i really wanna see a lot more from this director now

skam-fest (balloon squad livestream): TRANSLATION

disclaimer: we dunno danish. huge shout out to @maksisskambackwards for norwegian-english translation for the boys and Håkon. (they didn’t want credit and I said hush) grammar fixes by me ;) 

Everybody introduces themselves. And Håkon says that they’re still producing and thats why everybody couldn’t be there. Håkon likes Eskilds character the best.

Mutasim: Hei hei. My name is Mutasim and I play Mutasim. And I don’t know what else to say. My favorite character is Chris - girl Chris. Good actress.

Cengiz: should I introduce myself? I’m Cengiz, its like Ghengis Khan. (pronunciation of his name) I’m 19. And turning 20 today. No yesterday. What else should I say. I’ve never done any acting before. So this is very new for me. But its very fun to be here and speak before you. My favourite actor is many actually. I think like Håkon over there that Eskild has been really good. Chris. Really all, many are good. And I also think Vilde. Of course I like all the characters. Sana is a really important character. I support all of them. All my colleagues are great.

Simo: Hi, I´m Simo and I´m Sana’s brother, Elias. My favourite actor, I wanna say first everyone is amazing. But if I have to choose one it would be Sana.

Yousef: My name is Yousef, and I play Mikael. My favourite character is maybe Even. An (unpredictable?) character.

Adam: Hi everybody, I’m Adam and i play Adam. I’m 18 and really an artist and suddenly I’m an actor. My favourite is Jonas or Marlon. I’ve known Marlon for many years. We used to skate together and are buds. And one day he was like, “Adam I’ll be in this new show on NRK,” and we were like,  “okay… Is that cool?” And it was really fun to watch how it turned out.

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Voltron Marching Band AU

I keep seeing marching band aus out there but I don’t agree with them so I have to make my own. Here goes!

Shiro:
- dedicated tuba
- somehow first chair even though he’s convinced that the rest of his section is better than him???
- he’s very modest
- has lungs like a fucking blimp
- *plays thirty-two 4/4 measures at a super slow tempo*
- *still hasn’t taken a breath*
- hYDRATION
- always making sure the rookies are taking care of themselves
- “did you eat breakfast today??” “are you drinking water???” “don’t strain yourself too much, but remember to practice! :)”
- the band mom
- has the music memorized the day after he gets it and no one understands
- except pidge
- the only one who doesn’t break a sweat during band camp and the others are so concerned
- “shiro seriously are you dehydrated you’re supposed to sweat how are you not dead”
- shiro: *shrugs* *does the entire routine* *isn’t exhausted yet* *still hasn’t sweated*

Hunk:
- fourth chair saxophone
- would play bass guitar during concert season but he loves his saxophone
- can play alto, tenor, and bari, but alto is his favorite
- “it’s so small omg I love it so much”
- would die for anyone in his section
- has memorized every alternate fingering ever and is happy to share his knowledge
- he’s on the loading crew because he can carry a sousaphone in each hand and a bass drum on his back
- not very good at sight reading
- he has to hear the music before he can play it
- but he plays great by ear
- has never chipped a reed
- ever
- not even at band camp
- pidge is jealous
- just. sounds like an angel when he plays
- takes such good care of his sax by killing literally anyone who touches it
- “did you just dent my saxophone”
- terrified rookie: um I’m sorry omg don’t hurt me I don’t wanna die I’m so sorry I’ll do anything
- most of the younger kids are absolutely terrified of him and he’s okay with this

Keith:
(I’ve seen a lot of “trumpet keith” aus but honestly?????)
- keith is drum captain
- he plays snare and he fuckin kills it
- keith is not a good leader in most aspects of his life but when it comes to music he’s just so in tune to it and he knows exactly what everyone needs to do to make the music perfect
- one of those people who can tell whether a note is in tune just by hearing it and he hates it
- “pidge you’re out of tune”
- “I just came from the tuner I’m perfectly in tune!!”
- “okay but you’re not you’re a bit sharp actually”
- doesn’t know how to dynamic
- “okay keith that was great but you need to tone it down a bit. play a bit softer, your dynamic is piano”
- “lol what does softer mean”
- he just beats the drum as hard as he can all. the. time
- never officially came out to the band, coran found him and lance making out in one of the practice rooms and afterward lance wrote “keith is gay and dating the color guard master” on the white board
- everyone was confused because “why would he date allura if he’s gay”
- lance was very bitter

