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lixzey · 4 months

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The Unknown Number

A/N: ignore the time stamps 😆 i know, i know, but it's literally 2am when i edited this and i can't edit the time 😔

warnings: none? just that reader is italian and a lil bit of peach dissing [if you know, you know]

You were bored.

You were sitting alone in your hotel room, plans foiled by a stormy day, waiting for some miracle to happen. You were supposed to enjoy a beautiful day in New York; you had just arrived last night from Italy for a three-week vacation in America. You have planned this trip for so long. Originally, your best friend Hailey was supposed to come along, but her family needed to go to Germany to visit her sick grandmother. Hailey had urged you to go on with the trip, practically forcing you to go to the airport and live your dream—the American dream you've been dreaming of since you were a little girl—and just enjoy, even without her.

You agreed, of course. You've been dreaming of coming to New York ever since you were eight; you weren't going to pass off the opportunity to fly to the place where your mother came from. Your mother left when you were eight—she died of cancer. As a little girl, you'd listen excitedly when your mother told you stories about her hometown. She painted such a vivid picture of New York City that you felt like you knew it like the back of your hand, even though you'd never been there. And now, here you were, sitting in a hotel room with nothing to do.

As you stared out the rain-streaked window, you sighed, feeling sorry for yourself and wishing Hailey was there with you. This was not how you had envisioned starting your vacation in the big city. You had been looking forward to exploring Central Park, visiting museums, and trying out all the famous New York food with Hailey. It just wasn’t the same without her.

You took a deep breath, grabbing your phone from the nightstand beside you and deciding to scroll on Instagram to ease your boredom. As you mindlessly scrolled through your feed, something caught your eye—an advertisement for Wonka.

“Oh, I almost forgot about this,” you muttered to yourself, tapping twice on the post.

You have been a fan of Timothée Chalamet for less than a year. Hailey had been the one who introduced you to the young actor, and to your surprise, you were the same age as him. The first movie of his you’ve ever watched was Little Women, and you've loved him ever since.

You've been obsessing over his films like Dune and The King, loving every shot of him and admiring his beauty and talent. When you watched the trailer for Wonka, it was surreal to see him in such an unserious manner. Singing and dreaming about chocolate in his infamous purple coat.

Continuing to scroll down your feed, you began seeing more of him, fan interactions, the red carpet, and movie promos. God, he's beautiful, you thought, moving to screenshot every photo you scrolled by. Mindlessly switching to Tiktok, where you see numerous edits of Tim on his premieres looking absolutely stunning in his colorful suits, left you imagining what else would be peeking under his jacket.

“Is there anything you won't do for fashion?”

“Oh man, yeah, do it for the fashion.”

I’d do anything for you, all for you. You thought as you kept on scrolling some more to see character edits, ship edits—which you hated—thrist edits, and so much more that you couldn’t save anymore because you were running low on storage.

You sighed, closing the app, tossing your phone to the side, and plopping on the bed. This isn’t the American dream. You were supposed to be out, exploring New York, getting a sense of nostalgia from all of the stories your mother had told you years ago. But no, you were stuck in a hotel, scrolling through all of your social media feeds. God knows how many times you’ve scrolled through instagram and tiktok. You should be walking down Fifth Avenue, shopping and taking in the sights, eating hotdogs and pizzas as you walk through Central Park—maybe even running into a celebrity, hopefully Timothée Chalamet—not just stuck inside your hotel room moping.

What I’d give to have a moment with Timmy.

Personally, you’d give the whole world just one minute with him. But you can’t help but wonder: What would any of Timmy’s fans give to just have one moment with him? Probably the same as you, but every person is different.

You grabbed your phone again, opening Instagram. As soon as the app opened, Timothée’s newest post greeted you.

He looked so effortlessly handsome, and it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazy. You wished to be in Kylie Jenner’s place, but you could never be her. You’re just this plain girl that he would never even take a second glance at. You didn’t have a famous family, you didn’t have tons of fans, you didn’t have a successful makeup brand, and it’s sure as hell that you didn’t have a model body and a perfect face. You’re just a normal Italian girl with flaws. You had a belly, stretch marks, dark bags under your eyes from staying up late, cellulite, big arms, and acne scars from your youth. You were far from the girls he’d ever want. But you still love him nonetheless, even if you could only love him from afar.

Tapping on his profile, you clicked on the message button. It was the only thing you could do—message him every once in a while. You wondered how many girls would freak out if Timothée Chalamet messaged them. It was a long shot, but if it ever happened to you, it was sure as fuck that you’d be either crying of happiness or faint. There’s no in-between, honestly.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head.

