#thank u for liking the baz one so much

[sagesolsticewrites]

Now Or Never | Austin Butler x actress!reader

Request from @abigailwaldorf: omg can u write something abt actress!reader playing priscilla and her and austin fall in love on set and go to cannes and do press together and stuff

a/n: this was so so so much fun to write, thank you so much for the request darling!

Word count: 2.5k! (my longest yet!)

Warnings: A couple swear words and I think that’s it? As always, let me know if there's anything I missed!

Huge thank you to @sassy-ahsoka-tano for her help with this! 🥰🦋

Please like/rb if you enjoyed!

Portraying Priscilla Presley was an honor that was not lost on you. That’s what you wanted to make clear to her as you and Austin entered Graceland for the first time. Priscilla was lovely and kind, making sure the two of you knew that these were big shoes to fill but that you had lots of support from her and the rest of Elvis’s family. 

She took the two of you on a personal tour of Graceland and pulled you aside as Austin was given Elvis’s ‘56 Gibson to play for a photo op.

“So,” she gave you a knowing glance, “exactly how long have you been in love with him?” She nodded toward Austin.

“Wh—“ you stammered, blushing. “I’m not— we’re just friends—“ Your excuses faltered under her gaze, and you sighed. “Basically since the first day I met him… How could you tell?”

She put a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to look into her eyes. “Because the way you look at him…” she sighed, “that’s how I used to look at my husband.”

Your eyes widened as you took in the enormity of her statement. “I do… I do have feelings for him but I know that he only sees me as a friend. And I’m okay with that!” You said, adding the last bit more to reassure yourself than her.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, honey,” she said with a wink, then turned and walked off to speak with an assistant who had been waiting off to the side.

You turned your attention back to Austin, who at that moment had chosen to look up at you with that smile. The one that made your heart soar and break into a thousand pieces at the same time. He was absolutely glowing with joy. You shoved your feelings down for the moment and smiled back, choosing to appreciate exactly how incredible this opportunity was for both of you.

•••

Priscilla’s words echoed in your head every day after that, but especially as you were filming Elvis and Priscilla’s first kiss. You and Austin had been talking in the days leading up to the scene, making sure both of you were comfortable with how it was going to go, and you were determined to be purely professional today. 

You took in the set, decorated to look like a comfortable 50s bedroom. Between that and your costuming for the scene — a cardigan thrown over a pretty swing dress with your hair in low pigtails — you could almost feel yourself transported back in time. 

Before you could lose yourself in that feeling, though, a slight commotion began erupting on set as Austin walked in.

Now, you weren’t a military gal by any means, but you could certainly appreciate a man in uniform. And appreciate you did, freezing as you took in his combed-back hair and sleek dark green dress uniform. 

Austin’s eyes locked on you as he approached the set, widening just the barest amount. 

“Wow,” he said as he came up to you, taking in the hours of work hair and makeup had put in, “You look… amazing.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Mr. Presley.” you teased, trying to hide your blush.

“Well thank you, darlin’” he replied, slipping into the Elvis drawl that was practically second nature to him now.

You thanked your lucky stars that Baz chose that moment to call for everyone’s attention so Austin wouldn’t see how that damn voice made you weak in the knees. At least that part will seem realistic, you thought as Baz began going over the scene.

You closed your eyes, sinking into the mindset of not Priscilla Presley, wife of music legend Elvis Presley, but just a girl in love with a boy. Your eyes flew open and you stepped onto your mark as Baz called “Action!”

“So then he says—“ you begin rambling about Priscilla’s— no, your parents, pacing around the room as you try to ignore Austin sitting on the floor near the bed, looking at you as if you’re his whole world. 

It’s just for the scene, you think to yourself as you flop down on the floor next to him. “And then… they didn’t really have anything to say after that so I just came up here and went to bed.” you finish with a girlish smile.

You move through the scene, the two of you eventually ending up by the window facing each other. 

“Well, I think if you can dream it you can do it,” you follow the script, squashing down the part of you that’s positively screaming at his proximity to you right now.

“You do?” he drawls in character, glancing quickly down at your lips.

You nod shyly, smiling “Yeah.”

Your gaze drops to his lips, then back up to his eyes as you channel every ounce of just-a-girl-in-love you have in you. 

Your eyes lock as he slowly, slowly, slowly leans in. You hold in a gasp as your eyes close and your noses brush, his open mouth held a millimeter over yours for an agonizing half-second before he closes the gap, capturing your lips in what you’re sure is the sweetest first kiss ever caught on film.

Your hands come up to cup his jaw as the two of you pull apart, his nose just barely brushing yours. The camera moves over your heads as Baz calls “cut!” and your eyes flutter open, meeting his own blue eyes much closer to you than you’re used to, close enough you could count every freckle on his face if you wanted to. He blinks, then steps back as if just now realizing the scene’s over, your hands falling to your sides.

“Was that…” he clears his throat, glancing briefly at your eyes, then the floor, the wall, the curtain on the window, then back to you as if he’s unsure whether to make eye contact with you, “Was that okay?” 

You try not to let your disappointment at his reaction show — disappointment? why are you disappointed? you knew he was all business about this — and nod reassuringly. “Yeah, it was— you were great.”

He opens his mouth as if to say something, but is cut off by Baz approaching the two of you. “Y/N! That was fantastic! Excellent work. Austin, I did have something I wanted to talk to you about…”

And you were left alone by the window, giving him a little wave as Baz led him away.

By the end of the day, you were back in your trusty t-shirt-and-jeans combo, exiting your trailer and ready to head back home, images of curling up on your couch with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and a book already swirling through your mind.

You were halfway to your car when you heard a familiar voice calling your name. You turned to see Austin jogging towards you, waving his hand to get your attention. You stopped as he caught up to you, trying to ignore that his stupidly fit self looked as though jogging halfway across the parking lot was just a walk in the park for him.

“Hey, uh…” he fidgeted with the thin gold chain that was almost always around his neck (a vintage find, as he’d told you once), “I was gonna go grab some dinner and um… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?”

The “yeah, I’d love to!” slipped out of your mouth before you could think, and before you knew it the two of you were on your way to some secluded Mexican restaurant not far from set.

Moments later the two of you were sat at a table in the back of the mostly-empty restaurant, chips and salsa untouched in front of you. An unfamiliar awkwardness had settled over you since you filmed the kiss, and you hated it. You didn’t want this to change anything about your relationship with Austin and yet not even 12 hours later it had.

“Hey—“

“So—“

You both opened your mouths to speak at the same time and after some fumbling, you gestured for Austin to speak first.

“So, um,” he said softly, fiddling with the rings on his fingers, “I’ve been trying to figure how to say this for…” he laughed to himself, “for a while now, actually. But I knew after today… if I don’t tell you now I might not ever say it, and I don’t want to go through this whole experience without telling you and then wondering what might have been—“

He breaks off as you place your hand over his on the table, “Austin,” you smile gently, laughing at his almost adorable nervousness “get to the point.”

“Right, uh.” he smiles sheepishly, “Well, basically,” he takes a deep breath, steeling himself, “I’ve kind of had a crush on you for a while now and I just… wanted you to know.”

You blink, stunned.

“And I totally understand if you don’t feel the same, and I apologize if this made you uncomfortable,” he says hurriedly as he pulls his hand away from yours, misinterpreting your stunned silence. “It’s just after the scene today, I couldn’t…” he trails off, saying softly “I couldn’t keep that to myself anymore.”

“Austin, no, I—“ you shake your head, reaching for his hand again, “I’ve been completely in love with you since pretty much the day I met you.” You finish shyly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Wait, seriously?” It’s his turn now to look stunned.

“Yeah,” you shrug self-consciously, “I’m honestly surprised you didn’t notice, I thought I was being pretty obvious this whole time. I mean, even Priscilla picked up on it when we went to Graceland,” you admit.

“Is that what she was talking to you about that day?” his eyes widening in understanding

“Yeah,” you reply, somewhat confused, “I didn’t realize you saw us, I thought you were focused on that incredible guitar.”

He blushes, “It was, uh, kinda hard to keep my eyes off you that day. You looked… absolutely gorgeous.” He clarifies, “You always do, really. I’m surprised you haven’t caught me staring, in all honesty.” 

You blush and look away from him. A moment of silence settles between you before his fingers nervously grab at yours. You let his fingers intertwine with yours and bite your lip in an attempt to calm your smile.

"I know our first kiss was technically in character," Austin starts quietly, "but I would really like to kiss you as Austin now, if that's alright?"

You look up, meeting his eyes. “I’d love that,” you say softly.

He smiles, moving his free hand to cup your face as he leans across the small table and gently presses his lips to yours.

Your toes curl and you pull away with a smile, looking into his eyes in silence for a moment before a giggle escapes you.

“What?” he asks, amused.

