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cassercole · 5 years

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the one with the asgardian drug

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“Q was in my dream last night.” Natasha mused aloud, unexpectedly. Steve looked over from where he was pouring himself a bowl of Lucky Charms, surprised by what she had said. The reasoning behind her comment was clear; both of them knew how much his dead wife loved the cereal. Or at least the marshmallows.

“Really?” he tried to keep his voice level even though emotions were beginning to stir in his gut. He was curious though as to why Q would appear in Nat’s dream all of a sudden, “What happened?”

“Nothing, really.” she shrugged and made a face to play it off, “We were at her apartment she had back in D.C., just drinking wine…” she trailed off while trying to remember the specifics of the dream, “I don’t really remember why, but we were laughing at something.” she smiled fondly at the memory of the dream, “It was nice to see her again. Hear her laugh.” In an effort to make it seem like he was happy for her, he tried to give her a bit of a smile, but it fell flat. If anything, he was jealous. Why had Nat gotten to see his wife, but he didn’t?

“I, uh, haven’t dreamed about Q in a while.” he admitted with his gaze shifting to the cereal bowl in front of him, “It kind of sucks.” he blinked as his gut knotted up with emotions: sadness, anger, nostalgia.

“Tends to happen when you move forward with your life.” she stepped over to the other side of the counter, “You lose that connection.” The explanation may have been true, but it didn’t make him feel any better.

“I don’t want to forget her though.” he reached for a spoon, but didn’t dive into his snack, “I just...want to see her myself. I...just want to touch her again.” he stared off past Nat, not being able to meet her eye after his confession. Both of them were quiet for a moment before Nat spoke again,

“What if there was a way you could see her right now?” Her question, though ridiculous, didn’t fail to make his heart skip a beat at the thought. Eyes shifting to meet hers, he silently asked for more information, “Before he left for Asgard, Thor had some pretty intense ayahuasca type stuff. Stuff he was using to deal with what happened on Wakanda and in the Garden.” she explained, “I never tried them because I’m pretty sure they would kill a human but…” she rose her eyebrows at Steve, “I don’t think regular drugs are going to work on you.” she reminded him of his super soldierness and the strange limits that came with it.

“Think it could work?” he had to admit he was considering it. He had never been one to do any type of drugs, even before the serum, but this could be a way for him to see Q again. Why not at least try?

“I think it could be worth a shot.” she shrugged, not seeing any reason not to try it. If there was a chance it could help, she wasn’t going to stop him. For once, she had gotten lucky and she wasn’t about to take it for granted.

A few minutes later, Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed he and Q used to share a long time before Thanos even happened. Thor had left quite enough of whatever sort of drug it was behind, including even some liquor Steve definitely grabbed for a later date. Natasha had put pillows around him like a wall to protect him in case he went rolling off or flailed around while he went on whatever it was one went on after taking an unknown Asgardian drug.

“Okay, so there are obviously no guarantees.” she pointed out after putting on some music that was nice but not overwhelming. Spotify didn’t have playlists for hallucinations. “You might get to see Q or you might not. So don’t blame me if this doesn’t work.” she gave him a pointed look. A quick smile flashed over his face and he nodded. Mostly he was grateful she had supported him through this, knowing it was a weird thing for him to be doing. He was just desperate to see Q again. Hating how it had only been six months and he had already begun to lose so much of her.

“Okay, let’s do this.” he let out a slow breath, calming himself and trying to think only good thoughts. Memories that involved Q, hoping it would help bring her to him. Nat gave him an encouraging smile and turned to get the pipe off the top of the dresser. She brought it over to him and paused for a moment,

“You want me to stay?” Offering her watchful eye was sweet, but he didn’t need her to see whatever sort of reaction he had to the drugs.

“Uh, no, I think I should do this by myself.” he ran his hands over his thighs, suddenly getting nervous. Still, she nodded understandingly.

“Okay, so I’ll stay until you’re under and then I’ll leave.” she planned out her course of action to his nod of agreement. Then she moved the pipe in front of his face again so he could inhale once she lit it.

At first, Steve didn’t feel anything. It was like he had done nothing more than take a drag of a cigarette. Immediately, disappointment flooded his system. Once again, the super soldier serum ended up ruining something rather than helping him. Then, the room started to sway. Enough to make him feel sick to his stomach. He closed his eyes to make it stop, only to feel himself being yanked down. Like a sudden drop on a rollercoaster.

Opening his eyes, the pure whiteness of the large room overwhelmed him. There were no other colors except white. That combined with the utter brightness should’ve given him an instant headache, but instead all he felt was a weird sense of calm. Turning in a small circle, he realized that there was a soft glow of red pulsating across the walls. Like a sound wave, except there was no sound. Something else he realized shortly after. The room was deathly quiet. Not even his footsteps or breaths made a sound.

“I’m here.” Q’s voice quietly echoed around him. Again, he turned around himself only to spot a glass door he hadn’t seen before on the opposite end of the room.

There, on the other side of the glass, was Q herself. Against a backdrop that was mainly the same as the room he was stuck in, just more blurry with the redness of some sort of energy he didn’t understand. She was dressed in a white jumpsuit of sorts, the color contrasting with her dark waves of hair. There wasn’t an ounce of makeup on her face, but her skin was clear and her eyes were bright -- reflecting the light of the room. Emotions bubbled up inside of him and he felt his breath catch in his throat. He walked toward her, hands going to the handle of the door. As soon as he turned it, pulled the door open, he could --

The room flipped upside down and he found himself standing in the middle again. Confused, he looked around himself to see if he was still in the same place as before. He was, he could tell by the glow. At the opposite end of the room Q was still standing on the other side of the glass door. Heart beating soundly in his chest, again, he moved to open the door -- only for the room to flip once more.

God, it was like he was stuck in one of Dawson’s video games, restarting the level over and over again. Tears of frustration, desperation sprung up and he had to blow out a few breaths to calm himself. This wasn’t fair. He was so close. She was right there. Why wasn’t the room allowing them to be together? Wanting nothing more than to get past this apparent roadblock, he hurried to the other end of the room and reached out for the handle, intent on twisting the handle and pulling open the door faster than before; this time the room wouldn’t realize it.

“Steve, stop.” Q instructed, voice echoing again but making sure he didn’t make the same mistake thrice. Who knew how much time they had. He let out a shaky breath, trying to calm himself down a bit, but still held on to the handle. Raising his head up, he saw Q take a step closer to the glass. She was right there. Right. There. She was here with him. She was okay. Another breath full of emotion escaped from him, broken but healing as he worked his way through the pain of being so close but so far.

Q raised her hand up, placing it on the glass that separated the two of them. Her left hand. Still wearing the engagement and wedding ring. Instinctively, he followed suit and let out a small laugh of disbelief. One that she echoed and he heard. God, it was so good to hear her make even the smallest, lightest of sounds again. Even with their hands pressed against the opposites sides of the glass, he could practically feel the warmth of her skin again. The softness of it. It was close enough.

And then she smiled. She smiled at him. The smile he hadn’t seen in what felt like a lifetime. The smile that made his heart light up. The smile that was meant only for him. His eyes began to water, but this time with tears of happiness and relief. Because this was real, she was real and there with him. The smile proved it. Everything proved it.

All things considering, it felt a bit wrong that a smile broke out across his own face. But he couldn’t contain the joy that came with seeing her again. His lower lip began to tremble just slightly at the thought that this would never be enough, that he could never keep this up, that it would have to end soon, but he pushed past it. He pushed past it and tried to enjoy the few precious seconds he had left with his wife in whatever sort of plane or realm they were in.

