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daily friendly reminder that patty jenkins was supposed to be the first female director in the marvel cinematic universe (in it’s EIGHT film. marvel studios first female director will be anna boden co-directing captain marvel, it’s first female lead film, with ryan fleck. a man. it is mcu’s TWENTY-FIRST film, to be released in 2019. it started in 2008).

she was attached to thor: the dark world (released in 2013) but exited the project due to “creative differences”. in her own words “I could have made a great Thor if I could have done the story that I was wanting to do. But I don’t think I was the right person to make a great Thor out of the story they wanted to do.

now she’s the first female director of the dc extended universe (directing the first female lead of it in it’s fourth film, released in 2017. it started in 2013.) and made one of the best and most critically acclaimed superhero movies of all time, starring, for the first time in 75 years, wonder woman in a solo story.

kevin feige must be eating his fingers right now.

  • Twice: *never forgets about unnies and female dongsaengs, fangirls about girl groups and female idols together and watch the majority of their vlives, always sings about guys and girls, absolutely love their female sunbaes, doesn't change the female pronouns when they cover songs by boy bands although the majority of female artists do*
  • Chaeyoung: *watched Carol (a lesbian movie) and wrote a defense for it, cut her hair short to be like Kristen Steward, wants to be reborn as a guy to be able to wear cool clothes and act suave, said she'll take care of all the unnies' and oppas' hearts, likes being called oppa, hyung, and boyfriend*
  • Nayeon: *wants to be reborn as a guy to know what it's like to have a girlfriend, asked Jeongyeon to teach her how to be a girl crush, wanted to use rainbow lights to set the mood in their dorm bedroom, got matching rainbow nails with Blackpink's Jennie and matching phone cases with Gfriend's Sowon*
  • Jeongyeon, Jihyo, and Momo: *watched Yuru Yuri, a yuri anime together and told fans about it, even recommended the series*
  • Jeongyeon: *said she's Gfriend's boyfriend*
  • Jihyo: *said The Handmaiden (a controversial but critically acclaimed explicit lesbian movie)was worth watching and should be watched, got matching phone cases with Gfriend's Yerin*
  • Momo: *accepted a female fan's wedding proposal at a fan meet, is Twice's mom and dad along with Jeongyeon aka Twice's married couple, likes Nayeon both ways, danced a couple dance with Mina for the theme This Love, called Mina her gf multiple times, bragged about the Mimo kiss for days*
  • Mina: *likes it when Nayeon rolls over to her bed, wants to be reborn as Beyonce to appeal to girls, said she really likes cool girls before Sana stopped her because they were on live radio, cooked just for Momo, was flushed over the Mimo kiss for days*
  • Sana: *flirts with female fans and the members 24/7 and proud of it, calls Eunha her gf, fangirls over how surreal Chengxiao looks in her sleep, kisses Dahyun 24/7, gets all the girls' numbers, was upset her chances for getting a gf weren't higher, bragged about kissing Jeongyeon, said she pays more attention to girls while watching tv, repeatedly confessed her love for female idols and girl groups on vlives and other shows, etc. etc. etc.*

What she says: Im fine
What she means: Why isn’t Megamind a better rated movie? Megamind as a character shows so much potential and character development, and the movie portrays potentially good, superhero characters that have horrible morals that do questionable, sometimes horrible, things. Megamind shows the audience that not everyone who’s got the costume and cape is the Good Guy™, and not every villain is inherently bad. Megamind is just an overall fantastic movie and I’m disappointed it’s not as acclaimed as other animated movies.

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[ANNOUNCEMENT] Nendoroids & Scale figures from Your Name (Kimi no Nawa)!

From the highly acclaimed movie, Your Name by Makoto Shinkai comes 2 nendoroids and 2 scale figures to be released! More info. to be announced at a later date. 

  1. 1/8th Scale Mitsuha Miyamizu
  2. 1/8th Scale Taki Tachibana
  3. Nendoroid Mitsuha Miyamizu
  4. Nendoroid Taki Tachibana

If you haven’t already watched the movie, I highly recommend it!! - Kitty ❀

10 Books Any Gentleman Should Read

A gentleman is a lot of things, but there is one aspect that is rarely discussed but equally important: being well-read. This not only applies to keeping up to date in a man’s chosen field but also reading for pleasure. I begin the list with 10 essential books for a modern gentleman.


The Odyssey by Homer

The epic journey is a theme close to the essence of manhood, and there is no journey more epic or wrought with trials, revenge, destitution and perseverance than Odysseus’ galumph across the ancient Mediterranean.


The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald 

While The Great Gatsby is a highly specific portrait of American society during the Roaring Twenties, its story is also one that has been told hundreds of times, and is perhaps as old as America itself: a man claws his way from rags to riches, only to find that his wealth cannot afford him the privileges enjoyed by those born into the upper class. 


Death In Venice by Thomas Mann

A repressed homosexual gentleman endures a silent and unrequited passion for a young boy while staying at a Venetian hotel during plague season. Gentlemen will enjoy this famous novella for its lavish descriptions of hotel lobbies, hallways and reception rooms – just the sort of places where gentlemen hang out.


A La Recherche Du Temps Perdu by Marcel Proust

Marcel Proust’s sublime portrait of fin-de-siecle Parisian high society; a must for an understanding of the infinitely fine grain of snobbery – also something of a soap opera if you read it fast enough. For those unable to make it through the whole 1,500 pages, the film adaptation by Volker Schlondorff is an acceptable substitution.


Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

Few book quotes or titles have penetrated the common vernacular like the phrase ‘Catch-22’, and few books have managed to dance the tightrope of satire, philosophical rambling and comedy quite like Joseph Heller’s masterpiece. If you like to think and laugh at the same time, you are a man who will love ‘Catch-22’.


Ulysses by James Joyce

The tale of two peripatetics: a shabby-genteel supply teacher and an ad’ space salesman wandering the streets of Dublin in the early 1900s. There isn’t a gentleman in this novel – the finest written in the English language ever – and that alone is a good reason for soi-disante ‘gentlemen’ to read it… and marvel.


The Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse

Steppenwolf begins with a preface narrated by the nephew. The nephew meets Harry Haller, or Steppenwolf, when he rents rooms at the aunt’s boarding house. The nephew dislikes Steppenwolf immediately because he seems shy, unsociable, and snobbish. The nephew admits that he grows to like Steppenwolf after spending time with him and learning about his divided nature. He views Steppenwolf as “a genius of suffering.” The nephew tells the reader that he will present Steppenwolf and his story without any commentary, but he repeatedly interjects “psychological observation[s].” Steppenwolf leaves his manuscript to the nephew, who then publishes it. The text, or “Harry Haller’s Records,” is the result.


The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

In my opinion, one of the best book ever written. You will not want to put this book down even at 1,400+ pages. You’ll see the best and worst sides of a brilliant, cunning man. From rags to riches and back again, it’ll leave you wanting more.


Where Men Win Glory: The Odyssey of Pat Tillman by Jon Krakauer

With a critically-acclaimed movie, multiple books and a Congressional hearing, we all know the story of Pat Tillman as someone who turned down millions of dollars in the NFL to serve his country in Afghanistan.  What makes Krakauer’s account so compelling is that it goes inside the complicated, emotionally charged and sometimes contradictory forces of patriotism, honor, intellectual curiosity and justice that drove Pat Tillman.

The Picture Of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde

Wilde’s book was influenced by Huysmann’s, and despite being a blatant crib and full of purple passages it has become the most influential of modern fairytales, ever alerting us to the price we pay when we pursue style in lieu of substance…

Did you see Rogue One? (Spoilers)

In addition to important conversations about representation, something that’s stayed with me about Rogue One is that last scene. You know the one: Darth Vader just kind of walking down a hallway.

The entire story up to that point was one movie and it ended with a beautiful and heartbreaking scene on a beach. Then, the second movie began. We didn’t really need to see this addition to the story — we could have easily guessed what happened next — but Disney / Lucasfilm gave it to us anyway and I am so glad they did.

I mean, you kind of knew how that bit was going to end, one way or the other, and yet it was still so enjoyable and, I think, legitimately scary. Why?

It’s a short horror film.

I think a lot about how many of the best movies are camouflaged genre films and I’m sure I’ve written some way-too-long posts on Facebook about it more than once, but let me start with a different point about that.

Jurassic ParkTerminator (and to be fair, T2 as well). Both great movies. Something that always strikes me about the recent sequels / soft reboots / whatever… is that they forget the originals were at their heart, horror films — or at least relied heavily on horror tropes — borrowing stylistically and thematically.

I mean, okay, I’m no horror or genre movie expert, but if I remember correctly, as a kid, Terminator was always in the “horror” section of the video store.

Point is, Jurassic Park even has campy jump-scares.

And even though the T-Rex runs after the heroes, the protagonists are in a Jeep — so the speed is relative… and it’s effectively a nightmare hallway scene, where they can’t quite seem to get away as the killer slowly gains on them (more on that concept later). They don’t shy away from it at all.

Jurassic WorldTerminator Genisys? They’re action movies. They traded in these kind of beautiful tension-building scenes borrowed from genre movies for robot explosions and a T-Rex fighting a genetically engineered super raptor. They abandoned telling the story well — in other words, matching how the story is told (form) to what the story is about (function) in favor of trying to make “a wild ride” or whatever.

Back to Rogue One. That last scene is one of the only times I’ve ever found Darth Vader legitimately scary on screen (O.K. maybe the ending of Empire — but not like this). I was so impressed with this scene. It could have easily gone the way of the prequels — Vader boomeranging his lightsaber all over the place, force-leaping half a mile, performing needless pirouettes, but instead, he just walks forward.

Which — kind of unrelated — is tonally similar to what I loved about the 2003 Clone Wars animated series. General Grievous, ironically unlike the weird coughing cartoon character we got in the movie, was a badass killer. He was legitimately scary. And the way they put together the scenes that centered him as a villain really emphasized that. They borrowed tropes and stylistic elements from horror.

Vader doesn’t move fast because he doesn’t need to (of course, canonically he can’t really). He just plods forward, methodically killing everyone in his path. Tell me you don’t see the T-800 in that. Or Jason. Or Michael Myers. I love it.

The scene is a perfect, self-contained piece of art. The protagonist has a clearly defined goal with an item (a classic McGuffin) tied to that goal. That one rebel needs to get the disc down the hallway and through the door, to safety.

