#stepped right out of a classic hollywood

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CHARLES MELTON ⋮ 07 Jan 2024 🎭 ⋮ 81st Annual Golden Globe Awards

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-> 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

-> 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗎!

-> 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 (𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 ) 𝖾𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖡𝗋𝗎𝖼𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾.

-> 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇🫶🏿

Gotham royalty, Dick Grayson, caught with actress Y/N Y/LN behind the scenes of upcoming movie (3/5/2023 1:52 PM)

For months now, fans have been questioning the mysterious relationship between Dick Grayson and Hollywood’s favorite star, Y/N Y/LN. While this may come as a surprise to some, for most of us, it was kind of expected.

Just this morning, the two were seen outside of the actress's trailer on the set of her upcoming movie. The young actress, most notable for her acclaimed EGOT status, is using the feature film to officially bring and end to her acting hiatus.

For a little over three years now, Y/N has practically shut herself out from the public eye, wanting to take care of personal matters in her life. Insiders report that regardless of her "mysterious health condition", she's back and better than ever!

And of course, despite most of the filming taking place in the heart of New York, the gothamite had no trouble traveling to to visit her on set. Paparazzi spotted the apparent couple looking closer than usual just as Dick was seen leaving her trailer.

Throughout the years, both celebrities have been stuck in the classic "will they, won't they" situationship. We can easily take a quick look at the history of the two when they were introduced to each other through their mutual friend, Kori Anders.

Kori, who also happens to be co-starring in the same film as Y/LN, has noted in the past how much she would love for both friends to get together, saying that:

"I know most people usually don't want their besties to date each other, but I actually wouldn't mind. Dick is a good guy, and he's the kind of guy that Y/N could really use right now..."

On the other hand, Y/N has made it clear in the past that she's not looking for a relationship, wanting to focus on her son, Jonathan, instead. After getting pregnant by her ex (who ended up cheating on her, ouch!), the actress tried to keep her life as private as possible.

Dick, on the other hand, absolutely adores Y/N and her son! Over the course of their decade long friendship, the billionaire has proven to be a prominent figure in the child's life. Even this past March, the eldest Wayne flew both the mother and her little five year old out of the country to vacation with him in Italy.

Even though the celebs constantly try to deny any dating rumors, the proof is in the pudding now! No matter how much they try to defend their so called "friendship", we can't help but love the way they love.

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@bigdickgrayson: Welp I guess the secret's out. These past few years have been some of the best years of my life all thanks to the little family I get to call my own. After getting married, I get to call myself a dad to not only my son Johnny, but to my beautiful baby girl Mari as well. Of course, while Johnathan may not be mine by blood, I still love him and his sister as my own. After practically raising him alongside my beautiful wife, there's nothing else I would see him as. These people here are the light of my life and I am forever greatful for it. Love you Y/NN❤️

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user1: THERE'S TWO???

⤷ user2: no actually since when was there a second one🧍‍♀️

user3: ahh the babies are too cute!!

user4: he's not a step father he's the father that stepped UP

@y/nofficial: 🩵

⤷ @bigdickgayson: 💙

⤷ user5: CRWING SCREAMING SOBBING

⤷ user6: when is it my turn bro PLEASE

user7: congra😭tula😭tions😭😭

user8: my royal family fr🫶

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@y/nofficial: my lil yeah <3

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user1: fym "lil yeah" girl yall are MARRIED

user2: WAR IS OVERRR

user3: im so happy for you mamas <3

user4: i like how dick wrote a whole essay while miss girl is out here giving us scraps😭

⤷ user5: bro she will NAWT hesitate to deactivate her entire account go get a straw and suck it up abeg

user6: still can't wrap my head around the fact that she hid a whole ass baby right under our noses💀

@bigdickgrayson: 💙

⤷ @y/nofficial: 🩵

⤷ user7: somebody catchme.... imma pass out..

user8: the true people's princess🥹

notice how i used e news for dick and tmz for jason because it matches their color scheme👀 also ty abby for giving me the idea to give them two kids instead of one ily foreva and eva

[umadosedepascal]

PURPLE IS THE HOTTEST COLOR | Pedro Pascal x f!reader | One shot

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner: @ithedevilsbaby

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: After having a difficult day, Pedro meets you, no patience, no time for conversations.Pedro only has one desire in mind: you here and now, no matter if anyone will see you.

wc: 2.6k

rating/warnings: [no minors][sex in the car][unprotected PIV][spanking][Pedro is tattooed][rain/sex in the rain][smut][m domination][semi public sex][first person][oral sex][f receiving] [m receiving]

It’s 12:35am, I send you a message saying that in 15 minutes I'll be at your door.

Today is not even close to a good day, everything that could go wrong, went wrong. To end the night, I just need a hot pussy.

I let out a long sigh as soon as I park across the street from your house, I turn off the car and honk once and you doesn't show up, honk again and nothing, I lose my patience and sink my hand honking nonstop without caring that the sound of the horn will bother the neighbors in the middle of the night.

_Damn, I really need to fuck_

The door finally opens, your short dress going up with every step you take, this makes your legs look so inviting.

"Why did it take so long?" I ask as I watch you get in the car, your perfume is so good.

"I was getting ready, what’s going on? You seem so piss off…"

I look into your eyes and move towards you, my right hand curling in your hair I pull you by the back of your neck and hit my lips on yours, a quick kiss, biting your lower lip. I don't want to talk or annoy you with my problems, so I smile with my lips glued to yours and say softly…

"Nothing important babe, I just wanted to see you asap"

I look straight and turn on the car, the sound of the engine roaring down the dark street, a fine drizzle rain starts, I’m taking you to a special place, we need privacy.

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I might know where Pedro is taking me, it was the place we first met. A photoshoot for a clothing brand, the location was behind the Hollywood sign.

I look at Pedro he is all eyes on the road so I slide my left hand down his right thigh and say…

"Are you taking me there, papi?"

Without taking his eyes off the road, going up the Hills, Pedro whisper with a smile in the corner of his lips…

"Yes.."

I watch Pedro driving, one hand on the steering wheel and the other one touching lightly my left thigh, he looks so sexy, wearing a leather jacket and his thick neck tattoo that drives me crazy.

I turn on the radio, tune in to KLOS FM, it's at the beginning of one of the 10cc classics, I quickly hum the music. Pedro looks and wink at me, he smiles when I lean over him, my lips close to his ear I say…

"Hey, you look so handsome tonite... What's your name, hottie?"

My hand slips to the inner part on his thigh, I squeeze gently, Pedro slows down, and pulls over the car, look me in the eye and unbuckles his belt and say in a low voice full of lust…

"You know what's my full name is?…

Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" he laughs loudly and kisses you.a

I love the way he says his full name, that sexy accent. I laugh and lean more over him, my hand caressing his thigh, squeezing, as if I knew exactly what my next steps will be.

"You are so funny, but I dig the stressed out man from minutes ago...”

I slide my fingers over his bulge, I can feel that he is rocking hard already, I look up and he is half-open lips releasing his breath. The windows fog up, for a second I realize that the drizzle now turns into a stronger rain, noises of the water drops mix with the music, becoming a unique melody.

My only thought now is on Pedro's cock pulsing through his pants, I bring his zipper down and see that he’s not wearing his boxers I lose my mind.

_Motherfucker_

I gently caress his cock, he lets out a low whine as he feels my cold fingers on his skin.

"Do you enjoy see me stressed out? Why?- He speaks so low that I almost don't understand and ignoring his question I pull his cock out of his jeans and through those low lights from the empty street I see the head of his cock glistening pre cum, I look at him, open mouth, panting breath and he says…

"Why? So I can slam you hard and take out on you? Is that what you want, babe?" - He looks so deep into my eyes that I feel my blood boiling, the lust screaming in his eyes. I grab his cock feeling him pulsating on my fingers, suddenly he changes behavior, holds my wrist tightly, interrupting my movements and say deeply low…

"Answer me, do you want me stress out?"

The way he talks makes me horny, I feel my panties getting so wet that I just shake my head agreeing, not a single word.

He holds my neck pulling my hair back to look at him closer.

"All right babe, all right... You asked for that...suck me very, very slowly.. enjoy you breathing now, because later you'll beg me to stop, and I won't!”

I just leave a shy smile and take his cock by the base licking all the pre cum, feeling his bittersweet taste, I put him my mouth and I go down running my tongue through everything.

He's so hard, I can feel the veins of his dick pulsating on my tongue, it makes me whine on him.

I know he likes it, I look up and his face bitting his bottom lips, eyes fixed on me.

Without breaking the eye contact I go faster trying as far as I can down him until I choke and spit on the head of his cock.

Pedro grabs my hair from both sides and pull me closer, fucking my mouth with slow but precise movements, I'm so horny that I’m able to cum just by listening to his grunts.

