#mikey hosts a challenge

[fishfooddude]

Hi!! Can you please write something about Carmen x reader where they have a secret relationship?? They both work at The Bear and maybe get caught doing something sexy by Richie (lol) and then the rest of the staff finds out. These type of fics always make me laugh🤭 Love your writing!!!🤍🤍🤍

My Friend From New York

The Bear Masterlist

My Directory

MDNI 18+ (Only a lil bit)

To some, The Orginal Beef of Chicagoland was a run-down dingey sandwich shop that may or may not have sold coke out of the kitchen when COVID wrecked the city. To Richie, it was his home. He and Mikey had been friends for almost four decades, and The Beef was their baby. When it came to The Beef, there was a layer of sentiment to every part of it. Even with its quirks, it was part of Richie, and after Mikey was gone- it felt like the only connection he still had to him. Of course, that mother fucker left his legacy to shithead little brother. Richie loved Carmy; he’d known the kid since he was in diapers- and now he was trying to change the sandwich shop into some bougie millennial hot spot. Richie tried playing nice; he tried explaining to Carmy that The Beef was fine before he took over, but Carmy convinced himself and the rest of the staff that they could become something bigger, that greatness was within reach, and everyone was running with it. 

“He needs to get laid…” Richie muttered under his breath as he brought bags of flour to the dry storage shelving by Marcus’s station. Marcus chuckled as he’d overheard the comment. Richie wiped his hands on the apron tightly tied around his waist, “What’s he even tryin’ do… Mike and I ran a tight ship.” 

Marcus shrugged, “I like Carmy… He’s challenging me- I loved Mikey… he was a good guy, but what Carmy wants to do is in honor, ya know?”

Richie shook his head, “He’s fuckin’ with my system.” Marcus waved him off and returned to the notebooks and cookbooks sprawled across the stainless steel counter by his mixer. Richie scowled as he walked to the dining room, muttering complaints about Carmy to himself. “Yo, everyone! Meeting in the dining room!” Carmy’s voice echoed through the kitchen as Richie stood by the host stand, scrolling through his Tinder messages. Richie slipped his phone back into his back pocket as the kitchen doors swung open before leaning against the wall, watching as people entered the room. 

“Okay- thank you, everyone for being flexible and understanding. Carmy and I both understand that changing an operating system can feel overwhelming, but y’all are doin’ great.. Carmy.” Syd monologued before turning the figurative mic over to Carmy. Richie turned his attention to him but quickly went to the front door of The Bear, where a mystery woman entered the dining room. Before Richie could say anything about them being closed, Carmy piped up.

“You’re early…” he grinned. The woman shrugged and put a small suitcase on the floor before approaching Carmy and Syd. Richie chuckled when he saw Carmy causally give her a side hug, his hand lingering on her hip slightly longer than it should, “This is Y/N. She’s one of my friends from New York… here to help out Marcus.” Carmy pointed Marcus out to her. 

“Fresh meat…” you commented as your eyes ran up and down Marcus, “You’ll be a baker by the end of the month.” 

Richie stood back and listened to you explain your background before the meeting ended. He noticed how Angel was looking at you and how Carmy was glaring a hole in the side of his head. He looked between you and Carmy; there was no way Carmy could get a girl like you. He chuckled to himself and waited for the meeting to end before going to the alley to have a smoke before dinner service. 

~

As the weeks passed, Richie noticed little things about you and Carmy. Nothing was explicitly sexual or romantic, but he’d known Carmy the kid’s entire life, and he knew how Carmy behaved when he was around a girl he had a crush on. He saw it when Carmy was in middle school when he always brought extra peanut butter pretzels for one of the girls in his English class. Then again, in high school, when he’d become even quieter when Claire and her friends were hanging out next door. Carmy wasn’t a kid anymore, but Richie noticed the little things he was doing for you, the subtle touches, making sure your water bottle was never empty, the way he’d watch over the baking lessons you’d give Marcus when he had downtime, but the moment that solidified Richie’s suspicion was the day Angel finally made his move. 

Richie returned to the kitchen after taking a phone call in the alley. Neither you nor Angel noticed his presence as he stood behind one of the storage racks. Angel was initially subtle, asking if you were into some punk band Richie had never heard of. When you said you’d seen them live before, Richie noticed Angel’s face light up. Then he offered you an ‘extra’ ticket he had to their upcoming show; he noticed the shallow swallow you took before awkwardly telling him you ‘were seein’ someone’. Angel’s face fell, but he nodded and playfully punched your arm before walking away. You laughed and walked into the office, leaving Richie to theorize. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing there when Syd joined him, startled by Richie’s prowling. “God- you scared me… why are you standing behind the shelves?” she asked as she reached for a large stock pot. 

Richie shrugged, “You know if Carmy’s ‘friend’ from New York is seein’ anyone?” 

Syd thought for a second, “Uh, I think… she’s stayin’ with Carmy, so if she is seeing anyone, it’s not serious.”

“Wait, she’s staying with Carmy… in his studio apartment?” 

Syd nodded, not realizing what Richie was implying by his questioning. Richie rolled his eyes, “I fuckin’ knew it…”

Richie’s suspicions only grew stronger as the week continued. It’s not every day Carmy comes into work with an extra pep in his step and a faint hickey by the collar of his t-shirt. That afternoon, he finally decided to ask Carmy about your relationship. After finishing his necessary prep work, he hung out in the kitchen and waited for Carmy to head to the alley to smoke. 

“Yo.” Carmy greeted when he noticed Richie join him, leaning against the wall. Richie nodded and pulled a cigarette from the beat-up box in his pocket. 

“So… that girl…” Richie started. Carmy looked at Richie with an eyebrow raised as Richie continued. “You tappin’ that?”

Carmy scoffed before ashing out his cigarette, “Fuck off Richie.” Richie grimaced and watched Carmy walk back into the restaurant. 

“He’s tappin’ that…” Richie scoffed as he turned his attention to his phone.

~

“Shit..” Richie grumbled as he stood at the register of the corner store by his apartment building, “Yall do ApplePay?” the cashier looked at him with a bored, disheveled look before snarkily commenting about how they didn’t accept bills over $20. Richie shook his head and left the pack of cigarettes and six-pack he’d been trying to buy on the counter before heading back to his car to look for his wallet. Richie realized his wallet wasn't there as he dug through his glove box and center console. “Shit…” he swore when he concluded he must have left it at work.

Richie moved to unlock the door to The Bear’s back kitchen door when he realized it was unlocked. “Shit…” he mumbled, assuming someone had broken in; he’d left his phone in the car and figured he’d just deal with all the drama tomorrow morning. 

He expected to see pots and pans all over the counter and a broken safe in the office, but when Richie walked into the kitchen, his eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped. You were sat atop the middle station with your top pulled down, exposing a bright red bra. Carmy stood between your legs with his pants undone, one of your hands hidden beneath his boxers. Richie tried to speak, but the sound of Carmy’s throaty moans made his ability to speak vanish. Your head fell back as you loudly moaned, “Louder baby… let everyone know who you belong to…” as the words left Carmy’s mouth, Richie felt his body retch. 

“You aren’t alone!” Richie yelled. You yelped in surprise and pushed Carmy away from you before yanking your top up. Richie closed his eyes and let his head fall to the floor. He heard Carmy clear his throat and the sound of a zipper pulling up. The three of you existed in an awkward silence for what felt like hours before Richie broke the silence, “So… you are tappin’ that…” 

“Shut the fuck up, Richard.”

[sha-biest]

SHA's Golden Future DTIYS [Art & Writing]

Close ups of Mikey

About 10 days ago I had the idea to host a DTIYS and even though I told myself it wouldn't happen anytime soon.. the idea struck and it wouldn't let me go. SO, here it is! One thing before everything else:

1st place: One handmade custom plushie made by me

More information about this DTIYS down below

I am aware that this is a rather challenging DTIYS but it was done so intentionally by me. (Trust me, I tortured myself too 🙃) HOWEVER. you are allowed to chose to draw only one segment of the whole piece and not every single one! You will however get more points for including all 3 parts of it. I will judge the pieces based on: • How many segments of the whole piece were drawn • Creativity (in what way was it changed from the original to emphasize your own style for example) • Colors (did you chose to use colors or is it black and white?) • Hands. I do accept written entries for this as well! I love reading and I don't want to exclude writers for this one should they decide they want to tackle this! You are allowed to use my art up top of the DTIYS to promote your writing!

If you want to participate be sure to @sha-biest and use the tag #GoldenFutureDTIYS Additionaly, let me know what YOU would like to get as a plushie! (don't worry, you don't have to stick to that decision should it change over the course of the DTIYS)

Deadline: 10th March 2025 1st June 2025

More Info: • #GoldenFutureAU art tag • Written Story by Co-Creator @rosesofenvy (More about Mikey's mindscape and him unlocking his full mystic powers can be read in "Keep You Safe" especially within Chapter 4 and Chapter 8) • The Sun God's appearance here and here References:

Mikey's mindscape in Golden Future:

In the beginning he thought it was black water but it's actually black sand

He can dive into the sand and uncover "treasures" (parts of his mystic energy)

Diving down means no vision, sound or air gets through to him

He can uncover the mystic powers by pulling them up with his chains

Uncovering a "treasure" will turn that part of the desert golden

Disclaimer: • The plushie that can be won cannot be used to be reproduced and/or sold • The size of the plushie depends on the character chosen by the winner and by the package size I can send • I am by no means a professional plush maker so I do have the right to decline a character should I not be able to turn it into a plushie • Changes might need to be made to the chosen character for the plushie for more complicated details (I will provide sketches of possible versions) • Minors are permitted to participate, but only with the express permission of a guardian and limited correspondence if they win • You can chose to get a full illustration piece instead of a plushie should you win! (if you are too uncomfortable sharing your adress for example)

Plushie examples:

Questions can be send in via my ask box! I will try to compile them in here or give them a dtiyas specific tag! I'm curious what you guys come up with and most of all.. have fun! :D

PS: I will consider doing two first places (one for writing and one for art) depending on how many entries there are

[snnowwpheenix]

Tokyo Revengers men reacting when the baby calls someone else “dada” or similar chaos. Expect jealousy, drama, and a whole lot of “excuse me?!”

🖤 Mikey

The baby calls Draken “Dada” by mistake. Mikey freezes mid-bite of taiyaki. Slowly turns to the baby, then to Draken.

“...You wanna run that back, kid?” Draken is cracking up. Mikey? He’s sulking for a week. Picks up the baby and dramatically says, “Say Daddy Mikey or I’m not sharing dessert with you anymore!”

🛠️ Draken

Your baby points at Takemichi and says “Papa.” Draken’s jaw drops.

“Aight. No more babysitting by that dude.” He spends the next hour repeating “Daddy” like it’s a new vocabulary lesson. Next day? Shows up with a “#1 Dad” shirt and starts saying “Who’s your real daddy?” with zero shame.

💛Takemichi

Your baby accidentally calls the mailman “Dad.” Takemichi: visibly dying inside

“Wh-Why not me?! I do the feedings! I change the diapers!” He takes it so personally. Immediately tries to bribe the baby with snacks and squeaky toys. The baby laughs. That’s enough—he melts.

🐕 Chifuyu

The baby calls Baji “Dada” during a visit. Chifuyu clutches his chest like he’s been stabbed.

“Keisuke… we need to fight. Right here. Right now.” Baji? Laughing his ass off. Chifuyu? Sulking with the baby in his arms whispering, “You betrayed me, little traitor…”

🔥 Baji

The baby calls your cat “Dada.” Baji stares at the cat like it owes child support.

“I let you nap in the crib one time, Fuu-chan!” Immediately tries to assert dominance with toys, snacks, and dramatic storytelling. Ends the night with “Say it. SAY DADDY.” while pointing at himself.

🧵 Mitsuya

The baby calls Hina “Dad” by mistake. Mitsuya blinks twice. Then gently laughs.

“Guess I need to step up my dad energy.” He doesn’t get mad—he takes it as a challenge. Starts sewing matching “Dad & Me” outfits and holds the baby like a royal heir every time someone else is around.

🌙 Hakkai

The baby calls Taiju “Daddy.” Hakkai nearly has a nervous breakdown.

“WHAT?! HIM?! You’re not even allowed to see him!” He panics. Immediately starts Googling "bonding activities with your child." Lowkey jealous for days. Talks to the baby in whispers like, “You scared me. Don’t do that again.”

⛪ Taiju

The baby calls Hakkai “Papa.” Taiju: inhales deeply, clenches jaw

“No. Never. That… man?” He picks up the baby, gives a 10-minute lecture about sin, respect, and how “I am the only father you will ever acknowledge under God.” Baby giggles. Crisis averted. Hanma is still laughing in the background.

🃏 Hanma

The baby calls the TV host on a cartoon “Dad.” Hanma squints.

“Damn… Is that how low we’ve fallen?” He laughs but gets a little clingy afterward. Puts the baby in a hoodie and says, “No more cartoons unless they look like me.” Probably teaches them to say “Hanma’s the coolest” next.

👓 Kisaki

The baby calls a random bystander “Dada” in public. Kisaki freezes. Looks at the guy like he's marked for death.

“Get. Away.” You have to hold him back. He lectures the baby sternly afterward like: “That was a mistake. Never do it again. I’m your father. Not him.” Then goes home and drills the word "Papa" with flashcards like it’s a final exam.

