#and nobody could have asked for better lead actors

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

The Assembly sees a cast of thirty-five interviewers who are autistic, neurodivergent or learning disabled, question an A-list celebrity for one extraordinary TV interview.

In this half-hour special, it's multi-award-winning actor and director, Michael Sheen, who is to face the grilling of a lifetime from the unique collective. No subject is out of bounds, no question is off the table.

On subjects as diverse as ex-girlfriends and on-screen kisses, to the OBE he gave back or his favourite motorway, how will the Good Omens star fare as The Assembly bring their unique approach to the celebrity interview?

The Assembly cast is a diverse cast ranging in age from eighteen to seventy-seven, amongst the group are musicians, artists, writers and students. Each will take their own approach in their attempt to get to the truth of Michael Sheen like nobody before has- whether that’s finding out his favourite sandwich filling or how he felt when his daughter was born.

The format is an adaptation of French show Les Rencontres Du Papotin, which saw the likes of Emmanuel Macron and Camille Cotin (Call My Agent) face the neurodivergent journalists of the Papotin. Gone was the flattery of the usual celeb fare – in its place, a mix of mischievous prodding, leftfield quizzing and profound exchanges. The superstars left completely off guard: actors asked about a driving ban or the death of a parent, the President asked if it’s really the behaviour of a role model to marry one’s teacher.

The show comes from Michelle Singer and Stu Richards' Rockerdale Studios, creators of mischievous content which seeks to put disabled agency at its heart. Stu is also known for co-creating and writing the BBC Three comedy, Jerk, and Rockerdale are most known for Channel 4’s Mission: Accessible.

Rockerdale Studios has worked closely with the BBC’s Creative Diversity Team, to ensure every element of the series works for and with autistic and neurodivergent voices.

The Assembly is a half-hour special to celebrate Autism Acceptance Week. Expect profound revelation, glorious chaos, and a lot of laughs.

The Assembly airs Friday 5 April, 10:40pm on BBC One and iPlayer

Interview with Michael Sheen

What made you say yes to being a part of The Assembly?

I said yes to being a part of The Assembly because it was just such an extraordinary and interesting idea. Then reading about the original French series, it just sounded so extraordinary, different and potentially a very revealing way to approach the tried and tested interview process, but obviously it is a lot more than just being an interview. The interview part of it is just one aspect of the project and I think there is still a lot of confusion, ignorance and fear around people with any kind of difference. I think being able to be involved in a project like this could maybe break down some of those barriers.

How is this different from any other TV show you’ve been a part of?

It’s very much unfiltered and that’s really exciting and quite nerve wracking for that reason! So much on TV is sort of smoothed out and filtered and made safe and this, certainly in the making of it, felt very not that! All the better and more refreshing for it too. I know a lot of work is put into the research and preparation for a show like this, but in terms of the actual questions being asked and the experience that you have in all being together when you’re filming, it feels very unpredictable in a really good way and really lead by the people taking part, which is terrific.

How did you feel going into filming?

Well I didn’t really have anything to go on, so I was excited. Sometimes when I’m going to be interviewed, I know what the interview is going to be about, I have a vague idea of the questions that will come up, I know the sort of things that I need to get across about what I’m there to talk about. But with this, I really had no idea what I was going to be asked, so I had to be prepared for everything and anything, there was a kind of freedom in that I suppose. Because of the unfiltered nature of what was going to happen and not being able to anticipate what might be asked, it was a little nerve wracking yes, but I was mainly just very excited!

Did your experience differ from what you were expecting and if so how?

Well I didn’t know what to expect really, so it’s not that it wasn’t what I was expecting because you can’t expect anything! There's no way you can expect anything because you just don’t know what’s going to happen, and because it is so unfiltered and unpredictable in terms of what might happen, where things might go, how people might be feeling on the day. For all the difficult questions that got asked at times, it just felt very loving and joyful and that everyone was very happy and excited to be there even though people were nervous or had anxiety at different times. There was a genuine feeling of community and I felt very welcomed into that community and ready to play so to speak, and you have to be ready to play. I felt very safe and looked after and it was just really, very funny as well – there was lots of laughter and wonderful things that people asked, responded to and performed, I mean I wasn’t expecting all of that, that was just wonderful! So many moments that I’ll never forget.

How does this compare to any other interview you’ve experienced?

It’s so unfiltered! The closest thing I can say is The One Show, where you go on to talk about one thing and then they ask you about everything else that’s going on on the show, so you get a question about your favourite bus route, then they ask you about otters! There’s an extraordinary pinball effect of questions and that’s the closest I could describe, but The Assembly is that x100. It really is extraordinary and that’s very unlike any other interview I’ve done really, usually everything is meant to follow on logically and have a kind of smoothness and polish to it, and this is just really raw and unfiltered and uncensored and I love that, I thought that was wonderful.

What can viewers expect from the show?

I imagine it will be very funny and I think quite moving. I was quite moved at times by seeing how much people had to struggle to overcome certain things they were dealing with in order to ask questions at times. That was uplifting. I think it will be different, it will be thought provoking I hope, and challenging in certain ways; challenging certain kinds of myths and stereotypes I think and ultimately just really entertaining and fun and joyful. I can’t really remember what I said, so I don’t know what people will learn about me... but it’s not about me, it’s about that fantastic group of people, but I certainly got a huge amount out of it too and I hope an audience will as well.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Playing the Part

actor!Eddie x actress!reader

summary: you and Eddie are playing the romantic leads in a movie. The only problem? You can’t stand each other.

cw: MDNI (18+) fingering, oral (f receiving), hurt/comfort

You and Eddie stood in the middle of the street, staring at each other like nothing else had mattered. No words had been exchanged between the two of you, but just from the looks in your eyes, it was obvious what you were feeling. Eddie pulled you into his arms as rain poured down on the two of you. It pelted your skin, making it cold and wet, but all you were thinking about was the man in front of you. Even soaked from the rain, he still somehow looked so angelic. Almost as if the rain made him look even better.

The man was looking at you with so much love that it was almost palpable. His brown doe eyes bored into yours, saying so much even though no words fell from his lips. He was always so good at telling you exactly how he felt just by looking at you. How exactly he did it, you’d never know.

“So you’ll marry me?” He asked and you grinned.

“Of course I will!” You exclaimed before pulling him into a deep kiss. His arms wrapped tighter around you, deepening the kiss by tilting your head backwards so he had more access to your lips.

“Cut!” A voice yelled from behind you and the two of you broke apart instantly. You wiped your mouth the with back of your hand while Eddie sprayed some breath stay into his mouth, looking at you with nothing but disgust.

It was needless to say that the two of you despised each other. It was obvious in the way you spoke to the other and the looks you shared. As soon as the two of you had been casted as the romantic leads for the film, everyone held their breath. You had hated each other since the moment you had locked eyes and they were honestly surprised that you both had actually agreed to work together.

The fact was, neither of you actually wanted to participate with the knowledge that you’d be working together let alone having to act as a couple, but the roles were forced upon you since both of your teams decided that your feud was childish and that if you had actually spent time together, you’d get along.

What a pipe dream that was. All you two had done was argue if you weren’t doing a scene. Off screen, you were absolutely insufferable together, but on screen, it was like magic. Your relationship almost seemed believable.

It had gotten to a point, though, where the pull was threatened to be pulled if you didn’t stop with your behavior. It wasn’t too late to cast a new couple and the director never failed to remind you of that. So, you put on smiles and faked like you were the best of friends only to argue once you were behind closed doors and sure that nobody could actually hear you.

Since so many members of the crew had seen you both go into your trailer so often, they had been convinced that you had been sleeping together. Which was laughable to the two of you, until it wasn’t.

You hadn’t meant to. It was merely an accident. You were trying to get a scene right which happened to involve a kiss and one of you was the one to deepen it and one thing led to another and you both somehow ended up naked. It wasn’t your fault that there was a perfectly good couch behind you. You were just trying to test it out. Turned out it wasn’t a very good one since it had broken just as you both were coming down from your orgasms.

A one time thing quickly turned into two times which turned into three until you were fucking each other on the regular. Sure, you hated the man’s guts, but even you could admit that he knew exactly how to please you and make you feel good.

Though, it seemed that you only were able to enjoy each other’s company when Eddie was inside of you since any time you had to kiss him for a scene, it felt forced and different to how he would kiss you behind closed doors. Those kisses were always rough, but at least you could tell that he was enjoying himself.

“Everyone take a break and then we’ll go again.” You should have known that the take hadn’t been good, but you really didn’t want to go again. Not if Eddie wasn’t going to put his all into it like you had.

You fled the set a quickly as you could and made a beeline for you trailer so you could have some peace and quiet. For once, you weren’t going to let Eddie in. You needed him to know that he couldn’t just fuck you whenever he wanted and that you weren’t going to continue your arrangement any longer. It was unprofessional and only made your relationship that much more confusing.

You sat down on the bed and collapsed onto it. Why did everything have to get so complicated? Why did your feelings have to get in the way? You could have easily continued what was going on between the two of you if your feelings for him hadn’t grown so strong. Perhaps it was foolish to fall for someone that you were only sleeping with, but you couldn’t help it.

There was a knock at your door but you ignored it. You knew exactly who it was and you couldn’t see him. You couldn’t without wanting to have sex with him and you couldn’t do that anymore. It had to end.

Even after telling him to go away, Eddie continued to knock. You always opened the door immediately and he wasn’t going to leave until he got answers as to why you were acting so differently. He thought he at least deserved that.

You eventually opened the door and Eddie stepped inside, grabbing onto your waist and pressing a kiss to your lips. It was rough just like always and despite knowing that you needed to push him away, you didn’t want to. You kissed him back, your hands curling into his hair as he stepped forward until you hit the bed. He licked into your mouth as he guided you to lay down on the bed, removing the flannel that you were dressed in as he did so.

His hand moved up your shirt and massaged your breast as he slid underneath your bra, his other hand moving up your back to unclasp your bra. You rested your hand on top of his to stop him and he looked up at you, trying to figure out what was going on in your head.

“Want me to stop?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes,” you responded. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry,” he shook his head. “You don’t owe me anything, you know that, right?” There it was again. The sweet behavior that only seemed to appear when you were in that position. Why was it so difficult to treat you that way when you weren’t alone?

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” Your silence was freaking him out. You always usually had something to say. In fact, it was hard to get you to stop talking most days.

“You can continue,” you told him and he looked at you skeptically. You had changed your mind. You needed him right then, your pussy too wet to not have remedy it in some way.

“Y/n-”

“Eddie, please. Need you.”

