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geo-winchester · 10 months

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Hello, love! Firstly, you don't need to apologize for taking some time to write, that's completely normal and understandable! Second, may I request an imagine of Taron showing off his gf on his story (close friends, public or post whatever you'd like!) and just being an amazing and supporting bf?

Take all the time you need! No rush at all!!!!

BOOK THIEF

A/N: hi lovely anon, thanks you so much for you’re request and for your patients, I hope this is what you want, and also I hope that you wouldn’t mind that I used this photo prompt from @writer-wednesday I saw it and I thought about this story, I hope I didn’t disappoint you and that you like it!!🩵

Taron Egerton masterlist

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If you were honest, these days were your favorites, when you don’t have anything to do but to go to the local market and just see what they have. You also have another reason why you love this kind of places, you remember it pretty well. A few years ago you find this market, sometimes you went after your shift ended or, just like that time, you were free and decide to look at the local business, after a few locals, you found this little van, full of books, you were amazed about the amount of it, you took your time reading all the titles, you read them all three times, trying to figure it out which books will come home with you, you were about to take one of them when someone took it at the same time, the guy in front of you were taller than you, with blue eyes, brown hair and he was giving you a smirk.

-Excuse me this is mine- you said I was a little defensive.

-Huh, really?- he said -Can I see your name in it?- you took the book as you wrote your name in it.

-There it is- you said with a smirk.

-Nice to meet you, Yn.

-I like to say the same thing, book thief.

-Taron, my name is Taron Egerton…

-Mr. Egerton, I can’t believe you’re buying in my bookstore, take it, it's in the house- Taron notices you’re surprised by the reaction of the old man.

-Excuse me- he said -do you have any other copies of this book, my friend over here wants one too…

-It’s useless I didn’t see another copy on the van- the old man nodded.

-Last copy sir- he said before he went with another customer.

-So, book thief, you’re famous?

-Kind of- you nod.

-This isn’t the only store where you were robbed?- he laughed.

-I’m an actor- he said -I was a thief, I played Robin hood.

-Oh my God… You’re that guy from robin hood? I can believe it- he rolled his eyes at your acting -you deserve it.

-How can I repair to you- You thought for a moment, before you took the book again and wrote something down before you handle it to him -I tell you what, I have a few other book here- you said as you show them to him -when you finish that book, maybe you can let me borrow it?- he nodded- my phone would be on the book so you won’t forget about it.

-I can also buy you a cup of coffee that day- you smiled.

-That would be nice- you said before you pay the old man and leave.

Taron stood there a couple minutes watching you disappear in the crowd, he took a photo from the van and posted it in his Ig stories, he started to look at other locals when he got a text from instagram he smiled at the phrase.

“Book thief”

It’s been a while since that day, you start to spend a lot of time together, and in one moment you start a relationship, at first you were a little private about your relationship, but you start to appear more often on his social media, his favorite photos are when you are playing with Nelly, you always took embarrassing photos about him, something he pretend to hate, but he love its because it make you laugh. That day you decide to go to the same market you met, he keep taking pictures of you with Nelly, he took one when you were giving her a threat, but the two of you stop when you saw the van full of books, you took your time watching the books, you started to collect the books you were going to buy when Taron took one before you did.

-And the book thief attacked again- You said making him laugh -By the way you never let me borrow that book.

-You never asked about it- he said.

-I always had the intention to ask for it but I was always distracted by something else- he smirked.

-Ir was me, right?- he said.

-No, it was this beautiful girl- you said as you pet Nelly -yes lovely, it was you, who’s a good girl- you heard the sound of the camera and looked at taron, he showed you his phone.

-Did you just call Nelly a girlfriend thief?- he shrugged.

-I’m starting to think that you’re just with me because of her.

-shit you just found out my plan- you said dramatically -they said that the dogs are like their owners, book thief.

-You love to call me that, aren’t you?

-It’s still your name on my phone, I just put a heart in it- he pretends to be offended -I never thought I would fall in love with a thief.

-I love you too, love, very very much- he said -and I’ll buy you all the books you want.

-Fuck, I fall in love all over again- you said making you giggles, he put his arm around your shoulder and kiss you temple.

-come on love, let’s get you your books.

#taron imagine #taron egerton x reader #taron x reader #taron egerton fanfiction #taron egerton

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fluxweeed · 7 months

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hello may i have some dvd commentary for this delicious little scene here from Still the pine-woods scent the moon (it’s 300 or so words so i figured a screenshot was easier than copying your own words into here sorry)

honestly anything you’d like to share about this fic i will happily gobble up thank you very much 🤲 thank you, love you, bye!!!!!!

ahaha YES you absolutely can!!!!

(spoilers (ig?) for Still the pine woods scent the moon and E-rated talk ahead!)

1) so by the time i got to writing this scene (which is, what? 3k in out of 15k?), the fic had already been reworked twice-ish

firstly, it was originally a sirius/harry fic – i have 250 words of a bit slightly earlier the fic (the bit where harry admits he wanted to get fucked) that was the original idea the entire fic was built around, except it was harry admitting it to sirius and sirius was having conflicted horny godfather thoughts.

secondly, once i'd rewritten the whole beginning with remus, i wrote up to the "who's right? me or draco?" line without knowing where the fic was going. i say this every time i write a 15k fic, but i really did want this to be a quick PWP – for a while i was considering having remus snap right there and they go straight into mindless feral fucking, because i did not WANT to write another 10k. i never want to write a single word if i can help it. here's a boring screenshot of me talking it through in poor @bronwenackeley's DMs.

2) the last couple of paragraphs in this screenshot were placeholder text. they feel kind of clumsy to me? a bit tell-y? a bit cringe? eventually i decided i didn't have the skill to improve them and just deleted the square brackets and left them as-is lol.

3) i tried to include wolfy words to describe remus when he's losing control around harry. this is probably really obvious and doesn't need me pointing it out, but whenever he's struggling, there's usually a growl or a snarl or a mention of claws or teeth or something. i do think i overdid it with this a bit tbh but i enjoyed having that as a lil goal for myself.

4) finally, and this is not relevant to your screenshot at all but it's my other fav behind-the-scenes fact about this fic, but also in the trash heap doc for this one is 500 words of harry and charlie having sex – bc in one draft, remus DID sneak upstairs and listen at the door when he came home to them doing the do. i was a little sad at having to cut it bc there's a fair chunk of banter-y dialogue (ofc), but it's pretty much all covered by the exchange later in the fic where harry says it was hard to lose himself with charlie, so i just made remus go downstairs and get horny drunk on his own lmao.

i didn't want to make this answer any longer by including the bits i cut/changed, but i do have the harry/sirius and harry/charlie scenes if u wanna see them!! lmk!! ❤️

#sorry this is such a long and boring post 😭#i just really love this type of thing #often more interested in reading ppl writing about things they've written than i am reading the things themselves 🤭#can't say i'm contributing meaningfully to the behind-the-scenes commentary genre but really hoping ppl will do it more in general #ty mari for indulging meeee <3 #my fic #tag game

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bcacstuff · 2 years

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You can trash Sam Heughan all day and everyday if you want. But it only makes you and the rest of your group look like pathetic losers and basement dwellers. Sam and his friends don’t need any of your unsolicited advice. They are doing just fine on their own and brilliantly I might add. That goes for some of your anons too. Sam is living his best life and it’s only getting better. He is as popular as ever and successful. It’s all because of years of sacrifice and hard work. I continue to root for him. I also hope we see more of Anna and Sam together. She will be closer to him now after getting her work UK Visa. It’s obvious how excited she is from her latest IG Story. They do make a gorgeous couple. The thought of them being together despite the haters brings me joy. Sam continues to climb mountains in whatever he does and be successful at it, despite your group who bank all of your hopes and dreams that he fails. My money will always be on Sam because he is a good investment and a great man even with his flaws. But most importantly, I can say he is honorable and as higher moral standards than most of you.

Normally I trash these kind of messages, which most of the time are sent on Saturdays. (I see a pattern here, yes).

I read the messages and usually have a good laugh about it, and this one I have to admit, I needed a couple of tissues to dry my tears from laughing, I had to gather my eyeballs back from under the couch cause I was rolling them so much but then....

Then I started to think a little more serious about things Anon wrote. Not the part about pathetic losers or basement dwellers, that's the part where I laugh about. But the part about him being a good investment. Seriously...

Besides the fact that I could think about a thousand other good causes to invest my money in, instead of throwing it at a person who already earns a salary for one episode of a tv show that most of us would take years to earn. A person who sells his stuff at an exorbitant prices using his fanbase to advertise and persuade them to drink alcohol while they never did before. A person who puts an image of him out there that doesn't even come close to the kind of person he is. But most of all....

At this point I need to give some background from where my thoughts come from before I finish that last sentence;

[background] Currently the news in the Netherlands is dominated by a huge scandal that surfaced recently via a YT video by the YT channel BOOS It's a Dutch video, almost 1.5 hours long. There are English subtitles (I'm not sure about the quality though). Before the video came online it already was big news as it was announced it dealt about a huge scandal about intimidation, transgressive behavior and even one accusation of rape. Victims were candidates of a very popular tv show, The Voice of Holland (you might know that kind of show as it is copied in many countries), a talent show with most young(er) people trying to make it in the world of fame. There were 19 (!) accusations of transgressive behavior and one actual accusation of rape. The people involved are 2 members of the jury (both well known successful male singers in the Netherlands) and the band leader who worked with the candidates. Though not proven guilty (yet) one of the jury members denies all accusations on him, the other one is an ex jury member who already has been in law suites for a while because of similar accusations and chose wisely to not comment, and finally the band leader who actually admitted his wrong doing, being mostly 'dirty' text messages to candidates, sending dick pics and telling candidates out of the blue that he has a huge dick.

It gets even more juicy, knowing that this show is produced by a company owned by one of the biggest media magnates in the Netherlands. The man is not only a very rich and influential media magnate but also part of a family that dominates a number of commercial channels on Dutch tv, including his sister who is a well known presenter, has her own media platform and... the juicy part, married to the accused band leader. You can't come up with this.

There isn't one news show or talk show that hasn't got this subject in their program this whole week, and news papers are working over time to keep up with the news. The YT video has opened a can of worms, reactions of people in the industry but also in other work places where as much as transgressive behavior takes place. It looks like we have our own #metoo subject all right at our own door step in the Netherlands right now.

Okay, I hear you think, so what, the world knows about #metoo for a couple of years now. Big cases have been opened up about it, much is already said about it. But... did it change anything? Yeah, we know about Harvey Weinstein and how the world still deals with the aftermath. Recently Prince Andrew (can we still call him Prince?) was stripped of all his titles. Still he lives his life like before, no?

So this is one part of the biggest discussion going on in this Dutch scandal too. We discuss things at length, but does it change anything? Another part of the discussion is the 'guilt' question. Of course the people abused are the victims, and the abusers are the guilty ones. Easy enough right? No it's not that easy.

One of the big mistakes the media magnate made was saying in a reaction to it, all those women involved should have come forward. "If I don't know about it, then I can not do something about it." was a comment made by him. Is that a good point?

No, it isn't! Because a number of reasons. First of course there is the dominant position of the abusers. One of them said to a victim, he wasn't afraid people would talk about his sexual abuse, because no one would believe her. And we're dealing about young women here, dreaming of a career, making it in the big world. Depending on these jury members, depending on that band leader. And, don't forget the fact they feel guilty themselves, as they are 'groomed' to a point that they feel it went too far, finding themselves in a position they never wanted to be in. Because they make it seem harmless at first, just some fun, and then give them little time to realize what they are getting into. Then when things get to a point where a person realizes this isn't healthy, you quite need some courage to out accusations. Remember we're talking about young women!

It's quite a complicated discussion, but still does it change anything here? No, not really. And why is that?

Well, if you consider that this seems to be a culture thing. Taking place step by step, little by little, where some abuse, and others keep their mouth shut. Cause, when things are that wrong, when there are so many accusations, you can hardly believe nobody saw or suspected anything. Right? Isn't it so that because people shy away from what they see happening, or even only might expect, that makes this culture stay alive? Isn't it so that because of people doing these things and bragging about how they can have this or that chick... and nobody tells him (or her!) this isn't right, this is unhealthy, this sort of behavior is disgusting, makes it still happening over and over again? Oh and I have to say, it's so easy to shy away, haven't we all at some point looked the other way when things at work happened that doesn't seem right? It's so much easier to tell yourself, it's not my problem, I don't want to be part of it and if I do I might jeopardize my own job! This is why this culture keeps on going and we're going to be shocked from time to time by yet another scandal surfacing.

Okay, it's a long explanation as a background, I hope you get my point. What does it have to do with SH and with Anon saying, he's "a good investment and a great man even with his flaws. But most importantly, I can say he is honorable and as higher moral standards than most of you."

Well, seriously when he is honorable and has higher moral standards, would he like to be associated with a group of people who has a sign above them saying, this is the kind of culture that I just tried to explain in my long background affecting my thoughts. Before anyone starts screaming I'm accusing him of any abuse, no I'm not. I'm saying, does he really want to be associated with that kind of culture? Is that honorable, and a great investment? If so, you really need to get a reality check right away. It isn't about accusations, it's about changing a culture that is unhealthy and can lead to abusive situations. One of the accused 'abusers' in the above story said, he didn't realize he had this unequal dominant position.