[bellaxgiornata]

I'm excited to celebrate this milestone with y'all by hosting a Writing Challenge! This post will explain the rules of the event and list the dialogue prompts that I had far too much fun coming up with below the cut (imagine Matt, Frank, Mikey, and Jax just shouting out lines in my head, because that is literally what happened).

Writing Challenge Rules: These are pretty simple and straightforward because I want this to be fun!

Everyone participating must be over the age of 18 (my blog is 18+ to begin with and there's smut prompts on here).

You're free to write for any character, pairing (x reader or x OC or x character), or fandom. I know this will mostly catch the attention of those in the Daredevil/Punisher fandoms because that's where most of y'all found me, but this event is not fandom specific!

You're free to write whichever prompt you want, there's no need to claim any! Also feel free to write as many fics as you want, but when you've posted the finished fics, please use the tag 'bella's 4k follower celebration writing challenge' so that I can find it later if you'd like it to be added to the masterlist for this event.

The deadline for these fics will be June 1, 2025. You're welcome to post them whenever you've finished before then, and I will do my best to try to keep up with updating the event masterlist (but bear in mind, it might take me a few days to update the list because I'm also writing and trying to be an adult outside of tumblr).

Below the cut is our Dialogue Prompt List to choose from!

This is a mix of prompts that could be used for anything from fluff to humor, hurt/comfort to angst, or just sheer smut. Have fun!

“Oh boy, here we go again.”

“Go on, go ahead. Hit me.”

“You. I want you.”

“Are you serious right now? You're bleeding!”

“You got a filthy mouth, you know that?”

“Don't you ever do that again, you got that?”

“So…I guess we're sharing.”

“Do you ever shut up?”

“Close your eyes, you don't need to see this.”

“Yeah. You definitely fucked up.”

“I don't think I've ever seen you smile so much before.”

“It's not like I wanted to hurt you!”

“What…is that?”

“Wait, hold on–just hold my hand.”

“I'm not convinced you can handle me.”

“I'm pretty sure I didn't ask for your opinion.”

“Nothing happened with them! Why won't you just listen to me?”

“Are you really going to stand there and say that to my face?”

“You weren't there!”

“You're hogging all the sheets.”

“You look so good like that.”

“Where the hell do you think you're going? It's late.”

“Don't. Don't touch me.”

“Okay, look, I was just trying to bake you something. I don't know what happened.”

“Whoever the hell did this is going to regret it.”

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that dress is?”

“You are definitely drunk right now.”

“If I knew that would have gotten you to cuddle me like this, I'd have done it sooner.”

"That wasn't supposed to happen."

"Take it off slowly and turn around."

[silkygoldmilkweed]

"FISHES"

OK just watched "Fishes" for the first (with husband) and second (rewatched by myself) times. Haven't officially watched past this but am somewhat familiar with later lore from fanvids and tiktoks and such.

What follows is my notes made during my rewatch.

* You're telling me Donna may well still be hosting Seven Fishes annually? What the fuck?

* Sydney cannot understand that family until she goes to Seven Fishes but I would not wish that on a clump of hair clogging a drain much less the People's Princess. I now see why Carm has some social-emotional challenges tho!

* I look forward to seeing Uncle Lee Lane never again, but I'm sure he'll be back to haunt us, but I do hope we get a return visit from cousin Michelle Berzatto (Sarah Paulson), who is cool.

* Wait is Uncle Lee Lane the only straight talker in the family and just happens to hate Mikey and visa versa? Is he trying to give Donna a real estate commission? And he owns part of the Bear?? Who even is he?

* And the dad is a ghost who Carm barely even remembers because he was so young when he died?

* Poor Mikey, you fuckin' animal.

* Poor Nat.

* Poor Carmy.

* I have to google and see how Carmy made Sprite for Tiff.

* What diagnoses do we think this lady has other than "emotionally manipulative alcoholic bitch"? Jesus Christ. Bipolar? One of the Type B personality disorders? The alcohol makes it worse. As a wise psychiatrist once told me (RIP Dr. Phelan, ILY forever), "You can be mentally ill or you have a substance abuse problem, but you can't have both or you're going to die." Mikey had both, seems like.

* Mikey and Richie together are horrific and I appreciate how Carm kind of recoils from their subtype of bully bro small-time thug dysfunction.

* "I don't have a love of my life!" "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you to score with a girl that's stacked physically and mentally." We'll talk more about those two statements later.

* Sydney is a literal fucking ray of sunshine and she cannot be allowed into this haunted nest of death adders and black velvet bed linens.

* This lady sent SARAH PAULSON into a shame spiral? She's that bad?! Like, surreal.

* This actually puts the Faks (and Richie?) in a comparatively flattering light because they are not...malicious addicts? Because they're court jesters but with kind hearts? This is a real devastating play, fam.

* I never vibed with Jon Bernthal before. I knew from Fury that there was value there but it didn't speak to me. But now I get it. This episode also conveys the monumentality of Mikey's love for Nat and Carm, and the tragedy of it. Fuccccckkkk.

* This woman needs to be institutionalized. I cannot have her tormenting Natalie like this for the rest of her life.

* I used to follow a guy on social media who was like, a former Navy Seal and a tech guy and a family man and a huge fan of Wendell Berry and now and again he would post about his parents and how their "parenting" resulted in him becoming a Navy SEAL. I see some parallels between Carmy and him. Navy SEAL guy's wife was slowly educating him on how unhinged his parents had been but he wasn't quite ready to process it fully. Anyway, my god.

* What in the Miss Havisham / Joan Crawford / Cruella deVille (animated) / Mother Gothel (Disney, animated) / Rapaccini's daughter /Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf is this shit?!

* "Cousin, you're scaring the normals." Also gonna circle back to this one

* Stephen's grace was a delight, as was his hug offer to Natalie, and I actually believe him when he says "I very much look forward to this every year" and strangely you can tell he means it in a loving way.

* No seriously Syd could literally be killed by that woman.

[jelliikiss]

Growing Pains Ch. 4

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Growing Pains Masterlist

-(Hanma x Reader x Mikey)

Summary: An unlikely friendship with troubled Hanma Shuji, introduces you a world you never knew. As you navigate the challenges in front of you, you're forced to confront the things you previously knew to be true. Intergang friendships weren't wrong, however your sudden friendship with Mikey Sano seemed to contest that idea. Unexpected cliches plague you in the best way as you deal with what it means to be an adult.

Warnings: Drinking, Profanity

Previous Ch. /// Next Ch.

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You were four blocks away from Jackson’s when Mikey felt you were in the clear to pull over. Per the host’s suggestion, the two of you hid behind the alley of a restaurant in his car as you waited for the chaos to die down. Messing with Mikey’s seats, you moved back as you fished in the darkness for your familiar matte case. Sensing your urgency, Mikey shone his flashlight into the crack of your seat. Letting out a quick thanks, you wrapped your hands around your phone.

Readjusting your seat, you quickly shot Hanma a text saying that you were alright and waiting by the party.

“Hey, thanks again for waiting for me.” You began as you turned your phone off and faced him. “I’m sorry. I was just so out of it, I froze.” Now in the clear you couldn’t help but replay the events that could have not only gotten you into hot water but him as well. I mean who freezes up like that in a critical moment. With all the adrenaline out of your system, you now felt embarrassment take its place.

God, I hope he doesn’t think hate me. Or worse, think I’m weird.

Turning onto his side to face you, he curled his lips upward. The two of you had leaned your seats back, laying in the dark ensuring any passerbys would think nothing of the seemingly empty car. With only the light from the lamps above, it was dark but with time you were adjusted to the lack of proper lighting. Previously, you cared not to know much about Emma’s brother, but through these close quarters you learned a thing or two. He had nice hair and nice groomed eyebrows, likely Emma’s influence. He smelled nice like his car or vice versa, which made hiding out in it pleasant. And, from the grin directed at you, he had nice deep dimples which you didn’t mind looking at.

“It’s all good. I mean, Emma would kill me if anything happened to you.”

You sighed releasing all tension wound up in your shoulders. “Yeah, good choice. Your sister can be scary sometimes. I know Takemichi is still afraid of her from when she accused him of cheating on Hina.”

Mikey laughed lightly as he threw his head back recalling the situation that had happened over three months ago. “I forgot about that. You know he literally pissed himself that day, I felt so bad. Poor fucker had to borrow some pants.”

Forgetting yourself you laughed without restraint causing you to let out a small snort. Realization quickly set in, making you wish you could melt into his seat. Covering your face you attempted to shield your shame and stop yourself from laughing out of embarrassment. However instead of the irrational disgust you expected, you heard him snicker.

Moving your fingers to see him, Mikey belted out in laughter attempting to cover his mouth. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Laughing, you found yourself reaching over to smack his shoulder as if you knew him forever. “Shut up. It’s not funny.” Your voice wavered before mimicking his laugh.

*Snort*

Now fully mortified, you tried your best to stop your snorting fit as Mikey died in the seat next to you. Thankfully, it soon subsided but the damage was done. Together the two of you laughed causing an ache in your side and no doubt his.

“I’m sorry. I laugh too hard after drinking and it just comes out.”

“ Nah, I like your laugh…Shit… That was so funny.” He trailed off as he calmed down. A beep from his phone, pulled your attention as you waited for the news.

“Emma’s there already. We are good to head over.” Turning his car on, Mikey pulled out of your hiding spot. Sitting up, you fixed your seat and moved your purse to your lap.

“I hope everyone’s okay.”

“Nothing everyone hasn’t done a million times before. I bet the bastards drove in circles in vain.” It was nerve wracking going to a meet. Especially with these guys. The last one featured a fight between some Toman and Tenjiku guys over a thrown beer. Luckily, Hanma and the guys were able to break it up before cops were called for disturbing the peace. Despite his mom asking you to watch over him, it often felt like the opposite. Especially tonight.

Pulling up to the house, you felt relieved hearing the music and laughter emitted from the building. Walking in with Mikey, you scanned the room relieved to find Emma, Hina, and Yuzuha.

“I’m so glad to see you guys.” Hugging Yuzuha, you planted a kiss to her forehead. Pushing you away into Emma to rub your lipstick off, you graciously accepted the drink she handed you.

“Mikey thanks for taking care of her. Draken and the guys are outside by the keg.”

Giving her a quick nod, Mikey gave you a small smile before heading outside. You watched as he cut through the crowd till he was out of sight.

“Did you talk to Hanma yet?” Turning to see Emma’s questioning eyes, you shuffled through your bag for your phone.

“Shit. No. I texted him but I haven’t checked yet.”

Opening your phone you find a photo from him featuring a clearly wasted Kisaki posing for the camera. “God yeah they’re here. Imma go look for ‘em rn. I’ll see y’all in a bit.”

Waving you made your way through the house, looking for your friends. With a heads up from Senju, you make your way outside. Tables filled the yard with groups of people playing cup pong, rage cage, or bartender. Just as Emma informed Mikey, Toman was busy performing keg stands. A fire pit stood off to the side, occupied by the losers of Tenjiku as you loved to tease them. Making your way to them, you found yourself watching Toman cheer on their captain as he raised himself over the keg. His two hands were planted on either side of the keg as he was able to suspend his unwavering body, as his friends were going ballistic.

Impressive.

“(Nnnnaaaammmmeeee)!”

A heavily intoxicated figure swarmed you, allowing you to smell the tequila he spilled on himself. Warm water hit your shoulder which you recognized as tears when he pulled back to hold your face. “I’m so sorry I left you.”

You held back a laugh as Kazutora earnestly apologized, allowing his bottom lip to waver. “Could you ever forgive me?” He pleaded, dropping to his knees wrapping his arms around your waist.

Glancing towards a guilty looking Hanma, you gave him a quick glare. “I forgive you Kazutora. It’s okay, Emma helped me. No hard feelings.”

His grip on you tightened as he rested his head against your thighs. “Oh I’m so glad you’re okay. Hanma was bitching at me that it was all my fault.”

Helping him up, you lead him to a seat before patting his back.

“You worried about me Shuji?” Prodding him with your elbow you teased him as he took a swig from his cup.

“Shut up. Have you met my mom? If you ended up in the jail roster, she would as well for murdering me for leaving you.” He reasoned which only furthered your teasing.

Feeling ballsy Rindou walked up beside you, hooking his arm around your neck. He leaned on you as Hanma glared at the pair of you.“Whatever. (Name), we’re peeling out of there and this fuckers running around screaming your name.”

Your heart squeezes a bit as Rindou continues on, joined by his brother. However, you're not listening anymore as you instead watch an annoyed Hanma attempt to shrug them off.

Was he really that worried? You feel bad for your teasing as a funny warmth fills your heart. Peeling yourself from Rindou, you hug a bothered Hanma from behind. Resting your chin on his shoulder, you lean into his ear.

“Don’t worry. I was worried about you too.” You reveal to him quietly as the boys continue to tease you.

“Hug your girlfriend back Hanma.” Shion laughs obnoxiously causing you to flip him off. Observing your friend, a light blush dusts his cheeks no doubt from their relentless teased.

“Fuck off dude.” He spits clearly still bothered. Shrugging you off, he kisses his teeth as he finishes his drink.

“As if I’d ever like her.”

“Oh shit!”

“Bruh. Whatever. You don’t gotta lie!”

You watch as Shion, Kisaki, and some others continue to poke the irritated bear.

“Bruh, she’s barely even a girl. I like real women okay.”

Maybe it was the alcohol making him act like a dick and the drinks you consumed making you more sensitive. Because as he laughed at his joke with them, you only found yourself becoming more upset.

“Fuck you guys. Talk to me when you're done being a dick Hanma.” Having had enough of him, you briskly walked away sparing the guys no glance as they laughed saying he was in the dog house.