“Y/n, I’m not sure that-”

“Then look at my sopping wet cunt and decide for yourself.” The lust returned to your eyes and Eddie slowly unbuttoned your jeans, pulling them down to your ankles. He then removed your underwear and just as you’d said, your cunt was in fact sopping wet.

“Look at you, darling,” he said, spreading your legs wide. “Need me that bad, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, okay? Gonna eat you so good.” With that, he removed your jeans and underwear from your legs and immediately shoved his fingers inside of you, the pure pleasure causing you to grip the blanket beneath you tight.

“Oh,” you moaned and Eddie continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, the only sounds that could be heard were the squelching of your pussy as Eddie moved his fingers in and out of you, your moans, and Eddie words of encouragement as he helped you through it.

“That’s right, angel,” he cooed. “Sound so pretty.” He kept his slow and steady pace as he moved his fingers with every intention of edging you, wanting you to beg for his mouth that you so desperately wanted on your cunt.

“Eddie, please,” you begged and he just looked at you with that mischievous grin. “If I could do it myself, I would.”

“Relax, angel. Let’s not get too impatient. “I’m gonna take care of you, remember?” With that, he removed his fingers from your cunt and replaced it with his face, diving in with no warning, causing you to gasp as he nose brushed just the right spot.

He took no time to graze it with his teeth, eliciting the most delicious sounds from your mouth. Your hands moved into his hair and you tightened your fists around the locks at his scalp, giving it a yank when he did something you particularly liked.

“So good, Eddie,” you whined. “Need more.” He swiped his tongue from your slit to your clit then began to suck on it, eating up both your beautiful moans and the way you were pulling on his hair. “Fuck,” you swore and that he took that as invitation to continue, deciding that he’d lick and suck until he had lapped up every single drop of your delectable slick.

“Sound like an angel, angel,” he said. “And you taste so fucking good. Could eat you all the time.”

Once he decided that you were ready, he stuck his tongue fully inside you and your back arched as he draped your legs over his shoulder, pulling you closer so he had more access to your pussy. He swirled it around as you pressed your legs against his head as your moans got louder and louder.

Your vision went hazy as you reached your orgasm and you reached for Eddie’s hands, giving them a squeeze as he continued to work his magic on your cunt, making sure to let you know just how much he was enjoying himself as he did so.

His tongue reached a spot that it never had before and it caused your back to arch the most that it could, your legs tightening around his head even more as you reached your peak.

“Eddie,” you practically screamed. “I love you.” The words that left your mouth caused you both to pause. You immediately sat up as Eddie removed his face from your cunt, his eyes growing just as wide as yours. He pulled your legs off of his shoulder, but stayed on the floor, resting his hands gently on your knees.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, both of you too afraid to be the first one to speak. You hadn’t meant to say it and certainly not while Eddie had been eating you out. But the words hung between you and you couldn’t take them back. They meant too much to do that.

“You love me?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“That wasn’t exactly the way I wanted to tell you, but yes. I do.” His face lit up and he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. He smiled into it and you couldn’t help but mimic him, the kiss becoming harder to accomplish but that only made the two of you laugh.

“I love you too,” he mumbled against your lips. “So much that it hurts.” He tilted your head back to deepen the kiss just as there was a knock on your door, letting you know that it was time to go back to set.

“Guess we should go,” you said with a sigh.

“Guess we should,” he nodded, reaching for your underwear and jeans before helping you put them back on. He then helped you from the bed and you fled the trailer hand in hand to head to the set where you’d do your first scene as an official couple.

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I am treating the Cannibalism stage play as, like, an official fanfic, but it gave me emotions about Chuuya and he is my blorbo I need to share more details about the infamous "Chuuya cries" moment with full context:

Since they did not have a costume or actor for Poe, they got rid of Chuuya and Ranpo getting stuck in his story, and instead gave Chuuya a mini arc about leadership. They made Chuuya doubt his own legitimacy as a leader (for the Port Mafia) every step of the way.

He started out by saying that as the ex-leader of the Sheep, an enemy organization, it made no sense for him to be the interim boss of the Port Mafia. He even told Kouyou she should take the role because he used to be her subordinate. Kouyou convinced him to step up to the challenge by pointing out he usually didn't hesitate to lead people ("but those times I was acting on the boss' orders") and that she had 8 boxes full of Steel Oracles written by subordinates who wanted and trusted him to be up to the task.

Steel Oracles were the stage play's answer to the Silver Oracles. If the Silver Oracles are the boss entrusting a subordinate with power to act, the Steel Oracles are the subordinates entrusting an individual with the power to lead them. They are check notes with the name of the individual being entrusted written on the back, signed by the person submitting it, and symbolizes the submitter entrusting that individual with everything that they have and are. Chuuya had 8 boxes with his name on it.

He later (obviously desperate) goes to request Verlaine help them assassinate Fukuzawa. Chuuya says the PM his family that he needs to protect. He wants Mori to live. He's having a very rough time. (Verlaine refuses but makes him realize Dazai is plotting something)

When all is said and done, he meets with Mori and Chuuya says he'll be returning the Steel Oracles to the subordinates. Mori jokes about Chuuya being more popular than him, so shouldn't he name Chuuya boss instead? Chuuya refuses immediately, saying that the people were only saying he was strong, not that he had their respect, and says he could never be a boss like Mori. He makes a comment about Mori having already said he wanted Dazai as the next boss anyway.

Mori agrees, Chuuya looks a little resigned and starts walking away. But then, Mori produces 5 new Steel Oracles: they're all signed by the Flags. Mori says he was given these long ago, by "experts" who had seen Chuuya's potential way back then. Mori says he had promised to look after Chuuya until the time came. He says that the people he considered family also considered him family. Chuuya hears the voices of the Flags calling out to him, takes the Steel Oracles with a stiff nod and excuses himself (the first anime ending, namae wo yobu yo, starts playing then). He avoids looking at Kouyou, who asks him if he's crying, and exits as quickly as possible.

During the outro section, we see Chuuya again, holding the Flags' Steel Oracles. He smiles (smirks really) and puts them in the interior pocket of his coat, before joining in on the choreography.

For bonus points, when Chuuya was the interim boss, he still had that "nobody needs to be hurt more than necessary" attitude he has in the manga. He fought Kyouka in Mori's room by using martial arts instead of gravity. He was also ruthless in filling in for the role of the Black Lizard for this story: he wanted to use Tanizaki as a hostage to get the ADA, and told him that once Tanizaki was no longer of use, he would be disposed of, just like every ADA member would be killed off until they got Fukuzawa. He wanted to cut Tanizaki's ear off to send to the ADA to tell them the deal was off. It was clearly business for him. He said he took no pleasure in it.

All in all, with tone, acting and context, Chuuya's hesitancy to lead the PM here was clearly an issue of self-confidence. Nobody would trust him with the role. Someone else would be better for it. He has too much baggage to be up to the task. People fear him more than they respect him.

And that issue is "resolved" (big word) when it turned out people he held in high esteem and cared about actually believed in him too. They saw him, they knew him, they cared for him, and they thought that, in time, he would be great. And that's what got to him.

[why-what-no]

Always Have Me

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Reader

Warnings: Slight depictions of violence. Me being obsessed with this show. Might be idiots in love, idk

Notes: Felt a little odd writing this about teenagers, but the actors are like a lot older than I am (why am i so in love with Lockwood’s actor?? He’s so pretty boy) and it’s totally PG, so I figured it was fine

Summary: When Lockwood’s friend and associate, aka the person he might even love, got injured during a case, he was more scared than he had been in a very long time. Leading to him dealing with his feelings in a less than productive way until the “friend” finally confronts him

Honestly, (Y/N) didn’t even feel it. But they could blame that on the shock.

Later on, when they’d ask George about it, he’d tell him quietly and morosely (like even the memory caused him pain), how dodging a ghost’s outstretched hand had led to the young operative tripping down a flight of stairs and slamming down onto splintered wood.

Wood that had pierced them right in the side. Which admittedly was gruesome, but (Y/N) just counted themself lucky that they had escaped being ghost touched. Lucy had told them about what happened to her old friends, and the thought of leaving behind their housemates terrified them.

All they could hear was the ghost’s shriek as their team neutralized it and…

And Lockwood’s voice - muffled, terrified. “No, no! (Y/N), stay with us. It’ll be okay! George! Call for help!”

***

Lockwood could barely stay focused in his fear. The moment he saw (Y/N) disappear down the stairs, his attention fully left the ghost that they were trying to contain. Bolting after his friend, not even thinking of the possibility of getting touched by the ghost. It didn’t even matter in his mind, if something happened to (Y/N) then it didn’t matter what happened to him.

The horrific sight of his friend - although honestly at that point ‘friend’ sounded like too weak of a word for their attachment - bleeding out send a coldness through his body. Kneeling over them, not knowing what to do, he could only attempt to comfort them as he yelled for George to get help.

Lockwood always felt a bit out of his element around (Y/N). A good kind of awkward, but awkward nonetheless. He’d read the books they’d like so he’d have something to talk about with them, and he’d try to be suave and charming but they’d always tease him about it. A little grin on their face that made it all worth it.

But in this moment. There was no awkwardness, just the knowledge that he completely forget what he was supposed to do. The imagined image of him lowering their casket into the ground imprinted in his mind as he begged (Y/N) to stay awake.

***

(Y/N) woke up in a hospital bed, obviously DEPRAC from the document on the clipboard that the nurse was holding. They let the woman fuss over them for a second, before beginning to push her to let them see their friends.

As Lockwood, George, & Lucy burst into the room, (Y/N) could only grin at how glad they were to see them. Only a few months ago, nobody cared if they were dead or alive. Now, they had a family who cared about them with all their hearts and souls.

“Are you okay?” Lucy asked, her sweet face wide with worry.

“We thought you were gonna die…”

“You were bleeding like mad…”

As George and Lucy talked over each other in their concern, Lockwood finally spoke. “Okay, you lot. Let them take a breath, it’s been a rough go.” He stood back, not getting close to take their hand or pat them on the shoulder. Which wasn’t a good feeling for (Y/N), but he never stopped looking at them, making them feel a little better. “Are you alright?” His brow was knitted in concern, as well as another emotion that (Y/N) couldn’t quite read on his face.

(Y/N) was close to all their housemates, but ever since they met Lockwood there was this pull that they felt for the handsome young operative. He seems to make every room he entered brighter, every joke he told lifted their spirits. They’d never felt so happy to be alive until they moved to 35 Portland Row.

“I’ll live.” They mustered up a smile, not wanting to make their friends more worried than the three of them clearly already were. “Just get me back home as soon as possible.”

They missed the comfort and familiarity already. The old knickknacks and books lining most surfaces, the smell of wood, paper, coffee, and whatever delicious thing George was cooking.

