#caption it? nah nah it's pretty self-explanatory

[kotdish]

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #scout #my art #caption it? nah nah it's pretty self-explanatory #my apparent viet obsession with glam nails is obvious

[jeonghanniesfool]

Carat Selca Day

Genre: Fluff

If you are on Carat Amino, you might have seen me post this there.

A scenario where Joshua sees your Carat Selca Day selca.

It was a quiet day in Seventeen's studio. After what seemed to be the hundredth hour of practice, they were taking a break; each taking to their respective spots to rest. Some decided to scroll through their phones and others were sprawled on the ground for a power nap. "Hyung, what's a carat selca day?" Dino asked suddenly to no one in particular. Mingyu raised an eyebrow at the maknae. "Isn't it self explanatory?" "Carats upload a selca alongside their bias' selca." Joshua added, scrolling through the hashtag on twitter. 

"Oohhhh." Dino said, staring at his phone intensely. "Wanna play a game?" Hoshi plopped himself on the ground next to Joshua. "Let's go through and count how many Carats put ourselves as their bias. So I would see how many posted me." "What is the point of this game?" Joshua shook his head. "If it's for your curiosity then I guess it's fine but you'd better not make a competition about this." "Nah nah nah." Hoshi reassured his hyung. "Just out of curiosity." "Let's do it!" Dino agreed. Mingyu nodded in agreement as well. "Should we call the others?" Within a few moments, all 13 members were gathered into the studio. They were seated on the ground scrolling through the hashtag on their phones, counting silently to themselves. "...she's cute..." Joshua's comment, barely above a whisper, snatched the attention of the entire group. "Who? Who? Who?" S'Coups asked immediately, clambering over the other members to peer over Joshua's shoulder. The other members immediately huddled around Joshua to see who Joshua had complimented. "Ah it's no one." Joshua said immediately, moving his phone out of the reach of the other members. Mingyu easily snatched the phone from Joshua's grasp and showed the image to the other members. "She's just your type, Shua-hyung." The8 commented. Jeonghan plucked the phone from The8's hands and clicked on the profile of the owner of the post in question. He immediately began to scroll through your feed. "Definitely a girl your type, Shua." Jeonghan smirked. "And she likes you. Her selca day is with you." He frowned at the caption. "Too bad I can't understand what it says though." As if this was his cue, Vernon took the phone from Jeonghan. "It says 'I love you Joshua!! I hope you see this post, but even if you don't I hope you know that I respect you and admire your talents! I hope you, along with the rest of Seventeen, go far and become even more successful!'" Vernon easily translated the post over for the other members to understand. "Her name is.... y/n." Seungkwan read the name slowly, his Korean accent messing up with the pronunciation of the name. "You should compliment her, hyung." DK jumped in. "Go on your fake account and tell her she's pretty." Hoshi added. "Maybe you can start a conversation with her." Seungkwan finished. "Wouldn't this cause a scandal if they were to ever get together?" Woozi spoke, shattering the gag trio's imagination. Turning his attention to Joshua, he asked. "Would you even date her, hyung?" Joshua took a long look at your picture. "Would if I could." Was his response after the long pause. "Just message her!! She'll never even know it's you!" Hoshi urged. "I'm going to come off as creepy." Joshua protested. "You're Seventeen's gentleman, hyung, I don't think you can come off as creepy." Jun reassured him. "Do it do it do it!!" The gag trio urged. With the support of his members, Joshua logged onto his side twitter account and pressed reply on your selca day post. With encouragement and suggestions from Vernon, he began to piece together a compliment to send to you. "Alright... here goes.." Joshua pressed send, sat back, and hoped that you would not find his compliment creepy.

After much encouragement from your friends, you finally decided to post for Carat Selca Day. Of course, you were worried. You weren’t that confident in your own appearance, and putting it next to your bias? Surely all the other Carats on Twitter would think badly of your appearance.

You had to remind yourself that you had a lot of faith in your fellow Carats. Everyone was super nice and supportive, so you were sure that no one would criticize you... hopefully.

