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justzawe · 2 years

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Zawe Ashton On Mr. Malcolm's List, Theo James, And Onscreen Diversity - Exclusive Interview

Ashton is as lovely in person as you would think. Charming, humble, and immensely funny, the Marvel newcomer and fiancée of the dapper Tom Hiddleston is taking the entertainment world by storm, and "Mr. Malcolm's List" is sure to be a hit. Ahead of the film's premiere, we sat down with Ashton for an exclusive interview where the actress dished about "Mr. Malcolm's List," much needed diversity on screen, her co-stars, and more.

What initially attracted Zawe to Mr. Malcolm's List?

I loved ["Mr. Malcolm's List"]. It was so entertaining, so witty, [and] so funny. I'm a big "Pride and Prejudice" [and] "Bridgerton" gal, so it was up my street.

I'm so glad. Honestly, thank you for saying that. We are at the beginning of hearing people's responses, so it really does mean a lot, so thank you.

I want to dive into it because we've seen such a resurgence in period dramas lately, but this film brings such a needed diversity to the era, to that timeframe in history. What about this project, with that in mind, and revisiting this time era excited you as an actor?

It was an opportunity to live out all my imaginings as an avid reader as a child. You are reading Jane Austen, and you are reading the Brontë sisters, and you are injecting yourself into those stories — Shakespeare, the same.

To finally find a moment where you're invited to the table to embody something — it's not only Regencycore, but it also has this very contemporary edge to it. It's a blessing, and it's so much fun as well as being this wonderful, serious commitment to the way that we want to see the genre transforming from now. It's got a real duality to it and I'm so happy I got to be a part of it.

It's such a retelling of a period of history that so many of us love the romanticism of, but that diversity really was lacking. It's wonderful to see it played out on screen in such a different way.

Thank you, and I feel especially proud of this because the protagonists, like the Julias, like anti-heroes, are of color and they're coming up against the romantic leads who are also of color. It's not just representing one type of character or one personality type. Everyone is coming up against each other and creating the emotional landscape. That isn't something that's always been given to you as the heart of the story, as an actor of color in this genre, sadly. As you're saying, we're seeing that finally changing, which is good.

Zawe reflects societal expectations women face, both on-screen and in life

We really see Julia at such a crossroads at the beginning of the film. In the first few minutes, you feel the pressure that she's feeling from society, having been out for four seasons. I can't even...

You love that, she's like the Regency Bridget Jones. I love it.

Oh my God, and from Mr. Malcolm specifically, I think of when they were at the opera and I could feel her stomach drop in that moment. In what ways did you sympathize with her and understand the pressure she was feeling, but also that social humiliation that she experienced as well?

Even you talking about it, she's so hugely relatable. That's what came off the page when I first read the script. I thought, "This is a woman who wants to stay true to her desires." She's made this pact with her childhood friend to marry for love, and yet society's expectations are starting to close in on her. Her mother is starting to close in on her.

Hold on a minute — this doesn't feel like it's [restricted] to the 19th century. I feel like we can absolutely lift that storyline in those expectations for the present day. I felt for her hugely, and especially in those opening scenes with Malcolm, where she is trying so hard to be everything that she's not.

What I also really loved about her is she's a high society woman who makes huge mistakes. She's deeply flawed, and it's her flaws that actually lead her to finding her true love in Theo James' character, Henry Ossory. That was a lovely end to the journey that I didn't expect to happen. [It] feels like such a good message for our times — find a guy who wants you for your flaws rather than despite them.

The actor challenged the status quo

To get into that, with such a list of specifications – just the line of Malcolm's complaint about not liking Julia's eyelashes. I was like, "Oh my gosh". And...

Come on, dude.

...down to your own line in the film. At one point you said, "A gentleman doesn't like a lady to be more intelligent than he is. A wife with a mind, god forbid."

I absolutely love that line.

I want to get your thoughts on that. It's such expectations that women have carried forever, and as you said, the setting of this film, the 1800s, feels very relevant to today.

I'm so glad to hear you say that. Honestly, I love those lines and I loved Julia's courage of her convictions and her modernity in that space. She's challenging the status quo in so many different ways, especially when it comes to the expectations on women, and love, and romance, and matching up, and domestic life. She really is a very modern character.

I know exactly what you mean when you hear those lines said in this genre, they really ping out. You can relate them quite easily to today, and that was a real pleasure. The men in this film were completely on board with all of that as well. The depiction of a female friendship at the center of this story also feels so relatable.

It feels authentic, seeing the complexity of it. I loved getting to sink my teeth into their story.

I'm so glad, because we haven't spoken to many people about how they've enjoyed the film. I'm like, "[You] liked it, oh my God!" I'm behind myself answering your questions going, "Oh my god, [you] really liked it. This is really..."

Zawe dishes about working with Theo James and a standout ensemble cast

I'd love to chat about your dynamic with Theo James' Henry and that love that developed between Julia and himself. What was it like not only working with such a great ensemble cast, but allowing Julia to fall for someone that she clearly didn't anticipate?

I loved it. This ensemble cast brings me joy even thinking about them. It brings a real spark in my heart and a real smile to my face because we genuinely had such a wonderful time. Theo is the biggest quirk step. His roles are so intense and then you meet him and he's like Comedy Central. He's a very gifted comedian in life and on screen, but also is so able to portray that lovely, complex, romantic element too. So many of our scenes were built on basically trying not to laugh at each other, which is something [you might experience] on a date. You love that.

You're feeling that spark. I feel like there was a lot that we had for free between us that has come to the screen. It was so nice to play the anti-love story. The [enemies] becoming lovers trope is hugely enjoyable, and the mustache is irresistible.

Bleecker Street will release "Mr. Malcolm's List" in theaters nationwide on July 1, 2022. (x)

#zawe ashton #the list #interview #mr. malcolm's list #mml promo

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chelshiart · 1 year

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Hi! My local community theatre is doing Something Rotten and I came to look at your art from that. I started following you back when the show was new, and I still love it! Of course I love all of your art - I always smile when I see your Ace Attorney art, especially Sherlock and Iris. Of course, you’ve drawn art for so many things I’ve been into over the years, I can’t even remember them all. Just, you’ve been one of my favorite artists on this site for a while and thought I’d drop a line letting you know.

Oh wow, thank you for sharing that with me - nice to see that we share the same excellent taste!! Especially with the Baker Street family content - now that TGAA's yanked me back into the Ace Attorney pit, as it's reminded me of what a joy the characters in this universe are, and what a hoot their snarky interactions are together <3

(Plus, it's been a good opportunity to see my art growth since the last time I've drawn these silly lawyers. Gotta admit I cringed a lot at the old stuff, but am also thankful knowing that awareness means that I improved somewhere along the way lolol)

Also, it's so cool to hear about your local theater community - it's fantastic that Something Rotten's getting much-deserved love even after all these years! The soundtrack was so much fun to listen to, that I can only imagine just how much more it would be with a live production. Let me know how it goes!! I hope the entire cast and crew breaks a leg and has a great time! <3 (And the the people need to know!! That Shakespeare was a hack!! /jkjkhaha)

By the way!! I know that I'm not the most consistent fanartist out there, since I tend to be interested in many things simultaneously or that my interests evolve over time, so hearing that you've nevertheless gotten enjoyment over the different things I've posted over the years is so wonderful to hear! Thanks so much for sticking around and making my day!! And I hope you have a great day too!! <3

#not art #thanks for asking!#<3 <3 <3

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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Miss Raven, you don't know what I would give and sacrifice to have you review my twst OC's because your judgement is one of the best I know and your constructive criticism is always so well thought-out 😭 (It can be a Twst OC's Got Talent show and you'll get an infinite pass to be our one and only Simon Cowell at the judge table ✨ /j)

To be honest, I think that the concept of making OC's a very broad outlet to express creativity, especially since we're provided with unused/underrated Disney inspirations that don't have an official design in the game (although this does cause discourse among certain people who like to 'place dibs' on Disney inspirations and attack others because of it 😓). It's always so cool to see how everyone has different takes and their own imagination when creating OC's, even if they are based on the same Disney inspiration as someone else's — it just goes to show how truly wide and unique our minds are and it amazes me all the time!

Also, I'm taking this opportunity to say that Miss Raven (the OC) is in the process of being adopted by me, I'm now negotiating with Crowley about the adoption papers 😂😇 But seriously, I am in awe with her lore and she just fits so, so, so well and naturally in the settings of the game??? Oui, absolutely magnifique! 🙏

I'd love to have my silly little OC's interact with her jfkskdkkdj But before that, what are your thoughts on OC interactions, Miss Raven? Is it open all of the time or is there a specific time when we can interact with our beloved somewhat emo Shakespeare-like nerd birb? I am praying for the state of your inbox right now, thank you for your hard work! 🤧

… Isn’t Simon Cowell notoriously the asshole judge??? 😂 But thank you for the compliment! I’ve actually been asked to review/give my thoughts on an OC before as part of a proofreading commission I took on! Besides commissions, I’ll sometimes comment on a friend or a mutual’s OC—but I’m only comfortable doing that because it’s someone that I know 😅 I generally don’t give OC critique outside of these contexts because I figure if people are having fun with it, it’s none of my business to get involved (and it’s not like I’m any particular authority on OCs anyway).

OCs can be really personal, so I think it’s more important that you, the maker, be happy and have fun with your creations rather than seek my approval. Of course, if you’re actively seeking ways to improve your OCs, then there’s nothing wrong with asking around for advice or direction. It’s a very situational thing—but at the end of the day, it’s you that has the final decision on what changes! Others’ opinions can influence and guide you, but don’t let them rule your creativity! Just do what feels best to you~

Yes, the way TWST is set up definitely opens up a lot of possibilities, whether its OCs twisted from Disney properties or not. There will inevitably be OCs that take the inspiration from the same characters and/or concepts, but I don’t think that should be a reason to get upset and be nasty to each other 😔 I personally really enjoy seeing different people’s interpretations of the same Disney character, or how those interpretations end up comparing to the canon versions that TWST character (such as Snow White-based OCs vs Neige Leblanche). It’s interesting seeing how differently everyone processes and translates traits of the original into their own versions, and it’s just as fun seeing what kinds of completely original works come from people’s minds too!

I once again apologize for going by the same name as my OC 💦 It makes things confusing at times cksvwuevxkwmsk Nuuuuu, I wouldn’t give my birb dotter up for adoption 😭 I’m happy you like her lore though!! It’s something I’ve been planning for a long time, but it actually never occurred to me how well (or not well, I guess?) her lore would actually “fit” in the world of Twisted Wonderland. Now that I think about it, she’s… kind of written like an OB boy??? Like, Raven has the sad backstory, obvious negative traits on display that have been unregulated and left to fester, too much pride to seek help from friends or family… Yup, sounds like a recipe for a potential Overblot to me 🤔 OB Raven… with an outfit made of shredded pages and globs of ink, hair all twisted, a birdcage locking her head inside of it, a hovering crown of feathers, a monstrous Phantom raven looming behind her… Hey, if she can’t get a “happy ending”, then she’ll decide that no one gets a happy ending 💕/j dndbsvJbeksw ANYWAY I definitely wanted to write her as the type of character that slowly changes and grows over time—just like the TWST boys! I’m really proud of myself for being able to nail that feeling.

I don’t mind if like... you, the reader/Anon, want to say something to or interact with, Miss Raven. I’m also fine if people roleplay canon TWST characters interacting with her just to see how she’d react! It gets kind of complicated when people want their OCs to do the same though 💦 The TWST fandom has a LOT of OCs, meaning that I’d have to go hunting for information or research into every OC that wants to engage (and I don’t always have the time nor the energy for that). OC-OC interactions also have a tendency to turn into lengthy reblog chains, and I try to avoid those as much as possible since it makes blog navigation difficult. I guess I generally judge on a case-by-case basis? I’m fine with my close friends’ OCs interacting with Miss Raven, but I’d like anyone else considering it to first reach out and get my permission! ^^

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Raven Crowley #Neige Leblanche #notes from the writing raven #feedback for the writing raven

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indecisivepsyche · 2 years

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Tag people you wish to get to know better!

@lovely-english-rose @thedarkivist @tyizera

(You don't have to tag people or even participate! 💛)

I was tagged by @koscheyyy . Thanks, Tilly!!!

Relationship status: Happily single!

Favourite colour: Some shade of blue grey.

Favourite food: Shoot, my answer for this actually changes every time I'm asked it. I'll just go with angel food cake with strawberries that my mom makes this time.

Song stuck in your head: PWND by Two Steps From Hell. Their latest album, Myth, is very good!

Last thing you googled: Bandy bandy snake. One showed up in a fanfiction I was reading.

Dream trip: I would love to go to Disneyland Paris again with my mother to ride the Phantom Manor. It was closed for refurbishment when I had the chance to visit some years ago. I may have a slight Haunted Mansion obsession.

Last book you read: Dracula, this morning! Committed to Dracula Daily and am absolutely loving it. So many things I didn't know about the book!

Last book you enjoyed: The Nobleman's Guide to Scandal and Shipwrecks by Mackenzi Lee. I highly recommend the Montague Siblings trilogy! They're all quality, and my favorite is the second one because the main character is asexual! She sometimes has perspectives and says things that really embody the uncharitable thoughts I sometimes have to snuff out about allos, so she really is well written.

Last book you hated: Hate is a bit strong for it, but I'm halfway through Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead and I'm just kind of 'eh' about it. I think I would enjoy it much more if I was seeing it in person, as it seems like there's some good opportunity for physical comedy and cool tone shifts like when they transition to iambic pentameter. Also, Hamlet isn't my favorite of the Shakespeare plays.

