#sacha baron cohen x reader

[bound-up-feelings]

hi! i love your work sm :) can you do one with sacha being really jealous of how close his s/o is with their male co-star and they end up having a nasty fight and he makes up for it later. like really angsty and smutty!! ;))

Well of course he's jealous

Your co-star is just getting really close and a little too friendly and, in his eyes, you're not doing much to stop them from doing anything

Of course, without him noticing you're telling them that you are not interested and that you are taken anyway

Now he does end up lashing out and making a complete ass of himself and ends up pissing you off as well

You even went as far as going to a friend to just cool off, they understood why and let you stay as long as you needed

The next day he goes to your friends house and asks to talk to you

When you eventually come out, he is immediately apologizing 

He even starts to get pissed again, but at himself this time

Eventually you end up forgiving hIM and you both go home

When you get there, the house is spotless, and he even cooked dinner in hopes his apology would bring you home

Of course, this is better than anything you could've expected 

He is attending to your needs all night long 

He is such a gentleman that he even goes as far as carrying you to bed and getting a bath ready for you

After the bath though things start to get heated

He's kissing you and caressing your body in all the right ways

Not even missing a spot on your body

His eyes piercing yours as he kisses down your body and begins to worship you in all the best ways

Let's just say that the night was dedicated to you and he made a promise to make you feel loved and cared for and he fulfilled that promise ten hold

(Hello! I am so sorry. This request has been in my inbox for a hot minute and I am just now get it out, please forgive me lol. i hope you enjoyed it!)

[esmericks]

New Additions... Again

Hello beautiful people! This is just a post to let you know that I am adding a few people to my request list. I have been getting loads of requests and I am honestly so grateful to every one of you. Unfortunately... I haven’t gotten around to any yet because I currently ( in literally two days ) am about to pass a huge exam period. Basically like SATS or whatever you guys have other there in the US. I am really stressed about it but I’ll survive. So when those are done I will get to writing right away. Thank you guys so much again for your patience and without further do, lets welcome these new people to our list! 

PS: I am only going to write for the characters the actors play not the actual actor/actress as I feel uncomfortable doing so. So if you would like to request a character played by an actor/ actress you love please do so BUT if you still send me the name of an actor/actress I will still take your request but will personally choose a character played by said actor/actress to fit the scenario.... *catches breath *

- Amanda Abbington aka John Watsons wife from BBC Sherlock (Yes... I have a crush on Mary from BBC Sherlock... and yes I would like to talk about it with a therapist.)

- Charlie Heaton (I like socially awkward nerds with big hearts)

- David Harbour (Currently re-watching ST and I love Giants so that's about all I have to say)

- Jason Momoa (Not really a personal favorite but a lot of people have been requesting him)

- Jessica Lange (Honestly surprised at how long it took me to find her hot, maybe its the AHS withdrawal that's making me feel this... anyways no regrets)

- Joe Keery (A lot of J’s... also I gotta give the people what they want)

- Kaya Scodelario (Started watching Skins a few weeks ago and just thought “Why not?”. Also this is for all you Maze Runner lovers)

- Oscar Isaac (I even suprised myself with this because for some reason my daddy issues have not yet picked up on Oscar Isaac... even though i have 60+ year old men on this list. I personally am more of a Pedro Pascal girl... but Leto Atreides... makes me get it. Also I’d totally bang his wife Lady Jessica but thats beside the point. Also Rebecca Ferguson has been on the list already for like 3 years)

- Paul Bettany (Are you even surprised?)

- Pheobe Waller Bridge (Underrated QUEEN. Also I have a thing for tall, dark haired, socially awkward, unconventionally attractive British people. *Cough* Sherlock Holmes aka Benedict Cumberbatch *Cough* *Cough* Severus Snape *Cough*)

- Sacha Baron Cohen (As I said I love giants)

- Winona Ryder (OH MY FUCKING GOD. How was she not on my list before. She is one of the most beautiful, inside and out people in the entire world. And Joyce Byers makes my mommy issues QUAKE. Not joking. Also underrated as FUCK.)

Anyways that's it for now. Hope you’re happy and request something for one of these people. Also If you would like me to add anyone else PLEASE ask me, honestly I love answering people. 

Also I NEED a Javier Bardem x reader fic cause he so SO FRICKIN HOT

ALSO fucking pray for me for my exams... cause I need it.

AND WAIT WAIT WAIT... Pleease ask me blurbs or little opinions on some of your character. Just like scenarios and mini imagines cause I love those... NSFW or not.

Thank you so much

Love you all

[silencethesigh]

Pickpocket

Monsieur Thenardier x Reader - SFW

"What've you got up that skirt, love?"

You feel the master of the house's gaze wandering, but his hands stay put. At least he's that much of a gentleman.

"Nothing for you," you mutter back softly with a hint of your usual humor with him, and he pretends to clutch at the open wound that is his heart.

"Mademoiselle, your words poison me," he says in an exaggerated posh accent. "No love for the maitre de maison tonight, eh?" He wiggles his eyebrows, clutching between his legs.

"Not tonight and not for a week, you dog!" the Madame's shrill voice sounds off behind him. "Just think, you're off with your pants undone while I cook and clean--!"

"You don't bloody cook, woman!" Thenardier moans, wincing as he's pulled by the ear, "And we make the girl Cofrette clean, don't we?"

"It's Cosette, you drunk bastard!"

You watch the tall ginger get dragged off by his wife, a salacious look on his face as he winks back at you, and wonder why the man has never made a real move on you. He talks a big game, always flirting with you, always making lewd comments and bragging about how he could make you scream. Yet he never does anything about it. You'd expect a man like Thenardier to feel you up any chance he got. Instead, he always kept a curiously respectful distance. Which brings you to why you were staying at the Thenardier's Royal Inn, of all places.

Due to unfortunate circumstances, you had fallen on hard times. Not much different than anyone else on this side of town, but at least you were still living, mostly hygienic and not chronically ill. You like to thank god for that every night, if god hasn't abandoned you for women with more coins in their purse. Needless to say, you had ended up dining at the local inn every night with what little money you had left. Their prices suited your poverty, so it was a good arrangement.

Ignoring the boorish man's comments, you sit down at your regular table at the back and order a slice of the regular shepherd's pie.

After finishing, you look out the grimy window into the night. Unfortunately, all the inn's rooms are filled with inebriates and hard working whores tonight, so you would have to sleep elsewhere. Gathering what little things you have, you give a small smile to the Monsieur, who is watching you leave with a funny sort of look on his face. Strangely sober.

Shrugging it off, you head outside to find yourself a place to sleep.

You feel hands on your back. As you turn around quickly, the hands slide downward, to grab at your ass. You try to scream, but threadbare gloves that smell of the sewer stifle your open mouth. You manage to muster up the willpower to bite through the disgusting garments, and get a quick shout of, "Help!" out before you feel a kick to the back of your knee.

You stumble to the cobble street, the slime of the day's dirt and rain staining the last of your pride. The hands are on you again, searching. They finally reach your coin purse, and stand up to make off with it. You try to grab him, and there's a struggle. It all ends with the sound of cracking, and the thief is on the ground.

You look up from your knees to see Thenardier himself, shaking his fist and swearing under his breath at the pain. He finally remembers what he's there to do, and offers you his hand. You look up into earnest brown eyes-- nothing like the ones he had shown you before while flirting with you. You take his hand, expecting him to lay the charm on thick now. Something for something; everything has got a little price. As you envision all the sticky kisses he would be sucking your knuckles with in a moment, you almost wish he hadn't saved you from being robbed.

Suddenly, your hand is free. Thenardier has turned around, head down. "You're alright then, yeah?" he mutters. You frown. Is he bashful about all this?

"Yes," you whisper.

"Right," he nods, shuffling off back inside.

"Wait!" you run after him, and he tenses when you put a hand on his arm. You slowly realize that him helping you up from your undignified position on the ground was the first time he had touched you. All the times he had acted like a pig, propositioned you, been overtly unfaithful in intentions toward you... what did it mean? He turns back around, a gentle, almost melancholy smile on his lips.

"Sometimes the song and dance is better than the man, yeah?" he mutters, fixing his hat back atop his head. "Everybody loves the landlord."

"And what about the man?" you ask. He straightens his ratty coat out and flashes a sleazy smile.

"The man don't get the bread, love." He pauses. "Wait a tick." He walks over to the unconscious thief's body, and plucks something from his coat. It's your coin purse. He pockets it, and you clear your throat.

"Monsieur?"

"Wha?" he asks, turning on his heel. You open the palm of your hand.

"You're forgetting something. That belongs to me." He gives a dopey smile, apology in his eyes.

"Right, right. Sorry, love. Sorry." He plops it in your hand, and takes your hand between his, shaking the purse. "Sounds to me like you have enough to stay the night with us."

"But you don't have any r--"

He gestures to the man on the ground. "Shush shush. One just opened." A smile grows on your lips, and the so called scum of Paris takes your hand, leading you back inside.

[ironmansuuucks]

this is utter garbage btw and the first thing I’ve ever written for sacha baron cohen lmao and I feel I need to adapt my writing style to suit him better but for a first try it’s okay I suppose hahah

hmu with some ideas about this man plz I need the inspo

sbc headcanon:

- he is 100% that boyf that makes u coffee/tea every morning

- and if he has time, sits on the end of the bed with you while you drink it before he heads to work

- or if he leaves before u get up, he has ur cup sitting out waiting, ready for you just to pour the water in

- slow mornings on the couch on sundays, you lying on his stomach listening to him chat about how he’d fix the world

- “enough of that.. fancy a cuppa?” As he would bring his face down to kiss u on the nose. “You read my mind”, “yeah well u keep out of mine.. u don’t wanna know what goes on up there” he’d tease, a quick wink

- that damn hair. It would be the death of you one day

- from the soft, dark curls when he had styled it, to the morning messy bed head

- constantly fighting the urge to run your hands through it

- being on the red carpet and just gushing every time you looked up at how handsome he was, just wanting to run ur fingers through those curls

- and oh, did he know how u felt about them

- “I’ll allow u to run ur hands through my hair if you let me tug at yours later tonight” he’d whisper in your ear, sending shivers down your back, trying hard not to blush

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 882

Pictures NOT mine.

