how do you think pope and deer!reader meet :3
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a real meet-cute, like some disney movie shit— which makes sense considering pope thinks you’re the closest thing to a real life disney princess he’s ever seen. like, he’s convinced birds start to sing and animals start to speak when you come around. he’d be surprised if there’s not an evil step mother you’re not telling him about.
you were volunteering after a particularly bad storm, the outerbanks seems to always have one or two as summer starts — and the year you met was no different. you had been tasked with walking seemingly every dog in kildare, taking care of them whilst their owners got their affairs in order. you stumbled along the beach, a comical amount of dogs practically tugging you along on a leash. pope was headed back to his fathers grill when he saw you.
he originally looked because of all the dogs, the way you were struggling to keep up with them making him chuckle to himself— but his gaze remained because you were beautiful and he couldn’t help it. just as his gaze was about to tear away from you, he watched as a small fluffy white dog escapes its harness — bounding up the beach to sprint past pope.
you shriek, panicking — which sends all the dogs into a frenzy as they watch their tiny furry friend disappear into the distance. pope takes one look into your tearful, helpless eyes — finally noticing his presence, and he drops his plastic bags full of his dads supplies — taking off into a full sprint after the dog that ran free. you watch as he disappears, catching your breath and trying to calm the chorus of alarmed barking dogs.
not even two minutes later, pope returns with a struggling, scrappy white dog in his arms, a hole in his shirt and small tooth marks in his hand. he jogs over, panting from the chase.
“oh my goodness.” you touch your chest as he allows you to take the dog from him, shoving him back into his tightened harness and placing him back on the ground. “thank you so much, are you okay?”
pope is doubled over, breathless when he lifts his hand in the air, showing you the bite on the back of it. “you can’t get rabies from dogs, right?”
“oh i— i don’t think so? i can’t believe he bit you, i feel terrible.”
“you’re good, it’s not your fault. i know a kook dog when i see one.” he waves you off and you giggle, closing in on yourself a little. it was clear you were rather shy the same way he once was, and he’d have to do more of the work in making conversation— but that was okay, he understood. you seemed skittish, like you were curious about pope and simultaneously wanted to bolt in the other direction. your general demeanour kind of reminded him of a baby deer on trembling legs. “do you uh, need any help with those dogs? i could see you kind of struggling there.”
“i couldn’t ask that of you.” you shake your head and he scoffs, kissing his teeth and taking some leashes off the giant conjoined one you’d created.
“please, i got nowhere to be.” he was lying, but he was sure his dad would understand that he simply needed to help a pretty girl on the beach. “oh, i’m pope. can i… ask your name?”
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I NEED to ask about Scotaloo's new name, any reason you guys picked that? It's very funny as a latine person I need to know if it's intentionally that way
What's funny is every time I post something with Socorro in it, I get a bunch of replies about this. Socorro is a real name. It means "help," but it's also a name that was popular in the early 1900s, similar to Dolores. Her nickname would be Coco.
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so you remember the part in the new chuckle video where ted is in the tank and they come back and schlatt was just sitting on those metal stairs? imagine they coming back and flipping the camera to just se you making out with schlatt on the stairs, like i know he’d be so into making out in public and all of his friends being so over it 😭😭
PLEASSSEEEE HE WOULD BE!!
Them circling back and he’s got you in his lap on the stairs making out with you. And when he noticed the guys coming back around he doesn’t shy away or look guilty he happily waves to them with you still in his lap.
Imagining the camera panning to Ted and him just being like, “Jesus fucking Christ man.”
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Do you have any recommendations for movies about theatre/working in theatre?
as a rule most films about theatre suck; i think this happens for a variety of reasons but the main ones for me are as follows:
capturing the ephemerality and nuance of an art form that is live and unedited in a medium that generally speaking does not recreate the closeness and specific energy of theatrical performance is really really difficult
so many films about theatre turn into bad parodies of stereotypes of what it's like to work in theatre and/or just get shit so terribly wrong about what the process is actually like that it turns me off
however! there are a few really incredible films about theatre and those whom we might call theatre people that i think capture both the triumphs and difficulties of theatre as an art form and/or career path in a way that is cinematically and dramatically interesting and engaging:
opening night (john cassavetes, 1977)
all that jazz (bob fosse, 1979)
the producers (both the mel brooks OG from 1968 and the 2005 adaptation of the musical directed by susan stroman)
to be or not to be (ernst lubitsch, 1942)
high school musical (kenny ortega, 2006)
waiting for guffman (christopher guest, 1996)
marat/sade (peter brook, 1967)
asteroid city (wes anderson, 2023)
floating weeds (yasujirō ozu, 1959)
the dresser (peter yates, 1983)
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