Tommy Wiseau was confused about the differences between 35 mm film and high-definition video so he
decided to shoot the entire film in both formats simultaneously using a
custom-built apparatus that housed both cameras side-by-side and
required two crews to operate. (x)
Can we just talk about how fantastically feminist Brooklyn Nine-Nine is? I can’t believe how consistent they are with it. I didn’t even realize how great they were with it until the start of season 2. The moment that stood out to me was in Chocolate Milk when the suspect mentions how he was watching women doing hot yoga from the window. I just kind of prepared myself for inevitable creepy jokes amongst the group of three men, the kind of jokes that are always present on sitcoms and that I have come to accept as the norm, even from my favorite shows. But instead, I was wonderfully surprised to see Jake obviously creeped out by the guy’s comment and likening it to as bad as the crime they were questioning the suspect about. For a comedy to be this great when it comes to feminist representation is really amazing. After re-watching the show a lot more I don’t know why I was so surprised. All the characters, Jake especially, do a great job of being feminists throughout. Whether it be the positive female friendships, Charles’ apology for continually asking Rosa out when she wasn’t interested, Jake letting Amy be with who she wants even though he likes her, or any of the other dozens of examples. Sorry this was so long, I just really love this show’s positivity. The cast and crew are so great at changing up comedy and proving a show can be funny/successful without resorting to cheap and offensive stereotypes. Thanks to the great actors and the wonderful minds behind the show, Mike Schur & Dan Goor (the same geniuses who brought us the positivity of Parks and Rec and the female, feminist idol that is Leslie Knope).
I got so invested in The Office that I after I finished the show, I just sat there for about five minutes and then I looked up and said, “I am not doing well.” like I was talking to an invisible camera. It took me a few seconds before I realized what I just did.
I imagine the reader always wanted to be an author, but isn’t good enough. So she starts to write/learning how to write screenplay and after years she got to be one of the authors for a screenplay where Tom Hiddleston is the main actor. And the reader has a crush on him, of course ^^“ Yeah and they met a set and maybe she helps him learning his lines etc.
Well I’d like you to make a cameo appearance. The last time I really liked that! :) Yeah and maybe … Tom is bad on purpose so he’s getting to see the reader more often XD
I hope i gave what you expected Jo! Enjoy~
As a kid growing up, writing had always been Y/n’s passion. When times got tough, she found her safe haven in pen and paper. Too bad she was never good at it, she adored the idea of being able to bring her imagination to life. But, of course to any writer, it’s easy to feel insecure about what you write. It’s easy to feel as if people will see it and go, ”Ugh. Another pile of cliché crap.“ Thank God she had the support of her family, else she wouldn’t be here now. She has a lot to thank them for, if it wasn’t for the guiding hands of her parents, she’d probably be stuck in some underpaid job that she’s over qualified for. But her Dad once said, ” ‘Aim for the stars, do what you love. 'Cause in the end, it’ll all be worth it.’ “ So, when she was in high school, she made it her duty to top her English classes, she got into script writing. When she got out of highschool, she went to collage and worked hard to make her parents proud and make a name for herself. She got out with her bachelor’s degree and a shit ton of confidence. She was hired by Hollywood to write scrips for up coming movies, but it wasn’t just her there, there’s other people who were fine with competing against her for the spot. Basically, the director just gathered a few newbie screen writers and told them what to write on, and they’d pick the best from it. It has Y/n on the end of her nerves for the past five weeks. And after all that, here she is, nervously biting her fingernails as she tapped her feet. They were getting their results today, she was called and she had been slowly counting down the hours.
"Oh would you calm down?” Danielle, who had become a very close friend of hers since she was hired by Hollywood says. She was an actress, and a very good one at that. She had worked in the movie industry since she was nine, she had acted in really big movies, having minor rolls in the Harry Potter franchise, and then working with Marvel studios and BBC’s Doctor Who. They were both in her apartment, a place where Y/n had spent most of her time. Danielle was doing her best to calm her nerves, seeing that every minute she’d check her email or pace around.
