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thesimline · 10 months

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I've been loving all the outfits Margot Robbie has been wearing during the recent Barbie movie promo tour, so I wanted to create a Barbie lookbook with a late 50s/early 60s influence.

I've previously made a couple of Barbiecore lookbooks that are more 80s/90s inspired, you can find them here and here.

OUTFIT RESOURCES

Casual: Hair | Earrings (Base Game) | Top | Pants (TSR) | Shoes

Summer: Hair & Headscarf (Growing Together) | Sunglasses | Dress | Bag | Shoes

Swim: Hair, Sunglasses, Earrings & Swimsuit | Bracelet (TSR) | Shoes

Party: Hair | Necklace (TSR) | Dress (TSR) | Gloves | Shoes

With thanks to some amazing creators: @viiavi @elfdor @rustys-cc @sentate @twentiethcenturysims @anessasims @ice-creamforbreakfast

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for-a-longlongtime · 3 months

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About shooting Triple Frontier, singing Moana songs on set, and The Hat

(disclaimer: this post includes some pap shots at the end, sorry. I'm conflicted about sharing them, even though these are really old at this point, but just given you a heads up in case you want to skip it - I've cropped them to show the hat on Oscar)

I've been meaning to make a post about this sooner, because a while ago I came across the Happy Sad Confused podcast (2019) where Oscar talks about shooting Triple Frontier - and it had some interesting things in it that weren't in the group promo for the movie. E.g. he talks about how he has videos of Pedro and Garrett singing Moana songs while holding assault rifles, "that's quite a bit of a mindfuck" (that tracks, I remember Bella talking about singing Moana songs with Pedro on the TLOU set).

About making the characters their own and bringing the story to the screen:

"There was not a ton of dialogue or backstory that you get to see about these guys. So there was an element of how do you show these people, how do you not make them anonymous? That didn't necessarily just jump out of the page. So a lot of that is trusting JC, and particularly trusting him in the edit. That's where he just, he really shines a lot - you can feel and trust that you can try a bunch of stuff. Things might not go great when you're shooting your production - the other was definitely a lot of like wrestling with ideas and things -, but in the edit, he sticks with it and he stays at it, and he is relentless."

At one point Oscar is asked about the Standard Heating Oil hat in the movie. For those of you who do not know the background story there; several years before Triple Frontier, Oscar worked with JC Chandor on a movie titled A Most Violent Year. He played Abel Morales, a Colombian born businessman who lives in Westchester, NY and owns the Standard Heating Oil company.

And we all know the hat Frankie (Morales...) wears in Triple Frontier:

Josh Horowitz from the Happy Sad Confused podcast is a real movie nerd, so he asked Oscar about it mentioning the JC Chandor Cinematic Universe. Here's what Oscar said:

"I know. That was, I gotta say, that was me, because I was like 'Can I, can I wear the Standard Hat?', and then he [JC] started thinking like 'Yeah, maybe', but then he was like 'It's too much, but Pedro can wear it'. And I was like okay, alright!"

Which brings me to my last point...

We know about those beach pics that were snapped of Oscar, Garrett, Charlie -- and then another set of them with Pedro and Tom Ben -- when they were in Hawaii to shoot Triple Frontier, right? As Oscar mentions in the interview, it seems like someone from the team [I'm assuming he means crew] ended up tipping off the paps for those photo ops.

I just randomly came across a much bigger set of those photos than I've seen before, and my heart suddenly stopped. Because...

...Oscar is wearing Frankie's hat?

Oscar is wearing FRANKIE'S STANDARD HEATING OIL HAT.

I mean.

I know it is/was Oscar's hat first, and I think it was @legendary-pink-dot who mentioned that a bunch of people on the crew had them, but as far as I can see, this was the only moment he was captured wearing it - so I love it. I'm having a moment.

If you haven't heard Oscar on Happy Sad Confused before, check out the podcast here.

tagging some folks for heads up: @sin-djarin @legendary-pink-dot @magpiepills @perotovar @romanarose @penvisions @prolix-yuy @writefightandflightclub @ezrasbirdie @astroboots @pimosworld @alltheglitterandtheroar @nerdieforpedro @wardenparker

ok my brain is asleep at this point, so consider this a tag for everybody

#triple frontier #pedro pascal #oscar isaac #garrett hedlund #charlie hunnam #Spotify

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archangeldyke-all · 5 months

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With the holidays around the corner can we get a ‘Christmas with sevika’?🥺I feel like she’d be the type to get really into decorating and making cookies and such🎄

anon idk if you've seen the arcane promo christmas art where sevika's grumpily wearing a paper crown in the background... but it's the cutest thing ever.

men and minors dni

until she meets you, sevika doesn't care about christmas.

but during your first christmas together, she has a change of heart.

she comes home from work one day to the apartment fully decorated, the smell of cookies in the oven, and the sight of you dancing around in a santa hat to chirstmas music as you string lights around the tree in the living room.

she thinks it's ridiculous, but she doesn't protest when you pull an elf cap around her ears and dangle mistletoe over your heads, kissing her hello.

she spends that first christmas slowly losing her grinch tendencies.

how could she be grumpy about the crazy holiday traffic when you're singing along to christmas carols in the passeger seat beside her? or when you're pressing a mug of hot chocolate (spiked with her favorite whiskey) in her hands? or making a new batch of cookies once a day, sending her off to work with a dozen to share with her co-workers? (she never shares btw-- your cookies are way too good for her to give 'em away.)

when the next year rolls around, sevika's actually a little excited for christmas.

she's missed the mistle toe hanging from the ceiling in your apartment. sure, she can kiss you whenever she wants, but she likes the tradition, likes pulling you under the little sprig and pointing up, watching the flustered smile that spreads across your lips when you realize what she's done.

she's missed the twinkling christmas lights, the gentle way they illuminate the dark apartment as the days get shorter and shorter.

she's especially missed your cookies.

you're surprised when she helps you decorate, but you don't say anything. you simply watch in adoration as she reaches up to place the star on top of the tree, licking your lips when her waist is exposed from her top riding up as she stretches.

she even starts buying her own decor to add to the apartment-- snowman themed blankets for the couch, those sticky clingy things for the window, a 'mrs. clause' lingerie set for you...

by the time you guys are married-- sevika's more into christmas than you are.

she goes all out decorating your front yard. lights lining your roof, blowup characters in the yard, ornaments on all your shrubs and bushes-- your house is The House of the neighborhood.

she buys three trees each year, one for the living room, one for the bedroom, one for her home office.

the only thing she doesn't do is bake cookies. she refuses to even try. claims that they won't be as good, because they 'won't have your love in 'em, babe.'

she lovessss the claymation christmas movies from back in the day. will have one playing at all times.

and in the month of december, she's always sure to carry around a sprig of mistletoe in her back pocket, so she can sneak attack you with kisses at any moment.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you

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flickrrposts · 5 months

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Black Hat is going to be Hypnotized by Heroes - Theory

Why?: It'd be cool.

