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imaniwriting · 4 months

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Could you maybe do drew starkey and reader in an interview talking about things they like about each other on set and off (they’re together)

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (requests are open and are being answered in 1-2 days for the next 2 weeks)

Warnings: none

Summary : y/n and drew are together on an interview called About you.

Genre : fluff

“So y/n, drew!” Exclaimed the interviewer once the Cameras had started rolling again. “Hi!” Exclaimed Drew while bumping you making you laugh and smile at the interviewer and then turn to the camera to wave.

“Hi!” You said looking back to the interviewer who was beaming at you and drew. “ so today you’re completely free to talk about anything really set or off set related,” she started making you nod patiently. “But it has to be about things you like about each other” she finished making drew smile at her. “Sure we can do this.”

Y/n said while Turing to drew she smiled and broke into a laugh and he did too. “God this is so weird. I mean we know what we like about each other but saying it to each other’s face is different.” You exclaimed rubbing your arms against your thighs

“ okay if that’s the way it is lets start different, so Drew tell me one thing that y/n does on set that you like but you haven’t seen a lot of people do or you think is super cool and weird at the same time” said the interviewer making drew nod and think for a moment.

“Boy you better not embarrass me.” You warned before slapping his face playfully. He just smirked at the camera before turning back to the interviewer.

“So one thing i love, find weird and cool at the same time is the fact that y/n does not only memorize her own script she memorizes everybody else’s and so when ever we say one wrong she’s the first to know.”

The interviewer turned to y/n who was already staring at her. “Is that so?” Asked the interviewer while raising her eyebrows surprised. Y/n nodded her head. “It’s just that it’s easier for me to memorize the whole script i don’t really know why.” You tried to explain before turning to drew who was already looking at you smiling.

“Yeah but if we’re talking about off set I really really love her mood swings i can’t even explain it it’s just so funny to see her go from happy to angry” he said making your jaw drop.

“Dude, what?” You asked making him shrug his shoulders before grabbing your face and kissing your cheek. The interviewer had left from the cameras view leaving them alone to just naturally continue the interview.

“Okay im going to reveal a thing drew does in his free time when we have breaks during filming” you started staring knowingly at one of the cameras pointing at you guys “drew reads thirst tweets about himself in his free Time!” you exclaimed when he tried to grab your face to shut you up.

“See! It’s out and he enjoys them, you do not know how many times I’ve seen him smile at his phone thinking he was cheating only to see him like thirst tweets with his fake account. He be biting his nail and shit like that!” You said when drew finally managed to put his hand over your mouth

“Okay well at least i don’t watch edits all day about myself like you do!” He shot back you shrugged “well i just admire editors work you just read things horny people write when they’re bored.”

“Okay that’s its let’s wrap this up guys I’ll have to have a word with Mrs. Y/l here” he said as he got up and walked awfully close to the camera staring into its lens. “She will regret ever revealing that”

“See he doesn’t deny it!” You yelled from the back laughing. But that quickly died down when he ran up to you and picked you up by the waist. “Good bye guys!” He yelled and ran with you over his shoulder around making several crew members laugh out loud.

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fir3ylolol · 6 months

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Hiii!!

I was inspired by your "Sleeping in Seattle" idea and I totally thought about Johnny with a screenwriter SO. If you could write like a small thing (or a biggish sorta thing 🥺🫶) on it, I'd love to read it and eat it and hold it. Honestly I'm only thinking of him all but dragging the reader onto the set to help with the script and screenplays and such.

Anyway, I love your writing!!!! Thank you for reading this.

- Ronny

sunset boulevard

pairing: Johnny Cage x Screenwriter!Reader

summary: johnny drags you onto set with him, but not without ulterior motives

a/n: thought this would be a cute little fluff-y piece, tried to stay brief with it. but thank u ronny!

word count: 587

Ao3

Johnny is practically pulling you onto the lot, a wide smile plastered across his face. Your feet are dragging, trying to wave to the people you’re rapidly passing. He stops next to the craft table, grabbing water for both of you. You follow him as he makes his rounds, his usual charisma on display as he introduces you to everyone with a wide smile and plenty of praise. He seems proud just to stand next to you, holding you tight as he watches you talk to the director. It’s not like you’re unknown, it’s just that you’re not very social. Well, not as social as him. But talking only lasts so long, as it’s time to film again. This scene doesn’t need Johnny, as he stays next to you. But you can see his eyes lighting up, truly thrilled to be able to watch such incredible performances. You feel him leaning closer to you, whispering in your ear as softly as he can, “What do you think?” You nod, giving a small thumbs up. But he whispers again, trying to lead you to what he really wants, “What about the story? You know, from your professional opinion.”

You scrunch your face up slightly, making a so-so motion with your hands. You can see the famous twinkle in his eyes, and you suddenly start to get worried. Which was the right feeling, as the second the scene is over, you’re gone, being pulled around again. You nearly crash into him, and he suddenly stops as he reaches his trailer, looking back at you happily. “Wait here!” He rushes inside, quickly returning with a large heavy script. “Here you go,” he nearly shoves it in your arms, the weight causing you to shift slightly. “You should give it a look,” he winks at you, arm wrapping around your shoulders. “Jonathan Carlton…” you look up at him, scolding tone. He puts his hands up, smile only growing wider. “Uh oh, the full name? I’m in trouble now. Sweetheart, I just think you’re absolutely brilliant. And I know that if you worked on this, it would go from cool to face-melting-ly awesome!”

His enthusiasm is intoxicating, and you find yourself nodding in agreement. He almost squeals, jumping towards you to plant a kiss on your cheek before pushing you into the trailer. He sits you down at the vanity, placing a pen down so you can edit. You wait for him to sit, but he stays standing above you, watching you intently. Knowing him, that won’t change soon. So you write, slashing words and rephrasing lines so it sounded like an actual person was saying them. Johnny chimes in occasionally, always in agreement with your changes. He almost cheers as you cut one specific line, loudly proclaiming, “I knew that line sucked! It always sounded so blocky and weird! Ugh, honey, you’re a genius.” You finally finish your work, letting out a sigh as you close the script. But it remained there for only a second later, as Johnny snatched it up, already in the doorway. “Wait here, ok? I’m gonna go give this to the director and tell him that you improved his movie tenfold. And when I get back, we’re talking salary, ok? Such beautiful prose deserves compensation.” He pauses shortly, smiling at you with pure joy, before leaving with a cry of, “I love you!” He’s gone, and you can hear him yelling excitedly as he goes, screaming out, “I told you it was a shit line, man!”

#johnny cage #fir3y requests #fir3y asks #mortal kombat #johnny cage x reader #mk x reader #x reader #johnny cage mk1

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somekindofpoet · 1 year

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Like A Movie

Summary: Reader is a struggling screenwriter but things start looking up when they get a surprise visitor who wants to buy their movie.

Jenna Ortega X Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: This takes place 10 years in the future. I’m suffering some serious writers block on my other fic and hopefully this helps. It feels weird to write about a real person, but it came so easily I couldn't waste it.

Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

You’re an up and coming screenwriter. You just retired after twenty years in the military, and now you’re living in a tiny apartment in LA. You figure you spent your youth doing a job you hated, sacrificing everything and for what? Now you’re going to live out your dream.

The truth is, you’d written page after page and screenplay on screenplay on screenplay and you had nothing to show for it. You sent them all out, hoping and praying for a bite. But now it’s been a year, you’re 38 and the only thing you have to show for your efforts is an apartment full of stacks of haphazardly bound paper and a serious caffeine and nicotine addiction.

Until now. You had written a full feature film, probably the 100th one you’d finished. You stuck it in a drawer months ago, but decided to pull it out and rewrite. You wrote until your fingers ached and your eyes burned. You edited until you felt as if you cut actual pieces of your soul out and threw them away. And finally, you had your final draft. When you printed and bound it, you didn’t think twice about it. You’d figured it would probably end up in the pile of your other stories, gathering dust and resentment.

Your sister came down from Northern California to visit you, and one day while you were out she’d picked up the script and read the entire 120 pages. She was beside herself. She hounded you until you gave in. The compromise was you’d only send it to A24, not even gathering the hope that anyone would read it. And you thought it had been dumped in the trash, until you got a phone call.

You were standing in your kitchen watching your espresso machine spit its sweet lifeblood into your oversized mug when your phone rang. You considered not answering. You hated talking on the phone, and it was an unknown number. But this is Hollywood, so you know you’re obligated to pick up in case it’s an agent.

“Hello?”

“Hello. Is this the author of Secessus?” A man’s voice comes through the phone.

“Uh, yes?”

“Are you currently at your apartment?”

You look around, confused. You walk to your kitchen window and look outside, but all you see is the bag lady rummaging through the dumpster.

“Yeah. This is creepy, I’m hanging up.”

Your last sentence fell on a dead line. The person on the other end had already hung up after you had confirmed you were home. You shake your head and pick up your mug, taking one last glance outside.

“Weird.” You say as you shuffle back to your desk. Your computer is open to a new script you’re working on, this one is a spec for tv. You figured you’d try your hand at a multi-episode plot and hope to get picked up for a writers room on another show. If you weren’t going to write something original, at least you’d still get to write something.

You’re about to start tapping away at your keyboard when there’s a soft knocking at your door. You glance at it, then at your phone. None of your friends ever came over unannounced. They knew you hated that. So who the fuck was this?