Year posted - 2021

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"She loves me! She could never love someone like you!" Time shouted at the taller man, who in turn scoffed at him. "She could never love a thing like you, you are but a machine. What could you possibly offer her?" Stayne argued, making Time growl in annoyance. "I could offer her anything she desires." Time fired back. "And if she desires a child, how will you give her that?" Ilosovic smirked. And Time stood frozen, unsure of what to say. "What is going on in here?" (Y/n) asked with a stern look upon her face, as she barged into the room. Stayne froze in place the same a Time who remained stunned by Staynes previous question. "Well?" (Y/n) crossed her arms waiting for an answer. "We were just-" Time tried, putting on a false smile. "We were just talking about relativity." Stayne cut in, throwing out a random response. "Don't lie to me Ilosovic, I heard what you said, what you both said." (Y/n) hissed at the pair, taking a step back when Stayne tried to approach her. "(Y/n) please." Time tried as he rose from his seat. "Darling." Stayne reached out for her only for the pair to freeze when (Y/n) shouted. "ENOUGH!" She uncrossed her arms, glaring at the pair. "But I love you." Both men replied in unison, their confessions making (Y/n)'s heart ache. "And I you, but I cannot choose between you." She responded softly, her heart torn between the pair. They stood silent, both aware of the truth behind her words. "What if..." Time tried, freezing for a moment when Stayne glared at him. "What if you didn't have to?" Time questioned with a sheepish look upon his face, his words confusing (Y/n) and Stayne both. "What do you mean?" (Y/n) questioned. "Stayne is right... I cannot give you everything... I cannot give you children... But I can love you for all of eternity." (Y/n)'s eyes softened at his words, while Stayne glared daggers. "Stayne could give you children... And though I hate to admit it... He can also offer you happiness." Time continued, trying to ignore the cocky grin that bloomed on Staynes face. "But I cannot make you choose between us... So what if perhaps... Perhaps we could..." Time tried, suddenly finding himself unable to say the words aloud. "Out with it." Stayne insisted. "We could share?..." Time whispered meekly. "Share?" Stayne questioned, tempted to laugh at the notion. "Would both of you actually be willing to do that?" (Y/n) questioned almost as meekly as Time had suggested it. Her question freezing Stayne in his thoughts, wondering if that was something he would be willing to do. "I would." Time insisted, the two of them casting their eyes to Stayne. "Ilosovic?" (Y/n) called to him, his eye snapping to her face. "If it means you'll have me." Stayne smiled at the hopeful look upon (Y/n)'s face. "Then yes I would." He agreed. An uncharacteristic laugh escaping him when (Y/n) hugged him in her excitement.

[companionjones]

Your Trial With The Chicago 7

Pairing: Abbie Hoffman x Black!Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Trial of the Chicago 7 (2020)

Summary: You join the Chicago 7 in the protests that resulted in their famous trial. Abbie Hoffman makes his home by your side.

Warnings: CURSING, DRUGS, RACISM, SEXISM, !!VERY NEAR RAPE!!

Please take some time to sign some BLM petitions! Remember not to give any money to change.org because the money would go to the website, not the cause.

Author’s Note: Hello. This is my first story with a black reader. I am white, so I have been hesitant to define the reader’s race in any way, let alone make them a color that I am not. However, I wanted to make the reader black in this story for two reasons. One, I have seen both here and on tiktok black people voicing their concern about the massive disproportion of white readers over black readers. I hope to help even that out, even if I’m only capable of helping a little bit. Two, I feel a black reader will fit well in this story, given it taking place during the 60s Civil Rights Movement and black people’s tremulous relationship with the police. There is also a possibility that this might get a sequel (if I feel like writing one). If I do end up writing it, I have ideas to make the reader’s race much more relevant to the story than it is in this part. If you are black, feel free to critique my take on a black reader in the comments. Please enjoy.

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    You met him on the first night of the festival. Abbot Hoffman. Abbie. He was in the middle of a group, speaking about the injustices of society and how foolish the United States President was for sending so many American citizens to Vietnam. You found an empty spot in the group and sat to listen to him.

    A few moments after, Abbie caught your eye. He smirked and winked at you. Abbie went on talking.

    About twenty minutes after that, Abbie told the small group, “Guys, it’s an honor to have all of you sitting here, listening to me, but I’m afraid that’s all I got for you tonight. Please, enjoy the rest of the festival. Go see the band up there, or go bother my friend Jerry. It seems he’s still going strong.”

    Seeing that Hoffman was done speaking, you opened a book you had with you and started reading in the light of a nearby fire.

    “Medgar Evers. A good man.” Abbie commented on the book you were reading, an autobiography of the first state field secretary of the NAACP in Mississippi. Abbie took a hit of the joint he was holding.

    You nodded. “Yeah. I remember seeing on the news that they got him. I didn’t leave my room for a week. But I was only 16 then. People are dying too fast now for me to react. I haven’t responded like that to anything for a while now. Well, except for Dr. King...” you trailed off.

    Abbie sighed heavily. “Yeah. That shouldn’t’ve happened, either.”

    “...Do you want some water?” You offered your canteen and a change of subject. “I bet you were talking for a while.”

    He chuckled. “Yeah. That’s why I stopped.” Abbie slightly tipped your canteen in your direction. “Thank you,” he nodded. He took a few gulps, then handed it back.

    As you took a swig yourself, Abbie offered you his blunt. You shook your head. “I don’t smoke.”

    His eyebrows raised and he smirked. “What the hell are you doing here if you don’t smoke.”

    You giggled, “I like your ideas. For example, this war. Fuck this war.”

    Hoffman smiled, too. “Maybe you’d be more comfortable with Tom Hayden’s people.”

    “Eh, they’re too mild for my taste.”

    “That right?”

    You hummed. “Mhm. Plus, you’re here, aren’t you?”

    That got Abbie to laugh. “I’m honored.”

    Things went quiet between the two of you. Both you and Abbie were still smirking a little. There was definitely something there.

    Then, someone yelled that the police were trying to arrest Tom Hayden.

    “Speak of the devil,” Abbie chuckled.

    “Why would they try and arrest Hayden?” you wondered, turning your head in the direction of the growing commotion.

    “I don’t know,” Abbie’s puzzled voice replied. “Out of everyone here, I’d say Tom’s pretty low on their list.”

    Turns out, Tom Hayden got arrested by the police for a semi-legitimate reason. He let the air out of a police officer’s tire. You and Abbie later found out that he did it because the owners of the car were following Rennie Davis, who was one of Hayden’s friends. However, both you and Abbie knew Tom’s valid reasoning mattered nothing to the cops.

    The next day, you went with Abbie (and a few hundred other people) to bail Hayden out. Someone in the crowd was nice enough to let you up on his shoulders. You held up an American flag, too, just in case anyone forgot which justice system stood behind the pigs responsible for such a clearly targeted arrest.

    Some time into the march to bail out Tom, a couple frat boys started harassing you to put the flag down. Of course, they started calling you every racist and sexist name in the book.

    You didn’t respond to them, though. You kept your gaze straight ahead. You saw Abbie’s friend Jerry turn around. It looked like he wanted to say something to the frat boys, but you knew that would’ve been pointless. Abbie held him back. You were grateful that Abbie agreed with you, but then he glanced at you too. He was silently asking if you were okay. You knew that if you said the word, those frat boys would have more to deal with than Jerry. You nodded, wordlessly assuring Abbie that you could take it.

    Everyone made a left on 11th street. Cops were lined up as far as the eye could see. Thankfully, after a bit of arguing amongst the leaders, they started to tell everyone to go left on Roosevelt and head back to the park. Abbie and Rennie Davis, who was Tom Hayden’s friend were staying to post Tom’s bail.

    Sadly however, there was more bad news. When the crowd got back to the park, the were even more police waiting there. Shit happens when you don’t give protestors a place to go.

    Eventually, someone in the crowd shouted, “Take the hill!”

    You were scared. You were so scared. Soon after the chaos started, you were ripped off your friend’s shoulders by the same frat boy douchebags from earlier. They threw you on the ground. You never thought you would have no immediate reaction to tear gas, but the fear that coursed through you when those boys started ripping off your clothes took control of all the senses you had.

    Keep in mind, you only didn’t have any initial reaction to the tear gas. As soon as Jerry started attacking the guys attacking you, you started coughing from the chemicals. It only got worse from there. It felt like your entire respiratory system was on fire by the time Jerry got you on your feet. Almost immediately after that, you were knocked back down to the ground by a blow to the back of your head. You weren’t even hurting anyone. Your eyes weren’t even open. The police still had you on the ground, and they were still beating you with their batons and calling you primarily racist slurs.

    Somehow you were still conscious, and you heard Jerry defending you. “She didn’t do anything wrong! What the fuck is wrong with you?! I was stopping her from getting raped!”

    The cops stopped beating you. You had a feeling it was more about them getting tired of beating you and getting distracted than it was about them having any sort of a heart.

    Somewhere, you heard Jerry’s voice again. “Okay Y/n, they’re detaining me so just keep your head down--”

    “Shut the hell up,” one of the officers tried to interrupt.

    “--Just keep your head down, and get out of the way of all of this. We’ll find you,” Jerry finished, almost entirely unaffected by the police pulling him away.

    While keeping your eyes closed from the tear gas, you tried stumbling your way out of the park. Eventually, some medic lead you to an ambulance where you got patched up.

    You found your way back to Abbie some time later. He and a newly bailed out Tom Hayden argued for a bit, and at some point, Rennie asked Jerry how he was able to get bailed out so fast.

    “I wasn’t arrested, I was detained,” Jerry answered, “They couldn’t figure out what to charge me with.”

    David Dellinger, the leader of the Mobilization to End the War in Vietnam, and frankly a very stand-up guy, bluntly offered a possible charge. “Assault.”

    “The only people he was assaulting were the guys trying to rape me,” you responded without thinking. You shivered when you said that word. You wanted to disappear into yourself from hearing it. “And he saw those pigs beating me to the ground for no other reason than the fact that I am black, so they probably didn’t want Jerry pissed off and telling the story to anybody who would listen.”

    An uncomfortable silence settled over the group.

    “Who said I’m not still gonna do that?” Jerry mumbled under his breath.

    Abbie walked over to where you were practically tucked into Jerry’s side. “Are you alright?” He asked in such a sincere tone that it actually made your heart flutter.

    You must’ve looked like an absolute mess. There was still dried blood on your face and in your hair, even though there was some gauze wrapped around your head from where the police had first hit you. But the medics did say you were fine before sending you away. Then again, they had a lot of other people to deal with, so they could’ve overlooked you. You decided to go for the easy answer and tell Abbie that you were okay, even with those frat boys’ faces appearing on your eyelids every time you blinked.

    Tom and Abbie argued a little more, then Abbie took your hand and pulled you to your feet. He took you to an ER and didn’t leave the nurses alone until you got properly checked out.

    Interestingly enough, Abbie was glued to your side at all times after that.

    The real hell didn’t freeze over until a couple days later, the last day of the Democratic National Convention. The leaders of the anti-war groups were on stage in the park. You were backstage with Abbie because again, he wouldn’t leave your side.

    You found out later that it started with a kid climbing a poll. The police went after him, Rennie defended him, and Rennie got his head bashed in by the police. You didn’t see any of that. All you saw was Tom going up to the mic and yelling, among other things, “If blood is gonna flow, let it flow all over the city!”

    It was war trying to get out of the park, but you went with Abbie and some others to a foot bridge that would lead to where the DNC was being held. An army was waiting there for any protestors. Some people in the crowd threw glass bottles at the police. The police fought back with even more violence. Nobody would stop.