You shake your head, “Nothing it’s just… Yola’s going to be so disappointed, she thought I wouldn’t tell you how I felt for another month at least,” you admit with a laugh.

“Well, I have to say,” he laughs, lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it, eyes sparkling, “I’m not all that sorry to have disappointed her.”

••• 2 years later •••

Sitting in the dark SUV, on your way to the Cannes Film Festival in France (you still couldn’t quite believe it), worst-case scenarios began to take shape in your mind: Despite having stressed about this for weeks with your boyfriend, they would say this was a terrible mistake and you actually weren’t supposed to be there, you’d trip and fall in front of hundreds of fans and industry icons during the biggest moment of your career, you’d—

“Hey,” Austin’s voice reached through the anxiety clouding your mind as your car pulled up to the red carpet, “Y/N. You’re gonna be fine, baby. I’ll be right there next to you, right?”

You nodded as you let out a deep breath, squeezing his hands in yours. 

“And hey,” he said, “You know I’m just as terrified as you are, right? So we can be terrified together.” He half-joked, the look in his eyes betraying just how true his statement was— this was his first big role, possibly the biggest one anyone could have. Of course he was nervous.

You leaned over to peck his cheek, swiping at it with your thumb as you pulled away to make sure you didn’t leave a lipstick mark behind. “You’re going to be amazing, Austin,” you say sincerely, smiling, “They’re going to absolutely love you.”

“Not as much as I love you,” he says, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. 

You burst out laughing, anxiety mostly forgotten for the moment. “You’re so cheesy, oh my gosh,” you sigh, a bright smile on your face as you take in how handsome he looks: a black tux, blue and white flowers pinned at his lapel, his favorite gold bracelet hidden under a sleeve, sandy hair just on the sexy side of imperfect. 

The door opens, and Austin steps out first, turning to offer you his hand. “Shall we?” he smiles.

Smoothing down your dress one last time, you take his hand in yours and slip out into the most important night of your lives.

••• several months later •••

“And here we have Austin Butler and Y/N L/N, stars of the upcoming Elvis biopic in theaters June 24th,” the interviewer starts with a bright smile “Austin, Y/N, thank you for joining us today.”

“Thank you for having us,” Austin says graciously as you chime in with a “We’re very happy to be here.”

“Now, I’m told that you two are an item?,” the interviewer asks, brow raised, after the usual questions about the filming experience during COVID, visiting Graceland, the standing ovation at Cannes, etcetera.

“That’s right,” Austin says with a shy smile as you glance over and squeeze his hand, “We don’t talk about it much,” he gives the interviewer a meaningful glance, “but I will say that we actually got together during filming.”

“So romantic!” the interviewer all but squeals, “Almost as romantic, I’m sure, as the love story we see between Elvis and Priscilla in the movie, which you all can see—“ they choose that moment to segue into the closing promo, repeating the release date and thanking the two of you once again for being there as the cameras are cut.

“Don’t get me wrong, baby,” Austin says after you’ve finally arrived home after a long day of interviews that all blur together, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “I love you and I love showing you off, but I wish those interviews didn’t make such a big deal about it.” 

“I know,” you sympathize, leaning against him on the couch of your shared apartment, “I get that it’s gossip or whatever that’ll get clicks on the video but there’s so much other cool stuff they could focus on, like your singing! Your voice is amazing, honey, but all they care about is ‘Oh the two romantic leads happened to get together while they were filming’” you mock in a high-pitched voice, smiling as you hear a laugh escape him.

“I don’t really care what they say, honestly,” Austin whispers into your hair, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, “As long as I have you, I’ve got everything I need.”

#austin butler #elvis (2022) #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #austin butler fanfiction #elvis 2022 #elvis biopic #elvis baz luhrmann #my writing

[sarandipitywrites]

NaNo update 11/29 (a big one!)

didn't write a whole lot today, because on one of my breaks i tripped and fell down a motionless in white youtube rabbithole (i regret nothing)

B U T.

i broke 50k words on The Art of Empty Space today! *streamers and fanfare* i still plan on writing/posting tomorrow (because why not?), but after that AES will be on pause for a little bit while i finish the second draft of Dead Roots, Dark Water and grapple with the Total Fucking Plot Overhaul that my brain sprung on me yesterday. so there probably will not be any updates to AES until… january? at the earliest? but updates there will be (because i'm actually really excited about this idea and think it will make AES sooooo much better)

so thanks for listening to me ramble; here's almost everything i wrote today as payment:

Lienzo tried to wait. He tried, but every moment of stillness scraped against his nerves like a whetstone, honed them to a razor's edge that ripped through skin and bone, leaving only tattered wounds behind.

He scurried through the chamber, plucking up all remnants of Baz's cooled rage — a splintered hunk of furniture, a gutted pillow — and piled them in the sitting area by the door. Baz could fix it. He'd fixed Lienzo's nose, his red coat, the hollow in his chest that told other people how to trust and be trusted.

Baz could fix anything.

Lienzo accosted Baz at the door, snatched the gauze and tweezers and ointment from his hands and ushered him into the bathroom to wash off the worst of the blood and the dust. As the water ran, Lienzo dragged a small table to the fireplace and set up their miniature clinic.

Baz had hurt himself over Lienzo then, too.

Even seated, he couldn't be still; his knee kept bouncing, his hands kept tugging at his braids until his scalp ached. When Baz took his seat across from Lienzo, he couldn't look up. He just grabbed blindly for the roll of gauze and Baz's hand. He had to fix what he'd done, only he couldn't fix it, because he'd—

Baz's hand twisted. Strong, black-tipped fingers intertwined with his.

The firelight flickered in Baz's eyes, dark and hypnotic. Beads of water glistened, trapped in the fine curls at his hairline. He pointed down at his letterboard, unrolled on the table between them. At one of the words lining the edge. "Stop."

"But... but I have to—"

Baz shook his head. He pointed at Lienzo. "G-u-i-l-t. Stop."

His teeth sank into his lip. Why? Why should he stop? He was guilty. If he had been calmer, if he'd been better prepared, if he could put aside his stupid, rotted pride for one godsforsaken moment, none of this would have happened. None of it.

"You. No. Control. Me." He gave a crooked smile, a single fang glinting in the firelight. He tapped his own temple, gestured at the fire. "Remember?"

"...And then you need to run into a blizzard to put it out." Because their bodies didn't always obey them. Because when Lienzo was overwhelmed, he flung his words like knives at everyone around him; when Baz was overwhelmed, the fire in his brain scorched him from the inside out.

Baz's grip on his hand loosened; he allowed Lienzo to turn his hand over, to start to wrap the gauze around his knuckles. "Sorry." He tapped the word three times, claw clacking on the table.

"If I'm not allowed to apologize, you're not, either."

A snort. Baz tapped at the bare skin of Lienzo's left wrist. "Mother."

Lienzo's hands froze. The bangle had belonged to Baz's mother? Or it was made from...? "How old were you?"

"Thirteen. Illness."

Lienzo should have wished her ashes safe return. Would have, had he not sold them for a couple bottles of medication. "Baz, I—"

"Stop. No sorry."

He swallowed around the dryness of his throat and nodded. He couldn't look Baz in the eye; he tied off the gauze instead.

"Maza. Sick?"

Lienzo huffed a laugh. It sounded hollow, even to him. "They're always sick. You'd think I'd be used to it, by now." But he wasn't. He never grew used to anything, no matter how hard he tried.

"Other parent?"

"Who knows where he is." He scowled and grabbed the tweezers from the table, began pulling the splinters from beneath Baz's nails. "We don't need him. Never have."

For a moment, Baz said nothing. He drummed his nails beside the letterboard, lip between his teeth. "Sorry," he finally said. "No believe you. Before. Angry. Sorry."

"Yeah. I noticed." On closer inspection, Baz's nails weren't claws like a cat or an ostrix had — they seemed to be part of his fingertips, hard and sharpened into blackened points. "But you don't need to be sorry. I don't think I would've believed me, either."

"Would have done same. If my mother."

Lienzo's throat closed. "You're not...?"

"Upset? Yes." He withdrew his hand, replaced it with the other. Lienzo began wrapping it in gauze. "But understand. Both." He took a corner of his cloak in hand, worried it between his fingers. The gauze was wrapped and tied before he returned to his letterboard. "Forgiven."

"...Thanks. I forgive you, too." This wouldn't happen again; they wouldn't let it. He would shield Baz from the whole world if he had to, if it would keep the fire in his brain from consuming him. Baz would do the same for him. He knew it.

He pulled the last splinter and set the tweezers down. Outside, the rain had slowed to a steady drizzle; sunset streaked through the window, sharpened by the prism of each droplet. Gravity pulled at his muslces, reminded him of the long ride. He rose from the chair, joints groaning. "I guess I should—"

"Stay." Baz looked up at him. His pupils eclipsed his irises into copper halos. "Please."

