ㅤㅤfingers that were still lightly stained by berry juice stroked along his mouth and across his cheek, tugging at the corner of his lips as if to force them up into a lopsided smile. even then, he was the most handsome man in the world, albeit in his own gloomy way. " then dinner it is. " her own voice was obnoxiously louder than his own, despite how close they were, especially when he'd turned in her arms. it made her smile, seeing him perk up at the prospect of their date. she was excited, too; evidenced by a subtle, yet genuine, smile curling at glossy petals.

ㅤㅤ" red, hm? sounds like you already have a dress of mine in mind." she was giddy, anticipation already building for their first date night in what must be months. sure, they went out — but usually it was with friends, or coworkers. she barely managed to make the time for her sweet, doting husband. " nothing like a special occasion to bring out the louboutin's. we could try something new, " the fingers against his cheek trailed down the side of his throat, nails gliding over the collar of his shirt as she spoke. " or we could go to where you took me the night you proposed. that'd be romantic, don't you think? and they make the best tiramisu. "

He had heard it said before-- ‘the person you love the most gets the least of you’. Uriel wasn’t sure if that was true. He’d given everything away to Veronica, even quit his job so that he could give her the easiest existence possible, and though he knew this only manifested into conversations about income, at least from his wife, he had hoped that someone out there recognized it for what it truly was: a sacrifice of love. Uriel had loved his job, being around people, the glamor and novelty that every night brought, and he’d loved when that glamor and novelty was in his kitchen, his bedroom, his shower, and it was so for a few years. Now, well-- he tried not to think of what was the current state of their relationship. It would get better, Uriel convinced himself, if he was better, things would be better.

Uriel sighed in her embrace, thinking of how she made him feel when her mouth was shut. It was a cognitive dissonance that she had neatly woven for herself. Her embrace could be so sincere, so sensual, so warm and inviting, and at the same time, Veronica was capable of such a sharp word that one would almost mistake her for being two people inhabiting one body, but Uriel did admire her for that. She was so many things that not only would he never be, but that he couldn’t be. He didn’t know if he envied her or just loved her. He knew he wanted her near to him though; he just wanted to be able to touch her and hear her say his name, no matter how cruelly.

“We could go for dinner,’ he whispered, turning his head to face her, her small thumb tugging at the corner of his lip. Uriel gave his wife a downturned smile. He sighed, turning his entire body, his back on the counter, facing Veronica, one of her arms still positioned on the side of him. He wondered what he looked like from the few inches she stood below him. “We haven’t gotten done up in some time. I have the Ford suit from Easter, I’ve only worn the one time, it could be nice. I’m thinking red accenting might be nice for the night…changing of the leaves, and all.”

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Feature Friday

A Wrinkle in Time (2018)

Four years after the mysterious disappearance of her father, a young girl, her brother, and a friend are transported across the galaxy by three mystical beings to search for him before he is lost to the darkness. A Wrinkle in Time was filmed in Los Angeles, Eureka, and New Zealand.

Meg lives at 2523 4th Avenue in Los Angeles with her mother and brother who brings by a strange woman one evening.

Meg’s bedroom, where she wakes up during the storm, is located at 1927 South Oxford Avenue.

Meg goes to middle school at Crenshaw High School where she is bullied by her neighbor Veronica and gets into trouble for hitting her with a ball.

Meg and Charles Wallace go walking their dog Fortinbras down Prescott Court north from 31st and then onto West 30th Street where they run into Calvin.

Charles Wallace leads them to Mrs. Who’s house at 2153 West 30th Street.

Meg’s parents give a presentation in a flashback about their theories at the Japanese American National Museum playing NASA but they are laughed out of the room.

Meg is hanging out in the backyard with Calvin when Veronica leans out of her bedroom window next door at 2515 4th Avenue. This house was previously used as the Eppes house in the series Numb3rs.

The adventure begins on the planet Uriel where the kids search for clues of their father’s whereabouts. These extensively digitally enhanced scenes were filmed on the hillsides of Hunter Valley Station on Lake Hawae in New Zealand.

Later, after Meg takes control of a jump, everyone ends up on Camazotz in the field of Ben Ohau Station.

