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mysteriouslybluepirate · 1 year

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Dancing in the Dark And Rewatches (still day 3, but 3 am)

Loved the notes on previous posts! Please tell me your thoughts down below as they might differ with mine. *For example, a comment down below that helped me reframe the movie in a better light*

REWATCHED

Tonight, rewatched Telstar and Vengeance with the Brother(18). We usually play video games at night, but neither of us were in the mood and I didn't mind the rewatches.

It made both films much more entertaining. He's the type to make fun of any movie, so Vengeance was fun. If you read my post yesterday about that movie, we basically had the same quips and reactions. Telstar, however, was a trip.

We usually talk through movies. It's how we hang out without feeling the pressure to talk. The entire movie he was almost silent, he was interested. Flipped between hating the guy and kinda seeing his point. At the scene where douche face says 'I always knew you were a ____' he legit said "Wow, I didn't think I could sympathize with him, but fuck.". That's the good about this movie, it feels like these are people who lived fucked up lives.

We both agree ending that the scene was is just too much. We talked for half an hour about it and how the fuck this movie was adapted from the stage. How the entertainment industry fucks everyone over. We watched 1917 after, a fucking WW1 movie, and felt better emotionally at the end of that one than Telstar. I have no idea how Con could film those final scenes multiple times over for weeks. Overall, it's a better movie on rewatches.

In between, we watched Bob Odenkirk's Nobody, and 1917. His choices. Both highly recommend it. Nobody might be top 5 movies that came out 2021 for me.

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After watching mostly downers I chose Dancing in the Dark. Mainly because neither of us like Romances, and we are both so tired it's fun to make fun of. I knew this was highly recommended, and it was on YouTube. Again, I know this was some people's childhood but I was born 12 years after this was made.

Overall, it's not the worst "hallmark" romance I've seen. Con's great, just way to young. It felt odd going from one of Con's most recent movies at the start of the night to finish it off with this one. Me and my brother agreed he aged like wine (after watching Vengeance and con's depressed eyes, Con earns the genuine compliment). Age gives him wisdom where in this movie I'm just waiting for a Telstar-sized incident to ruin his life.

I like that the story revolved around her choice, and that in the end they didn't immediately make out in the car. Con's character gave her space, but let her know through smiling that he was thankful. She needs time and he needs to learn to cool his jets a bit before starting a relationship. Again, she's 21. As a 20-year-old mid-pandemic person right now, I could never.

Songs were great, and I liked how few sets they used. Self contained to a small town. Me and my brother joked about how much these brits would freak out living in rural US. Cause this 'tiny' town still has a multi-story club and enough people to host a pop star. 'A two hour drive from London'. Babe, I'm a seven-hour drive through the Rockies away from a town with more than sixty thousand people. I wish I could escape the way these two can.

I know that for where they're from this distinction matters, especially with their accents often being 'lower class'. The fact that Con's character with his accent is a hit is a giant deal. Yet I still snickered at some of the lines, so win some, lose some. Always learning and willing to hear.

Loved Con 'playing' Banjo, this was the only point in the movie I felt we got to learn what he was like. He got the right-hand picking movements close enough, so I'll vibe with it.

They mentioned accents at the very beginning of the movie, and I got excited. But Con's character didn't defend his home town, or the people/place he grew up in. Overall it just felt like some of his bandmates were Londoners putting up with their lead's shit. Which isn't great.

The movie rang a bit hollow to me. His 'this town is killing us' vibe rang true. I've listened to "So Many People" for the past six months since I've found it. Unlike them, leaving town for me means 100k in debt. Being the same-ish age as the main protagonists but not feeling like I could ever have this life. Our economy wasn't built for it. Not the pop star life, but having friends to hang out with. Carelessly going down the street, arm in arm. The ability to be openly queer in a friend group, or even date someone local.

Feeling free enough to consider going to school in anything unrelated to business or tech made me feel sad. God, I'm watching 30-year-old movies at 3am on discord with my brother. You know?

I only liked the romance cause they established they'd known each other before the movie, and that he still loved her. Made her jump to conclusions and feel less ridiculous.

THE RIDICULOUS PART WAS THE BRIDESMAIDS. My god, ladies, I get that you think this is last-minute jitters but at least hear her out. Ignoring her fears isn't doing shit but making things worse. The second fuck face tried to intimidate her in the bathroom, I would have thrown fucking hands.

The football players were all douches and I think their vial hatred got more screen time than the relationship. The fact that she was getting married soon should have been conflict enough. It's not brought up to Con's character until the last third of the movie.

Seeing Con say 'you stupid twat' with a big ol' grin made my Izzy fan heart happy. Seeing Con get attacked wasn't great, but I loved that this straight character just fucking chose clothing that made him feel comfortable. Again, I fell into the 'I know what you are' trap and tried to mentally keep him straight. I tried so hard, but after months of OFMD I just see a tiny Izzy.

I hope we internet people let Con keep his anonymity about that part of his private life until he wants to define it. He's been acting as queer characters for age and is clearly an ally, but god OFMD fandom makes me nervous.

I know Con left the singing world sometime after this movie. He prefers plays, and I still need to watch the other stuff he made around this age. I wish I was able to get my hands on bootlegs of his plays, but I don't think Con's versions exist.

This movie was a great pallet cleanse and a fun way to end a good evening.

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Cinematography: 6/10 Loved when Con's character just stared daggers into my love interest's eyes when singing 'Dancing in the Dark'. The camera pans back and forth and I realized she was supposed to be hypnotized by love. This is the only point in this movie where I feel like he's reluctant to let her back in. Other than that, standard 80s/90s movie.

Actors besides Con: 6/10 They were alright. Nothing too memorable, besides just general 'why are you the way that you are' about them. Again, I don't know how marriage-crazy people in their early 20s were in the 90s but it felt like the only thing they cared about. That and football, masculinity, and leaving a legacy on a tiny town where everyone already knows you. You do that by getting the fuck out and making yourself happy, dipshits.

Con: 7 or even an 8/10. He does a good job, but he's barely in it. The acting he does, that isn't singing, is great. Their relationship just doesn't move beyond the 'oh god, she's looking at me' phase. Hard to judge when all Con could do was play the 'cool boi with a soft side' angle. He does it so well, he seems so nice. That score went up at the end when he just asked if she was happy. He loved her, and he just wanted to see her live a good life. If that wasn't with him, then that's that. It was her movie, and that's alright. He's fun eye candy.

Story: 7/10. It's a hallmark movie pre hallmark. Wished everyone besides the footballers and our leading lady got more time. The two love interest bond after 55 minutes of a 90-minute movie, and all the real development happens in the last 15. I respect that the writers made Con's character the 'you're happiness matters more than my being with you does'.

Fun to make my brother watch, and a good time.

Overall I'd say a 7.5/8, regardless of how my math makes it out to be. The missing numbers get filled in by Con's leather outfit :). I would love to rewatch if bored and able to find it on YouTube. If you like romances, this will be more your thing. Con's great. Again, if I were to rewatch anything, it would be this or Vengeance. Telstar is just way too much to casually sit through.

Thank you so much people that are leaving suggestions! I've been writing OFMD stuff for Izzy, and going through these characters has actually helped me grasp how Izzy acts. Just by seeing how Con uses the same rule book to play emotions.

TOMORROW SCARBOROUGH AHOY! More gay shit! Yey!

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eddieredmayneargentinablog · 1 year

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#Interview

"How Eddie Redmayne became one of the best dressed men in Hollywood - GQ Australia"

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Eddie Redmayne may not have won a major acting gong this past awards season, but he more than ruled the red carpet.

In the past few months, there have been quite the few turnouts for the actor courtesy of his creepy portrayal of serial killer Charlie Cullen in The Good Nurse, the chilling true story of how he murdered dozens of people by administering lethal doses of insulin.

Nominated for best supporting actor at the BAFTAs, Golden Globes, and SAG Awards (not to mention the appearances Redmayne made at multiple film festivals and premieres), it gave the Brit ample opportunity to flex his fashion like never before.

His looks included a daring Maison Margiela Haute Couture suit, black Alexander McQueen jumpsuit (which the 41—year—old wore sans shirt), chocolate brown Valentino suit with matching silk rosette and one unforgettable white Saint Laurent blouse with an oversized bow high on the neckline.

The man behind Redmayne’s transformation is Harry Lambert, the celebrity stylist responsible for the sartorial success of Harry Styles, Emma Corrin and Josh O’Connor. In London recently for the launch of Omega’s Aqua Terra Shades collection, Redmayne—a long—time Omega ambassador—revealed that Lambert keeps his roster of talent to a select few and it was only after seeing him perform as the Emcee in the 2021 West End production of Cabaret (for which he earned a Laurence Olivier Award) that his interest was piqued.

As for Redmayne, with two young children, a press tour and awards season, he was simply happy to have some assistance in the styling department after managing it himself in past years.

We sat down with the actor, to discuss the newfound theatricality to his dressing, his enduring love of watches and all things classic, plus why the new Omega Aqua Terra shades have a unique significance for not only his wardrobe—but his eyesight.