Favorite thing to cook/bake: Maybe cracker toffee! I've been making it for a long while, and it's a simple recipe that I feel comfortable experimenting with every so often. Also, it's very fun to lick the spatula after you finish spreading the chocolate and peanut butter chips.

Most niche dislike: Gel hand sanitizer.

Opinion on the circus: I associate the circus with cotton candy. Been to it once when I was a little kid. Probably wouldn't these days without doing a deep dive into the treatment of animals and workers, and honestly I could do other stuff with my time and money. Excepting Cirque du Soleil, which isn't really your typical circus, anyway.

Do you have a sense of direction?: Hm, probably not a fantastic one. I definitely overrely on my GPS and don't devote too much brain power to memorizing streets. It's not absolutely terrible, though.

#psyche rambles

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stackthedeck · 2 months

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I’ve been thinking about this all week and I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone but I know you as the fanfic analyst and whatever I’ve read you’ve probably seen as well plus it’s been awhile since I’ve seen your blog! Hi hello! How are you? I see you’ve been getting into Blue Beetle? Cool 👍

Anyway my local theatre was doing a play for The Great Gatsby and I thought it’d be fun to listen to the audio book since I’ve never read it. Then I went down a rabbit hole on ao3 because I was just so curious what people wanted to write about the literary book from the 1920s. Was not surprised there was a little over 1,000 fics but I was surprised by the quality of it. I actually started to lay down and read them one by one idk why. they were oddly good and a lot of them were in first person of Nick’s POV and I was just surprised at how good they got his voice?? Anyway sorry to curse you with this but I know you like English so I just hope you enjoy this ask haha

hi anon thank you for this lovely ask and you're so right I have in fact seen Great Gatsby fanfic and a lot of other classical literature fic, this isn't a curse at all! I love looking at classic lit fic because it's a good way to check common perceptions of the work and also i love classic literature of course i want to read fic of it! I find that a lot of these fics are engaging with the cultural idea of the text more than the text itself which is so fascinating, but I do agree with you anon Great Gatsby fanfic goes so hard and let me just say, no one is doing it like the Jane Austen fic writers, might I recommend Neither Duty Nor Honor for the Pride and Prejudice fans.

I've always maintained that literary analysis is inherently transformative and creative, by writing out what you think a text means you are imbuing it with something of your own, you are using that text as a foundation for your own ideas. Often we think of the only way to express an understanding of a piece of literature is through an essay (and hey essays are a beautiful thing I don't want to knock them I love them) but there are other ways to show a complex and deep understanding of the text. Like there are so many paints and dances and even other plays and written works based on Shakespeare and they are understood as high art. But they're transformative works just like fanfic and it's a beautiful thing! I try to include creative writing opportunities as I develop plans for my future English classroom and like having students write what is essentially fanfic for classic lit is a good way for them to display their understanding in a way that fits them. If a student can understand how adding a new character or changing an important scene could effect the story, they understand the story deeply.

anyway this is to say reading older works of literature is truly a beautiful thing and like yeah write fic about it, make art about it, let them inspire you to creation like it's what the authors would have wanted, that their art still moves people to this day

#asks #this is something i think about all the time #thank you for letting me talk about it anon

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3, 10 & 23 for the ask game ✨

Thank you for the asks, friend! <33

3. what’s your favorite candle scent?

I am very partial to Homesick's "Vancouver" candle right now; I love most of their place candles, but "Vancouver", "Oregon" and "Austin" have a special place in my heart.

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

My friend is performing a one-man show about his experiences as a Persian immigrant in America at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival as part of their line up this coming season, and I'm so excited to go see it! He's one of the best people I know, and I'm very happy he's being given this opportunity.

23. favorite piece of clothing?

I have a lot of pieces I love right now, but this dress from Title Nine that I bought two years ago is the perfect summer outfit and I get a ton of compliments in it. I think folks are scared to wear yellow, but they shouldn't be because it's a really fun color and it makes me feel happy when I wear it.

#ask game

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lipsyncforyourlife · 2 years

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Kerri Colby Is Living For The Fantasy + "Snatch Game" Recap (Issue #10)

The RuPaul's Drag Race Official Newsletter

In this week’s Drag Race newsletter, we recap an awkward “Snatch Game,” count down the funniest moments from the challenge, and share an exclusive interview with Kerri Colby. Don’t forget to subscribe so you can stay tuned for all of the latest Drag Race updates!

A signature of Drag Race, Snatch Game is a challenge that’s both revered and feared by the queens. It’s a demanding test of intuitive character work and quick-witted improv skills, but it’s also seen as something of a “make or break” moment of the season, regularly arriving when about half the cast remains and exhaustion starts to set in. We often hear just how difficult Snatch Game is, but Season 14 might be one of the first times we actually see that as this talented group hits a wall as soon as the challenge starts. My name’s Cameron Scheetz, and it’s time to re-open Michelle Visage’s investigation…

The Mini

The mood was ecstatic after Jorgeous and Jasmine’s spirited Lip Sync, their double shantay seen as another sign that this cast is operating at a high level. Is there any challenge they can’t conquer? Well, stay tuned. Daya and Angeria both admitted to a twinge of disappointment that another week’s gone by and they still have just as many competitors, while DeJa was at a loss, having narrowly missed yet another win and wondering what she can possibly do to stand out.

The next day, Jasmine was interrupted by a clue-laden video message from RuPaul, leaving the girls curious about what awaits them. But first: A Mini Challenge! With nothing but colorful bubble wrap and a whole lot of tape, the queens needed to create “wearable pop art,” which lead to “hellish ASMR” as they snap-crackle-popped their outfits together in short time. Even if tape couldn’t hold everything up, it was fun to see everyone’s personal styles shine through, and Bosco—becoming quite the Mini Challenge maestro—snagged the win for a look that screamed Bosco (by which I mean, her butt cheeks were on full display).

The Set-Up

And then Ru announced what they’ve all been eagerly/nervously anticipating: It’s time for Snatch Game! Jasmine put it bluntly: “This is the challenge of Drag Race. It is the challenge that shows who’s going to be in the top of the season, and who’s not really going to make it too far.” In other words, the pressure is on.

After some excited tittering among the girls, Ru returned to the Werk Room for Walk Throughs, a.k.a. Snatch Game pep talks. As per usual, MamaRu took the opportunity to help the queens really hone in on their characters and find some sort of fresh angle. I thought the assertion that Lady Camden infuse her William Shakespeare with a little bit of Absolutely Fabulous’ Joanna Lumley (Lady’s backup character) was particularly interesting, as was the advice for Daya to channel her love of Ozzy Osbourne into her performance, the same way she does for Crystal Methyd. If there was any cause for concern, it was with Jorgeous, who was feeling anxious about yet another comedic acting challenge. She certainly wasn’t ready to drop her Aubrey Plaza impression on the spot, but she was more confident in her Ilana Glazer, and Ru reminded the queen to view herself from the inside—not the outside—so that she could be more present and in the moment. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it seemed like these queens were ready to smash the Snatch Game!

The Best Snatch Game Moments

First things first: This edition of Snatch Game was given a welcome double-dose of glam thanks to contestants Raven and Dove Cameron (if the bird name pun didn’t land for you until the bird photos showed up on screen, this is a safe space—that one flew over my head, too. Pun intended). They both had sharp answers to every question and nailed the back-and-forth banter with Ru, an essential component of the challenge. As DeJa would later note, Raven—a return contestant from both Season 13 and All Stars 2—might have been the funniest part of the whole thing.

When it came time to meet the panel, things got off to a fine enough start. We met Lady Camden’s randy Shakespeare, Jasmine’s clueless Betsy DeVos (a role once played by Scarlet Envy in Season 11’s “Trump: The Rusical”), Angeria’s extra kooky Tammie Brown, Jorgeous’ studied Ilana Glazer, Willow’s hippy-dippy Drew Barrymore (who forgot she worked with Ru on The World’s Best talent show), DeJa’s boisterous Lil Jon, Bosco’s husky-voiced Droop-touting Gwyneth Paltrow, and Daya’s spirited Ozzy Osbourne. But after the introductions, the rest of Snatch Game played out like one long “it’s chocolate” sad trombone sound. About halfway through, the girls felt it too, and it was clear the energy in the room was just off. That being said, I wanted to take a moment to count down my (completely subjective) list of Snatch Game’s five funniest moments:

5. Jasmine’s Accent Work: Like her performance in “The Daytona Wind,” Jasmine delivered a hilariously inconsistent accent. She may not have had any jokes, but her Midwestern vocal fry still got some giggles out of me.

4. Angeria’s “Nutbush”: I will admit I don’t even know what was going on here, but Angeria channeling Tammie channeling Tina Turner was just the right amount of absurd for my tastes.

3. Camden’s Toothy Grins: Lady Camden made the most of her screen time with a constantly wobbling head and a curling upper-lip, showcasing some great characterization even if her jokes didn’t always land.

2. Everything DeJa Did: DeJa’s Lil Jon was truly the life of the party, certainly looking the part and scoring laughs with every “YEAH!” and “OKAY!” But most importantly, it was clear DeJa had really thought this one through, with comedic answers that had a real effortlessness to them. She was having a ball, and I had a ball watching her.

1. Jorgeous’ Confusion: But my biggest laugh of the whole challenge wasn’t even part of the Snatch Game—it was during a confessional when Jorgeous wondered allowed, “Miss Lady Camden, she is… who—Beethoven, right?” Never change, Jorgeous.

The Looks

On the runway, the divas were absolutely divine in Holy Couture, which proved to be a category up for some creative interpretation. First out was DeJa, looking to the Skyes as Joan Of Arc by-way-of Zendaya at the 2018 Met Gala. Jasmine’s inspiration was astrological with a split-tone gown that gave way to a sparkling galaxy dress—two looks in one like a true Gemini. Angeria nailed every detail of her Church Lady get-up, while Bosco couldn’t kick the burlesque habit in her devilish nod to nuns (that hooved footwear is everything). Willow’s wild Bleeding Tooth Fungus piece was a true standout, a whimsical tribute to her spiritual relationship with psychedelics. Jorgeous worshipped a different kind of drug, serving Holy Smokes in her most conceptual runway yet. Lady Camden sang the praises of The Spice Girls with a party-ready look that was a clever melange of all five spices, and Daya took an unplanned tumble in her Bride-of-Judas gown but saved it with some badass bravado.

The Critiques

With all eight girls on stage, Michelle kicked things off by saying, “I’m just kind of speechless with this Snatch Game. I don’t know where everybody went.” Thus began Detective Visage’s investigation into the mystery of “Who Killed Snatch Game?” DeJa was removed from the suspect list rather quickly, with the judges noting that she was the one that was successfully funny in the challenge. As the only queen to get roundly positive critiques, it was clear DeJa Skye was this week’s top queen, finally scoring her much deserved point on the leader board.

As for everyone else, well, they seemed pretty aware that any of them could be on the chopping block. Despite that, the critiques weren’t all doom and gloom—there was a surprising amount of levity (Carson’s joke that Jasmine took Betsy DeVos’ job more seriously than Betsy got a huge laugh), and Dove Cameron proved herself to be an incredible addition to the Judge’s Panel with insightful observations and fantastic constructive feedback. After deliberations, the queens were brought back for a shocker: All seven of them were up for elimination and would need to Lip Sync For Their Lives… but not now. Ominously, Ru invited them all to a Lip Sync LaLaPaRuZa Smackdown to determine who would sashay away. To be continued!

Burning Questions

Copy-Snatch

After Gwyneth and Ozzy matched with two Snatch Game answers in a row, Bosco wondered if Daya was looking over her shoulder, which felt like a tease of some drama to come, but the thread is just left dangling. Honestly, if Daya was copying answers as an in-character bit, then props to her for finding a funny way into the challenge, though that was certainly not clear in the episode. I don’t see Bosco as one to hold grudges, but could this thread get picked up in the coming week? Or will the impending LaLaPaRuZa mean it gets brushed aside?

Next Week: Let’s Get Ready To Rumble

We’ve seen a LaLaPaRuZa before (when All Stars 4 gave its eliminated queens a chance to Lip Sync their way back into the competition), but that doesn’t mean we know what format to expect for this “Extra Special Episode.” What’s in store for us??? There’s a chance all seven queens could be asked to lip sync at once—with DeJa watching from the sidelines—although that certainly wouldn’t fill up an entire episode, so I’m anticipating a tournament-style event with random pairs of queens going head to head until we’re left with the bottom two. As the teaser shows, assassins Jasmine and Jorgeous feel pretty confident, but it’s worth noting that we’ve yet to see three of these queens (Angie, Bosco, Willow) compete in a traditional lip sync. Anything can happen, and I’m a nervous wreck just thinking about the possibilities.

The Other Half Of The Story

You know the drill: If you’re not watching Untucked, well, you’re missing out, babe! Let’s shout out a few of the most notable moments form this week’s episode.

Backstage, the girls were rattled, but they still took the time to toast DeJa on her win, whose big moment was somewhat undercut but the gag at the end of the episode. Still, it was nice to see the hard-working queen get her shine—even if Jasmine did try to jump in to talk about herself.

Not knowing what was to come, Jorgeous shared her exhaustion, as she was certain she was in the bottom two for the week. Just in the nick of time, a video message came through and it was from the queen’s entire family (including her (hot) brother), who were so lovely and supportive, clearly proud of their little star. The whole thing had Jorgeous in tears, but it was a much needed confidence booster, also reminding her that she has the enthusiastic support for her Season 14 sisterhood.

