#yeah i might talk about the films i saw recently and if i liked them lol

[novaae]

maharaj as a movie is so weird because it touches upon the issues that india very much faced and still faces, but then it deflects any actual commentary by laying the fault with the baba and the common libel speech about how this IS a systemic problem and someone will come to be the bad guy again, but like....

i dont really know how to explain it properly. like it brushes over the actual reasons in a way i wish it didnt. but also i understand why they might not have done it because at this point india is so religiously polarised that going deeper into how hinduism was is and will always been an exploitative slave system is like a career suicide. and maybe mob lynching

[girlokwhatever]

okokokok soooooooo bringing it back to battle of the blondes. let’s set the scene shall we? there’s a wnba event where all three are present and they’ve all interacted with reader separately(reader could be apart of the event or a media reporter). everyone’s blonde big 3 are raving about reader to each other (without realize it’s the same person) and when they find out they’re all talking about reader…..the battle begins (def might have to be a mini series but fs has potential)

thoughts? or prayers ig?

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paige bueckers x fem!reader, emily engstler x fem!reader, kate martin x fem!reader

*just gonna call reader peach bc i don’t want to make an oc, its used like twice for plot purposes.*

oh you’ve really done it now.

you’re attending a WNBA event, something pivotal that would launch your career to the next level if it went well, and you might ruin it for yourself just by the way you’re ogling some of the women.

three women in particular.

you really needed this to go well. like, really needed it. you were planning on becoming a social media manager for one of a few teams you’ve spoken to and you were using tonight to prove yourself. it’d been going really well and you captured such great content for a few different teams but as soon as you saw them, your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. just looking at them made you nervous.

kate martin was the first one to approach you, smile wide with a toothy grin that made you blush. she was nervous.

she spotted you as soon as she walked into the space, easily recognizing you from some of the work you’ve done with the aces. she even heard talk that you’d be the new content manager, something she could only pray was true.

she found her way to you quickly. but as soon as you were within arms length and already smiling at her, she realized she had no idea what she was going to say to you. she had no plan, no cheesy pick-up line, and she definitely had zero chill.

“hi kate! you wanna film some content?”

yes. but not in the way you were talking about.

“i mean, should i? i don’t know, i just saw you and wanted to say hey.” oh god, she was definitely sweating through her undershirt.

“oh okay, well it’s good to see you. how’ve you been?”

kate moves closer to you now, leaning down slightly as you talk so she can hear you better. it’s so she can hear you, not because she wants to be as close to you as possible. definitely not. that’s why when her hand hovers over your spine, gently pressing into you it’s not a big deal because she just can’t hear you.

“oh y’know, i’ve been good. i haven’t seen you at any practices recently. i’ve missed you!” she’s saying it with a friendly tone, leaning down and fanning her breath over your ear. her words immediately make you blush, a silly smile spreading on your face. she never fails to flatter you.

“aw really? i’ve missed you too money martin.”

the blonde laughs and you physically feel it. it isn’t until her body shakes your own that you realized you’re leaning into one another. it immediately makes you freeze, eyes scanning the room for disapproving glances because you need to be on your best, most professional behavior.

you don’t find what you’re looking for, extremely thankful that everyone else’s attention is elsewhere. you push away from kate slightly, turning to stand in front of her. her hand reluctantly drops from your spine but her smile never falters because at least you’re still here.

“so.. i’ve heard some rumors you might be the new media manager for the aces?”

“oh yeah, well, i don’t know. i’ve been seeing a couple teams recently.”

“oh?” oh. it’s definitely not kate’s favorite news. she felt like she really bonded with you and she wanted to have you around more, but the lack of confirmation was a little disheartening. you were so talented; all of your photos looked amazing and everyone loved them. plus, you were a sight for sore eyes. really though, kate looked at you like you were the prettiest girl she’s ever seen. but that’s because you were.

“are you jealous that other teams get my attention too?” you joke, poking your finger on her shoulder gently.

kate’s blushing uncontrollably, turning the same shade as her red suit. she feels like her body might be on fire simply because of your playful teasing. she’s so fucking whipped.

“oh, i- i mean, no, of course not. like you’re great so y’know, i’ll miss you and stuff. yeah.” kate curses herself for stumbling over her words, red cheeks turning crimson. you laugh it off though, smiling that big smile you’re known so well for.

“i’m just messing with you kate. i still don’t know where i’ll end up, wish i could tell you.”

she’s about to say something else, maybe compliment your pretty dress or the way your hair is done but she can’t because someone is calling her name. she pretends like she can’t hear it and continues looking at you, but you’re already looking in the direction of the voice calling out to the blonde. kate internally groans, closing her eyes to roll them in annoyance.

“well, i’ll see you around katie. it was really nice getting to talk to you.”

katie. were you giving her a nickname? the simple thought erupts butterflies in her stomach like she’s never felt before. you make her feel like a love-struck teenager again.

“yeah, yeah. i’ll see ya.” she runs her hand down your arm, gently squeezing once she reaches your palm. it feels wildly intimate for your surface level friendship but kate wants you to know. she needs you to. she can’t even help herself anymore, looking back to smile at you as she disappears into the crowd.

you take a deep breath, reminding yourself that you’re at a work event, not a tinder date. a few more people approach you after that and vice-versa for some media photos and videos. you take pictures of breathtaking outfits, film funny videos and short interviews, and mingle with team management and owners.

you’re in the middle of conversation with a new york liberty media manager when you feel a familiar presence behind you, a gentle hand gliding over the small of your back.

emily engstler smiled at you as you turned away from the previous and forgotten conversation. you were immediately at ease just by looking at her, pulling her into a swift embrace.

“oh my god emily, it’s so good to see you.”

“i could say the same. there’s so many people here i’m glad i spotted you.”

emily was part of the team you’d been working with the past few weeks, filming videos and pictures of the washington mystics players to put up on their social media. you two bonded very easily and quickly and it made your job much more fun, so you really grew a keen liking for her.

she felt the same, maybe a little something more than friendly though.

“how are you? having fun?”

“oh yeah, loads of fun. everyone is so sweet.” it wasn’t a lie; other than the soft but increased patter of your heart because of how good she looked, you were doing great.

“yeah? i’m glad. you look really nice by the way. i’ve never seen you dressed up like this.”

“i could say the same about you. i’m so used to seeing you all sweaty, this is a big difference.”

on the surface emily is calm and collected. she laughs lightly at your comment because it’s true, but it also leaves her a little flustered because hopefully no one heard that out of context. but a tiny part of her hopes someone did.

“do you want me to snap some pictures of you in your suit?” you offer, pointing to the camera resting around your neck.

now she’s even more flustered. she nods and moves to stand against the wall, giving you her best model-level smile as you take her picture. when you show her the pictures she almost cringes at how noticeably flushed she is. it’s all because of you and your cute dress and your even cuter smile-

“are you alright em?”

em. fuck. she’s totally done for as soon as you utter the nickname. it’s not even anything special, everyone fucking calls her that. but it sounds different coming from you. it doesn’t help that you grip her bicep just hard enough to make her a little dizzy.

“oh yeah. can we retake those? i look like a tomato.”

“for sure. i’m sorry- i think i messed up the lighting setting on the camera or something.”

she poses again, flashing you that same breath-taking smile. her hands buries itself deep in her pocket to hide the clamminess.

you can’t help but adore her from behind your device. your eyes linger on her face, watching as her eyes trace your movements as you pull the camera away. she’s much more pleased with the results this time, leaning in to affirm your media skills. emily complimented you endlessly as you showed her shots from earlier in the day too, trying to navigate her way into your heart.

“so, do you know if you’re signing with the mystics or..?”

“oh, no i don’t, not for sure anyways. i don’t think i’m supposed to tell you this but it’s definitely been talked about with management and stuff. i think they really like me.”

“how could they not?”

emily tried to keep her spirits high and wandering mind positive. if you were signed with the mystics it’d make things a lot easier for emily. things like making very clear moves on you to a possible and eventual romantic relationship, something she was interested in having with you.

she watches you smile at her comment and it only warms her heart further. she noticed you do this thing when you smile and she absolutely fucking loves it- you always tilt your head a little to the left when you smile, shrugging sometimes when it’s because of a compliment. she watches you do it now, only admiration flooding her mind and body language.

“you gotta stop looking at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like that. it’s driving me crazy”

you almost go breathless because she’s making you so nervous- was she flirting? it was making your head spin and her cheeky smile doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.

you’re about to reply with some nonsense but thankfully the moment saves you, a teammate of emily’s grabbing her attention.

“hey guys! emily c’mere, there’s someone from my college team i want you to meet.”

she reluctantly waves you goodbye as she vanishes back into the crowd of people that’s only grown since she arrived. now you’re left to stand on your own, still flustered by the tall blonde when another one walks towards you, hand gently coming down on your shoulder to grab your attention.

paige bueckers greeted you with a warm smile, a genuine one that reached to her eyes. your eyes went wide with excitement upon seeing her, a smile like her own painting your features excitedly.

“paige! i had no idea you’d be here.”

“y’know i had to show up to see my fav.”

you’d worked with her before, interning with uconn’s media team last year during your last year of college. she was growing to be a big star in college basketball so you worked with her a lot. it was always a fun time, especially since she’s so photogenic.

“i know you’re working with all the pro teams now but i still think you should come back to uconn for my last year.” she teases, squeezing your shoulder as a gentle reminder that she’s still there and still so close to you.

“oh yeah? you gonna win this year?”

“you already know.”

she shoves her hands in her pockets because she realized she can’t stop touching you. even on the retreat, her smirk is relentless and unwavering within your banter together. confidence exudes from her very being and it’s unbelievably attractive, at least she hopes it is.

she’s trying to swoon you.

“really though, what team are you gonna be working with by next year? i need to know where i’m gonna end up.”

you laugh at that, a beautiful laugh that sweeps through your whole body. it’s music to paige’s ears, face heating up at your reaction but she never falters. she’s smiling and laughing with you because your energy is contagious to her, intoxicating enough to where she’s okay with becoming an addict if it means she can be like this forever. with you.

“wouldn’t you like to know.”

“yeah i would actually.”

“can’t tell you.”

“why not?”

“because i don’t know. change of subject though, let me do my job and take some pictures of you.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

she confidently finds her way in front of the backdrop, posing in a way you can only describe as incredibly fucking hot. she switches her pose a few times and you capture a multitude of pictures from each moment, admiring her beauty and ease.

she swiftly finds her way back to you after a few moments, not able to deny the magnetic energy that keeps pulling her to you. as you show her some of the pictures her hand loops around your torso, pulling you out of the way of passersby, but also just so she can keep close to you.

it feels like it’s been ages since the draft, which is the last time paige saw you. she wants to soak you in now because she doesn’t know when she’ll see you again. the thought sends a pang through her heart but paige is absolutely determined to make a more.. official, move on you tonight. she pulls back to look at your face, cogs in her head turning to look for the perfect thing to say when someone whisks you away.

you bid your sweet, honey-laced farewell before you’re gone in a flash. paige understands, you’re here to work. she strolls away aimlessly, spotting a few familiar faces seated at a table in the distance.

that’s how the three blondes found themselves all at the same table, all gushing about the same person without a clue.

it started with paige talking to caitlin, who eventually dragged kate into the conversation alongside emily. paige talked about you, a nameless mention of the most beautiful girl ever. she gushed to the other blondes about how happy she was to see you again, how pretty you looked, and how sweet you acted.

“i didn’t get to talk to her for long unfortunately but im still so glad i got to see her. she’s so amazing.” paige spoke confidently, leaving your identity anonymous to the rest of the girls at the table. caitlin pushes kate teasingly at the topic, piping up to add to the conversation.

“kate’s little crush is here too. won’t stop talking about her.”

“uh yeah, i saw her when i first got here. i haven’t seen her since though, i think she’s really busy y’know.” kate’s blushing, nowhere in her nightly plans did she intended to spill her guts to everyone about her massive crush on you.

“oh yeah kate, keep it modest. don’t tell them what you told me, about how pretty she looks and how talented she is and how her hair is up so nicely in a cute little half updo-”

“dude!”

“fine, fine.” caitlin’s eyes drift to the other blonde across the table, motioning to her, “what about you? anyone special here tonight?”

emily nervously clears her throat and sinks into the chair. she can’t help but smile at the simple thought of you. the word vomit comes immediately and she can’t even help it.

“oh yeah. i mean, i guess. i’ve kinda liked her for a little while and i got to talk to her earlier. she’s really cool. bro, she’s got this thing she does when she smiles- i swear it’s gonna kill me someday. i’m fucking whipped.”

“same.”

“same.”

kate and paige speak in unison, almost alarmingly. caitlin’s eyes flicker between her friends, then to aaliyah as she approaches the table. she occupies the space between emily and paige, grabbing the shoulders of both her former and current teammate.

“paige did you see peach?”

“yeah, i talked to her a little while ago.”

“did you, emily?”

“yeah i did.”

liyah winks at emily, knowing of the crush her teammate has for her friend. it makes emily blush which immediately catches paige’s eye- it’d be impossible to miss emily’s big smile at the mention of your famous nickname shared between close friends. kate doesn’t catch on, too embarrassed from caitlin’s intrusive speech to think properly.

“wait, what was that?” paige is quick to question, wanting nothing more than for her suspicions to be proven wrong.

“nothing?”

“oh my god.” caitlin breaks through the short silence. she’s pieced it all together. caitlin throws her head back in laughter almost manically because, this drama is too fucking good.

“what?” kate asks, confused as to why everyone looks so concerned.

“you guys all have a crush on the same person.”

everyone’s eyes widen; in fear, horror, shock, jealousy, disbelief, you name it. paige finds you amongst the crowd talking to a woman and can’t help but feel possessive over you. you’re hers. a similar thought seems to run through the other two blondes as well. they all grimace, faces turning sour with discontent.

“wait, you guys have a crush on peach too?” kate doesn’t even want to know the answer, heart sinking past the floor when the other blondes nod in confirmation. she wants to throw up, but more than that she wants to find you and confess her admiration towards you in hopes that you feel the same.

she has to get to you before the others.

she stands up and darts across the room as casually as possible. caitlin watches in shock because she’s never seen her close friend act this way, but there’s a first for everything.

“fuck.” paige mutters, pushing away from the table to follow kate’s trail to you. emily does the same. all the blondes have departed from their previous spots, now only concerned with the trivial task of finding you and getting you alone.

it’s no use though, all immediately arriving within the same second. your attention is inevitably drawn to all three of them as they stand before you with pleading eyes.

“guys? is everything alright?”

“no.” kate mutters, eyes shamelessly wandering over your figure with her bottom lip pulled snugly between her teeth.

“what’s.. what’s going on?”

everyone is silent, glancing around at one another before paige bravely breaks the stale silence. “we all like you peach. a lot. basically, you need to pick one. if any of us.”

“oh.”

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this was 3.1k words…. my longest fic

i really hope it lives up to the hype 😣

yall need to tell me who you want peach to end up with……. maybe all?! ��

also this long ass fic is not spell checked

[endless-ineffabilities]

chemical override (10)

Ewan Mitchell x actress!reader

a/n: as dictated by the results of poll #6, this chapter will include stunt training, clubbing, and an accident. Plus, you've got tub anon to thank for... well... the tub scene :) Oh, and this is kind of 18+. Just a tad.

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Matt and the reader eagerly explore the uncharted waters of their budding relationship. Ewan is booked and busy with the preparation for his new franchise. Will Ewan and his darling even find time for each other, or should they just take this opportunity to let go?

The internet, ever so informative, lets you know that Ewan and Jenna’s arrangement is in its initial stages before he even calls to tell you. 

Their first interview with Josh Horowitz is immediately followed by another feature on the movie set, with the two talking about the pre-production, what they liked about the script, and their chemistry, which according to them, came naturally and did not require much work at all. It was practically the thing they had to work on the least. How lucky. 