GQ Australia: Let’s talk about your red carpet looks this award season under your new stylist. How did this transition come about from the traditional Eddie Redmayne in a tuxedo to the more fashion-forward Eddie Redmayne?

Eddie Redmayne: “One of the wonders of our job is playing dress up. One of the reasons you get into acting when you’re a kid is transforming and the theatre of it, I suppose. And I’ve always been riveted by fashion … for all the years styling myself, you get to meet designers and see the brilliance of what they do quite up close and personal. And I always enjoyed doing that and I enjoyed being playful with it, but [now] I have two children, I had a big press tour for The Good Nurse and I didn’t have enough time to go and organise myself, but also I was beginning to go, ‘I want to enjoy the theatre of it and I want to get a new set of eyes on that.’ And I’d seen Harry Lambert, who’s my stylist, who worked with Josh O’Connor, who is one of my favourite actors and Emma Corrin, and the work that he had done with them, I saw as so intriguing. There was a classicism to it, it was playful, so I asked Harry if he’d be up for it and he was.”

You starred in Cabaret in London’s West End in 2021. How did you enjoy that experience of being back on the stage?

“It was a passion project of mine. And interestingly, I think the reason that Harry Lambert, who couldn’t have been more busy, was up for working with me. His books were closed, but fortunately he’d seen and enjoyed Cabaret.

That period, it was so intense. It was almost monastic I think, because it was incredibly physical and vocally, you can’t go out, you can’t go to a restaurant, you have to sleep in [and given] I had two young children, my wife was taking the burden. It was incredibly rigorous... It felt like a marathon in some ways, but it was also the most thrilling experience in my life.

This was a production that was very intimate and we did it straight out after the embers of the pandemic, the end of it and you felt this need for people, whether it was the actors or the audience, to have interaction and that level of intimacy and it was astonishing to be a part of.”

You’ve been an ambassador with Omega for eight years. How do the watches fit in with your new style?

“It’s been quite effortless really, in the sense that I will choose what to wear. And I’m lucky that there is such a variety within what Omega does, that there’s always something that seems to sing with what you’re wearing.”

Have you always worn watches? What’s your relationship like with them?

“I have always been a watch man. My dad had an Omega De Ville—very beautiful, very classic and he is an elegant man and it was very much a treasured thing.

So when I started wearing watches, that was what I was aspiring to I suppose. But one of the joys I’ve found with Omega is that there is so much storytelling. They have such a ripe history and one of the things about going [to Switzerland] with them is seeing the intricacy of the craftsmanship involved in telling these stories.”

Do you pick a watch to suit your outfit or the other way around?

“So the big elephant in the room is that I’m colourblind. But it’s called red-green colourblind [and] it just means you confuse colours. I see fully in colour, but probably how I see colours differs from how you see it. But it has meant in the past—and it’s one of the reasons having Hannah as my wife is very influential—is that I have an amount of shoes and outfits that are quite a nice colour, [but] they end up being a complete catastrophe, or clashing unexpectedly.

What I love about the Aqua Terra, firstly, I love the simple classicism, the shape of it. But I love that the colours give it a vibrancy. That means you can wear something quite classic and it will do the talking for you. So particularly some of the colours how I see them, particularly the Terracotta colour, they’re unique, they’re not that obvious. They do punch a bit and so I probably wear something pretty simple and let the watch do the talking.”

Are you the sort of person who runs early or runs late?

“I mean, my wife runs very late. We got married at a place where I knew where she was getting changed and the church was just here because I knew that she would be late. And after 40 minutes, everyone was looking at me nervously being like, "Is she going to come? I’m very nervous, this is expected." So I’m depressingly early. I quite like getting places early in order to be able to sit, relax, like at the theatre, to enjoy the moment. I love having time to enjoy, to indulge in nothingness.”

In terms of the sizing of watches, what’s your take on that?

“I think it's all proportionate. And I've always been someone … I don't, despite my best efforts to go to the gym, have massive forearms. I'm not sure I can pull off the Daniel Craig number. And so I've always preferred the proportion of scaled watches and it's one of the reasons I love this new Aqua Terra range. It instantly felt like a good fit. But interestingly, my wife loves wearing the men's watches. She loves wearing them as a piece of jewellery, like a bangle almost.”

You've mentioned Daniel Craig. Omega has this long history and relationship with Bond. You’ve said previously that you love watching it but you’d hate to play it. Is that still true?

“Yeah. You don't want to butcher your favourite things, they're your heroes … I'd much rather go and watch an actor that I admire. It is slightly like meeting your heroes, don't. I always think with... you know what your boundaries are. And I love James Bond, but I'd much rather watch someone else.”

Your next big project is The Day of the Jackal. It’s been a long time since you were part of a project for TV. Why the change?

“Like most of us, I'm an addict to long full television and the intricacy and the depth of having these characters that you sit with for weeks on end. Since doing Cabaret and The Good Nurse, I had a very thrilling year making those two things, they were both really inspiring projects and really galvanised my love for what I do. And so I was waiting to see what it would be that would really inspire me and these scripts came along. They're written by a brilliant man called Ronan Bennett. As each episode I read, I was desperate to read the next. They were thrilling. I loved the original film and I love the book. And yet they felt so up to date and deeply compelling and quite emotional. So as far as going back to television, it felt entirely the right format for the right story. We don't start shooting for a wee bit. But in the prep of it, I'm hoping it will be something super special.”

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#eddie redmayne #eddieredmayne #redmayne #gq australia #interview #april 2023

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 1 year

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Putting this behind a cut just because it gets a bit long and has some embedded videos so there’s no need to mess up people’s dashboards with it unless they choose to click. There’s stuff in here about the difference between British and Canadian English, and about comedy, and about sports. That’s not that useful a description mainly because it’s not that coherent a post, I started typing about one thing and then just kept typing until I was talking about something else, and then eventually I stopped.

So, I have this issue where I watch and listen to so much British stuff that, in only a few little ways, I sometimes start to “think in British”. During 2020 and 2021, there were times when I’d go more than two months without hearing the voice of anyone in real life, outside a trip to the grocery store every couple of weeks. I spent all day listening to British voices, to the point where I joked that this could lead to me developing a British accent.

So for a while I was very disciplined about always calling it “soccer”. But at some point I let that slip, and I think I now go between both terms on this blog, just writing whichever one comes into my head. The trouble is that in Canada, the sport of soccer/football is very rarely mentioned, while on British TV, it’s mentioned all the time (seriously, until 2020 I thought it was just a joke, just a stereotype, when people talked about Brits being obsessed with soccer). So it’s not just that I hear it said the British way on TV, it’s that I almost never hear it said the Canadian way, even now that lockdowns are over and I sometimes hang out with people in real life again.

Obviously your accent won’t actually change from that (trust me, I’ve checked), but it does start to affect my vocabulary in little ways, if I let it. One time in 2021, I was hanging out with friends for the first time in months, and I accidentally referred to soccer as “football”. They made jokes about this being a result of too much British TV, and after that, I started being more careful about how I think of it. I’d started calling it “football” on this blog, but I then made myself change it to “soccer” every time I wrote the word, to make sure I still thought of it as “soccer”, to make sure that was what I’d say when talking to people I know. Because yes, obviously “football” is the proper and original name for that sport. But also, if I say it here I’m going to sound incredibly pretentious, like someone who traveled to Europe and then starts affecting an accent on words that don’t need one. I’ll be like that, but worse, because I haven’t even traveled. I’ll just sound like I’m pretending that watching a lot of TV has turned me British.

Anyway, after how concerned I was about accidentally saying “football” instead of soccer, yesterday I let a completely different British-ism slip into real-life vocabulary, one that I hadn’t been concerned about because I hadn’t even realized I’d internalized that one. It was while I was coaching a tournament, and that’s always a way for language to come out without thinking. When I’m sitting in a corner and yelling at an athlete, some of what I say is measured and thoughtful, specific technical advice designed to tell them what to do next. But some of it is just encouragement, meant to hype them up when I can see they’re flagging. At that point, I let myself get caught up in the moment and yell whatever’s in my head, not having the time to do any translating.

We’ve joked before about what me, and my fellow coaches, sometimes say in the heat of moments like these. A few years ago my best friend yelled “Remember who you are!” during a particularly intense match, not realizing until later that he’d accidentally quoted the Lion King. Another friend of mine has been known to quote Eric Taylor from Friday Night Lights almost word for word, while trying to think of something inspiring to say.

It’s also a semi-common occurrence that when a match gets intense, we’ll call athletes by nicknames that we wouldn’t normally use in that context. If our team has a silly inside joke name for an athlete, I’ll remember to call them by their real name if I’m talking about them to people from other teams. And I’ll certainly remember to call them by their real name from the corner during a tournament, when I’m yelling for the whole room to hear. Unless things get really precarious, and I get caught up in the moment and just stop having time to translate in my head before speaking, and then their nickname comes out.