You get up, and tiptoe to the door. At least if you’re quiet you can look through the peephole and see who it is without alerting them to your presence. This way if it’s someone you don’t want to interact with, you can go back to your desk and pretend you aren’t home. You stand on your tiptoes and close one eye, pressing the other to the small glass window in the door.

All you can make out is a small figure, like really small. They’re wearing a bucket hat but you can see brown hair falling over their shoulders. The person is clearly nervous, and you can see them spinning the rings on their fingers. It’s a girl.

You lower yourself back down, frowning. It was a rare occasion you turned a girl away from your door, but you had no clue who this was. You get back on your tip toes again to get another look. She’s looking right at the peephole, and even waves at it. You can’t tell who it is because she’s wearing massive pittvipers under her hat, effectively covering her face.

You lower yourself again, more confused. You shrug to yourself and figure ‘what’s the worst that could happen? She tries to sell me a bible and I tell her I’m a big fat lesbian. Byeee.’ Before opening the door you look down at yourself. You’re bra-less and wearing a white ribbed tank top (formerly know as a wife beater but now affectionately dubbed a wife pleaser) and gray sweats. You are perfectly aware that you look like shit, but you don’t care. Maybe it’ll scare the girl away.

Another knock raps against your door, this time louder and more frantic.

“Hello? I know you’re in there can you please open up? I really need to talk to you.” The girl says from the other side.

She has a sweet voice, high in pitch but not piercingly so. You sigh in resignation and grab the doorknob. The damn thing wasn’t even locked. You swing the door open and blink at the sudden blast of sunlight in your face.

The girl is there, bouncing on her toes with anxiety. She looks up at you, and you think she looks shockingly familiar. You can’t quite place it though, not with the hat and the sunglasses. She’s wearing a baggy white shirt with a green hem and denim jeans. She’s casual but you can tell that it’s calculated. She’s trying to blend in.

“Uhm, can I help you?”

“Are you y/n?” She asks.

“Yes? Is this a joke? Did you have someone call me?” You’re slightly worried now, and still half blind from the sun shining in your eyes.

“Can I come inside?” She asks, glancing behind her nervously.

“Are you in trouble or something? Am I being roped into like some action movie scenario?”

She laughs, and you can’t help yourself but think it’s a pleasant sound. She still seems so familiar. Maybe if your damned eyes would adjust you could figure out who this woman is.

“I’m not in trouble, I just want to talk to you about your script. And I’m pretty sure there’s a paparazzi in your neighbors trash can.” She says, glancing across the parking lot.

You smile, “Oh no, that’s just Janice. She’s the bag lady.”

The girl looks at you like you’re crazy. At least you think she does, because you can’t see much of her face behind the giant reflective glasses she’s wearing. You find yourself feeling slightly indignant. Who is this girl to look at you crazy when she’s the stranger knocking on your door and asking to come inside?

“So?” She says, still looking up at you.

“Oh, uhm…” you hesitate. Your apartment is a disaster. There were scripts and coffee cups everywhere, and likely a pair of socks or two. “This is about Secessus?”

She nods, raising her eyebrows above her glasses. Is she getting impatient? The stones on this girl. You sigh and relent, stepping to the side and waving your hand inside to usher her in. She hurriedly slides past you, her converse squeaking on your wood floors. You shut the door and turn to her. She’s staring at your living room.

You grimace, “Oof, I wasn’t expecting company so…it’s a mess.”

She approaches a stack of scripts and runs her fingers along the cover page. When she speaks her voice is quiet, almost reverent. Like she’s speaking in a church.

“Are these all screenplays?”

“Yeah- wait, you haven’t even told me your name dude, and you’re in my house. How do you know about Secessus?”

She doesn’t turn around, instead thumbing through the script you know is called Green Ties. You wrote it two months ago and have yet to revise it.

“Because I read it.”

Realization dawns on you, “Oh you’re from A24?”

She hums, “You could say that. Sometimes.”

She takes her glasses off but she’s still turned away from you.

“Sometimes? Are you like an agent or something?” You ask as you move around her into your living room.

She looks up at you and you immediately know who she is. How it took you so long is still a mystery, but now that you can see her of course you know her. Brown eyes, a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, the most perfect cupids bow lip.

Jenna motherfucking Ortega.

“That’s me. Except it’s Marie, not motherfucking. Although that would be a pretty dope middle name.” She replies with a shrug.

You hadn’t even realized you said it out loud. Your mouth is hanging open and you’re eternally grateful you set your coffee down or it would be on the floor. Along with your pride. You glance down at yourself now painfully aware that you look like a bum who hadn’t showered in a week.

“Jenna Ortega. In my apartment. Read my script.” You think you may be going into shock. She does too.

“Do you want to sit down?” She’s worried, you can see it on her face.

You nod and gesture toward your dining room table. It’s the only surface that isn’t covered in your manuscripts. You grab your coffee from your desk and sit with it at the table, your hands shaking as Jenna sits down across from you. You set the cup down, mentally kicking yourself

“Would you uh-do you want an espresso?” You’re scrambling now, desperately trying to make this scenario less fucking weird.

She smiles at you and pulls the hat off her head, shaking her hair free. “I’d love one.”

You get up, far too quickly to be considered normal but you figure that ship has sailed now, and make her a cup. As you’re waiting for the machine you begin to gather your senses, willing yourself to be a normal human being for once in your life.

“So, uhm, I just want to apologize. If I had known,” you pause and lean into the counter, looking back at her. “I would have been more…presentable.”

She leans her elbow on your table and rests her head in her hand, still smiling at you. Why is she smiling at you?

“I prefer it this way. It feels more real.”

“Well it feels pretty fuckin unreal to me right now.” You blurt out before you can stop yourself. You grimace at your words but she laughs again. Before you can say anything else the espresso machine chimes telling you Jenna’s coffee is ready. You turn and grab it, quickly setting it down in front of her.

You sit back in your chair, then stand back up when you realize, “Oh shoot do you want anything with it? I have sugar cubes and oat milk, if you’re into that.”

She shakes her head no and blows over the top of the mug, “This is great, thank you.”

You sit back down. You know you’re being a fool. You just can’t get your feet under you. She’s still smiling at you, her eyes shining. She looks exactly like her pictures, maybe even better in person. Her 20s have treated her well and she wears 30 like a goddess. You close your eyes in frustration, seriously what is wrong with you?! Get it together y/n. You take a deep breath and open your eyes again. She’s watching you closely, half hidden amusement on her face.

“So. You’re here about my movie?”

She nods, her face lighting up like she’s just remembered why she’s here too. “Yeah! A24 gave me the script last week and once I picked it up I couldn’t put it down. I’ve read it at least ten times now. I’ve even found myself rehearsing all the lines for all the characters, I’m obsessed.”

You’re dumbfounded. Jenna Ortega is sitting at your kitchen table and she’s obsessed with your script. You briefly wonder if you’ve ascended into an alternate universe.

She takes your silence as an invitation to go on. “So I wanted to come here and meet the person who wrote it. I want to make this movie. If you’ll let me.”

“You. You want to make my movie?”

She nods, sipping her coffee. “I’d like to be in it too, obviously. But A24 would produce it. It’d be my directorial debut. But like, if you’re not cool with that we can hire someone too.”

This whole morning must be a dream. You’re dreaming, you decide. And if this is a dream it doesn’t matter what you say.

“You’ve got to be shitting me right now.”

She laughs again, you feel proud. That’s three times in the span of ten minutes you’ve made Jenna Ortega laugh. But of course this is a dream. So you’re great.

“I’m not shitting you. What do you think?”

“I think I’m dreaming.” You say.

She laughs again. You’re crushing it.

“You’re not dreaming.” She reaches across the table and grabs your hand. You KNOW you’re dreaming now because Jenna Ortega is holding your hand. “See, I’m real. You’re real. And we’re going to make your movie.”

“Holy shit.”

“You haven’t said yes yet.”

You nearly fall out of your chair. “Yes! Yes a million times yes! You can act all the parts, direct it, produce it, burn it to the ground for all I care, are you kidding me?”

Her laughter is quickly becoming the soundtrack to your morning. “I don’t think I can act all the parts, and A24 is on board so we just need to cast the rest.”

You feel like a fish, your mouth is moving but absolutely nothing is coming out. She pulls her hand back and takes another drink of her coffee.

“I’m sure this is sort of overwhelming. But I want you on set with me. And I want you to help me with the cast. If you agree, the studio already has your contract drawn up. They’ll pay you for the script and we’ll start in two months.”

You take a sip of your coffee, then look deep into the cup. Did your sister slip shrooms in the espresso again? You look back to Jenna, she’s patiently waiting for you to answer her.

“I’m sorry,” you say, “I’m trying to get it together right now. But yes. To all of it. Yes.” You run your hands through your hair, a nervous habit.

Jenna grins at you over her mug. She has her fingers interlaced around it and she’s clinking one of her rings against the porcelain. If you didn’t know any better you’d say she was excited. Thrilled even.

“Great!” She says, “I’ll let them know.”

You nod. Thanking the universe she’s already read the script because she would probably think you were an idiot if she didn’t know that you could write. You could not pull it together. This morning was just so WEIRD.

“Do you usually make house calls to writers?” You ask her, attempting to compose yourself.

“No. This one is special. And now that I’ve met you, I know I made the right decision.” She downs the last of her coffee and stands.