A lighthearted reprieve came in the form of a meme that started circulating not long after their interview with Josh. In it, Ewan is caught looking like he's either malfunctioning or deep in a philosophical crisis. The internet ran with it, with captions like, ‘When you realise you left the oven on at home’, to comparing him to an NPC glitching out.

When you asked him about it, he quickly stammered that he simply spaced out. Sure. It was hilarious, nonetheless.

Your publicist Mallory had commented that soon Ewan and Jenna would be obliged to go on pap walks, something that would appear casual and separate from the confines of the project that they’re working on. Something that signals that their relationship is making it into the real world.

“That whole casual ‘just friends hanging out’ vibe they’re gonna push? It’s all part of the gig,” Mallory shared. “Next thing you know, they’ll be taking long walks on the beach or grabbing coffee in some trendy LA spot.”

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting. Even just a little. Sure, you know what the business is like. You’ve been on the same end of that deal just recently, with your own film’s PR efforts. But this arrangement that Ewan has doesn’t seem like the usual short-term fling to drum up buzz. It feels… heavy, like something that might actually stick.

“I’d be lying if I say I don’t find it all annoying, darling, but I try to look at it now as part of the job, you know?” he had said, when he phoned you one evening – his afternoon – to let you know that his stay in LA would be much longer than expected. 

You responded with, “Oh, yeah, I completely understand.” What else can you do? You aren’t together – you don’t have a claim to him, and vice versa. You thought that would make things better – easier – but you’re still waiting for that sense of comfort to kick in.

This is for the best, you would remind yourself every time a new headline surfaces. 

It’s only been a month since you last properly saw Ewan, since that night on the rooftop. In the early days, he messaged every day, called whenever he had a spare moment. But slowly, the calls have become shorter, more sporadic – chalked up to his increasingly busy schedule. Your tones have become more dispassionate – he blames it on his exhaustion, profusely swearing that he misses you so fucking much, but something feels different. 

Your job keeps you busy, with your commitments related to the new season of House of the Dragon, event appearances, and gearing up for the release of your film with Jacob. You are even invited to the upcoming Vanity Fair Young Hollywood Ball, an exclusive party to be held in New York.

And Matt is a more than welcome distraction. 

Matt, who has begun spending more time in your apartment after Ewan’s temporary move to LA. Matt, who brings you flowers that are apparently ‘beautiful, but pales in comparison to you’. Matt, who is unfailingly a gentleman, respecting your boundaries and not making a move since that time on your couch after your first date, when you told him to wait. 

He sits with you by your kitchen counter, in a disarmingly tight white shirt that leaves little to the imagination, one sturdy hand nursing a cup of coffee and the other on the small of your back to support you as you sit on the high stool, and you suddenly don’t want him to wait anymore. 

“Have you decided on what you’ll be wearing to the screening tonight, love?” he asks. 

“Why? Does it have to be pre-approved?” you playfully quip, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Ah,” he nods, smiling, playing along, “of course, of course. You think I’m an easy man to date? You’ve got to keep up with my standards, as beautiful as you already are.”

You laugh, playfully mussing his hair, and he catches your wrist before it drops back on the counter. He says, “I ask because I wanted to match you, so to speak. We’d be like two peas in a pod.”

“Oh,” you snort softly, “or you know, like Tweedledee and Tweedledum?”

“Funny girl,” he muses, before leaning forward and capturing your lips in a soft kiss, caffeinated and warm and Matty. You notice that his hand on your back is pressed firmer – he didn’t want you to slip when you leaned in. 

Charming bastard. He isn’t making things any easier… or maybe he is. 

Maybe he’s it. 

But the moment’s broken by a loud, offended-sounding meow. You look down to see Sansa, staring at Matt like he’s personally responsible for all the world’s problems.

“Hey, babygirl,” Matt croons, extending a hand toward her. Sansa, the biggest diva of a kitten, just gives him a slow blink before trotting off, clearly unimpressed.

“Calling her babygirl isn’t going to make her warm up to you,” you tease.

“She already doesn’t seem to like me,” he replies, scoffing. “Which is a shock, pretty much, how can she not?”

“So humble, Matthew.” You smile at his effortless charm, his easy personality. That’s all you seem to be doing nowadays. Matt is like your personal ray of sunshine. 

“I’ll win her over,” he declares confidently, sitting upright. “Anything for my lady.”

You roll your eyes. “How very Daemon of you.”

“Actually,” he laughs, “Daemon would probably feed her to Caraxes for being difficult.”

“Matthew!”

“I’m kidding!”

Sansa meows even louder, bounding away towards your bedroom. 

“Leave my Sansa alone,” you say, pointing at him accusingly.

He gives you a sly grin. “I will… if you come here and give me another kiss.”

Before you can respond, he slides your stool closer to his with a smooth movement, catching you off guard. You find yourself practically in his lap, his thighs pressing against yours as he waits, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“Okay,” you sigh deeply, narrowing your eyes, unable to mask the smile that graces your lips. “One kiss, but only for Sansa.”

“Oh, shush and kiss me already, love.”

The film screening had been a private event, by invitation only from those who worked on the film. Edward Bluemel, Matt’s good friend, is a fellow actor marking his directorial debut with this film. For a first go, it was impressive, gripping from start to finish. Almost as much as Matt’s hand resting just above your knee, his thumb absentmindedly tracing soft circles into your skin.

Your cheeks had flushed when a particularly steamy scene came on the screen, and it might have been the nervous gremlins in your mind, but you swore Matt’s hand inched higher up your leg.

Now, on your couch, his hand is even higher. He hovers over you, his breath heavy and uneven as his fingers tease at the warmth between your thighs, so close to where you’re already aching for him. 

Maybe it was all the dirty martinis you drank at the open bar after the screening, or maybe this was a long time coming. Either way, you want him, and from the way his lips move urgently against yours, he wants you too.

It dawns on you that the tension is no longer something you can talk yourself out of.

He pulls away, and you protest with a mewling whine, your body arching into him. He nearly growls in frustration, the unspeakable sound you just made having a direct line to his hardened cock. With a gentle tug at the nape of his neck, you pull him back down to your lips, but he resists. 

“We have to slow down,” he chuckles mirthlessly. “Because we’re about to cross a line that I won’t be able to hold back from, love.”

“Matt – ”

“I understand – ” He licks his lips, letting out a slow and controlled breath. “ – that you want to wait – ”

Your confession comes out slow and measured, letting him know that this is what you really want. “Maybe I don’t want… to wait anymore.”

“Say that again,” he says slowly, his eyes darkening in lust. 

“Maybe I… I want you to fuck me.”

“Maybe?” he whispers, his voice rough, practically pleading.

“Oh, just fuck me.”

That’s all it takes for him to snap.

He undresses you in record time, ripping off every item of clothing from your body with an eagerness that betrays just how hungry he is for you.

Neither of you even bother to travel to your bedroom. At some point, your entwined naked bodies slip off the couch and onto your plush carpet. 

And you have a heated… What was it called again? 

Oh right – a damn good roll in the hay. 

The water is still warm in your deep clawfoot tub, steam rising gently from the surface. You lean back, head resting against the porcelain, that blissful post-sex daze settling over you. 

Matt slides into the water opposite you, his movements slow, deliberate. His eyes haven’t left you since he stepped in, and you can feel the weight of his gaze lingering on your skin. It isn’t just the remnants of your earlier intimacy – though that heat still hummed in the air between you – it’s something more. Something you can’t name and maybe you’re afraid to, but it tugs at you all the same.

A small smile plays on his lips, the kind that made your chest tighten – half teasing, half dangerous.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asks, voice low and smooth.

You exhale a soft laugh, running your fingers lazily through the water, trailing small ripples across the surface. “I’m not exactly complaining, am I?”

“Good. Wouldn’t want you to have second thoughts.” His tone is light, but the undercurrent of meaning isn’t lost on you.

You close your eyes, letting the warm water soothe your tired muscles, but even with the comfort of the bath, you can’t quite escape the one person lingering in the back of your mind. 

Matt isn’t Ewan, but he’s here, his presence steady, his charm disarming. He makes you laugh, makes you feel wanted in ways that are simple and uncomplicated, and maybe that’s what you need right now. Maybe it was okay to let yourself enjoy this, to live in this moment without overthinking what it meant.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Matt asks, leaning forward.

You open your eyes, catching the glint of amusement in his. “Just... thinking.”

“Dangerous territory,” he teases, reaching for your hand.

“Hmm, maybe,” you murmur, meeting his gaze. “You’re too charming for your own good, you know that?”

He chuckles deeply. “I’ve been told. But I like to think it’s part of my appeal.”

You roll your eyes, though you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Cocky bastard.”

He grins, leaning in even closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “Takes one to know one.” His hand travels to your leg underneath the water, massaging gently.

“I’m serious, though,” he says softly, his voice taking on a more earnest tone. “I don’t want you overthinking this. We’re good, yeah?”

You nod, but there is a flicker of something else in your chest. Guilt, maybe? But Matt is right here, and he isn’t asking for anything more than what you could give, and for now, that is more than enough.

“We’re good,” you whisper, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

He smiles against your mouth, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. “Good,” he whispers back, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

You laugh, the sound muffled as he kisses you again and positions you on top of him. You shuffle forward and discover a very obvious indication that he’s ready for round two of rolling in the hay. Or in the tub. Whatever works. 

He looks absolutely enraptured when you ride him, your motions causing tremors in the water. 

And in the sheer pleasure he gives you, surrounded by flickering candlelight and the smell of lavender, you allow yourself to let go.

The event has the industry buzzing - an exclusive event by Vanity Fair celebrating the rising stars of Hollywood. A masquerade party, the notion of which excited you to no end. You’d only read about such in books, in its medieval iterations, all poofy skirts and velvet waistcoats, the whole concept full of prestige and mystery. 

You spent days prepping with your team, the anticipation building until it felt like a living thing inside you. Your dress, a beautiful piece from Atelier Versace, fits like a glove, one side made of draped black sequins shimmering like liquid night against your skin. The theme is Midnight Elysium, and you look every bit the part - dangerous and glamourous and untouchable. 

Your makeup team did an impeccable job. Your eyeshadow resembles a swirling galaxy, a blend of silver and noir. Your lipstick is a perfect nude shade that matches your skin tone and your features.  

But then there was the mask. The final, necessary touch. Delicate black lace that settles over your eyes, framed with gold filigree and flecks of silver – sharp and ethereal at once. It was a piece of art, something you personally commissioned from a local designer in your hometown.

In a room where everyone claims to know everyone, a mask can be more than just a costume piece. It can be a weapon – giving you the freedom to be both seen and unseen. 

Stepping into the nightclub is like slipping in between worlds. Black velvet drapes line the walls, catching the glow of the minimal lighting – gold and silver chandeliers hanging like constellations. The bass from the music pulses underfoot, sending vibrations through your veins. Faces are obscured by extravagant masks, but you are able to recognise some of them if you look close enough. Milly is speaking to someone by the bar, and you remind yourself to pull her aside for a chat later. Timothee is introducing his date to a small flock of people. And Jacob is bounding right for you the moment you make eye contact. 

“There’s my leading lady,” he greets cheerfully, swooping down to kiss you on both cheeks. He’s wearing a metallic silver vest and trousers, along with a white mask that covers one side of his face like The Phantom.

“Wow,” you say, making a show of appraising him, looking at all 6 foot 5 inches of his figure up and down. “You look like a handsome disco ball.”

He laughs, the sound unmistakable even in the bustling nightclub. “And look at you! What are you, a cyberpunk witch? A sleek dominatrix?” 

“Careful now,” you warn him, “or I might just hex you into getting me a drink.”

“Coming right up,” he says, but his attention is pulled by someone calling his name. “Hold on a sec, I have to introduce you to some of my friends.” You let him lead you further into the room, and you’re swept into the rhythm of it all, moving through the crowd as if you belong – because you do. You’re slowly getting used to the weight of eyes on you, but tonight, it feels as if there’s a shadow you can’t quite shake. 

Your personal shadow in a room full of masked shadows. Your skin prickles, an awareness blooming under your ribs. In all the fuss leading up to this event, you hadn’t really bothered to check the full roster of attendees.

After several rounds of conversation, you excuse yourself for a moment and stand off to the side to take a breather. 

And then you see him.

Ewan stands across the room, a drink in hand, his black leather overcoat tailored to perfection. The mask he wears, a sharp cut of black and gold, adds a dangerous air to him. His effortlessly tousled hair sports a smattering of gold embellishments, like streaks of pale blonde hair. You take him in, every inch of him, that mischievous curve of his lips and the glint of his blue eyes underneath that mask. 

It hits you like a tidal wave, like a fucking hurricane, the longing you’ve tried to suppress for weeks. 

You shouldn’t want him this much, not when you both agreed to the break. To keep some distance. His fake romantic arrangement had made sure of that. And after everything, you knew that some separation was what you both needed. 

But seeing him now, looking at you like he’s starving… it’s enough to unravel every careful thread you’d stitched together since you last touched. You want to look away, pretend that this is just another night, that he’s just another fellow actor among the crowd. But the pull is too strong. It’s as if your legs move on their own volition, and you slowly move through the crowd, almost subconsciously drawn to him. 

He steps deeper into the shadows of the club as you approach, disappearing into one of the more secluded alcoves draped in heavy black velvet. No one will see you there. No one will know any better.

The world narrows down to just the two of you, and the music becomes a distant hum. It’s quieter, darker, and for all the trappings of the Hollywood elite, Ewan is far more intoxicating. 

“You’re here,” you whisper, half in question, half in disbelief.

But he’s already moving towards you, his eyes dark and hungry behind the mask. The air between you crackles with an undeniable need – weeks of distance, of longing, building up to this moment. He’s close enough that you feel the warmth of his body through your dress, and you so badly want to forget that this is a bad idea.

“I can’t stay away,” he says, his voice low and raw, like it’s costing him to hold back. “Not tonight.”

You swallow, your heart pounding in your chest, every rational thought slipping away as his fingers skim the bare skin of your waist through the slits in your dress. “We… we can’t,” you manage to say, but even to your own ears, it sounds weak. Oh, who are you trying to fool?

“How can I not? Fuck, how can you look like that and expect me to just walk away?”

You want to say something, something sensible, something to remind him of the stakes. But nothing comes to mind, not when his hand brushes up your arm, raising goosebumps in its wake. His other hand slips to your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space between you. He dips his head down, breathing against your shoulders and your neck, taking you in like a vice. 

“Ewan,” you finally croak. “We agreed not to – ”

“I don’t bloody care,” he cuts you off, his mouth inches from yours. “We agreed to give it some time, sure, but I never agreed to stop wanting you. Besides, I make good on what’s asked of me. I play the part. I deserve to be rewarded, don’t I? And you’re the only prize I desire.”

His words hit you hard, melting any resistance you’d been clinging to. 

“Oh? So… so I’m just a prize now?”

He only smiles. “The only one worth winning.”

Before you can think, before you can stop yourself, you pull him closer and crash your lips into his. 

The kiss is hard, fierce, his mouth feverishly attacking yours. He tastes bittersweet, all hard bourbon and cigarettes. You’re certain that the lipstick your makeup artist painstakingly applied would be wiped clean off. His hands grip you harder, fingers digging into your flesh, pulling you closer, deeper, like he can’t get enough.

You break apart, gasping for breath. His lips are slick, shining in the occasional flicker of neon blue and red lights, his mask casting shadows across his sharp features.

A bright flash from the party's official photographer erupts in the corner, thankfully not pointed in your direction. Still, it momentarily shakes both of you back to reality. 

“Come with me.” His hand slips into yours, fingers curling possessively as he pulls you away from the cacophony of the club. You barely have time to react before you’re being led down a narrow, dimly lit hallway. He pushes open a door, leading you into a smaller room bathed in that same cold, electric blue. Plush seating is arranged haphazardly in the corners, but the space is mostly empty. The low hum of the bass still thrums in the distance, but it’s reduced to a faint echo. The smell gives off cigarette smoke and spilled liquor.

“Smoking area,” he says with a half-smirk, glancing around the room as if seeing it for the first time himself. “I think.”