Yesterday, an athlete was down in a semi-important match, and he looked exhausted. I think what I meant to yell was: “Come on, get up, man!” Not particularly useful technical advice – he did already know this would be a good idea – but I was just trying to give him some energy. However, my filter disappeared and I ended up just saying the first thing that felt natural, which was: “Come on, get up, mate!” He did get up, he won the match, it was awesome, and then I got justifiably made fun of for a bit for calling someone “mate”. We don’t do that here.

It was a bit of a weird thing, accidentally slipping and letting something from this world into something that is so, fundamentally different from it. I had an experience on the drive home that really highlighted it. We were playing from my best friend’s iPod, and he has the song Go Off by M.I.A. on there. I have extremely strong associations with that song, from that time when I spent way too many hours making a video to it, in advance of Taskmaster Champion of Champions II:

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This video took me so long to make, which involved listening to bits of that song while watching bits of Taskmaster over and over and over until I’d lined them all up the way I wanted. And to be honest, once I’d finished I was very pleased with it, so I’ve re-watched it a lot of times since then. This means I now have a very powerful association in my mind between that song and those clips. They are inextricably linked.

I was surprised by just how much cognitive dissonance it caused when I heard that song on that road trip. I was in the middle of one of those nice moments that I’d missed so much for the last few years - in the passenger seat of a truck, my best friend next to me and driving. On a snowy highway, late at night, with three ~20-year-old athletes asleep on top of each other in the back. All of us exhausted from the day. Still mentally caught up in the excitement of the competition to which we’ve arbitrarily assigned meaning, of spending all day with people who’ve all agreed to buy into it. Watching the snow fall and listening to music and unwinding after all the drama.

And then suddenly this song comes on, and all I can see are Liza Tarbuck lying down in front of her sparkler and Ed Gamble clapping over a fly and Kerry Godliman drawing a giant circle in the snow. It was fucking weird. I think I’d have expected that to feel weird, but it felt way weird than I’d have expected. My brain had a sharp reaction of “no no no these things should not be combined, that is not meant to exist here, something is wrong”.

I’ve had that reaction only once before, when I listened to this part of a Bugle mini-episode that Andy Zaltzman made about one of the days when he attended the London 2012 Olympics. Posting that link does say what my sport is, which I’m fine about. I avoid writing the word all the time because I don’t want people from my actual sport, or from any part of my actual life, finding this blog. I’m probably just being paranoid to be concerned about this, but I reference this sport often enough so that if I wrote the word out every time, I worry it might come up in a search for that. But I’m not trying to keep it a secret from anyone who’s already reading this blog (if I were concerned about that, I’d be doing a bad job of concealing it, as I know there aren’t many sports where coaches yell from corners and athletes have to get up).

Anyway, that clip made me feel the same way. At first, I thought it was ridiculously cool that he was talking about that. It’s my thing! It’s my thing and Andy Zaltzman’s talking about it! And he’s right! That’s an accurate bit of observational comedy - it is true that on the world stage, the smaller athletes (55 being the smallest men’s category) tend to always look unhappy, especially the Russians. But it was a bridge too far when he said the name of the American champion (which I guess I won’t write out, even though there are more than enough other sites that talk about him so I’m sure writing it out wouldn’t put me in danger of coming up in searches for it), at 74. That guy is a hero in this sport. All my athletes look up to him. An old high school teammate of mine scored two points on him at the Pan-Ams once and we all lost our minds for weeks over how cool that was. The really rich coach from a nearby city sometimes throws lots of money to bring that guy in to run clinics, and then charges athletes hundreds of dollars at attend, and it always sells out immediately.

Hearing Andy Zaltzman say that guy’s name cause so much dissonance in my head. I immediately said “No no no no no that should not happen.” Andy Zaltzman should not exist on the same plane of reality as that man, who is the face of my sport if anyone is, worldwide. He should not have been able to be in the same room as that guy, because they should not exist in the same realm. That guy represents everything about the my corrupt, toxic, fucked up sport. Britcom is the beautiful progressive paradise that I immerse myself in to escape it, and Andy Zaltzman is the absolute pinnacle of this.

And yes I realize British comedy also has lots and lots of problems. But... okay, at my first tournament of this season, a couple of months ago, I saw a shirt that said “We The Fringe” on the back. I thought - oh cool, you don’t often see that sort of thing here, I wonder what city’s Fringe Festival that person attended and bought that shirt. Then they turned around, and I saw it was a shirt for the People’s Party of Canada. Our far-right party - way more right-wing than the regular conservatives - that Trudeau once said has “fringe views”, and its members took to calling themselves “the fringe” as a sort of protest (like with right-wingers calling themselves “deplorables” in America). And that guy was not out of place at that tournament; in that environment, he’s the norm. It made way more sense for the shirt to be of that political party, than of a Fringe Festival. There are more people like him than like me there. So you see why I say that compared to that, British comedy is a progressive paradise that should not exist in the same world as that bullshit. Andy Zaltzman - perfect, pure Andy Zaltzman - definitely shouldn’t.

There is one exception, though. Well two exceptions, but they both come from the same episode. The same episode of a show that I have not seen, other than that. A show I have no desire to see. But at some point I read about this episode existing, so obviously I had to watch it and cut out the clips and put them on YouTube.

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Yeah, that’s all right. I enjoyed that so much and would have no issue with every comedian I’ve ever heard of taking their turn at that. If Andy Zaltzman wants to go on TV and get beat up by that guy, I will fully support it. I’d pay a fair bit of money to see that, actually.

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inthishousewestanspiderpunk · 1 year

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I posted 6,835 times in 2022

That's 5,487 more posts than 2021!

36 posts created (1%)

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I tagged 32 of my posts in 2022

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#encanto au - 5 posts

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Longest Tag: 74 characters

#as a chunky brit with big tatas i am in no way built for this kind of heat

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hi everyone! This is the second Encanto smut fic I have done and the first in my circus, travelling show au! The idea is the Madrigal family have a travelling circus and each member of the family uses their gifts in an act or as a way to help the family. They are a bit more corrupt than in the film, but it's done with the best of intentions. At the end of the day, they need to survive and have money in order to do so and if it means Camilo pickpocketing or Luisa always winning at arm wrestling for ten pesos a go, then so be it.

This is based off the song "Rhythm of the Tambourine" from the Hunchback of Notre Dame musical and whenever I hear it, I just think Pepa. Guess it helps that's the musical my theatre group is doing this year.

Also, I am acknowledging that it is a repeat of what I published a week ago, but Tumblr posted it as a quote rather than a post and the notes weren't doing so hot. And if the Spanish is completely botched, I do apologise as well, that is Google translate, though I did get help from @foreveranevilregal who is a dear Internet friend of mine.

Hope you enjoy!

Charlotte :) x

"People are staring."

People were staring. They were staring and cheering and clapping and whooping and yelling. And Félix fucking loved it. He loved that others got to see how his vida, his sól, his...everything, move and sway to the music that the band was playing. Pepa laughed, carefree and glowing as she pulled up the silk hem of her dress to reveal a flash of a pale, freckled and oh so beautiful leg, much to the crowd's delight. She had them eating out of the palm of her hand and she knew it. Félix whistled and clapped louder than anyone else and threw over her tambourine that she would use in her performances. Whenever the tambourine came into play was when things got really intense and interesting. Both Pepa and Félix knew the routine by heart now as did the rest of the family. Pepa would start playing her tambourine, slapping it on her hip to the beat and revelling in the applause and adoration that she received. It was whilst the crowd was distracted, that Camilo would start his pickpocketing, transforming into a multitude of people so as not to arouse too much suspicion. Antonio helped his brother by turning on the cute and asking ladies that he and his baby capybara were lost and looking for his mother. The ladies would coo and aw and start helping by looking through the crowds, by which point Dolores always interrupted, charging through asking if anyone had seen her child and his baby capybara. "Mamá!" Antonio cried, hugging his sister close. "Tonio, there you are!" Dolores shook her head and looked at the women apologetically. "Lo siento, he always goes missing. Even though," she'd say, turning him upside down. "I tell him not to. Maybe you'd like to be sold to the circus hombrecito? Huh?" Antonio burst into fits of giggles, much to the delight and relief of the women who had helped. "Now, what do you say to the nice ladies?" Antonio smoothed his shirt as he was placed on the floor, looking away shyly. "Gracias señoras," he whispered, his eyes dark and round. The eldest of the women handed over a ten peso note to Antonio and patted him on the head. "Get yourself something nice, ¿entiendes, joven?" "Si! Gracias!" Satisfied all was well, she nodded and shuffled away to join her friends. Antonio immediately put it in his pocket and held onto Dolores' hand as they weaved through the crowds. "Why do I have to be bait? Can't I do something else?" Dolores rolled her eyes a little, holding onto his hand more firmly. "Tonito, we've been through this already, recordar? Mamá told you, you're the bait cos you're small and cute. Camilo was the same when he was your age, as was I." Antonio slumped his shoulders, looking away. "It's no fun though! Chispi junior is getting tired of it." The young capybara who was following the duo pretended to drop dead for effect twitching its back paw. Antonio bent down and whispered to it. "Get up, we're not doing dead pet today," he hissed, watching as it rolled back over with a squeak.