“I’m here, Steve.” her voice continued to echo around him even though her mouth didn’t move. They just stood there, smiling at each other like two dumb idiots in love. Until her face started to blur just slightly, and then more and more, and…

Eyes opening suddenly, he took in a loud, sharp breath. The world crashed down around him, shattering into tiny pieces. Small, short sobs escaped him while he rapidly came down from the Asgardian drug. The whiteness, brightness, of the room he was in faded with each quick passing blink of his eyes.

Clenching his fists in the blankets on the mattress, he came back to himself. His chest quickly rose and fell while he tried to regain a normal breathing pattern. A floodgate of emotions had been opened. Paired with the side effects of the drug, his body was trying to figure out what to do. Tears streaming down his face, he took in a deep breath, remembering where he was: in his bedroom at the compound. Alone.

But he had seen her. So that had to count for something, right?

#**#**writings #reality in motion #queve #ocappreciation #v much insp by sfyl #ok??? ok

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stonerbughead · 5 years

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bodysuits for bughead riverdale 4x02 podcast up now~

The latest @bodysuitsforbughead podcast, “Riverdale 4x02 - “Chapter Fifty-Nine: Fast Times at Riverdale High” is up! Listen now: Spotify | Apple | Stitcher | SoundCloud

feat guest: Hailey

It’s senior year, baby, the high school hijinks are at an all-time high, and we are HERE for it! Okay, first of all, this is an AMAZING Bughead episode and we talk about ALL of it: the sexy af night-before-senior-year sex, the cute kisses, Betty being the most supportive girlfriend of all fucking time as Jughead decides to transfer to Stonewall Prep. Then, there’s the fact that they FINALLY addressed Reggie being abused by his dad and dug into two fractured friendships: Betty/Kevin and Reggie/Archie. And of course, from Cheryl having her dead brother in the basement and starting a prank war with Dawson’s Creek-alum Principal Honey to Veronica being followed around by an absurd number of paparazzi and performing All That Jazz before a press conference, this show continues to be wild and we continue to Love. It. So Much. Obsessed. Season 4’s gonna be a good one.

Bodysuit looks below!

Hailey wears corduroy for fall, pink because it’s gonna be Betty’s year, and a jumpsuit style for the imprisoned Lodge parents, while Maria also wears pink cord for Betty and a see-through Veronica-ish shirt and sexy bodysuit in honor of the pre-senior year core four sexy times. (And it delivered.)

#bodysuits for bughead #riverdale 4x02 #riverdale podcast #bughead #riverdale season 4 #mine

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maximows · 5 years

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Against the Odds - Chapter IX

Nobu,

MASTERLIST (mobile) AO3

Warnings: smutty SMUT, fluff, so much love, chaos, smoking, drinking (but not in a negative way) and swearing

“You ready?” Chris asked, opening the car door. As always, he wanted to open mine to maintain his Prince Charming reputation.

“Yeah, let’s let the world know.” I said as he left and walked around the car to let me out.

We had managed to keep out engagement quiet for months and decided to officially announce it during tonight’s Oscars. I had been nominated again and since we had decided to attend major events together, we thought it was a perfect occasion.

We were a month away from sending out invitations and we took the Oscars as an opportunity to go through our friends and colleagues again and decide who to invite. Although we did have a list and most of the invitations had already been filled out, be had some spare ones for people we might have forgotten about.

“I love this dress, by the way.” Chris said as he offered me his arm. “In a different way than last year, but still does things to me.”

I was wearing a strapless, golden Elie Saab dress with a long cut along my leg. Even though it was floor length, it wasn’t heavy at all. It had some golden pieces attached to it at the top through my waist to my thighs which disappeared around there to reveal a light pink tulle material which was semi-transparent.

“Wait till you see my wedding dress...” I gave him a wink. “I’ve finally chosen the cut.”

Chris smirked. “Don’t worry, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you in a wedding dress since last year.”

We walked up to our spot and Chris put his hand on the small of my back. I know he hated the cameras flashing in front of him and I loved him even more, because he only came here today to support me. I was trying to cut the photo call short, but they wouldn't let us. All I could do is serve them looks and glance at Chris sometimes. The word I would us to describe him was “gorgeous”. His beautifully styled hair and beard, which by the way, he doesn’t have to do anything to maintain... He looked back at me with his light blue eyes and smiled. And I smiled back. “Whatcha lookin’ at, doll?” he whispered.

“My fiancé.” I said, right before we were asked to move. We separated to do solo shots.

Be did actually cut those short, because we had arrived late, so the production team rushed us to move to the theatre. We sat in the front row. “Is this the right time to tell you that I’ve had a crush on Leonardo DiCaprio since I saw him in Romeo and Juliet?” I asked, after Leo came up to me to congratulate on the nomination. “And that he asked me out on numerous occasions?” We had met a few times during some occasions and he did hit on me hard, but the real Leo was a different person to the actor I fell in love with years ago. Also, I was nineteen when he first did and he's 16 years older. And he vapes.

“It’s the worst possible time and I hope he saw the huge diamond on your finger.” Chris mumbled and glared at Leo who sat down with his mom. “Because there aren’t many men I feel threatened by.”

“Is this why you got such a big one?” I raised my eyebrow, toying with the ring. “You jealous idiot.”

Chris smirked. “How dare you call your future husband an idiot?” he faked outrage.

I leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I love my jealous idiot aka my future husband.”

The show soon started and we watched it in silence, making comments sometimes. Chris loved the musical format at the beginning, mainly because there was a short clip from The Avengers and he was included.

We kept making casual small talk, mostly on ideas for the wedding.

“Do you want to film it? Like, hire someone to do a video?” Chris asked when another break was coming to an end.

“Sure, but I want it to be someone who doesn’t normally do wedding videos. I want it to be more original.” I said, looking around the theatre. “I’m hungry. They had snacks last year. I want snacks.”

Chris reached into his pocket and pulled out on the these small Oreo packs. “Hannah mentioned that you might get snacky, so I came prepared.”

“Perfect human being.” I sighed, looking him in the eyes.

For the rest of the show, I was holding on to Chris' hand. My movie didn't win any awards, before my category came up. I was very displeased, because I was really sure of the “Original score” award. It was putting more pressure on me and I could feel it. I had to readjust myself in the seat a lot, because my back was tense.

Chris noticed me squirming in my seat and started to rub his thumb against my hand. “Calm down, baby,” he whispered as the presenters came out. “You’re going to win and you’re going to do great.”

“I’m not, Chris.”

“You are. And I’m right here, I’ll help you up the stairs if you need that. I’m here with you.”

I saw the footage from my movie, Sweetest Heavens, appear on the screen and waited for the camera to focus on my face. I smiled and thanked God that my hand clutching Chris' was out of the shot.

“And the Oscar goes to...” Eddie Redmayne said as he opened the envelope and slid out the card. “... Emilia Dawson, Sweetest Heavens.”

I went blank for a moment, but realised what had just happened when I saw Chris stand up and clap for me. I still couldn’t believe it was happening, but figured that he stood up for me, so it wasn’t only my imagination. I got off my seat and gave my fiancé a quick kiss on the cheek before heading up the stairs. “I knew it.” He whispered as I pulled back. I just grinned widely, mouthing “I love you" as I headed up the stairs.

“Congratulations,” Eddie said, handing me the surprisingly heavy award. “it is very well deserved, Emilia.”

“Thank you so much.” I had to hold back tears already.