“What if they don’t like it?” Y/n wonders aloud, plopping down on the red couch behind her, sitting on the edge, rocking a bit out of nervous habit. “They would love it, they’d be crazy and stupid if they didn’t take yours. I swear, if I lose that bet to Ben, I’ll die.” Danielle mutters the last part, but Y/n catches it, turning her head so fast she could’ve gotten whiplash. “You and Ben made a bet on me?” she asks incredulously, her eyes widening as she stares at the mocha skinned girl. Who just gives an apologetic smile, taking a sip from her smoothie. Y/n sighs, rubbing her temples, an old, familiar feeling of doubt settling in her stomach. The girl almost jumps out of her skin when her phone lets out a ping, her eyes trails down to her phone on the coffee table. “Well, go on. I’m right here with you Y/n,” Danielle smiles kindly, the hand she puts on Y/n’s shoulder was reassuring.
Deep breath now, Y/n.
The girl cautiously picks up the device, unlocking it, she sees the little G-mail notification at the top of her screen. She clicks on it, and was surprised to see that it was the director himself. “Shit… Dani. It’s from Gabe.” Y/n says, and Danielle squeals, clapping her hands together, nudging her arm with her shoulder. “Go onn.” With her heart pounding a mile a minute, she reads the email aloud for Danielle to hear as well.
“ 'Hey, Y/n. Before I begin, I want to let you know that I am so impressed with your work. The first draft alone was just fantastic and exactly what I was looking for–’ ”
“Well that’s good news,” Danielle mumbles, smiling like an idiot.
“ 'I have to let you know that my screenwriters would get absolutely nowhere without you. So how about you come in on Saturday morning so I could introduce you to the crew?’ ”
Oh.. my GOD! Holy Flaming fish sticks!
Through her shock of finding out that she actually got to where she wanted, Danielle scrambles for her phone. And she quickly calls her boyfriend, “Hey Ben. Yeah, you owe me fifty bucks.” __________
“The the rest of the cast would be there, I think you should meet them.” Danielle smirks knowingly at Y/n who sat across from her in the back seat of a cab. It was month into filming, and Gabe had called her in because he wanted to see her for something or another. Y/n was nervous, only because the one celebrity she was crushing on is going to be there. Danielle told her when the auditions came around, that a certain British actor would be working with her as the main character and she knew the girl had a crush on her now co-star Tom Hiddleston. When the girls got to the set; a large green field, it was more country side than anything. There was a barn far off to the right edge of the field, and a horse stable not far from it. White tents were set up already, the makeup area and the food tents. People were moving around busily, clearly putting things into order. It was a fairly sunny day, so they were doing a few of the outdoor shoots today. “I’m gonna go get changed and head off to make up, you find Greg yeah?” Danielle says, turning Y/n in the direction that Greg would likely be before strutting away. She found Greg standing under a tent where the technical equipment was set up under, he was very easy to find, since he was in a black tee with DIRECTOR splayed on the back. As Y/n made her way over, a few of the crew members acknowledging her as she passed them. “Y/n, Love, c'mere,” Greg says once she sees her, waving her over. Greg, was a really big director, he was a very flamboyant man with red hair and eyes like the night sky. He more acted like a kid high on caffeine than an adult, which made him very fun and easy to work with. She didn’t see the other person standing there with him though, who he was chatting comically with. Greg wraps an arm around her shoulders when she steps up next to him, “Tom here, wanted to say a few things to you,” he smiles, motioning to a very calm looking Tom Hiddleston.
Y/n completely freezes up, this man is her idol, and to actually be meeting him now…a few are that privileged. Danielle comes skipping over, pulling to a halt next to the stunned Y/n and Tom who was beginning to look a lot more awkward. “So Tommy, I see you’ve met my partner in crime,” She smiles, she had changed out of her dark jeans and white tee for horse riding gear. A white long sleeved blouse and high waisted brown pants accompanied with black riding boots. Tom smiles at them, running a hand through his hair that was dyed blond for his character. “Ah, yes. I just wanted to say that your work with the script was just….beautiful–perfect. It was amazing.” Tom stutters to find the right word to use, so he just goes with the ones that pop to mind. He didn’t expect the girl to be so pretty, dressed in a simple dark blue sun dress with high top converse sneakers, her hair tossed up into a mess of a bun. When he read the script, he immediately knew why Gabe took hers at first glance. It was absolutely perfect, the way she wrote her characters – Wow. Danielle, noticing the girl hasn’t said a word back to Tom yet, she nudges her with an elbow. “Oh–yes. Uh, thank you. It was my pleasure,” Y/n says professionally, taking his hand in hers when he puts it out for her to shake. “Tom, you’re up,” Greg calls, standing near the barn, his hands cupped around his mouth. Tom looks back the girls, smiling again, his eyes lingering on Y/n. “We’ll catch up later yeah?” When Tom jogs over to where Gabe was standing, Danielle whistles lowly. Her brown eyes glued to Tom’s backside, “Girl, you are so damn lucky. If a guy that hot was hitting on me, I’d die.”