On the main stage, Pepa was starting to tire but she never let it show, she didn't allow herself to. The spectators wanted a performance and a performance they got. She signalled to the band to slow the music down to something more seductive, more sensual. Pepa rolled her shoulder to the crowd and let a slip of bare skin show through. Félix felt himself flush and his pants become taut; she always caused this to happen to him and if she allowed it, he would be having his way with her later on. Showering her with praise; for a good show, for getting him so fucking hard, for sucking his cock like a good girl, giving paying eyes a performance they wouldn't forget. It wasn't often that they would do this, but on occasion through word of mouth, for a fee and the right words, they would put on a show that only himself and his corazon would usually experience. He was a showman, after all, and whilst sharing his wife was out of the question, he loved knowing that people would be willing to hand over their hard earned cash, knowing that all they had for relief was their hand, whilst he had this gorgeous goddess of a woman to help him.

With a final flourish, Pepa skidded on her knees and began to crawl lowly towards a particularly keen member of the audience, who was enchanted and also intimidated. She wraps her silk scarf around him, pressing herself into his chest as she whispered something in his ear with a wink. He nods and gulps. Félix chuckled as he watched all the blood leave from this poor soul's head. "Thata girl Pepita," he whispered to himself, praising his beloved from afar. "Conseguir mas clientes para papi."

Later that night, there were a handful of men in Pepa and Félix's tent, watching the couple as they got intimate with one another. There were only two rules that both Félix and Pepa agreed on before deciding to give this exhibitionism a go; cash upfront and no touching the goods. Customers could touch themselves and each other even, but if they were to reach out or touch Félix or Pepa, the show immediately stopped and they would be promptly kicked out and banned for life.

The atmosphere was humid and fuggy, which in a way helped as the audience wasn't as noticeable and Pepa could truly concentrate on herself and Félix. "Ay, hay una buena chica. Te gusta que papi te llene, ¿no?" he grunted, digging his fingers into the delicate skin of her thighs, where there was sure to be bruising. Pepa shuddered her breath and nodded. "S-si...me encanta la polla de papi, me llena tan bien...." she squeaked the last part, seeing stars as Félix hit the perfect spot and gave her ass a sharp smack, which intermingled with the slap of his balls against her skin. The younger woman moaned out loud, keening under his touch, bring even more turned on by the fact that they were being watched. Through the fog created by her (that she will never apologise for), she could make out the man from earlier hungrily stroking his length, his gaze totally transfixed on the couple. She shook her head and giggled. "What's the matter? Is someone jealous?" she asked sweetly with a tilt of her head. He was about to speak when she tutted. "Now now, be a good boy and come quietly for me, si? I don't want you to ruin it for these good paying people." He gulped out a yes and nodded. "S-si Señora..."

Félix grinned proudly and bent over to whisper in his wife's ear. "Excellent mi vida," he praised sweetly, making her shudder and a warm rain to start in the room. "Haha, that's my girl!" Félix boomed, clapping. "Wepa, wepa!"

That was what did it for her. Not the fact that she was being watched, lusted after, knowing that she had multiple people under her spell, but Félix giving her praise. Praise that she had long craved for since she was a little girl who was only praised when she was of use to others. Well now she was taking that power back and it felt fucking good. Pepa growled, her nails scratching into the floor as she tensed up with Félix feeling her around his cock. "That's it Pepita, cum for papi. There's a good girl..." he crooned softly to her.

"F - Féli..." she stuttered, rutting against him. "I'm gonna..."

Félix nodded and pulled on her hair. "Lo sé, princesa. Corre en la polla de papá como la zorra que sé que eres."

Pepa's words got stuck in her throat as she hit her high and came hard. The build up she had been experiencing spread throughout her, making her toes and fingers curl and stretch out at the same, a look of pure, concentrated bliss appeared on her face and she breathed deeper as the electricity gave out in favour of warmth, which manifested itself into bright sunshine. Félix smiled as he pulled out as gently as he could, his now soft dick warm and wet with his and Pepa's cum.

They looked knowingly and lovingly at each other, basking in the glow that never failed to occur. "People are watching mi amor," Pepa whispered, putting her hand onto Félix's cheek, her heart still hammering away. Félix merely shrugged and waved confidently to the audience, who had very much enjoyed the show, the sound of flies being done up echoing around the small tent.

"I know."

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39 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

One Encanto HC I will fucking die on is when Pepa and Félix are still courting, Pepa is wondering out loud if Félix loves her. It's in thr market square, this big musical number and it's the its in his kiss song by Cher. I am not budging on that. Cue the back up singers consisting of Bruno, Julieta and a few friends being all "is it in his eyes?" and Pepa being like "It's in his kiss..." whilst holding a bunch of flowers and lying back on the flower stall. The stall owner is part annoyed, part concerned. "Are you okay?" *song goes on* "Y-you'd better pay for that!" *Pepa and the others walk off still singing* "I know where you live!"

44 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

Found this on Facebook and y'all...I feel seen. I know I'm autistic anyway, but there's no need to call me out like that

*Dewey Duck voice* - You mean it's been autism this whole time?

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101 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

"Write the smut you want to read." - wealwaystalkaboutbruno

Hi everyone! So, I was looking on the blog of foreveranevilregal and noticed that she did Pepa and Félix prompts. Rather spicy ones I may add, so being a Pepa and Félix shipper myself, I shot a message, she shot back and we got chatting! I have taken a prompt from her list of prompts (with permission!) and this is the result. Haven't written smut like this for a good...*thinks for a moment* almost seven years? And it was Glee and also Pitch Perfect #fatamyandbumperforever.

So yeah, hope you enjoy and see what you think!

"What happens if I do this?"

Pepa knew the look in his eyes, the daring, wild, loving look that he used for her and her only. Eyes that said "I love you with every fiber of my being." Eyes that would wink cheekily when his face was in between her thighs (arguably a favourite spot of his). Eyes that looked in complete adoration and awe when she gave birth to each of their children. Now, Félix very much had "come to bed" eyes, the pupil and iris mixing into multiple shades of brown, gold and even flecks of green.

He pursed his lips towards their bedroom door and raised his eyebrows in suggestion. Whilst usually, the younger woman wouldn't even need to be told twice, she was admittedly hesitant; the house was empty, but what if someone came back? What if her mamá went looking for her? Then what? Félix seemed to sense this and strolled over to his wife, placing a gentle but strong hand over the small of her back and peppered her neck with kisses and tiny bites. Pepa turned a deep shade of pink and the temperature in the room turned warmer by a few degrees. Not that the people of the encanto would notice; there had been a bout of good weather, a few degrees warmer wouldn't make anyone assume something was happening.

"Mi vida...." he sang softly, now running his fingers up and down her arm, the tips tracing the tiny hairs. She rolled her eyes at this, but was struggling to resist his charms. It was one of the things that made her fall for him in the first place. "I know you want it," Félix whispered in a lower tone. Ooh, now she was listening. "You'd look beautiful mi corazon. Spread out, my face in between your legs..." Pepa was all ears. If there was one thing she could never turn down, it was oral. The way he'd use his lips to create suction against her folds, his tongue becoming sharp and poking at her delicate clit, driving her wild every time...

"Okay..." she found herself saying. Félix practically danced with glee, the excitement in his pants already evident. Whilst not particularly long, much like its owner, it was incredibly thick and more than whetted Pepa's seemingly insatiable hunger when the mood took her.

With a grin, Félix flipped her onto his shoulders and gave her ass a short, sharp spank, the sound masking the moan that came out. "That's it, Pepa. Papi's gonna take good care of you."

Pepa's heart was now racing, with the temperature matching her thoughts. Hot, hot and fucking hot. As he carried her up the stairs, Félix wiped his brow. He noticed they had stopped at the picture of his father in law that adorned the wall and was them. He muttered a quick apology about what he was about to do to Pedro's daughter and dashed up the rest of the stairs two at a time, leaving Pepa to cling on for dear life until she was tossed onto their bed with a soft thump. Félix Madrigal was a man on a mission and if his wife ended up being collateral damage, then so be it. She was just about to change her position when Félix lifted his finger whilst searching for supplies with his back turned. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." he sang in a slightly menacing, but also joking tone.

It wasn't often that Félix let out this side of him, much preferring to be the spectator and worshipper than be in control and whilst it was something that Pepa didn't complain about (and why should she?), even she had to agree that it would be nice to be the one ordered around for once. To be the one in terrified awe of what was going to happen next, what the next touch would bring. All she could do was nod and return to how she was beforehand. A cry of triumph was heard as Félix found what he was looking for. Pepa looked up and her eyes grew wide, a hot and dense cloud appearing overhead. In his hands were a small bottle of lube, a gold and black silky blindfold and a pair of handcuffs, teasing Pepa as they glistened in the light.