Okay, seriously, this could be nothing more than fanfic potential, but in case there's some small chance that I'm right about this, here are a few points on where I'm coming from.

#1 - Tension

This show has reaffirmed time and time again, in the show, comics, livestreams, interviews, that Black Hat is:

A, Powerful,

and B, Terrifying.

I don't think I need to go through evidence of that being the case, if you're familiar with the show at all, you know this.

He's been side-lined throughout the entire show, and it would not only be cathartic to finally have him show off his powers, but it would also make him feel like a real threat in the story if he's positioned against Flug, Dem, and 505.

The tension would be raised to infinity. The show would practically feel like a horror movie because of how near-impossible it would be to defeat him.

#2 - Goldheart's Plan

According to Miss Heed at the end of s1e6, Goldheart wants to "end all villainy."

Black Hat controls all villainy.

P.E.A.C.E. has already caught on to how deep Black Hat's rabbit hole goes, via the agents creating the Podemos Bailar website. (omg, with Magician being one of the agents, then Black Hat's hat is the "rabbit hole", it's like a pun, you get it? You get that-)

Before the third Arenque Noticias video, Melissa Lead states, "If you ask my objective opinion, I'd say a controlled villain is better than a villain set loose."

As observed by @paper-gold-theories, characters with gold accessories tend to be associated with Goldheart or the Golden Rule in some way (Miss Heed, Porccini, the reporter in s1e4).

Melissa wears a golden necklace and ring, so it's very likely that her opinions either align with the Golden Rule, or Goldheart himself.

So if Goldheart's objective is to brainwash all villainy, then who better to target than the man at the top? (the man in the top-hat, haha, I'm on a roll)

#3 - Black Hat's Weaknesses

Alan has hinted that Black Hat is not invincible, and has actually described him as "lazy".

So the concept of Black Hat slipping up is not an impossibility for the show to explore.

#4 - Details

This is getting into TJLC levels of analysis, but I've noticed a couple things that could somehow be foreshadowing this:

In this poster:

Villains have a red outline, and heroes have blue:

(The fact that Flug and 505 have blue is an analysis for a whole other day)

But Black Hat has a gold-ish color on both sides:

This could be a stretch, but,,

In 2021, promo art was released for the show:

And Black Hat's monocle looks suspiciously pink.

Sure this could just be red shading that accidentally looks pink, but it isn't that hard to edit if the colors came out wrong, I did it just now:

The difference is night and day:

I don't think Black Hat has ever been associated with pink before outside of Demencia's fantasies. It would have been easy to choose any other colors too, like green, yellow, orange, or even blue.

The Black Hat being lit with pink for the first time is a coincidence in the very same promo that ALSO includes Miss Heed.

And as is obvious, ALL of the people Heed hypnotizes have glowing-pink eyes:

Even if this isn't foreshadowing to my specific fan-theory, I find a Black Hat - Heed connection extremely suspicious.

It's very well that in this scene, Flug DID perfect Heed's formula.

The heroes have the perfect hypnotizing formula. Or at least they still have some version now.

They have the means.

So TL;DR, Flug perfected Heed's hypnotizing formula, and so P.E.A.C.E./The Golden Rule/Goldheart is going to use it to control Black Hat when his guard's down.

(or somethin like that, idk)

#villainous #villanos #villainous theory #villainous theories #black hat #miss heed #goldheart

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autumnaaltonen · 11 months

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i really would like to know what would be alucard reaction to a goth reader and what would be his thoughts on their style and the music they listen to!! ❤️❤️

really love your works btw!!

Alucard x Goth! Reader

Warnings: none

Immediatly thought you were the rogue vampire he and Seras were tracking down, and had one hand on his gun.

Why else would you be wearing only black from head to toe in broad daylight?

It was 6:30pm.

Seras had to quickly explain the concept of goth fashion, and how 'walking the path of darkness' is also an aesthetic, along with a vampiric lifestyle.

Alucard is happily surprised, having only ever spent time around God-fearing humans who would mistake a Hot Topic for a satanist church.

Imagine his surprise when you turn out to be their contact for the mission, having witnessed the rogue vamp acting super sus while being a regular at your favourite nightclub.

When people started going missing week after week, last seen at the entrance to the club, you knew the wannabe Edward Cullen sleazebag had something to do with it.

You walk the two vampires into the club just before opening to show them around, Skeletal Family and The Cult already blaring through the speakers as the bar sets up for the night.

"It doesn't matter if we all die. Ambition in the back of a black car. In a high building, there is so much to do. Going home time, a story on the radio."

Yeah, Alucard digs it.

Discussing the recent victims, you've already come to the conclusion that the rogue is targeting new kids to the scene, teens and young adults who were just getting into goth culture themselves.

Basically, Alucard and Seras were targeting an undead nark gatekeeper.

Alucard admires your smarts and obervational skills, given that you recognized the target without any help from the experts, but you reassure them that they'll know the vamp when they see him.

Before the club opens, you take Seras behind the bar and force her to go through the Lost n' Found bin to suit up. While her military cosplay hugged her in all the right places, the blue and white were going to make her stick out like a sore thumb.

You reassure Alucard that he's already dressed to impress, and that no one will be any wiser that he was new at the club.

"Will my attire not attract any unwanted attention?" he asks you with a smile, as you help Seras with her makeup in the washroom.

"You will have so many bitches humping your leg, you're going to have trouble shaking them off when the vamp breaks into a run. So perhaps you could lose the hat and goggles," you suggest, squeezing Seras' chin as you force a fake septum around her nose.