I walked up to the microphone, clutching the statue firmly. People were still clapping (Chris was one of the few who were standing up, dork), so I was guessing that the route from my seat to the microphone took less than 10 minutes (but it felt like forever).

“This is surreal... First of all, I’d like to thank the Academy, because you make these,” I held up the Oscar for a second. “Uh, this will be the only rehearsed part of my speech, because the win was so unexpected. I’d like to thank everyone who was involved in the production of this beautiful movie, especially Taylor, Stuart, Marie, Alexa, Helen, Jerry, Steven, Elle, Lisa, Pilar, Sara, Hector and Michael. It was an incredible journey making this masterpiece with you and I hope we find a way to work together again soon.” I said, looking at the crew in the crowd. “Also, Hannah, my agent, who has been a third parent to me for the last few years and has never failed me. Now, I’d like to thank my real parents for supporting me even when they had all the rights to think that acting was “just a phase” for me, for giving me the benefit of the doubt when I moved out at a very young age and for still putting up with me and being the best parents a girl could have. Also, thank you for staying up so late in the UK to watch this, even though you have work tomorrow.” I waved at the camera, knowing they were watching. “And last but not least, I’d like to thank my fiancé... Chris, they won’t give me enough air time to fully express how grateful I am to have you in my life and to be a part of yours. Thank you for everything.” I said, looking down at him. We were both holding back tears. Chris bit his lip as he grinned at me, when I took my last look at him, before going backstage.

Someone from the production team said that they would keep the award for me until the end of the ceremony. I gave it to them and grabbed a tissue from a box on the table. I walked up to the make up lady and asked if she could check out my face and give me a little bit more powder, because I was all shiny already.

“Hi there.” I heard Chris behind me and I immediately shot out of the chair to wrap myself around him. “Congratulations, Dawson.” He mumbled into my shoulder.

“Chris, I can't believe it!” I almost shouted. “How the hell...”

“I fucking told you!” he cheered. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

Someone told me to go to the press room for the break in order to give some interviews. Chris waited just a few feet away from me and watched me answer questions. I was still a bit overwhelmed, by this whole situation, but tried to keep a clear head.

After the ceremony, a few tabloids asked me for interviews and they were straight up asking about Chris, who was already waiting in the car for me, completely ignoring the fact that I had just won the most important award in this industry.

“So when did this happen?”

“A few months ago actually.” I answered, fiddling with the ring on my finger.

“Are there any plans for the wedding yet?”

“Oh, we don’t know yet,” I straight up lied. “We’re just enjoying the engaged life for now, we're both a bit too busy to plan a wedding right now.”

I was very proud of myself for lying about the wedding. I do know that paps tend to follow me more around my birthday or other important dates they can figure out, but I never thought they could just stalk me the moment my wedding appeared in the picture. Chris is a very private person, while I’m more casual about it, but neither of us want any leaks around a special day like that.

Chris escaped the car as he saw me walk towards him. He took off his jacket and, God, Chris in a white shirt and bowtie did things to me. He opened the door for me as I said. “If anyone asks about our wedding plans, tell them we don’t have any yet.”

“Sure, they don’t need to know.”

“And they'd be really surprised to know that we had already planned most of it.”

“That’s an overstatement.” He joked.

We arrived at the Vanity Fair After party just as I changed into my another outfit in the car. Chris had a vital role in the process, because my dress was very hard to take off. “I gotta be honest, I’d rather take that dress off you under different circumstances.”

I was now wearing a black jumpsuit with a lace top. It was much more comfortable than dancing in a dress. I left the dress in the car, which was supposed to go to the Elie Saab boutique now. “I didn't bring any other shoes,” I said as Chris took my hand. “I might require a foot rub later.”

“Anything for my winner.” He smiled.

We went through the photo call again, saying hi to a few people on the way. Chris clearly forgot that there’s also photographers behind us, because his hand kept creeping down my spine to grab my butt. I didn’t complain. We’ve been silent about each other for the last two years, so we might as well put on a show tonight.

Jeremy walked up to us and we talked a little bit about the movie we're starting in a few weeks.

“Are you going to bring Ava with you? I'm coming with Emily, I can be your babysitter.” Chris suggested.

“Evans, there’s no way I’m leaving my only child with you,” Renner laughed. “You’re the fun uncle who does the most dangerous stuff with the kids.”

“Oh, come on. Emily, back me up on this.” Chris turned to me.

I just shrugged. “You did hang you nephew from the tree by his leg.”

“He asked me to!”

Later this month Chris, Dodger and I moved to Utah to film Wind River. Dodger loved the constant presence of snow. He would dive in or lay on his back and just play and it was the cutest thing on this planet. We actually got him a few sweaters which made him look adorable and he became the star of my Instagram account.

I had to do some training for the movie, including gun training. Chris and I found a gym nearby and went there together to work out. I mostly did cardio, while he did heavy lifting. I was a bit curious why, since he didn't have a Marvel movie this year, but I never really asked. I watched him lift weights while I ran on the treadmill. God, that was some view. He was laying on the bench, his biceps bulging every time he lifted. Wait, why is my mouth watering?

I looked around the gym. It was pretty late and Utah, so it was empty. I switched off the treadmill and walked up to him, holding my towel against the back of my neck. “Chris, let’s go.” I ordered.

“But I’m not done.”

“Chris,” I winked at him. “Come on.”

He finally realised what I was talking about and stood up. We were really enjoying our lives after engagement.

We spent 6 weeks in Utah. Chris left for a few days to film a video game commercial. Apparently, Chinese companies are not only willing to pay Hollywood actors a lot of money for a 2 minute commercial, but they also move production to the US, so their star don’t have to go to China.

Two days after he left, he sent me a text saying:

I have a photo for you, which I know you will love, but I kind of want to be there to see your reaction. What should I do?

What’s in that photo?

Me, in my clothes for the shoot. Actually, there’s a few photos.

I feel like this is either going to be very hot or very weird. I’m guessing you’d like to be there if it’s hot and could get me bothered.

So, do you want it?

He sent me a few photos in a row, all of him wearing military gear and uniforms. I honestly could feel my blood boil after I looked through them. He was wearing the vests, boots and they put some dirt on his face, but also his hair was perfectly styled apart from that one loose strand on his forehead.

How soon can you come back, my intended? And will they give you these clothes?

During the Civil War press tour we actually got paired for a few interviews together. The studio never consulted this with us, probably hoping that us appearing together would give the movie more publicity (like it didn’t have enough of it already). One of the appearances was Graham Norton after the London premiere. The photos from the event were already out and I couldn’t stop laughing at Chris for looking at my cleavage like he was still breastfeeding.

“We haven’t had sex in like 2 days and you looked so good in that dress, please don’t blame me.” He whispered as we were in the car on our way to the BBC studios.

“There’s people who have sex once a month and you’re complain about a 2-day break, Chris.” I laughed.

“Yeah, but these other people aren’t engaged to you, so…”

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Emilia Dawson,” Graham said as it was my cue to come out. I walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He then announced Jeremy and Chris. “So, Chris Evans, this is your first time on the show. How did this happen?”

“I have no idea, they never let me do the UK shows for some reason. I guess I’m just not the best ambassador for the US.” He shrugged.

“Well, that ship has sailed.” Jeremy joked.

“Jeremy has been here a few times, but Emilia has been here over 5 times now. The first time you came here was in 2010, when you were 18.” Graham said. “This is a photo from the first time you visited.” He showed a photo of me. It just screamed 2010. I was promoting one of the first American movies I did.

“Yeah, there it is. I think I still have that skirt.” I smiled, analysing the photo. “That was actually the first time my mum thought that I made it. Because I was invited to one of her favourite shows.”

