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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 3 years

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Poison: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill, fluff and angst

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

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"What is food to one is to others bitter poison." - Lucretius

Cases involving children are never your strong suit. The last one with Billie Copeland was just so hard, you’re not sure if you can be involved in another one--that is until you learned what this case is really all about. Yes, there is a child involved, but the bigger picture has a much larger scale than children.

You have to remind yourself that you need to focus on the case and not on Spencer. It shouldn’t even be a hard thing to do, but something happened between you two when you took him to the bookstore right next to your apartment. After checking out a couple of books, and after Spencer had read virtually all of them, you decided it was kind of late and that you needed to get home. The store was closing very soon anyway, so Spencer opted to walk you home.

When you got to your door, he decided to give you a kiss on your cheek, but you moved your head at the last minute. He accidentally got the corner of your mouth, and that messed up his whole thing. Based on his reaction to your mouths almost touching, you know he can’t be that interested in you. If he were, then he would have just kissed you right there and then. Instead, he stuttered a goodbye and left.

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since. Does he like you? If so, then why won’t he just kiss you? If he doesn’t, then why does he agree to go on these dates with you. Whenever you two go out, you clearly state that this is a date, and he doesn’t say anything that dismisses that idea. Sometimes, you just wish you knew what was going on inside that big brain of his so you can dejumble it and tell him what the fuck is going on. You’d do it now, but you have a case that needs your full attention.

Apparently, a man and his son were driving down the road one night when the father pulled to the side of the road and got out. He walked into the woods, the son followed after him, and the father beat him almost to death. The son is in the hospital undergoing critical care while the father is in the psych ward. You’re not sure how it happened or why, but you know that it did. Hotch and Gideon got hold of the interrogation video sent over by the New Jersey Police Department.

Detective Hanover is the person who is going to be in charge and is also the person who you will be working with the entire time you’re in Jersey.

“State trooper took this before the paramedics showed up,” the detective says and shows Jack Fisher, the father of Eric Fisher, a picture of his unconscious body. “He's unconscious and has four broken bones. He's gonna be in the hospital for a month.”

“I didn't hurt my son,” Jack sighs.

“Do you remember removing the tire iron from the trunk?”

What, he used a tire iron? You gasp softly and put your hand to your mouth as you continue to watch.

“No! No!”

“What's the last thing you remember?”

“I picked Eric up from school on Friday, for the weekend. Who would do this?” he cries softly.

Hotch ends the video there and addresses the entire briefing room.

“This happened two days ago in Beechwood, New Jersey. Mr. Fisher had ingested LSD one afternoon and didn't come down until eighteen hours later.”

“The hospital reported six other patients who ingested LSD in the last twenty-four hours. The hospital called the CDC, then the CDC called us,” JJ finishes.

“So, a bunch of people got spiked. What makes it a BAU case?” Derek wonders.

“They each received ten to twenty times the normal dose.”

“That’s enough to kill a small child,” Spencer informs.

“Or cause a grown man to try and kill him with a tire iron apparently,” you sigh.

“Of the seven victims, there was one death and one coma. This is from the hospital's security footage the same night Fisher lost it,” JJ explains and uses the remote to put a different video on the screen.

It’s of the hospital that is in complete chaos. People are shouting, pushing, yelling, and apparently, having seizures. One man is on a stretcher, and he’s clearly on something. The doctors around him try to push past the madness of people to get him to a room while the nurses have their hands full of scared and angry patients. This wasn’t a spike or an overdose…

“These people didn’t get spiked. They were poisoned,” you reveal.

“Of the seven victims, Gail Norman was the only death. She was seventy-eight. She ran out into the middle of the road, and she was hit by a car. She was DOA,” JJ reveals on the plane ride over to New Jersey.

You’re sitting next to Spencer in one of the seats that are super cramped so that they can fit four of them in on either side of a small table. You’re sitting by the window, so essentially, Spencer is blocking you in. He’s not a big person, but because you have romantic feelings for him, it feels like a fucking trap.

“The other potentially fatal case is nine-year-old Brittany Canon. She fell out of a treehouse and fractured her skull. She's in a coma, but the doctors don't know if she's going to come out of it,” Hotch says.

“How do you wanna handle the press?” Gideon asks the liaison.

“We still don't know how these people even got dosed. I think it would be irresponsible to issue a warning without specifics. It'll just cause panic. I did notify the local PD, though, to be discreet.”

“How is it possible that none of these people knew how they got poisoned?” Derek wonders.

“None of them remembers anything about the day it happened,” you say and gesture, but your hand brushes up against Spencer’s leg.

You blush and mutter an apology, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He looks at you and blushes as well, but he is better at hiding it than you are.

“These people were so messed up; it's made it difficult for local PD to retrace the victim's steps.”

“So, we need to go on precedent. We know there are four types of poisoners who target multiple victims,” Gideon starts.

“There's the true believer--the political terrorist/religious cult. There's the extortionist--the product tamperer that holds the business hostage in exchange for money. The prankster--it’s usually a younger offender who doesn't mean any harm, and it's basically just a big practical joke to them. Then we have the avenger--someone with a personal vendetta who chooses poison as their weapon,” you explain the different types of offenders.

“We need to find out as quickly as possible which type he is. Because with the exception of the prankster, all these types commonly test their poison on a small scale before appearing at a larger attack.”

“Then, let's hope this one was just a prank,” Derek scoffs.

"I suggest we split up the victims and see if there's a pattern to the victimology,” Gideon suggests.

“Most of them are still in the hospital. I'll call local PD to meet us there,” Hotch confirms.

“I'll check the lab reports. Maybe there's a clue to the unsub's motive in the specific nature of the poison he used,” Spencer calls dibs.