He shouldn't. He couldn't. Baz didn't mean— "Okay."

Lienzo cursed his tongue as he exchanged his road-worn clothes and binder for an oversized shirt pilfered from Baz's closet. He cursed it as he slipped between soft sheets, nestled into the mound of blankets. He cursed it until Baz's hand brushed his waist, lingered there in a question.

He grabbed Baz's arm and drew it over himself like a blanket.

His mind was quiet. For the first time since the blizzard, his mind was quiet.

AES taglist (ask to be added or removed!): @notwritinganyflufftoday

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #nanowrimo 2023 #nanowrimo #nano check in #the art of empty space #my writing #I HAVEN'T FINISHED A NANO IN SO LONG I'M SO PROUD OF ME AAAAAAAAA

[balladtv]

okay so, not music related (if u twist it, it can be tho) but. you mentioned media and that so, top 5 films? my fav question to ask anyone as a (almost) film student

Finally found the time to answer this as I’m on a 3 hour train ride (willing myself to not make a 1975 reference right now) so here ya go!! thank you for your patience :)

1. Knives Out (Dir. Rian Johnson)

my favourite genre of typically everything will always be a good classic murder mystery (I am a massive agatha christie fan), I love anything that really makes you think and look out for stuff whilst you’re watching it and gets your heart pumping, so this is why this will always be my favourite film because of how masterfully it was developed. everything down to the angles chosen by rian to literally everything in the film (I’ve watched the videos where he breaks down scenes on YouTube so many times) is just perfect and makes so much sense — something that gets lost sometimes (in my opinion) in mysteries. although the sequel isn’t on my top 5 list, I genuinely think it was one of the strongest second instalments to any franchise and I throughly enjoyed it.

2. Red Eye (Dir. Wes Craven)

similar reason to knives out, I love the thrill of the film because of the confined space, which initially would make the audience think there wouldn’t be much you could use and get stuck, but I don’t think this was an issue in the film at all. my mate initially chucked this on without telling us anything about the film (besides cillian murphy being in it, which was enough to convince me) so imagine the surprise on my face when I realised this wasn’t a cute corny romcom. the ending fight sequence in the house was also fucking amazing and quickly shot to my top 5 list immediately after watching it. I also fancy the duck out of rachel mcadams so this was a bisexual dream.

3. Moulin Rouge! (Dir. Baz Luhrmann)

I just love love. I love love love love. the best love story to ever be told in such a extravagant way with an hilarious cast. this is also my favourite stage musical of all time and the way they adapted it was brilliant. really does pull the story together amazingly and teaches the audience a lot through it’s hard hitting ending — I cry every time, and despite my love for satine I don’t think I’d love this film as much if it didn’t end the way that it does.

4. JoJo Rabbit (Dir. Taika Waititi)

this is also another film that made me bawl so much when I saw it in the cinema, the way that it made me feel emotionally pulled on my heartstrings like no other film I had seen before, especially with the masterful shot of rosie’s shoes. that’s what got me (and I’m pretty sure what got everyone). to be on my top 5 list, a film either has to emotionally destroy me which makes me experience emotions I never thought I had, or blow my mind. as you can see every film on this list at least meets one of those factors.

5. Now You See Me (Dir. Louis Leterrier)

finally, the awesome film that is now you see me. I admittedly am quite obsessed with jessie eisenburg in this film (unashamed) and I feel bad for my friends who saw me whilst I was at my peak obsession with this film. but all the characters / cast compliment each other really well, and either I’m just insanely easily impressed (all of my friends will definitely agree with me on this) or the ending was just mind blowing. maybe a mixture of both? either way, I also think this film has one of the greatest scores of all time. truly is a masterpiece in every sense of the word!

I will mention the most recent film I watched in the cinema was Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning Pt. 1 and I was absolutely blown away by it. some excellent directing and choice of shots, costumes etc. as a media student genuinely did feel that everything (down to the last detail) was carefully thought of. also so excited for barbenhiemer I will be watching them both on the same date as a double bill — it’s the law.

#knives out #red eye #red eye 2005 #moulin rouge #jojo rabbit #now you see me #balladtvtalks

[bookish-bogwitch]

Hello! Thank you for the tags @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @artsyunderstudy and @stitchyqueer. It's so fun and inspiring to see what you are up to.

First, it's the fall equinox, aka the 26th anniversary of Simon's conception ritual in the White Chapel. Best wishes and grim sex to all who celebrate.

Second, I've made tons of progress on Basil Pitch's Diary, despite having very few finished words to actually share. How? I figured out that I am very much a plotter and more of a re-writer than a writer, and so benefit from a very very detailed outline. I'm trying the Snowflake Method for outlining a novel longfic. While many people would find so much structure unnecessary, if not smothering, it's really working for me. I've also learned that (1) a format is not a plot, and (2) it is better to write the jokes around the plot than vice versa.

ALSO! I have not touched my promptfest WIP because I figure if I have such good momentum in this one, I should go with it. But I can feel that change in the weather coming on, and am also getting homesick for Simon's POV, so--SOON.

Anyway, here are some sentences from my BPD outline--some in Baz's voice, some notes to myself a la @whatevertheweather. Words & tags below cut.

Ugh did I forget VERA???

Baz is an UNRELIABLE narrator. Don’t forget this.

Make it c r u s t y.

Rabbit blood: fine but not as good as dog tbh. Haven’t had one of those in a while. Try to get only strays, which are few and far between in prosperous Hampshire, thank you Bob Barker.

Whoring around might be good for getting over Simon but (1) cannot whore until over him, is catch-22, and (2) should probably not hook up with someone who looks like Simon, although is objectively most attractive way to look. Fuck fuck fuck.

Was stupid to ever think I could get over Snow. Is impossible if past self keeps rubbing present self’s nose in Snow’s [REDACTED].

High-fives to @palimpsessed @takitalks @johnwgrey @bazzybelle @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @fatalfangirl @cutestkilla @forabeatofadrum @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ileadacharmedlife @moodandmist @urban-sith @captain-aralias @aristocratic-otter @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @confused-bi-queer @creepyspice @sillyunicorn @frjsti @basiltonbutliketheherb @technetiumai @dragoneggo @ic3-que3n @nightimedreamersworld @whogaveyoupermission @wetheformidables @hushed-chorus

#wip wednesday #baz pitch #simon snow #basil pitch's diary #my writing

[americanrecord]

So I just watched Priscilla. Meh, it was just ok to me. Luckily, I was able to watch it on soap2dayx.to for free. It’s available to rent and all that but I wouldn’t pay $19.99 or however much it is, to rent it. The girl playing Priscilla is beautiful, but I just don’t think Jacob Elordi played a convincing Elvis. Just my opinion though. I would recommend seeing it at least once, but I would wait until they drop the rental price down to $4 or $5. (Unless you’re using a free site.)

(I could recommend several free sites to watch movies and shows on, but they DO have pop-ups that you have to navigate. And a lot of people are afraid to use these websites but I’ve been using them for a few years now with no major issues, except they get shut down periodically. But there’s always a new one that pops up in its place it seems like.  If you can learn to navigate thru the pop-ups, they’re awesome.)

Anyway, I wasn’t sure if you were even interested in seeing it at all, but I figured I would let you know my opinion. Just in case you were wondering if it was any good. 🖤😌

Love you, Kelsey! 😘

oh, i haven't seen it yet, but i've heard a lot of good things! i'm really not an elvis fan in general, i think he was a total creep, so i do feel like it's much more up my alley to watch a story like priscilla's! i also loveeeee jacob elordi, so i do still really want to watch it, just because austin butler's campy delivery wasn't really for me.

i will have to get around to it eventually, however!! just because it's totally my kind of movie. i'm super familiar with streaming movies from free sources so i'm sure i will find one <3 i've been using them for years lol. i just don't have much time these days to watch anything!

thanks for letting me know though! i know sofia coppola's style is much slower and melancholic than somebody like baz luhrmann's, so to each their own!!

love u <333!!!!

#cailee is a beautiful priscilla in looks and mannerisms and jacob is a force to meeee so i really wants to see it #shells tag #shells #✉︎ — confessions.

