#because like OKAY. i would just like to know if goes hollywood is a post scrappy or a pre scrappy invention

[broke-on-books]

Me trying to figure out how long it took to make Scooby Goes Hollywood for maximum emotional impact and getting nothing from Google

Do we think it took longer than three months

[caustinen]

Hollywood!AU :)

Bucky is on location filming in another country and, for one reason and another, they can't see each other for almost six weeks (which is the longest they've been apart).

How do they handle the separation and what was the reunion like? ;)

OOOOH I LOVE THIS!!! i’m gonna do a proper drabble for this too but i’ll post the headcanons now, sorry it took so long!! nsfw in the end 🥰

This would take place between them going public and getting married, the last project Bucky has before they both take a longer vacation for honeymoon (also referenced in the leaked pda video)

He films in Australia for 4 weeks and in London for 2, both pretty horrible for staying in touch because rhe time differnece is so big and they also have intense schedules in their respective time zones… And the change in time zones when Bucky moves places also make it more intense than usually, for example if Bucky would be filming just in another state it would be easier

Gale is also busy at work because he’ll take a full month of vacation in the fall after the wedding, so he can’t come visit in either place – they reason that it’s okay if they have some time apart, they’ll have the rest of their lives together after that and they’ve never been a clingy couple despite both valuing quality time over anything (and esp to Bucky also physical touch is key); maybe it’s even a welcome idea to have a breather after all the media attention after going public, it’s not a big fight or anything but it’s something different for a while

They do not expect it to be as hard as it ends up being; week or two is easy, but a month feels like forever and the last two weeks both are feeling so off-beat that they decide they will meet up in some vacation spot instead of Bucky coming home to LA because they just need some peace and quiet together for a while – the publicly is still at the peak interest too and they know there will be media after Bucky a lot too after weeks away so this seems like the best idea

They try to call as often as possible and text daily. At first it’s fine but the longer they go without the other near the more frustrating it becomes to just have the phone, like it’s amazing to be able to facetime and such but some nights Bucky would almost rather not see his beautiful boyfriend’s face at all when he can’t crawl next to him to fall asleep

Bucky would be so annoying about the whole thing, like I’m thinking non-stop whining, and Gale lets him go on and on about it as if he wasn’t feeling the same things because he knows it’s just his way of processing it.

Bucky never gives up on initiating phone sex though, which Gale also enjoys but it also makes him more nervous than John, and also during John’s evenings it’s Gale’s mid-day so it usually goes something like ”Hey honey how was filming?” ”We were filming that interigation scene for hours, it was fine, I thought about having you bounce on my cock on that table the whole time.” ”...I’m at work.” ”Yes of course dear. Anyway, could you find a quiet place and send me a voice note of your moaning my name I’m literally about to lose my mind.” ”Jesus-”

But actually it’s Gale who struggles most in the end to his great surprise, Bucky at least can lose himself in his work but Gale’s just living the usual routine but without John there (makes him realize what he means to him tho, as if he needed a reminder) – Gale’s always been hyper independent and still is, but he realizes better than ever how much more open to the world Bucky has made him and how lonely he sometimes was before him without really realizing. Watching films or going to the gym isn’t as fun without Bucky’s constant commenting.

But then again Gale has all of Bucky’s clothes to wear and his stuff that smells like him lying around, Bucky just has pictures etc.

There are some tensions in the middle of it, when it feels like the 6 weeks will never end; maybe John had a bad day at the set or Gale’s been stressed about finishing a certain project while also planning the wedding while also dodging the paparazzi while also … And they snap at each other on the phone and it’s not as easy to deal with when the only way to talk it through is on the phone again, no chance for a cathartic make-up sex or silent communication to break the ice. Bucky’s insecure since he left Gale into such a shitty situation with the public while he’s away, and Gale can’t help but feel a bit jealous as he keeps hearing about John having a great time with his co-workers and going to pubs and living a full life without him in it.

Once the time of the reunion nears, the anxiety starts to ease. they make plans to meet in Milan; Gale gets there a day sooner because Bucky’s plane is cancelled or something and Gale ends up going meeting him at the airport instead of their original plan of meeting away from the cameras in the hotel. This is the first time this is a possibility since they are public, but Gale still covers himself well – he has a facemask and huge hoodie and loose sweats he never would show up to in public otherwise (all the clothes happen to be originally Bucky’s but it’s a genuine accident, they are just the ones that felt the most comfortable)

Once Bucky comes through he runs to him and they have a cheesy airport reunion moment where they just hug in the terminal for like ten minutes, just holding the other close. Lover-boy Bucky would have tears in his eyes as he sniffs into Gale’s neck as the younger runs a calming hand up and down his back. No one pays them any mind, they go smoothly to the crowd there. Bucky bought Gale a big bouquet of red roses before boarding and he’s been clinging to them the whole flight and now he gets to press them to Buck’s back before giving them to him.

Bucky notices Gale has lost weight as they hug :( He sometimes struggles to take care of himself when he’s stressed, it’s not much but he knows his body better than his own and he immediately makes plans to check out the best restaurants in town for the whole week.

They behave themselves in the cab but the moment they get to the hotel penthouse John had reserved for them they’re on each other, absolutely wild with it; they’re adult men in a long-term relationship but the one thing phones or even intimate videos or pictures can’t replace is the actual feeling of someone’s skin underneath your fingers.

Gale moans as John throws him to the wall and they kiss so hard it’s almost painful, and Gale involuntarily laughs in relief when he finally gets a hand to his pants— Who said that I’ll get back to this later

Hope you liked, promise I’ll write a drabble when I have time 🥰 (All of Hollywood Au at the end of this post)

[two-white-butterflies]

Taco Truck x VB | O. Hightower

Description: Otto Hightower begins dating Viserys Targaryen's youngest daughter. Social media goes crazy because of the age-gap. Pairing: COO!otto hightower/actress-socialite!reader

"Is there a man in your life?" James Corden raises an eyebrow, and the entire audience erupts into laughter. "I mean - it would be weird if I didn't have a man in my life, because how would I be born?" you try to change to topic, but your friend was already suspicious.

"Okay for the record, Henry Cavill is hot?" he asked, and you laugh nervously. Otto was most definitely watching from home. "He's a respectable man, and I'm sure that he treats ladies properly, but personally I think he's too young for me." you shrug, and a sarcastic chuckle escapes the host's mouth.

"Okay," he rolled his eyes and the audience laughs again.

"Now let's move into your new movie with Cate Blanchett,"

(your name)arryn-targaryen: 💚

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gigihadid: 💚 Hightower_Gwaynie: welcome to the family 💪🏽💚 user12: the green hearts are throwing me off guard

Y/N ARRYN-TARGARYEN, WHO COULD BE HER NEW BOYFRIEND?

The socialite and actress is known for her small indie films in Hollywood, mostly gaining critical acclaim but 'flopping' in box-office. Now, her fans can't stop speculating the identity of her new boyfriend.

Well, here is what we know:

In a cryptic post in instagram, she used a green heart and her friends retaliated with posting the same color. Green is the signature color of 'House Hightower', a family that used to be prominent in Italy during the Renaissance Period. The family comes from a line of bankers that used to dominate medieval Europe.

The patriarch, Otto Hightower, has three sons: Hobert, Toto, and Gwayne.

The actress is yet to confirm the relationship with one of the three.

It was nice being in America, since no one knew about your family. They were all treating you like shit, but that was okay.

"Sometimes I walk around museums and think that these artifacts shouldn't be here," you mused, taking a lazy sip of your espresso.

Otto had the entire museum closed just so you could walk around without fear of the media. It was sweet, but it wasn't anything out of the ordinary for you - you were used to luxury.

"Buy it and give them back." he replied, holding your other hand tightly. Smiling while his cold palms were defrosted by your warm ones. He had doubts about the relationship - figured that he was too old to be your boyfriend, but you assured him.

This was what you wanted - and there was nothing wrong with it.

"I guess," you hum - walking past the Asia section.

arryn.family.updates: Y/N Arryn-Targaryen (Aemma's daughter) with Otto Hightower.

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fabyrtestar: The power she holds, if they get married her last name is literally gonna be Y/N Targaryen-Hightower antonio_fuoci2: She's so lana del rey vinyl

OTTO HIGHTOWER DENIES BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH BOSS' YOUNGEST DAUGHTER.

"She's a nice girl, but we're not [uhh] together. Honestly, when you're at this age - all you worry about is work and making work better. I mean the new Targaryen 291 Adventure Edition is a wonderful car for a family, and we've been working on it for the past decade now - to make sure that everything is fine and safe."

Y/N ARRYN-TARGARYEN DENIES BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH OLDER MAN.

"I don't think that the rumors should be taken as truth, I've spoken to Otto a few times and it's all business between us - he's my father's COO. I haven't been out actually, I was really shocked when the rumors came out. I've been so busy on my film with A24, and processing the Arryn Hotel Chain, [super] busy."

(5 years later)

(your name)arryn-targaryen: look at him. i'd die for him. i'd kill for him, but either way what bliss?

pictures for our wedding in may.

future mrs. hightower

credits to @jace_strong_photography

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RhaenyraArryn-Targaryen: Congratulations dear! leaving the nest already, even though you swore to be here til 30. 😊 - (your name)arryn-targaryen: I didn't pinky swear 🤷🏻‍♀️

benjamineur29: IT'S ALL BUSINESS BETWEEN US 😭😭 bitch u lied

[musette22]

oooh Minnie....you know those fics out here that have the characters watching the future and things like that (where they watch their own movies or read the books and react? ) I was wondering if ever Steve and Bucky were to watch their movies (maybe an avengers watch the movies type situation) and they get progressively more confused as Endgame goes on because why would Steve ever leave Bucky? Or maybe they're watching CATFA and during the bar scene Steve watches the scene and realises that Bucky might have been in love with him. And the avengers pause the movie for Steve and Bucky to have a conversation because Steve sees the look on Bucky's face when Peggy arrives.

Oh and Steve reacting to the bank vault torture scene in WS as well as the in CW ....ooh the possibilities.

I'm sorry if I didn't explain myself very well.