“I can't imagine anybody could want this to happen.”

“If you don’t mind, I’ll head to the hospital with you. The kid may not be able to tell the doctor anything, but I certainly can. I’ll be able to see what really happened if his mother allows it.”

“Good,” Gideon nods once. “We need all the answers we can get.”

The hospital is buzzing with panic, fear, sadness, and grief. Many people are dying in this hospital, and to someone like you, you’re not sure you can be here for much longer. Hotch, Gideon, and the rest of the team don’t really understand how this all affects you. Normal people like the ones on your team see this hospital for what it is. They see people grieving and people crying, but they allow themselves to be separated from their emotions. They can walk into a loud crowd and tune out all the conversations and emotions without even thinking about it.

Not you. You’re completely different.

You walk into a crowd, and you’re overwhelmed by not only the physical sensation of people all around you, but your mind is also crowded. Your mind goes into overdrive as it inspects each person to make sure they are not a threat. To make sure that they are who they say they are. A normal person can see a kid walking down the street and not know they are kidnapped while you are able to determine that.

You walk into this hospital, and every single emotion of every single nurse, doctor, patient, and family member immediately go to your shoulders. Someone can be dying on the very top floor, and you’d feel how sad their family members are as they watch their beloved ones slip away. There could be someone in the next room receiving bad news, and it’ll be like you’re receiving the same news. It’s not fun living with your abilities, and you’ve caught yourself wishing it would all just end. However, you think about everyone you’ve saved, and it somehow all makes it okay.

“Detective Hanover, Beechwood PD,” the detective that was on the surveillance tape introduces himself to you, Gideon, and Hotch.

“Agent Hotchner, this is Agent Gideon and Agent Y/L/N.”

“Thanks for coming down on such short notice. The doctor said he may have permanent brain damage. I've never seen anything like this,” he sighs and looks at Eric, the little boy who was beaten by his own father.

“Well, let's hope we can help him.”

“Have you had a chance to review the victim's files?”

“We're especially interested in talking to the boy's father,” Gideon says.

“We'd like to get a sense of why he turned violent while the lab analyzes the specific nature of the LSD he was dosed with. we'd like to get our own sense: was it the drug itself or was there something else going on? Hopefully, that can give us a little bit of a window into the motive of the offender,” Hotch explains.

“He's in the psych ward.”

“Well, we'll keep it short,” Gideon replies.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll meet up with you two. I’m going to talk to the mother,” you offer, and Hotch just nods.

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crownedbyluke · 6 years

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First Kiss Series (Cliffo)

Premise: it’s your first kiss with the one and only Michael.

Word Count: 1,800

Calum

Work had always been fun. That was something you couldn’t deny, but work had become increasingly more distracting recently. Your new cubicle mate, Michael, was making it very hard for you to focus seeing as he was the most attractive man you’d ever seen. The way the button downs or sweaters always hung on his body had you thinking about him a lot when you weren’t at work. It was frustrating. You had to keep yourself focused or your boss would notice the dip in your workflow. Michael had just walked in and you were making an effort to make sure you weren’t staring at him.

“Morning,” he said setting a coffee by your desk. This was new. You two usually didn’t bring each other coffee in the morning and you also didn’t usually say good morning. It was more natural that you guys started talking at random times than having a routine.

“Morning. What’s this?” you asked picking up the cup and following his movements to his desk.

“I brought you a coffee. I figured you might need one,” he said with a shrug starting to get his computer ready for the day.

“Michael, what are you talking about?” you asked completely turning around to stare at him.

“You were up late,” he said and this confused you even more. Yeah, you had gone out with your friends last night, but you hadn’t gotten that drunk. Michael wasn’t even there so how did he know that you were out?

“And how do you know that?” you asked continuing to press him. You felt weird and it was sounding like he had stalked you or something.

“You texted me at two in the morning Y/N,” he said quietly. Your brain went into overdrive. If you texted Michael and you didn’t remember texting Michael last night, you couldn’t imagine what you said. You pulled out your phone and searched for what he was talking about. You clicked on Michael’s name and sure enough there were three texts that you had sent.

Why do you look so good in the mornings? iT’s not fair.

The way you bite your lip when you’re focused on something is really hot.

I might be a little wasted.

You gasped and looked up at Michael. He was being extra quiet and you were embarrassed to say the least.

“Oh my god, Michael, I’m so sorry,” you said and put your hand over your face.

“It’s not that big of a deal Y/N. I’ll try not to bite my lip anymore so I’m not distracting you,” he teased and you groaned instantly after hearing his words. You turned back to your computer and took another glance at the coffee.

“Thanks for the coffee though,” you said quietly and took a sip. It was just the way you liked it too. It made you smile a little that Michael had been somewhat paying attention to you when you weren’t noticing it.

You were still at work when everyone else had left. You needed to finish up a project by the end of the day for your boss and there were still some things that needed tweaking. You heard your phone buzz a couple times, but ignored it, too in the zone to look away from your work. When it went off for the fifth time in the row, you noticed finally. You had five texts and they were all from Michael.

I’m super wasted right now and all I want is to make out with you.

I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEND THAT.

Too late. You’re still hot anyways. Like those skirts you wear for big meetings. It’s like you’re trying to turn me on.

The way you lightly bite your thumb while reading something is also hot and makes me wish you were biting my thumb.

That was very sexual. Oh well. Still hot.

You couldn’t hold back the laughter that erupted from your mouth. Michael was very clearly a horny drunk and that was something you weren’t expecting. It was Friday and you were originally going to be out with your own friends, but the deadline came up instead. You weren’t sure if you wanted to reply, but you couldn’t help wondering what would happen if you did.

So biting my thumb turns you on huh? I guess I’ll have to stop doing that then.