Reaching the kitchen, you swiped two shots from a tray on the counter before finding the girls dancing. Ready to forget your anger, you spun around with them laughing at every stumble and stupid dance move. As each song played, you could feel the effects of the vodka hit your system. Soon you were laughing as Kazutora managed to find you in the sea of bodies. You giggled as he kneeled in front of you, kissing your knuckles before spinning you around. Taking turns, the two of you spun each other around until you were feeling queasy. Excusing yourself to the restroom, you made your way through the crowd.

Finishing up, you began to wash your hands as you kept glancing into the mirror. Listening to the muffled music through the door, you examined yourself in the mirror. Your makeup was still okay for the most part, except for your lips. Forgoing lashes, you applied mascara to thicken ‘em up and frame your eyes. Your hair was done the way you liked, save for the flyaways. You looked nice. We’ll at least you thought you did. Your friends said you looked pretty tonight too. I mean would they lie to you?

As you continued to examine yourself in the mirror, you found yourself thinking back to the blonde attached to Hanma at the car meet. She was incredibly beautiful even if you found her laugh a bit annoying. Very curvy and traditionally attractive. As you continued to pick at your features, you felt yourself getting upset all over again.

I mean why do I care so much about what they said.

You were what you thought a sort of secure person, comfortable in your appearance. But as you chastised yourself for caring about what they said, you kept hearing their laughter in the back of your mind.

Having had enough you decide to mellow out alone on an empty couch. Holding your drink, you flip through apps on your phone until you were tired. Sitting in silence, you leaned back into the couch and close your eyes.

“Mind if I join you?”

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Authors Note: Its up! She's up! Now we mixin stuff up. Guys will act accordingly and turn a sparkler into a fire. Please enjoy this chapter. I wanted to podt another to get the ball rollin and put a fire under me to keep it up.

[reelvibes91]

10 Best Acting Performances of 2024

Every year, actors and actresses alike showcase incredible talent that resonates with audiences across the world. This year, instead of posting my favorite films of last year, I want to showcase the 10 best performances from 2024.

10. Austin Butler- Dune 2/ The Bikeriders- Butler has a double entry to kick off the list. He is top-notch in both roles, and having them both release in the same year truly shows his range as an actor. He is one hell of a career in front of him and 2024 was just the beginning of that.

9. Alisha Weir- Abigail- One of the sleeper hits of 2024, Abigail was so violent and a much needed change of pace. Weir was a big part of the reason why as the titular Abigail. She was savage and it helped provide the film the much needed edge it required to stand out.

8. Channing Tatum- Blink Twice- This movie was a twisted tale of the horrors abused wealth can create. Without Channing Tatum providing the central performance that ties the entire thing together there is no movie. It works because you know exactly what you are watching and it is still horrifying to behold.

7. Glenn Powell- Twisters- Powell is one of the most likeable leading men currently working in Hollywood. His big budger badass sequel to a beloved 90s film showcased why he had the chops to be the next big thing. Many are comparing him to a modern day Tom Cruise.

6. Zendaya- Challengers- A film that was very well designed overall. Zendaya is the bankable lead as the tenacious tennis star looking to prove herself. The interpersonal drama among the lead characters helps elevate the performance to one of her best. Zendaya here is obviously portraying a character outside of her usual genre.

5. James McAvoy- Speak No Evil - While then, the film itself left a little to be desired. The performance from McAvoy did not. He is top form as the creepy host here. His performance is full of nuance, and he is perhaps at his career best here. One more twist could have elevated this film into a completely new category for him.

4. David Dastmalchian- Late Night with the Devil- One of the most eery films of the year, Dastmalchian does phenomenal work as the talk show host here. As the tension and true nature of the plot are revealed, Dastmalchian continues to ride that creativity all the way to one of the most compelling final moments of the year.

3. Maika Monroe/Nicolas Cage- Longlegs- Perhaps one may feel like this is adding a two for one, and it definitely is, but no two performances of last year were as intertwined as these two were. There is always a sense of looming dread in Longlegs, and that is thanks in large part to Cage and his shocking transformation into the Longlegs character.

2. Timothée Chalamet- Dune 2- One of the most stunning Sci-Fi films to ever be created the weight of the franchise falls onto the shoulders of young Chalamet. He does not miss a beat as Paul Atreides. As Paul continues his growth from meek and mild to leader, Chalamet is given a powerful platform to shine.

1. Mikey Madison- Anora- It takes courage to bear yourself to the world in such a vulnerable way. That is exactly what Madison did in this film. Every moment of this film is captivating and Madison spends 90 percent of it on screen. Her firey and feisty nature is showcased early on in the film and then quickly switches to frantic and desperate in the latter half. This is a masterclass in acting. She truly shows every emotion throughout this film, and that is why it is the most unforgettable performance of 2024.

[my-name-is-bunnyfoxy]

POV: You want to join an art challenge for August regarding TMNT but the person hosting it is someone who wrote a Mikey gets adopted by the Rise turtles and you also fear that you doing it would come off as you supporting the creator meaning you support their fanfic that doesn't give any respect to 2012 and makes Mikey look like a damn crybaby and also for some reason calls him Casper and not to mention this person supports Unfamiliar Familiar

[ashlingiswriting]

do i know you? chapter five

[ 3.5k words ] [ prev chapters: one, two, three, four ] [ masterlist ] "when are you gonna fucking learn?" richie jerimovich x reader, past mikey berzatto x reader, slow burn

you smash your alarm and kick off the sheets muttering fuck you fuck you fuck you in one long vicious chant, heart racing. this is your new wake up routine, it seems. you fight the urge to get up and do something, anything, to save him. anything, no matter how stupid. you get so sick of your own anxiety that you finally turn on a lamp and write him a note, just three sentences, the least number of words you could possibly use to say what you need to say. 

you won’t give it to him, of course. you just had to get it out of your system.

if only richie would die in your dreams, then you could wake and have them contradicted by reality. but in your dreams he is always alive and holding a gun in readiness for tomorrow. no reality can disprove tomorrow. 

though of course, he’s fine. that much is evident as soon as you see him. 

he saunters in complaining about the new host of a local sports station, ted, nasally little bitch, and when you say you never listen to the radio, he calls you a real mcdonald’s number two, you know that?

no, richie, i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.

and you’re off. no slumping on the concrete, no vacant eyes, no philosophy. 

today’s a bit of show and tell, little lectures exchanged. you start with napoleon and josephine, because any history that’s not about chicago or world war two is news to him. you’ve stocked up on anecdotes with some library books, so you’re going full blast, and richie ends up thoroughly enjoying the batshit french lovers.

still not as good as the boston molasses flood, though, he says.

that’s his favorite of all the stories you’ve told him. twenty-one casualties and he’s charmed, the macabre little bastard.

when it’s his turn, richie shows you a whole album of eva on his phone, the full range of her five years on earth. from the photos and stories, you find out that eva is blonde like her mother, stubborn like her father, and where she got her brown eyes, nobody knows. the great obsession of her life is a cartoon about a family of australian dogs, although if the ipad is denied to her, then dancing, drawing, and doll death rituals are acceptable. 

on a delusional note, you’d like to think that he put the album together specifically to show you. on a slightly less delusional note, he might be showing her to you because you expressed a willingness to kill for her. 

as he flips back in time, eva gets smaller and smaller. there she is sitting in a huge pot. there she is in a tiny lacy hood. there she is lying on his chest with her head tucked just under his chin. 

god, i love babies, you say.

really? his eyes rest on you, half-amused, half-doubtful. 

you raise your chin, tilt challenge. why, do i not exude a nurturing, motherly aura?

nah, you exude—he lingers over the word exude so you know he thinks it’s unnecessarily frilly—the smell of newports and disapproval.

you gesture as if to say, duh. that’s motherhood.

richie half-laughs, half-scoffs. guess it depends on whose mother, he says.

you look at him, venture a question with one quick glance that he chooses not to answer. 

so you really like babies, huh, he says instead, and there’s something so comfortable in it that you reply, yeah, i almost became obstetrician about it. 

there’s a split second of silence before he says, but then? 

goddammit, you’re getting sloppy. that’s as much as admitting to med school.

decided it was too much work, you say. why suffer my way through the mcat and med school and residency when i could just not?

he sucks air through his teeth in agreement. my thought process exactly. otherwise i would’ve become a doctor too.

uh huh. and what kind of doctor were you gonna be?

oh, same as you, he says airily. pussy doctor, doctor of the pussy. turns out no training needed, i’m a natural.

so yeah, richie’s fine. 

it doesn’t stop you from dreaming, but at least now you know.

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another night, you wake up before the dream gets bad, so the dread doesn’t have too strong a hold on you. that’s a much-needed relief. if you’d woken up at your worst, richie’s miserable little face would be setting you off like crazy. 

as it is, you come to stand next to him and say, what’s up? a touch friendlier than usual. this time of winter, the cold bites you anyplace it can: forehead, nose, the place where your glove isn’t properly tucked into your coat. you ignore it. 

tonight fucking sucked, richie says, putting his chest in the last word. we got killed today, absolutely fucking shattered. syd’s digital system broke carmy’s tiny little brain, he went off like a block of fuckin c4, and now we’re down a baker and a sous. 

oof. they both quit?

yup, he says bitterly. 

you expect a string of blame to follow, some insults for syd and marcus, or maybe even a rant against carmy for driving them away. but instead, there’s just silence. not all silences are bad, but this one is. for all his rivers of whinging about millennials and change and syd in particular, you can’t help but get the feeling that he’ll miss them both.

marcus was a good guy, he says eventually. and syd, syd’s not really replaceable.

that one stings, but it shouldn’t. you determinedly ignore it. 

you want to offer comfort, but you’ve got nothing to hand. maybe pride would work? it’s hardly encouraging his better self, but you’ve got no other ideas.

you would never quit, you say.

he exhales smoke slowly. as he does, his eyes don’t move, but they change, and you wish you hadn’t said anything.

nope, he finally says, real quiet, bitter and sad. i never fucking do.

when he’s on his last cigarette, he just chucks the empty package at the trash. it misses, bouncing off the rim and landing on the sidewalk. fuckin a. 

after a second, he stoops, picks it up, and throws the trash away. 

you reach into your jacket and produce a full box of sapphires. glance at him like, two can play at that game, right? he takes one and offers you back the rest. 

don’t insult me, you say, but you say it real nice. 

he nods, lights up, and lapses into silence.

you can feel yourself leveling out with every passing minute he stands by your side. it’s peaceful. it’s deadly cold. he and carmy might be a little fucked tomorrow, but tonight you’re with him. things aren’t good, but they’re good. 

i just don’t know what we’re gonna do, he says.

you shrug. it’s not dismissive, it’s practical. if he doesn’t know what to do, and more importantly, if carmy doesn’t know, then there’s no way you’ll be able to think of any useful suggestions. 

for now? you say. go to bed. 

his sideways look is a question that you know how to interpret.

don’t wallow in it, you say. clarification. you’re not telling him to fuck off, you’re telling him to take it easy. 

he nods. i’m gonna be late tomorrow.

how come, anything fun?

fun, yeah, fun. he scoffs. we’ve got a bachelor party, favor for cicero. bunch of fucking animals, those guys. 

well, don’t be scared, just stick with carmy. he’ll protect you.

and there it is. such a small smile, but you still got one out of him. night.

night. 

once you’re inside, you glance back at him through the glass of the apartment doors, and only then do you notice that he’s limping a little as he walks away. it’s probably nothing, it’s probably a funny story, he wouldn’t— 

shut the fuck up, you mutter, thoroughly sick of yourself, and go upstairs.

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the next night, the dreams get bad and he doesn’t show up. 

the thing that kills you isn’t the cold or the fear or the feverish overanalyzing. no, as the hours pass, you realize: if anything’s happened to him, you’ll have to live with this for the rest of your life. you had so many chances, but in the end you still did nothing. you had so many chances.

when are you gonna fucking learn?