Hello my darling! I'm sorry it's taken me a while to reply to this lovely message, it's been a very busy few days! But aaahhh, this is such a beautiful idea, especially the second one you mentioned 🥺 I can just imagine the Avengers, post-TWS, watching the new Captain America movie that's been made about Steve's life (featuring a pair of certain very handsome Hollywood heartthrobs...). And Steve is ready to hate it, as he's hated all the other movies about him he's seen, but he finds that he actually quite enjoys it, more than he thought he would - until they get to the scene in the bar you describe, and Steve huffs out an awkward laugh and says, "Okay, I'll admit this one is pretty good so far, but come on... I don't understand why they've made it look like Buck was jealous or something. Why would they do that? That's not how it was at all, right Buck?"

But Bucky doesn't say anything, eyes remaining glued to the screen and refusing to meet Steve's gaze. The rest of the Avengers are pretending not to be watching what's unfolding between them (except for Clint, who's openly staring at them while munching on popcorn), but the room is collectively holding its breath.

"Bucky?" Steve repeats, willing Bucky to look at him. "You were just teasing, right? You weren't actually jealous." He pauses, feeling wrongfooted somehow. "Were you?"

Bucky swallows audibly, meeting Steve's eyes for a fleeting moment before looking away again. "'Course not."

"You liked Peggy," Steve insists. "You- you were happy for me. Right? Buck?"

Bucky gives a jerky nod. "Sure, Steve."

Steve feels suddenly like he's missed a step on the stairs. "Bucky, what's- I don't understand, why-?"

With a deep, heartfelt sigh, Bucky's shoulders sag, and he finally looks up - and the look on his face makes Steve’s heart go into freefall.

"Steve..." Bucky shakes his head slowly. "Of course I was happy for you. Doesn't mean I didn't also want to yell and rage at her, for coming between us the way she did. For being what you wanted, what you deserved. For taking you from me. Even if you were never really mine."

And once Steve has recovered from the shock, once his heart has started beating and he's found his voice again, he finally, finally finds the courage to admit what he's been keeping a secret for all those years - that he's loved Bucky from the moment he met him and wanted him from the minute he was old enough to know what wanting someone meant, and that if he'd only known, there wouldn't have have been any question about it: he’d have chosen Bucky over Peggy in a heartbeat, in every single way, over and over again.

And as they fall into each other's arms, teary-eyed but happier than they've ever been, the other Avengers wipe away stray tears, sneakily hand each other cash.

Aaahhh I love this, nonnie 🥹🥹 And you're right, the possibilities *are* endless!! So many other amazing scenarios to think about with this particular trope! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with us, honey! ❤️😘

[majaloveschris]

Okay, but why don't we see that huge love and happiness on his face?//Well in the valentine's pictures he showed on SM they seemed happy and even kissing, If I had to guess why he doesn't look so smiley or happy when other people take pictures of them I would say it's because all the ugly comments and the backlash he knows he's going to receive after people see the pictures, I think he's aware that Alba looks way too young next to him and it bothers him that people notices the big age gap, in previous relationship he didn't have that problem 'cause his partners were close to his age and nobody criticized him for age gaps or talked how he's a Hollywood cliché, that's why he's not able to relax and get candid pictures when the paparazzi are around, it's not that he's not in love it's that he's worried about the optics and at this point he should just own it, he chose a much younger woman to marry, so he shouldn't care about people's opinions.

The problem that I have with those pictures is that they are staged. We don't know how many pictures they've taken, and it's easy to be smiley for a picture. And most of those were taken on those occasions when we already knew they were together. To me, that kissing picture is also really weird. Not just the way they kissed, but the way he was sitting and in the position his body was in. The same goes with him wearing a cap.

I would understand what you are saying, but for example, at Disney, he shouldn't have known they were being photographed. The same goes with that video that was taken by that Twitter girl in NYC. So if the only reason he acts like that is because he knows they are being photographed, then why did he act the way he did when he wasn't supposed to know they were being photographed? He dropped her hands in New York and didn't want to hold it when she was reaching for it but rather put it into his pocket. He didn't really want her to touch his back at Disney. And he supposedly didn't know about them being filmed during these. So no, he acts like this all the time, whether he knows or does not know they are being filmed. And if he knew that they were being filmed, then yeah, those were all for PR reasons.

I get that he is nervous, but you'd assume that the love of your life's presence would decrease your anxiety, but it seems like the exact opposite happens with them.

Nobdoy forced them to do the pap walk in Central Park or get photographed on their way to Scarlett's party. Nobody asked him to upload the scare videos or to post those pictures and videos on Valentine's Day. He could've kept this relationship private just like all of his previous ones, but they need to sell a narrative.

Both of them look stiff and uncomfortable every single time they are together, and I'd be incredibly hurt if my partner was okay with our age gap behind closed doors but was ashamed of it in public. And this applies to both of them.

The only thing I think he is worried about is that people think he is like them because he is associated with them.

[napoleondidthat]

Sigh.

Heavy sigh.

I haven’t stated my thoughts on the movie trailer yet. Instead I have been watching different reaction trailers and reading articles and blurbs on it. Luckily I have not ventured into the dumpster fire that is Twitter and its reactions.

But it is frustrating. This article frustrates me. I have been studying Napoleon for (ahem 30+ years) and to say that Napoleon is too often portrayed is laughable. Why does that not feel so to the Napoleonic Community? Bill and Ted’s , Night At The Museum, doesn’t count in my book because Napoleon is basically charactured.

I am not here to argue Napoleon was a saint, he was not. I am not even interested in that debate anymore as it’s been done to death. But I am also alarmed, as a history geek and as a historian, of this movement that we should only study those who are deemed “good” by society’s whims at the given moment. From some of the reactions (or over reactions) that seems to be somewhat what I hear. Or jealousy that your favorite historical whoever has not yet had a film dedicated to them. I know, it sucks and is frustrating. Napoleon scholars can sympathize.

What is also slightly amusing to jarring is the armchair commentators who know “something” but often by their commentary show they know nothing. The video yesterday I posted of the two historians commenting, albeit in pro British ways, were talking about how they knew nothing of the Survivor’s Balls that happened after the Terror. That women would cut their hair short and wear a red ribbon around their neck. This all goes to prove I guess that even the big not so accurate Hollywood movies can have their teachable moments. The Napoleonic period of course is so wide that historians focus on different areas to study and concentrate on too. Josephine isn’t an unknown character, like these commentators seemed to be suggesting, they just haven’t picked up a biography on her or turned their eye to that part of Napoleonic history.

I will close with this last example. I was watching a reaction video to the trailer where when the Egyptian scene came on the person shook their head in disgust. Afterwards they said with all the authority that their know-how afforded them: “So let me say, Napoleon was a racist. Okay? I know that. That is why he shot at the pyramids. That is why he shot the nose off the Sphinx. It had an African face with African features and he destroyed it because he hated it. “

Sigh. Okay. I get that you want to be outraged at Napoleon for political points, but at least be outraged at things he actually did, and there are a few, than made up things you have read from questionable sources. Point one, Napoleon did not shoot at the Pyramids. He did make his way to them eventually but the Battle of the Pyramids happened miles away from the location where they stand. About three hour walk or so. The Pyramids were not shot at for target practice or because Napoleon and the French Army found them repulsive. Second, Napoleon had nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with Sphinx’s nose. Theory holds that ancient statues, ancient even in Napoleon’s time, weaken and one of the first places they start to crumble is in the nasal area. Napoleon did not shoot the nose off personally because he was a racist mofo who saw the Sphinx and it made him mad because it had Egyptian features.

These are teachable moments but it would be nice before you get riled up or get your viewers riled up, you at least had accurate history. Here is what Napoleon did do in Egypt…he brought along scholars and artists and they discovered new species (to them) and new art (to them) and discovered and little old thing called the Rosetta Stone that helped crack hyroglyphics. Did they loot? You bet. Did they take off with things? Sure did. That you can debate on, but not shooting the nose off the Sphinx.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

When you mentioned Albert posted only one of her movies - I’ve felt for a while now, since basically she got a little fame, that she’s now thinking she’s too “big” for her home country stuff.

Her showing up to the ghosted premiere (which btw why? She didn’t do anything except look like she played dress up in a thrift store) but ignoring every other single movie premiere or promo she had last year, never sat right with me.

I had my doubts about her intentions, and wanted to reserve judgment because I did feel people were projecting too much negativity on her.

But that solidified it for me. She actually has quite a few projects that released between last year and this year and she never did any work to promote or even show up to support with her costars for any of them except the one mrs Harris premiere. And it was in NYC. She didn’t go to the one in Paris which would have made more sense - but it’s felt to me for months that she goes where the bigger chance for clout is, and that’s just the kind of person she is.

For someone who hasn’t been known in this industry for very long at all, she IMO has not hustled or had to one bit. The way she treated her WN show and cast - also left a bad taste for me.

This has nothing to do with her friends or who she married. This is just my issue with her as a person.

Last year when the dating rumors really started to peak around February (right after the Vegas stuff), ppl were watching her IG movements and she had a film premiere at a Europe festival. The premiere happened and all the cast showed up to promote and work the media duties except her. She did a random zoom with CNN PT - and everyone assumed she was hiding in ATL with CE. Her background was white so there was no way to tell where she could be.

I remember thinking, if it was true and she chose to hide out in the US (stay at home? His house? Who knows) OR even just hide out in her own house in PT to play into a narrative, instead of promoting her own work, this girl legit fumbled the bag before she even got it.

It’s people like this that I don’t feel deserve the attention they get. It’s a shame because there are so many better talents and harder working, more willing to hustle, and more willing to climb the ladder - that could have been the promotion opportunities she got. It’s really a damn shame.

Okay, I really don't want to post about her, because I have no interest in giving her the attention, but you took all that time to write all that out. To me it's been very clear since last year that she no longer has any interest in doing any promo for any of her Portuguese language films, only her new English language films/projects. If you hadn't thought that before, it became very clear this week when she posted about an English language project being released next year instead of the Portuguese language film being released now. It's a very stark comparison when you look at Joana, who puts the same amount of effort into promoting all her jobs/projects, regardless of the language or where they were filmed. I suppose she's decided she's moving on to another phase of her career, which is more Hollywood/International based, but it still leaves one with a certain impression of ingratitude for all the people who gave her jobs when she was starting out.