I have a hard time to go into discussions about the sort of woman AM shows she is. It's hard, very hard to say she's a victim. I don't even think so to be honest, the way she exposes herself (as do a huge number of other women especially on IG) is giving the abusive guys exactly what they are looking for. That at it self makes the discussion about who is the victim and who is the abuser (or the one taking advantage?) very hard. Yet, are they really realizing what they are getting into? AM is a 23 yo, how courageous were you when you were in your early twenties? And again, it doesn't change the sickening culture that can lead to horrible situations.

Okay, this answer got very long, to a message I normally would trash. But I truly hope, you all give it some good thoughts. Try to look at it from different points of view. I'm not pretending I have all the answers, not even close. In fact I wrestle with a number of POV's myself.

You may discuss it in the comments, but I hope you all will be respectful to people involved, to people who comment here and might look at it from another angle.

Further more, if you're a victim or question yourself about things that happened in your life, even if it has been decades ago. Please try to talk about it, find someone you trust to listen to your story or contact a help instance dealing with these kind of problems. If you encounter someone dealing with this problem, please consider to give them your time to listen to their story, not condemn them nor take any sides, but just listen to them. It's only in that way we perhaps have a chance to begin changing this culture.

Thank you for reading.

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babybluebex · 3 years

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english love affair [tom holland x reader]

➽ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader ➽ word count: 2.1k ➽ summary: you attend the bronx school of science, and you’re immediately taken by the new student: ben perkins. ➽ warnings: deception ig? ➽ a/n: PART 1! no idea how many parts this is gonna be, but stick around! (taglist link is in bio)

As soon as you stepped off the bus, you heard the chattering that only came from one occurrence. A new kid. That confused you, though. It certainly wasn’t unheard of for kids to drop in halfway through the semester, but, at your school, it was rare. The Bronx School of Science was an elite high school and it took amazing test scores and the grace of God to get in, so a new kid in the middle of the year was a rarity.

You saw him the moment you walked into your first period chemistry class. After all, he was the only face you didn’t recognize. Dark, curly hair that was just a bit long, with rosy cheeks and wide brown eyes. He seemed nervous; as new kids usually were. He wore a red hoodie, his hands shoved deep into the front pocket, and he was looking all around the room. The seat next to him was empty and, while it wasn’t your usual place, there was no formal seating chart. “You new?” you asked, swinging your backpack to the floor.

The boy looked at you with a keen alertness in his dark eyes, and he swallowed thickly. “Yeah,” he laughed softly. He sounded a little Queens, maybe; perhaps even Brooklyn. “Just, uh… Just moved here.”

“Nice,” you said. “From where?”

The boy clenched his jaw. “Queens,” he said, and you nodded.

“Well, welcome to the Bronx,” you laughed. “I’m Y/N.”

“Ben,” he said quickly. “Ah, Ben Perkins.”

“Ben Perkins from Queens,” you repeated. “What brings you here?”

Ben shrugged. “Parents,” he mumbled simply. Ben seemed like a guy of few words, but you didn’t mind too much. It was a welcome change from the other guys at your school who wouldn’t shut up.

You decided to not really say much to Ben. If he didn’t feel like talking, you didn’t want to push him and make him uncomfortable. The first day at a new school was stressful. “If you need help with any classes or anything, just let me know. Getting into the routine here is hard as shit.”

“Thanks,” Ben told you with a nod. “That’s quite nice.”

You couldn’t place why the usage of the word “quite” tickled the back of your brain. Maybe because you had never heard anyone use it like that. “You’re quite welcome,” you replied, biting the tip of your tongue. Ben looked at you and the rosiness in his cheeks grew deeper as he smiled.

The class started normally, until your teacher got to the Ps on the roll sheet. “Oh!” she cried. “We have a new student! Benjamin Perkins!”

Ben’s face grew red, this time not from laughter. He gave a quick two-finger to the class, and he mumbled, “Just Ben is fine, actually.”

“Welcome to the Bronx School, Ben,” your teacher said. “I’m sure you’ll do great here.”

About halfway through the lesson, you looked at the boy sitting beside you. He wore jeans and scuffed sneakers with the red hoodie, a dark curl bouncing along his forehead as he looked at the board and diligently copied notes. He was cute, a lot cuter than any boys you knew, and you wondered what he was like when he was in his element. His hands were big, veins popping as he gripped his pencil tightly. You took a second look at the mechanical pencil, and your heart soared. Quickly, you ripped a page out of your notebook and scribbled a quick “i like your pencil :)”, and you passed it over to Ben.

He tore his attention away from the lecture for long enough to look at your note, then at the pencil. It was red and blue with various white spiderwebs all around it. You liked the Spiderman pencil; your dad had practically raised you on the Toby Maguire Spiderman movies, so you liked anything Spiderman. In fact, you had been Spiderman for Halloween three years in a row when you were little. Not Spiderwoman, you said, Spiderman. Ben wrote something down and gave you the paper back, and you bit your lip as you read his message.

“spiderman’s pretty cool i guess. you like the movies?”

“yeah!! toby maguire’s awesome”

“cool. i like them too :)”

You invited Ben to sit with you at lunch, and he did. You usually sat alone, and you secretly liked having Ben there with you. You two talked about Spiderman, mostly: how Toby was a better Peter Parker but Andrew Garfield was the better Spiderman. “You know,” you started. “In the comics, Peter Parker becomes, like, an intern for Tony Stark. Tony makes him this suit and he becomes the Iron Spider.”

“Really?” Ben said. His eyebrows went up, and he scratched at a few upturned hairs. “That sounds cool.”

“I wish they’d add Spiderman to the MCU,” you added. “I think he’d fit really well with everyone, ya know? I mean, I guess they’d have to cast the right guy, but…” You shrugged. “A girl can dream, right?”

“Sure thing,” Ben said. “I like Robert Downey Jr. a lot, he seems really fun.”

“Oh, definitely!” you agreed. “And Chris Evans! Man, I’d love to meet them, I would just die right there.”

Ben smiled and nodded along with you, and he slotted his chin into his palm as he listened to you chatter about Avengers: Age of Ultron and Ant-Man. There was a hint of a smile on his lips, and you stopped mid sentence when you noticed it. “I just think Elizabeth Olsen is so underrated, and-- Ben. You alright?”

Ben blinked a few times. “Yeah,” he said. “M’all good. Just listening to you.”

You flushed. “I’m not talking too much?” you asked, feeling the urge to sink into yourself. “I’ve been told I do that.”

“No, not at all,” Ben said quickly. “I like it. I like how people get when they get excited about something, you know? It’s cute.”

“Cute,” you repeated, rolling the word around your mouth. Did Ben just call you cute? Or did he call the whole concept of your dumb blathering about some movies cute? Did that still qualify as calling you cute? You raised your eyes to his and, nervously picking at a loose thread on your sweater, hazarded, “You think I’m cute?”

Ben shrugged. “I mean, yeah,” he said, as if it was obvious. “You just seem so passionate about those movies. I would listen to you talk about them for a long time.”

“You wouldn’t want to.”

“I do,” Ben said quickly. “I promise you, I don’t mind one bit. I’d tell you if I did.”

You nodded again, and you scooted just a bit closer to Ben. “For the record,” you started. “I think you’re cute too.”

Ben smiled, little dimples appearing in his cheeks. “Cool.”

Before the day ended, Ben had given you his phone number. “I don’t have Snapchat or anything,” he said. “Strict parents, ya know? But I’d love to talk to you.”

You liked the way that Ben texted. He used a lot of emojis and even a few goofy emoticon faces, a la 2012, and he signed every text off with xx. With texting, you felt like Ben was a little more open than at school, probably because it was just the two of you, completely private. And, man, did the boy talk. He sent two, three, four messages in a row, just spewing thoughts the second he thought them. You didn’t mind one single bit, though; but your parents did.

Even though the sound was off and your phone was in your pocket, the entire dinner table could hear your phone buzzing. “Is someone calling you?” your dad asked. “Your phone just keeps going off.”

“Oh, no,” you said, your face going warm. Quickly, you pulled out your phone and set it completely silent, and the buzzing ceased. “Sorry. Just texts.”

“From who?” you mom asked.

“A boy from school,” you began, fully intent on explaining the situation, but your little brother was quicker to the uptake than you.

“Ooh, Y/N has a boyfriend!” he squealed.

“Shut up, you little fungus!” you hissed. Brothers of any age were unbearable, but 13 was an especially difficult age, you had come to find.

“Don’t call your brother a fungus,” you mom sighed. “That boy’s texting you an awful lot, though, Y/N.”

You shrugged. “He’s new,” you said. “Just asking questions about school and stuff.”

“And his name?” your dad asked.

“Ben Perkins,” you said. “He just moved from Queens.”

“He’s a senior?” your mom asked and, when you nodded, her eyebrows creased. “That poor boy, moving schools in the middle of his senior year. Well, good for you, making new friends. I bet he really appreciates you.”

Tom slumped himself down on the couch. You weren’t answering his texts and, while he knew that you probably had homework or were eating dinner or any number of other things, he couldn’t help the anxiety that filled him at the thought that maybe he had scared you off.

Tom hadn’t had a normal high school experience by any means. Sure, secondary school was a thing that was semi-normal, but normal in the sense that everyone around him was in the same boat. And he was certain that British secondary school was a hell of a lot different than American high school. Hence, the joke that had landed him here.

“It would be funny if I went to an American high school for a few days. Just to see what it’s like, ya know?”

Apparently, Anthony and Joe Russo didn’t seem to understand his British sense of humor, because he was on a flight to New York within the week. The Russos had helped him come up with the bare bones of a backstory: Ben Perkins, originally from Queens. American. 17. Quiet. It was a far cry from Tom Holland, originally from London, British, 19, and loud. But the Russos, in their infinite wisdom, had seen through Tom’s joke and understood something that was integral to the character that had taken Tom a few days to really see.

Peter B. Parker was a high schooler. A smart one, an unusual one, but he was still 15 and trying to understand himself and the world. Tom didn’t have that knowledge; at least, not in the way that Peter Parker would have had it. He needed to see the inside of an American high school to get to the core of his character, and even Tom understood that. The filming for Captain America: Civil War hadn’t started and the news of Spidey’s introduction into the Marvel Cinematic Universe hadn’t hit the airwaves yet, but Tom knew that, if his contract was to be upheld in the way that Sony and Marvel had promised, he would have plenty of time to use this high school experience to better the character.

Tom really and truly did not intend to develop a crush on a girl. Yes, a beautiful, smart, and funny girl that shared a love for the same things he did, but he was sure that the Russos would disapprove of it. After all, he was only slated to go to the Bronx School of Science for three days. There wasn’t nearly enough time to have anything more than a crush. But you. There was something about you, something intangible. He had felt a pull in his stomach when you first walked into the room and, when he had texted Harry about it, his brother had only laughed at him and made a joke about wanting to get his dick wet. And, yes, while that thought was in Tom’s mind, you were already so much more to him than that.

As much as Ben Perkins was a character, Tom felt like he could be himself around you. He had shared stories from growing up, mostly about his brothers pulling shenanigans, and had shown you pictures of him and Tessa when he had first gotten her. The little squeal and sigh that had left you when you saw the puppy made his heart swell. Then, he had said something that still made his stomach turn: “Maybe you can meet her soon.”

What a great fucking thing to say to someone that he would have to abandon in three days. Sure, he could keep texting you after he left, but he would have to explain everything to you. He knew what your reaction would be, too; somewhere along the lines of laughing at him and going, “Dude, you’re fuckin’ nuts, bro.” Or, on the other end of the spectrum, getting mad at him for lying to you. He was sure that you would be more mad than amused. And, after the conversation that you two had shared about your requited love for Spiderman, he knew that trying to tell you wouldn’t land him anywhere except alone again.

And, God. Tom was tired of being alone.

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szynkaaa · 4 years

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I more or less watched The Boy!!! And by watching, I mean I skipped more or less through the jump scare parts because I cannot do horror movies at all. I haven’t watched one since 2015 and The Boy was like the first horror movie after five years

Full disclosure, the ONLY reason I started watching the movie was because someone posted a gif of Greta standing close to Brahms who was all sweaty and breathing heavily n I was like “oh shit who dat he hot” and here I am

Can anyone explain the sandwich scene to me? So Greta was scared shitless and locked herself in her room, but why did Brahms make her favorite sandwich for her?

I did some digging for interviews and generally what people have been saying about the movie, took some screenshots from youtube to put my thoughts and musing together too!

Can anyone explain the sandwich scene to me? So Greta was scared shitless and locked herself in her room, but why did Brahms make her favorite sandwich for her?

So first of all, let’s start with a low resolution photo I found on IG of James Russell without mask:

which brings me to my first musing/thought/question?

It’s all under the cut, very screenshot and text heavy, you can find more Brahms drawing at the bottom though ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So at the end of the movie, we are shown a Brahms with a broken mask and his face being burned, indicating that he was in fact in the fire.

I assumed first that the fire was created by the parents to fake their sons death and then he had to live hidden inside the walls?

But I’ve also heard apparently it was Brahms who set the fire to fake his own death or maybe an eight years old kid really was trying to burn himself down??