Text random numbers and pretend to be Timothée Chalamet.

It was a bad idea, sure, but when have you ever thought before doing shit? It’s only some harmless fun, right? You knew if you asked Hailey, she’d support you; no questions asked. So, there isn’t anyone else who’d tell you it’s a bad idea.

You opened your IMessage app, deciding to go with your stupid idea.

“Here goes nothing.” you muttered, typing in the number Hailey gave.

You laid on your stomach, typing in a random greeting message, stifling your laughter before tapping the send button. “Sent.”

You couldn't stop laughing, you were honestly enjoying this even though it was wrong to catfish people. You were bored, this was the only thing that gave you smiles as the storm outside raged on.

You tried to stop laughing so you could type in a message for your next prank victim, failing miserably. You tossed your phone to the side, clutching your stomach as you let all of your laughter out of your body. It was absolutely funny to see people’s reactions, knowing all too well that you aren’t the real Timothée, and just riding along with your shit.

After a few minutes of laughing, you finally regained your composure. “Alright, onto the next.”

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iluvshinytwink · 11 months

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You Know It - Jude Bellingham

"Give me one more kiss before the boys arrive. But we'll be back before you know it !"

Synopsis: In which you give Jude one last kiss before he boards a plane to his match. :)

Now Playing . . . You Know It by Colony House

a/n: i failed my exam but i PASSED MY QUIZ. RWAGGGHHH IM CRACKED 🔥🔥🔥 i also fucked up the lyrics so it would make more sense hope u guys dont mind that LMAOAO

It wasn't rare that Jude had to go away from Germany to participate in matches, this was just one of the few times where you were forced to say goodbye to him.

Jude was extra smiley on the drive there. A big grin wrapped his face and his eyes glistened with joy and excitement.

Jude was looking out the window, admiring the clouds that you drove by, one airpod was tucked in his ear and the other was in his pocket. Jude tried to suppress his smile but he was ever so excited.

You noticed your smiley, giddy boyfriend instantaneously and you couldn't help but smile too.

"Why are you so smiley, baby?" you asked, grinning. Jude's head turned to you. "I don't know." Jude shrugged. "Maybe I'm just happy you're seeing me off." he added, lacing his fingers with yours. "Cringe." you moaned.

Jude cocks his head back in laughter. "It'll be those cringey romcom movies. The male lead chases the female lead in an airport to express his undying love to her after leaving his wife." Jude explained. You looked over to your boyfriend with a look mixed with confusion yet admiration. "When I put on those movies, I didn't expect you to actually watch them." you chuckled, tightening your grip on your boyfriend's hand.

"Oh, I do watch. You fall asleep 20 minutes in." Jude smugly smiled at you. You rolled your eyes, remembering the many movie nights you had with Jude which usually started with you sleeping and ended with Jude sleeping and you watching another movie.

As you parked at the airport, Jude gets out with enthusiasm. You follow shortly.

Jude was practically fidgeting with excitement, he was quite literally bouncing like he'd jump into the stratosphere.

Jude quickly took your hand to his, you felt his cold fingers hug your warm ones once more.

Jude looked at you with a smile, you could practically hear his beating heart.

The two of you entered the airport and made your way to Jude's gate where a private plane along with the other players awaited him.

"Are we late?" you chuckled, seeing Jude's teammates already boarding the plane.

"Jude, I thought your flight started at 11:00." you said, checking your watch. "I lied." Jude giggles, looking over to you like a child.

"Why would you lie?" you said, looking up from your watch, confused.

"Give me one last kiss." Jude whispered underneath his breath, you barely heard it. You were finding the words to say other than blabbing out flustered and confused sounds.

Jude's hand untangles itself from yours as he faced you properly.

"Jude Bellingham!" the flight attended had called. "Come on, baby. They're waiting for me." Jude hummed. You blinked and before you knew it you were face to face with your boyfriend as he looked at you tenderly and softly. You felt a blush wipe your cheeks.

Jude looks away from you for a second, at the gate was Giovanni Reyna and Karim Adayemi, his friends waiting for him.

Jude looked back, but not fast enough because your lips had quickly found his.

Jude's eyes widened and his heart fluttered out of his chest.

After a few seconds, you pull away. Jude stood there, bewildered.

You chuckled at your boyfriend's expression as you glance at the gate where Karim and Gio were fakely throwing up. You laughed.

"Now go!" you said, patting his side as he finally snapped into reality.

Jude's eyes blinked and his body flinched. A big smile wrapped his lips.

Jude quickly jogs to the receptionist. "Stay safe!" you shouted. "We will!" Giovanni shouts as Karim laughs.