And, no, let's not start talking about her here, please.

[lnfours]

Could you do one where y/n is Zendaya's other assistant along with Darnell and she likes Tom but she isn't really good at fashion and makeup so she feels insecure about herself. Z knows that Tom is into y/n sense that y/n is into Tom so she takes it upon herself to give y/n a makeover in which when Tom sees her after her makeover he's even more mesmerized and just tries at all costs to spend time with her and eventually ask her out...

okay i’m a sucker for tom and reader having a huge crush on each other that just goes unspoken about

send me tom asks !

being zendaya‘s best friend had its perks. like for example, she let you and darnell be her assistants because there wasn’t anyone else in the world that she trusted more than you two.

and now the two of you were sitting in her dining room in makeup chairs getting your hair and makeup done. she had asked you to be her plus one to the premiere of no way home, saying she’d make sure you’d have your whole hollywood red carpet moment.

she didn’t let you down, she never has. you were overwhelmed with all the people coming to style you for your dress and how many people it took for a fitting. it made you kind of nervous, hoping you looked your best for the red carpet pictures.

but most of all, you really wanted to impress a certain british boy who played spider-man.

zendaya sensed your nerves from where she was sitting, reaching out and grabbing your hand, “trust me, it’s gonna be so much fun!”

you gave her a small smile back as the woman who was doing your makeup began adding the few final touches, “i hope so.”

“worried about tom being there?”

it was like she could read your mind. and the two of you have been friends for so long, she might as well have the ability to do so.

“a little,” you gave her a tight lipped smile, “i know it’s seems a little silly seeking validation from him, but i just kinda wanna impress him, y’know? i wanna make him go ‘wow, what have i been missing?’.”

unbeknownst to you, tom was thrilled you were coming. he had told zendaya a while back that he thought you were pretty, which turned into him having the most gigantic crush on you. he tried to keep it as cool as possible when he was around you, which is why you were oblivious to the way he looked at you. but as always, z picked up on it and made it a mission to get her two best friends together.

“no i get it,” she shrugged, “especially when you have a crush on someone, you really want them to be like ‘you look so pretty’ and shit. i totally get you, it’s not silly.”

you sent her a smile as a thank you for the reassurance. it didn’t take long for the two of you change into your dresses after hair and making, having darnell help you both. he handed you both your clutches, taking pictures on zendayas phone for her to post on her instagram story of the two of you.

and soon enough, you were making your way onto the red carpet, arm linked with zendaya’s as you both smiled. she moved onto the next circle, letting you get some solo time in as you moved down the carpet.

you smiled at the flashing lights and cameras, not knowing that tom was smiling at you during his interview. the crowd was cheering loudly for you, making your heart swell at the fact that people knew who you were and the fact that they liked you.

you walked off the carpet, a hand gently being placed on the small of your back. you turned around, seeing tom smiling down at you. you let out a soft sigh of relief, seeing him nod towards the interviewer.

“come say hi! i’m sure then people would love to hear from you.”

you felt comfortable in his hold, letting him guide you over to camera and the woman smiling.

“and here we have tom holland and y/n y/l/n! hi guys! how’s the carpet going so far?”

tom smiled, “it was just a normal carpet until this one showed up looking like this.”

you blushed as he nodded over to you, his hands still around your waist and you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“oh, stop.” you playfully slapped his arm.

“i’m being serious! give us a spin, darling.” he grabbed your hand and lifted it up to let you spin. you let out a laugh, the interviewer cheered you on.

he looked at you in awe, lovestruck even. he had butterflies in his stomach. you and tom finished the interview, walking away with the same hand on the small of your back.

he leaned closer to your ear, “i wasn’t kidding, by the way. you look stunning tonight.”

you smiled at him, “thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

he smiled, “gotta say though, you look just as pretty with a big hoodie and sweatpants on.”

you let out a laugh, “so you just think i’m pretty?”

“well, yeah,” he smiled, “always have.”

“good to know,” you said as the two of you stepped into the theatre, “because i’ve always thought you were pretty too.”

he laughed, taking your hand as he led you to your seat, “so how about joining me at dinner tomorrow night? like a proper date.”

“i’d love to.”

[lostinthewoodsomewhere]

please do talk about your zane & jesse feelings!!! whenever I see those two in your art I'm always curious as the thought process behind it, bc there's clearly something there! Smth I'm not seeing but want to see 👀👀

Hehe, thank you for asking! This got a little long, but please, come on this journey with me!!

Okay, so I feel I should preface this with saying, as you may have guessed, my favourite Remedy character by far is Jesse, (shocking, I know), and I think a lot of the feelings I have about this are partly filtered through my own understanding and interactions with her as a character (that other people might not feel the same way about), and also my need to put her in all the situations because I just want to :)

So, on the surface level, you've the general importance in AW2 placed on Zane specifically being a Director, which already hits those good parallels, along with the fact we have no idea why Zane was so freaked out by seeing Jesse and Darling on the tv, (which was also the only time in the main game she was either seen or mentioned, which makes this moment stand out to me- and its connection to the AWE DLC). Then there’s Zane meeting Darling, which bring us into head-cannon territory, being that Zane helped Darling make the Dynamite video, which- if he wasn’t already from the AWE DLC stuff- would make him aware of Jesse.

All of which lead to me just having... feelingssssss about them (which are explicitly none-shipping feelings!)

Like, my own sort of head cannon is that this current Zane is sort of a construct, an idea of what a sleezy 60s/70s filmmaker is, which in itself may unfortunately come with a certain level of not being particularly respectful towards women, his role as the filmmaker warping his perception of her. But also, at the end of the day, Jesse is both a very attractive and very powerful person, a combination I could absolutely imagine this Zane trying to purse and exploit for his own end.

However, unlike Darling who would trust him after a compliment and a flirty smile, Jesse- an infinitely more powerful person - would definitely not, and the clash of those personalities is fascinating to me! I need Zane’s sleezy attitude, the thinly veiled threat of danger he gives off to come up against the stubborn ‘fuck you’ energy of Jesse. Threat, tension, two dangerous people at an impasse all wrapped up in Hollywood glamour, sharp suits, pretty dresses, cocktail in hand! Do you see the vision???  

And aesthetically, I just want to draw more of them being glamourous in suits together (or, at least draw Jesse wearing a full suit…), just two powerful beings being powerful, you know? But I need their power displayed as excess, extravagance, an aesthetic all caught up in the filmmakers lens, does that make sense????

(I also just really like drawing Jesse in suits, imagining her fully embracing the ‘look’ of her role as Director, giving in to the glamour of it all on some level, which is partly how I see post cannon Jesse, (Director’s suit my beloved), and partly just me projecting my love of clothes onto her honestly…)

(On a sillier note, they’re the kind of people who are enemies -because Zane is an absolute bastard, and Jesse is having none of it -, but I could also imagine it being fun to see them team-up because they had to, imagine the banter!)

I hope this explains the vision, sorry it got so long and all over the place!! I’m still trying to cement all my feelings, so there's probably stuff I'm missing, but this was super fun to put together and has solidified a lot of things!! It’s definitely half cannon, half my own interests, born from this wonderful speculation period where anything could happen, so I thoroughly expect all my feelings to be made meaningless by cannon 🙃.

Also, not to like shamelessly plug my work here, but I do have a fanfic of them meeting that kind of goes into some of these feeling… {x}

And a playlist... for the vibes… {x}

Thanks again!

[theharddeck]

except for maybe you, and your simple smile

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Julie Floyd (OC)

Synopsis: Hangman's girlfriend makes sure Jake is taken care of during Payback’s bachelor party, and the morning after, he decides to return the favor

Warnings: 18+, minors please DNI – starts out pretty fluffy, then it does devolve into smut and swearing, the usual (i.e. explicit freceiving!oral and PiV sex)

Length: 6.7k

A/N: I'm considering writing a holiday fic with Julie, so wanted to start bringing her over from ao3. if this goes well, i might cross-post their meetcute, so lmk if y'all want more! tldr Julie Floyd is Bob's older sister; they meet during TGM when they both go to the infirmary to check in on Bob and Phoenix after the training crash.

tagging: @peakyrogers @wildbornsiren @fuckyeahhangman @laracrofted (ik you’ve already seen it but still), @princessofglitterland @callsignvalley @daggerspare-standingby @almostgenerallyalways @jadore-andor @bioodforbiood @blue-aconite @winterrebel04 @gigisimsonmars and if you're not on the list but want to be, or the inverse, let me know!

read on ao3 instead

Which meant she alone bore tribute to the judges’ poor rationale on the GBBO.

Which meant she alone bore tribute to the judges’ poor rationale on the GBBO.

Which meant she alone bore tribute to the judges’ poor rationale on the GBBO.

Julie’s favorite baker had produced 46 macarons, just short of the requisite four dozen, which would be a valid criticism except she had made four dozen, but had startled into crushing two of them when another contestant dropped his kitchen aid on his foot. And now Xiomara was being voted off, because Paul Hollywood couldn’t appreciate the absolute genius that was a flight of macarons inspired by Camille Saint-Saens’ Carnival of the Animals , even if she was two short of perfection.

Julie was pulled out of her brooding by the vibrating of her phone on the bedside table. 

She checked the caller ID and sat up quickly, muting the TV as she answered the call. 

“Natasha? Everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, babe, all good,” Natasha shouted into the phone, over the clamor of a noisy bar. “Your boyfriend’s getting sloppy drunk; we found him feeding quarters into a decorative payphone, trying to call you, so here he is.”

There was a shuffling sound, and Julie relaxed back into the pillows against the headboard. Natasha sounded perfectly sober, but Julie had heard stories about how she could drink any of the guys under the table, so her friend’s voice wasn’t a tell of how far gone the others could be.

“Julia,” she heard a moment later, Jake’s voice making her smile. He was the only one who used her full name, but she’d decided years ago that she didn’t mind.

Or maybe that was just the power of a Texan accent.

“Hey, Hangman,” Julie said into the phone. “You having fun?”

“Phoenix is bullying me,” he said, and she heard him grunt as Natasha presumably swatted at him, before he turned away from her. “I think she’s a cyborg or something, Jules; she’s downing shots like they’re water.”