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you wake up on a memory, the way richie rubbed his forehead wearily and said, it was a nice poem. heartsick and sluggish, you turn off your alarm. 

your apartment looks different with sunlight streaming in through your thin curtains, like you accidentally wound up in somebody else’s place. with gold light staining the fake wood table and the weak hanging watercolor, all the default decor, this place looks like a home.

it’s fucking weird. 

then you remember you set an daytime alarm for a reason. 

half an hour later, you’re picked up by a car and dropped at your destination, a tree-wrapped house that looks like it belongs in the suburbs. as you knock on the door, you replace your scowl with a look of neutral attentiveness, completing your transformation into a professional woman: white button down, navy slacks, caffeinated straight to hell. if you’re going to get fired, you can at least do it in dignity.

to your surprise, the door is opened not by a maid, but by alessandra herself. she glances out at the idle street over your shoulder before she says, come in. under any other circumstances, you’d be sweating a little. she’s got the natural grace of a gazelle and the faultless skin of a cover girl. you wouldn’t expect anything less of jack’s wife.

she leads you through the foyer into a sitting room, where linda is waiting, ensconced in a gigantic armchair. it would be a funny sight—with her short height, bouffant blonde hair, and blue eyes, linda makes you want to say, you see this tweety bird looking motherfucker—but richie’s not around to hear you and this is your boss’s wife. you keep it proper with a simple hello.

julie, thank you for coming, linda says, as though the invitation was one you could’ve turned down. can we get you something to drink?

you perch across from her on the sofa. no thank you. 

are you hungry? she says, but she doesn’t wait for a reply, adding to alessandra: the pastries. and a half dozen of the mini quiches. thank you. with that, alessandra is gone.

do you know why you’re here? linda says. 

so—okay. maybe you have been obsessively texting every single contact that you have within the caruso organization, every single night, trying to get any news you can about your carbon monoxide patients. maybe it’s not completely professional behavior. but they’ve all been ignoring you, and that’s hardly professional either, is it?

i assume the number of survivors has gone down from nineteen, you say. or maybe they all have crippling brain damage? you can punish me however you want, but i don’t know how i could’ve done a better job and none of this would’ve happened if jack just let me do a hospital dump. you try and fail to not look resentful. i guess he considers it a virtue to be tightfisted with merchandise. 

linda eyes you like you’re somebody else’s misbehaving child. they’re not our merchandise, julie, they’re our customers. we provide services to people as well as goods. do you really want to know the details?

and there it is. you’ve never wanted to know the details. you’ve only ever wanted that one midnight hour of crisis in which the rest of the world falls away and your mind turns into a perfect beam of concentrated light. 

to be fair, you’ve also wanted a place to live, and for them to not kill you and drop you in the fucking river. you’re not in a position to request much more. 

no, you say. i just want to know if my patients are doing okay.

linda evades you with ease. you did very well, julie. that’s not what this is about. 

she knocks twice on a little doily-covered side table. alessandra glides in through the doorway and sets the tray of food down on the coffee table in front of you. the sitting room smells richly of eggs and butter, but you’re not at all hungry. you should be fast asleep right now.

to your surprise, alessandra sits in the other armchair. no more babies, she says, serenely, in italian. you weren’t expecting her to say anything at all, so you barely catch it. 

we would like you to administer an iud, says linda. and whatever fertility treatments you think might look convincing.

for fuck’s sake.

just so we’re on the same page, an iud would prevent any pregnancy, you say. a fertility treatment wouldn’t be able to overcome it. they’d be working at cross purposes, but essentially, the iud would win.

yes, says linda calmly. 

you’d really rather be fired than get caught up in some intra-family intrigue that you have no business touching. you ought to be getting extra hazard pay for the psychological warfare of it all.

and this fertility treatment should be convincing to who? you say, after a second.

an eastern method would be best, says linda. maybe herbal. 

okay, so that’s either old caruso or little caruso you’re trying to fool, or both. jack would never believe in an herbal treatment, he’d definitely demand pills. 

uh-huh, you say, looking over at alessandra. she looks perfectly serene. it’s unnerving. permission to speak frankly? it’s annoying, how the old jargon still pops up in you at odd stressful moments.

of course, linda says.

there really is no polite way to ask the question, but if there was, it might sound like this. 

activity has been lower than ever, even before little caruso went to the hospital. i don’t know why beth wasn’t available to help with the carbon monoxide thing, but that’s a bad sign, and i haven’t seen or heard from her since. the only sedatives they could scrounge up for me was some stuff meant for horses. the only good news we’ve had all year is that jack is out, and i haven’t heard shit from him, so he could be back in for all i know.

and now you’re pulling me into lies inside the family? you’re deceiving either your husband or your son, i don’t know which is worse. so when i ask you how bad it is, i would very much appreciate a truthful fucking response! 

just how bad are things right now? you say. it takes a huge effort to refrain from cursing, but you layer in all your meaning in that one simple question. 

linda’s blue eyes glint as she weighs her response, and then she says, things are going well, thank you for asking. there’s nothing else we need your help with. we’ll procure the iud and schedule an appropriate time for the procedure. are you able to procure the fertility treatment?

you hesitate, and her eyes bore into you like remorseless twin drills.

 yes, you say, defeated. it’s gonna be looseleaf tea, the cheapest you can find. 

do you have any more questions or concerns?

the fucking temerity of this woman. yes, actually. yes, at this point, you have become one gigantic, stress-filled ball of questions and concerns.

no, you say. 

thank you for coming. the car is waiting outside. 

in the car, you watch chicago passing by you, more brightly colorful and bustling than you’re used to, a different city. 

the dread is slowing to a numb simmer, as dread tends to do over time. of course linda would claim that everything is fine, what did you expect her to say? oh, you’re right, julie. the business has been going downhill for months. and now you, my people, my family, and my would-be grandchild—we’re all well and truly fucked.

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michael’s heartbeat is finally wearing itself out, depleting the last of its weapons grade chemical thunder. he’s pretending to be asleep, but there’s no lying to you like this. the body always tells. you’ve got one ear plastered to his sweat-damp chest, an unconventional but effective way to measure pulse. 

you’re pretending to be asleep too, curled up and using him as a pillow, eternally seeking his warmth. he’s got his hands behind his head and his head half a mile down the street. 

at last, his heartbeat has leveled out. that’s your job done. at times like these, you don’t feel like a woman. maybe you’re a weighted blanket, maybe you’re a pill. 

he lifts your head gently in one hand, then crawls out from under you. 

the bathroom door hinges creak. you hear a thin stream, a flush, and running water. his apartment is bigger than yours and only a couple floors up, but you’re not surprised that he chooses to use your bathroom over his. you get the sense that he avoids his own apartment as much as humanly possible, except to sleep. 

it’s stupid hot in your apartment, because your landlord considerately roasts all her tenants alive rather than let them freeze to death. still, you move over so you can soak up the warmth he left behind in the mattress, and you place your head where his left an indent on the pillow. 

you can hear his footsteps as he pads back towards the bed. probably left his phone behind, you think, and then the mattress dips under his weight, gravity trying to bring you together.

he’s warm against you, but no longer sweat-sticky. he must’ve toweled off in there. you’d like to turn over and worm your way into his arms, but that seems greedy, tacky, wrong. you can’t track if you’re still supposed to be asleep.

c’mere, he says. 

you’re barely touching him, but it still seems like you can feel his voice, throaty and a little rough, like it’s coming from inside your own chest. 

you turn over on your side, facing him, and lay your head down again just below his collarbone. this time, his hand descends on your hair and strokes in a slow rhythm, like how you would pet a beloved dog while thinking about the events of the day. this time, you don’t bother to close your eyes. 

the watery light coming in through your curtains turns everything blue. his stomach, the sheets, the far wall. there’s a small, uneven tattoo of a black rose above his hip. he’s never explained it to you before, but to be fair, you can’t remember if you’ve ever asked about it either.

you’d like to ask him what’s wrong. people aren’t kind without reason. but you’re greedy still, and you take what you’re given without question. 

it’s not so much the hand on your hair as it is the tenderness, it’s not so much the tenderness as it is the fact that he stayed. 

you’ve always believed he loves the woman he’s with when he’s inside her. that’s easy. endearments fall from his mouth like rain and you soak them up as silently desperate as the desert and just as willing to blossom, presumably just like all the rest. he says them like he means it. baby like he’ll care for you, honey like he’ll lick every drop off his lips and consider himself lucky. 

but he’s saying nothing now, he’s not fucking you now, he’s reached the end of his high, and still his hand moves tenderly over your hair. nobody caresses a pill or a blanket. you have proof. 

proof of what, you won’t think too hard about. his fingers brush the skin at your temple with every stroke.

you falls asleep before he does.

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it’s evening. you’re sitting in bed, still thrumming with caffeine and stress from linda, picking away at your last good memory with michael like it’s a scab, when you happen to look out the window and there he is. out of place in the light of dusk, with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. the last thing you expected and the first thing you wanted to see. 

you’re out the door in a second. then, when you’re jabbing repeatedly at the elevator button, you realize you don’t have any shoes on. the deterrent isn’t the cold, it’s the knowledge that richie will roast you mercilessly, so you turn around and dart back inside your apartment and shove on your shoes. 

the deja vu is so overwhelming, it prevents you from feeling any relief. this sudden righting of the world, this crash of of course everything’s fine, it was all in your head, you’ve played this tune before, and the thing is: it never lasts. you can't keep going up and down forever, it’s making you sick of yourself. 

you grab your coat, your keys, and the note.

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[ chapter six ] [ masterlist ]

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note: this was meant to be combined with chapter six, but i had to split them because the final richie and reader scene got so long it turned into its own chapter. so i released both chapters on the same day <3

@garbinge, @narcolini, @drabbles-mc, @beingalive1, @eternallyvenus, @cerial-junkie, @jackierose902109 — if anyone else wants to be tagged, let me know.

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New Year's Day - Nico Hischier x Jack Hughes

summary: Loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's song of the same name, this story follows Devils captain Nico Hischier as he navigates his overwhelming crush on Jack Hughes as the team tries to plan a New Year's Eve party.

word count: 2038

by: M

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, long intro, blowjobs

Throwing this year’s New Year’s Eve party was proving to be a bigger challenge than Nico Hischier was anticipating. Since he became captain, it was always on him to plan events and bring the team together outside of work. Despite this responsibility, he somehow always managed to avoid hosting events, opting to let the wags get together and plan something extravagant on his dime. This year, however, the wags decided to let the team plan it, probably for their own amusement as the men finally realized how much work actually goes into organizing events. 

Nico and Jack took it upon themselves to delve out responsibilities, assigning each player a different job. Jonas and John were assigned music which turned out to be very simple as John had just bought a new speaker. The two of them just had to make a playlist for the night. Erik and Luke worked together to figure out decorations, sending Simon, Curtis, Nate, and Jesper to pick them up from various stores. Alex, Mikey, Timo, and Dawson were in charge of catering and food, which meant they spent the next several weeks eating from every restaurant in the greater metropolitan area. The goalies: Vitek, Akira, and Nico, were in charge of the photo wall. Everyone else was expected to show up four hours early on the night of the party to set everything up. 

The day of the party came around, and everyone gathered in Nico’s apartment to decorate. All furniture was moved out of the main room, stacked haphazardly in Nico’s guest room. All was going smoothly, the speaker was working and the food was on the tables, until Luke and Erik started arguing over which decorations went where. Luke wanted the fairylights over the dance floor horizontally, whilst Erik wanted them around the entire room. Nico had to step in and offer a compromise with half of them over the dance floor and the other half on two of the four walls. 

By the time they finished setting everything up, there was thirty minutes left before everyone else showed up. Some of the guys went home to get ready with their partners and others hung around, grabbing a beer from the fridge and congratulating each other on their respective roles in the set up. The room looked surprisingly well put together. Black table cloths covered the counter and kitchen tables, food and champagne flutes resting on them. The walls were covered in lights, perfectly illuminating the room. The goalies had done an excellent job with the photo wall, black fabric cascaded down from the ceiling, giant golden 2024 balloons floating in front. The table beside it held props and the polaroid camera, perfect for the night ahead of them. 

Nico was overwhelmed by the whole process, his home now unrecognizable. He was grateful for Jack’s help in setting everything up and being there for him without him having to even ask. 

“Hey Jack, thank you. You really didn’t have to help me organize all of this.” He said, turning to face him.

“You would’ve done the same.” Jack replied simply, taking a sip of his beer and wrapping an arm around Nico. 

Nico blushed as he felt the weight of Jack’s arm on his shoulders. The captain’s crush on his alternate only deepened during the planning process. Every call to check in on the planning only reminded him how much he adored Jack. 

The music started up again as everyone flooded into the apartment. Music flooded Nico’s mind as he received compliments from his guests for the decorations. As the night wore on and as Nico progressed quickly through glasses of champagne, he found himself clinging to his alternate. His mind was foggy with thoughts of Jack. Memories of them on the ice filtered through his mind as he stood slightly too close to his teammate. 

“Jacky, ‘don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere.’ I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Nico whispered, his hands on either side of the smaller man’s face. 

“I’m not going anywhere buddy, don’t worry.” Jack said, trying to reassure his captain.

Nico looked into Jack’s eyes, searching for a promise of something more, something Jack could never give. 

“Let’s go to the photo booth, yeah? Then we’ll never be apart!” Jack said, moving Nico’s hands from his face.

Jack grabbed his hand pulling him across the room, his face flush from the alcohol. As Jack expertly weaved through the dance floor, Nico became distracted by the hand clutching his. He found himself wanting more once again, worrying about what would happen if he ever shared his thoughts.

“Ondrej! My man! Can you take a few polaroids of me and Hisch? Thanks!” Jack said, going through the props on the table and handing Nico a plastic crown which matched the tiara he was now wearing.

“You first, princess.” Nico said, teasing Jack and allowing him to lead him in front of the photo wall. 

Jack flushed at the nickname and Nico made a mental note to call him that again. The first photo was of them with their arms around each other, smiling at the camera. As the first photo printed, Jack and Nico planned their next one.

“I got it! Bend down a little, yeah?” Jack said, leaning in to kiss Nico on the cheek. 

Ondrej quickly took the picture, laughing at the extra flush in Nico’s cheeks and ears. 

“One more, yeah guys?” Ondrej asked, placing the second polaroid on the table. 

“Mhm, Nico you pick!” Jack smiled, making Nico flush again.

“Let’s do the party poppers! I think Luke said these ones are full of glitter.” 

“Perfect.” Jack said, taking his place next to Nico.

“Okay guys… On three. One… Two… Three!” Ondrej announced as the poppers burst. Clouds of glitter and confetti surrounded Jack and Nico as the flash of the camera went off. Rather than looking at the camera as planned, the boys were focused intently on eachother, the photo having captured the way they looked at one another perfectly. 

“Thanks!” Nico and Jack said in unison as they walked back into the crowd, the pictures already forgotten in their drunk minds. 

“OH MY GOD NEEKS I LOVE THIS SONG!!!” Jack called, grabbing Nico’s hand and pulling him onto the dance floor. 