[gutsfics]

Tobias should have been a canon LI. Where is the Open Heart Book 3 rewrite that the we need? If someone ever kickstarts this project ILW style, I will be the first to donate. I was rereading the series. I got to Book 3 and I had to stop. The characters deserved better. The series deserved so much better. The Open Heart fandom deserved better. There was so much more that PB could have done with the characters if they cared about the player experience. OH was one of Pixelberry's best series and they let it die in the most disappointing way possible. Anyone who is willing to give the story a better ending deserves the Choices fandom's support. It's been ages since we have had a real romance arc on this app.

im fine w Tobias not being a canon LI as i personally headcanon him as aromantic & have him in a queerplatonic relationship w my LOA mc, Reigan, but like other than that HUGE agree

and now i'm gonna use this ask as a reason to talk about what all i would change of book 3 lmao thank u <3

so first of all, there's really no reason for Harper to be part of the diagnostics team besides "whoah oh noeses Ethan is talking with his ex whoopsie oopsie i hope he doesn't fall back in love with her!!!!!1!!111!!!" (which goes nowhere, iirc MC doesn't ever talk really to him about their jealousy) and a few nice friendship moments between her and MC when Tobias and Ethan are being dumb at each other (like when you can choose to side w either E or T during an argument OR ask Harper if she wants to get coffee- i genuinely love that part so much). so i would change it so that instead of the opening on the diagnostics team being because Baz is leaving (which also had no reason to happen), but because Ethan took too long to find a replacement for June

imo it would have been more interesting if Bloom had used Ethan taking the whole 3-month closure of Edenbrook to decide on a new team member as an excuse to try and get more hands on with the DT. so like right after Ethan, Baz and MC sit down the first day back he should have just showed up w Tobias & made that new rule about voting on cases. i did like the feud between Bloom and Ethan though, the writers just majorly dropped the ball there. and kept dropping it the whole book.

I'd also remove all of the parts where the MC just straight up ditches work to go play with their friends. it felt so wrong that the MC fought so hard to get to the place where they're at just for them to blow of work every five seconds bc Jackie and Sienna want to go shopping or Bryce wants to drive a fancy car or whatever. or i'd like change it so it happens on days off or after their shift is over.

+ the diamond scene in ch1 where MC and their friends are enjoying all of the amenities that Bloom added for employees, I would have loved the option to be more wary of them, a lot of them seemed like a distraction, like the video games in the breakroom

like imagine ur surgeon being late to ur life-saving surgery bc they were too busy playing mario kart or whatever

i would say there should have been another Big Important Disaster but honestly Rafael has already been through enough with the first two book's Big Disasters being somewhat focused on him

also the fuckin uuuuuuh. patient suing Ethan over medical malpractice plotline?

100% should have been Ethan's fault.

having Naveen actually be the one who did it feels kinda.... racist??? a little bit????? like god forbid PB's Specialest White Boy do something wrong and face the consequences for it

i have more qualms with this book but i am gonna be honest: i straight up do not remember most of the book. it was such a nothing end to such a good series

i did like being able to do that team building exercise w jackie's group. Dr Gary Garison, my beloved, i'm so glad i got to see you for one single scene this whole book

#open heart #playchoices #also probably worth mentioning: no Ethan Dark Mood scene unless you have a high enough relationship with him. or at all. #or if it was there i'd have the MC suggest it instead of Ethan suggesting it. he was so scandalized by an ice cube at the end of book 2 #why would he suddenly be into bdsm. when did he get a riding crop.

[facewithoutheart]

6 (librarian / patron) or 14 (didn't mean to honk at u)

I hope you appreciate the absolute weirdness (and accidental angst) of what I’ve written you. Please don’t hate me haha.

6. librarian desperate to understand what wild phase the other character is going thru rn

“This bitch is going through it,” Penny whistles, thumbing to the next page of her book.

“Oh yeah?” I lean into her space but she turns away.

Spoil sport.

I tug at her shirt, annoyed that she’s leaving me out. “Tell me,” I beg.

She laughs, then frowns. “I shouldn’t make fun. It’s really tragic, actually.” Her eyes drift back to the page, reading on, and I sigh dramatically so she remembers I’m waiting for an answer. Finally, she continues: “He’s an orphan who’s been told he can do magic. Only he can’t actually do that, either. Spells require mastery of language and he doesn’t talk much.”

I raise an eyebrow.

Penny shrugs. “Not much practise growing up in care. No one wanted to talk to him. Apparently, the smell of his magic makes Normals hate him.”

My heart sinks in my chest. To distract, I ask, “Normals?”

“That’s you and me, Basilton. People without magic.” She flips the page. “Aww, baby.”

“What’s happening now?”

“The poor thing’s holding his wand upside down.” She places one hand over her heart and sighs. “Do you ever want to just leap into a book and give the main character a hug?”

I lift a shoulder; I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to give anyone a hug. “What are those books called?”

“The Simon Snow series.”

I write it down in my iPhones notes and make a note to check it out soon.

Three weeks later

I huff a strand of black hair from my face. “She can’t do this to us, Penny. It’s not fair!”

Her eyes flick down to my ‘Carry On, Simon Snow,’ t-shirt and then roll themselves in exasperation. “Gemma T. Leslie is a human before she’s a writer. She’s allowed to postpone the eighth book while she deals with health issues.”

I stomp my foot on the ground. “No! She has to release it; she has to.” Tears threaten to drip from my eyes.

“Basilton,” Penny takes my hands in hers, “we have to talk about this obsession of yours.”

I rip my hands from her grasp. “I’m not obsessed!”

She gives me a sympathetic look, not unlike the one she gave Simon when he held his wand upside down. “You’ve devoured all seven books, watched every movie, read all of the 3,492 fanfics on AO3–”

“Not all of the fanfics,” I correct her. Just the explicit ones, I don’t explain.

She smirks like she already knows. “Okaaay. But, Basilton–”

“Call me Baz.”

“Of fucking course,” she groans. “Baz, you need to let this go. He’s just a fictional character.”

He’s more than that, he’s so much more. But I need to play my cards close to my chest. I’d hoped she might come with me, that she might want a part in this journey in which I must embark.

Except she’s clearly unworthy.

“You’re right,” I lie, nodding my head. “Sorry, Penny. I’ll curb my obsession.”

“Ok.” She narrows her eyes at me. “Ok, Basilton.”

Baz, I ache to correct her.

But I don’t.

Some things are worth the sacrifice.

The next day

I draw the door on the floor of my flat, just like the instructions said on that demonic summoning page I found on kenswebsite.giant – the writing was a little simplistic, but easy to follow.

The door rattles then opens, spilling out a mist that turns into a bear and settles in the form of a woman. “Hello,” she purrs.

I flip my wrist and she breathes a sigh of relief. “Oh thank Me. Since we’re both queer, I can just get straight (hah hah) down to the fine print. Sell your eternal soul to me, and I’ll give you whatever your heart desires.”

My eyes widen. “Anything?”

“I mean,” she hops onto my sofa and starts flicking through my Netflix until she finds ‘The L Word’ (she really is a demon), “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t wish Trump president again; the only time in my three thousand years of living where I preferred hell, but,” here she flicks a lazy gaze across my body, “you look like a man of taste. How about this, you tell me what you want, and I give you a number on the scale of zed to crazy?”

I straighten my shoulders. “I want to enter the plot of Gemma T. Leslie’s unprinted eighth book in the Simon Snow series so I can make Simon Snow fall in love with me.”

“Bitch!” She laughs. “Oh my Me that is the best request I’ve had in decades.” She claps her hands and giggles, switching to bear form for a second, before flickering back to woman (and let me tell you, nothing is weirder than seeing a bear giggle). “Fuck it,” she slaps her leg, “I’ll do it. Kevin will have my arse for breaking the Prime Directive but I just can’t help it. What a lark! I can’t wait to watch this unfold.” She tilts her head. “Have you given any thought as to what character you’d like to be? Or is this an author insert sort of situation? A “Your Name/Simon Snow” type of fic?”

I shake my head. “I want to be Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch.”

Her eyebrows fly to her hairline. “The nemesis?”

I huff. “I mean, can a teenage boy truly have a nemesis? Besides,” I scuff one leather shoe on the floor, “I’m sort of… into the whole…” I wave my hand in the air.

“Enemies to lovers unrequited sexual tension thing?”

I nod.

“Mmm,” she shivers, “good choice.” She whips out a reporter-style notebook and jots a few notes down (her fingernails turn into ink-red pens on command). “Now, you’ll probably change the story a bit, but I’m sure that’s nothing you can’t handle. You’re a librarian; I assume you’ve read enough books to have some ideas of how to manipulate plot to suit your needs.”

“I mean, I’ve read a lot of fanfic.”

She beams. “Even better! So, I’m dropping you into the book just before the start of eighth year.” She snaps her fingers and a copy of the unpublished manuscript lands in her lap. I inch forward and she sends a barrier between us with a lazy wave of her hand. “Nuh uh uh. No spoilers.”

I pout.

In a blur, she scans the book. “Ok.” A cheshire grin spreads across her face. “I apologise in advance for the unpleasantness. There’s a few tricks up Gemma’s sleeve that you don’t know yet.” She peers over the pages. “You sure you want to do this?”

I nod emphatically. “I love him; I’m sure of it.”

She shrugs. “Ok. On your own head.” Her eyes close and she breathes in deeply. In a blink, they flare open, glowing red and sinister. “Abracadabra!” She shouts.

“Serious–” My disdain cuts off when I land, hard, into darkness.