The field is transformed into a forest filmed at Sequoia Park in Eureka which is then engulfed in a storm.

Meg, Calvin, and Charles Wallace then find themselves in a creepy suburb filled with identical houses and identical children doing identical things. These homes were filmed on Orbit Lane in a small military housing development in San Pedro for Fort MacArthur.

The suburb changes again into Venice Beach filled with colorful people where Charles Wallace is separated from the others.

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Always Be My Maybe (Feature)

Always Be My Maybe is a Netflix original movie written by Ali Wong and Randall Park. Wong is known for her Netflix stand-up specials Baby Cobra, Hard Knock Wife and her role as Doris on American Housewife. She’s also appeared on ABC’s Fresh Off the Boat series which stars Randall Park. Fresh Off the Boat was created and executive produced by Nahnatchka Khan, who is serving as the director for Always Be My Maybe.

The romantic comedy follows Sasha and Marcus; two childhood sweethearts who reconnect after spending 15 years without speaking. For Sasha, things are a little different now as she’s in the midst of opening her own restaurant in San Francisco. Marcus, on the other hand, is still a struggling musician who is barely making ends meet.

As the pair begin to rediscover their feelings for each other, they have to find a way to make it work despite having two very different lives.

Here’s a roundup of the cast that has been announced so far thanks in part to the film’s IMDb page:

Actor Role You may know them from Keanu Reeves The Matrix, Swedish Dicks Daniel Dae Kim Lost, Hawaii Five-0 Ali Wong Sasha Baby Cobra, Hard Knock Wife, American Housewife Randall Park Marcus The Interview, Fresh Off the Boat Michelle Buteau Veronica You may know them from Vivian Bang White Rabbit, Yes Man Karan Soni Deadpool 2 Charlyne Yi Paper Heart James Saito Harry Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Cloak & Dagger Lyrics Born Susan Park Fargo, Vice Principals

Always Be My Maybe will continue filming in Vancouver and British Columbia until July 6th.

All My Tomorrows (aka 2 Hearts) (Feature)

All My Tomorrows is a coming of age story that follows two completely different boys who are brought together in an a very unique way. Through their lens, we see the importance of live life to its fullest and never take anything for granted.

The cast that has been revealed so far includes Radha Mitchell (Silent Hill), Kari Matchett (Covert Affairs) and Malcolm Stewart (Jumanji). We’ll update this article once more information becomes available.

Lance and Conrad Hool have teamed up as the producer and director respectively while Robin Uriel Russin and John Schalter wrote the script.

All My Tomorrows will continue filming in Vancouver and British Columbia until July 3rd.

Also Starting This Week

Critters (TV Series) Filming until June 19th

For a full list of what’s filming in Vancouver and British Columbia right now, check out our In Production page.

Wrapping Up This Week

The Wedding March 4: Something Old, Something New (TV Movie) with Jack Wagner, Josie Bissett, Andrew Walker, Merritt Patterson, Sandy Sidhu and Eric Pollins wraps up May 29th

Garage Sale Mystery: Requiem (TV Movie) with Lori Loughlin wraps up June 2nd

If you see any of these productions, including Always Be My Maybe or All My Tomorrows filming in Vancouver and British Columbia, be sure to let us know by tweeting us (@WhatsFilming) or via our Submit a Location page.

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[tearfest]

ㅤㅤveronica didn't really know why she got so tense with uriel. he was nothing if not good to her, the perfect husband; a man she was taking for granted. not that she didn't love him. she would've simply divorced him by now if that was the case. it's just that things were... complicated, and veronica's emotions were roller-coasting as of late. and poor uriel saw both her best and her worst sides, perhaps the latter more frequently than the former. but wasn't that what love was? squabbling and growing old together... only uriel never raised his voice, never bit even when baited. couldn't recall a time where he'd ever raised his voice at her in the entirety of their marriage. it was tedious sometimes, a fighter partnered with a lover. his perfections reminded her of her flaws... but opposites really did attract; they are married, after all.