You giggled to yourself before going back to your project. You were almost done and then you could send it out. Your phone buzzed and you had to force yourself to not pick it up. You finished your last sentence and sent the project off to your boss.

You’re killing me here Y/N. I’ll still have the skirts then.

You laughed again and smiled. A drunk Michael was something you weren’t ready for tonight, but you couldn’t wait to tease him about it on Monday.

You’re right. They are fairly inappropriate. I’ll invest in some nice dress pants then.

You started packing up your stuff to head home. You double checked that everything was set and that the office would be fine until someone came in tomorrow morning.

They better hug your ass well then.

You just shook your head at the text and started your journey out of the building. When you got outside, you were surprised to find Michael stumbling towards you.

“Michael?” you asked and watched as he nearly fell over. You went over and wrapped an arm around his waist to help hold him up.

“Y/N, I was just. Hi,” he said smiling at you. His breath reeked of alcohol and you were wondering where his friends were.

“Did you get left alone?” you asked and looked around to see no one else.

“No. I might have walked here on accident after getting dropped off at my apartment,” he slurred still smiling like there was nothing wrong and this was a typical interaction for you two. He was also acting like he hadn’t just been hitting on you.

“Okay, how about you direct me to your place then so we can get you home?” you suggested and laughed a little when he just nodded and pointed in the other direction.

When you finally managed to get Michael into his apartment, you had to admit you were pretty exhausted. It was a nightmare getting Michael up the stairs let alone to give you his keys. He forced you to dig in his front pocket for them and you hated him a little bit for it. He slumped onto the couch once you closed and locked his door for him.

“You’re just the best,” he said and giggled afterwards. You shook your head and just watched as he started to take off his shirt. You were unsure if this was your queue to leave or if Michael just didn’t care.

“Um, Michael,” you said which made him stop immediately.

“Right, you’re still here and you’ve never seen me shirtless. You wanna?” he asked his fingers moving slower to the buttons than before. Your voice was caught in your throat and you just watched as he slowly pulled the fabric from his shoulders. He left the couch and walked perfectly fine towards you. You just stood there and watched him.

“Michael, you’re drunk,” you said trying your best to look everywhere except at him and his chest.

“I’m not that drunk. I don’t actually get too drunk. I just get more confident,” he said taking another step towards you. You backed up to attempt to keep some space between you, but once your back hit the wall, you knew you were stuck. He took your hand in his and brought it up to his chest.

“Go ahead,” he said putting his free arm next to your head. You looked up at him and even though his eyes were slightly glazed over, you could still see Michael behind them. He was serious and it was very tempting.

“I’m not gonna do this when you’ve been drinking,” you said trying your best to lean away from him. You wanted this and you definitely wanted to touch him, but you didn’t want this to be something he forgot when he woke up.

“I stopped drinking a good two hours ago,” he confessed and smiled a little.

“Were you pretending to be drunk and needy then?” you asked getting slightly angry. If he wanted you to come over, he should have just asked instead of baiting you into thinking he need you.

“A little bit. Alcohol hits me at different times though so that was the needy phase, but I’m very aware of myself right now Y/N. I’m also very aware that your breathing has sped up since I got this close to you,” he said and smirked a bit. He was right though. Your breathing had picked up with being so close to Michael. You couldn’t help it, he was standing shirtless in front of you and you were very attracted to him.

“Okay fine, but you’re still under the influence,” you said and finally met his eyes. They were so light and you realized in that moment, how much you really wanted to kiss him.

“Maybe, but I still know what I want,” he said taking your hand and putting it on his chest again. You caved and ran your fingers over his chest, down his abs and back up again. He shivered but kept his eyes on you, gaging your reactions. When your hand stopped at his shoulder, he leant into you more.

“Don’t stop,” he said by your ear and bent his head down a bit. You felt him brush the hair from your neck away and shivered when his lips touched your skin. Your hand moved to his back and you felt all his muscles tense and relax again from your touch. He moved up a bit and started leaving kisses at your jaw. He stopped and rested his forehead against yours, staring you down, waiting. You took his hand with your free one and brought it up to your mouth. He bit his lip as he watched you lightly bite his thumb. He pulled his hand away and kissed you, his hands moving to your hair, your’s going to his shoulders. It felt right to be kissing him this way, passionately and unforgivingly.

“Jump,” he mumbled between kisses and you did. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands moving to play with his hair this time. You heard him groan at the feeling of you pulling lightly on the ends which just encouraged you to do it again.

“Fuck, I’m taking you to my room and I don’t care if you leave in the morning. I’m having you all to myself tonight,” he said pulling you off the wall and moving towards his room. You smiled slightly and connected your lips again. All your previous worries left in his living room and your entire focus on just Michael and keeping his lips on you for the rest of the night.

Well...that was different than anything else I’ve ever written. I really hope you guys liked it! Send me some feedback on this series though because like, I don’t know if you guys like it at all. Yeah? Cool.

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m39 · 3 years

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Doom WADs’ Roulette (1996): Dystopia 3

Isn’t it weird, that one of the creators, who’s a Chicago, Illinois native, smells of Polishness because of his last name? Maybe because of his ancestry, or maybe that’s just me having shit for a brain? Who knows?

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Fucking hell, I’m starting to repeat myself from the last review.

#3: Dystopia 3: Re-Birth of Anarchy

Main author(s): Anthony Czerwonka (Adelusion) and Iikka Keränen (Fingers)

Release date: May 25th, 1996 (Archives)

Version(s) played: ???

Levels: 11

As I said in my last review, we will be looking at something smaller. With some innovating (by that time) engine tricks.

