#and they had already filmed the cheating scene apparently!!!!!!

[prideprejudce]

I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy a scene was cut from a show

#friends #friends tv #friends tv show #monica geller #chandler bing #chandler x monica #mondler #matthew perry #courtney cox #matthew really said ‘you aren’t going to Ross-Rachel-ize this pairing on my watch’ and I love him for it #because this would have changed EVERYTHING #the only other time chandlers character pushed it for me is when he almost bailed on their wedding #but then they wrote him snapping out of it and giving those beautiful vows #but if they had him CHEAT monica barely a year into their marriage……throw the whole character away #and matthew knew this and was like FaUck NO #i love when actors defend their characters and the writers actually take their advice #and they had already filmed the cheating scene apparently!!!!!!

[immersed-in-mischief]

I posted 421 times in 2022

That's 129 more posts than 2021!

318 posts created (76%)

103 posts reblogged (24%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@youlightmeupfinn

@immersed-in-mischief

@winterisakiller

@mochie85

@lindsey-laufeyson

I tagged 164 of my posts in 2022

#loki fanfic - 159 posts

#loki fluff - 158 posts

#tom hiddleston fluff - 158 posts

#tom hiddleston angst - 158 posts

#loki angst - 158 posts

#tom hiddleston fanfiction - 157 posts

#loki laufeyson - 156 posts

#tom hiddleston fanfic - 153 posts

#loki fandom - 152 posts

#loki smut - 71 posts

Longest Tag: 36 characters

#benedict cumberbatch x female reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Gold Masterlist- IN PROGRESS

By the time you had realized that the life of a sugar baby wasn't everything you thought it would be, it was already too late. You fallen in love with him. When you finally walk away from him and the life he has provided you, fate continues to bring the two of you back to each other. After moving on and starting a new relationship with your boss turned boyfriend, Sebastian, your loyalties will be tested as the man that broke your heart becomes your latest client.

Will Tom see what he had in front of him all along before it's gone for good? Will a normal life provide you with much more than he ever could?

(Sugar Daddy/ CEO Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader and Art Gallery Owner Sebastian Stan x Female Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

198 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#4

Party of Two- A Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader One Shot

This one shot was inspired by a request from @youlightmeupfinn who wanted a Tom one shot to "Ride" by Chase Rice. I had just planned on writing a short Romantic Tom story with some sensual spice to it, but it turned into an entire plot at nearly 4.9k words!!!!

Warnings: mostly fluff with some smut thrown in at the end, mentions of cheating and alcohol.

“Well, consider this your eviction notice then, you lying piece of shit! I don’t care where you go, as long as you aren’t there when I get home!”

After working so closely with you over the last few months, Tom would recognize that voice anywhere. He had originally stepped outside to grab some air, but now that he heard how upset you were, there was no way he was going back in until he knew you were okay.

Upon hearing footsteps approaching, you quieted your soft sobs and quickly tried to compose yourself. Turning around to face the secret visitor, your fake smile slowly faded when you locked eyes with those baby blues that you had found yourself drowning in each day at work. The concern on his features told you that you didn’t have to hide your emotions right now and you turned to face the view once again.

“I assume you heard all of that?”

Wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leaning down to place a kiss on the top of your head, Tom did his best to console you without making you uncomfortable in anyway. Playing lovers on screen was one thing. Overstepping boundaries off the studio lot was another.

“I’m afraid so. It appears I chose the wrong time to take a break from the wrap party… Do you want to talk about it, darling?”

You found yourself leaning into his side without even thinking about it. Over the course of filming, the two of you had grown into close friends and it was second nature to be close with him. The romantic scenes between your characters felt natural with someone as warm and open as Tom, so he had quickly become the person you would turn to when you and your long term boyfriend would run into problems.

“Well, there isn’t much to say on the matter. I went home after the meeting this morning to get ready for tonight and found him under his personal trainer. I guess I should have seen it coming though. Nobody goes to the gym that much and doesn’t see results from it. Apparently, my bed allowed her a more hands on approach to her workout regimen.”

“Is now the time that I tell you I never liked the guy?”

Tom couldn’t help but smile as you looked at him with a smirk on your face. Even though the California night was warm, the breeze on the balcony wasn’t and he saw you shiver slightly. His suit jacket was being pulled off and wrapped around you before he gave it a second thought.

As you became enveloped in the smell of his cologne, your heart ached that you wouldn’t get many more chances to enjoy the citrus musk that was so uniquely Tom. The two of you had a few more items to handle next week and then the entire project would be wrapped up until the press tour early next year for the movie release. The two of you stood in the silence together for a while longer before you sighed.

“He’s the one that cheated, yet I’m the one that has to find somewhere else to sleep tonight. Looks like I’m getting a hotel room until he packs his stuff and gets out. I refuse to look at his face one more second.”

“… or you could just stay with me instead.”

He wasn’t sure who was more surprised by his response in that moment. After studying his face for any sign of a joke, he watched you lightly shake your head and go back to watching the lights of the city in the valley below.

“I can’t put you out like that, Tom.”

The feel of his fingers slipping beneath your chin caused you to look back into his eyes once more as he brought your attention back to him.

“Sweetheart, I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it. I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing you are in some hotel room after the day you’ve had. I get the feeling that you don’t exactly want to be alone right now either.”

“You’re probably right. A night with a friend sounds much better than crying alone with room service dessert and a sappy movie.”

His hand shifted to cup your cheek as he smiled down at you.

“That’s the spirit. Besides, why settle for room service when my place has the wine you love and some of those gourmet chocolates from that bakery next to the studio.”

The way your face lit up made the flutters in his stomach intensify. When you were around, the butterflies he felt made everything around him fade away.

“Now you’re speaking my language, Hiddleston. What do you say we rejoin the party for one more drink? I’m sure they are starting to wonder where we disappeared to by now.”

One more drink turned into a few more before Tom called for the car to take the two of you back to the house he had been leasing during shooting. Even though it was late, he still opened the bottle of wine that he had promised you. In this moment he was glad he had thought to have a spare bottle of your favorite vintage on hand in case he had the chance to throw one more dinner party before heading back to London. They had become a common occurrence during this project, but he mainly did it just to have an excuse to see you outside of work. The sight of you stepping back into the room wearing a set of his lounge clothes caused him to spill the glass he was pouring, and he quickly turned to clean the mess with a hand towel.

“Thank goodness for uncomfortable formal gowns…”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

Tom turned around and put on his best smile and slid a glass towards you on the other side of the kitchen island.

“I said the sweets are in the fridge.”

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204 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#3

Liquid Courage (Loki x Female Reader One Shot)

This one shot was inspired by a post from @mochie85 and a song she loves. After listening to "Half Crazy" by Juslisen, I knew I had to write this story!!!

4.6k words

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of a drunken hookup, excessive drinking, jealousy, and unrequited love

Contains angst, slight fluff, and mentions of sex.

“Whoa, slow down killer.”

With a dramatic roll of your eyes, you downed the third shot of the night without a second thought. All you wanted to do was forget for just one night. As if she knew exactly what was going through your mind, Natasha put herself between you and the broody god at the opposite end of the bar.

“Does this have anything to do with a certain cranky Asgardian prince? We’ve all noticed that the besties haven’t been on the best of terms lately. What are you two fighting about now?”

After chasing the shot with a large swig of your mixed drink, you winced slightly as the burn made its way through your chest. It still didn’t do much to sooth the ache that you felt inside. With a sigh, you finally voiced the one thing that hadn’t left your thoughts in weeks.

“I wish it was just a simple fight. This is so much worse.”

Watching her brows furrow with concern, you took a deep breath and forced the words out.

“He and I… we uh… we hooked up, Nat…”

The words were enough to make the trained spy sputter on her drink. Not much shocked her anymore, but that revelation was certainly enough to catch her off guard.

“The music in here is a little loud tonight. I’m going to need you to repeat that again.”

Pouring yourself another shot from the bottle you swiped from behind the bar, you refused to meet her eyes, knowing the sight of him was right over her shoulder. The way he was burning a hole right through you with his intense stare made you wonder if he had heard your confession.

“We both know you heard me, Romanoff. I won’t say it again.”

“Alright… wow… so you slept with your best friend who you have been madly in love with for ages. I take it things didn’t go well? Was the sex horrible or what?”

You didn’t say a word causing her to study you and approach it at another angle.

“Spill it babe. I need some details here.”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? How can you not know if the sex was good or not?”

Finally meeting her eyes, you bit your lip and darted your eyes over her shoulder to the man in question who was staring at the glass in front of him.

“I don’t know because I don’t remember, alright! It’s just flashes in my mind. We were hanging out in the common room passing a bottle of tequila back and forth and at some point the conversation shifted to not so family friendly topics. I told him about my dry spell, explained what exactly a dry spell was, and then I briefly recall him saying something to the extent of offering to end said dry spell. After that it’s kind of fuzzy. Heavy petting and making out in the floor in front of the couch turned into something more and then I don’t remember anything else until the next morning.”

Natasha took the bottle from you and poured her own shot.

“Based on the way things have been since then, it wasn’t a pleasant morning after?”

The memory of the next day caused your vision to blur and you quickly looked down to compose yourself.

“Something like that… As if it wasn’t awkward enough, he called it a mistake. I’ve wondered for years what it would be like to wake up beside him and Lohk immediately regrets it…”

Feeling his gaze on you once again, you turned to face the mirror behind the bar and wiped away the few tears that had fallen. You locked eyes with her in the reflection as she rubbed you back to comfort you with tears of her own.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie.”

Throwing on a fake smile, you tried to lighten the mood.

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243 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#2

Gold (Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader ) Chapter 1 MATURE, 18+

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By the time you had realized that the life of a sugar baby wasn't everything you thought it would be, it was already too late. You fallen in love with him. When you finally walk away from him and the life he has provided you, fate continues to bring the two of you back to each other. Will Tom see what he had in front of him all along before it's gone for good? Will a normal life provide you with much more than he ever could?

Chapter 1

Flipping through the channels one more time, you finally stopped on a movie you had seen twenty times and curled up under the blanket on the huge, oversized couch. It was nights like this that the house felt massive. Honestly, there were a few rooms you hadn’t entered in months. Why he felt like you needed three guest rooms was beyond you. The office at least came in handy during the semesters when you would work on your assignments for school.

In the beginning, the space had been his. It was a place he would escape to on the extended visits when he needed to get work done. Eventually he spent less time in the office of your home and also with you. When you started your graduate studies, you did a deep clean on the layer of dust that had built from neglect in his absence. After redecorating it to sort your tastes, the space was officially yours. At least as much as it could be yours. It was still his home even if he was hardly in it.

Your eyes had just begun to drift close when you heard the distinct sound of his Jaguar pulling into the driveway. Not sure if you had imagined it, you muted the television and held your breath as you waited. When you heard the car door close, you frantically threw the blanket off of you and grabbed your cell.

No missed calls or texts.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

Making a mad dash for the master bedroom, you knew you didn’t have time to shave your legs or select an outfit for him. It was going to be a bare minimum kind of night. Somehow you were able to wash your hair and your body at the same time. When you were still eager to please him, you made it a point to keep yourself perfectly groomed. The longer time went on, it was as if you both stopped trying.

Your hand reached out for the towel you had placed on the rack outside the enormous glass cage that was supposed to be a shower. Quickly drying off, you hustled out of the steamy bathroom and back into your bedroom to find the stupid black lace nightie that you knew was his favorite to try to make up for the fact that you hadn’t been at the door to greet him. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, you didn’t see his figure seated in the chair in the dark corner.

“Don’t bother, baby girl.”

The sound of your yelp caused a slight smirk on his lips as he took another swig from the whiskey glass in his hand. Once you caught your breath, you turned to address him.

“I wasn’t expecting you tonight. You usually at least shoot me a text to let me know you’re on your way.”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

It was impossible to miss the fact that it was an outright lie. The tuxedo he was wearing gave himself away. The way he slurred his words slightly also told you that he had been drinking, even before the whiskey he was currently nursing from the wet bar in the living room. You let out a frustrated sigh as you shoved the various intimates into the drawer of your dresser.

“You used to lie better than that, Thomas.”

“I beg your pardon?”

The gasp was unintentional as you quickly realized the words had been said aloud. Before you could turn around to fix your mistake, he was already finishing off his drink and setting the glass on the floor beside the chair as he stood to make his way over to you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-“

The words were cut off as his hand came up to your throat and walked you backwards against the wall. It wasn’t enough to hinder your breathing, only to reassert his dominance over you. With his lips hovering over yours, you could already taste the alcohol on his breath.

“First you aren’t at the door to greet me, princess. Now, you seem to have forgotten how to address me. Because I’m feeling generous tonight, I will give you one more chance. What’s my name, little one?”

The word had become tarnished over the years together and left a bitter taste on your lips.

“Daddy.”

“That’s right. Now why don’t you lose the attitude and show me just how much you’ve missed me, darling.”

With his hand still holding your throat below your jaw, he reached up and pulled the towel away from your body.

“So, gorgeous.”

His lips finally crashed against yours, causing a whimper to escape at the relief of finally having his touch again for the first time in weeks. Within seconds you gave into him and let him have you once more. Your breath came in short pants as he began to trail his lips down your naked body until he had fallen to his knees before you. You looked down into his eyes as you smiled at him. The look on his face was dark and serious as he grabbed your leg and hooked it over his shoulder. The expression was one you had seen from that very first tonight together.

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267 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Science of Sex ( Loki x Female Reader One Shot)

After seeing a TikTok tonight, I knew I just had to write about it! What would happen if you gave Mischief a pudding cup to eat without a spoon? A mesmerizing show, that's what! Enjoy! ;)

warnings: Absolute disrespect for an innocent dessert... Other than that, nothing too vulgar...

Wanda walked into the kitchen to see you sitting on the counter with Natasha leaning beside you. She immediately noticed how you both seemed to be patiently waiting for some reason.

"What are you two up to now?"

Glancing at each other with a mirrored smirk, you spoke up and answered for the both of you.

"We set up an experiment. I read in this month's issue of Cosmo that you can tell a lot about a man's... skills by watching them eat."

"Ooookay.... so what's the experiment then?"

Natasha took this one.

"We made sure all the guys saw us bring pudding cups back from the store today then hid all of the spoons."

Wanda's face flashed with confusion until the light bulb went off. The fact that her cheeks now held the same hue as her hair made you giggle. You watched as she swallowed hard before speaking again with a slight quiver to her voice now.

"Oh... So... any results yet?"

"Yuuuuup! Wilson and Barnes found them first. Barnes started out nicely but eventually lost his patience and searched the kitchen until he found where we hid the silverware. He handed a spoon off to Wilson before we could collect much data. Parker came in next but it felt wrong so we gave the kid a spoon right away. He's like my baby brother."

Natasha elbowed you in the side, causing you to immediately halt the conversation.

"Incoming ladies..."

All three of you went silent as Thor and Loki appeared.

"Brother, I swear to you, these little treats are delightful. I first discovered them while visiting Midgard when I first met Lady Jane."

The princes seemed to ignore your presence as they made their way across the room. Thor pulled two pudding cups from the fridge and handed one to Loki before opening the utensil drawer to find it empty.

"All in the dishwasher. Sorry boys."

Thor seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and peeling the top off the cup. Without wasting much time, he squeezed the cup until the plastic bent under his tight grasp and proceeded to quickly eat the pudding until most of it was gone before carelessly tossing it over his shoulder into the trash.

As you all stared at him with a disappointed expression, you caught Loki watching and immediately pretended to be looking at something else.

No longer interested in watching Thor devour his second cup, your eyes drift over to Loki who delicately opened the treat in his hand and got to work. Over the next little while, the three of you watched as the God used his apparently very dexterous tongue to savor the treat while sitting in the window sill silently reading the book in his lap. Switching between kitten licks and wide curls and swipes of the muscle, it felt impossible to look away from the sight in front of you.