You stand with her, and move around the table as she makes her way toward your door. You lean around her when she’s in the entry and open it, letting her out. As she’s about to step outside she turns to you.

“That coffee is incredible by the way. How do you feel about this time tomorrow?”

“How do I feel?”

She nods, pulling her hat and sunglasses back on. “Yeah. Do you mind if I come back by to go over the details? I’d stay longer today but I have to go to a casting call.”

“Uh, of course. I’ll have a cup waiting for you.”

You mentally pat yourself on the back. Good job y/n, so smooth, much rizz.

She grins even wider and turns on her heel, heading down the stairs, leaving you standing in the doorway, awestruck. You watch her as she gets into a town car waiting in the parking lot, and wait till it drives away before you close your door.

“What the fuck.” You say quietly, “wait what the fuck?!” You yell this time.

Excitement pumps through your veins and you can’t help yourself but to dance a little jig around the stacks in your living room. Your script is bought! You’re making a movie! Jenna Ortega is coming back to your apartment tomorrow!

You stop dancing, the realization spreading over you. Jenna is coming back over tomorrow. You look around. You have some work to do before she comes back. You pick up your phone and call your best friend, you’re going to need his help if you’re going to get this place cleaned up.

He picks up after two rings.

“Nando. You are not gonna believe the fucking morning I’ve had. How soon can you get here?”

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #Wednesday #vada cavell #tara carpenter #jenna ortega x fem!reader

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still-a-morosexual-help · 2 years

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Hey, sorry to bother you but I’d like to request if you could write a list of all the things Mammon’s canonically good at- like his talents, his good traits, and things his done that caught your eye or things that just makes you love him. I just want to have a list to remind me of the things that make me love him. Again sorry for bothering you, take care and have a nice day!

It's not a bother at all! I've actually been coming up with this list for about a year now and I've actually spoken about it on this blog a few times too! I keep on postponing posting it cos I figure I should post it when it's finished but new things keep on getting added to it, so this is as good a sign as any to post it!

Like you said everything is based off canon (main story, devilgram, chats, events, manga & anime). I've probably gone into more detail on some of them in my other posts but if anyone wants me to clarify a point lemme know.

I will probably be adding to this with each new detail

Canon* Things Mammon is Good At

*(main story, devilgram, chats, events, manga & anime)

• Analytical

• Supportive

• Hand to hand combat to an extent

• Trapeze

• Balloon art

• Customer service - both as a waiter & as a host/entertaining customers

• Singing

• Dancing

• Chess

• Surfing

• Swimming

• Card games

• Cheating at card games

• Modelling

• Good with kids

• Emotionally intelligent

• Technology to a certain extent

• Cooking to a certain extent

• Maths - his mental maths is faster than a computer's and his answers are all correct

• Debating/winning arguments ?

• Teaching/being a mentor

• Leading the others

• Salesman

• Anything he tries if he puts effort into it/is serious about it

• Rope climbing/rescue

• Thinking on the spot/spontaneous decisions/actions during stressful situations/under pressure

• Inventing things using mechanics, engineering & magic (physics??)

• Multitasking

• Office work/ Sales

• Paper work? Organisation? Anything regarding being a Throne which is basically a Personal Assistant

• Can walk in heels very well

• Flying - either by his own means or with the help of magic objects

• Understanding others' emotions and manipulating them to get what he wants

• Calming down Satan when he's pissed

• Coming up with new extremely successful business ideas

• Designing clothes

• Driving

• Fixing up cars

• If you take just the card art as evidence - pole dancing

• If you're considering AUs, which I am, - he has the ability to rule a kingdom (with MC's help)

• Can talk to crows, command them & get them to spy for him (which he relays to Lucifer)

• Pushing down his own fears for others - Prioritises MC & Luke over his own fears

• With animals - volunteers at a human world dog shelter? Cat person.

• Making jewellery

• Soothing nightmares/getting his traumatised younger brothers to sleep

• Steering/Sailing a pirate ship

• Fastest of the brothers

• Quick draw standoffs/shootouts

• Juggling

• Script Writing

• Film Directing

• Editing Videos/Films

• Facing Interviews

• Agile

• Can waltz

• Really good at whistling - it sounds musical

Bonus;

• I vaguely remember "skating" but I can't remember where it's from so I'm not 100% sure if it's canon

• I don't have the band devilgram with Luke & Beel so dunno if he actually plays an instrument

• this is never stated explicitly in canon but considering he's the best at dancing and he's a really good trapeze artist = he's probably very flexible

*despite being good at all of this his skill level varies a lot depending on how motivated he is, how easily he'll get distracted, how much effort he puts into it, how much he's paying attention etc.

• He's good at sewing & and embroidery, though he can get bored and lose his concentration after a while which makes him pissed off/start spiralling

• Basketball

For example:

- he's still failing maths at RAD despite being very good at it & the best at math from all his brothers

- he made a plan (that included tricking Lucifer, Solomon and Satan) on the spot to steal a book from solomon that worked very well. He lost the whole game because he couldn't be bothered to read the cover of the book to make sure he got the right one - he immediately gave up after finding this out

#asks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me #obey me mammon #om! mammon #swd mammon #shall we date mammon #om mammon #obey me! mammon #shall we date obey me #swd obey me!

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kyluxtrashpit · 4 months

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Transferring this post from twitter, with some edits and additions, because the mess that was the development of the sequel trilogy fascinates me on an extremely deep level

Okay so. You’re probably aware that Adam Driver gave an interview a few weeks ago where he said that the original plan for Kylo in the sequel trilogy was to get progressively eviler throughout. Which I’m not here for redemption vs corruption arc discourse, that’s not what this post is (because I prefer a secret third option), and what I want to dig into here is what makes this an incredibly curious statement

Because this is the first time anyone involved with the ST has mentioned there ever being a plan. So, let’s explore that for a second because why is he saying something that’s completely at odds with every other piece of information we have?

(behind a cut for length, as I went and pulled a bunch of interview quotes and other materials and then analyzed them, you can scroll to the very bottom for my conclusions if you like)

So first, I went and found this, which I purchased many many years ago in 2017

In it, an interview with RJ himself confirms what the story has been for a long time: there was no plan, there was no required plot points, no endgame to lead to, just absolute freedom (I recall reading this then and feeling a spark of confusion and concern - what do you mean there was no plan?)

I also found this, and while I don’t have the TLJ art book to verify it, another person on twitter confirmed it and also advised that RJ was even in the know regarding the Aftermath series (confirmed by him and Chuck Wendig at a convention) - so he knew a lot. And this plus the above shows that if there was a plan, it was abandoned before TFA was even released, likely even before it finished filming

And then we have the rather well known moment when JJ himself pretty much confirmed that the ST should have had a plan (question asked was about sw, even if JJ didn’t say it himself). Could this be shade at abandoning a plan instead of never having one? Maybe. But it’s unclear

And as our last piece of evidence, we have confirmation from RJ that he asked JJ to change the ending of TFA. Which once again shows TFA was not finished when RJ, who explicitly said he was given no plan to follow, was writing TLJ

And that was the story all along, confirmed multiple times over. We can say for sure that as of the writing for TLJ being started, which was before TFA was even finished, let alone released, there was no plan. So it is certain that if there ever was a plan, that plan was abandoned at the very latest in early 2015, but I suspect 2014 is more likely

So why would AD say there ever was one? He has no reason to lie and I don’t think he is, he has nothing to gain and everything to lose by doing so. But with so many other pieces of evidence directly contradicting what he’s saying, I think we can also say that RJ is telling the truth too. But how can both be true?

Well, knowing the mess that is d/lf and also how disney treats actors I think it’s one of two possibilities:

Option 1: there was indeed a plan, likely pitched by JJ himself, and that d/lf agreed to that plan with no intention of ever following it through. They sold the actors on the plan, telling them it was a capital P Plan, but then didn’t ever tell them it had stopped being the plan, so that’s also why we saw the actors becoming increasingly frustrated throughout the series. They were told there was a plan, what the plan was, and then watched none of that come to fruition because it had secretly been abandoned long ago without their knowledge. It’s extremely scummy, but I could see disney doing it

Option 2: the plan was never a firm capital P Plan but rather was just the initial concept JJ had. No one ever committed to it, but since the actors couldn’t see the script, JJ’s initial vision was used as a “here’s my concept” kind of thing to sell the actors on without it being a firm plan. Just a concept that was used at the time but later discarded, as I’m sure a good number of concepts were. But it would be easy for that to get misinterpreted by the actors, and this gives us the less scummy option on the mouse’s part because it’s more about miscommunication than anything else

And if it is option 2, it’s also possible that the actors did know it wasn’t an confirmed plan, just a concept, but clung to those concepts since they were all they had. Which I can understand, given that not knowing the eventual story makes their jobs harder. I can totally see AD sticking with that initial concept even if he knew it wasn’t a “plan” per se, because he had literally nothing else to go on and he needed something to play the role. And once again, given how increasingly frustrated the cast got over the course of the trilogy, I suspect this experience would have been shared among the whole cast

Overall, I lean towards option 2 on this, because even though I do think disney is pretty fucking evil, option 1 might actually be a contract violation or at least open up the possibility of one. And plus, the entire story group would have had to be in on it, and if they did straight up knowingly lie to the entire cast and JJ, I just feel like that would be something which that many people can’t keep secret (plus wouldn’t RJ have accidentally spilled the beans when talking to JJ? Or was he in on it too? Too many players imo). I know it’s disney, but still, things leak all the time (as those of us who followed the tfa or tros leaks know lmao). Plus, I do agree with the adage of assuming stupidity over overt malice when in doubt, so I’m going to stick with that here

So ultimately, my suspicion is this was never a true, capital P, confirmed Plan, but rather the initial concept they used in place of a real plan (which they never made) because d/lf had nothing else to use to sell the actors on it and the actors had nothing else to cling to when actually playing the characters, so they used it where they needed gaps filled. And with it being more likely just a vague concept that was never committed to and was abandoned in 2014 than anything else, well, no matter how good or bad it might have been, I don’t even think it’s worth considering as something we ever would have gotten. It clearly wasn’t in the stars (ha) from very early on and thus belongs in the pile with the rest of the surely very numerous concepts that never came to fruition

And this, kids, is why trilogies need to be fucking planned lmfao

#these are just my thoughts #if there's any other evidence out there that contradicts this I'd be interested to see it #or any thoughts really #but I think this is as close as I'm going to come to cracking it until we someday get a tell all book lmfao #kylo ren #text #my post #meta #I guess

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Do you have any advice for doing comics? Like do you plan them out before hand or let the story develop itself as you go?