As the club opens up to the street, in flows a tidle wave of black lace, sequins and leather. Alucard has never felt more at home, and Seras has never felt so uncomfortable around humans in her life.

Just as you said, it takes the two vamps less than half an hour to spot their target. Cake faced, glammed up with tacky chrome, and biting throats at the bar while patrons think he's just some kinky shmuck with some really authentic fake-fangs.

He's not even trying to be subtle.

Alucard and Seras manage to lead him to the mens bathroom, where they have fun pushing the prick around, treating him worse than the poor kids he 'napped and killed.

You stand at the door, not letting anyone in, and telling them that "staff are setting up a gore-fest theme as promo for the new Saw movie."

With how efficient the mission went, compared to the usual goose chase they go through, Alucard keeps your number in case they have another vamp lose in the city.

You already have a list of possible rogues at other goth hangouts you're familiar with, and are more than happy to help keep your community safe.

However, you find Alucard contacting you more so out of boredom than for work, not that you mind in the slightest.

He shows you the real nitty-gritty of the dark side, how shadows and death bend to his every whim without question, given he is the rightful King of the undead.

Alucard finds your style practical and unique, but thinks you can do better than nightclubs and festivals. It doesn't take long for him to take you under his wing as a Hellsing human associate, acting as a bridge between vampires and the living to communicate on undead disturbances.

You become his right hand, not a secretary, but his human voice and confidante. And no one dares ever question your clothes or makeup whenever you walk into a room, because they know the shadows that follow you aren't just for show anymore.

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #alucard #hellsing alucard #alucard x reading #hellsing alucard x reader

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dreamingonclds · 8 months

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Every Thing Happens For A Reason | LN4

Summary: Sometimes the people that love us hurt us the most but, you can't seem to stay away. After an immense break up, you've become the most passionate in your career. Going from casting to casting, concert to concert, audition to audition, you become one of the most famous artists of your generation. You were done picking up the broken pieces of your heart when somebody comes into your life and you place your heart in someone else's hands again.

Word Count: 868

Pairing: Lando Norris x female! reader ft. Carlos Sainz

Warnings: none

Chapter 3

Previous Chapter

Once you landed in Monaco, you expected nobody to be waiting for you. I mean, obviously maybe a handful of fans that were just coincidentally there. But Monaco had a surprise in store, there were hundreds of fans along with news, media, and paparazzi all packed together in the little airport. You could see and hear them as you and Jen walked towards the frosted double doors. You weren’t even sure if they were there for you. I mean, it was race week after all. You had no idea how people found out you were going to even be attending the Grand Prix.

“Jen, did you or the publicist alert the media or something?” you questioned her

“No, I’m just as shocked as you. As far as I know there isn’t any promo involved, it was just a simple invitation to watch the race” she says

You always get nervous in big crowds, I mean who wouldn’t. But, it’s a different feeling when they’re there for you. You had also never been to Monaco before, you didn’t know what the Monagasque had in store for you.

As the doors drew open the screams and yells from the people flooded your ears. You and Jen stood frozen in shock trying to take it all in. All you could do was smile and wave at the people as they welcomed you in French. You even heard small bits of Spanish and English making your welcome all the more delightful. However, you were quickly surrounded by security as they took yours and Jens bags trying to escort you both to your car.

As you walked towards the fans you took notice of all the posters and signs, your home flags, and gifts they had prepared for you. You grabbed at your heart feeling the love and support. You knew you couldn’t ignore the people so you grabbed at the bodyguard's arm and whispered in his ear.

“Can we please say hi to them, please” you pleaded with him

He gave you a warm smile and extended his arm for you to approach your fans

“Of course Miss Y/L/N” he said happily

You approached the barriers and started signing whatever people handed to you, from your own albums, movie posters, and even F1 team hats. You took pictures with fans and reciprocated any words of support and love they had for you. You walked slowly down the line of people trying to get to every single person who was there for you. Jen and the bodyguards walked right beside you taking any gifts the fans had for you. Soon enough you made it through your fans and to the barriers where the news and media outlets were standing with their cameras and microphones pointed.

“Y/N! Who’s your favorite team?”, you heard multiple people yell at you

“Forza Ferrari!” you answered back

You instantly heard the crowd cheer at you and all you could do was smile back.

“Who's your favorite driver on the grid?” another one asked

“On the grid? I love all of them, it’s too hard to choose!” you said

You heard the groans and laughs of disappointment, I mean it was true you didn’t have a current favorite.

“But in general, I love Vettel!” you say proudly

You're nearing the end of the media people when you hear one last question.

“Y/N! Which driver do you find the most attractive? Which one do you have plans of having fun with this weekend?” they yell

All you could do is laugh and shrug your shoulders at them, not having an answer. Once you reach the exit doors of the terminal you turn around one last time facing the fans and media.

“Merci beaucoup!” you yell as you wave your hands goodbye

Once inside the car, you and Jen just stare at each other. Not having words for what you just experienced.

“That was fucking crazy” Jen says

You nod at her and feel your heart as it’s beating super hard, adrenaline always pumps through your veins when you're with your fans.

You lean back and lay your head on the headrest, sinking into the car seat. Taking a deep breath you think about how lucky you are, revisiting past memories all the way to the hotel.

Once you and Jen are at the hotel all you do is order room service and go over the plans for tomorrow. You two got there quite late in the afternoon so you decide to sleep early in preparation for tomorrow. Although, you can’t seem to calm down; you’re still buzzing with love and excitement. Jen makes you get into bed despite your refusal and you reluctantly comply. You bid each other goodnight and you watch her walk out of your room to hers.

Right before you close your eyes you decide to do one last thing, you turn to the nightstand and grab your phone.

“Thanks for the very warm welcome Monaco!<3 I already can’t wait for the weekend, see you soon. Feeling so grateful for your love and support!<3”

You hit post and close your eyes, smiling at the thought of the upcoming days.

#scenarios #fanfic #fan fiction #imagines #lando norris #Lando Norris #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #carlos sainz #Carlos Sainz #formula 1 #f1 #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc

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daredevilexchange · 3 months

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The schedule: Signups & submissions open until March 17 Claims: right after. Posting: depending on the number of teams, starting mid-May.