When he was nearly done, he used his pointer and middle finger to retrieve the rest from the very bottom of the cup, swirling them around slowly to gather every last drop. As he brought the long digits to his mouth, his eyes flicked up to you, catching you off guard. With your eyes locked onto his, the two fingers slipped between his lips before emerging seconds later cleaned of all trace of the delicious snack. You had completely forgotten you weren't alone in the room until Natasha whispered beside you.

"Close your mouth sweetie... you're drooling."

Hearing him returning to the kitchen, the three of you pretended to be looking at something on Wanda's phone when Loki crossed the room to dispose of the now immaculately clean container. Finding your gaze drifting back to him, you looked up in time to see him wink at you as he passed by, causing your mouth to suddenly go dry. As he left the room, you let out the breath you were holding and shared a look with the other ladies.

Just as Natasha and Wanda turned away to resume looking at the device in Wanda's hand, you felt someone standing behind you. Before you even had the chance to move, his breath is against your ear.

"If you desired to know what I am capable of, Kitten, you merely had to ask instead of consulting that magazine of yours."

Falling victim to the sultry whisper currently sending a shiver down your spine, you helplessly watched as the other two women in the room carried on their conversation a few feet away. The feeling of his hand gripping your hip is now met with him being pressed against your backside to move even closer to your ear.

"I must say I was intrigued after finding it discarded on the sofa last night, left open to the list of sexual positions to insure the most intense orgasms. Should you feel the need to try any of them or find yourself needing a demonstration of my skills first hand, I'll be in my room..."

Your knees nearly buckled when he traced the tip of his tongue along the side of your neck before catching your earlobe between his teeth. The sound of his deep chuckle fading was the only indication you had that he had left the room once again.

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638 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

How do I watch two different shows in the span of one week that have nothing to do with each and somehow both have Bob Evans in it?

First I watched The Offer, about the production of The Godfather. Mid-level production, no A-list which only meant it got even more sidelined in the mix of thousends of shows available. But, entertaining enough, I didn't know that much of the behind the scenes (or maybe I did and I forgot). Some unusual casting. I know Coppola had this mop of hair and a black beard, but the guy was tall. And to see Alex from Grey's Anatomy play Marlon Brando was just shocking. Anyway, it was fine for a weekend bingewatch.

Yes, Bob Evans. I started my post with him. I'll admit that Hollywood and especially its 20th century history has only become an interest of mine recently and much, much later after my student days when I used to think it was so uninteresting. Gained some wisdom in the meantime and while I was catching up on some 90s erotic thrillers, his name came up and I remember checking Evans' name on google cause I really wanted to see who the sleazy guy is. For context, I think he was producing one of those 90s movies and said/did shitty things. Now with The Offer, I got some more information. Head of production at Paramount, he did Rosemary's Baby, Love Story, The Godfather, Chinatown. Big titles, good Paramount years and I think I might want to investigate that lane a bit more. And he was married to Ally McGraw who then cheated on him with Steve McQueen. Just another Hollywood story.

So, I finish that series and then I remember that season 2 of Minx is already out. I think it's vaguely inspired by Bob Guccione's Viva magazine that started in the 70s. Who could be better at launching an erotic-feminist magazine while also being at the helm of Penthouse? (I'm currently listening to Stiffed, which is a podcast about this entire story).

Back to Minx, the story has the same premise. In S2E2, by the time the magazine is succesful, the team also gets their fame and money and somehow they are in charge of the premiere of Deep Throat. How is Bob Evans connected to this? Well, in this story, they somehow don't have the rolls of film ready and they're told that Evans has been keeping a copy at his mansion for quite some time, apparently for jerking off. There was no actual Evans in the episode, only mentioned, but hey, from The Godfather to Deep Throat via Minx. Now, that's a journey. Oh, and lastly, Joan Didion shows up that same episode at the premiere and they did some great casting for her. Just perfect.

An all over the place post which is actually more of a tv series recommendation, if nothing else.

#m thoughts #m recommends #minx starz #the offer

[crescentcampbell]

hi! im sorry if you have already talked about this but you and a couple other people have been posting about dont worry darling drama. i've been pretty disconnected lately and had not heard anything. what happened??

Oh gosh. I don't even know where to start. Especially because I actually like Harry and his music and it's just....a headache, and really unfair to Florence Pugh and the whole cast. Okay, so Don't Worry Darling has been presented as this scientific feminist think piece film or whatever by Olivia Wilde, who is directing it. She's an actress but I honestly couldn't tell you anything she's been in (I've only seen Tron and In Time but those were ages ago and I don't remember honestly) but she's mostly known for directing Book Smart.

The first issue with Don't Worry Darling is the whole Shia Lebouf thing who has had domestic abuse allegations against him and reportedly there was some kind of incident with him and Florence Pugh while filming. Not sure what, but people say Shia was fired while he says he quite. Now, Shia's openly admitted to being a piece of shit, and working on himself whatever that means so I guess there's that?

He was then replaced with Harry Styles. Now, obviously everyone knows he's dating Olivia. They've been an item for a while but apparently, Olivia was still involved with Jason Sudeikis at the time (Ted Lasso).They'd been engaged for 7 years and had kids and there was a whole custody issue. The kids were even being brought to the set and Jason was coming too and an affair was reportedly going on that made the cast and crew uncomfortable.

To top it off, Florence Pugh reportedly received less money than Harry Styles despite having more experience as an actor and god damn oscar and bafta nominations. Florence is pretty active on social media when she is advertising a project, like instagram and youtube both. And she's opted out of press from this project.

Not to mention everyone in the press being weird and only focusing on the sex scenes between her and Harry instead of like, actual acting or production questions.

And while everyone is giving Olivia shit for this, Harry isn't an angel either. He could have easily vouched for Florence to have the same pay as him and there's a lot of rumors about him cheating on people previously.

Which, for a production that's supposed to be examining women's roles in society, it's basically one, big shit show.

So if you want to watch a modern 1950's sci-fi film just watch The Stepford Wives with Nicole Kidman.

#don't worry darling #cambria talks

[singofsolace]

"Ocean's 12"... and a rant about how Clooney and the boys were assholes during press...

Continuing to make my way through Catherine Zeta-Jones' filmography, I decided to watch Ocean's 11 and Ocean's 12 (which I'd never seen before--shocking, I know!). I was mildly entertained by these movies, but that's pretty much the nicest thing I could say.

I enjoyed Catherine Zeta-Jones as Isabel, and I thought her chemistry with Brad Pitt was convincing, but ultimately, most of what we learn about her character's background is outright told to us by Rusty, instead of revealed naturally within the story, which bothered me. I wanted more screen time for CZJ so that the movie felt more balanced in its game of cat and mouse.

Also, I hope I'm not alone in saying that I genuinely did not understand the "plot twist" at the end of Ocean's 12, or rather, I understood it, but didn't understand why the writers chose to end it that way. The "oh, actually, the heist you just spent two hours being invested in? yeah, no, that was all fake. They were just going through the motions. They'd already stolen the real egg before they did the heist shown in the movie, and therefore there were literally no stakes in the heist that you just watched them try (and fail) to do. Surprise!"

I feel like that ending doesn't work for the same reason that no movie since The Wizard of Oz can successfully pull off the "it was all a dream" ending without the audience feeling cheated. And why would anyone want to rewatch the film, then, knowing that a significant portion of the movie is spent planning and performing a heist that's already happened in a different, less interesting way, off screen...?

Also, if the LeMarc reveal was meant to be as poignant as CZJ's acting was trying to convey, I really needed more screen time for her that established the stakes of her relationship to her father, and how Rusty knew things she didn't even know about her parents. Having Rusty tell us that her dad was a thief who died when she was young doesn't convey any of the emotion of that situation, and then when we see her mother's funeral, we again aren't told why that death is significant to the story, until Rusty springs that information on both Isabel and the audience at the same time. Which is why it doesn't work, because the writing keeps the audience so in the dark as to make a sudden random beacon of light seem artificial and contrived.

And don't get me started on Julia Roberts playing Tess playing Julia Roberts... whoever thought that was a "clever" or funny idea should've been fired before it ever made it to the screen.

All in all, I enjoyed seeing CZJ in another big action film after Entrapment, but I can see why she wouldn't want to return for Ocean's 13.

It's also worth noting that according to information shared from the police investigation, Catherine was being stalked and threatened by Dawnette Knight during the filming of Ocean's 12. The Amsterdam hotel where she was staying received several phone calls containing death threats and other disturbing messages that made CZJ fear for her life. She had to increase her security detail from one person to four, and apparently greeted fans from behind a bullet proof shield at one point. Crowds that gathered to watch the filming process had to be pushed back even farther than normal because of fears that someone would make good on the threats to kill her. CZJ even called her husband, Michael Douglas, at one point after finishing her scenes in Rome to say that she was so distressed by the messages she feared she was having a heart attack or a stroke. (x)

The fact that she was able to still do her job through all of that is frankly mind-blowing to me, and that's why I hate that George Clooney and the other boys repeatedly made jokes during press about Catherine having a restraining order against Clooney that made it difficult to film because he had to stay 50 feet away from her. Don Cheadle also joked in this ScreenSlam interview that the restraining order was because Catherine blew a "groping" incident way out of proportion, and Brad Pitt advised them jokingly to stop talking and "let the courts handle it."

I don't know how all of them saw her in fear for her life every day while filming and decided to joke about it during press...? Like what kind of people do that?!? Maybe I'm jumping to an unfair conclusion here, and the boys genuinely had no idea what was going on with Catherine, or why the crowds had to be pushed back, but assuming they knew at least a little bit, because it did impact filming... if my colleague was receiving death threats and was perilously close to a nervous breakdown, as CZJ later admitted she was, (she also mentioned during an interview with Matt Damon if any of the boys gave her hard time during filming, she immediately would start to cry, so they stopped messing with her right away because her reaction was "just sad"), I don't think I would joke about her filing a restraining order against Clooney for groping her...? Like there's pretty much no scenario where joking about sexual harassment is funny, but it's particularly vile to make those jokes when 1) the tabloids were already speculating about Clooney and CZJ having an affair, which Dawnette Knight used as ammunition in her death threats, so joking that she took legal action because Clooney groped her isn't going to fucking help that situation, and 2) a violent stalker was actively threatening to kill her at the time that these tasteless jokes were made...?

I recognize it was a series of jokes that were meant to be just that--jokes--but when someone is suffering, and you make them the butt of the joke, it's not only unkind, it's downright cruel.

#ocean's 12 #catherine zeta jones #george clooney #matt damon #brad pitt #stalking tw #Youtube

[shit-talk-turner]

She still has something identical to this photo on her feed. I think it might not be for the video but she had already started promoting that single. Also, apparently some parts of that video was filmed in Italy and Jonathan was also present (when she’s lying on a piano with that captain hat). I think she had already filmed some parts of that video and Alex directing it means that he was in the editing room, besides being present during filming some of the scenes. // Maybe that's part of why he was hesitant to publicly claim involvement in the videos? If she was already working on them before they were officially together that would be a big reason to suspect cheating, whether or not he was involved in everything including the early stages. I bet Louise wishes she could tell everyone he fell in love with her after filming her videos, swept away by the muse etc 😝

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#cheattinggate

[writeforfandoms]

Racing the Wind

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Part of the Born to be Wild ‘verse. series masterlist

Pero loses a bet to one of his students, and pays the price. Or, you get the best video ever. 

Pero Tovar x f!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warning: Some swearing, sort of violence?, too much silliness. I blame Hawkeye. 

Yes, this entire thing WAS inspired by the fantastically ridiculous scene from Hawkeye.

Pero looked at the group of LARPers. Then to you. Back to the group. Back to you. His scowl had grown impossibly more displeased. 

“Why.”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” You grinned at him, bright and amused. "Besides, a deal is a deal." 

Pero sighed heavily and hung his head. "Fine," he growled. "Let us get this over with." 

He stomped up to the registration area, and you followed him, more or less trying to hide your giggling. More or less. He stared at the person in charge, their blonde hair done up in very viking-looking braids. 

"He needs to enter as a single participant," you told the person when it became apparent that he was just going to glower. 

"Oh! Sure," the person smiled at you, apparently relieved to have some kind of direction now. They grabbed a registration form (which you filled out), some "armor" that Pero scoffed at, and a sword. A foam sword. You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. Oh you were definitely going to be filming this. 

“What is this,” Pero demanded, scowling even more fiercely at the foam sword.

“Your weapon!” the registration person chirped. "Now, the rules are pretty simple. Head shots and cheat shots are kills. You only get one free hit, then you're out." 

"I won't need it." Pero was still scowling but he seemed a little more settled now, more confident. He swung the foam blade twice, testing the weight (or lack thereof). Then he nodded once and started walking. You bounced after him, grinning hugely. 

The setup was simple: it seemed like a free-for-all battle, with a range of people in different armors and with different weapons. There were some impressive fighters among them, people you could tell practiced regularly. 

But, honestly, you only had a minute to observe the rest of them before Pero waded into the fight and left a trail of metaphorical carnage behind him. Nobody even touched him, and he was… brutal. But graceful. Bending under the swing of an axe with an inch to spare, deflecting another blow before taking out that opponent with an easy jab. Honestly, this was no challenge for him, and you could tell. He made it look so easy. 

By the time he had reached his last and true opponent, one of his students, he'd gathered a whole crowd of watchers. You, of course, still had a prime spot, still recording. Many of the people he had already defeated had come over to watch. 

"Took you long enough." His student grinds, clearly amused. You tried to remember their name. Luke? Lugh? Definitely started with an L. 

Pero didn't say anything, merely twirled his foam blade between expert fingers. He had a little smirk, still confident in his abilities. 

Without warning, the student lunged, and the battle was on. This one lasted longer than anyone else had, and the two put on a good show. It was a show, you realized when Pero was particularly showy with a twisting Dodge. He caught your eye, smirk still firmly in place, and winked. 

You had trouble stifling your laughter at that. For all his grumping and growling, he'd enjoyed showing off, as you'd known he would. 

Finally, though, Pero stopped playing, and the whole thing was over with a twist, a grab, and a thrust. His opponent sighed and dropped their sword, holding their hands up in defeat.

The applause that met this ending was near thunderous, and you laughed at the bemused look on Pero's face. Bemusement was quickly replaced with shock as people surged forward to congratulate him and clap his shoulders or back. You finally stopped recording, unable to quiet your giggling. You weren't trying very hard. 

Pero squeezed himself free of the group and took refuge by you, winding his arms around your waist and scowling. But it was his confused scowl, not his angry scowl. 

"They are not upset at being defeated?" He asked, keeping his voice low, rumbling pleasantly in your ear. 

"No," you said, amused. "You're very impressive to watch. If anything, they seem pleased to have been able to watch. I wouldn't be surprised if you get more students after this." 

Pero grunted, sounding a little surprised and a little pleased. His arms tightened around you. "So long as they do not interfere with my home time," he grumbled, mostly for show. Although he had become very fond of "home time", when you were both home. Usually in the evenings. 

And especially when there were cookies. 

You laughed quietly, shaking your head. "You can set those terms," you told him, grinning. 

His student jogged over to the two of you, a bit flushed and grinning. "Thank you," they told Pero, looking pleased. "I know you only did this because of the bet, but I hope you had fun. Everybody loves you, I've already had people asking me for your number." 

Pero huffed. "We'll see," he grumbled. "Are you satisfied?" 

His student laughed. "Very," they agreed. "I'll see you at class on Thursday." 

Pero nodded and started to tug you away. Laughing, you had to drag him back to the registration desk to return his armor and sword. 

And then he surprised you. 

"How often does this group meet?" 

"Once a month, usually," the receptionist chirped, eyes bright as she looked Pero over with new admiration. Apparently she had seen some of the fight too. "I can add you to our mailing list, if you want?" 

Pero nudged you. He'd improved a lot these last months with you, but he still was not good with technology. At all. You had to handle communication because he was as likely to throw the computer out of sheer frustration. 