"I'll be back before you know it!" Jude finally says before he gets shoved into the gate by Karim and Gio.

"That was so cringe." Giovanni groaned, continuing to push his friend into the gate.

Jude tried his best to look at you, ignoring the two grown men trying to push him. Jude waved goodbye at you which looked like he was flailing his arms for help.

You laugh as you wave goodbye too.

"I told you he watches rom coms." Karim says to Gio.

#iluvshinytwink #imsoslaying #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagines #delulu hours exe

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shewhoworshipscarlin · 2 months

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Olga (Ollie) Burgoyne

Olga “Ollie” Burgoyne, also known as Ollie Burgoyne-Calloway, was a singer and dancer specializing in Russian and other ethnic dances. She was also an actress and businesswoman who gained popularity during the Harlem Renaissance and left her mark as one of the most influential African American dancers and choreographers of that time.

Ollie Burgoyne was born in Chicago, Illinois, on June 13, 1879. She was part Russian and part Creole. Ollie’s cousin, Ida Forsain, toured Russia and specialized in Cossack dancing. Influenced by Forsain, Burgoyne debuted at age 17 in John Isham’s Oriental America nightclub in Chicago in 1896. In 1901, at age 22, she embarked on an eight-year tour of Europe (Germany, France, Denmark, Switzerland, Hungary, and Russia) with seven singing and dancing girls known as the Louisiana Amazon Guards.

In 1903, Burgoyne briefly returned to the United States and joined the cast of the operetta In Dahomey, which was the first African American musical to be performed on Broadway. After her performance, Burgoyne formed Duo Eclatant with partner Asher Watts. She also founded the Burgoyne Musical Company.

During her years in Russia (1904-1914), Burgoyne performed in many prestigious venues, including the Krestovskiy Garden Amusement Park (St. Petersburg) and the Aumont Theater (Moscow). She also made side trips to Odessa in what is now Ukraine, Athens, Greece, Istanbul, Turkey, and Cairo, Egypt. She opened the Maison Creole lingerie store in downtown St. Petersburg (Russia), where she employed a staff of 27. In August 1914, while Burgoyne was vacationing in Marienbad, Austria, World War I broke out, and she was unable to return to Russia and thus lost her businesses and properties there.

Between 1914 and 1929, Burgoyne continued to tour mainly in western Europe. Her specialties were Brazilian, Spanish, and Russian dances, which she mastered while traveling. She briefly returned to the United States during this period, where she performed in New York City, Chicago nightclubs, and Harlem’s Lafayette Theater. In 1925, Burgoyne produced two dance revues, Darktown Strutters, and Harlem Strutters, in New York. She also appeared in ten Broadway productions between 1926 and 1937.

In 1931, Ollie Burgoyne was named one of the eight major dancers and choreographers of the Harlem Renaissance, part of an elite group that also included Hemsley Winfield, Edna Guy, Randolph Sawyer, Asadata Dafora, Katherine Dunham, Charles Williams, and Pearl Primus. In April 1936, when Burgoyne was 57 years old, she appeared in the play Mississippi Rainbow, performed at the Lafayette Theater. In the later years of her life, Burgoyne taught dance and worked periodically in the film industry, starring in movies such as Laughing (1930) and The Timid Ghost (1937). With a career spanning nearly 50 years, Ollie Burgoyne died on April 2, 1974, in Oxnard, California, at the age of 95.

#historical #actress #black history month

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haveyoubeenonthisrollercoaster · 2 months

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Badewannenfahrt zum Jungbrunnen in Tripsdrill, Loup Garou in Walibi Belgium and Bandit in Movie Park Germany

#im not doing ur other submissions since ive already done one of them and the other one is a log flume!! /lh /nm #rollercoaster polls #rollercoaster #theme park #the bandit movie park #movie park germany #polls

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morbidology · 1 month

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Helle Crafts was a Danish air stewardess that had married Richard Crafts in 1979 before settling down in Newtown, Connecticut. The couple had three children and Richard had a good career as an airline pilot. However, the relationship was rocky from the very beginning with Richard cheating on Helle even before they were married.

On the 19th of November, 1986, Helle landed in New York from Germany. She and two other stewardesses drove to Newtown and pulled up outside Helle’s home. “Richard’s home,” she sighed. It was the last time anybody saw her alive.

Helle had recently just discovered that her husband had once again been having a number of affairs behind her back. She filed for divorce shortly before her disappearance and expressed fear for her life to her friends. One friend said she told them, “that if anything happened to her, we should not believe that it was an accident.”