And then there was the prospect of the members of Seventeen seeing you. Wouldn’t it be shameful if the idols you admired so much had to see your face?

You then resolved to post the picture but abstain from writing a caption. That way, your post would go unnoticed. No one would see it and you could show your appreciation for Seventeen without being ashamed of yourself.

When you informed your friends of your decision, they denied it immediately.

“You love Seventeen so much, why would you skip out on a chance to show how much you appreciate them and how much you wish for them to be successful and do well?”

Sighing, you stared at your post dedicated to your bias, Joshua. You cringed a bit at the message you had written. If he came across this... he would be able to understand the English, and you weren’t sure you were ready for that level of acknowledgement. Your friend did not hesitate to snatch your phone from you and tweet your draft for you.

“What you have you done??” You protested.

“If I hadn’t done it, you never would have.” Your friend insisted. “Don’t worry, Y/N, you won’t regret this.” You sighed. What’s done is done. You stared at the post with your selca next to Joshua’s and hoped for the best.

Approximately 20 minutes later, you got a notification from Twitter. Fearing for the worst, you picked up your phone and stared at the notification on the screen.

User: j.englishmaster: hi! I’m trying not to come off as creepy here >.< but I just wanted to tell you that you’re really pretty and that your message to Joshua for carat selca day was really sweet

You stared at your screen, then opened up Twitter. Who was this person and why did they decide to message you like this?

Y/N: thank you for the compliment! I take it you’re a fellow carat?

J.englishmaster: i guess i am? ^^

Y/N: that’s cool! if you’re comfortable with it, you should post a selca for carat selca day too! You never know if you’re going to be noticed by Seventeen!

A few months passed and Seventeen was finally doing a fan sign in your city. You had finally been able to save enough money to purchase a ticket and found yourself in the line to the stage, album clutched in hand.

“You’re up.” The security guard said gruffly, gesturing to the steps to the stage. You walk down the line, greeting each member enthusiastically, shaking Mingyu’s hand, being compared with Woozi’s height, arm wrestling Dino, having a brief conversation about your day with Vernon.

Then you finally reached Joshua.

“Hi.” Your greeting was barely above a whisper.

Joshua looked up and stared right into your eyes. He was surprised to see that the girl standing in front of him was the girl whose picture he had seen on Carat Selca Day, the girl that he had been so attracted to. Your quiet voice caused him to gasp, but he stifled it quickly. He smiled warmly.

“Hi! What’s your name?” He asked, taking the album you were holding to sign it.

“Y/N.” you responded, fighting to keep your voice steady. “it’s really nice to meet you.” He looked up at you and smiled again, his smile reaching his eyes.

“It’s great to finally meet you.” He said mysteriously and handed the album back, his hand brushing against yours.

In a daze, you returned to your seat, album in hand, heart still pounding. You flipped through your album, carefully reading all the messages they had left you. You found Joshua’s scrawled on his own image.

His message read:

You’re super pretty, Y/N, and just as sweet as I thought you would be. HOpe to see you again soon!

-j.englishmaster 

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[greed-the-dorkalicious]

So as some of you know, I’ve been working on chapter 8 of BLaD, but now that I’m working on the rewrite it probably won’t be finished for quite some time. Plus I have no idea how many scenes I’m going to have to change, and I can already see some problems with this one... A lot of it, if not almost all of it, will probably be scrapped. But I don’t want what I’ve already written to go to waste, so I’m going to post it here.

Chapter 8, about half finished, still labeled as chapter 7 in the doc:

“I want a TV for my room.”

Dio raised an eyebrow as he glanced up from his chair at Jonathan, who was looming over Dio with his arms crossed and lips drawn tight into a frown.

“Making demands now, are we?” Dio questioned amusedly. “And here I thought you were polite.”

“After everything you’ve put me through, I see no reason to be polite. You told me I could have whatever I want- except for, you know, my freedom- so I want my own TV,” Jonathan repeated.

Dio snorted. “Really, where have your manners gone? What would that little wife of yours say?”