Here’s what makes it a short horror film:

The door gets stuck. The lights go out. Smoke and mist rises. The antagonist — a killer villain — appears with a goal in antithesis to the protagonist’s. Between the two, there’s a group of protectors. They fight, the protagonist and his allies try everything they can to stop or escape the villain and achieve their goal until, as we build to the climax, a dramatic question becomes clear. Will the protagonist sacrifice his life to achieve his goal, or will he succumb to fear allowing the villain to prevail? He pushes the disc through the crack in the door, he tells his last ally to run — to carry on without him — and he sacrifices himself for the greater good.

Again, this scene has a really simple yet elegant structure, executed flawlessly. Protagonist wants to deliver the disc to safety: Thesis. Antagonist wants to prevent the delivery of the disc: Antithesis. Despite complications, obstacles, and ultimate sacrifice, the disc is moved to safety: Synthesis.

The protagonist achieves his goal, though not how he wanted to. Strengthening that journey, he had to sacrifice what he wanted (personal survival) to achieve what was needed (survival of the disc and therefore, the group).

We knew that would be the conclusion all along because we’ve seen A New Hope, but I think it’s still compelling because it’s so perfectly structured and so well executed — the form of the scene perfectly matching the function.

Even better, this scene is thematically a microcosm of the entire story that just came before it.

Using horror tropes and borrowing from that genre works so perfectly in this scene because that’s exactly what it is. It’s a survival horror. The protagonist in this scene is stuck in a confined space, trying to escape while being hunted by a supernatural predator. What about that doesn’t lend itself to horror?

More major releases should embrace this philosophy. Hollywood needs to respect the intelligence of audiences a little more and stop jamming stories into whatever genre they’re determined to make. Instead, let the story guide stylistic choices. They shouldn’t be at odds; they should reinforce each other. That’s when a movie becomes art.

Let’s circle back to that idea about the slowly advancing killer. This may deserve it’s own article, but personally, I can’t separate these ideas.

The more I thought about this scene, the more I also got to thinking about Vader in this scene and why that slow, plodding advance is such a scary thing as well as why it ends up in so many horror movies. I mean, aside from how common it is in the history of genre movies, one of the most acclaimed indie movies of the last few years is a horror called It Follows where the whole premise and plot boils down to that one thing: a slow but endlessly advancing death.

I remembered something I read online a while back about human beings (originally mentioned in the context of how human beings usually portray ourselves in Sci-fi). Here are some screenshots of those posts…

(If you wrote any of this and would like credit, let me know. I haven’t been able to find primary sources.)

Whoever thought up that last scene must have known about these ideas. And much like the scene itself is a microcosm of the movie, the choices made in regard to how Vader attacks his enemies are a microcosm of what makes the scene beautiful. The writers didn’t make the flashy choice, or the bigger, badder, more epic choice. They made the right artistic choice. They made the human choice.

So, in addition to everything else, why is that short film so good and so scary? I think it’s because this method of hunting is distinctly human. For all his force powers, the scariest thing about Darth Vader in that scene is that he just. Keeps. Coming.

While most writers want their books to sell millions of copies worldwide, and see it turned into a critically acclaimed movie with a perfectly selected cast and a perfectly selected soundtrack, I just want a Tumblr fandom. I mean, the other stuff would be amazing, but I could live without it as long as my book characters have a Tumblr fandom. 

While movies about dogs performing tricks are now largely limited to Netflix’s “We Know You Want Your Kids To Shut Up For 50 Minutes” section, they used to be big business. Rin Tin Tin starred in nearly 30 movies which made so much money that the dog has been credited with turning Warner Bros. into a major studio. Rin Tin Tin was a more reliable rainmaker than ‘90s Tom Cruise. Whenever they were in any sort of financial difficulty, they simply cranked out another dog movie. Maybe it had something to do with the silent film era and a dog looking more natural than a person. Also, it was the '20s, so your options for entertainment were either going to the movies or sitting around wondering if you were developing polio.

So Rin Tin Tin received the most votes for Best Actor, because he was popular and influential, and presumably also because people thought it would be funny to watch a dog try to pick up the statuette. But then the nascent Academy stepped in and said, “Guys, we want to be taken seriously as an institution, which will be difficult if we give an award to a fucking German Shepherd.” So a second round of voting for nominees with only two legs led to Emil Jannings winning for The Last Command, which is now in the National Film Registry. So they established that they wanted the Oscars to be serious by awarding a serious actor in a critically acclaimed movie. But they forgot the greatest thing of all about dogs: They don’t do politics.

The Academy probably regretted its decision a few years later when Jannings, who struggled to make the transition to talkies because of his thick accent, decided that Hollywood sucked and that his future lay in Nazi propaganda films. From 1934 all the way to 1945, Jannings starred in movies about how the British were monsters and blind obedience to German leadership was great.

7 Tales Of Madness From Behind The Scenes At The Oscars

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Dylan in 2016: Dylan O’Brien was injured on the 17th of March while filming ‘Maze Runner: The Death Cure’ in Vancouver, Canada. He was immediately transferred to a local hospital for observation and treatment. Despite being seriously injured and absent from the limelight for months, he has achieved many things in this year. He was nominated for awards and won them all, was cast as “Mitch Rapp” in the upcoming action movie ‘American Assassin’ and finished filming it, was featured in a critically acclaimed movie ‘Deepwater Horizon’ (The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences has unveiled the shortlist for the visual effects race and DWH is part of the list and could possibly be an Oscar nominated film) and still managed to be a part of Teen Wolf’s final season. We’re thankful for Dylan being safe and healthy. 

anonymous asked:

i completely disagree with dunkirk elevating harry's image. are any of us interested in the other 3 leading soldiers? this is how the public will regard him. dunkirk is an action film that was paid to play as a trailer beside pirates of the caribbean and star wars- it's meant to be draw money at the box office. it's not an indie low budget film. it's got big shoes but it's not projected to fill them. especially with the competition.