Lockwood smiled back. “I promise.”

And as usual, he kept his promise. It took a couple of days, but soon (Y/N) was healed enough to return to the agency and start getting back to normal. Helping George out around the house and researching new cases.

There was one problem, however. Ever since they had returned, Lockwood was… distant. Never alone in a room with (Y/N), never making excuses to speak to them and spend time with them like he did before they were injured. No, he just acted like they were just some acquaintance.

It broke their heart more than they cared to admit. Having got so used to Lockwood being so important in their life, that the loss of it felt like something had been stolen from (Y/N).

Lucy noticed the disquiet that (Y/N) was feeling. “Go talk to him, yeah? I’m sure it’s fine and you two can sort this out.” She told them comfortingly. “He was so worried about you when you were hurt. Nearly wore a hole in his shoes with his pacing.”

So they did. It took a bit to work up the courage, but eventually they managed to find him in the library.

He looked elegant in the dim light, although he was always beautiful looking. Entirely focused on the book in front of him, his hand on his chin with the curves of his face accentuated by shadows.

It almost felt sacrilegious to ruin this moment, but (Y/N) needed his attention. “Is everything alright?” They asked.

Lockwood jumped a bit as the words broke through the silence. He looked nervous for a second, before masking that emotion behind one of his calm, superiority complex-ridden expressions. “Of course.” He said, putting the book down and standing up. “Why wouldn’t it be? Did something happen?”

“You tell me. You’ve barely spoken to me in days, Lockwood.” Judging by the slight guilt on his face, he knew exactly that they were talking about. “What happened. What did I do?”

That immediately got through to him. “Nothing.” He said quickly. “You didn’t do anything, you’re wonderful.”

“Then why…”

“I was so useless.” He them her off, eyes glancing anywhere but at (Y/N). “You were hurt and I wanted to help and I just… I completely forgot my training.”

They’d rarely seen him this vulnerable before, a strange sort of desperation in his eyes that made them want to pull him close and never let go of him. “I’m fine, I’m going to be fine. You were there, that’s all that matters.” (Y/N) tried to consol him. He always had this need to be the defender, the one to look after everybody. It broke (Y/N)‘s heart sometimes how ragged he’d run himself trying to make that a reality.

“No it’s not all that matters. I’m supposed to protect you, and I couldn’t even do that!”

“That’s not your job, Lockwood.” They reached up to cup his cheek, trying to give him some sort of comfort. Almost immediately he leaned into their touch, raising his hand to lay in on top of theirs and wrap his fingers through theirs.

“It is. I…” He tried to decide best how to say what he needed to. To get across the emotions that he felt whenever he was around (Y/N). “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you here with me.” He finally said, looking down at his feet to avoid seeing their eyes.

But they took matters into their own hands, tilting his face up so that he was looking at them once again. Their eyes slightly watering, but a small smile was playing on their lips.

“You don’t have to do anything.” They told him. “You’ll always have me.”

There was a relief in his eyes as they told him that. “Promise?” He was deathly serious, needing to hear them say it.

And they just leaned forward to kiss him, surprising him at first but thrilling him at the same time. He quickly reciprocated, taking their face in his hands to keep them close to him, never wanting to let go of them now that he finally had them in his arms.

“I promise.” They told him when they finally leaned away to breath. And fully intended to keep that promise. They needed him as much as he needed them

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Disclaimer: I do not own Keane or any Planet Puto Character - Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto. This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me.

When Keane Macallister was first scouted into the showbiz industry by Milo, nobody liked him. He rose into fame a lot quicker than what the other veteran actors preferred. All the blood, sweat, and tears they shed for years and years, overshadowed by Keane in just months. He has the looks, the body, and definitely the skills for it but the others can't contain their bitterness and jealousy.

During his first ever project, he got to work with you. You've been an actress since you were 16 and you were known for being the antagonist/ villain for some blockbuster hits. Most of your roles include being some sort of an evil boss, a mistress of the male lead, a jealous and scheming step sister— all sorts of those hated characters and stuff, but you were also known for being aloof and cold even outside of your roles, being involved in scandals about your attitude was nothing new for you.

You were accused of treating fans poorly, most of the rumors were untrue and the shittiest thing you ever did to others was probably not allowing someone to take a picture with you while you were eating your first meal of the day after working for 17 hours straight until different stories just spawned in those tabloids, and of course those goody two shoes actors you work with didn't want to be involved with someone who had a bad reputation.

Keane heard of the rumors about you countless of times and even read some on the local newspapers but he knew better than to be choosy with his companions while he's just getting started on his career, especially since most of the other actors are very wary of him. You may have a bad reputation, but you are still someone who managed to stay afloat in this industry since you were 16, and he aims to be able to do the same.

It didn't take long before you and Keane were always seen together. It was nothing sort of romantic as you both tried to keep things casual and work related. Keane works hard and he definitely has some valuable foundation in acting, but he's also new and he loved getting feedback and tips from you. At first, you were very much annoyed by his presence, the way he tries to sneakily approach you during tapings, using small talk to somehow gauge you to teach him some techniques— it was something you weren't used to. It has always been you and your manager for so long that being followed around by another actor felt weird at this point but soon enough you grew accustomed to his antics.

"What do you mean? Y/n is one of the sweetest people I know." Keane answered as he smiled at the camera when some of the reporters managed to get ahold of him and bombard him with questions regarding the rumors about you. "She can never do wrong." he added before giving them his signature toothy grin.

You jokingly rolled your eyes before turning the tv off and facing Keane who is currently sitting at the couch. He was hanging out in your place again after asking you for some help to practice his lines. "Really, now? I could never do wrong?" You mockingly tried to imitate his voice as he burst out laughing. Keane has always made an effort to ease up your image in front of the camera whenever he can. It was not something you asked for, but you truly appreciate it whenever he does it.

"Hey! I'm trying to get them to like you!" Keane laughed. He wouldn't admit it, but the moment you helped him with his lines for the very first time, he was ready to back you up for the rest of his life.

"You know I don't want them to like me at this point."

"Yeah? But why?"

"Because it's easier to not have people expect anything from you." You softly whispered as you stared back at Keane's purple eyes. "If people see me as some sweet and darling actress, won't I have to keep that image in and out of work? Look, I know how you wanted them to know that I'm not some mean monster, but it's just easier to not have them expect how I should act during my own time."

You sighed as you ruffled Keane's hair. "Always remember that negative publicity is still publicity. Plus, being mean suits me since all of my projects are just me acting as the bad guy after all."

"Aight, I understand. But please stop treating me like a child! I'm still older than you! By like, 5 years or something!" Keane softly chuckled as he tried fixing his hair.

"That's not counted. You've only been here for around 3 years. I've been doing this since I was a child so I'm technically your senior." You rolled your eyes as you settled at the opposite end of the couch, keeping a good distance between you two.

"Why are you sitting so far away?"

"Because I'm tired of your face. I see you everyday." You teased him.

Keane gave you his best impression of what seems to be some sort of puppy eyes. "You don't like seeing me anymore?" He exaggeratedly sniffled clasping at his chest as he tried acting overly hurt and offended.

"That won't work on me."

Keane softly chuckled. "I find it weird that we've been together for a couple of projects and you still seem unaffected by my charms. Those other actresses we work with waste no time trying to woo me. Am I not your type or do you not swing my way?"

"It's a lot of trouble to develop feelings with someone you work with." You plainly said, not bothering to explain yourself at all. Keane is smart and you know that he understands your words. He might be a total flirt but deep inside, he knows how troublesome it is to throw in some feelings in the mix.

"We don't have anything scheduled for tomorrow, wanna have a drink? I'll have food delivered to us." Keane said as he grabbed his phone and started ordering some food.

"And risk us being involved in a scandal when someone sees you hanging out in my place? The delivery guy will definitely recognize either one of us once we have to receive your order."

"Chill! I know this guy. I used to work with him when I was still a delivery rider, he knows to mind his own business. Besides, we're just gonna eat chicken and drink beer." Keane softly chuckled.

"Fine." You defeatedly sigh as you rummaged through your refrigerator for some beer, tossing a can to Keane and grabbing one for yourself. "Let's get it started then."

You never enjoyed drinking with company. Whenever you get drunk, it's as if you were seeing a version of yourself you don't know. A carefree Y/n, a talkative Y/n, a Y/n who smiles at silly little things. It was scary for you. What if you enjoy this version of you so much that you start wishing that you're like this sober? Maybe people wouldn't be too harsh in criticizing you if you were this sweet, this nice, this...innocent.

You smiled as you took a sip of your beer while you listened to Keane talk about his childhood. You were resting your head on his shoulders ever since you started slurring your words— Keane didn't mind and he's actually amused of the gesture since you're never really a cuddly person. You don't know if it's the liquor but something about his voice is just so soothing that you were sure you could listen to him talk forever. Keane is still pretty much sober even though both of you were already on your 5th can of beer as you sat on the balcony, enjoying the cold breeze.

Keane is a really good person who deserved every good thing in life, you thought to yourself as you study his face while he talks about his family. How he smiles with the mention of his mom and sisters, as well as his stepdad. You hated how being drunk makes you feel things you usually don't when you're sober. Just like how your heart seems to be beating out of your chest right now.

Keane told you everything, without any reservations. In his mind, you are that one person he trusts in this industry. You are someone dear to him. You were too drunk to share stuff about yourself so Keane didn't push it. He knows that you'll tell him about your life once you're ready.

The night went by with you just listening to Keane talk and when he noticed that you were already having trouble keeping still, he asked if you were fine with him holding you for support. You can't help but melt at the thought of him making sure that he doesn't do anything you weren't comfortable with. Once you agreed, Keane gently seated you in his lap and let you rest your head on his chest, one arm wrapped around you to make sure you wouldn't be falling around.

"Say, what if the rumors are true and I'm actually a bad person? Would you still have my back just like now?" You drunkenly asked— something your sober self will never have the courage to do so.

"Of course I'll always have your back." Keane's gaze softened as he gently brushed some strands of your hair away from your face. "You don't even have to worry about that." He whispered as he gently ran his fingers along your hair affectionately. He can't help but feel protective as he sees this new vulnerable side to you. You were always so composed, all your moves were always so calculated, yet with just a few drinks, you were this girl he's never met before.

“You promise?” You softly asked Keane, your tone desperate, as if it meant the whole world for you to hear him swear on it.

“I promise, Y/n.” 

"This is why you'll never be a lead actress ever! You don't listen to me!" Her voice was laced with poison just like how you remember it. You didn't answer as you were too busy applying concealer on your red cheeks from when she decided that maybe you'll listen better if her palms made contact to your skin just like how it always did when you were growing up. You have to attend a press con in an hour yet here you are, locked in the dressing room with your own mother.