Nico flushed at the new nickname, half convinced his face would become permanently red after this. He swayed to the music as Jack sang/yelled the words to him, something about a taxi and long roads, the words jumbled by the drunken Hughes. He couldn’t help but feel that Jack’s words targeted him, his mind racing as he looked into his alternate’s eyes searching for anything that might hint to his thoughts. As the song ended, Nico remained where he was, staring into the blue eyes that held everything he’d ever dreamed of. 

“TEN SECONDS TO MIDNIGHT!” Someone yelled, as everyone grabbed their partners in anticipation.

“Ten…” 

“Nico?” Jack whispered, his eyes fluttering down to Nico’s lips. 

“Nine…”

“Jack?” Nico echoed, looking down at the boy in front of him.

“Eight…” 

The shorter boy nodded as Nico looked down towards his mouth. 

“Seven…”

Nico licked his lips in anticipation.

“Six…” 

Jack looked up into Nico’s eyes.

“Five…”

Nico rested his hands on Jack's face.

“Four…”

Jack grabbed Nico’s waist.

“Three…”

Jack pulled his captain closer.

“Two…”

Nico angled his teammate’s face towards him.

“One!!”

Their lips connected and time stopped. Nico felt as if fireworks were erupting from him as he held Jack close, tangling one of his hands in Jack’s hair. Jack moaned into the kiss as Nico tightened his grip on his hair.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” Everyone cheered as they separated from their partners.

Jack and Nico pulled apart as they heard the click of a camera.

“Fucking finally!” Ondrej said from behind the camera.

The boys laughed.

“Happy New Year Cap!” Jack said, his lips swollen from the kiss.

“Happy New Year Princess!” Nico smiled as Jack flushed.

The next morning Jack and Nico found themselves wrapped around each other in bed with a vague memory of what had happened the night before.

“Did we?” Jack asked, looking down to see himself fully clothed.

“No, I don’t think so.” Nico said, simply.

��I mean not that I’d mind if we did, I just would want to remember it, ya know?” Jack rambled, looking over to Nico.

“Shut up.” Nico said, pulling Jack into another passionate kiss.

A string of saliva connected their mouths as Jack pulled away for a breath.

“I guess we should clean up, huh?” Jack said, sitting up.

“That can wait.” Nico said, gesturing to the growing erection in Jack’s dress pants. 

“I guess it can.” Jack laughed, straddling Nico and pulling him into another kiss. 

Nico pulled at Jack’s shirt as their tongues battled for control. Remembering the night before, Nico tugged at Jack’s hair causing him to moan into the kiss allowing Nico to take control. He quickly flipped Jack onto his back, swiftly unbuttoning his pwn shirt and throwing it onto the floor. Jack clutched to Nico’s chest as he got to work unbuttoning his alternate’s shirt. Once he got it off, he threw it next to his own. Nico broke the kiss as Jack whined. He slowly kissed his way down Jack’s jaw and neck until he reached his nipples. He rolled his hands over one of them as he began sucking and biting at the other. Jack moaned loudly at Nico’s actions, arching his back for more friction against the growing tent in his captain’s pants. 

“Not yet baby, not yet.” Nico said, pulling away from Jack.

Jack whined again at the loss of contact, thrusting into the air in a pathetic attempt to gain more friction. Nico pulled his pants and boxers off in one foul swoop, freeing his member. He spit into his hands, lubing them as he started jacking himself off. 

“Jack, eyes on me baby.” He said, grabbing Jack’s neck and forcing him to watch. 

Jack moaned loudly at the hand on his airway as he watched his partner pleasure himself. His dick began leaking as he watched his captain throw his head back in pure bliss.

“Can I?” Jack choked out, trying to take Nico into his mouth.

“Yes.”

That was all he needed. Jack sprung to his knees, his painful erection forgotten as he licked a stripe up Nico’s dick. Nico threw his head back in ecstasy as he clutched Jack’s hair to use him. When Jack realized what was happening, he moaned around Nico’s cock, relaxing his throat so that Nico could use him like the slut he was.

“I bet you like this, huh? Being used like a toy.” Jack moaned.

Nico thrusted harder into Jack’s mouth as Jack tried not to gag, as his eyes prickled with tears that threatened to fall.

“I’m so close, baby, so close. Hold on for me.” Nico said, clutching Jack’s hair for dear life as he came down his throat. 

Jack swallowed quickly before standing up and pulling Nico into a messy kiss. Nico loved being able to taste himself on Jack’s tongue, a reminder of who the boy belonged to.

“Let’s take care of you now, huh baby?” Nico said, wrapping a hand around Jack’s leaking cock. 

Nico tugged at Jack’s cock, rubbing his thumb over the slit before getting on his knees and taking all of him into his eager mouth. Jack wasn’t nearly as big as Nico, but his width more than made up for it. Nico sucked on Jack’s dick, watching as he threw his head back clearly close.

“I’m gonna-” Jack never finished his thought, coming in Nico's mouth. If Nico could get hard again this quickly he would’ve from the sound of Jack’s voice wrecked from his cock.

“Hey Jack?” Nico said, standing up and pecking Jack on the lips.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s clean up now, yeah?”

‘Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor

You and me, forevermore

Don't read the last page

But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day’

[celestialmazer]

Harvey Guillén Brings His “Big and Short” Bombshell Style to the Red Carpet

The ‘What We Do in the Shadows’ actor may only have just recently courted attention for a hot run of looks (the Met Gala, the Oscars), but he’s always been a clothes horse: “I’m like Ariana Grande: I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it.”

BY MIKEY O'CONNELL JUNE 17, 2023 10:00AM

Source: https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/lifestyle/style/harvey-guillen-red-carpet-style-1235514713/

Harvey Guillén was photographed June 2 at PMC Studios in Los Angeles. He’s wearing a shirt by Daniel Velasco, who also designed the actor’s tux-inspired 2002 Emmys outfit featuring a sheer, blue pussy-bow shirt. PHOTOGRAPHED BY YASARA GUNAWARDENA

Harvey Guillén always loved to get dressed up. He cannot say the same of shopping. “Going to the mall was so hard,” says the What We Do in the Shadows star. “Somebody made a meme of what it is to be a person of size going shopping with your friends. Everyone else is like, ‘I got this cute outfit, I got this cute top, I got these cute jeans.’ Meanwhile I’m like, ‘I got this cute bracelet.’ “

Some brands and retailers have gotten better at catering to plus-size customers, but the evolution remains slow-going. Fortunately for the 33-year-old queer actor, a real sartorial standout with a string of buzzy 2023 red carpet looks, he’s now courting the attention of major labels, though not all of them are able to deliver. “They love him and want to work with him, but they are working with limited sample sizes and limited resources,” says stylist Michael Fusco. “It’s not a challenge for people to want to work with us, it’s the execution part.”

Christian Siriano is one who’s handled the execution. In March, Guillén became the first man to don a plus-size look from the designer at the Academy Awards. The pair collaborated again on a pink tweed suit for the Met Gala, a sly “fuck you” to event inspiration (and well-documented sizeist) Karl Lagerfeld. “Christian just knows how to make Harvey look great and elongate his lines,” adds Fusco. “It’s just magic.”

Even without Siriano on speed dial, Guillén is prepared for his increasingly public life thanks to a not-insignificant collection of clothing — his L.A. home boasts two full walk-in closets and four racks for overflow. A few of those looks will no doubt be sported on the Orange County native’s near-endless promotional circuit for Shadows (season five premieres July 13 on FX), DC feature Blue Beetle (in theaters Aug. 18) and a deep slate that includes recently announced New Line thriller Companion, among many other projects on deck.

You’ve had a lot of major red carpet moments this year. Is there a look you’d consider a favorite?

This year has just been back-to-back-to-back. The Oscars started that. We made so many best-dressed lists. Christian had designed for Billy Porter before, but never has he designed for a plus-size guy — so it was nice to collaborate with him on something that was new and had never been done before. The Met Gala was great. They were obviously honoring Karl Lagerfeld, but you also have to represent yourself. So I wore pink. Karl was known for not liking pink. I like loads of things that he didn’t approve of.

PHOTOGRAPHED BY YASARA GUNAWARDENA

How would you describe your first experience at the Met Gala?

I got to walk the carpet before I hosted the night for E! I’d never really put on that hat before. Maybe next time I’ll just go and do the carpet and enjoy the event. It was really cool to watch everyone come in, but it was also very exhausting to be out there in an outfit, all night, talking to people.

Working in even the most basic tuxedo can be exhausting.

Yeah! You’re just wearing Louis Vuittons, and these shoes are meant for being walked on and taking pictures — not running up the hill for hours and hours on end. I can’t even imagine it wearing heels. There’s no way I could do that for eight hours.

I’ve seen you at a couple of events wearing semi-sheer tops. Even with fashion’s easing of older gender norms, that takes confidence. Were you always so adventurous, or is this a recent development?

I’ve always been one to take risks; I just never had the opportunity to do so. It’s already hard to be confident in your own body, especially in this industry. So, if you’re going to do something, then do it full out. And then there are the people who comment, like, “Oh my God, you’re so confident in that.” Yeah, I want to feel my best in what I’m wearing. Why wouldn’t I wear a sheer top? People are just like, “Wow …” They usually assume that people who are a plus size want to cover up, not show off any skin or curves. I do the opposite. I want to show my curves. I want to show a little peekaboo. The sheer is fun.

Harvey Guillén was photographed June 2 at PMC Studios in Los Angeles. PHOTOGRAPHED BY YASARA GUNAWARDENA

What is your everyday style?

For the day, a T-shirt and jeans will be just fine. Obviously, you’re not going to wear a Christian Siriano gown to pick up bread. But I like to play with old stuff. My place in L.A. has four racks of clothes on top of two walk-in closets that are already full. I’ve collected so many pieces over the years that I’ve probably only ever worn once. I can’t bring myself to get rid of them. I have pieces I haven’t worn that are ready to go for an event. I’m like Ariana Grande: I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it. Because it’s hard to find stuff in your size! So when I find something I like, I don’t double-guess it. In the past, I’d be like, “I’ll get it later.” Then it’s gone!

The clothes that we put off buying haunt us for years.

To this day, there are these shoes that I think about. I was in Germany and thought, “It’s fine, I’m sure I can get them online.” Nope! Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I’ll wake up in a cold sweat of regret. “No! The shoes!”

PHOTOGRAPHED BY YASARA GUNAWARDENA

When you’re at the mall, what do you gravitate toward?

When I do a movie or something, the costume designers will call, and it’s always the same conversation: “Where do you shop for your clothes?” Which is so interesting to me because I was like, “Where do you shop for everyone’s clothes?” The difference is they know that question is loaded because a lot of designers or stores only go to a certain size. It isn’t as easy, and then that becomes their struggle. You’d be surprised how many times I’m like, “See, the struggle is real.” I had one costume designer who gave up. They were like, “Can you just bring some of your own clothes?”

Dior’s pre-fall 2023 show in Cairo. COURTESY OF DIOR

If you have the clothes, that means they’re out there.

You can find it! You can find clothes in a size that fits everyone; you have to search. For me, the easy go-to is ASOS. They’re reliable when it comes to a big selection of sizes — and they deliver overnight — so I do ASOS a lot. I remember spending whole afternoons at the mall just looking for clothes. You find something that you like, but then they don’t make sizes past a large or an XL. They don’t think that people who are our size are fashionable. They think you’ll be content shopping at Big & Tall — which is fine if you want to shop there, but it’s very limited. Big & Tall is for someone who’s big and tall. … “tall” being the key word. I’m big and short. There should be a shop called Big & Short. (Laughs.) The average body is not a size zero, so it’s surprising to me how the fashion industry keeps pushing that idea. The average person wants to look fashionable. But that’s aspirational living, right?

“Since he’s become a badass, we tuck his pants into his boots and roll up his sleeves,” Guillén says of his Shadows character. RUSS MARTIN/FX

And, like any other industry, they want to make money. So it doesn’t make sense to ignore such a significant portion of the market.

It’s always surprising when you see, like, “Well, the sales are low this year.” Why? Sales will go through the roof if you just added two more sizes to your collection — or at least another three sizes on top of that. There’s money out there that people want to spend. It’s like in Pretty Woman. I want to walk in like Julia Roberts with a bunch of bags and say, “I came in yesterday, and you didn’t have my size. Big mistake. Huge.” I have money to spend, but you don’t get my money because you didn’t think I was worth making a garment for my body.

“I like playing with the idea of what’s gender-normal or gender-neutral,” says Guillén of his fondness for sheer items, like this Christian Siriano look for Vanity Fair’s 2023 Oscar party. JOHN SHEARER/WIREIMAGE

How would you describe your discussions with the Shadows costume designer about the aesthetic of your character, Guillermo?

Laura Montgomery, who won the Emmy for costume design, is amazing. She and I get together at the beginning of the season. Because we know what the year’s going to be like for the character, we sprinkle in something new. In season one, he’s more buttoned up. He’s almost suffocating in his own clothing. In season two, he relaxes a little bit. He unbuttons the top button. If you look at pictures of every season, he slowly starts to become the version of who he’s supposed to be — to the point where, in season four, he’s wearing Versace. It’s in a non-fashionable way, of course. That’s just what he thinks people with money should look like.

Who are your own style icons?

There are classic icons that never go away — both male and female. Audrey Hepburn is iconic. But I like the new ideas of fashion. When you look at Maluma and Bad Bunny, they’re oozing confidence, right? Maluma, even offstage, looks amazing in the shirt because he’s wearing it in a way that he’s living his best life. And I strive to do that myself. I could wear a potato sack, but I’d wear it with such confidence that people are like, “I want a potato sack.”