So you gave the nice lady the email you'd set up for Pero, wished her a good day, and started walking. 

"You know," you started, slow and casual. "You never did tell me what bet you lost." 

Interestingly enough, Pero started to blush, his ears turning red. He stammered something and started walking faster. Intrigued now, you caught up to him. 

"C'mon, you can tell me, I won't make fun of you," you wheedled, catching his arm and gently looping your hand around the crook of his elbow. 

Pero sighed, short and sharp. "My students betrayed me," he growled. "They made a bet that they could distract me, during a practice battle." 

"They managed it?" You asked, frankly a little shocked. 

Pero blushed deeper, looking away and scuffing his shoe against the ground. 

"Pero…"

"It does not matter." Looking somehow even grumpier and still blushing, Pero started walking again, tugging you along with him. You kept up with him. 

"You know, I could just ask one of your students," you pointed out, completely reasonably. 

Pero growled a swear and stopped, very nearly making you run into him. "They pretended you had joined," he muttered. "Called you by name when my back was to the door, made me think you had just walked in." 

You stopped, your hand slipping free of his arm, staring at him. He continued marching on, determined, even as the back of his neck burned. And you started laughing. 

You didn't stop until he made you.

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#born to be wild #pero tovar x reader #pero tovar x you

[mypoisonedvine]

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗸 || niki lauda x reader [pornstar au]

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you're just an up-and-comer, he's a star. he might have a bit of an ego, but he measures up to match his reputation.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: a bit over 10k (YEAH... let’s not worry about it)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (public sex [cause the film crew is watching ofc], a bit of pain kink, dacryphilia/crying during sex, oral sex m and f receiving, throatfucking, brief spanking, creampie, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, squirting), niki both being and having a massive dick, fake infidelity (nobody’s actually getting cheated on but they’re roleplaying it for the porno), housewife kink, a bit of innocence kink, some degradation and praise, safewording (but like everybody’s okay!), verrryy light choking (more just neck holding...), mentions of drug use, mention of blood, needlessly fluffy ending cause I’m the worst (including the L word [sadly not lesbians this time])

                     Word spreads fast in an industry like this, and it can make or break your career. 

You’d heard quite a few choice words about Niki Lauda.  He was never praised for his attitude, necessarily; apparently he wasn’t the easiest to work with, although for better reasons than most.  He was a bit of a perfectionist, and prioritized making a great film over anything else, perhaps even taking the comfort of his costars less seriously than he should.  But at least you respected the reasoning behind his stern reputation, and in his defense, comfort was hard to guarantee considering what he was packing.

Yes, there was a reason he was still working so consistently even when a few girls said he was an asshole.  One massive reason.  You’d seen his work before, and even when the logical part of you imagined how it probably hurt like a bitch to film with him, you couldn’t help but bite your lip whenever he took his cock out.

Not that you had any intentions to let him know that.  He already had plenty of ego to go around, it seemed.  “Big-headed in more ways than one,” that was what your friend had told you after working with him, and even if he sounded like a bit of an asshole, the idea of him being so controlling and intense sort of turned you on, too.  Once again, these were the thoughts that absolutely needed to stay secret now that you found out you were booked to work with him.

He couldn’t be that bad, right?  He was still a professional.  Your worst scene partner had been so off his ass on coke that he could barely get it up, and then promptly had a nosebleed which nobody noticed until there was blood all over your back— so he was definitely going to be better than that.

But other than that, you didn’t really know what to expect as you knocked on his trailer door, hearing a mumbled invitation from the inside and opening the door the step in.

He was laying back in a chair that looked incredibly comfortable, wearing a robe and staring down at a book which he seemed quite focused on considering he only looked up at you for a split second before getting back to it.

You cleared your throat and began.  “Mr. Lauda, I—”

“I’m reading,” he informed you sternly, turning the page of his book.

“Yes, I noticed,” you agreed nervously, and an awkward silence settled in the trailer— presumably, one that was much more awkward for you than for him.

Realizing that waiting for him to give you his full attention wasn’t going to go anywhere, you decided to just go on with what you’d prepared to say.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m looking forward to working with you,” you nodded, extending your hand for a shake.  He just glanced at your hand, then you, and exhaled sharply as he looked back to his book.

“Yes, I’m sure it’s going to be a great opportunity for you,” he replied coldly, and you awkwardly returned your hand to your side.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you frowned.

He sighed and shut his book, finally standing up; and with him looking down at you, you suddenly felt even smaller.  “It means that they must be punishing me by putting us together,” he explained simply.  “I guess they think I haven’t earned a scene with a bigger star yet.”

You creased your brow together, crossing your arms.  “Well, I can’t say anyone’s ever been so disappointed to work with me before, believe it or not I have a lot of fans who consider it a coveted opportunity.”

“Hm, go fuck one of your fans then,” Niki offered sarcastically.  

“I’m not so surprised now that you don’t seem to make fans out of the girls you film with,” you rolled your eyes.  “Everyone says you’re an asshole.”

“Yes, I know, and they’re right.”

At least the two of you could agree on something.

“But I didn’t get this far by being likable, just fuckable,” he finished.

“Surprised you made it this far at all, with a face like that,” you scoffed.

“Camera’s never on my face, love,” he chuckled in reply, turning to his barcart to pour himself a glass of something.  “Scotch?”

“I don’t drink on the job,” you answered firmly.

“You’ll need something to loosen you up,” he explained.  “I mean literally.  They might give you a muscle relaxer just to take the edge off.”

You swallowed thickly when you fully processed what he was talking about.  “I’m not going to do the scene high.”

One eyebrow raised as he examined you, and though you felt a bit exposed to him (a feeling you needed to get used to, quickly) you felt like he was finally giving you some fraction of a chance.  “A bit of a purist, are we?”

“I just like to have my wits about me when I’m filming, that’s all.”

“Well, I’ll just have to fuck those wits out of you,” he decided with a smirk, making you glance away to avoid your face getting any warmer.  “I haven’t seen any of your work, considering you’re a bit of a nobody and all— are you the type to get all drooly and brainless near the end?”

You cleared your throat.  “Uh, not typically.”

“We can fix that,” he nodded, setting his glass down.  “You’re right, you won’t need the alcohol; I plan to get you cockdrunk regardless.”

“Well, best laid plans of mice and men,” you sneered, turning to leave.  “I’ll see you on set.”

He gave you a quick little wave as you exited quickly, shuddering once you shut the door behind you.  You’d expected the arrogant attitude (maybe not to that level, but still), yet the flirtation surprised you.  Is that what that was?  It didn’t read like a true come-on, like he actually expected something to happen, more just like he wanted to throw you off.  At least you felt pretty confident that you held your own, enough to prove you weren’t going to fawn all over him just because he was a bigger star than you.

Doing your best to shake off the less-than-friendly interaction (or maybe it was more-than-friendly…) you made your way to the set to start getting ready.

If Niki’s pre-scene ritual was reading and scotch, yours was yoga and meditation.  It helped you get more flexible, one, and shift your mindset before filming.  It kept the barrier between your true self and the version you played for the cameras.  Unfortunately, as you got more famous and demand increased, you found your meditation time getting cut into more and more often.

Case in point, a rap at your door made you jump right out of it, a man wearing a headset peeking into your dressing room as he looked down at a clipboard.

“Okay, Niki’s on set so we just need you to get down to costuming really quick,” the man— some kind of assistant, presumably— instructed.

“Costuming?”

“Yeah, they’ve got a whole plot they wanna do.  Director’s gonna come break it down to you both.”

Both— so you’d have to actually be together again before the scene started.  That was gonna suck.  And so was whatever “plot” they intended to insert: you got the immediate sense that your visit to costuming was going to end with you wearing something ridiculously stupid.  For some reason, you were anxious about being embarrassed in front of Niki, which was a rare feeling for you.

In reality, you didn’t think it was so bad once you saw it— a dress and heels, and not nearly as ugly as it could’ve been.  More… wholesome than you were expecting; more of a Sunday Best look, as opposed to Friday Night Worst as you expected.

You tried to ignore Niki nearby as the director explained the gameplan for the day.  “Concept’s simple,” he began, “lonely housewife, plumber—”

“Plumber?  Really?!” you instantly blurted out.

The director just shrugged.  “I didn’t write it.”

“I don’t think anyone exactly wrote it,” you rolled your eyes.  “A monkey pulling words out of a hat could come up with it.”

“Are you going to complain the whole day?” Niki interjected with a frown, making you turn to scowl at him, though you stopped to look away when you realized he was naked.  Although it was just a glimpse, you could tell that his cock was massive even just soft, and his body was not what you were used to in the best way: toned, but not ‘roided-out like a lot of other guys in this business were, and not shaved either which you preferred.

He laughed at your reaction, and you frowned with embarrassment again.  “You’re gonna have to get used to nudity, love.”

“God, I’m not that new,” you defended, “I just wasn’t expecting it…”

“Well, you should get naked, too,” the director interrupted, “so you can get dressed.  Oh, we should get you some pearls, too.”

You were surprised when the costumer handed you real pearls; perks of working with a star like Niki, even if he was a douchebag, included a much higher production budget.

Awkwardly, you shed your robe and put on the panties (you brought those, of course, you weren’t going to let a costumer put underwear on you) before shimmying into the dress.  Even though it wasn’t ugly, and it wasn’t physically uncomfortable, you did feel a bit odd in it.  You weren’t totally sure if you could pull off the lonely housewife role you’d been assigned last minute, even if you’d been hired in the beginning for your alleged ‘innocent face.’  As if the dress wasn’t squeaky-clean enough, they had you put an apron on as well.

You never got a chance to see what Niki was wearing, since you had to be pulled away for a makeup touch-up which he obviously did not.  This was different than what you were used to, too— a lot less smoky eye and a lot more baby pink lipstick.  It was like this day was determined to throw you off.

Dolled up to the nines and hoping to quiet the nerves sizzling in your stomach, you ended up on set getting ready to film while he was away somewhere else; after all, the scene called for him to enter through the door while you were already inside). 

“So, just vamp around the kitchen a little bit, you know, housewife stuff,” the director instructed.  “Wash a pot.  Niki will come in in a second.”

You tried not to worry about how ridiculous this all felt as you slipped on the yellow rubbery gloves.  At least this was the best money you’d ever made washing dishes.  Unused dishes, at that.

In the background you could hear crew calling out their various instructions— roll sound, take 1, all that jazz— but you did your best to focus only on yourself and quiet your nerves about the man who would knock on the door at any moment.

You almost jumped when he did, despite expecting it.  You turned the sink off and slipped off your gloves (relieved immensely when no one stopped you to say you should keep them on), walking to the door as your heels echoed on the linoleum.

The door was unlocked, probably an unrealistic detail, so you only had to turn the knob to open it and find Niki dressed like a mechanic— and you instantly burst into a fit of laughter.

Niki scowled and the energy in the room flipped completely as the silent crew started talking again, the director calling to cut and everyone else preparing to reset.  “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you choked out between laughs that shook your chest, “he just— he looks so fucking stupid!”

“This is incredibly unprofessional,” Niki reminded you, face getting a bit red.  Maybe you were proving him right about working with a relative newbie, but it was worth it.

“What’s with the bandana in his pocket?” you called out to the costumer just off-set.  “They did tell you it’s a straight film, right?”

After you managed to fight off the giggles, after Niki had been escorted away for a last-minute costume redesign, and after you took the time to apologize to the director for ruining the first take (who was surprisingly understanding— apparently Niki had gotten on his nerves already, too), you began again.

Another clean pot getting washed for no reason, another knock at the door, but this time your breath caught in your throat.

Apparently the costumer took your advice to heart, as well as going out of her way to personally attack you.  His jeans were almost too tight but in exactly the right way, his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and just a couple buttons were undone to expose his toned chest and the hair that covered some of it.  He looked like a visage of masculinity, staring you down like he walked straight out of an old western that would show on TV at 2 a.m., and you hoped that if you couldn’t hide the look on your face from him then you could at least hide it from the camera.

“Is your husband home?” he asked, his voice a little deeper than you remembered it, his accent a bit more suppressed.  You missed it, to be totally honest.

“Uh, no, sir,” you mumbled, barely managing to remember what you were supposed to say.  “But we really need these pipes fixed.”

“Well, if you don’t mind, could I come inside?”

The double entendre was a bit heavy-handed but you just stepped back and let him pass you, shutting the door behind him.  He knelt down on the floor and opened the cabinet under the sink, turning on a flashlight and looking at it with a thoughtful nod.  You just sort of… stood there, not sure how long this part was supposed to go on for, but thankfully he soon stood up, turning off the flashlight and kicking the cabinet shut with a sigh.

“I’m afraid this is going to cost you a bit more than I originally expected,” he informed you.  “At least three thousand dollars.”

Wow, all that from a ten-second glimpse with a flashlight.  No wonder this guy charges so much.  “Oh— I don’t think we can afford that,” you coughed.

“You’re not sure?” he noticed.

You shrugged, hoping you look effectively coy.  “He doesn’t let me handle the finances.”

“Well, doesn’t he let you buy something if you need it?”

“I should just wait until he gets home,” you decided.  “It’ll only be a few hours.”

“Hours?” he repeated, both irritated and intrigued— a solid performance, actually.  You wondered if he ever meant to be a serious actor, but ended up doing this.  It would sort of suit him to act all cocky and self-involved when really, deep down, he was disappointed at how his career had turned out.  “And you can’t pay me until he gets back?”

You shook your head.

“He keeps you on a short leash,” Niki noted.  “You could do better.”

“Well, I... I don’t want better,” you countered, backing into the counter as he stepped closer.  Your heart was racing; you could hear it in your ears.  Nobody else could hear it, right?  Could they tell?  Could he tell?  “I love my husband.”

“Good for you,” he replied, just a hint of mocking to his tone, “he’s a lucky guy.  Got you all cooped up alone at home, cooking and cleaning, too afraid to make any decision without him.  But you’ve gotta pay me to fix this or you’re gonna be a housewife with a flooded house.  And that’s gonna make him a lot angrier than writing me a check without permission will.”

You chewed your lip, ostensibly deciding what to do although you were actually buying time to try to stop thinking about the smell of his cologne— or was that just his skin, the warm, spicy smell that made the back of your neck tingle?  He was standing so close that you could hardly breathe without being overwhelmed by him.  “I’m sorry, but I can’t spend that much money without permission.”

You were waiting for him to say the obvious thing, the line you’d been dancing around for a few minutes now that everyone saw coming: you can pay me another way.  Sure, it’s cheesy, but it gets the job done and that’s what you were here to do, right?

But instead his finger trailed over your jaw, lifting your chin until you looked up at him.  This close, you wondered how you ever made fun of his face.  His eyes darted from yours to your lips and back, you kept waiting for the stupid fucking line but it never came, he just kissed you.

It wasn’t nearly as rough as it had every right to be, no, it was gentle and slow and you were gripping the counter behind you to try to keep your balance as your knees went weak.  His tongue was patient as it pressed forward to explore you, his lips softer than you expected and persistent in the way they pressed against yours.  You felt him step closer and press his body to yours, too, and you hummed against his kiss.

A pang of disappointment hit you right in the gut when he pulled away, moving to kiss your neck instead.  You’d never craved more of a kiss before, not like that.  “What else do you need his permission to do?” Niki asked roughly, hands gripping your waist.  “To speak, to think?  To feel good?  He probably makes you beg to come, right?” he presumed with a smirk.

You bit your lip and nodded.  “Y-yes, I’m supposed to ask permission before I come.”

“Well, never ask me for anything,” he demanded firmly, suddenly lifting you onto the counter as he started to tear your dress out of his way, pushing the skirt up to grab your thighs.  “I’m going to make you come until you can’t fucking walk, and I don’t want you to ask first.”

“O-okay,” you weakly agreed, distracted by his tongue trailing down your body, teasing your nipples briefly on his way down to your panties— which were meant to come off easily, but it still made you whimper when he snapped them off like nothing.  