Jonathan actually laughed out loud at that. “You’re joking, right? Some of the most vulgar things I’ve ever heard anyone say were things Erina said about you,” he pointed out bitterly.

Dio frowned briefly, looking grave for a moment, before quickly returning to his usual smug demeanor.

“Fine. I’ll see to it that you get a TV,” he promised.

Jonathan smiled slightly, nodding in satisfaction. “Th- Good,” he said, quickly correcting himself after almost saying “thank you”; politeness was a habit for him, but it was a courtesy Dio did not deserve.

Dio snickered at Jonathan’s slip-up, but Jonathan paid it no mind as he abruptly turned around to leave. He walked with conviction, not in the mood to be in Dio’s company any longer than necessary.

“By the way, a friend of mine will be joining us for dinner tomorrow,” Dio called after him.

Jonathan ignored the offhand comment, leaving the room without looking back.

---

Dio had stayed true to his word, and within a few hours a TV was brought to Jonathan’s room, along with a lovely wooden cabinet to house it.

“Alright, that should do it,” d’Arby declared as he arranged some cords so they were out of the way. “Let me know if you have any problems.”

“Thank you,” Jonathan told him. From what he’d heard from Jotaro, d’Arby wasn’t exactly a shining beacon of morality, but Jonathan still just couldn’t help but be polite to anyone other than Dio.

D’Arby nodded, and placed the remote on the nightstand before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

Several moments after d’Arby had left, as Jonathan studied the TV’s remote, Jotaro materialized in the air next to him. Though he did catch the telltale shimmer of light out of the corner of his eye, it felt more like Jonathan sensed Jotaro’s appearance than anything.

“Why do you need a TV in your room?” Jotaro asked, sounding slightly puzzled, although (as usual) his face showed little trace of emotion.

Jonathan smiled at Jotaro. “It’s for you, silly,” he answered with a slight laugh.

Jotaro frowned in confusion. “For… me?” he repeated hesitantly, confused by the answer. A TV? For him? Why?

“I thought it would be nice, give you something fun to do when I’m reading or whatever,” Jonathan replied. “And the only other TV is in the living room, and I know you don’t come out when there might be other people around, so now you can watch whatever you want without having to hide,” he explained with a gentle smile.

This... was surprising to Jotaro. Which was to be expected; He'd spent the past month living a solitary, hellish existence, with his friends and family gone. His only companion was Jonathan, who was nice enough, but usually busy with his own misery. Jotaro had almost forgotten what it was like to actually receive attention and care from someone else.

"...Thanks," he said honestly, feeling somewhat speechless.

Perhaps Jotaro's face showed more gratitude than his voice did, because Jonathan smiled widely, seemingly quite pleased with his accomplishment. "You're welcome! I hope you like it," he said excitedly.

Hesitantly, Jotaro reached for the remote, staring at it for a moment with a feeling he couldn’t place. Suspicion? Hostility? Some sort of vague feeling like it wasn’t real? It had been so long since any sort of positive anything had happened to him, it almost seemed like his brain (...his figurative brain, anyway) had deemed it a trap of some sort, that it was too good to be true, there had to be some sort of catch. The very concept of something good happening had become so foreign to Jotaro that it made him anxious. It felt like if he dared to indulge in a moment of pleasure, he would suffer even more in punishment.

“...Jotaro? Are you alright?” Jonathan interrupted, pulling Jotaro back to reality.

“Yeah, why?” Jotaro answered.

“Well, it’s just… You’ve been staring at the remote for a while now,” Jonathan pointed out worriedly.

“Oh. Uh, sorry,” Jotaro replied with a frown. What was he doing?

Jotaro shook his head in disbelief, and tried to remind himself that there was nothing wrong. As bizarre as it felt, the TV truly was a good thing- his and Jonathan’s only, not one of Dio’s shallow luxuries, but a thoughtful gift from Jonathan to make Jotaro more comfortable. The TV was safe.

With Jonathan watching him excitedly, Jotaro turned the TV on and began flipping through channels.