"All I want is what's best for you, anak. You're not getting any younger. You haven't even peaked yet, you haven't even been offered a lead role yet...What if you run out of jobs at this point? Paano nalang ako—"

You shook your head upon hearing those words once again. Those words that you learned how to carry ever since you were a kid, no matter how much it broke your back from how much it weighed you down. Those words used to do the job when you were younger, oh how you'll bend over backwards just to comply to her whims and make her happy— because according to her, that's what you caused her. All her happiness, freedom, and dreams gone because you came into this world, so you owe it to her.

"You are an actress, why can't you just act sweet and kind around everyone so they'll like you? You're pretty, why don't you put that face and body to good use and try to convince your bosses to give you a lead role for once?! Why do I have to have a daughter who is so goddamn worthless?!"

You sighed as she started getting angry once again. You looked at your watch, wondering where your manager was, hoping she'll arrive soon to rescue you from this situation. This has happened a lot of times already and it always ends ugly.

"You are so not worth it! I can't believe I ended up raising someone as incompetent as you!"

All her words still cut you as deeply as the first time you heard it. It's been so long and you're just tired of holding it together. "That's enough Ma. Please go home." You were sure that she's gonna start crying at this point just like how she always does to make the situation shift into her favor.

Keane was looking for you everywhere when he ran into your manager. She informed the actor that she's also on her way to pick you up in the dressing room where she left you and that he can tag along. They were still a couple of steps away but they can already hear yelling from the inside.

Keane hurriedly rushed towards the door to check on you only to be there on the worst timing possible.

"I wish I had a different mother..." Those words escaped your lips before you can even see that Keane is already standing there, looking at you with an expression you never saw from him before— was it shock? contempt? He gave you the same expression you know all too well from your mother— anger.

Your manager was quick on her feet as she escorted your mom out of the room, leaving you with Keane.

"Wait- Keane. Let me explain—"

"Explain why you were yelling at the woman who gave birth to you?!" Keane snapped as he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to contain his emotions. Being raised by a single mom, Keane has always had mad respect for every parent out there and was shocked to the core with what he just saw.

"Please let me explain first!"

"Y/n! That's your mom!"

"Keane...you're not listening. Please...Please...let me explain first." You can hear your own voice crack as you felt tears forming in your eyes. You just want to explain your side but he isn't even listening.

"Yeah, explain why you're 25 and acting like a brat!" He sarcastically said as he crossed his arms in his chest.

"Why are you so angry?! I— Keane, you promised! You promised that you'll always have my back. Why aren't you giving me a fair chance to explain! You promised..." You sobbed, feeling betrayed as you struggle to keep it together as Keane looks down on you with disdain.

"You promised.." You whispered and for the first time in years, you're back to being a child, crying and wondering why no one is ever at your side when you need them. You were alone once again.

Keane quickly realized his mistake once he saw how much you were crying. You were right. He promised you. Why was he acting like a complete ass towards you when he's never even heard the complete story yet.

Guilt washed over him as he realized how vulnerable and hurt you looked right now so he slowly closed the distance between you two, taking your hands into his and slowly rubbing his thumbs along your wrist. "Hey...hey...Y/n, look at me. Look at me, please."

Keane slowly brought your hands to his lips, pressing a brief kiss into your palms. You slowly raised your head to look into his eyes. "I'm so sorry. I am not angry at you, darling. I am so sorry." He whispered as he wraps you in his embrace, slowly rocking you back and forth to calm you down. "Shhh... I'm here... You have me, Y/n. I am so so sorry for being an ass." Keane whispers, holding you tighter to his chest. "I'm here."

To be continued..

I'll be honest, this story took a turn A LOT OF TIMES while I was writing and it's already like 2.5k words. ( I am not big on longer fics coz my attention span sucks esp at proofreading.) Now, this fic right here has a part 2. (Or more like I have to do 2 parts now from how long this is getting, + it has been tough to write the last parts coz it's making me a bit emotional that I gotta physically get myself from my laptop at this point coz the extra emotions might make me lose vision of the plot. ;;)

Art and OC by Haimaaaaa Please follow and support them here: https://www.tumblr.com/ask-emilz-de-philz / @ask-emilz-de-philz.

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Strange Halloween Head Swap

I was so psyched for Halloween this year because it was the first time I could spend it with my boyfriend, Julian. I'd never been a big horror guy myself, but he goes nuts for spooky thrills. I'd always wanted to go to one of those Halloween events, like haunted houses or corn mazes, and I thought being with Julian was a good enough reason to go. We were looking up events happening nearby on my laptop, and I thought I found a cool one.

"Let's see." Julian read the website.

"What's it say?"

"Haunted house. Ooo! Haunted corn mazes. Nice! Magic show. Magic show?"

"I love Magic shows!"

"I guess it could be a Halloween thing. Wouldn't be surprised if they just replaced the rabbit in a hat with something scary instead. Or maybe the assistant wears a ghost costume or something."

"But wait." I pointed at the bottom of the page. "It says absolutely no costumes are allowed. Aren't you supposed to wear a costume?"

"Yeah, for costume parties and trick-or-treating and stuff. But for things like this where they have paid actors and stuff in the haunted events, they don't want randos in costume, in order to keep up with the vibes."

"That makes sense." I noticed another part of the website that said "18+ only for the whole event."

"Ooooo," we both said in unison.

"That better mean they have strippers and vodka."

"Hell yeah!"

"Now where is this again?"

"Lemme see. Some place called Caneville." He looked up the town info. "Aw shit."

"What? Too far?"

"No, just a 30 min drive. But it's got such a tiny population that it's probably one of those hick towns. You know those places always give me the creeps. Like everyone seems to stare at you because you're an outsider."

"But don't you like creepy things? We can ignore the background of the town and enjoy the festivities." I kissed him.

"Hey, I guess. Sure. As long as you promise me one thing..." He placed his hand on my bulge which had now grown.

The 31st arrived, and so we got dressed and left at 3pm. The drive there was pretty normal, up until we reached the town. There was an unexpected amount of traffic leading into the town itself. As we continued along, we found that all the cars were headed to the festival.

"Woah, I didn't think it would be this packed!" Julian said excitedly.

"Me neither…it's weird though. Why would such a large number of people be coming to some small-town festival? It doesn't make sense."

"Dunno. Maybe they paid extra to get their event on the top of everyone's search results? I think you can do that."

"Maybe. Well, it better be good then."

Luckily, we found a parking spot in time, before too many people showed up. The place was pretty big and was decorated nicely for Halloween; jack-o-lanterns lined the fences, ghost shaped lights hung above us, and the grass was covered in hay. We noticed the sign advertising the magic show started at 5pm, so we checked out the other attractions first. Making our way through the crowds, it was somewhat obvious who was from this little town, and who drove here. There were people in all shapes and sizes, but a lot of the older people were wearing formal clothes and usually had grumpy looks on their faces - probably upset that there was so much diversity this year.

We were walking along, when we saw two punk guys, one with a red mohawk, and one with brown, searching around looking confused. Red mohawk made eye contact with me and approached.

"Hey, do you guys know where the free booze is?" He didn't even look old enough to drink but I didn't really care.

"Free booze? How come I didn't know about this?" Julian asked.

"What do you mean? It was in huge letters on the ad. Couldn't have missed it."

"I don't remember seeing anything like that though," I said. 

"Damn, nobody else seems to know either. Did I get some fake version of something? Everything else seems legit."

"That's weird yeah."

"Anyway, I'm Ian. Let me and my buddy know if you ever find the free booze. Fuck, I forgot I was gonna meet my boyfriend here too. Shit, well catch you later." He seemed like such a weird guy but hey, he's probably just 18 and desperate for a chance to drink.

5pm arrived and we headed to the magic show. As we expected, there was a pretty big crowd. I was so excited though, and it looked like everyone else was too. It started when a chubby guy in a tuxedo walked on stage.

"Friends and folks, welcome to The Great Guillermo magic show! I am the Great Guillermo!" He took a bow, and everyone applauded.

"Now for my first trick, I will make this sword float!" He took out a sword and set it on the floor. It began floating all the way up to his head when he did some hand motions. The crowd cheered once again. It was glowing blue as well, which was strange because he didn't announce anything like that.

"For my next trick, I will need one volunteer from the audience." The crowd seemed hesitant, most likely because the idea of a sword related trick would make some queasy. Luckily, after a bit, a guy around my age raised his hand and stepped onto the stage.

"All right! What is your name, young man?"

"Tyler."

"Ok Tyler! For your part, stand in that spot real good and don't move!"

"Oh ok." He did a bit of a nervous laugh. The Great Guillermo took the sword and aimed it at his own neck. What in the world was he doing? It started glowing blue once again and went through his neck! The audience gasped. I knew it was all a trick, but I expected blood or something. Instead, what happened was unbelievable. His head hopped right off his body! Completely still alive, it fell to the floor and the body took a bow. The crowd went wild.

"Holy shit man, that was so cool! How’d he do that?" Julian turned to look at me.

"I have no idea!"

Normally with tricks like this he would go back to normal to start the next trick, but he was still a head and began talking again.

"Now this is only the first part of my trick. Here comes the part where my volunteer must help." His body, still moving on its own, took the sword and aimed it at Tyler's neck. When that blue glow returned, The Great Guillermo's head hopped over to the left of Tyler. In an instant the sword sliced Tyler's head off, just like it did before. Though, instead of hopping off and hitting the floor, it seemed to fly off in the direction of The Great Guillermo's body, as if it was a magnet. When it got to the neck, it plopped itself on top, replacing The Great Guillermo's head.

Tyler's head on The Great Guillermo's body was a funny sight, seeing a skinny and young-looking guy with such a large body. He began moving and reacting, as if Tyler was actually controlling it. Tyler's head looked down and widened his eyes at the sight.

"Woooahh, this is trippy!" The Great Guillermo's head did the same and flew onto the empty body like a magnet. The audience began laughing when they saw the full image. They just swapped their heads!

"This is even crazier; how did they do that? Man, I gotta know now!" Julian was getting so excited now. It made me so happy to see him in a good mood. Tyler, on his new chubby body, realized he could move his legs and started walking around.

"Oh wow, I can move? This is weird." It looked so real. But it must be fake right? I know a lot of times magic shows pretend to pick out a random audience member, but really it was all planned from the start. The mood changed a bit when Tyler started becoming restless.

"Hey, uh could I have my body back now? This is actually feeling kinda uncomfortable."

"Of course, my boy! Right after you learn your lesson!" 