“You think?” You raise an eyebrow.

He shrugs, utterly unconcerned. “Who cares? It’s just us in here.”

You shoot him a look, glancing back at the door. “Someone could walk in.”

He chuckles, stepping closer, that familiar heat radiating off him like a furnace. “It’s a party, darling. They’re probably wasted out of their minds. And besides…” He taps the edge of his mask, his eyes glinting mischievously behind the black and gold. “The masks?”

You bite your lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “And if someone does walk in?” you ask, arching a brow. “What then?”

He steps closer, crowding into your space, the tension thick between you. “Then they get a show,” he says, his voice playful and teasing, but laced with something darker. 

“Are you fucking serious?” 

“You can still walk away, darling,” he offers, trying to bait you when he knows full well that he already has you hooked. “Or, you can just shut up and kiss me.”

So much for giving it time. Ewan’s lips find yours once more, just as desperate, and you barely notice when he directs you to the seating, your back colliding with its velvet exterior. His low groan sends a wave of heat pooling in your stomach, and you think to yourself, this was a terrible idea. 

Your hands roam, finding the planes of his chest. He smoothly takes off his leather overcoat, revealing his bare torso underneath. The sight of it makes your head spin, and you croak unsteadily, “Ewan… not here, baby, we can’t – ”

“I know, darling,” he croons, his hand cradling your face. “I just wanna kiss you. I just want you… to touch me…” His other hand takes yours and drags it down the firm lines of his stomach, a desperate plea in his eyes. “Please, just – ”

The moment is abruptly shattered by the sound of giggling from the hallway, getting louder. Suddenly, the door opens and in stumbles a pair of girls, one of them you recognise to be Jenna. 

“Oh!” The other girl exclaims, clearly delighted by the situation she’s just walked into. She pulls off her mask, revealing herself as Emma Myers. “We found him! We finally found your date.”

Your heart plummets, right down on the liquor stained carpet.

“Hi,” you manage to squeak, getting to your feet and smoothing down your dress which had ridden scandalously higher up your thighs. “I’m – ”

“Oh, I know who you are,” Jenna says, shaking your hand, not the least bit bothered by the state she found you and Ewan in. “I love your work. I’m Jenna.”

“Oh… thank you – ”

Emma steps in, grinning. “Hi! I’m Emma. I’m such a fan.”

“Oh my god, I should be saying that to you guys!” you blurt, feeling a rush of relief at their easy demeanour. “I love Wednesday.”

They both gasp, and soon the three of you are exchanging compliments like old friends, chatting about each other's work with enthusiasm. Ewan, still seated, watches the scene unfold with barely concealed frustration. He eventually stands, shrugging his leather coat back on, and glances at Jenna.

“One of our producers is here,” Jenna explains cheerfully. “She’d love to chat with both of us.”

Right. Ewan’s her date. The word echoes in your mind, but the jealousy you expected to feel is oddly muted now. 

Ewan speaks, addressing only you, “Darling, will you – ”

“I’ve got her,” Emma declares, looping her arm around yours. “I’ve got so much I want to ask you!” Before you know it, she leads you out of the room like you’ve been best friends for years.

Ewan’s eyes stay on you, full of frustration and yearning, even as he and Jenna follow you out the door.

But you barely see him for the rest of the night.

The party is a blur of celebrities and conversations, but your mind keeps drifting back to that stolen moment in the blue-lit room. Eventually, your social battery runs out, and you slip out of the club early, unnoticed by most. 

Back at your hotel, you peel off your dress and drop onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as the events of the night replay in your head. The feeling of his hands on your skin, the heat of his body pressed against yours – it’s all too much.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, snapping you out of your thoughts. Ewan One-Eye flashes across the screen.

You hesitate, thumb hovering over the screen, but you pick up. His voice is low, almost cautious. “You left early.”

“I was tired,” you reply, voice soft. “The party was great but it was... a lot.” Mainly because of him.

A beat of silence follows, and you wonder if he's wrestling with what to say next. “Are you okay?” You can almost picture him running a hand through his hair, jaw clenched, eyes dark with worry. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say, unable to hide the tremble in your voice. 

Another long pause, with only his slow breathing on the other end. 

“I hate this,” he finally says, voice barely above a whisper, the raw emotion in his words hitting you like a punch to the gut. “I fucking hate that he gets to have you, and I don’t… and I can’t… ” He cuts himself off, and you hear the snap of his lighter followed by his sharp exhale.

You bite your lip, your throat tight with emotion. You’ve both been so careful, dancing around each other, pretending that you could stay apart.

“I’m flying back to London tomorrow night,” you blurt out, the words rushing out before you can stop them. It feels like a confession, like you’re admitting defeat.

“I need to see you before you go.”

“Ewan, we agreed – ”

“Fuck what we agreed!” His sudden outburst takes you by surprise, and you hear the raw need in his voice. “I don’t care about the arrangement, I don’t care about the distance. I just... I need you.”

You want to tell him that you need him too. You want to throw caution to the wind and agree to being together in secret despite the false romance he has to portray to the world. But you can’t. 

“I...” Your voice falters. “We’ll see each other soon.” It doesn’t feel like enough. With a soft sigh, you add on a lighter note, “Alyna still has to kick Aemond’s ass, you know.”

A beat passes, and then you hear his tired laugh on the other end. “Right,” he chuckles softly, the sound both comforting and heartbreaking. “Wouldn’t want to keep the fans waiting for that.”

“Yeah, well,” you say, trying for casual, trying not to let your voice crack, “someone’s got to put Aemond in his place.”

“Hmm, well if that place happens to be right in Alyna’s arms, I doubt you’ll hear any complaints about the script from me this time.”

You can’t help but smile at his teasing, but it only deepens the ache in your heart.

“Ewan…” you begin, but the words hang in the air, unspoken. 

“I know, darling,” he replies, his tone resigned yet gentle. “I miss you too.”

The training room is alive with the sounds of clashing swords and laughter, but you can’t help but feel a different kind of electricity buzzing in the air. Maybe it’s just the way Matt looks at you, as you rehearse a scene where Daemon helps Alyna brush up on her sword fighting. 

You lunge forward, initiating the first move with confidence, and he counters effortlessly, the blades clashing in a symphony of steel. The practice moves are intense, each swing bringing you closer. His eyes darken with focus as he follows your movements, and for a moment, it becomes easy to forget the rest of the stunt crew in the room. 

“Nice footwork,” Matt compliments, stepping in closer. His body brushes against yours, sending a rush of heat through you. Ever since your night together, he has only been more brazen with his affections. “But you’re leaving yourself open here.” He demonstrates, his sword brushing against your side as he adjusts your stance.

“There,” he says, his voice dropping lower, “feel that?” You swallow nervously, grateful that the stunt coordinator had moved on to Harry in the far side of the room.

“I think I might be too open,” you manage to say, trying to keep your tone light.

“Maybe,” Matt murmurs, stepping back slightly but keeping his gaze locked on yours. “But I can’t help but want to close the distance.”

As you move through the choreography, you both fall into a rhythm, and almost inevitably, the fight turns into something more playful. You circle each other, exchanging faux blows and laughter, the distracting banter causing the stunt director to approach and get you both back on track. 

Next up, you have to train for Alyna’s pivotal scene where she attempts to mount Caraxes as per Daemon’s command. 

As you practice the mounting technique on the mechanical dragon, you’re hyper-aware of every movement. The crew watches closely, ready to offer guidance. You grip the handles tightly, adrenaline coursing through your veins, and for a brief moment, you lose yourself in the character, feeling the thrill of the scene.

But then it happens. The Buck jolts unexpectedly, throwing you off balance. Time seems to slow as you feel yourself slipping. You try to brace for impact, but it’s too late. You land hard, the pain shooting through your ankle as it twists at an unnatural angle.

There is a stinging sensation too, by the side of your head, and all you think is – oh fuck. The world around you fades to a blur, just as chaos erupts.

When you finally regain consciousness, the sterile scent of antiseptic fills your nostrils. Your surroundings come into focus slowly, and your heart races when you realise you’re in a hospital room. The steady beep of a monitor is the only sound, punctuated by the faint rustle of fabric.

You feel his hand on yours before your eyes even land on his figure, slumped on a chair beside your bed. His head rests on his shoulder, his grip still lightly holding your hand. His brow is furrowed in worry, even in sleep. 

You feel lightheaded, and for a moment you worry that your concussion might be worse than it is, but no. It's just him. 

Then, the sound of your movement catches his attention. He stirs, his eyes fluttering open, and when he meets your gaze, relief instantly washes over his features. 

“Love… you’re awake.”

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Some notes in the margins...

Well, well, well. Yous were convinced that Matty would get the clubbing scene, helped by the red herring of his dancing video. Alas!

Is that Matty at the end there? Or a certain Mitchelly man? Hmm... one wonders. 💖

Complaints? Refund requests? Please direct your thoughts in the comments section below. I can 100% guarantee a satisfying solution. Or 70%.

Or, you know, bugger it. We're all in this together, better or worse ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[annabelle--cane]

it's fascinating to me the way that different social media platforms result in different types of fandom behavior. while s5 of tma was airing, I spent a good amount of time on tma tiktok (I log back in about once every two months now, going back to in-person school after a year a half of lockdown seem to re-blanace my brain and made me once again not really enjoy the format) while still using tumblr as my main socmed, and while there was a lot of overlap in the fan culture, some things were notably different.

tumblr tma fans had near-encyclopedic knowledge of the source material, but it was kind of an ongoing joke for tiktok tma fans that everyone binged the whole show in a week-long fugue state and lost memory of about 35% of it. tumblr has virtually no character limit and allows posts to be passed around by users indefinitely, which lends itself to fairly in-depth meta analysis being made and shared until most any fan could say "the time and space discrepancies at hill top road? psh yeah, I know all about them, I've read seven scrupulously cited posts that lay out all the details." for the entire time that s5 was airing, tiktok videos could still only be a minute long, and I know from a lot of personal effort that there's only so much you can fit into a one minute script that you also have to memorize and record (and cc manually with tiktok text stickers, as they didn't add the caption feature until april 2021) if you want the process to take less than four hours of your one mortal human life. and then you only see the video if your following or fyp algorithm shows it to you. there were a few tma meta-ish videos that got popular because other people would make their own videos referencing them and tag the account so their followers could see what they were talking about, but it's much harder to circulate content you like there. several times I saw people post videos saying "I got into cosplay to film some [agnes or annabelle or gerry or another secondary character] and I just realized I have no idea what their deal actually is 💀".

a thing that tiktok tma fandom was definitely better at than tumblr tma fandom was accurately remembering certain pieces of characterization and the flow of certain scenes. I've seen a bunch of posts on here where someone is trying to argue a point with excerpts from the text ("x character is nicer than you all give them credit for" "x character is so mean to y character in this scene" "z theory can't be true because y character said a line that disproves it") where the argument only holds up because the poster has gotten these excerpts from a transcript dive and hasn't listened to the episodes they're from recently, because while the text alone can be construed to mean one thing, the way it's delivered on-podcast clearly intends another. tiktok, being an audio and video based medium, allows audio clips to be shared around a lot, and cosplayers would often all make videos acting along to the same show clips of juicy interpersonal drama, and so tiktok fans, though they may have had less overall memory of what characters said, always had a better grasp on how they said it. an average tiktok tma fan might not have remembered melanie's subplot about war ghosts, but they would know the nuances of how the way she talks to jon changes between mag 28 and mag 155.

[lokiondisneyplus]

For 30 years, Dan Deleeuw has worked in visual effects, from “The Mask” to “Armageddon” to “Night at the Museum” �� but he always had a dream that one day, he might get to direct. That opportunity finally arrived in 2019, when “Avengers: Endgame” directors Joe and Anthony Russo — who’d worked with Deleeuw on VFX for their three previous Marvel Studios productions — hired him to shoot some additional photography for the behemoth production. That gig led to second unit directing jobs on 2021’s “Eternals” and 2023’s “Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania,” and then, finally, to the main directors chair for the second episode of Season 2 of “Loki.”

Deleeuw, who oversaw visual effects on Season 1 of the show, presumed that he was hired because of his proficiency handling the action beats of the episode, in which Loki (Tom Hiddleston) and his TVA compatriot Mobius (Owen Wilson) pursue a rogue TVA trooper (Rafael Casal) to 1970s London, and then later reunite with Loki’s variant Sylvie (Sophia Di Martino) at a McDonald’s in 1980s Oklahoma. But Deleeuw says that executive producer Kevin Wright told him he was hired as a director because, even when working on visual effects, he “always talks about story.”

Deleeuw also discussed how both he and Ke Huy Quan — who joined the show for Season 2 — were surprised by how Hiddleston approached rehearsing the show, why the production decided to have Sylvie working at McDonald’s — and his reaction to the recent decision by Marvel’s VFX artists to unionize.

Since Sylvie is living in a branched timeline, did you ever discuss having an alternative version of McDonald’s, rather than the actual McDonald’s?

We started saying, OK, she’s gonna settle down on a timeline, what restaurant do we use? At that point, there was a pitch for RoxBurger — you know, the evil corporation in the Marvel Universe, Roxxon. But it didn’t tell a story other than it was like this faux-restaurant. And so McDonald’s came up as a suggestion. And McDonald’s is timeless, in a way — it crosses countries and borders. Everyone started talking about this nostalgic moment they had with McDonald’s. So quickly getting the audience cued into what Sylvie’s feeling — being on the run so long and seeing normal people, and just wanting to have that and leave everything else behind — we’re using McDonald’s to set the audience in a place where they can pick up on that pretty quickly. That’s what kind of sealed the deal on using McDonald’s.

Rafael Casal in Episode 2 of “Loki.” Courtesy of Marvel Studios

What was one of the biggest surprises about the experience of directing this episode?

Something I’ll always try to do on any other show that I direct: It was the openness to collaboration that Kevin Wright had, particularly encouraged by Tom Hiddleston and his experience in the theater. As the scripts were getting closer to being done, we would invite all the directors to come in for their different episodes. All the actors would come in. The writers are there. And we had a week-and-a-half, two weeks where we went through every single script, and just rehearsed them and played with them and made them better. It was just this wonderfully creative moment on the show. Once we got shooting, we had a really good idea of what we wanted to do. Ke [Huy Quan] sat next to me. He saw it all happening, Owen and Tom playing with lines. He leaned over and he’s like, “Is this normal?” I’m like, “It’s normal for them!”

You’ve been working with Marvel for over 10 years now, largely in visual effects. Did you always have an ambition to direct as well?

Yeah. In high school, in college, we did small films — public access, back when there was public access. It was something I always wanted to do. Even from the visual effects standpoint — designing the sequences and doing animatics — telling the story was something I gravitated to. When I got to work with the Russos, they definitely were encouraging of that and gave me the opportunity to shoot additional photography on “Endgame” that led to me doing second unit directing. I just always approach something from a story standpoint. So Kevin Wright saw that I had that kind of brain, and invited me back for Season 2 to direct.

How did he pitch that to you?

Being at Marvel for 10 years, there’s a little bit of a rumor mill going around. So I knew that they had hired Justin and Aaron, and then heard that Kasra [Farahani], the production designer, had gotten an episode. I was like, “Ah, there’s one left!” And then Kevin called me one day and he’s like, “Yeah, so, how’d you like to direct a ‘Loki.'” “Yes!” It was as simple as that.

Last year, several VFX artists who’ve worked on Marvel projects expressed pretty deep frustration with their working conditions, which contributed to the recent decision to vote to unionize. What has your experience been with those issues?

I support everything they’re doing. I’ve been in it for a long time. The number of hours in visual effects have been ingrained in the system for years. From the very beginning, we always had that crunch time. We take a couple months off, and we come back to it again. What you’re seeing now is, the shows are so much bigger, and you’ve got so many shows. A lot of the artists on set, and especially in the visual effects houses, are going from one big show to the next big show to the next big show. 