ㅤㅤeven after all their time spent together, veronica was still pretty much inept when it came to reading her husband. she thought she could at first, in their honeymoon phase. but she'd grown so famous, and her time had been spread so thin over the years, and so they'd only grown distant. or at least veronica had. she missed what she now saw as their prime years together, yearning for the simpler times before her ego had grown so inflated. but she couldn't say that, not out loud. and so she just ate the strawberry he'd lovingly prepared for her, blinking and missing his wince when the juices dropped onto the board beneath. " mm, juicy and sweet. " she muttered, taking another bite before finishing the berry; sucking her reddened fingers clean. hazel hues followed the stained blade as he moved it towards the sink, seizing the opportunity and grabbing his now empty hands; arms now hugging around him from behind. she just held his hands there, thumbs brushing across his contrastingly pale knuckles.

ㅤㅤ" okay then, " she knew to drop it now. she'd had more than her fair share of fun with the teasing. " my day looks busy. " she muttered, turning his body away from the counter and towards hers. " i have a meeting with the producers in the morning, filming in the afternoon, and then another meeting with the film studio. busy, busy, busy. " hands dropped his own, one falling down by her side whilst the other reached up to cup at his pale, clean-shaven jaw; thumb tugging at the corner of his lip.

ㅤㅤ" dinner works for me. are you going to take me out, or make something nice for me? it's been too long since we last had a date night, don't you think. "

Uriel handed the strawberry to Veronica (though he sliced the top off of hers, and sliced it into two halves to fit in her mouth without any strain), as if she had to ask. She could have told him to do it, and it would have sounded like the same request, except the asking made it facetious, as if she had to play nice to quell him. He didn't want to go through the mental hula-hoops that her recent behavior caused him, so instead he considered: playing nice was fine. He preferred it to being mean.

At times, he did feel like a kid, playing and hula-hooping and giving gifts to a girl who would never return them, and his thin frame even mirrored an emaciated, overgrown youth, the way his back slightly hunched forward like a child who hadn't been corrected to stand all the way straight. He kept doing the things that boys did, kept acting the way that hard-headed children acted— making the same mistake despite being slapped on the hand for it constantly. Uriel could have easily figured it out by now, he might get more bees with vinegar when it came to Veronica because she was like no other winged creature, but he wanted his dream romance, he wanted his dream wife, and there were certain things he couldn't compromise despite loving her deeply.

He couldn't be a good husband to her if that meant raising his voice or giving her demands or even telling her no, because that wasn't how he wanted to treat her, even though it seemed that that was what she wanted at times. It felt like she wanted a sparring partner, not a lover, but he was determined to love her down. And up. And all around until maybe one morning she changed her mind and reverted back to the freckled woman with red blush and a flushed face after a few drinks that he had met at work that night that seemed so long ago— she had kissed him like it was his first time being kissed, and she didn't want to break him.

Perhaps he was fantasizing, but she brought him straight out of it when he saw the red juice from the strawberry drip onto the cutting board straight from her mouth. Uriel winced.

He nodded as she spoke, not really listening, just staring at the stain before he felt her lips against his cheek. He was stoic, not moving in reaction to her kiss, instead pushing the knife over into the sink having finished cutting their breakfast. Furrowing his eyebrows, he replayed in his thoughts what he had heard but yet to process— and though she promised to put the shoes away— mentioned that she would have done it had he only said something— he knew that it was something he would have to let go because the tone of her voice sounded quite insincere, but why had he bothered her anyway?

It was nothing.

"We don't have to talk about the shoes,' Uriel felt sick to his stomach. As if all the fury he'd felt had been part of a jest. He wondered if she would speak with her agent about it. "What does your day look like today,—" he looked at the stain again.

"Let's do dinner tonight."

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤveronica was rarely kind to anyone, small glimpses being seen by uriel and uriel alone. he used to be on the receiving end of a lot more sweet spontaneity; spoiling him rotten in the earlier years of their marriage with private jets and five-star hotels, her love language translating into acts of generosity, or sex. and she was far too busy to do much of either, recently. between work, and upholding a secret relationship online... well, she was running a little sparse on time. and it could be argued that her recent acts of kindness were purely fuelled by her guilt; a gift for every time she'd said too much to her digital lover. acting was a piece of cake, but straight-up lying was in a whole other ballpark of its own.