Lance:
- trombone during concert season
- but in marching band he kills with a flag
- so flexible omg
- “keith look what I can do with my leg”
- “please untie yourself you’re going to get stuck”
- (he has gotten stuck before)
- hips made of fucking. rubber or something idk how do they mOVE LIKE THAT
- he and keith are not allowed to be within sight of each other in shows because keith gets so distracted by lance’s Hips From God™
- gives the rookie guard members makeup tutorials
- has a large role in the costume designs for the year because in lance’s rookie year the outfits were clashy and not good and lance was horrified
- he vowed to fix this abomination
- has never dropped a flag. not once.
- he has, however, lost grip of his rifle several times and accidentally nailed someone in the head
- he is the reason all the rifles have grippers now

Pidge:
- second chair clarinet and super salty
- has a photographic memory so she memorizes music like that
- doesn’t understand bass clef and will never try
- “that’s an e”
- “no pidge this is bass. that’s a g”
- “that’s a fucking e fight me”
- absolutely despises first chair clarinet
- “he’s so cocky I hATE HIM SO MUCH”
- really good with rhythms?
- hunk doesn’t understand this
- “hunk all you do is count it. look”
- “can you just sing it for me i’m lost”
- drinks 2948592859$-484 gallons of water per day
- puts on so much sunscreen during band camp that she gets paler
- “pidge why don’t you lay off on the sunscreen and try to get a tan”
- “because, lance, not everyone wants to get fucking sKIN CANCER”
- when she burns she burns bad
- somehow still has a sock tan???
- “heh look pidge’s feet are DARKER than her legs. told you you were getting paler”
- her reeds never last more than two weeks
- they are always broken, usually because she refuses to buy a mouthpiece cap
- “pidge this is why you’re second chair”
- doesn’t do trills. ever. hates trills almost as much as she hates the first clarinet
- coran tried to get her to play bass clarinet in concert once
- her reaction was basically ???????
- “coran i’m three inches tall and have the muscle mass of a corn chip I can barely lift my regular clarinet”
- absolutely lives by the “if you see a word you don’t know look at the director” rule
- no knowledge of musical terms
- “accelerando??? lol what’s that”

Allura:
- baritone during concert season
- color guard captain
- the master of “spin a thousand times without getting dizzy”
- perfect balance
- has literally stood on three fingers and spun a flag with her foot and could do it again
- very loud
- she will always be heard
- thinks the rookies are cute but she will not put up with their shit
- “lance stop giving everyone makeovers we’re supposed to be learning the routine”
- has made a flower crown for her flag
- so graceful
- has never fallen
- has dropped the thing she was spinning (flags, rifles, sabres, etc) exactly once and that was because she threw a sabre at lance’s head
- coran was not pleased but it was pretty funny
- can do your hair 101 ways but only one of them is acceptable because we all have to look the same, goddammit lance stop with the braid trains
- doesn’t take lance seriously at all and tbh he doesn’t blame her
- took dance classes as a kid and found that she enjoyed it
- but color guard is where she belongs
- (even if some of her fellow guard members *cough*lance*cough* are assholes sometimes)
- one time a toddler ran out onto the field during a show and hugged allura’s legs and she melted
- “coran can we keep it”
- “her parents are right there”
- “but can we keep it”
- pretends to be Mature and Serious but in reality she’s as much of a dork as the rest of the band
- once she heard a cheerleader say “i’m glad we don’t have to work with the band like the color guard” and she decked them
- has temper issues but is overall a great performer

Coran:
- the wacky director
- band camp stories take up half the class time
- if someone doesn’t want to play this part again, or is tired of marching this set, all they have to do say “hey coran did ___ ever happen at your band camp” and coran will never shut up again
- this is a risky move though because if he realizes what you’re doing you will never see the light of day again
- the living embodiment of “one more time” *ten times later* “one more time”
- “if you’re not perfect then we’re not competing”
- was humiliated once by a rival school because of an immature band
- will never let it happen again
- tries (and fails) to reference modern pop culture
- “i think you kids will like this song! it’s kind of like that one the kids sing now with the doors and the painting”
- “the what now”
- “you know, the one by those scared parties”
- he means well
- super chill but if you get on his bad side then you will see hell
- jokes around a lot but he is serious when it comes to music
- and if you’re not then coran will not hesitate in kicking you out
- “if you can’t play your instrument then you wON’T PLAY YOUR INSTRUMENT HOW’S THAT BYE FIND A NEW 5TH PERIOD TEACHER”
- a professional Student Roaster™

Damn It, Jared!