    Abbie took your hand in his and urged, “Come on, we can still get to the convention.” He pulled you in the opposite direction.

    Eventually, you, Abbie, Jerry, Tom, and 11 others found a footbridge that was unguarded. You all started to make your way to a bar called the Haymarket Tavern. It was a political hotspot. Your group made it in front of the picture window at the bar when you were all cornered by the police.

    You thought you were just going to be arrested, but the cops started to take off their badges and nametags. That was something you never wanted to see a cop do. A chill rolled through you that did not feel unlike the fear you felt when you were ripped off your friend’s shoulders at the march.

    Abbie subtly took your hand in his again, and for a second you wondered where you would be if the world was normal.

    You heard glass shattering before you felt it pierce your skin. You could have sworn you felt Abbie’s arms around you on the floor of the Haymarket before you could feel any pain. He was already inspecting you for injuries.

    “Are you okay?” he asked again later. You and Abbie were both handcuffed, and still at the tavern.

    “Eh,” you shrugged, and tiredly replied, “I’ll be fine.” You laid your head on his shoulder.

    Out of your peripheral vision, you saw Abbie give a bittersweet smile. He kissed your forehead, and leaned on you. “So will I, sweetheart,” he informed.

    As the adventurous few days you’d had finally hit you, you fell asleep on Abbie’s shoulder, exhausted. You stayed asleep for a few minutes before being brusquely woken up and taken away by the police.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heat and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics over on my page. I would also really appreciate a comment if you have the time. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

[mirkwoodshewolf]

On set visits; Queen x reader x Borhap boys pt. 1

*Author's note*

Alright so this part is broken up into 2 parts so here is the 1st part of the Bohemian Rhapsody film set visit. Part 2 will be up in just a second after I get done with this author's note. So expect some crazy stuff happening, fluffiness and the Rock Angel reminiscing on her past with the boys. 

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@psychosupernatural​

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@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

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*Sept. 2017. Filming Bohemian Rhapsody*

I almost couldn't believe it myself. I mean I knew that the boys were planning on a film about themselves and that it was taking them almost 10 years just to get it off the ground. But now after multiple rewrites of the script and better casting, the film was ready to get off the ground.

"So you're absolutely sure I can stop by whenever I feel like it? No matter how many times?" I spoke into my I-phone.

'Absolutely love, just as long as you don't spill any secrets.'

"Please Bri, when have I ever revealed anything to anyone about you guys?"

'Well there was the time—'

"That was a fluck and you know it!" I snapped.

'I'm kidding love, you've never spilled any secrets. You've gotten better at lying lately.' Brian chuckled.

"Well when you say it like that it makes me feel guilty."

'As it should love. So when can we expect you?'

"I'll try to get there before the filming starts, so I may end up going to bed now so that way I can get on the road early enough to beat traffic."

'I know Rog is looking forward to seeing you again.'

"I just did the summer tour with you guys, how could he already miss me?"

'It's a mystery to all of us, but he is your father after all.'

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay well I'll see you tomorrow Bri."

'See you then (y/n). sweet dreams and drive safe tomorrow.'

"Will do. Love you."

'Love you too poppet.' I then hung up and couldn't help but grin.

"You still going over to see them film tomorrow?" I turned and low and behold after a long day's shift there was my husband coming in from his police work.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat threw up." I teased.

"Ha-ha you're hilarious my love." He said as he undid his tie and unbuttoned his short. "So the film's finally taking off the ground?"

"Yep, and they finally found a better Freddie Mercury."

"Yeah cause I remember when you called and told me about Sacha Baron Cohen."

"I just couldn't stand the fact that he was wanting to expose the dark side of Freddie. I mean yeah he had the parties, and the drugs, the sex, but that's all what Rock and rollers did back in those days. Plus that's all he seemed to care about. The scandal that came with Freddie's name, nothing about the music. I'm only just glad Bri sided with me on it." I ranted as Jack came up after taking his shirt and undoing his pants and began to rub my shoulders.

"I know love. You're as protective of this project as Brian and Roger are. So do you know who exactly they got to play Freddie this time?"

"No, but I'll find out tomorrow."

"Okay well, my team's got a heavy lead on the case so I won't really be available tomorrow."

"I understand. Just—promise me you'll be careful my love. I haven't forgotten that one killer that shot you in the line of duty."

"I survived didn't I? Plus now we both have a bullet story to share." He leaned his forehead against mine.

"Not funny Jack." I muttered.

"I know. C'mon let's get some sleep. We both have got a long day ahead of us tomorrow." I nodded and then we both got into bed and we fell asleep.

Early the next morning I was on my way over to the set driving in my own car without a driver. As I approached the set gate of course I was stopped by security.

"Badge and proof of visitation ma'am." I handed him the badge that Roger had sent in for me and some documentation that I needed to show him saying that I was not only visiting but a consultant for the movie to help the actors get to know the true Queen. "Everything checks out Mrs. Kline, here you go and have a good day."

"You too uhh—Marvin." I read his nametag before putting my VIP badge around my neck as the gate opened and I drove on inside.

After about 10 minutes I finally was able to find a parking space. I got out of the car and locked it up before walking towards the set. I was told by Brian that the actors had been prepping for the biggest scene they were going to film, the Live Aid sequence.

When I came around and actually stepped up onto the stage, I was blown away and taken back to the summer of 1985. Jesus they—the production got every single detail down to the paint chippings. The rigged lights that Queen had the day they performed, Roger's kit and the grand piano with Freddie's Pepsi cups filled with beer.

"Oh my god. Jack if only you were here to see this." I muttered to myself. It was then I saw Brian talking to someone but—wait did he? Did he seriously dye his hair back to its original dark curls? I walked up to him but waited till he was done talking to some of the producers. Once he was I tapped his shoulder and he turned around and—oh wow I just....wow.

I don't know whether this is a prank or time travel does exist but I swear I'm literally looking at Brian the day I had met him.

"Okay it's official. I think I have finally cracked." I said as I placed my hand over my forehead.

"I'm sorry ma'am do you need to sit down or can I get you a cup of water?" Oh god he even sounds like Brian.

"Ahhh seems you two have already met. And here I thought I could surprise you." I turned and there was—Brian? My Brian with the grey curls now. Wait what!? What is going on here!?

"What the f—"

"Ah, ah language young lady!" Brian scolded.

"You must be the Rock Angel (Y/n) Kline, Brian and Roger have told us a lot about you. Pardon me, Gwilym Lee." He said as he extended his hand to me. I shook it and said in awe.

"Ahhhh, now I see it. Sorry Gwilym dear, never did I think I'd see two Brian's at once. I swear to god you look—exactly like Brian when I met him."

"Anita said the exact same thing. Cheeky woman was even trying to flirt with him." Brian said as he pouted towards the end..

"No she didn't." I gawked.

"I'm afraid it's true." Gwilym said with a blush. I shook my head softly laughing.

"Oh that woman I tell you what."

"Well I can tell you one thing I know a certain someone of the cast who will flip out once he sees you." said Gwilym.

"And just who might that be?" I asked him.

"The young lad whose playing Deacy, Joe Mazzello."

"Kept ranting on and on about your Live Aid performance and how you and Deacy used to interact with each other in your performances together."

"Ahh yes. Me and my dear brother mine." I sighed with a solemn smile.

"I—I'm sorry I-I-I didn't mean to......"

"No, no Gwilym it's fine. While sometimes I do wish he could still be around, I completely understand why he chose to leave the band. Hell without Brian and Rog I—I don't even want to think what I would've done after Freddie died." I soon brushed my sorrows away and said, "Now come here Gwilym I want to get a closer look at you." he came up to me and we stood face to face of each other.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and looked him up and down before cupping each side of his face gently.

"God they chose right for my Brian. I swear, it's like Gwilym is your long lost son Bri." I said as my eyes turned toward Brian.

"I'm beginning to think you might be right." Joked Brian. I stepped back from Gwilym and said to him.

"I can't wait to see the full Live Aid recreation with you all in full costume."

"I hope we do you proud Mrs. Kline."

"First of all, call me (y/n). Secondly, I'm already proud. From what I've heard from Brian and Roger, I have no doubt in my mind that we've entrusted the right group of actors with Freddie's and Queen's upbringing tale to absolute rock gods."

"You flatter us too much (y/n)." Brian gushed.

"Only because you old fossils deserve it." I teased as I stuck my tongue out at him to which Brian did his little eyebrow quirk at me. I giggled softly and continued. "Well before filming starts, I'm gonna continue to look around the set. I'm told the lower decks where all the performers were settled in are just like how they were when we were there. Ciao Brians'." I walked away from them with a wave of my hand.

After exploring more of the set design and going down memory lane it was then I came across another look-a-like. Holding the famed natural Fender precision Bass guitar and wearing that god awful tacky shirt that I secretly wished I had told him not to wear, and having the iconic mushroom fluffy hair was the actor who was playing Deacy, Joe Mazzello.

One of the hair designers was fluffing up the wig to make sure it was up to Deacy's standard. And god just like with Gwilym, Joe was practically identical to Deacy.

It was just like seeing Deacy again back when he was happy and content with where Queen was at, just before finding out about Freddie's illness (which I had found out from Spike several years ago that Deacy had actually known since the last tour Queen ever did with Freddie).

I smiled softly as I watched him get ready for the camera. His wide smile reminded me so much of Deacy's. Slowly I walked up towards him and as the hairdresser looked him over Joe asked.

"So how does it look?"

"I think you look terrific." I said.

"Wait who said—OH MY GOD!!!" he screamed as he turned around and saw me. Like all usual fanboys, he jumped back, his mouth was gaped and his eyes were wide.

"Close your mouth please Joe dear we are not a codfish." His mouth immediately closed.

"Y-you-you-you're....."

"The Rock—"

"Rock Angel." We both said together slowly. "Call me (y/n)." I greeted as I extended my hand out to him and he took it hold of it and shook it.

"I just—I can't believe that I'm-I'm-I'm actually standing beside the Rock Angel." I softly giggled.

"Just know that beyond the glam and the rock star female empowerment, I'm just a normal 55 year old woman."

"But you still look good." He said. I quirked my brow at him so he quickly tried to save himself, "Not that you're old or anything. I mean I don't mean to offend you I just....."

"Joseph. Relax dear. I'm not offended at all. Freddie always said that I would end up being an eternal beauty. At first I thought it was just Freddie being Freddie but as the years have passed I think he—that he must be behind giving me this youthful glow."

"The Rock Angel called me dear," he first gushed with a shy smile. "Sorry I just...... I grew up listening to your albums along with Queen and the first time I saw one of your broadcast performances, I kinda had a little crush on you" He said gently.

"Aww I'm flattered Joe, really I am." I said as I gently cupped the side of his face and gave his cheek a stroke of my thumb. At that point he looked like he was about to melt into a puddle with how much joy he was probably filled with. "Now Joe forgive me for saying this, how long have you been acting?"

"I was a child actor actually. I've—always been in the acting business. Why do you ask?"

