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My Top Posts in 2021
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Exclusive: 'John Wick' 4 Adding 'It' Star Bill Skarsgård to Action-Packed Sequel
BY JEFF SNEIDER
Bill Skarsgård is ready for some action, as the It star is in talks to join Keanu Reeves in Lionsgate's John Wick 4, Collider has exclusively learned.
Chad Stahelski is returning to direct the high-octane sequel, which has also added Donnie Yen (Rogue One: A Star Wars Story), Shamier Anderson (Stowaway) and Japanese-British popstar Rina Sawayama.
New character details have been hard to come by for this project -- they must be inside one of those hotel room safes at the Continental -- so while we don't have any idea as to what Skarsgård's role will be, we do know that Yen will be playing one of John Wick's old friends who shares many of the same enemies as the Baba Yaga. Could Skarsgård be one of them? Only time will tell...
Via Collider
117 notes • Posted 2021-06-08 18:28:31 GMT
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New/Old Bill Skarsgård photographed by Sarah Dunn
Via Sarah Dunn (Studiobaby) on Instagram
126 notes • Posted 2021-10-20 13:46:43 GMT
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Bill Skarsgård be like:
130 notes • Posted 2021-06-28 18:37:32 GMT
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New / old (?) pic of Bill Skarsgård by Sarah Dunn
Via her instagram page studiobaby
138 notes • Posted 2021-05-06 19:39:56 GMT
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Bill on set of N. Singularity
Via John Boyega on Instagram
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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄.
Species: Lycan
Affiliation: The Liberation; Paternal Figure
Age: 200+
Suggested FCs: Taika Waititi, Famke Jenssen, Alexander Skarsgard, Viola Davis, Matthew Daddario
You’ve always been the one people have turned to for strength; your fortitude is an asset that has allowed so many of the ones around your to seek you out for comfort. You are unyielding, but kind. Your desire to protect and watch over the young, the sick, and the helpless have helped nurture a heart of gold deep in your chest. You understand that the time for justice is close – but you cannot help but worry of the destruction that will come as a result of the fallout. This pack is your family, your home – and you want to be the positive guiding force that they need to survive. Some call you soft. Others call you foolish. You don’t pay much mind to any of them. Your duties and responsibilities as an older member of the Liberation means you can’t be bothered by outside voices.
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.
𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐂. You can understand their pain; you feel it like your own – but then again, you’ve always had a bad habit of empathizing too deeply, too intimately with others. You try to reach out and provide a gentle hand when they need it, but they continue to turn their back on you like they do everyone else. You feel tender and you wish to protect them, to shield them. It’s a process and though you hardly make process, it’s something you have committed to nonetheless.
𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑. Their guilt hangs heavily upon their shoulders and you watch them bend, break, and wither under its weight. You wish you could take it away, ease their burden and soften their jagged edges. They don’t let you, though – they rarely let anyone in deep enough to see the scars that remain so fresh – but you persevere with your patience. it is all you have to offer and it is not much, but it is what it is.
𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐓. Rambunctious little pup that they are, they bring a smile to your lips. The talk of war and casualties is enough to drain the spirit of anyone who listens too long, but they pump fresh life back into the dreary existence of planning an all-out revolution. So many others in your pack try to dampen their vitality and their wild spirit, but you find it endearing. You think that to be so young is a chance that occurs only once – so why not indulge them? Where others are stern, you are kind and encouraging. They remind you of a sibling.
SANDSTONE IS CURRENTLY TAKEN & PORTRAYED BY SØREN JACOBSON.
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Guardians: Chapter 2
Characters: OC, Bill Skarsgard & Jeffrey Dean Morgan
*WARNING: Mild Language
Summary: Can be found in Chapter 1
[*DISCLAIMER: The actors do not represent themselves as actors, but as the characters I created to play out in the story.]
-Chapter 3
“What are you working on right now?” Jeffrey asked, casting a shadow by hovering over me as I sat on the beige couch.
“I’m doing a Christmas themed commission for someone who’s just as obsessed with the holidays as I am,” I replied with my eyes glued to the picture. I drew a stray line by accident and had to erase it gently, so that I don’t bend the paper or tear it. I’d die if that’d happen.
“But it’s not even Halloween yet,” he reminded me as he went around and sat on the loveseat diagonal of me.
“I’m almost always dreaming of Christmas even during Springtime,” I grinned when I glanced up at him, quietly chuckling under my breath.
He chuckled deeply in his chest and gave a warm smile towards me, grabbing a book from the coffee table to read. Sometimes he liked to relax and read anything he can find, while I enjoy drawing, for fun and for business, then practice writing on the side.
“Do you plan to go to bed soon? Or are you staying up to draw?” he wondered while scanning his book.
“Nah. I got plenty of time to work on it more tomorrow before I have to get ready for the Halloween party at Alexander’s house,” I told him as I sketched some new lines on the paper.
There was only silence between us for a minute or two, but it suddenly felt cold in the room. It also felt like a pair of eyes were burning through my head as I peered down at my sketch book. I eventually raised my head to check out my hunch and sure enough, Jeffrey had his dark hazel eyes pierce into mine, which made me uncomfortable and click my mechanical pencil out of nervousness.
“Right. The party. Do you have your costume ready?” his curious tone didn’t sound so pleased.
“Yep. I took care of the finishing touches just before I started drawing today. I only need to make sure I have everything together for tomorrow.”
“How will you be getting there?”
“Bill’s supposed to pick me up.”
“Is he dropping you off back home afterwards or is he planning on taking you to his apartment, into his bedroom for the night?”
I froze abruptly when he said the last sentence, which also began to make me uneasy and I bit my lip out of annoyance.
“Jeffrey!” I said irritated.