It took a little while before Jotaro found something he liked. He caught snippets of soap operas, talk shows, news, reality shows, cartoons, and documentaries, but none of them really caught his eye. Not to mention the language barrier; Jotaro was fluent in Japanese and English, and knew a fair bit of Italian, but naturally, everything on TV in Cairo was in Arabic.

Finally, Jotaro found something he instantly recognized: a familiar movie that was surprisingly not in Arabic, but English with Arabic captions.

“Ooh, this looks interesting. I wonder what it is?” Jonathan commented, watching the people on TV run around.

“It’s called ‘Star Wars’,” Jotaro answered. “It’s a movie about… Well, war. In space. Pretty self-explanatory. It’s one of the old man’s favorite movies.”

Jonathan watched the TV with interest for a few minutes. It certainly seemed fun and dramatic, but it was also clearly in the middle of the movie, so Jonathan didn’t really understand what was going on.

“Is that the protagonist?” he asked Jotaro, indicating the character currently speaking: a man with brown hair, a vest, and a gun.

Jotaro shook his head. “That’s Han Solo. He’s a smuggler. He’s gramps’ favorite character, he always used to say Han reminded him of himself when he was younger,” Jotaro said.

“Well, he’s certainly rude enough,” Jonathan agreed with a laugh. Jotaro, however, said nothing in response; he had gone quiet, frowning after accidentally bringing up a sore subject.

Jotaro stayed silent for several more minutes before finally speaking.

“He took me to see the sequel twice, you know,” he began quietly. “We were visiting in New York when I was 10. The first time, we all went- me, mom, dad, gramps, and grandma… He liked it so much he wanted to see it again, but nobody else wanted to, so I said I’d go with him.” Jotaro paused for a moment before continuing, looking thoughtful.

“...I didn’t really want to see it twice,” he admitted, voice shaking slightly. “I just…” Jotaro trailed off, unable to continue. With eyes downcast, Jotaro ran his hands through his hair, repeating a nervous habit Jonathan had seen him do so many times.

Jonathan put a hand on Jotaro’s shoulder in a silent gesture of sympathy.

“You really loved your grandfather, didn’t you?” Jonathan asked gently.

Jotaro nodded, face buried in his hands. “I should’ve… I should’ve said so. I should’ve been nicer to him. And mom…”

“I know. It’s alright. I felt the same way when I lost my father,” Jonathan admitted. “There’s no point in worrying about it now. I’m sure your family knows how much you care about them,” he promised.

Jotaro said nothing, continuing to hide his face as he tried to compose himself. Jonathan respectfully left him alone, though he himself almost felt like he might cry.

After a few minutes, Jotaro managed to calm down, and let out a tired sigh as he returned his attention to the TV.

“So, do you think you can tell me a bit about the plot?” Jonathan asked, seeing that Jotaro had settled down.

Jotaro nodded, and began pointing out characters on screen. “The blond guy is Luke Skywalker, he’s the protagonist. The girl is Princess Leia. The creepy looking guy in black is the main villain, Darth Vader, and the old dude is Ben Kenobi, he’s sort of the mentor character,” he explained.

Jonathan watched with interest, nodding thoughtfully as he took in this information. “So, is the princess the protagonist’s girlfriend?” he asked curiously.

“Nah, she’s his twin sister, although they don’t know it yet. Also, Vader’s their dad,” Jotaro answered.

“Hey! Why’d you have to ruin the plot twist?” Jonathan gasped, looking slightly hurt and offended.

Jotaro blinked in surprise. “Oh, sorry,” he said casually.

Jonathan shook his head in dismay, but nonetheless returned his attention to the movie.

“Woah, those swords look fun,” he commented in awe.

“They’re called lightsabers,” Jotaro explained. “Pay attention, this scene’s important.”