"Well besides seeing some of my brother's features I feel like I've—seen you in something before."

"You might recall a little film that came out in the 90's known as Jurassic Park?"

"Wait hold on—you...." I gasped. "You played little Tim Murphy!?!"

"Yes, yes I was Tim Murphy."

"Oh my god. When that film came out my twin boys were literally obsessed with that movie. Would not watch anything else for a full year. They even wore out the old VHS tape we had for it. Oh my god how could I not recognize you sooner?"

"Well I was 8 just turning 9 while we were filming it."

"You had a birthday while filming?"

"Yeah. It was during the kitchen scene with the raptor. I actually got injured on that day."

"What? What happened?" he then proceeded to tell me exactly what had happened. Of how the raptor they used was on wheels and he was running toward the fridge and he was supposed to go left while the raptor was supposed to go right, but the guy controlling the raptor lost control and went the same direction as Joe and he ended up getting hit in the face with a metal claw.

And it was at that moment the director Steven Spielberg and the rest of the crew sang Happy birthday to him.

Then of course he tried to ask Joe at that moment if they could try it again, but when Joe proved he couldn't do it, they wrapped for that day.

"Oh you poor thing."

"It's okay, I survived."

"Well I hope you never suffered an injury like that since then. And on your birthday too? That's never a good birthday present to get a concussion."

"I was cleared out with no concussion, just a little dizzy and a bit of bruising."

"Oh I'm sorry love, it's my inner mother instincts kicking in."

"She always was an overprotective mother." We both turned around and I saw Roger walking up sporting the black beanie I gave him for Christmas last year and another actor who was sporting the Roger Taylor look he had for Live Aid.

"Oh look who's talking smother father! For years since I've known you you've been the definition of helicopter parent." I gawked at him. "You still sometimes even threaten Jack with missing out on our dates cause of our jobs."

"And I've always told you that boy would be trouble one day." He teased as he came up to me.

"Wow so it is actually true, you guys do look at each other as father and daughter." Said the young actor playing Roger.

"Yes Ben, my adoptive daughter (Y/n) Kline, otherwise known as the Rock Angel." Roger introduced.

"So you're the young actor playing my main father figure eh?" I said as I looked at the young man.

"Yes. Ben Hardy, it's a real honor to meet you in person Mrs. Kline. To say I was nervous to meet Roger is nothing compared to the thought of meeting you."

"Are you saying I'm intimidating and unapproachable?" I asked offendedly.

"Wha? No! No! God no I-I-I-I didn't mean it that way I was just...." I interrupted him with a laugh and said.

"Dear, relax. I was just pulling your leg."

"And be thankful she was. Otherwise, I'd beat your arse boy for insulting my daughter." Roger protectively stated.

"See there you go you old hypocrite. Besides Rog you haven't been able to kick anyone's arse in years. Don't want you breaking a hip now do we?" I mocked him.

"You're lucky these boys are here little missy." Roger scolded me.

" Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now then Ben, you were once on EastEnders right?" I said turning my attention back toward Ben.

"Yes. I played Peter Boyle on the show. My recent film before this was the new X-Men movie that came out about a year ago. X-Men Apocalypse."

"Ahh yes, my youngest son is always obsessed with all the superhero films. Marvel or DC. Now I'd like to see you two more closely, stand together." Both Joe and Ben followed orders and I looked both of them up and down.

Circling around them before cupping each of their faces once by one. And yes Ben was a bit more muscular than Roger was and of course they didn't get his hair right for this part in time, but there was just something in Ben's eyes that just made me think back to the first day I met Roger.

That sparkle of mischief but also protectiveness that shown through those blue eyes of his.

"That is most definitely my Roger. You both have the same spirit in your eyes. I can't wait to see how you play the drums up on that stage."

"Yeah, me neither." He said with a hint of nervousness. I then went over to Joe and cupped his face too. Just—my god just like with Deacy the profile was just uncanny. Of course, Deacy's eyes were more of a hazel type while Joe's were like a brownish type color. But I couldn't deny he looked so much like my brother. "And you my dear Joseph. Gwilym isn't the only one to resemble the man he's playing."

"It was kinda scary after getting the wig on. So much so that I called my mom and asked her what she was doing in 1983?" I laughed and said as I took my hands away from his face.

"Unfortunately, I can tell you for a fact that John Deacon is not your father. The only lady he's ever loved and will love is Veronica."

"I know." I chuckled softly.

"Now then Joe if you'll come with me there's important things I need to discuss with you."

"Like what?"

"You'll see. It was wonderful to meet you Ben, I hope we can get to know each other better later after you all film the Live Aid concert."

"Yeah of course, it was wonderful to meet you Mrs. Kline."

"Please call me (y/n). Dad you better not be too hard on this one, I like him."

"Don't worry I won't break him too much." The four of us went our separate ways.

Joe and I arrived at my trailer (all thanks to Rog and Bri). We entered inside and I told Joe to take a seat. He sat down on my couch while I went over to the kitchen.

"Tea?"

"Yes please. One sugar please."

"Just like how he liked it." I muttered to myself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing love, nothing." I prepped the tea for him and once it was done I handed him his cup and he thanked me. I watched him take a sip and he said,

"Ahh never gets old. I'm telling you after this I may just be the biggest tea fan ever."

"It is good for the soul. I myself have always found Jasmine to be the way to nirvana." I paused for a brief moment before saying, "Joe." He looked at me giving me his full attention, "As you know probably from weeks of research and maybe even from Roger and Brian themselves, Deacy chose to exempt himself from all forms of stardom. To live a quiet life with his family."

"Yeah. When I first got the part I did reach out to him on just any personal advice on certain quirks that he did. Cause even though I've played real life people before, this is the first time I'm playing someone whose still alive, and I wanted to do him justice."

"Yes, quite."

"However all I got back was just that he approved of the project and just for me to take it as any other actor would. Not that I'm saying that I'm mad at him for saying that. But I just—"

"I get it. Really I do." I took his hand and gripped onto it comfortingly. "Look. Ever since Freddie died, Deacy has been—grieving. Just like he did for me, it was Freddie who helped bring Deacy out of his shell and become more involved with the band. Not just being the bass player or the quiet guy."

"The King of the one liners, the tie breaker of Queen." Joe stated.

"Yes, although John could be loud and rowdy when he wanted to. He was definitely Queen's wildcard, but he was also their Ace. Unpredictable but incredibly brilliant. Never have I met a bass player quite like him. Nor do I think I ever will." It was quiet for what felt like forever when Joe asked me.

"Do you—do you still speak to him? I mean, cause I read that you both basically grew up close together, even for being 11 years apart from each other."

"Yes. We actually lived 20 minutes from each other back in our youth. He was and will always be my brother mine." I sighed heavily. "And to answer your question, I must remind you he's always been.....a cautious subject to me. Any remembrance of Freddie just makes him break, and as I'm sure you've seen from my concert footages I, sometimes, subconsciously find myself doing some Freddie movements on stage. Whether it's flicking my wrist like he did, strutting around the stage or waving my arms like he did. Deacy's.....he knows those things. But he's always there for me when I needed him. The last time was—on the tragedy of 9-11."

"Wait you mean....."

"Jack's cousin Jared and his wife Gen, they—they were on the plane that was overtaken by the terrorists. Took five days to finally find their bodies. Jared holding Gen in his arms. It was a risk but—I knew Jack needed more support than just his American family. So he and I went over to John and Veronica's place. We went at the early mornings of course just so that way no one would spot us driving in midday and try to track us down, then at sunrise we walked up to the door and—there he was. When Jack told him what had happened, he—actually invited us in and allowed us to stay the entire time. He ended up being the right support Jack needed."

"Your husband and John were close?"

"Oh yes. More alike than you know. Both incredibly talented bass players. That's how Jack got Deacy's approval when Jack and I started hanging out. He even gave my husband private lessons."

"Wow."

"Yes. They were practically inseparable the two of them for that summer. Even during their rehearsals, you would see Deacy go in the corner and practice what riffs he'd teach my Jack next. However that was the last time I ever actually saw Deacy, 16 long years ago. Haven't gotten in contact with him since. But occasionally, at least according to Brian, he asks them how I'm doing as well as Jack."

"I hope he's living a quiet and happy life with his kids and wife."

"I know they are. I still keep in contact with Ronnie whenever I can, sometimes we go out shopping, fawn over grandchildren pics, and just catching up. She was the mother I needed when I first had Kelly."

"Sounds like she was the ultimate mama."

"You have no idea." I felt Joe place his free hand on top of mine that still had his. I smiled softly at him before I got down to the real reason why I brought him here. "Joseph, now I know that when it comes to acting, Hollywood can pick whomever they deem worthy for a role, especially if it's for a real person. I'll be honest with you; hearing your American accent puts me a little on edge. Cause I have heard some pretty bad English accents on screen that just make me want to pull my ears off agonizingly slow. Now I know Deacy has probably the most unique accent from anyone in Leicester, I mean you hear my accent and I sound nothing like his dialect. So what I want to ask of you, just for the sake of you playing my brother, may I hear you speak with John's accent?"

"What-what would you like me to say?"

"Maybe say what you did for the audition. Or anything that comes to your head. It doesn't even have to be an interview Deacy did, I just want to hear your accent." He nodded before sitting back on the couch while I leaned back on the chair.

He adjusted himself before finally miming that he was driving a car before he finally spoke about when Deacy first joined the band. The one interview he did during the 'News of the World' tour with Bob Harris.

I felt like at that moment my heart had stopped. My hands slowly covered my mouth in a prayer style while the corner of my eyes watered. And sure there were certain words that he said that still sounded American but—this was my brother. I....I was actually looking at my brother right now. They got it right.

By the end of it, Joe looked at me and his eyes grew concerned as he said.

"Did I screw up?" I stood up from my chair in silence. I then walked over to him and knelt down in front of him cupping his face. A wide smile spread across my face as I immediately hugged him and softly sobbed.

"You are my Deacy! My brother mine." I then felt him embrace me back and the two of us rocked side to side. I looked up to the heavens praying that Fred was looking down knowing he would've loved Joe playing his Deacy. "If you ever need any advice or help, I'm here for you. Promise me Joe Mazzello that you will come to me with anything regarding Deacy."

"I promise (y/n)." he still spoke with Deacy's accent which filled me with both sorrow and happiness.

We stayed that way for god knows how long. After composing myself, we left my trailer when one of the volunteers came up to us and said.

"Joe, they're ready to start filming the concert."

"Shall we go on?" I asked.

"Yes, let's." God he had my brother's quick wit already. He crooked his arm out which made me grin softly. I looped my arm through his and the two of us walked on towards the Live Aid stage.

I stood alongside Roger, Peter Freestone (Freddie's former assistant and the other consultant for the film) as well as Brian's youngest daughter Emily (who in every way was so much like her father from the hair to the smile).

"I think this will be a great shoot, don't you think (y/n)?" asked Peter.

"Indeed Pheebs. And I'm sure Freddie would've loved to have seen it."