Interview edited for length and clarity.

[roquog]

Rise August Day 8: Crossover

[PT: Rise August Day 8: Crossover. End PT]

Dream Diary x ROTTMNT

I saw post a while ago about combining your first ever fandom with your current fandom to create a 'cursed au' but I can't find the post and so I can't link it. That is what inspired this.

[ID: A pixel art of the TMNT in the order of first Leo, then Donnie, Mikey, and Raph. Their proportions have been changed according to the chibi style of Yume Nikki. None of them are wear their arm wraps, leg wraps, knee pads, belts, or masks. Raphael is wearing his orthodontic headgear and has the crack in his shell from the movie. They are all standing in the position of the idle, forward-facing sprite. The background is a solid black. /End ID]

Link to challenge host's post bellow cut.

[gladiatorofthevoid]

Moments: Rise One-Shots

AO3 Link

Based on the Rise August Challenge by @sariphantom Thank you for Hosting this Challenge.

Mad Dogs: Draxum ponders over why his creations would use the term “Mad Dogs” to identify themselves. He sees why. (BAMF Turtle Brothers, Draxum trying his best)

Disaster Twins: Donnie and Leo like to show their love through gifts. (Fluff, Angst, Gifts)

 Dr. Delicate Touch: How did Mikey become Dr. Delicate Touch. (Turtle Tots)

 Yokai: Donnie and his brother weren’t humans. So, he was excited to discover that there was a whole city of people like them.  Except that it turns out they aren’t Yokai either.

 Mayhem: Agent 64 knows that their mission is over. That the council would want them back to continue their work elsewhere. So, they gave themselves a new mission: to spy and report on human activity.

Cassandra Jones: Cassandra Jones had loved the Foot Clan, the Clan just hadn’t loved her back.

Senor Hueso: The hidden city was aware of the invasion but didn’t know how it ended. Senor Hueso finds out when the turtles come to eat.

Big Mama: Leo is trapped with Raph by Big Mama (Whump)

Kimono: Ralph wears a kimono; it feels strangely right.

Pizza: Mikey tries to make pizza from scratch. It... doesn't really work out.

April O’Neil: It’s hard to believe that April is human sometimes, even she sometimes questions it. (BAMF April)

Cassy Jr.: Cassy Jr has a panic attack. Raph helps. (Angst)

 Cannonball: Cannonball Day ends with Mikey having his arm in a cast. (Hurt/Comfort, Broken Bones)

 Purple Dragons: Donnie was not happy that the Purple Dragons had made him almost destroy his brothers. But they were fine in the end, so no harm, no foul. That didn't mean they weren’t still on thin ice with him, then they decided to do the incredibly stupid thing of risking his son’s AI’s life. They weren't going to know what hit them.

Invention: Donnie has never been the safest in his lab. He regrets that now more than ever, as his newest invention begins to malfunction.

Hidden City: The Hidden City is a weird place. so, when something weirder comes along they notice it. And rumors are a thing no matter where you live.

Warren Stone: Warren Stone is not the most intimidating figure, but he'll be damned if the relaxing date he had planned for him and his boyfriend was to be interrupted by anything.

Lou Jitsu: Splinter finds an old Lou Jitsu Movie, and he takes it home. He never meant for his boys to find it. (Fluff, Angst, Tots)

Snow Day: Mikey isn't the best at dealing with low temperatures. His brothers must deal with the aftermath. (Hurt/Comfort, Whump)

Sleepover: Everyone needs some comfort after the invasion, and since Leo can't be moved from the Med Bay, they'll have to make do. (Hurt/Comfort)

Mrs. Cuddles: How did Raph become afraid of Mrs. Cuddles?

Hypno: It turns out that Leo and Hypno have a lot in common. So, when they're not trying to beat the living daylights out of each other, they have a lot to talk about.

Turtle Tots: Turtle brothers have always been trouble magnets, which hadn't been great when they were younger. There was a reason Donnie invented his battle shell.

Rise: The Hamato children remember what it was like when they awoke their Ninpo.

@nickelodeon please bring back Rise!

[cleverhottubmiracle]

Nikki Glaser is steering the ship at this year’s Golden Globe Awards.Sunday, the annual celebration of what voters have determined as the best of the year across film and TV took over the Beverly Hilton in Beverly Hills, California. Glaser, as revealed during a nominations livestream featuring Mindy Kaling and Morris Chestnut last month, entered the evening not only as host of the proceedings but also as a nominee herself. The comedian, who recently called her viral Tom Brady roast “life-changing,” is nominated alongside Jamie Foxx and Ali Wong, among others, in the Best Performance in Stand-Up Comedy on Television category.Netflix led film distributors, scoring 13 total nominations leading into Sunday’s ceremony, followed by A24 with 12. The streamer also topped the field of TV nominees with 23 total nominations, besting the second-place distributor, HBO/Max (14). Films with multiple nominations include the A24-backed epic period drama The Brutalist, from director Brady Corbet, and Coralie Fargeat’s unparalleled body horror hit The Substance.The Bear, meanwhile, stood tall in this year’s class of TV nominees with five total nods. Hacks, Mr. & Mrs. Smith, and Monsters were among the series to have also scored multiple nominations.Below, see the full list of this year's winners.BEST MOTION PICTURE – DRAMATHE BRUTALIST (A24) - WINNERA COMPLETE UNKNOWN (Searchlight Pictures)CONCLAVE (Focus Features)DUNE: PART TWO (Warner Bros. Pictures)NICKEL BOYS (Orion Pictures / Amazon MGM Studios)SEPTEMBER 5 (Paramount Pictures)BEST MOTION PICTURE – MUSICAL OR COMEDYANORA (NEON)CHALLENGERS (Amazon MGM Studios)EMILIA PÉREZ (Netflix) - WINNERA REAL PAIN (Searchlight Pictures)THE SUBSTANCE (MUBI)WICKED (Universal Pictures)BEST MOTION PICTURE – ANIMATEDFLOW (Sideshow / Janus Films) - WINNERINSIDE OUT 2 (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)MEMOIR OF A SNAIL (IFC Films)MOANA 2 (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)WALLACE & GROMIT: VENGEANCE MOST FOWL (Netflix)THE WILD ROBOT (Universal Pictures)CINEMATIC AND BOX OFFICE ACHIEVEMENTALIEN: ROMULUS (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE (Warner Bros. Pictures)DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)GLADIATOR II (Paramount Pictures)INSIDE OUT 2 (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)TWISTERS (Universal Pictures)WICKED (Universal Pictures) - WINNERTHE WILD ROBOT (Universal Pictures)BEST MOTION PICTURE – NON-ENGLISH LANGUAGEALL WE IMAGINE AS LIGHT (Sideshow / Janus Films) - USA / FRANCE / INDIAEMILIA PÉREZ (Netflix) - FRANCE - WINNERTHE GIRL WITH THE NEEDLE (MUBI) - POLAND / SWEDEN / DENMARKI’M STILL HERE (Sony Pictures Classics) - BRAZILTHE SEED OF THE SACRED FIG (NEON) - USA / GERMANYVERMIGLIO (Sideshow / Janus Films) - ITALYBEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – DRAMAPAMELA ANDERSON (THE LAST SHOWGIRL)ANGELINA JOLIE (MARIA)NICOLE KIDMAN (BABYGIRL)TILDA SWINTON (THE ROOM NEXT DOOR)FERNANDA TORRES (I’M STILL HERE) - WINNERKATE WINSLET (LEE)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – DRAMAADRIEN BRODY (THE BRUTALIST) - WINNERTIMOTHÉE CHALAMET (A COMPLETE UNKNOWN)DANIEL CRAIG (QUEER)COLMAN DOMINGO (SING SING)RALPH FIENNES (CONCLAVE)SEBASTIAN STAN (THE APPRENTICE)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – MUSICAL OR COMEDYAMY ADAMS (NIGHTBITCH)CYNTHIA ERIVO (WICKED)KARLA SOFÍA GASCÓN (EMILIA PÉREZ)MIKEY MADISON (ANORA)DEMI MOORE (THE SUBSTANCE) - WINNERZENDAYA (CHALLENGERS)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – MUSICAL OR COMEDYJESSE EISENBERG (A REAL PAIN)HUGH GRANT (HERETIC)GABRIEL LABELLE (SATURDAY NIGHT)JESSE PLEMONS (KINDS OF KINDNESS)GLEN POWELL (HIT MAN)SEBASTIAN STAN (A DIFFERENT MAN) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE IN ANY MOTION PICTURESELENA GOMEZ (EMILIA PÉREZ)ARIANA GRANDE (WICKED)FELICITY JONES (THE BRUTALIST)MARGARET QUALLEY (THE SUBSTANCE)ISABELLA ROSSELLINI (CONCLAVE)ZOE SALDAÑA (EMILIA PÉREZ) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE IN ANY MOTION PICTUREYURA BORISOV (ANORA)KIERAN CULKIN (A REAL PAIN) - WINNEREDWARD NORTON (A COMPLETE UNKNOWN)GUY PEARCE (THE BRUTALIST)JEREMY STRONG (THE APPRENTICE)DENZEL WASHINGTON (GLADIATOR II)BEST DIRECTOR – MOTION PICTUREJACQUES AUDIARD (EMILIA PÉREZ)SEAN BAKER (ANORA)EDWARD BERGER (CONCLAVE)BRADY CORBET (THE BRUTALIST) - WINNERCORALIE FARGEAT (THE SUBSTANCE)PAYAL KAPADIA (ALL WE IMAGINE AS LIGHT)BEST SCREENPLAY – MOTION PICTUREJACQUES AUDIARD (EMILIA PÉREZ)SEAN BAKER (ANORA)BRADY CORBET, MONA FASTVOLD (THE BRUTALIST)JESSE EISENBERG (A REAL PAIN)CORALIE FARGEAT (THE SUBSTANCE)PETER STRAUGHAN (CONCLAVE) - WINNERBEST ORIGINAL SCORE – MOTION PICTUREVOLKER BERTELMANN (CONCLAVE)DANIEL BLUMBERG (THE BRUTALIST)KRIS BOWERS (THE WILD ROBOT)CLÉMENT DUCOL, CAMILLE (EMILIA PÉREZ)TRENT REZNOR, ATTICUS ROSS (CHALLENGERS) - WINNERHANS ZIMMER (DUNE: PART TWO)BEST ORIGINAL SONG – MOTION PICTURE“BEAUTIFUL THAT WAY” –– THE LAST SHOWGIRLMusic & Lyrics by: Andrew Wyatt, Miley Cyrus, Lykke Zachrisson“COMPRESS / REPRESS” –– CHALLENGERSMusic & Lyrics by: Trent Reznor, Atticus Ross, Luca Guadagnino“EL MAL” –– EMILIA PÉREZMusic & Lyrics by: Clément Ducol, Camille, Jacques Audiard - WINNER“FORBIDDEN ROAD” –– BETTER MANMusic & Lyrics by: Robbie Williams, Freddy Wexler, Sacha Skarbek“KISS THE SKY” –– THE WILD ROBOTMusic & Lyrics by: Delacey, Jordan K. Johnson, Stefan Johnson, Maren Morris, MichaelPollack, Ali Tamposi“MI CAMINO” –– EMILIA PÉREZMusic & Lyrics by: Clément Ducol, CamilleBEST TELEVISION SERIES – DRAMATHE DAY OF THE JACKAL (PEACOCK)THE DIPLOMAT (NETFLIX)MR. & MRS. SMITH (PRIME VIDEO)SHŌGUN (FX/HULU) - WINNERSLOW HORSES (APPLE TV+)SQUID GAME (NETFLIX)BEST TELEVISION SERIES – MUSICAL OR COMEDYABBOTT ELEMENTARY (ABC)THE BEAR (FX/HULU)THE GENTLEMEN (NETFLIX)HACKS (HBO | MAX) - WINNERNOBODY WANTS THIS (NETFLIX)ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING (HULU)BEST TELEVISION LIMITED SERIES, ANTHOLOGY SERIES OR MOTION PICTURE MADE FOR TELEVISIONBABY REINDEER (NETFLIX) - WINNERDISCLAIMER (APPLE TV+)MONSTERS: THE LYLE AND ERIK MENENDEZ STORY (NETFLIX)THE PENGUIN (HBO | MAX)RIPLEY (NETFLIX)TRUE DETECTIVE: NIGHT COUNTRY (HBO | MAX)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A TELEVISION SERIES – DRAMAKATHY BATES (MATLOCK)EMMA D’ARCY (HOUSE OF THE DRAGON)MAYA ERSKINE (MR. & MRS. SMITH)KEIRA KNIGHTLEY (BLACK DOVES)KERI RUSSELL (THE DIPLOMAT)ANNA SAWAI (SHŌGUN) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A TELEVISION SERIES – DRAMADONALD GLOVER (MR. & MRS. SMITH)JAKE GYLLENHAAL (PRESUMED INNOCENT)GARY OLDMAN (SLOW HORSES)EDDIE REDMAYNE (THE DAY OF THE JACKAL)HIROYUKI SANADA (SHŌGUN) - WINNERBILLY BOB THORNTON (LANDMAN)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A TELEVISION SERIES – MUSICAL OR COMEDYKRISTEN BELL (NOBODY WANTS THIS)QUINTA BRUNSON (ABBOTT ELEMENTARY)AYO EDEBIRI (THE BEAR)SELENA GOMEZ (ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING)KATHRYN HAHN (AGATHA ALL ALONG)JEAN SMART (HACKS) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A TELEVISION SERIES – MUSICAL OR COMEDYADAM BRODY (NOBODY WANTS THIS)TED DANSON (A MAN ON THE INSIDE)STEVE MARTIN (ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING)JASON SEGEL (SHRINKING)MARTIN SHORT (ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING)JEREMY ALLEN WHITE (THE BEAR) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A LIMITED SERIES, ANTHOLOGY SERIES, OR A MOTION PICTURE MADE FOR TELEVISIONCATE BLANCHETT (DISCLAIMER)JODIE FOSTER (TRUE DETECTIVE: NIGHT COUNTRY) - WINNERCRISTIN MILIOTI (THE PENGUIN)SOFÍA VERGARA (GRISELDA)NAOMI WATTS (FEUD: CAPOTE VS. THE SWANS)KATE WINSLET (THE REGIME)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A LIMITED SERIES, ANTHOLOGY SERIES, OR A MOTION PICTURE MADE FOR TELEVISIONCOLIN FARRELL (THE PENGUIN) - WINNERRICHARD GADD (BABY REINDEER)KEVIN KLINE (DISCLAIMER)COOPER KOCH (MONSTERS: THE LYLE AND ERIK MENENDEZ STORY)EWAN MCGREGOR (A GENTLEMAN IN MOSCOW)ANDREW SCOTT (RIPLEY)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE ON TELEVISIONLIZA COLÓN-ZAYAS (THE BEAR)HANNAH EINBINDER (HACKS)DAKOTA FANNING (RIPLEY)JESSICA GUNNING (BABY REINDEER) - WINNERALLISON JANNEY (THE DIPLOMAT)KALI REIS (TRUE DETECTIVE: NIGHT COUNTRY)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE ON TELEVISIONTADANOBU ASANO (SHŌGUN) - WINNERJAVIER BARDEM (MONSTERS: THE LYLE AND ERIK MENENDEZ STORY)HARRISON FORD (SHRINKING)JACK LOWDEN (SLOW HORSES)DIEGO LUNA (LA MÁQUINA)EBON MOSS-BACHRACH (THE BEAR)BEST PERFORMANCE IN STAND-UP COMEDY ON TELEVISIONJAMIE FOXX (JAMIE FOXX: WHAT HAD HAPPENED WAS)NIKKI GLASER (NIKKI GLASER: SOMEDAY YOU’LL DIE)SETH MEYERS (SETH MEYERS: DAD MAN WALKING)ADAM SANDLER (ADAM SANDLER: LOVE YOU)ALI WONG (ALI WONG: SINGLE LADY) - WINNERRAMY YOUSSEF (RAMY YOUSSEF: MORE FEELINGS) Source link