Willow recalled her joke from a few episodes back: “Just you watch, there’s going to be a challenge we all bomb”—very ironic in retrospect. Sometimes it sucks to be right! Do all of those psychedelic mushrooms give Willow a glimpse into the future?

I’m all in on Dove Cameron after this week. The actor/singer/former Disney Channel star was a blast on Snatch Game, a thoughtful guest judge, and a really warm presence among the girls in Untucked, sharing a wisdom beyond her years. She knew she didn’t see these queens at their best, so she reassured them that good things can come from failure (and that delusion is helpful… sometimes). What do Dove stans call themselves? I want to be part of the flock!

The Serve-ey w/ Kerri Colby

Each week, we’ll get to learn more about one of the queens of season 14 when they take our brief questionnaire, a.k.a. The Serve-ey. They’ll all get the same six questions, and then we’ll throw in one final “wildcard” question just for fun. This week: It’s everyone’s favorite auntie, Kerri Colby!

1. In keeping with the season promo’s board game theme: What was your favorite game growing up and why?

Well, I have like 3000 answers for you. I’m going to sound so weird here, but I’ve always been obsessed with games that are basically like simulations, which is kind of how I taught myself how to be the person that I wanted. This is probably going to get so deep, I apologize. But, for me, I was raised so constricted, that I didn’t have access to really explore and find the type of person that I wanted to be. So I literally would use games like The Game Of Life. I loved that game, because it kind of mapped out—in my little weird head—how I wanted things to go. Because you could either go to college or not go to college, then you’d get a better spin at life, and then if you get the $100,000 car, you can keep winning and you can retire at Millionaire Estates or Countryside Acres. So I would literally play Life all the time because I wanted to understand how life works.

And then, in a digital sense, I kind of graduated from that board-game mindset over towards things like—oh my god, I would spend hours playing Zoo Tycoon. I was obsessed because I was like, “I want to build the world!” And from my mom, I would get “screened” every time I would play games because I’d be gone for hours, so then my mom would do an inventory check of me to make sure I wasn’t misbehaving or watching porn or whatever the fuck. She’d be like, “What are you doing? What have you done on this computer? Let me see; pull up everything!” And when she would see the zoos that I would make, she sometimes would just cry because I would literally build these intricate zoos. I had all the expansion packs, so I would work on, like, restoring the endangered species and trying to find new ways make the park the best with a 100% satisfactory rating. These were the things I was obsessed with from, like, 8 to 10 years old.

And then I think I graduated from that into The Sims, and I lost my shit playing The Sims. But honestly, I tell people this: I turned the way that I played The Sims literally into the blueprint of how I live my life as Kerri. Because Kerri literally is a Sim character from the gods that I created, because I always was so obsessed with this fantasy.

Right! These games actually provide a space to explore options for yourself, even if you don’t realize it at the time.

Oh my god, yeah. And, for me, it was a projection thing because I was raised, as I’ve said, so conservative, and I felt so trapped. And I wasn’t really a rebellious person, I wasn’t like, “Fuck the system! Break everything!” I was more like, “Okay, well, I’m really unhappy. So I’m going to almost astral project through a game and try to see if I can find a life that would make me happy.” And I always knew, like, “Okay, I could actually work really hard and make this a reality.” The video game world, for the earlier parts of my life, was huge because it was my outlet, my escape.

2. How would you say the city you’re from helped define your drag?

Pretty much everything about my aesthetic—if you do your research—it comes straight out of Texas’s armpit, or asshole. I literally took that everyday bimbo, housewife, trophy wife-type vibe because—let me tell you something about Dallas, Texas: They are covered in them. You know, I couldn’t play with Barbies, but who needs those when you’re walking around malls in Texas. [Laughs.] I was obsessed with the big, blonde bombshell, and back in the time when I was being raised, the girls were wearing, you know, six-and-a-half-inch stilettos, they had all their little kids in matching outfits, getting into their all-black Chevy Suburban with black rims on the lift kit, okurrr.

So, again, it was kind of a projection thing. I would be out and about in Texas, and I would see someone who was giving what I was obsessed with, and I was like, “Can I ever like be that? I would love to be that!” I’m definitely inspired by trophy wives around the world. I love a good pageant mug, I love a good puss, just glamour-puss is forever my favorite go-to. Because you can play with glamour-puss; you can make glamour-puss a superhero, a supervillain, a supermodel, a super-slut—it’s always super though. And so I’ve always been obsessed with that aesthetic when it comes to Texas for sure.

3. With this season’s candy bar twist, I’m curious: If you were a piece of candy, what kind would you be?

Ugh, people are going to say I’m so ugly if I use this one. I mean, personally, I’m obsessed with Heath Bars, because I love anything that is like chocolate that’s wrapped around something else, that is embedded in something—that you have to, like, either suck on for a while and get every flavor, or you can just chew through it really quickly and you get hit with just a freaking umami of like, “Whoa, there’s salty, sweet, there’s nuts, there’s caramel, there’s toffee, and there’s chocolate.”

To be very honest with you—and this is not me being corny—I actually am obsessed with RuPaul’s chocolate bar. Because, when I first ate it, I was like, “What the actual fuck is in my mouth right now?” [Laughs.] Because I was like, “I taste cinnamon. I taste a sugar, I taste a little bit of caramel, I taste peanut butter.” I was like, “Wait, okay, am I crazy? Or am I tasting all these things?” And then I read the back and I was like, “Oh Miss Thing says she’s going to just mix every flavor and put it in chocolate.” I live. [Laughs.]

4. What can you tell us about your “confessional” interview look? How did you decide what to wear? What do you think it says about your style out of drag?

It’s funny because I think, to me, the confessional look was the one that I personally was the most invested in. It just meant the most to me because I’ve watched the show for years—my first introduction to Drag Race, ever, was season five. And I remember: The runway was where you got to see the queen, the Werk Room was where you got to meet the queen, and the confessional was where you got to know the queen. And, throughout my life, people have always thought so many things about me—people just have always assumed so much. I don’t I really overshare, so I usually am someone that I kind presents myself with what you see, and then you kind of think what you want about me. And then, if it’s true, I’ll tell you, and if it’s not, we’ll go with it and keep it a fantasy.

So, the confessional look, for me, was so personal because I’m far from the first trans woman to be on the show, but this was a unique opportunity where I was able to walk into the franchise being completely me. And I asked them, "Is it okay if I kind of embody a more ultra-femme spirit for my confessionals?” It wasn’t even about the drama of like, “Can you do that on Drag Race?” It’s more of a consideration thing because, you’ve got to remember, a lot of these girls put a little powder over their face, they tap their forehead with a tissue paper, and they put on a t-shirt, and then they go. So it’s a lot quicker. Versus me, being in glam, you have to make sure that you set your time aside. If we had interviews in the morning, you had to wake up extra early because you had to put on a little mug, then get my hair pressed and all this stuff. So I knew I was taking on a lot.

And this is just to any future trans girls if they want to be on the show: If you want to be glam in your interviews, prepare yourself because it’s a lot of extra work. But, for me, it was so rewarding because I want to be able to watch this back and see the person that I always hoped to see growing up watching Drag Race. So, being able to embody that—whether it’s extra, silly, funny, auntie, whatever it is—it just made me feel so much more at home, personally, because now I see someone on my screen that I identified with, and I wasn’t afraid to be extra and be that bad bitch.

5. What’s a fun fact you can share about one of your season 14 sisters that might surprise the fans?

Ooh, I have like a couple. Yes, Angeria really is shaped like the letter “P” in drag. Two, Jasmine does actually talk that much, that’s why we call her "Mouth Almighty.” Three, Daya Betty is that tall—that bitch is gigantic, especially in some of them heels. Four, Jorgeous really is that tiny; she is so small. [Laughs.] And then five is that, yes, Bosco is actually is that observant. She was so observant the whole season that I was like, “Low-key, this girl hates me.” And then especially afterwards, once the anxiety of the show was over, and with her owning her truth and coming out as Trans, I realized it wasn’t even about a negative type of observing. It was more like—with me and her the whole season—she was processing a reality that was literally just screaming and squawking and dipping and acting a fool right in front of her. And I feel like, once we left the show, it was just so amazing to see her come into herself and own her truth. I was just with her in Seattle, and we had the best time. I was giving me very, “Alexa, play Katy Perry ‘I Kissed A Girl And I Liked It.’” [Laughs.]

6. Here’s a chance to shout out another drag performer, designer, hair & makeup artist, etc… who really helped inspire you or prepare you for your journey on Drag Race.

There’s a couple people here. My number one “thank you” forever will go to my two aunties, Kylie Sonique Love and Brooke Lynn Hytes. They got me the most prepared I ever could have been to give the best of what I could have given. Brooke Lynn is, hands down, a professional and an amazing, absolute lunatic, and I love her. She’s an OCD queen as well, so she was very much telling me tips and tricks about where your headspace should be when you’re on the floor, because that headspace is going to be what keeps you and what pushes you through.

And Kylie broke down where my heart-space should be. Because she had the best insight, I think, for any of the girls who do go into this experience as a Trans woman, because she’s done the original, she found her truth, and then she came back on All Stars. And it’s not easy, but she made it look so beautiful, so graceful, and she soared through her competition and won. And so she was telling me all these little things like, when you wake up in the morning, try to do a little yoga. You’re going to be by yourself for a lot of time, so talk to yourself, but don’t be crazy about it. Literally walk yourself through each new day in the Werk Room. What can I do right now to get me in the best headspace, to be the most successful? When you’re waking up in the morning, actually take time to make your bed, lay your toothbrush out, have your favorite soap ready.

Love the experience and the experience will end up loving you back. I remember being a little stressed or freaked out so many times, you know, and it’s natural! But replaying Kylie’s kind, kind words in my head just made me feel like, “Okay, Kerri, you got this. You can wake up today—yes, you’re up super early, but you’re gonna slay it. And you’re going to enjoy this and you’re going to have fun.”

7. Wildcard: Over the course of the season, we’ve really seen you blossom into this mother figure, this support system, not only to your Trans sisters in the cast, but also to the fans online, on Twitter—

I knew you were going to bring Twitter into this because they are acting a fool right now. [Laughs.]

Well it’s because we miss seeing you on the show! We need to get our Kerri fix somewhere.

Aw, I love that so much. It makes me like pinch myself a lot because I can’t believe people actually care about my bullshit.

Let’s put a pin in the fans just for a second, because I wanted to ask: Who are some of the women—throughout your life—that have really helped lift you up and been your support system?

Oh my goodness. There are many from different stages and times, But I would say the most consistent one—when I when I look back through the journey of my of my life, there is one person who stands out to me as always being an inspiration, a goddess, a blueprint, and a mother to me, and that would be Sasha Colby. It’s funny because I guess it kind of runs in the genes, because we’re both Leos, so it’s really interesting to see how parallel a lot of our lives are. It’s insane. She is one of those people who has such an impact on people without even knowing it, without even realizing it. And, from before I met her, she inspired. She enthralled me with inspiration.

You know how normally people say, “Don’t meet your heroes”? Because, if you do, it might break your fantasy, it might shatter your world. Well, I would say with her it’s the opposite. Meeting her, she’s even more than you would have envisioned her to be. If she meets someone and she’s out and about, she’s actually going to treat you like a best friend—she’s not gonna treat you like a like a fan. If you’re in a show with her, she will actually get you in the right headspace and gets you together to make sure that you go out and you give your best, no matter what it is. It could be a show at a bar at one o'clock in the morning, or it could be a gigantic competition and pageant where she’s competing against you—she will still pour her soul out to make sure that you’re in your best headspace. Because that’s all that we can be. That’s all we can give.

My other little mother—I like to call her—out there is Mariah Carey. And she has a famous saying that she’s going to do the best she can with what she’s got. When you actually take it back home with you, it’s not saying, “I’m going to do the best always,” but “with whatever I’ve got—if I’ve got one penny, I’m going to do the best I can with it.” And both those ladies—one says it and sings it out, which we see on TV, but the other one, I have had the pleasure to actually live through that it with them, being in their truth. So it’s definitely a full circle moment.

And speaking of full circle moments, you really have become this source of inspiration for so many people Have you been surprised by the reaction since the season started airing?

Absolutely. I never thought that being called “Tranos” would be such a compliment. [Laughs.] It’s funny because some people, when they see me act a fool like that, they’re like, “Oh, there she goes, girl, it’s all going to her head.” And what’s funny is, I think that we always take things at face value, but it’s about the intention. And what is so interesting about the love that I get like—yes, it’s a little eccentric, it’s a little crazy, but I think that the kids are stir-crazy. I think they wanted a Trans Barbie doll to play with for years. And now that they have it, they kind of just have—it’s almost like someone saying, “I want a pony for Christmas,” and then someone’s like, “Well, I bought you a whole horse farm!” You know? The kids kind of lost their mind a little bit, but it’s because they are so just overwhelmed by it, by that moment.

I made a tweet—which some people have opinions about it, and it’s fine—where I was like, “Who’s ready to transition?” And people were like, “Oh my god, this girl is crazy. She is just riding the wave with this whole Trans thing.” And, well, a little bit, but I used my platform to ask a question to make people more comfortable to share. And, if you go through those comments, there are a lot of sweet angels. You can tell where their headspace is because you can see it you can feel tweets—Twitter has a weird sixth sense, and you can feel if someone’s being honest or shady, or if someone’s almost giving you a cry for help through a keyboard. You can see that there are these sweet angels that are out there like, “Oh my god, I think I’m ready. Oh my god, what is my next step?” And that is what the purpose of the tweet was. It’s not about the 10,000 people who like it and laugh at it, it’s about those 5 to 10 real people who probably never felt comfortable to talk about their truth, who never felt okay to share who they are on the inside with the public. But because of a silly girl—who acted a fool on TV and shared her truth and helped others own their truth on a show—is asking on Twitter, in an almost anonymous way, "Who’s ready to transition?” Now we have people coming forward and saying like, “Oh, you know what? I am! What are those steps?”