"He would indeed." He said as he wrapped an arm around me and soon Brian came and stood beside us after being backstage with the young actors who then came out just as Queen did that day back in 85. When I saw the young actor playing our Freddie, I was already impressed.

Sure he was skinnier than Freddie was, but seeing him move about just as Freddie did it was like I was seeing Freddie right before my eyes. The boys got into position and soon began to perform the entire Live Aid concert.

Besides actually being there and seeing them perform from the wings that day over 30 years ago, this was about the greatest concert performance I had ever seen.

The boys in full costume had everything down. Gwilym channeled Brian's solo on Bohemian Rhapsody, Ben was pretty impressive on the drums, Joe had Deacy's rhythmic moves down, and the young man playing Freddie he—it was beyond what I could imagine. He wasn't just moving like Freddie, it was like he knew why Freddie would move a certain way to a song.

I was in awe cause it felt like I had actually traveled back in time and was watching Queen's most historical performance once again. I stood behind Brian and wrapped my arms around his shoulders leaning up against his head smiling from ear to ear, I felt Brian take one of my hands and gently patted it every now and then.

When the Aye-Oh's happened I could help but lowered my head and holding my laughs of joy. I swear when this is over, I need to talk to this new actor playing Freddie cause unlike Sacha, this was our Freddie. Soon Hammer to Fall came on and I couldn't help but bop my head along to the song.

I felt a tap at my shoulder and I turned to see Emily holding her phone out with the notes app open. In the app it read.

'Is this how you remember it Aunt (y/n)?' I walked towards her and gestured for me to have her phone. She handed it to me and I typed out.

'Everything and more. God I wish your cousin Kelly could've been here to see this as well as your uncle Jack. They would've loved it.' I showed her my message and she came up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders as the two of us smiled happily up at the stage.

When Hammer to Fall concluded, the extras and even me and team Queen applauded. I let out a loud whistle from the sidelines as I applauded and took pictures with my own phone to show Jack and the kids later. Now I recall that it was at this time the guys ended up surprising me and the world with our duet "Set it all free" instead of the planned 'Crazy Little thing called love'.

Now I've been skeptical about having a biopic film about me, even though I knew both Queen and Elton were starting theirs at the same time, hell one of the producers Dexter Fletcher is currently directing Elton's film 'Rocketman' as we speak right now. So I didn't know if they would plan to do Crazy little thing or if they'd go the set as it was all those years ago.

I got my answer however when Ben started to play the drum intro to my song.

"You guys didn't." I muttered.

"We wanted to be historically accurate with the Live Aid set." Brian started.

"So we cooked up a little surprise for you." Roger said. It was then I heard the actor playing Freddie began chanting out along with the audience "An-gel! An-gel! An-gel!" it was then I saw a young girl come out and—by god it was like looking at my younger self from that day.

She was dressed exactly how I was with a pregnant belly suit underneath her shirt. Her hair was designed the same way as mine was, everything just took me back. Instead of a playback that the Freddie actor was using for all the singing, this young woman was actually singing and she had a pretty good voice.

I continued to watch in awe as the young woman basically became me doing each step or movement I did that day on Live Aid. I felt Brian and Roger wrap their arms around me as I couldn't even take my eyes off the young woman up on stage. I could hear the extras singing out the lyrics, even some of the crew members were bopping their heads and singing along.

She walked across the stage at the second verse right towards the Freddie actor and just like Fred and I did, they stood forehead to forehead singing the duet before she walked back out and went back to center stage. When the guitar solo came on, my eyes turned to Gwilym and he amazed me that he actually could do my hard rock solo.

After the song was over, the crowd applauded and cheered and I turned to the guys and hugged them and whispered into their ears.

"If this is you guys way of trying to get me to sign onto a biopic film......I'm highly considering it after seeing her."

"We'll introduce you later." Said Roger as we separated from the hug and we turned our attention back to the guys as We Will Rock you now began playing. I couldn't help myself by stomp my feet to the rhythm and mouth out the words.

I was just amazed by not only Gwilym's guitar playing but also the young man who moved just like how I remembered seeing Freddie move, using the mic stand as Fred always did (the cheeky man), even the facial expressions that he made were exactly like they were.

It wasn't until when 'We are the champions' came on that I could barely hold my tears in. Seeing not only Fred's actor but my actor singing the famed Queen anthem that has literally been played in every victory sport or award winning singing competition.

Seeing the two of them interact with each other, it was pure nostalgia.

By the end of the song, tears welled up in my eyes and I looked toward the heavens hoping that Freddie could see this and running through my mind I already knew what he'd say.

"Amazing jobs my darlings, not as fabulous as me but very, very close." When the extras and even some crew members cheered, Brian, Roger, Peter, Emily and myself all applauded and cheered for the boys and that's when the director called cut.

"This.....is gonna be a great movie." I said.

"I think so too. After just seeing them come together like that, I think we've finally casted the right people to play us." Said Brian.

"I agree you two, I'm liking what I've just seen so far." Roger said.

"And—I'm sure he would've liked this too." I said solemnly. I felt Roger gently rub my back and Brian said.

"I know he would."

After a few more takes of filming the Live Aid concert, the director said that it was enough for today. I walked around the set to find the producer Graham King and when I approached him I asked him.

"Graham tell me, who's the young man you got to play Freddie?"

"Oh his name is Rami Malek. His recent project was a show called Mr. Robot."

"Ahh yes I've heard of that, my Freddie is obsessed with that show. Never misses an episode."

"When we were casting Freddie I happened to come across an episode and when I saw him I—just thought I was looking at Freddie. So we brought him in, he gave us a mock interview as well as an audition that your boys saw when they first met him. And from then on it just fell into place. Do you approve of him? Is there a problem Mrs. Kline?"

"Absolutely not. Do you know where I can find Rami at right now?"

"Probably in hair and makeup getting undressed."

"Well, when he is done would you be so kind as to bring him to my trailer?"

"Of course (y/n)." I nodded in gratitude and walked off to my trailer.

I sat there once again on the chair looking through an old photo album. Each picture held a deep and personal memory for me, I thought back to the day that each picture was taken and remembered exactly what was going on at that very moment.

A knock was soon heard at my trailer. I composed myself with a deep exhale and said.

"Come in." the door opened and there without costume or the tache was Rami Malek.

"Graham said you wanted to see me Mrs. Kline?"

"Yes Rami, love please come in." he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. "Take a seat." I gestured towards the couch. He sat right where Joe had sat down earlier this morning and I said. "Would you care for a biscuit, or as Americans call them cookies?"

"Uhh yes please." I smiled and handed him a tray of biscuits I always kept around me (hey a woman's gotta have her sweet tooth fix right?) and handed him my best plate of chocolate chip cookies (all thanks to my mother in law's secret recipe). He thanked me as he took one and took a bite out of it. "Mmm. Oh my god," he cleared his throat and closed his mouth before finishing the biscuit up. "This is so good."

"Thank you, it was my mother in law's secret recipe. She passed it onto me shortly before Kelly was born." He took another bite of it and swallowed that piece before saying as he set it down on a napkin that I had also provided.

"What-what was it you needed to see me for Mrs.—"

"Before we continue, I'll ask you to call me the same way I've asked the other three of the band to call me. Call me (y/n)."

"Yes of course, (y/n). What was it you wanted to see me for? Is it to talk about what you saw out there? Did I screw it up already?"

"No, no dear relax. This is nothing in the way you're thinking." I saw him take a sigh of relief.

"Oh good. Cause I know I obviously wasn't the first choice for the job."

"In my books Rami, you should've been the first one to be called for the role."

"Really?"

"Oh yes, but first there's a couple of questions that I want to ask you that Brian and Roger might not have asked you, and I want you to answer them as Freddie would've."

"Okay." I smiled softly and stood up from my seat as I set the phot album aside.

"Who is Queen not without?"

"That's easy. It's you darling. There's no Queen without their beloved Rock Angel, and no Rock Angel without her four aging Queens." I felt my heart clench at hearing Rami speak with a British tone. The softness of his voice almost sounded identical to Freddie's voice. I turned towards him and walked towards the kitchen area of my trailer.

"Who is it that you trust the most?"

"Mary. Mary is the one I trust the most. For she knows me like no one else ever will." I reached the kitchen and rested my hand against the island.

"Who are you?" Rami looked at me before finally answering something that would forever stun me.

"I've been asked that all my life. By my family, student peers, professors, the entire world. I've been told who I should strive to be but I say fuck what they say. They don't define me. No, I decided who I am. I'm going to be what I was born to be. A performer who gives the people what they want." He pointed towards the ceiling as he whispered, "touch of the heavens." He dropped his hand before finally answering, "Freddie Fucking Mercury."

My lips quivered and I ducked my head as tears began falling down my face for—god knows how many times right now.

"Oh (y/n) I—I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry, I—did I say something wrong?" Rami said urgently as he stood up and stood in front of me.

"No." I choked out. I sniffled and that's when he handed me a tissue. Oh ever the kind gentleman and concerned about my wellbeing, just like Freddie was. "No you—you've prove to me that you know just who Freddie truly was."

"Didn't want to be put in a certain category or be stereotyped." He said. I nodded as I wiped my tears with the tissue he had given me.

"For as long as I have known Freddie, especially to his last, various people have chosen one of two sides. There's the one side that the press made him out to be. The one that-that—bastard Cohen wanted to portray Freddie as. The wild, crazed, homosexual drug addict. That he deserved what he had gotten because he was so reckless and stupid. That AIDS was his form of suicide. Never did I want to punch and murder so many people. Every time I got asked about whether Freddie's death was his own fault, I just wanted to rip the interviewer apart."

"I can see why. I bet a lot of true fans and the people who knew Freddie well would've done what you've felt like doing."

"But people like you Rami, who understand that Freddie wasn't just a frontman or greatest performer to ever live. That he did come from a harsh background but rose above all the trials and tribulations that came his way to define himself as he sought out to be. That's why he was my biggest idol." I grabbed the photo album and sat down on the couch and opened it up taking out a picture that was always a favorite of mine.

It was a picture that Deacy took of Freddie and I together just after my very first performance as the Rock Angel at Madison Square Garden. Fred's arms wrapped around me as he had picked me up, huge wide smiles were spread across our faces. I felt a dip on my left side I looked up to see Rami sitting close beside me. He looked down at the picture before saying.

"Was this your first performance?"

"Yes. Out of four members of Queen, it was Freddie Mercury who truly believed that I could make a name for myself in the industry. Taught me everything there was into getting the self-confidence I needed to get up on that stage. Sure we had our ups and downs, but through all the falls we had, he never gave up on me. He gave up on no one that he loved. And Rami," we looked at each other and I told him the utmost truth, "If he were alive today, he would've loved you."

He smiled as I gently touched his cheek and the two of us looked through my photo album of every picture Freddie and I took throughout the 11 years I knew him.

At the end of the day, just before the four boys left to go hang out at a pub nearby, I stepped in and offered.