“Hello?”

No answer.

“Hellooooo?” I bring my hand up in front of my face and smash it on something wooden and cold.

Oh god.

“Hello!” I shout, banging my fist against what I’m now certain is the lid of a coffin.

“Keep it down in there!” Something shouts back, their voice rumbles like a sack full of rocks.

I whimper, suddenly feeling scared and alone.

And hungry. But, not hungry. Not quite.

There’s some shuffling outside. “Here, give ‘em this. That’ll shut him up.”

The lid to my (yup, definitely a coffin) cracks open and a takeaway cup with straw lowers.

I take it, hoping for water or (because I can’t help but still find optimism in this bizarre situation) a chocolate milkshake. But whatever’s inside smells metallic, and it makes my teeth itch.

My teeth, which suddenly feel more numerous than before.

Oh no.

Suddenly, I’m struck with the memory of a whole thread on the SnowMore website, one that posits Simon’s ramblings about Baz are true. That, somehow, Baz was Turned as a child.

I reach one shaking hand up to feel the tip of my (yup, definitely a) fang. God, I’m so thirsty. I bring the straw up to my mouth, close my eyes and think,

Blue eyes.

Bronze curls.

The fact that Simon Snow is alive.

And I am hopelessly in love with him.

With tears streaming down my face, and this mantra on repeat, I sip the blood and hope against all evidence that somehow, Simon and I can write a better story.

From this prompt ask

#drabble #snowbaz #accidental angst #meta #fanfic #fangirl references #don’t hate me

[therosebudgirlwriter]

Little Puff Daycare (Chapter 6: Lasagna and Panic)

Simon 

After I explain the situation to Rosie (Who raises her eyebrow and sighs. Just like Baz used to), I find a bus to Baz’s. Rosie is pretty quiet throughout the whole trip. Once we get off I let Rosie lead the way to this massive apartment complex. She must visit him a lot. I shoot a quick text to Baz, letting him know we arrived, and then we head up to his apartment. 

The apartment is a lot smaller than I would have expected. And every single surface is covered in arts and crafts done by Rosie. It’s a lot more cluttered than I would expect, but it still somehow looks so neat and tidy. 

Rosie starts unpacking her bag and telling me where everything thing goes. She’s such a smart little kid. She makes me stick her family portrait on the fridge. It’s only her and Baz. 

It’s still cute though. I’m sure her parents will love it nonetheless. I’ll ask Baz to send them a photo of it. 

My phone buzzes and I quickly check it. It’s only an email from one of the parents. I open up my messages with Baz. Just to check if it sent. He’s read it. 

That’s good. And he can’t really respond. He’s in a lecture after all. 

I close my phone before I send him twenty more texts.

“SIMON COME LOOK AT MY ROOM!” Rosie screams. Her room? Huh?

“Inside voice Rosie.” I tell her as she tugs me down the hallway. There only seems to be one room. Maybe she stays there when she sleeps over here. She pushes open the door to the room. It looks so neat. At school, Baz never had a single thing out of place in his side of our room. I see that hasn’t changed. He still has his violin. I used to tell him how much I hated it (LIES). I wonder if he still plays. 

Rosie pokes me until I look back at her. 

“MY ROOM NOWWWW! Oops sorry Mr Simon. I don’t like inside voices” 

At least she’s honest. 

She drags me into what appears to be the walk in closet. Well, what was the walk in closet. A small bed is pushed up against the wall. The shelving on the opposite side is filled with Baz’s clothes. 

He must have made her a room for when she stays over. So cute (I’m not sure if I mean the room or Baz - or both). 

While we are playing with her Barbies, my phone buzzes. It’s Baz.

Thank you for not getting her killed. There is leftover lasagna in the fridge for the both of you. 

U r welcome. Thnx 4 the food.

Please learn to spell. 

I find myself giggling. How stupid. 

Rosie and I play Barbies for a bit longer. Eventually she starts getting hungry, so I heat up the lasagne. Next week I’ll get Rosie to cook something with me. Or maybe we could bake something! Like scones. Then she won’t have to eat mine.

After we both finish the lasagne, we settle down on the couch and watch Nemo. 

Rosie dozes off about half way through the movie. I look at my phone and realise it’s already 6:35. Baz should be here soon then. Just then, my phone buzzes. Speak of the devil. 

Hey Simon. I am leaving uni now. I will see you in half an hour.

kk - also rosie fell asleep on the couch, do I put her in her bed?

Baz

Shit. He knows. He’s seen her room. He must know she’s my kid now. I stupidly forgot that he doesn’t know. He’s going to hate me again. 

I think I’m going to be sick. My phone buzzes twice and I almost drop it. I hesitantly open my conversation with him. 

He’s sent me a picture of her asleep on the couch. She’s got her favourite Barbie in her hands. 

you’re so lucky - she’s a real cutie

I am lucky. I know the whole teen father thing wasn’t great, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I would choose her over anyone. 

You can put her to bed. She looks exhausted. Thank you.

Simon

Rosie cleans her teeth and changes into her pjs before she crawls into bed. She’s asleep within an instant. Teachers always say they don’t have favourites, but they do. Rosie is definitely one of mine. Don’t get me wrong, I love all the kids I teach.

I’ve always loved kids. I would spend my summers away from school helping mum at the daycare. I never thought of doing anything else. And getting a job at a kindergarten isn’t that hard when your mum owns one. 

I wonder what Baz is studying at uni? I’ll have to ask. I’ll do that after I ring Penny and Shep. 

Baz

I’m late. For the second time. Snow has cursed me. I run up to the door and let myself in. Simon is sitting on the couch, staring into space. He does that a lot. I walk up and tap him on the shoulder.

I regret it instantly.

He grabs my arm and shoves me to the floor as he scrambles off the couch and turns to face me.

“Ouch Snow.” I whine from where I lay sprawled on the floor. My head hurts.

“Shit Baz. You scared me!”

“I think you’ve given me a concussion, you brute.” I whinge, while rubbing the back of my head.

“Sorry!” he says, while pulling me off the floor. He sets me down on the couch and runs off down the hallway. 

Brilliant.

Surprisingly, he returns. He offers me a pack of peas and corn wrapped in a tea towel. 

“I really am sorry Baz.”

“It’s fine Simon. I’ll be fine.”

I’m surprised Rosie didn’t wake up after all the loud noises. She is quite a heavy sleeper.

And then I remember the fact that Simon definitely knows about Rosie and I. Shit, I think I might vomit.

Simon

Baz suddenly looks quite ill. He looks at the floor and takes some deep breaths.

Have I missed something? 

Shit. I don’t know what to do. 

In a panic I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. 

“Are your parents too old to look after Rosie or something?” 

Wtf Brain. Way to make Baz hate you again.

“Sorry. You just look after her a lot. Way more than any of the other kids siblings.”

He just looks at me, slowly blinking. 

Baz

Oh, my sweet, sweet Simon. You are so thick.

He really doesn’t know. 

I didn’t account for the fact that Snow was so incredibly dense. I mean in high school, he broke up with his long term girlfriend (ugh) Agatha, only for her to tell him she’d already explicitly broken up with him. Twice.

“Sorry Baz. I didn’t mean to sticky beak. I just think you’re a great brother. You do so much for her.”

He’s being so sweet and open. I should tell him.

But I just can’t. 

So I do the only thing I know to do.

“Were you watching Finding Nemo, Simon? Aren’t you a bit too old for that?”

He looks at me, then to the TV before he realises what I’m talking about. Good lord. He is so thick. 

Simon

He totally deflected that compliment. Doesn’t matter. I catch him up on what Rosie and I did and he nods along. I remember he hasn’t eaten anything, so when he finally goes to wash up I defrost the leftover lasagne and put away the now completely melted peas and corn packet. 

Baz still takes like 20 minutes to shower. I didn’t expect anything different

Baz

Simon shoves a plate of lasagne at me when I walk into the kitchen. 

“Thought you might be a bit hungry.” He mutters, looking at the floor. Christ, he’s adorable. And I am quite hungry.

Simon just sort of sits and watches me as I eat. Younger me would have pretended to hate the attention. I don’t. 

Once I finish eating I start on the dishes but half way through my phone starts ringing. It’s Ellie.

I go to my bedroom to answer, just in case she says something stupid. 

Good thing I did.

“How was Rosie’s playdate with the love of your life?”

“Be quiet you eejit. He’s still here.”

“HELLO SIMON. ” she screeches. Thank goodness she’s not on speaker.

“He’s in the lounge room.”

I can practically hear her pout through the phone.

“Why’s he still over? It’s almost 10pm Basilton. You have some pLaNs?”

I hate her. Plus it’s not that late. It’s like 9pm. I say as much.

“Actually Basilton, I think you’ll find that it’s 9:48. So I was right. And you didn’t answer my question.”

“Bye Ellie!” I say, hanging up.