There has to be something that makes a better work-life balance, for the artists’ sanity and for their families and just their creativity. Otherwise, you’re getting diminishing returns. It’s your crew. You have to take care of them. That is something I think we have to think about and work out.

How did your experience in visual effects have influenced your approach to directing this episode, especially with regard to the VFX?

I can tell a story with something that isn’t there. In the original draft, there was a car chase. It didn’t make a lot of sense why Loki would be in a car chase. We decided we wanted to go a little bit more towards the dark Loki side and move away from a traditional chase. I was imagining one day, “What could Loki do?” and came up with the shadow gags with the horns and things like that. 

Was anything you did that a director who hadn’t worked in visual effects might not know to do?

You already know what it costs in terms of time and difficulty, and when you’re trying to get through your day, what you’re going do to [VFX artists] if you try to shoot without getting the blue screen just right Because I know the consequences, I’ll fight harder for getting it right, so the artists don’t have to deal with it. Getting into post-production, you know how much you can use an effect to help with storytelling, in terms of if you need to change the set a little bit, just to make it make sense for where Loki is. There’s an editor we have at Marvel, Jeff Ford, who’s cut a lot of the films. Jeff is a master. He doesn’t change his cut to fit the footage, he changes the footage to match his cut. I think that’s an insightful way of knowing how to use  some visual effects in post, without getting get too carried away with it. 

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Vegas and Pete FF- KinnPorsche The Series (BL)

Another VegasXPete fanfic as i cannot get enough of them recently. Their connection was off the roof in the series and it’s made me watch it over and over again.

Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to actual actors, this is pure fantasy for the series characters 🤍

Requests open, and have fun reading my lovelies

SMUT CONTENT WARNING ;)

SOME MATURE LANGUAGE USED

SIGNITURE LINE AHEAD 🤭 Let me know if you can find it

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Vegas took his seat at the booth, right in front of Kinn and Porsche, who were holding hands under the table, as if no one could see them doing so. Kinn raised his eyebrow at Vegas, who was giving his signature smirk at the stage beside them.

Pete gulped hard as he stepped onto the stage, smiling nervously at the same time. The big lights were off, making the whole place dark as he took his spot in the middle of the stage.

Though he was a famous idol, with many fans screaming his name, awed at the sight of his handsome self, begging to take a peek underneath his already revealing clothes, Pete was an anxious one. He was worried about what people thought and every time he stepped on stage, his little frights of his own power and ability come in to play at the same time, taking his through a never ending cycle of worrisomeness.

Pete finally made eye contact with Vegas, who had a sweet smile sprouting on his face. Though they were in close proximity, it felt they were so far away from each other. Pete just wanted to run into his arms, as they hug and kiss endlessly with the same bliss, passion and love as the first time.

Back-up dancers took the stage, assuring him that he’ll be ok. They’re very supportive with Pete’s stage fright, helping him and always by his side when they ever need him. Pete felt safer once they were around, they weren’t just back-up dancers, they were friends, best friends.

Pete sighed softly, standing in the middle of the stage in his starting pose, looking at Vegas one last time before the lights slowly started turning on. He was singing a cover of ‘Love Talk’ by WayV, which he had been working on for a while. (stan wayv btw) The lyrics really hint at specific something, which Pete typically liked (horny ass b-)

He felt the lights turn on quicker, signalling him to start off. Pete moved swiftly to the music, his voice angelic and deep as he kept a nervous smile on his face, which soon turned more confident and teasing.

i can hear it callin 

loving the way you wanna talk 

touch me tease me feel me up

As Pete danced the night away, Vegas couldn’t help but admire his beautiful boy, how innocent but sexy he looked. Pete was effortlessly winning everyone’s hearts.

you got me sayin you got me sayin

how you doin tell me what’s your name

what’s your sign 

feeling like your into me

yeah waiting for you 

i just want you to come over where i’m stayin 

He heard so many awed whispers and saw many people giggling and filming him. It was completely normal to Pete, but to Vegas, it got his blood boiling 

fallin for a stranger good gracious 

i might even fly out to Vegas

thinking maybe you’d be down to do it

but you don’t know what i’m sayin

Even watching Kinn smile at his moves, Porsche screaming the loudest for his best friend, made Vegas feel jealousy crawl up his skin. 

got me goin through the roof 

really don’t care what we do

we could fly to the moon

i can see your lips movin but we ain’t got a clue

Pete kept his sweet but teasing look in his face, making Vegas sweat in his chair. He shifted around a lot, unable to feel comfortable. His jealousy and possessiveness was getting to him.

baby we’re two distant strangers

i know you don’t speak my language 

but i love the way you’re talking to me..

Even the way Pete said ‘baby’ made Vegas wanna call him over and take him to where they’re staying

i can hear it callin 

from where you are

loving the way you wanna talk 

touch me tease me feel me up

touch me tease me feel me up

Pete smirked at Vegas’ reaction to him, making him gulp hard, bottling up all his jealous and angry emotions just so he doesn’t cause a scene. He was very possessive when it came to Pete, Vegas wanted him all for his own. He didn’t want everyone enjoying what he called his, but as expected, Vegas had no choice but to comply with Pete and his job. He supported Pete a lot when it came to it. 

call me when it’s after dark

something in the way you wanna talk

touch me tease me feel me up

touch me tease me feel me up

Pete was beyond hot when he was dancing, how perfectly swift and talented he was made Vegas all giddy on the inside. He had a problem down in his trousers, biting his lip to control his body which was acting differently to his mind. Vegas’ body was desperate for Pete, wanting to run on stage and pull him into his arms, while his mind was urging him to sit still in his seat. 

He didn’t want Kinn and Porsche to notice him either, so he had no choice but to act like a dog and not move and inch. 

Porsche- “Wow!! My best friend is awesome! Go Pete!”

Kinn- “He’s very good, don’t you think so Vegas?”

Vegas was in his own world at this moment, admiring Pete with jealousy overflowing in his eyes, which were deepening in red.

Porsche- “Vegas..?”

Kinn tapped his hand, making Vegas look around aimlessly as if he doesn’t know anything. 

Vegas- “Yeah..? What happened?”

Porsche- “Kinn asked if you think Pete is good?”

Vegas- “My boy is more than good..”

Vegas responded back, adoring Pete once more with his eyes, licking his bottom lip as he gave his signature smirk to Pete. Kinn and Porsche laughed softly at Vegas’ response.

Though Vegas was enjoying it all, something immediately caught his attention. Pete ripped half of his shirt, exposing his defined and toned abs, which Vegas wouldn’t of expected. 

Porsche- “Ooh!! Pete is so saucy, damn”

Porsche let out a breath before laughing with Kinn once more, they both were watching Pete, having fun watching him perform. It was obvious Pete was very confident at this moment, as his thrusted his hips forward, grinning a little as he did so. The crowd got even wider as Vegas’ mouth hung open, unable to let out any words. 

Kinn- “Woah!” 

Porsche- “Pete is really taking his chances”

Kinn- “Very seriously”

Pete smirked as he met eye contact with Vegas, as Vegas was still stunned. Did he do this to get on Vegas’ nerves? Cause god it was working well, as he looked around the audience with even more envy in his eyes. You could call him a green-eyes monster.

Vegas- “Fuck, you’re killing me babe..”

Vegas whispered to himself in a soft and quiet tone, feeling a lump in his throat. As he kept his eyes on Pete, he sipped on his water, basically finishing 3 cups just to maintain his composure.

Pete- “I know you all like it”

Pete talked in a monotone voice, no melody, no rhythm either as he thrusted again. Vegas nearly spat out his water, as his eyes widened at Pete. Many people were screaming louder, their phones on the fly as they all awed at Pete’s moves.

How deep Pete’s voice was once he said that, his teasing and playful expression on his face. God it made Vegas melt in his chair

Vegas- “You better watch we get home Pete.”

He whispered quietly to himself, as he bit his own cheek, leaning forward just to see Pete even more.

Porsche- “Man, he’s really making him angry babe.. Pete is in for a wild night”

Porsche whispered to Kinn, making them look at each other. Porsche felt a little worried for Pete’s safety after this, mainly for his legs.

Kinn- “I can agree on that love, Pete better watch his steps tonight. And i don’t know about you, but i find his jealousy highly entertaining”

Kinn let out a louder laugh, Porsche playfully punching his shoulder

Porsche- “Kinn stop that!”

Porsche couldn’t help but laugh as well. The green eyed monster was doing his job very well, and they even grinned at each other, knowing Pete was in for a treat.

oh tell me babe, tell me how you like it babe 

i don’t even know your name

i love the way you’re talking to me..

Pete ended his performance, sweating his life away, but satisfied with his work. On the other hand, Vegas was in war with his own mind and body. He looked at Kinn and Porsche who were clapping with the rest of the audience.

It took a lot of work for Vegas to not go and question Pete, or even ruin him deliriously, for that hot and sweaty performance. He wanted Pete all for himself at times like this.

Kinn- “Uhh..Vegas..?”

Vegas- “What is it Kinn?!”

Vegas talked in a stern and serious tone, the green eyed monster taking an effect on everyone around him. Kinn and Porsche already got their answers from Vegas’ reaction. 

They knew Vegas was a bit possessive when it came to Pete. He loved him deeply, he was too scared to lose someone so important to him. His past lover did so, and left Vegas alone till he met Pete, who made his life liveable. No one talks about Vegas’ past lover, they have nothing to do with his or anyone else’s mind anymore. Both Kinn and Porsche knew Vegas was scared he’d lose Pete to one of those fans, which is why he was so protective of him. He didn’t wanna loose the most important person to him. He couldn’t.

Porsche- “Calm down Vegas, what’s wrong?”

Vegas- “Nothing is wrong Porsche”

Kinn- “There is Vegas, just tell us”

Vegas- “I’ll tell him instead”

Vegas pointed at Pete who was now going off stage. Little did Vegas know, Pete knew just how he was. He knew Vegas would be struggling with his jealousy. 

Vegas scratched the back of his nape, standing up from his seat. He walked down heaps of stairs making his way towards Pete, who seemed to be making twists and turns around there corridors. It seemed he was trying to run away from Vegas’s might

Pete seemed to know what was coming, and what’s the harm of a good ol’ chase hmm?

Vegas- “Pete. I see you”

Pete heard Vegas’ voice as he seemed to get closer, as he was swerving past many people just to get by. Vegas was so close to pulling him into his embrace. Just when too many people got in the way, causing him too lose Pete in the crowd of make-up artists.

They were opposite of each other, looking at one another from the sides of the crowd. Pete smirked at Vegas, sticking his tongue out.

Pete- “Come get me then”

Pete replied back to his words in a louder tone, as Vegas laughed softly, pulling out one of his signature smirks.

Vegas- “Just you wait babyboy, daddy’s coming..”

Pete started running away, escaping the crowd and Vegas too, well..as it seemed to be. As Pete turned the corner, he was met with a tall, well-built chest, shirt unbuttoned a little. He knew what he collided with instantly.

Vegas- “Seems you came to me instead baby..”

Pete- “Im getting changed, wait”

Pete tried to escape, but Vegas pulled him back towards him, now both of their chest colliding. Vegas looked down at Pete’s ripped shirt, and smirked once more

Vegas- “You won’t be getting changed anymore love”

Pete- “Im sweaty hun, i need to change”

Vegas- “Don’t make excuses to run away from me. You know what you were doing on that stage”

Pete- “What was i doing?”

Pete asked so innocently, it made Vegas wanna pin him to the wall and explain it through actions. Vegas kept his cool, looking at Pete with the same smirk as always.

Vegas- “I don’t care what you were doing anymore. Just know that.. i will consume you.”

Vegas stepped closer to Pete, making their thighs touch. Pete gulped hard, looking at Vegas with playfulness but a bit of worry for his sanity.

Pete- “Im never listening to Porsche’s ideas ever again..”

Vegas- “What was that love?”

Pete- “Nothing”

Seems like Porsche decided to pickpocket an idea from his mind and innocently hand it over to Pete.

Vegas- “Are you ready?”

Pete- “For what?”

Pete looked at him all confused, like he didn’t hear Vegas’ words from before.

Vegas- “You’re in for a treat babyboy, come with me”

Pete- “But i’m not ready to leave-“

Vegas- “Ah ah ah..”

Vegas put his finger on Pete’s lips, settling him down and keeping him quiet

Vegas- “You caused this, so you’ll fix it for me right?”

He asked, looking down at the bulge in his trousers, Pete followed his eyes looking down as well. His eyes widened slightly, as he then stood back.

Pete- “No!”

Pete declined instantly, his face delicately flushed with flowery pink. His sweet vanilla aroma flourishing their close proximity. His shirt ripped in half still, his abs dripping in deep but salty looking sweat, making Vegas bite his lips to control the urge to lick it all off.

Vegas- “You’re coming with me”

And with that, Pete was dragged through back stage, apologising to anyone he runs into by accident. His hand was held tight, locked with super glue as Vegas’ horny and jealous mood was really showing. Pete wanted to laugh so hard, but he knew it wouldn’t end how he wanted to if he did that.

Pete- “Vegas calm down”

Vegas- “How about no?”

He replied in a strict and monotone voice, making Pete chuckle softly. Vegas heard him and looked at him for a second

Vegas- “What are you laughing at hun?”

Pete- “Nothing”

Pete tried to hold in his laughter, but couldn’t. Looking at Pete laugh, his cute and beautiful smile as his teeth showed. Pete looked like a little bunny, and that thought made Vegas smile himself. He’d kill to see his smile all day, his happy and sweet boy.

And although Vegas was getting manipulated by Pete’s smile, he continued to take his little rascal to their car. He threw him in the backseat, crawling on top of him immediately. No time was to be wasted.

Pete- “Vegas? Are you sure you want to do this here?”

Pete asked a little nervous, though he wanted Vegas to wreck him badly, take away his sanity as he begs for mercy underneath him. All that was getting him riled up, his trousers feeling tighter against his skin.

Vegas started playing with his ripped shirt, unbuttoning the leftover buttons slowly just to tease Pete.

Vegas- “I’ll do you whenever i please baby”

Pete- “Thats not how it works love”

Pete laughed softly, making Vegas’ eyebrows raise at his confidence.

Vegas- “I don’t need to question you about it, i know you’d agree straight away”

That made Pete gulp hard, pulling Vegas close to him. Pete made the first move, shoving his lips onto Vegas’, moving passionately and harshly against his lips. Pete’s lips were plump and sweet, as Vegas’ honey lips tried its hardest to devour every inch of them.

Vegas- “Fuck-the things you make me wanna do..”

Vegas muttered under his breath, his tone being as deep as ever, his signature smirk plastered across his face. Pete’s lips curved into a smile, getting pulled closer by Vegas. Their chests collided straight away, as Vegas looked around the car. He was searching for something, as Pete stayed still, laying down like a good boy.

Vegas- “Oh fucking hell..there’s none in the car..we have to go home..get in the front seat”

Pete did as he was told, quickly getting up and climbing into the front seat, Vegas hastily getting into the one next to him and revving up the engine.

Time Skip-

Vegas grabbed a condom, opening the packet as Pete did the honours of undoing his belt and trousers. They quickly undressed, excited for what’s to come, both falling on the bed.

Vegas- “Your body is beautiful baby..no wonder they all want it”

Vegas curses at himself for basically allowing those fans to admire his boy. He loved Pete’s curves, how smooth and warm they felt in his palms.

Pete- “But only one person can have it”

Vegas suddenly smirked, looking at him with interest again. His fingers twirled around in his soft and silky hair, he other free hand stroking his already hard cock

Vegas- “And who’s that?”

Pete- “Vegas Theerapanyakul”

Vegas- “You tease”

Vegas replied with his eyebrows raised, as Pete suddenly flipped him over, climbing onto his crotch and settling on top of his hard cock. Vegas looked at his boy seductively, his hands caressing his waist. Vegas bucked his hips and pushed upwards just to play with Pete, who groaned softly at the hard hit.

Pete- “Stop that Vegas”

Pete looked at his seriously but playfully, as Vegas laughed in a deep tone.