"Why not have dinner over at my place boys?"

"Oh we couldn't impose." Said Joe.

"Nonsense Joe, I insist and I won't take no for answer. Plus it'll be a more homely environment. You boys can't live on catering and pub foods for the next several months to a year. No I absolutely won't have it."

"Best go along with her boys, she got her persuasion from the best there was." Roger added in.

"Well—if you think it's a good idea." Said Gwilym.

"Of course it is. Now come on, you four can fit in my car. Let's go. Meet you there Brian and Roger?"

"We'll be right behind you love." Said Brian. I gestured the boys to follow me to my car. Ben sat up in the passenger seat, Joe sat behind him, Rami was in the middle and Gwilym sat behind me. I turned the engine on and told everyone to buckle up (mama instincts what can I say?) and we pulled out of the gate and I drove us on home.

"So (y/n), what other kind of music do you listen to?" asked Joe.

"Whatever song has a good voice and a good beat, with no autotune I will love. You can look through my Spotify and see what I have." Ben took my phone out of the phone holder and turned around as Joe took over the controls and went to my Spotify.

"Wow there are a lot of songs. And I thought you would've just stuck with what you grew up on."

"Unlike most rockstars like Roger who think everything after 1979 basically became trash music with the rise of pop or as they called it 'disco'. I'm a little more open minded. But I deny all songs that use explicit language every three words, degrading women, or promotes violence."

"You even got some old Christina Aguilera songs on here?" asked Rami.

"Who do you think helped produce her?"

"Shut the front door. You produced Christina Aguilera?"

"Yeah. I even gave her rights to a song that I wanted to do. But even singing it brought back some old wounds. So since I was helping her produce her album at the time, I turned to song over to her."

"What song was it?" asked Ben.

"Fighter."

"Shut up! That was literally my jam."

"I can attest to that. Throughout the filming of The Pacific, he would never shut that song off when getting into Eugene's character for certain episodes." Rami rose his hand.

"Yeah. I have an entire playlist of some songs I helped produce or make. You can play that playlist if you'd like. Or my typical playlist my boys best songs."

"I think in the light of our first day filming, we should go with Queen. What do you guys say?" Joe asked.

"Agree."

"Yep."

"Oh yeah."

"Aright then Joe, we'll each pick our favorite Queen song. You're up first little Tim." He grinned and scrolled through my playlist until Somebody to love came up on the speakers. "Read my mind Joseph." The piano began playing and that's when I vocalized alongside Freddie and the five of us began singing the song at the top of our lungs.

The entire car ride contained each of us picking our top favorite songs. Ben did 'White Queen' which I commended on him cause people nowadays tend to forget the old Queen songs, Gwilym picked Love of my Life, Rami chose Radio Gaga, and I, of course chose Bohemian Rhapsody.

Thanks to Wayne's world (yes I saw the movie and yes it was silly but just the opening scene alone made the movie worth watching) we basically did the same motion by motion that those boys did in the film when the operatic section came on. And of course when the headbanging rock out came on, the boys proceeded to bang their hands while I did mine not as aggressively (responsible driving kids!)

We continued to rock out to the song and it wasn't until by the end of the song that we soon arrived at my home. I pulled the car up into the garage and hit the clicker button which opened up the garage door and I pull inside just as the last line came up and Roger's gong rang off. I shut the engine and said.

"Here we are boys, welcome to casa de la Kline." We all exited out of my car and right behind us as scheduled were Brian and Roger with Bri getting out of the driver's seat. "Bout time you two got here, I was beginning to worry that I'd need to call in an ambulance."

"We're old dear, not dead." Roger sassed at me.

"But I still love you old coots. Just like I said all those years ago."

"That I do remember, the day right after you got so shitfaced after your 21st birthday. You remember that Brian?" Roger said.

"Indeed I do Rog, I even remember what we did to her to get her to apologize, think we need to do it again?"

"That might have to be arranged."

"Oh no you guys don't! We're not doing that now, now let's get inside before we all catch a cold." I guided them all inside. Once we stepped through the backdoor of the garage I could already smell something cooking, and I knew who exactly was cooking at this rate. "Baby! I'm home!" I called out from the hallway.

We turned the corner and soon came to the kitchen where a young man of 19 (going on 20 in a couple months) stood by the oven. He shut it off and turned around. He was every bit like his father when I first met him back in '83, but he had my eyes. When he saw me, he softly smiled and I came up to him.

"Sorry I didn't call in advance telling you that we would have more guests than your uncles."

"No worries mom. You know I've always cooked way more than I should." I smiled and cupped his face and we kissed each other's cheek. "Uncle Brian, uncle Roger."

"Hello Fred." Brian greeted.

"Hey lad, how's school been?"

"Oh you know, NYU's a challenge but I manage." He then directed his attention towards the young actors but when he eyes landed on Rami, he quickly grabbed my arm and whispered to me. "You didn't tell me you'd be bringing Rami Malek to our house!"

"Again slipped my mind." I teased him.

"Mom how dare you bring my celebrity crush here without telling me, look at me I'm a mess."

"Oh you're fine. Now best behavior." I wrapped an arm around my son and said. "Boys, this is my youngest son Freddie Mercury Kline. Fred, these are the boys that will be playing your uncles. This is Joe Mazzello, he'll be playing your uncle Deacy. Ben Hardy who's playing your old uncle Roger."

"Watch it lion cub." Rog warned me. I gave him a cheeky look before continuing the introductions.

"Gwilym Lee will be playing your uncle Brian, and you know Rami, he'll be playing the man you were named after."

"Uncle Freddie?"

"Yes. And—from what I've seen so far, you'll finally get to meet him through the screen."

"I don't doubt that. I'm a big fan of yours Rami, your role in Mr. Robot has been—amazing."

"I'm honored."

"Alright since we've all had a long day today, let's get some grub. Everyone grab a plate." I grabbed some extra plates from the cabinet and handed four plates out to the actors and we all assembled around the island to grab a piece of lasagna, peas, mashed potatoes with gravy and Hawaiian rolls.

Once we gathered around the table I set out the iced tea Jack had made a couple of days ago as well as some champagne or wine. "Okay guys, before we dig in I want all hands on deck." I extended my hand out.

Freddie immediately placed his hand on top of mine, Brian and Rog soon followed after and it was then Rami, Gwilym, Joe and finally Ben placed their hands on top.

"Thank you for this family, thank you for this meal. Thank you for this day. It'll be a wild ride, but I feel this movie will soar, and—that this new family will forever stay." I said ending the traditional family prayer. The young actors looked at me with warm eyes and soft smiles.

"Alright, let's dig in. You boys will never eat the same way again once you taste (y/n)'s cooking." Roger said.

"That bad?" joked Joe. I gawked at the young cheeky actor.

"On the contrary she's the best chief on this side of London. Even when she was an intern she made us this one Christmas pudding that was to die for." Brian spoke on my behalf.

"It's true. She put all the other PTA mom's to shame when it came to my school's bake sales." Freddie said as he took a bite of his lasagna.

The entire dinner was filled with talks about our lives, stories and embarrassing moments in life. Not a single person was excluded from a conversation. After dinner, Rami and Gwilym helped Freddie with the dishes while I got some other scrapbooks out and bonded a bit with Ben and Joe about my time with Rog and Deacy.

"Now this Joe was taken during my first Japan tour. At the very garden where Queen went to near the Tokyo tower, Deacy refused to let me leave without having a cherry blossom crown."

"He seems to be doing good in the picture."

"Except one twig got so tangled in my hair it literally took 15 minutes just to get it out." We both laughed before I turned the page and found a great picture of me and Roger. "Now this picture Ben, both Roger and I have this picture, this was taken after my first Hyde Park performance."

"She performed to an audience of half of what Queen did when we performed at Hyde Park." Roger spoke.

"She could've performed for more but times changed and better security measure for the public's safety prevented it from happening again." Brian added.

"One thing's for sure, I was damn well proud of her for performing at her biggest crowd at the time just barely two years into her career." Roger spoke again. I looked up and winked at him.

"You guys really do have that father-daughter bond don't you?" Joe said.

"Have ever since she gave me the real 1 and 3/7th's sugar."

"It wasn't until Brian told me the next day that Roger just says that to pull people's leg. God I felt embarrassed after that."

"Aww lovie, but it was due to that I became your favorite. And I don't regret it as I'm sure you don't."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." As Gwilym, Rami and Freddie came back in I continued going through the scrapbook sharing my photos of my days with Queen with the boys, and allowing Freddie to finally hear all the stories that he was denied cause of my grief.

As the night got darker and darker, the young actors at this moment were so full of food and exhausted from a long day's filming they actually passed out along my living room. Joe and Ben cuddled up on the couch, Rami asleep on the recliner, while Gwilym was curled up along the loveseat.

Meanwhile I was watching over them and couldn't help but think it was like seeing my boys all over again. I remember back when I was still an intern and would see the guys all passed out whether at Freddie's parties or in the studio, I always had to provide the guys comfort (which I never minded). So seeing these four young men passed out just brought me a sense of nostalgia.

"I got the spare blankets mom."

"Thank you dear. Your uncles tucked in the spare bedrooms?"

"Uncle Brian's in the room across yours and dad's and uncle Roger is in Georgie's old room."

"Good boy." I then proceeded to cover up and adjust the young actors. I wrapped both Joe and Ben in the same blanket and closed Joe's mouth gently so that he wouldn't drool in his sleep, followed by giving them each a soft kiss goodnight. Without trying to wake him up, I uncurled Gwilym from his pretzel position and covered him up.

I gingerly stroked through his hair before placing a soft kiss to his temple. He groaned and lifted his head up which allowed me to place a pillow underneath him. He hummed in content as he snuggled into it. I then went over to Rami and adjusted the seat so that he would be more comfortable. Pressing the button on our automatic recliner, his legs slowly rose up before finally stopping in full recliner mode.

I tucked him in while looking down at him. God even without the tache it was like looking at Freddie from when I first met him in person at a concert, long before I became an intern. I gently kissed his cheek before faintly stroking his cheek.

Sitting outside along the deck, Freddie and I were looking up at the stars.

"So you think this movie's gonna be a hit?"

"Critics are always hard to please, no matter if it's music or movies. From what I've read of the script yes there's misinformation but that's why it's called a biopic. There's some truth but it's the touch of Hollywood in order to make the film not a boring documentary. But those four boys, they are just how I remember your uncles being when I not only worked with them, but grew up with them hearing their music."

"I wish I had gotten the chance to meet uncle Freddie." Fred said after a brief moment of silence. I turned to him to see him looking down sadly.

"So do I love. He would've loved you as much as he did your brothers and sister. And he would've been over the moon had he found that I had named you after him." I brought my baby close and he wrapped his arms around me as we both looked up at the moon and the stars together.

The star right by the moon glowed the brightest, the very same star that shined just as bright the night after the tribute concert we did back in '92. I couldn't help as a tear slid down my face and a smile spread across my face.