Summary- The reader is a teen actress on the show, she’s hanging out in the makeup trailer with Misha when he alerts her of some weird tweets.

Characters- Jared x platonic!reader, Jensen x platonic!reader, misha x platonic!reader.

Warnings- mild language, mentions of family problems.

A/N- I’VE FINALLY UPLOADED A FIC! it’s been a while but I’ve been busy revising for my exams so that’s a good reason;) anyways, I hope you enjoy this! It was really fun to write and made me chuckle.


You were lounging in one of the makeup chairs, Misha was sat on your left getting his hair done whilst you were stuffing your face with gummy bears. 

You had been on the show for almost two years, you were introduced as Sam’s daughter halfway through season eleven, you had just turned fourteen when you started filming and being so young meant the cast -past and present- were extremely protective over you and that’s something that never changed, and honestly you were grateful! You never really had the greatest relationship with your parents so it was nice to have a group of people who cared about you the way your parents didn’t

Jared took the roll of your father in real life as well, you just had that instant connection when you met, you both had similar interests and similar characteristics, you even looked alike: hazel eyes that seem to change colour, dimples, same length hair. He acted more like a father than your biological dad, lets just say you don’t have the ideal family life, you’d much rather go to Texas with Jared and Jensen than go home (which most of the time you do), whenever you visited you’d always help Gen and Danneel with the kids, they were grateful and loved having you around. 

The cast knew how much your parents would nag at you, they knew how down you’d get about the things they’d say, today was one of those days. You had argued with both of your parents, quite heavily, Jared walked into your trailer when he heard you almost shouting. He comforted you and listened whilst your ranted and cried about the argument, he held you whilst you sobbed, he hated seeing you so upset, it tore him apart, to him you were his daughter, he couldn’t handle seeing his daughter so torn up.

Your head snapped up towards Misha who started laughing, a lot, “what’re you laughing at?” You asked, he turned his phone towards you, reaching out you took it from his grip “maybe you should go and find your phone” he laughed. Furrowing your eyebrows you scrolled through your twitter, your eyes widened at some of the tweets before your narrowed them and let out an audible groan “damn it, Jared” you grumbled, you quickly replied back to one of the tweets before handing the phone back to Misha and jumping down from the chair, “good luck!” Misha called as you stepped out of the trailer, “i’m gonna need it” you mumbled making him laugh again.

You stepped into the motel set that you would be using for that day, the crew were getting ready to film, you saw Jared and Jensen leaning against one of the tables, Jared was still typing away on your phone, stepping forward you gained their attention, “give me my phone, Jared” you demanded holding your hand out, “give me five minutes” he replied turning his head back towards your phone, rolling your eyes you crossed your arms, “no, Jared give it back” you said, he sighed and passed it towards you, however when your reached out to grab it his hand shot in the air, “jump for it” he chuckled, you gave him a bitch face, “I am not jumping for my phone” you answered placing your hands on your hips.

You saw that his phone was on the table behind him, quickly, you leapt forward and grabbed it before holding it behind your back. He chuckled, “you don’t know my password, i’m not bothered”, you smirked and typed in his passcode before showing him the unlocked screen, “really? Your birthday? C’mon Jared, be original” you said, he went to reply but the director cut him off.

The director called for everyone to get into their places, you sat on the bed with your back against the headboard, you knew the camera’s wouldn’t be on you, it was just Jared and Jensen’s coverage. The director yelled “action!”, as the guys were doing their dialogue you started to tweet from Jared’s phone silently giggling to yourself, “Just ate some spicy ass Buffalo Wings, never again. My ass is going to hurt for weeks” you looked up and watched the scene for a bit before tweeting again. “Oh god, the smell! it’s everywhere!“ Misha who was trying to focus on the scene caught sight of you giggling, he pulled out his phone and went onto Jared’s twitter, his face immediately went red from trying to hold in the laughter, you started typing again, “SHOULD IT BURN THIS MUCH?!” you hit send, Misha looked back down towards his phone and closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as if trying to compose himself, you started typing again “I just burnt a hole through my underwear… shit… quite literally” that was the last straw for Misha, he immediately burst out laughing shortly followed by you, doubling over you were face down on the bed with tears streaming down your face, “what’re you guys laughing at?” Jared asked, “ch-check your twitter” Misha wheezed out, he furrowed his eyebrows and unlocked your phone, his eyes widened, Jensen took your phone from his hand, he started reading the numerous tweets out loud whilst simultaneously laughing, hard. Soon enough everyone in the room was howling of laughter.