“Well, your mum has a great taste.” Graham smiled sweetly. “Anyway, this is Chris’ fifth Marvel movie, Jeremy’s third and Emilia’s second, right?” We all nodded. “How does it feel to step off the Marvel set and move on to another, smaller movie?”

“Well, Emily and I have just finished a movie in Utah, which was then completely covered in snow, and I still don’t know if I prefer Atlanta in June or Utah in March.” Jeremy said. “But to be fair, those are the sets where you really feel your surroundings, you know what’s going on, that’s the beauty of indie films. With movies like Civil War, you often don’t know what’s going on around you, because we use a lot of CGI or it’s just a secret, so…”

“Jer, we’re here to PROMOTE Civil War.” I laughed, before he went too far with his rant.

“Oh, right,” he pretended to remember. “I mean, being on the set with these guys is really fun, we spend a few months together, thankfully everyone gets along, so it’s pure joy.”

“Clearly, some of you are closer than the others.” Graham whispered, covering his mouth with his card.

I rested my hand on Jeremy’s shoulder. “Yeah, Jerry and I are really close.” I said, knowing he meant me and Chris.

Chris cleared his throat. “I thought it was suspicious when you said you were just practising sex scenes with him.” Everyone started to laugh. I was really glad we could talk about us while not really focusing on our relationship that much.

“Emilia, I’m sorry he didn’t start with this, congratulations on the Oscar!” Graham cheered and was followed by the audience. “So how has life changed for you?”

“Umm, it hasn’t really... I actually moved for work soon after the Oscars and haven’t been home for the last two months, so I didn’t really get to enjoy it properly.” I explained.

“And where have you decided to keep it? Because Kate Winslet keeps hers in the bathroom, so is yours on display?”

“I haven’t seen it in quite a long time to be honest and I’m not even sure where it is...” I laughed nervously. “Do you think they can make a replica if you lose one?”

“I put it on the fireplace when we came back.” Chris said.

“Riiight, yes! Yeah, he’s right. It was there when I left.” I nodded.

“Oh, seems like we’re getting an inside look into the Devans household.” Graham joked, making both me and Chris narrow our brows at the ‘Devans’ thing. “In case any of you have been living in a cave for the last few months and don’t know that, Chris and Emilia are an engaged couple, congrats.” He turned to the audience who started to cheer for us.

“Devans? Really?” Jeremy questioned.

“Yeah, I’ve never heard it either.” I shrugged. “I don’t know if I like it.”

“It should just be ‘Dodger’s parents’ or ‘Dodger’s roommates’.” Chris said. “Devans sounds like a name some woman gave her child, because she felt Devon was too mainstream.”

I really enjoyed being on a talk show with Chris. After that conversation Graham didn't really mention our relationship. I think he had only done it earlier to use his opportunity as the first host to ever have us both on the show.

Right after the Civil War press tour ended, we came back to reality, which for us meant a lot of wedding planning. We really wanted just a ceremony for our families and friends. Turned out we had much more friends and family than we expected. The initial goal was nothing more than 30, but it was the number of family members we had to invite. In the end, we managed to close the list at 50.

Planning was a nightmare, especially until the end of May when we were both away and couldn’t get anything done. Up to a point, we were trying to organise everything by ourselves, but by January, we had hired a wedding planner. We just told her everything we were expecting and she would send us emails asking for confirmation. The moment we hired her, we decided to go in all the way and thought we could get married somewhere abroad. Chris wanted Italy, but I won with Norway, mainly because there were no free venues in Italy. But also, because I threatened Chris with a blowjob embargo, if we were to get married there.

Because we were trying to keep the wedding under wraps, we tried not to be seen in some places, so we wouldn’t raise suspicions. The cake samples, for example, were brought to our house, along with flowers. Claire, the wedding planner, also brought our guest list and asked us to make a draft of the seating arrangements.

“I like this one,” I said, chewing on the white chocolate covered raspberry cake. “but I think it might be too sweet for some people.”

“I love it and we should take it.” Chris said. I glared at him, narrowing my eyebrows. “What? It’s our wedding! The cake should suit us, not anyone else.” He continued with a full mouth.

“Would it be possible to make it vegan?” I asked the baker. “I never asked, but I’m guessing that a lot of our guests are vegan. We definitely should have asked.”

“Oh, come on. We'll just put ’Might contain gluten’ signs everywhere.” He shrugged.

“It will taste differently, but I can make it vegan.” The baker said, writing something in his notebook. ‘I’ll try to have it done in about three days.”

“Ok, thank you,” I said. “Claire, can we have the catering company prepare vegan and vegetarian options?”

“Yes, I’ll call them right away.” she nodded and left the kitchen to make a call.

“Chris, not everyone is like you,” I raised my eyebrow. “Now everyone will switch back to eating meat, after being vegetarian for a while, because they feel like they’re turning green.”

“Oh, that was low.” He mumbled.

They all left soon, after making final decisions. We chose flowers and napkins for the tables. Chris said that the napkins looked dangerously similar and he didn’t see a difference in colour.

Since tomorrow was Chris' birthday, we had a dinner reservation at Nobu. Chris thought we were going alone, but I actually had invited some of our friends to join. Scott made the reservation, so they could come in earlier and be there when we arrive.

“I’m going to walk Dodger, but I’ll be back in like 30 minutes, so don’t shower without me, alright?” Chris winked, taking Dodger's lead and opening the door.

“30 minutes on the dot, because we don’t have much time.” I smiled and rushed upstairs to our bedroom. I already knew what I was going to wear. It was a tight, off-shoulder black dress that reached around the middle of my thighs. I’ve worn it a few times already and I knew Chris liked it. I paired it with nude suede high heels, which were also among Chris' favourites. I had a whole section of clothes Chris loved.

I undressed to my underwear and laid down on bed. Chris had only been gone about 5 minutes, so I opened Instagram and scrolled through the main page. I’ve had this urge to post something about our relationship for a while, but knowing that talking about us during the Oscars and the recent press tour was already pushing Chris’ buttons, I didn’t want to bring this up. I got rid of my private Instagram a while ago, when people found out about it and started sending new countless requests. I didn’t really feel the urge to share stuff with people all the time, but like everyone else, I wanted to share some moments with other people. Just once in a while.

Chris’ birthday was a perfect opportunity to do that. We'll see.

I checked the time and it was way past the 30 minutes I gave him. I went to the bathroom to wash off my make-up. Chris was still nowhere to be seen, so I went back to the bedroom and found my phone. I connected it with our home sound system and played Beast of Burden. I untied my hair and brushed it, before taking my underwear off and entering the shower cabin. I stood in the hot water, trying to wash off sweat off my body. It was unbearably hot today and I could only wish it gets cooler when we go out.

I poured some shampoo on my hand and wanted to wash my hair. “Lemme help you.” I heard Chris’ voice behind me. He was leaning on the door frame, watching me.

“I think I can handle washing myself, babe.” I teased, spreading shampoo on my top of my head, before I started rubbing it in. In no time I head Chris slide the glass door to the side and join me in the cabin.

“I insist,” he whispered into my ear, before wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my shoulder. I smirked and tilted my head to the side in order to give him access. “That's more like it...”

I took a step back, pushing my butt into his crotch. Chris grunted as he looked down at his dick pressed against my ass. He leaned on the wall behind him and wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me down on to him. “I can’t believe my luck...” he whispered, palming my cheek and kissing and biting on my shoulder. “I’m marrying the most beautiful, the sexiest woman in the world.”