Anonymous said: The biggest fight Dunkirk has on its hands is that a lot of critics are already saying it’s a bad film purely based on harry’s casting, they think it will bomb because Nolan’s normal crowd of viewers are unwilling to go to theatres and watch it because of the inevitable amount of ‘screaming teenage girls’ there. Critics are baffled as to why harry was cast and don’t have much faith in the film being good. And a summer release suggests that the studio don’t think it will win awards either

Anonymous said: Just because a film is critically acclaimed doesn’t mean it will make money. If it doesn’t make money, that means it wasn’t popular. If it wasn’t popular then promo will make no impact. Allied, Silence, Deepwater Horizon and the BFG are all critically acclaimed movies that stepped outside of public interest and flopped. Allied is a romantic drama and it spent $80m+ but failed to break even. I doubt Dunkirk will have a budget smaller than that, and fail to see how it could do better.


Putting these all together since you all feel similarly.  I still disagree and i’m not in the mood to have this argument again, but you can dig through my dunkirk tag to see why.  

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Roman Reigns Mini-Fic: Polar Opposites - Part I

“He’s seriously such a dick that I can’t even fathom why so many women think he’s the greatest thing going on,” I muttered under my breath to no one in particular as I watched him out of the corner of my eye from my seat at the bar – women practically falling all over him for the chance to talk to him, to make an impression and maybe even be lucky enough to be the one to go back to his hotel room for the night.

“What ‘ere you muttering about, Chloe?” Dean sidled up to the seat next to me and caught the bartender’s attention, requesting whiskey on the rocks.

“That spectacle over there,” I jerked my head in the direction of where the crowd had gathered and nearly snorted in contempt.

“You really don’t like him, do ya, Chlo?” He grinned as he downed his whiskey in one gulp, immediately ordering another.

“I sure don’t,” I said with no hesitation, my eyes narrowed as I watched the scene unfolding in front of us. “I mean, seriously, what the fuck?”

Dean’s eyes flickered up to gaze at his friend surrounded by women. “He’s not as bad as you think he is,” he said quietly, not wanting to start anything but feeling the need to defend one of his oldest friends.

“Of course you’d take his side,” I snapped as I finished the last of my fireball and signaled for another.

“I’ve known him a lot longer than you have,” his eyes held mine and anyone else would have been concerned by the growing anger that glinted just underneath the surface of his gaze.

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Jude Law has been cast as Albus Dumbledore in the next Fantastic Beasts movie!

Acclaimed actor Jude Law will play Albus Dumbledore in the sequel to Fantastic Beasts.

The second film in the Fantastic Beasts series will show Dumbledore decades before he became Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

At this point in the story he is the wizarding school’s Transfiguration professor and a contemporary of Gellert Grindelwald – the Dark wizard we met in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, played by Johnny Depp.

Dumbledore was referenced in the first film, when it was revealed that Newt Scamander was expelled from Hogwarts because of an accident with a magical creature. It was Dumbledore who argued against his expulsion.

In the latest edition of the Hogwarts Library book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Newt says in his foreword that, ‘Albus Dumbledore was something more than a schoolteacher to me,’ but to reveal more would breach the Official Magical Secrets Act as well as his former teacher’s confidence.

The stage is set for Dumbledore to make his presence known and returning director David Yates said, ‘Jude Law is a phenomenally talented actor whose work I’ve long admired and I’m looking forward to finally having the opportunity to work with him. I know he will brilliantly capture all the unexpected facets of Albus Dumbledore as J.K. Rowling reveals this very different time in his life.’

Jude Law’s acting career spans TV, film and theatre. He has been nominated for two Academy Awards, three Golden Globes and two BAFTAs – winning a BAFTA for Best Actor in a Supporting Role for the 1999 thriller The Talented Mr Ripley. He has also been nominated for three Olivier Awards and two Tony Awards.

Law first came to prominence in the 1997 film Wilde, where he starred as the poet Lord Alfred Douglas opposite Stephen Fry’s Oscar Wilde.

Law has worked with several Harry Potter actors throughout his career. In Martin Scorsese’s animated feature Hugo, for instance, Law worked alongside Helen McCrory (Narcissa Malfoy), Frances De La Tour (Madame Maxime) and Richard Griffiths (Vernon Dursley). He also appeared in The Grand Budapest Hotel with Ralph Fiennes.

Law has even worked with Johnny Depp – Dumbledore’s Dark wizard adversary Grindelwald. Law, Depp and Fantastic Beasts actor Colin Farrell all played the same character in Terry Gilliam’s The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus.

Law’s most recent work saw a move into TV, and a starring role in the HBO drama The Young Pope.

J.K. Rowling made her screenwriting debut with Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and has also written the screenplay for the second movie.

The film marked a start of a new era of the wizarding world, set decades before Harry Potter’s adventures at Hogwarts. Its sequel takes the story deeper into an increasingly dark time for the wizarding world, where Newt and our other heroes must decide on their allegiances.

Five films are planned in the franchise, with David Yates returning as director.