There isn’t really much to talk about the creation of this WAD. All I’ve managed to understand is that Dystopia 3 is some kind of spiritual successor/continuation to the Adelusion’s previous WAD (Dystopia), which was a conversion of the Heretic WAD that has the same name. And that Fingers got in contact with him after releasing his first Singleplayer WAD and created six maps for Dystopia 3.

Okay, rambling part done. Let’s check out the WAD.

The story (from what I understand) is that you are basically one-way sent to do some killing spree/clean-up job in some shithole called Dystopia because of some failure of a sergeant (who might as well be the descendant of TF2!Soldier without any badassery or competence) who didn’t plan the escape, nor the other supervisors. Shame that there wasn’t a scene where Doomguy personally shoves his Super Shotgun up the ass of this failure of the soldier and gets promoted but hey, it was 1996, go figure (at least they could have written it down in a text form).

Starting, as always, with how the WAD looks, Dystopia 3 looks very good. I know people really like to talk about how the creators made the double bridge, and while it looks very nice, I feel like people don’t talk much about how the rest of the WAD looks asides from 3D tricks, and let me tell you something. Some of this stuff looks really fucking good.

I really liked Dystopia’s custom textures. The WAD aims at more sci-fi look and these textures help a lot to make it work better.

There isn’t really much about custom music. The first two levels use music from the first Doom (which is still better than just using stocks), MAP04 uses music from a game that I don’t think I’ve heard before called Descent, MAP10 uses music from Heretic, which is very fucking good, and MAP05 uses a track that might as well be some random noises and cacophony, I just hate it.

The structure, while mostly just going from A to B, has some interesting stuff. For instance, in MAP03, there is a race track, and you have 21 seconds (on Hurt Me Plenty) to finish it, or else you will die.

In MAP08, there is an elevator to the mines that has six floors, and I think it might be a reference to Tricks and Traps.

The levels were easy to understand. I knew almost all the time where to go or what to do next. The only level I kind of had problems with moving forward was MAP10, and even then, it wasn’t as sluggish as some of the levels from Memento Mori I and II.

I was thinking about keeping this information in secret, but you know what? Fuck it! You end the WAD by blowing up the Microsoft offices!

I’ll pretend that it happened because Doomguy found out about Sergeant Failure Supreme being there, complaining about not knowing what the X in the right-top corner does.

In terms of difficulty, there is some challenge in Dystopia 3, but it wasn’t as hard as Memento Mori I or II. As far as I can remember, there were two levels where you could mow everything down with Plasma Gun.

The challenge was also fairer than in the previous WADs. Sure, there were some bullshit parts but it felt like it was only once per map at most.

To sum it up: Dystopia 3: Re-Birth of Anarchy is a very fun WAD where I could rarely find anything to complain about. Adelusion might look down upon it, but there is no denying that this WAD feels like near perfection.

Next time, we will take a look at one of the Total Conversions. And it’s going to kick the overdrive with the next WAD.

See you next time.

Bye!

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sleemo · 6 years

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Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do

What is cooler than one multibillion-dollar box-office hit? Two multibillion-dollar box-office hits.

British actor Daisy Ridley is about to have both to her name as she returns as Rey in the next instalment of Star Wars. Emma Brockes meets her as she prepares for superstardom. — ELLE UK, December 2017

A few weeks after the release of Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Daisy Ridley, who plays Rey – Jakku scavenger, desert-planet survivor and feminist hero – went on holiday to an island off Croatia with friends from the crew. The actor, who was 23 at the time, had been warned that after the release of the movie – number seven in a franchise that has made more than $42bn (£33bn) – her life would dramatically change, and she was terrified. This was, after all, her first big-screen role.

In restaurants, she scrutinised waiters to see if they were being too nice to her; she wondered if she’d ever be able to use the tube again. On holiday, her friends started calling her Linda, ‘as a jokey alias’, she says, ‘and then they started calling me Paranoid Linda’ when she became convinced a man was following them around and wondered if he was a private detective employed by the studio.

Two years later, 25-year-old Daisy is sitting opposite me at a restaurant in downtown Manhattan, dressed in a shirt and capri pants in clashing blue-and-white prints, her hair still wet from the shower. She’s brimming with the kind of enthusiasm that reads on screen as charisma, and that helps to explain her meteoric rise from stage-school graduate with a few TV credits to her name to one of the most recognisable young stars on the planet. Paranoid Linda still makes an occasional appearance, she says, but mostly she has managed to adjust to life after two Star Wars movies.

Daisy clings to the fact that fame doesn’t need to have a warping effect. It also fits in with her belief that the best way to survive the pressures of high-voltage exposure is to try enjoying it. Everything is ‘amazing’ in her world and everyone is ‘remarkable’, ranging from her mum (‘a great person’) to Barbra Streisand, with whom she recorded a song in 2016 (‘a fantastic woman’), Harrison Ford (‘awesome’) and ‘Colly’ – Olivia Colman to you and me – who she starred with in Kenneth Branagh’s Murder on the Orient Express and who she found ‘incredible’, naturally. There is no hint of sycophancy here; it appears that Daisy is simply joyfully happy.

This cheerfulness has acted as a useful screen to hide behind during the years since she made Star Wars. Now her character, Rey, is back for The Last Jedi, the new Star Wars movie, directed by Rian Johnson. But Daisy found this one to be much more pressure than the first movie. ‘I suddenly felt a much bigger sense of re- sponsibility,’ she says. ‘I didn’t think I was good in the first film, and I was struggling with that.’

This is no humble brag. Daisy’s candour when it comes to her own performance is kind of startling. As a child, her general inability to disguise her feelings occasionally sent her into scatter-brained overdrive, an impulse that her loving London-based family: Mum, who works in internal communications; Dad, who’s a retired photographer; and two sisters – a model and a musician.