And that’s where I personally I take that liberty to be like, “Well, reach out to your local LGBTQ health providers—they actually can get you on hormones, they can help with access to your surgeries, or things that you might want to achieve as a woman.” But now they have the knowledge to go and seek that out. They’re not just here with a dream and no blueprint. We’re here to give the girls a little bit of what they need, or even a confidence boost, you know? Sometimes a simple gesture can go so, so, so, so far. And that’s literally what we do.

All that craziness on Twitter, that’s literally what it’s about. Because, if you look at Jesus, what did he do in the reality of the world? He walked into the absolute hottest messes of places, and he said, “I just want to be present, I just want to touch you, I just want to love you, and I just want to build you up to be something better than you were when you walked in.” And I can’t say I am Jesus, at all, in that respect. But, being raised in the church, I understand that fellowship spirit of “Let me just give you a hand, a shoulder, and a genuine heart for a moment in time. And let’s see what you do with it.” Because I guarantee you’re going to do something better than you would have done without that. You know, that’s what it’s about. And it’s a blessing.

The Looks You Didn't See

It’s practically tradition that eliminated queens will take to social media to show off the stunning looks they didn’t use on the runway. Every week, we’ll reserve this space to shout out our favorite “unseen looks.“

Kornbread “The Ankle” Jeté

@kornbreadTMFS

Walk into the room LOAF FIRST Photo: @dmvrtinez https://t.co/1l3u6rCQXk

6:46 PM - 12 Mar 2022

For the first time this season, Kornbread has graced us with a peek at the look she would’ve worn for the Holy Couture runway—and it’s a gag! Ms. Bread is our own personal Jesus, complete with a beard and the ‘ole water-into-wine trick. Praise her!! Also don’t miss: Alyssa Hunter praising pageantry, Orion Story serving flower power, plus glimpses at Kerri Colby and Kornbread’s unused Snatch Game characters.

Gagatrondra! It's The Tweets Of The Week

We wrap up every newsletter with a rundown of some of our favorite reaction tweets of the week, so use #DragRace and you may find yourself here!

Contra Versial

@VersialContra

Deja Skye on stage whilst every single queen gets dragged by all 4 judges back to back #DragRace https://t.co/Az7MBUOeBM

9:54 PM - 11 Mar 2022

Frank Costa

@feistyfrank

not Lady Camden serving Lord Farquaad 💀 #DragRace https://t.co/517keFyza3

8:37 PM - 11 Mar 2022

momo 💫

@reecie_pc

The girls in Untucked trying to figure out who’s going home this week #DragRace https://t.co/CoCLtAuUgH

9:23 PM - 11 Mar 2022

Jaime Lizardo

@jaimlizardo

#DragRace those were the days, here we go, Top 8 3 weeks in a row LET’S GO!! https://t.co/uEaAwIdf1H

11:16 PM - 11 Mar 2022

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This week on The Pit Stop, Monét X Change is joined by comedy queen Bianca Del Rio to dig into where and when this Snatch Game went so, so wrong. “Choices!,” Bianca says. Check it out below:

The Pit Stop S14 E10 | Monét X Change & Bianca Del Rio Sip N’ Snatch | RuPaul’s Drag Race

#RuPaul's Drag Race #Newsletter #Kerri Colby #Snatch Game S14 #The Sims #Zoo Tycoon

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Seth playing otome game and making commentaries: A concept.

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The Match - Part 16

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky head out on a work errand.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Hmmmmmmmmmmmm a lil’ bit of dirty talk

A/N: AND SO WE’RE BACK!!!!! I’m even more nervous posting about this??? I just hope everyone will still enjoy this one! I honestly had fun writing this sksksks I love you all and thank you as always for the support!!!!

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

The next few days were filled with coordination with suppliers and aligning with all the departments involved for the launch preparations. Although quite stressful, especially with some minor delays and revisions, the week passed by pretty quickly. Friday came which meant that Bucky was coming back to the office to join you for the food tasting.

Few text messages were exchanged between you and Bucky since that eventful encounter with his father. It was mostly about work updates and nothing too personal but with how the three dots kept on appearing and then disappearing whenever you were texting, you knew that Bucky wanted to discuss more than just work.

Were you ready to hear his side though? You told him you were finally in the right headspace to let him explain but you were afraid that it might affect your decision to leave the company.

Sighing out loud, you squeezed the bridge of your nose and stood up from your seat. You’ll cross that bridge when you get there, for now, you need caffeine in your system for a boost of energy. It was after all, just a little past eight in the morning and you wanted to grab this rare opportunity to enjoy some time alone before everyone else arrives.

You stepped foot in the pantry, expecting it to be empty at this time only to be welcomed by the sight of Bucky making coffee by the counter.

“You’re back.” you said, surprised. “And you’re early.” you added, eyeing him from head to toe.

He seemed just as surprised to see you, probably because you were never this early. Bucky looked better now and he seemed to have gained some of his weight back. He looked...relaxed, a pretty rare sight.

Bucky offered a small smile as he scratched his neck, “I needed to do something.” he said meaningfully, sliding over a hot cup of instant coffee towards you.

You looked up at him suspiciously, biting the corner of your lower lip to prevent your mouth from stretching into an amused smile.

“How did you know?” you asked.

Bucky shrugged, “I almost ordered the entire Starbucks menu and never got your order right. Frustrated the hell out of me, I’m not going to lie. Made me wonder why none of those passed your standards when they all seem pretty good to me. But then I realized that I was focused on what I thought you would like. I figured that you must have preferred something simple, I should have paid more attention to what you actually wanted.” he explained.

There was a short moment of silence between the both of you, not a tension-filled silence like the previous ones you shared with Bucky. It was comfortable and maybe even enlightening.

“Are we still talking about the coffee?” you playfully asked, bringing the cup to your lips before taking a quick sip.

Bucky chuckled, “Oh yeah, of course. This is just coffee talk, not like I’m trying to impress Shakespeare by being poetic about something.”

You nodded, impressed. “And how did you know I was coming to work this early?” you questioned again, leaning against the counter beside Bucky.

“You mentioned it in passing when we were talking about the food tasting schedule. You said you wanted to get a lot of work done before we head out by lunch time.” Bucky proudly said, lifting his eyebrow at you.

“I’m a changed man, I know how to listen now.” he teased, but part of you believed he was being serious.

You snorted, throwing your head back as you let out a laugh. “I’m sure you are, Bucky.”

“And oh, what is this deal about you asking Beverly to bring me coffee?” you finally asked.

Bucky made a face, “Yeah, about that...I hope you didn’t take it the wrong way. She only started doing it on my behalf when Janet saw me bringing coffee to your desk. I didn’t want to risk it.”

Unable to help yourself, you cursed out loud with a frown, “Fucking Janet. Again. Why is she always at the wrong place at the wrong time?!” you huffed out in irritation.

“She’s definitely something.” Bucky laughed, “I was actually so nervous when I heard the footsteps approaching that one time.”

“Not nervous enough to make you stop though.”

“You said you were close, I wasn’t going to stop then.”

“But you could’ve slowed down, that way the table wouldn’t have made so much noise; that would have spared me from sitting through an hour-long seminar about work etiquette...while you were texting me inappropriate things.”

“That got you worked up, didn’t it?” Bucky said, hiding his smirk behind his own cup of coffee as he took a quick sip.

“It actually did.” you admitted with a chuckle, clearly remembering all the filthy things that Bucky sent to you during that time.

“Can’t stop thinking about you.”

You cleared your throat and glanced around the room nervously, your eyes darting between your phone and the speaker as he talked about proper office decorum.

“In case you forgot, I’m in the work etiquette seminar right now.” you texted back and tried to focus on the speaker.

He was now going on about maintaining professional conversations with colleagues, oh the irony of it all.

Your phone buzzed again and as much as you wanted to ignore Bucky’s texts, you couldn’t help but keep on checking them out for various reasons. First, this seminar was boring the hell out of you. Second, you were horny. Third, Bucky’s outfit for the day was driving you insane— he really had the audacity to sport a crisp, white dress shirt and left the top three buttons open. He could’ve left only two buttons unpopped but he had to make it three, giving you a glimpse of his broad chest whenever he moved.

The fucking audacity.

“What’s the topic now?” the latest message from Bucky read.

You sighed in somewhat relief that he decided to text you something decent, finally. Typing in your reply, you quickly sent it and started to actually pay attention to the speaker. He was still going on about keeping things professional when talking to colleagues.

“Jokes between colleagues are inevitable, who doesn’t love a good joke, right? But ladies and gents, let’s keep it wholesome. No dirty jokes. Let’s all keep the double entendres out of our conversations with each other. Boundaries, people.” the speaker emphasized just as when you received another message from Bucky.

“Professional conversations?”

And another message, “So I can’t talk to you about how much I miss tasting that pretty little pussy?”

And another.

“Or that I can’t message you about how I get so fucking hard whenever I remember how your mouth feels like around my cock?”

“How about telling you how sexy you look whenever you walk around in those tight skirts you always wear? How I want to bunch it up to your waist so I can fuck you on my desk? Can’t talk about that too?”

Feeling your entire body heat up from Bucky’s dirty texts, you unconsciously crossed your legs tighter and began fanning yourself. You couldn’t believe you were actually in a work etiquette seminar, feeling all hot and bothered from the messages that your boss has been flooding you with.

“I can clearly remember how worked up you were on that day.” Bucky laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

“We did end up having great se—” you paused, realizing what you and Bucky were actually talking about.

The same realization must have daunted Bucky because his grin was instantly replaced with a straight face. You noticed how his ears started to turn red as he tried to focus on something else other than you.

You coughed and scratched your neck, “I uh...I have to go do some work.” you said, catching Bucky’s gaze for a split second before quickly turning around to leave the pantry.

He hummed in response, “Yes, of course. We’ll leave at around 11:30 later?”

You glanced back at him, almost laughing at how awkward he looked like standing still beside the same table he fucked you on, trying to act normal after casually talking about your previous rendezvous together.

Nodding your head, you offered him a small smile, “Yeah. Okay. See you later, then.” you said and left, rushing back to your cubicle.

You successfully managed to keep your thoughts away from your conversation with Bucky while you worked. That was until your phone buzzed with a message from Bucky, telling you that he’ll wait for you at his parking spot.

A whirlwind of emotions overwhelmed you at the fact that you’d be spending some time with Bucky alone. In his car, at the food tasting, in his car again on the way back to the office; you’d be spending pretty much the entire day with him and you weren’t sure why you felt dreadful yet nervous about it.

The way your stomach dropped felt akin to that time you had to go to work after matching with him on Tinder.

“Keep it casual, sis.” you whispered to yourself as you stepped foot in the elevator, anxiously watching the numbers on the monitor change, bringing you closer and closer to the parking level.

It felt like deja vu, being inside the elevator feeling extremely nervous. Except this time, Bucky wasn’t physically with you but mentally speaking? The man had already invaded your thoughts making you just as restless.

It was beginning to irritate you how Bucky still had somewhat the same effect on you even after everything that happened.

When you reached the parking level, you tried your best to act normal as you walked over to Bucky’s car. He was already inside and was on the phone, however, as soon as he saw you approaching, he was quick to step out and open the door for you. You softly thanked him before slipping inside the passenger’s seat.

Bucky ended the call as soon as he got inside the car, turning on the engine before smiling at you. “I’m actually excited for the food tasting.” he admitted as he began to drive.

You chuckled, “That makes two of us.” you said.

A few minutes of silence passed by but Bucky was very obvious about wanting to break it. He kept on glancing over to you, opening his mouth to say something but deciding against it. You were sure that the awkwardness will remain for as long as the two of you don’t get to talk things out so instead of prolonging it, you figured it would be best to just get it over with and cross the fucking bridge.

“We should talk.” you simply said, keeping your gaze on the road.

Bucky snapped his head towards you before quickly bringing his eyes back in front of him, “Yeah. I’ve been wanting to bring it up but just wasn’t sure whether this is the right time.” he explained.

“I don’t know where to start, honestly.” he quickly explained.

After his attempts to explain to you, he still didn’t know where to start? It sort of pissed you off and so you were unable to hold yourself back from snapping.

“I don’t know, maybe start with why you ended up making my life a living hell?” you pointed out with a nonchalant shrug.

Bucky sighed, “I didn’t mean to sound unprepared, I’m sorry.” he said.

Feeling bad that you quickly came at him like that, you nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have snapped. Just make me understand why you did that to me.” you said, turning to him.

He was already looking at you when you turned to him, staring at you with those sad eyes again. They seemed genuine though, like he had a lot that he wanted to tell you. Bucky let out another sigh, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

You gave him some time to gather his thoughts, letting him drive in silence without forcing him to talk. Bucky seemed to be really lost as to where to begin and although you understood how difficult it must be for him, you were also struggling because you didn’t know what to expect from him.

“I was afraid of losing you, the same way I lost people I really cared for.” he finally began before you could even say something.

“And the more I tried to do something to make you stay, I always ended up pushing you further away. I cared for you...I still do.” he said.

You shrugged, “Why’d you hurt me then?”

Bucky’s body language gave away how tensed he was. He kept on fiddling in his seat, his eyes darting between the road and his rearview mirror as if he was trying to avoid your gaze. He licked his lips as he took in a deep breath, exhaling before finally looking at you in the eyes with a certain emotion that for some reason, made you nervous.