"Stop" he murmurs, I look at him and there is the bad moody man from before, he whispers in a threatening tone

"Get out of the car! I’m piss off and you will pay for it"

Pedro pulls me out, I go out from the driver's side literally rubbing my pussy against him, he slam the door so hard making a loud sound. Then pushes me making my back hit against the car window, I feel the raindrops come into contact with my hot skin, it makes me shiver like Pedro leaning over me right after with both hands holding my head, the rain wetting his face, his perfume mixing with the smell of rain.

"Do you want it hardcore? Are you going to handle it?"

"Yes Pedro, please..."- Pedro holds my neck, turning my face sideways and say on my ear..

"What did you call me? Repeat after me: daddy, yes daddy I'll take it all"

I swallow dry feeling my pussy screaming inside, I say

"Yes daddy I'll take it all... Please"

Pedro turns my back to him, my tits crushed on the window, he walks his right hand along my thigh, going up until he reaches the waistband of my panties, he sticks his hand through the fabric and circles his middle finger through my swollen clitoris, making me moan, he says

"So fucking wet are you ready for daddy, huh?"

I'm not able to answer, all that comes out of my mouth are supplications and broken moans.

He holds the back of my neck, pulling my hair, he removes his hand from my pussy and pushes me to the front of the car, leaning me through the hood, he kicks my feet slightly, making me spread my legs

Pedro caresses my back, lowering his fingers scratching me until he reaches the bottom edge of my dress, he lifts the fabric and spank my ass making a loud sound against my skin wet from the rain.

He bends down and pulls my panties aside, I feel his tongue go all over my pussy, his hawk shape nose poking my entrance while his tongue circles my clit makes me cum in seconds.

It’s not a surprise for him anymore, he knows the drill and can make me do it more than once.

He looks up and say

"I wanted so bad to eat you..but now all I can think about is shoving my cock so fucking deep inside you, you'll scream so loud everyone can hear you"

"Yes daddy! Rip me apart.."

The rain is back to drizzles from before, Pedro goes up and lay on top of me with his hands on my nipples, nibbling so hard, he turns me and stares at me, when I least expect it I feel a slap burn my right thigh, Pedro pulls his hard cock out and press his body against mine, pushing more and more licking my neck, drying all the drops of water, then down my chin, provoking me a lot then I say

"I like the way you tease me daddy and I want more"

Then two more strong slaps on my thigh, the contact of his heavy hand on my slippery skin makes me grunt. He laughs sarcastically and says

"Hey my little slut, have you ever fucked inside a car? Cause I want to shove deep into you right now "

Over his shoulder I see some light approaching so I say

"Yeah, we better get inside, you inside me.. daddy"

He takes me to the side of the car, opens the back door and pushes me to the seat, my legs slide on the leather of the car, he slams the door hard and despite the blurry windows I can see him going around the car and opening the other door.

"Suck me! Now!" He speaks in a hurry, almost despair, he rests one arm on the roof of the car and the other pulls my neck against his cock, oozing precum, first I clean him up then suck it slow and tight and I realize that Fletwood Mac is playing on the radio, Pedro begins to hum the song while I suck him non-stop.

"wait a minute baby, stay whit me a while.. said you'd give me light.. but you never told me about the fire..."

He fucks my mouth hard, making me choke every time he puts it deep in my throat, but I don't ask him to stop, and I can't, because he won't stop. While I suck him I touch my clit feeling like I can cum just by feeling him in my mouth, fuck, how tasty he is, but I want more, I want him inside me. I take my mouth off his cock and he moves away from the car to look at me

“ I didn't tell you to stop, but since you stopped...”looking at me mad, raising one eyebrow.

Pedro talks with a naughty smile and bends over to get closer to my face. He gives me a nice kiss grabbing my neck pulling my head back.

“...stay on all fours for me babe, I want to fuck you looking at your beautiful ass.”

I turn my back immediately, getting on all fours for him who is still outside the car. He pulls my panties to the side, I hear the sound of him sucking his own fingers, sliding inside my pussy and each thrust I say his name begging for more.

“You are so tight, my little slut, so tight...” he talks fucking me nicely with those huge fingers inside me.

“come closer, I want to feel that pussy squeezing my dick.”

Then he grabs my hips and tease rubbing the tip of his hardon over my wet pussy, without notice he slides in letting a loud moan filling all my pussy. Pedro gives some long and slow strokes, but as I start to moan and say his name, he speeds up and every time I asked for more, he would put it harder.

“that's what you wanted wasn't it? Fucking you hard..” he talks in the middle of moans feeling my pussy squeeze his cock more and more.

“ ...you little bitch, I'm fucking you without caring that someone might show up anytime hah”

Every single word he says makes me even horny, I really didn't care if someone showed up, I just thought about how hot it was to feel his cock inside me, I knew I could cum at any time and nothing else mattered. He then bends into the car, grabs my hair with one hand, and with his free hand he takes his cock out of my pussy and starts rubbing on my clit and says

“you were a bad girl today, stubborn, stopped when I didn't tell you to stop, but still... I want to see you cum, I want to see you cum for me...”

"Turn around baby girl and open those legs for daddy" Pedro asks in an almost suffocated tone of voice.

I turn around and put a leg on the front seat, he pulls me closer to the door and kneels on the car floor.

"you are oozing is it all my fault?"

He barely gives me the opportunity to answer and sticks his tongue in my pussy, his lips around my clit, sucking as if it were a french kiss, rubbing his face through my pussy, he looks at me and moans when he sees me play with my nipples, his left hand rises and squeezes my nipple hard making me cry. With the other hand, he rubs two fingers through my entrance, wetting and then slide in, making me on the edge he touchs my g-spot..

"Oh fuck,daddy...please"

He moves his mouth away from my clit and grunt

"Cum on my face cum in my mouth..."

He fucks me with two fingers harder and sucks my clit hard, I run my hands trought and pull his gray hair as I cum warm feeling his tongue lick me not letting any drop of my pleasure to be wasted.

Pedro keeps giving slow and lazy licks in my pussy, my legs close by themselves and he bites my thigh punishing me, raises his head and looks at me, by the dim light I can see my excitement run down his chin and stache, he removes his fingers from my pussy and sucks one by one looking at me

"You're fucking delicious, my turn little girl, daddy want explode inside you"

He runs his hand through my back and guides me to the corner of the car, one hand keeps pinching and pulling my nipple, making me whine, his right hand smoothes and distributes slaps through my left thigh.

He raises his fingers to my mouth and makes me taste my own taste, then moving far enough to take off his jacket and T-shirt, with a little difficulty he throws them in the front seat, his wet hair get messy.

-Fuck, so sexy-

Pedro pulls my left leg and puts it on his shoulder, so wide that I look tiny, he holds his cock by the base and rub his head against my clit and whispers

"Beg to me, beg to me"

I'm soaked, I feel my excitement dripping down, forcing my brain to act I try to answer, but he shove his cock into me no mercy, my head slams against the car door, he murmurs an apology but he doesn't stop pumping, with one hand he protects my head from continuing to knock on the door, my pussy is pulsating on his cock, he moans and growls

"Im close...on top of your pussy hmmm..."

He takes off his cock and holds it and I feel his hot cum on me, he soon puts it again and finishes filling me with his hot cum.

He lies on me, our breaths panting, our bodies sticking with sweat, he says panting

"What's the next character you want me to play, babe?"

He laughs and kisses me.

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OJ HAYWOOD x READER / Summer Prompts !

A|N: with Jordan’s work, I always have to read other theories or reviews because I am usually in awe of everything I just witnessed. I also love seeing other people’s perspectives on his films. Any Jordan Peele slander is not welcomed over here, I respect your (wrong) opinion but ain’t nobody trying to hear that 😂! Anyways I knew I wanted to write for Daniel—OJ the moment I stepped out of the film.

WARNINGS: kinda lengthy + reading between the lines literally & spoilers? Sorta if you haven’t seen it but not really? takes place only a few months after the p*s*ing of Otis Sr. But BEFORE the events of the movie take place. + reader given a name but still written in second POV 😬

Plot: dancing through the night + cold cocktails

From this prompt list.

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯ ⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯ ⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

Death has many faces and it can show you plenty.

You, Aïchatou, “Aïcha,” for short had your own lesson with death on multiple occasions. From the death of your parents, godparents, and your own brush of death at sixteen, in a sense you became desensitized to it. Some might even say obsessed on certain days but you knew how to separate from the heaviness of it all, the best way you knew how.

A death like Otis Sr. Was unexplainable even after three months had passed. The world slowly shifted when OJ and Em lost their father, it was another chapter of death for them that they had to cope with. This was unnatural. You’ve been friends with the Haywood’s since your pre-teen years, becoming quite attached to the ebony skinned OJ—who was only a grade ahead of you. From there you instantly became family and the Haywood’s couldn’t get rid of you even if they wanted to.