“Your husband doesn’t do this to you, does he?” he mumbled against your skin, and you were so lost in it that you sort of forgot entirely what he was talking about.

“Uh, what?” you breathed, before finally remembering it was all fake and you were pretending to be married.  “Oh— no, he doesn’t do that…”

It wasn’t all fake, though.  The arousal gathering between your legs was certainly real.

He licked and sucked up your open thighs until they started to shake, the strong grip of his hands becoming the only thing holding them steady.

When his lips latched onto your swollen clit, your head swung back and hit the cabinets behind you— not hard enough to hurt, of course, but it made a sound loud enough that you felt Niki smirk against your sex.  “Oh, god,” you moaned loudly, and you were playing it up a lot less than you usually did.  His tongue pushed inside you and you had to close your eyes to make sure you weren’t going to go cross-eyed or something.

“Can’t believe your husband never got a taste of this,” Niki groaned as he took a break to bite your thigh until you helped.  “Waste of a delicious fucking pussy.”

He ate you out fast and fervently, the way most everyone did while filming— and normally you didn’t enjoy it much because there wasn’t enough warm-up to make it feel very good, but just the foreplay of your fake conversation with him had put you on edge and now you felt your first orgasm coming on faster than ever.  Your legs wrapped around his shoulders and your heels dug into his back when you curled your toes; you kept one hand gripping the counter beneath you while the other weaved into his mop of curly hair, tugging on it a bit harder than you meant to though he seemed unfazed.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” you blurted out suddenly, and you caught the way Niki looked up at you— it was genuine surprise.  Pleasant, but genuine; he didn’t expect you to come so fast, but he knew it was real from the way your cunt was pulsing against his mouth.  In his defense, you didn’t expect it either.  He kept going until you silently tapped out by giving two tugs on his hair: he pulled back right away and stood up again to pull you off of the counter.

You considered yourself pretty lucky that he knew exactly what that gesture meant, since it was an unspoken, unofficial code and not something you’d ever discussed with him.  Of course, if he hadn’t you would’ve just told him to stop, but that would’ve killed the momentum a bit.

“Get on your knees,” he instructed as soon as you were on your feet again; and you dropped faster than maybe you ever had before, on or off the clock.  “Good girl.  You know what to do, don’t you?”

You swallowed thickly and nodded as you reached up to his belt; your clit was throbbing still from how hard you’d come before, and more arousal gathered to replace what his mouth had washed away.

As you opened his belt for him and tried to regulate your breathing as you pulled his trousers down, his half-hard cock slowly came into view.  You had to pull the pants nearly all the way down his thighs before the length of it was exposed entirely, bouncing forward slightly when you freed the beast.

It was even more glorious in person, if significantly more intimidating.  Your walls clenched involuntarily at the sight of it, in equal parts arousal and terror.  You were worried about being able to fit it in your mouth, let alone anywhere else.

“Your husband isn’t this big, huh?” he grinned proudly. 

“No— fuck, um, no sir.”

“Ever been with anyone this big?”

“I… I’ve never been with anyone but my husband,” you mumbled awkwardly.

“Oh, you’re a good little wife,” he cooed, making a strange feeling warm your chest.  “Are you scared, love?”

The nickname he’d been calling you off-set caught you off-guard, and you blinked up at him as you bit your lip.  There was a darkness in his gaze as he looked back at you on your knees before him, and it made you shiver slightly.  “A little bit,” you admitted.  

He reached down to grab your jaw tightly, pushing your mouth open and shoving two fingers in right to the back of your throat, until you gagged helplessly.  “I think you’re gonna take it just fine, baby, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

The hand in your mouth pulled back to grab his cock and guide it to your mouth, sliding the thick head over your tongue as he got harder against it, before he finally let your jaw go and freed you to close your lips around him and suck.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, hissing through his teeth as he grabbed your hair— not too hard, just enough to guide you and make sure your face was totally visible.  “You can take it deeper, right?”

And now you had to suppress your own grin, because he said he hadn’t seen any of your films which meant he didn’t know what you were famous for.  Looking up at him through your lashes, you quickly sunk down until he was buried completely in your throat and your nose pressed against the patch of hair just above his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, and it seemed like a pretty genuine reaction considering the way his hand in your hair clenched slightly.  “Oh my god…”

You stayed that way as long as possible, until your throat started to tense up around him and you had to pull back to breathe.  When you were off of him he moaned out again, inspiring you to lick a long stripe up the base of him and start suckling on his head again.

The taste of his pre-cum coated the back of your throat, and it made your walls clench around nothing again.  They didn’t seem to care anymore that it would be a Herculean task to get him inside you.

You swallowed him down again, relaxing as best you could while he held your head and fucked your throat— not rough or anything, in fact you could tell that he was holding himself back, which you appreciated.  Your hand was wrapped around his ankle, just out of frame, and you squeezed him whenever you needed a break.  

“Shit, you really are a good little wife, hm?” he taunted at one point when you were looking up at him from under the shadow of his cock over your face; yes, it was longer than your face, he made a point to make that incredibly obvious.  You nodded and smiled, though your smile dropped when he pulled you up to your feet with a hand around your neck, suddenly kissing you hard and hungrily.

The fingers on your pulse tightened ever so slightly— not enough to choke you, just enough to remind you that he could.

He broke the kiss only as much as he needed to to speak roughly against your lips: “I’m gonna fuck you.”

Your eyes fluttered open and met his gaze, heavy and dark; you searched for the real Niki in them, not just the role, but you realised that you couldn’t actually tell the difference.

“Are you going to be gentle?” you asked softly.

“I haven’t decided yet,” he shrugged as he spun you around and bent you over the kitchen table.  What was left of your dress was instantly torn away and fell to the ground, leaving you in just the heels and pearls.  It was in stark contrast to him still being fully dressed, and while that was presumably the point, it made you shiver slightly despite the warmth of the studio.

Someone just off camera leaned in to hand Niki a bottle of lube, but he waved it away quickly, making you swallow fearfully.  He made sure to put his lips against your other ear, on the side of your face away from the camera, before he whispered to you.

“I know you’re wet enough,” he explained, smiling as you bit back a whimper.  “I know you can take it.”

You weren’t sure you knew that, though.  He pushed you down onto the table as he pressed his erection against your ass, starting to guide the head to tease your entrance.

He was relying on just your own arousal (and your spit on his cock, as well), and he wasn’t going to give you a few fingers to warm you up first.  This, you realised, was your punishment for laughing at him before.  This was his revenge on you and the company for making him work with a newbie.  He was going to break you.

But you weren’t going to stop him, either.

He was incredibly slow as he filled you, and fuck, it just kept going.  You thought it might never end.  Even the first few inches were challenging for his girth alone, but then it was deeper and deeper until you were moaning louder than you ever had from just the first stroke.  You’d never been stretched out like this, never been challenged quite this way, and your eyes were already rolling back in your head.

“Fuck,” you winced as he roughly shoved in the very last inch, slamming into the deepest parts of you.  

“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, voice heavy with his own desire as he held your hips tight.

“S-so deep,” you barely managed to get out, hoping it was loud enough for the boom mic to pick up.  “I love it, oh my god— it feels so good…”

He savored the first few movements, slow and careful so he could examine every little reaction you gave.  But even with his careful pace, you still found yourself pushing back against him for more when he stopped moving.  

You heard him almost laugh, you couldn’t see his face but you could imagine his smug look, watching you do your best to get him as deep as possible even when he was pushing your body beyond its limits.  “Oh, Liebling,” you heard him mumble; you’d never heard him speak German before, did they usually edit it out?  Or did he usually just stick to English?  Regardless, the word and the way he said it sent a shiver up your spine.  “You want it so bad, huh?  Go ahead, fuck yourself on my cock.”

It was harder to suppress your whimpers when you had to focus on moving at the same time, starting to rock your own body against him and moan as you felt every detail of the friction against your channel.  It was impossible not to feel it all when he was this big; this was beyond filled to the brim, you were fucking overflowing.

“Please,” you breathed, eyes fluttering shut, “please, fuck me.”

And that was when he stopped pulling his punches entirely, grabbing you and pulled your back against his chest before he began to mercilessly fuck you.  You all but screamed, legs quivering and hands struggling to find something to grab onto as he slammed forward over and over, so fast you started to get a bit dizzy in an oddly-pleasurable way.

“You’re gonna come again, huh?” he noticed darkly, kissing a line up your shoulder.  “You’re gonna soak my cock?”

“Yes!” you yelped.  “Yes, I-I’m close.”

“So sensitive,” he cooed, “I don’t think you’re used to coming this easily.  You’ll get used to it soon.”

It was more subtle than when he’d been eating you out on the counter, but just as intense— if not more, because every pulse of your walls made his cock feel that much more massive, and you could hear him moaning by your ear at the feeling of it.  Watching his movies hadn’t given you much of a chance to hear his moans before, since they always make the girl’s so much louder, but he sounded fucking heavenly with that deep, smooth voice of his mumbling praises only you could hear.  

“I thought you hated me,” he breathed, lips right against your ear.  “But you come for me so easily.”

You swallowed dryly, hoping no one else on set was catching any of this.  

“I haven’t seen your other work… but it’s not like this with anyone else, is it?  You’re not much of an actress, I know it’s all real with me.”

He was blatantly taunting you, and even though it made shame sting at the back of your throat, it kept you coming until you thought you might never stop.  It almost got to be too much, in fact, as your legs started to spasm and your hips grinded against his.

“You were acting so innocent before,” he remembered with a grin, speaking aloud for the cameras this time although you knew he was still talking to you— more than a scene partner usually was, that is.  “But look how you’re behaving now that I’ve put my cock in you.  Is that all it takes?  You’re fucking shameless, aren’t you?”

Not quite, but you nodded anyway.  Although tears had been welling in your eyes since he first filled you, you were really, properly sobbing now, shaking in his arms as he kissed and bit all over your neck.

“Does your husband fuck you this good, huh?  Does he fuck you until you cry?”

“No, just you,” you moaned, reaching back to tangle your fingers in his curls, pulling him deeper into the crook of your neck, “just you— oh my god, don’t stop, please!”

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he promised.  “Your husband won’t want you anymore.  You certainly won’t want him, either, you’ll only ever want me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you choked, “yours— just yours, I swear.”

He leaned you forward and pulled your arms behind your back, holding them for leverage as he pounded into you.  Like this, the pearls on your neck swung wildly with each thrust, hitting your chest each time and making a little clacking sound as they bumped into each other.  Not that you could exactly pay attention to that with Niki constantly speaking to you in that rough, teasing voice.

“Your poor husband,” he sneered, “he’s got no idea how much of a whore his pretty little wife is.  But you don’t act like this for him, do you?  Just for me.”

“Yeah— I’m your whore,” you choked; you didn’t really mean to say it, it was just the first thing that came to mind at the time.  You decided not to overanalyze why that was.

“This pussy belongs to me now, doesn’t it?” he pressed.

“Yes,” you sighed.  

“You only want my cock,” he continued.

“Yeah, just yours— only want your big cock,” you slurred.

At that point it was less like coming multiple times and more like one big one that never seemed to fucking stop, like if he kept going something even more incredible was going to happen— you couldn’t imagine what, but you wanted to find out.

Of course, he had the stamina to take you there.

His hands roamed your body as he fucked you, taking the time to squeeze and play with your tits.  You whimpered every time he tweaked a hardened nipple, and moaned when he moved his hands down to give your ass a few hard spanks.

“You like it when I hit you?” he noticed, growling when you nodded.  “Little slut.  Choking on my cock, bending over the table for me… maybe if you were being spanked properly you wouldn’t behave this way.”

He gave you a few more, and you knew he was relishing the way your pussy tightened around him each time, but you couldn’t help it.  You wanted to say something back, keep up with him, but each time you opened your mouth you could only moan, louder and louder, hardly believing the sounds you were making as pleasure kept burning inside you.

Suddenly, you thought it might be too much— in the best way you’d ever experienced.  Suddenly, a deep pang of arousal hit right through your body, and you felt pressure build rapidly as your eyes shot open. 

“Baseball!” you blurted out, and everything came to a screeching halt.  Niki froze, not pulling out but not moving either, and the entire crew shot up to attention.

“Are you alright?” the director asked instantly.

“I’m— I think I’ll squirt,” you explained quickly, trying not to let yourself be embarrassed.

“Niki, stop,” the director instructed your costar firmly, who pulled out and stepped back as an assistant ran up to you.  You tried not to complain about the emptiness, though a little whine did come out under your breath.

“Can you— can you calm down, and stop it?” the assistant asked you awkwardly.  “It’s not what we’re filming for today.”

“I know!” you hissed, clenching your fists as you tried to focus on pushing the feeling away— but even with no one touching you, and completely empty, it wasn’t dying down at all.  You made the mistake of glancing at Niki, and the look he was giving you definitely didn’t help.  “Fuck, I’m sorry,” you looked at the director, “I’m gonna— I can’t help it.”

“Should we get a towel?” the assistant asked the director.

“No, we can work with this,” the director decided.

“But it’s not what we’re filming for,” the assistant reminded him as well.

“Consider it a happy accident, now get out of the way so we can film this before it’s too late— Niki, get her on her back.”

You could’ve probably done that yourself, but Niki flipped you over and laid you down quickly, forceful yet somehow gentle as well, and you stared up at him nervously as you heard the crew preparing themselves again.

“You’re trying not to come right now, aren’t you?” he realised, speaking to you quietly.  You could only nod, too afraid to stop biting your lip.  “You don’t usually squirt, do you?”  

You shook your head, and he smiled at you.

“What was that you said about keeping your wits about you?” he smirked.  

“Best laid plans,” you replied, tone a little stilted from the effort you were putting in to keeping yourself at bay, and he grinned before you both quickly got back into character with a call to start rolling again.

He slipped his cock into you and teased you with shallow strokes, not pushing all the way in— either it was mercy to help you keep it down a bit longer, or he was just making sure the camera could see when you inevitably squirted.  You were clenching down so tight that he looked like he was struggling to keep his pace, but it was the only way you were going to keep it together at this rate.

Of course, keeping it together went right out the window when he finally fucked you properly again and you promptly lost it, back arching and vision going white as a gush of wetness, and another, and one more coated your thighs and Niki’s cock, that little condescending chuckle of his ringing in your ears— though there was a little bit of pride in his tone, too, though you weren’t sure if it was in you or himself.

“Fuck,” he moaned, holding your hips and fucking you even faster until the table beneath you began to rock.  He didn’t even let you come down from your high, draping his body over yours and sucking on your tits for a moment since they were conveniently lifted by your position.  “I know your husband hasn’t made you do that.”

“Never— I’ve never done that,” you choked out between loud moans that nearly echoed around the set.  “Oh god, Niki, I can’t— I can’t take it!”

You didn’t even notice that you probably weren’t supposed to call him by name, since his new costume didn’t have the nametag on the chest like the last one.  But you’d already derailed this filming day once and you were much too out of it to give a fuck about doing it again.  “You’re gonna take it, love, I told you you’ll come for me until you can’t walk,” he promised sternly.

“Oh, fuck,” you choked, writhing so much he had to pin your shoulders down to keep going, pistoning into you rapidly. 

“Such a dirty little whore, making a mess on my cock like that,” he grinned down at you, but his words started to fade into the background as you attempted to cope with the onslaught of pleasure on your sensitive body.  However overstimulated you might be after one or two orgasms, it was ten times more intense after squirting.  Your whole body felt drained, yet you were still literally dripping wet, so much so that you could hear the sounds of it every time he moved inside you.  Up until you came you had started to adjust to his size, but now it felt like starting from scratch.  In fact, now you couldn’t even imagine how it ever fit in the first place.

Thankfully, before you started to get really concerned that your soul would actually leave your body because of this, he groaned out his warning: “I’m close, I’m gonna come.”

“I want it,” you whimpered through your delusional haze, “I want you to come.”