Following her disappearance, Richard gave varying reports as to where Helle was. He originally said that she was in Denmark visiting her sick mother, but this lie soon crumbled when her mother said no such arrangement had been made and that she wasn’t sick. He then told concerned friends that she was in Florida or the Canary Islands visiting with a friend.

Just days after Helle's disappearance, Richard dismantled and redecorated their bedroom and purchased a new freezer; an odd thing to do when your wife is missing. Helle’s divorce lawyer soon got involved after finding out that Richard hadn’t even reported his wife missing.

Investigators considered something sinister had happened and zoned in on Richard who had been acting very peculiarly. The following month, they discovered that he had rented a 2700-pound wood chipper when Helle disappeared. A highway worker then came forward to reveal that he had seen Richard parked at the side of River Road with the wood chipper in tow at around 3AM a day or two after Helle disappeared.

Investigators rushed to the scene where they uncovered clumps of wood chips under layers of dead leaves. Among the wood chips, they found something much more sinister: a human thumb, a fingertip with the nail attached, strands of bleached hair, a big toe, bone fragments, lacy material from underwear, a mailing label with Helle Crafts name on it and a crowned tooth with a piece of jawbone attached.

The evidence was damning. In addition, they uncovered a submerged chainsaw covered in Helle’s DNA and a bloodstained carpet from inside the home. Richard was found guilty on the 21st of November, 1989, and sentenced to 50 years in prison. It was the first case in which somebody was convicted of murder with no body in the state of Connecticut. The 1996 movie, Fargo, was based on the case.

#helle crafts #true crime #murder

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puppys-tiny-space · 5 months

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🎄A littles Christmas guide🎄

Christmas is one of my favorite holidays but I also struggle a lot around that time of year so I like to make it extra special This is some stuff I like to do to get into the festive spirit! Dont be shy to change things up to accomidate your disability needs!

🎀craft ornaments, I like to craft ornaments for the tree and decorating my apartment, you can do it with paper, ribbons, glitter, clay and so much more🎀

⛄bake cookies, me and my mother bake cookies every year, wether it be sugar cookies, almond cookies or anything else, we also like to make traditional german christmas cakes⛄

🎅🏿go to christmas markets, in Germany we have lots of amazing Christmas markets with yummy food, pretty products and fun rides, I like to visit them when I can afford to🎅🏿

🎄warm drinks and movies, each year me and my mom have yummy drinks like hot cocoa and watch dr.who, especially the christmas episodes, we get lots of blankets and cuddle up🎄

🎀go for a walk, me and my carer like to go for walks in the snow in a close by park or forest when my joints let me, everything looks so pretty and you can build snow creatures🎀

⛄play secret Santa, I like to play secret Santa with my friends, it's so much fun to make and get silly presents, in Germany it's called Wichteln which means elves hehe⛄

🎅🏿wrap presents and have tea, I like to have tea and watch Christmas movies or call with my friends while wrapping gifts, this year I was live on Instagram and had suele fun talks with sun of you all🎅🏿

🎄go ice skating, I don't do this every year but I love ice skating, dressing up all cute and having hit cocoa after it, I can't wait to go again this year with my daddy🎄

Fun fact of the day: you do not sneeze in your sleep

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purlturtle · 13 days

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Wasn't tagged outright but @lilolilyr said "anyone who sees this", so I'm gonna!

15 Questions for 15 Friends

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

Nope my parents just liked the name. Also no middle name either.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Today! 😅 I cry really easily though.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Nope. Always wanted to when I was younger, but now with my mental health rollercoaster, I'm glad I don't have any!

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

Rowing! Big fan! All through secondary school. Now only on a machine though.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

Never.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

Their vibe.

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR?

Chocolate!

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

Happy all the way. I don't do scary at all well!

ANY TALENTS?

I am fantastic at parallel parking (and my mundane superpower is to always find a spot)!

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

Middle of Germany

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Reading, writing, knitting, boardgames, puzzles - all very grandma stuff 🧑🏼‍🦳🧑🏼‍🦳😂😂

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

Here's a beautiful pic my wife took of our cat Lyra!

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

179 shiny toll centimeters! (5'10 ½")

FAVOURITE SUBJECT?

History and, later, Latin

DREAM JOB?

Universal Basic Income/not having to work at all. 😅

Tagging: @anandabrat @galactic-pirates @elsiebrayisgay @edenfenixblogs @ninjaminion @tulipsandsake @fvandomtrvsh @incomprehensiblelentils @hernymills @jesstrel @julieverne @kloperslegend @kla1991 @lonely-night @performativezippers and everyone who sees this and wants a go!