The night sky bled a deep blue on a misty but humid April. There was not a spec of stars in the sky or clouds as you blinked up at it, standing on the porch of the Haywood’s. You lived out of the way, much like many of the residential areas here in Agua Dulce but a whole thirty-five minutes away can be nerve-wrecking.

“I mean, you know you don’t have to come out here every Friday night right?” OJ said to you over the phone, as you returned home from work.

Huffing, you shuffled out of your work uniform top, phone once buried between your neck and shoulder, “Not uh, It’s routine since I can barely keep you away from the ranch long enough or else you’ll start missing the horses more than hanging with your girl.”

OJ hummed at that. He knew it was true, it was already written in stone that he and Em were to keep the legacy of Haywood’s Hollywood Horses going…despite Em focusing on her other business first. OJ took that more seriously after his father passed, it was all on his shoulders now…especially since he found out how much in debt his father was in.

Äicha understood that. She couldn’t be mad at that, she hardly got mad in the first place since she always felt like time shouldn’t be wasted on anger.

“What you bringing tonight anyway?”

“Nothing but the best homemade cocktails,” You placed the phone on speaker as you tossed it on the bed, “I just have to run to the store real quick and grab a few more bottles then I’ll be on the way.”

OJ glanced at the watch on his wrist as he stood outside, “So nine something? Got it.”

“It won’t be! See you soon!”

You arrived 8:35pm and was let in by no other than Emerald, who gave you the run down of taking a break from her current situationship. The house was already jumping with the classics as you took over the Haywood kitchen, preparing a special drink for the curly-fro girl.

Sliding a bowl of a drink towards Em was almost as if you handed her a bag of money. Her mouth was agape as she wrapped her fingers around the large glass, “see I didn’t know you were rocking like this!? OJ’s stupid ass would never send me a pic over text whenever I asked what y’all were up to on these Friday night’s. Girl!”

You laughed as Em pulled out her phone to take pictures and videos of her apple ciroc candy bowl. “Damn, you should be a bartender.”

“I was remember? Until my boss decided to turn into a stalker two months after he hired me.” You grabbed another glass.

Emerald shuddered before taking a sip from her drink with a smack of her lips, “that’s right! I don’t know what type of shit he was on but it’s a shame you felt like you had to be nice to a dude who you did not want a relationship with! People got to take rejection like a rim of salt and keep it moving! He’s not still bothering you ‘cause I know somebody that can take care—

The slamming of the screen door announced that OJ decided to grace y’all with his presence. He stomped through the house, circling around to where you two were chilling in the kitchen.

“What’s up? You done playing my little pony?” Em teased as her big brother entered the room.

OJ of course chose to ignore her, pressing his hands onto the island his sister sat out before deciding to reach out for her drink. He was always much quicker than Em was, placing his lips on the rim to take a sip, which made em suck her teeth.

“Can’t have nothing in this house, clearly nothings changed!” Em yelled.

OJ bared his teeth as he swallowed the alcoholic beverage before sliding it back over to Em who side-eyed him, “that’s good, tutu.”

You smiled.

“I thought your favorite fruit was something else, don’t lie negro.”

“Just because it’s not my favorite doesn’t mean it ain’t good?” He blinked at the girl who scoffed.

“Well this right here, is mine. Äicha may not charge you a fee out of the kindness of her heart but I ain’t so nice. I’ll be expecting compensation via cashapp, Apple Pay, PayPal—whichever you prefer.” Em grinned mockingly at OJ who rolled his eyes back over to you, who was already preparing another just for him. 

Em Haywood was the talker out of the two of you so conversation flowed easily. You served OJ a peach-crown royal bowl before making your own fruit drink. Soon the conversation led to the living room where you all got comfortable from Em bringing out the vape to you and OJ continuing to cradle your drinks. Normally the night would consist of drinks and catching up on some show together or streaming a movie or playing some sort of game.

That didn’t seem to be happening tonight as Em’s phone started to blow up. She would break the conversation to read the text, not reply and carry on.

“Don’t give a damn about that right now!” Em hissed, “Äicha tell us about your love life since I know OJ’s is already nonexistent. That man don’t know how to separate from this house.”

OJ lightly shook his head.

“Who wants to hear about all that?” You chuckled, taking a sip of your own fruity cocktail.

Em peered at you underneath her eyelashes, “I do! You’re a catch girl, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. Whatever happened to the blue eyed bow-legged brotha?”

“Austin? No.” You simply replied, “that ended back in March? It wasn’t going anywhere, he’s in a whole new relationship now according to his Instagram.”

“You’re still following each other?”

“Yes?”

Em scrunched up her nose, “why?”

“Just never got around to unfollowing? It wasn’t a bad break-up or whatever you want to call it.”

“He might think you’re still interested on what’s going on in life when I know you probably aren’t, you’re usually good at letting things go, I’m really surprised at you.” Em summarized as you shrugged once more.

Picking up your phone, you unlocked it and searched for his page to unfollow. Waving the phone in the air you said, “there it’s done. Can we move on?”

“Sure,” em smirked as she peeked over at OJ who appeared bored of this conversation—fingers tapping on the arm of the couch, “I’ve been saying it…you should just date OJ. You haven’t been finding what you need with these other dudes.”

That made OJ snap his eyes to his sister who wiggled her brows at him. He took a sip from his drink again and got ready to push off the chair, “not this shit again.”

Yes, again. It wasn’t the first and last time Emerald Haywood would say this. For as long as she’s known the pair she always felt confident in saying this, it wasn’t her fault how you two always chose to receive that.

OJ got up from the chair and made his way back to the hallway and towards the front door.

“Where you going?” Em called out to the back of her brother’s frame.

He just waved two fingers in the air at her in response before he carried on, exiting the house. Sinking into the couch you rolled your head over to Em who lifted her shoulders, “what?”

“You gotta stop playing match maker.”

“I only do it for the people I love. There’s no harm in that, he needs somebody! You’re the perfect one! What happens when I make it big and head to the real hills, who’s gonna be here for him? The leftover horses? That’s not enough.” Em fanned her hand, crossing one leg over the other.

Emerald Haywood always had the dream to have fame and the money but most of all she wanted to be known. Yes the horses are part of her history but she didn’t want it to be her main brand, she wasn’t sure why her dad and brother couldn’t see that.

You got it and her mom did too.

With OJ, the horses were his future. It was destined that it would be the moment his mother gave birth to him and he had no problem accepting that. It was instilled in him since the moment he learned how to walk and he wouldn’t leave it behind just because his father was gone. He would be damned if he didn’t at least try to keep it going. He always knew the horses weren’t in Em’s plans, she always has her mind somewhere else. To be somewhere else. Chasing the fame and the fortune.

With you? He never thought about you leaving Agua Dulce. Sure it could be a possibility but you never talked about relocating, even when you ventured off for weekends with some blond dude that didn’t deserve you. OJ was happy to know that you decided to call it quits—although you never mentioned it, it just seemed like a waste of time and you never wanted to be a person that did that.

Otis James Haywood Jr. wanted you around.

So when you left Em to share a lengthy conversation with her situationship on her phone, joining Otis in the spring night, the tension in his shoulders relaxed.

You stood beside him, looking up into the night fighting the urge of your brain trying to question why OJ always brushed Em’s statement revolving around you two away. Normally you followed suit when you were younger, more embarrassed than anything but soon you understood. Yet your brain felt scrambled tonight and you didn’t want it to be.

OJ shifted to rest his back against the banister, still cradling the drink you made him while you set yours on the railing, staring forward pass the arena. It was quiet when the horses rested in the stables but the misty breeze provided just enough to fill that silence.

That’s the thing between you and OJ, you were comfortable in silence together. It never mattered but tonight was different. Tonight could bring a miracle…would it be a good one is the question?

The speakers seemed to shift to a slower melody. Which made you glance at OJ during the night as he kept sipping on his drink.

“The vibe is much better out here.”

You laughed, “it probably be even better if you got closer to the horses.”

“Maybe,” OJ replied, “This spot right here is cool too.”

Next to you.

Inhaling you nodded your head at that, listening to lyrics that smoothly escaped the singer’s lips:

Yes I'm sitting right here

Waiting for you my dear

Wondering if you ever

want to show up

You folded your fingers together, cracking them earning a bewildered expression from OJ’s wide down-turned eyes in the night. A laugh bubbled past your lips, realizing OJ hated the sound of your bones cracking on purpose. Shaking your hands out, you stepped towards OJ and took his drink from his hands to set besides yours. OJ watched your movements carefully, once you turned back to face him you reached up for his brimmed hat—with his quick reflexes he latched onto your wrist, halting your movements.