I knew that it was Freddie's star, telling me that he was watching us and that he was proud.

[petersasteria]

168 Hours - Haz Osterfield

☆ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 + 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 ☆

SERIES MASTERLIST || HO MASTERLIST

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

MAIN CAST

Jacob Tremblay as Harley James Osterfield

Asa Butterfield Amadis the Angel of Wishes

You as Y/N Y/L/N

Harrison ‘Haz’ Osterfield as Himself

Thomas Stanley Holland as Himself

SUPPORTING CAST

Timotheé Chalamet as Himself

Saoirse Ronan as Herself

Bradley Will Simpson as Himself

Finn Wolfhard as Finn the Angel

Keanu Reeves as Jesus

Morgan Freeman as God

Aidan Gallagher as Saint Thomas Aquinas

Jaeden Martell as Saint Christopher

Anthony Mackie as Saint Anthony of Padua

EXTRAS

Florence Pugh as Florence, the girl from Chapter 11

Octavia Spencer as The lady with the guitar from Chapter 4

Leslia Mann as Mrs. Smith

Noah Jupe as Jack Smith

Chloe Grace Moretz as Chloe from Chapter 6 and 13

Donald Glover as The man in charge from Chapter 12

Sacha Baron Cohen as Man 1

Bill Hader as Man 2

Jason Sudeikis as Man 3

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

Dear anyone still reading this,

If you’re reading this, sit back, relax, and enjoy reading this farewell letter.

When I started this series, I honestly thought it would be a hit. I overestimated it and I kind of got disappointed when it wasn’t well-received. Meaning, the notes didn’t meet my expectations. For the first three chapters, I literally had zero notes and I’m not exaggerating. I was baffled because I thought to myself, “this plot is so unique and it’s Haz. It’s basically really good” and I thought that unique plot + Haz = best fic ever. I thought wrong, apparently. However, I kept writing it because I have readers on Wattpad too and they really love this series. That made me continue it.

I got sidetracked in the middle of writing this series and I paused production because I wasn’t in the right state of mind and my mental health was declining. So, I had to temporarily let this fic go. I didn’t want to write a chapter just because I had to. My loyal readers don’t deserve a half-assed chapter, they deserve so much more than that. I took my time in writing this series and that’s where I finally cracked and asked help from my irl friends. They’re the reason why this series just became better than I had imagined in my head. Without them, I wouldn’t know what to do and this is probably still on hold.

@lovingsiriusoswald​ thank you for sending me writing generators and for letting me read your prompts whenever I need an idea for something. I just want to let you know that this series was born from a writing generator and one of your prompts. I love you.

@croissantwriting​ thank you for taking a time of your day to join in brainstorming. I appreciate it. I love you. Welcome to my world x

@blueleatherbag​ thank you for everything. You’ve been here since day one, sis. You’ve been supporting this series since it was still brainstorming about it on Messenger. Thank you for listening to my thoughts and for helping me and for supporting me. You deserve the world and I’d be lost without you because you even make sure my things are intact just the way I like it. You do all of those without asking for anything in return and I honestly don’t know how to repay you. You’re a great friend and I love you.

I hope all of you enjoyed this series as much as I loved writing it. This series is my baby and I love it so much and it means a lot to me. If you’ve read this series since day one, thank you so much for the support.

Whether you’ve been reading this series since day one or if you just started yesterday, thank you for allowing this small piece of me become a part of your life.

I hope I see you all on my future works. I love you and thank you.

Love,

K.

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𝐇𝐀𝐙 𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @abrielleholland​​​​ @silencetheslaves​​​  @imeanlifesabitshit​ @joyleenl​​​ @hjoficrecs @blueleatherbag​ @poguesholland @harryismysunflower​ @lonikje @lizzyosterfield​ @turtoix​ @badreputationlove​ @starlight-starks​ @swiftmind​ @sovereignparker​ @pearce14​ @justanamesstuff​ @chewymoustachio​ @cocoamoonmalfoy​ @hotforharrison​ @euphorichxlland​ @givebuckyhisplumsnow​

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[writefanficssometimes]

Opinion

How many of you guys have watched Alice Through the Looking Glass?

Would anyone be interested in a Time X Reader? I’m like obsessed with Sacha Baron Cohen right now so.

Note this if you’re interested

[bound-up-feelings]

Sacha Baron Cohen

Sacha Baron Cohen: Absolutely Infatuated

Sacha Baron Cohen: Lazy Day

Sacha Baron Cohen: In charecter

Sacha Baron Cohen: Locked Doors

Sacha Baron Cohen: To Make You Laugh

Sacha Baron Cohen: Dancing on the edge

Sacha Baron Cohen: Surprise!

Sacha Baron Cohen: He Gets Hurt

Sacha Baron Cohen: NSFW Headcanons

Sacha Baron Cohen: Taking care of him when he’s drunk

Sacha Baron Cohen: Him being complete opposites of his s/o

Sacha Baron Cohen: Stargazing

Sacha Baron Cohen: Him being jealous of your co-star NSFW Hc’s

[daleisgreat]

Man on the Moon

Season’s greetings everyone! Now seemed like the perfect time to pull Andy Kaufman’s 1999 biopic, Man on the Moon (trailer) out of the ‘ol backlog box. People who are keen to the seemingly endless amount of Netflix original content hitting lately are probably aware of their recent documentary, Jim & Andy: The Great Beyond (trailer). That documentary is all about the behind-the-scenes tomfoolery Jim Carrey was up to as he portrayed Andy Kaufman for the film, but stayed in character off-camera to everyone’s dismay. I watched the documentary last week, and was surprised at the plethora of footage the studio captured of Jim Carrey embracing the spirit of Kaufman as he pulled modern day Kaufman-esque pranks on his cast and crew mates. After consuming that it seemed ideal to finally get around to watching my DVD of Man on the Moon after it sat in my backlog box since 2004 from a buy-two-get-one-free promotional offer with The Rundown and a director’s cut of Beyond the Mat. I barely had a clue who Andy Kaufman was when I first saw the film in the theaters back when it hit theaters mere days before the turn of the century. Astute readers of this blog know I am an ardent wrestling fan. All I knew about Kaufman going into this film was from reading wrestling magazines and websites of the time that chronicled how Kaufman had a feud with wrestling legend Jerry “The King” Lawler in his wrestling territory based out of Memphis, Tennessee in the early 1980s. Their rivalry garnered some national attention when the duo got into a tussle on Late Night with David Letterman. So when wrestling was having its ‘Attitude era’ boom period in 1999, I eagerly attended the film because WWE promoted it on their programming because they brought in Jerry Lawler (who was announcing for WWE at the time) to reprise his role in his feud with Andy in the biopic.

I was trying to ponder recent examples of Andy Kaufman to compare his style of comedy to and the best I could come up with is Sacha Baron Cohen. Both performers conjured up personas and were both pioneers in uncomfortable reaction comedy in real life scenarios on unsuspecting strangers not enlightened to their act. Sacha filmed his adventures as Bruno and Borat while Kaufman had the alter ego of Vegas lounge singer reject, Tony Clifton unleash his brand of havoc on the cast of Taxi. Most of the cast of Taxi reprise their roles in cameo appearances in Man on the Moon along with a handful of other celebrity cameos throughout the film. There is a fantastic bit at the beginning of Man on the Moon where Carrey does a bit as Andy with his trademark humor to scare away the casual moviegoer expecting slapstick laughs. The film perfectly captures how Kaufman was ahead of his time and doing daring bits of comedy and always trying to innovate and come up with something different every time he went on stage. He had help along the way with lifelong friend Bob Zmuda (Paul Giamatti) as the film captures how his improv act caught the eye of George Shapiro (Danny Devito). George opened doors for Andy for nationwide success with his infamous debut on the first episode of Saturday Night Live lip-synching the theme to Mighty Mouse and how that lead to Andy’s breakout success on the hit sitcom, Taxi.

Andy did not want all the fame and fortune however as he only complied to go along with the crowd-pleasing Taxi with the understanding that he would get his own special where he would do his own style of comedy. I love how Man on the Moon portrays Andy’s revenge when management tells Andy they would not run his special and how Andy reigned terror on the set of Taxi as Clifton to get himself off the show. That brought the film to what 16-year old Dale at the time was anticipating the most, the wrestling section as Kaufman turned his attention to his secret favorite passion, professional wrestling. Andy did not have the most intimidating musculature so he instead wrestled over 60 matches against women and proclaimed himself the intergender champion of wrestling. This did not sit well with Jerry Lawler, and he challenged him to a match that saw Kaufman leaving the arena in a stretcher. Andy loved his new ventures in wrestling, but wrestling’s showbiz background carried a stigma with Hollywood at the time and film fairly encapsulates how Andy’s wrestling endeavors blackballed him from Hollywood.

Unfortunately, Andy developed lung cancer around this time in 1983 and he passed away a year later. The final act of the film is a tearjerker, and attendees of the funeral state in the extra feature interviews that Man on the Moon nailed the atmosphere and vibe of Kaufman’s one-of-a-kind funeral. In the buzz following the Netflix documentary, I heard several commentators and critics recently state how they believe Kaufman is still alive and how he faked his death for the quintessential prank. There are a few noteworthy extras on the DVD. Spotlight on Location is a 19 minute EPK piece with standard cast and crew interviews promoting the film along with a few takeaway anecdotes on how Carrey stated how this was the first film in several years he had to audition for and how the cameos came to be. There are 12 minutes of delete scenes that I wish most would have made the cut where Kaufman has fun messing with the crowd during his standup and backstage antics after his wrestling performances. There is a text bio of Andy’s life that is quite thorough and covers a few more details the movie could not squeeze in and text production notes with several pages of behind-the-scenes information on what went on off camera during the film’s production. I ate up both features and devoured both entries.