"Félix, I-" Pepa was cut short by Félix shushing her softly and instructing her to lift her head, which she did with great ease. Her world turned dark as he tied a blindfold around her eyes, the silk refreshingly cool against her skin. She jumped and squealed as he lightly nipped her earlobe, immediately cooling it down again with a swipe of his tongue.

"Tan hermosa, mi amor..." Félix whispered, leaning over his wife's body. Pepa shivered with anticipation as Félix traced a finger down her cheek and along her side, making sure to stop next to her thigh. "Hmmm..." she heard him muse and drum up and down on her pale complexion. "Ah!" A decision was made. Her head followed the sound; his finger pretending to be impatient as he bunched up her dress with his left hand. Pepa gave a small gasp. She hadn't realised how warm she actually was until her skin was met with the (only slightly) cooler air. Félix clearly didn't want that and tutted in mock disapproval. "I didn't say you could speak, did I?" he asked, his fingers now interlacing with the delicate material of her panties. Head shake. Félix cocked his head. "I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you." Pepa shot daggers through the dark material. Oh, this was how he was playing, was it? Very well. "No, sir," she muttered, knowing he liked that. Félix felt his pants jump at that; not that he wasn't turned on already, but god damn, something about her calling him 'sir', it just did things to him. "Good girl," he cooed, his fingers now at her core.

If his fingers could talk, they'd be complaining at the heat radiating from the woman of his life, it was crazy how much heat she'd give off! He made eye contact with her, never leaving for a moment as he slipped a digit into the source. He hitched his breath, as did she. She was so warm, so wet and intoxicating, he swore he could get drunk just off her and her alone.

"Félix..." she whispered softly, biting her lip and leaving a darkened trace of where her teeth were. He put a hand up to shush her, the other pumping into a rythmn. In, out, in, out. Oh, she was loosening up nicely; her walls became more slick with arousal and the small whispers of his name had started to become pathetic whimpers parting from her lips. With a menacing grin, he inserted a second finger and curled them both, not once losing rythmn. In out, in out. Pepa's hips buckled into his fingers, having too much fun to notice that the room and the encanto were slowly becoming a sauna.

By this point, even Félix had noticed the heat and had to stop for a second. Pepa let out an indignant whine as his fingers left and didn't curl back in; why was it just when she was getting into a rythmn and enjoying herself that it had to stop? Félix gave a low chuckle and took his shirt off, showing off a solid chest covered with thousands of grey hairs that were shiny with sweat and frizzy from the humidity generated from his wife. She reached out a slender hand and put it on his chest, feeling the dull thumps of his heartbeat, having no doubt that his pants would feel the same. The older man took her hand and kissed it softly, whispering her praises as the taste of skin fell on his eager lips; salt intermingled with an underlying sweetness that reminded him of their favourite wine.

His wife on the other hand, was revelling in the attention that he was bestowing upon her. She loved being showered with praise, sometimes to a fault, but having not heard it unless she was being of service for so long, it wasn't like she could be blamed for having a bit (okay, a lot) of a praise kink.

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My #1 post of 2022

It's HC time my dudes! Awww yeeeeah!

So my twin sister showed me a picture where Félix is carrying baby Antonio in a chest sling (picture for reference) and it got me thinking. I know there's a joke in the Encanto fandom where Camilo and Mirabel are twins seeing how they're so close in age with both Félix and Augustín fearing for their lives during their respective wife's pregnancy, so once both babies are born, Félix takes them both out around the town wearing a baby sling. Camilo in the front and Mirabel chilling in the back. The sweet old dears of the town gather around baby Camilo, cooing and awwing, with Camilo naturally soaking up the attention. Félix seizes his opportunity. "Perdóneme señoras, but I know something better than one baby..." He turns around and there is Mirabel, looking around with her wide, dark eyes. "DOS BEBÉS!"

146 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

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ALL MINE

or: it’s easy to have a good time, if you don’t mind getting a little messy - all it takes is meringue, cream, and strawberries.

the long-awaited finale of LOVE HEART! gn!reader, domestic fluff to smut, absolutely and without exception minors dni. this is… a lot more explicit than i thought it was going to be - i really didn’t think i had this in me, but what @ejunkiet wants, @ejunkiet gets! i hope this does the hot boi summer aesthetic justice :) sweetheart’s a brit because i say so - it’s not necessary for the plot, but quite frankly i think it’s a crime that eton mess and trifle don’t exist in america, and this is my only way of promoting them, so there you go. @solclaw is the source of all knowledge, and i am making trifle in their honour - rowan darling there is always an extra bowl for you!

sweetheart is gender neutral, and their anatomy is not described. milo’s skin is stated to be of an appropriate colour to show love bites, but no specific colour is mentioned and the reader’s skin is not described at all. milo being an excellent sous chef for just over 3600 words.

this fic contains explicit content, and is 18+ only. minors please do not interact with this one i am BEGGING you. thank you.

“sweetheart, you’ve, uh… you’ve got a little somethin’ just there…”

“here?”

“a little higher, to the left - no, no, your left - let me just-”

he licks his thumb and strokes it over your cheek, wiping away the stickiness as your lips pull into a very familiar smirk. christ, he knows that look, knows what it means when you run your tongue over your teeth, eyebrow cocked and head tilted to the right - it usually means that whatever you’re about to say probably isn’t fit for polite company.

“it’s not fair - how come i always get it all over my face?”

damn that mouth of yours - even when he knows it’s coming, you still get him blushing up a storm. “not my fault you’re such a messy eater, sweetheart. maybe i oughta have you wearin’ an apron next time.”

you smack lightly him in the arm with the wooden spoon, laughing at his mock-outraged expression as you go back to your cake batter. “go and get me one then, lover boy. it’s weird to hear you telling me to put on clothes, though.”

he… yeah, he doesn’t really have a comeback to that.

the two of you have been in the kitchen all morning, putting together the desserts for david’s birthday party this afternoon. it’s pretty fucking warm today, early summer and all, so you’ve got all the windows open and the fan going full blast to try and balance out the heat from the oven. both of you are sweating from the humidity, so he’s can’t really be surprised you’d forgone the apron for a little while.

david always insists that he doesn’t want anything for his birthday, but the rest of the pack - as happens every year, and’ll probably happen until the end of time - has other ideas. about a month ago, his mate had sent him off on some errand or other and got straight on a video call with you, sam, and ash’s mate to get something together.

(he still can’t figure out how the four of you seem to read each other’s minds, ‘cause the lot of you can be fucking terrifying when you’re on a mission. if he’s honest, he’s still not recovered from that goddamn prank with the door, and he knows that ash has lived in permanent fear of sam’s overhand serve ever since his mate had made the dubiously-successful suggestion of late-night tennis. it’s got to be something to do with this secretive “mates’ group chat” he’s heard legends of…)

(it gets a little more complicated when you’ve got to get the actual wolves involved, but david’s mate is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to organising shit. jesus, it’s like they’re the alpha, sometimes, and you’ve told him that you’ve met superiors at DUMP that are less intimidating. it’s no bad thing - that’s what you need when you’re dealing with a crack team like the one right here.)

(well, maybe less of a crack team, and more of a team on crack, but that’s what you get for trying to get him and ash to actually stop bickering and decide on a playlist or whatever.)

in any case, the pair of you have been put in charge of desserts for today - well, nobody was going to have ash go anywhere near anything that needed to be edible, and sam had declined politely, saying something about how “unless david’s developed a taste for O negative, i might not be too much help in the caterin’ department”. fair enough.

it doesn’t help that basically the whole pack is coming, and wolves aren’t exactly known for their, uh, delicate eating habits. you’re going to need a lot of food, and as if that wasn’t enough, you’re going to have to impress david fucking shaw. looks like the fridge is going to be working overtime in this weather, huh?

you’d taken it as a challenge, which meant that yesterday evening had been dedicated to all of the shit that needed to set overnight: tiramisu, cheesecake, chocolate tart, caramel shortbread… he doesn’t know how the hell you managed to balance it all in the fridge, but he’s not touching it, not a chance.

(it’s got to the point where he had to ask you to grab him another can of soda off the shelf because he wasn’t looking to accidentally knock something over - you’d thought it was funny, but he’d been dead serious! that new flavour you bought - the ones in the pink cans? - is really good, especially in this heat, but it’s not worth a dessert catastrophe, alright?)

(he’s especially not going near the trifle on the middle shelf - it looks pretty freaking impressive, what with all the layers and shit, but he doesn’t need you mad at him for swiping one of the raspberries off the top.)