As Jotaro said, Jonathan paid close attention to the battle on screen, as two characters- the villain and the mentor, he recalled- dueled with glowing swords. Jonathan could hardly bring himself to blink as the lightsabers clashed again and again, producing brightly colored flashes and strange noises, and then-

“...Did… did he just die?” Jonathan questioned hesitantly, staring at the pile of brown cloth where the mentor character had stood. (From what little he’d seen, he couldn’t help but think that that character reminded him of his own old teacher, Will Zeppeli.)

“Yeah. It’s cool though, he shows up as a ghost every so often,” Jotaro answered, showing little emotional reaction to the scene he’d clearly seen many times before.

“Aw, stop telling me everything-”

Before Jonathan could finish his sentence, a loud knock came at the door. Next to him, Jotaro disappeared just as quickly as Ben Kenobi, while Jonathan sighed at the interruption.

“Come in,” he called out unenthusiastically. Of course their moment of leisure couldn’t have gone uninterrupted, he should have known.

The door opened with a creak, revealing, of course, d’Arby.

“Lord Dio would like me to inform you that dinner will be served in 20 minutes,” d’Arby announced.

Jonathan frowned irritatedly. Of course. Of course.

“Fine,” he replied simply. “Is that all?”

“Yes,” d’Arby replied tersely. He nodded his head in a polite gesture of acknowledgement before leaving, shutting the door behind him.

Jonathan sighed once again and flopped down on the bed, one hand behind his head. “So much for finishing the movie, I suppose,” he mumbled to the empty air, as Jotaro was still hiding. Knowing him, Jonathan guessed he wouldn’t be back for a good five minutes or so.

The clock on the wall ticked ominously, Jonathan’s stomach growled, Luke Skywalker screamed, and Jonathan groaned in frustration at everything.

---

Reluctantly, Jonathan entered the dining room at the specified time. Although Dio had said one of his “friends” would be joining them for dinner, there didn’t seem to be anyone there but Dio.

“Hello, Jojo. How are you enjoying your new TV?” Dio asked, leaning casually against a wall with his arms crossed.

“It’s- Hold on, you’re wearing that to dinner?” Jonathan questioned in disbelief, raising an eyebrow and wincing slightly at Dio’s… “outfit”, which seemed to be more hole than clothes.

“Yes, why?” Dio replied with a shrug.

Jonathan took a deep, sharp breath in as he continued to grimace at Dio’s outfit with a mixture of disgust and pity.

“You know, considering that is my body, I’d really prefer it if you wore something… More modest and less ugly,” he said slowly.

Dio rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on. I’ve seen you wear three shirts and a vest at the same time. You are not in any position to judge my fashion sense,” he pointed out.

“At least my three shirts covered my nipples,” Jonathan retorted with a scowl.

“My nipples are perfectly covered!” Dio insisted.

“Sure, until you move at all. God knows how you even managed to get that thing on without getting tangled up,” Jonathan said dryly.

“Oh, stop being dramatic. You sound like an old lady.”

Before Jonathan could respond, the argument was interrupted by a knock on the doorframe, and an attention-grabbing cough.

“Ah, Pucci! Good to see you!” Dio exclaimed with an unsettling amount of genuine feeling, as Jonathan turned to look at the newcomer.

Whatever sort of vile monster Jonathan had expected Dio’s “friend” to be, the person standing in the doorway was not it. Rather, Dio’s “friend” appeared to be a teenager, with short, silvery-blond hair contrasting against his dark skin, wearing what looked to be some sort of priest’s robes. He leaned against the doorframe with a slight hint of a smile.

While Dio and the newcomer engaged in some sort of conversation, Jonathan couldn’t focus on what they were saying. He was too shocked and uncomfortable with how… innocent the young man in the doorway seemed to be. This was Dio’s “friend”? A priest? And a young one at that! How old was he, Jonathan wondered? 18? 19? Perhaps he wasn’t really a young priest, but some sort of shapeshifter, secretly a 40-year-old criminal mastermind… or… something. Jonathan hoped that was the case. The thought of this boy being under Dio’s thumb was enough to make him feel sick.

“Jojo, I’d like you to meet my friend, Enrico Pucci. Pucci, this is my adoptive brother, Jonathan Joestar,” Dio introduced the two.