You sat up, still laughing hysterically, wiping away the tears that were cascading happily down your face you took a deep breath, trying to calm down, “y/n, you little shit” Jared laughed causing you to start laughing again, grabbing his phone from your hand, he deleted the tweets and pocketed his phone. “Hey, you started it, I finished it” you giggled, “can I have my phone back now?” You asked, he shook his head before throwing it towards you, you caught it and tucked it in your pocket. 

“Okay everyone, take a ten minute break to cool off, god knows we need it” the director laughed, you stood up and walked towards the boys, “where did you come up with those tweets?” Jensen asked, you shrugged your shoulders, “honestly I have no idea” you laughed, whilst Misha and Jensen were talking Jared swung an arm over your shoulders, “you feeling better?” He asked, you nodded your head, “yeah, still feel a bit bummed about earlier but better nonetheless” you smiled, he squeezed you, “good” he replied, “I’m still gonna get you back from tweeting on my phone, you know that right?” He asked, you rolled your eyes and chuckled “yeah, even though what I did was completely fair” you said, he sighed “yeah yeah, whatever you say” he said playfully.


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Title: Not jealous

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Alexander Calvert x Reader

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine being married to Jensen and being best friends with Alexander Calvert for a long time, who is closer to your age and has portrayed your love interest in your TV show. You are very close that the fans ship you all the time, and during a live Q&A you get to talk about it, maybe revealing some feelings, without knowing your husband is watching it.

A/N: (Y/f/s)= Your favorite show, cause we’d all wanna be a part of it, (Y/c/n)= Your character’s name.

“What do you love most about being a part of the Supernatural?” you read the next question from a fan, looking at your friend and leaning back in the couch.

“Well, there are definitely a lot of things to love about- about Supernatural and being a part of this big family. That’s for sure.” Alexander said with a small smile, leaning on your side and almost laying half on top of you as you had an arm wrapped around his shoulders and his were wrapped around your waist, his face almost nuzzling in the crook of your neck.

“The pranks, that’s for sure you love the most!” you giggled and he laughed.

“Well, in Stranger Things the kids would love to play pranks on me, with the help of this lady-” he gave you a look as you shrugged innocently.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you shook your head and he laughed more.

“But I don’t think there’s anything that could compare to the ones the guys here pull on me. One day- One day the director had to make them leave because they wouldn’t let me get a scene right with all those jokes.” he admitted “But if I really need to say there is one thing that Supernatural offered to me that I appreciate more than anything was… It was the chance to see (Y/n) again after all this time.”

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Unfortunate Events

Request: Can you do a tom holland x reader where the reader and tom are filming Spider-Man 2 and her father passes away and the cast, especially try’s to support her because she can’t go home cause of the film, but the reader is kind of pushing everyone away a bit and has a panic attack during a scene. And Tom try’s to make the reader feel better. ITS ALOT OMG (I love you writing by the Way)

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: I only have a few words, beside this imagine idea is absolutely adorable :) BUT I SAW SPIDER-MAN FOR THE SECOND TIME, and i loved it just as much as the first time. Now, I’ve been in a bit of a craze but i’d love if you guys could send in Peter Parker/Tom Holland requests like this lovely follower here. Of course, request anything else you’d like :) but i thought i’d still ask! 

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Warnings: mention of death.


Originally posted by parkrpeters

When you’d been called for the filming of the returning Spider-Man sequel you’d been happier than could be. You had played a role in Spider-Man: Homecoming, but not a huge one as the first movie had only been leading up to your character arc. You were meant to play a much larger role this movie and Peter Parker’s renowned love interest. 

Of course, you originally hadn’t thought that your role would blossom into anything (the creators hadn’t really told you) and you didn’t expect your characters small role in the first film to be so well loved. You hadn’t thought anything of the film until now, but that didn’t mean you weren’t excited. Filming for the first film you’d been able to make lots of new friends, including the star of the film, Tom Holland.

