Well then what the fuCK ARE WE WAITING FOR GET THE KEYS, GET THE CAR, GET YOUR COAT WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE STILL WE SHOULD BE THERE ALREADY HE IS PROBABLY WONDERING WHERE WE ARE MASON THIS IS MADN-
The streetlights glinted above you as your steps ambled over the pavement. For the whole day Harrison got you to spend time with your former university chums —as he had his own agenda with Tom and the other Holland siblings. And by spending the time meant that your whole circle had arranged upon visiting the nearest pub in town and spend the night drowning themselves under alcohol.
I just hope for a life with unbelievable stories. Not cars, fur coats, or houses, or diamonds that shine so bright they blind pedestrians in direct sunlight. I want stories. Give me twenty-four hours broke in Paris. Give me soccer with the Roma in Slovakia. Give me tea with nomads and kings. Give me the mountains of Kabul. Tell everyone who wonders why, there is more to life than the thrill of glory.
Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect
little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally
your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of
course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave
Word Count: 2574
A/N: the “strong women aren’t feminine” defenders probably won’t like this chapter either, just saying.
Parking in his usual space - well, what used to be usual - Jongin
gets out of the car and tightly wraps his coat around his body. It has gotten
so cold lately and he can’t wait until he’s let inside the house.
Quickly running up a few steps leading to the front door, he
knocks on it three times and jumps around trying to get warm. No one answers him
so he tries knocking a little louder, but no sound comes from the other side of
An uneasy feeling grows in his stomach and Jongin decides to
do something he had decided not to do again. He punches in the code of the
house and quickly opens the door to get in.
Well then what the fuCK ARE WE WAITING FOR GET THE KEYS, GET THE CAR, GET YOUR COAT WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE STILL WE SHOULD BE THERE ALREADY HE IS PROBABLY WONDERING WHERE WE ARE NIALL THIS IS MADN-
Requested:Yes\No Song(s):Paparazzi by Lady Gaga, Star of the Show by Thomas Rhett Warning(s):None Summary:Shawn takes his girl out for dinner, which ends in things escalating quickly after a paparazzi gets way to close for comfort.
Here you go sweets, I’m working on the Cameron one. I’m in a bit of a cross road with that but I’ll post it once I’m some up happy with it. @thoughtfullyyoungduck
Everything was going perfect, from the food to the drinks. Whatever they wanted was brought to their table no questions asked. Shawn had gone above in beyond in making sure that this night went according to plan. The restaurant itself was magical. The skyline of the city was breathe taken from the window besides her and she couldn’t help but wonder how she had gotten so lucky. Her dress was made from a material that was slick like, the color making her skin glow as Shawn praised her for the beauty she was. This was his girl and one loved giving her nothing but the best.
So far things had gone by without as much as a hitch as they sat down leaned back in their seats sipping on the last of the bottle of wine. Her cheeks were rosy as the alcohol swam its way through her veins. It wasn’t till the manager of the restaurant had appeared whispering something in Shawn’s years as he bit his lip and nodded his head before asking for the car and their coats. She watched with slightly narrowed eyes as the check was brought over and Shawn quickly pulled his card out paying the bill and standing up helping her to her feet and her coat over her shoulders. Smiling as the waiter came back he throw a couple of bills on the table and slipped his card back in his wallet.
“Everything okay babe?” She asked as he nodded her head resting a hand on her back. Leaning down he pressed a kiss to her lips letting his lips linger on hers a few extra moments as they awaited for the elevator to take them back to the lobby where hopefully the car was already parked and awaiting for them outside.
The moment they reached the lobby the screams could be heard. She bite her lip now understanding why Shawn wanted to leave so quickly. Her anxiety was starting to built up as His hand slid to her waist pulling her closer. The doors opened as he frowned the noise got louder and louder. The the lights of the cameras where blinding as they walked out the doors. She felt her throat close up as they shouted at the pair. Shawn tugged her long as she closed her eyes tightly taken a deep breathe before opening them up and seeing a camera being shoved in her face. She gasped loosing her footing as she stumbled back wide eyed as the monster with the camera came closer and closer.