I turned around to look up at his face, wet hair and flushed skin from the hot water. I ran my fingers along his collarbone tattoo and placed my lips on it, while my hand travelled down to his abdomen. “How much time do we have?” I asked.

Chris smiled and lifted me up only to turn us around and push me against a wall. “Not enough.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. We kissed playfully, biting on each other's lips and tongues, Chris moved his lips to my chin and then neck. His fingers let go of my thigh only to sneak up to my pussy and rub his thumb against my clit. “I wish we could just stay here.” he breathed out, his lips on mine.

“You always wish we could stay in, old man.” I ran my fingers through his wet hair.

Chris' two fingers slipped into me and I gasped, throwing my head back. “Mm, you are so ready for me, baby girl.” He whispered against the skin of my neck. I whined as he moved in and out, still rubbing his thumb against my clit. “Tell me what you want.”

I brought him closer to my body, slamming my lips against his. Chris pulled his fingers out of me and reached out to the handle and turned the water off. He opened the shower and carried me through the bathroom and our bedroom to the study. My pussy brushed against his shaft and it made me moan quietly every time. He laid me down on the cold glass desk and sat on the chair. I felt his lips on my thigh. “Chris, please, just fuck me,” I groaned as his beard brushed against my skin. “Please.”

“When have you become such a cock slut, huh?” Chris whispered and licked my clit quickly, making my hips shot up.

“Probably the first time you fucked me, daddy.” I moaned, putting my hands over my breasts and playing with my nipples. Chris saw what I was doing and bent down in front of my pussy again only to spit on it. He slammed two fingers back inside me and started to move them painfully slowly. He put his hand next to my hip and leaned on it, curling his fingers inside me to hit the right spot. “Please, do it faster, let me cum, I’m so close...” I squirmed under his touch.

“In a second, baby girl, just a second.” he whispered. His thumb hit my clit every time he buried his fingers inside me. At one point I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt the built-up tension release on to Chris’ fingers. “Mhm, yeah.”

He took his fingers out and licked my come off them. “You’re so sweet, baby girl,” he said, stroking his length. “I’m gonna give you what you want now.”

Chris grabbed my calves and placed them on his shoulders. I watched his eyebrows narrow as his tip brushed against my entrance. His chest was still covered in water drops and his hair was damp. A lose strand of hair was sticking to his forehead. He finally lined his cock against my pussy and grabbed a hold of my hips to keep me from falling off the slippery wet surface. He pushed into me, his lips slightly opening.

I felt him fill me up completely and gasped as he stretched me out. “Mmm,” I moaned when Chris started to move slowly inside me. I was still so wet from the orgasm he gave me and now Chris was picking up the pace. He closed his eyes and bit on his lip, completely lost in the pleasure. The way he looked was enough to send me over the edge and to add his cock moving inside me, hitting my g-spot... I came for the second time today, but Chris didn’t stop. He grabbed a hold of my both legs, took them off his shoulders and turned me to lay on my side. A lot of objects set on the desk fell off as he pushed me rapidly, but he then continued to pound into me while also rubbing my clit to make me come even faster.

I couldn’t bear the overstimulation. I shut my eyes as we both came. Chris let out a low grunt as he thrusted into me for the last time. We were both panting, not able to catch our breaths. Chris turned me to lay on my back again, without pulling out. He leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss as he lifted me off the desk. “We need another shower,” he whispered against my lips. His cock slipped out of me and it made both of us moan. He looked down at the mess we made around my abdomen. I giggled as he lifted me up and carried back to the bathroom. My whole body felt like it was made of jelly, I couldn’t move my legs and still wasn’t able to stabilize my breathing.

“If sex with you is so good at 35, then I can’t imagine what it was like to fuck you 10 years ago.” I breathed out.

We obviously didn’t make it to the restaurant on time, but we only had a 20-minute delay. I was very surprised, when I noticed photographers as we arrived at the restaurant. Chris grabbed my hand as we escaped the car and smiled, “Do you think we still have our sex looks on?”

“I hope we do.” I said. Chris stepped in front of me to pave the way through the small crowd of paparazzi. I watched the back of his arms, the well-defined muscles that I gripped to keep myself close to him. Those two sizes too small Henleys he wears are really going to be the death of me.

We entered the restaurant and immediately went in the direction of our lounge. “Isn’t a lounge too big for the two of us?” Chris asked right before noticing people at our table. “Oooh, so that’s happening.”

“Yeah, we really would have stayed at home if I hadn’t made plans with them.”

Scott and his boyfriend, Adam and his girlfriend, Sebastian, Anthony with his wife and Chris Hemsworth were all sitting, waiting for us. I said hi to all of them, while they wished Chris a happy birthday. Scott walked up to me and we hugged, “Stella is here.” He whispered. I felt my muscles tense at the sound of her name.

“That explains the paparazzi,” I forced a smile as he let go of me and we sat next to each other. “Is she sitting at a table nearby?”

“I don’t know, I saw her at the bar and we just said hi to each other. We haven’t had any contact with her since last year, when Chris and her went out once.” Scott explained. I tried not to look around the restaurant. It was pointless anyway, the lounge was in a secluded area and you could barely see anything.

Chris and I agreed that I wouldn’t drink, so I could drive us back home tonight. By agreed, I mean Chris begged me, because he hates being driven around by strangers and he really wanted to drink tonight. Which is why everyone was getting shitfaced – apart from me.

My fiancé kept his hand on my thigh the while time we sat at the table. Because all of our companions have been invited to our wedding, it became the main topic of our conversation.

I actually spoke to Shaletta about getting married abroad. Unfortunately, she was on Chris’ side when it came to the location. Anthony and her got married in Dominican Republic, so she preferred Italy.

“I told you it’s a better idea. If you want to make our guests travel to Europe, at least make sure the conditions are bearable.” Chris shrugged and took a sip of his drink.

“Chris, do you think I want to get married on the North Pole?” I asked, “You clearly haven’t even gone though the places I’ve sent you, even though we have already booked the venue.” I snapped.

“So, why are you getting married there, if Chris doesn’t want it?” Seb asked.

“I’m a simple man, Seabass.” Chris shrugged. “My dear fiancée threatened me with a blowjob embargo, to put it in her exact words.”

Everyone laughed at his words, which made me a little bit mad, because I didn’t want it to look, like I was forcing him to do something. Chris noticed my lack of enthusiasm and rubbed his palm against my bare thigh. “No, but I gotta be honest, I would marry her anywhere. If it wasn’t for the fact that our families would murder us, we would’ve eloped a long time ago.”

“Yeah, Mom would be livid.” Scott agreed. “Lisa is a sweetheart, but she can kick ass when she has to.”

I tried to move the topic to something lightly less stressful and we ended up talking about the upcoming presidential election. Of course, Hemsworth and I were excluded from the conversation, but at least we didn’t have to worry about Donald Trump becoming president of our home countries.

“Em, have you thought about getting an American citizenship?” Adam asked.

I raised my eyebrow. “You’ve just finished talking about how a reality TV star has a real chance of getting elected as president, so here’s your answer.” I laughed. “No, to be honest, I haven’t given it any thought yet. The most important thing for me right now is to get married to this guy here and take at least a month off afterwards.”

Chris grinned and wrapped his arm around me. “True. Everything else is just supposed to provide fun for our guests.”

Thankfully, we didn’t have to leave our lounge to order new food and drinks, because at some point I saw Stella walk quite close to us. That was when Chris noticed her, because apparently, Scott only told me about her. Chris noticed that I got a bit uncomfortable and suggested we moved someplace else.