You all were a close bonded cast and you couldn’t ask for more, being invited back was the best part.

But within a month of filming for the movie, the excitement seemed to disappear and with some upsetting news it seemed harder and harder to get up everyday only to see yourself in a city you didn’t belong in. Your father had passed away, unfortunately and it had hit you hard. Not just because you couldn’t leave because of filming but because your father and yourself had always had a really close relationship. He had been the one to inspire you to act and having him gone made you feel as if acting was pointless. 

Your father would never see you make it big. Would never see you play this huge role in a highly anticipated movie. He’d never get to see you in something you were immensely proud of.

You couldn’t go back and support your family, be with your loved ones and you wouldn’t be there for his funeral. It was crushing you. Of course the cast had been the best, trying to support you the best they could. But even with their undying support, it didn’t seem to matter and you’ve begun pushing them away. It hurt you, but you just couldn’t seem to stop blocking them off from your personal life.

The worst was Tom. Being his love interest in this film meant you had a lot, mainly any scene with you in it, with him. You’d been close before but this seemed to only bring you closer. You felt immense guilt every time you shoved away his attempt at supporting you because you knew he was only trying to help and you were in the wrong. But it hurt to let someone in. You weren’t sure why, you just knew it did.

Today seemed to be the hardest day of all, and it made sense. From your many phone calls with your mum, you knew today was your father’s funeral. Today was also the day you were suppose to film a scene between your character and Peter where you two finally started dating. It was a well-rehearsed scene and you had Tom had been practicing your lines day and night to get the scene perfect as it was planned to be one of the best scenes. But you couldn’t focus.

Staring at Tom, you regarded the outfit he’d been put in for the film. Normally, had it been a week ago, you would’ve probably thought he looked quite handsome. But now you couldn’t focus on much. 

The director signalled you both to start, and taking a deep breath you tried to push the funeral to the back of your mind and focus on the scene. 

“Y/C/N…” Tom started slowly, hesitantly like Peter was suppose to. He took a tentative step forward, his cheeks flushed and his breath fanning on your face. You were the same height as him, maybe even a bit taller. His close proximity was making you feel faint, all emotions flooding. “I’ve been meaning to tell you-”

“Stop!” You suddenly bellowed out, effectively stunning everybody. You barely recognized that that was probably the most unprofessional thing you could’ve done. Your head fell to your hands, and you shook your head your breath shaking.

“Y/N?” Tom called out. Panicked he turned to the director, pleading with his eyes. Tom didn’t have to ask to know what this was about.

“Everybody five.” The director called, “Y/N, take ten.”

You didn’t even hear his words, you could only focus on your tears and your rapid heart beat. Your dad was dead. And you just couldn’t live with that reality.

Before you knew it, a hand grabbed your upper arm, pulling you away from the stage and off to the side. You knew who it was. “Y/N,” Tom started, “please I wanna help.”

“He’s dead.” You mumbled, shaking. “You can’t help!” 

“Yes i can!” Tom pushed, pulling away your hands from your face so he could see you. Looking into your eyes, he grabbed ahold of your arms again. “If you let me.”

“I don’t know if I can continue…” You take a deep breath; “doing this without him. He was my rock and now i can’t even be there for his funeral! What kind of daughter am I?”

“A great one.” Tom answered; “one who loved her father more than anything.” 

You sob, biting your lip. Tom lets go of your arms, opening his own. You immediately walk into them, accepting his embrace. “You can do this, Y/N, I know you can. Just let me hold you.”

“Okay.”

The Call

Pairing:  Jensen x Reader (Female)

Summary:  It’s been a tough day on set for Director Ackles until he receives a call from the reader.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Dirty talk, bit of smut… I think that’s it…

A/N: This is for Kari’s Favorite Things Challenge hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing !!! She’s a fantastic writer so go check her out! My prompt was talking on the phone with Jensen, and it’s my first time writing Jensen, so any critiques is appreciated! Also I’m starting a new tag list so let me knopw if you would like to be tagged in anything

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Michael Jackson: The Human Being Behind The Superstar By Paris Jackson

Paris Jackson: Life After Neverland (Rolling Stone Interview )