He’s still here. Why?

Simon

When Baz rushes out of the room, I finish off the dishes and go to call Penny and Shep. 

It’s like 9:50. I should go.

I get halfway to the door, but I turn back around. I feel bad. I can’t just leave. Plus, Baz hasn’t kicked me out yet.

Maybe he wants me here.

Ha, as if.

#snowbaz #simon snow series #agatha wellbelove #simon snow #baz pitch #the simon snow trilogy #carry on #awtwb #wayward son #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3fic #archive of our own #my fic

[makohjey-moved]

Matching Simon to my Baz cover :)     x 

#simon snow #snowbaz #the rise and fall of simon snow #carry on #carry on fanart #rainbow rowell #baz pitch #any way the wind blows #awtwb #i tried #did i succeed? #thats for you to decide #i miss my boy simon #i humbly present this to yall #thank u for liking the baz one so much #rosebud boy #agatha wellbelove

[mostlymaudlin]

not only am i chilled out and ready to share today but im FIRST and im gonna tag so many people that its going under a cut at the end lmfao.

this unedited bit is from something new and little that will probably go out around EGF. its a lot, because i think as a unit it is very funny, but also it can make up for what i havent been sharing lately lol. even steven.

America’s not so bad, really. And to be fair to Omaha, I had fun the first time I was here too. (Until the vampires.) (But even that was kind of hot. Figuratively, but also literally. Baz was throwing flames.)

After the last few days, I’m officially ready to establish myself as an Omaha-loving person. After all, it’s the birthplace of Love. (Shepard Love). We’re on the way home from a bonfire party held by a childhood friend of Shep’s, and I feel warmed through. From the dancing and the good food and the beer. Mostly from the beer, probably. Not even Baz’s cool skin could bring my temperature down right now. I feel like I might go off, but in a good way. (“Go off!” Shepard’s friend had shouted at me while I was dancing earlier. Baz said she was probably making fun of me, but that’s fine. It was fun. It made me laugh. I like dancing.)

I especially like it when Baz gets tipsy enough to dance with me, like he did tonight. He started by forcing me to waltz along to a Drake song, proper hand holding and proper steps that I mucked up by making us giggle too much. It wasn’t long before I gave up, pulling him against me and moving our hips to the rhythm the way it was intended. I’m grateful it was a snogging type of party. There’s nothing more awkward than being the couple that snogs when no one else is snogging. (I dare anyone to not be the person that snogs their boyfriend at inappropriate times when your boyfriend looks like Baz.) But everyone was snogging. Everyone was trashed. And I mean everyone — that’s how we’ve ended up with Penny, who doesn’t drink and barely drives, nervous behind the wheel of Shepard’s friend’s minivan, which is full of entirely too many people.

That’s how I’ve ended up in the trunk, half in Baz’s lap. Penny hooks her phone up to the aux and blasts One Direction.

“It’s the only way I’ll be able to focus,” she yells to us all. Nobody complains. She’s our savior tonight. I’m so thankful for her and her fierce determination and her comforting sober-ness. She deserves to be pampered tomorrow. I’m going to take her to WalMart. She loves a superstore — the variety, the culture, the Subway. I’m going to make Baz come too, so she can observe Baz in a WalMart again. One of life’s many joys.

low pressure tags for six sentences/sketches and also im just waving to u and blowing kisses:

@palimpsessed @whatevertheweather @fatalfangirl @otherworldsivelivedin @captain-aralias @johnwgrey @urban-sith @theotherhufflepuff @stardustasincocaine @tea-brigade @confused-bi-queer @bookish-bogwitch @prettylightsbigcity @forabeatofadrum @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @sillyunicorn @excalisbury @takitalks @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @papercut271 @shemakesmeforget @stillmadaboutpetra @wetheformidables @moodandmist @carryonmylovelies @wellbelesbian @ivelovedhimthroughworse @unseelieseelie @snowybank @seducing-a-vampire @angelsfalling16 @im-gettingby @nick-eyre @aristocratic-otter @bloodiedpixie @caitybug @krisrix @foolofabookwyrm @louvsona @tbasilpitch @excalisbury @knitbelove @samalander01

#my writing

[beanhusk]

my fave letterboxd reviews of maan (2011)

transcription under the cut <3

tara, 4 1/2 stars: I'm crying this was so GOOD they were so IDIOTIC catherine in the blue dress changed my LIFE I too want a stupid toy piano to plink on as I contemplate the beauty of women

sashi, 4 1/2 stars: some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. david tennant and catherine tate killed me with ACTING.

julia, 4 1/2 stars: kill claudio.

ellie🦒, 5 stars: it's almost as if shakespeare wrote this play SPECIFICALLY for david and catherine because hoo boy nobody could have performed this the way they did

Nicole, 4 1/2 stars: the only thing that would have made this production better is if beatrice had had her way and benedick actually killed claudio

peej, 5 stars: josie rourke understands this play better than shakespeare did

Caitlin, 5 stars: The chaotic bisexual energy in this is ASTOUNDING

ffion, 4 stars: the chemistry between david tennant and catherine tate??? a more iconic comedy duo CANNOT be named

Katie🌈🎵, 4 1/2 stars: The queer energy coming off of this.... truly what Shakespeare would have wanted

teagan, 5 stars: i've never loved a performance choice more than i love david tennant as benedick delivering a soliloquy hungover, in jorts, and drinking through a star-shaped crazy straw! (also margaret pls marry me)

Jules, 4 stars: Benedick and Beatrice like lets be dumbe and silley together let's be stoopid in love and win the game of gender

🧚‍♀️, 4 1/2 stars: catherine tate wife

baz, 4 1/2 stars: catherine tate in the suit and the blue dress.......god i love women

galpalkirk, 4 stars: catherine tate... david tennant... i love you

maggie: wheres that tweet about being at a barbecue and saying like this whole thing smacks of gender....me watching this

tessaclare, 4 stars: susan_sontag_notes_on_camp.mp4

milo: far too much gender going on

Alex AL, 5 stars: Two Kinsey 5s making it work

tennant, 5 stars: david tennant and catherine tate being in a shakepseare play together cured my depression.

Emilie🤟🏼, 5 stars: the Only benedick and beatrice

vivi: this 100% takes place in the same universe as the mamma mia movies

Jean, 5 stars: OH the GENDER of it all.

Nikuuuu, 5 stars: U think u know romance??? U don't

bruschetta bitch, 4 1/2 stars: still waiting for david and catherine to adopt me

angelazira, 5 stars: oh, so Catherine tate is hot hot.

mila, 3 1/2 stars: benedick and beatrice bicons <3

felicia, 4 1/2 stars: Oh fuck maybe David Tennant is hot

mary, 4 stars: david tennant with white paint on his face, grinning like an idiot because he's in love

azie, 5 stars: Benedick: the orginal himbo

james, 4 stars: hand me a baseball bat im bashing claudios head in

Grace, 4 stars: this was so crazy it made me want to make out with someone but then i regained my senses

Sophie, 5 stars: Much Ado About Nothing (2011) my beloved

shira / nell, 5 stars: when shakespeare wrote much ado about nothing he did it specifically with david tennant and catherine tate in mind. no one else can give us such chaotic bisexual energies.

lemon, 4 1/2 stars: nothing to say just bi/bi ship

shira / nell, 5 stars: ngl i have no idea what's happening half the time but catherine tate hot and david tennant pretty so does it really matter

elliot, 4 stars: thank you catherine & david for your service to the lgbt community

#i've only just noticed nell's in this twice so true of them #editing the tags over a month later just to say i can't believe i left out this one- #'the only thing that stops this from becoming a tragedy is one single man believing a woman and that fact makes me want to eat my brain' #much ado about nothing #david tennant #catherine tate #tatennant #long post #? #bea.txt #// #ct #dt #ct/dt #maan #maan:bts #img #txt

[magiannaladdmac]

What do u think happens post awtwb?

Hmmm honestly I’m not sure! If I were to guess here are a few bullet points:

- Penny goes on vacation with Shepard for the rest of the summer

- Simon doesn’t tell Penny about how mother for a bit. I think he wants to get used to the idea on his own. I often wonder if Mitali will talk to him and tell him about Lucy.

- Simon goes back to see Lady Salisbury. They go through her attic and talk about Lucy. Sometimes it’s too much but he has Baz to lean on.

- love all the headcannons of Baz and Lady Ruth forming their own friendship. I like to think Simon is at work one day and Baz goes to see her on his own to talk about Mage tea.

- speaking of jobs, I bet Simon gets a job. The book foreshadows him being a builder which makes sense. But I doubt that will work well with his wings. I bet he does something inside (so he isn’t burning up), and maybe he’ll work at an ice rink. He’ll get creative.