“She’s just your ex, love,” I smiled and put my hand on his cheek. “I’m fine.”

I actually got used to the fact that has dated a lot (at least for me) of women in the past and I’m bound to see or hear about them at some point, so I might as well just try to ignore it. I never considered myself to be a jealous person, but as it turns out, I just never met anyone I cared about enough to be jealous.

The Chrises, Adam and Sebastian went outside for a smoke, while the rest of us stayed behind. We were all leaving, but no one wanted to stand outside with the photographers, if it wasn’t necessary. I handed Chris his sunglasses, cigarettes and a lighter. When he asked me to keep them in my bag the only reason why I didn’t say no, was because we were celebrating his birthday.

After paying the bill for our table, the rest of us left. As I stepped out, I noticed Chris smoking a cigarette by my car. Without saying a word, he reached out his hand to me and placed it on the small of my back. “Thank you.” He whispered.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “What for?”

“Just generally,” he sighed, breathing out the smoke. “For putting up with a big, old, drunk meatball like me.”

I giggled and nuzzled my face into his neck. Despite the cigarette smoke, he still smelled incredible. “I love you, I don’t have a choice.” I whispered.

Chris chuckled and pulled away from me in order to walk back to a bin and throw away the cigarette. On the way back he put a gum in his mouth. Even though he had drank quite a lot, he didn’t look like it. “Can I kiss you now?” he asked as he approached me.

“I’ll make an exception, because it’s after midnight and your birthday.” I nodded lightly. It didn’t take long for him to come up to me and place his lips on mine. He tasted him alcohol, cigarettes and a little bit of mint. I got used to his smoking habit a long time ago, I just didn’t want his to know that, because it would not be a great motivation to stop smoking once and for all.

Chris placed his palms on my cheeks and deepened the kiss by sneaking his tongue into my mouth. I moaned quietly as our tongues touched and I felt a tingly sensation. His arm wrapped around my waist once again, pushing me against his body. I felt his arousal against my lower stomach and grinned at the fact that he was ready again, despite drinking quite a lot. Chris bit on my lip and then pulled away from me. “We should go, before we fuck against the car with photographers behind us.”

I narrowed my eyebrows. I actually forgot about them and realised that we had just served them with a full PDA session. “Yeah, yeah.” I nodded. Chris opened the driver’s door for me and then walked around the car to get in himself.

Chris sang the whole way back (it’s a thing he does when he’s drunk) and tried to hold my hand, but I wouldn’t let him, because I use a manual gearbox and have to keep my hand free all the time. “’m gonna buy you a car with automatic gear.” He mumbled with his eyes closed.

“I’m contractually obliged to drive this for the next two months, until they offer me another one.” I said.

“But you wouldn’t mind if we got a Tesla, right?” he asked. Chris knew that the only car that could make me switch from Jaguar, was Tesla, because I have a thing for electric cars and he know they only come with automatic gear.

“You’re willing to buy a new car, just so you could fool around with me while driving?” I laughed at him.

When we arrived at home, Chris was already asleep in the car and Dodger greeted us at the door, barking in excitement. He barely opened his eyes to walk back home. I told him I’d come in a few minutes, but had to walk Dodger out now. The dog got a bit excited to see us and I decided I should go out with him just in case.

When I came back, Chris was lying on the sofa in he living room downstairs. He always falls asleep there, because there’s a nice, cool breeze coming from the open terrace doors. He took off everything except for his boxers. “Baby, let’s go upstairs.” I said, sitting down next to him and gently nudging his bare chest with my finger.

He groaned and slightly opened one eye for a second before closing it again. “Let’s sleep here tonight,” He mumbled. “The air is amazing here, it should be our permanent bedroom.”

“Fine.” I sighed.

I went upstairs to change into the slip I wear at night and grabbed Chris’ pyjama bottoms and a blanket.

“Chris, wear these.” I said, handing him the pants. He looked up at me and groaned, but then took the clothing. While he was changing, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and grabbed some water for my fiancé as he will definitely need some in the morning.

“Have I ever told you that you look mesmerising right before bed?” Chris asked as I squeezed myself into the space between him and the back of the sofa. He had some trouble pronouncing “mesmerising”.

“Possibly,” I smiled and placed my hands on his hair as he moved to snuggle his face into my neck and cleavage. “Go to sleep, handsome.”

I woke up around 10am, when Chris was still soundly asleep. He moved down and his head was now on the same height as my stomach, with his arm around my hips. He pulled my slip up, so his beard was scratching my skin. He groaned lightly as I scratched his head, before reaching out for my phone.

Hannah had sent me an email earlier in the morning. I checked it out and saw a few articles with similar titles from Daily Mail, People and TMZ.

“Exes Chris Evans and Stella Smith unintentionally reunited at Nobu last night, where Captain America celebrated his birthday with new fiancée and friends”

“He cheated on me with Emilia Dawson, Stella Smith tells her friends”

“Chris Evans, Emilia Dawson walk into a bar – what now?”

I knew that if she sent me these articles, she thought I should read them, so I took a deep breath and opened the first one.

“... Smith arrived first, accompanied by a bunch of photographers, who were then surprised to see Evans and Dawson arrive about 30 minutes later. It is said that the engaged couple did not interact with Evans' ex, apart from a quick nod between Chris and Stella, when he was out for a smoke and she was leaving. It was visible that Emilia was quite uncomfortable knowing she’s somewhere there, but who wouldn’t be?”

“People from Stella's close surroundings have confirmed, that she’s been claiming Chris cheated on her with Emilia and they were still together when the Captain America actor and Dawson started dating.”

“... with Smith's new claims in the picture, we now look at the whole case in a different way. The cheating part would explain the tension between the exes during yesterday's outing. Apparently, the exes were even living together when the affair started.”

Great. Now I’m a homewrecker.

I came back to the email and checked what Hannah has written:

“Normally, I wouldn’t recommend that, but Chris’ and your movie comes out later this year and we don’t want another Angelina, Brad and Jennifer thing. I would suggest publishing a statement denying these allegations, containing some details, because if she’s actually been saying that, then we might be facing a bigger problem.”

Chris shifted and took a big breath through his nose. He stretched out his arms and looked up at me, with his sleepy, half-closed eyes. “Hi, sexy.” He murmured, before pulling my body close to his and scratching his beard against the soft skin on my stomach.

I smiled at him and found Hannah’s number, then simply texted her: “Do your worst.”

(Sidenote: I changed the name of one of Chris' exes, because I made her into a much bigger bitch than I thought I would)

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gussolomonsjrtest · 5 years

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AL BLACKSTONE’S FREDDIE FALLS IN LOVE

Right from the get-go, we can see that this show makes no pretense at dramatic “truth” but aims at full-frontal, presentational entertainment. Multiple, different sized, black boxes with silver-edges (scenic design by Jason Sherwood) array the stage. Betty Weinberger in a short-sleeve, white jersey and red shorts (costumes by Christine Meyers) enters, inserts a CD into the boombox on the most downstage box, and clicks on a rock ‘n’ roll oldie. The fact that the box is facing us, not her tells us, OK, suspend your disbelief at once.

The cast of FREDDIE FALLS IN LOVE by Al Blackstone. photo by Curtis Brown

Thus begins “Freddie Falls in Love,” directed and choreographed by Al Blackstone for a two-week run at the Joyce Theater (July 23-August 4.) It’s a 70-minute dance narrative, but none of the characters are named, so we’re left to guess who’s who and why. As I watched, I managed to invent a story based on the idea that Freddie is Matt Doyle, trying to find love as he proceeds through various adventures, numerous loves and infatuations which happen in is dorm room, apartment, parties, night clubs and a trip to Paris. But what seems evident at first, based on my mistaken assumption, turns out not to be accurate at all. Actually, Weinberger is Freddie, even though there’s an on-again, off--again romance between Doyle and Melanie Morre, the show’s most famous cast member.