In her first-ever in-depth interview, Michael Jackson’s daughter discusses her father’s pain and finding peace after addiction and heartache

Paris-Michael Katherine Jackson is staring at a famous corpse. “That’s Marilyn Monroe,” she whispers, facing a wall covered with gruesome autopsy photos. “And that’s JFK. You can’t even find these online.” On a Thursday afternoon in late November, Paris is making her way through the Museum of Death, a cramped maze of formaldehyde-scented horrors on Hollywood Boulevard. It’s not uncommon for visitors, confronted with decapitation photos, snuff films and serial-killer memorabilia, to faint, vomit or both. But Paris, not far removed from the emo and goth phases of her earlier teens, seems to find it all somehow soothing. This is her ninth visit. “It’s awesome,” she had said on the way over. “They have a real electric chair and a real head!”

Paris Jackson turned 18 last April, and moment by moment, can come across as much older or much younger, having lived a life that’s veered between sheltered and agonizingly exposed. She is a pure child of the 21st century, with her mashed-up hippie-punk fashion sense (today she’s wearing a tie-dye button-down, jeggings and Converse high-tops) and boundary-free musical tastes (she’s decorated her sneakers with lyrics by Mötley Crüe and Arctic Monkeys; is obsessed with Alice Cooper – she calls him “bae” – and the singer-songwriter Butch Walker; loves Nirvana and Justin Bieber too). But she is, even more so, her father’s child. “Basically, as a person, she is who my dad is,” says her older brother, Prince Michael Jackson. “The only thing that’s different would be her age and her gender.” Paris is similar to Michael, he adds, “in all of her strengths, and almost all of her weaknesses as well. She’s very passionate. She is very emotional to the point where she can let emotion cloud her judgment.”

Paris has, with impressive speed, acquired more than 50 tattoos, sneaking in the first few while underage. Nine of them are devoted to Michael Jackson, who died when she was 11 years old, sending her, Prince and their youngest brother, Blanket, spiraling out of what had been – as they perceived it – a cloistered, near-idyllic little world. “They always say, ‘Time heals,’” she says. “But it really doesn’t. You just get used to it. I live life with the mentality of 'OK, I lost the only thing that has ever been important to me.’ So going forward, anything bad that happens can’t be nearly as bad as what happened before. So I can handle it.” Michael still visits her in her dreams, she says: “I feel him with me all the time.”

Michael, who saw himself as Peter Pan, liked to call his only daughter Tinker Bell. She has FAITH, TRUST AND PIXIE DUST inked near her clavicle. She has an image from the cover of Dangerous on her forearm, the Bad logo on her hand, and the words QUEEN OF MY HEART – in her dad’s handwriting, from a letter he wrote her – on her inner left wrist. “He’s brought me nothing but joy,” she says. “So why not have constant reminders of joy?" 

She also has tattoos honoring John Lennon, David Bowie and her dad’s sometime rival Prince – plus Van Halen and, on her inner lip, the word MÖTLEY (her boyfriend has CRÜE in the same spot). On her right wrist is a rope-and-jade bracelet that Michael bought in Africa. He was wearing it when he died, and Paris’ nanny retrieved it for her. "It still smells like him,” Paris says.

She fixes her huge blue-green eyes on each of the museum’s attractions without flinching, until she comes to a section of taxidermied pets. “I don’t really like this room,” she says, wrinkling her nose. “I draw the line with animals. I can’t do it. This breaks my heart.” She recently rescued a hyperactive pit-bull-mix puppy, Koa, who has an uneasy coexistence with Kenya, a snuggly Labrador her dad brought home a decade ago.

Paris describes herself as “desensitized” to even the most graphic reminders of human mortality. In June 2013, drowning in depression and a drug addiction, she tried to kill herself at age 15, slashing her wrist and downing 20 Motrin pills. “It was just self-hatred,” she says, “low self-esteem, thinking that I couldn’t do anything right, not thinking I was worthy of living anymore.” She had been self-harming, cutting herself, managing to conceal it from her family. Some of her tattoos now cover the scars, as well as what she says are track marks from drug use. Before that, she had already attempted suicide “multiple times,” she says, with an incongruous laugh. “It was just once that it became public.” The hospital had a “three-strike rule,” she recalls, and, after that last attempt, insisted she attend a residential therapy program.