"Lesson?" My gut told me that this was no longer part of the act.

"The lesson of hard work of course! I may have been a little overweight, but it's not impossible to work it all off! And when you do, it should be just like your former one! Well…maybe a bit older! In the meantime, I’ll be enjoying your nice slim body!" The Great Guillermo seemed like a completely different person at this point and began laughing maniacally.

"What? Hey this isn't funny anymore! What's your problem?!"

"Oh, don't worry, Tyler. You won't be alone. In fact," He looked at the audience with a gleam in his eye. "Everyone else will be starting their own unique journeys!" He quickly grabbed the sword and pointed it at the audience. They all screamed when not only did it start the blue glow, but it began multiplying as well! Sword after sword came out of the original; there must've been hundreds! It seemed like we all knew what was about to happen next, because the crowd turned around and ran. Julian was by my side…at least at first. Soon enough the stampede plowed through us, desperate to escape, and we were separated.

"Julian! Meet me at the car!" I screamed, not sure if he heard me or not. I ran away from the stage area, dodging unfortunate heads flying everywhere. The Great Guillermo began laughing again.

"Now everyone will learn the true value of hard work! Whether you want to change your new body or not, adapting to your new life is the fun part!"

When I got to the parking areas, I was shocked at the horrible sight. There were people with the same idea as me hiding in cars…only the blue swords were able to pass right through them to slice their heads. It didn't stop there because the decapitated heads seemed to be in an ethereal state, where they could also go through the walls. That bastard magician. He planned all this! I'm screwed! While I was in shock, I could feel something hit me in the neck. It didn't hurt at all, but I felt dizzy. I watched as the world went in a loop, and then back to normal. I could see myself flying through the air, but when I looked down, there was nothing. No body. I could still feel my hands and the rest of my body, but I was far enough away that I couldn't check to see if it was moving.

I couldn't change the direction I was heading in, but I could lean a little to the left or right. I'm guessing I was homing in on the nearest headless body, so I wondered if I could direct myself away from a bad one? I saw a headless body in front of me, so I jerked to the left and managed to dodge it…for a few seconds. It turned out there was a body on the other side of the fence I was on, so I flew right through it and attached myself to the neck.

I looked down and almost screamed. It was a fat body wearing a light blue dress shirt, with a tie and suspenders. I would imagine I was also wearing dress pants to go along with it, but I couldn't see past my huge belly! My waist size must’ve been double what it was before! Judging by the clothes, this probably belonged to a man that lived in the town.

I pushed my hand against the belly and felt it jiggle, sending vibrations throughout the rest of my flesh. I'm glad I wasn't a floating head anymore but I'm not too happy about being a fat guy either! I must’ve looked like Tyler did with his twink head on an obese frame. Luckily, there was a public restroom nearby, so I walked in and locked the door. I was scared to see myself in the mirror, but knew it had to do it, so I shuffled over to see my reflection.

Oh god, I was massive. It really did look strange, almost funny in a way. Normally when you gain this much weight, you also gain a double chin. But my chin and head were exactly how they always were. But yet, my body was huge. At least I wasn’t wearing some trashy looking clothes or something. Formal wear was nice, even though it felt tight on me. How do guys like this go shopping? I must’ve been wearing 5XL clothes! The curious thought of seeing what it looked like underneath crossed my mind. I guess it was going to have to be done eventually…and my chest felt like it was being crushed under the shirt I was wearing. I started by unclipping the suspenders. The front two were easy, but the back two I had to guide my hands around my oversized ass in order to make out where they were. Then I lifted my collar to take off the tie and unbuttoned the first two shirt buttons. I expected to be wearing an undershirt, since I felt so compressed, but no. The dress shirt was all it took to feel cramped. I reached for the bottom of my shirt that was tucked in and pulled up. When it was fully untucked, the belly promptly fell back down, slapped my thighs, and jiggled for a few seconds. Once it was all unbuttoned, I opened up the shirt and took it off.

Fuck. I wasn’t just big; I was morbidly obese. My man tits stuck out, love handles hung all around, and the loose skin left a crevice that covered my belly button. I really hated this. What’s Julian going to think? He might break up with me. No one would ever want to date a lardass like me. I put the shirt on, lifted up my belly in order to tuck it all back in, and walked out the door. I didn’t bother putting the tie and suspenders on again. I didn’t even need the suspenders anyway because my pants were tight enough over my big hips.

I started walking back to the festival area in order to find a clue to where Julian went. There were still blue swords flying around, but they ignored me completely. I guess they don’t go after those who had already been head swapped. Walking felt really weird because it was more like a waddle. Every step felt like I was causing an earthquake, which made it worse considering I couldn't even see my own feet! Not to mention I was sweating like a pig, even though I hadn't been walking long. I could feel the sweat stains forming in my armpits and since I had no undershirt on, it was probably obvious. I heard a familiar voice, so I turned around and noticed a familiar red mohawk. It was Ian! He was much chubbier than when I saw him before. He was talking with another guy, who lifted his t-shirt up to touch his belly.

"This is like a fuckin dream come true! Look at this gut!" Ian seemed excited to gain weight. Was that guy his boyfriend or something?

"We gotta hope that this body is good at staying big though! I want you to be my chubby bunny!" He said, flashing a grin. As I approached them, they stared for a second, but then smiled really wide. 

"Hey! Wait. You're that guy I met before. Remember? But you're like, so fuckin obese now!"

"Yeah…"

"That's awesome man!"

"Not really, I was fine being a twink before."

"Yeah man, but now you're a fuckin beast! You could like murder someone just by squashing them."

"I'll keep that in mind in case I need to murder someone," I said sarcastically.

"So, wait, where's your boyfriend?"

"No clue. I'm looking for him."

"Well good luck man. And hey, being big isn't all that bad you know."

"Yeah, maybe."

I got to the festival area to find a couple people still frequenting, but it was obvious they were head swapped. I suppose I was lucky mine ended up matching my skin color. At least the weird young head and old body combination isn't impossible naturally.

I noticed a shed area with a hastily made sign that said, "pick up your phones here." That was a good idea actually. Afterall, most people would've had their phones in the pockets of their old bodies. Maybe if Julian already found his, I can text him. Luckily, I skipped a step because I found him searching through the pile of phones inside. His body didn't look too different, at least from the sides.

"Julian!"

"Petey! You're…wow." 

"I know…this is going to take some getting used to."

"Hey no biggie. You're still you. You have your head at least. You're just a big guy now."

"Yeah, it's weird. Do you think there's any way to change back?"

"Don't think so. When I went back to the stage, the magician guy wasn't there. Fitting. Guess he just wanted chaos and well, he got it."

"Can't believe I'm stuck like this. But at least you don't look too different, maybe a bit bigger and older."

"Oh no, I've changed a lot actually. Here." He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a flabby old man's chest.”

"Oh."

"I know right. Looks like I took the body of an old guy."

"Does it feel weird?"

"Yeah kinda. A little uncomfortable. I really just need to take off these clothes. I can feel my underwear being pulled up way too high!" I laughed. I'm glad Julian was still finding ways to make light out of a bad situation. "My back does kinda hurt though. But it's ok! We'll just work out and all like normal. Plenty of old guys are in shape!"

“Makes me so mad though. Those old guys that got our bodies are probably enjoying their nice abs right now.”

“Well, in your case, he’s in for a surprise when he sees how loose you are in the back…” I started laughing again.

“You got that right! He was probably straight, so it’ll be quite the shock. But I guess this means I’ll have to start loosening up all over again.” I touched my huge ass. “I guess I’ll have to work out too. I have a long way to go.”

"Oor…you could stay like you are. At least for now. Didn't wanna say it before but I'm totally finding you hot right now. Never fucked a fat guy before."

"Really? You like this?"

"Yep! Hey, it's still Halloween, so how about we go home, and I can feed you some candy or something." The thought of Julian feeding me was making me hard for some reason. Why do I feel like I want to stay this big? It's crazy! But I was so hungry, so I agreed.

"That sounds…pretty hot actually. Sure." Julian smirked.

"Happy Halloween my big boy." He slapped my gut.

"Happy Halloween…"

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Things I noticed the nth time watching Nimona:

Knight armour can get sliced through like nobody's business (Balister's arm), but can take a laser hit without serious, body-altering consequences (Director hitting Ambrosius with a laser made from the same one that apparently has the power to wipe out half the realm, or kill an Immortal being who doesn't feel severe pain from an arrow wound)?

...is this because Ambrosius' armour was made to be more protective than Balister's?

"She manipulated BOTH of us." Ambrosius says this about Nimona, who he had very few interactions with aside from her very blatantly fucking shit up for the institute. How did she manipulate HIM?

I guess it probably makes sense when you consider he was going to arrest the director, implying that he believed Bal AND Nimona, but I dunno. The little rat in my head started running on its brain-powering wheel at all the possible fanfic plots this could lead to.

Nimona as Ambrosius grabbed the Gloreth statue when they fell to the ground.

On the one hand, this could just be actor!Nimona putting dramatic emphasis on how even in death, the leaders of the realm will cling to their hopes and beliefs, or the golden boy finally getting to join his ancestor.

On the other hand, we could make it deliciously angsty (yum yum) and say it is Nimona's personal desire to grab the statue of Gloreth for reasons such as: taking down the monster-killer image of her former friend out of anger and sadness because she never wanted that image to be so true in representing one of the few people who ever cared about her even briefly;

OR, While trying to think about how she would act if she were actually dying, she reaches for the closest thing to a friend that she has, but this is her staging a false death, as that particular friendship was false so this is just fitting, isn't it?;

OR, They wanted it to spread a message that with the fall of the director, would come the fall of the corrupt system they live in, as well as the fall of this narrow-minded view of both Nimona and Gloreth's story as well as Gloreth and Nimona themselves.

Nimona freaking out about the arrow in their leg in the comic vs Nimona treating it like a little scrape not to be worried about in the movie.

This is really interesting to me. In the comic, it's played up for humor like Nimona is almost overreacting, then having Bal take care of her because he does care about her. This shows it as a bit silly, but so very meaningful.

Then you have the movie where Balister is freaking out and it's kind of funny because clearly Nimona is relatively fine about it, so he doesn't really need to make a big deal out of it. Then he helps her and is still very careful about it like with anyone else's arrow wound, and asks her questions so he can better understand them. Again so very important.

I love both versions of these scenes, I just am so curious about why they made such a drastic change.

I love this movie so freaking much. (I knew that already, but it bears saying for the thousandth time. It's just so fucking good.)