That man loved his hats.

So why did you think you could take it for yourself? A smile curled on the side of your lips, raising your fingers to show that you meant no harm. OJ let your wrist go, leaving you to sneak your hands around his broad shoulders. Stepping closer to him you took in his scent of warmth, despite him spending hours upon hours in stables…OJ always smelled heavenly.

Like leather warmed by the soft sun, a glass of brandy, and pine. A scent so soothing and slightly smoky that you couldn’t get enough of.

“This is the part where you put your hands on my hips,” you suggested, pulling back slightly to get a good look at the stunning dark skinned man.

OJ snorted at you, “what is this prom 2.0?” He asked, nonetheless placing his large hands right on your curves.

Crossing your arms behind his head you softly smiled, remembering prom with OJ and your group of friends. You originally weren’t going to go after a boyfriend of yours played you, did a whole promposal in front of the school just to decide to take his ex three days before prom instead. OJ wasn’t going to let you sulk at home but your plans were just to watch some rom-com’s, however OJ dragged you out to a spot in the hills with your friends, in your prom dress dancing to songs blasting on a friend’s car stereo with underglow and headlights as your source of light for the night. it still remained to be one of the happiest nights you had.

“You mean 3.0 for you?” You corrected while OJ nodded his head from side to side, thinking about it.

Resting your head against OJ’s chest, the two of you began to sway as you listened to the drum of his heart while Billy Stewart continued singing:

Sitting here on the bench

With my back against the fence

Wonderin'-a-if I

Have any sense

“What’s the next few months looking like for you, tutu?” OJ quizzed, his hands seemed to tighten on your lower back.

Sighing you answered, “I’ll probably put my two weeks in, move to Vegas, become a casino girl and get brainwashed by the money and a mobster who shows me that cash rules everything around me. OR…I’ll find a guy who owns a winery and learn how to become a business woman myself…” you rambled.

None of those sounded like you. Which made a frown settle in between OJ’s brows. You weren’t about the money but you knew you needed money to survive, which is why you didn’t mind changing jobs every couple of years. You needed to do something new with your time when it came to survival.

You just simply lived with the time everyone was given.

“Wait…that was Austin,” you laughed humorlessly, “or I could take my best friend’s little sister’s advice and date her brother? He’s a old school horse guy and I’m many things so who knows?”

But nevertheless I say again

you gotta be waiting

Sittin' in the park,

Waitin' for hoooo-hoo-hoo-hoo

It was OJ’s turn to smile. He found himself biting down on his bottom lip slightly thinking that over. You felt good against him that night, you felt right, always. And OJ began to think about the what if’s with you. That’s when he began to put more step into the beat, one hand reaching up to intertwine your fingers which you stared up at, your head still resting on his chest.

You swayed in a slow circle together, switching directions so now that OJ had a good view of the sky. He noticed a small puff of a singular cloud just sitting there, if he focused hard enough he could almost see the rim of something flat peeking out. However he found himself no longer staring out there, the both of your heads snapping up as the music skipped at the next set of lyrics followed by a flash.

“Y’all so damn cute! I was right, thank me later.” Em stood in the door way, one fist digging into her waist while the other held her phone which snapped a picture.

Laughing you peeked at OJ who rolled his eyes at his sister. “What happened to the music?”

Em answered, glancing over at the record player, “I dunno, I never knew for any of daddy’s records to skip but hey, first time for everything.”

Clearing your throat, you opened your lips to say something but the pick up of a breeze caused all of your eyes to turn to the distance. It was faint but a spiral of dirt made itself known on the pathway towards the house. It was not uncommon for a sandstorm to appear in these parts of the town but it was strange to see at night.

“Yeah…nah let’s head in for the night.” OJ stated, forgetting about the drinks on the banister as he held the door open for you.

Emerald dipped her head, stepping back from the doorway, as you were next to move your eyes away and head inside with OJ locking the screen door and front door behind you all. Em decided to turn off the vinyl for the night, making you switch the tv on which jumped for a bit on a specific station before it seemed to settle as you changed the channel. The Haywood house was always the same, nothing was upgraded, so you were usually stuck with cable here.

OJ entered the room with sheets and pillows tucked underneath his arms. He tossed a set to Em who immediately began making a pallet right in front of the tv. He turned to you, holding out a pillow and sheet, “looks like you’re staying with us tonight?”

“Fine by me.” You tucked the pillow behind your head and wrapped the sheet on top of your body, after kicking off your boots.

You had no intentions of leaving tonight.

Something told you to stay put…so you listened.

OJ made his own pallet right in front of the couch, laying on his back, arms folded behind his head and hat tilted towards his eyes.

“Y’all seen this episode of the twilight zone before?” Em asked you two in the quiet of the night.

The place is here. The time is now, and the journey into the shadows that we are about to watch, could be our journey.

You could feel OJ’s eyes on you as you listened.

Once you met his eyes, the pair of you held each other’s stare for awhile before realizing that neither of you answered Emerald’s question. OJ kept his eyes locked on yours and opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by Emerald’s snoring.

Which erupted a groan from OJ who placed his hand over ear and flipped over to face you.

Laughing to yourself you suddenly whispered, “well…goodnight, everybody.”

OJ raised two fingers in the air up at you, leaving you to stretch and place two fingers against his.

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯ ⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯ ⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

[marimayscarlett]

I think Hugo and Richard need to work together.

Hi my dear 🤍 and thank you for throwing yet another opportunity in my direction to talk about my main and my side-obession in one post 👀

Please hold the line, I need to process my immense love for men venturing out into fruity/feminine fashion, I'll be right with you 😀

Ok, now that's better 👌🏼

I think so too! And maybe they would get along well. You will laugh, but my delusional mind immediately draws some similarities between them (eventhough they have pretty different characters) - most likely just because they're both artists and I have a thing for them, but still.

Both Richard and Hugo were determined to become an artist from an early age on - Richard telling others as a child that he'll become a rockstar when he grows up, Hugo stepped foot out of school and went straight into acting school without looking back. While both being immensely successful in their respective careers - Richard having world wide success with Rammstein and is filling stadiums year after year now, Hugo quite literally hopping from one modern classic to the next (Lord of the Rings, Matrix, The Hobbit, V for Vendetta, Priscilla and more), both make indications that they kind of prefere the quieter/more simpler surroundings. Richard emphasizing several times how he would like to do a more toned down stage performance to give the music more space (I have an ask about it here), Hugo prefering smaller sets more than the immense big ones like LotR and Matrix and finds a lot of joy in theater acting (more raw and direct than movies). Both really live for their familys - in the linked interview Hugo mentiones he would gladly give his career up for his family and rather stays in Australia than to move closer to Hollywood (which he isn't a big fan of anyway), Richard moving back to Berlin to ensure a proper surrounding for the upbringing of his child as well as gathers his loved ones around him a lot.

And especially, both are extremely passionate about their work and can get quite intense about it, and while watching and reading interviews, you can immediately recognize their drive and passion. Which ultimatively is one of the things I absolutely love in people the most, and draws me to them most of the time 😊

And they are kind of a tiny bit connected! 'Du hast' was included on the soundtrack of the first Matrix movie (only on CD, not in the movie itself) in which Hugo played the infamous role of Agent Smith.

In a parallel universe, like in a 'Richard ventures out as a producer and cinema-lover into the world of movies'-AU (producing a movie, writing music for it, etc.), maybe they really could work together 😅 And Hugo once mentioned that he really likes Berlin due to the vast amount of different theaters the city has to offer 😊

Oh, and some more compelling arguments in my eyes regarding silly similarities (mentioning them just because i can):

Both have no problem dressing up in women's clothing and seemingly find a LOT of joy in it (like you already shown so beautifully in your ask 🙏🏼):

Both also have absolutely no problem going all in when it comes to kissing their male counterparts:

And both have an ass that won't quit, this is beside the point but still:

(gif sources: x, x)

All in all, thank you for coming to my delusional TED Talk about the several connections between my two favourites I made up in my unhinged little mind 🤝🏼

[sanerontheinside]

Look, Goncharov is an excellent movie. It has the sense of inevitability about it, of ever-encroaching tragedy. Its execution of both the suspense and the despair, the mounting fear of what you knew was coming all along—it’s staggering, the perfection of it.

But at the same time, this isn’t a Scorsese, not truly. It’s a Matteo JWHJ 0715. It is, in some ways, a little hamfisted in its execution, and I would argue the American audience is not wrong to analyze it in terms of very American themes. They are! Hollywood movies set the tone for much around the world, from fashion to storytelling in a media as globalized as film.