(he remembers you making it last time, when his ma’d come over for lunch at the weekend, and you’d damn near kicked his shit in for accidentally trying to put the custard in before the cream. let’s just say he’d got the message loud and clear - he doesn’t get in the way when you make trifle any more.)

this morning’s endeavours have got you two dashing about trying to get the last few desserts finished, in a flurry of buttercream and baking powder. neither of you could remember whether david likes chocolate or vanilla more, and his mate’s not picking up, so you’d just made both - the victoria sponge is cooling on the rack over by the microwave, and the chocolate cake’s just come out of the oven.

fuck, it’s hot in here today.

the morning is almost unbearably humid, sun beating down outside between a few, sparse clouds. looks like you’re both going to need a shower before you go, as if there wasn’t enough to do. his shirt’s unbuttoned, sleeves pushed up to the elbows and collar hanging open, and he’d be tempted to take it off entirely if he didn’t know that when he does that, you almost always end up late.

you’ve got all of the ingredients for cream puffs (at least, he thinks that’s what they’ll be? you’d rattled off some fancy name, and he’d just kind of nodded and gone back to his strawberry mousse) laid out on the counter, while he slices up some kiwi for the fruit salad.

he’s not bad at cooking, by any means, but you’re the pro when it comes to desserts - he’s really just your sous chef today, and the system seems to be working pretty well.

(hey, it’s not like he minds you bossing him around a bit. he certainly hasn’t been complaining about the view today, seeing as the warm weather’s got you wearing a little less than normal.. and christ, when you do that thing where you grab him by the hips to move him out of the way? you know exactly what that does to him, you little minx.)

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174 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

in the style of @yetdevout

214 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

fizzing hot day!

or: he feels like seawater, drying on soft skin.

gn!reader, no content warnings, unless you count shirtless simeon (which, let's face it, we probably should). oh simeon, my sweet and tragic beloved. is this an established relationship? you’re looking at me like i have any idea. inspired by MIKA’s ‘sanremo’ and ‘tiny love’ - strongly suggest listening to those as you read! i am convinced that late afternoon on the beach in the sun is a different world altogether. simeon discovering what beach days are for in just over 1100 words.

it’s a beautiful summer’s day today, and you’ve decided to go to the beach.

you’ve been here before, so you know roughly which parts of the waterfront to head for and which to avoid. luckily, there’s only a handful of other people here today - no families with noisy children, or big get-togethers with loud music, or holidaymakers dragging huge umbrellas across the sand only to inevitably sit right in front of you.

just the occasional few people, scattered across the beach, peacefully soaking up the sun and the breeze and the quiet.

“so, how exactly does this work again?”

you get the feeling that simeon still doesn’t quite understand the purpose of sunscreen.

“but humans need sunlight to live, surely. when we’re in the devildom, you and solomon have to eat those… the little yellow marble things in the jar? why do you have to protect yourself from the sun when you eat your sunlight pills every day anyway?”

or, apparently, what your vitamin d supplements are.

(you explain it to him every time - you know by now that it doesn't work, but his concentrating-face is so adorable that you do it anyway. his big blue eyes go all wide and earnest, his lips part just slightly, and your heart goes all fluttery, every time.)

it doesn't matter. you take the bottle from his hand and squeeze a good amount into your palm. time to get to work.

"but d-aaah…"

his body is smooth and pliant under your hands, muscles relaxing into your firm touch as you rub the sunscreen into his back. you work over the crest of his shoulder blades and down to the small of his back, watching the soft, rich shimmer of his skin under the summer sun. the breeze is cool and gentle as it washes over you.

he stretches out on the sand underneath you like a cat, lithe and lean, and all of a sudden you suspect that he won't protest the next time you offer to put sunscreen on him.

"well, if you - mmm - put it that way, i can see why humans - hahhh - why humans bother with all of this."

exactly.

it takes a little while to get yourselves sorted, considering how distracting simeon's general state of undress is, but before long you're both settled under the umbrella. it's too heavy for you to normally bother bringing it, but it turns out that simeon's angelic strength is good for more than just opening jars and manhandling solomon away from the oven - who knew? it's a good thing too, what with the way the sunlight beats down over the sand, shattering over the waves.

for a little while, the world is quiet.

just you and him. the smell of salt, the crunch of sand, the rush of water. the sky is a rich and endless blue.

you open your eyes. you're not sure when you closed them, but when you turn your head, the distant shapes of seagulls twist and scatter in the sky. from here, the water looks cool and inviting - perhaps it'll be nice to go and dip your toes in.

“mmm, that sounds good. here, let me help you up, love.”

the sand scrapes pleasantly between your toes as you walk towards the water, fingers entwined with simeon's. as you get closer, an idea pops into your head - does simeon know how cold the water is the first time? you start to run, laughing, pulling him by the hand as he stumbles along, damp sprays of sand kicking up behind you both as the balls of your feet leave clumsy divots behind you.

simeon’s laughing too now, eyes scrunched up into happy half-moons as the water comes rushing up to meet you, still running full-tilt into the surf as you brace yourself for the inevitable-

“mc, d-hahhhh!”

yep, after an hour or two spent lying under the warm sun, the water is just as coldcoldcold as you’d predicted - and, if the way that he’s clinging to your waist and shaking his head frantically in protest is any indication, much colder than simeon had been expecting.

“you’re - hahh - mc, you’re so mean to me!”

he smiles playfully into your hair as he says it, and as you chase away the goosebumps across his back with your palms, it sounds like“i love you”.

you don’t let go of each other, but somehow you drift a little further into the water until you’re up to your waist - the temperature gradually gets a little more bearable, but you still shiver into him every time a cold current sweeps past. he doesn’t seem to mind.

you don’t say anything. your mouth is too full of clouds, soft and airy and light. the seagulls cartwheel across the endless blue above you, and you think that simeon’s is too.

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218 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

SWEET TALK

or: you’ll always be his favourite flavour.

an apology - this is written in american english, which i do not speak, for a character with a very strong regional accent, which i do not know very well! readers are encouraged to please raise cringe shields to maximum as a precaution. gn!reader, all fluff all day, no content warnings. thank you to the lovely @virtualizated for science support - have a tube of smarties on me! did you know that M&M’s are from new jersey? inspired by ‘my baby just cares for me’ by nina simone, which you should definitely listen to while reading this. milo finding out what love means in 1800 words or less.

(for context - "sweethearts" are a type of small, brightly-coloured confection sold in america that are made of chewy wafer stuff and have short, lovey-dovey phrases printed on them. we have an equivalent in the uk, called "love hearts", which (unlike the american version) are made of sherbert.)

“hey, sweetheart. you got a minute to talk?”

it shouldn’t be as hard as it is to get the sentence out.

it’s not like he doesn’t want to talk to you, and he never gets tired of talking to you - hell, he’d listen to your voice all day and all night if you let him - or anything like that. it’s just that this is about something kind of important, and he really doesn’t want to screw this up.

he fishes another candy out of the box and pops it clumsily in his mouth. this one is purple, and it says BE MINE.

he’s always had something of a sweet tooth. can you really blame him? david used to get on his case about always having some kind of candy in his schoolbag when they were kids, but by now the rest of the pack knows it’s just the way he is.

it works out pretty well - he’s always got something for when the kids (and ash) get restless at long pack meetings, and he knows it makes david smile just a bit whenever he sees the half-open packet of M&M’s on the counter.

(he still remembers the look on ash’s face when he’d first overheard him calling you ‘sweetheart’ - he’d had to tackle him over the side of the couch to stop him from telling you exactly what his favourite candy was.)

(you’d thought it was just their usual antics and gone into the kitchen to get some water, while he’d been busy telling ash to shut his goddamn mouth before he could embarrass him any more in front of you. yeah, so you make him all soft and gooey when he looks at you, but that doesn’t mean he needs the whole freaking pack to know why he calls you that!)

your work phone rings just as you’re walking over - both of you know that that ringtone means it’s important. you smile sheepishly at him as you rummage through your bag, but he doesn’t mind. it’s just an occupational hazard of dating the best, most gorgeous, intelligent, hardworking investigator in all of dahlia.

you kiss his cheek on your way out to the living room, and he blows you a kiss of his own as you disappear down the hall. you’re cute.

he slumps backwards onto the bed, legs hanging off the side, and takes a deep breath. the light above his head makes him squint up at the ceiling as he reaches for another candy. your voice, echoing from the living room, the lingering heat of your lips on his skin - god, how did he get so lucky? he thinks about you (as he always does), as he chews on FOR EVER.

it must have been, what, the thousandth date? millionth? he’s never been one to leave his sweetheart lonely. he likes to say that your little encounter with that shade was your first date, but you always argue that it was actually a few days later, when he showed up on your doorstep with a bunch of flowers, cotton candy pink, and his ma’s yelling still ringing in his ears. what a couple of romantics, huh?

(god, she’d been beside herself with worry when he’d turned up at her place. he’d staggered back from your apartment in a daze - mostly from your kisses but a little bit from blood loss - and realised that he’d have to bite the bullet and let her finish up the healing you’d started. he’d managed to play it off as a souvenir from work, but since when had that ever stopped his ma from telling him exactly what she thought about it?)

(she loves you though - always inviting you over, telling you stories about what a handful he’d been as a kid, sending you home with enough leftovers to feed the whole damn pack twice over.)