“I grew up not knowing how to lo—”

“You’ve arrived at your destination.” the GPS cut off.

The defeated look Bucky had on his face made you slightly chuckle, easing up the atmosphere a bit. He rolled his eyes and took his phone, making a face at it, “I thought I muted you.” he whispered to himself before shaking his head in disappointment.

“Guess you’ll have to save it for later.” you said before stepping out of the car, hearing Bucky softly curse to himself.

Bucky trailed behind you as you approached the middle-aged lady at the reception of the fancy restaurant. You could literally feel the sullen mood that was emanating from Bucky even though he was behind you and honestly, it was very satisfying to witness. The universe must have been on your side, perhaps this was its way of showing Bucky that he needed to earn the chance to explain by being even more patient.

“Excuse me?” you called out to the lady, “We’re here for the—”

“The food tasting! Yes, I was told about your schedule.” the lady said with a chirpy attitude, smiling widely at you and Bucky. “We have reserved a private room for the both of you, please do follow me.” she said and led the way.

The lady sat you and Bucky down inside the private room, excusing herself to fetch the appetizers. As soon as the lady was out, Bucky wasted no time to turn to you to continue with his explanation.

“As I was saying, I didn’t know ho—”

“For our appetizers, we have prepared a great line-up that I’m sure your guests will enjoy.” the lady came back almost immediately, opening the door to allow the waiters inside.

Bucky grunted before looking up at the lady, forcing a smile despite his irritation, “Thank you, now would it be alright to give us some privacy to discuss our thoughts on these appetizers?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Oh, I would love to hear some feedback. Both the good and bad but hopefully, all good.” she chuckled, “Please do enjoy yourselves, it always excites me seeing the look on the couple’s faces when they first have a taste of their food for the reception.”

The lady’s statement made you pause before you could even take a bite from your food because did you just hear her correctly? When you glanced at Bucky he was already giving you the exact same look of confusion.

“I’m sorry, did you just say...couple?” you asked, placing your fork back down on the plate.

The lady nodded enthusiastically, “It’s the food tasting for your wedding reception, am I right?”

“It’s for a corporate event.” you quickly corrected.

“Oh my, in our records it says that the food tasting was for Mister and Mrs. Barnes.” the lady said with a frown.

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets because the last thing you were expected to hear was to be addressed as Mrs. Barnes. Turning over to Bucky, you noticed that he had that familiar glint in his eyes. He rubbed his chin as he nodded, biting back a smile but failing to do so.

“There must have been a misunderstanding because although you got the name correctly, this isn’t for a wedding. Like I said, it was for our company event.” you sputtered.

“Are you not Mister Barnes?” the lady asked Bucky to which he confirmed with a firm nod.

“And you are…” she turned to you.

“Definitely not Mrs. Barnes.” you quickly responded. “It’s for Barnes Group of Companies. An event. Not a wedding. We are not engaged.” you defended.

The lady looked utterly embarrassed at the misunderstanding and went on to apologize, stating that the fault was on their behalf and if you and Bucky were willing to wait, they would quickly prepare the food from one of their corporate packages instead.

Expecting Bucky to be furious, you were surprised to see him unbothered as he started tasting each of the appetizers.

“Well, these are good and I would hate to cause their kitchen inconvenience by having them start over again. Perhaps we can stick to their wedding reception menu?” he asked with a smirk, “Would that alright for you, honey?” he teased, raising an eyebrow at you.

That goddamn eyebrow raise was going to be the death of you and your pride.

The lady burst out chuckling, “I extremely apologize for this but we would definitely understand if you would like to reschedule instead.” she offered.

Bucky wiped his mouth with a napkin, “Oh no, it’s fine. I do think these are delicious, I have no problems with proceeding with the food tasting. How about we ask the missus what she thinks?” he continued to joke around, lifting both his eyebrows as he turned to you.

Just as when you thought the universe was finally on your side, this happened. Bucky was obviously enjoying the situation and making the most out of it. Seeing that Bucky and the lady were waiting for your decision, you merely shrugged.

“Yeah, okay. We’re already here, aren’t we?”

The lady thanked you and Bucky, laughing as she went on to ask the waiters to bring in the next course before following them out of the room. You were about to confront Bucky for tolerating the mistake when you were once again interrupted. This time though, it was the ringing of your phone. Excusing yourself, you stood up and went over to one corner of the room before accepting the call.

“Hi, this is Maria from Shield Recruitment Firm. We have received your resume and I was informed that you were referred by Mister Steve Rogers. I would like to invite you for an interview on Monday at 10:30am. The company remains confidential for now but rest assured that it will be disclosed during the interview.” the woman said.

You’d completely forgotten about submitting your resume to where Steve worked. You tried to recall what he said it was, something about a small hotel? Honestly, you were too busy to even think about it. It was just the first interview anyway so you didn’t really have to worry about it.

“Thanks so much for reaching out, I’m free on Monday.” you confirmed.

“Great, I’ll be sending you the address and some forms you have to fill up prior to the interview. Thank you so much.” Maria said and ended the call.

“Everything alright?” Bucky asked as soon as you sat back down next to him.

You nodded, “Yeah, that was uhh...I have to file for a leave on Monday. For umm...an interview.” you said.

You were directly reporting to Bucky so he sort of needed to know about your leaves and whatnot. Besides, your resignation wasn’t a secret so there was no use keeping your job hunt a secret. Bucky’s face fell when you told him the truth but he quickly brushed it off with a tight-lipped smile.

“I understand.” he said.

Your phone suddenly buzzed, distracting you from Bucky’s crestfallen expression. Looking down at the screen, you saw that an unknown number had messaged you.

Had to bribe our HR with some strawberry tarts to get your number lol I heard about your interview on Monday and I just wanted to wish you good luck! 👍🏻Let me know how it goes? 😊 - 🍓🍰🧍

Before you could even process the message, another one appeared below it.

Those emojis stand for Strawberry Tart Guy btw 😅

Steve’s explanation for the emojis made you snort out loud, catching Bucky’s attention who happened to look down at your phone before you could even exit the messaging app.

“That seems unprofessional.” Bucky commented, unable to help himself.

You turned to him with a frown, “Reading messages not meant for you? That seems rude.”

Bucky’s face softened up, “I’m sorry.” he apologized. Again. You couldn’t even keep track of how many times he said sorry to you today.

“I’m still working on it.” Bucky said, “I’m really trying to become better and it’s hard when so many things are testing me and my patience.”

“Or lack thereof.” you added sarcastically.

“I know, I know. Again, I’m sorry.” Bucky sighed and kept his head low before straightening up once more.

He turned to you with a bothered expression on his face, “Okay but may I respectfully ask who Strawberry Tart Guy is?”

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Make You Mine

Pairing: father's best friend!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

Genre: Smut with hints of angst and fluff

*18+ only; please do not consume if you are younger than 18 years old*

Warnings: possessiveness, jealousy, age gap, alcohol consumption, drunk dad, hickies, oral sex (f receiving), missionary sex, rough sex, squirting, creampie, hungover dad

*Please note that you are responsible for your own media consumption. If any of these warnings trigger you or make you uncomfortable, please do not read!*

Summary: At your college graduation party, your father’s best friend, Tom Hiddleston, shows his true feelings towards you after seeing you with your guy friend the whole night.

Word Count: 6k

Notes: Prepare yourselves, friends, this one is gonna be a long ride. This piece is for the lovely Eyre’s (@buckyownsmylife) anniversary challenge. I had so much fun writing it tbh this is my favorite so far and I really hope you enjoy this. You have been a huge inspiration and an amazing friend. Honestly, this is the most enthusiastic I have ever been towards writing so I owe all of that to you! Thank you @give-me-a-moose for being my cheerleader while writing and for beta reading. Your feedback and support helped me tremendously :) The graphic below was made by me, however, I do not own any of the photos included. Please be gentle with me because this is my first attempt at graphics ;-;

Prompt: Character = Tom Hiddleston surprise surprise xD

AU = father’s best friend

Kinks = possessive/jealous/protective & angst to smut

“Congratulations, honey, I am so proud of you!” your father concluded, followed by a crowd of claps and cheers. Your eyes filled with joyful tears as your father finished his speech and took a swig of his beer. You had just graduated from undergrad and your father threw you a party for your special milestone. He loved throwing parties and it seemed like every opportunity he got, there would be a party in your backyard. Since you were the only child and your mother hasn’t been in the picture for years, you were your father’s pride and joy and he would go the distance for you without hesitation.

“I think I will make a speech for the graduate as well,” your father’s best friend, Tom, called out, rushing over to where you stood. Your cheeks warmed up as Tom snatched the microphone from your dad. The brim of your drink hit your lips and you chugged the rest of your cocktail. He grinned down at you before beginning a heartfelt speech about how he was glad you received a BFA in acting and you went to him for any advice. Tom went on about how he was privileged to watch you grow up and be another father figure to you. Hearing him call himself a father figure made your heart drop, yet you smiled past it as he continued his speech. A few Shakespeare quotes and words of affirmation later, Tom made a toast to you and brought you into a hug.

You had a secret crush on Tom for as long as you could remember. As a child, you would innocently tell your dad that you wanted to marry Tom, bringing your dad into a fit of laughter. You even cried when your dad had to tell you that you could not marry him because he was too old for you. Luckily, he made it up to you by buying you a stuffed plush that you have been wanting for Christmas. He never told Tom about it to avoid embarrassment every time Tom was over at the house.

As you grew older, you stopped vocalizing your love for Tom, but your feelings for him always lingered. Your dad assumed that you stopped liking Tom after the talk you two had and the assumption was confirmed when you started dating in high school. You only had a few boyfriends but they were nothing compared to Tom. You thought that dating guys your age would hide the fact that you were still in love with Tom, but it ended up hurting the guys you dated.

Once you started college, you decided to pursue acting because you were so amazed by how talented and passionate Tom was towards acting. You felt comfortable enough asking him for advice and he was more than happy to offer any advice that would help you grow as an actor. Tom and your dad attended every single performance during your undergrad years and talked to you for hours about how talented you were. It may have hurt you that Tom only saw you as his best friend’s daughter, but you were grateful that he made you feel safe and seen.

Your dad turned the playlist back on and everyone returned to socializing amongst each other. Tom followed your dad to a table and chatted about the party. Meanwhile, you went to the bar and made yourself another cocktail. A pair of hands grabbed your shoulders causing you to jump and spill your drink. You turned around defensively and rolled your eyes at the person behind you.

“Really, Sean? You owe me another drink,” you scolded your best friend, jabbing him in the chest with your finger. He laughed, pushing you to the side to make you the drink you spilled.

“You sure you haven’t had enough?” Sean joked, pouring juice and alcohol into a new cup. You slapped his shoulder causing him to laugh again. He handed you your drink and you both clinked your cups together. As you sipped your drink, you noticed Tom eyeing you from the table he and your dad sat at. From the look in his eyes, you couldn’t tell if he was drunk or upset or feeling something else. You pondered on any reason he would be mad at you, if he were actually mad at you. Tom was a mysterious man, even if you knew him all your life.

“Staring at Tom Hottieston again?” Sean mocked, drawing your attention back to him. You blushed but it wasn’t from the alcohol. He laughed at how dumbfounded you looked and took another sip. With Sean being your best friend, he knew about your secret infatuation with Tom. He was the only other person, in fact the only person, that you have told about Tom. It was wrong and weird to be in love with someone who was like another dad to you, but luckily, Sean was supportive and didn’t judge you.

“You know what, if you won’t do anything, I will,” Sean added. You shushed him in annoyance, looking over to Tom. Even though he was talking to your now drunk dad, it was as if his eyes never left you.

“Can we not have this conversation here?” you said in a low voice. Sean looked over to where Tom sat and Tom suddenly turned his gaze towards your dad.

“Fine, let’s go inside,” Sean suggested, turning on his heels to walk into the house. Before you followed him inside, you looked back to find your dad drinking another shot with some of his friends. They all cheered for him while Tom relaxed into his chair, drinking bottled water. You sighed and shook your head at your drunk dad and walked into the house. Even with your back turned to him, you could still feel Tom’s gaze lingering on you.

The party died down and you and Sean were waiting on the couch for his Uber to pick him up. The two of you spent the last two hours talking about Tom and how gorgeous and caring he was. You stopped talking as you heard Tom walk in with your dad.

“C’mon, Phil, just a few more steps inside,” Tom heaved with your dad practically slung around him. Your dad muttered some incoherent words, leading him to tumble over his steps. Your instincts took over and you and Sean ran to help your dad stand up straight.

“You okay, sir?” Sean asked. Your dad grunted and tried to play it off as if he wasn’t drunk. You and Tom just sighed.

“How about we try to sit him down,” Tom interrupted, leading them to the couch you were just sitting on. The men successfully plopped your dad on the couch where he immediately fell asleep. Tom sat on the vacant side of the couch, patting your dad on the shoulder. The living room was silent until Sean’s phone buzzed.

“Oh, looks like my Uber is here,” he announced. Tom stood up to thank Sean for coming and shook his hand in a seemingly painful grip that made Sean wince. Once Tom released him, you led Sean to the door, also thanking him. Before Sean stepped outside the door, he whispered a suggestive good luck and winked at you. You shut the door on him and groaned at the mess you had to clean up.

“This is going to be fun cleaning up,” you sarcastically mumbled to yourself. You began picking up empty cups and stacking them together.

“No, darling, allow me!” Tom butted in, trying to grab the trash from you. “This was your party. You shouldn’t have to clean.”