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Nikki Glaser is steering the ship at this year’s Golden Globe Awards.Sunday, the annual celebration of what voters have determined as the best of the year across film and TV took over the Beverly Hilton in Beverly Hills, California. Glaser, as revealed during a nominations livestream featuring Mindy Kaling and Morris Chestnut last month, entered the evening not only as host of the proceedings but also as a nominee herself. The comedian, who recently called her viral Tom Brady roast “life-changing,” is nominated alongside Jamie Foxx and Ali Wong, among others, in the Best Performance in Stand-Up Comedy on Television category.Netflix led film distributors, scoring 13 total nominations leading into Sunday’s ceremony, followed by A24 with 12. The streamer also topped the field of TV nominees with 23 total nominations, besting the second-place distributor, HBO/Max (14). Films with multiple nominations include the A24-backed epic period drama The Brutalist, from director Brady Corbet, and Coralie Fargeat’s unparalleled body horror hit The Substance.The Bear, meanwhile, stood tall in this year’s class of TV nominees with five total nods. Hacks, Mr. & Mrs. Smith, and Monsters were among the series to have also scored multiple nominations.Below, see the full list of this year's winners.BEST MOTION PICTURE – DRAMATHE BRUTALIST (A24) - WINNERA COMPLETE UNKNOWN (Searchlight Pictures)CONCLAVE (Focus Features)DUNE: PART TWO (Warner Bros. Pictures)NICKEL BOYS (Orion Pictures / Amazon MGM Studios)SEPTEMBER 5 (Paramount Pictures)BEST MOTION PICTURE – MUSICAL OR COMEDYANORA (NEON)CHALLENGERS (Amazon MGM Studios)EMILIA PÉREZ (Netflix) - WINNERA REAL PAIN (Searchlight Pictures)THE SUBSTANCE (MUBI)WICKED (Universal Pictures)BEST MOTION PICTURE – ANIMATEDFLOW (Sideshow / Janus Films) - WINNERINSIDE OUT 2 (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)MEMOIR OF A SNAIL (IFC Films)MOANA 2 (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)WALLACE & GROMIT: VENGEANCE MOST FOWL (Netflix)THE WILD ROBOT (Universal Pictures)CINEMATIC AND BOX OFFICE ACHIEVEMENTALIEN: ROMULUS (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE (Warner Bros. Pictures)DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)GLADIATOR II (Paramount Pictures)INSIDE OUT 2 (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)TWISTERS (Universal Pictures)WICKED (Universal Pictures) - WINNERTHE WILD ROBOT (Universal Pictures)BEST MOTION PICTURE – NON-ENGLISH LANGUAGEALL WE IMAGINE AS LIGHT (Sideshow / Janus Films) - USA / FRANCE / INDIAEMILIA PÉREZ (Netflix) - FRANCE - WINNERTHE GIRL WITH THE NEEDLE (MUBI) - POLAND / SWEDEN / DENMARKI’M STILL HERE (Sony Pictures Classics) - BRAZILTHE SEED OF THE SACRED FIG (NEON) - USA / GERMANYVERMIGLIO (Sideshow / Janus Films) - ITALYBEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – DRAMAPAMELA ANDERSON (THE LAST SHOWGIRL)ANGELINA JOLIE (MARIA)NICOLE KIDMAN (BABYGIRL)TILDA SWINTON (THE ROOM NEXT DOOR)FERNANDA TORRES (I’M STILL HERE) - WINNERKATE WINSLET (LEE)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – DRAMAADRIEN BRODY (THE BRUTALIST) - WINNERTIMOTHÉE CHALAMET (A COMPLETE UNKNOWN)DANIEL CRAIG (QUEER)COLMAN DOMINGO (SING SING)RALPH FIENNES (CONCLAVE)SEBASTIAN STAN (THE APPRENTICE)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – MUSICAL OR COMEDYAMY ADAMS (NIGHTBITCH)CYNTHIA ERIVO (WICKED)KARLA SOFÍA GASCÓN (EMILIA PÉREZ)MIKEY MADISON (ANORA)DEMI MOORE (THE SUBSTANCE) - WINNERZENDAYA (CHALLENGERS)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – MUSICAL OR COMEDYJESSE EISENBERG (A REAL PAIN)HUGH GRANT (HERETIC)GABRIEL LABELLE (SATURDAY NIGHT)JESSE PLEMONS (KINDS OF KINDNESS)GLEN POWELL (HIT MAN)SEBASTIAN STAN (A DIFFERENT MAN) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE IN ANY MOTION PICTURESELENA GOMEZ (EMILIA PÉREZ)ARIANA GRANDE (WICKED)FELICITY JONES (THE BRUTALIST)MARGARET QUALLEY (THE SUBSTANCE)ISABELLA ROSSELLINI (CONCLAVE)ZOE SALDAÑA (EMILIA PÉREZ) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE IN ANY MOTION PICTUREYURA BORISOV (ANORA)KIERAN CULKIN (A REAL PAIN) - WINNEREDWARD NORTON (A COMPLETE UNKNOWN)GUY PEARCE (THE BRUTALIST)JEREMY STRONG (THE APPRENTICE)DENZEL WASHINGTON (GLADIATOR II)BEST DIRECTOR – MOTION PICTUREJACQUES AUDIARD (EMILIA PÉREZ)SEAN BAKER (ANORA)EDWARD BERGER (CONCLAVE)BRADY CORBET (THE BRUTALIST) - WINNERCORALIE FARGEAT (THE SUBSTANCE)PAYAL KAPADIA (ALL WE IMAGINE AS LIGHT)BEST SCREENPLAY – MOTION PICTUREJACQUES AUDIARD (EMILIA PÉREZ)SEAN BAKER (ANORA)BRADY CORBET, MONA FASTVOLD (THE BRUTALIST)JESSE EISENBERG (A REAL PAIN)CORALIE FARGEAT (THE SUBSTANCE)PETER STRAUGHAN (CONCLAVE) - WINNERBEST ORIGINAL SCORE – MOTION PICTUREVOLKER BERTELMANN (CONCLAVE)DANIEL BLUMBERG (THE BRUTALIST)KRIS BOWERS (THE WILD ROBOT)CLÉMENT DUCOL, CAMILLE (EMILIA PÉREZ)TRENT REZNOR, ATTICUS ROSS (CHALLENGERS) - WINNERHANS ZIMMER (DUNE: PART TWO)BEST ORIGINAL SONG – MOTION PICTURE“BEAUTIFUL THAT WAY” –– THE LAST SHOWGIRLMusic & Lyrics by: Andrew Wyatt, Miley Cyrus, Lykke Zachrisson“COMPRESS / REPRESS” –– CHALLENGERSMusic & Lyrics by: Trent Reznor, Atticus Ross, Luca Guadagnino“EL MAL” –– EMILIA PÉREZMusic & Lyrics by: Clément Ducol, Camille, Jacques Audiard - WINNER“FORBIDDEN ROAD” –– BETTER MANMusic & Lyrics by: Robbie Williams, Freddy Wexler, Sacha Skarbek“KISS THE SKY” –– THE WILD ROBOTMusic & Lyrics by: Delacey, Jordan K. Johnson, Stefan Johnson, Maren Morris, MichaelPollack, Ali Tamposi“MI CAMINO” –– EMILIA PÉREZMusic & Lyrics by: Clément Ducol, CamilleBEST TELEVISION SERIES – DRAMATHE DAY OF THE JACKAL (PEACOCK)THE DIPLOMAT (NETFLIX)MR. & MRS. SMITH (PRIME VIDEO)SHŌGUN (FX/HULU) - WINNERSLOW HORSES (APPLE TV+)SQUID GAME (NETFLIX)BEST TELEVISION SERIES – MUSICAL OR COMEDYABBOTT ELEMENTARY (ABC)THE BEAR (FX/HULU)THE GENTLEMEN (NETFLIX)HACKS (HBO | MAX) - WINNERNOBODY WANTS THIS (NETFLIX)ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING (HULU)BEST TELEVISION LIMITED SERIES, ANTHOLOGY SERIES OR MOTION PICTURE MADE FOR TELEVISIONBABY REINDEER (NETFLIX) - WINNERDISCLAIMER (APPLE TV+)MONSTERS: THE LYLE AND ERIK MENENDEZ STORY (NETFLIX)THE PENGUIN (HBO | MAX)RIPLEY (NETFLIX)TRUE DETECTIVE: NIGHT COUNTRY (HBO | MAX)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A TELEVISION SERIES – DRAMAKATHY BATES (MATLOCK)EMMA D’ARCY (HOUSE OF THE DRAGON)MAYA ERSKINE (MR. & MRS. SMITH)KEIRA KNIGHTLEY (BLACK DOVES)KERI RUSSELL (THE DIPLOMAT)ANNA SAWAI (SHŌGUN) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A TELEVISION SERIES – DRAMADONALD GLOVER (MR. & MRS. SMITH)JAKE GYLLENHAAL (PRESUMED INNOCENT)GARY OLDMAN (SLOW HORSES)EDDIE REDMAYNE (THE DAY OF THE JACKAL)HIROYUKI SANADA (SHŌGUN) - WINNERBILLY BOB THORNTON (LANDMAN)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A TELEVISION SERIES – MUSICAL OR COMEDYKRISTEN BELL (NOBODY WANTS THIS)QUINTA BRUNSON (ABBOTT ELEMENTARY)AYO EDEBIRI (THE BEAR)SELENA GOMEZ (ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING)KATHRYN HAHN (AGATHA ALL ALONG)JEAN SMART (HACKS) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A TELEVISION SERIES – MUSICAL OR COMEDYADAM BRODY (NOBODY WANTS THIS)TED DANSON (A MAN ON THE INSIDE)STEVE MARTIN (ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING)JASON SEGEL (SHRINKING)MARTIN SHORT (ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING)JEREMY ALLEN WHITE (THE BEAR) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A LIMITED SERIES, ANTHOLOGY SERIES, OR A MOTION PICTURE MADE FOR TELEVISIONCATE BLANCHETT (DISCLAIMER)JODIE FOSTER (TRUE DETECTIVE: NIGHT COUNTRY) - WINNERCRISTIN MILIOTI (THE PENGUIN)SOFÍA VERGARA (GRISELDA)NAOMI WATTS (FEUD: CAPOTE VS. THE SWANS)KATE WINSLET (THE REGIME)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A LIMITED SERIES, ANTHOLOGY SERIES, OR A MOTION PICTURE MADE FOR TELEVISIONCOLIN FARRELL (THE PENGUIN) - WINNERRICHARD GADD (BABY REINDEER)KEVIN KLINE (DISCLAIMER)COOPER KOCH (MONSTERS: THE LYLE AND ERIK MENENDEZ STORY)EWAN MCGREGOR (A GENTLEMAN IN MOSCOW)ANDREW SCOTT (RIPLEY)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE ON TELEVISIONLIZA COLÓN-ZAYAS (THE BEAR)HANNAH EINBINDER (HACKS)DAKOTA FANNING (RIPLEY)JESSICA GUNNING (BABY REINDEER) - WINNERALLISON JANNEY (THE DIPLOMAT)KALI REIS (TRUE DETECTIVE: NIGHT COUNTRY)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE ON TELEVISIONTADANOBU ASANO (SHŌGUN) - WINNERJAVIER BARDEM (MONSTERS: THE LYLE AND ERIK MENENDEZ STORY)HARRISON FORD (SHRINKING)JACK LOWDEN (SLOW HORSES)DIEGO LUNA (LA MÁQUINA)EBON MOSS-BACHRACH (THE BEAR)BEST PERFORMANCE IN STAND-UP COMEDY ON TELEVISIONJAMIE FOXX (JAMIE FOXX: WHAT HAD HAPPENED WAS)NIKKI GLASER (NIKKI GLASER: SOMEDAY YOU’LL DIE)SETH MEYERS (SETH MEYERS: DAD MAN WALKING)ADAM SANDLER (ADAM SANDLER: LOVE YOU)ALI WONG (ALI WONG: SINGLE LADY) - WINNERRAMY YOUSSEF (RAMY YOUSSEF: MORE FEELINGS) Source link