“I’ve heard so much about you. It’s nice to finally meet you,” Pucci said as he offered Jonathan his hand. He gave a smile that was unsettlingly warm- that was to say, it was genuinely friendly, which was the unsettling part. A friend of Dio’s shouldn’t seem so… normal.

“Um… Hello,” Jonathan replied confusedly, shaking Pucci’s hand with slight hesitation. What was the catch? There had to be a catch, right?

“How was the trip?” Dio asked Pucci casually as the three of them sat down.

“Oh, I can’t complain. I slept through most of it, after all,” Pucci replied. “I am pretty hungry, though. What are we having for dinner?”

“Steak and caviar, unless you’d like something else,” Dio answered.

“No, that sounds great, actually.”

As Dio and Pucci continued talking, Jonathan stared at them, completely slack-jawed. Their conversation was just so bizarrely normal. Civil. Friendly. It sounded like a conversation between an actual, real, ordinary pair of friends, and not a teenage priest and a hundred-year-old mass murderer vampire with a god complex. Jonathan had seen so many strange, twisted, horrifying things over his weeks at Dio’s mansion, and indeed in his life, that they’d become the norm. Seeing Dio, the devil himself, act so sweet and casual was far more unsettling than anything he’d seen yet.

Evidently, Jonathan’s horror and confusion showed on his face, as Pucci glanced at him with a concerned look. “Is something wrong?”

Jonathan stammered awkwardly, struggling to express his feelings in words. “I… you… I don’t-”

“You’ll have to forgive my brother, he’s been dead for a century,” Dio interrupted. “He’s still getting used to things and he’s a bit confused right now.”

Jonathan shot Dio an incredulous glare. “I am not!” he insisted. Pucci, on the other hand, had a more sympathetic look on his face.

“I understand. This must be quite disorienting for you. I’m sorry,” he told Jonathan, putting a hand on his shoulder in a gesture of comfort that felt, frankly, quite condescending.

“Really, I’m fine,” Jonathan repeated, but didn’t press the issue further. Instead, he decided to change the subject.

“So… Pucci, was it? Are you a priest?” Jonathan asked. He kept his tone polite, though he was suspicious of Pucci; Whether Pucci was another unwitting, naive victim of Dio’s charisma, or if he truly was of Dio’s character, Jonathan didn’t know. It was bad either way.

Pucci laughed slightly. “No, no, I still have a long way to go before then. I’m in training at a seminary in Florida. I only started less than two years ago,” he explained.

“And… how old are you?” Jonathan continued, somewhat dreading the answer.

“Sixteen. I met Dio last year,” Pucci replied with a smile. Jonathan felt his stomach drop.

As Jonathan looked at Dio with a wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression of pure horror, Dio deliberately ignored him. Instead, he turned towards the doorway.

“D’Arby! What’s taking so long?!” Dio shouted. Though he was only mildly irritated, his commanding aura made his shout as terrifying as a normal person’s rage. (Pucci seemed unfazed.)

Within seconds, the sound of startled footsteps could be heard coming from down the hall, and d’Arby appeared in the doorway, looking slightly nervous.

“My sincerest apologies, Lord Dio. The new chef isn’t quite used to the kitchen yet, but I will ensure he works faster,” d’Arby promised.

Dio raised an eyebrow. “What new chef?”

“If you may recall, Lord Dio, you ate the previous chef,” d’Arby explained.

“Did I,” Dio replied in an uninterested monotone.

“Yes. You did.”

Dio sighed. “Very well, but if the food’s going to take this long, at least bring out the wine,” he told d’Arby with an air of boredom.

D’Arby nodded and bowed deeply. “Yes, Lord Dio. I will get right on that.” D’Arby immediately backed out of the room, presumably to go fulfill Dio’s orders.

By the time Dio finished his conversation with d'Arby, Jonathan had- for the most part- regained his composure enough to continue speaking.