“Yeah, you wanna make me come, like a good little slut?” he pressed, thrusts already getting a bit more erratic.

“Yes!” you sobbed, your back arching dramatically again.

“Wouldn’t mind covering on that pretty face of yours,” he growled, “but I’d rather fill up this cunt so you never forget who it belongs to.”

“Oh fuck, come inside me,” you moaned, “please— I want it, so fucking bad…”

His moans got deeper and louder, his grip on your hips even tighter, and finally you felt his cock pulse as he filled you with his come.  It went on for a while, Niki hissing each breath and burying himself completely in you until every drop was in your pussy.  He looked pretty good with a thin layer of sweat on his face and chest, a few of his curls sticking to his forehead.  “Fuck,” you heard him whisper under his breath as he started to come down from the high, head falling back for a moment.  You hoped the camera had been looking at him, for once, and not at you watching him with your lip between your teeth.

And now came your least favorite part of the whole thing: keeping your legs spread wide as Niki pulled out, stepped back, and let a cameraman get extremely close and personal with you for a minute.  He came so deep inside you that it took a minute for the come to start dripping out, but sure enough you felt it starting to leak from your hole and run down until it was presumably getting on the floor.  There was actually quite a lot, and somebody was going to have to clean that, poor guy.  You tried to send some good vibes to whoever it would be instead of thinking about how it felt to have a total stranger (even more of a stranger than the man who’d just come inside you) filming you in a very tight close-up.

It was part of the job, you accepted that, but it was just terminally awkward and even for a pornstar, you still felt pretty exposed with a camera that close to your pussy.  Especially when it was presumably not looking its best after Niki beat the crap out of it.

Apparently the cameraman was satisfied with the footage he had when he stepped back, leaving room for Niki to reappear between your legs as he gently stroked your thighs, looking down at you in a way that could’ve almost been misconstrued as kind.

“M-my husband will be home soon,” you remembered to say, cutting through the silence.

“Then you should do your best to clean my come out of you,” he smiled.  “We wouldn’t want him to get angry.”

Even though the post-production process is much shorter for these sorts of films than others, it was still four months between that shoot day and the video coming out.  By then, you and Niki had been dating for almost three months and though it was still quite new, it was completely different from all your past relationships in the best possible ways.

For one, your job didn’t bother him.  Obviously.

And further, for all his brutal honesty and stern remarks, he could be oddly sensitive.  It was sometimes like he was an entirely different person when the two of you were alone, a much sweeter Niki than the rest of the world got to see.  That said, he doted on you equally in public and private, keeping you spoiled in his own little ways.

And, for being a couple of pornstars, the two of you actually didn’t have wild and crazy sex all the time.  It was a lot more gentle, intimate lovemaking than you’d anticipated, but you were certainly not disappointed.  Some nights you just held each other and it was almost as incredible.  “Almost” being the operative word in that sentence.

The second half of your payment came in the mail, and that was how you knew the video was released.  Thankfully you’d seen it coming, so you’d already invited Niki over to watch it.

“Are you nervous?” you asked with a smile as you sat down beside him on the couch, cuddling up under his arm.

“Not quite nervous, but I don’t know what to expect,” Niki admitted, “despite having been there at the time.”

“Yeah, it always looks totally different on camera,” you agreed.  You remembered everything about that day like it had only just happened, but you couldn’t be sure how much was left on the cutting room floor.

As soon as it started, you were thankful to hear no background music at all.  Sure, it might have made everything feel a bit empty, but it was better than the alternative.

“Hm, you look nice washing dishes,” Niki decided with a smirk.  

“Are you actually into the housewife thing?” you scoffed.

“Not generally, but you make it work,” he grinned.

You both watched as you (not current you, TV you) opened the door, Niki standing on the other side with that look on his face just as stoically perfect as you remembered.  “Oh, look how cute you are!” you beamed.

“Is that what was going through your head when you actually opened that door?” he asked.

“Oh, definitely not,” you snorted.

“That’s what I was thinking,” he admitted, and you felt all shy again.

“Really?”

“Yeah, the dress works for you,” he explained.  “Though I still prefer you in my shirts.”

Which was what you were wearing now, the poor guy was losing shirts to you faster than he could buy new ones, though he never seemed to take them back since he liked the look of you in them so much.

“Is your husband home?” on-screen Niki asked.

“I can’t say I enjoy watching myself act,” Niki cringed.  “This bodes poorly for watching myself have sex.”

“I’ve watched you have sex plenty of times, trust me, it’s worth seeing,” you assured.

The flirting was interesting to see from the camera’s objective perspective, and you definitely looked a lot less flustered than you felt.  Except, perhaps, when his finger trailed over your jaw and your eyes met his.  It was a moment too pure for something like this; wasted on the part of the video people were probably going to skip anyways.  But it didn’t really go to waste, did it?  Not when it led you to him.

“What else do you need his permission to do?  To think, to speak?  To feel good?” you heard Niki ask.

“I really wasn’t expecting you to say any of that,” you remembered.

He nodded in agreement.  “I didn’t plan to say any of it… I don’t usually improvise so much.”

“Pretty damn good improvising, you totally knocked my socks off,” you laughed.

“Is that an English expression I haven’t heard before, or did something actually happen to your socks?” he asked with a little frown.  You elected not to answer since you were pretty sure he was joking.

“I’m going to make you come until you can’t fucking walk.”

“I do remember someone helping you walk,” Niki interjected.  “But, you were in heels, so it’s sort of understandable.  I would’ve helped you myself, but they were already dragging me off somewhere to shower and such.”

“Wow, so chivalrous of you,” you hummed.

“Do you not think of me as a gentleman?” he asked, sounding a little offended.

“Well, in a way, you are,” you relented, “but you’re also… you know, an asshole.”

“Yes, but only to other people.”

You raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Okay, to you sometimes as well, but I think I’m getting nicer,” he compromised.

“Yeah, after a few months of dating you seem to be finally warming up to me,” you teased, poking him in the side as he smiled.

The distant shot of you sitting on the counter with your legs open and Niki’s curly head between your thighs actually looked pretty damn good, though it cut quickly to something a bit more close up and from the side so you could actually tell what Niki was doing better.  You could even see him giving you a surprised look when you told him you were coming.

“I’m still a little bit embarrassed that I came so fast,” you sighed.

“Well, you still come fast with me, so I hope you’re not still embarrassed about it.”

He wasn’t even trying to make fun of you for it, he just had this habit for casually calling you out like that.

“What do you mean, with me?” you interrogated.  “When have you seen me with anyone else?”

He cleared his throat, glancing away.  “I might have lied, when I said I wouldn’t watch your films.”

“Niki!” you yelped, shoving him slightly.

“It was only morbid curiosity… it didn’t make me jealous, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he defended, “because I can tell it’s fake.  It’s nothing like when we’re together.  It’s nothing like that!” he pointed to the screen in front of you.

“I know, obviously it’s fake,” you frowned, “but I stopped watching your stuff when we got together and now I feel left out.”

“You haven’t missed much,” he laughed.  “I can’t believe I ever complained that I wasn’t collaborating with enough ‘stars.’  They have no idea what they’re doing, they don’t care if it turns out good because they know people will watch either way, and the studio’s talking about putting me on something so I can keep it up.”

It was flattering, but you tried to ignore it.  “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t compare ourselves to each other’s scene partners.”

“We won��t because we can’t; there’s no comparison, I assure you.”

He watched you bite your lip as you tried to stifle your pride, but the compliment made warmth bloom in your chest as you leaned your head on his shoulder.  “You’re more romantic than you think, Niki.”

“I’m not romantic at all,” he promised.  “I’m only factually correct.  It’s just convenient that the truth is you’re so much more incredible to be with than any of the women at work.  Oh, and speaking of—”

He pointed to the screen again as you saw you were dropping to your knees in the video; “Good girl,” TV Niki hummed.

You smiled proudly as you watched yourself deepthroat him all the way to the base; not that you looked exactly gorgeous doing it, but it was still fun to see the feat.  Niki’s moans reverberated through the speakers, the video cutting quickly to a shot of him with his head fallen back although it definitely kept most of the attention on you.

“If you listen closely, you can actually hear the sound of me falling for you in that moment,” he joked.

“Ah, yes, that is a known side effect of the deepthroating,” you nodded thoughtfully.  

“You must have all your scene partners just as enamored with you as I am,” he realised, though he didn’t sound concerned since he knew you only wanted him.

“Probably not, but I do get a lot of congratulatory fist-bumps about it,” you shrugged.

And of course, it wasn’t too much longer of that before he was pulling you up and throwing you over the table preparing to fuck you.

“It’s funny,” you noticed, “they never show us using lube, but this time we actually didn’t, and no one will know the difference.”

“Except us,” he added.  “Maybe I was a little too cruel to you, to not use any and to tease you for it.  But I had my reasons.”

“Cruelty with reason, isn’t that your motto?”

“I don’t have a motto,” he decided.

“But if you did—”

“People don’t have mottos, that’s ridiculous,” he frowned.

Just as you started to complain, you heard your own moan from the TV as he pushed inside you, and you needed to watch that go down.

Unlike your ability to hide your shyness before, your pleasure was written on your face completely in this moment; you looked every bit as wrecked as you remembered feeling.  What you hadn’t been able to see at the time was his face, and the way he was looking at you… you would’ve lost it right there if you’d known he was staring you down with such a mix of emotions in his eyes.  

“You see now why I never want to fuck you from behind,” he noted, “because I want to see your face looking that perfect every time.”

It was true; he insisted on keeping you face up almost every time, he even wanted you to ride him occasionally even though you couldn’t get all of him in that way without actually breaking something.

You watched yourself start to rock back against him and your actual, current self loved the grin on his face as you did it— but it cut straight to him saying “You want it so bad, huh?”

“Aw, they edited out the German,” you frowned.  “I love when you call me Liebling.”

“I think you hear it enough each day that you don’t need it on tape,” he decided.  “I think they probably edited out you calling me by name later on, too, and we both know how it drives me wild when you say my name like that.”

You hummed as you remembered that; he made you say it all the time, both in the sense that he asked you to and that he did things that made it impossible for you to say anything else.

Continuing to watch the tape, you noticed how good you and Niki looked together; you thought your body had never looked so good as when his hands were on it, touching you anywhere he could reach.

A lot of things were different in that tape than they were when it really happened: for one, there was actually a transition shot of Niki turning you over from standing to laying on your back— you’d fixed that with some reshoots right after the scene ended, and with some editing magic it looked like it was all part of the same take.  

But one thing that definitely happened pretty much the same in both was you squirting; you admittedly cringed a bit at your own moans, having been too distracted at the time to really appreciate how loud and desperate they were.

“It looked even better in person,” he insisted.  “It took all my willpower not to come when you did.”

“I know your husband hasn’t made you do that,” Niki laughed proudly on-screen.

“Never, I’ve never done that before,” you answered with a gasp.

“I swear my heart must have stopped when I realised that you were being serious,” he remembered.  

“Well, you certainly didn’t stop fucking me,” you scoffed.  “I thought I was going to lose my mind when you kept fucking me after I squirted…”

“That was sort of the goal,” he admitted.  “You ended up going out with me a few weeks later, so it must have worked.”

The man had actually sent you flowers, and you had called around to make completely sure that this wasn’t his normal post-scene MO (even though it obviously wasn’t because it was fucking Niki).  You were a little hesitant, and a lot confused, but you agreed and the rest is history.  

“I’m close, I’m gonna come,” Niki warned through the speakers, and you noticed how different it sounded to when he was close in real life.  He didn’t tell you anymore, he didn’t need to, he just kissed you in that way that made it obvious and bit down on your neck or shoulder to compose himself as he filled you.  Which was why you always had to wear concealer on your body for shoots, to hide his bite marks.  You would never hide them if you had the choice.

You covered your face as the camera zoomed in close on your pussy leaking his come (the long pause required to get it to start coming out was conveniently edited out).

“Why aren’t you looking?” he laughed.

“It’s too close!” you whined.  “I don’t want to see it that up close!”

“I see it that up close all the time,” he grinned.  “You have a beautiful pussy— especially full of my come like it’s meant to be.  Makes me want to get a taste.”

He licked his lips playfully and your face got hot just from the memory of those times he ate you out after already coming inside you; it was just the right balance of intimate and filthy to make you impossibly flustered.

Thankfully the end of the video gave you an excuse to change the subject as you picked up the remote.

“I think it turned out pretty great!” you smiled at him after you turned the TV off.  

“Maybe you and I are slightly biased,” Niki mitigated.

“Sure, but fifty bucks says they’re gonna want another scene with us any minute now,” you winked, sitting up and swinging your leg over to straddle him as he looked up at you and held your waist gently.

“I’ll take that bet,” he smiled.

“But would you take the offer?  I mean, if they asked us to do another?”

“Of course,” he nodded.  “Wouldn’t you?”

You chewed your lip for a second as you thought about it.  “I think so.  But there’s something kinda weird about it.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, I know it’s sort of ridiculous since people see me have sex, and people see you have sex, and now people are probably somewhere around the world watching us have sex right now— but, when I think about how we are together, alone, for real… I’m not sure how I feel about people seeing that.”

He pulled you a little closer, sliding his hands up your legs and pushing his shirt that you were wearing out of the way carefully.  “I can understand that.  But it wouldn’t be like when we’re alone… we can keep a lot of things just between us.”

“Yeah, like what?” you pressed, helping him take the shirt off so you were only in your panties.  

“All sorts of things,” he answered cryptically as he pulled your hips down to press against his, making you gasp at the feeling of how hard he was.  Admittedly, watching your first time with him on the video got you pretty worked up as well, so no judgment.  “Tell me what worries you and I’ll make you feel better, Liebling.”

“You’re pretty invested in getting this sequel made,” you noticed with a laugh, “are you that curious what happened to the poor, mistreated housewife and her plumber lover?”

“No, no, if we did another it wouldn’t be a fake storyline.  It would just be us.”

Something about the way he said us made your heart clench in the best way.

“Maybe I just want the world to see how I feel about you,” he offered.

“And what feeling is that, horny?” you joked, and he smiled for a moment before suddenly getting more serious.

“No, not exactly… well, yes, but much more than that…”

You waited for him to continue, moaning softly as his hands rubbed your thighs and his lips and tongue delicately teased your collarbone.

“I lied, Liebling,” he mumbled against your skin, “I didn’t fall for you while you were on your knees that day, as incredible as that was.”

“Really?” you hummed, hoping there was a second half to this story.

“Yes,” he answered.  “The truth is, I was in love with you from the moment you opened that door.”

Your breath caught; that was a new word for you, and not just in this relationship.  You leaned back to break his lips away from your neck and meet his soft gaze.  “Niki, I… do you really love me?”

“If this isn’t love, I don’t know what could be,” he explained.  “We go to work and sex is just a job, but then I come home to you and I understand now why there are so many songs about love and wanting to be with someone.  I didn’t see sex as an expression of love before, but it is with you— it must be.”

Your hands held his face as he looked up at you, and you smiled down at him.  “Of course it is, and I love you, too,” you whispered before pressing your lips on his gently.

It didn’t stay too gentle for long though: soon it was needy and filled with sighs and heavy breaths, even if it was still patient and relatively slow.  He stood up and lifted you with him, carrying you both to the bed where you fell in together.

“I’m gonna make you come until you can’t walk,” he promised with a smug little grin, “and I want you to tell me you love me again every single time.”

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[raggedyblue]

GUILT WHITOUT SEX

The Hound of the Baskerville - moovie 1978

I had never heard of this interpretation of the Baskerville Hound. Now it is a moovie that can be defined grotesque rather than comic, but as often happens, through the comic one can convey otherwise uncomfortable truths. It's a demented parody, honestly not very well done, but like others I think it is not to be overlooked. It is the work of Paul Morrisey, Andy Warol's partner in crime, director of raw and avant-garde films, in which the homosexual theme is always roughly present. This is an unsuccessful opear but interesting thing, it seems to use tropes known to us. Sherlock Holmes is Peter Cook while Dudley Moore plays Watson ... and others. A close-knit artistic couple in many shows. spoiler under the cut

First of all, the moovie opens with three nuns in Baker Strett. All three have heads, but it's interesting nonetheless. An unlikely Watson entertains them by ironing an underpants and ejaculating water from a huge syringe as he talks about Holmes.