Home-schooled before her father’s death, Paris had agreed to attend a private school starting in seventh grade. She didn’t fit in – at all – and started hanging out with the only kids who accepted her, “a lot of older people doing a lot of crazy things,” she says. “I was doing a lot of things that 13-, 14-, 15-year-olds shouldn’t do. I tried to grow up too fast, and I wasn’t really that nice of a person.” She also faced cyberbullying, and still struggles with cruel online comments. “The whole freedom-of-speech thing is great,” she says. “But I don’t think that our Founding Fathers predicted social media when they created all of these amendments and stuff.”

There was another trauma that she’s never mentioned in public. When she was 14, a much older “complete stranger” sexually assaulted her, she says. “I don’t wanna give too many details. But it was not a good experience at all, and it was really hard for me, and, at the time, I didn’t tell anybody.”

After her last suicide attempt, she spent sophomore year and half of junior year at a therapeutic school in Utah. “It was great for me,” she says. “I’m a completely different person.” Before, she says with a small smile, “I was crazy. I was actually crazy. I was going through a lot of, like, teen angst. And I was also dealing with my depression and my anxiety without any help.” Her father, she says, also struggled with depression, and she was prescribed the same antidepressants he once took, though she’s no longer on any psych meds.

Now sober and happier than she’s ever been, with menthol cigarettes her main remaining vice, Paris moved out of her grandma Katherine’s house shortly after her 18th birthday, heading to the old Jackson family estate. She spends nearly every minute of each day with her boyfriend, Michael Snoddy, a 26-year-old drummer – he plays with the percussion ensemble Street Drum Corps – and Virginia native whose dyed mohawk, tattoos and perpetually sagging pants don’t obscure boy-band looks and a puppy-dog sweetness. “I never met anyone before who made me feel the way music makes me feel,” says Paris. When they met, he had an ill-considered, now-covered Confederate flag tattoo that raised understandable doubts among the Jacksons. “But the more I actually got to know him,” says Prince, “he’s a really cool guy.”

Paris took a quick stab at community college after graduating high school – a year early – in 2015, but wasn’t feeling it. She is an heir to a mammoth fortune – the Michael Jackson Family Trust is likely worth more than $1 billion, with disbursements to the kids in stages. But she wants to earn her own money, and now that she’s a legal adult, to embrace her other inheritance: celebrity.

And in the end, as the charismatic, beautiful daughter of one of the most famous men who ever lived, what choice did she have? She is, for now, a model, an actress, a work in progress. She can, when she feels like it, exhibit a regal poise that’s almost intimidating, while remaining chill enough to become pals with her giant-goateed tattoo artist. She has impeccable manners – you might guess that she was raised well. She so charmed producer-director Lee Daniels in a recent meeting that he’s begun talking to her manager about a role for her on his Fox show, Star . She plays a few instruments, writes and sings songs (she performs a couple for me on acoustic guitar, and they show promise, though they’re more Laura Marling than MJ), but isn’t sure if she’ll ever pursue a recording contract.

Modeling, in particular, comes naturally, and she finds it therapeutic. “I’ve had self-esteem issues for a really, really long time,” says Paris, who understands her dad’s plastic-surgery choices after watching online trolls dissect her appearance since she was 12. “Plenty of people think I’m ugly, and plenty of people don’t. But there’s a moment when I’m modeling where I forget about my self-esteem issues and focus on what the photographer’s telling me – and I feel pretty. And in that sense, it’s selfish.”

But mostly, she shares her father’s heal-the-world impulses (“I’m really scared for the Great Barrier Reef,” she says. “It’s, like, dying. This whole planet is. Poor Earth, man”), and sees fame as a means to draw attention to favored causes. “I was born with this platform,” she says. “Am I gonna waste it and hide away? Or am I going to make it bigger and use it for more important things?”

Her dad wouldn’t have minded. “If you wanna be bigger than me, you can,” he’d tell her. “If you don’t want to be at all, you can. But I just want you to be happy.”

At the moment, Paris lives in the private studio where her dad demoed “Beat It.” The Tudor-style main house in the now-empty Jackson family compound in the LA neighborhood of Encino – purchased by Joe Jackson in 1971 with some of the Jackson 5’s first Motown royalties, and rebuilt by Michael in the Eighties – is under renovation. But the studio, built by Michael in a brick building across the courtyard, happens to be roughly the size of a decent Manhattan apartment, with its own kitchen and bathroom. Paris has turned it into a vibe-y, cozy dorm room.