My other theory is that his parents made the fire and tried to kill Brahms and it did burn him but he survived, and the parents didn’t wanna go to jail sooo to hide everything they made their son live in the walls

i mean the responsible thing would be to turn their kid in and have him treated and stuff;;; listened to a murder podcast about two cases where kids murdered enough kids and how they are doing now interesting read Brahms made me think of those two cases

I also do not think that the previous nannies were killed. Like, c’mon. You’d report a person missing and sooner or later it would go back to the Heelshire mansion and if the body counts piles up? Can’t look good and I doubt that the Heelshire wants the police investigating them close up.

Also, when the mom was like “He’s chosen you if you’ll have him” to Greta? Is it just me or the wording or does it sound like a marriage proposal/arrangement xD

Brahms is a brat and he sees the people around him as his possession or to toy around. But I also do think that he has some abandonment issues but not in the sad tragic kind of way lmao. Even if he was the one controlling and manipulating his parents from behind-the-scene (quite literally I suppose?), he was still told as a kid to live in hiding and that no one can know he is alive. I don’t know much about the human brain, but I can imagine how damaging that must be to his mental growth and set him back in some way? We don’t know too much about his relationship with his parents - but I assume that he must have still loved them in his own twisted way. Can’t imagine that he would have been indifferent about his parents suicide.

The scene before Greta manages to back out - first he uses the child voice to beg her to come back and promises he will be good. That’s his manipulating Greta, but when that doesn’t work and she tries harder to open the door, he becomes more desperate to keep her there and then completely loses his temper and threatens to kill Malcolm if she doesn’t return. I’m pretty sure homeboy would have killed him anyway. And then later when she returns and he is all heavy breathing and smelling her hair and then jumps up when she shouts Brahms? Idk I def think there is some sort of abandonment issue going on.

I don’t think he is a child stuck in a man’s body or manchild or whatever. I think that he does know how to take care of himself - but he just chooses to manipulate people with the facade of a kid to do his bidding and cater to his needs.

Anywhomst, but clearly Brahms is also a very manipulative and controlling person based, based on how the mother was reacting on the destroyed bedroom, she really seemed to be at the end of her wits and just breaking down with her “you promised you’d be good”. It was very heartbreaking to watch and also scary because it really makes you realize just how much power Brahms holds over them?? idk maybe it was just me.

Next point: the CGI mask + the burns

So according to some interviews with the director stated that at the first test streaming, people weren’t really scared of Brahms because he was too handsome so they had to slap a mask over his face. The face was done after everything was filmed. I’m thinking the face burns were also added post-production when they were adding the cgi mask. Otherwise, James would have needed to go through the makeup department for some wicked face burns and it would have been visible during the filming and test screening too? Which would imply that at first the fire was supposed to be just a cover story that their son is dead and it was changed later

Observation/thoughts on Brahms Heelshire

Love how he stands there with his hands behind his back and then nods when Greta tells him to go under the cover

James Russell is 191cm tall. So like. Brahms is really fucking tall. But I notice that most of the time he stands with a slight hunch. Could be due to him crawling through the walls and crawling out of places that requires him to do a lot of crouching. His bed in his hideout made me really sad, I’ll get to it later.

Since James didn’t get many lines in the ten minutes that he appeared, I do think that his eyes did all the acting. They stand out even more with the mask on, there is just this crazy look on it. I also noticed during my rewatch that he doesn’t seem to blink much or at all.

Oh yeah, he also peeped on Greta and Malcolm making out on the bed and then cockblocked them. We been knowing that he made a Greta doll and very likely jerked off to it. We also been knowing that he very very very likely wanted to bone Greta at the goodnight kiss scene still waiting for the maskeless kiss scene gimme gimme. I also highly doubt that Brahms has much first-hand experience with kissing n stuff. High key thinking he was trying to do copy Malcolm and do what he observed lmao

When I first watched the scene, I assumed that the hole behind the mirror has always been and it’s just another one of the hidden passages Brahms to slip in and out, but now that I’m looking at the shape of the holes, it seems to me more like the mirror and brick wall were broken at the same time?? If that is the case holy shit boy is s t r o n g. I mean, he also punched through the closet door like no big deal so really what have the parents been feeding him.

I’m also leaning toward the fact that he ran there because Greta screamed loudly. I don’t think he was in the room as them when everything went down there, it seemed more like he heard the scream and had to nyoomed over and then punched a way through to get out of the wall. And then went on to attack Cole. He must have known that Greta wanted Cole gone, since that what she whispered to the doll before going to bed.

Tbh, I fully expected him to murder Cole in his sleep, but Brahms wrote a warning message in blood to tell him to get out soooooo like. Cole you were warned and now you gotta live with the consequences ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Brahm’s sleeping corner

This scene was shown at the end after Greta and Malcolm escaped. We also see them briefly during the part where Greta and Malcolm are trying to find a way out and stumbled into Brahms’ hideout. I’m not sure why the rules are slapped on the walls. It seems to me that Brahms is very very very set on that the rules / routine should be followed. In the movie, he called Greta and suggested to her that she should follow the rules, to which she then started doing it.

I headcanon that that’s the routine that he grew up with as a kid and it’s just very very very very very hard to break out of it - not that he is trying to break the routine.

I’m failing to find a good way to put my thoughts into words, but I guess the rules and routine is sort of his coping mechanism?

I suppose if you had an OC that you ship Brahms with and want to change stuff around the house, the OC would have to very slowly introduce new rules and routines. Baby steps, yknow.

Brahms has a violin hanging there! Honestly I would be surprised if Brahms didn’t know how to play at least one instrument. The family also has an old ass piano/clavichord (?) and Brahms loves classical music soo yeah. Love me a boy who appreciates classical musical hehe

I suppose the egg boxes are there to soundproof the room more - maybe so he can play the violin?

There’s also music sheets hung around his attics, it’s not clear on the screenshots but when you rewatch the scene and shove your face close to the screen. Some are hanging next to the violin and there are some taped on the wall next to his bed and porn too

nice to see he has a fridge and microwave, I was concerned that he wasn’t well fed and that leftovers might not be enough, but then again. Dude is 191 cm so clearly he has been drinking his milk

Didn’t take a screenshot of his vanity, but there is a crocodile magnet stuck to the mirror hehe. I do think that he shaves and stuff, otherwise his beard would be much longer??

We can see more music sheets stuck to a pillar on the right.

Loving the christmas lights that he has hanging there above his bed. It’s cute.

On the shelf he has a bunch of tupperware and empty bowls. Most of hte things are neatly organized. We can also see some books and a pen

There’s some sunlight streaming inside - I do hope that Brahmsy stays warm during winters.

Here we can see more of the food that he has there - there is also a sink but I didn’t snatch a screenshot of it. I think those are potatoes in the pot? Maybe he does know how to cook some basic stuff, I do wonder if he has a functioning kitchen up there. Probably not for fire safety reasons lol

Yall see that thing on the note sheet covered pillar? Ngl, that’s a whole ass aesthetic right there.

He got a few potted plants up there. Took a closer look at them and it seems like they were healthy. So he knows how to take care of plants, which is nice to know I suppose?

Yes, we all know what he was doing with the doll and what the tissue balled up tissue implies. However, has anyone noticed the size of the bed???

If you scroll up a bit to the screenshot of Greta seeing the doll, it looks t i n y. The make shift doll takes up more than half of the space.

Yall. this breaks my heart. Dude is a beanstalk. I’m pretty sure the bed is from when he was a kid shoved by his parents to live inside the wall, does he have to sleep there in his adulthood too???

Even though Brahms strikes me as someone who probably doesn’t sleep much or during normal times, that bed must be so tiny for him. He must be sleeping with his knees bend and shit unable to stretch out :(((

Brahms: is a psychopath that smashed the skull of a girl and very abusive tormented his parents and then Greta Me: omg he needs a bigger bed that poor thing :(((

Brahms’ DIY corner

Ah yes, Brahm’s little DIY/creative corner.

Homeboy got lot of animal traps, cages and taxidermies hanging around, pointing strongly toward that it’s a hobby of it?

Also at the end where we see him fixing up the doll, we can get a better shot at his desk, and I gotta say the threads and stuff are all very nicely organized. Brahms’s table looks more organized than mine does lmao.

So we know he is a crafty boy. Not sure how difficult taxidermy is but I imagine it does take a lot of time to learn? Well he had all the time in the world anyway.

So yeah, that’s a wrap. Congrats if you made it to the bottom of my incoherent thoughts and ramblings, have a bonus drawing of Brahms wearing different masks:

#the ham talks #brahms heelshire #the boy #the boy 2016 #brahms #brahmbling

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mallowstep · 3 years

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holy fuxk i prommy it's not intentional and i will change it if it makes you uncomfortable but i just realized i ALSO renamed hollyleaf as hollyshine in my own au stuff zicjxjdhxhhs

u know what they say about great minds n all that i guess lol

yesss more hollyshines <3 it's such a pretty name.

uhh look y'all imma ramble under the cut about fandom & transformative works but i basically have a blanket permission statement for fair use. i expect y'all to credit stuff when it's more than just a concept, but you're welcome to Go Wild without asking for permission.

want to write a fic with the same concept as stolag? go for it! etc.

anyway this is to say: you do Not need my go ahead to use hollyshine as a name Especially if u came up with it first. (but obviously you have it.) like if i came across it in the wild i'd just think "aw sick someone else thinks hollyshine is a good name"

(also if ur comfy doing so pls share link? i like checking out this kind of thing and hollyshine is a pretty name.)

anyway idk like. obviously it doesn't bother me when people ask for permission to do something. like if u ask for permission to make fanart or write a fic or anything Like That i'm not gonna b upset and i'm not gonna say no but at the same time idk.

it's fic, like, i didn't ask wp if i could write about gay cats murdering each other and causing trauma, i just did.

and like idk i know there's a lot to be said about this, more than i can say right now, but i want to promote the attitude that like. in general you don't have to ask.

and it's definitely. a line.

i think i would be a little upset if, say, someone took the lore in "the elders' den" stories and didn't credit me.

that's not to say y'all can't, by the way. if you want to use "full moon" (story of how cats know when the gathering is), "there's holy water, undiluted; i see the divine" (riverclan creation story), etc., you're more than welcome to. i'd be honoured. just link to the original/cite it somehow, and don't plagiarize. (i.e., you can't copy the actual work text.)

right but those stories are all my creations. like the meat of the story revolves around my own characters and ideas.

buuuut you don't have to ask? i mean i don't expect that. and i know there's a variety of opinions on this but i'm of the opinion that to a wide degree of tolerance, you shouldn't have to ask.

there's. like okay, i understand why authors want people to ask before translations are written, that makes sense to me. i'd be uncomfortable if someone started translating one of my works without telling me, mostly because i'd want to be around if they had doubts about intentions/phrasing. doubly so if it was a language i didn't speak.

and when you get into Original Characters, Original Lore, that kind of thing, there's definitely. idk, we're all fic authors, right? like we're all out here writing without permission. and i'm not sure, i'm honestly not sure what conclusion i want to draw, because it's kind of this fuzzy thing like. i Don't know when it's acceptable to just do something and when you should ask.

and usually i just copy my faq or link to it, depending on how much energy i have. because i don't really. egh.

but i think something about this ask (and anon, i'm not upset with you or anything, big /nm, i'm just rambling about attitudes towards this and philosophy) hit something in me because like.

if you had the idea before me, or even without Intending to do it because i did it, i think you shouldn't feel like you have to ask, and you shouldn't feel like my opinion matters.

and bluh i hate saying "shouldn't feel" it's a very ineloquent way of saying a more nuanced thing but it's also shorthand for a more nuanced thing.

but i digress; i think it's just. i know when you're just on ao3, the general attitude seems to be a Lot More open. someone wrote something inspired by "what is our ending and beginning" which was a Huge shock to me because. inspired by My Little Hollyleaf One-Shot? what?

and i certainly like. when i posted "funerals. mourning. prayer." i didn't ask...fuck can't remember the author of "Tell Me About Your Ancestors" but i didn't ask them, i didn't ask solacefruit, for permission, i just cited my sources and moved on.

(altho i did forget to add "the light that shines on you" for way too long whoops so ig plugging for it now go read it it's really good.)

ig what i'm saying is, i'm making Transformative Works, right? that's part of what makes fic legal, is that it's meant to be substantively different from the original. i think but you get the point.

and so if someone wants to make a transformative work of my transformative work, i don't see why they should ask for permission any more than i did.

#fanfic of fanfic? god fucking damn you'll melt me #i think that's why podfics and translations are different #and a little why original content can be different too bc like #those start to mess with the edge of ''transformative works''#but right yeah #ask #anon #talk #essay #mine #txt

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starryseo · 5 years

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date. | hwang hyunjin

this gif?? is a godsend??

pairing ↠ hyunjin x gender neutral!reader

genre ↠ some poorly-written fluff? slight enemies to lovers?? detective au!

wc ↠ 3234

summary ↠ friday evenings shouldn't be spent staring at case files. luckily, the universe has made plans for you.

warnings ↠ a biiit of swearing

a/n ↠ wow this is long overdue! hope you all enjoy reading this :') sorry in advance for the awkward spacing, i wrote this on a google doc first (and deleted it like a dumbass) so ig the copy+pasting got weird.