Meanwhile in his room a Sherlock Holmes with only a silk damask robe, garters and yes, a corset, pretending to play the violin, tastes a cup of cofee and ... spits it out. Interesting right? Watson irones, sets the table, and even wears an apron at some point. The perfect incarnation of a wife. Perfect scenes the domestic bliss. Holmes still in the opening credits is absorbed in reading a book called Guilt without Sex. When we meet Sir Henry immediately we realize that he is parodistically marked as gay, after all he immediately admits that he loves pink, and he agrees with Watson to use a carnation of that color to be able to recognize themself the following day at the station. Considering that if they say it face to face it is definitely redundant. The carnation may not be green, but by choosing pink they use another stereotype ... wait, who else has used pink? We know immediately of the Hound that he is huge, that he leaves gigantic footprints (canon) and we are repeatedly told that he has enormous genitals. Sir Henry, clearly homosexual, as a child dreamed of being raped by the dog (sorry the picture is not my fault) ... in a rude way the metaphor of the dog as homosexuality seems to be used. At Baskerville Sir Henry and Watson, dressed like Holmes, are housed in the same room, a dump with a flooded floor (we have already seen this too). Before bed, Watson fixes a couple of picture of Holmes and Sir Henry appreciates the romance of it. Sir Henry also offers to be woken up, in case Watson needs ... anything. He have just to make a whistle (and so the trope of whistling and homosexuals is also covered). Apparently it won't have to take that long, because Watson's bed go break. So we just have to think that there is only one bed left (is that what happened to John and Sherlock?) Left alone, Holmes turns to a special center to console the gentlemen. He could choose the service of some masseuses, or for 5 shillings the help of Caesar. He offers 10.So he earns the gift of a stimulating gherkin, wondering where he should put it. Then he ends up in the company of three old ladies, this is the apparently comic twist, but after all they have very little of the feminine, they also include thick hair on the back, ah, they are three like the nuns at the beginning, handsome and made up. I'm pretty sure here is a meaning. In Baskerville, meanwhile, the question of the light signals between Barrymore and the fugitive is interpreted by placing the flashlight at genital height and making the two approach each others in a paroxysmal exhibitionist dance. This part, too, with the sexual turn of the light signals is familiar to us. In London, because he stayed in London, Holmes goes to his mother. The woman is played by Dudley Moore and she is having a séance. A nice Watson / Doyle / parent character Holmes overlay. Her mother lives with Iris who helps her cheat the séances and it is suggested that the two have a sadomasochistic relationship. The woman, who has violets pinned to her chest, regrets the times she wore Sherlock as a girl (hi Sherlock is a girl name and Uncle Rudy). Watson in Baskerville dabbles with cipher codes and then meets Frankland who asks him if he has ever killed an elephant (alas, not yet). He then meets Staplelton and his sister who tries to have sexual intercourse with him. Needless to say, the scene is the clear parody of a horror movie. A Holmes in apparent disguise reunites with Watson at a party where everyone is once again wearing pink carnations.

The bottom line is that everyone wants to kill Sir Henry. Towards the end, believing him dead they all sit together at the table toasting, but when he's show up himself  alive, with Watson, and he joins the table whit them, they are literally disgusted. Stepleton's sister interpreting the scene of the Exorcist vomiting on Sir Henry and Watson continuing to say "filthy scum" ... in Italian translated as "fagot". Eventually the hound attacks Sir Henry, but there is instant recognition between them and it ends up in ... cuddles.

It practically turns out that Charles Baskerville wasn't scared of the Hound but he loved him so much that he made him his heir.

The film ends with the prediction of Holmes' mother coming true. That is, there will be an explosion of a dormant volcano. And apparently this volcano is right below Baskerville!

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[jesslockwood]

SOUR | T. Holland

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Warnings: angsty af, swearing

Summary: y/n and tom broke up, and when tom comes around with his new girl 2 weeks later, y/n is sour. 

A/n: I was hesitant to post this due to everything going on with tom lmao but yk, fuck it lol. anyways lmk if you want a part two cause I this was pretty short and I have ideas! also I didn’t edit this much lol so sorry for the mistakes!

His brown guilty eyes were enough to know that he moved on, in two weeks to be exact, after you broke it off. He was spotted recently with a girl he said he was just friends with, what a damn lie. 

You try to not let the tears out as you see them making their way on the red carpet of the movie premiere. He looked you straight in the fucking eyes, yet couldn’t even give you a heads up he was bringing a date tonight. You worked together for six months yet he didn’t have the decency.  

He betrayed you. He didn’t cheat but he betrayed you. 

You had even mentioned her by name before, yet he said you were paranoid and had nothing to worry about. What bullshit. 

She was just a new trophy for him, one that he’d put on the shelf later, or smash like it like you were broken. 

 It started out so sweet and innocent. You had met working together and had started dating under the radar, and you fell in love with him so quickly, even at his worst, but it didn’t matter. He moved on with you still in the picture and that’s what hurt the most. But he would never see or care about how much you hurt. He wasn’t sorry. 

Isn’t it funny how someone you thought could love you the way you loved them, was a damn traitor? 

He played all these twisted games with your mind, thinking that he felt the same way about you, or at least cared. 

God, you wanted to scream, she was sleeping in the bed you lied in and made with him. But she couldn’t care less, she got the prize, a shitty one at that. 

You didn’t get it, he couldn’t have fallen in love with someone that quickly, not after what you had. 

All you had done for Tom, it didn’t apparently matter to him, cause he’s dating her. He gave you his fucking word, that you were the one who meant something to him, you guessed he just used you.

She was gorgeous too, and she made you feel so small, unimportant and the paparazzi all turned to them, and barely any was paying any mind to you, the star of the movie. It sounded selfish but you put the blood sweat and tears into this movie, and all she had to do was walk with the man you put blood sweat and tears into, and she had all the attention.

He just had to bring her and was showing her off like a new trophy. God, you hated him. You hated him for hurting you like this. And yet, if he asked for you back, you would probably jump at the chance. 

He seemed so genuine and true when you had first met him. Brown doe-eyed, attentive and listening to every word you said like it was the most important thing in the world, then things got ugly. He would play all these twisted games with you, making you feel like nothing one moment, and then his everything the next. 

He even gave you his fucking word and a promise ring that he would always love you, But Isn’t it funny? He’ll never feel sorry for breaking you. 

Suddenly one of your friends, well tom’s brother, wraps his arm around your waist, whispering to you, asking if your okay, before the paps get a few snaps in of the moment. Harry starts leading you away from the commotion before you cried. No one had asked you that until today. Which kind of shell shocked you, because you weren’t and he was the first person who seemed to care.

Harry at the moment couldn’t care less about the out-of-character way his brother was acting, especially towards you. Yes, he loved his brother but hated how he was acting. He couldn’t see how he could treat someone as lovely as you like that. 

Tom didn’t even notice the way you were destroyed. He let you go, Harry couldn’t understand why because tom seemed so happy with you, until nearing the end of the relationship. 

“Thank you, Harry.” you sniffle, once reaching the inside of the building. 

“You shouldn’t be thanking me. I should be apologizing for my brother.”

You smile weakly at him. He wipes the tears from your eyes, before suggesting,

“After they have you up on stage for the thank you’s and stuff, we should just ditch this and go back to my hotel and get room service and raid my candy stash, if you’re up for it.”

“I’ll think about it,” you say with a more genuine yet sad smile.

“Let’s get in there, shall we?” he puts his arm out for you and you link yours in his. 

What you didn’t realize is that tom saw harry wiping your tears while doing an interview, and saw you link your arms together when he got inside. To say he was fuming doesn’t even cover how enraged he was. 

Once getting in, you realized you and tom would be sitting next to one another, something you truly wished you could get out of. 

“You’d better wish me luck.” You point to the seats. 

Harry got the bright idea to just take his brother’s spot. He wouldn’t care anyway, he had his new girl Zabrina. 

You and Harry had a small conversation about what both of you had been up to after he was Tom’s assistant for filming. You saw him almost every day when you and tom would hang out, harry being the third wheel. You had spent a decent chunk of time with him and definitely preferred the company over being alone, or with your ex.

“I can’t believe you dropped your SD card down the drain! Photos are your life, so you should have paid attention!” you laugh with him.

“Harry, You’re in my seat.” Tom interrupts, with a scowl on his face. 

“Can’t you just move down one? Y/n and I are talking here.”

“Tommy I can’t see from that seat!” Zabrina pouts like a child. 

“If she can’t see why do I have to sit there? I actually worked behind the scenes on this movie!” 

“Harry, don’t make me-”

“You know what! Harry and I were leaving after we thank everyone. So you two lovebirds can have the whole row!” you say venom seething from your mouth. 

“There you go, Tommy. Have a nice night you two!” Harry follows up, really sick of the attitude his brother was having.

Tom’s face turned red under the makeup he had on. He was enraged. His brother was betraying him. 

“Have a nice time, fucking around” he said, seeing red. he saw your face soften, from anger to confusion, to sadness. You didn’t think he thought so low of you.

“What the fuck tom! We aren’t-”

“It’s not worth it Harry, he’s not worth it,” you say sadly. Standing up, Turning to go towards the stage. 

That hit tom with a pang in his chest. He was just trying to get over you, to move forward. But maybe that was the problem. He just left you in the dust (peter parker is that you?) to navigate the way you felt over losing one of the best things you ever had. God, you wished you didn’t fall in love with him before he betrayed you. You wished he just would have thought it through before he ruined you. 

Your director motioned over to you and Tom to go up on the stage. 

“I’ll meet you outside, Y/n/n.” 

That was tom’s nickname for you. He came up with it and he was the only one who could call you that. You were his and he was yours. But yet he knew that long-distance was so fucking hard. He couldn’t put you or himself, so he found someone who was fine with the distance. Zabrina barely paid attention to him unless he wanted attention for herself, but he didn’t realize how he broke much more of you than the surface showed. 

“She’s really pretty, I hope she makes you happy,” you mention bitterly, hoping in a terrible way,  he’d never be as happy as he was with you. 

Before Tom, you scream out no one would make him happy as you did. Your director cut tom off.

After your director said thanks to everyone and the film started you grab your bag from your assistant, before heading to the exit, tom hurriedly tried to follow you, being caught by Zabrina, asking Tom to take a selfie with her, so she could commemorate her ‘prize’ when truly, Tom was using her as a rebound. 

“Zabrina, I need to talk to harry!” he whispers yells.

“Why? He literally is taking to your wretched ex?” she says with venom in her voice. 

Tom jogs around her, trying to get to you and Harry, While Zabrina dramatically calls after him.

He was too late, though, he saw you from the doors, you were already getting in your getaway car, with Harry. He ruined everything.

Harry and you were sitting in the limousine that was rented for you, before harry states, “He’ll be the one who crying, I promise you.”

“I always knew this is how He’d leave me. He found someone more exciting, and better than me. I was used a discarded like nothing.” you laugh through the tears.

“You’ll find someone who finds you exciting Y/n, and you’ll be their whole world.” he comforts you.

“Good for him I guess, but it’s like we never happened. Like what the fuck is that?” you ask.

“He’s acting like a damn sociopath.” harry shrugs.

You laugh at that one. 

“So what do you want to watch Y/n?”

“Would you hate me if I said legally blonde?”

“Not if we can watch fight club after.” 

“You have a deal, Sir!”

Tom however was stuck, watching you and him on screen. Reminiscing of how he fucked up. 

It was getting close to an intimate scene, probably his favorite one he’s ever done. All he could think about was someone else getting to touch you, and be with you, he wanted that but at the same time, he couldn’t deal with all the shit of being with you. The relationship was too good, so much that Tom thought sometimes he didn’t deserve someone like you. It was probably crazy of him for thinking like that, but he couldn’t bring you down with him, not when he was so fucked up. He wished he could be the one but he couldn’t so he just hoped you were okay.  

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[lovecolibri]

What do you think about all this lucy promo the show is doing? Because Im not worried about her being a LI, as much as I don't trust the writers I think they already assasinated buck's character enough during 5a, so I don't see him cheating. But I still would like for them to focus on the protagonists, I don't care about lucy, so why this massive promotion.

Sorry I'm going to be a "middle of the road" person again, I can't help it.

On the practical side of things, 911 is not doing promo for the 911 fans per se, they are doing promo to entice new viewers, and to entice casual, general audience viewers. So, a new character gets the promo for the hype. Now, why only Lucy is getting the hype and not Greenway? I have a couple of guesses, one being that she's around longer/more/has a larger role because she's here as a foil for Buck and to shine a light on some stuff for him (bless you @stagefoureddiediaz and your post about name meanings), another being that the show has several hot leading men, and they want to promo another attractive female being on the show to draw in viewers, and finally, the actress is (apparently) at least somewhat well known from other things, and doing promo for her is a great way to draw fans of her into 911 and gain new viewers. Promo is ALL about creating buzz, and the stills they released are targeted towards creating the most buzz from the widest range of people, and intriguing new viewers into watching.

This doesn't always end up being great for fandom fans because I literally could not care one single iota about this new character we know next to nothing about who is going to be taking up screen time with Buck after a half season of him languishing in that miserable relationship and not really getting lots of scenes with his normal scene partners (something apparently a lot of the cast were struggling with during 5a as the whole team is fractured). I just want stills of the characters I know and love because they are the ones I want information about!

So, on the less practical, "think of the worst case scenario so you'll be pleasantly surprised instead of disappointed" side of things, I get people being at least a little trepidatious about all of this because we literally just suffered through 5a's pointless focus on the reporter for scenes that we didn't need. And already, I'm hearing people saying that of course Lucy isn't here as a love interest, she's her own person with her own arc or hoping she has her own story outside of being "just a love interest" and it's like...did you all learn nothing from Ghost Stories?! Past is Prologue?! She is currently here to serve a purpose very must like Lena did for Eddie (the season 3 mirroring is very loud) but if people keep it up, we're going to end up right back here again. 🤷‍♀️

The other thing a lot of people seem concerned about/annoyed about people being concerned about, is her being a love interest and Buck cheating because "he would never do that". And besties...*sigh* I wholeheartedly agree with that sentiment, Evan Buckely as we know him would never. And 911 isn't in the habit of just totally throwing out years of character development so I'm not like, irrationally worried. But.

Evan Buckely is not a person, he's a character. And therefore his actions are subject to the whim of the writers. Because honestly? I can't imagine Evan "loyalty streak a mile wide" Buckely would have any desire to continue to pursue a woman who flat out told him she fought to the point of involving lawyers to air that footage of Bobby. Everyone knew Bobby didn't want to give an interview for her, and when she realized Bobby could no longer say "no" to an interview, and in fact was so incapacitated he had no idea an interview was even being conducted or filmed, she pressed forward to get information out of him instead of immediately calling and informing someone that multiple, compromised firefighters were currently driving a firetruck through the streets of LA and responding to a medical emergency. Like, I know that scene is played for laughs and it IS funny! One of my favorite scenes because it's not real so it's just silly fun, but it's something to think about. If Chim had been dosed as well? If he saw that lady with the shoe in her face and panicked and pulled it out causing more damage? If the driver of the firetruck was dosed and crashed? There could have been some serious lawsuits and repercussions to that event because the one person who knew what was going on made the choice to actively NOT tell anyone in order to exploit someone else specifically to get ahead at her job and get herself on tv. 😤😤😤 Every time I think about her actions I am filled with righteous fury.