Julie shook her head. “Just make sure you’re drinking water, yeah? Let’s do our level best to keep the hangover at bay.”

There was a loud sigh, so close that it shorted out the microphone. “You’re so good at that,” Jake said, and he sounded cross.

“At what?” Julie asked, trying her hardest to keep her amusement out of her voice.

“Taking care of me,” Jake said, his voice somehow still put out.

“Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing?”

“S’not,” Jake said, then he sniffed. “You’re just…very good.”

He was sweet when he was sentimental, like it snuck up on him. Jake was pretty good about compliments when he was sober, but it was always affirming to hear the guileless version when he was a little tipsy.

“I hear you’re pretty good too,” Julie reassured him, thinking that Jake was probably the only person she knew who could get away with having a catch phrase in real life.

“Course I am,” Jake responded immediately, then he paused as he thought it over. “But I’m good at things, you’re just decent. Like kind and shit.”

Julie smoothed the comforter, the white down feeling soft under her fingers, rippled around where her weight crumpled it. “We’re getting you there.”

Jake hummed a little, like he disagreed but didn’t want to say it. “I like when you say we’re a we.”

Julie pushed the wrinkles back the other way on the comforter. “We are, aren’t we?”

“I know, but I like it. It’s nice,” Jake paused. “I miss you.”

Julie stopped fidgeting with the comforter, surprised by the sweet longing in his voice. “Babe, you saw me like four hours ago,” she said gently.

“What happened to my feelings being valid?” Jake asked, candor replaced by petulance. 

“They are, of course,” Julie amended quickly. 

Jake huffed. “Well I miss you.”

“I’ll see you in a couple hours more, yeah?” Julie offered. “How’s that sound?”

“Good,” he said wistfully. “That sounds good. You’re so good, Julia, I mean it.”

Julie went back to the comforter. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she told him.

“See this is what I mean!” Jake said, annoyed again. “Just take the compliment, okay? It doesn’t have to be about me too.”

Julie tipped her head. “What happened to liking ‘we’?”

“Of course I like ‘we’,” Jake said, thinking. “I love you.”

Julie smiled. “I love you, too.”

“I love you too,” Jake said, and Julie could practically see everyone around him rolling their eyes. 

“Alright, Seresin, you get back to having fun, okay?” she told him.

Jake sighed, like he was steeling himself for a daunting task.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Well, not okay, but I’ll try. The guys won’t let me play pool.”

“Bastards,” Julie said, loyally.

“It’s okay; the sticks are awful sharp, did you know? They are,” he said solemnly, and the background noise got louder as someone pulled his attention away from the phone. “Oh, hey, Fanboy. Yeah, it’s Julia. Now, wait–-”

There was a rustling sound on the other end, which Julie assumed was Mickey fighting the phone away from Jake. She waited for it to stop, and then a moment later heard the wizzo’s voice on the line.

“Julie, your boyfriend’s bringing this down,” Mickey complained. “At this rate, he’ll be tapping out in an hour.”

Julie didn’t think Mickey sounded 100% either, but she wasn’t about to say it.

“Do me a favor and keep him vertical,” she said instead, and she heard Mickey snort. 

“Anything for my second favorite Floyd,” he rejoined.

Julie shook her head, reaching over to grab the binder inside the nightstand, flipping pages till she found room service.

“Alright, I’ll take the hint and sign off,” she told Mickey. “Have a reasonable amount of fun, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mickey said. “Here’s Phoenix.”

There was a shuffling as the phone was passed back, and Julie heard Natasha’s longsuffering sigh before she put the phone up to her ear.

“All the men I love are lightweights,” Natasha said. “What are we gonna do about that?”

Julie laughed quietly. “Are they lightweights, or are you superhuman, Nat?”

“Now you sound like Jake,” she said, and Julie could hear the grin on her friend's voice. “At this rate, we’ll be home before 2am. Call you if anything changes, but don’t wait up, okay?”

“Okay,” Julie agreed. “Make good choices.”

“Don’t I always,” Natasha said, and she hung up. 

Julie put the phone back on the side table, a small smile on her face as she looked around the room. 

That group was special. Some of them went back to their first pass through Top Gun, some of them had first met when they were trained by Captain Mitchell, but their friendship was sweet to get to witness. Julie knew Robbie was disappointed to miss out on this weekend, but he was needed at Lemoore and had negotiated for the week of Reuben’s wedding off.

Julie checked the amount of time left in the episode, then the finale, then took a quick break to order room service. If she was going to watch more minor atrocities be committed for the sake of British baking, it was going to be accompanied by hotel-made creme brulee.

----

Julie hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but between the sugar of the dessert and the soothing accents on her screen, she blinked awake in the bright lights of the room. There was something else too…

A moment later, she heard it again, the beeping of the room key reader, as it declined entry. Julie rolled off the bed pulling her sweatshirt over her thumbs and padding over to the door, to check the peephole. 

It was nearly covered by brown hair and through the door, Julie could hear Jake muttering, coaching himself through opening the door. 

The reader beeped again and Julie waited until she heard weight shift away from the door before opening it slowly. 

Jake startled, hands coming out for balance as the hallway moved around him. He was weaving slightly, not enough for monumental concern, and Julie waited for him to gain his bearings and find her. 

“Julia,” he grinned broadly, relieved. “I think our door is broken.”

Julie looked down to where he was pressing his credit card against the hotel room door, the reader determinedly showing red as it waited for the room key. “We’ll call the desk in the morning, get them to come check it out.”

“I guess,” Jake frowned, doubtful, then looked back up at her. 

Julie held out a hand, opening the door further to pull him back into the room. Jake took her hand as he walked by her, but then he raised her arm over her head.

Julie let him lead her into a twirl, knowing they looked absolutely ridiculous in the hallway. She, barefoot in pajama shorts and a sweatshirt, Jake in a button down, jeans, and the cowboy boots he wore on principle when he was out of uniform. Smiling stupidly, moving gracelessly, but Jake looked pleased when she centered back on him, and so she was okay with it.

“Hey, darlin’,” he said, voice lower closer, proud of himself for the move.

“Sugar,” Julie teased, always amused when Jake’s Texan came out stronger when he was a little out of it.

She closed the door behind them, but Jake didn’t let go of her hand, pulling her back to him, their arms settling around each others’ waists. Jake was still weaving, but in context, it felt almost like dancing. Side to side between feet, stomachs and hips close together, quiet in the bright lights of the room. Julie tilted her head to rest her chin on Jake’s shoulder. He was just taller than her barefooted, and the boots helped a little, as they turned in a slow circle in the entryway.

“We should go line dancing,” Jake said, his voice rumbling through his chest. He was warm, his shoulders heavy and chest broad against her, and he felt soft, relaxed.

“In Chicago?” Julie asked, swaying along with him. 

“In Chicago,” Jake scoffed. “Absolutely not.”

“Alright,” Julie agreed, trying not to laugh, “location to be determined at a later date. Want to take your boots off?”

Jake looked down, seemingly surprised to find them still on his feet.

“Yeah, okay,” he said, and dropped his arms immediately. 

He moved over to an ottoman in the entryway, sitting widely and leaning down to pull off his boots. Julie stayed near the door, watching him. 

For all his arrogance when she’d first met him, this version of him always seemed the closest to real. Honest and bumbling, dutifully following instructions, twirling her because he could, dancing because he wanted to. With his thighs spread and hands tugging at the leather, Julie thought she could see him a century ago, coming home to a ranch in Wyoming, after a cattle drive. 

Of course, in that image, she’d have an apron instead of pajama shorts, and a kitchen instead of a nursing degree.

Jake lined his boots up carefully and looked back up at her.

“I smell like a bar,” he announced.

Julie pressed her lips together. “That does track, yes.”

“I’m gonna shower,” he said, nodding determinedly.

“Sounds good,” Julie said. She needed to get ready for bed anyway, so she could keep an eye on him.

“Don’t fall asleep without me, okay?”

Julie looked back at him at his simple request, worry clear on his face. 

He was drunk enough that she hadn’t planned on leaving him unattended near a running tap, or pushing for anything other than sleep. But the sweetness in his ask settled over her, and she smiled softly. 

She crossed over to him, cupping the side of his face with her hand. When he was on duty, Jake kept himself clean-shaven, but on weekends like this, or ends of weekends like this, he was a bit of a scratchy scruff going, and it was rough against her palm. One of Jake’s hands circled her wrist and he turned his head to press against the inside of it, waiting for her answer. 

“Take a shower, Dallas,” she told him. “I’ll wait for you.”

He smiled, a simple thing that turned the corners of his mouth up slightly and he nodded. He pushed himself to his feet, weaving slightly before he regained his balance and started towards the bathroom. 

Julie stopped by his suitcase to grab pajama pants and a Longhorns tshirt before following him. Her toiletries were already on the counter and she left Jake’s clothes on the commode. She brushed her teeth, keeping an eye on her boyfriend through the frosted glass of the shower doors, then washed her face. By the time she’d made it to the serum portion of her skincare routine, Jake was simply standing under the shower spray, water running over his body, his rote actions completed.

“How we doing in there?” she asked, and Jake jumped.

“Uh, good,” he said, rolling his shoulders. “Good. Almost done.”

“Take your time,” Julie said reassuringly, leaning back against the countertop as she worked the serum in with a jade roller.

A couple minutes later, the tap turned off, and as Jake pulled the towel off the top of the shower door into the stall with him, Julie let herself out of the bathroom to give him some privacy. She kept the door cracked, of course, so she could hear if anything happened, but moved the creme brulee dishes and tray from the bedside table, clearing the area. 

Jake was humming Jingle Bells as he brushed his teeth, a habit he normally kept inaudible, to get him to two minutes. Julie flipped off the overhead lights, leaving on the headboard light on Jake’s side as she turned down the covers. As she slipped under the comforter, she heard Jake opt up for the final “one horse open sleighhhh”. 

A minute later, Jake stood silhouette in the bathroom light, pausing as he looked into the room. His hair was obviously towel dried, sticking straight up at the crown of his head, none of his normal styling methods implemented. It was an endearing effect, especially combined with the rumpled pajamas. 