“Pucci, this may be something of a difficult question, but… Are you aware of what sort of person Dio is?” Jonathan asked cautiously.

“Yes,” Pucci replied. A simple one-word response, but unwavering, with a terse, brisk conviction that said he knew exactly what Jonathan meant.

[movietvtechgeeks]

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Jonathan Cherry talks shooting up on 'Supernatural' as Dave Mather

Jonathan Cherry is a Toronto born actor who recently appeared in “Tombstone,” a wonderful Wild West episode of Supernatural. Although this is Jonathan’s first guest star on Supernatural (hopefully, there will be more?), he auditioned for the role of Dean for the pilot back in 2005. Some of you film geeks may remember him from that classic indie film Goon as Marco Belchior. How much fun was it to play a real Wild West gunslinger? I have always wanted to; I had no idea that that’s what it was going to be, until I got the part. I was literally as excited after that as I had ever been. It was so much fun! It looked like a blast. It was amazing! And playing a real guy, as well. [caption id="attachment_51650" align="aligncenter" width="600"] Photo: Jonathan Cherry[/caption] Did you do research the real Dave Mather for your role? I did, and I actually – it’s fairly easy to research right now – I did what anyone would have done. I Googled him … I sort of looked like him, had they have me shave in a moustache, which I wanted to do, I wanted to have his thing. He has that really old-timey Doc Holliday type moustache. The skinny face and everything, like I do … how fast he was. I don’t remember everything I learnt, but I came into it with a tonne of questions. How much they wanted me to use … It was funny, when I did a Google search for his name, one of the first things that came up was a theory that he was abducted by aliens. Yes! I mean, right? Back then though, I didn’t even know they knew about aliens back then! What a trip, talking about extraterrestrials … that opened up a whole line of thinking for me … What was your favourite part about being on Supernatural? Looking into Jensen Ackles’ eyes, pretty much. Nah, I’m just joking. *gales of laughter* I know it sounds just like clichéd film talk, but that’s the nicest set I’ve ever been on. They were so welcoming. I’ve done other guest stars where you feel like you’re – there’s nothing wrong with them, but you feel like you’re in the background, even though you have a big part. I felt like I was doing a film, which was also kind of weird … because I had a full character arc. They introduced the character, meet the girlfriend – it was a full arc, in terms of everything I had done. When it was finished, it was a two- to three-week process; it felt like I had just done a film. It was really cool, because obviously it was television … I think the other thing was playing out my fantasy. My favourite movie from last year was Hell or High Water – the bank robber movie. Here I am, getting to do this … robbing the bank was pretty much my favourite part, acting wise. It was a blast. I wish that scene had been longer, it was so much fun. How long did it take to rehearse the gunfight scene, outside of the bank? That whole day was my favourite. I got there in the morning, we robbed the bank … honestly the best part was the director, she was awesome, she was so fast and very collaborative, took the time … I came in with some choices, we really worked it together. Because they’ve been doing it for so long, they were so confident, and diligent … Jensen did that stunt where he jumps over the car – they’re programmed at this point, they know what they’re doing, and it’s amazing to watch that. They’re a well-oiled machine. I got to work with my old pal Misha Collins, which is cool … You’ve worked with Misha Collins before? In 2003 or 4, Misha and I had the same manager … I recognized him from Girl, Interrupted. He had a small part, I don’t know why I remembered him. I would see him at every audition. We became friendly, just from seeing each other at auditions. I talked to him every time I saw him. I saw him more than I saw some of my friends back then. Do you have any upcoming roles you’d like to share? I’m actually going tomorrow to the Whistler Film Festival – I did a movie two years ago called Wolf Cop – a Canadian horror comedy. It’s self-explanatory, about a guy who becomes a wolf that’s a cop. It was pretty funny, and it became sort of a cult hit. I worked on a sequel last year, and it’s coming out in theatres everywhere this weekend, Dec. 1 it comes out. It’s premiering at the Whistler Film Festival tomorrow night. You can follow Jonathan Cherry on Instagram and Twitter – Yonathan Cherry.

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