Daisy sometimes reads as posh – there is a certain ringing tone to her accent. In fact, she says, her family is more bohemian than posh. The accent, meanwhile, probably comes from boarding school. Aged eight, Daisy went to board at Tring Park School for the Performing Arts in Hertfordshire – not, she says, from any desire to be an actor, but because a friend of hers had gone to boarding school and it sounded like fun. ‘I was such a grumpy child,’ says Daisy, smiling at the implication that she can still, now and then, throw a big wobbler. ‘I used to get super-distracted – once I’d done my work, I would be annoying to everyone else – and my mum thought if I was busy, I’d be less distracting. I always sort of felt like I didn’t fit in.’ This anxiety wasn’t just a result of being a bookish teenager, but a feeling of unreadiness to go out and meet the world as an adult. ‘At 12 or 13, I didn’t know how to do make-up,’ she says, ‘and I still don’t know how to do my hair. And people wore high heels at that age!’

Even now, Daisy retains some small sense of herself as an outsider looking in. How could she not? Her CV at this point is extraordinary: as well as Star Wars, the actress has starred in Ophelia opposite Naomi Watts, and shot Murder on the Orient Express alongside Judi Dench, Penélope Cruz, Sir Derek Jacobi and Olivia Colman. It was on that last set that Daisy finally cracked. ‘I turned to Ken, wiped away a tear, and said, “I can’t believe I’m here, thank you so much.”’ Daisy adds, only half-jokingly: ‘“Did someone make you cast me?”’ (No, he said.) The self-deprecation is real. It’s not just the burden of fame or lame faux humility. There have been times in Daisy’s life, most notably after the first Star Wars movie was released, when she was literally uncomfortable in her skin.

At 15, she was diagnosed with endometriosis, a painful condition of the uterus lining that, along with other symptoms, can result in severe acne that is exacerbated by stress. You know, the kind of stress that comes when you find yourself the star of the biggest-grossing film of all time. ‘I was in my flat going nuts, and then my skin got really bad with the stress of it all, and I hadn’t been well – I had holes in my gut wall and stuff – and we were trying to figure out what to do with that because I’d felt poorly.’ She did what she always does in times of stress and turned to her family, moving first to her sister’s house, a few streets from their parents, then to a flat she rented on her own in the same west London neighbourhood.

Still, says Daisy, it was scary. It is difficult to think of a more in- tense introduction to Hollywood than winning a big role in a new Star Wars movie, nor a bigger professional leap than Daisy’s jump from small parts in the usual roster of UK dramas and long-running soaps – Casualty, Silent Witness, Mr Selfridge – to the first day of filming The Force Awakens in Abu Dhabi. She had only turned up to the audition when a friend mentioned she was going, too, and now here she was, on day one of the shoot, with a production assistant holding an umbrella over her to keep the sun off while she looked around and ‘freaked out’. And then JJ Abrams, the director, yelled ‘action’.

Daisy will never forget that first scene, in which she had to dismount from her Speeder bike and walk a short distance with BB-8 while saying something like, ‘We’re going to get you home.’ Is it true that, after delivering her line, JJ called her acting ‘wooden’? Daisy laughs. ‘It is true! After the first take, he goes, “Just a bit... wooden”, and then we carried on. But JJ is the kind of person who before a scene says, “Don’t fuck it up.” So he said, “Just a bit wooden”, and I was like, “Oh my God.” But it got better.’ She is still laughing at the discrepancy between how bad it sounds (quite bad), and how bad it was. ‘It’s only because that word “wooden” is so loaded. But it was just tense. And I thought, “OK, loosen that shit right up and it’ll get better.”’

In fact, Daisy found JJ Abrams and the rest of the production crew to be incredibly nurturing, to the extent that she was rarely aware of the Star Wars ‘ma- chine’. It was a friendly set, she says, where she mostly hung out with John Boyega, the 23-year-old Brit who plays Finn, and with whom she had the greatest number of scenes, although her best friends were among the crew. JJ Abrams had deliberately hired hair and make-up for Daisy from the team who had worked on the Harry Potter franchise because, she says, ‘aside from the fact that they’re amazing, he knew that they had looked after Emma [Watson], Daniel [Radcliffe] and Rupert [Grint] for however many years. I felt very well taken care of.’

Harrison Ford, meanwhile, reminds her of her dad – ‘They both have an earring and are fucking awesome,’ – and the first time she shot a scene with him, he gave her a hug and said, ‘She’s so adorable’, and she felt right at home after that. (Mean- while, when her real dad visited the set, he went up to Mark Hamill and, in classic dad fashion asked, ‘So, who do you play, then?’)

In fact, the most difficult thing about the whole Star Wars experience has been reconciling the terrible warnings she received about how life would change with the reality of what actually happened – that, and the anxiety of shooting the second film. In the first instance, ‘Everyone asked me, “Are you ready for your life to change?” And that gets into your mind.’ Throughout this period, she tried to hang on to a piece of advice given to her by the late Carrie Fisher – not to shrink away from the success, but to enjoy it – ‘And that was wonderful.’ Beyond that, she threw herself back into work. ‘At work, you’re normal, you’re not the anomaly, unlike in other situations.’

Surely she has occasionally been starstruck herself? ‘Absolutely not,’ she says. ‘I’ve never idolised anyone, really. I never had a crush thing. So when I met Barbra Streisand, for example, I was blown away, not because of her work, but because she’s a fantastic woman.’ It was JJ Abrams who recommended Daisy to Barbra, who was looking for a young star with a good voice to feature in Encore, her album of 2016. Daisy ended up singing with her on the song At The Ballet from A Chorus Line, and finding a new role model for herself. ‘I went to her house and we talked about [psychiatrist and psychoanalyst Carl] Jung because my dad loves Jung, and we were talking about dreams, and I left and got super emotional, not because she’s famous, but because she’s amazing. Part of her reputation comes from being a woman. If it was a man being “controlling” about his career, people would just say he knows what he wants.’