Normally, Friday evenings would be spent at home, under several warm blankets and dim lights, your only company being a tub of Cookies and Cream ice cream, enough sweets to make your teeth ache and Chris Evans (he may be in your TV screen, but, for now, that presence is more than enough). But, clearly, Captain Woojin Kim has it out for you since he’s kept your squad and several others back to fish through a ship load of paperwork. You’re certain he’s adding more manila folders to your toppling pile each time you blink, your hands ache as you swap between signing papers and typing up incident reports.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, you notice it’s only been half an hour of filing, the clock’s hands ticking just past 5 o’clock. You reach for the mug of coffee that your Captain had so graciously gifted you before dropping the paperwork bombshell. Groaning at the realisation that your mug is now empty, you drop your head on the table. This wasn’t supposed to be a normal Friday evening; sure, filling in reports were different plans to your usual Netflix and chill, but on this particularly fine Friday, you actually had plans. Real plans. You hadn’t been extremely thrilled earlier this week for the blind date your friend had set up for you today, but now? Anything would be better than listening to Jisung repeat every single thing he was writing and typing and thinking. No amount of coffee could ever give you enough energy to deal with him.

You let out another groan, stretching your arms above your head, before grabbing your coffee mug to get a refill. Suddenly, you become a coffee boy as Jisung, Seungmin, Hyunjin, Felix and Minho -- who wasn’t even part of your team -- thrust out their arms, each of them holding an empty mug begging to be filled once more. Rolling your eyes, you walked straight past all of them to focus on your own mug. You laughed when they muttered curses, most choosing to continue with their reports. You set up the coffee machine, listening to its dull droning tone until the door swings open behind you.

“Thank you so much for the refill, y/n,” Hyunjin drawled, sarcasm slipping easily between his words, as he stood beside you.

“Anytime, Hyunjin.” You were not in the mood for Hyunjin’s quips -- especially not because he looked perfectly energetic when you could barely keep your eyes open. You huffed when the machine stopped working, letting out a long groan. “Stupid machine!”

“Step aside, let the master work his magic,” Hyunjin boasted, bumping you aside with his hip as he stretched his arms out in front of him, lacing his fingers together to crack them. He whacked the side of the machine harshly, grinning when it sputtered back to life, “That’s magic, baby!” He turned to you with a smirk, raising his eyebrows.

“Wow, that was so impressive.” You deadpanned, nudging him back in a similar manner. You placed your mug under the dispenser, pressing the button to fill it up.

“Worked like a charm,” his smirk never left and he turned to face you, leaning against the counter.

“Oh, definitely, I’m swooning,” you rolled your eyes -- a common gesture whenever you spoke to Hyunjin -- before grabbing your mug and stepping away.

“I knew you’d fall for me eventually.” He stayed unmoving, brown eyes practically teasing a reaction out of you.

And that was exactly why you could never have a proper conversation with the man. You’ve had your fair share of cocky men -- interrogating overconfident pimps was never your favourite task -- but at least you got paid to deal with those rich guys. There wasn’t enough money in the world to incite you into a willing conversation with Hyunjin. To the others, he was an absolute angel, going out of his way to help them, always cracking jokes to lighten the mood; to you, he was the devil’s incarnate: constantly looking for new ways to annoy you, taunting you at every possible instance -- the only time he’d gone out of his way for you was when he nitpicked through 5 of your cases, correcting any spelling mistakes and gaps. Long story short, Hwang Hyunjin was annoying. Great at his job -- there was no doubt about that -- but infuriating nonetheless.

“Anyway,” you sighed out, “goodbye, Hyunjin!”

Just as your free hand grabbed hold of the door knob, he yelled, “Wait!” Another sigh left you as you dropped the handle to turn around, raising a brow at him. A smirk briefly fluttered across his face, not quick enough for you to miss and it left you mentally questioning why you were still listening to him. “I heard you had a date tonight.” He watched you carefully, eyes meticulously observing every slight movement you made; you bit your tongue, not wanting to play into his games. When you gave no visible response, he continued, “Is it true?” He tilted his head innocently, but he was far from it, and you knew that.

You were sure he knew the answer to his own question, so why bother asking? To annoy you, of course.

“You’re a detective, work it out.”

Shutting your last folder, you heaved out a long sigh, rubbing the fatigue from your eyes. You were finally done. If you left now, you’d make it back to your apartment with enough time to shower before you needed to get ready and leave.

You grabbed the set of files you had just completed, pushing yourself away from your desk to put them away in the correct places. When you get back to your desk, Captain Woojin is there and you’re already dreading what he has to say.

“You’ve finished, right, y/n?”

Great. He probably had a ton of files in his office that needed completing, if the load in his hand was reflective of anything. He was probably watching and waiting -- like some sort of apex predator, a ravenous shark -- for someone to finish so he could dish out even more files, because who makes plans on a Friday evening? It wouldn’t hurt to lie to him, would it? No harm would be done, right?

“Yeah, I’m done.” You couldn’t lie. It would just hurt your conscience. Maybe this was a sign from the universe to not go on that blind date.

"Great, I can take those files for you, could you just drop this package off at the front desk?"

"Yeah, no problem." Could it be? Freedom? "Is that all?"

"Yes, thank you. Wouldn't want to keep your date waiting, right?"

The smile that had just started forming on your face was instantly wiped away when you saw the small grin on his face. He stacked the remaining files in his hand on Hyunjin's desk before leaving. You barely registered the snickers that left Hyunjin and Seungmin as you said your goodbyes and finally took leave.

Why did you ever think telling Felix about it was a good idea? Damn Detectives and their love for gossip.

It was a rush job but you made it on time. Getting home was fairly quick since you missed the rush hour traffic, and you're pretty sure that was the quickest you've ever showered and gotten ready in - if your date didn't appreciate all this effort, you were going to flip.

The place was fairly fancy -- low lighting, regal colours, the whole shebang -- and when the waiter led you to the reserved table, you couldn't help but look around at other diners' plates. Seriously, where was the rest of the meal? What was the point in having great tasting food if it barely filled you up? The pizza place a couple of blocks down seemed much more appealing right now, but you had to at least try to have fun today.

15 minutes. It had only been fifteen minutes but your eyes were drooping and your date still wasn't here. Once another ten went by, you picked up your phone and messaged the oh-so-amazing friend of yours that had set up this date in the first place.

You: chan???

You: hes not here and im tired, can i go home now??

Chan: He's not? :(

Chan: One sec, I'm messaging him

As you waited, you decided rubbing your freedom in Felix's face was a great pastime.

You: you still alive??

You: actually no, is jisung still alive or have you finally killed him?

Felix: killing him would just be more paperwork that my ass can't handle. I'm seeing folders every time i blink, put me out of my misery

You: you're still there??

Felix: lmao no, the Mins and i escaped, and Cap kicked Sung out when he started singing I Want It That Way

Felix: so your boy Hyunjinnie is the only one there ;^) must be a shit date if you're here texting me, but you could go in and keep him company if you know what i mean ;))))

You: i have no idea what you mean

After seeing the series of hearts and kiss emojis he sent you after, you came to the conclusion ignoring Felix was a much better pastime.

Chan: Shit

Chan: Asshole's not replying to me

Chan: I'm sorry y/n :/

Chan: Wtf he left me on read wtf

Chan: I'm pretty sure he's already given his card details to that place, rinse his money

After confirming with your waiter, who probably realised that you had been stood up, you decided to make good on what Chan said and buy some food. If the guy wasn't going to show up, you weren't just going to let an open tab go to waste.

You ordered two of the most expensive meals off the menu and a slice of cheesecake to lift up your mood.

Why did the precinct have to be there on your way back? As soon as you passed it, you remembered what Felix said about Hyunjin still being there. You wondered why he was staying back when the others had gotten out earlier, and you blame that reasoning alone for why you turned your car around and headed into the building.

He really was there. Legs on his desk, keyboard on his lap, typing with one hand and drinking coffee with the other, Hyunjin was a sight to behold. His shirt was crumpled, sleeves creased from being rolled up, and his hair was wild, sticking up at gravity-defying angles. You watched as his eyes skimmed over the text on his computer, unblinking even as he took another sip from the mug.

"Wow, you look like shit." You grinned, dropping the takeaway bags on your desk. You laughed when your presence startled him into jumping, coffee splashing down his forearm, chair rolling away from his desk, keyboard hanging dangerously over the edge.

"Y-You're back?"

"Clearly," amusement never left your eyes as you watched him fix his dishevelled state. You tossed the box of tissues on your desk to him and he smiled in thanks. Once he had finally wiped away the mess, picked up his keyboard and tamed his hair, he leaned back in his chair and swivelled to face you.

"Bad date?" The smirk on his face did nothing to make you forget the vision you just saw, and you would not let him have the upper hand.

"I just saw you singing Thank you, Next, don't try to mock me."

"I'll buy you coffee for a month if you don't tell the others?"

"Two months."

He huffed, but agreed anyway.

"And you have to get it from Carla's place."

"But that's so far away," he whined, pouting and all.

"I got the whole thing on video, so…"

"I'd be honoured to go!"

After a couple of minutes of (strangely comfortable) silence, you spoke up. "Have you even eaten yet?"

"Must've been a real bad date if you got takeaway," he snorted, rolling his chair to your desk before leaning an elbow on it, "What've you got?"

You pulled out the three containers, pushing one over to Hyunjin. "Ooh, Valentino's, how fancy." He rolled back to his desk, rummaging through a drawer to pull out the cutlery he had stashed there. You did the same as he shimmied back -- you had learned, rather quickly in your first week here, that it was best to keep your dishes safe in your desks if you wanted them to stay clean.

The food was still fairly warm as you ate, but, like all fancy restaurants, there was barely any food there to eat. Even after you split the cheesecake, you could feel your stomach on the edge of rumbling, and taking one look at Hyunjin told you he felt the same.

"You up for Chinese?" He grinned, licking away the remnants of cream from his fork, "I'll even pay."

"You done with your reports?" You glanced at his abandoned computer as he groaned.

"I hate Cap."

You laughed as he dragged a hand down his face, letting out a tired sigh. "He gave you more?"

"Well, yeah, sorta, I kinda asked for them."

"You deserve this then." You chuckled, curiously continuing, "Why'd you do that?"

At that, he chanced a glance at you before looking down at the fork he was twiddling between his fingers. "He was gonna give 'em to you, but I told him you had a date."

You narrowed your eyes at him, "Now why would you do that?"

He shrugged, as though he hadn't just lightened your load despite your rivalry, "You had plans, I didn't. Plus, you could use the break," then, in true annoying Hyunjin fashion, he smirked, "you look like shit."

You didn't dignify that with a verbal response, choosing to kick -- not so lightly -- him in the shin. You grinned at his yelped curse. He leaned down to rub his leg, pouting, "I was kidding- fuck, that hurts, you look…" he took the chance to scrutinise your appearance, eyes dancing with mirth as you shifted under his gaze. "You look okay."

"Okay?"

"Fine." He huffed, "you look fine. Alright. Decent. Nice."

He had rolled back to his desk before you could recognise his rising blush or form a reply. Was that supposed to be a compliment? He was so focussed on his screen now that you decided it must have been a compliment if he was shying away from you now. You smiled at that -- seriously, y/n? falling for the enemy? -- before you grabbed the used cutlery, going to the break room to wash them.

Once you finished washing up in the tiny sink, you headed over to Hyunjin. You hid your smirk when he tensed up ever so slightly as you dropped his cutlery on his desk; he took extra care in keeping his eyes on his screen, but you still noticed the slight hitch in the way he tapped at his keyboard, giving away his nerves to your trained eye.

Was he seriously still nervous about having given you a compliment? Did he regret it?

You said nothing, however, choosing to head back to your own desk before leaving the precinct. Without so much as a goodbye, Hyunjin watched -- eyes downcast, yet you'd never know -- as you walked away.

Hyunjin was a detective. A damn good detective, and he got your signal loud and clear.

Taking your reports from Woojin was a leap of faith, of sorts; he never intended on telling you that he took them -- or worse, why he really did -- but he thought that lightening your load on a Friday evening was a nice gesture and possibly a step in the right direction.

He thought, for once, the universe was working out in his favour, because even though he had piled on more work for himself than necessary, the stars aligned and you were brought back to him. God, his internal monologue was dramatic.

It was a crush. For the past three weeks and four days, Hyunjin had developed a somewhat crush on you. The teasing continued, of course, but the longing gazes he gave you -- which, thankfully, you never seemed to notice -- made him awfully aware of how much he liked spending time with you, even if you were spitting fire and mocking him.

But now, your rejection was blatantly obvious. Like a siren wailing right in front of him, he got the message. You completely ignored his compliment -- a sad attempt, really, but it was something -- and Hyunjin knew you knew what he was really hinting at (y/n, you look more than just okay, you look--) but words, it seemed, just weren't his forte, and he swivelled his chair away before he had to face the disgust that probably painted your face. And you said nothing. The silence that followed was deafening because he realised his shitty compliment -- yes, he'd finally come to terms that it was pathetic -- had made you feel so awkward, so uncomfortable, that you couldn't even speak to him; instead, he had to listen to water splashing, cutlery tinkling and you walking away.

--stunning.