“What? I simply asked a question,” he tried to lie with his rough voice. I could tell he was being distasteful of Bill again without being so forward. Basically beating around the bush.
“Yeah, but you constantly try to make him look bad when he’s not provoking you or has done anything to deserve your rudeness,” I defended Bill. My voice began to rise a bit from the small intensity of the argument.
Jeffrey was offended that I snapped back at him for disrespecting my friend, but he had no right to talk about him like he was some kind of sleazy person. Sometimes, I felt like he purposely plotted ways to get me to not like Bill, but I couldn’t fully prove it and it seemed unlikely that he’d be that drastic.
“He’s a young guy. I was his age once and I know what’s on their minds at that time in their lives. He’s up to no good,” he explained putting the opened book face down on the coffee table. I put my pencil and sketch pad to the side of me in order to concentrate on the conversation with my “Guardian Godfather”.
“Oh he’s not like that! Give me examples of why you think “he” of all the other people I know, is such a bad person?” I challenged him loudly, crossing my arms and sitting with my feet planted to the floor for support.
“He’s a smoker,” his response was given.
“You smoke too. But he doesn’t do it so often and he rarely smokes around me because he knows I hate cigarettes. Does that make you a bad person for smoking?”
“No. But I’ve seen the look in his eyes, the way he sees you whenever you’re around. It’s obvious there’s something he wants from you and it’s usually the one and only thing on every man’s mind. In fact, I’m surprised he’s hung around for this long.”
He was pissing me off, so I stood up fast, firmly stomping on the floor and balling my hands into fists.
“Just stop it already! I can’t believe you would say those terrible things about him like that. He’s not what you think he is, so don’t ever talk about him that way!” I yelled at him with sheer anger.
He fixed himself on the cushion, clasping his big hands onto his grey pajama pants as rage also fueled his emotions high. He was silent as he scolded me through his black frame glasses, but he removed them to continue the stare down with me, like he meant business.
“Don’t give me that tone little lady,” he clenched his jaw.
“I’ll stop once you stop insulting Bill,” I dared to tell him. I was so worked up, my hands were nervously shaking, but I kept them firm by my side. The corner of my eyes were tearing up from Jeffrey’s words echoing in my mind. I blinked a few times and ultimately a tear or two rolled down my warm cheek. I couldn’t even make eye contact at that point, I was so upset with him.
“Wait a minute. Don’t tell me… Oh Lord,” he muffled while pinching the arch of his nose.
I didn’t say a word, but I was worried about what he was going to say next. Who knew what was going through his mind. His eyes were focused on the floor for a short few seconds before returning his attention towards me. Then, he started to chuckle, which freaked me out because after that, he grinned.
“You. Oh Kat, Kat, Kat. My little kitten,” he chanted slowly standing over me, showing off superiority, “Are you?”
“Am I what?” I hesitated.
“Sweetheart, are you in love with Bill?” he finished, snickering to himself.
“W-What?!” I was taken aback by his assumption.
“Are you?” he said as calm as he could maintain.
“Why are you like this? You used to not care and suddenly you’re making more of an effort to intimidate him. Why change now?”
“Answer the damn question,” he demanded.
“No! Even if I might be, I’m better off not telling you about it,” I snapped, partially lied to his face.
Deep down, I did kind of have feelings for Bill, but I would never admit it. I especially would never tell Jeffrey after the crap he’s been pulling. I picked up my drawing supplies from the couch and made my away around Jeffrey so I could head for my room. I was too emotional in front of him and I refused to break down and let him win this argument.
“Where are you going? We’re not finished talking here,” he shouted at me.
“You’re not my dad! This conversation is over,” I cried back, ignoring him down the rest of the hallway until I finally reached my bedroom, shutting the door behind me and locking it.
I then tossed my stuff onto my black desk and ran to the bed, crawling under the sheets and pouring my eyes out with unlimited tears. My sobs were discreet because I didn’t want him to hear me. The only things I heard after storming out of the living room was the footsteps of Jeffrey retreating to his bedroom at the end of the hall. He shut the door loud, startling me as I wept under the blanket.
I couldn’t understand it. He was never that way when I was first becoming friends with Bill. In fact, he welcomed him into the family even though we weren’t dating. As a matter of fact, he truly liked Bill then. For a year, Jeffrey showed his hospitality and trustworthiness to him, but something was definitely off nowadays. What did he mean by “the way Bill looks at me”? He saw me differently? It’s just too overwhelming, I thought, it made my head hurt. Things needed to go back to normal.
I grabbed my phone and was about to call Bill so I could seek comfort, but then I side-tracked. It didn’t seem wise to immediately call and complain about Jeffrey’s insults to the one person it was meant for, at least not right away, in my condition. If he heard even a sign of unhappiness and sniffles, he’ll automatically worry a lot and interrogate the crap out of me. Not that it was a completely bad thing, but I was too overcome with anger and sadness to express it to him then. I also didn’t want him to become even more hateful of Jeffrey, since I knew it could cause more problems between all of us.
I care for Jeffrey, but I also care for Bill. This was too much to bear in mind as I uncovered myself from the sheets to get some cooler air. I needed to do something. I couldn’t stay here for the night. I had to leave.
I sat up, pondering what to do. If I wanted to leave the house, I’d have to wait until Jeffrey fell into a deep sleep, but as a start, I had to pack what I was planning to wear for Halloween. So I jumped out of bed, searched and gathered all of my costume necessities, took out a dark red duffle bag from my closet and carefully packed my items inside, organizing at the same time. I would need to wait awhile until I could see that the coast was clear to leave to spend the night at someone else’s place.
“Really hate this,” I muffled under my breath before finishing my packing, then sitting on the bed, waiting almost impatiently for the time to sneak out like a mouse.
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