Vegas- “Why? Aren’t these games fun to you?”

Vegas pushed upwards again, Pete bouncing slightly as his groans became louder. Vegas continued to do his sinful actions, making Pete impatient.

Pete stopped him in his tracks, holding his shoulders down to the bed

Pete- “I said stop Vegas”

He said with a slight chuckle, as he grabbed Vegas’ cock, and shoved it up himself, making himself moan loudly. Vegas stared at him in shock, mouth open in the shape of an ‘O’.

Though Pete was struggling to help himself, Vegas was still stuck in the middle. Either to watch Pete enjoy his own cock, or to pound into him like a wild beast. Vegas loved his naughty boy when he wanted him so badly.

Vegas- “You’re one of a kind love, i’ve never seen anything like it..”

Pete- “You couldn’t seen anything like it before, i was the first one to offer you an ass”

Pete talks in a flirtatious tone, his fingers grazing Vegas’ chin sedulously. Vegas’ eyes fixated on Pete, unable to break their eye-contact.

Vegas- “But..you came to me first, it’s not my fault you couldn’t wait for it”

Vegas fights back with a credulous tone, his eyebrows raised slightly as he thrusts his hips up. Pete moaned softly at the short pleasure he experienced. But that was just the start of the ride.

Pete- “Don’t you mean, you couldn’t wait for it?”

Vegas- “Wait for what?”

Pete- “Me”

Vegas- “You’re such a fuckboy”

Pete- “What a nickname…”

Pete smirked as he started to bounce on Vegas’ crotch, his cock going in and out of his ass. His prostate was taking all that pain and pleasure, well..moreover that pain which he called pleasure. Pete began to moan louder and louder, taking Vegas’ hard length well, like he always does.

Vegas started to help him, the hot pleasure becoming overwhelming already. Their bodies started to become sweaty and warm, the sound of their skin slapping against each other mixed with their loud moans and graphic actions were so entertaining to watch and hear.

Vegas- “Fuck babe, c’mon, faster for me”

Pete bounced faster and harder, getting tired from the quick pace but not of the undeniable and sensual satisfaction of Vegas’ cock smashing into him.

Vegas- “You know how to do me babe. Be a slut and work for what you want”

Pete was obsessed with Vegas’ dirty sex talk, as it was such a bliss he enjoyed. He loved hearing it loud and clear, complying to whatever he says. He knew he was a slut for Vegas, one which he himself liked the taste of.

Pete- “Augh..~ I..It’s so good, more, more love”

Vegas continuously thrusted into Pete, hearing his heavenly moans in his ear was just what he desired. Vegas’ lips were all over Pete’s neck, tasting and devouring every inch he could get. Pete deliriously bounced upon him, unable to stop himself from letting out his moans.

Pete- “Im..i’m close Vegas, please!”

Vegas didn’t stop, suiting his boyfriend’s needs just how he liked it. Vegas recklessly thrusted into Pete, taking his time to view how much he appreciated his boy. Pete opened his eyes for the first time, looking at Vegas with content and love. They kissed a little as they both came upon each other.

It wasn’t just lust between the two of them, it was infatuation and deep affection. Both Vegas and Pete shard that tender intimacy which couldn’t be compared to. They were the most important person in each other’s lives.

As they both finished off with the night, the clock turning around to 4am, they laid in each other’s embrace, unable to escape from the warmth of the night. Pete faced the window, looked beyond at the city, as Vegas put his arms around his bare waist, keeping him close.

Vegas- “You ok love?”

Pete- “Except for my legs being in pain, my ass feeling numb and my abdomen wanting to kill itself, i’m doing just fine”

Pete talked in a sarcastic tone, serious but also joking. He was in a lot of pain though.

Vegas- “I’ll give you a nice massage and bath tomorrow ok?”

Pete- “Hmm, thank you. I love you Vegas baby”

Vegas- “I love you more my fuckboy”

Pete- “Why am i a fuckboy?”

Vegas- “You love being fucked-”

Pete- “Shut up and sleep”

Vegas laughed softly as Pete rolled his eyes, being sassy. They both closed their eyes, sleeping the night away in each other's dreams.

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Thank you so much for reading my fanfiction! I’ll be back soon with another story for you to enjoy.

Requests are open! (BL’s are preferred for character development)

P.S- Thank you so much for all the support on my FF’s, i’ll continue to make many more!

See you soon my lovelies <88

-reii

[spideysbruh]

I Can't Live Without You

One would think that Shawn would defend his girlfriend when an interviewer, a big one, a famous one, completely bashes her and everything that she’s worked so hard for. Well, he didn’t, and it went a little something like this,

“So your girlfriend, Alex, is a film director yes?”

“That’s right.” Shawn smiled.

“Which, first of all, is a surprise! I saw her film and the whole thing- it was so good, it’s like a man could’ve made it!”

Shawn laughs and nods, “Yeah, she’s great.”

“She also plays a character in the movie! Who, can I just say, is kind of a slut.”

“Oh how so?”

He’s not going to say anything about that?! He’s gonna entertain this conversation?! The amount of times she has explained that her character is free-spirited and carefree- all of that torn apart now. All her work, undone. 

Just like that.

“Well, her outfits, her dialogue! Even her several partners!”

She had two. One of them left right in the beginning.

“Wow, I mean- yeah! Her character is kind of everywhe-”

Brian had turned off the TV after that, looking over at Alex whose eyes were glossy now. “Al?”

“Why didn’t he defend me?” She mumbled and went to her room.

That wasn’t it. It wasn’t just one and done.

While he was still on his promo run, more interviewers asked similar questions, about if she was anything like her character (if you know what I mean) and that’s verbatim! Shawn had laughed and said, “Well, what do you think?” What is that supposed to mean?

Alex was sitting at the dining room table, trying to write a new script, but failing, when Brian came back from his girlfriend Kate’s house. “Al, you gotta stay away from the int-”

“I’m trying, but it is plastered everywhere, even on the goddamn TV.” She said and pointed at the TV in the living room. 

Brian sighed and sat next to her, pulling her into a hug, “I’m sorry he’s such an asshole.” He mumbled, rubbing her back. Alex let a tear fall out and hugged him back.

“Does he really not know that what he's saying hurts me?" She mumbled, sniffles leaving her.

Brian squeezed her tighter and kissed her head, "I'll talk to him about it." 

"No use. He already made me look like a fucking idiot." She replied, a dry laugh leaving her mouth. "And he's coming back in a few days anyway." She shrugged, Brian nodded and cleared his throat. 

The air in the room wasn't as light and fun as it usually is, Brian knew what might come from this. He felt his heart get heavy and he pulled her into another hug.

~

The day Shawn came, he saw that a few things were different, decorations were up and the tree was waiting to be decorated as well. "Hey guys, I'm home!" He yelled out and heard no reply, he huffed and walked around, setting his things down before heading to his and Alex's room. He smiled at the image in front of him, Alex was sleeping peacefully with their big quilt wrapped around her. Shawn chuckled and climbed into bed with her, kissing her cheek and she shifted in her sleep. "Alex, baby wake up." He whispered, Alex groaned and turned away, Shawn pouted and played with her hair, "Did you miss me, baby?" He asked, Alex groaned again. 

"Shawn!" Brian exclaimed, having just woken up as well.

"Hey Brian! I just got here!" He whispered,  getting up and walking out the room to talk to his best friend. 

"I see that. Hey dude, what the fuck?!" Brian whisper yelled, Shawns face dropped and he looked confused. 

"What? What'd I do?" He asked and Brian scoffed.

"The fuck do you mean? You fucking dragged your girlfriend through the mud on like, the entire promo run!... Agreeing with the sexist stereotypes that people brought up, not saying anything when people were calling her a slut… do you not hear the words that come out of others mouths? Have you not seen any of the articles posted recently? No one told you anything?"

"No, Alex didn't say anything." Shawn replied, leaning on the back of his couch.

"Well, she shouldn't have to. That's really fucked up, man." 

Shawn sighed and thought back on all his interviews recently, have they really been that bad?

About an hour later, Alex woke up and brushed her teeth before greeting Shawn. "Hey, baby!" Shawn grinned, reaching out to hold her hand.

"Hey." She replies, a small smile on her face as she sits down next to him.

"You alright?" He asked, rubbing her shoulder.

"Yeah! I just have to talk to you, but we can do that tomorrow." She shrugged, reaching for the remote. 

"O- oh, about what?" 

"I feel like you know." She answered simply, flipping through channels, "I don't wanna do it tonight, Shawn. I'm drained."

"I wanna do it now, though."

"Kay, well I don't." She said, Shawn sighed and rubbed his face.

"Alright. Can I… can I cuddle you?" He asked, opening his arms for her. Alex nodded and leaned into his arms, she kissed his chest quickly before turning back to the tv and choosing something to watch. 

Shawn shifted a bit and felt his heart sink at the thought of tomorrow, their "conversation"... what if it leads to something else? Something worse.

When they’re ready for bed, Alex just simply gets under the covers, mutters a 'Good night' and drifts off to sleep. Shawn frowns and climbs into bed as well, wanting to cuddle her but he decides against it. He falls asleep to the sound of Alex's light breathing and many thoughts of what tomorrow will go like. 

The next morning Shawn wakes up to an empty bed and sounds of dishes being washed in the kitchen. He gets up and brushes his teeth before heading to the kitchen, "You didn't have to do those, baby." He says, sitting on the counter behind her.

"It was bothering me." She shrugged, rinsing off a mug she finished using. 

“Oh okay.” He said, “So, I- I’m ready to talk.”

“Yeah? Did Brian tell you anything?” She questioned, turning to face him.

Where is Brian?

“He’s at Kates by the way.” She answered, basically reading his mind.

“Yeah he did. Told me about all the things that were said in interviews.” He said looking down at his legs.

“Yeah. What was that?” She asked, crossing her arms. “How could you let them say that about me?”

“I- I don’t know. It didn’t seem wrong at the time.” He answered honestly.

“You made me look like a fucking idiot. You know how hard I worked to get people to take my work seriously. That was all completely demolished! Have you seen any of the articles lately?”

Shawn shook his head, “I’m sorry.” He whispered, Alex sighed and pulled out her phone, showing him article after article saying things like “Shawn Mendes says his girlfriends movies are a slut show” 

“I didn’t say that though!”

“You agreed.” She replied quickly, like she's been thinking of this conversation for days.

She has.

“It was just some jokes!” He defended and Alex felt herself give up on him. Why is he mad?

“Not one! Hundreds! You fucking humiliated me!” She yelled back, “If I fucking went out and said all of your music was basic white trash just to appeal to the radio-”

“Hey!”

“Exactly…” She waited for him to respond but was met with nothing but a sigh from him and an apologetic frown. "Why didn't you defend me?"

"I- I don't know." He replied, "Like I said, at the time it didn't feel wrong or anything. Of course I'll defend you now!" He finished.

"Yeah, but are you only saying that because I confronted you about it? You didn't even notice anything wrong with those questions until now. The weight they carried… fuck, Shawn." Alex sighed, shaking her head. An overbearing weight on her chest now.

"I'm sorry, baby, I love you! You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." He said, reaching for her hand.

"You already did! How the fuck do you go half of your press run just shitting on me and not realizing?" She yelled.

"Don’t raise your fucking voice at me!” He yelled back, pointing a finger at her.

“I’m fucking pissed! So of course I’m gonna yell at you, you fucking prick! Don’t get all fucking-”

“Oh my fucking god! What do you want me to do?! You want me to fucking apologize to the whole fucking world? Will that help you and your fucking career? If your boyfriend made a video or wrote down an apology and posted it online?! Is that what you want?” He exploded, Alex glared at him and ran her hand through her hair.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Shawn.” She said, feeling herself about to break down.

“You’re getting mad over a few little questions! Just fucking post something and say that it’s not true!”

“It’s not that fucking easy! I’m not like you! My career isn’t fucking-” While she was talking about how her work isn’t as grounded as his, Shawn pulled out his phone and started recording on Instagram.

“Hey guys, so my fucking girlfriend is making me record this to say s-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She screamed, trying to pull his arm down and stop him. 

“No cause you’re being fucking overdramatic! I gotta apologize for some interviews!” He replied but stopped recording.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She glared at him and rushed to the room, getting some clothes together to leave. 

“There’s just no pleasing you, is there?” Shawn said, his voice cold and uncaring.

“Don’t fucking talk to me. I can’t fucking look at you right now.” She said, zipping up her bag and pushing past him.

“W- what? Wait, where are you going?!” He exclaims, following her through the apartment, “People are gonna see you! That’ll go ev-”

“For fuck sake! Is your image really more important than us? You care more about me being seen pissed off because of your own actions? Maybe I wouldn’t be leaving if you fucking cared!” She yelled, rushing to open the door.

"Where are you going?!" 

"Doesn't matter. As long as I'm not here I'll be okay." She snapped, feeling herself about to cry. She tries not to cry so much, but this is just too much right now. "You know there was a time where i thought you were my dream come true… but you're a fucking nightmare." She said, a few  tears falling out of her eyes. "Is there any specific reason you never let me direct your music videos? Or even your documentary, Shawn?" She asked, feeling herself lose hope in this relationship. 

Shawn stood there with his mouth hung open and he shifted on his feet but said nothing.

Alex sniffled and nodded, "Thought so." She finished her walk to the door and went to open it before Shawn spoke.

"You deserve better." 

"Yeah. I really do." She replied and opened the door, which made Shawn panic and rush next to her and hold the door closed.

"Wait, baby, I- I can't live without you." He said softly, that made Alex look up at him, teary eyed and all. She scoffed and threw the door open.

"If you can't live without me," She walked out the apartment, out of his life, for good. "Then die."

*

[denimbex1986]

'When Andrew Scott came upon a role in the upcoming film Pride, about gay and lesbian activists who lend support to striking miners in the mid-1980s, he was looking to do something more “low-key,” he told EW.

That certainly doesn’t describe the role that Sherlock fans associate with the Irish actor; Scott is perhaps most recognizable as Sherlock’s arch-nemesis Jim Moriarty, which he plays in sublimely outlandish and creepy fashion. His character in Pride, however, is miles away from Moriarty, the role that has gotten him complimentary desserts in restaurants and shocked reactions in elevators.

Scott gives a quiet performance as Gethin, a Welshman who runs a gay specialty bookstore in London. When his work with Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners brings him back in connection with Wales, he begins a reconciliation with his past. Scott talked to EW in New York about learning about the history behind the film, bonding with his cast mates, and, yes, Sherlock.

EW: I loved the film. I sobbed.

ANDREW SCOTT: Yeah, it has that effect on people. We’re finding out these extraordinary reactions that are happening over the weekend, that people are standing up and clapping at the end of the screening, which just does not happen in England.

How did you first get involved with the film?

I went into meet Matthew Warchus, our director. Bill [Nighy] and Imelda [Staunton] were already attached to it, and I thought the script was extraordinary. I was looking to play a character on a more low-key kind of note, after the stuff that I’ve been doing recently. Because Gethin, my character, is very low-key, my main concern really was I wanted him to make is mark in a group of very flamboyant characters. That actually was why the character seemed to be to be very distinctive, because those characters are no less present just because they are a little less talkative. I loved the character. I thought he was very cinematic, and I loved the idea that there was a sort of sadness and a melancholy about him. I live in London, but I’m actually from Dublin, so the idea of being away from home and being estranged from my own family I found very moving. It’s something that I think a lot of people relate to.

Did you have any knowledge of the story behind it?

Not at all. None of us had in fact. It’s not a story that’s known or has been known.

Gay’s the Word, the bookstore your character runs in the movie, is still around. Did you visit?

I did. I went to see them and it was extraordinary. I’d never been there before but I went in. The bookshop has been so lovingly, incredibly restored on camera, it’s almost exactly the same. It’s beautiful. The whole production design is extraordinary.

Can you tell me about your research process?