(he’s half convinced she thinks you’re far too good for him, and she’s probably right, but it never stops her from giving him that look when she catches him staring at your lips like a goddamn fool, or pulling your chair out for you at dinner all fancy-like. it’s not his fault you deserve the world on a silver fucking platter, and if he wants to treat you like royalty, then he damn well ought to do it right!)

he’d made sure to take you on all of those classic dates you like - the park, the movies, the arcade, the theatre, the ice rink (god, that one had really been embarrassing), all that sort of rom-com type shit that makes him look like the most lovesick idiot on the planet. this one had been in the summer, august-time or something, a saturday in the middle of the heatwave.

you’d called and said you’d take him out for ice cream at that sundae place downtown, and he remembers the way, after you’d hung up, that he’d screamed into his pillow over how goddamn sweet you’d sounded on the phone, calling him up out of the blue like that.

(of course - he forgets sometimes that you ever used to live somewhere else. he’d asked you to move in with him about two months before and you’d said yes, but you’d had until october left on your lease, so you were waiting until then to properly move out.)

you’d turned up at his door an hour later, looking like a million dollars even in the blazing california heat, and oh, the way your whole face had brightened up when you saw him? he could have died a happy man right then and there.

the ice cream parlour had been busy, but you’d grabbed a booth by the window and told him to go up and order for you - you’d reeled off a list of toppings as long as your arm and beamed up at him, and he’d blinked, nodded, and wandered off towards the counter in some sort of love-drunk haze, still replaying the way your eyes had softened and sparkled when he’d held the door open for you a minute ago.

(he’s not sure how, but he’d actually got all the toppings you’d wanted correct - even the extra wafer in the top and the two different flavours of ice cream. the girl at the register had looked at him like he was crazy, but it had been worth it to see the look on your face when it had arrived in front of you. it’s his favourite photo in the world.)

(he’d only asked for one extra kind of candy on his. he remembers you laughing when you noticed, when the waitress who brought them had recited the order back to him, you want me in your mouth that badly, milo greer? and god, he had, but he wasn’t about to admit that to the whole damn room - he’d just stuck his tongue out at you playfully and jammed a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth to stop him saying something stupid.)

spoon in hand, you’d been in the middle of a story about the department handler guy two cubicles down from you - something about glitter gel pens and a restraining order? - when he’d felt it.

there’s a word on his tongue. he rolls it around his mouth, feels it clinking off his teeth and melting all sweet and sticky. KISS ME is written backwards on the inside of his cheek, but that’s not the word he’s thinking of.

his mouth is full of words - ALWAYS, ME & YOU, ONLY YOU - and that’s nothing new, not when it comes to you, but this one tastes different. he knows why.

the rest of the date had been good, despite the crushing heat outside. he’d walked you home and kissed you senseless on your doorstep - you won’t admit it, but his shifter hearing isn’t just for decoration, so he knows he heard your cursing as your legs gave out once you shut the door. he’d gone home with a word in his mouth, tucked behind his teeth, and he’d wondered if you’d been able to taste it on his lips.

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no thoughts only vincent, lovely, and darlin' INSISTING that "sam" is short for "sandwich" - vincent started it and now the three of them all have him saved as "sandwich collins 🤠" in their contacts

lovely, shouting up the stairs: we're going to be late! sam, come on!

darlin', trying not to laugh: sandwich collins, you get down here this instant!

sam, head in hands: for the last GODDAMN TIME-

will, across the room, thoroughly bemused: now now, sandwich, i won't have such language under my roof.

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Weekend Top Ten #629

Top Ten Actors Who Could Play James Bond (2024 Edition)

Dum-dada-dum-da-da-da, dum-dada-dum-da-da-da, DA-DA, da-da-dum. Yes, it’s that time again; time to needlessly speculate without any provocation about the casting of an iconic role.

This particular bout of “who will it be” is, of course, prompted by reports that erstwhile Quicksilver and future Kraven Aaron Taylor-Johnson has been offered the role of James Bond. Now, it’s fair to say that this remains a rumour; indeed, if I was a betting man, the very fact that this rumour has come out suggests to me that it isn’t, in fact, true. But it’s still got me thinking about who could be Bond; after all, the gap between the last film, 2021’s No Time to Die is ever-growing, and they usually like to be pretty speedy about these things.

Daniel Craig’s tenure as Bond is somewhat ridiculous, because even though at five films he’s not the most prolific in the role (behind both Connery and Moore), he was technically in the role for a whopping fifteen years. So long, in fact, that when Spectre came out, I actually did a list speculating who could replace him, and even that was nine years ago.

Anyway, we’re at it again; who could play Bond? And that’s what this list is all about, if you haven’t guessed. As usual, I’ve come up with some Rules, because that’s what separates us from the animals. First of all, these actors have to be British. Or Irish. Or maybe, at a push, Australian. Well, they have to be from the Commonwealth, at least. No Americans – that’s the takeaway. No Americans. Secondly, I have decided that they should be under forty. No offence to ancient people, especially the hideously decrepit 42-year-olds; but after Craig spent so long playing a variation on Old Man Bond, I think we should focus on a sprightly young chap. Presumably they’re going to be in this role for, what, six years? Ten? So I think it’d be best to plump for someone in their thirties, better to avoid Moore-style stunt-person-itis in their later films. I mean, look at Chris Hemsworth; it feels like he’s been Thor for a million years, but he’s only just turned forty. Maybe he really is Asgardian. Finally, I’ve picked all blokes. Why? Well, as much as I’m in favour of gender-neutral casting – or outright gender-swapping (if you’re gonna remake Highlander, Karen Gillan is right there) – I do feel that James Bond is, well, a bloke. The line between it not being a big deal or even positive to fuss about with a character’s gender is as blurry as the concept of gender itself, but I just feel like James Bond is a bloke.

That’s it. Now pay attention, 007…

Kingsley Ben-Adir: possibly the oldest actor here, but easily one of the most charismatic. He can be intense and brooding, with serious dramatic roles under his belt; but he’s also done more action-y stuff, big Hollywood stuff, and been a romantic lead. And he’s a Ken. Come on! He danced at the Oscars! Plus he had to be in Secret Invasion, he could do with a break.

Regé-Jean Page: he’s got the suave part down better than anyone (Bridgerton), he can do commanding and authoritative (Dungeons and Dragons), he’s even dabbled in action with The Gray Man. He’s done his bit in the Brit TV coal mines and has proven his acting chops. Look, just picture him in a tux with a martini. He’d rock it, shaken or stirred.

Henry Golding: absolutely nails it in the looks-good-in-formal-wear stakes. He’s tall, he’s attractive, he’s done his share of romances. And he kicks ass like the best of them; of all the guys on this list, he’s probably the closest to being a proper flat-out action star. And if you were hoping Bond was a Henry Cavill type, he’s the best of the bunch.

Dev Patel: the first three guys are broadly similar, in that they ooze traditional suavity. Patel, I think, possesses a looser, fuzzier air; think of the out-of-place charm he brings to the likes of Slumdog or Best Exotic. He’s so naturally charming, you’ll always root for him; but he can really bring the edge, the darkness, the rage. From the looks of Monkey Man, he can bring the thunder too.

Robert Pattinson: tall, lantern-jawed, traditionally gorgeous, with immaculate hair. He’s a superb actor, he can wear the hell out of a suit, he can be funny if he needs to be, he’s not afraid to puncture his own aura, and he’s cool in a Vintage Brad Pitt kind of way. However: can a person be both Batman and Bond?

John Boyega: arguably a bit shorter and scrappier than the other actors on this list, Boyega nevertheless is both a tremendous actor and a ball of screen-incinerating charisma. The Force Awakens really showed how, when put to good use, he can charm anyone off the screen – even, just about, Harrison Ford. I’m not really sure he’d want to be Bond, mind, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask.

Connor Swindells: possibly one of the lesser-known names on the list, and also one of the youngest; he’s part of the ensemble of Sex Education, where he’s very good indeed. He’s also a big, broad, square-jawed fella with a look of John Cena about him; he’d definitely convince as a buff, tough Bond. But he can do sweet and vulnerable incredibly well.

Will Poulter: like Daniel Craig, he probably wouldn’t be everyone’s first thought when it came to Bond; but like Craig, he’s got depths and charm galore. He can be supremely likeable very easily, but also play layers of depth and darkness. And I don’t know if you’ve seen him lately, but he’s hench now. If he’s not Bond, they really need to give him an Adam Warlock solo movie.

Paul Mescal: Mr. Flavour-of-the-Month, he’s the hot new star on the rise. He’s young, good-looking, charismatic; he has a glint in his eye, oodles of charisma. He’s about to star in the sequel to Gladiator, when he’s sure to look ripped with his shirt off and garner even more fans. In fact, it’s quite likely that he’s so hot right now, that there’s no way he’d do Bond. But he’d be good at it.