I do mostly plan, but sometimes the scene changes as panels are drawn out! Personally i try to keep it loose but with a general idea of a start and finish, like, whats the main thing i want to get across-

This might get long so lemme break this up :D

My comics usually start with dialogue exchanges or a specific interaction (object or person), which i then branch out from- i try and thumbnail these ideas down asap, just really shitty sketches so i can move chop and change their positions as i see fit~

Lil behind the scenes of some of my recent ones with their crappy thumbs (which i admit sometimes have more charm then the finished but alas, we roll)

For longer comics i will write a script out eg.

H (awkwardly looking away): Sorry... i just, have a lot on my mind... and well.... in it A (a faked smile, monotone voice): Ha. Ha. funny.

For me, i do try and think about the scenes as if they were storyboards for a film rather than comics... (hence why most of my panels are just uninteresting long boxes) so i use a lot of cinematography approaches to the framing (close ups, establishing shots ect) The other main thing you're then going to want to think about is:

Leaving enough room for speech bubbles (i'm bad at this, but this is why we script beforehand)

Arranging your speech bubbles to lead the reader around your art

The first thing people will look at is the speech bubbles in a panel. While 'leading lines' are a great way to help guide you in the right direction to read, having the bubbles arranged in a way that leads the eye is also useful!

(this is from my upcoming story 'Be Gay Do Crime', this is however a scrapped version of the prologue which is currently being editted)

Pacing is also incredibly important! And i dont just mean the scene itself- but also the way the dialogue is presented! For example:

Breaking up the speech bubbles puts pauses between the sentence, spaces out the way a character speaks and gives them a bit more personality. (of course you don't have to break everything up into 2 word boxes, this is just an example)

If there is anything i've missed, let me know- this is the main bits i could think of off the top of my head! i hope it helps!

#ask izu #sorry this is a long one #i hope this makes sense!#comics

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tropes-and-tales-archives · 4 months

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Whistle Down the Wind, Chapter Six

Word Count: 2948

TW: Pining, unrequited love, angst.

AN: Part of a series. The series masterlist here.

The ride back from Montauk was tense, and Nicole spent a few nights at a friend’s place while everyone cooled off. Sonny went back to the grind of SVU, and for once, he appreciated the distraction from his personal life.

Nicole eventually came home, contrite and crying. Sonny forgave her, and he tried to make her understand that he was in it for the long haul if she was. She assured him that she was. They made up, once on the couch and once in the shower afterwards, and for a while, things seemed a lot better.

For a while, anyway.

*******

To say you were hurt was an understatement, but there was a bright silver lining: after Bella’s wedding, you deciding to stop thinking about Sonny altogether and instead focus on your work.

You finished the score to the indie movie. The movie, admittedly, was glorified film school tripe, but the producers managed to screen it at some smaller film festivals. While the writing was mocked, the acting was declared wooden, and the editing looked like it was done on Windows Movie Maker, critics were largely universal that your music was better than the film deserved.

You got a meeting with a smaller studio in Los Angeles. You flew out for a few days to meet with them and walk them through your portfolio. When you flew back to New York, you didn’t have the usual relief at being home.

But there was some buzz in New York about you too – people had heard about your scoring work, and you had a reputation as being reliable and innovative in musical circles – and you had a meeting with a semi-famous playwright who wanted to set an original script to music for an Off Broadway production.

Between all of the work opportunities, you didn’t have time to think about Sonny at all, even if you wanted to. You were so busy that you usually collapsed in bed late at night (or early in the morning), musical notes and phrases echoing through your dreams.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and you were performing a series of tasks that you colloquially called “unfucking your life.” You had a tendency to get wrapped up in work for long stretches of time, and then you’d raise your head and take a breath and notice that you had no groceries, no shampoo, and no clean clothes, and that your apartment was a hovel. When this happened, you set up some “unfucking” time: you made a list of errands and tackled them.

You were halfway through your list (done with grocery shopping, just starting on cleaning the bathroom) when your phone rang. You looked at the caller ID and saw the familiar name. Your stomach dropped but you answered it.

“Hello, Mrs. Carisi,” you said. “How are you?” You tried to sound cheerful, and it wasn’t that difficult – Sonny got his sunniness from his mother, and you let the older woman chatter about her hobbies now that she was an empty nester, as well as updates on all of her grandchildren. She asked about your work and life in general, eventually circling around to what she had called you for.

“Are you coming around for Thanksgiving?” she asked. “I want to know if I can count on you to bring one of your pies, so that I can plan my calories accordingly.”

You laughed. You spent almost all of your holidays with the Carisi’s, and you usually contributed by bringing your famous chocolate bourbon pecan pie. Mrs. Carisi especially loved it, but she usually complained as she cut herself a second slice about all the Zumba classes she’d have to take to burn it off.

Your laughter tapered off, and you thought about how to answer her. Sonny’s girlfriend’s words echoed through your head – you weren’t family, after all – and you didn’t want a repeat of Bella’s reception. Everyone had been awkward and uncomfortable afterwards, and you didn’t want to ruin a family holiday.

“Actually, I’m heading out to see my dad,” you lied. “He’s remarried and has a few new kids, so I thought I’d go get to know my half-siblings.” It was only a half-lie, technically. Your father had remarried and had a new family, but you hadn’t been invited to spend the holiday with him. You usually only heard from him once or twice a year anyway. Similarly, you weren’t going to your mother’s house – she was probably off on a singles cruise anyway.

“That’s great,” Mrs. Carisi said. “We’ll miss you though.”

You felt a sad twinge. You hated to lie to her, and you’d miss them too, but it had to be this way. You weren’t family, and it had to end someday. Why not now? Might as well cut the cord before Sonny and Nicole got engaged and then married. You didn’t want to be forty years old, sitting across from them and their children.

“I’ll miss you too,” you replied. “Maybe next time. Give everyone my love though.”

You both signed off and hung up. You looked at your phone for a while afterwards. It was better this way, you reminded yourself. Maybe you’d even eventually believe it yourself.

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By the time Thanksgiving came, Sonny was ready for a break. He traded off with Fin, agreeing to cover Christmas, and he headed to Staten Island for a long weekend.

Nicole went to Chicago to spend the holiday with her family. She had invited Sonny, but he declined. The brief period of domestic bliss after making up from the Montauk disaster had ended. She was back to spending late nights out with friends, generally harping on him about the contents of the refrigerator, and not being very supportive of his struggles at work. SVU had just closed a big case against the Catholic Church, and it left Sonny heart-sore and disgusted and thrown off of his usually demeanor.

He dragged himself into Thanksgiving weekend, looking forward to family and good food. And, he was hoping against hope, time with you.

When he saw the set table, though, he saw that there was one less place setting. His heart, already low, sunk even lower.

Dinner was delicious, as always. Sonny’s mother was an excellent cook, and he stuffed himself on the usual turkey and stuffing and mashed potatoes with parmesan. Firsts, seconds, and (for the potatoes) thirds. Sonny ate enough to make up for all the nights with Nicole’s self-imposed ban on carbs.

The meal was subdued, though. Bella, he could tell, missed her best friend. Tommy mirrored his mood to Bella’s. Theresa and her husband were fighting again, so there was tension there, and Sonny’s nieces were quietly cranky. Emma had asked where you were, and when Bella told her, she had cried a little.

Even Mia, despite her disaffected teenaged shtick, seemed to miss you.

After dinner and before dessert, it was a Carisi tradition to play board games. Before you, it had been classics: Monopoly, Battleship, Sorry. You had introduced them to the wider world of role playing and strategy games, and it had been your tradition to bring a new game every year to add to the guest bedroom closet in Staten Island.

“What’re we playing this year?” Bella asked.

Sonny’s mom told the girls to go pick a game from the closet, and Emma sprinted off with a shriek, outrunning her sisters. She came back a moment later with Risk under her arm. Your favorite.

“Can she come now?” she asked. Risk was well out of Emma’s age range, so she usually teamed up with you, “helping” you strategize and moving your Calvary pieces while neighing like a horse. She also would imitate your evil cackle when you won. It made Sonny smile to remember it.

“She’s with her dad’s family,” Sonny’s mother told her. Sonny was surprised by this. You rarely spoke badly about people, but you didn’t have anything nice to say about your dad. He had been absent for most of your childhood, only showing up at your big occasions to fight with your mother and ruin it for you.