I’m not a huge research guy. For me it’s very important to serve the script and the script is extraordinarily well researched. The thing that I did do was to look at the way gay people and miners were represented in the press at the time, which was incredibly helpful because there was just a huge amount of hatred and prejudice that was absolutely unapologetic and that was very frightening and very shocking to read, and certainly if it was for me it was even more shocking for the young 20-year-olds in the cast. They called gay people the slime of society with absolutely no admonishment or anything. That was very good to get a sense of what going on a march might be like. Both communities were bullied by the press and that’s really why their alliance was so strong because they had so much in common.

I was looking at your interview with Attitude and I saw the cover line said that Pride is “greatest gay film of all time“, and I also saw another interview with you where you said it’s not just a gay film. Can you talk a little bit about seeing that cover line and what you think of that interpretation of the film?

It’s an interesting one. I think the thing that I feel very strongly about is that everybody that I’ve spoken to is really moved by the film, and for that reason I say it’s not just a gay film. I think it’s been embraced by the gay community because I think people are very celebratory about the fact that gay people are not just seen in story lines that are related to sex or sexuality, that their attributes of kindness and bravery and compassion are the things that are celebrated in the movie and I think that’s incredibly important.

But I do remember very strongly in our read-through the enormous passion and the enormous ownership of the story from the whole cast and it was a big cast. People were very passionate and hugely moved by it. In our cast, we have men and women, we have people in their 70s and people in their teens, we have posh people and working class people, we have different nationalities, and we have gay and straight people. … You don’t have be a miner to know about union politics or be a gay person to really embrace it.

It speaks that we’re all the same really. And rather than going, “That’s got nothing to do with me because that’s not my personal experience,” my own personal experience, actually, I feel, is kind of irrelevant. It’s about our own humanity.

You’ve come out in the press and you have people asking about this film in relation to your own experience. What has that been like for you?

It’s a difficult thing with coming out publicly. Actually, that’s something that happened a long time ago. It was very low-key, something that I spoke about in a thing. It was not something that I ever kept a secret. But the nature of this film, it obviously a similar subject. I think the thing that is important to me is, depending on the project, I don’t think that’s necessarily something that I need to talk about in every interview that I do. Of course people ask me about that, and that’s absolutely to be expected on this gig, but what I am is an actor and I play lots of different parts, gay, straight, lots of different ones.

Actually, the thing that I think is interesting about my character is not somebody that’s struggling with their sexuality but someone that’s struggling with their national identity. There’s a huge amount of complexities in playing any different human being otherwise we would say that playing Rambo is the same as playing Christy Brown in My Left Foot purely by the fact that they are both straight characters. So it can be reductive in that sense. I suppose I feel it’s important not to speak too much on the subject because there can be sort of an oppression in that.

Can you talk about the filming experience? There are so many people in the film.

Oh, it’s incredibly good fun. It’s highly unusual to be in scenes every day with at least 12 people. So there was so many of us all the time, which meant it was great fun. It really helped with the spirit of the film, because everybody in the cast is so different, different ages and everything and it sort of reflects the audience that we kind of want. It’s so important to me that people reading this feel that it’s a film for them and it’s a film that they will love and they will relate to, because everybody in the cast related to each other so well, and because it’s so witty and so genuinely funny, and that’s the way we were as a cast. It is a film about kindness and compassion and friendship so we couldn’t all be disappearing to our trailers between takes. So we all ate together and hung out together and it was really genuinely beautiful.

You developed outside relationships too—

We started filming in Wales, which is always nice when you’re filming on location. We were away from London. It was very clever scheduling on the producers’s behalf because it meant that we could really experience what it was like to go away and the strangeness of being somewhere else, but also it meant that you could go to dinner with each other rather than going back to our individual lives. So that’s where we were at the very beginning. We all bonded.

I would be remiss if I didn’t—

Here we go!

I know you know.

That’s alright, I understand.

Obviously Sherlock has changed your profile, especially here and on the Internet. I also know you can’t say really anything. Can you talk a little bit about your experience with the final episode of the third season and the revelation that Moriarty is still around. Was that something you always knew was going to come back?

Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat came up with idea for Sherlock whatever it was five or six years ago and a long-term strategy. Not just a couple of seasons. So I did know that. I don’t like to know too much.

Because then you might say—

Quite. I think the show seems to have grown and grown and grown. I was here about a year ago, and walking down the street now is a completely different experience than even a year ago. I think maybe it’s the different way people watch television—they watch it on Netflix. This time around it’s been noticeably, “What the hell is going on here.” New Yorkers are so funny. This girl nearly had a heart attack. I was in an elevator and she was on the phone she was like, “Jesus!” I’ve had a lot of those kind of experiences. People are great in New York I’ve got some really nice complimentary desserts in restaurants for being Moriarty.

They want to butter him up.

Literally butter him up.

Back to Pride: What do you think the film means for the legacy of the miner’s strike?

I think the main legacy is that people talk about history, and it’s sort of told backwards in a way. I think what this film will really help with is the idea that extraordinary acts of bravery and courage and kindness, however small they may be, however unnoticed they may be and however unnoticed they were—and God knows it was unnoticed for years—do make a difference, and they are eventually noticed. I think one of the most moving things to talk about the legacy of it is the real-life heroes of it who are having such a great time with the re-emergence of the story and how much that means for them. And what’s extraordinary about them is that they are all still fighting their fight in whatever different ways.

The idea that actually we have much more in common with each other than we think is something that is very comforting to me, and uplifting for an audience. I absolutely love the idea that this very true story has happened and that it can be entertaining and full of heart and full of love.'

[lady-de-mon-coeur]

Lady In Red

Chapter 4. Puzzle pieces

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"Earth to Adrien. Hello! Are you alright, kid?"

"Mmm?" Adrien asked absentmindedly, still tapping his chin with his fingers.

"Oh Lord, you both are so silly, you and your ladylove," Plagg sighed in frustration. "Gross! I can't bear all the lovey-dovey stuff and the heart eyes! I need my Camembert!"

While Plagg was munching a slice of Camembert, Adrien returned to his thoughts.

Could it be that Marinette was the love of his life? he asked himself.

He was the kind of guy who always listened to his heart. And now it was telling him he was right. So many things started making sense, clicking together like puzzle pieces.

He thought back to the day not so long ago, when the new ad was filmed at the pool. Marinette was there, and Adrien got so confused about the way he felt that he bumped his head against the car because he couldn't take his eyes off her.

And that day at Musée Grevin, when Marinette tried to kiss him while thinking he was a statue? This almost kiss affected him like an exploding bomb. The way he was freaking out afterwards was only comparable to the day his heart started beating for Ladybug—a real coup de foudre, that is.

That day at the ice rink—if he was being perfectly honest, he wasn't quite sure that what he felt back then upon seeing Marinette in Luka’s arms wasn't jealousy.

The way his heart was melting in his chest whenever he and Marinette slow danced together.

The warmth that filled his entire being when they cuddled together in the Startrain (he felt the same warmth filling him again at the very thought of Marinette pressing her head to his chest like a sleeping kitten).

The way he completely forgot how to breathe, and this is all due to seeing Marinette with her hair down.

And last but not least, the way he felt when Marinette confessed her love to Chat Noir out of nowhere. And although he rejected her, he still felt things.

No, this reverie will lead him nowhere.

Adrien had to make an effort to shake off the daydreams and think more clearly.

What if his heart was wrong? After all, he did not have enough proof. That's what his brain kept telling him.

Adrien rubbed his temples to get his thoughts in order. Then he captured a paper sheet and started scribbling down hastily:

"1. Ladybug wasn't there when Marinette had a birthday date with Evillustrator.

2. Marinette wasn't available when Ladybug attended the Nadja Chamack talk show. Alya was babysitting Manon for her, as she mentioned in her video call.

3. Marinette hid her mask during the filming of the music video for Clara Nightingale, just like I did, in order to avoid being recognised as a superhero.

4. The way Ladybug always seemed to despise Chloé.

5. Ladybug happened to be in New York at the same time as our class did.

6. The way how quickly my letter was delivered to Ladybug. It makes a lot of sense if Alya really is a confidant of Ladybug’s identity.

7. Both girls recently broke up with their boyfriends and are avoiding them now."

"What are you writing so fervently, kid?" Plagg asked suspiciously. "A new sappy poem to your lady in red?"

"Not really", Adrien answered absentmindedly.

He re-read what he had just written and sighed disappointedly.

All of this felt too far-fetched. That proved nothing. He was just clutching at straws.

These were indirect proofs that could be easily debunked by the mere fact that he once saw Ladybug and Marinette side by side.

Yeah, it happened only once, yet it was real.

The day madame Mendeleïev was akumatized and robbed them of their kwamis.

The memorable day he almost figured out Ladybug's identity to be… Marinette.

The day Marinette temporarily wielded almost all the miraculous.

Adrien's throat suddenly went totally dry.

Stop it, Adrien, he internally berated himself.

It might have been just a figment of his imagination. Just a coincidence. Just wishful thinking. Maybe he just really wanted it to be true.

Because if he were to be reasonable and rely on nothing but logic, there was no way Marinette could be Ladybug.

He was now sure that he was the guy Ladybug had been in love with all along.

But Marinette wasn't in love with him! Never has been. She had said so herself multiple times. She liked him as a friend, not as a love interest.

And the more Adrien thought of this, the duller the world around him was getting.

"What is it now, loverboy? Can't tell a good rhyme for "eyes"? You can try "french fries" or whatever."

Plagg's voice again. Adrien must have zoned out for a moment.

Adrien got up and started fumbling around in the desk drawer. It might be his last hope.

There it was—the love letter he got for Valentine's Day, which he believed to be from Ladybug.

And there was also that note from Marinette saying she would see him again tomorrow at school.

Adrien stood up and went to the window, staring into the distance.

It would be fine if he could get a sample of Ladybug’s handwriting.

Because, as nice as it was, the love letter still wasn't enough of a proof. It might've been just wishful thinking that the letter was from Ladybug.

Should he ask her about it when she comes next time?

"Drop it, kid! Just stop!"

Adrien looked up, completely dumbfounded.

Plagg was floating around in the air, holding the paper sheet Adrien had just covered with his thoughts on Ladybug's identity.

"Plagg, what are you do—"

"It's me who should be asking you what you're doing. But I already can see that."

Adrien scowled.

"Give it back to me, you sneaky cat!"

"Here, you can have it." Plagg scoffed, dropping the paper right into Adrien's extended hand. "Look, I see what you're trying to do here, and I don’t like it, like at all."

"Why not?" Adrien asked, staring with wide eyes at his kwami.

"Are you kidding me? Because trying to figure out Ladybug's identity will lead to nothing good, that's why. You know that all too well, boy," Plagg grumbled in a granddad's preachy tone.

"Do you mean I might be on to something, don't you?" Adrien asked mischievously.

"I didn't say that!" Plagg burst out. "Don't try to put words in my mouth!"

The room went quiet as a grave.

"Okay, kid, let's be reasonable," Plagg said a moment later in a much milder voice. "Don't try to investigate who is behind the mask. You know it's a big no-no. Period. And also, make sure to destroy this list by the time your lovebug drops by next time."

"Fine!" Adrien said with a joyless chuckle, crumpling up the paper and slipping it into his pocket, while Plagg occupied himself with another hunk of cheese.

***

"C'mon, spill it, girl! I won't let you go without hearing all the details".

Marinette was sitting at her sewing machine, crafting a new hat.

"I don't have much to say," Marinette said with a shrug.

"But our boy looks like he was born again. You can't tell me that nothing happened between you two!" Alya exclaimed joyfully, and her glasses flashed in the ray of sunshine streaming in through the window.

Marinette reluctantly turned away from the sewing machine.

"Well, we were just sitting on his bed crying and talking about our broken hearts, that's all".

"Is that really all?" Alya asked incredulously, leaning in so close that her nose almost brushed Marinette’s.

"Not really." Marinette answered, turning immediately the colour of the setting sun.

"Oh, really? What else? I'm dying to know." Alya said eagerly.

"We… uhm… kissed," Marinette articulated as her voice dropped gradually to a barely audible whisper.

"On the lips? Is it true?" Alya gasped, her eyes as big as saucers.

Marinette nodded silently.

"I knew it, I knew it!" Alya cried out, her fist shooting triumphantly into the air. "And what’s now? Our lovebirds are together, aren't they?"

"Yes, kind of," Marinette confirmed, rubbing the back of her neck, her voice returning to its normal volume. "He said I could come whenever I wanted. And then we kissed again."

"Oh Lord, how romantic! Rose would be over the moon to hear that!" Alya cooed, but then she remembered something.

"By the way, I have to make an interview with you to keep your cover." She informed. And upon seeing Marinette’s perplexed expression, she quickly explained: "I told Adrien the other day that I got to know about your feelings for him while making an interview with you for the Ladyblog. He might be getting suspicious if the said interview never comes out."

"Then I have to check my schedule. Maybe I can accord you some time later this evening," Marinette responded, and they both laughed.

"Wait, I'm not done with the news yet." Alya went on. "There will be a birthday party taking place on the Liberty this Sunday. It's Juleka's birthday. You're invited too. Don't you dare miss it."

"A birthday party? That's cool! I'm all in!" Marinette exclaimed ecstatically, turning back to the sewing machine.

She had hardly made two stitches when she started realising something.

"Wait a minute, Alya Césaire! What did you just say? The Liberty? Weren't we supposed to go to the movies?"

"We were, but the plans have changed. We all agreed that throwing a party on the pirate ship would be much cooler." Alya shrugged nonchalantly.

Marinette narrowed her eyes.

"I can smell a trap."

"What trap? What are you talking about?" Alya said, batting her eyes innocently.

"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about! Luka will be there, too, since it's his birthday as well."

"Uhm… Yes, and what of it?" Alya said, still feigning ignorance.

"I know what you are trying to do. You want to trick me into talking to him since I started avoiding him."

"Gotcha!" Alya exclaimed, snapping her fingers. "You basically admitted that you are avoiding Luka."

"What?.. No, I'm not! It's not that!" A totally red Marinette covered her face with her palms so that only flaming red ear tips could be seen. "Alya, you can’t do that to me," Marinette begged miserably from behind her palms. "I can't do this. It will be super awkward."

"But how do you call what you are doing now?" Alya retorted, slamming her fists to her hips. "It's ridiculous, utterly ridiculous! You cause everyone around you unnecessary trouble. Even Adrien noticed you were avoiding Luka. It needs to stop!"

At the mention of Adrien Marinette surrendered.

"Okay, you won. I'll be there. But I can't promise that I'll talk to Luka."

"That's my girl!" Alya said way more softly than just a minute ago. "I knew that common sense would triumph. There's no need to overcomplicate your life, Marinette. It's overly complicated as it is." She patted Marinette’s back reassuringly.

***

Marinette was turning over in her mind the encounters Ladybug had with Adrien in the past.

She gets distracted by his marvellous green eyes looking at her from the limo window, his mouth agape in awe.

He blushes slightly as they awkwardly greet each other at the TV studio.

He rushes to her rescue when Riposte is about to stab her.

He can't bring himself to so much as touch her shoulder, retracting his hand halfway.

He pulls his hand away as soon as he realises that his hand is on her shoulders.

He latches desperately onto her after his akumatized bodyguard throws him off the skyscraper, the look in his eyes telling her more than any words ever could.

Love, respect, and admiration for her came through in all his doings.

So then, he'd been in love with her all along.

And that tender love poem he wrote for Valentine's Day was for her.

Marinette wondered how he was going to get the love letter delivered to her. Would he have asked Alya to do it for him? Or would he have been standing outside all day long, waiting for her to pass by?

She couldn't fight back a giggle at the thought.

Maybe the reason he ended up throwing the letter in the trash can was exactly that he didn't come up with a plan to deliver it.

But the girl it was addressed to got it nonetheless and loved it so, so much.

She rummaged through her things in a desk drawer until she found what she'd been looking for—a crumpled paper sheet covered with Adrien's neat handwriting.

She knew the content of the paper sheet by heart.

Marinette let out a lovesick sigh.

She longed to see Adrien. She couldn't resist the urge to melt into his embrace and hear his comforting words. She had to see him right now.