Here's a blank version for easy copying:

15 Questions for 15 Friends ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? DO YOU HAVE KIDS? WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? DO YOU USE SARCASM? WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR? SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? ANY TALENTS? WHERE WERE YOU BORN? WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? HOW TALL ARE YOU? FAVOURITE SUBJECT? DREAM JOB?

#ask meme answered

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alakeeffectgirl · 10 months

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do we need a cruisequarries primer? yes

Welcome to the old men and their wife fandom, these are the old men (pictured here on the press tour for Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning, Part One [a title I never want to type out fully again])

Yes, that's Tom Cruise. The guy in the John Hammond Jurassic Park cosplay is Chris McQuarrie, aka McQ, who directed MI:DR and also directed the previous two MI movies and Jack Reacher. You might also know Chris McQuarrie as the guy who won an Oscar for writing The Usual Suspects and got nominated for another two Oscars writing/producing Top Gun: Maverick.

McQ willed their friendship into being in 2006, when he was about to quit Hollywood because he was sick of it (McQ's grand dream has been to make a big bisexual Alexander the Great movie but Oliver Stone beat him to it, and after his first directorial endeavor was basically a flop, no one wanted to give him the money to make a huge epic - but you can't blame him for thinking it could work like that, because he watched Bryan Singer make The Usual Suspects and then get handed X-Men), but while out to lunch one day he overheard someone talking about how Tom's career was over because of all his recent shenanigans, and he thought, "I need to meet this guy, because he also sounds like Hollywood's shitting on him at the moment". So he got a couple meetings that got him through to Tom - and for their first meeting he drove over to Tom's house in his bachelor convertible. (No lie. Easily source-able.)

So they hit it off - in the way where they talked about movies for several hours and Tom invited him back again the next day to talk about movies some more. In this same timeline, McQ was shopping the Valkyrie script to United Artists, and when Tom expressed interest, the first thought was that Tom might produce. But then he was like, no, I actually want to play the lead. (Bryan Singer was attached to direct, and I know Bryan Singer sucks, but the backstory here is that McQ and Singer went to high school together, along with Ethan Hawke.) So everyone went to Germany to make the movie in the summer of 2007 - Tom and his family, and McQuarrie and his family.

This is Chris and Heather in 2000 at the premiere of The Way of the Gun, so before they met Tom. I include because they're adorable and also because the glow-up is fantastic. (The story of how they got together is like Jeopardy trivia and I would tell you to google Stephen Chbosky and McQ together to find it except what the fuck, it no longer comes up quickly: anyway, they did a Sundance Labs together and Chbosky gave McQ the Perks of Being a Wallflower manuscript and McQ got to the "we accept the love we think we deserve" line and thought about the woman he'd met a few times before [when they'd flirt at parties? apparently?] but thought was out of his league - Heather - and decided to go for it.)

I should mention that McQ was going to take the producing credit on Valkyrie just in name, for sort of bringing the project together, but then Paula Wagner was like, "I can't go to Germany with Tom, and he needs A Guy on scene, and I think you could be That Guy," so Chris said yes to being an actual producer - and ended up basically being the go-between guy between Tom and Singer on set.

Here's Tom & the McQs at the Valkyrie premiere in Rome:

After spending months together in Germany, the McQuarries end up becoming fast friends with the Cruises. Heather runs around NYC/LA with Katie a lot and works on Holmes & Yang, the fashion line. Here they are looking cute together:

(They're all good enough friends that the McQuarries go to Tom's surprise birthday bash in July of 2011.)

In the interests of saving just a SMALL amount of time here, I will speedrun: McQ gets brought in (by Tom) to help fix Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol, and learns a bunch of stuff about how he doesn't ever want to direct a MI movie. (Lies.) He turns in the Jack Reacher script, which originally wasn't intended for Tom to be in, but when Tom wants to be in your movie, you don't really say no. Reacher films in Pennsylvania in the fall/winter of 2011, and then Tom has to go to promo for MI:GP before he starts work on Oblivion. It's now summer of 2012, and the divorce happens. Tom basically moves to London - and the McQuarries move to London - to work on Edge of Tomorrow. Tom takes Chris with him to Croatia.

Lake, you might be thinking. Is McQ now just Tom's emotional support man? Yeah, probably. They get papped going out to dinner together a lot that fall. A gossip website refers to Tom and Heather walking out of a restaurant together as Tom's "cougar date", which will be funny forever.