And as I’ve said, I do love this movie. I love it even for its anachronistic quirks—many of them deliberate and thought-through stylistic choices. I think the fact that goncharov’s primary activities are moving drugs and guns are one of these stylistic departures. Guns and drugs are easy to understand; goncharov is the bad guy, the antihero we’re meant to sympathize with. Certainly, he makes for a rather charming and impressive bastard.

But I think the movie, this particular script rather misses out on the poignancy of the alternative: that goncharov likely wasn’t dealing drugs and weapons, at least not at the beginning. Truth is, you could make an unimaginable amount of money just by smuggling ordinary European goods across the Iron Curtain.

Painfully ordinary. Shoes and coats and and dresses and suits, like all those pretty things that Katya wears. Turntables. Jeans! Plain old dishware. Sure, maybe eventually goncharov didn’t have much of a choice and got into the hard stuff

(this would actually serve the narrative—Goncharov stepping clear over his own lines in the sand, over and over again until he no longer recognizes who he is—perfection)

(anyway)

but you see, the Soviet Union didn’t have a whole variety in production, nor even necessarily great quality of it. There was no (legal) access to imported goods. I’ve already seen mention of the bootleg copy of the film that became a cult classic in the USSR itself (and probably inspired generations of bratva in years to come 🙄) but I wonder if it simply didn’t occur to anyone to consider that the Soviet bloc had largely isolated itself after WWII, and with a struggling economy, with creakily functioning infrastructure, did its best to achieve the impossible and pull itself ‘up by its bootstraps’.

So just think about it: almost every item that Katya owns is like those pretty gowns and crystal shoes in old fairytales; the moment she steps out of this magical realm—the moment the scales fall from her eyes—all of it will begin to melt away into nothing. She would never have had anything like it, were she not married to Goncharov. And he gave her the keys to this magical kingdom, didn’t he? Her Prince, who in the end is not a prince at all, not a fairytale. The illusion, the glamour falls away from him as well.

And then there is Sofia. Sofia, for whom all these clothes and shoes and jewels are very real. All right, sure—Sofia’s backstory tells us she lucked into this world, and in some sense it is also a sort of fairytale space for her. But the thing is, Katya’s grasp on it is far more tenuous. Sofia is nowhere near as richly dressed as Katya, but when everything goes to pot Sofia will still have something of her own, hard-won with sacrifice.

Katya will not. And how unfair is that: Katya is her own woman, she survives her husband’s world and makes her own way, only to be left with nothing if the worst should happen.

[spade-riddles]

Honestly, if Taylor Swift - and multiple other celebrities - actually came out and admitted "yes, I've had beards, I only pretended to date some of the guys you think were my boyfriends" - that would be HUGE. Absolutely seismic. It would bring this conversation into the open in a way our generation has never really seen.

If she also blew the lid on how lavender marriages are still very much a thing, and not some long-abandoned relic of Classic Hollywood, that would absolutely be a revolution. It's the number one way to nail down someone's closet in this day and age. We don't know the half of the pressures and power plays happening in Hollywood. Just think of Scooter Braun and his sunset clauses. Most of us had no idea how long his artists had to remain under his thumb after leaving him, or how gagged many were by NDAs. We don't know what else happens in those boardrooms to pressure artists. I'm not saying nobody chooses bearding of their own free will . . . but for a lot of the younger artists Taylor may want to protect, how much choice are they really being given?

And how many older artists feel trapped in the closet by the personas they had to construct around themselves, when they were making their name in a culture very different from today's? Taylor came up in country. She knows all too well how dead in the water her career would have been as a lesbian country singer in 2006. Hugh Jackman would never have been as huge as he was, as Wolverine, if he wasn't being marketed as a heterosexual male ideal. They made the decisions they had to make at the time, but when do these artists get to step away and just be themselves again? Should they have to lose everything as the price of coming out?

Is it right that we get to say "oh, well, we've changed as a society", and gloss over everything they went through, as if it was just a misguided personal choice, or the inevitable price of fame - and we never have to look at ourselves, and the role we may have played as fans in pushing them to that choice? So many of Taylor's fans are signalling every day that they're not okay with her being gay. They deserve to be confronted with the reality of that behavior. It has an effect on the human being behind the artist they claim to love.

Bringing other celebrities in on this would make it a wider conversation about society and the industry, not just Taylor herself. I can see the modern day Taylor preferring to take this stance. Her story matters, but as part of a bigger picture. This was exactly her approach with streaming rights - she used her position of power, in keeping 1989 off streaming services, to draw attention to a wider conversation about fair compensation for artists.

The "strength in numbers" coming out theory doesn't seem that far-fetched to me, though I think they would all need to get real about bearding for it to actually ignite a revolution. Otherwise it's just a load of people coming out at once to take the heat off any one person. Which is fine and a smart PR tactic, but hardly revolutionary.

Watching with interest, and compassion for all involved 🌌

Good thorough post.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Sodapop Curtis:

Sodapop is a great listener and tries his best to comfort people until they’re better. But, when it comes to expressing his feelings on a matter, he’ll get nervous and then immediately shut up, after he feels the lump in his throat creep. He doesn’t like sharing feelings unless it’s important. :(

He loves to keep stuff that reminds him of the past, like old drawings that Pony gave him, or an old horseshoe from his horse Mickey Mouse. Sodapop probably keeps a small box and hides it underneath the bed, thinking he is being sneaky. (Pony and Darry found it, but never said anything, just for him.)

Sodapop has a soft spot for classic romance films and often finds himself engrossed in old Hollywood love stories, and likes to imagine starring in one of those movies. If you need romance movie recommendations, just go to him, he’ll be the solution to all of your problems. <3

He has a collection of mismatched socks that he claims bring him good luck, and he wears them whenever he needs an extra boost of positivity. Most of the gang finds it weird, including his brothers, but Steve loves the idea. Sometimes you’ll see them both wearing mismatched socks.

Sodapop’s a natural with animals and has a special bond with a stray dog that he affectionately named Buddy, who often hangs around the Curtis household. Ponyboy loves Buddy, while Darry stays away from the doggy. But, he does give it leftovers that are safe for dogs, like eggs. :3

Soda is a natural peacemaker, and he often plays a mediator during conflicts within the gang, using his caring and understanding nature to bring harmony. The gang doesn’t know how he does it but is very thankful for his talent, mostly Ponyboy and Johnny.

He has a vintage record collection which was their mother’s, that he cherishes with his life, and he's known to dance around the living room with Ponyboy when their favorite tunes play. Darry has joined them a few times and sometimes the rest of the gang.

Guess who is back with more random headcanons. This time I chose Sodapop Curtis, since he is my second favorite greaser, right behind Tim Shepard. Sorry for being a bit late, I had to visit the doctor, just to check on my back. It was nothing bad of course! — 🎀 ヽ(´▽｀)/

Hi Sugar-Bow!! Have a little thought breakdown-

- Sodapop doesn’t do well with sharing his own problems/concerns/emotions because everyone assumes he’s got no problems with that supermodel smile

- Ponyboy found the box when he was looking for his shoes one time and was really touched that Sodapop kept the old drawings <3

- Old romances are the only ones Sodapop will sit through and he wears a wistful smile the whole time

- As a mismatched sock wearer, Steve and Sodapop will split a pair of socks in half so they can have matching mismatched!

- When it’s cold and rainy, Soda begs Darry to let the dog come in the house and it works about 50% of the time, but Darry refuses to let it happen every time cause he knows deep down, he’s got a soft spot for that old mutt

- Sodapop often gets called upon to soothe Dally when he gets in one of his moods or step between Steve and Pony/Darry when they start to squabble

- If the records are out, Soda’s either dancing around the living room or sitting on the couch, missin his mama <3

Glad your back’s okay, Bow! Thanks so much for the thoughts!!

[multifandomthoughts]

Sadness. Despair. Sorrow. Whatever you’d like to call it. That’s all that was left in your heart after your girlfriend Foo Fighters died. The world had been reset, and you were one of the only ones still present from the previous one. You and a child named Emporio.

Every day you spent without her, more agonizing than the rest. Everywhere you go, you’re reminded of her. Whether it be the giant slurpee cups from the seven eleven, or watching baseball on tv. You know you’ll get over her, you have to.

Eventually, days begin to get easier. Little steps in the right direction, doing more things around the house, and getting outside helped a lot. You won’t ever forget her, that’s for sure, but the pain of her death lessens, even just a tiny bit.

October rolls around, and it’s been an extra long and grueling day. Plopping down on the couch, you flick on the TV. Scrolling mindlessly, you stop on the classic movie channel. The original 1931 Frankenstein. Leaning back, you casually consume the film, not paying much mind to it. Until the titular reanimation sequence.

You don’t know what it is, but your eyes are glued to the screen. From death, comes life. Does this mean that it’s theoretically possible to bring back your girlfriend? Dropping everything, you run to your room to research. Even if it has only 1% chance, you’d do anything to bring back your beloved.