ㅤㅤgentle smile crept across her complexion, hand cupping beneath her chin as he fed her a segment of apple; teeth piercing through the soft, pink skin with a crunch of canines, juice running down either side of her mouth before she dabbed at the excess with the back of her hand. eyes narrowed at the use of the past tense, nose scrunching as she swallowed. she began to question whether he was still endeared by her now, silently mulling it over before his words attempt to put out the flames he'd previously doused with gasoline.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ" you don't look very endeared, darling. but, in an attempt to cheer you up— i'll put the shoes away. and— in my defence — i would've put them away anyways. all you had to do was ask. can i have a strawberry? "

ㅤㅤhand was held out expectantly then, waiting for him to naturally fulfil her request; very rarely saying no to her. a quality of his that she admired. " just try not to do that thing that you're so insistent on doing, only to go ahead and deny ever having done it. because if you come home and find a pair of shoes and passive-aggressively put them away, because then i'll just be annoyed. so... " chin rests against his shoulder then, lips grazing against his jaw before pressing a soft kiss against the apple of his cheek; leaving a red stain in her wake.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ" do we have a deal, mr solomon? or are you going to continue to get mad over my shoes? i remember when it was you that was the one who'd take them off and throw them somewhere to be forgotten about. "

Uriel knew what it meant to play into Veronica's diatribes, after all, she was an actress. He wasn't even sure if she always meant it, but it seemed like any time he raised any concerns he had about their relationship, and dissatisfaction, she took it as a slight, rather than a means to compromise. It was very childlike, much like whenever he hired teenagers or young adults, but he pacified himself, reckoning that perhaps what he lamented to her was whiny or insufferable in and of itself, so she had responded in step. He had a tendency to blame himself or try to absolve others, his mother had always told him that, but it made it easier to make himself perfect if he assumed everyone else was wholly correct in their attitudes and actions.

He heard her footsteps and then felt her arm around him, and though his blood was beginning to run cold, slightly afraid that an argument would explode that morning or he would spend the rest of the day anxiety-riddled, he was, instead, instantly warmed by her touch, her commanding and confident voice in his ear. It was his wife after all, how could he stay mad at her?

He gave a limp but genuine smile.

"No cleaner, please,' Uriel moaned, picking a slice of granny smith apple off the cutting board and feeding it to Veronica, he looked down at her, over his shoulder.

"I wouldn't say I liked it,' Uriel confessed, pulling the green leaves from a strawberry before putting the entire fruit into his mouth to prevent any of its red juices from spilling onto the wood cutting board, a vicious stain to remove. "I thought it was endearing,' he tilted his head. He had. He had liked cleaning after his busy lady, knowing she could rest her head at night, knowing everything was back where it was supposed to be. He would clean the makeup off her face after cocktail parties he had heard nothing of and listen to drunken ramblings about people he knew nothing about, and he wouldn't even be offended when she mentioned another man!

"You still endear me, constantly,' he defended quickly. "I'm just saying, my dear, the shoes put away would endear all the more."

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤ" jesus fucking chr— my heels? " she interrupted, but her voice was more like a backing track to his rant rather than a real interjection. his speech served as yet another reminder as to why she'd sought out intimacy online, lessening her guilt as she stared at him via the reflection in her vanity's mirror. " i've said time and time again how we should hire a fucking cleaner, babe. so i'm a little messy, " understatement of the century, " boo hoo. what happened to for better or for worse? " she finished her mascara before getting to her feet, chair scraping against the floor when she spun to face her husband. " you married a busy woman. " between acting and directing, she just had enough time to ignore the problems in their marriage, but not enough to try to tackle them. " and i apparently married a fucking roomba. "

"What's bothering me?" — Uriel scoffed, rubbing his eyes. He laughed, attempting to avoid an argument so early in the morning, but he could feel the woman's jabs with intensity, and he figured that perhaps it was that morning that it would all come tumbling down. "Your heels, my dear. It's your heels. Every night they conveniently find themselves strewn on the floor, and you blindly assume that they must walk themselves back to your wardrobe each evening. I clean after you every day, and you've never thanked me or even acknowledged it, so I apologize if your complaints have fallen on deaf ears,' he was irritated and bold for the first time ever. "How is your attention to detail so attune when it comes to being the inquisitor but for nothing else, my love?"