↳ “Everybody feels like an outcast because the world is so large and every fingerprint is so vastly different from one another, and yet we have these standards and beliefs, and dogmatic systems of judgment and ranking, in almost all the societies of the world.” Ezra Miller
Song or quote:
Guys My Age by Hey Violet Who: Ezra Miller
I haven’t seen my ex since we broke up Probably ‘cause he didn’t wanna grow up Now I’m out and wearing something low-cut 'Bout to get attention from a grownup
Guys my age don’t know how to treat me Don’t know how to please me, don’t know how to read me Guys my age don’t know how to touch me Don’t know how to love me good
[Y/N] was usually a good girl. She minded her manners, always smiled, and always appreciated what she had in life. The film industry fell head over heels for her the minute she was cast in her first ever movie. She became Hollywood’s Girl Next Door in a matter of minutes and [Y/N] didn’t mind that title because every girl next door type had a little secret and her secret was that she just wanted to be loved and touched by someone who knew what they were doing.
Her boyfriend or now ex-boyfriend couldn’t please her in the least. It wasn’t terrible but it wasn’t necessarily satisfactory. She wanted to feel an out of body experience, wanted to feel like those women in the porn videos, wanted to lose her eyes in the back of her head, and above all, have someone just know what she wanted.
So, here she was. On her eighteenth birthday wearing something low-cut. Staring at herself in the mirror, [Y/N] almost contemplated wearing something a little less revealing. People were sure to comment on her dress in the tabloids the next morning. Did she really want that? Biting on her lip, she pulled the top portion up a little, frowning when it sank back down to reveal the little cleavage she had.
“Fuck it.” [Y/N] murmured. She looked hot and it was her birthday, she wanted a little bit of attention. Perhaps there would be some worthy partners at the party she had gotten invited to. Grabbing her clutch and her phone, she headed out the door and into the taxi.
Ezra had humored his friend Logan and ventured out into the night to a party he really had no business attending. He wasn’t even invited but he would assume neither were half the dancing bodies in the club. He chuckled as girls flung themselves in every direction. He wasn’t interested until he saw [Y/N] sitting at the bar with a few girls he recognized from magazines.
She looked stunning, and by that, it was bit of an understatement. He had seen [Y/N] in magazines, in films, and on television shows. This couldn’t be the same girl. America was obsessed with her good nature and innocence. If only they could see her now, he thought. [Y/N] looked like she was about be on a spread of a Maxim magazine.
[Y/N] laughed, dipping her head forward, causing her loose curls to hide her pretty face. She scanned the crowd before her eyes fell on Logan, [Y/N] squealed. Excusing herself from the girls, she bounded towards Logan and Ezra.
“Logan!” [Y/N] exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around him. “How have you been?” She slurred.
He steadied her, quirking a brow in her direction. “Are you drunk?”
“It’s my birthday,” she purred, “I can drink if I want to.”
Logan narrowed his eyes, “You could if you were twenty one, [Y/N].” Flickering a look towards Ezra, he handed her teetering body towards him. “Will you watch her for a second? I’m going to go get her a glass of water and talk to the fucking bartender.”
Before Ezra could say anything, Logan was gone. With his arm around her swaying body, he glanced down at her. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
“Hey! I know you!” [Y/N] moved her arms around his neck, purring into his ear. “You’re Ezra Miller, you’re Flash or well the better Flash.” Giggling, her teeth tugged on her bottom lip, “You’re a lot hotter in person. That jaw could send a girl on her knees.”
This made him laugh, “Are you sure you’re Hollywood’s Girl Next Door?”
“Pft,” she snorted, rolling her eyes. Looking out into the dance floor, she squealed. “Come dance with me.”
Ezra shook his head, laughing at her pout. “No, no. I don’t, I’m not dancing.”
“Please,” she pleaded, her fingers digging into his shoulder.
“Ha,” Ezra started, shifting from the physical contact she gave him. “Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“Nope.” She said matter-of-factly. Shrugging her shoulder, she leaned in close, her lips almost brushing up against his ear lobe. “He couldn’t fuck me right.”
Licking his lips, his eyes narrowed into her. “And what would you know about that, America’s sweetheart?”
[Y/N] mimicked his motion and licked her own lips, “A lot more than you think I do.” Pulling herself from him, she swayed a little. “But, if you’re willing to be a teacher, I’ll be more than happy to be a student.”
Ezra’s jaw clenched. He looked off towards the bar where Logan was busy laying into it with the bartender. Raking a hand through his hair, he looked dead straight in her eyes, “Lead the way.”
As soon as I finished [We Need to Talk About Kevin], I immediately had to call my mother and I needed to spend some time in the woods. I needed to play some music. I had to do some of the activities that best return a person to their most primal, natural state. That’s what I find after delving really deeply into a role is it’s best to just do something that levels you out, takes you back to a level basic playing field of human existence. Doing things like playing music, something that’s so natural and basic to human function, running around in nature, eating delicious food. These things are intrinsic in basic, primordial to human beings, so that’s sort of a way to return to a blank canvas, allowing my true personality to return.
Happy 25th Birthday, Ezra Miller! (Born 30, September 1992).
Graves pulls Credence into a hug, which, with his hand on Credence’s neck, seems more
controlling than affectionate. Credence, overwhelmed by the seeming affection, closes his eyes and