Bella chimed in. “She’s not at her dad’s,” she scoffed. “The last time she talked to him, she hung up the phone and called him a ‘living trash fire.’”

Sonny’s mom looked confused. “She lied to me?”

It was Mia with her teenaged ability to cut through bullshit and see to the heart of the matter. “She probably isn’t here because Uncle Sonny’s girlfriend told her she wasn’t family.” Mia looked around the suddenly silent table and shrugged, embarrassed. Sonny ducked his head and felt a fresh wave of guilt wash over him.

—–

He found himself outside of your apartment that evening. His mother had packed him a massive box of leftovers to take you.

And if you’d let him in, he needed to talk to you.

He stood outside your door, his ear turned to it. He could just make out the murmur of your television. And faintly, through the crack between the door and the jamb, the faint smell of pot. He smiled to himself. You weren’t a heavy smoker, but it did make you giggly. It might make this easier on him.

He knocked and listened to the footsteps that came to the door. He knew you looked through your spyhole, judging by the “ah, fuck” you mumbled, but he heard you slide back the chain and deadbolt and open the door to him.

“NYPD, narcotics division,” he joked, but you didn’t smile at him. You just glared at him for a moment until he sighed and added, “can I come in?”

You didn’t answer. You just nodded and stepped aside, allowing him entry. The pot smell was stronger inside, and he watched you as you shut the door and locked it back up.

Your hair was twisted up and held in place by a mechanical pencil, and your face was makeup free, which made you look much younger than you were. Your eyes were a bit red from smoking, and you were doing that slow blink you did when you had a bit too much.

You were wearing dark grey sweatpants that ended mid-shin, and a concert t-shirt for some band he never heard of. It didn’t look like you were wearing a bra, he noted, but then he felt like a pervert for noticing.

“My ma wanted to send leftovers,” he said, handing you the box. “So she just sent everything that we didn’t eat.”

You took the box and placed it on your kitchen table, peering inside. “She packed it in the good Tupperware,” you noted. “That’s when you know you’re important.”

“You can just give it back to me when it’s all empty,” he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Or I can give it to Bella,” you retorted. Sonny frowned. The giggly version of stoned you was nowhere to be found. Maybe you were on a different strain? He didn’t know enough about marijuana.

Suddenly the past few months caught up to him. The slap on the street, not seeing you or talking to you, the wedding and reception, and constant bickering with Nicole, the stress at work, the latest case against the Catholic Church…it all pressed down on him at once like a load of bricks. His shoulders slumped and he felt like he could lie down and sleep forever.

Your face softened a bit, and you gestured for him to sit down on your couch, which he did gratefully.

“You okay, stretch?” you asked haltingly. You sat down beside him, tucking a leg underneath you and facing him.

He scrubbed his hands over his face. “Just tired.” He looked at you and gave you a rueful grin. “A lot going on.” You nodded, and he continued.

“I just wanted to talk to you about…all this.” He gestured between the two of you, and you nodded again. There was an awkward silence, and you finally broke it.

“I’m sorry I slapped you. I’m ashamed I did it, and you didn’t deserve it.”

“I did deserve it,” he replied. “I should have never said what I did.”

You shook your head at him. “No one deserves to be hit, Sonny. You work with SVU, so you should know that better than anyone. I’m sorry, and I wish I could undo it.”

“Well, I’m sorry I said what I said. I wish I could undo that myself.” There was another awkward silence, longer this time. He watched you out of the corner of his eye as you played with the drawstring on the waistband of your pants. You had elegant fingers, long and tapered, and Sonny loved watching you play your various instruments.

He reached out and stilled your hands, taking one in his and holding it lightly. He waited until you raised your bleary eyes to look at him.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me that you…had a thing for me?” he asked.

You snorted lightly and pulled your hand away. “It wasn’t a thing, Sonny. I was in love with you for such a long time. And I almost told you once.”

“When?” He was surprised by this.

You went back to playing with your drawstring. “Remember the night we watched ‘Lost in Translation’?” He nodded, and you continued. “You had just broken up with that middle school teaching aide, and I thought ‘this is my chance.’ It was a perfect night. You had your arm around my shoulders and it was movie night….” You trailed off, obviously remembering it.

You took a deep breath. “I literally had my mouth open to tell you, but the movie started. You remember how that one opens? The first scene is literally Scarlett Johansson’s ass, and you started ranting about how you wanted a woman like that. You just went on and on about how she was the perfect woman and how you weren’t going to settle for anything less.”

Sonny laughed but you didn’t. You only looked at him with your solemn eyes. “I kinda remember that,” he admitted, feeling sheepish.

“That’s when I knew,” you said with a shrug. “You were never going to go for someone like me. You’d never settle for anything less than someone with Scarlett Johansson’s ass. And you never really have, Sonny.” He started to protest, but you cut him off.

“You date the hottest, most beautiful girls. I’m pretty secure about myself. I’m not hot or beautiful, but I’m talented and have a lot going for me. It’s just not anything you want. You want a woman that looks a certain way, that takes care of herself a certain way, no matter how mean or boring they are.” You looked away. “I used to be jealous, but I’m not anymore. Nicole is gorgeous, Sonny, but she’s the meanest person you’ve ever dated, and that’s saying a lot. Who comes to their boyfriend’s sister’s wedding hungover and bitching at family friends?”

Sonny replied, “she’s not always mean. She can actually be quite sweet.”

You rolled your eyes at this. “Sonny, the last time we had a movie night, you spent the first hour complaining about your greying hair because Nicole said it made you look old. I missed crucial plot points because the woman you want to marry made you feel bad about the way you look. That doesn’t sound sweet to me.”

“I don’t…” he said but trailed off. You let the silence between you grow before you continued.

“The wedding reception was tough, but Nicole was right. You’re not family and never were.” You shook your head, and Sonny noticed the tears that were springing up in your eyes. “You were just a dream, Sonny. But I have to grow up now. I want a life of my own.”

“But I miss you,” Sonny protested, his voice low. “I miss my friend.”

You reached over and patted his hand. “I know. But I can’t be your friend without wanting more.” You took a deep breath. “I haven’t told Bella yet, so keep this to yourself until I can talk to her, but I’m going to move to Los Angeles. There’s more work out there for me, and I can get a fresh start.” You smiled at him sadly. “Maybe find my own Scarlett Johansson’s ass.”

Sonny felt his stomach drop. “You can’t leave New York,” he said. When he got upset or tired, his accent came out stronger, so it sounded like “New Yawk,” making you smile. “I’m not sure I can function without my friend.”

Your smile faded a bit. “You’ve functioned just fine the past few months without me,” but Sonny shook his head vehemently.

“I haven’t though,” and you started to talk over him to argue and he felt his stomach roiling at the thought of you leaving New York and him forever, and before he realized what he was doing, he was lunging across the couch to kiss you and make you stay. You jerked your head to the side at the last minute, and he caught the surprise written across your face before you shot to your feet.

“What the actual fuck, Sonny?” you yelled, and he hunched over on your couch, apologizing.

You didn’t let him finish. “I think you should go,” you said. You crossed your arms and scowled at him until he dropped his head and nodded. He stood up, wanting nothing more than to reach out and wrap you into one of his hugs.

Instead, he left your apartment. When he heard you slide your deadbolt behind him, he tried to pretend it didn’t sound like something ending.

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi imagine #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #tropes and tales

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hawkinsschoolcounselor · 4 months

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hi i hope you're doing well! just wanted to ask if you know whether there is a date set for st5? because iirc it was said that it would come out in 2024, but i'm not sure, and i don't have any other social media to check for myself

sorry and thank you in advance :)

Hello there.

There is no release date for season 5. Considering filming really only just begun, I wouldn't count on seeing it in 2024. I would expect filming to go until June, then you have to consider editing and SFX work, which would add a few more months. I expect there to be a higher level of polish on this, as I don't think people were happy that the show released while SFX work was still being done last season. There is also very likely to be a bigger marketing push than ever before considering it's the final season.

Also, they typically haven't finished writing a season before the start of production. Season 4 was an anomaly in that regard since filming was prevented by COVID, allowing the scripts to be finished in the meantime. Has there been any indication that all scripts are finished and final?

If it comes out in 2024, it would be a miracle. My guess is early 2025 at the earliest. It'd be nice if they could release it on November 6, but I just don't see how that's possible without an artificial delay to put it out on 11/6/25. They would need to be insanely efficient with filming and editing to give them that type of release window while still giving time for an appropriate marketing campaign.

#stranger things 5

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cevans-is-classic · 2 months

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Say hello to Javi, Reece, and Ari!

In celebration of my amazing friend @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist birthday you're presented with: The Producer

A bit ago we started spinning ideas for a collaboration and slipped Javi and his family here into her For The Love Of Horror : Dieter X Horror loving!Reader series

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More Pedro?

Sometimes when he needs to feel like he’s connected to his film — he’ll stay after filming and watch a movie.

It keeps him calm.

Helps him remember his love for cinema and story telling.

Most nights it’s obscure movies he’s never seen or movies he’s been meaning to watch but never has. The good day on set meant he watched a Nicolas Cage movie.

Which laid to him hauled up in the producer’s office, feet propped up on the desk and his laptop playing City of Angels.

(It’s not his favorite movie — he likes the movies where it feels like he’s the character.)