The sequel to Fantastic Beasts is slated for release 16 November 2018, and filming begins this summer.

jon bernthal is the american tom hardy* (or vise versa)

- love dogs – pit bull advocates
- married with kids
- practically same age – 40 vs 39
- virgos – sept 20 vs sept 15
- practically same height – 5'10" vs 5'9" (short but ~seem tall)
- obvious talent
- prime physical condition
- acclaimed work on movies & tv
- cult status projects
- shia labeouf connection
- good looking but not ~hollywood good looking
- unjustly overshadowed by leonardo dicaprio in projects

/random late night observation
* my knowledge of tom hardy is minimal these are just the main things that stick out to a layperson

Jealous Much, Dude? (Jackson x Reader)

I am about to vomit I am so excited. My love for Jackson Wang transcends all boundaries, truly our love is an enigma in itself. But in all seriousness, I love this boy so much because he is a light of happiness in its purest form, bless him. I am so happy how this one turned out as well because I’ve been wanting to write GOT7 scenarios for soooo long. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I loved writing it. Rest in pieces igot7 who follow me.

P.S. Beware: After reading this you will realize how much of a kink I have for Jackson saying baby girl and dirty talk. /douses computer in holy water/

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They say the best things always come in threes. At least sometimes. Definitely not all the time. Especially when it came to the three of you. Things could get complicated. Fast.

Joined at the hip, with you in the middle, Jackson and Mark had been your closest friends since day one. You couldn’t even recall the day you met them because since that day, it’d all been a blur of hormones, stolen glances, ‘friendly’ thigh touches, long, drawn out hugs, and 'casual’ kisses. You’d promised yourself when you were younger that you wouldn’t ever think of being with either of them, they were your best friends, your brothers. No dating, no banging; it would ruin what you already had with them.

Boy, just because you say it doesn’t mean you mean it.

If you were you and Mark was Mark, quiet, sweet, and thoughtful; Jackson was Jackson. No words were capable of properly describing him, he was an enigma of doubled over laughs, bright smiles that crinkled his eyes, and the purest soul you’d ever encountered. 

He’d always been touchy-feely, but there always seemed to be a difference in the way he’d hug other people versus you. He’d hold on longer, treating you like you were porcelain and he could break you with the slightest touch. You had secretly relished the feeling of his lips against your skin when he buried his head into the crook of your neck. Something as simple as that sent heat pooling between your legs and you were sure he noticed every single time. Even the way he’d lean in to whisper something to you, his hair brushing your forehead intimately, his soft voice causing happy chills, and the way he would only make eye contact for a second before looking away and biting his lip made your heart flutter.

You’d always been a late bloomer, puberty coming later for you than anyone had predicted. Basically, your growth spurt began to fuck with his life as you grew curvier and filled out.

Jackson then began to seem uncomfortable being with you alone and overly protective when you hung out with other people, especially boys and you immediately thought he was only thinking of you as his sister. Even Mark, who you looked up to as a brother and was Jackson’s best friend was no exception. He wanted to shield you from all the dangers of the world; the only piece that didn’t fit was his strange behavior around you. Some days he was all touches and flirting, the next he was blunt and quiet, very uncharacteristic of him.

Mark probably talked some sense into him, being the eldest and most mature of the trio. Maybe he smacked him around a little for acting ridiculous and being even more dramatic than he usually was, but eventually he did confess to you. 

“Just tell her you like her, Jackson,” Mark groaned, completely worn out from his friend’s anxiety. “_____ isn’t going to wait for you forever. You and I both know that, so get your ass in gear and confess.”

You’d never seen Jackson so nervous before in all the time you’d known him. He was always so confident and levelheaded, always knew the right thing to say, that smooth lady killer vibe. With you, he completely lost all sense of direction and couldn’t even complete one sentence before he just kissed you. It was a typical Jackson move, no matter how well spoken he was, he’d always been able to express more with actions rather than words. You didn’t know what to do at first, all you’d ever known had been completely changed by a kiss from your best friend. What were you going to do now? How was your friendship ever going to survive? What about Mark? What would he even think of his best friends dating?

A million questions were before you, but the only one you really cared about was the searing kiss from the boy who you’d thought you knew everything about. And the only answer that mattered at that moment was when you kissed Jackson back, your arms around his neck as he practically bounced with joy and kissed you with even more enthusiasm. Of course you’d said yes. You’d be a fool to deny yourself love from someone who’d always loved you and been with you. 

So you found yourself fingers tightly interlocked with one of your best friends, the other one sitting calmly to your other side barely flinching at each jump scare. You practically were about to vomit into the popcorn you were so anxious. This is why you told Jackson and Mark you didn’t want to see the new critically acclaimed horror movie everyone was talking about, because it stressed you out. They taunted you and picked at you, until you said yes. But the real motivation for going was that you could cower into Jackson’s strong arms as many times as you wanted and he could hold your hand the whole time. That was the only plus side to this thing.

Jackson leaned over to you, his eyes smiling in the dim lighting as he whispered, “You okay? Remember, you can always cuddle with me to make the ghosts go away _____." 

He wiggled his eyebrows causing you giggle and swat at him playfully, "Are you sure? I know I can’t see because it’s dark, but I think all my fingers are purple.”
He immediately released your hand from his strong grip, looking sheepish as he breathed out, “Sorry.”

You were about to snatch his hand up again, when he leaned deliciously close to your ear. You shivered, feeling his lips brush against the cusp, barely hanging on as he whispered, “Gotta pee.”