“It’s fine, Tom, just at least let me help.” Tom nodded and you both continued cleaning around the house. You both made small talk as the house and backyard became more presentable. You could still feel Tom’s eyes burning into you to the point where you would clean up the outside while he stayed inside. Once the backyard was back to normal, and you were comfortable facing Tom again, you walked back inside to find Tom washing his hands.

“So, that Sean guy is pretty cool,” Tom blurted uncharacteristically. You blinked in confusion at his tone as he dried his hands. Tom furrowed his eyebrows anticipating how you would respond.

“Uh yeah, he’s a good friend,” you awkwardly replied, joining him by the sink. You focused on cleaning your hands as Tom rolled his eyes at your reply. Your muscles tensed and you shut the water off. You aggressively shook your hands, not caring where the water droplets would land.

“Is something wrong? You have been acting really weird the whole night and you’re normally not like this,” you finally addressed with an irked tone. Tom scoffed at you, unphased by your annoyance. You were growing angrier by the minute but you still stood your ground.

“Are you two seeing each other? If you are, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Tom stated. You grimaced at the thought of being with your best friend.

“What? No, we’re not dating- Where are you even getting this idea from? We’re just friends!” you yelled. You pushed past him without even thinking about where to go. You barely made it out of the kitchen when his next words stopped you in his tracks.

“Don’t give me that! I saw how you looked at him and how he touched you. Friends don’t act like that-”

“Yeah, I know that you saw that because you were staring at me the whole damn night! Didn’t anyone tell you it was rude to stare? And I honestly have no idea what you mean when you say that I look at him a certain way.” You let out an irritated sigh before continuing. “It’s like you’re jealous of him or something.”

“Well, maybe I am!” Tom shouted, running a hand through his hair. “You’re just settling and wasting your time only to be unhappy later. I know you can do better than this because you deserve better!” You felt any remaining traces of alcohol leave your system. Yet you were still in disbelief from what he was saying.

“What are you trying to say, Thomas?” you spat through gritted teeth. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat and your nails claw into your palms.

“I’m saying that I am in love with you!” Tom finally admitted, throwing his hands up in defeat. His words pierced through your heart but he wasn’t even done. “I know I shouldn’t because of Phil and our age difference but god damn it, I don’t care anymore! I have loved you since you were 18 and started acting. I saw the way your eyes sparkled every time you were on stage. And then the way you smiled when you greeted me every time I came over. God, you are beautiful when you smile! I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a long time and I don’t know what to do with them, especially because you’re Phil’s daughter and you probably see me as just another dad. Fuck it, I love you, and I’m not ashamed to admit it!”

You didn’t realize your eyes welled up until a single tear fell from your eye. Every word that came out of Tom’s mouth was everything you had dreamed of and it still didn’t feel real. Tom unclenched his muscles that he didn’t know were tensed. He inched closer to you but still leaving a space between you two. You peered up into his blue eyes that also glossed with tears.

“Y-you love me?” You finally choked out. It was your turn to take a step towards him, closing the respectable space between your bodies. Your heart beat so harshly against your chest and throat that you worried Tom would be able to hear it.

“Yes, darling, I always have,” Tom began, a tear trickling down his cheek. You have never seen Tom cry so you knew his words were genuine. He stepped closer to you until he was able to place his hands on your shoulders.

“But if you don’t feel the same way, I get it. You’re-” Tom couldn’t finish his sentence as your hands ran up to his chest.

“No. I do.” You muttered as another tear dropped onto the floor. “I love you, too, Tom!” Your bodies were now pressed against each other and your heartbeats synced together as you quietly stayed in this moment. Your eyes were focused on his lips that curved into an adoring smile, and you could tell he was doing the exact same with you. His hands that were on your shoulders grabbed your jaw and he leaned forward to press his lips onto yours.

You gasped against his lips and your hands snaked around his neck to deepen your kiss. Part of you wanted to believe all of this was a dream but the other part of you screamed this is real, you fucking idiot, just kiss him. Tom’s lips were so warm and soft, maybe even softer than you imagined them to be. They smashed against yours in a fiery passion that would make it impossible to put out even with strenuous attempts. When you thought the kiss was over, Tom reeled you back in and took your breath away all over again.

The kiss was interrupted by loud snores that came from the living room. Both of your heads turned in the direction of the noise and you both giggled remembering your drunk father passed out on the couch.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think he heard us. He will most likely be knocked out cold for the rest of the night,” you reassured. Tom laughed, turning his head back to you.

“Well, I have known Phil longer than you have been alive. I know he will be okay.” He pressed a gentle kiss on top of your head that still made your knees weak.

“So, uhh, now what?” you inquired. You realized the gears in Tom’s head were turning as a playful grin splayed on his face.

“Darling, remind me where your room is,” Tom said, scratching the stubble on his cheek.

“Oh, it’s upstairs and just go to the very end of the hall,” you replied pointing in the direction of the stairs. Tom nodded while gazing up and down your body. When you tried to ask why, Tom hoisted you up and tossed you over his shoulder.

“Thomas!” you yelped, instantly covering your mouth in fear that your sleeping father might have heard you. Luckily, another snore echoed against the walls of the living room. “What are you doing? Put me down!” you protested. Tom simply snickered and proceeded with carrying you up the stairs. You were impressed and slightly turned on by how easily he held you over his shoulder. A shiver crept up your spine as he wrapped a strong arm around your waist once he reached the top of the stairs.

“Tom, is there a reason for all this?” you asked the man underneath you. You were naive to think he would tell you but instead, he just chuckled again. Once he arrived at your room, he kicked the door open and shut it right behind him. He wasted no time in throwing you onto your bed and crawling on top of you. Tom held himself above you with his muscular arms, and a strand of hair dangled in front of his face.

“I’m gonna do what I should have done when I first fell in love with you. Make you mine.” With that, Tom’s lips were on yours for the third time that night. You pulled him close to your body with your arms as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Feeling his tongue flick along yours was the hottest thing you have ever experienced and you craved more of it.

“Tell me you love me, darling,” Tom whispered against your lips. You kissed him passionately but quickly.

“I love you, Tom! I love you so much!” you breathed out, lips still brushing against one another.

“Say it again, baby, I love hearing you say it,” he commanded, desperation clear in his voice.

“I love you so fucking much Tom! You’re all I ever wanted. Make me yours,” you exclaimed with a fiery kind of love.

“God, I fucking love you, too! I love you, darling,” Tom mumbled, kissing down to where your jaw and neck met. You giggled feeling Tom’s stubble tickle every spot he kissed. As his lips pecked down your neck, they lingered longer and became more sensual. You tried to stifle a moan as he licked and sucked the crook of your neck. He pulled away admiring the mark he left on you.

“Fuck, you’re mine, baby!” Tom groaned as a sultry darkness clouded his light blue eyes. “All mine!”

“Gimme more! Please! I want more, Tom!” you whimpered. You didn’t care one bit about how marked up your neck would be in the morning. You couldn’t even think about how you would explain how your neck became so discolored to someone, let alone your father. All you cared about was how badly you wanted Tom and how badly he wanted you.

Tom fulfilled your pleas, making sure that no part of your neck was neglected. As he left one last love bite on your neck, he pulled your sundress off, leaving you only in your thong. Tom’s mouth flew open and a moan came out. His pants grew uncomfortably tighter at the sight of you almost naked before him.

“Such a naughty girl! Wearing no bra,” Tom tutted, his large hands cupping your breasts. You shivered as your nipples hardened under his palms. Tom chuckled, “Hmm interesting, I wonder what would happen when I ever so slightly-” His thumbs rubbed against your nipples to test his theory. Just as he predicted, you contorted your body and moaned while shutting your eyes.

“It’s okay, baby girl. I know it feels good. It will feel much better if you opened your eyes and watched how good I make you feel.”

You opened your eyes as he squeezed your breasts that were covered in goosebumps. Without breaking eye contact, Tom lowered his head to latch his mouth to one of your breasts while massaging the other. He gently but teasingly flicked the tip of his tongue against your nipple before biting and sucking into the soft flesh. His name dragged erotically from your mouth as patches of hickies formed around your breast. Tom smirked before repeating the same attack to your other breast.

“So beautiful, covered in my marks, darling,” Tom husked, tracing his long fingers along your bruises. “Is this what you wanted, hmm? For your dad’s best friend to wreck that beautiful body of yours?” All you could respond with was a low moan, which made Tom laugh. “I know, sweet girl, I wanted the same thing.” Tom lifted his shirt off his body and tossed it to where your sundress laid. Your mouth watered at how his body was sculpted like a god, and that was just him without his shirt. Tom’s lips curved into a smug smile when he caught you staring at his muscles.

“Don’t be shy, baby. You can touch me, after all, I am yours.” That was all he needed to say before you eagerly reached out to run your hands slowly up his abs to his chest. Tom moaned blissfully as you sat up to kiss from his collarbone down to his pecs. He let out a surprised gasp when you bit and sucked a bruise into his pec in the same fashion that he did to you. You kissed over the mark, satisfied with how flustered you made him.

“Mine,” you whispered before pulling him into a heated kiss. As your lips mashed together, you felt Tom’s cock poke your thigh through his pants. You tried to reach down to grab it but Tom pushed you back down on the bed, spreading your legs again. As much as he yearned for your dainty hands to engulf his thick cock, he realized that your pleasure was also his. And so as long as you were pleased, so was he.

“No, darling, not yet. Let me take care of you and show you what you have been missing.” Tom peppered kisses all over your thighs before sliding your panties off of you. Instead of discarding them in the pile of clothes on the floor, he shoved them in his back pocket. You tried to protest but he held up his hand to shut you up.

“They’re mine now,” he hissed possessively, inching down to where you wanted him most. His breath ghosted over your exposed skin, causing you to bite your lower lip. “Mmm, and this pussy,” he paused, inhaling your scent, “this pussy is all mine!”

“Please, Tom, I-I want-” you begged once his face was right in front of your dripping pussy. Tom grinned at how aroused he made you. He considered teasing you until you broke down crying for him, but he was more interested in tasting your delicious pussy presented for him.

“Who do you belong to, darling?” Tom asked, peering up at you through his eyelashes. His pink lips were pursed as if he was ready to wrap them around your clit. Instead, they just hung there to toy with you until you told him what he wanted to hear.

“Y-you, Tom, I belong to you!” you whimpered. “Please, just eat my pussy, p-please!” Tom let out a faint fuck before diving straight to your pussy. You cried out in relief and pleasure as Tom finally gave into your desires, using his tongue and lips to explore your wet center.

“Y-yes T-Tom yes, ohh f-fuck,” you stuttered, hearing your voice change in pitch. Tom moaned against you, causing vibrations to flow from your folds up to the top of your spine. You couldn’t see, but he managed to take off his pants and boxers all while his mouth was still attached to your pussy. He warmed up his cock with his fist as he shoved his tongue inside your moist opening. You widen your legs more so you could push him further in between your legs and grind on his face.

“Fuck yeah, baby! Fuck my face like that,” Tom growled, his lips shining with your slickness. “So fucking hot, shit!” You gripped his hair for leverage as you bucked your hips on his mouth while his tongue did figure eights inside you. You hummed his name like a broken record as your lower stomach twisted into a knot.

“T-Tom, I-I fuck,” you whined, “m-make me cum, Tommy, ahhh!” Hearing you call him Tommy in that high pitched voice drove him to intensify his assault on your pussy. He moved his hand faster on his dick, making it grow harder and longer.

“Cum on my mouth, pretty girl!” Tom ordered, licking a stripe on your clit. “And say my name like that, sounded so sexy.” Tom sealed his lips around your clit to harshly suck it. A few sucks later, that knot in your stomach snapped, causing streams of your wet climax to flow from your pussy. You screamed his name the way he liked it, followed by breaths of curse words. Tom removed his mouth from you as you tried to calm yourself down. He gathered your juices from his face onto his hand and used it as lube to jerk his cock. You felt your pussy flutter again as you watched his length pulse and grow in his hand. Tom positioned himself over you again, slapping his cock against your sensitive hole. You jumped but he pressed your hips back on the bed with his free hand.

“Tommy-y-y, i-it’s so hard,” you mewled, “I want you inside me, please, baby!” You were overly turned on by how huge his cock was. All you could think about was finally being able to make love to the man you secretly longed for. Normally, you would not let any man inside you without a condom, but if Tom’s intention was to make you his, then there was no need for one. Besides, you wanted to feel every bit of him while he was inside you.

“Oh I know, baby. So needy,” Tom taunted, one corner of his mouth curving upward to a smirk, “if anything hurts, tell me, okay?” You nodded with a barely audible mhm. He lined himself at your entrance and slowly pushed himself past your folds. You flinched once he was halfway inside you, wondering how he would make you feel if he were all the way in.

“Are you okay, darling?” Tom asked, holding your hand tenderly.

“More than okay,” you smiled up into his light eyes. “I am yours, and that’s all I ever wanted.” Tom bent down to kiss you lovingly while pushing further into you. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he started thrusting in and out of you. This was everything you had ever dreamed of and you were over the moon that it was coming true. You felt Tom interlock his hands with yours and he pinned them above your head. Carnal bliss took over your body as Tom’s thrusts become more rhythmic.

“You’re so big, Tommy,” you murmured, stretching around his girth. “I love how good you feel inside me.” Tom threw one of your legs over his shoulder to deepen his strokes. It allowed him to hit that sweet spot inside of you that made you scream out his name. “Holy fuck! You’re so deep, I love it. I want it. I want more!”