He’d gone into the zone, watching the screen with rapt attention.

The story drew him in until he sank into the story and latched on to the characters.

Every film.

Every character.

It made him feel warm, safe, dragging him into a world where Nicolas Cage is the hero and he, Javi, gets to admire him.

He’ll blame that exact reason he didn’t hear anyone approaching.

“Are you okay?” The voice startled him — a screaming yelp jerking him backwards. He tilts too far backwards and tips over his chair. His hand flies out to catch the desk, but another hand grabs his instead. It keeps him from hitting the ground, but now he’s stuck in a half sitting position.

Embarrassment flooded his cheeks and all he could do was mumble beneath his breath.

“I’m too old for sudden surprises.” He stuttered with a shake of his head.

“Javi, idiota,” He repeated and again until the stranger touched his shoulder.

“Now are you okay?” Javi looks up.

He recognizes the person, but he’s not sure where. The dark purple hair looked familiar, at least.

“You’re one of the new writers.” He squinted his eyes.

They nodded. “I needed to finish up the edits. You know,” a finger pointed right at him, “Why did you let them tear apart your script? I’ve read your work — you’re incredible.”

Javi’s cheeks flushed. “I was told it didn’t have enough flare. They did rewrites without me — you like my work?”

“Oh, my God yes. Your movie Gabriela was devastatingly beautiful. I wanted to reach in and wrap Hector and Gabriela together.” They knocked their head sideways, “Sorry I forgot.”

Javi waved his hand, “No, no, it’s okay. That’s why I made the movie — to process that grief.”

“Oh. Oh! When you collaborated with Ari Astar? I never expected a thriller out of you, but it was — the dynamic!” They waved their hands.

A smile was curling the edge of his lips. “Thank you.”

“When I got asked to help do rewrites for Javier Gutierrez? I had ‘What’s It About’ read before I even reached the airport.” The next grin aimed at him lit up the blue of their eyes and Javi went swimming.

And that’s how Javi met Reece.

Many things in his life felt like mistakes. His homes, his cars, anything that was considered his — none of it truly his.

Everything he’d ever owned — All of it paid by blood money.

Everything except his writing, Nicolas Cage and Reece Gamaro.

It didn’t surprise him when he started seeking them out. Writer’s meeting, craft services, sitting on the sides during filming. Anywhere they were Javi wanted to be there as well, listen to them talk and laugh at half thought stories.

Javi knew he loved Reece late one June night with tequila shots and Reece crawling into his lap. Falling deeper between kissing, touching, wrapping his arms around them and falling asleep.

The two of them felt like a plot coming together — a storyline making a journey.

Their love for story telling matched his own. Ideas swirling around their head and rolling past their lips with brimming smiles and excited ramblings. The two of them didn’t match everything. Reece had opinions on some of his — collection, and Javi had his own on their choice of reading.

The shared love of movies drew them even closer. They could sit together on the couch with blankets and lights turned down low. They’d trade commentaries and facts they had buried inside their minds. Javi told them everything he knew about 1970s art-house films and Reece could tell him more about books that became movies than anyone he knew.

Movies are also where they stumbled upon the first discourse of their relationship.

“I’m sorry — did you say Lost Boys is thinly plotted? That it’s only good enough as a summer movie?”

“You’re going to look at me and tell me you’ve Never watched Pulp Fiction?”

Javi wanted to watch movies with Reece for the rest of his life.

The first kiss was soft, sleepy, pressed into each other’s lips over warm cookies and Starbursts.

When They came out to him, nervous, fingers curling into their shirt, voice shaky as they talked.

“Uh, yeah, I’m nonbinary, uh, trans.” Reece had whispered.

Javi felt his stomach twist with worry. “I’m sorry — I didn’t even think to ask-”

“It’s okay. I wanted to feel comfortable at first then. Well, we kissed and-” Reece half smiled, “I was worried about coming out. I didn’t know what id do if you, uh, changed your mind.”

“Pronouns?” They cried into the hug and asked him to watch a movie.

He felt like a teenager holding their hand as they rest against his shoulder.

Javi knew he was in love the first night they met up after filming. The first time he saw them around friends, laugh tossing their head back and hips swinging to music.

Javi felt light burn beneath their skin. He wants to touch that light, feel that light, watch it burn brighter and brighter. He needed more of them.

His excuse to see them more was to offer a collaboration.

“You want to make a movie with me?” Reece touched his chest.

Javi nodded. “I believe we have common ground for creativity?”

Reece’s fingers traced his jaw. “You want to make a movie?” They moved closer to him. Their nose brushing his cheek, “With me?”

Kissing Reece felt like his skin had caught fire and brought him to life. He’d watched the movie magic kiss experience his entire existence and craved that passion.

Wesley and Buttercup.

Sally and Michael.

Celine and Jesse.

He wants to keep kissing them until he runs out of breath. He can’t stop kissing them as his fingers slide their shirt off their shoulders and feel the smooth skin beneath his lips.

Javi wants to taste them for the rest of his life.

Feeling them around him for the first time? Knowing how it is to have them in his arms, in his heart, in his life? It’s all he’s ever wanted and more — he’d do anything to keep it.

They moved in together when they started working on their movie.

It made sense.

Reece was over every day, anyway.

It made the most sense to Javi who hated it when they left at night. Knowing he’d have to watch them climbed into their car and drive away?

The move went by in a blink. One moment Javi is asking Reece if they‌ have a desk and the next said desk is sitting in the guest room.

His heart burns with happiness.

Reece had the flu the first time they said I love you. His thigh burning beneath their cheeks, fingers running their hair. They shivered with every breath and groaned anytime they moved.

He almost missed it at first.

Then it sinks in.

“I love you.” There had been tears in Reece’s eyes, and Javi cleaned them with his thumbs. He’d smiled at their wobbling lip before saying it back.

He did. Javi loved Reece. They were his everything.

One year turned to two, then three, and suddenly Reece was sitting on a hospital bed with a bag held to their lips. A nurse stood in front of them with a pink testing strip and Javi’s heart had exited the building.

His life with Reece changed with a shoulder shrug and a flat, “Told you — you’re pregnant.”

Reece threw up a lot, dropping the bag with panic and didn’t seem to stop panicking for eight and half months.

Their first ultrasound on Reece’s face went white as they hissed at him, “I can’t find the baby?”

He’d pointed it out before the technician came back, but Reece kept shaking their head, “I can’t find the baby.”

The first time the baby moved Reece woke up in a panic and almost pushed him out of the bed.

“I’m going to be a horrible parent.” They wrinkled their nose at the Mommy and Me video.

“I think you’ll be amazing.” He’d kissed their temple.

Reece had sighed, “At least we can make it funny.”

They threatened to burn Javi alive when he tried to take away their deviled eggs, once.

“You get heartburn and stomach aches.”

“They’ll never find your body, Gutierrez.”

September twenty-first at three in the afternoon, a nurse handed Javi his heart and soul. A baby girl weighing six lbs and three ounces at nineteen inches long.

Her hair was a shocking dark mess on her head and she was beautiful.

Javi experienced raw, unfiltered happiness that night.

Javi also experienced a genuine fear that night.

Everything was fine at first. Reece was smiling at the squirming pink baby, eyes unfocused and hand trying to touch her hair. He’d leaned down to kiss his partner when a nurse started pushing him away. The baby taken from his arms with a rushed apology as Javi asked what was happening.

They’d ushered him out of the room and left waiting in the hall, l watching his life slip away from his eyes.

Someone found him later that night and directed him to the nursery spent hours staring at his daughter. Javi barely hearing the doctor explain to him about the mass they found and the prognosis they’d feared would come from it.

At four in the morning, he was sitting in the hospital room, Reece fast asleep in the bed as he held their daughter to his chest and hummed down at her.

“That’s your Noma,” He whispered as Reece slept. “They’re super smart, talented and kind, but don’t let them bake any sweets.” Their baby squinted up at him.

He’d kisses her nose, “No matter what Noma says — M. Knight Shyamalan movies have twists at the end.

Ariana Valeria Zona Gutierrez went home a month later in her Noma’s arms.

Ariana Valeria Zona took her first shit in the arms of her Noma arms at the and was placed in her father’s arms.

Nicolas Cage became her Godfather and with the promise to always protect her.

She said her first word in Spanish and frowned when Reece didn’t respond.

“My skills range as far as understanding it, kid.” They’d joked.

Her first day of daycare ended with tears (Javi) and promises everything will be okay (Reece at Javi)

At two years old, their little girl loved turtles and was waddling with a pet rock in one hand and a plastic spider in the other. At two years old, Ariana was the happiest little girl in the world.

Javi knew what happiness is.

It’s the family he built with the love of his life. It’s the movies he makes, the times he spends with his best friend Nicolas cage and the smile on his daughter’s face.

When he and Reece got asked to help with the new Power Puff Girls movie,he thought Reece was going to pass out from excitement. They’d wasted not a second to pick up their daughter and swing her with cheering laughter.

(He isn’t sure if Ari knew what was happening or sensed her Noma’s happiness. He imagined both.)

Reece talked him into setting up an on set daycare for the kids, to keep Ari close as they both worked. It helped to know who was watching her during the busiest time of the lives.

When he met the assembling cast and crew, he felt good about what came next. He loved sinking his teeth into a movie and forming a family with those around him.

Javi knew everything was going to go exactly the way he’d always wished.