For this last one:

TW: mention of police brutality (discussed as a theme in the movie, nothing specific outside of the Nimona movie)

"He's got a weapon." It's not a weapon. It's a phone. But Todd (and who knows how many of the other knights) didn't choose to see it as anything other than what the director told him it was, and destroyed it as he was trained to do. This screams messaging about the stupid, dangerous, and harmful actions of too many police officers who don't check the situation for themselves before acting on "information" they gathered from insufficient data and/or unreliable sources, and combine that with profiling to make decisions that so often end up being harmful and even fatal to others.

[astercontrol]

I legitimately wonder who the target audience for TR3N is even supposed to be. It's clear the Tron franchise doesn't have much in the way of mainstream appeal. And none of the actors or narrative elements of the previous films are going to be featured. So, why is Disney bankrolling this thing? Did they just get sick of Leto pestering them and finally agreed to green light the film just to shut him up?

Yeah all of this. I honestly don't know.

I have long ago given up on trying to understand the choices of any large system of human actions (corporation, government, religion, political party, but ESPECIALLY corporation) as if it were a rational entity making choices like a person.

many batshit conspiracy theories stem from sheer desperation to understand just WHY these conglomerate entities choose to do things that, as far as we can see... benefit almost nobody... and don't even benefit the group as a whole, in the long term

but I think their choices are better understood as chaotic clusters of individual choices within them.

a scattered handful of individuals, in a few scattered, momentary, significant positions of power to make choices, each individually make the choice that benefits... them, personally.

their choices add up to... the Entity, as a whole, taking a direction that looks like... utter nonsense, from every perspective imaginable.

It's as if each cell in your body suddenly shifted to the course of action that... could lead to the longest lifespan for it, as an individual cell

many cells would outlive their individual life expectancy, by days or hours or minutes.

But the body as a whole, and every cell in it eventually, would die far too soon

and no one would ask why the body chose to do this. Because, clearly, it had no choice.

...that was much more serious analysis than you probably wanted. But it is 3 am and I have been in solitary covid confinement for a week and my filters for what I will post online are thinning dangerously, like a veil between this and some even more horrible world

tl;dr the actions of large groups of humans are chaos. but especially those who make up something like fucking Disney

[stardust-sunset]

I’m sorry you are getting sent Brody hate! But comparing absences to Jordan who misses shows because he’s a literal father and has been open about his health issues is NOT ok. Also I believe Renni has missed more shows than Brody but nobody says anything because he isn’t the lead. And Renni has missed shows for a valid reason and is now getting surgery. Brody has valid reasons like every Broadway actor! He’s literally done most shows in the last month besides like 5 which is A LOT for Pony. Also wouldn’t be surprised if he’s on vocal rest!

i mean like…i’m not brody so i’m not rly offended by it? tone is hard over text and i probably sound like i’m trying to be a smartass, i’m not-i’m not offended or anything or even suggesting you HAVE to like him. i’m just saying it’s exhausting to deal with? i get i’m the main person people go to about drama and whatever(not even the right word) because ill admit, i feed into it. and i’m trying to get better at not feeding into it because i know it’s only giving a reaction-it’s just…hard? because i’m very opinionated and u stand by my beliefs and i hate to throw in the towel (ha) but yeah. again, i know that i’m the person people go to to stir up controversy (i’m glad i am because i’d hate for any other BG fans to get sent some of the shit i do-again, it’s not like i’m offended? it’s just like…why harass people over content you don’t like? if you don’t like the actor or the media then don’t interact with the fans. that’s like me going to to a bunch of taylor swift fans and saying i hate her music and purposefully trying to stir up trouble.

comparing actors from completely separate shows is unfair too. especially if one is in hadestown and one is in outsiders. those are two very very very VERY different plays. and i doubt the reason jordan isn’t absent as much is because he wants to “salvage his reputation’ because we never (and never need to) know what’s going on in an actors life. there could’ve been plenty of other reasons JF was absent so much. (edit but i reread the ask and i didn’t know he’s a father and had health issues….its stupid to compare the two.) but i’m not familiar with him so i’m not gonna speak on him.

brody’s absences are literally no one’s business. yes, i get it’s disappointing that he’s not there. but there are two amazingly talented understudies who cover him and if the musical thought brody could do all eight days they wouldn’t give him an understudy.

it’s just tiring. i don’t mind answering questions but like…you know i’m a fan of his, a fan of the musical. so sending outsiders/brody hate to me just seems stupid. just don’t interact with me. it’s not that hard.

[strangedreamings]

S2E6 (spoilers abound)

Do we have to see Jaehaerys' body in the opening credits every week now?

Hi, Jason! Glad to see you're just as full of yourself as ever. He doesn't want to make a move without Aemond and Vhagar. Wow, and here I thought Tyland got all the brains.

"I am the Prince Regent, not a dog to be called to heel." Honey, you're both, and the sooner you can accept that, the happier all of us will be.

Ironrod suggests marrying Alicent to the Red Kraken (the current Lord Greyjoy). Dude, who do you think you are, Otto Hightower?

"The longer we wait, the more chance (Daemon) will prevail." No, no, keep waiting -- Alys and the curse of Harrenhal will drive him completely mad soon enough.

"My uncle is a challenge I welcome, if he dares to face me." I don't know how to break this to you, Aemond, but this crush of yours is not reciprocated.

Aemond fires Alicent from the Small Council and is a misogynistic dick about it. Alicent accuses him of still being angry about losing an eye. Honey, you're the one who wanted his nephew's eye taken in revenge, where did you think talk like that would lead?

Corlys wearing his Hand of the Queen pin. It looks good on you, dude.

Ah, the Sowing of the Dragonseeds. Rhaenyra's desperation for additional dragonriders is going to get a bunch of people killed or maimed.

The Small Council knows she is reaching and for fucking once, I agree with them. Maybe they'd take her seriously if she didn't sound like she was talking to her younger children.

Ser Steffon has so little Targ blood in him that it's not going to matter. Rhaenyra, this is such a dumb idea.

"Then perhaps the gods will favor us." Not unless the writers are going off-book (again).

Hi, Daemon. Which dead family member are you going to see tonight?

And he's back in the throne room, lovely. "The Heir for a Day" shit again? That must be really pressing on Daemon's conscience now that Viserys is dead.

Speaking of, hi, Viserys! Good to see you in (relative) health again. I hope HBO is paying all these cameo actors well, they all seem to be having a blast tormenting Daemon again (who looks truly devastated right now). HBO, you'd better be getting Matt's For Your Consideration campaign ready for next year's Emmys.

Ooo, a Rhea mention, even if we don't see her! I'll take it.

It's entirely possible that none of this is actually Alys or the curse's doing -- Daemon's conscience has more than enough fodder to torment him with. He hurt his brother, all three of his wives, and his daughters. It's about time all of that bothered him.

"...Stop watching me." And you still think you're fit to take KL by yourself? You're never leaving the Riverlands, Daemon.

"Daemon Targaryen asking for help?" "Counsel." He's losing his mind one night at a time but dammit, he's still got his wit.

"In three days' time, the winds will shift." Grover Tully is gonna die.

It's so dark in this cave that I can't tell which dragon that is. In the book, Steffon attempts to ride Seasmoke. Oh, it is Seasmoke. Thank God somebody said his name because he looks nearly black in the darkness.

"Do not show fear." Too late, Steffon is freaking the fuck out.

Just burn/eat him already, the tension is driving me nuts.

Is that dragontamer seriously just holding a long stick? Against a giant fire-breathing flying reptile?

Finally! Holy shit, that took FOREVER.

The Hull brothers are so goddamn hot. But don't think I didn't notice, Ryan, that the first person we see after Seasmoke's little barbecue is Addam. :P

So, is this madam TRYING to start a rebellion or what? "And his rightful heir denied her seat." Yep, she's trying.

"You have forgotten to fear me." You're going to have to do more than slap him, Rhaenyra.

Oh, the madam is working for Mysaria, got it. This really could work.

"This becomes you." Yeah, a sword in her hand so she can actually do her own fighting. Too bad nobody taught her how to use it.

Didn't the French Revolution start because of a famine? The smallfolk don't care who's on the throne as long as their bellies are full.

Oh Dear God, Otto as Hand to Aemond? Well, at least those Small Council meetings won't be boring.

Aemond's going to smother Aegon II with a pillow, I just know it. Aegon whimpers when he sees Aemond and you can't blame him. TGC is killing it with the agony, he needs a For Your Consideration campaign too.

"I remember nothing." I don't believe you and, unfortunately, Aemond doesn't either.

Rhaena and Joffrey come across a scorched area but they're in the Vale, who could've done that? Now she's in Aegon III and Viserys II's nursery with the boys and a baby dragon that I assume is Aegon's Stormcloud. Cute little dragon.

"You hate it here." Jeyne, you're not doing a damn thing to change her mind.

"Wild." So, are we talking Grey Ghost, the Cannibal, or Sheepstealer? Fuck, I guess this means the Rhaena-Nettles fusion rumor is true, if the wild dragon is Sheepstealer.

Rhaenyra is sending care packages to the people of KL. I fucking LOVE this!

Dammit, I don't want to like Gwayne Hightower but the actor has been making that fucking difficult. "He's kind." The delivery of that, you can tell Gwayne knows that's what Alicent wants to hear.

Rioting in the streets over Rhaenyra's care packages. Okay, maybe this was a bad idea, but it's certainly sowing rebellion.

Larys was born at Harrenhal? That explains SO MUCH. Him aligning himself with Aegon II is interesting and he's right, Aemond wants to kill his brother. Let's see where this goes.

Daemon's vision again. Looks like Aemma's death, great. I truly think Daemon loved Viserys, he was just too self-centered to express that love properly.

"Lord Grover is dead." Called it! Oh, Alys absolutely fucking killed him.

Addam and Seasmoke. Seasmoke misses Laenor and he can presumably tell that Addam is Laenor's kinsman (half-brother).

Is Seasmoke LAUGHING at Addam?

Holy fucking shit, I did not appreciate that jump scare!

Mysaria's backstory is fucking dark, even for GRRM.

Well, this is a ship I never thought I'd see on this show. I don't ship it but I'm sure there are fans out there who are absolutely thrilled right now.

Rhaenyra on Syrax, there's something we haven't seen in a while.

They're ending the episode there? We know it's Addam on Seasmoke, this isn't exactly news to the audience. Bah.

Preview for next week. "With these dragons, peace will be restored." *laughs from having read "Fire and Blood"* And they call Helaena a Dreamer.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Vesuviella: Part 12

The rehearsal in question is to happen in Portia’s garden, considered to be neutral territory by nobility and common people alike. It's on your way there that you spot Asra on the bridge to the Palace gates, seemingly lost in thought to the point of disrupting the flow of human traffic around them. They start back to the present as soon as you approach and call their name. “MC! There you are, I was just thinking about you.”