“Yeah, baby, you like how I fuck you? All nice and deep like this? God, you’re so fucking tight! I bet you’ve never had someone so big inside you huh?” Tom’s dirty words became filthier each time he harshly pounded into you. You badly wanted to release yourself from his grip around your wrists so you could touch him. Too bad his hands had you locked in place. He chuckled darkly, “I love this pussy so much, baby girl. It’s my pussy now. Mine to play with. Mine to lick, tease, and fuck. Whenever I want. For as long as I want.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he tortured you with his dirty words and hard thrusts.

“I’m yours, baby, all yours,” you wailed, “Ahh, I wanna cum again.” You sensed that familiar knot in your stomach again. Tom let go of your hands so he could rub your clit to the same rhythm of his strokes.

“Cum for me again, darling!” He grunted, “I know you can do it. Make those pretty noises so everyone knows who the fuck you belong to.” His fingertips circled on your clit as his tip pressed against your G-spot. His cock slipped out of you as you erupted into euphoria. You were so overwhelmed with ecstasy that you didn’t notice yourself squirting all over Tom’s lower half. An animal-like growl came from his throat, snapping you back to your senses. You too were amazed that you actually squirted since you didn’t think it was possible.

“Oh my fucking god, that’s so hot!” Tom growled, using his engorged cock to soak up your wetness. You squeaked when he pushed your thighs further back and started pumping inside you again. You clutched onto his wrists as he brutally penetrated you, his cock throbbing inside of you.

“F-feels s-s-so g-good, ohh my god!” you panted, drunk off your second orgasm and feeling your third one creeping up. You could tell Tom was close to his orgasm as he moaned your name and sunk his nails into your thighs.

“I’m so close, baby,” Tom whimpered with desperation in his voice. “I’m gonna cum inside that pussy and make you mine. I love you so much!” You could never get tired of hearing him say those words.

“Cum inside me, Tommy! Please, I want it so bad,” you pleaded. “I want all of you. Please cum baby please!” With that, you and Tom climaxed together, holding each other like your lives depended on it. His mouth was wide open as sensual moans escaped his mouth. Your insides grew warm and full as his cum painted your walls. Once he was done filling you to the brim, his lips lazily captured yours and you slowly kissed each other.

“How are you feeling, darling?” Tom asked softly. “Did I go too hard on you?” You shook your head amongst the afterglow. He whispered praises and left butterfly kisses on your forehead until you both caught your breaths. A few moments later, Tom pulled out of you and you felt the mixture of sex trickled from your used hole, making you shutter with sensitivity.

“I’ll be back with a warm towel, okay, baby?” he added before heading into the bathroom. While Tom was gone, you gathered the cum leaving your body onto your finger and you pushed it back inside you. You figured it would be less to clean and it would please Tom knowing that you didn’t let any trace of him leave you. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a small velvet box tied together by a white ribbon. You snatched it off your nightstand and you eagerly unraveled the ribbon to open the box.

“I see you found the gift I got you,” Tom announced, standing in the doorway with a wet cloth in his hand. You directed your attention towards him and took a moment to admire how he looked naked. You were in awe of how built his muscles were, along with how hair trailed down from in between his chest to his groin. Even soft, his dick was still bigger than any that you have ever seen before. Tom snickered when he caught you gawking over him and joined you on the bed again.

“See something you like, darling?” Tom stated more like a confirmation rather than a question. You blushed and hid your laugh behind your hand. Tom didn’t need an explanation from you. After having sex with him, he knew you were just as crazy for him as he was for you.

“Go ahead and look at what I got you, I think you will like it,” he winked before dabbing in between your legs with the towel. As Tom cleaned your body, you opened the box to reveal a layered pearl necklace with a heart charm. You gasped at how beautiful the necklace was, making Tom smile at your reaction.

“Tom, it’s beautiful!” you exclaimed, pulling it from the box. “I love it. Thank you so much!” You threw your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

“C’mere and let me put it on you, baby girl,” Tom demanded, pulling you into his lap. You handed him the necklace and watched him concentrate on hooking it properly. He trailed his hand down the pearls and held the charm in his hand. He hummed in satisfaction to himself.

“There you go, now everyone will know you’re mine.” Tom beamed a pretty smile and you had no choice but to kiss him again. You tangled your hands in his hair and ground your bare pussy on his cock. Tom pulled away from your lips and giggled.

“Slow down, my love,” he cooed. You gushed at his new pet name for you. “As much as I love making you feel good, we both need rest.” If exhaustion didn’t take over your body, you would have pouted until Tom caved in and fucked you again. Ultimately, you agreed that sleep was what was best, especially with the chance of your dad waking up. You both sunk into the pillows and you curled into his side while he held you tenderly. You traced the grooves of his muscles while he stroked your hair.

“I love you, Tom! I love you so much!” you yawned. Before you drifted into slumber, he whispered the same three words back to you.

You woke up to the soreness of your body taking over as you recalled the events of last night. Stretching your arms, you noticed the opposite side of your bed empty. A wave of sadness rolled over you, longing for Tom’s presence again. Did he realize that last night was a mistake and he ran off before you could wake up? Did your dad find out about you two? Did he really mean everything he said?

Suddenly, the smell of frying bacon and eggs filled your nose. It was strange to hear cooking downstairs because your dad could not cook even if he had to save your life. The puzzle pieces came together once you heard not one but two men conversing and laughing.

Tom!

You happily giggled to yourself, looking down and clutching the necklace he gave you before you fell asleep in his embrace. While reminiscing on that particular moment, you also remembered something else.

You cursed under your breath eyeing the hickies that coated your body. The love bites made you feel sexy and wanted, but you wouldn’t let yourself be caught dead with them, especially with your father now awake. Luckily, it was gloomy outside so you could get away with wearing a turtleneck. Wincing in pain, you hobbled out of your bed to your closet. That was a sting that you could get used to. You put on one of your turtleneck sweaters with black sweatpants, doing a once over in the mirror by your door. Pulling your necklace from behind the collar, you felt confident enough to go downstairs.

Walking down the stairs was more of a struggle than you anticipated it to be. Your pussy was still swollen and your legs felt like jelly with each step you took. If it weren’t for the rails, you would have tumbled down and had to have your dad or Tom come save you. Not that it would have been a bad thing.

“Ahh, good morning, Sleeping Beauty!” your father called out once you entered the kitchen. You greeted him and hugged him from his chair as he took a sip of water. Although you were glad that he appeared to be a lot better than last night, you hoped that he was drunk enough to not be aware of what happened last night between you and Tom. Meanwhile, Tom was fixing three different plates of breakfast. He spun around and met your gaze, grinning from ear to ear.

“Eat up darling, I made your favorite,” Tom chirped, handing you two plates for you and your dad. You thanked him and he walked past you to subtly brush his hand against your lower back. He winked at you when he caught you shivering against his touch. You would get back at him for that later.

Once you were all gathered at the table, you all simultaneously took a bite of the food Tom cooked. Your dad sighed once a combination of bacon and eggs hit his taste buds.

“Thomas, I cannot thank you enough for being such an amazing friend and for treating my little girl the way you do. I honestly don’t know what I would do without you, man,” your dad stated, still slurring his words. Tom firmly patted him on the upper back, which was his way of telling your dad that he loved him.

“Aww, Phil. You know I would move mountains for you.” Tom responded before shooting you a sly wink across the table. “For both of you.” Even if he didn’t specify it, you knew his words were mostly directed at you. You knew because the necklace that hung around your neck already confirmed his love for you. It was a promise of the future the two of you would have together. A reminder that you were his and he was yours.

And what more could you possibly want?

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glorified-red · 3 years

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What would the batboys be like as wingmen? Rank them best to worst.

Thank you for the request!

Batboys as Wingmen

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warnings: none

My thumb is almost healed you guys :))) Just a lil sore

Jason Todd

Jason is a closeted hopeless romantic

Home boy reads Shakespeare in his free time and probably has a collection of young adult books

So its pretty obvious that if you need to woo someone, Jason has a few tricks up his sleeve

He will easily slip into the role of ‘sarcastic wingman that makes you look good’ or the ‘sarcastically witty best friend’

He can see you ogle from across the room, its not hard to trace your stare to the person of interest

Tap your foot and tease you about the possible suitor, when you express blatant interest he won't hesitate to give it to you straight

If he knows the person (say its one of his friends) he’ll give you pointers and tips about what they’re into

If he doesn't know the person, give him a few minutes to scout scare them out

From there he will give you no bullshit

Tell you the ups and downs of the suitor and things he’s picked up on

“Really Y/n? Them? Their shirt collar has a stain on it.”

“I wouldn't. They ordered a Jager Bomb, they probably have a shitty tattoo on their ass.”

He has decent pep talks

Sounds like a tired football coach who is one season away from retiring, but decent nonetheless

“Don't slouch like that they’re gonna think your spine is broken.”

“Just go out there and try your best, but if you don't come back with a phone number you have to pay the tab.”

Will laugh his ass off if you fail and will tease you about it endlessly

But if his teasing crosses the line or you're really bummed out about the failed attempt, he’ll treat you to ice cream and maybe go on a tangent about how stupid they are for denying you anyway

Dick Grayson

Dick knows exactly what to tell you for a confidence boost

He can go on about how great you look or how amazing you are for hours until you have just the right amount of pizazz to go woo the suitor

Has the best eye for possible people of interest

“How about them? They have a really good sense of style.”

Nudging your shoulder to make you look at someone because they have pretty hair or eyes

When introducing his friends he’ll always hint at the fact that you’re “single and ready to mingle” with his Dick Grayson charm

Gives perfect advice on how to flirt and will offer to teach you *cough* @internalsealpanic *cough*

Would love to help you get dressed up whenever you see the certain someone

But he’ll always pester you about when you get to see them next

“You should invite them! It’ll be a perfect opportunity or you two to, you know.”

Slap his shoulder please

Has great pep talks, like the soccer mom who brought everyone participation cupcakes and is a little too passionate about their kid sitting on the bench the whole game

If things go south or get too embarrassing for you, he’ll swoop in and rescue you with his charm and make everything flow back to normal until you can slip away

He’s the best at cheering you up if it goes terribly wrong

The worst part about him being the wingman though that places him under Jason, is the fact that he will accidentally make the person of interest fall for him

Without fail, if he’s sitting next to you or standing beside you, he’ll accidentally connect with the person more than you do, so have fun with that

Make him sit somewhere else

Damian Wayne

Damian is unintentionally a decent wingman

He gives solid advice on how to woo someone but it usually stems from body language

“Mirror their posture, it shows interest and respect.”

“Do not stand like that, you look pigeon-toed.”

The definition of helicopter wingman

Whether the person is at the Manor or you’re at a bar, Damian will be your shadow all day just to keep the other person in line

Honestly he might terrify the person of interest if you don't shoo him away

If you shoo him away he’ll stalk, there's no stopping Damian from watching out for you

One look and Damian will step in between you two and ask the suitor to leave, no questions asked

He can guide the conversation into better topics to avoid awkwardness but he prefers to listen so he won’t talk very much so when he does, that’s when you know it’s getting bad

He won't bother giving you a pep talk, his version of a pep talk is to just tell you to go up to them

“You find them attractive, no?” , “I do but I’m not just gonna start the conversation like that.” , “Why not? I see no problem with being blunt about your infatuation.”

Don't chicken out

Don't do it

Damian will take it as a challenge

He will walk up to them and tell them himself, drag you blushy ass himself if he has to

If you fail he is pretty decent at cheering you up in his own way, usually ends up dissing the other person but at least he won't bring up the failed attempt ever again

Tim Drake

Takes him forever to even become a wingman, Jason and Dick jump at the chance and Damian is unconsciously one

Tim just thinks its a waste of time

“Why waste time flirting when you can go to Subway with me instead.”

“I have leftovers at home that I’d rather eat than sit and watch you attempt to flirt.”

Completely make you second guess wanting to flirt or talk to the person

He gets second hand embarrassment way too easily to be a wingman

He will let you suffer just so he doesn't have to intervene when it gets too humiliating or awkward

Will sit in the corner of the room and play on his phone just to avoid that scenario

Shoot him a certain look or an sos and he’ll step in (won't be too thrilled about it cuz ew people) because he’s not heartless

Be prepared to compensate though, food or quality time usually does the trick

Once you two get back to the Manor, Tim will cheer you up with playing some video games or doing self care to destress from the excitement

Makes you a whole plan to execute, whether you two are at a bar or the suitor is a coworker

It's on Google Slides....it has 34 steps

The best at giving coworker advice since he knows how to keep things discreet

“Where that shirt, draws more attention to you.”

He’ll give you a script for every possible situation and if you ask, he’ll make flashcards because the small task will give him a relaxing break from cases

Will offer to run through the script with you or give you pointers on flirting but he’ll get flustered easily and he’s not too good at flirting in general

“Yup, thats good” , “I literally just said ‘hey’ " , “Your point?”

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owen-wilson-appreciation-club · 2 years

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I think the reason I am attracted to Owen this much, apart from what Wes Anderson said about how people were drawn to him which is pure charisma in my opinion, is his life and his story.

I am guilty of treating celebrities like books or stories to be picked apart, their characters analysed. I know they live different lives, but I think people are fundamentally people. To me, a young person trying to figure out how to live, how people's life panned out teaches me about choices and consequences, and it helps me learn how to be a human, basically.

Owen and how he had no intention in becoming an actor and how he actually wanted to be a writer makes me think of myself. I, too, want to be a writer, but now stuck doing a job I'm pretty good at and more or less enjoy because it pays the bills. This job gave me a great, above average life and some sort of satisfaction, but in my mind, there is always one tiny voice that screams 'but you want to be a writer! Occasionally writing fiction for dead fandoms doesn't make you a writer!'