You wanted to smack him upside the head, but also laugh until you cried. You almost would have down both had the stern look Mark was giving you made you quiet down. Jackson flashed his winning smile before silently slipping away down the stairs of the big theater and out the door. You watched his broad back disappear around the corner, the theater suddenly becoming more eerie every second he was gone. 

The movie was approaching its climax, the ghosts and demons haunting the poor family’s farm house making even more frequent appearances, which meant more jump scares. You sidled closer and closer to Mark, desperate to cling onto anything. He sensed your distress and calmly put a comforting arm around your shoulders, rubbing your arm soothingly. You buried your head into his shirt, plugging your ears with your fingers as another scream ripped through the speakers of the theater. 

You heard Mark from above whisper, “It’s okay ______, it’s a movie. I won’t let anything get you, okay? You’re fine.”

You felt your heart beat lower significantly and you relaxed into Mark’s arms, feeling much calmer. You could even hear his own heart beat through his thin shirt, steady and soothing. You’d always been jealous of Mark’s nonchalant and cool personality. But what you admired was his selflessness and how much he cared for those around him. He picked up on the mood better than anyone you knew and was always there for you when you were in a tight spot. Mark really was the big brother you had never had and you really appreciated his friendship.

The entire theater suddenly shook from a loud noise from the movie and caused you to practically rip Mark’s shirt off his smooth chest, “Jesus _____,” he cried softly as he grabbed you by the shoulders when you practically jumped into his lap out of fear.

“Jesus _____, is right,” a voice whispered, dangerously quiet, above the gasps from the other people. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Mark?”

You turned to see Jackson looking absolutely furious, having returned from the bathroom and standing despite the angry comments from those viewing the movie. You were confused by his anger, “Jackson what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? Just look at yourself first of all,” he rolled his eyes, annoyed.

You realized the compromising position you and Mark were in, limbs tangles, your hands stretching his shirt out, his arm around your shoulders, your head buried into the crook of his neck. You gulped, instantly entangling yourself from your other friend, “Jackson-”

Mark interjected quickly, “Jackson, it’s not what you think at all. _____ got scared, so I was trying to help her and I’m not even sure how it ended like that, but it did.” Even Mark looked nervous now, “I know it looks bad, but all good intentions, I promise. You know I respect your relationship with _____. She’s like a sister to me, you know that.”

Jackson was having none of it, he had always been so stubborn, “Yeah well, if touching her like that is your definition of respect, then I’m afraid you need to check yourself again.” He grabbed your hand, his face full of jealousy as he wrenched you from your seat and led you out of the theater through the nearest red exit sign.

You found yourself in the side ally of the popular downtown theater, graffiti decorating the faded red brick. It was early spring and a chill still held in the air. You shivered, regretting when you had taken off your sweater in the theater. You wrapped your arms around yourself to grasp for the little warmth they offered you.

You whirled around at Jackson, seething, “Jackson that was a real dick move back there. Mark-”

Jackson crushed his lips to yours, cutting of your sentence. He possessively cupped your face, drawing you closer to him so that your chests brushed against one another, “Don’t you dare say his name again.”

You rose from the kiss, dazed as your lips throbbed with need for him again. You snapped back into reality, “Jackson Wang, you are being ridiculous. I can say the name of our best friend as many times as I want.”

Jackson’s dark eyes were glinting darkly as he growled, “Go ahead. I dare you. We’ll see what happens when you do.”

Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw the raw jealousy bubbling below his handsome features. You’d never seen him so upset before nor this possessive. It pissed you off and aroused you to see him acting this protective of you, “Alright then. Mark, Mark, Mark-”

You felt the wind in your lungs escape with a whoosh as Jackson caged you against the alley wall. His hands bruised your hips as he attached his lips to your sensitive neck. You choked out a moan that mixed with a sob, letting your hands travel up his back and settle in his hair. You’d already given up fighting him, you were his for the taking and all you wanted was for him to take what was his.

He kissed a line up your jaw before roughly dragging your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whimper. He released your hips and pressed his hands against the wall behind you, his body away from your touch. He whispered breathily against your lips, “Who’s name were you going to say again?”

You felt frustrated tears pooling in your eyes. How easily he could make you want him; you whispered achingly, “Yours.”

He lifted a finger and traced from your temple, down your cheek and neck, before tracing round the curve of your breast, “Who’s name?”

You practically shook, the only thing keeping you steady was the cold brick behind you. The tears slipped down your cheek as you moaned, “Yours.

Jackson visibly shivered from your response, his hands coming up to brush the tear falling on your cheek. A hard glint still held in his eyes although his body had relaxed. Your knees knocked together as he looked you up and down, his lashes brushing against his cheeks as he pulled you close to him, his arms winding around you protectively. You buried yourself into his hard chest, savoring his scent and touch as his warm, calloused hands slipped under your shirt and his thumbs drew hypnotic circles on your hips.

He kissed you languidly, a smirk drawing on his lips, his eyes like shadows, “What’s my name? Say my name, ______.”

You pressed yourself against his hips, feeling his half hard member against your stomach, “Jackson.” You needed him desperately, he’d left you in such a state that you didn’t care if people on the busy city street could see him fucking your brains out, you needed him now.

You gasped when he slipped his hand down to rub at your jean clad center, the rough material stimulating your clit. You bucked against his hand and he let you, a smirk on his face, “That’s right baby girl. I’m the one making you feel this way, no one else. Isn’t that right?”