He wasn't asleep. He had half a mind to just shove whoever kept poking him and not letting him wallow in his arms. He was allowed to be sad: the person he kind of, maybe, possibly, had feelings for had just up and left him alone in an empty squad room, he could pout for a few moments longer. The incessant nudges didn't poke through Hyunjin's bubble and it made him wonder, one, who the hell was still touching him? and two, what was the goddamn time, because he was sure the pokes had lasted forever and a day, and he still had two more reports to go over.

On a newly-thought-of third note, it made him finally aware of the scent of spices weaseling into his pity party.

His head snapped up, jaw dropping only slightly when he saw it was you.

Really and truly, you.

Holding Chinese from that one store just down the road.

Fucking finally, you muttered, but he was still shocked that you were here, on your own chair, but right beside him, with more containers actually filled to the brim with his favourite food from his favourite place.

But more importantly, you were right beside him.

"Dig in," you murmured, waiting for him to start eating first.

You were momentarily blinded by the grin he gave you, before he began eating and you followed.

After you finished eating -- hunger thoroughly sated -- you decided that maybe spending some more time with Hyunjin wouldn't be so bad.

No, you were only going to stay because technically these were your reports and you didn't want to owe him any favours he could use against you. It wasn't because two weeks and five days ago you had developed a small, barely there, practically non-existent, crush on the man beside you.

It certainly wasn't because you were totally aware now of the way he was smiling at you as you proofread the final report.

And it most definitely wasn't because his lips had your own turning up into a smile.

"You're staring." You said, eyes skimming through line after line of police work.

"I know."

"Why?"

"Because…" he trailed off, scooting the slightest bit closer as his arm snaked around the back of your chair so he could roll you even closer too, "you look--"

yo pls tell me wtf this is bc i have no idea. it's almost 4am, im at 11% but ya boi is done™ hope u liked this bc i had no idea where i was going with this, the idea was a lot cuter in my head but oh well :'')

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pocketsizedquasar · 4 years

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countessgreytea · 5 years

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I stumbled upon a forum and started reading through some MM threads. One anonymous poster had some interesting things to share in a thread from late September 2018:

So, I volunteered/worked for the DOS during the end of her toronto years and the transition. I don't like to bash black industry because I feel it's vital for us to make our own opportunities and grow our own wealth, but this tea is absolutely true, and then some. Certain power players would absolutely fawn over her when they met her with her ex husband and when she went to audition would literally laugh in her face. I will defend her against anyone calling her a hooker. That's absolutely untrue. She made a lot of her extra money by befriending fashion people and ultimately getting paid for appearances at dinners/red carpets. She was an opportunist, but honestly if it were a dude, we wouldn't be judging him the way people judge her. I can honestly say that the relationship timeline given to the public regarding Harry is false. If you find that interview with her ex's mom and read between the lines, you'll see it. She has historically not been great with timelines. If people have questions I can answer a few. I'm still in touch with her because I've moved on to work for her friend who is very much in touch with her.

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So she and CV (the ex) were as good as engaged even around the end of April - they were both at my birthday dinner. CV is engaged to a singer and they have a baby on the way - that's how ready he was to start a family. He's a really good guy. Even now when I go in to one of his joints and he's around we chat and he offered his family vacation home for me to take my mom for a week. I don't often say this about white men, but I really respect him, he reminds me of my dad. It's a little hard to believe now, but she was more of an earthy Cali girl pre-prince, so they weren't super serious about a formal engagement. CV was totally head over heels and the only reason they were waiting was bc meg really wanted to branch into movies and do something meaningful before settling down with kids and moving into a travel/food show. "Think Bourdain meets Nora Ephron meets hippie chic" is what I wrote in my notes when we were writing up a proposal. I was actually really excited about it, I was going to work on the show. Priyanka Chopra has sorta copied the idea and but changed it so she meets famous people lol. (I have PC tea too, someone point me to a thread and I'll post). Prinze was seeing someone. I hope you'll respect that I won't spill bc that could get me into real trouble. He and nutmeg actually met in the run up to invictus, she "wanted to help" but this is code for wanted to make connections. When they met sparks flew and basically she was like damn issa prince and made her moves accordingly. There was a month between the breakup and the first date and the breakup actually wasn't "final" it was "just a break." She said she was feeling like she was in a rut. From date #1 onwards it was a whirlwind. It was really lovely to watch two people fall in love but very tough bc I knew what had gone down prior. As far as I know she is not pregnant, she is doing IVF though and it has caused a little bloat. That's why her clothes are rarely fitted. She'll be pregnant towards the end of the Aussie tour if all goes as planned. She is very calculating but I really respect her game. For example, that story about the corgis laying at her feet was planted bc white people love anything to do with dogs (I mean, so do the rest of us but white people don't have great attention spans, let's be totally real). She has a natural strategic intelligence from her mother. I cannot say enough wonderful things about her mother. Oprah and Iyanla got nothing on her, imo. This prince thing is the first time ms.meg did someone dirty since I started working for her. She secured the bag, so good for her, I guess.

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Made moves - set up the Wimbledon appearance and "happened" to be at the soho house hotel so prinze and her could see each other again. It's a hotel that the public doesn't have the same kind of access too.

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about the engagement interview, and the corgi anecdote:

Oh girl, you don't even know what I did for that interview. Just because Harry told the story doesn't mean it wasn't planted. They planted in the interview so that people would go "aww." Think about the placement of that anecdote - right after they spoke about meeting family and how they'd spent a lot of time together in the past 1.5 years. The story was to push that narrative over the edge by associating it with a sweet story.

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Someone replied that MM was in Mexico when PH was in Toronto ahead of IG:

My girl, this doesn't mean we didn't reach out and get in touch with the invictus team. The Internet issa crazy thing!

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Whether PH knew about CV:

I actually don't know much about this side of the story - I worked for the DOS, not the prince. I never had access to her personal texts or anything. From what I felt though, I don't think he knew exactly how serious they were

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Sure! Auntie Dee has been through a lot in her own life. People haven't looked much into her own childhood, but there was family tension and abuse, but she never let that get her down. She was quick to compliment on good character "thank you for your honesty" "thank you for your grace" "i admire your strength." She really is crazy about yoga though, she says it helps preserve the body. She is not at all judgmental to people who do yoga the first time, including myself, and doesn't like that white women culture vulture yoga from Indians - she is fierce about respecting heritage. She loves gardening. She is lowkey a very strong Christian...idk how that fits with yoga tbh but she's cool with it. She is completely self-made and raised up several black women and other women of color in her professional life (yoga and social work and other artistic endeavours)

..... About the article with CV’s mom : “Mrs Vitiello surmises that Meghan and Cory had been apart for about three months before she first met Harry.”:

Regarding that Daily Mail article: the specific wording is surmised. The meaning of the word surmise is to suppose something is true without having the evidence to confirm it. I know the person trying to poke holes in my tea won't believe it, but that specific word was fought over and eventually money was paid in order for that specific word to be used.

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I could be wrong here - I'm definitely not in her inner circle anymore (professionally there is no real room for upward movement, I started working for her blog so I could eventually work in digital publication and PR). I also know nothing about IVF - I just heard from my boss (her friend) that it causes bloat and it's really unfair that people judge her. I know for sure she is on IVF bc she needed an injection during her trip to Toronto and her PPOs were unhappy and my boss talked about it a lot.

.....

There are a lot of royal "rules" that the family must abide by that aren't normal for you and me, including medication. The physician must be present alongside the assistant to ensure that the shot has not been tampered with, etc. Remember, British royalty goes back to the days of people poisoning each other regularly, there are still archaic rules. I don't know more than that, I'm only peripherally in her life anymore.

.....

someone asked about PH/MM’s dynamic:

I only saw the beginning, until the move to London. They are both demonstrative, but just from knowing her, I can tell she's a little more cautious in public - she doesn't want to seem too American/gauche. She'll probably relax as she has kids and sinks into her role, you know? It's tough to be totally yourself when you have so many eyes on you.

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Do the BRF like MM?

All I've been told is that they love her but they way it's been said seemed like the person who said it was trying to convince themselves as well as me. From emails and coordination purposes, "the firm" aka the staff took to her really well and Prince Chuck liked her a lot too.

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What happened in Toronto with photographers before PH made his statement?

People were trying to break into her house and get onto the Suits set. She jetted to London one evening and eight hours later the statement had been released. It was released like 6 AM ET, I believe.

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Her husband, as far as I know, was not a good dude. She never went into specifics but the person who worked for her prior alway said to forward any emails from him to her lawyer. Their relationship was not good.

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About Suits, and were other family members at her wedding:

She speaks to the women and Rick, not so much Patrick and Gabe but was genuinely on good terms with everyone. I think she misses it, she tries to be normal by going about doing the same things she did in Toronto but I don't think it's the same. It's okay, she's a princess, she'll survive. Other family members were there, yes.

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Oof, where you got all this sourness from? No bankruptcy, no jail (though she did work at correctional facilities). I think the living with her dad thing was just because of proximity to her school. I believe she spent Friday to Sunday evenings with her mom.

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Her offering help with IG:

So she was not volunteering the way you or I would volunteer, but she was reaching out to ask whether she could lend her knowledge of Toronto and relationships with people there to help make things run smoothly. It's not really work, it's basically just talking lol. All these celebs who say they are the UN ambassador for whatever just go on paid vacations to poor folks' homes and film themselves being selfless aka playing with kids and then "lending their support" aka throwing a bit of money or "having high-level conversations." They were both in relationships at the time they first connected and the time they first met. She was looking to see if there was an opening for her, if that makes sense. The "first date" they talk about combines their first meeting and then the actual date after he expressed interest (they broke up with others to date, but remember, DOS told her ex that it was a break because she felt she was in a rut and not feeling connection with him). They definitely were texting a lot before the real first date.

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I never heard anything about this - if it's true, my apologies to the poster. I did not know everything about their lives. Doria did not strike me as someone who would file for bankruptcy but I know that many people "aren't the type"

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As far as I know Kate is cordial to DOS but you would really expect her to make more of an effort. There seemed to be some jealousy/distrust apparently.

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is she close with doria?:

I think they played up the closeness a bit during the "courtship" but from what I saw, they certainly became closer during that time too. I can say that she had been taking care of her mom financially when I was around.

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I know when she gets angry she tears up and gets very quiet.

#mm #mmphbi #meghan markle #mine

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hydrus · 6 years

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I had a great week. The downloader overhaul is almost done.

pixiv

Just as Pixiv recently moved their art pages to a new phone-friendly, dynamically drawn format, they are now moving their regular artist gallery results to the same system. If your username isn't switched over yet, it likely will be in the coming week.

The change breaks our old html parser, so I have written a new downloader and json api parser. The way their internal api works is unusual and over-complicated, so I had to write a couple of small new tools to get it to work. However, it does seem to work again.

All of your subscriptions and downloaders will try to switch over to the new downloader automatically, but some might not handle it quite right, in which case you will have to go into edit subscriptions and update their gallery manually. You'll get a popup on updating to remind you of this, and if any don't line up right automatically, the subs will notify you when they next run. The api gives all content--illustrations, manga, ugoira, everything--so there unfortunately isn't a simple way to refine to just one content type as we previously could. But it does neatly deliver everything in just one request, so artist searching is now incredibly faster.

Let me know if pixiv gives any more trouble. Now we can parse their json, we might be able to reintroduce the arbitrary tag search, which broke some time ago due to the same move to javascript galleries.

twitter

In a similar theme, given our fully developed parser and pipeline, I have now wangled a twitter username search! It should be added to your downloader list on update. It is a bit hacky and may be ultimately fragile if they change something their end, but it otherwise works great. It discounts retweets and fetches 19/20 tweets per gallery 'page' fetch. You should be able to set up subscriptions and everything, although I generally recommend you go at it slowly until we know this new parser works well. BTW: I think twitter only 'browses' 3200 tweets in the past, anyway. Note that tweets with no images will be 'ignored', so any typical twitter search will end up with a lot of 'Ig' results--this is normal. Also, if the account ever retweets more than 20 times in a row, the search will stop there, due to how the clientside pipeline works (it'll think that page is empty).

Again, let me know how this works for you. This is some fun new stuff for hydrus, and I am interested to see where it does well and badly.

misc

In order to be less annoying, the 'do you want to run idle jobs?' on shutdown dialog will now only ask at most once per day! You can edit the time unit under options->maintenance and processing.

Under options->connection, you can now change max total network jobs globally and per domain. The defaults are 15 and 3. I don't recommend you increase them unless you know what you are doing, but if you want a slower/more cautious client, please do set them lower.