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Nikki Glaser is steering the ship at this year’s Golden Globe Awards.Sunday, the annual celebration of what voters have determined as the best of the year across film and TV took over the Beverly Hilton in Beverly Hills, California. Glaser, as revealed during a nominations livestream featuring Mindy Kaling and Morris Chestnut last month, entered the evening not only as host of the proceedings but also as a nominee herself. The comedian, who recently called her viral Tom Brady roast “life-changing,” is nominated alongside Jamie Foxx and Ali Wong, among others, in the Best Performance in Stand-Up Comedy on Television category.Netflix led film distributors, scoring 13 total nominations leading into Sunday’s ceremony, followed by A24 with 12. The streamer also topped the field of TV nominees with 23 total nominations, besting the second-place distributor, HBO/Max (14). Films with multiple nominations include the A24-backed epic period drama The Brutalist, from director Brady Corbet, and Coralie Fargeat’s unparalleled body horror hit The Substance.The Bear, meanwhile, stood tall in this year’s class of TV nominees with five total nods. Hacks, Mr. & Mrs. Smith, and Monsters were among the series to have also scored multiple nominations.Below, see the full list of this year's winners.BEST MOTION PICTURE – DRAMATHE BRUTALIST (A24) - WINNERA COMPLETE UNKNOWN (Searchlight Pictures)CONCLAVE (Focus Features)DUNE: PART TWO (Warner Bros. Pictures)NICKEL BOYS (Orion Pictures / Amazon MGM Studios)SEPTEMBER 5 (Paramount Pictures)BEST MOTION PICTURE – MUSICAL OR COMEDYANORA (NEON)CHALLENGERS (Amazon MGM Studios)EMILIA PÉREZ (Netflix) - WINNERA REAL PAIN (Searchlight Pictures)THE SUBSTANCE (MUBI)WICKED (Universal Pictures)BEST MOTION PICTURE – ANIMATEDFLOW (Sideshow / Janus Films) - WINNERINSIDE OUT 2 (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)MEMOIR OF A SNAIL (IFC Films)MOANA 2 (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)WALLACE & GROMIT: VENGEANCE MOST FOWL (Netflix)THE WILD ROBOT (Universal Pictures)CINEMATIC AND BOX OFFICE ACHIEVEMENTALIEN: ROMULUS (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE (Warner Bros. Pictures)DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)GLADIATOR II (Paramount Pictures)INSIDE OUT 2 (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)TWISTERS (Universal Pictures)WICKED (Universal Pictures) - WINNERTHE WILD ROBOT (Universal Pictures)BEST MOTION PICTURE – NON-ENGLISH LANGUAGEALL WE IMAGINE AS LIGHT (Sideshow / Janus Films) - USA / FRANCE / INDIAEMILIA PÉREZ (Netflix) - FRANCE - WINNERTHE GIRL WITH THE NEEDLE (MUBI) - POLAND / SWEDEN / DENMARKI’M STILL HERE (Sony Pictures Classics) - BRAZILTHE SEED OF THE SACRED FIG (NEON) - USA / GERMANYVERMIGLIO (Sideshow / Janus Films) - ITALYBEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – DRAMAPAMELA ANDERSON (THE LAST SHOWGIRL)ANGELINA JOLIE (MARIA)NICOLE KIDMAN (BABYGIRL)TILDA SWINTON (THE ROOM NEXT DOOR)FERNANDA TORRES (I’M STILL HERE) - WINNERKATE WINSLET (LEE)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – DRAMAADRIEN BRODY (THE BRUTALIST) - WINNERTIMOTHÉE CHALAMET (A COMPLETE UNKNOWN)DANIEL CRAIG (QUEER)COLMAN DOMINGO (SING SING)RALPH FIENNES (CONCLAVE)SEBASTIAN STAN (THE APPRENTICE)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – MUSICAL OR COMEDYAMY ADAMS (NIGHTBITCH)CYNTHIA ERIVO (WICKED)KARLA SOFÍA GASCÓN (EMILIA PÉREZ)MIKEY MADISON (ANORA)DEMI MOORE (THE SUBSTANCE) - WINNERZENDAYA (CHALLENGERS)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A MOTION PICTURE – MUSICAL OR COMEDYJESSE EISENBERG (A REAL PAIN)HUGH GRANT (HERETIC)GABRIEL LABELLE (SATURDAY NIGHT)JESSE PLEMONS (KINDS OF KINDNESS)GLEN POWELL (HIT MAN)SEBASTIAN STAN (A DIFFERENT MAN) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE IN ANY MOTION PICTURESELENA GOMEZ (EMILIA PÉREZ)ARIANA GRANDE (WICKED)FELICITY JONES (THE BRUTALIST)MARGARET QUALLEY (THE SUBSTANCE)ISABELLA ROSSELLINI (CONCLAVE)ZOE SALDAÑA (EMILIA PÉREZ) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE IN ANY MOTION PICTUREYURA BORISOV (ANORA)KIERAN CULKIN (A REAL PAIN) - WINNEREDWARD NORTON (A COMPLETE UNKNOWN)GUY PEARCE (THE BRUTALIST)JEREMY STRONG (THE APPRENTICE)DENZEL WASHINGTON (GLADIATOR II)BEST DIRECTOR – MOTION PICTUREJACQUES AUDIARD (EMILIA PÉREZ)SEAN BAKER (ANORA)EDWARD BERGER (CONCLAVE)BRADY CORBET (THE BRUTALIST) - WINNERCORALIE FARGEAT (THE SUBSTANCE)PAYAL KAPADIA (ALL WE IMAGINE AS LIGHT)BEST SCREENPLAY – MOTION PICTUREJACQUES AUDIARD (EMILIA PÉREZ)SEAN BAKER (ANORA)BRADY CORBET, MONA FASTVOLD (THE BRUTALIST)JESSE EISENBERG (A REAL PAIN)CORALIE FARGEAT (THE SUBSTANCE)PETER STRAUGHAN (CONCLAVE) - WINNERBEST ORIGINAL SCORE – MOTION PICTUREVOLKER BERTELMANN (CONCLAVE)DANIEL BLUMBERG (THE BRUTALIST)KRIS BOWERS (THE WILD ROBOT)CLÉMENT DUCOL, CAMILLE (EMILIA PÉREZ)TRENT REZNOR, ATTICUS ROSS (CHALLENGERS) - WINNERHANS ZIMMER (DUNE: PART TWO)BEST ORIGINAL SONG – MOTION PICTURE“BEAUTIFUL THAT WAY” –– THE LAST SHOWGIRLMusic & Lyrics by: Andrew Wyatt, Miley Cyrus, Lykke Zachrisson“COMPRESS / REPRESS” –– CHALLENGERSMusic & Lyrics by: Trent Reznor, Atticus Ross, Luca Guadagnino“EL MAL” –– EMILIA PÉREZMusic & Lyrics by: Clément Ducol, Camille, Jacques Audiard - WINNER“FORBIDDEN ROAD” –– BETTER MANMusic & Lyrics by: Robbie Williams, Freddy Wexler, Sacha Skarbek“KISS THE SKY” –– THE WILD ROBOTMusic & Lyrics by: Delacey, Jordan K. Johnson, Stefan Johnson, Maren Morris, MichaelPollack, Ali Tamposi“MI CAMINO” –– EMILIA PÉREZMusic & Lyrics by: Clément Ducol, CamilleBEST TELEVISION SERIES – DRAMATHE DAY OF THE JACKAL (PEACOCK)THE DIPLOMAT (NETFLIX)MR. & MRS. SMITH (PRIME VIDEO)SHŌGUN (FX/HULU) - WINNERSLOW HORSES (APPLE TV+)SQUID GAME (NETFLIX)BEST TELEVISION SERIES – MUSICAL OR COMEDYABBOTT ELEMENTARY (ABC)THE BEAR (FX/HULU)THE GENTLEMEN (NETFLIX)HACKS (HBO | MAX) - WINNERNOBODY WANTS THIS (NETFLIX)ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING (HULU)BEST TELEVISION LIMITED SERIES, ANTHOLOGY SERIES OR MOTION PICTURE MADE FOR TELEVISIONBABY REINDEER (NETFLIX) - WINNERDISCLAIMER (APPLE TV+)MONSTERS: THE LYLE AND ERIK MENENDEZ STORY (NETFLIX)THE PENGUIN (HBO | MAX)RIPLEY (NETFLIX)TRUE DETECTIVE: NIGHT COUNTRY (HBO | MAX)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A TELEVISION SERIES – DRAMAKATHY BATES (MATLOCK)EMMA D’ARCY (HOUSE OF THE DRAGON)MAYA ERSKINE (MR. & MRS. SMITH)KEIRA KNIGHTLEY (BLACK DOVES)KERI RUSSELL (THE DIPLOMAT)ANNA SAWAI (SHŌGUN) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A TELEVISION SERIES – DRAMADONALD GLOVER (MR. & MRS. SMITH)JAKE GYLLENHAAL (PRESUMED INNOCENT)GARY OLDMAN (SLOW HORSES)EDDIE REDMAYNE (THE DAY OF THE JACKAL)HIROYUKI SANADA (SHŌGUN) - WINNERBILLY BOB THORNTON (LANDMAN)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A TELEVISION SERIES – MUSICAL OR COMEDYKRISTEN BELL (NOBODY WANTS THIS)QUINTA BRUNSON (ABBOTT ELEMENTARY)AYO EDEBIRI (THE BEAR)SELENA GOMEZ (ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING)KATHRYN HAHN (AGATHA ALL ALONG)JEAN SMART (HACKS) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A TELEVISION SERIES – MUSICAL OR COMEDYADAM BRODY (NOBODY WANTS THIS)TED DANSON (A MAN ON THE INSIDE)STEVE MARTIN (ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING)JASON SEGEL (SHRINKING)MARTIN SHORT (ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING)JEREMY ALLEN WHITE (THE BEAR) - WINNERBEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A LIMITED SERIES, ANTHOLOGY SERIES, OR A MOTION PICTURE MADE FOR TELEVISIONCATE BLANCHETT (DISCLAIMER)JODIE FOSTER (TRUE DETECTIVE: NIGHT COUNTRY) - WINNERCRISTIN MILIOTI (THE PENGUIN)SOFÍA VERGARA (GRISELDA)NAOMI WATTS (FEUD: CAPOTE VS. THE SWANS)KATE WINSLET (THE REGIME)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A LIMITED SERIES, ANTHOLOGY SERIES, OR A MOTION PICTURE MADE FOR TELEVISIONCOLIN FARRELL (THE PENGUIN) - WINNERRICHARD GADD (BABY REINDEER)KEVIN KLINE (DISCLAIMER)COOPER KOCH (MONSTERS: THE LYLE AND ERIK MENENDEZ STORY)EWAN MCGREGOR (A GENTLEMAN IN MOSCOW)ANDREW SCOTT (RIPLEY)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A FEMALE ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE ON TELEVISIONLIZA COLÓN-ZAYAS (THE BEAR)HANNAH EINBINDER (HACKS)DAKOTA FANNING (RIPLEY)JESSICA GUNNING (BABY REINDEER) - WINNERALLISON JANNEY (THE DIPLOMAT)KALI REIS (TRUE DETECTIVE: NIGHT COUNTRY)BEST PERFORMANCE BY A MALE ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE ON TELEVISIONTADANOBU ASANO (SHŌGUN) - WINNERJAVIER BARDEM (MONSTERS: THE LYLE AND ERIK MENENDEZ STORY)HARRISON FORD (SHRINKING)JACK LOWDEN (SLOW HORSES)DIEGO LUNA (LA MÁQUINA)EBON MOSS-BACHRACH (THE BEAR)BEST PERFORMANCE IN STAND-UP COMEDY ON TELEVISIONJAMIE FOXX (JAMIE FOXX: WHAT HAD HAPPENED WAS)NIKKI GLASER (NIKKI GLASER: SOMEDAY YOU’LL DIE)SETH MEYERS (SETH MEYERS: DAD MAN WALKING)ADAM SANDLER (ADAM SANDLER: LOVE YOU)ALI WONG (ALI WONG: SINGLE LADY) - WINNERRAMY YOUSSEF (RAMY YOUSSEF: MORE FEELINGS) Source link