One of the things Daisy has struggled with in the wake of grow- ing fame is the responsibility of being told Rey is a role model for young girls. She has been asked about feminism and has had to scramble, on occasion, to form an opinion, not because she is bland or apolitical, but because everything she now says has the potential to come back and haunt her. For someone struggling with self-doubt, this can have a paralysing effect, and it is testament to Daisy’s seriousness that she has the sense to acknowledge it.

Of course, whatever kind of attitude you have, being a beautiful young woman in Hollywood means you are exposed to constant scrutiny. Daisy, like Anne Hathaway and Jennifer Lawrence before her, will have to weather the salacious interest that undercuts anything she has to say and, if she seems less confident than her peers, it’s not only part of her charm but also, paradoxically, speaks to some deep-seated security that one assumes comes from Daisy’s family; it can take greater courage to admit to one’s weaknesses than to cover them up with bravado or a fake kind of self-confidence.

She has also learned to sit back and relax a little, although shooting the second Star Wars movie, in which she had fewer scenes with her pal, John Boyega, made her briefly very stressed. ‘It’s not this big adventure that I’m on with John [unlike in the first movie]. I was thinking I did the first one because I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into and I was having loads of fun, and suddenly I’m realising what this actually is, and I can’t fucking do this.’

She says all this with a smile to acknowledge how neurotic this was. ‘I’m highly dramatic – so it’s all “oh my God”. And [director] Rian [Johnson] just said, “We’re going to do this, and these are the scenes, and this is how it’s going to work,” and finally I was like, “Oh yeah, this is working.” The fact is sometimes you’re not good at your job, and sometimes you’re better at your job.’

Having that kind of experience helps, but Daisy still has moments when she has to check herself to make sure it’s all real. There was one night on the set of Murder on the Orient Express when she found herself sitting around playing cards alongside Sir Derek Jacobi, Olivia Colman, Penélope Cruz and her husband Javier Bardem, who had come to support his wife. (Judi Dench had retired early to bed.) The next day, she and Sir Derek sat around doing the crossword. Even Paranoid Linda couldn’t worry the fun out of that one.

Star Wars: The Last Jedi is out on 14 December.

— ELLE UK, December 2017

#i forgot to post this earlier #*#uploads #daisy ridley #elle uk #interview #rey #star wars #tlj #the last jedi #the force awakens #john boyega #jj abrams #harrison ford #rian johnson #kenneth branagh #murder on the orient express #carrie fisher #q

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curiousimaginings · 7 years

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Unexpected (LetoJokerxReader)

AN; Thank you for being nice about my absence, the family stuff is still going down but I had to give you guys something. Sons of Anarchy is scheduled for tomorrow.

So this is a lil imagine for my friend, she adores J but bats for the other team so asked for a; ‘What would J do if his daughter came out as a lesbian’ dealio. I honestly hope I did it justice, I much prefer writing darker Joker stuff but i’m running low on inspiration and this was super fun.

I JUST WANT IT TO BE CLEAR THAT REGARDLESS OF SEXUAL ORIENTATION OF THE DAUGHTER THIS STORY WAS ALWAYS GOING TO END THE SAME WAY.

MASTERLIST REQUESTS WELCOME!!

Warnings; swearing, knives, mention of death, I think that’s it?

J paced the living room trying to come up with something to get her to stay. Nothing he had tried so far had worked and he was getting more and more furious as time ran out. Exasperated he lashed out at the closest thing to him, a lamp in this case. He quickly sent the object flying, it hitting the wall across from him and shattering much like the last bit of hope he had.

At the sound of the broken glass you let out a drawn out sigh. He’s so fucking dramatic you rolled your eyes to yourself. Abandoning your task you went off to find Sir sulks-a-lot.

Entering the living room of the grand apartment you inhabited with the criminal King of Gotham you watched his tantrum unfold. He was methodically destroying everything in sight. His goons attempted to leave undetected. A few weren’t so lucky and their brain matter now glistened on your walls.

And you had just redecorated. You pouted petulantly.

After a couple of minutes of him muttering to himself, manically laughing and breaking all of your worldly goods, you’d had enough.

‘Whatta you doing J?’ you questioned, realising you shouldn’t have walked in sans shoes. Dammit.

Trying to map out a safe path towards him was difficult but you somehow managed it. Feeling accomplished you met his furious glare.

‘What do you think I’m doing?!’ He growled angrily.

Luckily, you aren’t easily intimidated; ‘Messing with the Feng Shui of the room?’ You muttered unimpressed by the mess you would have to deal with and crossed your arms defiantly.

His jaw clenched. ‘Really Dollface you wanna test Daddy right now?’ he managed to grit out between his metallic teeth.

‘Someone’s gotta!’ You smirked playfully, hoping to distract him slightly. Unfortunately it didn’t work.

‘This isn’t a laughing matter Y/N! Our little Princess is..is leaving us, me! ME!’ He went from distraught to raging in a matter of seconds and you realised you were in for another fun evening. Greaattt.

‘If by leaving you mean going on a date, then sure.’ You shrugged non-committedly, mourning the loss of your beautiful glass coffee table.

You had to admit you felt for the guy he went from believing it would be him his Queen, and their Princess against the world forever and always, to said Princess sitting him down and telling him she was a lesbian, an inconsequential fact that just made you both love and admire her more for being her true self. She was the embodiment of the clown family motto; fuck everyone else, be unapologetically you, and if you can piss of b-man in the process that’s a plus.