You grabbed onto his shoulders to get leverage when he wedged a thick thigh between your legs, allowing you to ride his leg. Your voice shook as you buried your face deeper into his shirt, “Y-yes. Fuck.

He backed up against the alley wall, his hands grabbing at your ass as he lifted you up until your feet barely brushed the ground. Jackson bit his lip painfully hard as he squeezed your ass with each thrust you gave, “Fuck, baby. Do you wanna ride my dick like this too?”

You could barely choke out an answer, the pleasure of your tight skinny jeans rubbing you was almost too much. He grabbed your hips and forced you to slow down, a smile on his lips as he saw how desperate you were for release, “Come on baby girl, you can’t already be that close.”

You let out a strangled growl, thrashing in his grasp, “Jackson Wang if you don’t let me fucking come-

He hushed you, still grinning at your furious behavior, "Don’t worry baby, there will be plenty of fucking and coming, soon enough.” He carefully set you down on the ground again, making a show of taking his belt off. Each clink it made set you on edge and if you weren’t scared of him suddenly not going through with it, you would have ripped all his clothes of already. 

As soon as he finished, you raked your nails over his toned stomach, feeling each solid indention of his abs. He was so incredibly god-like and sexy you could hardly stand it. You moaned, not caring that you were inflating his ego. He knew you couldn’t resist anything about him, particularly his voice and body, and you weren’t afraid to admit that. As long as you got a reward that is. He smiled brilliantly, nibbling on his bottom lip as you kissed his chest through his shirt, “Oh baby girl, I so wish we were at home right now.”

Any morals and standards you had previously were now gone. You peppered his neck with open mouthed kisses and sucks, “Who cares? You can fuck me anywhere Jackson.”

He laughed, but it was lusty as he replied, “Don’t tempt me ______.”

You were getting impatient, so you reached down and felt for Jackson’s zipper. The wetness in between your legs had literally soaked through your jeans by now, you needed him so bad it hurt. You groaned, palming him through his briefs, “Baby please.”

Jackson smirked, his voice husky, “Of course, anything for you.” He added as an afterthought, his hands running up your sides, “But you asked for it.” He pressed you against the wall in the shadowy alley, blocking out everything but him.

You hurriedly unbuttoned your own jeans, sliding them down your legs faster than you’d ever done before. You went to pull your panties down, but Jackson stopped your hands, “Don’t. You know how much I love ripping them off your body, baby girl.”

You shivered, nodding as he grabbed the sides of your panties and tore them off your body, making easy work of the dainty material. You gasped, as Jackson pushed you against the wall, his hard member already pressing against your dripping folds. He growled, a wolfish grin spreading across his features as he watched your squirm, “Oh baby girl, people from three blocks away are going to know that I’m fucking you up against a wall.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging at the hair at the back of his neck impatiently, “Jackson, please!”

He smiled almost sweetly and it looked like normal Jackson’s, but it was laced with desire and possessiveness. He thrust so hard into you that your head knocked against the brick wall painfully from the sheer force, but you honestly didn’t care and he didn’t either. With each snap of his hips, obscene noises escaped your lips and he wasn’t concerned with quieting you down, “That’s right baby, let them know who’s fucking you.”

He was bouncing you so hard on his dick, that you were afraid you would bite your tongue if you spoke. The only word you could choke out was his name, “Jackson!”

Jackson’s eyes were locked on your face, watching your changing expressions with lust. He raked his hands up and down your sides, tearing his fingertips across your hot skin, “Fuck, baby girl. Uh! Just like that!”

You couldn’t stand the sound of his voice praising you, it sent delicious feelings straight to your abused womanhood. You bucked your hips into his, savoring the smack of skin against skin. You were so aroused from fucking into his thigh earlier that you were already close to coming. 

“Jackson,” you moaned, “I’m so fucking close!”

Jackson groaned, his dick twitching as he grew close too, “Who’s fucking you right now?” He slowed down, making you practically wail in frustration. “Say my fucking name, _____.”

You beat your fists against his chest in frustration, raking your nails down his shirt, and bucking into him furiously. You hated and loved the way he made you beg for it, it was sweet torture. You happily gave in, moaning his name desperately, “Jackson!…

He bit his lip and sped his pace up, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. Each snap of his hips felt like one step closer and closer to your release. His moans after each time he plunged into you were so sinful, you’re sure that if you would be blushing if you could. Jackson reached down and managed to rub your clit, the feeling just enough to send you over the edge. Your release hit you harder than you could remember, your legs shaking from the amount of pleasure that coursed through you. You walls suddenly clenched surprisingly tightly around his member and he gave a growl as he came inside you suddenly, “Holy fuck, _____!" 

The both of you rode out your highs, grins plastered on your faces as you winded down. Jackson slumped against you, pinning you with his body to the wall as he held you close. He kissed your cheek sweetly, a content smile on his slightly bruised lips, "That was amazing.”

You still didn’t understand how he snapped from this Jackson, to that Jackson. It was like a light switch, but you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. You ran your fingers through his hair, straightening it from its disheveled appearance, “I love you, Jackson.”

He looked surprised, but it was just a slight widening of his warm brown eyes and shy smile that you realized it was wonder instead. He whispered back softly, every word spoken like they were only meant for you, “I love you too, _____. You’re everything." 