- Baz goes back to school. I HOPE he makes friends especially since Penny will be gone for a bit. I bet she comes back for school though. Maybe she brings shep back with her (but legally). She did say she wasn’t planning on moving to America when she was with Micah, but maybe it’s different with Shep. Doubt it though.

- Simon also makes friends. I have personal headcannons that are from my own experiences that make me want him to learn to write. I have difficulty with words and writing helps me figure things out. I would love for Simon to find some sort of outlet.

-Simon goes back to therapy. Then leaves again. Then goes back. He starts to get better.

-Baz gets annoyed when Simon is always talking about how he is a “fallen hero” or whatever. He already is. Simon should write it down.

- Theh spell the couch back to blue. And then to red. And then to purple.

-This is kind of explicit so warning! But I think that they go from having sex being this big deal to it being something fun that they do together. Or as Baz says it becomes something strong enough “to lean on”. In my experience, when you first start sleeping with someone it’s a little more serious. But over time when you get more familiar it becomes less serious. It is nice to think of them being able to be together without so much weight.

- Simon visits Agatha and the goats. I don’t know if she really wants anything to do with him, but I would love them to interact without the fate of the World of Mages pulling them together. Maybe then they can remember that they grew up together and do love each other.

- I think Baz eventually brings Simon to his family’s house. I imagine it will come about when his family realizes he’s moved in with Simon, and progresses from there. Thank you Daphane.

- if you’re thinking far in the future, I bet they get an old house like Simon says he wants. I think Baz wants kids. I hope they have one or two. Baz sings to them.

Is there anything else? What do you think happens post awtwb?

(Also I think this is my first ask and I was SO EXCITED so thank you ❤️)

#ask #simon snow #snowbaz #carry on #baz pitch #wayward son #any way the wind blows #carry on fandom #awtwb spoilers

[confused-bi-queer]

I’ve been so busy with this project for school that I’m super proud, but it was hard, so I apologize for ignoring u on Wednesday, I did read tho. So thank u for the tags @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @johnwgrey @takitalks @prettylightsbigcity @palimpsessed @facewithoutheart @wellbelesbian i enjoy your little snippets so much

I’ll write a lot this week since I only have one class and it’s on the afternoon, BUT hear me out, this is for my big ass slow burn fic. Simon and Baz finally have their first kiss and sleep together (literally sleep), so this is Baz when he wakes up…

I’ve been dreaming of warmth and fullness my whole life. Being a vampire who only drinks from animal blood when I know that human blood is way better and it satisfies the thirst much more, has taught me that I will never be full. I’ll never dream up to be satisfied. Always hungry, always wanting for more.

Simon Snow first came into my life to remind me of this. Yearning and wishing pathetically for him to want me also let me know about emptiness. Always hungry. 

But when I wake up surrounded by a warm embrace, I feel like I’m closer to knowing what being satisfied feels like. I don’t remember ever being this warm; it’s been so long that I don’t think I’ve ever felt warm, but if I have– I remember it now.

Now I gotta work on my fics for COBB and the Wip adoption fest, and my two on going fics (because I like suffering) and a secret fic that I haven’t written anything, but the idea is in my head and Captain Aralias fid nothing but to inspire me to get on with it, so yeah, writing

I’m tagging now because I’m sorta early, wow: @fatalfangirl @mostlymaudlin @martsonmars @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire @letraspal @shemakesmeforget @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @aristocratic-otter @moodandmist @snowybank

#simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #carry-on #baz x simon

[aguecheek]

recently realised shakespeare is actually kind of very good & i've seen very few actually good productions of his work. i want to watch more of his work but i have no idea where to start and i'd prefer to avoid films where possible, so are there any recordings on youtube or some google drive or anywhere else online of productions that you know are good, or if not any movie adaptations you think are alright? btw, your blog is pretty cool!!

I completely get the struggle--good shakespeare is unfortunately pretty hard to come by out in the world. I'd love to give some suggestions!! This is gonna be pretty non-comprehensive unfortunately bc most of the best Shakespeare I've seen is...live </3 but I'll give u some places to start, anyway!

So I know you said you'd like to steer clear of movies, and I totally get that bc I honestly do the same, so I'm only gonna rec one:

Baz Luhrman's Romeo + Juliet is genuinely a fantastic adaptation. It's well-acted, well conceived, and it's genuinely just fun to watch all around, and Shakespeare should (above all else, imo) be fun to watch.

Now some non-movies!!

I've no doubt you've encountered it bc it's everywhere, but the Much Ado About Nothing with David Tennant and Catherine Tate is an absolute delight any day of the year.

A lot of Shakespeare companies started offering online programming because of the pandemic, and some of them are still doing it! American Shakespeare Center has a few of their plays available for virtual ticket purchase (I recommend Henry V and Macbeth, I wasn't a huge fan of their All's Well but I'm also not a huge fan of All's Well in general, so take my word or don't) (it says that Macbeth isn't available for some reason but if you poke around on the website the links lead you to you can still purchase it from the calendar I think? Technology is weird, I dunno)

If you're in the UK (or have a VPN that can set ur location to the UK) then the RSC's 2021 Winter's Tale is available until April (so hurry up if u wanna see it lol)

Along that line, RSC has a lot of their stuff recorded and on DVD, so if there's a particular play you're dying to see, they've probably got a version of it, and given that it's the RSC, it's probably at least a comprehensible and well-acted version (everyone's got opinions abt the RSC and I'm no exception, but whatever I think, I've seen them do some damn good stuff so I say go for it) (just make sure, if ur gonna buy a DVD, that it's compatible with ur DVD player, I think their more recent stuff is region 0 but I'm not sure, and it's caused issues for me in the past!!)

If you've ever seen a good Shakespeare play, it's worth checking the company that did it to see if they've got any online programming as well! Look for shows in your area, try to find a company that does classics, maybe look for some outdoor Shakespeare once we hit summer (great thing abt outdoor Shakespeare is that its usually free and you can just leave whenever if you're not enjoying it) and take a chance on a college production or two? They can surprise you

I think that's it for now, I'm sorry I don't have more to offer but unfortunately, I just happened to get lucky with a few really excellent local sources, so I don't have much to offer in terms of what's available online. If anyone has anything to add, please reblog and add on, I'm always looking for more recs, and I'm sure anon is too. Thanks so much for dropping by the blog!!!

#askdrew #shakespeare tag #long post #sorry if this isn't what u were looking for anon i hope it was helpful anyway!!! #good luck to u and if u ever wanna talk shakespeare or ask my opinions on something dont hesitate to drop another ask or dm me!! #i love talking shakespeare any hour of the day

[imatechbummerliketomholland]

sorry seems to be the hardest word (2) - teaser

Hey everyone! Since I am not as productive as I wanted to be. I've decided to give you a little teaser of "sorry seems to be the hardest word" part 2. I am thinking of naming this part differently since we are going in a whole different direction of the plot. You even can propose a name for that in my ask box! I obviously leave you the suspense in connection with the established survey. But to give you a hint: the "Tom Holland and technology" that I am, don't know how to use google form and forgot to close the answers. I only realized that today. You were therefore able to determine who has a crush on reader and a choice finally stood out (and it is different from the one initially planned on the closing date of the votes). It changes the game of my current writing. What a div I am! Hope you enjoy this little sneak peek. Don't hesitate to like, reblog, giving me review (my ask box is open and i like to chat with you!) - love u ! xx

ღღღ Restoring a relationship of trust and regaining the bond that you both had was particularly difficult. You had to learn to find your place in Harrison's life, but also in his relationship with Grace. You were roommates and friends, but it was complicated to plan meetings with Harrison's busy schedule. Between his job search after the cancellation of his Netflix series, his photo shoots, his dates with Grace, those with his family. It was getting harder and harder to find a moment to reunite with the two of you. It was without counting your schedule.

You were supposed to meet at noon for lunch at that restaurant Harrison told you about where he took his mother earlier this year, for Mother's Day. You felt uncomfortable going to such a place. It was very fancy; you had taken a look at the menu and you knew in advance that you would not be able to afford to split the bill. That was sometimes one of the downsides of being friends with Tom and Harrison. They sometimes forgot that their salary was significantly higher than yours. After all, they were still simple, good-natured guys, never saying no to a quick takeout meal or ordering pizza, drinking a beer at the local pub. And sometimes, they offered to go to prestigious places, not paying attention to money, wanting to please their friends or family.

Currently you were in your room. You were throwing countless of clothes across the room, trying to choose what you could wear to this lunch. Harry stopped dead when one of your dresses flew out of your room, right in front of his nose, blocking his way. You had left your door open and your spontaneity got the better of your best friend.

“Easy, Tiger. I had no idea your clothes had the capacity of Dr. Strange's cape.” He joked before coming into your bedroom.