A thought pops into your head, however. What if she isn’t the same person you once knew? What if she’s the exact opposite, or doesn’t remember who you are? Shaking your head you try to push those thoughts to side, and continue to study. The optimism of success pushes you forward.

Onto the next steps, you visit the seaside closest to you. Wading into the ocean with your bucket, you scoop up a bunch of water, smiling widely. There, floating inside your bucket, was a multitude of plankton, visible to the naked eye. If you’re lucky, there’s probably even more plankton, that can’t be seen!

Returning home, you keep the plankton well fed, and in a tank until the next thunderstorm rolls around. Each day without a storm makes you more and more antsy, and you’re wondering if you should take the easy way out and use some form of electricity in the house.

Shaking your head, you decide to wait a bit longer. In your opinion, it would lessen the impact of your reunion, making it less heartfelt. In preparation for your experiment, you set up a makeshift pulley on the tallest tree you could find. This wasn’t Hollywood, not everyone is going to have a gothic lab in their basement.

Finally, the day comes. You can tell that there’s going to be a large storm by the air, it’s thick and heavy. Black clouds cover what once was a vibrant blue sky, for some people this would bring melancholy….but on this day, it brought hope.

Scurrying off to your workspace, you begin to dump the plankton in a large gallon bag. It’s not the most practical or logical way to store the creatures, but you figure that it’s the most convenient, as well as easiest to get out of.

Hoisting it in your arms, you scurry off to the makeshift pulley. Placing the bag of plankton on the makeshift wood ‘table’, you raise the mechanism towards the sky. Sitting below the tree, you hope with all your might that this experiment is a success.

Every time the lightning hits, you look up to discern if the bag is jiggling. Jiggling indicates that the lightning made direct contact, not just hitting the wood. After a few successful hits, you lower the pulley to see what had happened.

Nothing. No movement. Your experiment had been unsuccessful, as tears begin to flood your eyes. It was heartbreak all over again, but this time it was much more agonizing. Your sobs only get louder and louder, unaware of the sudden movement in the bag. Throat raw, eyes red, you only discover the sight in front of you once saltwater splashes directly on you.

Looking down, the colony of plankton had formed into the non-humanoid shape you knew and loved. As it squirms and attempts to get out, you stare at it, dumbfounded. Tearing the bag open, the creature slides out of it like grease on a wheel. They stare up at you, tilting their head as if they remember you.

“What happened to me?” They ask, and before they can receive an answer, you hug them with enough might to crush them. After getting that out of your system, you begin to explain to them how the world had been reset and that you were the only one to survive it.

Foo Fighters looks at you with what seems to be sorrow, and brushes a strand of hair out of your face. “Well, I’m glad that I’m back…to feel human again, to spend time with you.” Smiling widely, you can feel tears stinging your face. But this time, they’re happy tears. Something with a less than one percent chance of success, actually happened. As you cry, you can feel a slimy sensation coat your face.

Glancing over, you see Foo Fighters gently kissing your cheek and reaching their arms around you for a soft hug. Wiping your eyes, you look back into their eyes. Taking a deep breath, you suggest:

“I can’t wait to make a bunch of new memories with you. I love you so much, and I missed you so much…How about we find you a body, hm?” With that, you carry your reanimated girlfriend towards your home, to plan for the next steps, whatever they may be.

[simpforfandom231]

basketball star PT 12

As Y/N stepped into her car, the realization hit her like a tidal wave – she couldn't go to pick up Rachel without a small gift. In a moment of frenzy, Y/N decided that flowers would be a perfect gesture. She knew it was a classic choice, but the simplicity and charm of flowers felt just right for a coffee date.

Racing against time, Y/N rushed to the nearest flower shop. The colorful array of blooms greeted her, and she hastily chose a bouquet with a mix of vibrant flowers, hoping it would convey a sense of warmth and friendliness.

With the bouquet in hand, Y/N quickly paid and dashed back to her car. Her heart raced as she navigated through traffic, determined to make it to the hotel on time.

Arriving in front of the hotel, Y/N took a moment to compose herself. She glanced at the bouquet, hoping it would make the right impression. With a deep breath, she texted Rachel, "Hey, I'm here. Can't wait to meet you."

As she pressed send, the nervous excitement bubbled within her. The anticipation of the coffee date, coupled with the thrill of meeting someone she admired, created a whirlwind of emotions. Y/N sat in her car, the bouquet resting on the passenger seat, ready for the next chapter of the afternoon to unfold.

Y/N's phone buzzed with a text from Rachel, and as she read the message, a mix of excitement and nerves surged through her. Rachel was just doing the final touches, and she suggested Y/N could come up to her room. The actress provided instructions to go to the receptionist, mention her name, and they would guide Y/N to Rachel's location.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N gathered her courage. She picked up the bouquet of flowers, appreciating the vibrant colors and fresh fragrance. With a hopeful smile, she stepped out of her car, ready to embark on this unexpected adventure.

Entering the hotel lobby, Y/N approached the receptionist. "Hi, I'm here to pick up Rachel Zegler. She said to mention her name."

The receptionist, with a knowing smile, nodded. "Of course, Ms. Zegler is expecting you. Please follow me."

Y/N felt a mixture of excitement and curiosity as she followed the receptionist through the elegant hotel. The hallways seemed to stretch on forever until they finally reached Rachel's room. The receptionist knocked, announced Y/N's arrival, and then discreetly left them alone.

Rachel opened the door with a warm smile. "Hey, Y/N. Thanks for coming up. I'm almost ready."

Y/N couldn't help but feel a bit starstruck at the sight of Rachel Zegler standing before her. The actress's grace and charm were palpable. She handed the bouquet to Rachel, saying, "These are for you. I thought flowers might be a nice touch."

Rachel's eyes lit up with genuine appreciation. "Oh, thank you! They're beautiful. Come on in while I grab my jacket."

Y/N stepped into the room, trying to maintain her composure. The small talk flowed easily between them, creating an atmosphere of comfort. As Rachel prepared for their coffee date, Y/N marveled at the surreal nature of the situation – a spontaneous encounter with a Hollywood actress that had evolved into something more. The anticipation of what lay ahead, combined with the genuine connection they were beginning to build, set the stage for a memorable afternoon.

[seat-safety-switch]

Jail doesn’t have the latest and greatest shows. You might be surprised to find this out. Instead, there’s a network of pre-recorded, years-old garbage where some international entertainment crook is stacking paper as a result of their strategic acquisition of rights to movies that are so bad they won’t even be shown on airplanes anymore. A funnel of cash just drops directly into their lap, courtesy of people who are imprisoned being kinda bored.

It sure seems like a racket to me, and I don’t like it when there’s a racket around that I’m not making money from. That’s why Seat Safety Switch Penal Servitude Solutions has stepped up to the plate. We’ve gotten our hands on only the finest 1970s television for which the original rights holders have died or disappeared, and we license it for a cheap flat rate to your local for-profit detention centre. Sure, it’s still not current, but let’s be honest: at the rate Hollywood is going, they’ll be rebooting some of this stuff pretty soon anyway, and you can just squint at the set to make it sort of blurry and pretend it’s supposed to be HD.

We hope that the increased entertainment value of these classics will help you blow through the time you owe to society with a little more enjoyment. And hey, we haven’t forgotten about educational value. That’s right: we’ve also gotten ahold of billions of hours of instructional videos from YouTube, all of which have fewer than 100 views, so it’s not like they’re gonna find out. Prisoners will be able to learn thousands of new skills, which will help them lead a productive life when on the outside. Sure, we don’t actually know what’s in those videos – there are an awful lot of them – but we’re fairly confident that at least 1% of them have some educational value. Again, we pass the savings on to you.

So come on down to your local jail for a misdemeanour or even unpaid parking ticket and see what we’ve got cooking for entertainment. You might like it so much that you won’t want to leave! Just don’t get too stabby. Not all the prisons have signed on for our deal, and as anyone who’s been to either will tell you, jail is different from prison.

[authorityissues]

I went to a nice restaurant/classic hollywood establishment type place w my honey and some friends yesterday n I was stepping out for a smoke alone and opened the door right into this older guy w a posse who looked me up n down n made some salacious remark on my appearance without missing a beat to which the bouncer also without missing a beat told him he actually wasn't welcome in after all and then all of a sudden the posse is asking what's going on and there's people crooning their necks out of the suv towncar thing asking what happened and why isn't the driver doing anything about this and what did he do and I'm just smoking my cigarette on the sidewalk with that awkward shit-eating grin you do when there's no other response to a situation as some guy in a suit walks up to the bouncer and explains he's the manager of such n such and tried to smooth it over and the guy was like yeah that's cool but we don't act like that here. So anyways they all very irately climbed back in their fancy car and I thanked the guy for sticking up for me and he was like yeah we want everybody to have a good time and that's no way to act before you even get in the front door so shout out to Paul

[blazehedgehog]

What killed Halo?