He sounded so innocent that you giggled as he placed you gently back on the ground, retrieving the sad remains of your panties and jeans. Jackson sheepishly handed you your underwear, "Sorry, they’re uh…”

You held the ruined piece of cloth up to the dim lighting before tossing them in the nearest trash can, “Worth it.” You slipped on your jeans and Jackson laughed loudly, tightening his belt without looking. He loved to see the way you looked and moved after having sex with him. The gingerly way you pulled your pants up over your sore hips, the way you look so satisfied and content. He loved it more than he cared to admit.

“Hey, babe? I think we should go find Mark, so you can apologize to him,” you  gave him a stern look, to which he replied with a pitiful pout.

The two of you waited the rest of the movie in the lobby, already feeling guilty. Mark must have figured out what the two of you had been doing already and it made you blush red. Jackson stood up suddenly when a crowd of people flooded into the lobby, “There he is.”

You stood too, immediately finding Mark among the people. To your surprise he looked completely unperturbed when he saw the two of you and headed straight your way.

Jackson took a deep breath and began, “Look man, I know you know-”

Mark sighed, passing a hand over his face in fatigue, “Save it dude. I really don’t care anymore as long as you’re not mad at me. I totally get it and can understand why you were mad.”

Jackson visibly relaxed, slinging an arm around Mark, “This is why you’re my favorite.” You pouted playfully, nudging your way in between them, to which they welcomed you, resting their arms around your shoulders. 

Mark looked down at you cheekily, winking, “Oh. I thought I’d just mention to you that I’m pretty sure everyone in the movie theater knows Jackson’s name now. You done good, _____.”

You blushed, but laughed goodnaturedly, “Someone’s gotta tell them.” You weren’t at all ashamed, in fact, you were a little proud to say the least. 

Jackson nuzzled into your neck, kissing you gently, “Maybe next time they can learn your name, babe. If ya know what I mean,” he grinned, biting his lip and giving you an exaggerated once over. 

You elbowed him in the side, smiling, “Only if you’re a good boy.”

The One That Got Away - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

On the biggest night of her career, Hollywood movie star Beverley Tyler looks back on what might have been. There are things more important than fame and fortune. Beverley learned that the hard way. Roman/OC

A/N: Sorry, very little smut in this, but I hope the storytelling is enough. Thanks!


The sun shone brightly, illuminating the room, despite that fact that the curtains were completely shut. Beverley’s dark eyes fluttered open, and she sat up straight with a yawn, viewing her lavish Los Angeles suite. Her personal assistant had booked this place for her a month before, and he couldn’t have found a better place. “The best for only the best,” he had chirped proudly. But he was right. This suite was magnificent. The ever-efficient Tommy. He definitely was due for a raise, she thought.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

“Bev! Time to wake up!” Tommy’s voice rang out from behind the door. “We’re coming in.”

Beverley took a deep breath, shaking her head as she silently bid her day of peace and quiet farewell.

She got up and opened the door, and a swarm of people was swept in, bringing the suite to life. The makeup crew set up stuff in one corner, Wardrobe sorted out her outfits. Tommy fiddled around on his iPad Mini as he withdrew something from his messenger bag, “First things first, here’s the Oscars edition of Vogue magazine, with you on the cover…again. We’ll have the plaque sent to your home by the end of the week.“ He handed her the magazine.

"Thank you, Tommy.” She held up the magazine, staring back at a perfectly made up reflection of herself. This was the fourth time in her career that she was on the cover of Vogue. Their management was always honored to have her grace their front cover. Of course they would be. She was Beverley Tyler.

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I just watched Wonder Woman

And I sobbed. I don’t just mean the thing you’re thinking of (which I’m just going to pretend didn’t happen) but at the fact that we did it. We have a successful, amazing, critically acclaimed, female led superhero movie. During the beach scene I had tears of pride. In the No Man’s Land scene I had tears of joy. I have never felt this way watching a movie. Take your daughters and sisters. Take your mothers and grandmothers. But also take your sons, brothers, fathers and grandfathers. Everyone needs to see it. This movie has changed me forever and I’m eternally grateful to everyone involved. I will always remember the night I first watched Wonder Woman.

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Niall Horan Mini-Fic: Polar Opposites - Part I

“He’s seriously such a dick that I can’t even fathom why so many women think he’s the greatest thing going on,” I muttered under my breath to no one in particular as I watched him out of the corner of my eye from my seat at the bar – women practically falling all over him for the chance to talk to him, to make an impression and maybe even be lucky enough to be the one to go back to his hotel room for the night.

“What ‘ere you mutterin’ about, Chloe?” Brez sidled up to the seat next to me and caught the bartender’s attention, requesting whiskey on the rocks.

“That spectacle over there,” I jerked my head in the direction of where the crowd had gathered and nearly snorted in contempt.

“You really don’t like him, do ya, Chlo?” He grinned as he downed his whiskey in one gulp, immediately ordering another.

“I sure don’t,” I said with no hesitation, my eyes narrowed as I watched the scene unfolding in front of us. “I mean, seriously, what the fuck?”

Niall’s eyes flickered up to gaze at his friend surrounded by women. “He’s not as bad as ya think he is,” he said quietly, not wanting to start anything but feeling the need to defend one of his oldest friends.

“Of course you’d take his side,” I snapped as I finished the last of my fireball and signaled for another.

“I’ve known him a lot longer than you have,” his eyes held mine and anyone else would have been concerned by the growing anger that glinted just underneath the surface of his gaze.

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