She got up abruptly.

"Tikki, transforme-moi."

***

It was a matter of a few minutes to reach his house and find him standing at the window of his room, as if he were waiting for her.

"Adrien!"

***

As soon as they pulled apart after a particularly long kiss, Adrien suddenly said, scratching the back of his neck:

"May I ask you something, Ladybug?"

After having gotten a nod of approval, Adrien pulled out a pink-coloured piece of paper from his pocket.

"Was that you who wrote this?"

Ladybug turned bright red so quickly, as if someone had pushed a button inside of her.

She recognised the heart-shaped Valentine's Day card immediately. The silly, sappy love poem she sent him a while ago but forgot to sign.

No matter how embarrassed she was about having written it, there was no use denying the truth.

"Yes, I… Yes, it was me," she mumbled, lowering her gaze to examine the black spots on her hands. "Did you… did you like it?" She dared a question after what seemed like an eternity, cringing at the sound of her own voice, which suddenly became too thick for her liking.

"Yes, I liked it a lot." Adrien's voice was as soft as marshmallows. "It wasn’t signed, so I always hoped it was from you. I'm so glad I guessed it right."

Ladybug didn't expect this. She looked up to see such a loving look in his eyes and such a heartfelt smile on his lips that she could barely resist the urge to kiss him senseless.

Adrien reached out his hand and touched her cheek, giving her goosebumps. Then he leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Ladybug," he said. "This is the best letter I've ever gotten in my life."

Ladybug felt a rush of warmth flood her chest.

How could someone be so kind and gentle? He kept the postcard so dearly, as if it were the most precious thing in the world, just because he thought it was from her. He really loved her so much!

He was perfect! She found herself falling in love with him more and more.

Ladybug cuddled closer to him, and he hugged her tenderly in response.

"I love you so much, Adrien," she murmured into his chest. "You're so kind and so generous."

Adrien said nothing, pulling her closer to him.

"Did you know that your cousin Félix once tried to kiss me against my will?" She continued after having relished his closeness for a while.

Adrien stiffened.

"He did what?"

"I immediately knew it couldn’t have been you because I know you'd never do something like that." She continued in between kisses to his cheek.

Ladybug could feel Adrien's hands on her back balling into fists. He murmured something suspiciously similar to "I'll kill him".

"Don't you worry," she said, placing a soothing hand on his arm. "He got what he deserved—a good punch in the face."

Adrien chuckled a dry, short chuckle.

"You should have told me ages ago." He said, looking her straight in the eyes.

Ladybug smiled fondly at him.

"What would it be good for? I managed to handle it on my own. At least now I know that I'll never mistake him for you again."

She was silenced with an ardent kiss from Adrien.

Her mind immediately went completely blank, and right now she wouldn't want it any other way. Shadow Moth and Félix be damned. As long as she had Adrien by her side (and Alya and Chat Noir, of course), she was sure she could make it.

[thesedamncannibals]

tag game!

tagged by @shithitsmynipples

Do you make your bed? Never! Idc. Also I take naps so I don't see the point.

What's your favorite number? 108. . .cuz its tim rogers @ on twitter. IDK.

What is your job? I don't have one :( I wanted to work when I was a teenager but my parents don't want me to and I can't drive and theres 1 car, etc.

If you could go back to school, would you? I'm going to school soon and I'm not that excited. But in the future if I want a career change I could go back, sure.

Can you parallel park? (ㆆ_ㆆ)

A job you had that would surprise people? None, omg this is for people with independence

Do you think aliens are real? I mean yeah, but they don't look like grey humans or whatever.

Can you drive a manual car? I don't think I even want to drive. But most countries barely have any public transport so idk.

What's your guilty pleasure? I have no guilt about my pleasures tbh. Probably because none of them make me feel EXTREMELY good y'know?

Tattoos? No but I want one. Maybe a back tattoo. A back tattoo of a double headed snake. My skin scars easily though it might not work out. I have so many keloids lol

Favorite color? Red.

Favorite type of music? I don't listen to a whole lot. I guess I like heavier stuff? Chat pile is my favorite band.

Do you like puzzles? I like video games. I did play sudoku for a bit but I got bored.

Any phobias? Not any real ones. Spiders I guess. The fear of my life slipping away from me without me ever getting to be independent and alone. um, being stuck in bureaucracy hell ykwim.

Favorite childhood sport? In my childhood the boys played soccer and the girls didn't do shit. And I.. . did homework in class.

Do you talk to yourself? No, I don't even like the sound of my inner monologue.

What movies do you adore? This is hard! The Passenger, Peep Tv Show, Talk to Me, Any Alan Clarke film, Let the Right One In, Gonin, Scream, Dinner in America, Blindspotting, Swallowtail, Summer Vacation 1999, I saw the tv glow, Cure, etc. I watched hunger (2008) and all of us strangers recently. Those were great.

Coffee or tea? I like both, I drink more tea though. Warm water win.

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? Psychologist. LMAO.

tagging @ereb1d , @wheelsup30, @mifhortunach, @constant-fagging and anyone who wants to :^)

no pressure.

[teddybeartoji]

AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! no you get it dune 2 wasn’t as good as the first one i think sequels rarely live up to the first one!! omg my favorites change alll the time and that includes directors LOL but my current favorite one is satoshi kon!!! he made my all time favorite movie paprika!!! he’s also the director of perfect blue ! im sure you’ve heard of it :3 i sooo so so recommend his movies like millennium actress or paranoia agent or!! of course paprika!! the music in that movie is soooo good! i also really enjoy akira kurosawa’s, tim burton’s, wes anderson’s and of course kubrick’s movies im trying sooooo hard not to fangirl too much i cannot be too much of a nerd LOLOL glasses slipping off my nose doing the um ackshually pose whenever i talk about movies

WHAT ABOUT YOU THOOOOUGH!!! who are your favorite directors

AHHH YOU ARE RIGHT ABT THE SEQUELS NOT MEASURING UP TO THE FIRST ONES but hhhhhhhh i did have pretty big expectations for it too smhhh.. i really did looooove the first one😔😔😔

OMGGGGGGG I HAVE HEARD ABT PERFECT BLUEE!!!!!!!!! i have to admit that i haven't seen it though please don't shoot me.. i'm adding paprika and the others to my watchlist rn too hehehe i'll remember those!!!!!!!!!! and i'll come screaming when i finally happen to watch them too bc we then have to Discuss them>:33333333 ALSO PLSSS NERD OUT WITH MEEEE I LOVE ITTT I WANNA HEAR ALL OF YOUR THOUGHTSSS!!!!!!!!!!!! btw i recently saw wes anderson's isle of dogs at the cinema for the first time and i loved it soo so fucking much i think that actually might be one of my favourites of his now....

out of kubrick's stuff i think i've actually only seen the shining if i'm being honest here,, it's not like i'm not interested in the others i just have a tendency to rewatch a lot of things instead of going for smth new lmao i also love how we both seem to be Film Bros but like.. different types😭😭😭😭 I SAY THAT WITH LOVE BTW

i am a... david fincher film bro lmao fight club is literally my most watched film i love it so so much it's like a comfort film at this point idk don't get me wrong it's not my favourite of his though,, i think my top three would be 1. se7en 2. zodiac 3. the social network!!!!!!!!!!!!! but yeah i just love his works so fucking much they scratch my brain so fucking good..

AND THEN MY OTHER FAVOURITE DIRECTOR IS GUY RITCHIE!!!!!!!! this is such a silly one but i love him okay his sense of humor goes so well with mine,, snatch is one of my favourite films ever it's so good lmao aaaand i do love his later films too i think they're super fucking fun!!!!! the man from uncle has the best fucking score ever and idk i know a lot of ppl didn't like it it is one of my little guilty-not-so-guilty pleasures!!!!!!!!!!

and. continuing on with my film bro streak lmao i do like tarantino quite a lot ngl i absolutely adore inglorious basterds and django and kill bill and reservoir dogs and pulp fiction they're all just so fucking fun too

AAAAAAAAAAAND i also wanna add spielberg just bc i've been thinking abt indiana jones again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIFE-CHANGINGGGGGG i love the indiana jones films so fucking much i've loved them since i was a fucking child but they really are so so good they just don't make films like that anymore.... the lighting the blocking the acting the sweat the clothes the fact that indiana is a fucking loser and not some tough guy aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa idk i could talk abt those films for forever i think..

[notafunkiller]

I’m sorry but this fandom is so ass backwards. They disrespect Seb on so many levels. Regardless of PR girlfriend or not some one the shit they say is outta line remember he agreed to that PR relationship too. He’s not absolved of responsibility or guilt. He’s an active member in that decision. And if by some miracle it’s real then he probably doesn’t like they way y’all send his gf death threats. Another things I’ve noticed is how disrespectful people are about his body. They nit pick every tiny little thing. People are sharing his full frontal nudity scene from Monday and he’s said in interviews that it took a lot of trust and that’s a very vulnerable place to be. You have “fans” making obscene comments. Not just saying things like “I love him, he’s hot” they’re saying he’s “small” that they are “disappointed” I saw one where they said they would have master-bated on set if they were part of camera crew, another said they tried to grab his dick, like what?! He’s come out about body dysmorphia and I think being comfortable enough to be nude was brave, it shouldn’t be made into a side show event. Chris Pine did full nudity and I didn’t see comments like this. I feel like these fans love to hate on him and his life more then they actually love and support him. People thought he was on drugs. No he’s more slim unless he’s bulking up again just talking about his body like he’s your object to own. If it were a woman people would be way more mad. How would you feel if someone constantly points out how terrible and tired you look and your just like sorry I haven’t slept well recently I’m not on crack. It would make you feel bad. These fans go after his privacy and forget he’s human trying to navigate life as well. Don’t make it harder on him. One day he might say that because of “fans” like this, the entertainment lifestyle isn’t worth it anymore. It’s like they low key want to ruin his life because they can’t have him. They’re fucking delusional.

Thank you for this message!

1. Yeah, he is an adult who makes his deciaion. Do I find it off and ehh that he is doing PR? Sure, but I also know the whole ondiatry does it and at the end of the day it's his choice. (And like I said if this relationship is real, it's make him a publicly super bad boyfriend, but it is her choice to stay with him)

2. Whoever sends threats needs a break from social media and go see a therapist.

It's disgusting. You can say you do not like X person, or why you do not like her, but sending threats like this is absolutely disgusting.

3. Sebastian is VERY sexualized (in the way we call out men for doing it to us) & so is his relationship by the shippers. They talked about how he must fúck her in x position, how AW is getting that tongue tonight and so on multiple times & when others called them out, they said "just a joke". It reminds me of the way Harry Styles has been sexualized since he was 16. It's freaking horrible and sad.

They do not respect his values and views on marriage kids and so on, and they looove to talk about AW's future kids, pregnancy etc. Disgusting!

4. Yes! He talked about his body dysmorphia before, how hard it was to lose weight, how he is self concious to post shirtless photos, how stressed he was to get in that spexific shape for the 355 film (and I could not enjoy the film fully because every time I see Nick I remember how stressed Sebatsian felt to have certain abs bc this is the standard for people) how he was bullied for his weight when he was young, how there had to make sense in the story & there had to be a lot of trust to shoot naked. Because it is not meant to be sexual, it is meant to be artistic! Films = art, not fantasies of delulu fans.

I remember the Reddit people talking how "small he is" and others defending him how it is none of their business even if he was and how you cannot measure it like this. The fact people have to explain this gets me freaking mad! The fact people think they are entitled to talk about others' bodies like this...

He is never gonna be Tommy Lee skinny because he has a certain body structure (that is amazing). When he gets extra beefy for Bucky, he can enjoy food more, so it's one of the perks.

But his natural body structure is perfect for his height! He will never stop having thighs, shoulders and arms. The fact people make fun of his double chin as if that is not natural and healthy.

People need to get out and touch some grass. You do not like how he looks? Look another person. Ridiculous!

[Source: here]

5. Yes, they do love to hate on him more than support him.

(Constructive crticism is amazing thpugh)

Or they make everything about an imaginary fan war or about his relationship. On the days of his biggest achievements, they do not even speak about him!

Those fans forget public people are actually people, not their puppets & do not owe them anything. The fact they shame them when they cannot project their fantasies onto them...

[tweexcore-undrgrnd]

if this ever gets weird: obscure review edition.

(slight spoilers)(probably more than slight)

if you thought there was any chance in hell I would not watch this as soon as I possibly could.. oh to be wrong. autism always wins.

Things i thought were great:

heart-wrenching cathartic piece of art that made me weep , all the clips of Cedric on stage where the lights shine on his hair , lots of silly little moments... all throughout their time they're just... whimsical , the 1 million shots of all the pedals and tech pieces (love) , very funny English accents , waow ftm backstory waow... , kissing the homies anyone??? oh and also long hair pre 2000s Cedric you have my HEARTTT

Things I thought were not great:

I heard some songs from despair come on and immediately all the life drained out of me in horror because I Knew shit was about to go down. been religiously listening to that cd but still It is like a clarion call from hell. (did anyone get that)

yeah I don't actually have any gripes with it I was too in love with the whole thing ..... glad I saw it now. it feels like this is the right time for me to be viewing this. evaluating what I want in my own life too.

I can't stop thinking about the unconventional uses of love and affection from Omar's commentary too, I really feel it when he says he loves Teri and Cedric. it means so much to me to finally see someone like him just admitting so openly that they feel so deeply and genuinely towards the people around them! using words that might confuse others with a too closed-minded view of what love, and soulmates can be. he's totally radical.

(was loving the taped glasses here)

It always takes me out when Cedric's been very honest in recent years and interviews just, plainly saying what he feels. he's got such an air of sincerity and wisdom about him that's amazing to see so much of in this documentary. The difference in how he and Omar talk about painful things is so interesting to me, their way of recounting and the words they both use is nothing short of a wonder to hear. For Cedric in particular, listening to him really tap into that emotional side and physically express it, crying and letting pain shake his voice a little at times, that's amazing. for someone who seemed to disconnect themselves and push people away in that aspect, being so open and honest now is an insane progression.

this scene... hi girl

At the end of the doc, when they're talking about coming back together and their bond and doing volta again, and it's cutting back to clips of them being young together GOD. THAT HIT ME LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN. being able to stitch that film together and look back on it, seeing some of the worst times as halcyon in your memory and actually making that mental journey something physical, that other people can experience is so magical. this whole thing is like being let into the deepest recesses of their mind, it's terrifying, I love it.

sharp turn now, um..... lots of technology... big fan.. I'm definitely going to be making a few gifs of the equipment.. I'll probably make a post with 1 million screenshots anyway bleh bleh bleh

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Lo-Fi: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

The only way you're going to get an accurate profile on your unsub is if you walk the crime scene. Brustin, JJ, Rossi, you, and Derek head to the subway where the most recent murder happened. The police have sectioned off this stop, so you're not worried about people getting off the subway and contaminating the crime scene.

"Who in the hell thinks they can get away with murder in the middle of the day in New York City?" Derek asks angrily.

"Someone patient enough who waits for the one who gets separated from the flock."

"Is that the spot?" JJ asks, pointing to the area where the unsub shot a man in cold blood.

"Yeah," Brustiun says, clearly not interested in you being here.

"Are we boring you?" Derek asks. "Look, I know you don't like SSA Joyner. That's fine, I get it, but we're here to do a job."

"Have any of your people ever been cops?"

"Chicago," Derek immediately answers.

"Then you'll understand. I take it real personally if something like this happens in my city. I was a beat cop during the Son of Sam. This is worse. He's not just going after one type, he's going after everybody. I need everybody working on this case, taking it personally."

"You have that," you say.

"We'll see."

You turn your efforts into piecing together what happened hours ago. The energy left behind is still fresh, and the spirit of the deceased still lingers around. You close your eyes and let yourself be consumed by the energy so that when you open your eyes, you're brought back to when the crime occured.