Nicholas Hoult: what can’t he do? Everyone’s favourite War Boy has the tall, lithe physique, plus a playful, flirtatious sense of humour that makes him convincing as a romantic lead. He made being a zombie sexy, for flip’s sake. And he can do the action stuff. In short, he’d be terrific, but he’s probably going to be too busy terrorising Superman for the foreseeable.

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Release: July 30, 2021

Lyrics:

You're just like my favorite song going 'round and 'round my head

Like my favorite song going 'round and 'round my head

Five days on the freeway

Riding shotgun with you (yeah, yeah)

Two hearts in the fast lane

We had big dreams in blue (yeah, yeah)

Playing Sweet Child O' Mine

And I still feel that line

Where are you now?

Hey, it's been too long

Too long to go, my love

Where did we go wrong?

Too late to turn around

Where are you now?

Hey, it's been too long

You're just like my favorite song going 'round and 'round my head

Like my favorite song going 'round and 'round my head

You're just like my favorite song going 'round and 'round my head

Like my favorite song going 'round and 'round my head

Some days I can feel it

But the feeling ain't all blue

You got me believing

One day you gotta come through

Lost in these city lights

'Cause I can't sleep tonight

Where are you now?

Hey, it's been too long

Too long to go, my love

Where did we go wrong?

Too late to turn around

Where are you now?

Hey, it's been too long

You're just like my favorite song going 'round and 'round my head

Like my favorite song going 'round and 'round my head

You're just like my favorite song going 'round and 'round my head

Like my favorite song going 'round and 'round my head

Where are you now?

Songwriter:

Dag Daniel Osmund Lundberg / Felix Safran De Laet / Joacim Bo Persson / Michael Patrick Kelly / Sebastian Arman

SongFacts:

"Where Are You Now" is a song by Belgian DJ Lost Frequencies and English singer Calum Scott. It was released on July 30, 2021 via Epic. The song was written by Dag Lundberg, Joacim Bo Persson, Michael Patrick Kelly, Sebastian Arman and Lost Frequencies, who also produced it. It was nominated for Best International Song at the 2023 Brit Awards.

The song is written in the key of F♯ minor and has a tempo of 121 beats per minute.

Commercially, the song reached number one in Ireland, Poland, Hungary and Slovakia, as well as the top 10 in Australia, Austria, Belgium, the Czech Republic, Denmark, Germany, Lithuania, the Netherlands, Norway, Russia, Sweden and Switzerland. It reached number three on the UK Singles Chart, becoming Lost Frequencies' highest-charting single since "Are You with Me" (2015). It remained at number 1 on the UK dance singles and album charts for nineteen weeks. As of May 19, 2022, "Where Are You Now" has been in the German dance singles charts for a total of 38 weeks, including two separate stays at number one, including seven weeks at the top in October and November 2021, before returning returns to the top spot in February 2022, where it remained for fifteen weeks.

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2022 Haylor Timeline

Timeline Tag, or years 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 and 2024.

3-14 January - Harry in LA, drunk on New Years Eve with James Corden's son, Looking exceptional with Jeff played golf on the 14th

5 February - Taylor seen for the first time in 3 months, in Brooklyn New York with Andrea and Scott. Last time seen was November 2021.

8 February - Joe told deadline "I think people can do what they want and makes them happy. I’m obviously happy in a monogamous relationship, But I think one of the interesting things about Sally’s writings and what she explores is happiness, love, desire, and intimacy outside of those constructs that we create for ourselves" ..... ..... ..... OK.

24 February - Harry filmed As it was MV

15 March - Harry and OW seen walking in London

27 March - Joe and Taylors last proper public appearance was an Oscars pre party, they skipped the red carpet and looked uncomfortable.

1 April - As it Was song and MV released, starts a 10 week run at #1

4 April - Taylor skipped the Grammy's although was nominated for Album of the Year for Evermore. Rumour Harry shut OW out of meeting

15 April - Harry's first night at Coachella, Harry performs Coachella and releases Boyfriends with "to boyfriend's everywhere f*** you" and an angry expression. Then performs 'Still the One' and Feel like a Woman with Shania Twain. Harry looks emotional. Shania later said to Zane Lowe that Harry really wanted Shania there for the first weekend. She also said they exchanged numbers after Harry asked her to call Anne on her birthday, Shania told a similar story to Colbert adding it was was Harry was coming up and she saw him perform in New York.

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19 April - Drake shared a photo of Taylor captioned ""They too soft to understand the meaning of hard work" Joe appears in Elle campaign with Alison Oliver for CWF, photographed at Taylor’s London home where they also throw a party. Taylor’s Brit award visible in the background of the party. Video later emerges of Joe saying her name “Alison” in a sex scene in CWF, unclear when filmed. Elle’s interview with the Conversations with Friends cast is released, and when Joe is “asked if he hopes to continue writing songs, Alwyn simply says, “It’s not a plan of mine, no.”

20 April - unreleased Harry and 1D songs leaked demos of Trouble, Hunger, Lay Down, Already Home and Without You. Studio versions of Complicated Freak, Baby Honey, Anna and Medicine. Joe: "If I had a pound for every time I think I've been told I've been engaged, then I'd have a lot of pound coins," also WB to WSJ

22 April - after performing boyfriends Harry goes to say something in the microphone but doesn’t. He starts cherry instead. OW, James, Jeff and Xander are there.

26 April - Harry better homes and gardens. On 28th pleasing shares “never gonna dance” daisy photo

27 April - Olivia Wilde served custody papers on stage in LA, in the middle of her CinemaCon speech. Harry was in LA but not seen

5 May - Harry's Zane Lowe Interview on Harry's House. Rumour Harry making out with someone other than OW

11 May - end of Daylight music video filming, although not released until July 2023. Olivia tattoo visible. Taylor stopped liking Joes IG posts 11 May.

15 May - CWF release with Joe saying co-stars name in sex scene at 11:55 of episode 3, then F-characters name at 12:10.

18 May - Taylor receives an honorary doctorate from NYU. In her speech she smiled at a particular part of the audience when she referenced friends and family (6 mins), but Joe was at a Rising Hollywood party in LA. Taylor stays in NY. Harry on Stern in NY.

19 May - Joe's went on Kelly Clarkson to talk about William Bowery and paused, blinked and looked away. Rumour Joe acting single and letting women think available.

20 May - Harry's House Released

21 May - Harry's One Night Only launch concert filmed for Apple Music of Harry's house at UBS arena NY, all tickets were $25! Kissed heart in Satellite

29 May - LK wished he could rearrange days

4 June - Olivia shared photo with Harry’s pink stairs

11 June - Taylor premiers All to Well at the Tribeca film festival. Joe was there. Seen having dinner in NY with someone.

11 June - 22 July - Harry's European dates, often London between.

26 June - first heart kiss in months, keeps it up till October

2 July - Taylor in LA

13 July - Taylor and Joe seen walking in London

20 August - 21 September - Harry MSG Residency in NY

23 August - Taylor in NY

26 August - Video of OW saying "this might be a wakeup call for Miss Flo" to Shia leaks. Shia said he was fired from DWD.

28 August - Midnights announced at VMAs. Harry is in NY, playing MSG and also wears blue star outfit that matches Taylor’s VMA after party outfit. Joe came to after party then ran out.

5 September, Don't worry darling premiere. Harry seems to be avoiding Olivia

7 September - 30 October - Peace Ring worn again at LOT shows.

9 September - Taylor at TIFF Toronto

16 September - LK tweets "Sweet Reunion. I feel like the child you first met me as."

21 September - Harry finished a historic 15 night run at MSG. played ever since New York at MSG, the only time since 2018. Rumour Joe texting other people.

16 October - Taylor in NY, Bejeweled music video with “exile ends” clock and Easter eggs galore.

21 October - Midnights Released. Joe and Taylor pap walk in NY. Harry and OW look unhappy at concert. Taylor IG post about midnights where she says she and Jack wrote a lot while Margaret and Joe were in Panama.

23 October - 15 November - Harry residency at Kia Forum LA, Peace Ring worn up to 30 October.

26 October - Taylor performs Exile with the National at their concert in London. The Alcott maybe written about then, was announced 19 Jan with complete album art

27 October - Taylor on Graham Norton in London. She mentions the Nashville Rubber Duck race which is referred to in Scott Swifts court case emails that resurface in December 2023. Bono claps and looks so proud while she talks about the rerecords. Last time seen till 2023.

1 November - Eras Tour announced

4 November - Taylor promotes Hits Different with this video

6 November - three of Harry's shows postponed due to Flu.

14 November - Kendall at Love on Tour, no setlist change.

15 November - Olivia at LOT show with kids. LK Loves someone like never before. Last LOT date of year.

18 November - Harry appears in photo for Pleasing christmas line

19 November - Harry shopping for a Ferrari

22 November - Olivia and Harry split reported.

15 December - Joe Alwyn’s actors on actors released in first question is where he outs the Tortured Man Club WhatsApp group chat

23 December - Harry driving in LA

December - 5 second video of Joe and Taylor Tolerating it at dinner in New Orleans. Taylor left with her arms crossed.

Continue to 2023

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