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TOM BLYTH as CORIOLANUS SNOW in THE HUNGER GAMES: THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS & SNAKES (2023) dir. Francis Lawrence

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Klaus: Here you go Five, a nice hot cup of coffee.

Five: It’s cold.

Klaus: Nice cup of coffee

Five: It tastes horrible.

Klaus: Cup of coffee

Five: I’m not sure that this is even coffee…

Klaus: Cup

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Five: This is my brother, Klaus. He’s adopted.

Klaus: but Five we’re all adopted-

Five: he’s extra adopted.

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i present to you, the umbrella academy as brandon rogers clips

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klaus hargreeves

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like or reblog if you save or use!!

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conan gray

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real ~ corbyn besson

requested: yes

Can you do a Corbyn imagine where you and him are set up to be in a fake relationship by management but it turns out they actually like each other? Thanks :-)

summary: recording artist, y/n is matched up with corbyn besson to promote each of there albums. skip some time and they’re both convinced it’s something more. 

warning(s): cursing

word count: 2821

author’s note: fun fact: i used to be obsessed with fake relationships becoming real that i wrote a whole story about one and named it this exact thing. i really liked this prompt. hope you enjoy:)) i have an idea for a part two that doesn’t really correlate to the ending but would fit nicely. idk if i’ll do though.

I crossed my legs, waiting impatiently in the silence waiting room. It honestly just smelled official in there, like something big was going on in every single office of the building. Although I’d been in here several times, always being good news, nerves still struck me every time i took another seat in the nicely upholstered chairs.

Nicole, the assistant, appeared from behind the corner and i automatically stood up, meeting her halfway. It was scary, but she was always kind and gave me a smile. She offered me food or drinks, but i declined, unsure if i wanted to hold up this meeting for any longer.

I was lying on my bed, ready for my day off when Jeff, my manager called me in for an emergency meeting. It was strange, since these usually only happened when I was getting bad publicity (once, and a lie) or when we had a problem with touring or music release dates that were trying to be solved. I was only in the writing stage, so there’s nothing to decide on. he knows that.

As i turned the corner by his office, I heard loud voices and talking coming from his office. Why was there anyone else inside? Nicole brought me to the door, being sure I was good to go before letting me inside of the large office.

There were six chairs in front of Jeff’s desk now, but no one sat in them. Jeff was across the room, enjoying himself with the five other people in the room. I looked around, staring at the boys who seemed to be around my age, give or take months or years. They looked sorta familiar, but they could be a client that I’d seen from Jeff.

“Nicki let me in, i - i can wait.” i say, making a move towards the door.

Jeff stops me, “no, no. you’re right on time.. alright boys, time to take a seat.” 

I was highly confused. Why was I in a meeting with these boys? Why was it an emergency? Who were they, anyways? It’s all so confusing and open.

“Ok, Y/n, these are the boys of Why Don’t We, one of my most successful group artists. Jack, Corbyn, Jonah, Daniel, and Zach, this is Y/F/N Y/L/N, one of my most successful solo artists.” I looked over at the boys, giving them half a wave before turning back to face him, “i’m sure you’re highly confused.” 

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