People stop off the subway in a hurry to get somewhere. There are some walking by slowly so they don't miss anything, but everyone has somewhere to be. Everyone has a job to get to, a significant other to see, and places to spend their money with.

The victim never even saw it coming. He got off the train thinking he was going to go home without an issue. The unsub walked off the subway seconds later, but you can't make anything out on his face. He knew he was being filmed, so he kept his head down so you aren't able to see who he is.

You walk closer to the man and pause the scene so that everyone is frozen around you. You bent slightly to get a better look at his face, but all that's there is a black hole where his eyes and mouth are. He's tried so hard to conceal who he is that he's done a good job at masking himself from you.

The only thing you get is the color of his skin. He is a white male, and that's the majority of the city's occupants. The other thing you get is the color of his energy. It's red, but it's a calming red as if he decided to shoot someone like he'd decide what meal to eat next.

No matter how much you replay the events, you're not getting anything else off the unsub.

"We've had glimpses of this guy, but the descriptions have been sketchy. Some people said he's a light-skinned black man, Asian, Puerto Rican, which is basically every homeboy in the city," Brustin scoffs.

"He's white," you say and look at your team.

"How do you know?"

"I saw him. Not all of him, but enough to see the color of his skin."

Before Brustin has a chance to respond to that, Derek takes over. These detectives wouldn't understand what you can do. Cooper might, but Brustin definitely wouldn't.

"Were the ballistics the same for every shooting?"

"We checked the records back ten years, but the gun's never been recycled," Brustin answers, finally peeling his eyes from you.

".22s aren't exactly the weapon of choice these days. All I know is this guy is organized. He studies the cameras, and carries a gun that's easy to conceal. He knows what he's doing."

This kind of unsub is smart, too smart for your own good. He'd never strikes near where he lives so that he can put some distance between his murder life and his personal life. The unsub strikes at the same time of day, and he knows where the cameras are placed. That means he's doing his own pre-surveillance. A need-motivated killer operates within his own comfort zone while an organized killer with some other motivation will make sure to strike outside that zone, not where he lives.

Unfortunately, that means that every other neighborhood in the city has a reason to be terrified.

The unsub truly did his research because while your team was at the subway, he was striking somewhere else in a different city. As soon as you got the word that there is another murder, your half of the team heads over there to meet with Hotch, Cece, and Cooper. JJ went back to the office to be with Spencer and Emily to work the case from home base.

Since this is a fresh crime scene, and the body hasn't even been taken away yet, the energies are strong enough for you to picture exactly what happened. While the first unsub stepped off the subway, this second unsub came creeping around the corner of a building and targeted the victim.

You say second unsub because the energy is different. While the first one had a calming energy about him, this one is more angrier. While the unsub could have gotten angry after leaving the subway, you know this one is a different person because the base color of his energy is different.

You're dealing with two unsubs. That, and his skin color is a lot darker than the one before him. You're not sure if there is a third, but you're definitely dealing with two people.

"Uniforms are rounding up witnesses. It doesn't seem like anyone got a clean look," Cooper says.

"It makes sense because he's probably gone before anyone even realizes what's happening."

"Is this what it felt like during the Son of Sam?" Kate asks since she wasn't there for it.

"Yes. At first, we realized that if the violence was truly random, there was almost no way of stopping it. It seems like these people have figured that out," Brustin states.

"From the placement of that camera, odds are the only view they're gonna get is the back of his head," Derek says.

"Let's not be too quick to decide what we do or don't have."

Kate gives him a cold look before walking away. Brustin and Cooper whistle lowly at the fact that Derek was on the receiving end of her cold demeanor and not them.

"Do you mind telling me why I'm catching attitude from her?" Derek asks Hotch.

"FBI Brass has made it clear to her that if she doesn't bring this case home, she's gonna be reassigned. You are at the top of the list to replace her."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Why should you be surprised? You're good at your job. People notice that."

"What happened to the bureau patting itself on the back for stealing her away from Scotland Yard?"

"I don't know. Politics here are different, and you can see she doesn't pull punches."

"I think we're dealing with two unsubs here," you say, catching the attention of the two detectives.

"What evidence do you have to support that?" Brustin asks.

"None, but--"

"Then you're not sure. This is the work of one seriously messed up person."

"Look, Hotch, I saw the first unsub step off that subway. He was white and had a calming energy about him. This unsub is black and has an angrier energy. We're dealing with a duo, maybe more."

Hotch knows to trust you when you say things like this, which is why he doesn't hesitate to back you up on this.

"We should look for evidence that would point to two people. We can't dismiss the possibility of this being a team. We need to consider all possibilities here."

"Whatever you say, boss," Brustin sighs.

"Six murders, and he's finally communicating with us," Rossi says, showing everyone the Tarot card in his hands. "It's a Tarot card. Death."

"Isn't that a little on the nose, even for a psycho?"

"Regardless, do you think this guy is into spiritual stuff? Or both of them if it is two people?" you ask, wording the question that way for Brustin's benefit.

"If he or they are, he certainly doesn't know tarot. The death card doesn't actually signify physical death. It's more of a transformation from one place to another like a job promotion or a marriage."

"If he's not into fortune telling, what's with the card?"

"This card is meant for us. He wants us to know that he knows we're here. If they're doing their own surveillance, then it's likely he's watching us now. Smile, you might be on camera."

After you gather everything you can from the scene, you let local police deal with the body and the public. Your team including the two detectives head back to the FBI office in New York. Once word got out to the reporters about what's really happening, they surrounded the building with microphones, cameras, and tons of questions.

Everyone ignores their questions as you head inside where JJ, Emily, and Spencer are.

"What did you find out?" Hotch asks.

"Here is the latest shooting," Emily says, pulling up the video of it. "This was the previous murder." She pulls up the subway murder. "Okay, do you see anything weird here?"

"The second one sprints off, and the first walks calmly. It's two entirely different demeanors," Derek says.

"With six kills in, his behavior should be set."

"Check this out. Garcia, are you still there?" Spencer asks.

"Would I ever leave you?" she chuckles over the phone. "I did a digital perspective analysis rendering on the shootings where we have footage. Now, the first two are inconclusive, but the last two I found something weird. Your calm walking type is about 6'1", but your sprinter is 5'9", 5'10" tops."

"We've got more than one unsub," Hotch confirms what you've been saying.

You needed them to get to that conclusion on their own or they would have never believed you.

"Do you believe me now?" you ask Brustin and Cooper.

"So, we have more than one unsub. What does that tell us?" Rossi asks.

"Most teams stick together. They don't usually kill separately. It could be some kind of gang initiation."

"Gangs will kill you if they encroach on your territory, not random people all over the city," Emily dismisses.

"I'll coordinate with the gang task force and make sure we have an overview by morning," JJ states before walking away.

"Do you think we have enough for a working profile?" Kate wonders.

"We still need more information. Dave, you, Y/N, and Reid talk to the agents here. Morgan and Prentiss, brief the police when each shift comes on duty tomorrow," Hotch orders.

"I think we should get out on the streets," Derek says.

"I brought you here to create a profile."

"Which we can give in the morning, and then they can share it with the afternoon shift," Derek argues.

"We've allocated every extra man we have. This is New York City. It's not like a few more people are going to blanket the city," Kate sighs.

"I understand it's a long shot, but these guys hit at midday. We could target the entry and exit to particular neighborhoods. Position us near express stops--14th, 42nd, 59th--"

"Morgan, it's not your call," Hotch cuts him off.

Derek scoffs and leaves before he says something he regrets later.

"I'd like to join you in the profile if that's not stepping on your toes," Kate asks.

"It's no problem," Rossi shrugs.

You're not going to get any more work done today since it's the end of the day, and the unsubs aren't known to shoot during the night. They want an audience and want to be seen, so the best time to do it is in the middle of the day. The mornings and nights are the safest from these kinds of people.

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[deuterosapiens]

So I was thinking briefly about a SAW television series. I suppose there are all of the obvious reasons a show like this couldn't work, but I want to propose a hypothetical series that could work, if it were executed correctly.

First off, let's talk about some of the critical components of a SAW movie, and how those elements might be adapted to a longer-form series (I'm picturing like an eight-episode Season format, for obvious reasons. A network like AMC or something that would allow us to get away with on-screen depictions of gore, torture and blood).

So the three main components of most films in the series (I don't say all because SAW X actually lacks one of them): 1- The Police (most films, except X, features a plot involving detective investigating Jigsaw related cases; 2- Traps (the obvious appeal for most fans, this series is defined by the creative a ruthless traps its victims find themselves caught in); and 3- Mythology (SAW as a franchise is so hyper-saturated in its internal mythology that untangling its webs within webs produces something of a inconsistent headache, if you.dont subscribe to a Just Go with It-mentality).

So for SAW: The Desciple (which I just realized abbreviates poorly), let's think about ways we can incorporate these elements into something interesting. Just a final note on this idea: SAW canon is... weird. As a result, I'm considering this series to be a partial reboot, a partial continuation, and also, reasonably, its own thing.

As the sub-title suggests, The Desciple will follow an apprentice to John Kramer's teachings. As is the case with most of his apprentices, our Pilot will depict our main character as a Player in one of his Games. The focus of the series then is on the development and growth of a Jigsaw player-turned-Gamemaker. We will explore this main character as they observe Games and learn the principles of trap design and construction.

Through flash-backs we will witness a past history of abuse and treachery. Mistreatment and neglect. The finale of course would be our main character playing their very first Game, bringing in a cast of victims who have "wronged" our protagonist.

The integration of a detective narrative could easily be filled if our protagonist is a cop deprogramming himself from his legal teachings. Or, better yet, their love interest (spouse or otherwise) could be a detective whose investigation into recent Jigsaw Killings has begun to create a violent rift in their relationship, culminating in a finale where they learn that their partner has been involved this whole time. Granted, both of these plots have appeared in the films before, however I see no reason to not incorporate previous story-beats if they serve a different purpose.

What I would like to see is a smarter, more introspective look into the Jigsaw philosophy of self-discovery through torture. Obviously the pros and cons of this must be discussed. Perhaps this series takes place after the main films and this features a protagonist who's learning through a copy-cat of a copy-cat. Where different sects of Kramer's followers have taken his game-making ideas in radically different directions and thus we see more Amanda-esque games (which are not meant to be won) and Hoffman-esque games (where winning requires participation from all players).

Seeing familiar faces would be cool, but honestly, I think a fully original cast would be best. Yeah, yeah, it sounds a lot like I'm saying "Hey, let's make a full length series based on Spiral!" And I guess that's fair. But going forward, I cannot imagine there's much more of a story to tell with any of the pre-existing characters that wouldn't feel completely nonsensical.

Thoughts? If I'm bored I might draft something, I dunno.

[yarboyandy]

January 2024 movie wrapped 😁 ! Thought this would be a fun thing to talk about wven if no one cares. This month I focused mainly on comedy and romance because thats what I wanna edit one day. Next month I might focus more on romance and drama.

This month I watched 20 movies total, my original goal was 25 (my current monthly goal) so I fell short by 5. Of the films I watched, I saw 8 in theaters (40%) and 12 at home (60%).

Next month I am most excited for Argylle (looks fun), Drive Away Dolls, and Lisa Frankenstien (February is a bit sparce…).

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Favorite movie this month: The Iron Claw

Literally one of the best movies I’ve seen from Zack Efron…KEEP PUTTING HIM IN SHIT LIKE THIS ‼️ oscar snub tbch.

Least Favorite: Night Swim

is January fodder…literally boring. Nothing burger to me. Only cool thing to me was the coin thing at the end.

Undercut is my full list of films and thoughts.

1. Anyone But You (1/2/2024) 🍿

I was forced to walk out of this one by friends. fake dating movie that had bad acting from a cast comprised of good actors. I liked the premise tho, pictured it with old man yaoi the whole time.

2. The Boy and the Heron (1/4/2024)🍿

Saw this with my mom! I was kinda confused by it but it was really pretty. Really good voice cast 😁❤️❤️ I understood the message the day after, I would be hesitant to say this is one of the studios best, but it’s def top five….?

3. Night Swim (1/5/2024)🍿

saw with Olivia and Becca. JANUARY FODDER AT ITS FINEST! So stupid. Wasnt that bored tho! I really liked the coin thing at the end.

4. Migration (1/6/2024)🍿

Saw with Olivia in the coldest theater Ever. Really cute and charming 😁👍🏻 probably one of Illumination’s best but I haven’t seen a ton from them recently. Wayyyy too giddy for the return of the animated short before a movie.

5. The Color Purple (1/7/2024) 🍿

I need to stop seeing 2.5 hour long movies at 10 pm. Really good, forgot it was a musical in the middle cuz they weren’t singing LOL. Didn’t love the whole part where she forgives the dude who like abused her but hey. Uhhh. Yeah thats all i got

6. Ella Enchanted (1/8/2024) 🏠

Really cute classic for me ☹️ ROMCOMS MY BELOVED ❤️❤️❤️ first movie i watched at home this year! I miss the fantasy romcom genre that was big in the 90s to the 00’s, now it’s all realistic stuff :/ GIVE ME BACK THE FAIRYTALES!!

7. Bridesmaids (1/9/2024) 🏠

Every professor has told me to watch this so i finally did. Very enjoyable!! I like this director…I liked the tail lights themeing, but I wish the main girl and her friend got to talk more.

8. Pink Panther (1/9/2024) 🏠

Dont fw french people tbh.

9. Poor Things (1/10/2024) 🍿

STUNNING AMAZING PERFECT!!!!!!!!!! Beautiful film 😁😁😁😁❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ARRRRGGGGGGGGG OSCAR SWEEP IN MY HEART!! EVERY SEX SCENE WAS NEEDED!!!!!!!!!!!!

10. High and Low (1/11/2024) 🏠

My heterosexual friend fell asleep next to me and missed 85% of the movie. Really good though!

11. Coraline (1/13/2024) 🏠

FUCKEDDDD UPPPP and amazing 😁❤️❤️❤️ i hope Laika can like. Make a good movie again soon….what who said that.

12. Zoolander (1/14/2024) 🏠

Silly goofy fun 😁❤️ fantastic cast. Ben stiller has the range. For some reason as a kid (like age 10) i assumed this movie was racist or something? (I had never seen it. LOL) Its not.

13. Leo (1/14/2024) 🏠

Watched this and played webkinz solitaire. No notes. I don’t remember anything anyways.

14. 22 Jump Street (1/15/2024) 🏠

Olivia was not very impressed, but it got me to chuckle. Didnt like the main love plotline bro wtf. But a very influential movie for 2010’s comedy. as I’m typing this I’m realizing I look like if Chaning Tatum and Jonah Hill had a fat baby.

15. the Princess Bride (1/16/2024) 🏠

SOOOO CUTE AND FUN GIGGLE 😁 they break the 180 rule did u know that.

16. Jumanj (1/16/2024) 🏠

I’ve never seen it before and it was fun but kinda sad like damn 😭 good CGI tbh

17. The Beekeeper (1/18/2024) 🍿

THE STUPIDEST, GOOFIEST, MOST FUN MOVIE OF ALL TIME THIS MONTH. ok but genuinely fantastic choreography. I’m da bee keeper….I must protect the hive….

18. Napeolon dynamite (1/19/2024) 🏠

Really fun and cute 😁😁 classic for a reason baby! Too bad this director didn’t seem to catch on after this film, his style is great.

19. Nacho Libre (1/20/2024) 🏠

I love this film and have a soft spot for it. Watched with all my friends, the soundtrack is really fun. Jack Black is a great physical actor.

20. The Iron Claw (1/25/2024) 🍿

Oh my god. Maybe I’ll call my sister or something later.

Bonus: TV shows I watched, not many thoughts

Buffy season 3. I got bored lol. Everyone is suicidal. Whatever.

Ten Year Old Tom. Funny!

Carol and The End Of The World: kinda confused me at times but really good really awesome everyone watch it.

Star Trek: SNW (end of season 1 + season 2) OHHHH MY GOODDDDDDDDD

Star Trek Lower Decks: EVERYONE WATCH THIS NOWWWWWW