“Come over,” Julie said, flipping the edge of the comforter open. Thankfully, her nap earlier hadn’t been deep enough that she now didn’t want to sleep, but she was sure Jake was more tired than he was aware.

Jake flipped off the light and ambled over to the bed, dropping heavily into it.

“No, you come over,” he mumbled, holding open an arm. 

Julie smiled to herself, rolling over towards him. “You’re not gonna get that light are you?” she asked. 

“What light?” 

When she looked up at him, Jake’s brow was wrinkled in confusion, and his eyes were very much closed. Julie lifted herself over him, flipping off the light before tucking herself back into his side.

“There ya go,” Jake said, sounding very pleased with himself for someone who didn’t do anything.

“There you go,” Julie repeated into his chest. Jake’s tshirt was a little damp from the humidity in the bathroom, but she could feel the warmth of him through it, and, relaxed like this, he felt so comfortable.

“Thanks for fixing the broken door,” Jake mumbled, craning his neck to press a kiss to the top of her forehead.

“Of course,” Julie whispered back. “Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah,” Jake said, breaking off in a yawn. “Drank water too, like you said.” 

Julie patted his chest consolingly. “Well done, babe.”

“Thank you,” Jake yawned again. “Night, darlin’.”

Julie smiled in the darkness, knowing he couldn’t see. “Goodnight, sugar.”

Her eyes drifted shut as she heard Jake’s breathing even out, the steadiness of his heartbeat like a simple lullaby as sleep washed over them both.

-----

Sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting the room in a gentle warm light, and Julie blinked awake. She lay still for a moment, following the narrow beam of light from between where the two curtains almost met, a ray of sunlight across the bottom of the bed. She could feel Jake’s breath against her neck, uneven enough for her to know he was awake before she turned around to face him. 

He let go of her as she rolled over, but his hand returned to her waist when she settled. His thumb stroked lightly underneath the hem of her sweatshirt, brushing a little half moon over her skin. Julie settled onto the pillow, their noses just a breath apart, and she couldn’t help but smile at him. 

His green eyes were bright in the morning light, his mussed hair stuck up in an unkempt pattern, and Julie reached up to smooth it down. Jake’s eyes fluttered slightly when her nails met his scalp, and she ran her fingers through his hair to settle it, 

“Hey,” Julie whispered.

“Hey,” Jake said back, his voice scratchy, and Julie smiled at the rough texture of it. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” Julie ran her hand down the back of his head, curling around the back of his neck. “I think we need to get better sheets for the apartment.”

Jake smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I knew splurging on the hotel was gonna cost me more than the weekend.”

“You and me both,” Julie sighed, stretching a little. “What about you–-did you sleep okay? How’re you feeling?”

Jake hummed. “Someone reminded me halfway through the night that I should be drinking water. Saved me a hell of a hangover, I think.”

Julie scratched lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck. “She sounds like a genius.”

“Definitely that,” Jake agreed. “She also waited up to make sure I got in okay, and that I didn’t drown myself in the shower.”

“She should probably be nominated for sainthood,” Julie prompted, but then she couldn't keep up the charade. “I have a confession.”

“That’s thematic,” Jake said.

“I didn’t wait up for you, not at first. I fell asleep watching Great British Bakeoff, and woke up when the door kept beeping because you were trying to open it with your credit card instead of the room key”

Jake laughed, and Julie lifted herself off his chest to look at him. 

God, he was handsome. 

Such a classic, silly, word, but it fit him. Fit his charm and his ease, his straight teeth and stubborn chin, and how he’d just woken up and his hair was barely finger-combed, but he still looked like something gorgeous.  

He calmed down, face pressed into the pillow across from her, and under her sweatshirt, his fingers stilled. 

“Ah, Julia,” he said, his voice somehow still scratchy. “You can’t look at me like that.”

Julie rolled her eyes, pulling her hand away from his hair to press it over her eyes. “Take it up with your pretty face; it’s not my fault.”

She heard him laugh again, quieter this time, and then he pulled her hand away from her face. He didn’t let go of her wrist, circled by his fingers, and the hand on her waist pushed further under her sweatshirt, spreading over the skin there. 

“Either way,” Jake said quietly, his eyes intent. “Thank you.”

Julie licked her lips. “For what?”

Jake’s eyes crinkled, but his mouth barely moved into a smile. “You answered when Phoenix called, and we yelled at you like lunatics in the middle of Clark Street. You got out of bed to let me in, and waited up after that, to make sure I was okay.”

Julie sighed, wishing Jake understood those weren’t monumental acts of kindness, as much as they were things people did when they cared. And he knew she cared, but he seemed to forget how much. 

“That’s my job, honey,” Julie said softly.

Jake was still for a moment, and the lines around his eyes deepened before he leaned across the pillow to kiss her. Julie smiled at the first brush of his lips over hers, soft and careful, just quick appreciation. After a moment, he went to pull back, but Julie followed him. Jake’s hand tightened on her waist as her body pressed against his, and he kissed her slow and deep, until the world felt like maple syrup around them.

“Always taking care of me,” Jake murmured against her skin. His stubble scraped against her face as he nudged her chin up with his nose, tipping Julie’s head back. She swallowed heavily as he kissed her neck, a slow press of lips and a tease from his tongue before he moved on to a new spot. “I think it’s my turn now.”

“Tor what?” Julie asked, her voice sounding breathless, which Jake seemed to appreciate. He blew out a slow breath, cool air over a spot he’d just licked, and Julie shivered.

“To take care of you,” Jake said against her skin. His lips closed over her and Julie bit back a whine as she felt the pressure of his mouth and the carefulness of his words at her core.

“I told you it’s not like that,” Julie managed to say, carding her hands through his hair. When she pulled lightly, he sucked a little harder and Julie gasped.

Her hand fell from his hair to his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. She wanted his weight, more pressure, more of him, and when he let her lead him, she felt his chuckle through his chest. Jake shifted, obliging, his strong thighs on either side of hers, and the hand at her waistband moved over her stomach and down. 

“I know,” Jake said soothingly, his fingers skimming across her hip bone, over her underwear. “But I want to anyway. Will you let me?”

Julie looked up at him, his broad shoulders and his tan skin, bright eyes and morning hair, and shook her head. 

“Why’d you have to bring reciprocity into it?” she asked.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “So you’re saying you don’t want me to…” he trailed off as his fingers dipped below the hem of her Calvin Kleins. His hand brushed over smooth skin and dense hair before his broad palm settled warmly over her core. His thumb rubbed lightly over the inside of her thigh, but his palm settled, cupping her.  

Julie’s hips canted up of their own volition, wanting more pressure, more friction. Jake didn’t move though, just stayed, waited, eyes laughing, as Julie willed her body to still. 

“Need something, darlin’?” Jake teased.

Julie scowled at him. “Why do you have to be so smug about it?”

Jake shrugged lightly, his thumb continuing its maddening pattern inside her thigh. “Why do you have to be so principled about it?”

He rolled his hips slightly, pushing his hand more firmly against her, but still not moving beyond giving her more of his weight.

“Come on, Julia,” Jake whispered. He braced himself on his elbow before leaning down to kiss her, pulling away almost as soon as she rose to meet him. He kissed her jaw, her neck, and she felt his lips curl into a smile over his teeth as he pulled back again. Julie realized she was grinding up against the hand he was insisting on keeping still, and she pulled at his hair to bring him back to her mouth.

Jake inhaled sharply as he kissed her, his lips soft and hungry and Julie loved that she could feel his chest expanding with his breath as he moved over her. He pushed his torso off of her, their noses touching, their lips a breath away, and Jake’s eyes were dark as they traced over her face. His hand lifted, his thumb moving up to brush over her clit, and Julie jolted at the contact.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Jake murmured. He moved his thumb again, and Julie shuddered as he circled over her. 

“Jake-–” she started, breaking off as he pulled back.     

“Please,” he said, determinedly, and his middle finger traced along her slit. Julie gasped as he dragged his finger through the wetness there, and Jake groaned quietly. “Let me taste you here, Jules.”

How the hell was she supposed to say no to that?  

Julie nodded mutely, rewarded by the nearly canine smile that Jake’s mouth curled into. 

“Thank you, baby,” Jake breathed, leaning down to kiss her again before pushing himself off of her. He settled back on his thighs, kneeling around hers, and his hands smoothed down her sides before grabbing the waistband of her shorts and underwear. 

“Lift,” he commanded quietly, and Julie lifted her hips off the bed so he could pull them off of her. “Good girl.”

Julie pressed her lips together, not even pretending that his praise didn’t affect her. They both knew it did, he loved that it did, and so it worked out pretty great all around.

Jake pressed her back to the bed with a hand over her stomach, fingers splayed and pressure steady. With his other hand, he reached for one of her knees, guiding it down towards the mattress, and Julie’s legs opened. Jake made a sound low in his throat, looking down at the apex of her thighs, and his hand on her stomach drifted down over her thigh to the same spot just above her knee.

“So pretty,” he said quietly, almost to himself, and Julie blushed. It wasn’t like she was bashful at this point in their relationship, but his frank appreciation still felt like it set her skin aflame. Jake slid off the end of the bed, his grip on her legs turning so he could grasp the back of her knees, and he pulled her sharply to the edge of the bed. He knelt then, his face so close to the core of her, and when he blew out a shaky breath, Julie felt it against her.

“Jake, please-–”

“No, baby,” Jake said, his voice quiet and steady. He pressed a slow kiss to one of her thighs, then the other, ignoring the place where she was aching for him. His mouth was soft and warm, his jaw scratchy from his beard, and he rubbed his chin against her thighs like he was getting comfortable. “You almost didn’t let me down here, and now you want to tell me how it goes? I don’t think that’s how it works.”

He was so close, she could practically feel his words against her skin, but he still didn’t touch her, the sweetest torture. Julie’s hips rose and Jake’s grip on her thighs tightened slightly, pressing her deeper into the mattress. 

“Say please, angel,” he said quietly, and Julie felt his words past her skin, in her blood, her breath catching.

“Please, Jake,” she breathed, and he made a sound in the back of his throat, like a purr. 

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, and then he leaned into her. 

God, his tongue. 