What he had seemed to fixate on was that he wasn’t the sole possessor of her heart anymore. All this in the middle of a particularly bad work week, in which Batsy had foiled his plans once again. And to top it all off, because what was life without added drama? This guy has no idea how to process “normal” emotions. It’s a wonder Gotham hadn’t been burnt to ashes.

‘Dating doesn’t mean movies Y/N, it’s just an excuse to go fornicate and plot against me!’ He spat out.

You suppressed a laugh as best you could. Did he actually just say fornicate? I think he did. At that you felt yourself cackling the laugh he usually can’t help but join in with.

‘Babe you are being ridiculous!’ you spat out between laughter but you weren’t finished. ‘Besides she’s still a virgin, very happily so, unless you’re questioning her words as well as her actions now? Honest to God J you need to calm down’

He blanched. His little Princess and sex where two things he didn’t want to associate together.

‘You’re constantly comparing the two of us, “your Princess and your Queen”. So surely if she’s anything like me we’re golden! I mean I was a virgin until I met you J, just because she’s old enough to date doesn’t mean she’s getting around’ you defended your daughter. Playing to the side of him that worshipped the ground his girls walked on.

You may be criminally insane but you had taken your role as a mother extremely seriously. You taught your daughter everything she would need to know to survive in a place like Gotham and that meant being totally honest with her about the true power and manipulation a woman had at her disposal. But above all that, intelligence was her strongest asset and to never underestimate it. She had great morals and aspirations and you had no inclination to believe that she would fuck it up over some girl. She was the heir to the criminal underworlds throne and she wasn’t letting anything get in the way of that. She was insane not an idiot.

‘Yeah well, if she’s anything like her mother she won’t need much convincing’ he huffed and then realisation of what he had just said washed over him.

‘What are you saying Joker, and I swear to Batsy and back, THINK before you open that shiny little mouth of yours’ you stated menacingly, your face emotionless although your eyes froze him to his spot in front of you.

‘Just that… that.. th-that what if she really loves this girl? What if she leaves us? Leaves me?!’ he implored.

Honestly you had thought that when your daughter had come out to you both that J would be ecstatic at the thought of being the only man in her life, and for about an hour he was. Yet, soon every female friend mentioned, or woman in general had become a threat and you had been extremely surprised when your daughter had come home a few days later and announced she had a girlfriend. The girl had balls and you were proud of her for not putting up with her Dad’s bullshit. Her happiness meant more to you than anything, more than even J’s and you’d be damned if anyone fucked with it even her father.

You again rolled your eyes at this maniac’s petulance. He may be the most feared criminal in Gotham but for fucks sake he didn’t half know how to blow something out of proportion.

He really does have a knack for explosions, in all aspects of life it would seem.

Leaving him to further rant about how he was the only person either of you should need and that he will kill “that motherfucker if she so much as looks her in the eye” ‘sure’ you called out not really listening to his monologue as you went back in to the kitchen.

Frost was hiding out in there going over the plan for the night with you when J decided to storm in dramatically.

‘SHES A CHILD SHE SHOULDN’T BE DATING!’ He exclaimed, demanding you agree with him judging by the furious icy glare he threw your way.

‘J you’re being ridiculous..’ he cut you off with a growl. A glare of your own stopped whatever argument he was about to unleash.

Frost sat in amazement still not sure how you were able to have such a hold over his boss, even after all these years.

‘Do you not trust her?’ you accused.

The hurt was written all over his face; ‘Of course!’ he bellowed appalled by your insinuation.

‘Then you have nothing to worry about, she can look after herself it’s not like she’s whoring herself out for cash. They’re going to the movies!’ you shouted completely done with this drawn out overdone argument.

Six fucking days he’d been rabbiting on about this. Six. Long ass. Fucking. Days.

Picking up your favourite knife you started playing with it, a gesture that you unconsciously did when you were at your wits end.

Frost eyed the knife in your hand being twirled around and slowly made his escape out the room, if things were about to go south he didn’t want to be an easy target.

‘Listen I know you like to live in this perfect illusion that she’s still your innocent little Princess, but she’s not. She’s sixteen J! She’s a beautiful, intelligent young woman! She knows what she’s doing you have nothing, NOTHING to worry about’

He rolled his eyes at your attempt at placating him. THAT’S IT I’M DONE PLAYING NICE you fumed.

Throwing the knife in your hand you watched as it flew past J’s head landing in the wall beside him. He looked at you wide eyed, he knew better than to aggravate you.

Storming up to him you poked him in the chest; ‘Listen here J, and listen good. Do you honestly think I would allow our daughter out of this house without knowing every detail about her little girlfriend? Do you honestly think that I haven’t got a plan?’ you growled angrily.

At that his expression changed in to an almost proud smirk. He knew you almost better than you knew yourself, and for a minute you were terrified that he’d see through you. You just tried to keep up the anger and defiance and hope that after all these years you could get this one little thing past him. Of course you had a plan, just not one he would like.

‘You are going to go in to her room right this instant, and you’re going to apologise to her for being a brat..’ he went to interrupt but you clasped your hand over his mouth, ‘then you are going to give your blessing and be nice to her partner when she shows up, no ifs, no buts, you will do it for HER, and then when they’re gone we are gonna take advantage of the little time we’ll have alone before she comes back heartbroken and vengeful’ J just nodded and fled the room as he saw you eyeing the knife beside him.

‘Princess!’ he called to her heading off to her room, his mind working in overdrive.

Frost slunk back in to the room; ‘ma’am?’ he questioned.