The new advanced downloader ui has a bunch of quality of life improvements, mostly related to the handling of example parseable data.

full list

downloaders:

after adding some small new parser tools, wrote a new pixiv downloader that should work with their new dynamic gallery's api. it fetches all an artist's work in one page. some existing pixiv download components will be renamed and detached from your existing subs and downloaders. your existing subs may switch over to the correct pixiv downloader automatically, or you may need to manually set them (you'll get a popup to remind you).

wrote a twitter username lookup downloader. it should skip retweets. it is a bit hacky, so it may collapse if they change something small with their internal javascript api. it fetches 19-20 tweets per 'page', so if the account has 20 rts in a row, it'll likely stop searching there. also, afaik, twitter browsing only works back 3200 tweets or so. I recommend proceeding slowly.

added a simple gelbooru 0.1.11 file page parser to the defaults. it won't link to anything by default, but it is there if you want to put together some booru.org stuff

you can now set your default/favourite download source under options->downloading

misc:

the 'do idle work on shutdown' system will now only ask/run once per x time units (including if you say no to the ask dialog). x is one day by default, but can be set in 'maintenance and processing'

added 'max jobs' and 'max jobs per domain' to options->connection. defaults remain 15 and 3

the colour selection buttons across the program now have a right-click menu to import/export #FF0000 hex codes from/to the clipboard

tag namespace colours and namespace rendering options are moved from 'colours' and 'tags' options pages to 'tag summaries', which is renamed to 'tag presentation'

the Lain import dropper now supports pngs with single gugs, url classes, or parsers--not just fully packaged downloaders

fixed an issue where trying to remove a selection of files from the duplicate system (through the advanced duplicates menu) would only apply to the first pair of files

improved some error reporting related to too-long filenames on import

improved error handling for the folder-scanning stage in import folders--now, when it runs into an error, it will preserve its details better, notify the user better, and safely auto-pause the import folder

png export auto-filenames will now be sanitized of \, /, :, *-type OS-path-invalid characters as appropriate as the dialog loads

the 'loading subs' popup message should appear more reliably (after 1s delay) if the first subs are big and loading slow

fixed the 'fullscreen switch' hover window button for the duplicate filter

deleted some old hydrus session management code and db table

some other things that I lost track of. I think it was mostly some little dialog fixes :/

advanced downloader stuff:

the test panel on pageparser edit panels now has a 'post pre-parsing conversion' notebook page that shows the given example data after the pre-parsing conversion has occurred, including error information if it failed. it has a summary size/guessed type description and copy and refresh buttons.

the 'raw data' copy/fetch/paste buttons and description are moved down to the raw data page

the pageparser now passes up this post-conversion example data to sub-objects, so they now start with the correctly converted example data

the subsidiarypageparser edit panel now also has a notebook page, also with brief description and copy/refresh buttons, that summarises the raw separated data

the subsidiary page parser now passes up the first post to its sub-objects, so they now start with a single post's example data

content parsers can now sort the strings their formulae get back. you can sort strict lexicographic or the new human-friendly sort that does numbers properly, and of course you can go ascending or descending--if you can get the ids of what you want but they are in the wrong order, you can now easily fix it!

some json dict parsing code now iterates through dict keys lexicographically ascending by default. unfortunately, due to how the python json parser I use works, there isn't a way to process dict items in the original order

the json parsing formula now uses a string match when searching for dictionary keys, so you can now match multiple keys here (as in the pixiv illusts|manga fix). existing dictionary key look-ups will be converted to 'fixed' string matches

the json parsing formula can now get the content type 'dictionary keys', which will fetch all the text keys in the dictionary/Object, if the api designer happens to have put useful data in there, wew

formulae now remove newlines from their parsed texts before they are sent to the StringMatch! so, if you are grabbing some multi-line html and want to test for 'Posted: ' somewhere in that mess, it is now easy.

next week

After slaughtering my downloader overhaul megajob of redundant and completed issues (bringing my total todo from 1568 down to 1471!), I only have 15 jobs left to go. It is mostly some quality of life stuff and refreshing some out of date help. I should be able to clear most of them out next week, and the last few can be folded into normal work.

So I am now planning the login manager. After talking with several users over the past few weeks, I think it will be fundamentally very simple, supporting any basic user/pass web form, and will relegate complicated situations to some kind of improved browser cookies.txt import workflow. I suspect it will take 3-4 weeks to hash out, and then I will be taking four weeks to update to python 3, and then I am a free agent again. So, absent any big problems, please expect the 'next big thing to work on poll' to go up around the end of October, and for me to get going on that next big thing at the end of November. I don't want to finalise what goes on the poll yet, but I'll open up a full discussion as the login manager finishes.

#release

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ohpedromypedros-main · 7 years

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Perfect Role

A/N: This was requested by @kittyk4892! I hope you enjoy it! <3

Author: @bill-skarsgard-writings

Word Count: 3,519

Characters: Bill x Reader, Stellan Skarsgård, few minor characters

Pairings: Bill x Reader

Warnings: mentions of insecurities, swearing, fluff

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Summary: The reader and Bill have been best friends for over a decade and in her mind they’ll never be anything more, but when Bill lands his role as Pennywise in the new ‘IT’ adaptation, he decides he wants her to be his date for the premiere as well as something a little more than just friends.

(You will see why I used this gif instead of one where he looks sexy, okay? 😂)

Bill Skarsgård, a man you called your best friend since the two of you were teenagers, but thought you'd never call your boyfriend. You had a crush on Bill the moment you met him, but eventually realized that your crush would be just that. A crush. You believed that it would never become anything more. To you, he was too good for you. Your insecurities always got the best of you. Eating away at the back of your mind every time you were in his presence. You're not good enough for him. He's too attractive for you. As if he'd ever love you. Those were but a few of the thoughts that would fill your mind when you'd spend time with him.

You met Bill when you were 14. He was attending one of his father's movie premieres in LA and your mother, who was there to support Stellan, happened to bring you along that day. Your mom had met Stellan several years before on the set of a film they co-starred in. When she found out that he had a son your age, she suggested they'd have to get together some time to introduce you to each other. But unfortunately, the acting life got in the way of those plans and the introduction never happened. Not until the day of Stellan's movie premiere, 4 years later.

”Y/N, this is Mr. Skarsgård and his son Bill. We'll be attending the film tonight with them.”

”Hi,” you nodded, giving them a shy smile.

”Nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Your mother has talked a lot about you,” Stellan smiled in return.

”Really? Good things, I hope.”

”Nothing but good things,” he let out a soft chuckle before motioning to Bill. ”Bill is your age. I thought maybe you two could chat, get to know each other. Bill needs more friends.”

”I've got plenty of friends, dad. Quit your worrying.”

You giggled quietly, earning a smile from Bill.

”Anyway, don't listen to him. I've got tons of friends. They're all dudes, but they're still friends.”

”I know what you mean. All my friends are female. I've never actually met a guy I can actually click with, ya know?” You smiled.

”Yeah pretty much same here. Every girl I've ever met are either snobby or straight up bitchy.”

”Language,” Stellan warned.

Bill cleared his throat, avoiding his father's eyes. ”Sorry,” he mumbled.

You giggled again, your heart skipping a beat in your chest as he gave you another smile. That was it. The moment that would change your life forever.

You sat in your apartment located in downtown LA, typing away at your computer. You moved to LA a year after graduating high school to attend college, but ended up dropping out to pursue a career in writing. You wrote all sorts of things. Poetry, short stories, but currently you were working on your second novel. Your first novel was a slight success. You sold over 1,000 copies within half a year, which to you was pretty good because most beginners never do that well. Bill was one of your biggest supporters and of course one of your biggest fans. He tried comparing you to Stephen King, but you only laughed and told him that was an over-exaggeration. You knew you'd never be as amazing a writer as Stephen King, but the sole fact that Bill thought you were that good was what made you happy with your work.

Halfway through typing a paragraph you had deleted and rewrote multiples times, your cell phone began to ring. You grabbed it from the drawer of your desk and smiled wide when you saw that Bill was calling.

“Hey, Bill! What's up?”

“Y/N, you will never guess what role I just landed!”

“Uhmm... Is it a porno role?”

“Jesus no,” he laughed, knowing you were joking with him. “A lot better than porn.”

“Well shit, what could be better than that?”

“Let me give you a hint. Stephen King.”

You sat straight up in your chair, eyes widening at the mention of your favorite writer. There was only one Stephen King film you could think of at this very moment, one that had been rumored for months to be remade, but this time, it would be a movie and not a mini series for TV.

“Tell me you were cast in the fucking ‘IT’ movie.”

“Oh I was, but can you guess who I was cast for?”

You sat for a moment thinking of all the possibilities. He couldn't have been cast for any of the Loser's Club kids since he was too old for that. He could have been cast as one of them as an adult, though. But he didn't fit the description to play any of them. It couldn't be them. As you were running through all the possibilities in your head, it slowly, but finally hit you.

“Pennywise?!”

“Yep! Y/N, I'm playing fucking Pennywise in the new ‘IT’ movie.”

“Holy shit!” You screamed, jumping from your chair. “Bill, that is fucking amazing! Do you have any idea how proud I am of you right now?!”

“Oh I figured you would be. By the way,” he paused, silence filling the other end of the phone. You were about to speak when the ring of your door buzzer cut you off. You jumped slightly, walking out of your office to hit the speak button on the speaker system by your front door.

“Yeah?”

“Let me in, ya whack job.”

Bill laughed on the other end and you could only let out a squeal before hitting the door button to allow him entrance to the building. You swung your door open, patiently waiting for him in the doorway so you could greet him with a giant hug. It had been a few months since you last saw Bill and you missed him terribly. Of course the two of you would call and text each other daily, but it was his presence and that gorgeous face of his that you missed the most.

Bill turned the corner of your hallway and gave you the cheesiest grin on Earth. You laughed to yourself and as he finally reached you, threw your arms around him for a long overdue hug.

“Oh I've missed you so much!” You sighed, nuzzling your face into his shoulder.

“I've missed you too, Butthead.”

You giggled at his nickname for you before pulling back from the hug and motioning inside.

“Come in.”

“Thank you.”

You followed him in and closed the door behind you, a smile beaming on your face.

“I brought some celebratory champagne with me, since ya know, I just landed one of the greatest roles of my career.”

“I hope it's the good shit,” you laughed.

“Oh it is the good shit.”

He turned to you with a smile, pulling a bottle from a brown paper bag and holding up your favorite brand of champagne.

“You're literally the best.”

“I try,” he grinned.

“Let me go grab some glasses. You go take a seat in the living room and I'll be right there.”

“Sounds good to me.”

You bit your lip with a smile, heading into the kitchen to grab two glasses from the cabinet and bringing them out to the living room where Bill was already on the couch opening the bottle. You sat down next to him, handing him a glass, and holding out your own so he could pour you some champagne. After he filled his own glass, he raised it with a smile.

“To new beginnings.”

You grinned widely, holding up your glass and meeting Bill's gaze.

“To new beginnings.”

You clanked your glasses together and took a nice long sip, the clear golden liquid fizzing as it went down your throat. You cringed slightly, shaking the feeling away.

“Jeez, as much as I love this shit, I still can't get used to the feeling of the fizz as it goes down.”

“Yeah that's the only bad part about champagne, otherwise it's pretty damn good.”

You nodded your head, bringing your glass to your lips for another sip before giving Bill a smile.

“So, give me the deets. When does filming start?”

“Soon, actually. It's being filmed in Canada too.”

“Awesome! Do you have any idea what your Pennywise look is going to be yet?”

“Not yet. I think I'm finding out soon, though. They're probably still drawing the design up.”

“I hope it's creepy looking. Can you even be creepy looking?” You laughed.

He gave you this look, a look you hadn't seen him do in several years. His bottom lip came out into a point as his upper lip slightly tucked in, revealing his top teeth. His eyes stayed focused on yours and you bit back a laugh as he did his famous eye thing.

“This is why you're my best friend.”

He laughed softly, creeper status quickly changing to amusement.

“Yeah, I know.”

“So, will this be the last time I get to see you before filming starts?” You frowned, setting your glass down on the coffee table in front of you. Bill set his down as well, giving his head a stern shake.

“No. I was actually thinking of having you be on set with me while I film my scenes. I mean, that's if you want to. I figured it would help you out with your writing. Give you some inspiration and stuff.”

A wide grin spread across your face and you threw your arms around Bill's neck for a tight embrace.

“Really?! That sounds amazing! Would it be okay with the director and stuff, though?”

“I've already talked to him. He said it would be nice to have you.”

“Really?” You beamed.

“Mm yep! You can fly out to Canada with me. I'll give you details and everything when the time comes.”

“Sounds great!”

“I suggest you start packing now, though. You're gonna be away from home for quite a while.”

“I'm totally okay with that. I'll be with you.”

He chuckled softly, leaning over to press a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“Love you, Butthead.”

“Love you too,” you grinned.

Filming for ‘IT’ went spectacular. From what you were able to see, Bill did an amazing job playing Pennywise and the wardrobe they chose was certainly fitting for Bill's portrayal of him. After they wrapped up with the filming, you and Bill headed back to LA together. You could tell he was super stoked for the premiere of the movie and of course, you were too. You loved the original with Tim Curry, but you always wanted a darker film. One that was as dark, if not more dark than the book. You were a huge horror buff, as everyone could tell by your novel and several of your short stories, and you strived to be as good as Stephen King. You knew it wouldn't happen. In your mind, no one could ever be as good as the King himself, but one could only hope.

The premiere for ‘IT’ was nearing and Bill had been planning to ask you to be his date for the showing. He had a lot planned, actually. You were just completely oblivious to it all. Currently you were out helping him find something to wear to the premiere. You knew Bill had a unique and interesting fashion style, so you tried to find things more down his alley when you helped him look.

“I think you should look for something to wear as well since we're already out.”

You tilted your head confused, having no idea why he was telling you to look for something to wear. You weren't going to the premiere, or so you thought.

“Why would I need something to wear?” You asked, grabbing a vest and holding it up to show him, receiving a cringe in return.

“Because I want you to be my date to the premiere,” he replied, picking up a vest and observing it before putting it back in its spot.