Julie’s head fell back as he licked up her center, tongue flat and broad as he spread her with it. He made that low sound again, like approval and hunger, and he licked her. Slow like he wasn’t in a hurry, like he wanted to savor her, like he knew it would drive her crazy. He pulled back, teasing her with light kisses and Julie’s back bowed away from the bed when his tongue found her clit. He sunk into her, and she parted for him, succumbed, accepted and wanted and needed him. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jake whispered against her skin, and Julie looked down at him when he pulled back. He brushed his thumb across his lower lip, “You taste damn good.”

He lowered that hand to her, teasing her opening, and Julie’s eyes fluttered touch at the lightness of that touch. As his mouth returned to her clit, his finger traced through her folds, soothing and searching. 

“Jake,” Julie moaned as his mouth laved over her, “you feel so good, please, I need–-”

She broke off as he pressed his finger into her, sitting back on his heels to look at her. His eyes were dark and he lifted his chin, panting, watching her. Julie could see his chest rising as he steadied his breathing, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and, fuck, taste her while he looked down at her. 

“I know,” Jake said, voice low. “I always know, don’t I?”

“Yes,” Julie whispered, and it was true. He eased another finger into her, slow and steady, stretching her gently. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Jake said, his accent thickening as he looked over her. “Open up for me.”

Julie shuddered when he moved his wrist, curling his fingers inside her. The stretch of him felt heavenly, grounding, and when his mouth returned to her clit, Julie whimpered. 

Jake worshipped her with his mouth, worked her with his fingers, and she heard his breathing grow ragged again as he pleasured her. Pressure built in her core, low and pulsing, driven by the stroke of his fingers and the pull of his tongue and Julie felt her thighs start to tremble.

Jake pulled back, chest heaving, his breath warm against her. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, it’s so pretty,” he murmured, his fingers pressing deeper into her and wringing a cry out of Julie. “That’s it, angel, look how well you’re taking me.”

Julie’s hips stuttered at his words, arching up into his hand as he worked her. No matter how far gone she was, Jake could always push her farther with his words, running over her like a caress, like velvet. His fingers brushed against a deep part of her and Julie’s back bowed off the bed as she cried out.

“Shit, Jake,” she moaned, reaching blindly for him. Her hand found his shoulder, and she traced up the curve of his neck, burying her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Jake groaned when she pulled, and she felt the mattress shift as his hips jerked forward, unintentional. The motion sent a jolt of clarity through Julie’s pleasure-addled brain and she opened her eyes, looking down at the man on his knees between her legs. 

“Babe,” she whispered, and Jake hummed, looking up at her. The vibration rocked through Julie, almost as devastating as his eyes, glittering and hungry, while his mouth was buried in her. 

“What do you need, sweetheart?” he rumbled against her, and Julie’s thighs clenched at the gravel in his tone. She bit her lip, fighting off the rising waves, holding on to him. 

It was good, so fucking good, but she wanted more, needed him closer, needed him with her.

“I want you to come with me, babe,” she said. 

Jake grunted, but he didn’t move from between her legs, his tongue tracing over her, sucking hard enough to make Julie’s eyes snap shut as she shuddered.

“Jake,” she moaned, “I want it with you, I want to feel you–-”

Jake increased the pressure of his fingers, thrusting into her and cutting off her words. And Julie knew what he was doing, wanted to see her finish first, the stubborn man, and she’d be more upset about it if it didn’t feel like the best fucking thing.  

Unfortunately for him, she was pretty stubborn, too. 

She untangled her hand from his hair, reaching down to wrap around his wrist. His hand stilled and he looked up at her through the hair falling in his face; though her body was screaming in frustration, Julie’s heart warmed when his sweet eyes met hers. 

“I need you, Jake,” she whispered, a different tactic. “So fucking bad, please.”

Jake shuddered, his shoulders tensing at her words and his hips jutted forward towards the bed. 

“Jules, I want you to–-”

The distance he needed to speak was enough for Julie to wiggle out of his grip. She slid back, quickly, up the bed, reaching into the nightstand for a condom and tossing it back down the bed.

“And what I want,” she rolled over onto her stomach, heard Jake groan as she pushed back from the headboard, “is to come on your cock.”

“Jesus, Jules,” Jake muttered, a million things on his voice. She heard the foil tearing and Julie rocked back on her hips, aching, empty.

“Ah, sweetheart, I can see you from here,” Jake groaned. “Dripping for me, aren’t you?” 

Julie looked over her shoulder, intending to say something provocative, but her words failed at the sight of him. In the time she’d been at the front of the bed, Jake had peeled off his tshirt and stepped out of his pajama pants. His legs were spread, strong thighs flexing as he rolled the condom over his length. He grunted when he reached the base, his hand pumping over himself once more, thick and hard.

Julie’s mouth actually watered.

“Come on, Lieutenant,” she breathed, swaying her hips. “Let’s have it.”

Jake licked his lips, fisting his cock once more, but he didn’t crawl up the bed. Instead, he walked around the side of it, step slow and cock hanging heavy. When he got up to the headboard, he reached across the bed, hand tracing down the side of Julie’s face before fisting the hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled and she turned to him as his mouth sought hers like he was starving. She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue, whimpered as he thrust into her mouth. Her body hummed, still desperate from the denied high, and she moaned in relief when she felt Jake shifting to climb onto the bed.

His body was warm, taut with tension, and he let go of his grip on her hair to reach under her sweatshirt to palm her breasts. Julie gasped when his fingers found her nipples, smoothing over her as he groped her, graceless, perfect. They were past finesse, hungry for as much skin as possible, and she pressed backwards into him. Jake released her to pull off her sweatshirt, and guided her back down to the bed with a hand pressed to the small of her back. His body came down on top of her, delicious weight that made Julie want to combust, purr, dissolve into the bedding or into him. She moaned when she felt the outline of his dick against her thighs, and Jake smoothed her hair away from the side of her neck so he could suck on the skin there. 

“You ready for me, angel?” he whispered into her neck and Julie whimpered, nodding quickly. 

She needed him, could feel how desperately empty she was without him, and when he pressed his head against her center, Julie thought she might sob in relief. 

He eased his cock into her. 

It was impossibly slow, deep and inescapable, and Julie’s mouth hung open as Jake kept pushing. Refusing a rhythm, or friction beyond entrance, stretching and filling her and Julie didn’t realize he thighs were shaking until Jake pushed himself onto his elbows, reaching down with a wide hand to smooth over her legs, whispering as he pushed in. 

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he kissed her hair, the back of her neck, her shoulder. “Look at you, taking all of me, like this.”

“Jake,” Julie whispered, almost sobbed, heat coiling through her body. He was everywhere, over and around and in her, steady and strong and so fucking big and rocking home.

“I'm right here, sweetheart,” he whispered, jaw clenched tight as he waited for her body to adjust to him. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby, you feel perfect.”

Julie reveled in his touch, in his words, warm and dirty and perfect. She wanted more. She shifted her hips and Jake cursed as she moved, before his hands snaked down to grip her waist. He rolled his hips and he pressed deeper into her, pulling back before stroking into her, and pleasure threaded through both of them. Jake’s breath strained as he fucked into her, pulling her hips into him and driving impossibly deep.

He groaned her name, and Julie’s core clenched; this was what she’d wanted what she’d chased. Needed him this close, wanting her this bad, driving into her. She felt unmoored, starved, her fingers digging into the comforter as she pushed back to meet him, hips moving to the rhythm he set.

“Baby,” Jake choked, “you can’t...you feel...wait--” 

He reached down for her hair again, pulling, and Julie pushed herself off the bed. He lifted her against his chest, sitting back on his thighs, thrusting up into her as he reached between her legs.

Julie cried when he brushed over her clit, his forearm banding across her chest, forging their bodies together like he was just as desperate for this closeness. He rutted up into her, rubbing and pressing and as Julie felt herself going boneless, Jake growled.

“So that’s what you needed, angel, huh?” he ground into her, holding her at the highest point, breath hot against her shoulder, “to get this cock so deep your body forgets how to do anything but take it?”

Julie writhed in his lap, his words and his body driving her higher and the room swam. She was melting, tightening, desire pulsing through her and he kept on. 

“Fuck,” Julie cried, her head falling back over his shoulder. “Jake, babe, please, I’m so close…” 

“I know, sweetheart,” Jake ground, kissing her neck. His tongue laved over her skin as he rocked the bed with his thrusts. “Give it to me, come on now.”

Julie moaned and Jake bit down lightly at her pulse point and she shattered. Her vision blurred as she shivered, trembling at the force of pleasure he wrung out of her. She felt tears leaking from the corners of her eyes from the force of it, beautiful and relentless and the hot pulses of it wracked her as she lay back on Jake’s chest.

“That’s it,” Jake breathed. “It’s so good, you’re so good, fuck, baby-–”

Jake’s thrusts sped up, his thighs slapping against hers as he chased his own release. He pumped into her frantically, still working a finger over her to coax her through her orgasm and Julie felt him jerk when she whimpered his name. He came with a shout as he thrust into her, choking on his breath and Julie felt him pulsing as he came hard. Her core was throbbing, aching and satisfied but she curled her hips, milking him, and Jake moaned as she pulled out his orgasm. His chest heaved under her, and they stayed locked together, trembling, working out their pleasure in each others’ bodies. 

Julie came out of it first, slowly becoming aware of Jake’s hands smoothing over her thighs and around to the curve of her ass, soothing himself and her. She rolled her head off his shoulder, craning around to kiss his cheek. 

“Well done, Dallas,” she whispered, and he chuckled warmly, nestling into the curve of her neck. 

“Have I told you lately how perfect you are?” he mumbled into her neck.

Julie smiled softly; it did feel pretty perfect. “Not today,” she told him. “But I forgive you.”

Jake snorted, leaning back so they could stretch across the bed. Julie rolled over to face him fully, and Jake fixed her hair so she wasn’t lying on it, and then sighed as he relaxed into a pillow.

“Julia Floyd,” he said somberly, eyes closed and lips curled up into the most endearing smile. “You’re fucking perfect.”   

Julie leaned across the pillow to kiss him. He caught his breath and she felt his thumb graze over her cheekbone before she pulled back. 