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Fanart of Danny Rand, Frank Castle, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones and Matt Murdock from the Netflix Marvel TV shows. All five characters are standing behind a table. Danny is wearing a green shirt, smiling gently with his eyes closed. He is holding voodoo dolls of Stick and Alexandra. There are pins in the dolls' hearts. Frank is wearing his Punisher skull t-shirt but the skull has hearts for eyes. Frank is ripping the head off a Fisk voodoo doll and smirking. There is a doll of Bullseye on the table in front of him. Both dolls have pins stuck in them all over. Luke wearing a black and yellow hoody over a black t-shirt and a yellow beanie hat. He is looking with concern at Frank and holding voodoo dolls of Elektra Natchios and Malcolm Ducasse. Jessica is wearing a black jacket over a purple top. She is frowning and sticking a pin into a voodoo doll of Misty Knight and has a doll of Trisha Walker in her jacket pocket. Matt is wearing a red shirt and red sunglasses. He looks worried and is cuddling voodoo dolls of Karen Page and Foggy Nelson. There are doll hearts and pins on the table in front of him. The table is black and the background is pink.

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irlbop · 9 months

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I’ve ranted this ironically everywhere except on my own page but

It ticks me off that Disney didn’t have, like, movie promo items accompanying The Haunted Mansion while all these other movies are just plain spoiling us with fantastic merch.

I know The Mouse has the money to give us something, but it personally feels like they just didn’t really try a whole lot when it came to marketing this movie.

Just!!!

Popcorn containers in the shape of Madam Leota’s crystal ball, or the Hat Box if they didn’t want to get too occulty

A special flavor of ICEE like a mixed berry kind that comes out a paler blue than blue raspberry, so it’s like the ghosts. Comes in a cup that you could frankly just slap the image of the mansion on or something. Or hell, make the cup resemble Hatbox’s top hat!

Drink umbrellas, larger than the normal ones because they’re decorated like the types of parasols you might see at a second line

Pins: One in the shape of a top hat that says “Happy Hauntings”, or a trio set that looks like the Hitchhiking Ghosts (you can buy separately or all three)

Collectible, like, I guess almost post-card like cards with the tarot-themed poster designs on them with the meanings of what they symbolize on the back

It’s not merch, but maybe an area with cut outs of Ezra, Phineas, and Gus that people can take pics with, like how people took pics in the Barbie box. (Yeah, they’re only in the movie for a second, but it’s still a nice gesture I think people would enjoy.)

S o m e t h i n g

And these are just off the top of my head! I’ll admit that some of this frustration comes from the fact that I love to collect movie merch that some theaters will sell, but seriously: Haunted Mansion movie merch has so much potential! It constantly feels like Disney is practically served opportunities and obvious choices on silver platters, only to completely disregard them!

#the haunted mansion 2023 #the haunted mansion #haunted mansion 2023 #haunted mansion #disney’s haunted mansion

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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Heyy I am so happy that your requests are open! Your work is genuinely amazing. I wanted to request an elizabeth olsen x reader where the reader is super famous and gets attacked by the paparazzi. Lizzie hears about it and is pissed off and super protective. Thank you!

Paparazzi

Elizabeth Olsen x GN!Reader

Summary: The paparazzi attack you, and your girlfriend gets protective.

Warnings: Reader has a panic attack (not in specific detail but still there), otherwise fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I am so happy that you like my writing! Please guys, keep the requests coming. Love to receive them, love you guys.

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You didn’t mind being famous. Honestly, you were happy that your films were well known, because you probably wouldn’t have met your wonderful girlfriend if they hadn’t blown up. For a lot of celebrities, relationships are fast and plentiful. That’s how it was for you until you met the amazing Elizabeth Olsen. Now, the two of you had been in a relationship for the past two years, and you couldn’t be happier.

Your most recent movie, ‘Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery’, Took you all over the world on press tours, which meant you were away from home for quite some time. Finally, as the promos came to an end, you were ready to head home and see your girlfriend for the first time in months.

You had flown home, trying to be as incognito as possible on the plane so that no one would be aware of where you were landing. Your bodyguard, Leo, escorted you the whole way. Both of you were dressed in sunglasses and baseball caps, and he was wearing a tight muscle shirt and cargo shorts. The two of you make small talk as you wait for your luggage, and you continue to chat as you walk towards the airport exit.

Leo pauses for a second in front of the restrooms before saying, “Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom. Will you be okay out here for a second?” You nod and he gives you a grateful smile before speed-walking through the entryway. You lean against the wall, watching people go past.

One man catches your eye from where he is sitting. To any other person, he would look like a normal man sitting and reading the newspaper. To you and your celebrity trained eye, you can clearly see that he is a paparazzo.

You pull the hat on your head lower, hoping to hide your face, even if it is in vain. He gets up and comes closer to you before pausing, looking around, and then sprinting. Before you can even move, you are surrounded by paparazzi yelling at you and shoving cameras in your face.

“Y/N! Look over here!”

“Y/N! What was it like working with greats such as Daniel Craig and Kathryn Haghn?”

“Y/N! How is Elizabeth?”

You try to stammer out a response but the surprise of the sudden attack makes your anxiety run wild. Your throat feels like it’s closing up, and you can barely breath, let alone complete a sentence. Everything goes blurry and the yelling voices seem to get further and further away. Suddenly, a big shape that you slightly recognize as Leo comes into view and begins to yell at the paparazzi.

He shoos them off with the help of approaching airport security, and as they deal with the situation, he comes over to help you. You realize that you have slid to the ground, and tears are leaking out of your eyes.

Leo wraps one of your arms around his broad shoulders, and he hoists you off of the floor. You try to control your breathing as he helps you hobble to the waiting car outside. He helps you into the back seat and tells the driver where to go before turning to you and putting his large hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N. Look at me, breathe. Come on. Follow my lead. In, out. In, out. In, out.” You do as he says, and soon your vision begins to clear up and you feel as if you can breathe again. You wipe away the tears on your cheeks before pulling Leo into a hug. For once you were happy that you had insisted that your bodyguards had to be trained in dealing with various mental illnesses, as they affected both you and your girlfriend.

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As soon as you walk in the door, a figure slams into your body. You let out a shocked laugh, wrapping your arms around your girlfriend. She pulls back and looks into your eyes, smiling, but her smile quickly melts off of her face as soon as she sees the tear tracks on your cheeks.