Betty Weinberger (Freddie) with Evan Kasprzak in FREDDIE FALLS IN LOVE. photo by Curtis Brown

There’s nothing inevitable about the locations, Blackstone chooses to locate his scenes, except they offer opportunities for jazzy, fast-paced, dancing in styles from social dance to disco to vogue to flat-out show jazz – styles in which this musical theater choreographer is adept. Blackstone is an Emmy-nominated choreographer of musical theater, including four seasons of TV’s popular “So You Think You Can Dance” (SYTYCD) talent contest. Thus, by definition, his work is eclectic, incorporating the appropriate style for any occasion. The dancing in “Freddie” is engaging and witty in the way it punches up musical riffs with Fosse-esque articulations of hips, knees, hands, and heads.

(L-R): Tiare Keeno, Chantelle, Matt Doyle, and Melanie Moore in FREDDIE FALLS IN LOVE. photo by Justin Chao

Doyle’s in a funk at the beginning, and his friends try to cheer him up with beer, pizza, and a perfunctory yoga class. Blackstone might have done well to work with a dramaturg to help create a clear scenario and avoid confusion. But when it comes to creating technically blistering solos, he knows how to exploit dancers’ strengths for maximum impact. A prime example is the one for Moore – who plays, perhaps, Doyle’s girlfriend. Although, later she weds Marc Cardarelli in a mock ceremony: is it a dream?

Melanie Moore with Matt Doyle in FREDDIE FALLS IN LOVE. photo by Justin Chao

Moore is a sensational dancer. She has split-second timing, masterly musicality, kinetic power, and graceful elegance in deftly negotiating levels, props, and obstacles. Her muscular power allows her kinetic flow to be utterly seamless, as she glides effortlessly between flying leaps and rebounding falls. And her acting is economically understated, making it all the more effective, especially in a context where facial mugging it almost mandatory. She first came to national attention winning the 8th season of SYTYCD, while she was a student at Fordham University and went on to originate the role of Peter Pan in “Finding Neverland” on Broadway, among other television and theatrical credits.

(center top): Matt Doyle, (center): Betty Weinberger, and company in FREDDIE FALLS IN LOVE. photo by Curtis Brown

Along her journey, Weinberger is accosted by a quartet of aliens/bikers/football players, it’s hard to tell from their helmeted jumpsuits. Doyle has a series of blind dates with men in drag.

(l-r): Matt Doyle and Kolton Krouse in FREDDIE FALLS IN LOVE. photo by Curtis Brown

Whether or not you can follow the sequential logic of the show - and you can’t Blackstone features his favorite performers in cameos and solos, like one for Chantelle Good in a purple dress, done to a live musical performance of an original song by Mike Brun on guitar with Jo Lampert on accordion; it’s a nice change of pace from the hyper frivolity of the overall tone.

(center): Lindsay Janisse and the men in FREDDIE FALLS IN LOVE

Lindsay Janisse is a sultry siren, surrounded by the men. Tall, handsome, energetic Ashley Day occasionally works a hand puppet macaw that pops Freddie’s red balloon;

(l-r): Matt Doyle and tapper Evan Kasprzak in FREDDIE FALLS IN LOVE. photo by Justin Chao

Evan Kasprzak does a tap dance on the boxes, being careful not to mar the dance floor. Kolton Krouse in fishnets and high heels with comically long fringes sleeves is a flamboyant, trans, cabaret emcee in one of the Parisian clubs Freddie visits – another production number.

(l-r): Kolton Krouse and Evan Kasprzak in FREDDIE FALLS IN LOVE. photo by Curtis Brown

The dancing in the production numbers is at its most exciting, meticulously drilled and colorfully vivid!

(center): Jason Williams with (l-r): Marc Cardarelli, Melanie Moore, Matt Doyle, and Betty Weinberger in FREDDIE FALLS IN LOVE. photo by Curtis Brown

There’s even a wedding for Moore and Marc Cardarelli, at which Doyle and Weinberger are witnesses/guests.

The cast of FREDDIE FALLS IN LOVE at a Paris disco. photo by Curtis Brown

Brian Tovar’s lighting is Broadway-savvy with highlighting spots on soloists and ambience that augments and supplements the simplicity of the set. The music is a selection of familiar and not-so pop songs, often done in unexpectedly arrangements that make them sparkle. Musical artists include Fiona Apple, Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers, Jacque Brel, Frank Sinatra, Noah and the Whale, Bobby Darin, Kimye Dawson, Prince, The Hot Sardines, Harry Connick, Jr., and Semisonic, among others. The sound editing is credit worthy but gets none in the program; if it was done by Blackstone himself: nice job! The ovations of the audience, apparent fans of Blackstone and his dancers – sporting gaudy, shiny, dress-up outfits or post-rehearsal “athleisure” clothes – escalate in enthusiasm throughout the show, and afterwards, in the lobby, hyperbolic raves about the ”genius” of director Blackstone attest to his popularity in the commercial dance world.

Choreographer Al Blackstone. photo by James Jin

Photos by Justin Chao (except where noted)

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isabellaofgryffindor · 6 years

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@golden-trio-challenge presented by @arnyan

I'm probably late for this, but who cares?

Here she is my MC, Isabella Middleton!

Basic information:

Face claim: Natalia Dyer (supposed to be Crystal Reed but she's too old and with the help of PopSugar twinning!)

Yule Ball Dress: The Starry Night dress. Isabella loves seeing night sky from her dorm and the Astronomy Tower, so she decides to wear a dress inspired from it. I wanna her to wear a starry night jumpsuit, but most of them are too sexy.

Muggle outfit: She isn't a girly type. She likes wearing sweatshirt since Scotland is too cold for her, a pair of jeans and sneakers. Sometimes, she wears casual dress, too.

Headcanons about her:

Her full name is Isabella Celeste Middleton. (The celeste part must be read selestea. Tea is pronounced like tea) (she'll hex you if you pronounce her middle name wrong)

She's an American-British.

She's a half-blood.

That's because her maternal grandmother, Edith Frederick (née Dawson) was an American and she is a No-Maj born witch.

She was born on Manchester, 26 April 1973.

But her family decided to move to London since her father became an Auror.

She was a hatstall between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. The Sorting Hat sensed that Isabella had intelligent and bravery in the same portion.

Always complained why she was sorted into Gryffindor and not Ravenclaw until her third year.

She has a black cat named Shadow. He was given by Isabella's father because she saved the entire school from The Vault of Ice.

Isabella showed her underage magic when she was bullied in her elementary school by casted the Banishing Charm to her bullies.

Isabella wants to be a Chaser for Gryffindor Quidditch Team because her father was a chaser back in his school year.

The most introverted Gryffindor you've ever known.

Her parents' name are Andrew James Middleton and Cora Agatha Middleton (née Frederick). Andrew was a Gryffindor and Cora was a Ravenclaw.

Her first wand was made of Willow wood with unicorn hair. Her second wand is made of Larch wood with phoenix feather as its core.

She had crush on Charlie Weasley once. But when he rejected her feelings, Isabella cried in the Astronomy Tower and never doing her Prefect patrol again. Until Diego Caplan steps into her life and everything change.