You snapped your gaze up from the rack of vests, your heart suddenly pounding against your chest. If he weren't all the way on the other side of the rack, you were sure he'd hear the pounding himself.

“W-what? Me? Why? I'm sure there are prettier girls out there that you could bring. I'm surely nothing special.”

He lowered another vest he was looking at, a frown forming on his face at your comment. He sighed softly, setting the vest back where it sat before he grabbed it and walked around to stand in front of you, his hands reaching to cup your cheeks. You glanced up at him, a blush already beginning to burn across your face.

“Because I love you and want you to be there with me. You've been my biggest support throughout this whole thing, I don't want anyone else to experience this with me.”

You opened and closed your mouth several times before finally getting your words out, but they only came out above a whisper.

“Y-you love me?”

Bill had never said the entire “I love you” to you before. It was always “love you” or “love ya” in the way an opposite sex best friend would say. Bill looked down at you, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks as he gave you a smile.

“I've loved you from the moment I met you, Y/N. I've just always been afraid that I wasn't good enough for you.”

“That's funny, because that's exactly how it is for me.”

He quirked his head sideways, one eyebrow quirked as if to say “Really?”

“Bill, have you ever taken a good look at yourself? Inside and out? Everything about you is beyond perfect, but when I look at myself I see quite the opposite. I see someone that would never have a chance with Bill Skarsgård.”

“You're perfect to me. In every way possible. You're beautiful, funny, courageous, talented, spunky, outgoing. I could go on, trust me I could.”

“But--”

“Shh,” he hushed you with a press of his thumb against your lips, moving it to gently trace your bottom lip. “Don't say another negative thing about yourself, please. I love you, Y/N. Just the way you are.”

“I... I love you too, Bill.”

You looked up at him, eyes glistening with tears that began to form from the sudden burst of happiness flowing through you. Bill wiped away a tear that fell, a soft smile forming on his lips. He knew they were tears of happiness, not sad tears. A sudden wave of confidence washed over him and he leaned down to press his lips to yours, moving them in such a passionate, loving way that it took your breath away. You stepped closer to him, reaching one of your hands up to rest against his cheek, your lips moving in sync with his. After several seconds you both had to break the kiss to catch your breath, leaning your foreheads against one another.

“Y/N...” Bill whispered, eyes locking on yours.

“Yes?”

“I've... I've been wanting to ask you this for many, many years.”

You bit your lip, already having an idea of what he was about to ask you.

“Will you be my girl? My partner in crime? The woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with?”

You nodded your head rapidly, a happy sob escaping your lips.

“Yes, Bill, I will!”

He sighed in relief, pulling you in for another kiss.

“I love you,” he mumbled, his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw.

“I love you too,” you blushed. “So shall we continue searching for something to wear for the premiere of your biggest movie yet?”

“That would probably be a good idea,” he chuckled.

You smiled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before moving to sift through the rest of the vests on the rack. Eventually, you came across an orange-poppy and blue colored zigzag printed vest and held it up, a questioning look in your eyes. He gave you a wide grin, nodding his head.

“Yes. That's it, that's the one. I already even have a shirt to wear with it.”

“Perfect! I'm glad you like my choice,” you giggled.

“Mmhm. Now it's time to find a dress for you to wear. Nothing too fancy, but something that will blow everyone away by your beauty.”

“And that sorta matches what you're wearing?”

“Maybe color wise,” he chuckled.

You smiled, walking back over to him to hand him the vest.

“Shall I check out the dress section while you buy your vest?”

“Yeah, see if you can find anything that'll go with the colors. If there's nothing here, there are plenty of other shops we can check out.”

“Sounds good to me,” you grinned.

You headed for the dress section, looking through all the dresses in your size, but nothing really caught your attention. You let out a defeated huff, walking over to where Bill was just finishing up at the register.

“No luck?”

You shook your head with a sigh.

“That's alright. We have plenty of other places to check.”

“Okay,” you smiled.

The two of you left the shop and headed for another one. It took you several shops before you finally found the perfect dress. You brought it over to Bill, a wide grin on your face.

“How's this? I think it matches perfectly with the orange color in your vest. At least I think it's orange...” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“I'd say it's some sort of a poppy-like orange, yeah,” he chuckled. “But yes I think it'll work. It'll give a little more emphasis to my outfit when you're next to me.”

“Perfect!” You squealed, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “I'll go buy this now.”

“Okay babe,” he chuckled, pecking your lips.

You walked over to the front register, handing the dress to the cashier behind the counter.

“Beautiful dress,” she smiled. “What's the special occasion?”

“A movie premiere,” you grinned. “My boyfriend's new movie is hitting theaters next month, but I get to go with him for the premiere of it.”

Just the thought of Bill finally being your boyfriend made you sigh happily. This was a day you always dreamed of, but never thought would actually come true.

“That sounds wonderful. I'm sure you'll have a great time.”

“Yeah! I'm excited for him,” you smiled, handing her your credit card so she could run it through.

Bill walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. You smiled up at him, resting your head against his chest. The cashier handed you your card back and stared up at Bill.

“Well, you failed to mention that your boyfriend is Bill Skarsgård.”

“Oh,” you giggled softly. “Sorry.”

“That's okay. I'm sorry, I'm just a big fan. You were amazing in Hemlock Grove.”

“Thank you! That means a lot,” he grinned. “Here.”

He grabbed a blank piece of paper that sat on the counter and signed it with a pen from his back pocket. The cashier's eyes brightened up and a huge smile crossed her face.

“Wow! Thank you so much!”

“No problem at all. Keep that in a safe place,” he winked.

She nodded happily, handing you your dress which she placed in a bag, as well as your receipt.

“Thank you!” You beamed, taking Bill's hand in yours and walking with him out of the store. You made your way back to his car and placed both your bags in the trunk. You couldn't wait to wear the dress to the premiere. You knew already that you were going to look amazing in it, but all you cared about was how Bill looked at you while you wore it. “I can't wait for the premiere. It's going to be a great night, I just know it.”

“It's going to be a great night because you're going to be there to experience it with me,” he added.

You blushed, reaching to grab his hand once more.

“I love you, Bill.”

“I love you too, Y/N. More than you could ever imagine.”

He brought your hand up to his lips, lightly brushing them against your knuckles. A content sigh escaped your own lips and all you wanted was for this moment to last forever, which in your mind, it would.

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womenofcolor15 · 4 years

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Stephen Jackson’s Ex-Fiancée Imani Showalter Pops Up With Receipts To Debunk Wedding Story & Responds To His 'Bitter Black Women' Rant

After former NBA baller Stephen Jackson spoke about why he left Imani Showalter at the alter, the former “BBW” star is now sharing her side of the story. Find out what she had to say inside…

Well, this escalated quickly.

Former NBA star Stephen Jackson went on IG Live to share why he left his ex-fiancée/former “BBW: LA” star "Melissa" Imani Showalter at the alter.

Now, she’s sharing her side of the story…with receipts.

In the Live, Stephen mention the San Antonio Spurs had an issue with the way Imani dressed and he claims the organization felt that she wasn’t a good influence on the other WAGS and that's why he didn't re-sign with the team. Well, Imani addressed his claims in an IG post today.

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And I had just signed a record deal Via Shakir Stewart with my girl group. I been on. Don't try to minimize me to some gold digger bitch cause we both know I upgraded YOU! Nappy braids and gapped teeth ain't never been hitting. You fixed yourself up and got some big money contracts, but let's not forget what and who you really are. Cosmetic dentistry and new clothes can't disguise how ugly you are on the inside. Now run tell @madamenoire that.

A post shared by Melissa S (@iammelissaimani) on Apr 21, 2020 at 1:12pm PDT

In a nutshell, Imani (who goes by Melissa on IG) said the way she dressed had NOTHING to do with why he didn't sign a new contract with the Spurs. In a series of posts on IG, she said they ended up in Atlanta because of HIS unhealthy habits. It had nothing to do with her like he tried to make it seem in his IG Live.

"And I had just signed a record deal Via Shakir Stewart with my girl group. I been on. Don't try to minimize me to some gold digger bitch cause we both know I upgraded YOU! Nappy braids and gapped teeth ain't never been hitting," she wrote on IG. "You fixed yourself up and got some big money contracts, but let's not forget what and who you really are. Cosmetic dentistry and new clothes can't disguise how ugly you are on the inside. Now run tell @madamenoire that."

Sis always whipped out receipts:

"Please look at the date sent.... 2 weeks before the wedding (not the 3-4 months you lied about on live this morning) and also take note of who was copied.... I'm assuming that's who sat down with attorneys," she wrote, addressing the prenup Stephen claims he sent her months before the wedding. "Keep lying but I got receipts. YOU never had even had the conversation with me about wanting me to sign a prenup and wouldn't even call the lawyers back trying to avoid disappointing your momma. Keep it for once #Receipts #ALieDontCareWhoTellIt #FakeNews #YouAintGottaLieToKickIt #Fakest'RealNigga'IKnow"

In another post:

"And yes I did sign after hand writing some things in because I didn't know what was in that mysterious prenup that I got 1 hour before walking down the isle," she wrote in the caption of a what appears to be a photo of the actual prenup. "I didn't ask for much because I had trust and was blinded by love. I asked for bare minimum. I asked for allowance so I wound be at your mercy because you've dogged me before and left me for dead and me and your child had to sleep on a couch and my girlfriend had to send me money to feed your child. I asked for a house In case you choose to throw me and the kids on the street as you had done numerous times and I had to ask a girlfriend who was armed to come with me for you to even allow me back in to get me and my kids clothes. I requested NO MORE kids because YOU asked for these kids and by this time I had seen What kind of father you were. I asked that you stop cheating because after having 2 babies on me I'd had enough. And finally I asked to have legal representation at a later date to look at the prenup at a later date to make sure it would be 2 sided. Period. Keep lying to you fans who have no clue how evil you are but leave me alone," she wrote.

"I have nothing but time (quarantined and bored) and receipts (yes I'm petty and pay for extra cloud storage to hold receipts of everything because I know I need proof to discount your lies against me) I have every text email legal doc that has ever been sent. If I can put my hands on something from 15 years ago like that just think of all the shit I haven't shown. I've been respectful and quiet to cover and protect not just you but my kids... but my patience is wearing thin. Please just leave me alone. #YouAintGottaLieToKickIt"

Here's more:

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So since we want to talk about how your kids don't call you on your birthday ... maybe this is why. You show people how to treat you. This is how my daughter spent her Sweet 16 on her floor crying cause once again you disappointed her and let her down. Take responsibility for the relationship (or lack there of )you have created with your children. You're not the victim here sir they are. #GirlDad #YouAintGottaLieToKickIt

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So I guess there's more to come. Smh please just grow up and go away. I'm over here battling Corona, raising these kids, working from home and doing my best to stay out the way. This isn't a "GAME" as you say sir it's our real life. There are more productive things to do during this pandemic beside trying to hurt or embarrass me and our kids with your "huge platform on Showtime" is it really that serious for you? Read a book, take a nap, learn a new language, adopt a shelter pet... Do some good during this time. Once again Please leave me alone. #BitterBitches

A post shared by Melissa S (@iammelissaimani) on Apr 4, 2020 at 7:51am PDT

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I guess reposting his own words is me "going hard".... I done went from a "bitter black woman" to a "Scam Artist" all in one day without even leaving my house. who knew.... I'm over this, bout to go rewatch Tiger King. Maybe by the time it's over I can go from a "Scam Artist" to a Pet Rescue

A post shared by Melissa S (@iammelissaimani) on Apr 4, 2020 at 8:30am PDT

Sis said she has TIME, OK?