“Nothing too bad, I hope.” You smile and fall into step next to him, shoulders bumping playfully.

“Hmm? And how would I come up with anything bad to think about you? You underestimate yourself, MC.”

“Are you saying that I don’t know myself?”

“I’m saying that you don’t know your influence.” Their eyes slide over to you, full of mischief. “Not just anyone can convince Muriel to stand on a stage. Or Nadi to participate in an Ilya-concocted scheme.”

You sigh as you navigate the garden maze, Portia’s cottage moments away. “What are you getting at, Asra?”

He’s getting ready to respond when you both catch snippets of a loud, brash voice in the garden. His dimples drop and you hear him mumble something along the lines of and convince me to call a goat my sister, apparently.

You break them out of their trance with a nudge and a smirk. “Stepsister.”

They sigh and nod. “Of course, how could I forget. My stepsister.”

“MC! I knew it!” You’re being offered a golden elbow as Lucio eyes the magician with poorly concealed annoyance. “You kept them waiting on purpose, didn’t you, Asra?”

“Waiting on who?” He shades his eyes with his hand, scanning the area. “Ilya and Pasha are nowhere to be seen, or anyone else important for that matter.”

You dig your elbow into Asra’s ribs and use the golden arm to steer Lucio back towards the garden before he can respond to the teasing. “I’m sure they’ll be here any second. Have you read your lines, Lucio?”

He pouts and flicks the pages open. “Of course I’ve read them. Nobody’s a better actor than I am!” His sharp smile returns as he leans in to show you a page towards the back of the booklet. “Though if you ask me, the prince should’ve made a different decision here. Who cares if I can’t fit into the shoe?" He moves in closer, tone shifting to something more flirtatious. "You know what they say about big feet, MC.”

“That they belong on clowns?” Asra’s leaning in too, watching in glee as Lucio's face reddens. You watch the tension spark between them, unsure of how to proceed, when Julian’s shout mercifully interrupts the developing stare down.

“Perfect! I knew you two were the right decision. Sibling rivalry is key to this dynamic.”

“Us, siblings?” The two of them shudder and lean away as the doctor approaches.

“Rivalry?” You ponder quietly to yourself. Portia appears from behind her brother, face filled with the most loving pity as she leads you away.

“MC, you sweet summer child.”

[starlessleep]

⸻ ( sandra oh, 53, cis woman, she/her ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that STELLA KWON is a a MORTICIAN that works in SECTOR 4. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of WISH GRANTING. That must be why they’re FOCUSED and INDULGENT. If you ask me, they remind me of martini glasses, old film reels, signs glowing at night, wrinkled hands. They are affiliated with NOBODY.

basic information:

character name: Stella Kwon

nickname (s): Stell, Star

face claim: Sandra Oh

mutation status: Gen 1 mutant

birthday: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

sexuality: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

moral alignment: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

occupation: Former actor, current mortician

work sector: Sector 4

affiliation: Unaffiliated 

3 positive traits: anticipative, dutiful, imaginative

3 negative traits: overly alert, complacent, moody

biography:

Stella’s mother dreamed of fame. The money, looks, status, and everything that came with it. She was willing to crawl and kill to get to the top if needed be. Her brief modeling career was cut short after contracting the X virus and attempting to kill her newborn daughter, infecting Stella in the process

The cure was a miracle. Life could go back to…well…as normal as life could be when it was littered with natural disasters. Stella was raised to burn brighter than her mother’s shadow - and the fact that her mutation made her, quite literally, glow certainly added to it. 

She worked as a child model, then actor as her name grew. Her mother had made a wish, something that seemed so simple and straight to the point: for Stella to see fame the way her own mother was never able to. For quite some years, it seemed to work with little repercussions. Stella didn’t have to worry about call backs. Just when everything seemed in her grasps, it all fell apart. She was pregnant by some forgotten, unimportant fling. Sick and miserable for months, the second stone dropped when her agent found a new, more dazzling client who didn’t have as much difficulty with dressing or the responsibility of a child. The third terrible thing occurred when her mother passed, and Stella’s desire for fame went with it. Her mother had gotten her wish, but at the cost of her own life. 

Stella settled back with her father, who lived a quieter, more humble, and stable life than her mother ever had. He taught Stella his trade - tending to the dead, and stood as her rock while she collected herself. 

The past years have been spent taking over much of her father’s positions in a far quieter world. Acting and performing almost feels like a long distant dream, that Stella can hardly believe to be real, until she gets the rare occurance of someone asking for her autograph. She finds herself looking to the stars and wondering which life she has lead actually belongs to her - or if it even matters, at the end of it all.

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?

Stella has lived in Sol City her entire life. She knows it could be better…but that the outside world could be a lot worse too.

do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not?

A general rule of thumb, Stella doesn’t trust most politicians. There’s the rare decent one here or there…but for the most part, she remains pretty off put by them.

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?

Working as a mortician was originally her father’s job, which she eventually inherited. It was never the sort of path that she expected for herself. She does enjoy helping people, and likes how quiet it can be…but the job can grow sad and lonely after enough time has passed.

what’s one object that they always keep on their person?

After her mother passed, Stella inherited all of her jewelry. She almost always has a pair of her mother’s earrings on.

what is your character’s ability (or abilities)?

Wish Granting

are they gen i or gen ii?

Gen I

what can your character do? what are their strengths?

As the name suggests, Stella can grant, quite literally, any wish.

what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses?

Through trial and error, Stella has learned she can only grant three wishes for each person - for their entire lives. Her wishes don’t work on herself, and something of equal value must be given in return for granting said wish - either willfully or by force.

is there anything else you’d like to specify about them?

When she was a child and going through her mutations, Stella’s blood also changed. Her blood glows. A light shines through her skin, and if she were to cut or bleed, her blood has a near blinding effect to it.

[accio-sriracha]

Because I have way too much time on my hands: I have written down the names, the word count so far, and the summary of my wips in order of ships!!

Dear god there are so many... this isn't even all of them, just the ones cohesive enough to add to the list...

Don't even get me started on the ONESHOTS IN MY DRAFTS.

Anyways, enjoy! This is the cause of my suffering <3

(Fics below the cut)

JEGULUS

If It Were You, It Would Be Us

A Jegulus Alternate Timeline where the Black Brothers switch places (10k so far)

The Play

Muggle High School AU. Stage hand Regulus and Lead Actor James find themselves in a secret relationship. (2k)

Chasing Stars

James gets hurt and Regulus refuses to leave his side until he's better. They fall in love along the way. (4k)

One Black Coffee (And One Regulus Black Too)

Classic Jegulus Coffee Shop AU (50)

Once Upon A Time

James and Regulus tell their kids a bedtime story about two wizards who fall in love. (700)

My Brother's Best Friend

Muggle AU. Regulus finds himself falling deeper than he should for his brother's best friend. (1k)

Who I Am (Is In Love With You)

James decides to do everything in his power to save Regulus. Including falling in love. (100)

Love Hard, Die Young

A story of secret whirlwind romance and, less fondly, death. (80)

A Good Memory

The Marauders teach Regulus to cast a patronus. The animal that appears is a shock to them all. (200)

WOLFSTAR

If We Should Fall

Sirius sets up a grand party for Remus' birthday, but nothing seems to go to plan. (2k)

How to Prank Sirius Black

Remus gives Sirius a taste of his own medicine. (5k)

The Summer We Fell

The Marauders spend summer at the Potter's. Remus and Sirius struggle to share their feelings, James is oblivious, and Peter thinks they're all morons. (4k)

XOXO- Moony <3

A texting fic, complete with way too many group chats, Wolfstar falling in love, and background Jegulus. (2k)

Catching Feelings

Wolfstar pretends to date as a part of a bet, then actually fall in love. James is oblivious as always. (6k)

Moonlight Miricles

Literally just the movie 'A Walk to Remember' but make it Wolfstar. Rebel Sirius Black and quiet reverend's son Remus Lupin fall in love. (5k)

In Your Shoes

A polyjuice prank gone completely off the rails. (400)

A Tale From The Beast Himself

Remus Lupin tells the story of Sirius Black. (40)

The Intamacy of Being Understood

Nobody knows anybody the way Sirius knows Remus. Except... maybe the way Remus knows him too. (Slowburn and LOTS of pining) (500)

Silence

Remus Lupin is the type to go quiet when he's angry. If there's anything that scares Sirius shitless: it's silence. (600)

Revenge

(TW: Sexual assault) After finding out what Mulciber had done to Remus, Sirius decides to teach him a lesson. (10k)

The Last I Love You, The First Goodbye

Sometimes actions aren't enough, sometimes you need to brave it all and tell someone how you feel. Well sometimes, Remus Lupin was too much of a coward. (1k)

DRARRY

Lovesick

An amortentia mishap causes chaos, Draco Malfoy is the only one unaffected, helping Harry hide until the potion wears off. After a while, they start to realise why Draco hadn't changed. (200)

Part of The Family

Christmas Drarry where Draco receives a Weasley Sweater for the first time and Harry asks a big question. (50)

Wounds That Heal Us

Post-war Harry caught up in memories of everything that happened, luckily Draco is there to snap him out of it. (50)

Changes

Auror Harry Potter is convinced he's overcome everything life could throw at him. Until he comes face to face with Draco Malfoy for the first time since the war. (30)

Empty Promises

Head Auror Potter finds Draco Malfoy in very bad condition. Unsure if he'll make it through the week, Harry throws caution to the wind as he searches for the cure to save him. (3k)

Falling Into Memories

Draco Malfoy wakes up not knowing who he is. The only thing he can remember is his name. Eventually another comes to him: Harry Potter. (4k)

The Scars Kept Hidden

Harry Potter struggles to find his place after the war. Draco Malfoy notices and attempts to show him he's not alone. (13k)

Fiendfyre

The fiendfyre incident from Draco Malfoy's POV. (1k)

Professors

Drarry as Hogwarts Professors. (7k)

Everything I'm Not

Draco Malfoy hates Ginny Weasley. Maybe it's just because she's with Potter, but probably not. (6k)

Six Feet Deep

If ten years of bickering with Malfoy had taught Harry anything, it's that some people wouldn't know kindness if it hit them in the fucking face. So here they were, fighting, again. But neither of them would have it any other way. (300)

JILY

Finally

James and Lily have been named Head Boy and Girl. Lily soon finds James isn't that terrible to be around after all. (6k)

NO MAJOR SHIP/ MULTIPLE SHIPS

The Marauders and Lily Evans

A look into the life of Lily Evans and her best friends: The Marauders. (700)

Life after Death

Harry Potter actually dies during the war. (2k)