She cups your face tenderly, inquiring, “What happened, baby?” You shake your head and try to turn away, but she forces you to make eye contact. You shrug it off as if it was nothing, mumbling, “It was nothing, babe. Just a run in with the paparazzi. Had a tiny panic attack. Leo helped me out.” You try to say the last part quietly so that she doesn’t hear you, but she catches it.

She immediately gets a stormy look on her face, and she brings her arms down so that her hands are clenched by her sides. “Call Leo up here. I want names. The fucking paparazzi has gone to fucking far.” You quickly put your hands on her arms and rub up and down so that she might calm down.

“Baby, please. It’s all done now. I just want to relax with my girlfriend who I haven’t seen in months. Please just come sit down and cuddle with me,” you say to her in a pleading voice. She holds her angry facade for a second before sighing and giving in.

The two of you walk into the living room and sit down on the couch, Elizabeth curling up in your arms as you turn on Ted Lasso. After a couple of episodes, you hear a light snoring. You look down at the beautiful woman in your arms and realize that she has fallen asleep. You turn off the TV as quietly as you can and carefully lift her up so that you can carry her to your guys’ bed.

After she is tucked in, you climb in right next to her and snuggle up as close as you can. You love your girlfriend so much, and you are always glad when you are reminded of how much she loves you. Even if it’s under unfortunate circumstances. You feel her tuck her head underneath your chin, and you close your eyes with a smile on your face.

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"Which New York baseball team do the Mario Bros support," the greatest thread in the history of forums, locked by a moderator after 12,239 pages of heated debate,

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Being native to Brooklyn, would Mario and Luigi be Yankees fans or Mets fans?

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running-with-scizors: The canon answer is that in their universe, the Dodgers never left Brooklyn, so they're still Dodgers fans. In the Super Mario Bros. Super Show with Lou Albano, Brooklyn Dodgers manager Tommy Lasagna visited their plumbers shop. Mario thought it would be for an invitation to try out for the Dodgers but it was actually for advice on opening an Italian restaurant.

evansbott: In the movie though, Bob Hoskins laments that the Dodgers left. Oh, are we not counting that as cannon? /s

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HYPERNATURL: Luigi is a diehard Mets fan, Mario still reps the Brooklyn Dodgers

NakedGoose: He def would wear a Brooklyn dodgers hat if he took a break from wearing his Mario hat

pwnd32: Sorry, but that big M on his hat can only represent one team. Yep, that’s right. The Miami Marlins.

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thescottreid: Mario Yankees and Luigi Mets, obviously. Toad would wear a Brooklyn Dodger hat everywhere he goes. Bowser would wear retro New York Giants gear that people would say is the Mets, so he would cook them. Peach roots for the Orioles, though she doesn’t have much time to watch much baseball. But her dad used to do business in Maryland when she was little and sometimes he’d take her to O’s games, which is a nice memory for her.

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oneforceone: There's literally a Yankees hat Mario can wear in Super Mario Oddyssey (the link leads to an image of a movie promo picture of Luigi, saying "You just got Luigi'd!")

danielgullet: Share your location we're gonna fight

oneforceone: 41.90628728241241, 12.480591742964469 (the link leads to another image of a movie promo picture of Luigi, saying "You just got Luigi'd!" The coordinates lead to Rome.)

danielgullet: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

#sorry for being a jock but this is one of my fav reddit threads of all time #super mario bros #mario bros #mario #mario movie #baseball

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afterdarkprincess · 8 months

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tangled up with you all night (burning it down)

I'm back!! With fic!!!

I was inspired with prompts from @elementaldoughnut12 to write some filthy age difference Ambrolleigns goodness and this is it :)

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This fic is Explicit and Contains: Daddy Kink, Feminization, Pet names, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Overstimulation, Unrealistic Sex, Threesomes

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tangled up with you all night (burning it down)

Seth isn’t sure how he ended up in this predicament, but he’s sure as hell not questioning it now.

He’d finished taping a backstage promo with his Shield brothers, each of them tripping over their words as they threaten the entire roster with their chaotic brand of justice. Dean and Roman peeled off pretty quickly to the locker room to get changed, both of them complaining loudly about being hungry and getting some food, but Seth stayed back a bit with the wardrobe department to double check on the measurements of his new pants.

As he finished his conversation, suddenly uncomfortably aware of how much his ass has grown in the last few months, he’s stopped by a PA he hasn’t seen before.

“Hey Seth, your partners wanted me to pass a message along- just that they went ahead and booked a hotel for you guys for the night and they’ll meet you there?” The woman smiled, handing him a note with an address, written in Dean’s familiar scrawl.

Odd, he thought. No reason why they couldn’t have texted him the hotel details, but Dean and Roman could be weirdos sometimes. They’ve been traveling together for just over 6 months, but Seth’s still getting used to being able to rely on them after being on his own for so long.

He gathered his gear from the locker room and headed out, putting the address in for the hotel into his rental’s GPS. It wasn’t far from the arena, and when he arrived things seemed a little off immediately.

This was a really nice hotel, like 5 stars, costs more money than any of them could afford nice. He put the car in park, looking at the note he’d discarded on the passenger seat to make sure he’d put the address in right, when he was startled by a knock on the car window.

Seth half expected to get told off for being here, some kid from nowhere, Iowa had no business being in a place like this, but he rolled down the window to a friendly valet.

“Mr. Rollins? We’ve been expecting you- Mr. Reigns instructed us to park your vehicle for you, you should be able to pick up your room key inside.”

Hearing himself addressed as ‘Mr. Rollins’ was weird enough, but he started to think he’s entered the twilight zone.

He grabbed his bags and handed the car key to the valet, the way he’d seen before in movies, before heading inside to what was arguably the most beautiful hotel lobby he’s ever seen.

As much as the WWE lifestyle seemed glamorous on the outside, most of the time the three of them shared 2 bed rooms at roadside motels, switching off who got the floor. Never had the three of them stayed anywhere this nice, with brilliant crystal chandeliers glittering in the ceiling.

Seth feels underdressed in his tight gym shorts and cut off t shirt, and he debated taking off his baseball hat as he approached the desk.