That one is easy: losing Bungie.

This post contains spoilers for some Halo games.

I know that 343 Studios was spun out of Bungie, and contains a lot of what could be considered now-former-Bungie employees, but there's a simple fact that Halo 4 was where things started to go wrong.

Like, I have yet to play it for myself, but I watched someone else co-op all of Halo 4 from start to finish and I don't remember anything about that game. There were mech suits in it? I think? And, uh, here's spoilers for Halo 4, but I remember the game ending with Cortana pointlessly sacrificing herself, something I don't think they have ever meaningfully resolved over ten years later.

Every Halo game that 343 has done has been competent and identifiable as Halo but also never felt quite right. They have the vibe of, like, a Halo fan game more than they do a classic, true Halo game.

To the point where, with Halo Infinite, their whole thing was spun as "taking a step back" so they could make a game that "recaptured the spirit of Halo 1." Even they identified they had lost the thread and were hoping to do a soft reboot that would get them back on track.

Did it? I dunno. I didn't play Halo Infinite. Other people seemed pretty happy with that game, but the general consensus was that it had almost no plot to speak of whatsoever. Which, I mean, is par for the course with Halo to me.

Halo was a franchise where everything outside of the games was infinitely more interesting than what they put inside the games, because the stories inside Bungie's Halo games were extremely simple Hollywood action movie plots. "We gotta stop the aliens from doing a Halo, which means we gotta blow it up big style." That's Halo.

Halo 4 is where they started saying "actually we're bringing extended universe lore in to the games now" and 75% of the player base scratched their heads and went "who the hell is the Didact? What even IS a Didact? Is that human english?"

Like, no joke, I just punched "Didact" in to Google, nothing else, and I get:

The people want to know: Who was the Didact Halo? We just don't know.

And all of it can be traced back to 343 getting what makes Halo, but never getting it well enough.

[deepdisireslonging]

Height-Ho

It doesn’t matter how cheesy the pun is, it doesn’t take much to get Hangman Page riled up.

Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x Reader

Warnings/Promises: so many bad cowboy puns, fluff, SMUT

Word Count: 1056

Note: If you guy’s don’t know who Mae West is… you’re missing out. She’s got some of the best lines in classic Hollywood… and very inspirational. I was also overseas without internet when I wrote this… so I didn’t know about the Hardyz vs Young Bucks feud and the dressing up until after I got back. Kind of lucky timing. As always, comments and reblogs are super appreciate. Enjoy!

One of these days you were going to thank Tony Khan for instituting the “Retro” nights. Nobody wore their current gear, only ones that were at least older than AEW. This was especially fun for talent who’d been the business for a while and could call upon a plethora of their old looks to bring back for one night. Somehow, someone had convinced Jericho to use one of his early 2000’s looks, where his hair was kept in a high pony on top of his head. Jungle Boy ducked before he could get hit for aliking the legend to Pebbles from the Flintstones.

You had much more luck with the people in your circle. Kenny brought back the Terminator entrance (as did Brian Cage, making for a fun match later than evening), and the Bucks fought against the Hardyz with both brother sets wearing replicas of their first gears. Britt had her Adam, and you had yours. Your Adam wore the length of rope tied around his neck in a noose to the ring and back. It reminded you of when you first met him in the early days of your relationship. Now you were more direct with what you wanted; seeing him sweaty, chest heaving, and with tug-able locks made you yearn.

“Hey there, Cowboy.” It thrilled you to watch the knowing smile brighten up his face. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Yeah, shoot.”

As he kissed your forehead, you asked, “how tall are you without your horse?”

Adam chuckled. “Six feet… seven inches.” Behind him, Colt Cabana looked up in confusion.

“Never mind about the six feet,” you said after a whistle, “let’s talk about the seven inches.”

***

You still had a hold of his noose by the time he locked his dressing room door behind you. The sight of you leading him around by it caused several hoots and whistles… neither of which either of you heard. Adam pried your hands loose of the rope, pinning your wrists to the door. He kept you silent with little kisses over your lips, cheeks, eyelids, and under your jaw. When you were breathless, he deepened his kiss, pausing over the places he knew would make your blood hum.

“Did you like the show?”

“Mhmm.”

With a suckling kiss behind your ear, he drew an easy gasp from you. “Did you see anything special that you liked?”

“Mhmm.” Leaning forward to kiss him with your own strength, you added, “I’ve got him right here.”

Finally, he let your wrists go.

He always did that. Kept you on edge with kisses and slight touches while you couldn’t really reciprocate. It’s because he knew that once you got your hands on him, he couldn’t get a word or move in edgewise until he could wrestle control from you again. After dealing with the buttons on the remnants of his shirt, and the one on his jeans, you stripped him as he stripped you. Within a few more steps, he fell back to sit on the couch. You laced your fingers with his, arching his arms behind his head.

“Y/N-“

“Hi,” you grinned, kissing him on the tip of his nose.

“Hi, ho-“ Adam grunted as you sat on his lap. “How- how would you like a ride?”

“Yes, please.”

While one of his hands teased your breast, and the other your clit, you edged him with a few strokes before lining him up where you wanted him most. The fill of him distracted you. Adam held onto your hips as you sank, keeping you from taking him in a breath that neither of you would survive very long. When you were seated, he held you close. Heartbeat to heartbeat. Mouths to the curves of each other’s necks till you desperately squeezed around him. And still, he held you down, mouthing across your collarbone as you shivered with need.

“Adam-“

He thrust into you once. “Yes, darlin’?”

“More. Please.”

He set the pace until you wound up enough energy to meet his thrusts. Then, it was anybody’s game. Both of you were careful of using your fingernails down each other’s backs. Both of you were carful not to suck a mark visible above your ring gear. But you didn’t care about the noise. The way he could make you cry out with a twist of his hips; or the way you could make him shout with a squeeze of your walls. Your perspiration now matched his. Sticking to him, clinging to him as you did your best to chase the release that you needed and ensuring to bring him down with you.

Prayers, pleas, and desperate bartering were nothing against the speed he chose to fuck you with. After a while, all you could do was hang on, unable to do anything more than feel the coil tightening under your stomach. The twitch of him inside said he was close. You dug you fingers into his hair, arching back his head so you could pant against his cheek. But his own grip on your hair pulled you away, forcing you to watch one another gasp and moan in anticipation.

You shuddered first. Shivered and quaking, your eyes closed against your will, crossing under your eyelids as the pleasure streaked through your veins. Before it could come down, Adam released as well, moaning into the valley of your breasts.

Though your bodies stilled, your heartbeat raced like you’d run a marathon. Adam was doing no better. First a match, then fucking you, his chest heaved with a need for oxygen, and his eyes fluttered with the need for sleep.

Obnoxious pounding on the door startled you both.

“Oy, Hangman! Stick it back in your pants,” one of the Bucks shouted, “we gotta hit the road.”

You both smiled against each other’s skin. He murmured, “it was sweet while it lasted.”

“Yeah.” Holding him for another minute, you asked, “do I need to drive? I can if you’d like to sleep for once.”

“Nah, I’ve got it.” He nibbled at your earlobe. “Besides, I might want to play with you in the car.”

“I thought we were carpooling with the Elite-“

“So?”

You tsked. “Down, boy.”

“Oh, I’ll get there.”

As he nuzzled his nose into your cheek, you laughed. “When is it enough for you?”

“With you, Darlin’, never.”

***

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[cyphersyndromes]

The Seven husbands of Roseanne park

Inspired by: The Seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo ( Evelyn and Celia)

Sypnosis: Blonde princess, Roseanne park, is known for her infamous roles in Hollywood classics such as Gentlemen prefer blondes, Some like it hot, and Niagara. Her messy relationships have caused her to marry and frequently divorce, leaving the public on their knees to see her next lover, Although no one quite knows the raging flame inside her heart for her co-star, Y/n Y/l/n

Setting: Oscar night 1958, Rosie and y/n recently got into an argument, causing them to distance from eachother for 7 months leading up to the night in which rose and y/n both got nominated for an oscar.

Warnings: fluff, reunion,angst, closeted relationship, glamour galore :)

Oscar night, 1958. The golden age of Hollywood consisted of talented actors all wanting the title of an oscar.

Roseanne silently picks on her fingernails, nervous for the night as she was nominated for best actress for her role in Gentlemen prefer blondes. She was sitting in the back of a limozine, dressed in a stunning green gown that accentuated her figure along with pearls to her neck. Truly a gorgeous sight. To the left of her was her "Husband" Harry Reid, accompanying rose in a black classic tuxedo.