I mean, Owen seems to be doing alright. He is one of Hollywood's brightest stars. He is a household name, maybe not as a writer like he would have liked, but still famous and loved.

And I think of myself, as I finished another project. I know I am good at what I do, and I like doing it, but I couldn't stop thinking is this enough?

I’ll be honest with you guys: I’ve had this ask in my inbox for quite some time. We’re talking like, 2-3 MONTHS. I haven’t exactly known how to respond to it, simply because I run this blog as an excuse to be horny for a man many decades my senior.

But now, seeing as there’s an opportunity to get a little more serious, I feel ready to tackle this ask. (And it’s one hell of an ask, really made me think. Special thanks to the anon, I love you. Sorry for never initially responding, hopefully this makes up for lost time).

Let’s break it down piece by piece: His story is really a fascinating one. Hollywood is like that. It seems like everyone is different. But there are usually two archetypes I’ve seen:

You’ve got the nepotism kids. The ones who’s parents worked on films and they just happen to do it too.

You then have your kids who had some sort of trauma, or went through some tough shit, deciding to go into acting to cope.

Yeah, it’s different for everyone, but it’s usually a twist on those two. Owen doesn’t really fit either. He got expelled for cheating in geometry, went to military school, took a play writing class (which he didn’t graduate), got spotted by Wes Anderson, and the rest is history.

I feel like the culture surrounding celebrities is very different than your average Joe. It seems like when you step into the spotlight, you automatically give up the right to privacy and (seemingly) basic human decency. And as much as I’d like to chide you for picking apart a persons every action, I feel like everyone (myself included) does it too.

Though I really do love your point on learning from them. Because that there is literally human evolution on display. Humans, for centuries, have learned through stories, through the mistakes of others.

It’s totally okay to look over his life, one spanning over half a century, through the eyes of someone who’s life has barely begun, and take note of what works and what doesn’t. Especially if you want to go into the creative field.

It’s true that Owen wanted to be a writer. But you saying “writing for dead fandoms isn’t writing” simply isn’t true. Writing comes in many forms. You may not be a Sondheim or a Shakespeare, but you are a writer. The fact that Owen doesn’t write much anymore for two reasons. One, he’s said he usually loses focus while writing, so he needs someone to keep him on track. It’s why he and Wes worked so well together. Two, he doesn’t write much because of his acting career.

A lot of people see glitz and glamor and the fun side of the acting world, but don’t forget that it’s still a job. It takes up a lot of time. And he’s a father. That takes time too.

The fact that he doesn’t have time to write much yet we still consider him a writer should be enough to tell you, dear anon, that you are a writer. You take time out of your day to write. Who gives a fuck if it’s fanfiction or a poem? A haiku or an essay? An explicit oneshot or a non-fiction novel? Writing is writing. Plain and simple. Don’t ever let anyone, or your own head, tell you it’s not.

I also extend that sentiment to anyone else who needs to hear it because it’s true. You are a writer no matter what you dedicate your time to write. And sure, you can’t make big bucks off of fanfictions. So consider writing a fanfiction, changing a few names, and publishing it as your own work. If your job makes you unhappy, take your time to write short stories or a full novel. One word at a time. Grow your toolbox. Build your skills. And take that risk of showing your work to the world.

But back to Owen. For some reason, I have a feeling he likes the acting more than the writing. Because if he really wanted to write, he would have quit acting, turning down roles. I mean, he has an academy award nomination. That’s a sign that he’s a good writer.

Though perhaps Owen is the same as you, anon. Perhaps Owen looks at his solo work and thinks, “Is this enough?” Because, is it? He’s no Wes Anderson. Do you believe that he thinks their movies did well because of Wes and his creative stroke? Do you believe he thinks that Wes was the key to his success?

The last paragraph really has me thinking because, god, it sounds so Owen. Like it really sounds like something he would say. But you’re looking from the wrong angle. You ask if it’s enough mere moments after confessing you finished a project.

Anon, you finished a project.

Finished.

Many people never get that far. So instead of asking if it’s good enough, but think about the fact that you did that. Completed.

Often, we’re too critical of ourselves. Just know that if you don’t have faith in yourself and your work, no one will.

So yes, anon, I do think your work is enough. Because it came from a good place. Maybe you’ll never see this response, and that’s my fault for delaying it for ages for no good reason. Just know, if you ever do see it, I’m proud of you.

And if you do quit your job to become a writer? If you ever do put out a book? Let me know. I’ll be first in line to buy a copy. ❤️

#owen wilson #long post #kind of got deep and emotional #anon #ask #thanks for sending!#sorry for the massive delay #I got sappy #potato thoughts

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detectivedamian · 3 years

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As usual, following Jon unintentionally breaking Damian’s heart, Jon realizing he’s head over heels for his best friend, and the ensuing miscommunication:

Damian approaches Jon with a ticket to an expensive, exclusive cruise. Jon is skeptical at first: who else is coming along? Nobody, Damian assures him. This is strictly between the two of them-- and he needs to keep it quiet. Jon, of course, is elated. A cruise! Over summer break, their most sentimental, important season! How romantic! He’s swooning the whole trip over, imagining all of the adventures they’re going to go on and all of the memories they’re going to make.

And then they get to the cruise, and actually their tickets are complementary as they’re meant to be masquerading with an all-kids group whose members keep going missing. This is a mission. Damian is very confused about why Jon is snippy and moody the whole trip.

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At some point, Jon gets into trouble as Superboy. He gets his body swapped with some female artist visiting Metropolis. This chick is somebody Damian has told him time and time again that he appreciates, that her art is dark and it feels like she understands where he’s coming from, she isn’t a “simpleton”, and he can sense the maturity and artistic integrity in everything she does. Jon, of course, is jealous, he’s totally convinced Damian likes this girl. So while Kon and the girl (in Jon’s body) are looking for a way to undo this, Jon decides to go mess with Damian a little.

How funny would it be if the “mature, poetic, distinguished” girl of Damian’s dreams shows up and acts more like Jon? Hah!

Well, not very funny, actually, because Jon quickly finds that, while put off and confused, Damian kind of seems to like her-- him? Jon her. He suggests the same things he did as Jon, the paddle boat, sitting closer, reading romantic Shakespeare pieces together, and Damian goes pink, but does it all without complaint. When Jon reaches across the boat the take Damian’s hand, Damian actually squeezes it and looks into his (her) eyes. Jon is actually starting to get a little upset that this was so easy, and not to mention, he’ll have to return to his own body sometime.

But then again, this is everything he’s ever wanted. To be with Damian, to be in a romantic setting, to have Damian looking at him like that. He pulls Damian closer, and he leans in.

Then Damian presses a finger to his lips. Jon’s eyes pop open in surprise, and behind the finger, he mutters “something wrong?”

Damian looks sad and says “You understand pain better than anyone else, any competent artist could tell as much from your portfolio.” Jon is confused. Damian’s eyes become dark, and he lowers his head. “I was drawn in by your work, you know why?” Jon blinks and laughs nervously, because no he has no idea why? And Damian sighs and says “That collection you debuted in Metropolis was inspirited by a broken heart, was it not?” Jon, of course, agrees, because what else is he going to do? So Damian continues to say: “That is where my heart is, too. I do not usually speak of these things, but my love has been unrequited for some time, and the longer it goes on, the more I fear myself a fool.” And Damian explains-- how upon meeting her, he was shocked to find she was in fact cut not from his cloth, but his... friend’s, that being with her today has given him a taste of what could have been. But, he laments, this person is his friend, only his friend, and the closer they get, the harder it is to hide how he feels. Things keep happening that get his hopes up, but he knows it’s all in his head. This friend could never see him that way.

Jon takes both of his hands, asks him who this person is, because he’s pretty sure it’s him but he needs to know. Damian opens his mouth to respond, but the creature responsible for this little body swap intervenes before Jon can hear his confession.

From here, Jon now has to fight this thing in a totally human body, and Damian has to protect him (her). It’s in the midst of this fight that Kon and this girl (in Superboy’s body) show up. Damian starts barking at her to do something useful, and she’s very confused about why this random kid is talking to Superboy like this. Meanwhile Jon in her body, next to Damian, is gesturing for her not to respond, and he yells out “Grab it by the tail!” Which she does.

Damian takes this as an opportunity to end this, while it’s distracted, but unfortunately for him, this thing is a little too aware of what’s happening-- Damian gets hit or two in with a tree branch he found, but it’s useless. It grabs his body and throws him across the park. Jon helplessly watches, hand extended, as Damian gets flung a football field’s distance, and the girl flies after Damian.

This is when the body switch happens again. In his panic, and with the willpower only a super holds, and her urgency to not have the traumatic experience of watching somebody die, Jon and this girl switch bodies again.

Damian’s flying through the air, wincing, trying to grab any tree that passes by just to slow himself to a halt. But then there are arms around him, and he’s pulled into somebody’s chest. Jon, now back in his body, takes the brunt of the damage, which is nothing at all to him. They roll around a few times, until they land with Jon on top of him. Damian slowly opens his eyes to see Jon, who is smiling down at him. Damian is breathless as Jon looks over his face and says: “You okay...?” He can see the red in Damian’s face, and he just kind of... knows. It’s him. Damian’s in love with him.

Damian blinks back to life and wacks him on the chest, yelling, “We’re in the middle of a battle here, Superboy! Head on the field!”

With Superboy back in his body, and Kon there to help, the creature is taken care of pretty fast. Superboy lands with Damian on his arm, and the girl, now back in her body, comes running over. Her entire personality has changed, Damian notices with some bewilderment; she’s a lot more monotone and smooth, charming but the way a witch in the forest is. Nevertheless, Damian takes her hand and presses a kiss to it, thanking her for her time, today. She’s amused, Jon is twitching behind Damian’s shoulder, fuming. Jon crosses his arms and pouts while Damian says the last of his goodbyes.

Jon decides to keep this whole thing his little secret.

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From here on, though, Jon is more sure of himself when he tries to get mushy with Damian.

Instead of turning around for Robin to climb on his back, Superboy wraps an arm around Robin’s waist and pulls them flush together. (Damian sputters and gets snippy and demands not to be manhandled. Jon ignores him).

When Damian’s lifting weights, Jon will spot him-- but instead of messing with him by putting a finger on the weights, he sets his hands over Damian’s and counts with him. (Damian quickly grows flustered, the most Jon has ever seen him. He refuses to look him in the eye.)

When there’s a pretty girl in distress, Jon still does get a little pink, but the moment he sees Robin withdrawing to give him the space to flirt, Superboy will wrap his arms around him from behind under the guise of flying them back to base. Robin hates being restrained this way and ends up squirming enough to wrap his arms around Superboy’s neck so he feels more secure. He WILL avoid conversation unrelated to the mission, and he WILL avoid looking him in the eye.

At Christmas, Jon will purposely catch Damian under the mistletoe, and while Damian is going on a rant about how they are not the target of the tradition and how it’s a poisonous plant, Jon will lean in and squeeze him tight and blow raspberries into his cheek. Damian squeals.

Jon stares more openly at him, and it makes Damian nervous. He demands answers, but Jon won't give him any. He just evades and talks about their current mission, or pretends to be curious about something Gotham-related.

Jon will rest his head against Damian’s shoulder when they’re lazing in their fortress. Damian tells him to get off, but he doesn’t, and Damian relents because he does, in fact, crave this contact from Jon.

Jon will sometimes mess with him and get a little too close, lips a little too near, and Damian will push his face away with his whole hand, loudly proclaiming him to be in his space. Jon can see the pink under his mask.

Jon will ask for a reward for saving Robin on a mission, then pointedly poke at his own cheek, indicating he wants a kiss. Damian is convinced he’s joking and not at all serious, so he laughs at him. Jon sighs. He’ll make Damian realize this is mutual eventually.

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At one of the galas, an extravagant wedding announcement, a slow song plays, people are holding each other close, looking into each other’s eyes. Even Bruce is on the floor with some beautiful rich woman. Jon inches his way across the floor and taps Damian on the shoulder. Damian turns around, eyebrow raised, and Jon coughs into his hand, cheeks turning pink: “I guess we should probably dance or something, huh?”

Damian frowns and responds, “You’re here as my friend, Jon. I don’t need a pity dance. If I wanted to flit about with a high-class harlot, I would.”

Jon sets his hands on his hips: “I was asking because it looks like fun, but I guess you’re allergic to that sort of thing, aren’t you?” And that will not fly, because the only reason he declined was because he could, because the media won’t care about him rejecting his friend’s dance.

Damian glares at him and goes to grab Jon’s hand, only to find Jon is already reaching for his. To his surprise, Jon pulls him close, one hand at his waist, the other holding the hand Damian hasn’t set to Jon’s shoulder. Jon leads pretty easily, despite Damian knowing the steps more fluently. Damian expects Jon to dance a little goofier, but this is... tender. (That was, of course, Jon’s intention.) Jon’s eyes won’t leave his, and that look in his eyes is making him nervous. He hides that he’s swallowing and says, “Jon...?”

Jon’s smile just softens, and he pulls him closer. To Damian’s surprise, Jon sets his chin on his shoulder, dance turning to a light sway. It makes his heart stop, and Damian can feel his whole body melting at the touch. He wants to pull away, to push Jon off and make a show of how perfectly platonic his feelings are-- but this may be the only time he ever gets to hold Jon like this, with an excuse like this. He leans his head against Jon’s shoulder and slides the hand at his shoulder down to rest against his heart. He can feel it beating against his hand. (Jon can hear Damian’s, and he’s tempted sorely to bury his nose in his hair, but he doesn’t. That would be weird. So he turns and smiles into the side of his neck. He knows Damian can feel it because his heart skips a beat.)

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