Sorry, I digress. The point is, Buck knew all this. He knew by the end of 2x06 what kind of person the reporter was, and she is the antithesis of everything he strives to be in life. There is no world in which him continuing to pursue her, to the point of bringing her around Bobby and Athena specifically, makes any sense. I get where we are right now, and we are going to see Buck learning some lessons, but literally any rando women probably could have worked. Now, there's always the theory that the brought her back specifically because people already didn't like her and they wouldn't have to worry about too many people latching on to her character because she wasn't sticking around for that long (though it's definitely already been TOO LONG at this point). And that can be backed up by how every interaction with her and Buck in season 4 reinforces how much they do not trust each other and are not on the same page about anything (she even says they make a bad team!), and don't work. But then again, all that made a lot of us believe she was here just to be a friend for Buck and everyone got hyped about it, and then we all had the gall to make shocked Pikachu faces when they had her kiss Buck, right on the heels of one of THEE most romantic coded Buddie scenes ever.

So you know what? I get why people are a little more cautious and a little worried about this new character. It's NOT in character for Buck to cheat, and it's not in character and doesn't make narrative sense from where we are sitting right now for him to move on to a new relationship immediately after breaking up with Taylor. But. Given that we are just barely on the cusp of Buck having his breakdown? Once Maddie and Chim and Eddie are back where they belong and he's helped as much as he can and has been pushing back his own needs and emotions for so long and might finally have the space to face them? The writers could absolutely make a plausible reasoning for Buck to do some wild "out of character" things. I don't think they will, but then again, I didn't think they'd take the emotional beat of Eddie being shot in front of Buck and make us watch Taylor of all people being the only one to see and attempt to comfort him in the immediate aftermath, or have him start a relationship with her, or have her and literally no one from the 118 be at Eddie's welcome home party, so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

#my sweet nonnie friends #911 #911 spoilers #evan buckley #anti bucktaylor #anti taylor kelly #i'm not tagging this with lucy because i'm not trying to harsh people's vibes #i just do not care about her At All right now #i'm sure once the show starts i'll be able to enjoy what's happening and have fun #like i don't think i'll hate her on site and i feel the potential for her and buck to have some fun banter #which i wouldn't mind because it's been SO LONG since we saw him smiling and having a good time #but again i'm always keeping that skepticism in the back of my brain #also sorry this is so long i haven't eaten yet and i'm grumpy and can't ever shut up

[himbodiaz]

"like, in what world would her major actions make sense for other characters? you think ravi or albert is going to makeout with buck in a bar? you think eddie seeing buck laughing with ravi after a cool rescue is going to make him leave? or that one scene with jonah, you think it would have made sense to for a different character to hear what he was saying?"

you must be very dese to not understand that people are NOT saying the writers should have die her cheating storyline to ravi/albert but only they should have used that screetime for them with a storyline made for them???

"and i think one thing people forget when they’re making these arguments is that both john and anirudh were unavailable to film, because they were working on other projects"

you do realize they got other roles because they literally had the free time to do it? the screentime they're getting per season is in their contracts that means they already knew before the start of the season they could audition for other roles especially anirudh? it's not the other way around he went looking for another job BECAUSE they didn't increase his screentime this season choosing instead of giving screetime to another white woman simple as that

like y'all can like lucy all you want but don't act like people don't have valid reasonns to hate her jfc

okay look, i get chelsea and i are friends and that makes you jealous, and one day you might be able to have some of your own, but come on now. you cannot call me dense and then just ignore my actual point (which i made sure to reiterate, btw). here it is, since you seem to have missed it:

people started hating on lucy the moment they realized she might be an obstacle for buddie. my point was never about diversity and what could or should have been done. my point was about the product that we see on our screens right now.

none of us have any control over casting or storylines or anything of the like, but what we do have control over is our reaction to elements that we dislike. and the fact of the matter is, people are using a legitimate issue as a reason to justify their misogyny and hate for a character that’s done nothing but exist.

like, screentime for actors of colour is an issue that’s apparent across the film and television industry. but the fact of the matter is, people were not this up in arms about lucy until you all panicked and thought she was going to be an obstacle for buddie. again, you can dislike her all you want, i literally could not care less.

my issue is that people are taking an actual issue, and using it as a reason to justify their hate, which screams performative to me. i don’t even care for lucy all that much, she’s just hot. but they way that people go on and on and on about her, and then as an addendum say “oh but it’s okay because i said it’s because i care about screentime for actors of colour” to justify it is so off to me. like if you cared about that issue, and lucy’s role in it, why did the same people i see using screentime as an excuse to be misogynistic, say “omg a new woman at the 118, my bff, my girlfriend <333″ when she was introduced?

like, im sure there are people who have been talking about screentime from the start, and who genuinely care about the issue and its role in 911 casting and writing. but a lot of y’all saw it as someone giving you a reason you deemed valid enough to justify your hate, and ran with it. dislike her all you want, but maybe try and stop being misogynistic about it and people won’t have an issue <3

#drew speaks #anon #ANYWAY i have actual adult things to do #also why are you coming onto my blog HOURS after chelsea said anything on twitter and quoting a post that i wrote #days ago. like chelsea and i are not the same person #and baby i know what my post says you don't need to quote it back to me i wrote those words myself :)

[half-filled-inkpot]

Go Stream Your Name Engraved Herein NOW

I’m tired of people dismissing the depth and beauty of works because they don’t understand the cultural and historical context and are unwilling to delve deeper. I’ve heard the vocal confusion and dismissal of the short film Bao and the complaints that the Mahjong scene in Crazy Rich Asians was too long and too difficult to understand for people who’ve never played Mahjong. But I won’t let this mentality negatively frame the reception of Your Name Engraved Herein. I’ve read too many interpretations of the movie that will influence how many people will watch it and hinder appreciation for it and I cannot sit idly by. So here’s why I appreciated and loved Your Name Engraved Herein and think that what other people interpreted as shortcomings are actually in fact strengths. 

In 2019, Taiwan approved same-sex marriage, marking a step of progress in Asia. Reviews of the film Your Name Engraved Herein view that this forward direction should be celebrated more throughout the film, believing that the heavy mood and painful scenes of bigotry hindered the potential of the film. Many have thought that the toxic values of the past dominated the film’s atmosphere, casting a somber mood and making it difficult to stomach. But I think these elements were essential in reminding us that not everyone had the opportunity to love openly and celebrate, and although Taiwan has made progress, what about those that grew up under a time where such rights were denied? 

I think the film is an intimate and beautiful homage to the people who lived through such a difficult time and had to fight for such rights--the director’s own experiences, the reference to activist Chi Chia-wei. Despite the tough topics and the painful bullying that we see, I think the film ends with beautiful light and hope. 

Spoilers ahead

Where critically acclaimed and famous Taiwanese films like Us and Them and You Are the Apple of My Eye use flashbacks to create an air of nostalgia and to remind us that maybe all we have to share is our past, untouchable memories, Your Name Engraved Herein uses flashbacks and time leaps to instead paint a more hopeful future. Their first love was an epic story. It’s painful realizing that they never got the same privilege as so many of us to have a happy family or spend life together, growing old. But where the protagonists in Us and Them and You Are the Apple of My Eye only have the past, our Jia-Han and Birdy have the future for the taking. Jia-Han’s younger self once held reservation and denial but he has instead transformed into one willing to accept his love and act on it, searching for Birdy despite the years. Despite the time and distance, they still share the same lively and youthful banter. While one may interpret the ending scene of what could’ve been and what they were cheated of, I like to think of it as a reunion instead. They are finally able to return to maybe the most tumultuous but also happiest time of their life. Now, with the recent change in Taiwan, they finally have a chance to make more memories together. 

I loved the framing of the story and think it demanded audience engagement. The movie opens with Jia-Han meeting Birdy. We then see that Jia-Han is reminiscing about his story with Birdy to the priest from Montreal that works at the Catholic all-boy’s boarding school. Immediately, Jia-Han’s and Birdy’s connection is apparent. They have furtive glances, genuine concern, and intimate moments. Birdy at first seems free-spirited, without fear of the opinions of others and authority. He’s vocal, righteous, and a bit rebellious. Jia-Han, in contrast, is more timid, constantly aware of the opinions of others and the rules. While he knows what is wrong and feels bad about it, he often follows or acts as a complacent party. But as Birdy and Jia-Han witness the detaining of activist Chi Chia-wei, we see that Birdy is more introspective and serious, unable to turn a blind-eye of the issues still prevalent despite the recent end of martial law in Taiwan. And Jia-Han, in the presence of Birdy, is more carefree and happy. It’s as if they have switched and turned off their outside persona. Birdy’s impulsivity gives Jia-Han joy and only Jia-Han’s presence can qualm Birdy’s inner thoughts and worries. We get to see how these characters deeply value each other. As the evening sets and the world around falls to slumber, it feels as if they are the only ones in the world and we, as viewers, are fully immersed in their story. The cinematography is halting as we see them zoom around in the city alone, untouched and in their own worlds. 

Jia-Han feels as if the world revolved only around them. So when Ban-Ban walks into the picture, I was awed by Jia-Han’s portrayal of jealousy and felt his pain because he was unable to walk by the side of Birdy in the way that he wanted to. The actor’s body language sells a stellar performance, but it is the dialogue and outburst at the father who is attempting to tend to Jia-Han’s wounds that show Jia-Han’s raw and powerful emotions. Whether or not it was intentional by the director, I think at this moment we question the timeline and framing of the story. What events led up to this moment with Jia-Han’s major head wound? When the priest says “If he doesn’t love you, don’t force him to” and “care doesn’t necessarily mean love,” I was stunned by this exchange, thinking that it was quite evident that Birdy and Jia-Han had love for each other. But then it made me ponder if this narrative told only from Jia-Han’s point of view was a deliberate choice made for us to question perspective and reality, how our vision becomes tainted when our feelings are involved. The powerful performance and film raised such immediate questions, causing wonder as we viewed the film in real time instead of afterwards, which made for a delightful and thought-provoking experience. 

In a truly climatic point, we finally see how all of the events led to the current moment. We see how Jia-Han gets a head injury and how the priest becomes his confidant. This pivotal mark not only has an approximately two hour momentum, but it is also powerfully performed by our two leads who at this point are passionate, protective, and broken-hearted. We witness a full range of love. Initially, at the beginning, we saw subtle and restrained affection, fleeting touches, and silent companionship. But as the story progresses, we see that these feelings can no longer be bottled. There are moments of visible and passionate concern and instinctual attempts at protection. This development shows the complexity, beauty, and pain of love. It is truly a breath-taking thing to see come alive on screen. While Jia-Han at this point becomes ready to vocalize and admit his feelings, Birdy is unable to and their lives diverge. 

A time leap gives us privy to Jia-Han’s closure. After he visits the resting grounds of the priest from his high-school days, he is able to offer his support to who is hinted to be the priest’s lover, reassuring that he was a good man, that the love was true, and that he will go to heaven. The reveal that the priest is gay encourages viewers to rewatch the dialogue with this new information to help drive our new interpretations. 

Already, I have re-watched this tear-jerking film a number of times. The steady pacing makes each scene seem essential despite the long 1 hour and 54 minute run time. Yet it passes quickly and we are left yearning for more. Aesthetically pleasing, the beautiful shots underscored by the accompanying, swelling music provide stunning visuals. As the camera focuses on the two leads, their outbursts don’t appear as overly done or too dramatic. Rather, the performances feel heart-breakingly real. In part, I think this is built on the focus on the details. The camera seems to linger a little longer on the faces of the actors, making us fully digest what they are conveying to us. This attention to detail highlights everything spoken and unspoken. 

I highly recommend this film. It reminds us that not everyone is fortunate and we all still have room for progress. But simultaneously it is tender and heart-warming, moving and touching, poignant and thoughtful. The powerful dynamic between the leads, the artistic filming, and the strong performance elevate this film to a truly inspiring, epic love story. Everything about it feels deliberate, personal and handcrafted gift for us to truly treasure. So I will cherish it and share it and I hope you do too.

#Jia-Han #birdy #your name engraved herein

[technofantasia]

Rise of the TMNT Timeline

Alright, by piecing together some clues from the show and making some educated guesses, I’ve put together a tentative chronology for Rise!

(Note: not all episodes are included, just a couple that either have timeline evidence or are somehow plot notable. This is assuming the canonical episode order is also chronological order.)

[EDIT] Added some more information (namely Splinter’s birthday month).

1600s-ish: The Shredder was created and sealed away September 1960: Splinter was born 1966: Splinter’s mother left (Finale part 1 flashback) 1979: Splinter left for America (Finale part 1 flashback) 1980-1984: Splinter became an action film star, dated around 1984: Splinter started dating Big Mama 1987: Splinter’s “Hot Soup: the Game” was released 1989: Splinter proposed to Big Mama, was imprisoned in Battle Nexus November 2002: April was born April-August 2003: (Presumably) Raph was born April-August 2004: (Presumably) Leo and Donnie were born April-August 2005: (Presumably) Mikey was born October 2005: Splinter and the Turtles were mutated February 2014: The first Lair Games was held 2014-2016: Donnie made his first battleshell, goggles, and tech bracer Early 2018: Piebald was flushed August 2018: Mystic Mayhem (the series begins), Down with the Sickness September 2018: The Turtle Tank was created (The Fast and the Furriest), Bug Busters, Hypno part Deux October 2018: Bullhop,  Evil League of Mutants, Shelldon was first created (Smart Lair), Shadow of Evil November 2018: April’s 16th Birthday (Warren and Hypno), April meets Sunita (Operation: Normal) December 2018: Snow Day January 2019: S1 Finale February 2019: The sixth Lair Games was held (Lair Games), Repairin’ the Baron March 2019: Air Turtle April-May 2019: S2 Finale

(Reasoning below the cut!)

So. Assuming that the episodes occur in chronological order, we can reasonably assume that the course of the show proper takes around or slightly less than a year.

In Hypno Part Deux, April is going to a homecoming dance; homecoming dances happen usually around the beginning of the school year, in late September or early October. Since she is canonically 15 at the time (she says she’s 16 in Always Be Brownies, which happens after her birthday) and has a birthday that comes after homecoming, that would likely make her a high school junior! That’s not important, just a fun fact. Placing the beginning of the series around August makes sense, then, since it’d be before April started school and during flu season, giving Splinter a good reason for catching the rat flu in Down with the Sickness.

The other solid time marker we have is Snow Day, which obviously takes place during snow season in New York (which is usually December to March). It’d likely be closer to December, since I’d like to imagine that they would have gone out to have fun in the snow as soon as they could have, potentially even at first snow. Since Lair Games comes chronologically after Snow Day and confirms the year as being 2019, we can assume that most episodes that happen before Snow Day happened in 2018 while those after happened in 2019.

Another, slightly more tenuous time marker is Bullhop, where a calendar is shown that says the 21st of the month was on a Sunday; by our previous assumption, this is 2018, so a calendar shows this must have been during the month of October, which falls in line with the rest of our timeline here! Neat. The 2018-2019 NBA season went from October 6 to April 10, so, since Air Turtle presumably showed a late season game with potential for turnaround, early March seems like a fair bet. All of those episodes combined give a pretty good sense of time throughout the series, spanning from probably around August 2018 to Mid-2019. The finale could have happened any time after March and before June (when high school would end, meaning Sloppy Joe wouldn’t have had to be working Draxum’s kitchen). Because there were quite a few episodes that should have happened before the finale, though, I’ll split the difference and say the S2 finale happened in or around May.

Fun detail: by this timeline, April’s birthday is sometime between October and December/January, likely November (seeing as it comes after Bullhop but before Snow Day, and judging by the fall colors of the foliage in Operation Normal which comes directly after her birthday episode.)