You smirked at him already counting your chickens, ‘Keep to the plan Frosty’ you quipped quietly exchanging looks. He merely nodded once and backed out in to the shadows once more. - Later that evening your daughter was talking excitedly with her father about her sweetheart and the film they were going to see, and he diligently sat and took in every word lighting up at her happiness. He was even pleasant to the girl in question when she showed up for your little Princess, well as polite as the Joker can be.

You watched him, and he watched you in turn.

What he saw was you talking quietly with the nervous looking fool who his daughter was so invested in. What he didn’t hear was you threatening to kill that little shit slowly and painfully if your daughter was at all unimpressed with her.

What he did see was you pulling your daughter in to a tight hug and telling her to have fun, playing with her curls. What he didn’t hear was you telling her that Frost would be the only one escorting them and not to worry about her father you knew just how to distract him.

What he saw was his daughter glowing with happiness and walking out the apartment hand in hand with her eyes never once flitting to him. His chest constricting slightly in response. What he didn’t hear was you threatening to cut off Frosts balls if anything happened to her under his watch.

What he saw was you coming towards him with lustful eyes intent on distracting him. What he hoped for was that you’d have little time before his Princess came back heartbroken. What he wanted was to be planning the girls torture with his little Princess in just over an hour at most.

What he hadn’t expected was to be so filled with joy when his daughter trailed in hours later ecstatic and love sick, running to him and throwing her arms around him telling him she loves him, and that he was the only man for her, completely ignoring the marker pen smile he had scrawled on his face and the faint smell of liquor clinging to his clothes.

What none of you expected was for him to have seen through you all along.

What neither you nor, Frost or your little girl had expected was for her little girlfriend to wash up in the Gotham River the next morning, a marker pen smile of her own plastered on her face.

So that was an experience I guess, thanks kids! Please don't be shy and request!! I prefer writing the darker stuff but this was fun. Until next time kiddos x

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cheznieba2a · 6 years

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Inanimate Objects Initial Idea

As soon as we were given the run down of this project, my poor brain was sent into overdrive thinking of ways I can animate one of my self diagnosed addictions stationary. To give you an idea of how excited I was, here’s a picture of my frantically scrawled down notes written in real time with my brain:

Incase that makes literally no sense to anyone apart from me, this is what i’m going on about:

As soon as the slide came up with the text all about narrative structure, my brain immediately went to that overly violent game which for the life of me I couldn’t remember the name of (shoutout to James for understand my frantic confusion and informing me it was mortal combat). Now i’m not usually one for violence, and trust me, this will be nowhere near as gruesome as the actual mortal combat, but I just loved the idea of health bars and combo moves. For some reference, I did a quick youtube of some gameplay from a channel called PELO: https://youtu.be/7mK8xZS6h38 (if you are to watch this, I would recommend starting at 1:00 and ignoring the screens when it’s showcasing what buttons to press for what moves, just because I’m only using the actual fighting as reference). Basically, I just want to steal the camera angles, health bar and fighting style, but mixing it up to fit the theme of this project. Here’s a terrible mock up of what’s going on in my mind!

The only problem is that i’m not entirely sure if i’m allowed to do this? Like, the brief is on the stricter side especially with all the specifications about framing and what have you, but an email has been sent to dear Jon so fingers crossed my friends.

UPDATE

Turns out I won’t be crying myself to sleep tonight from the loss of this idea!

Thanking you greatly Jon.

If you can read my notes at all, the 3rd object in this almost organised idea is a lamp. Which now i’m typing it out kind of seems like it could be considered not a stationary item? I mean, it’s on most people’s tables, soooo does it count? One moment, let me just send another email, i’m so sorry.

While we await that reply, this is where i’m going with the lamp:

Not only could it add some fun lighting, which I have lovingly showcased with a couple of pens, but it would add narrative!! You see, my pen and ruler (say I roll with this idea) could be fighting over whether they want the light on or off, and I have one of those lamps with a posable... neck? stem? whatever it’s called, so I could maybe make the lamp dance when the winner wins?! Listen, you’re on this idea roller coaster with me and there’s no escape. Oooo, and a thought that probably should’ve come to me sooner - the lamp will emphasise night time. Simple, yet hopefully effective!

The one problem I’m currently facing is set design, I just can’t quite think of how to make this look like it’s set on a desk, especially because i’m thinking of dong a wide shot for the majority of it.

My initial plan is to maybe bring in like a plank of wood or something similar and try to shoot it so that I can make it look like a table top? I don’t want to make the background boring either but adding in a bunch of table top items like a pen pot etc. would then be adding more than 3 inanimate objects so I suppose that’s out of the picture. Maybe I could hang a poster of some variety in the background, like a cheap science one to kind of give that study vibe. Honestly, I’m just having a brainstorm here.

UPDATE AGAIN

The lamp is all good and I’ve learnt something about Jon’s desk so I say it’s a huge success. Also, found out that I am intact allowed to add more objects to the background as long as they don’t move or get interacted with so wicked, i’m all set. I’m thinking just my pen pot with suffice in making this look like a table, I mean, I need to remember that this is fully just a project about our animation skills and not set design (sadly) or any other mumbo jumbo because I’m pretty sure I’m already thinking way to hard about this.

I’ve also just amazon primed a helix flexible 60cm ruler so it’s on, we’re doing it.

Conclusion

I know this is my first idea but I’m so so so super happy with it that I’m just going to continue metaphorically holding it like a baby and carry it to the bitter end. Saying that, I know I will be changing it somewhat, that’s what preproduction is all about ya know. I still need to fully figure out lighting and how I’m going to animate the pen but hey, my goal is to have all my ducks in a row by the end of the week. There is a possibility that I could be trying to cram too much into the 10-15 seconds we have, but I’ll know for sure when I start working on the animatic. Basically, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.

25-26/09/18

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