She felt the panic arise as she felt a tug on her arm. Turning her head, a squeal left her lips as the person got closer shouting questions at her. She had tugged on Shawn’s arm making him stop at the sudden pull. Turning around he’s jaw harden at the sight before him. She stood their wide eyes and panic stretched on every single feature of her body. Her eyes were tear filled at the man shouted questions at her. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as he drew his hand back and then forward before it connected with the guys face. Her eye widen as he pulled her closer to her. Security rushed to over to them as Shawn shouted in the man’s face.
“Don’t you ever touch her again.” He growled lowly as he allowed the security guards to finish their job and escort them to the waiting vehicle. Once inside he slammed the door shut pulling her to him and pressing. Soft kiss to her forehead before nodding at the driver who quickly got them away from the awful scene.
His heart ached seeing her with tears in her eyes. The eyes that once shined bright were now clouded with sadness as she gripped tightly onto his shirt, he sighed closing his eyes and pressing soft kisses to her cheeks kissing away the tears that fell from her eyes. It was silent in the car as he pulled her closer to him trying his best to help her forget about what had just happened.
“Shhh baby..” He whispered as his lips hovered over her’s as his arms squeezed her tighter. Her left hand on his lower stomach, as her other hand rested on the back of his neck. “Everything’s gonna be okay..” He finished as she looked up at him with glassy eyes.
Smiling softly he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, as he pulled away and looked out the window stroking her hair and singing to her softly as her eyes closed allowing his voice to calm her down.
so i’m thinking about the backlash to atomic blonde, and how some folks are saying, “uh, it’s a violent movie; sure, the lesbian dies, but so does just about every other character.”
and like. okay. let’s engage seriously with this argument for just a second.
i’m willing to bet that most of the other characters who die in this movie aren’t strangled to death with cable wire while lying in bed wearing sexy lingerie. sofia boutella’s north african lesbian character isn’t just one more dead person on the pile; she’s the subject of a murder scene that is meant to look titillating and erotic. this is a sexualized murder, ostensibly to raise the emotional stakes for charlize theron’s character, but… actually to pander to the worst, most violent impulses of straight men in the audience.
i’m thinking of another, similar storyline in another, similar movie: baby driver. of the main characters, only the title character and his girlfriend debora make it out alive. the other woman in the main cast, a bank robber named darling, dies in the final act of the movie, and her death motivates her boyfriend to go on a bloody quest for revenge. thematically similar to the atomic blonde storyline. the difference here is that darling dies stepping out of her car in a trench coat, wielding double machine guns, and firing stone-faced into a fray of cops.
i’m not suggesting there’s anything revolutionary about violently killing women onscreen - and there’s the whole layer of how the innocent white girl survives the film while the latina bank robber dies - but like… darling gets a hero’s death, a big, stunt-y guns-and-explosions scene similar to the spectacular, violent blow-outs given to jon hamm and kevin spacey’s characters. she dies tough and strong and dangerous, not lying on her back as a man chokes her out and the camera pans over her lingerie.
if this really was an “everyone dies” movie, it was probably possible for sofia boutella’s character to go out in a blaze of glory, performing some final act of valour. but the screenwriters weren’t creative enough to think of one; they really just wanted to eroticize the murder of a lesbian woman of colour, which is something that puts a real group of real marginalized people in real danger.
Every king has a secret - Sherlock x reader/Moriarty x reader
AN: It’s good to be back
Summary: Moriarty had the reader pose as Sherlock’s girlfriend, only for Moriarty to reveal the truth. (I know Irene was sort of used in the way to hurt Sherlock but lets just pretend she doesn't exist for the purpose of this imagine)
Word count: 1,691
“Sherlock, you can’t just run off like this!” You slammed your hand across the door way to stop Sherlock from darting out of the flat.
“Honestly (Y/n), is now any time for a domestic?” Sherlock asked, tugging his coat on.
“William Sherlock Holmes, you don’t even know who this man is and what he can do to you.” You had to put your foot down. Sherlock was such a child sometimes. He was always so reckless and didn’t care for risks.
“And you do?” Sherlock cocked his eyebrows at you. You dropped your arm with a sigh and folded them across your chest. He had no idea.
“Please just be careful.” You pleaded. Sherlock winked at you before darting from the flat and on his way to the pool where he would meet Jim Moriarty for the first time.
You had only known Sherlock for a little over a month, you had met on a case and Sherlock took a liking to you straight away for some odd reason as both Lestrade and John were shocked.
You had kind of stuck by Sherlock and John’s side ever since.