Again, he doesn’t even have to say a word before he’s addressed. “Ah Mr. Rollins, Welcome to the Aurelia! I have your key card here, you’ll be staying in one of our finest suites. This is Stephan, he’ll escort you to your room and can help with any bags.”

The beautiful woman behind the desk hands him a matte gold envelope containing a key card and he turns his head to find the bellhop standing uncomfortably close behind him.

“Oh I’m sure that’s not necessary, you can just point me where I need to go.” Seth already feels like a fish out of water, no need to subject this guy to his mouth gaping.

“If you’re sure sir, it’s Room 1550, take the elevator there and your room will be straight ahead” The bellhop backs off after gesturing to the large golden doors of the elevator, and Seth relaxed somewhat.

He took the elevator as directed, noticing that he’s been directed to the top floor of this crazy expensive hotel, and at that point his brain was on overdrive. Surely this is an elaborate prank Dean and Roman are playing on him and it’s about to blow up in his face.

The elevator chimed delicately signaling his stop, and he exited to find a small hallway with just 3 doors with intricate numbers reading 1525, 1550, and 1575.

Seth crossed the hallway in a few steps and cautiously held the key up to the door, almost certain it wouldn’t work for some reason, but the light turns green and the door opens.

“Dean? Roman?” He called, “What’s goin’ on? If this is a prank I’m gonna be so fucking pissed at you guys!”

Seth dropped his bag near the door, staring at the wide expanse of the suite, clearly a little too distracted because he’s pushed into the wall with zero warning.

“Been a long time since you called me by that name, sweetheart.” It’s a deep growl, both foreign and familiar at the same time.

He’s pinned, staring into the face of a bearded man, who can’t be-

“Dean?!”

“It’s Moxley now, dollface.”

Dean- or Moxley, he supposes, is shirtless with jeans so tight on his thighs they look painted on, and his senses are invaded by the intoxicating smell of him. Like sweat and musk with the faintest hint of tobacco and cigarette smoke.

“What- what’s going on? Where’s Roman?” Seth asks, trying to ignore the way his dick is twitching in his pants. This is no time to get horny.

Moxley rolls his eyes, dropping his arms and giving Seth the tiniest bit of breathing room. “Oy Tribal Chief?” He calls over his shoulder.

The large suite is partitioned, likely to give privacy to the bedroom, and that’s where he sees Roman appear.

Immediately Seth is struck by the differences. Unlike Moxley, who looks so radically different from the Dean Ambrose that Seth knows, Roman looks mostly the same other than his full beard. But the way this Roman carries himself is completely different.

Roman Reigns is a big dude, a huge Samoan piece of meat that shows up in Seth’s wet dreams more often than not, but he’s always been a little awkward, hunching his shoulders to try to be inconspicuous when he’s not in the ring.

But there’s no trace of that now, the Roman that walks in the room does so as if he owns the place, chest bare and dripping wet with a towel hung low on his hips.

Seth feels his mouth go dry at the sight, and his pants are feeling even tighter than they were before.

Roman crosses the room, slow and unhurried. He addresses Moxley first, “You’re not being mean to him, are you?”

“Course not,” Moxley snorts.

Roman’s big brown eyes turn on Seth, his face breaking into a heart stopping grin.

“Good,” Seth feels his knees get weak at the attention. “Don’t wanna scare you off now, do we?”

“Ro- I don’t know what’s going on here, how did you get this room?” Seth stutters out, but Roman brings one of his big hands to his face and rubs his thumb against his cheek.

“Now, now, Seth. Don’t think about it too hard, baby. See, me and Mox here just wanna make you feel good tonight.” Roman’s other hand wanders up to remove the baseball hat from Seth’s head and gently tug on his hair tie, freeing his hair from the bun it’s been in. “Look so pretty, sweet thing. Let me see you.”

Seth feels his cheeks get warm and flushed at the praise. Having Roman’s full attention on him like this is heady and overwhelming. He drops his gaze, avoiding Roman’s eyes.

“I dunno, Ro- I don’t understand…” it sounds like weak protest even to his own ears, and Roman’s not having it.

“What’s not to understand?” Seth’s chin is gently lifted and held to meet Roman’s gaze again. “Look if you wanna leave, we’re not gonna stop you. But we’ve been wanting to get our hands on you for a long time, baby. Let us take care of you.”

One of Moxley’s rough hands drags along the side of Seth’s torso, sending shocks to his system when he touches the bare skin peeking out of the cut arm holes.

“What he said,” Mox growls low, and all the reasons why this is a bad idea suddenly vanish from Seth’s mind.

He’s far too aware of how skimpy his gym clothes are, how much skin he’s left bare for them to feast on with their eyes. He can’t say he’s never thought about it, giving himself over to his teammates, his brothers in arms. They’re both incredibly attractive men.

And something about these older, more mature versions of them is completely clouding his judgement. By the beards and the salt and pepper in both their hairlines, Moxley and Roman look at least 10 to 15 years older than he last saw them.

He feels himself nodding, blush spreading on his face. “O-Okay,”

Roman practically beams at him, leaning in close to his face.

“Want you to say it, baby. Tell us what you want.”

The shame and embarrassment burn hot in his gut but it’s fueling his rapidly growing erection.

Seth whispers, “Wantyoutotakecareofme.”

Moxley barks a laugh. “Try that again for me.”

He swallows, slow and thick, trying not to think about the throbbing ache of his dick in his shorts.

“Want you two to take care of me, please?”

Seth looks up at Roman through his thick eyelashes, and the grin on the Samoan’s face reminds him of a shark.

“Good boy,” He casts a look in Mox’s direction. “You want him first?”

Moxley laughs again, licking his lips. “Yes, sir. Been wanting a piece of this ass since he walked in.”

The hand that had been lingering on Seth’s waist wanders down to the swell of his ass and squeezes, causing Seth to squeak in surprise.

Moxley sweeps him up into an easy bridal carry, and Seth feels tiny wrapping his arms around the man’s neck and tucking his face into his bare chest, pressing his nose into the soft chest hair.

Seth is carried into the bedroom, which contains the largest bed he’s ever seen, before he’s tossed onto the sheets, landing softly on his back before Moxley’s hands are on him again.

“These lil shorts are cute baby, but I think I’d like ‘em better on the floor.”