Finally, this will probably be the only movie blog where I highlight the music videos as the standout extra feature, but that is the case today because this has two music videos from REM, with ‘Man on the Moon’ being the standout track and gaining fame beyond the soundtrack because it still gets regular nationwide radio play today. Whenever I hear it I cannot help but nod along to it as I recall a few of my favorite scenes from the movie. After gleaming more knowledge on Andy’s life over the years I was able to appreciate Man on the Moon exponentially more than 16-year old me did 18 years ago. I want to slap myself for having this awesome film sit in my backlog for well over a decade, and it took a kickass Netflix documentary that dropped from out of nowhere to inspire me to watch it, but as the adage goes, better late than never. If you have yet to see Man on the Moon then by all means check this out to learn about one of the most groundbreaking comics of all time and then track down the Netflix documentary, Jim & Andy: The Great Beyond to discover all the craziness that transpired backstage. Other Random Backlog Movie Blogs 3 12 Angry Men (1957) 12 Rounds 3: Lockdown 21 Jump Street Angry Video Game Nerd: The Movie Atari: Game Over The Avengers: Age of Ultron Batman: The Killing Joke Batman: Mask of the Phantasm Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice Bounty Hunters Cabin in the Woods Captain America: The First Avenger Captain America: The Winter Soldier Christmas Eve Clash of the Titans (1981) Clint Eastwood 11-pack Special The Condemned 2 Countdown Creed Dirty Work Faster Fast and Furious I-VIII Field of Dreams Fight Club The Fighter For Love of the Game Good Will Hunting Gravity Guardians of the Galaxy Hercules: Reborn Hitman Ink Joy Ride 1 & 2 The Interrogation Interstellar Jobs Man of Steel Marine 3-5 Mortal Kombat National Treasure National Treasure: Book of Secrets The Replacements Rocky I-VII Running Films Part 1 Running Films Part 2 San Andreas ScoobyDoo Wrestlemania Mystery The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Shoot em Up Steve Jobs Source Code Star Trek I-XIII Take Me Home Tonight TMNT The Tooth Fairy 1 & 2 UHF Veronica Mars The War Wild The Wrestler (2008) X-Men: Days of Future Past

[bound-up-feelings]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Sacha x Fem!Reader that is very well known for her classical music and poetry -she's apart of the more scholarly side of the entertainment industry - whilst her boyfriend is known for the exact opposite. :) Their differences strangely makes the relationship way more interesting, to be with someone so unlike you. Btw I'm aware that Sacha is extremely academic off stage but most of the general public aren't aware :) Love your writing, Z

You both somehow compliment each other very well

Despite the fact that his movies and such are more comedic and humorous and your job is not like that

He enjoys your music a lot, he talks about it to everyone and suggests it to every person he sees

He can always count on you coming to him when you are working on another piece, whether it be music or poetry

No matter how you think about it, he always says it's beautiful and couldn't be more perfect

Anytime you have some type of interview or review, you always mention how much you love Sacha and how much he always had your back through the whole thing

And it never seems to end when someone gets shocked at the fact that you and Sacha, the same guy who played Borat, are together

Two different people, yet you compliment each other like no other

Somehow, it always makes you both laugh at how people can't believe that you, too, are together

But all of the awards shows and things he attends he always has you there by his side

And it is usually the same for you, except some people have the audacity to say that he shouldn't come because of his movie status and the things he's known for

And his fans and stuff are kind of the same except theirs is more directed towards the fact that you don't seem like you are going the same speed as sacha

Sacha is this crazy and hilarious guy, and you are a slow paced, musician, and poet, doesn't necessarily fit, but you both fit each other perfectly

[bound-up-feelings]

maybe alota sacha smut headcanons plz ? 👀

Warnings: Hell, Sacha is a warning on his own, Mentions of sex, 

Well first off Sacha is a great lover

He’s very attentive when he should be and when he needs to be

He’s actually a really generous lover and loves to just lay all his love on you

His favorite thing to do with you and as normal as it sounds, he just loves to fuck you

To him it’s not about a good fuck or anything it’s about finding out new things about your body

He has committed everything about you to memory

Especially what makes you tick; he loves to tease you in public, but it’s nothing obvious which makes it both better and worse

Because what he will do will be very subtle and no one will see him doing it

So, when he knows you see him doing whatever that may be and sees how flushed or embarrassed you get, he will make his way over to you and will hang by for the rest of the night whispering the dirtiest things he can think of

And when you think he’s going to take mercy on you he only amps it up

When you’re both sat down at a table or anything he will run his hand on the inside of your thighs and very gently brush against your crotch

Of course, he knows your reaction and will already have a sly comment to make or excuse as to why you reacted in such a way

The way home it was worse

All he does in there is grope you and say dirty shit

And of course, he knows the mess he reduces you to after the fact

He’s a sly bastard and will make you beg for him but to your defense, you do try to keep it down

When you’re inside your home he already has you against the wall, he’s bruising up your neck with all the hickies and shit

Your underwear was already off by the time you got home, they’re in the car still

When you get to the bedroom, he’s got you out of all your clothes and he’s out of his

I would like to believe he’s more of a fast and rough kind of guy, but he likes to extend the wait to cum for far too long

He loves reducing you to a puddle

And if it means he’ll hear your pretty whimpers and moans and his name rolling off your tongue, he’d just about do anything to hear it

Hell, he’d drop everything he’s doing and get in your position if it meant hearing your like that

I also want to add that I feel like he’s mainly a dominant person, but let me tell you if it pleases you greatly to be dominant then he’ll trade places and let you do as you please

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HI may i request a fluffy sbc fic where sacha celebrates and parties w friends and for some reason u couldn't be there but during the party he gets batshit DRUNK and trashed so u have to get him and take him home

jus some super cute silly goofy clingy adorable sasher WHJSHAJSHAJAHHAHAH

When it came to Sacha's friends, he was always there for them. Especially when one of them was getting married. Except, how exactly was he supposed to celebrate and have this memory, if he couldn't even remember the event of the night? Well, that's where you come in. You knew this was a celebration, in which would be fused with loads of alcohol. It didn't bother you one bit; in fact, it made your happy that he was having fun. So, when you got the call from one of the guys, letting you know that Sacha needed a babysitter and was getting very wobbly and incoherent. He also added that he was asking for you. Which didn't surprise you, he always talked about you to everyone.

So, you get up and dressed and out the door you were. The drive wasn't far at all. When you arrived, he was outside with the friend that had called you. Stepping out of the car you walked towards them. "Hey y/n. I'm sorry to call you so late, he was just getting too into it, and he was asking for you like every other second." You wave him off and shake your head. "Don't worry about it. I'm glad you called me. Come on Sacha, time to go home." You say wrapping your arm around his waist. He lied his head on your shoulder and thankfully started walking with you. You opened the car door and helped him inside. He just looks at you for a moment before smiling wide like an idiot and leaning back into the seat. You looked back at his friend and said a thank you before walking to the driver's seat.

The drive itself was relatively quiet. He barley even moved or made a sound the whole time. That was until you got home and inside. He had already made his way over to the Bluetooth speakers and somehow connected his phone. Music starting to play, quietly but loud even to make out the sound. It was Staying Alive. He looks back over to you and starts to do the classic dance moves which look absolutely awful with all the alcohol in his system making him wobble. Seeing him wobble, a bit too much you walk over and grab ahold of him, originally just wanting to help him stay upright. Instead, he grabs ahold of your waist and starts to move you along with him. This was like all the times you saw the drunk people at the bar or club dancing like crazy people. Now you and Sacha were the drunk and crazy people. He starts to laugh to himself and soon it starts to get very uncontrollable. He tries to tell you something but instead he gives up and continues to just laugh and hold on to you.

This went on for a good 10 minutes until he just stops. At first it scared you but then he just looked at you. Leaned forward, initially going for your lips he ends up kissing the space between your top lip and nose. He breathes out and pulls your closer and just holds you. No more laughing, no talking, just the music being shuffled in the background. It was a moment that realized that this relationship was going to last for a very long time.

Sadly though, it was starting to get to the point in which he was dozing off while standing up. So as slowly and carefully as you could you began to lead him to the bedroom. Before he could even fall into bed, literally, you were able to get him into something comfortable that wouldn't make him regret what he wore. Before going to bed yourself, you kissed his cheek and lied down.  

(I know I’m a lazy shit. Don’t hate me. But I hope you liked this non the less! Have a wonderful day/night!!)

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stargazing w sacha i love ur work SMMM thank uuuu <333

It was actually something you guys had been talking about doing for a while

He's been camping before, but stargazing wasn't the purpose of that trip

Yet here he is with you on the road to a spot that you both had heard of

Both are super excited and happy to be together

When you get to the spot, it is beautiful

It's by a lake, and so you both decide to make camp by the water

Long into your stay, night comes fast, and you both find yourselves on one of the sleeping bags staring up through the trees

Of course, this is a moment you both would never forget, so many nights before had you looked up at the sky only to see the city lights and building blinding you instead

This time, though, it's a pleasant moment between you both

You're holding each other's hands, and on occasion, you can feel sacha rub your knuckles with his thump

At one point, you find yourself looking at him rather than the stars above, and he notices

So you both decide to look at each other

And in this moment, nothing could possibly ruin this

The calm peace that is surrounding you both makes this moment all the more wonderful at you, staring into each other's eyes

Sacha brings his palm to the side of your face and strokes your cheek

Not a word is spoken as this happens, but you both know that your actions speak louder than any words ever could

This was your happy place and a place you'd never forget

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hey, lovely! been browsing your page for sometime now and just wanted to say i live for the fics! i would like to request headcanons for Time (Alice Throught the Looking Glass) x Reader where Reader is like Mother Nature (get it? mother nature and father time) and just general stuff (dating, pining, pass times, etc.) and other things like Time helping them through spring equinox and maybe even shenanigans on daylight savings time - please and thank you!

He had been wanting to go on a date with for some time but never could make the time (no pun intented)

He honestly had none. He was always so busy and trying to make sure everything happened when it needed to

But his luck would have it that you weren't as occupied as he seemed to be, and you actually approached him

You didn't ask him on a date, but you did schedule another "coincidence" with him

That's how he saw it. Somehow, when he wanted to see you most, you would just show up out of the blue

He loved it and loved how in tune you were with everything around you

Every being, creature, and nature itself knew you

It all greeted you with a passion and a love that he just adored

When you actually was able to get him out of that dark and sad looking castle, you brought him along with you to see some of your moments in the day

He had no idea that your "job" was such a beauty in itself, and the moment he saw you bring a new life into the world, he's realized how much he really had fallen for you

He loves everything about you, and that actually led him to confessing his infatuation with you

You found it amazing and extremely excited that your feeling and his were mutual

Now dating happens as often as you make it

He takes you places, has given you tours of the entire castle, which took almost a whole week just showing you all the rooms and the purpose of each one

And he isn't too familiar with the outside world, so any outings you both go on, it's mainly to places you know

But he will do everything in his power to make you laugh, smile, giggle, and laugh

He loves watching you laugh and loves how your eyes crinkle at the sides when you smile and loves your laugh

The sound makes his cheeks blush and the cogs in his neck turn extra quickly

And you love that about him, how anytime you say something or do something that expresses how much you love him those cogs will start turning so fast that you're sure he might explode

You also love how blue and vibrant his eyes are

Often, he has actually had to snap you out of your gaze because you've actually gotten lost in his eyes

When you're not getting lost in his eyes and he's not blushing like a maniac, you both love spending time with each other

Most of the time, it's just sitting together talking

He loves talking to you and could listen to you talk about your day all day and would never get tired of hearing your voice

He also has found that you love the helpers (Seconds)

You love those little guys a ton and could spend your whole day just talking to them and laughing at their little shenanigans

And they love you, which is a really good thing

Especially since after everything with Alice, he has a whole new respect for his Seconds and values their opinion on everything

So, them liking you means that you are officially part of his little family

And he hopes that you can say the same about him and his

(Hello. I know it hasn't been a long time by no means but it's too long to not do a request so here I am. I hope you like this. I did like the idea of mother nature and father time. it made a lot of sense, and I loved it.)