Tom got Heather in the divorce, clearly. MOVING ON, McQ does splinter unit work on Edge of Tomorrow and then Tom's like, hey you should direct the next Mission movie, and McQ laughs like Tom is kidding but Tom is not. Tom has gone into the other room to call Brad Grey at Paramount and tell him McQ should be the director on Rogue. (This is how McQ ends up doing all this stuff - he's like, "haha, Tom, you kid" but Tom's not kidding and then suddenly people are strapped to the outsides of airplanes and shit.) In the midst of EoT filming, it's time for Reacher promo, so Tom and the McQuarrries fly all around the world together yet again. And holy shit, am I only up to 2013? Still ten years to cover. (I have about 500 more pictures than I am including here, in case anyone wondered.) More ffwd: They make Rogue Nation. Here's everyone - including Heather - in the Vienna subway:

And here's the three of them at an art gallery in London towards the end of the filming period:

The experience of making Rogue is such that McQ attempts to swear he won't do it again. LIES. Tom goes off to make American Made, Jack Reacher: Never Go Back, and The Mummy all in the space of about two years. McQ officially works on two of those, and from the way they talk about American Made, I wouldn't be surprised if he did some script work there, too.

In August of 2016, pre-production on Fallout pauses because Tom is in a pay dispute with the studio, and McQ decides maybe he doesn't want to do the movie and moves his family back to Los Angeles. SURPRISE, Tom calls him up a week or so later and asks him to come to London to talk about it. Guess what, he ends up doing the movie. (For that full story, which is great and includes Tom saying he loves Heather, please find Jeff Goldsmith's Q&A podcast for Fallout.)

Work on Fallout takes up basically the next two years. At the Tokyo premiere, Tom makes Heather cry when he says she takes care of McQ, and takes care of him, too. (Let me know if you want the video.)

Trying to speedrun this is NOT working, and I need to go stare at the ceiling for a while to process today's Sydney premiere kiss happenings. Part two coming eventually?!!? PART TWO PART THREE

#cruisequarries

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hetalia-club · 1 year

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Enrichments Enclosures I Would Give The Countries. (No I won't elaborate just vibe with me on this one)

Italy: back to the purgatory island from season 1 Romano: a separate deserted Island away from Italy's Spain: a room with a never ending party but also a quiet area for naps. Germany: a kitchen will all his baking tools Prussia: I would give him a bible, a 20$ bill and turn him loose in a modern day NYC subway and just observe. Japan: zen garden that needs fixed up America: McDonalds Play Place but adult sized & never ending nuggies Canada: a Tim Horton's & they show all his favorite hockey highlights England: Buckingham Palace with his royal family France: wine cellar with every wine he's ever liked Russia: an undisclosed warm little cabin in Siberia China: a Shrine on a mountain top Latvia: his own personal home library Estonia: a toxic COD lobby Lithuania: an empty white room with a chair and a pack of saltines Belarus: padded room & straight jacket Ukraine: a sunny sunflower field that goes for miles. Poland: Claire's room from the movie Clueless Austria: music store where everything is free Hungary: a room with a little window so she can watch Austria in his enclosure also snacks. Finland: a Christmas themed bar with no cut off limit Norway: a sensory deprivation room Sweden: Just an Ikea but he has head phones so he can listen to ABBA whenever he so chooses. Denmark: an indoor trampoline park with people there to clap at his tricks.

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powerofelvis · 2 years

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Need To Know

Pairing: Elvis x Reader (can also be read as Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Word Count: 2253

Rating: 18+ (which means get ya asses on kids)

Warning(s): SMUT ON TOP OF SMUT!!, Reader being as needy as we are for Elvis, blowjob (m.receiving), overstimulation (f.receiving), Elvis being a dominant daddy, choking, kissing after blowjob, just nasty stuff, but also fluffy a bit

A/N: So damn….I think my fantasies came out a bit in this one. But this is based off of that picture up there. Even though the Elvis in this storyline is ‘60 era Elvis, I had to use that picture still. Also, I listened to Need To Know by Doja Cat to get in the mood of writing the smut. I kinda listen to that song a lot when reading smut cause it’s sexy as shit but anywho before I start rambling, I hope y’all enjoy it. Be careful, babies! Don’t hurt yourself ;)

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It has been two years since you had a date with your boyfriend. He was away in Germany, serving his two years in the Army. His manager, Colonel Parker believed that if he was drafted that he would come back loved instead of hated. Elvis was more worried about not being with you for two years. You both had never gone more than a day apart, so it was going to be hard to spend 730 days away from one another. As the days passed by, you passed the time working at your father’s company as a secretary. Between working and being an adult, you always made sure you sent Elvis letters. Your parents were worried about you — mostly because they believed what they heard in the news about your boyfriend. You knew differently because Elvis treated you like you were royalty. As days turned into weeks and then to months and then eventually two years had passed, you had fallen more in love with Elvis.