It’s all the warning he gets before Mox yanks his shorts down and off in one fell swoop. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so his now hard dick bounces in the air, leaking precum from the tip.

Seth’s torn between the desire to hide from the other man’s gaze and splaying his legs out, but the choice is taken from him when Mox takes his thighs into his rough hands and forcefully pulls him back to the edge of the bed.

Mox whistles lowly, “Such a pretty little dick, this all for me?” He spits into his hand and wraps it around the length of Seth’s dick, coating it in the mixture of his saliva and the precum that’s drooled all over the blushing pink head.

Seth’s vision whites out, whining at the feeling of Moxley’s rough hands wringing pleasure out of him.

He feels the mattress shift above him, and suddenly Roman is there behind him, nestling Seth’s head in his lap and letting his thick thighs cradle Seth on either side.

Seth cranes his neck, half expecting to be greeted with the sight of Roman’s cock, but the Samoan has tight briefs on, only barely obscuring the thick length of him from view. Seth can’t help but feel a little disappointed, but he’s quickly distracted by the warmth of a tongue licking at the head of his dick.

“Eyes down here, babydoll. S’still my turn.” Mox fixes him with a stern look, and shoots a glare up at Roman.

The interruption gives Seth a chance to take in the view that is Moxley’s chest, hairy and littered with scars. It’s such a departure from Dean’s chest, that he’d seen only a few hours ago, for the most part hairless and smooth. This man has been through some things, pretty bad things if Seth had to guess, and it gave him a dangerous edge. But the effect sent heat running to the pool of arousal in his groin.

Which was greeted by Mox suddenly taking the whole length of Seth’s dick in his mouth, sucking and hollowing out his cheeks like he’s trying to extract Seth’s soul via his cock.

Seth cries, the feeling overwhelming him and causing him to twitch and shake, then Roman’s hands are on his chest, pushing up his t shirt and rubbing his big thumbs against Seth’s nipples, using the rest of his hands to cup at his pecs, holding them like tits.

Roman’s smooth voice washes over him, “You’re doing so good for us, sweetheart. Takin’ Moxley’s abuse, makin’ those pretty noises.” One hand remains on his chest as the other moves back up to pet at his hair, gently raking through the strands with his fingers. The motion and the praise grounds him and it’s easier to still his hips against the sensations in his dick. Then Roman leans in close, whispering into his ear, “Tell Mox how much you like him suckin’ your dick.”

Seth whines, the sound high in his throat, as Mox takes him deep into his throat again, and Roman tuts, pinching one of his nipples.

“Now what did we talk about earlier, princess. Use your words.”

He can barely think, but the words tumble out. “Love it, love how it feels, f-fuck, please.” Seth’s breath comes out in stuttered gasps.

Suddenly all that warm heat is gone, and he’s whining again.

Moxley laughs darkly, leaning down into Seth’s face and capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss, Mox’s teeth latching onto his bottom lip.

Roman’s fingers curl in his hair and suddenly his head is being yanked to one side, exposing the long line of his throat to Moxley, who doesn’t hesitate in licking and biting roughly at the sensitive skin.

Two fingers find his mouth, pushing in as Seth hears the command.

“Suck, get ’em wet, baby.”

His bottom lip drops open and he laps at the fingers, swirling his tongue around and getting them nice and slick as Mox continues his assault.

Roman laughs, “So good, good job, princess.”

The praise goes straight to his neglected cock, Seth thinks he might die if he doesn’t get to cum soon.

Moxley finally lets up on his neck, giving one last lick to the spectacular bruise he’s left before he’s out of Seth’s view again, obstructed by the thick curtain of Roman’s hair as he leans in to take his turn exploring Seth’s lips and mouth.

It’s awkward, kissing Roman spiderman style, but then there’s wet pressure at his hole and he’s gasping into the kiss, which Roman takes advantage of to get his tongue in deeper.

Seth is hit with twin sensations of Mox’s tongue deep in his ass and Roman’s in his mouth. He feels like he’s lost, adrift in a sea of pleasure without any means of escape.

The tongue in his ass drags in and out before swirling around his rim in a filthy mirror image of Roman’s exploration of his mouth.

They both let up finally, but he’s given only the briefest moment to catch his breath before Mox’s spit-slick fingers are pushing into his hole.

“Check out this pussy, Ro,” Seth watches as Mox spits onto his hole as he fucks his fingers in and out, stretching him. “Sucking me in, I’d almost think our baby girl’s a virgin.”

Seth whimpers as his neglected cock twitches and drools.

Roman tugs on his hair again, putting his lips to Seth’s ears, “That’s right, princess. Hear how much he loves your pussy?”

Seth’s breath hitches, stuttering. “D-d-ahhhhh, please!”

“What was that, babydoll?” Mox’s fingers press against his prostate hard, and Seth sees stars.

“Daddy,” he moans brokenly, tears welling up in his eyes and threatening to spill over. “Daddy please, n-need.”

“Tell Daddy what you need, baby, go on,” Roman kisses his forehead, and the contrast between the soft feel of the Samoan’s lips and the rough treatment of his hole has him teetering on the edge again.

“Please please Daddy, gonna cum, need it, fuck, please,” It comes out in a rush, but what follows is not the release he was seeking.

Instead, Dean circles his free hand around the base of Seth’s cock, squeezing tightly with his thumb and forefinger, denying Seth his release with a sharp grin.

“Not yet, princess, you’ll come on Daddy’s cock or not at all.”

Tears flowed down Seth’s cheeks now, wetting the sheets.

Mox spits on his hole again and adds a third finger, increasing the burn and stretch in his muscles. Seth thinks he might die from the delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

Roman’s thumbs wipe at the tear tracks on his face.

When finally Seth barely feels like he can take it anymore, Mox removes his fingers from his hole, which is both better and worse.

He’s manhandled by both men onto his stomach, and commanded to his hands and knees, his hips sinking back instinctively to show off his ass. “Whaddid I tell ya, Roman- he’s a natural.”

Roman laughs at the comment, remaining in his position at Seth’s head, though now up on his knees, while Mox lines up behind him.