Jake grinned, a smile like sunlight as his eyes crinkled. His hand curled up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, and he sighed, something deep and happy, a sound Julie wished she could always hear with him.

“Love you,” she whispered.

Jake smiled. “Love you more,” he said back. 

It was a perpetual disagreement, but when he pushed out of bed to fetch her a warm washcloth and order room service of espresso and chocolate croissants, Julie found herself hoping that that was a disagreement they’d have for decades to come.

[pragmatic-optimist]

Sonia, I'm roping you in with an ask even though you're not always here (miss u, love u) 💜 we know you are the romcom QUEEN - give us your top 5 favourite romcoms!

Hi friend, thanks for this totally not difficult-at-all question. Lol.

Okay, as you know, I can’t ever answer anything succinctly. I am going to take this opportunity to plug this nonfiction book I’m listening to on audio, titled “From Hollywood with Love: The Rise and Fall (and Rise Again) of the Romantic Comedy.” –highly recommend it to anyone who is a rom-com nerd like me.

The book asks the following question to determine what can be considered a romantic comedy:

“If you removed the love story from this movie, would you still have a movie? If the answer is no, it’s a romantic comedy.”

With this question in mind, here is my list (not in ranking order, I’m just listing them as they come to me.) Also, yes, this means I can’t list the 2000 gem that was Miss Congeniality. That is my #1 favorite Sandy movie. Not to worry, though, Sandy B. still makes the list.

Here we go:

Serendipity: The trope. NYC as a character. The cast—John Cusack, Kate Beckinsale, John Corbett, Molly Shannon, and the illustrious Eugene Levy who stole all of his scenes as the Bloomingdale’s employee making John Cusack’s life miserable lol. It’s just so good. It’s peak rom-com in the early 2000s. Those of you old enough to appreciate that era of rom-coms will know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s one of my all-time favs. 👏🏽

Two Weeks Notice: Sandy B. Listen, I had to work hard not to make every movie on this list a Sandra Bullock-starring film. I feel like choosing your favorite rom-com actress from the 90s/2000s is a little like choosing your boyband team from that same era. I am Team Sandy B. all the way. (No disrespect to Julia and Meg, and so many others who also made movies I loved.) I love Sandra in this movie opposite Hugh Grant, she’s so smart and so funny. The premise of this movie is actually one I still hold out hope for seeing written as firstprince fanfic someday. Sandra is an environmental lawyer who goes to work for a billionaire’s company in order to save a community center that is very dear to her. There are aspects of that plot that I think Alex and Henry would fit into, and aspects to tweak because I don't think Henry would be quite as arrogant or bumbling as Hugh's character. I could talk about this at length lol.

Definitely, Maybe: Again – the cast. Ryan Reynolds. Isla Fisher. Rachel Weisz. Abigail Breslin. The trope/premise?? So good. I love how it jumps through time and shows us how second chances present themselves in our lives. It’s just a really lovely film and probably my favorite Ryan as a rom-com leading man, though The Proposal is a close second.

Hitch: This movie had me in tears, both from laughter and emotions. Also, the scene where Will Smith is teaching Kevin James’ character how to dance. Iconic. "I'm making the pizza!" “Don’t need no pizza, they got food there!” 😂

My Big Fat Greek Wedding: Windex. Nia Vardalos and John Corbett, watching their characters meet and fall in love. Just so damn dreamy. 😍 I also really love how this movie portrays that when you choose a partner, you’re also choosing their family. 💖

Set It Up: I know this is six lol. But I had to add in a movie post-2010. I love this one so much. I know a movie has become part of my personality when I start adopting the dialogue into my everyday vernacular lol. “I overdicked” is said A LOT. 😂 Also GLEN POWELL. 😏

Thanks for the nice ask! 💕

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

In the face of Hollywood: Missed Calls

Nav!

Levi Ackerman x Singer/Actress Fem! Reader

Tags: @daoreogirl @lalnasstuff @nanaosaki3940 @lillearchv @shayewrites @sammyiguess

" He called you?" Hange asked as Y/n and her sat in the living room. Hange had invited Y/n over since she was back in LA.

" Yeah. Last night. It was like two in the morning for me. He seemed upset, I'm not really sure." Y/n said, before Hange's eyes widened.

" What did he say?" Hange asked, before Y/n sighed and lifted her glass to her lips to take a sip. The wine Hange had poured was specifically to soften Y/n up, considering it was her favorite.

" He asked if we could meet, to talk about what happened. He also said he loved me, at the end of the call." Y/n said, looking down. Hange frowned, knowing that Y/n felt bad.

" What did you say? Do you still love him? Did you tell Fushiguro?" Hange asked, before Y/n shook her head.

" I told him I loved him too. I do. I do still love him Hange." Y/n said, and Hange stood shocked. " But Megumi doesn't know. I don't know if I can tell him." She said, before taking another sip of her drink.

" So what are you gonna do? Are you gonna see him?" Hange asked, before Y/n nodded, finishing her drink.

" I am. I feel like he still carried the, negativity of it with him. I just want us to be on better terms." Y/n said, before Hange grabbed the wine bottle to pour Y/n another glass.

" Well, I hope the conversation goes well. Are you seeing him today?" Hange asked, before Y/n nodded, taking another sip.

" Yeah, I am. That's why I stopped here first. I saw Megumi earlier and I guess he thought something was wrong. Apparently from what Nobara told me Megumi thinks I'm lying to him." Y/n said to Hange, before Hange shook her head, taking a sip from her glass.

" about what?"

" I'm not sure, he didn't tell Nobara. Whatever it is I wished he would just talk to me."

" Maybe he's just paranoid, you never know how his last relationship went."

" Hange his ex girlfriend slept with his dad. If I was him I'd be paranoid too." Y/n said.

" WHAT?! HIS EX SLEPT WITH TOJI?!" Hange asked, before Y/n nodded and sipped her drink.

" Yeah, she did. Then she got pregnant. Toji payed her to get rid of it. Megumi was, pissed." Y/n explained, before Hange went wide eyed.

" Oh wow. Yeah he has a right to be. Maybe talk to him later today, situate it." Hange said, Y/n nodded. Just then, her phone buzzed, as she checked to see who had sent her a message.

" It's Levi." Y/n said, tapping away at her phone.

Levi: Hey, are we still meeting today?

" What did he say?" Hange asked, before leaning over to look at Y/n's screen as she typed.

Y/n: Yeah, I can go to you if you want. Or you can pick me up, I'm meeting up with Hange first and then we can meet up and talk.

" Smooth smooth." Hange said, before Y/n laughed.

" Thanks Hange." Y/n said, before her phone buzzed again. This time Y/n read it out loud.

" From Levi, okay I'll pick you up, and tell four eyes I'll beat the shit out of them if they tell anyone I picked you up." Y/n read, before Hange smiled.

" I won't tell a soul." Hange said, before Y/n smiled. Her phone buzzed again.

Levi: I'm on my way

Y/n: Okay, text me when your outside. You can pick where we go.

Levi: Okay

" Are you nervous? Because I'm nervous." Hange said as Y/n stood up pacing.

" what if the paparazzi see's us? Then Megumi finds out. Then I get in trouble with management. Then-"

" Y/n calm down. I'll go out first and see if paparazzi is outside. If anything, I'll tell Levi to take you from around back." Hange said, before grinning. " Plus, Levi has tinted windows~ if you know what I mean." Hange winked, before taking the empty glasses to the kitchen.

" Hange please don't make me think that." Y/n said as she sat down on the couch. 'It wouldnt be the first time.' Y/n thought, before shaking her head. Y/n sat as she began going through her social media, before seeing a post from Gojo. It was a picture of Megumi and Nobara and Gojo all with cups of boba. She liked the picture before scrolling past it again. Then, her phone buzzed, seeing Levi's notification come up.

Levi: I'm here. There's paparazzi outside so I'm out back.

" Hange he's here!" Y/n said, before grabbing her things together.

" Oh! This is exciting!" Hange said, before she dried her hands off.

" He's out back." Y/n said, before Hange nodded.

" Let's get you downstairs!" Hange said, practically dragging Y/n out of her apartment.

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" Hey Levi!" Hange said before Levi rolled his eyes. He was in the garage of Hange's complex, waiting for Y/n.

" Shut it four eyes. I need to steal her from you." Levi said, before nodding towards Y/n. Y/n smiled and nodded to him, happy to see he seemed a lot better since yesterday.

" Of course! Take her off my hands please. I'll leave you two be, remember Y/n, his windows are tinted~" Hange said, before Y/n rolled her eyes.

" Sorry, she's been making that joke since she found out you were on your way." Y/n said, as Levi walked her over to the passenger side of the car.

" It's fine, when isn't she making jokes." Levi said, opening the door for Y/n. She said thank you before getting in as Levi shut the door for her.

'Huh, his windows are tinted, and darker than last time too.' Y/n thought to herself, before Levi had gotten in.

" So where are going?" Y/n asked as Levi exited the complex, paparazzi swarming the main entrance of the building. Thankfully they seemed to be preoccupied with whoever they were taking pictures of, so getting by them was a breeze.

" You'll find out. It's a surprise." Levi said, before turning the radio on.

" If your not gonna tell me at least give me the aux." Y/n said, before connecting her phone to the car, finding music to put on. " Have anything specific you wanna listen too?" Y/n asked, before Levi nodded.

" Anything from you." Levi said, his eyes never leaving the road. Y/n felt her face heat up slightly, before nodding.

This was going to be quite an outing.

[destinyc1020]

This reddit comment (a link under the article you posted that goes to a conversation if Timmy is a movie star).

He is right not just about him but the industry nowadays.

ControlPrinciple•hace 4 m

The next Leo? Where’s the trajectory alignment that is parallel to Leo? I don’t see it. You can say he’s a movie star without being hyperbolic. There will never be a movie star in the caliber of the ones that rose to prominence in the 80s, 90s and early 00s because IPs/franchises are the draw and the actor that gets the job can be the “star” to move it along. DiCaprio could’ve made “Beautiful Boy” a box office hit at Timothee’s age. There’s a reason his face and star power doesn’t drive people to theaters when he’s just in a regular movie. And that’s okay, because it’s a new business model today. But these comparisons are ludicrous.