Harry notices his wife in discomfort and grabs her wrist whilst holding her hands. "It's going to be fine Rosie, you won't run into her, and if by any chance you do, nothing will happen," he says

"But I want something to happen harry, I haven't seen her in 7 months and 8 days, I know I messed up with y/n, I just want to talk to her for at least a few minutes," Rose says as she looked at her husband.

"Maybe Porter is there with y/n, you can also talk to him if you see him, I know how much our breakup has affected your relationship with him and I'm sincerely sorry," she said.

"Let's not worry about that right now, we are almost there, cheer up a little Rosie" harry said while giving her a reassuring smile while looking out the window, seeing they are the next car to walk on the red carpet whilst mobs of paparazzi are awaiting their arrival.

"Are you ready for this?" Harry says fixing his hair

"Ready as ill ever be, let's give the people what they want," Rosie said as the event coordinator opens their car door and immediately is shunned with flashing lights and chants of rosies name.

Rosie stepped out of the car, revealing her glamorous green dress making everyone on the carpet swoon in awe. A true princess

"Over here!....... Right here Rose!!!" was heard throughout the various clicks and flashes as rosie is posing with her husband alongside her.

She is guided forward toward the carpet whilst lights followed her. She and Harry promptly smile and pose for pictures as the audience is roaring for her dress.

"You all are lovely, truly, " rose says as she blows the cameramen kisses.

Holding Harry's hand, she is making her way inside the venue til loud roars erupt all over the carpet

Rose promptly turns to see what was causing the commotion.

As her loud surroundings were fading into a dead silence, her heart pounded, igniting the flame that was once presented amongst her before

There she sees her beloved y/n.

Wearing the most beautiful light pink dress, neck covered in pearls, and hair as shiny as it always has been, y/n, the most notable ginger in Hollywood of course.

She's is as beautiful as ever, my beautiful princess

Harry turns to see rose in complete awe as her eyes were glistening with pure devotion. Grabbing her hand once again, Rosie snaps out of her thoughts and smiles back at harry and quickly walks into the venue to get seated.

..

Rose and Harry were seated in their designated seats whilst waiting for the best actress category. Rosie was already uneasy due to her laying eyes on her ex-girlfriend. She had low expectations for this night, as in she would not take home the oscar. If any case she did not take home the trophy, she surely hoped y/n did.

Whilst watching other people's speeches, rosies heart felt heavy, as this is truly a remarkable experience, being at the Oscars with her husband ( who was actually her gay best friend). Everything was starting to hit her, causing her to pick at her fingernails once again.

"We will now be presenting the Nominees for best actress in a film" The announcer says.

"Nows the moment" harry says while squeezing rosies arm.

" Eleanor Hawke, Princess, and pearls...

Charlise Damsel, Say no to this

Y/n Y/l/n, Gentlemen prefer blondes

Roseanne Park, Gentlemen prefer blondes

Amber Monroe, Bulletproof girl "

..

..

"And the Oscar goes to..."

"Y/n Y/l/n, Gentlemen prefer blondes!" the announcer says

Feeling a spinning sensation, Rose clapped, feeling bittersweet, although she is happy to see y/n take home the oscar, seeing her is the most painful experience of them all.

Y/n stands in shock, hugging her "husband" Porter as she swiftly makes her way down the aisle whilst hearing the sounds of thousands of claps surrounding her.

Rosie stood and clapped, seeing her walk by the aisle next to her as if everything was in slow motion

She was mad because y/n looked extra pretty tonight, making the void she had in her heart open up even more as she missed her so much.

missed her cute kisses she would give when rose was pouty-faced, missed her sneaky moments when they would both run out of the set and hide backstage to have a quick makeout session.

missed how her hair fell perfectly onto her shoulders, almost as if the movie she was starring in was her true form

missed her laugh when they would read the most absurd books together

rosies heart heaved, seeing her walk down the aisle whilst picking up her long gown, flashing that beautiful smile.

She could've sworn y/n briefly made eye contact with her, looking away quickly.

..

"Oh dear," y/n said as she was handed the oscar and positioned the mic to her height.

"Wow, I'm so so so shocked I can hardly believe it dear god, um where to start," she says while looking at the audience.

" I would like to thank everyone who worked on Gentlemen Prefer blondes, such an extraordinary movie and I was so honored to be apart of it, alongside getting this oscar of course " y/n laughed

"I would also like to thank my wonderful husband, Porter Francis, thank you for being you truly, I love you, baby," she says causing harry to tense up alongside rose

Rose glances at Harry and grabs his hand, caressing his thumb gently to ease his nerves.

"And I have one more thing to say," y/n says as she looks at the trophy and sets it on the stand next to her.

" I would like to give thanks to a mystery person..." y/n says as she glances over to rosies row, laying her eyes on her, making rose shudder.

"Shit bitch" harry whispers to Rosie as she gulps.

"Although this person and I haven't talked in a while due to a slight indifference, I want them to know I still think about them, and I don't want to give up on them yet.." y/n says whilst still looking at Rosie.

" I remember asking this person if I was tolerable, in a sense that I could be of good company to a person like them, and they told me that if I wasn't tolerable to some that they would be the one to tolerate me, and now that I'm up here saying this speech with this award in my hand, I wonder how tolerable I am to you now," y/n says as she draws a faint smile in her face, chuckling to Rosie.

Rose smiles chuckling while a teardrop slowly streams down her face.

" To this mystery person, Please don't lean too close to the TV when this replays on all the channels okay!!" y/n says with a smile as a tear too slowly drops down her face.

Y/n then grabs her award and is escorted off the stage while everyone claps.

Rosie claps and sniffles as she was crying subtly to her speech directed at her. and the way her girlfriend embarrassed her with the one moment she broke her tooth leaning into seeing y/n on screen in her living room tv.

She truly missed her and knew she had to talk to her.

..

As the award show continued on, rose sat in her seat, looking around desperate to find y/n.

Rosie sees a pink gown and ginger locks get out of their seat and make their way to the restroom.

Perfect

"Harry ill be right back" she says

Rosie excused herself from her chair whilst handshaking fellow friends and directors that she worked with.

Walking down the aisle towards the restrooms, she felt a massive lump in her throat, as if she was about to throw up her words as she had so much to say to y/n.

She pushed the door to the restroom and saw y/n near the sink, washing her hands whilst drying them to put her gloves back on.

Everything stopped.

A moment of pure nothingness.

".Y-y/n?" Rose said, causing y/n to drop her glove and turn to face rosie.

"R-Rosie" y/n says nearly tearing up.

rose looked at y/n with such intent, and sorrow, as she missed those gleaming eyes, always protruding with such eagnerness.

Rose dropped her fur coat and ran to hug y/n, experiencing so many emotions.

"Before you speak please let me explain, I'm so so sorry my love for arguing with you. I was so frustrated with the headlines about my sincereness with harry as they found pictures of my car at porters place, which in reality was our place. I'm truly so sorry for lashing out at you, I wanted it to work between you and I dear I truly did, and I still want it to. Living with this double life has really taken a toll on me, not on your behalf, but on mine, I know it's not acceptable for us in the world, but I promise that won't ever affect my love for you darling, Please never forget that the sun rises and sets with your smile. At least to me, it does. You’re the only thing on this planet worth worshipping y/nnie. I won't ever do that to you ever again my love." rose cries out while embracing y/n

Faint sobbing is heard and rose pulls out the hug to see y/n crying. She places her hand on her chin, wiping away her tears.

"Please, I'm so miserable without you, it was so hard to even get out of bed without having your hands under my shirt grabbing my boobs, gosh I fucking missed that Rosie I missed everything about you " y/n chuckles as she looks up to rosies eyes while tears are still streaming out of hers.

"I know it's impossible in this stupid close-minded world, but I really wished I could've just screamed how much I loved you up there, could you imagine that??? me declaring my love for you" y/n laughs whilst rosie is smiling caressing her face.

"Actually I cant dear, can you show me" rose says laughing.

" ROSEANEEE PARKKKKK!!! I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUU MY BEAUTIFUL GIRL!!!!!!!" y/n screams

Rosies eyes open in disbelief and quickly laughs while moving her face closer to y/ns, missing her touch.

"honestly, I don't really care if anyone were to walk in enough for me to do this" Rosie says as she lifts y/ns face up with her index finger and smashes her lips upon hers, closing the void in her heart that longed for y/ns touch

As if everything were in slow motion, y/n and rosies lips collided, ending the war between their two hearts that were fighting for each other's touch.

Y/n tip toes to wrap her arms around rosies neck, causing her to break away from the kiss and smile, looking upon her lover's eyes as they slowly directed from her gleaming orbs back to her irresistible lips, longing for more.

.....

So so so cute, ugh i love evelyn hugo and celia so you know i had to do it.

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