Seth’s at a perfect eye level to Roman’s thick cock, bulging dangerously in his briefs, and Seth’s mouth waters. There are few things Seth Rollins enjoys on this earth more than sucking cock, though even he might be presented with a challenge here, but it’s one he’ll gladly accept.

He looks up at Roman, fluttering his lashes and pouting. “Daddy?”

Roman’s fingers find his hair again, tucking the loose strands behind his ear.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I- please can I suck you?”

“Suck my what, princess?”

Seth swallows thickly. “Your cock, daddy. Wanna suck your cock.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” His free hand grips the waistband of his underwear, dragging the fabric down until his dick springs free directly in front of Seth’s mouth.

Traveling together doesn’t often afford a lot of privacy, so Seth’s seen Roman’s dick before in locker rooms and communal showers. It’s intimidating even when soft, but thats nothing compared to the sight that is his thick hard beautiful cock.

It’s long, easily 8 inches and girthy, the same beautiful color as the rest of Roman’s body with a fat mushroom head. Seth opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out to lap at the head, as Roman’s fingers twist in his curls and drags him forward to take his cock into his mouth.

Roman’s dick is heavy on his tongue, and his jaw aches already at the stretch, but he sucks obediently, letting his saliva pool in his mouth and drool out and down the rest of the length.

Without any warning, there’s blunt pressure at his hole, pressing in and spearing him open.

He moans, sending vibrations through Roman’s cock and he’s lost, no more thoughts in his head except to be an open and wet hole for both of his daddies to fuck.

The pace they set is rough and intense, plowing into him at both ends. His dick smacks his stomach with the force of their thrusts, still painfully hard and ready to burst.

Tears roll down his cheeks freely as Roman fucks his face, and Moxley gives his ass several hard smacks. It’s the most filthy thing Seth’s ever done in his life and it’s intense and hot and perfect.

He moans loudly, gagging as the head of Roman’s dick enters his throat. The heat in his belly is fire hot, coiled like a spring and ready to burst.

“I think he’s earned his reward, don’t you?” Roman asks,

“‘Suppose,” Moxley spits. “Cum, babydoll.”

“Cum for Daddy, baby.”

The fire in him overflows, and Seth’s vision whites out as he finally releases, cum spurting out of him each time the head of Moxley’s cock brushes his prostate.

When his brain comes back online a few moments later, it’s to the sensation of Roman burying his cock deep in Seth’s throat, his nose brushing into the dark curls of the Samoan’s pubic hair. He feels Roman’s cock twitching, feeding his cum directly into his throat.

One of Roman’s hands wraps around his neck, squeezing slightly to feel his cock there. It sends a jolt to his spent cock, adding to the overstimulation that’s increasingly painful as Moxley continues to abuse his prostate, hitting it on each and every punishing thrust.

Roman finally pulls out of his mouth, and Seth’s gasps for air turn into breathy cries.

“Come on, take it baby, just a little longer for me.” Mox growls, thrusts increasing in pace as he absolutely destroys Seth’s ass.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” The words are punched out of his mouth with each thrust, he licks his lips and tastes the salt from his tears, it’s so much.

“Who’s pussy is this, baby?” Mox thrusts in hard, grinding his hips, and Seth feels cum paint his inner walls.

“Yours!! Yours, Daddy!!”

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Seth bolts upright in bed, panting hard and feeling a wet spot in his boxers. He looks down to see the stain blooming, evidence of his shameful wet dream.

It had seemed so real, confusing as hell, but definitely hot and filed away for the lonely nights on the road.

“Whassamatter?” He hears a gravelly voice from his left and sees the shaggy hair of Dean Ambrose looking up at him.

“Ah- just a dream, babe. I’ll be right back.” Seth’s happy for the cover of darkness so his boyfriend can’t see the blush rising in his cheek.

“You better be,” The low rumble comes from his right, as his other boyfriend Roman slings his big arm over the space where he’d been sleeping between them.

Maybe he’d tell them in the morning, about the dirty fantasies his mind had created from them. Maybe they’d even help make them real.

#ambrolleigns #dean ambrose #jon moxley #seth rollins #roman reigns #the shield

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mygreatadventurehasbegun · 6 months

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A couple new observations from my annual viewing of Wait Until Dark...

~Near the end of the film, when Susy tries to bluff her way out of the apartment, she tells Mike that she would have remembered about the doll if "that awful Sgt. Carlino" hadn't been hounding her...and Carlino looks so offended. First of all, dude, how did you expect her to feel about you? Secondly, it's an interesting layer to his character...as he used to be a cop, and at some point, left the force in disgrace (one can assume)...and that reaction shows that, at some point, he really did want to be a good police officer and help people...but he ended up as a con artist instead.

~When Susy calls the "6th precinct" to speak to Roat, Jr., Mike taps on the van window to tell Roat about the call...and when Roat exits the van, he looks so annoyed. You can tell he's getting frustrated with Susy and this entire charade, and he just wants his damn heroin. But all he shows on the outside is a quick gritting of his teeth.

~When Roat shows up as Roat Jr. for the first time (in that terrible wig), I noticed that he wasn't wearing both of his gloves, which I found odd...especially since he's so careful about fingerprints. Granted, he's holding a hat the entire time, but you never know. Then I noticed that he's wearing a wedding ring. But for who? Susy can't see it, and Mike and Carlino know it's all a ruse. Yes, he uses the costumes to make sure that his true face isn't seen by anyone outside the apartment (or Gloria), but the wedding band is such a small detail. It really shows how Roat is so dedicated to playing these characters. A true theatre kid..."if I'm playing a married man, I need a wedding ring." And I double-checked, he's not wearing one at any other point in the movie (though you do see him wearing one in a couple promo shots).

~And probably the biggest thing I noticed...after Susy has doused Roat with gasoline and starts lighting those matches, I saw that Roat was still holding that scarf...and I thought "wow, he's committed to that being his murder weapon, he didn't let it go after all that." But then I re-watched the scene and realized that when she strikes that first match, he is holding it in both hands like he was reaching out to strangle her with it. I never noticed that before! I think I always saw the fire from the match first and then Roat falling backwards. But he was actually trying to find her in the pitch dark to just end it all then and there!

Also, I love Roat/Alan Arkin's accent. The way he says "photographer" always makes me smile. I almost think he leaned into his accent more than he normally would have in other roles.

#wait until dark

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