That’s great, but how does that disprove my point? I never said he wasn’t a movie star, but context is important. He is still heavily IP dependent. While not movie stars, Sydney Sweeney and Glen Powell just took a romcom to $200 million WW. Why can’t Timothee do that in a non-franchise or non-existing IP film, if he’s on the kind of movie star people are setting him up to be? It takes more than just leading movies that were going to make money anyway. He remains untested. You can call certain films “indie” and “small” as if they weren’t supposed to make money, but when you look up the facts, they were still disappointments and financially crippling to studios, regardless of how good they are. Movie stars make marquee hits. That means your name and face can make a movie a hit. Is Zoe Saldana a movie star because of all her Marvel and Avatar success? Outside of those IPs, can she open an original film to profit? You’re confusing talent with the ability to put buts in seats because you’re the main attraction. Dune also has, you know, Emmy and Oscar winning actors attached to it. Are we going to pretend that without Timothee Chalamet, Dune was doomed? Don’t Look Up needed Timothee more than anyone else? I just… don’t think we’re on the same page here. I’m talking about the bankability of a movie star (which has become a very short list), you’re talking about him being a movie star in general, which I agree with. It’s not hard to be a movie star, it’s hard to be a box office movie star and stand on your own two feet.

This guy (or gal) makes some very good points Anon! I do agree... The Hollywood model has certainly changed somewhat. I don't think we can keep on comparing rising actors of today to the model of Hollywood from 30 years ago. Those days are kind of GONE imo lol. Not only that, but society and technology has changed drastically.

I do think there's a difference btwn a "movie star" and a "box office king movie star". Timmy is a movie star in the aspect that he's led some pretty big films, he's pretty well-known, and has a huge fanbase. But would I call him a "box office king" on the same level as Cruise?? More than likely NOT. But why on earth are people expecting Timmy to be on the same level as someone who is in his 60s and has far more films under his belt anyway? 🤔

Anyway, I also think it's the TYPE of film an actor does that makes them a "box office king". Timmy has pretty much done a lot more "smaller" indie films in his career. He's just now breaking into more IP-led films that have more of a box office effect.

I don't know if it's really fair to compare Timmy to Glen Powell. For example, I HIGHLY doubt that Bones and All would have done huge numbers at the box office even if they had cast Glen in the role lol. It's not really one that would appeal to the masses.

But if you had put Timmy in the lead role of a film like "Anyone But You", I kind of think that the film would have still made a lot of money just simply because people LOVE rom-coms just in general. Timmy might have a young face, so his "appeal" might not cross over to some older women (except for CC maybe lol.. 🤭), but even Leo with his "Baby Face" had grown women swooning over him in "Titanic" at age 23 lol, sooooo....it could have happened for Timmy as well! 😅

I think people need to look at the genre of film as well tbh. Jmho 🤷🏾‍♀️

My only question is...If "Twisters" does well at the box office, are people going to accredit that to Glen Powell's "movie star" status? Or just the fact that it's from a very popular IP and reboot of a film franchise? 🤔

[professionalranter31]

post idea: top five countries with maps in game (or just top 5 maps) that you want a chatacter for, regardless of if theyre affiliated with a canon griuo or not. For me it goes number 1 Colosseo, number 2 Midtown, number 3 Ilios, number 4 Lijiang, number 5 circuit royal, and number 6 (in case space ranger gets tied to Lijiang) esperança.

Okay, first of all Colosseo definitely deserves a gladiator character us to be able to play as

Second of all, given the history that was revealed for New York and how it handled itself during the Omnic Crisis yeah Midtown deserves a hero to represent it

Now onto my list I’m gonna do maps because heroes having connections to maps that we have in game makes them feel more connected to the Overwatch World

At Number Five we got Malevento because aside from Black Forest it’s the only deathmatch map that doesn’t have a hero to represent it. We do know that it has connections to Talon and that it’s part of the hyper loop much like Midtown

At Number Four we got Rialto. While we do know that Talon meetings happen here we don’t have someone who actually lives or works there so I think it would be pretty cool if we got a new Talon character to represent Rialto

At Number Three we have Havana. Given its lore significance and that it’s also just a very beautiful map I feel it deserves a hero to represent it

Number two is Ayutthaya which was the map released when Capture the Flag was released. I just feel like it deserves a bit of love despite its game mode not getting as much

And at number one is all the fucking maps that have been in the game since the launch of the first Overwatch game that somehow don’t have a hero that lives there or works there no seriously how is that even possible? Hollywood and Illios and Volskaya Industries have gone without a hero to represent them since launch how is that even possible!? They are right there to be used to base a hero around them and give those maps some real serious lore that quite frankly they could use right now especially Hollywood and Illios. I know it’s unfair to put three maps at the number one spot (possibly more if I forgot any launch maps that don’t have a hero representing them) but it genuinely upsets me that the maps don’t have a hero representing them despite how long they’ve been in the game

[babycatlix]

final invisalign update: retainers

okay, in my last post about my teeth, i was scheduled to get my attachments and buttons off. my mouth was SO DRY 😰 the only way to get the material off is to file/drill it off, which makes so much dust, more dust than you think. and i had to rinse my mouth like 4 times before it felt like we got all the dust out. but once that part was done, my teeth felt surprisingly, normal. when i mentioned this to the assistant she said, "it is surprising! it's because the attachment material isn't bulky, like brackets are." and that really made sense to me.

then my orthodontist came over, looked my teeth over to make sure all the material was off and then he did the final filing. evening out my teeth, it's called "hollywood" where they take off the sharp tips and such. yes, i could've said "no, leave them." but him filing the sharp tips off it actually fixed the incisor that was missing the corner. he filed them so they were even. it was really just on the top, and i think if i had asked, he could've also filed my incisors to be sharper, but i'm okay with them looking even and not sharp bc at this point, my incisors wouldn't be sharp anyway, they would be worn down anyway.

after that, i got scanned for my retainers, we did after pictures and x-rays. then it was time for the big reveal, i was shown my new teeth for the first time! i was very shocked at how they didn't look too different, since i got to see my teeth the whole time, BUT she showed me my before pictures and wow! i didn't think my bottom teeth were THAT bad and i didn't think my front tooth was sticking out that much, but the pictures don't lie. anyway, after that the staff came over to congratulate me 😁 i got a box of goodies that i wasn't allowed to eat when i had my invisalign.

at my wednesday appointment, i got my retainers! they were tight, which meant my teeth had started to shift and it wasn't that long from the time i didn't have a tray in, to when i got them (about 72 hours total), which motivates me more to wear them. for anyone who doesn't know, your teeth continue to shift and move throughout your life, even after braces. so when your orthodontist gives you a retainer, you wear that shit for the rest of your LIFE. my retainers are clear, like my invisalign trays, but a much sturdier material. my bottom retainer is currently different, made of a heavier material to make sure my bottom teeth don't move at all. the assistant explained that they've noticed when they don't use this material for patients that have a lot of initial crowding with invisalign that the teeth still shift back a little even with a retainer, so they use this heavier material for the first 8 weeks and then change to the standard material.

speaking of, i wear my retainers 24/7 for 8 weeks, except for when i'm eating and drinking anything that isn't water. i go back in july for a retainer check-in to make sure my retainers fit properly and if my bottom teeth are doing good, i'll get a new bottom retainer that's the same material as my top retainer. i'm not sure if i'll have another settlement period for my molars yet, but i'll find out in july! but if all goes well, i only have to wear my retainers at night after that. and i'll continue to wear them at night, every night until my orthodontist tells me otherwise.

for now, this is my final update and the end of my invisalign journey. it was fun, informative, and surprising! i also want to say, it's never too late in life to get braces or to get your teeth straightened if you want! i am so in love with my teeth now and i can't stop smiling. i was actually scrolling through my instagram and before getting my invisalign, i never smiled showing my teeth. my final pics of my teeth after these appointments are the first pictures on my instagram where i'm showing my teeth. and even when i send snaps now, i smile with my teeth showing. i wouldn't say that my straight teeth have boosted my confidence, but i am so happy with my teeth now, i can't help but show them off!

anyway, i hope you have a good week! make good choices, stay safe out there, and stay hydrated my friends! 🩵

[chiriwritesstuff]

I hope it’s okay to send multiple emojis bc that list was really cool! lmao

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Hello Nonnie! It's totally fine that you sent them! A few people have asked me for some of the emojis you sent me, so I'll answer the ones I haven't answered yet!

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I majored in psychology in college, I'm an INFJ, and I have a Virgo Stellium (in my 3rd house) in my birth chart!

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

For my new Dieter x Actress! reader series, I am certain that when Dieter is absolutely head over heels for someone, he acts like a lovesick puppy dog!

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

My writing slump is finally over and done with

My actual career is going pretty well

I've been doing a lot of the things I've been wanting to do - I often times let guilt and fear rule over my life and I told myself that it all changes in 2024, that it will finally be my year!

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

I honestly can't think of one right now! I know, lame cop out but nothing comes to mind! I'm open to most things that have been put out in the Pedro Boy fandom thus far!

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

It's never too late to start working on your goals and dreams! I'm near reaching my 40s and I'm in the process of another reboot of my life, after telling myself for years that I'm too old to do that. It's NEVER too late, and you'll thank yourself later for believing in yourself! Never give up on what you want to be and do in life!

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

A sexy action story, like 'Mr. & Mrs. Smith'. I also think any one of us in the Pedro fandom could write it because the talent in this fandom? UNMATCHED.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

"I sometimes worry that I wouldn't be such a feminist if I had bigger tits." - Fleabag (Season 2)

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

"Hey! I've had girlfriends, ok? Lots of them!" Dieter groans into his fists. "Just because they didn't stick around afterward was not my fault, ok?

"The girls you sleep with while on your benders that you eventually kick to the curb once the high goes away is not someone I would consider a 'real' girlfriend, D! Be serious!"

"That's what I'm trying to be," he whines, "I'm trying SO HARD to be serious for once! I can't get this girl out of my head, and it's been what? Almost a year since I've met her? I can't get my dick hard when I'm with anyone else anymore, it's like I'm fucking broken or something! ... and now she's off fucking Joe Hollywood over here like I'm not bleeding my fucking heart out for her-"

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

I do! Meet Biscuit!