“I’m telling,” Y/n quickly replies, and Danielle snorts a laugh, “You’re hitting on Ben’s best friend,” Y/n smiles when Danielle playfully pushes her shoulder, wiggling her eyebrows at her, “Scared I’ll take your man?” With flushed cheeks, Y/n grumbles, “No. He’s not mine… Shut up.”
For the past three weeks, Y/n was on set more often. She and Tom had gotten a lot closer, only of course with Danielle’s prompting and she and Greg playing matchmaker for the past week. The three of them had been up to nothing but trouble. Currently the Y/n was in the bathroom on the set site, trying to get a coffee stain out of her white blouse. Tom had spilled it on her when they were talking and Greg had accidentally bumped unto the man. Which just flared up a stream of swears from Greg, a lifetime worth in apologies from Tom and Y/n telling them it was alright. When she goes back outside, Tom was sitting against the wall. A script book with all his lines highlighted in his hand. He gets up and they both walk back down the hall, it was lunch time, so they could do whatever. “Hey love birds,” Danielle shouts, getting both Tom’s and Y/n’s attention. She was standing at the snacks table, munching on a pretzel. Tom shakes his head and chuckles while Y/n’s cheeks flush pink, Dani had make it her duty to call them that since the sock incident. They were sock sliding this one time and Tom sort of fell on Y/n, but before he could get up, they got lost in each other’s eyes. And Danielle never let that ’chick flick’ moment go. Tom’s eyes were still stuck in in the book when they walked over, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. In honesty, he was trying to distract himself, because he noticed that for the past few days he had been feeling something that was more than just friendship to the young screenwriter. But, he was afraid to say anything, he didn’t want their friendship to be ruined and she hate him forever. Later that day, they were once again getting ready to do more outdoor shots, Danielle was busy with that, and Y/n took that time to go see the horses in the barn. She’s been in there a few times to just pet the animals, there were only three horses, a stallion with a sleek black coat, a mare whose coat is very deep shade of brown with white socks. And a young one which is only five months old that’s brown as well. Y/n walks quietly into the barn, she was a bit startled to see Tom there, petting the stallion. “Hey,” She says, announcing her presence to the British man. He looks over his shoulder briefly, smiling at her, “Hey.” “I guess we had the same idea,” Tom chuckles, nodding at her. She smiles, walking over to pet the horse’s neck. As Tom watches her he feels his heart skip a beat, how could someone be so beautiful just doing nothing at all? He must admit, he’s never felt this way about anyone in such a long time, and it scares him. All his past relations ended badly one way or another, and then to put his heart out again….. “Y/n?” Tom calls softly, watching as she took her e/c eyes off the stallion to look at him. “hmm?” “There’s something I need to tell you. And, I may regret this in the long run…” Tom swallows uncomfortably, chuckling nervously. Y/n gives him a confused smiles, wondering why he was suddenly acting nervous. “This may seem forward. But the past few weeks I’ve known you has been nothing short of amazing. You are beautiful in every aspect of the word, a-and you make me feel so happy, just being yourself. An–” Tom’s words were cut short when Y/n wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “I–I didn’t finish… ” Y/n giggles, “Shut up,” Tom wraps his arms around her waist, letting himself get lost in her embrace. She pulls away, smiling up at him, “I thought I would’ve said it first.” She laughs softly, she could just stand there forever and drown in the blue of his irises. “C-can I kiss you?” Tom asks, his voice barely a whisper. Y/n smiles, “I’d like that,” The kiss was soft, and sweet, as one of Tom’s hand cups her cheek and her fingers tangle in his soft blond locks. A loud shout of, “YES!” breaks the kiss, at the entrance of the barn was Danielle, dressed in a red flannel shirt and white jeans. She had a shit-eating grin on her face. Embarrassed, Y/n hides her face in Tom’s shirt while he chuckles and Dani does a victory dance. “Greg! You so owe me. Pay Up!”