Earlier this month, Imani (who has give different baby mothers) sat down with Demetria L. Lucas to chop it up about a video Stephen previously posted that went viral. In the clip, he complains about how "bitter black women" are the downfall of successful black men. Check it:

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Have several seats sir. You knew what type of women you were dealing with before you laid up with them and impregnated them. After he put up this post, Imani opened up about the video in an interview with Demetria. Start listening at the 30-minute mark below:

We wonder if Stephen shared this "bitter black woman" rant to his black daughter:

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All smiles

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Photo: Pacific Coast News/Getty

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imyourforeverbestfriendarmygurl · 4 years

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Hey Guys it's been a while since I last wrote here like 4 years ago lol so many things happened already and I don't know why I've decided to not share it with you anymore oooppss my bad, but now I'm back at it again like I've been locked out of tumblr for 4 year can't imagine my last post was yeah my bestfriends birthday. Now I'm planning to post his birthday again but 4yrs ahead from the last. Well actually he doesn't really know that a big factor of me writing here was him, idk I just I can't even explain..lol tbh I really don't know where to start, actually can I start on my birthday last yr? I went back to the Philippines to celebrate my birthday last year 2019 my plan was to really surprise him, I din't tell him I was going and that I had ticket already so I went to see him my 1st time traveling back after 6years, to be quite frank I miss him, like I told myself amma hug this guy if I see him, I planned everything like how to surprise him and stuff, his sister helped me..shout out to his sister by the way, we went to his work and pretended to be a customer, a staff assisted us and knew the sister right away so she's like "you want me to call your brother?" And sis said "yeah please.. can u tell him there's a customer complaining or something" so the staff left and called him, I was hiding in the shelves pretending to look for a product I need to buy.. and then they saw each other.. he was like "what brings you here sis?" And sis said "before anything I heard at the last aisle there's a customer complaining can you check and help them out?" Then they both went to my direction and he was like (jaw dropping moment) "wth?? Are you real? Why are you here? How?" And he's so happy like leggit happy. It got akward at some point so if you're wondering if I ever hugged him after that nope.. I din't even get the chance but I really wanted to.. we actually almost forgot to take selfie but yo girl remembered so here is the 1st selfie :

The photo felt akward right? Idk I shuda hugged him or do something that'll make us like how we use to idk really but yeah that was it.. we've talked for a bit and then he had to go back to work so he told us to wait for his break so he can get us something.. so we've waited for hours (but it was fun cause I get to see the place and the sister toured me around) after hours of waiting he finally came and grab us food I was so shy.. I'm not used to people treating me I always treat people but he said "it's okay all on me" realtalk he doesn't know this I am the happiest when he's doing that.. we then ate our food and took selfies again :

After that we went home. I've texted him and said sorry for pranking/surprising him and that he should come for my birthday celebration on the weekend. He said he can't cause of work, I was so sad..can't even tell him that I've wanted to be with him on my birthday.. so he should come with me and other friends.. anyway the celebration is actually right after my birthday, I felt bad I think he figured that out easily so he asked me "are you free on your birthday? Like the actually day? It's friday but I can make it work..do you want to go with me?" And I was like Geez do you really have to ask? I would say yes in a heart beat lol if you know me..so yes it is. At first I told him we'll just gonna watch a movie but then after movie we want to SKY RANCH, my 1st time after a long time, been there once but they were actually building it still so most of it aren't available to ride so I guess it's my 1st time 1st time. I was so happy, couldn't contain it.. I took lots of selfies and a polaroid, told him if the polaroid won't turn out good he gotta keep it in his wallet it turned out fine but he still kept it :

Asked him to take a shot for me because there's only one copy idk if he's still keepin it. And here's the selfies :

Posted it on IG story because I was so happy can't even forget..how could you it's your birthday brah... I felt it..everything that day is special from the movies up until dinner time.. I thought at some point he's gonna go home soon and I don't want the day to end yet so I texted my Family if they can come over so we can celebrate my birthday there, like even just dinner.. so I told him that my Family is coming and We're having dinner, In my head I thought he's gonna say "ok I'll leave you with them then" but he din't instead he stayed, we've waited for hours (but again it was fun cause we get to talk and laugh together again) finally they came.. we ate dinner and took selfies again:

My Mom with my Brother and his Family and Him and then poof the day ended.

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theactivatedspectator · 4 years

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iG Takeover Plan

Day 1 - Post first image to both KSA and to _anyotherkingdom, introduce yourself on KSA and introduce the takeover on _anyotherkingdom.

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Hi this is Annie King @anyotherkingdom, for the next few days I will be taking over the @ksa.ba.photography account to share my two of favourite projects and one w.i.p with you. Enter The Simulation (2017) is an audio-visual experience that explores what might happen if humans developed the technology to live inside a simulation and found out they preferred it there.

This project stems from an experience I had in Thailand, I was sat in a cafe and it was totally silent. There was no hullabaloo of people laughing or chatting, everyone was glued to their mobile phones. Table after table occupied people who had gone out for coffee together yet were glued to another reality altogether. With the majority of our day to day conversations happening via mobile devices I became intrigued by the effect of technology on human interactions and relationships. The technological world is constantly evolving and humans are subtly beginning to intertwine their biology with technology, but where it is going and what does the future hold?

To experience the full narrative for yourself head over to www.cargocollective.com/enterthesimulation

Thanks for oggling my work and stay tuned for more! X

#anyotherkingdom #annieking #ksatakeover #contemporaryphotography #ksabaphotography

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Hello again lovely people, it’s Annie King from @anyotherkingdom here sharing with you some images from my 2017 project Enter The Simulation. The following passage is appropriated from Genesis and adds a technological twist.

"In the beginning was the code, and the code was with the Programmer, and the code was the Programmer. He was with the Programmer in the beginning. Through him all things were programmed, without him nothing was programmed that has been programmed. In him was life, and that life was the upgrade of all mankind. The upgrade shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not downloaded it. The true upgrade that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. He was in the simulation, and though the simulation was made through him, the world did not recognise him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed his name, he gave the right to become children of the Programmer - children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband's will, but born of the Programmer."

To experience the full narrative for yourself head over to www.cargocollective.com/enterthesimulation

Thanks for oggling my work and stay tuned for more! X

#anyotherkingdom #annieking #ksatakeover #contemporaryphotography #ksabaphotography

https://anyotherkingdom.com/ENTER-THE-SIMULATION-EXPERIENCE

Post 3 ^

Hello again! Here is my final post from Enter The Simulation (2017). As part of the project I shot and edited a short and fictional advertisement for the mothEr device. Location: Burgh Island, Devon.

To experience the full narrative for yourself head over to www.cargocollective.com/enterthesimulation

Catch me back here tomorrow to share some more images from Tracey Turner (2018), my favourite project ever! Peace. X

#anyotherkingdom #annieking #ksatakeover #contemporaryphotography #ksabaphotography

3 x images // 2 x images and 1 video

Day 2 - Tracey Turner (2018) (x 3 images)

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Hi this is Annie King @anyotherkingdom again. Today I will be sharing with you what is personally my favourite project, Tracey Turner (2018). Tracey, is a fictional character portrayed by me through self-portrait photographs and diaristic style texts. The narrative of the photo book is composed as a ‘day in the life’ and deals with themes of identity, absence and presence. Tracey’s story emerged from a sensation I have gotten every time I have visited Clapham Junction which had led me to believe that in another life I died in some sort of freak accident involving a train. Born from such a personal experience this project and this character will forever be close to my heart.

Thanks for watching, reading and using those eyeballs! Stay tuned for my final post tomorrow, I will be sharing some work in progress from my current project. X

#anyotherkingdom #annieking #ksatakeover #contemporaryphotography #ksabaphotography

on this page you may sample a glimpse of her life. if you want to see more visit: iG @traceyturnsheads

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It’s Annie again from @anyotherkingdom. Sharing some more images from Tracey Turner (2018) Here is a little story that Tracey wrote when she was sat in a graveyard fishing for names from gravestones.

“Thomas fancied himself a pair of antlers. He thought the unbreakable masts protruding from the stags head were the finest craftsmanship he had ever laid eyes on. ‘Gods!’, Thomas called, ‘grant me one wish, I wish to have horns.’ Unfortunately there was a rather large gust of wind as he spoke and the words distorted. Thomas did not get horns, but thorns lots and lots of thorns stickig out from all over his body - one can imagine the trouble incurred when needing a piss.” The story of Thomas (T)Hornby.”

#anyotherkingdom #annieking #ksatakeover #contemporaryphotography #ksabaphotography

on this page you may sample a glimpse of her life. if you want to see more visit: iG @traceyturnsheads

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Tracey Turner is a photo book by Annie King @anyotherkingdom. Thanks for letting me share this project with you! If you are interested in finding out more or want to grab a copy of her Photo-book get in touch. Tomorrow I will be sharing a few pics from my current wip project From Dust We Came and Dust We Shall Be (2020). X

#anyotherkingdom #annieking #ksatakeover #contemporaryphotography #ksabaphotography

on this page you may sample a glimpse of her life. if you want to see more visit: iG @traceyturnsheads

Day 3 - FMP (ongoing)

Post 1^

Hi its Annie again from _anyotherkingdom and here are some w.i.p pics from my current project From Dust We Came and Dust We Shall Be (2020). This project began as an investigation into the manipulative effects of advertising. What would happen to society if advertising (which makes us sad by showing us the things we have aren’t good enough) was replaced by a different kind of content, content that could encourage free thinking and reflection rather than being .

What do you think would happen to society that wasn’t bombarded with constant messages of advertisement and the underlying instruction to buy?

#anyotherkingdom #annieking #ksatakeover #contemporaryphotography #ksabaphotography

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@_anyotherkindom Annie here for my final post thank you for joining me for my iG takeover and thank you to @ksa.ba.photography for hosting.

I have since created a mask that by using polarising film, blocks the light from technological screens when worn. A mask of dissidence for the neoliberalist 21st century society. I am now using 3D technologies to create 3D prints of these masks the resultant effect looks like an object salvaged from the dust of a time long forgotten just like the statue of Ozymandias. Thanks for joining me for this iG takeover.

If you have enjoyed my work and wanna watch my project evolve over the next few months my name is Annie King and I am @_anyotherkingdom head over to my page to see more!

Peace. X

#igtakeover

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From the article:

And despite how awful that felt, Page had no idea it was going to get much, much worse.

Trump’s ‘Truly Reprehensible... Stunt’

“After this comes out, there’s a firestorm, of course, and now the president and the Republicans on the Hill latch on to this, and it becomes about political bias,” she explains. “A week or two later, Rod Rosenstein [then the deputy attorney general] was scheduled to testify on the Hill. And the night before his testimony, the Justice Department spokesperson, Sarah Flores, calls the beat reporters into the Justice Department. This is late at night on a weekday. Calls them in to provide a cherry-picked selection of my text messages to review and report on in advance of Rod Rosenstein going to the Hill the next morning.”

Why does she think the administration released her text messages?

“You’d have to ask Sarah Flores,” she says. “I can tell you that the reporters there that night were told that they weren’t allowed to source them to the Justice Department, and that they weren’t allowed to copy or remove them, just take notes. That’s what I know.”

“Those texts were selected for their political impact. They lack a lot of context. Many of them aren't even about him or me.”

Sarah Isgur Flores has left the administration and referred questions to the Justice Department. In 2017, Flores said that the Justice Department inspector general approved the release of the texts to congressional committees, and that DOJ then provided those texts to reporters who cover the agency after they started to leak out. “As we understand now, some members of the media had already received copies of the texts before that—but those disclosures were not authorized by the department,” Flores said then.

DOJ declined to comment. As Politico noted at the time, “The DOJ decision to release the text messages to the media and lawmakers before the IG report has drawn criticism from outside the department.” Ben Wittes wrote on the Lawfare blog, “Rosenstein here has, at a minimum, contributed to that circus—at the expense of his own employees. In throwing a career FBI agent and career FBI lawyer to the wolves by authorizing the release to the public of their private text messages—without any finding that they had done anything wrong—he once again sent a message to his workforce that he is not the sort of man with whom you want to share your foxhole.”

Justice Department officials have said the texts, sent on FBI-issued devices, were subject to public disclosure. In a statement, Rosenstein noted that career Justice Department employees, not political appointees, made the decision to release them. “They were official government records related to FBI business and there was no legal basis to withhold them, so they should be released as requested by Congress,” he said.

Regardless, Page felt abandoned by the FBI and Justice because of the release of the messages and because the bureau issued no statement defending her and Strzok. “So things get worse,” she continues. “And of course, you know, those texts were selected for their political impact. They lack a lot of context. Many of them aren’t even about him or me. We’re not given an opportunity to provide any context. In a lot of those texts we were talking about other people like our family members or articles we had sent each other.”

I ask her what she did next.

“There’s not really anything to do,” she tells me. “I go back to work. I try to keep my life together.” But she didn’t stay. She left the FBI in May 2018 (which is why she says she is now free to talk to the press—she hasn’t worked for the government for 18 months).

Could she have stayed if she had wanted to? “No, not for much longer. It was very inhospitable.”

Does it feel like a trauma? “It is. I wouldn’t even call it PTSD because it’s not over. It’s ongoing. It’s not a historical event that is being relived. It just keeps happening.”

And it’s still going on? “I mean, he tweeted about me four days ago,” she told me on Nov. 18. “When Roger Stone got convicted, he asked, why isn’t Page in jail too? Not to mention, you know, his truly reprehensible, degrading stunt at his rally, in which he used my name to simulate an orgasm. And I don’t ever know when the president’s going to attack next. And when it happens, it can still sort of upend my day. You don’t really get used to it.”

Watching the Justice Dept. Collapse

She doesn’t use Facebook or Instagram (and was not on Twitter until this story published), so she relies on a group of her close friends—the support system, along with her husband, that has helped her get through the last two years—to be her alert system.

“I’ll get a text from a friend alerting me to an outrageous tweet by the president and my first question is always—is it about me? Often the answer is yes,” she says.

I ask her about how for about a month back when all this started, Trump called her the “lovely” Lisa Page. She postulates that it’s possible after her congressional testimony that he saw a picture of her. Which makes as much sense as anything in Trumpworld. One thing becomes quickly apparent talking to Page: What really upset her, what still devastates her, was not the end of her extremely promising career at the FBI, but instead what Trump has done to the FBI itself.

“It’s crushing to see the noble Justice Department, my Justice Department, the place I grew up in, feel like it’s abandoned its principles of truth and independence.”

“It’s very painful to see to places like the FBI and the Department of Justice that represent so much of what is excellent about this country, not fulfilling the critical obligation that they have to speak truth to power,” she tells me. “The thing about the FBI that is so extraordinary is that it is made up of a group of men and women whose every instinct is to run toward the fight. It’s in the fiber of everybody there. It’s the lifeblood. So it’s particularly devastating to be betrayed by an organization I still care about so deeply. And it’s crushing to see the noble Justice Department, my Justice Department, the place I grew up in, feel like it’s abandoned its principles of truth and independence.”

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