Then he met Dieter Bravo.

#pedro pascal #javi gutierrez #dieter bravo #javier gutierrez #javi gutierrez x OG character

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David Tennant's Obscure Performances: His Involvement with Read Not Dead (pt 4) - The Insatiate Countess

And here, my friends, is the fulfillment of my promise - the last of the four threads about David Tennant and his involvement with the Read Not Dead (heretofore called RND) project at Shakespeare's Globe. This will concern the second of the two unattributed plays David did for RND and is the last of the two never-before-talked-about-in-the-fandom plays he did with them. If you feel like you need to catch up on the first three parts and understand a little bit of the history behind the Read Not Dead project before continuing with this one, go here for the first part about Edward III, here for the second part about The Fleer, and here for the third part about What You Will. Then come on back!

With all those links out of the way, we can continue with the last of the four plays - and the second one which I believe new to the David Tennant fandom.

When we last left our intrepid Scots thespian David T., he'd just wrapped up a staged reading of John Marston's What You Will for the RND. He had managed to fit the reading in between the April-May 2002 and the July-August 2002 runs of his then-current hit play, Lobby Hero.

Between then and November of 2002 (the next time he stepped on the Bear Gardens stage to do another RND staged reading) David had been seen on a number of other projects. In 2002 alone he'd been featured on an episode of Foyle's War and in the short film Nine And 1/2 Minutes by Josh Appignanesi. Lobby Hero had got him noticed; his star was on the rise. He was getting busier (and he'd get busier still when his next two plays, 2003's The Pillowman and 2005's Look Back In Anger, as well as his seminal role as Peter Carlisle in 2004's Blackpool, would catapult him into the public consciousness.) And - of course! - Doctor Who was also barreling down the pipe. But all that was still in his future.

David Tennant in (clockwise from top left): Foyle's War, Nine And 1/2 Minutes, The Pillowman, and Look Back in Anger

No, for right now it is Sunday, 10 November 2002, and we're along for the ride as David arrives at the Globe for the morning's balls to the wall rehearsal of the Tony Bell-directed John Marston play, The Insatiate Countess, before getting on stage at the Bear Gardens Theatre. We don't know whether David signed up for this one (or any of them, for that matter)! If so, he received his script a few days before, but if he was drafted at the last minute he would've received his script only hours before taking the stage that afternoon! Either way, he was surely up for it.

In the previous thread on What You Will I spoke about playwright John Marston. But this play - The Insatiate Countess - is a mystery wrapped in an enigma. Marston started writing the tragicomedy in 1608 and had the first act and part of the second written before - oops! - he was thrown in jail. Following Marston's imprisonment, the play languished for a while, and when Marston was released and took holy orders he wanted NO part of finishing it. Two other writers took it upon themselves to finish the draft: actor William Barksted, and Lewis Machin. This multi-authored approach caused significant issues - the other authors juggled the names of the characters, for one - and suffice to say, it really isn't a "finished" play in the way we'd envision the meaning of the term. It finally got published in 1613.

Scholars have had a lot to say about the play's provenance, and there are many different editions of it. It's also widely studied because it's been acknowledged as highly unusual for its time - since it shows female characters driven explicitly by sexual desire.

According to UK Theatre Web, The Insatiate Countess is "a play dripping with innuendo from its very first lines [as] sexual obsession leads to murder as Isabella, widowed Countess of Swevia, wastes little time in remarrying before running off with another man. And then another. And yet another." And, as is usual for plays of this period, there is also a second comic plot going on. "Meanwhile, two new brides coolly frustrate their husbands' wife-swapping attempts at revenge."

So...if the uniqueness of The Insatiate Countess has intrigued you and you'd like to read (one version of) a full text of the play, you can find it here:

That link will take you to the version of the play used during the RND performance reading.

But back to that staged reading. When RND staged it in November 2002, they stated "it was the first performance of the complete play - tragic and comic plots together - since the 17th Century." David played the role of Rogero, Count of Arsena and Massino, later Isabella’s lover. The actors all donated their time to the project for free.

And here (again thanks to the Globe Archives) is the cast list from the digitized programme for the 10 November 2002 performance:

In February 2020, the Shakespeare Institute Players (their student theatre company out of Stratford) performed The Insatiate Countess, by William Barkstead and Lewis Machin, from a draft by John Marston." There appears to be no full version available online, but here is a short snippet of it if you'd like to take a listen:

And with that, my patient listeners, we wrap up the history of David's four interactions with the Shakespeare's Globe Read Not Dead project, which brings dead plays to life. While David did only four plays, the Read Not Dead project continues to this day.

One last postscript: the performance of The Insatiate Countess was recorded - as were all four of David's staged readings with RND - though I haven't listened to it (and sadly, the archive notes the start of the audio is cut off.) You can listen to the recording of the performance and others from the series, as the recordings are archived in the Globe Archive and Library in London. Access to the archive is available by appointment only for professionals and academics affiliated with institutions of higher education.

I've listened to Edward III and The Fleer, but have yet to hear What You Will or The Insatiate Countess. On my next trip to London, I'll be sure to make time to listen to both - even though some of the audio is missing on both of those, that's all right. I'll listen to them anyway!

I hope you all have enjoyed traipsing with me down the memory lane of David Tennant's works at the RND. 'Til next time!

#DavidTennant #ObscureDavidTennantPerformances #ReadNotDead #DavidTennantEarlyTheatre #TheInsatiateCountess

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miss anthro’s film recs: May 2021

Jurassic Park 1993: Watched this for the third time in a month today to celebrate it's release 28 years ago. Like most excellent films, it was created by a lucky intersection of talent. The remarkable premise was crafted into a brilliant script by David Koepp and author Michael Crichton; it was tight, clean, fast-paced - no plot holes and unnecessary scenes. Steven Spielberg really did a fantastic job of making a cohesive production and giving it a kind of emotional continuity. The cast is outstanding. I could write an essay about each one. Richard Attenborough brings pathos to John Hammond, the delusional tycoon. Sam Neill is perfect as Alan Grant, a jaded paleontologist who finds deeper compassion. Laura Dern gives a raw performance as the resolute and charming paleo-botanist Ellie Sattler. Jeff Goldblum stars as Ian Malcolm, chaotician and prototype "rock-star scientist." Bob Peck is wonderful as the sensible game warden Robert Muldoon. Samuel L. Jackson works his magic as sardonic chief engineer Ray Arnold. And of course, excellent performances from Martin Ferrero, Wayne Knight, Joseph Mazzello, and Ariana Richards. The special and physical effects are remarkable and most of them remain so nearly three decades later, including the life-sized animatronic Tyrannosaurus rex and just the right amount of CGI. Cinematography by Dean Cundey features god-tier-level use of scale framing. Not to mention great use of color, blocking, sound, costume, John Williams' beautiful score - you name it, this film really has everything going for it. Is this a perfect film? No, but it gets bloody close. Unmissable science-fiction that examines the horror unleashed by the arrogance of mankind.

The Birdcage 1996: This 25* year old film is a real gem. While the modern viewer (myself included) could find fault with some stereotypes, etc., the classic comedy has aged quite well. There’s a lot of slapstick and hysterically funny and clever dialogue. Williams and Lane are outstanding. There’s a very touching scene between the two of them which is very romantic and sweet. And of course the whole cast is perfect. I’m always impressed by this film when I haven’t seen it in a while.

The Moon-Spinners 1964: You don’t need to be a Disney fan to love this incredible classic. Hayley Mills is well loved but I don’t think she’s given enough credit for being not only a brilliant child actor but also a great actor as she aged. Her performance is stellar. The whole movie is fun and tense, bringing Mary Stewart’s novel to life in the great and beautiful country of Greece. It’s a fun adventure from start to finish with humor and romance.

Fairytale: A True Story 1997: Want to cry your eyes out about the Cottingley fairy hoax of 1917? You may not trust me but I recommend this experience. Honestly, this movie is life-changing. This is a depiction of a real life story involving historical figures. Usually no one gets that quite right but this movie kinda does. Peter O’Toole looks nothing like Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, but Harvey Keitel looks remarkably like Harry Houdini. Something about the music and what they do with this story gets into your bloodstream. I couldn’t possibly spoil for anyone who knows nothing about it, but I can say that there is some incredible CGI and a scene where someone faces retribution from an unexpected and shocking source.

edit 2023:

*now 27

I found this in my drafts. Clearly, life got in the way and I didn’t continue my recommendation posts (I have the templates drafted in text form.) Also, while drafting this edit I was attacked by a small beetle. I remain unharmed and have released the beetle into its natural environment.

#missanthrofilmrecs #jurassic park #the birdcage #the moon spinners #fairytale a true story #movies #movie reviews

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📓 "Eddie waited til he finished high school." **wink wink**

Oh you mean the nebulous ‘90s AU that haunts me to this day? ;)

Okay, so! Corroded Coffin actually hit it big in the early ‘90s. They’ve got a contract with a big record label and an agent and everything! They’re preparing to film a music video for their first single off a new album. While looking for models, Eddie comes across a familiar face and makes it clear that they’ve found their girl.

While Eddie is flourishing and living his dream, Chrissy, who moved to LA to work as a model/actress, is very much…not! She’s struggling with chickenshit gigs and isn’t really connecting with the scripts her agent is sending her way. (Also she holds onto the scripts and edits them as a hobby not even realizing she’s honing her writing skills, this detail comes into the picture later, trust.)