Elvis was finally coming home after a long two years away from everything and the first thing he wanted to do was to take you out on a date. After he did his press conferences and got his movie roles together, he was finally back in Memphis and finally back for you. Your parents weren’t convinced that he had changed from the greaser that had girls throwing their underwear at him on stage, but you could care less. You were ready to take your relationship to another level, whether your parents liked it or not. Elvis was coming to pick you up Friday night. He said that he had a surprise for you and that all you needed to do was look pretty.

Friday came without a hitch and you were excited. You could barely focus at work, seemingly in a cloud of euphoria as the time passed by. Once the work day was over, you raced home before your father could blink, getting ready for the best night of your life. Tonight was going to be the night that you gave yourself to Elvis and you didn’t care where you were gonna do it. You put on your black lace bra and panties before throwing on a nice pink dress with black pumps. You knew that this outfit alone would get Elvis’s attention. It was around 7 before your boyfriend pulled into your driveway. You raced down the stairs, telling your parents that you would be back later. You raced out to his pink cadillac, opening the door and getting in. “It’s been a while, baby. Ya missed me?” He smiled as he grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “Of course I did, why else would I write to you for these past two years?” You joked, rubbing your thumb on his hand.

Elvis laughed, pulling out of the driveway and on to your street. “Where are we going?” You asked him as he never did tell you where the date would be. “I say that we have a picnic at Emerald Park, how does that sound to ya mama?” He smirked as he sped towards the destination. You let go of his hand, throwing your hands up and your head back. “Let’s go!” You squealed happily. Once you made it to the park, he parked the car and got out with a basket in his hand along with a blanket. The headlight from the cadillac shined along the grass, creating such beautiful scenery before you. You got out of the car and walked towards him as he laid everything out on the blanket. You smiled, realizing that he must have planned this for a while. “How long have you had this one planned?” You chuckled, sitting down on the blanket, folding your hands over your dress. He smiled and shrugged. “A long while, lil mama..” He handed you an opened bottle of Pepsi.

As the night went on, you both talked about things that happened in your lives for the past two years. You learned that Elvis had met another woman but he wasn’t interested in dating anyone else but you. That made me fall harder in love with him at that moment because he only had eyes for you. You also explained to him that you weren’t interested in dating anyone else but him and planned on keeping it that way. You scoot closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder as you take in a deep breath. You were ready to take your relationship to the next level, finally. You turned your head towards him, burrowing your face into his neck where you placed kisses along his jawline. Elvis was shocked, but closed his eyes and tilted his head, allowing you more access. He pulled you closer, pressing a sloppy but gentle kiss to your lips. Your fingers found their way into his locks, tugging gently.

Amongst the urgency of kisses, the clattering of teeth and tongue sent lightning down to your core. You pull away, catching your breath before you speak. “I want you, Elvis and I want you now.” You moaned out, standing up on your feet before pulling him up with you. He backed you up against the hood of the car, pressing his lips on yours again. This time, the kiss was more heated, like he needed your oxygen to live. Your hands pushed his jacket off of his shoulders before your hands moved to pull his shirt that was tucked into his slacks. “In the car…I want it in the car..” You whined, sitting up as you unzipped your dress. “Are ya sure, doll? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable doing this?” He asked, wanting you just as bad you wanted him. You nodded, grabbing him by the shirt and pulled him towards the car. You pushed the front seat up before moving to the backseat of his car. He followed soon after, closing the door after him.

Lips continued kissing one another, as clothes continued to pile on the front seat ahead of you. You pushed him back against the seat, with a smirk on your face. Suddenly feeling the urge to take over for yourself, you slid down to his underwear, reaching in to grip his cock in his hands. “W-what are ya doin’, baby?” He grinned, turning his head to the side. He already knew what you were trying to do, but he didn’t want to say, in fear that you would get scared. Instead, you didn’t answer, only stroking his cock in hopes that it would stay as hard as it already was. You pulled his underwear down to where it was around his ankles, instantly wrapping your lips around the tip. You could feel him tense up as a hiss escaped his lips. You began to suck slowly, almost teasing him. You didn’t want him to cum in your mouth, you wanted the both of you to cum together. As your speed increased, you smirked as his hands grabbed your head, moving it along his length. He pushed you down deeper on his length, the back of your throat could feel the tip of his cock tickling it. You tried to hold it together, not wanting to seem inexperienced.