You turned to find Harry leaning against your doorframe, a smirk encrusted on his face. You gave him an unamused frown and his smile widened. This wasn’t funny at all; you were stressed as hell. It’s not like you still had feelings for Harrison and try to impress him – to be honest, you still had feeling for your friend, but not as intense as before, you had drawn a definitive line on the possibility of a romantic relationship with him, which had helped you a lot. – But you didn’t want to be dressed down and looked like a clown.

“Come on Munchkin, it’s just a lunch. At worst, Harrison can still make it looks like he invited you out for charity, sort of “Make a Wish” event” Harry joked, in his significant humor.

“Go to hell, Robert. Don’t you have a pack bag to make, mister “I’m going to Spain to help my superstar brother to hold his tea while he’s filming”?”

“Rude… I’m a film director, now”

You smiled at his cute pretending offended face. You pouted mockingly before biting your lip. You loved the dynamics of your relationship so much. Your humor, sarcasm, your outspokenness, that's what brought you together. Harry pulled you lightly from your closet with a comforting wink. He chose Yves Saint Laurent poppy red wool jersey flared pants that Tom gave you on your birthday. You smiled at his choice. You liked these pair of pants because they were sparkling with vitality, the color was flamboyant. Harry then gave you a satin pearl-colored shirt from Zara and you laughed at the drastic brand difference.

“Oh I see. A classy look but no more than £ 1000 that's pretty smart,” you joked.

The choice of your outfit once again proved the reality of hanging out with wealthy people. You were not poor; you could even be grateful for the life you had had. But it would never occur to you to give your friends clothes that were going over the miles and cents. To be honest, you wanted it. You wanted to live up to the gifts your friends sometimes gave you. But the truth seemed quite different: you had cried over the price of a used Rolex you wanted to give Tom for his birthday. Even having saved for 6 months, you could not afford such a gift.

“Shut up, don’t be so dramatic. Wear that necklace Harrison gave you for Christmas. I’m sure you’ll look fine”

“Thank you,Baz…I guess. ”

You kissed his cheek and then invited him out of your room so you could get ready. When you were finally ready, you walked to Tom's room. He had offered to take you to the restaurant where you were to join Harrison. But when you got to his ajar door, you could hear the soft sound of a slight snoring. You let out a chuckle before ordering an Uber. You knew he had spent almost a full month in Los Angeles and hadn't returned until early last week. You wanted to leave him as much as possible alone so that he could rest before his trip to Spain for the reshoots of his film Uncharted. Tom was a boy who loved being in touch with those close to him, but you also felt his need to recharge his batteries. That's why you preferred to let him sleep.

You went down to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water before leaving. When your Uber arrived, you left a note on the refrigerator to let the boys know you were safely gone. It was little everyday things that made you look normal that you enjoy. A post-it on the fridge, a table organizing household chores had been drawn up. Remember to yourself; It was Harrison's turn to take care of the laundry.

#harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #haz osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield fic #haz osterfield fic #harry holland #harry holland fic #harry holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic

[champgnesny]

final part of this series! that’s right i got to any way the wind blows again and ofc finished so thanks to that now we have:

“things i noticed while re reading any way the wind blows!”

btw this might contain spoilers so if u haven’t read it well here’s your warning!

we start off way too sadly, not noticing now but like ouch? let me stop crying for this mfs two seconds cmon.

simon tends to seem numb when his life is mess, but in reality he’s just two more tragic events far from exploding and being done with everything and everyone.

simon believing he doesn’t deserve baz breaks my heart every single time.

baz texts simon at least twenty six times until giving up and telling him he will tell him more when he gets back home.

this lead us to the next point, wherever simon is, that’s where baz considers his home.

it’s sad to think baz can’t talk with his own family about how things are going for him, cause well his life goes around whatever his doing with simon or discovering about vampires, and it’s so relatable it hits near home.

im pretty sure baz dad got something for naming his child with uncommon names, ej basilton and sophronia (like pls?) and then gets annoyed when people gives them nicknames to shorten their names to baz or soph lol.

baz it’s an incredible brother, it softens my heart seeing him sing to the baby, or comforting his sisters i swear.

when penny told baz that simon moved out and didn’t want to be found, baz stopped himself from thinking he hated him cause he knows he he would do everything for simon.

it’s always mentioned how it’s almost impossible to hide from someone you love, and it makes sense that simon doesn’t realize it when baz appears at his door, but it would have been cute to see him connect the dots later.

simon believes he was meant to find baz, that they were meant to find each other in all of their lifes, but mentions how this one isn’t the one he stays with him, and yes, you guessed, i cried.

i think most of you don’t realize how much does simon loves baz, yes, he was breaking up with baz cause he couldn’t keep up anymore but he also mentions how he was not going to be the reason baz couldn’t find something better and letting go is one of the hardest things someone can do, more when you are madly in love.

when they are arguing baz tells simon to use his words, and simon immediately goes like “that’s my boy” i cried five minutes straight to that line.

baz being desperate to get a reaction from simon shows how he would prefer having simon screaming at him, fighting, hitting each other than having nothing from him and it hurts me.

“ive been reliving all of it, our whole story, every night i stayed awake to watch him fall asleep, every time i threw a punch just to touch his face” was there any point on me putting this after what i said? no, but i want you to be hurt as much as i am, it’s lovely isn’t it people?

i feel like everyone eventually gives up on baz and he’s so used to it, but then having the person you love giving up on you too is just- no, and simon knows it cause he has been there so i think that’s also part of why he re evaluates the situation and decided to fight for him.

i like how baz didn’t forgive simon just cause he showed up at his door and how for the first time, he forced simon to express himself and tell him what he wanted while he also told simon about his own feelings and the things that hurt him.

baz being embarrassed for having rat blood is funny, but then simon cleans his lip and licks the blood from his fingers like- them.

i like how baz comforts simon but also lets him know what he’s doing wrong or what is hurting him, an open communication king.

the whole butter thing was absolutely lovely they are so cute i can’t. 💞💞💞

fiona is always teasing baz about everything it’s so fucking funny i love her.

them joking around and being the lovely happy couple they deserve to be warms my heart.

simon cuddling baz either with his arms, wings, both makes me so happy, cause i feel like even in his sleep he’s kind of protecting him bye.

simon having a thing for the way baz smells can be seen since the first book but this time he went absolutely feral about it and i love it.

it worries me a little bit the way simon bites baz like he bites him so hard pls but also it’s so pure and i cant with this two, they’re gonna be the end of me i swear to god.

"id drain you fucking dry baz, and it still wouldnt be enough” good thing baz is in bed cause if he wasn’t i am pretty sure his legs would had gone so week he would have fell, thank you.

we got lots of them being horny asf but everything felt so intimate and real and honest even then i was crying, i love this book.

as much as the violent thoughts but i love you thoughts are from baz, simon is currently going through it in page one hundred twenty three lol.

simon telling baz how he never really tried exposing him for being a vampire and baz asking him “have you ever made an effort in me?” sent me i am so so sorry.

page one hundred twenty five and we can already see how simon has a blood kink, amazing.

simon really suggested telling penny to find a way to get baz to drink his blood without turning him or drinking too much pls.

i just know baz let simon look at him while he was drinking the rats blood cause simon accidentally slipped in his ranting that he felt like being “bigger” so he could hold his feelings for baz… istg if baz isn’t marrying him soon, i will.

“fuck you snow” “someday perhaps, ive been told there’s hope” simon please. 😭😭😭

yes simon laughs, but when he’s with baz he tends to giggle, that’s so cute goodbye.

i love how them hunting rats ended up being a date, god bless snowbaz happiness.

simon dislikes the thought of baz going to war.

simon wanting to kiss baz full of rat blood is the most romantic thing i have ever seen and call me crazy but it’s absolutely lovely thank you.

agatha and niamh are the duo, disrespect them and i will jump at your throat in not a good way.

the way agatha rants about niamh tights it’s kind of funny, like she’s really into it and when she talked about boys she was like “that’s hot right?” like if she was waiting for someone to tell her it was so she could proceed please.

couples who take care of goats together, stay together me thinks.

agatha is way more powerful than she thinks she is, she literally invented a spell for goats in less than five seconds and it worked like cmon.

penny’s second name is leigh, fits her perfectly if you ask me.

penny is incredibly alike to her mother i don’t know how doesn’t she see it like i guess she will have to wait a few years to realize but her mother it’s definitely who she is about to become.

baz cousin, dev is into agatha and likes to rant about her idk why that’s funny but it is.

also i imagine simon face when he heard baz saying “took a break from sucking cock” and i just start laughing, please someone draw it out.

baz ranting about his family story and simon being actually fully interested on it makes my heart soft cause baz thought he wouldn’t care about it, stopping himself from continuing.

simon finding out baz is italian is one of my favorite things from this book, that’s it.

okay this way too long, continuing this in part two lmaooo.

#any way the wind blows #baz pitch #simon snow #snowbaz #agatha wellbelove #niahm #penny bunce #shepard love #carry on