She gets a call about getting booked for a music video, her agent is like, “have you heard of Corroded Coffin?” And she realizes that she absolutely has, and oh my god Eddie Munson actually made it out of Hawkins alive?

The band invites her backstage at one of their Hollywood shows to say hello, catch up, discuss the concepts for the music video, etc. and she and Eddie are immediately drawn to one another (natch!). Their chemistry continues to flourish during the video shoot.

At the wrap party (held at the label head’s Malibu beach house ofc), she commiserates over how it’s been shockingly hard to find decent work in LA, and Eddie suggests they could at least make it look like they’re together if it’ll help get her name out there…

I feel like this idea has been simmering in my brain for nearly a year and when I removed the bloat and added fake dating, it just started to make a lot more sense.

Ohhh man I kind of want this to be my next multi-chapter project 🙈

#answered #muserepeats #hellcheer #shooting out the ‘would y’all read this?’ flare gun

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Oral History of Filming Holes (2003)

Louis Sachar, author and screenwriter: I didn't want someone to make it into a fluffy children's story. I wanted it to be gritty and tough.

In 1998, Sachar published "Holes," a young-adult novel about boys at a correctional boot camp in Texas. It became a mainstay in English classrooms nationwide, and by the early 2000s, directors and producers were vying for the film rights. They eventually went to director Andrew Davis and his production team.

Andrew Davis, director: The studio originally hired somebody else to try to adapt the book into a screenplay, and this idiot tried to change the whole book.

Teresa Tucker-Davies, executive producer: That writer came back with this insanely dark, dystopian film not even anywhere close to the story.

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Read a copy of the original script

Instead of looking for a new screenwriter, Davis and Tucker-Davies hired Sachar, who'd never written a screenplay before.

Sachar: Andy was persistent in having me write the screenplay. At the time, I didn't realize just how special that was — he was really going out on a limb for me.

Davis: "Holes" was wonderful because it was an independent movie that had studio distribution and financing in place. That's rare.

Marty Ewing, executive producer: Disney really wasn't involved. It's not like they were on the set. It's not like they gave us creative notes that I saw. It's not that they challenged the director's vision at all.

Once the cast was in place, Davis figured out where to shoot the movie. The cast and crew ended up splitting filming time between Hollywood soundstages, the Disney Ranch in Santa Clarita, California, and Ridgecrest, California, in the Mojave Desert.

Miguel Castro, Magnet: We had to do six to eight weeks in boot camp because we actually filmed in the desert. We had to get prepared to be under weather conditions of 115 degrees Fahrenheit and higher.

Davis: Alex Daniels, the stunt coordinator, took the kids and had them digging holes. They had to get callouses on their hands and learn how to do it.

Castro: The hardest part for me filming was the heatstroke. I mean we got to a point where we were hitting 104 degrees, and it was nothing to us anymore — that was a chill day.

Davis: It was quite intense. It was very, very hot inside of those holes and we had to have the kids sprayed down and hydrated to make sure they were gonna be safe.

Castro: I remember one day was 119 degrees. I thought they were gonna cancel the filming, but we all agreed to knock it out. I was hallucinating, and I started seeing water, a swimming pool. The production team gave us thermometers to check the temperatures of our holes. If the holes hit over 125 degrees, we had to get out of there. That day, some of our thermometers broke 130.

Davis took adapting Sachar's book seriously, and from day one, the director included the author in every step of the process.

Sachar: There was one scene where Sam is selling onions to a bald guy to make his hair grow — that happened to be the day Andy remembered he promised to put me in the movie. Because it wasn't in the script, I was the only bald person on set. I'm glad I didn't know about the cameo beforehand. I would've practiced my one line in the mirror until the words had no meaning left.

After months of filming were over, it was down to Davis and the editing team to turn "Holes" into an actual movie. Then the director had to team up with Disney execs to figure out how to promote the sometimes-dark family film.

Sachar: Andy would send me the tapes as it was getting cut down. The initial tape was four hours long, and then gradually, every few months, he'd send me another tape of it tightened.

Davis: In terms of the editing, we didn't have a lot of screenings where Disney executives told us to change things. We finished it and that was it.

#Holes 2003 #dystopian #holes movie #holes magnet #holes zero #hector zeroni #louis sachar #khleo thomas #miguel castro #Youtube #fanfic research

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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑰𝑹! - hueningkai × fem reader

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺: When Y/N and her eccentric friends decide to host the 'Love On Air' podcast, they think they can heal the heartaches of all HYBE Uni students. But when love begins to bubble up behind the scenes, Y/N finds herself at the center of a messed up love triangle. While she tries to save broken hearts, a shy student, Hueningkai, does everything to win her heart. With clumsy dating advice, accidental encounters and a chaotic podcast, will love triumph or end up in a hilarious mess?

"Tune in with us guys, cause Love is On Air!"

TAGLIST (open, send ask or comment to be added) @full-sunnies @enhacolor @mackjestic @beabeanice @beoms-sugar

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11- TBT (Tiger-Bee Truce)

Y/N and Wonwoo were sitting side by side, focused on Y/N's laptop screen. They were editing the latest episode of "Love On Air", ready to be posted on the YouTube channel. Jungwon and Jay's laughter and lively conversations with her echoed through the hallway as they worked.

"This part was funny, don't you think, oppa?"

"Yes, definitely. I think our listeners will love it."

While editing, they started talking about other topics.

"So, Wonwoo, what do you like to do in your free time?"

"Well," he said thoughtfully. "I enjoy everything, reading, going out drinking with my hyungs, but my favorite hobby as you heard, is gaming and streaming with my followers."

"I confess that games aren't really my thing" she scratched the back of her head, embarrassed "The only one I usually play sometimes is Legends of Runeterra, as it is one of the few Riot Games games that explores the game's universe and lore beyond of what was presented in stories, cinematics and other media."

"I've never heard of him. What is it?"

"It's a card game with some of the champions that League players know, with a few more special things! If you have time, I'll show you this game!"

"Of course, I would love to."

The conversation flowed naturally, and they discovered that they had a lot in common on other subjects, despite studying in practically opposite areas at HYBE Uni. Wonwoo had big aspirations in the gaming industry, while Y/N had other plans for her future.

"You know, oppa. My dream is to publish a book one day, maybe one of my stories will be adapted into a film script, or even I'll be called by Riot to write a new champion's lore in League!"

"Anything can happen, but I see that you are very talented, Y/N! You have a lot of potential to achieve great things in your life!"

She blushed slightly at the compliment.

"Thanks. But what about you? How are you doing with your livestreams?"

"Very well! In the last broadcast I broke my last record in Super Mario Kart and my goal of 10M subscriptions on my Twitch channel!"

"Really? Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!"

As they continued to talk, they discovered more about each other's interests, sharing stories about their hobbies and their ambitions for the future. Slowly, a friendship began to blossom between them, fueled by their passion for their studies and their excitement at working together on Love On Air.

As she finished editing the episode, she looked at him with a warm smile.

"Thank you. You really were a gem in this episode."

"It was my pleasure. I can't wait to see how our listeners react!"

As the sun set on campus, their friendship was beginning to form, fueled by their love of creation and shared dreams. It was the beginning of something special that they both knew could last a long time.

Y/N returned to her dorm, feeling a heavy weight in her heart due to the recent conflict. She knew she needed to sort things out and start a heart-to-heart with him. When she opened the door, she saw Sooyoung, who seemed to be reading something on her phone.

"You came back."

"I'm a woman of word, oppa. I would never postpone something so important to us for nothing."

The silence in the room was suffocating. Guilt weighed heavily on Soonyoung's shoulders, but the broken heart shook Y/N's feelings, so as she sat down on her rolling chair, dragged her closer to Hoshi and took a deep breath, she decided it was on her to take the first step.

"I want to apologize. I was immature with you, and it wasn't fair. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."

He nodded, showing gratitude for her sincerity.

"I also apologize, Y/N. I didn't make an effort to really get to know you. I was influenced by rumors, both those posted by Beomgyu and those told by Yunjin and her friends. I feel so bad for judging you like that."

She smiled, relieved that they were finally starting to work things out.

"I understand. We both made mistakes by subjugating each other, but I believe we can do better from now on."

He nodded in agreement.

"Of course, that's why we need to establish some rules for healthy coexistence in the dorm, to avoid worse fights for no reason."

"I agree. Here are my suggestions: I would like to have more privacy and quiet in the room to study and plan the "Love On Air" episodes. And I would like to help you organize your things in the half of the room that is yours, I would hate to see you angry when you easily lose something important because of disorganization."

He considered the proposals and nodded.

"It's okay, I can do that. In return, I would like you not to go through my things without permission and to make a greater effort to respect my likes and hobbies."

She agreed, saying the rules were fair and balanced.

"Agreed. I promise not to touch your things and respect your tastes. Let's create a healthier coexistence from now on."

"No silly arguments and resentments?" he reached out to her

"I promise. Those were waters under the bridge, what matters is our future in the dorm." She returned a friendly smile.

"Good to know! I think we can be good roommates from now on, maybe even friends?"

"Don't force it." she grinned "It's going to take a while before I even consider you a friend, okay?"

"I'll take that risk." he shrugged

They knew it would be a winding path of learning, but they were determined to make living in the dormitory more harmonious and respectful. For them, this was a new beginning.

A/N: SooY/N FINALLY having their redemption arc. Things are getting spicy...

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