Marauder Ever After

Marauder Fairytale AU. They need to work as a team to survive the enchanted woods, some even find love along the way. (Wolfstar, Jegulus, Marylily, Dorlene, Fralice, & Peter <3) (4k)

The Words You Spoke (And The Ones You Didn't)

A collection of moments from each character, sharing the things they said, and the things they didn't. (Wolfstar, Jegulus, Marylily, & Peter <3) (3k)

Fated Misunderstandings

Wrong Number Texting AU, but instead it's James and Sirius becoming best friends and introducing each other to the loves of their lives. (Jegulus and Wolfstar <3) (1k)

Pretend to Love Me

Sirius and James being Jealous over Remus and Regulus. So, naturally, they pretend to date. (1k)

The Roadtrip

The Marauders take a roadtrip. James drags Regulus, Remus, Sirius, and Peter along for the ride of their lives. (Jegulily & Wolfstar <3) (500)

The GOOD Brother

Regulus survives the cave and comes to Hogwarts to become a teacher. Things take a turn when Sirius breaks out of Azkaban. (300)

Where The Lines Blur

WTLB is a huge Marauders era Muggle University/ Coffee Shop AU. (Wolfstar, Fralice, Dorlene, Marylily, Jegulus, Rosekiller, Pandora and Xeno, and baby Neville <3) (8k so far)

The Stars in Your Name

Modern Muggle AU, the Black Brothers leave home and live in a small farm town. Sirius falls for the farmer's son, and Regulus falls for Sirius' newfound best friend. (200)

[waitingforeddyneddy]

His fans are so funny to me cause we watched them for a year and a half saying ‘he gets invited but he doesn’t go bc these things are not important to him, he would rather go to the theater. he’s an ACTOR, he’s not in it for the fame unlike the others. he’s too booked to be attending events.’ Then the wimbledon pics dropped and boom, radio silence. And now that he’s everywhere to the point of being overexposed, his fans are too happy to be fed to realize their hypocrisy. Bc the truth is that he does like fame, he does like the clout of being associated with famous people, he does want to campaign hard to win nominations. He isn’t above any of it like the rest. The only reason why he didn’t do it before is bc he didn’t think he could benefit from it. People like pretending that he was mistreated like Simone but we have heard from different people how he was the most respected on set. He was allowed to go do a play instead of promo and film multiple projects during S3 shoot not bc there was not enough for him to do but bc he had enough clout that he could go do other things that would benefit him more. Isn’t it very telling that during S2 promo, he chose to do only solo promo that would benefit him and his play when he was working with someone who wasn’t very popular and now that he’s working with famous people, he has no problem tagging along with them everywhere. This is someone who often visits his fan pages and takes pics from them so he does like the attention. I’ve always believed that the 4 times he’s mentioned Simone on insta was to make his fans happy and not for her and now that he has bigger projects, he doesn’t have to ever mention her at all again. I don’t think he mistreated Simone on set but he was absolutely in a position to help her out more on set and during promo the way Leonardo DiCaprio is using his position to hype Lily Gladstone or even how Matt is hyping him up now. But he preferred to only focus on himself and build his profile instead of working as a team. It will always rub me the wrong way how he always brought up cc when someone mentioned Simone. His fans will say he’s just supportive but he could have also mentioned nc and others then if he was just trying to be nice. The truth is that he never saw her as his leading lady, he never thought of them as a team, he was the lead and they were both his love interest. That nomination post will always bother me. The way he tagged both Simone and cc as the ducks, how he posted a bts pic of kissing cc but only a still with Simone. I’m very happy Simone doesn’t associate with him. She deserves better coworkers who will treat as an equal and will want to hype her up.

ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I COULD CRY

I'm so happy today i'm receiving so many asks by people who are so eloquent at explainign why I really, really dislike this guy and why it bothers me so much that delusional people called him and Simone besties. There's really not much to add, you said everything. He was a shitty, shitty coworker, I don't think he mistreated her on set as you said, but he never viewed her as a his leading lady. Nobody did in that production. I can't wait for June to come so Simone can be free.

Also thank you for exposing his and his fans hypocrisy

[eisforeidolon]

https://at.tumblr.com/eisforeidolon/i-dont-understand-the-reason-of-jareds-fans-to/rwjk3tut446w

The issue with people upset by the prequel is that it’s basically a wound that keeps getting picked at every time another OG Cast member joins the show and Jared is still not there. I have to be honest, I don’t like Jensen as quite as much as I did before the prequel situation, BUT I still enjoy seeing him in stuff. Honestly, I don’t see how the finale made the situation any worse. No one truly thought Jared would be in it. Sam was the reason for Dean turning up again at the end. It could have been worse. I think people are allowed to be upset about the show, but Jensen didn’t newly kick their puppies.

I get that to some it feels like a slap or a throw away line about Sam, but it would have been worse if he wasn’t mentioned at all. Jensen could have asked Jared to make a cameo and maybe he said no. I don’t really think that happened, but I can’t, and don’t want to, waste any more energy being upset by a show , or the behind the scenes of a show, when I’ll never be able to know the full true story anyway.

I think Jensen truly has made a mistake in how he handled the not-really-a prequel, and I don’t think he came off looking great from a personal or professional POV. But, he’s also gotten more visibility with The Boys and an ABC show. So, it’s not like he’s destitute now or something. I don’t think he’s in any danger of not working.

People have lost the art of seeing nuance in people and situations. It’s all black and white. Jared is a monster. Jensen is the devil. Jared is my sweet meow meow. Jensen is perfect. Most people aren’t all good or all bad, and sometimes they can do crappy things while still being a decent person at their core.

Can people just chill the F out?

I wish, but I don't expect it to happen.

I have no interest in defending the prequel generally, not least because I don't understand basically ... any ... of the decisions made in doing it. Like my reaction to nearly all of it has been, "But why, though?". So someone not liking Jensen anymore or liking him less than before over it? Eh, fair enough.

However, still going on about how Jensen is an evil backstabber trying to "erase" Sam literal years later when he sorted it out with Jared in a day is just ... something else. Including acting offended all anew because there really wasn't - IMO - an obviously better way to bring Sam into that finale without a Jared appearance he may not have wanted or been able to do for any number of reasons. As much as certain Jensen stans and hellers are trying to deny it, the underlying motivation for Dean was explicitly said to be protecting Sam. Like I see no real difference between acting like it's some pointed insult Dean went on an adventure without Sam and acting like it was some pointed insult Sam lived longer than Dean in the finale.

Likewise trying to insist all Jensen's other projects are laughable failures and he's clearly desperate for work because ... obviously nobody would choose to do more than one thing after doing the same show for 15 years! There are plenty of other actors both more and less successful than Jared and Jensen, so the obsession with continuing to pit them against each other when they clearly aren't following the same path anymore is just ... silly stan bullshit.

Yes, being the lead of a weekly show and an EP of that show and another is impressive on any network. Yes, The Boys is a buzzy streaming show and even a supporting role on ABC means new audience and networking opportunities. Sneering at either is ridiculous. Both of these guys could probably retire tomorrow if they wanted off SPN money, but lucky for us? They're still creating things for their fans to enjoy - but for stans, that's not good enough. One of them has to be crushing the other because their not!fave is an unforgivable terrible horrible no good very bad person that will get his just desserts if they just talk enough shit. 🙄

[puppywritesthings]

Six Sentence (Easter) Sunday

So remember the Luxx/Loosey fic I talked about? Here’s some of it.

But also some added context for no one who did modern high school theater in the States:

- The Jimmy Awards are the National High School Musical Theatre Awards that take place in NYC where they recognize talent from high school musicals. There are only two awards (Best Performance by an Actor and Best Performance by an Actress) and usually people who make it to the semifinals do well for themselves in their career.

“Ugh,” Loosey sighed, interrupting, “they misspelled my name. Again.” She complained as she flipped through the program. “How many times do they have to be told it’s L-O-O-S-E-Y, not Lucy like Ricardo.”

“At this point, you might as well ask them to change Betty Blast to Ariel Moore too.” Luxx teased, causing the entire dressing room to go quiet.  Whoever was left on wardrobe duty scurried past the actors and left, standing outside to overhear whatever actor drama was to come from it. “Come on, be honest with yourself.”

“Glad of you to bring this up on opening night. And we were having such a fun time as a cast, getting along so nicely.”

“You’re saying this as if it was some huge secret.” Isabelle added, “Girl, we all knew you’ve wanted a lead since freshman year and we all knew you’d throw a little hissy fit about it.”

“I’m not throwing a hissy fit!” Loosey stood up as some of her stage makeup smeared across her face. “When have I ever complained about not getting a lead?”

Luxx unlocked her phone and furiously scrolled through her messages. “I have receipts! Hold up, let me find them.”

“Receipts, mama…” Anetra echoed before immediately packing, heading out of the dressing room. “Also why are y’all still in costume?”

The question remained unanswered as Loosey took the rest of her makeup off, letting her face rest in the wipe a little longer than she thought. She groaned, wondering what evidence could possibly be against her.

“Okay, I guess we’re not getting Steak and Shake after this.”

“Fuck Steak and Shake!. This is more important.” Luxx said as Anetra just shrugged, exiting the dressing room with her bags in hand.

“I’ll text you and Jax to see if you still need rides, okay Marcia?”

Marcia didn’t have time to respond as Luxx finished her scrolling to the top of the cast group chat.

“Here it is,” she quoted, affecting an accent similar to Loosey’s, “‘I’m so happy to be a part of this cast. The only way it would have been better is if I was at callbacks with you all! Alas, Ms. Charles knows my typecast too well to be considered for an important part with, you know, more than seven lines. Someone has to be the comic relief, and that’s me. Can’t wait to not be in all the dance numbers! Hugs. Smiley face. Heart. Sparkles emoji.”

Loosey gasped, completely flabbergasted, “I was being genuine! Maybe you just don’t get my sense of humor. It’s called sarcasm, ever heard of it?”

“And then!” Luxx continued, “ ‘Interesting choice for Ariel, but I trust the vision?’ The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” 

“And look how that turned out. I trusted the vision, and the show’s going great!” 

“Right, because the success of this show entirely depended on your trust in it.”

“As I was saying before I was interrupted, it’s going great!  Everything’s fine. You’re getting all this praise. You’re gonna go straight to the Jimmy’s after opening night,” Loosey mocked.  “At this point, you’re gonna pull a Renee Rapp, go straight to Broadway, and then nobody hears from you until a movie adaptation of your big break gets made.”

The dressing room went silent once again.

“The way you’re trying to convince yourself you’re completely in the right is impressive,” Isabelle broke the silence. “And I envy you for that.”