You continued to deepthroat his cock, drool and tears mixing together as you continued taking everything that he would give you. “Oh shit darlin’, I’m gonna cum if you continue..” he warned. You pulled away, your tongue rubbing up the underside of his cock teasingly. “ No, I want you inside of me…Now.” You said, crawling on his lap. He tilts his head again, wondering where the sudden dominant tone in your voice came from. He grips you at the base of your chin and throat gently, pulling you close as you kiss hungrily. His other hand pushes your black lace panties down, keeping them beside him for safe keeping. His fingers rubbed down your body, before brushing against your clit. You gasped, gripping to the seat as your body reacted to the sudden touch. “Ah..Elvis!” You moaned, clearly in bliss as he continued running his fingers around your twitching bud. He gathered your juices within his fingers, pushing two inside of your pussy. “It’s Daddy to you, darlin’.” His raspy voice whispered against your ear, him still holding on to you by the throat.

His fingers fucked into you, scissoring you open. Elvis didn’t want to hurt you, but if you were insisting that sex was what you wanted, he wanted to make the experience memorable. Your hips fucked against his fingers, moans bouncing against the car windows. “Oh no baby, you’re gonna fuck yourself on my cock—not my fingers.” He smirked as he pushed his fingers inside of your pussy again before sliding them out. He aligned his cock to your entrance, slowly sliding inside of you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, nails digging into his shoulders as you were stretched open deliciously. The burning of being stretched open didn’t bother you as much as you were past the point of need. At this point, you couldn’t live without feeling him inside of you. Elvis started moving his hips slowly, allowing you to get comfortable with this new feeling. “Please..” You begged, biting down on his shoulder.

Elvis groaned, looking up at you with a look of lust. “Tell Daddy.” He whispered as he continued teasing you with his cock. “Goddamnit…fuck me Daddy. Please.” You gasped, moving your hips faster. He chuckled, watching you fuck yourself on his cock—exactly how he said that you would. He grabbed both sides of your hips, suddenly slamming his hips upward into you. You screamed slightly, taken back at the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix. You loved it and you loved him for it. You bounced your hips back against his, hoping that it would itch that scratch that you were feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were right— it did more than itch the scratch, but it made your toes curl. Elvis continued fucking up into you, his hands once again wrapping around your throat but this time; he added a bit of pressure. You could have sworn that you were meeting Jesus because as he squeezed at your throat, the coil in your stomach snapped and you came HARD.

Elvis chuckled as he pushed inside of you deeper, bouncing you through your orgasm. He had planned on making you cum again before he could. His fingers moved back down to your now throbbing clit, teasing with circular motions. You moaned out again, tears falling down your cheeks at the overstimulating feeling. “I’m gonna make you cum again, darlin’ and you’re gonna cum again before I do, you understand?” The way he spoke sent shivers down your spine as you enjoyed hearing him take charge over you. You nodded as your eyes stayed shut tightly, hoping that he would quit teasing you. The overstimulation that you were feeling was becoming too hard to bear. “Look at me, darlin’ or ya ain’t cummin’.” He said in a dangerous tone. Your eyes snapped open as they traveled to his hypnotic blues. His hips had temporarily stopped pushing into you as his fingers played with your clit like a guitar.

“Baby, please..I can’t handle much more…I need…I need..” You couldn’t get the words out because you felt like you weren’t in your body. He raised a brow, as if he was telling you to continue with what you were saying. “Can’t continue what, baby? You’re a smart one, don’t play stupid with me.” He smirked. At the point, you could fall to pieces in his arms and with that you do, your body shaking above him. He smirked as he continued snapping his hips into you. “Ahhh so that’s what ya wanted to say.” He smirked as he fucked into you again—with so much power. You grip on the seat once again, not even putting up a fight at the assault that he was giving your pussy. “Yes Daddy, fuck me.” You whined, your pussy once again clenching around his cock. At that feeling, Elvis was getting closer and closer to his orgasm. His hands moved up your body as he pushed upward into you harder, the sounds of skin slapping echoing in the car. “Fuck..I’m gonna cum baby.” He moaned as he pushed into you a few more times before pulling out quickly. His cum shooting out on his hand and your thigh. You sat there with him, catching your breath.

You couldn’t believe that sex had ever felt this good, but you wanted to experience more of it with Elvis. As he cleaned you both up, you sat in the seat beside him, pulling your clothes back on but leaving your black panties on his seat. You smirked to yourself knowing that this was his welcome home present from you. You would like to think he knew so too. Elvis on the other hand, knew that those were for him. He pushed the material in his pocket for safe keeping. “Let’s get you home, baby.” He said as he got dressed and helped you out of the back. He gathered everything from the now-wasted picnic and put it in the trunk. Elvis started up the Cadillac, pulling out of the park. You both at that moment realized that you two were in it for life. “I love you..” The both of you said together.

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