As for the brothers, we can assume that they might have different birthdays judging by how in Lair Games, Mikey says that one of his favorite days is “my birthday”; if they all shared a birthday, he might have been more likely to say “our birthday”. They were mutated sometime close to October, but since they didn’t seem to see the date of their mutation as anything special in ELoM, we can assume they don’t celebrate it as their birthday. We know that at the beginning of the show, Mikey is 13, Leo and Donnie are 14, and Raph is 15; at no point during the show do any of them have a birthday, which leads me to assume that they are the same ages by the S2 finale. They COULD have had a birthday offscreen, but since birthdays are a pretty big thing for teenagers, I’d think that if one of them had a birthday it would be pretty noteworthy. I’ll just guess and say they didn’t have one. If that’s the case, then all of their birthdays would be some time between April-ish and August-ish. By the time the show starts, then, they would have already had their birthdays, confirming for us their (probably only guessed anyway but whatever) birth years as 2003, 2004, and 2005. Realistically, Splinter probably didn’t know how much older Raph was from any of the others or anything like that, but the years are still somewhat important for age calculation purposes. I could try to guess their birthday months by saying they might all have wanted a unique birthday month, but that would be complete conjecture on my part (as compared to the rest of this which is just mostly conjecture), and would honestly be more headcanon territory than an educated guess? So for the timeline I’ll just say that their birthdays are between April and August.

Now, reaching further backwards to figure out Splinter’s life timeline!

In Splinter’s memories in E-turtle Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, we see a clip of a teenage Splinter. Said “teenage splinter” looks to be on the older side of teenager, as he seems to have his own apartment and just looks older besides, so I’d place him at either 18 or 19 (leaning towards 19). Additionally, taking a look around his room, it looks like he might be using a Sony Walkman (first made in 1979), and has what looks to be a Star Wars poster on his wall (1977). Additionally, he has a TV in his room that looks to be a Toshiba Blackstripe model that was popular in the mid-to-late 70s. While I can’t tell if he does actually have a walkman or not, I’d probably place this scene as being 1978 or 1979 anyway, so let’s just say it’s 1979. If he was 19 in 1979, that would place Splinter’s birth year as 1960, which is nice and even so I’m keeping it. That would make Splinter 58-59 during the course of the show, which seems to track! He has a birthday in Mascot Melee (the turtles are buying him a new robe as a birthday present), which, according to my episode timeline, puts his birthday around early September.

The flashback of Splinter as a kid is a little bit tricky, since he looks to be about five or six judging by how he acts in the scene? But he’s also holding a Kamen Rider doll, and that show didn’t exist until 1971. I nonetheless place the scene in 1966, since this is a cartoon and hey, maybe the Kamen Rider equivalent came out a few years earlier in this world, who cares. The bottle flip challenge already apparently happened in 2014 here, why not move some other stuff around? This exercise has already had me comparing calendar days, I will not be deterred

In Many Unhappy Returns, the clapperboard for the film “Crouching Shrimp, Hidden Tiger Prawn” in Splinter’s flashback shows that it was 1984 when he first met Big Mama, meaning that he was not only Lou Jitsu by then (at just 24 years old!), but that he had been making movies for at least a few years. After all, he and Big Mama were supposedly inseparable after meeting, and in The Shadow of Evil, it’s shown that Splinter did date around a bit as a star. Assuming that rat dad isn’t the cheating type, that would have had to be before meeting Big Mama. In Fists of Furry, Splinter mentions that he hasn’t seen any of his dojos in thirty years; while he may not have meant literally thirty years on the dot, assuming he’s at least close, that would mean that he was first abducted around 1989 (age 29). At that point, he and Big Mama would have been dating for around 5 years, which seems like a reasonable amount of time for him to wait before proposing. He also would have had time to build up quite a bit of fame as a movie star; the game he had of him looks to be on a system similar to the Atari 2600 and in fact looks pretty similar to the real life game “Kung Fu Master” that came out on Atari in 1987, a year which would have been the prime of his career. Sure, that date works as well as any. After that point, we know he was imprisoned in the Battle Nexus until Baron Draxum kidnapped him in order to use his DNA to mutate the turtles 13 years before The Evil League of Mutants. That would have placed his kidnapping and their mutations at around October of 2005, judging by the monthly timeline of the show. So, Splinter would have been around 45 when he adopted the turtles, after having been imprisoned and forced to fight for ~16 straight years. Dang.

Finally, I figured that the whole deal with Shredder and Karai would have happened at some point in the 1600s as it was 18 generations ago, judging by the number of “greats” in Karai’s grandma title, and if you average out a generation to be about 20-25 years, that lands you in the range of the 15th century. That works especially because Ninja apparently first started becoming a thing in the 15th century, so the timing checks out well enough.

(and, just as an extra fun note for the timeline, the lair games was said to have been going on for 6 years as of early 2019, meaning it must have started in 2014. We see that, in 2014 (year 1 of the Lair Games), Donnie doesn’t have his goggles or battleshell and is instead wearing glasses. In 2016 (year 3), though, he looks about the same as he does in the present, meaning he must have created all his tech that he wears on him (battleshell, goggles, tech bracer) between 2014 and 2016.)

So, the above timeline is a guesstimated and shoved around compilation of all this totally meaningless investigation, typed in a form that makes some kind of chronological sense! I hope that someone finds it useful, or just fun to think about :D

#tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #hunny rambles #this took... way too much time and effort #but its useful for fanfiction i guess!!! #reference

[daydreamrry]

I think that DeuxMoi is saying that nothing new is happening with them because they know that it is going to be ending amicably before or right when he goes on tour, and they want to say that they are still serious, so that it doesn’t cause suspicion to their brain dead followers, I mean also DeuxMoi isn’t allowed to share anything about h, so if they said that it’s not serious, the rumors end up being true that they can’t share anything about him (like photos or sightings), so of course they will be saying that they are still going strong, even though that is not the case. I hope this makes sense, but don’t pay any attention to DeuxMoi, they aren’t working with h, and I don’t believe that they are working with o or the stunt anymore because they are making it natural and shocking when the breakup happens. Like this is PR 101. They won’t push the stunt any further because of how much of a liability o is in the film industry and how she is losing opportunities and money left and right, and how much hate they are getting and how much interests have been lost of the movie because of them. Like I said, it’s a business, and it’s like the economy, when people arent buying what you are producing, you end the production, before you get bankrupted. Like all of you guys are saying that it’s a contracted pr stunt, but it’s not contracted at all, she jumped into the stunt because she wasted so much money on the film and had no money left for marketing and the crew were starting to complain that miss o didn’t do any work and other drama behind the scenes. The stunt was supposed to end in March 2021, and the breakup article has already been written then, but because of the behind the scenes issues with DWD, they kept pushing it, but they are seeing that is a mistake because of how much more hate they are getting on a daily basis and causing more suspicion about how she apparently cheated on J. Nobody is on their sides, and bad pr isn’t good pr. It just isn’t the case at all. Money and people’s careers are on the fucking line and nobody even her, wants that. Sure, she likes the attention, but I seriously doubt that she enjoys the hate and losing all of the opportunities that she was in talks to do. It’s common sense.

😮😮

#holivia stunt #holivia

[caspianjames]

BONUS Up And Coming: Julie and the Phantoms

Up and Coming: Julie and the Phantoms Jennifer McCreedy, Junior Correspondent 

On this month’s issue of Up and Coming I had the privilege of sitting down with one of America’s biggest up and coming bands, Julie and the Phantoms. Julie Molina (17), Reggie Peters (18), Alex Mercer (17), and Luke Patterson (17) began rapidly gaining popularity as YouTube stars last fall. They created music videos for songs they wrote themselves, editing them to appear as if the band were ghosts “popping in” behind Julie. Don’t understand what I mean? You can click here to check it out for yourself!

The band has a strong air of camaraderie, and it’s the first thing I notice when I walk into the room with them. They’re all piled on our big interview couch, Molina and Mercer are pressed together whispering. Patterson is bantering with Peters and flicks him in the forehead. They’re like any group of teenagers bordering on adulthood, excited and eager to please. It’s immediately apparent that to all of them, the band has a deep meaning of friendship and support. 

Of course, the first topic of conversation was about the band - what inspired the structure of their music videos, how they got their name, and which came first - the ghost music videos or the ghost band! 

“Since my mom died, my brother has really been into ghosts,” Molina explained to me. “It was actually his idea for the band to pop in like that. My dad does videography as his job, so he was able to help us film and edit. My best friend, Flynn Taylor, came up with the band name.”

The boys all laugh when I ask if they liked the name right away or if there were discussions before they went public with it. “Flynn doesn’t do discussions,” Mercer smiles at Julie like there’s an inside joke there. There probably is, seeing how close these four are. “They came up with the name and made us posters, Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter before even asking us what we thought.”

“We loved it,” Peters is quick to jump in. “And we love Flynn. She knew we’d like it, or they wouldn’t have gone ahead with everything.”

Flynn Taylor, Julie’s best friend, doubles as the band manager - she is on tour with them, but opted not to be present for the interview. 

Since beginning their tour with Panic! At the Disco, all their videos have amassed over one million views each on YouTube and their music has been released on Spotify with startlingly quick success. Molina, I discovered, is actually the newest member of the band, although I would never have known from watching the four bandmates interact. She is also the youngest by a year, having just had her seventeenth birthday as the boys are all turning eighteen, but she holds herself with a quiet confidence that all the boys seem to look to. Even this early into the interview they defer to her to answer questions and look to her for reactions to their own answers. 

This made it especially surprising to find out that the band existed before Julie joined it, just under a different name. Sunset Curve. Clearly, it did not have the popularity that Julie and the Phantoms has even a few months into their creation. “We played a couple school shows and stuff,” Patterson told me, “but nothing clicked until we met Julie.” Luke Patterson carries a humming energy with him that comes across in his words. In true rocker fashion, he struggles to sit still, tapping his fingers on his thighs and softly bouncing on the couch. 

Unsurprisingly, Molina used similar words to describe the band’s first meeting. “The first time I sang with them at school we just clicked,” she says, smiling at Luke. 

Of course, given their success, I had to ask the question everyone wants to know. How did they end up opening for Panic! At the Disco, despite being relatively unknown outside the Los Angeles music scene previous to their debut at The Orpheum?

“We’ve seen some wild theories,” Mercer confides to me with a small smile on his face. He is arguably the most subdued of the group and generally seems content to watch his bandmates answer my questions. Don’t be fooled, though - not only is he a phenomenal drummer, he also sings backup vocals for Julie and the Phantoms. “My favouirte theory was one that caught a lot of steam on Twitter about us using ‘ghost powers’,” he adds air quotes with his hands and laughs, “to hide the scheduled opener’s tour bus and then pop into the venue in their place at the time they were supposed to perform.”

The whole band laughs at this - clearly it is a favourite theory amongst them. Peters adds, though, that it was clearly an unfounded theory given that “Julie doesn’t have any ghost powers, anyways. That’s why it’s Julie and the Phantoms. But I’d kill for ghost powers in real life.” When I ask what he’d use them for, though, he seems stumped. “I think it would just be cool to walk through walls.” We’re with you on that one, Reggie!

But what actually did happen to get them into the coveted opening spot at The Orpheum? Molina gives me a modest smile when I ask. “We were honestly just in the right place at the right time,” she explains. 

Patterson picks up the story from there with a little bit more flair, telling me that the opening band had actually gotten food poisoning - “from a street dog vendor, believe it or not” - and the manager of the Orpheum happened to be familiar with the Julie and the Phantoms YouTube page. 

“Since we were local,” Peters explains, “It was just a phone call. And then suddenly we were on stage doing a proper professional soundcheck for the first time in our lives.”

“Everything moved so fast after that,” Patterson adds. Each of his bandmates nod in agreement as he speaks. “We blinked and we were on a tour bus, suddenly.”

It seems that the band is handling the change well, though. 

“It’s definitely different,” Molina tells me. “We have to be responsible for our own school and make sure we’re turning in assignments on time. There’s a lot of driving and a lot of time to kill. We can get on each other’s nerves quite a bit, but there’s always a lot of time for songwriting, too.”

When I prompt her about who gets on who’s nerves, the whole band turns in tandem to look at Luke. He laughs and shrugs at me. “I’m an early riser,” he explains. “I like music in my hands twenty-four seven. I always have my guitar, but it isn’t always appreciated.”

“We’ve had to compromise,” Mercer says with a long-suffering sigh. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was the oldest of the group. “Luke isn’t allowed to start playing music until eleven in the morning the day after a show.”

As for being on tour with Panic!, none of them seem all too bothered by the fame of the headliners. “They’re really cool,” Peters explains to me. “They’ve been doing this a long time and they always have advice for us which I think we really value right now.”

Otherwise, though, the band seems to keep to themselves. When asked about their favouirte hobbies, Peters speaks at length about Star Wars. “I can’t watch the prequels before bed,” he says. His bandmates groan and shake their heads, although he seems unbothered. “Jar-Jar gives me nightmares.”

Other than Star Wars, “We try to make sure we get time and space for ourselves every day,” Molina says. “It’s a lot of us in a small space, and if we don’t get away from each other for a bit we argue a lot more.”

When I ask each of them who their favourite bandmate is to live with, all the boys say Julie and then turn expectantly for her answer. “I suppose Flynn doesn’t count as a bandmate,” she said with a sigh. “Probably Alex, but we live together normally so it’s not something that’s new.”

Mercer confirms this piece of information with a nod and a smile. “I prefer sharing a room with your brother to sharing a bus with you, though,” he says to Julie. She just rolls her eyes. 

When pushed, Mercer elaborates a little bit. “I’ve been living with Julie’s family for my senior year. It’s a better environment for me and is much closer to our school than where I lived. My parents are happy that it gives me more time to focus on school.”

Since I have Mercer’s attention now, I ask him a question I’ve been dying to know the answer to. Does he know what a role model he is to gay and questioning children and teens that get to see him be himself so publicly? 

As all the boys have been doing, he looks to Julie before answering. “I don’t think about it much, to be honest,” he says candidly. “If people think I’m a role model then I’m glad, but I’m just me. And being gay is part of me, a part of me that’s always been completely accepted by my band, just like my drumming or my singing.”

There was no tension, the band members explain, upon finding out about Alex’s sexuality. “No one was surprised when Alex came out,” Patterson adds. “We were only, like, twelve when he came out to us, anyway. It’s just a fact about who he is. Like, Alex is gay and hates mornings and I play the guitar and love mornings and we’re best friends.”

“Plus, I’m bisexual,” Peters adds, “So it would be hypocritical to have a problem with Alex.”

“I’m pansexual,” Patterson pipes up again. “And Alex being himself helped me figure out that part of myself.”

Molina doesn’t seem to have much to add. “Alex was already out when I met him,” she says. “It was never a surprise and someone’s sexuality shouldn’t be something that causes tension or makes people upset anyways.”

When I point out that it has seemed to cause some tension among fans, they all sigh. For unaware readers, the band has been stirring up quite the debate on Twitter and Instagram amongst fans and haters alike as to who is dating who. Patterson and Molina confirmed their relationship before going on tour and have been dating since before their band became popular. Recently, a Twitter user attending a Julie and the Phantoms meet and greet noted the closeness between Molina and Peters, causing fans to speculate that Molina is cheating on Patterson with Peters. When I ask if they'd like to address it, however, they all nod. 

“Luke and I have been dating for a few months,” Julie says, “very happily. Neither of us have cheated on each other, nor would we ever. But we’re both also dating Reggie.”

When I ask for clarification, Peters adds, “I’m dating Luke and Julie, just like Julie is dating me and Luke and Luke is dating Julie and me.” Although it doesn’t sound clear, it does seem to be clear for them. 

“We’d like people to give us our privacy, although we know that probably won’t happen,” Molina says. “We’re allowed to define our own relationships in the way that works for us, we don’t have to hold them up to anyone else’s expectations or preconceived notions of what a relationship should look like.”

When I ask if there’s anything they’d like to add before we wrap up, Patterson pipes up with a confident “Yes.” 

“We’re Julie and the Phantoms,” he says, prompting Peters to follow up with “Tell your friends!”

Tell your friends, indeed. You can find Julie and the Phantoms everywhere that Panic! At the Disco is playing for the next four weeks. 

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