#golden trio challenge #the golden trio challenge #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery

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purplesurveys · 5 years

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What motivates you to do what you do? The possibilities that I’ll get to buy my own house, raise a family, travel abroad with my own money, scenarios like that. Always makes me want to start working my ass off and to stop complaining. What was the weather like the last time you went out? Super humid. Hard to breathe. Then it rained hard all evening. Do you go for walks often? OMG no I hate walking. I take my car everywhere lmao. What color shirt are you wearing? It’s black but has white floral prints on it; and it’s also a jumpsuit, not a shirt. What is your favorite type of youtube video to watch? I’m a whore for YouTube so I’d watch anything. Right now though I’m into Good Mythical Morning, PewDiePie, and a little into mukbang/ASMR videos.

Do you need any new clothes right now? Yes hahahaha I have not enough clothes conducive for my internship, so defo have to shop for that. What's the next project you are excited to start? Does interning count? Do you collect anything? If so, what? I’m a photo hoarder, if that counts. I find it really hard to delete photos because I associate memories, times, and places for each anddd that’s why I have 3k++ photos sitting in my camera roll at the moment. ^and if not, what would you like to collect? Wrestling figures. What was the last disappointing thing that happened to you? I overreacted to something Gab said and it blew up into a huge fight. What is something God has healed you of? Have you ever experienced a miracle? I don’t believe in those. What was the last thing you ate? It was a meal called ‘lamb pepper rice’ and it’s basically spiced rice with lamb as the main meat. Good shit. Do you ever eat food that's intended for kids? Like, nuggets? Sure. I don’t order stuff from the kids menu though–unless they serve corndogs hahahaha. What was the last stupid thing you did? Last Friday, I was about to head home but my car key wasn’t in my bag when I reached in to get them. I took out every single solitary thing in my giant-ass tote bag but my key was nowhere to be seen, so then I thought I forgot it or dropped it in the restaurant where I had my dinner. I went back inside the mall, almost in tears, and was halfway up the escalator when I thought of reaching into my pocket. Car key turned out to be there. Do you get embarrassed easily? UGH VERY I’m a perpetual ball of anxiety and embarrassment. I get super sensitive and cry a lot. In short, I’m a pain in the ass for everyone. Are you wearing pants or shorts right now? I’m in a jumpsuit so neither? The bottom part kinda looks like pants though. What are your top three names you like for a daughter? Olivia, Mia, and Harper. Would you ever film a vlog of yourself giving birth? If my heavily pregnant ass gets in the mood for it then yeah, I don’t see why not. Do you like getting caught in the rain? No, I hate getting wet with clothes on. Do you think your hair looks best straight, wavy, or curly? Wavy. What was the last craft project you completed?: I don’t do ~crafts. Name 3 youtubers you would like to meet in person: PewDiePie, Shane Dawson, and I’ll count Rhett and Link as one because those two are inseeeeeparable. Has anyone ever spread an untrue rumor about you? Yes. Sixth grade was a funny time. What's one rumor you've heard about yourself, and is it true? Something about dating Andi. No it was not. What color are your nails painted currently? They’re never painted. Do you use a pill box? I don’t. List 3 people you know who were loving and then turned cold: Athenna. Times three. Have you filmed a youtube video today? No, I don’t vlog. Do you leave the house when you're on your period? ???????????? Yes ???????????? ^If not, why not? Because it’s not supposed to stop me? Have you ever felt threatened for your life? Yep. There was one time I must have done something wrong to a motorist while driving because when I slowed down to traffic, he stopped his motorcycle directly beside my side of the car and just stared murder at me. For like ETERNITY. I was stuck in traffic and didn’t know what to do. Idek what the fuck he wanted but I hope he’s since crashed his stupid bike and died because as far as I know I did nothing wrong and he is just a stupid man looking for a fight. What are you behind on? WORK LMAOOOOOO Do you get enough sleep each night? Recently I have not because the work has just been too much. To be able to sleep at 10 PM is a magical thing. Which did you like better: high school or college? High school if we’re talking about security and feeling safe and being happy; college if we’re talking about being independent. Which year of your life stands out to you as the most significant so far? 2014, 2015. ...and why? They were the years when I knew I was at my happiest. What was the last store you shopped at? It was an accessory shop. Gab and I browsed through to see if there were clip-on earrings available for me (there weren’t). Do you have a favorite pharmacist? I don’t. I don’t even know any. Do you have a favorite cashier at the grocery store? No. What was the last thing you ordered at Starbucks? I had an iced caramel macchiato and a dark chocolate macadamia cookie. What's something you discovered recently? Idk, haven’t really had eureka moments lately. What makes you more creative? I’m literally not creative. What's the last magical thing you experienced? Spending time with my girlfriend. What is the theme of your bedroom? It has no theme. Depressed college student maybe? Have you ever lived in a dorm? Nope. I live kinda close to my school, at least near enough to be able to drive to and from school. Who is someone whom you admire, and why? I don’t think I admire anyone. When was the last time you stepped outside of your comfort zone? Monday. My org opened elections for next year’s term and no one was gonna run for External Affairs, which is basically the committee that handles marketing and inter-org partnerships and all that publicity stuff. I’ve been a member of Internal Affairs for years now, which is basically the complete opposite of Exte, but no one was running and we were desperate to have someone. I got frustrated at how no one wanted to take the damn post so I took it so we could finally get the elex out of the way even if it meant completely stepping out of my comfort zone. Where would you like to travel to next? Thailand or Vietnam would be great. Or just to go back to Sagada would be enough. If you could win three dream vacations to anywhere, where would you go? Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia. Would you rather ride a camel or an elephant? Neither.

Are you a free spirit? I can, but I also can’t. Do you want to lose weight? No. I want to gain it. Which insects scare you, if any? Cockroaches. Do you think it's silly to be afraid of a tiny insect? No. Have you ever experienced paranoia? Sure, sometimes. Have you ever hallucinated? Only one time when I was 8 and had a really high fever. I was saying some weird shit to my grandma. Were you raised religious? Yes. Didn’t see the point by the time I was 10. Have you ever been abused? Verbally, mentally, and emotionally. Do you think the cops should do more about bullying? Everyone should do something about bullying, not just the cops. Besides, Filipino police are useless for the most part. Is there a coffee shop you like better than Starbucks? Nah, I’m pretty loyal to Starbucks. I love others though, like Coffee Project and Coffee Bean. If you could afford to get your hair professionally done, what would you get? Maybe a trim and tiny bangs hahaha. Then dye it dark green. If you had a lot of money, do you think you would use it wisely? Not at all. I don’t even have money right now and I’m still spending it irresponsibly lmao I definitely need help. Do you know any rich people who are very irresponsible? If they’re rich then they must have been responsible enough to be able to get to that point. List five careers that you'd like to have: That’s too many and I’m too sleepy to think about this.

List five far-out things that you'd like to do before you die: Try out tamilok, ride a helicopter, walk on the glass floor of a really tall building, visit Chicago, try deep-fried butter. Do you dream big? Sure. What was your first imaginary friend's name? Katrina. What was the name of the first pet that you loved? Tobi, my rabbit. What was the first work uniform that you had to wear? I’ve never had a job. Do you like to go barefoot? Filipino houses require everyone to be barefoot, so that’s just natural to me. Do you like the same colors now that you did as a kid? No. I liked purple then but I like black and pink now. Do you have a blog? Just this one. Do you have a youtube channel? Yep, but I don’t have anything posted. I use it so that YouTube can personalize my homepage to videos I wanna see and so that I can subscribe to a bunch of channels.

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