Traces of her father are everywhere, most unmistakably in the artwork he commissioned. Outside the studio is a framed picture, done in a Disney-like style, of a cartoon castle on a hilltop with a caricatured Michael in the foreground, a small blond boy embracing him.It’s captioned “Of Children, Castles & Kings.” Inside is a mural taking up an entire wall, with another cartoon Michael in the corner, holding a green book titled The Secret of Life and looking down from a window at blooming flowers – at the center of each bloom is a cartoon face of a red-cheeked little girl.

Paris’ chosen decor is somewhat different. There is a picture of Kurt Cobain in the bathroom, a Smashing Pumpkins poster on the wall, a laptop with Against Me! and NeverEnding Story stickers, psychedelic paisley wall hangings, lots of fake candles. Vinyl records (Alice Cooper, the Rolling Stones) serve as wall decorations. In the kitchen, sitting casually on a counter, is a framed platinum record, inscribed to Michael by Quincy Jones (“I found it in the attic,” Paris shrugs).

Above an adjacent garage is a mini-museum Michael created as a surprise gift for his family, with the walls and even ceilings covered with photos from their history. Michael used to rehearse dance moves in that room; now Paris’ boyfriend has his drum kit set up there.

We head out to a nearby sushi restaurant, and Paris starts to describe life in Neverland. She spent her first seven years in her dad’s 2,700-acre fantasy world, with its own amusement park, zoo and movie theater. (“Everything I never got to do as a kid,” Michael called it.) During that time, she didn’t know that her father’s name was Michael, let alone have any grasp of his fame. “I just thought his name was Dad, Daddy,” she says. “We didn’t really know who he was. But he was our world. And we were his world.” (Paris declared last year’s Captain Fantastic , where Viggo Mortensen plays an eccentric dad who tries to create a utopian hideaway for his kids, her “favorite movie ever.”)

“We couldn’t just go on the rides whenever we wanted to,” she recalls, walking on a dark roadside near the Encino compound. She likes to stride along the lane divider, too close to the cars – it drives her boyfriend crazy, and I don’t much like it either. “We actually had a pretty normal life. Like, we had school every single day, and we had to be good. And if we were good, every other weekend or so, we could choose whether we were gonna go to the movie theater or see the animals or whatever. But if you were on bad behavior, then you wouldn’t get to go do all those things." 

In his 2011 memoir, Michael’s brother Jermaine called him "an example of what fatherhood should be. He instilled in them the love Mother gave us, and he provided the kind of emotional fathering that our father, through no fault of his own, could not. Michael was father and mother rolled into one.”

Michael gave the kids the option of going to regular school. They declined. “When you’re at home,” says Paris, “your dad, who you love more than anything, will occasionally come in, in the middle of class, and it’s like, 'Cool, no more class for the day. We’re gonna go hang out with Dad.’ We were like, 'We don’t need friends. We’ve got you and Disney Channel!’” She was, she acknowledges, “a really weird kid.”

Her dad taught her how to cook, soul food, mostly. “He was a kick-ass cook,” she says. “His fried chicken is the best in the world. He taught me how to make sweet potato pie.” Paris is baking four pies, plus gumbo, for grandma Katherine’s Thanksgiving – which actually takes place the day before the holiday, in deference to Katherine’s Jehovah’s Witness beliefs.

Michael schooled Paris on every conceivable genre of music. “My dad worked with Van Halen, so I got into Van Halen,” she says.“He worked with Slash, so I got into Guns N’ Roses. He introduced me to Tchaikovsky and Debussy, Earth, Wind and Fire, the Temptations, Tupac, Run-DMC.”

She says Michael emphasized tolerance. “My dad raised me in a very open-minded house,” she says. “I was eight years old, in love with this female on the cover of a magazine. Instead of yelling at me, like most homophobic parents, he was making fun of me, like, 'Oh, you got yourself a girlfriend.’

"His number-one focus for us,” says Paris, “besides loving us, was education. And he wasn’t like, 'Oh, yeah, mighty Columbus came to this land!’ He was like, 'No. He fucking slaughtered the natives.’” Would he really phrase it that way? “He did have kind of a potty mouth. He cussed like a sailor.” But he was also “very shy.”

Paris and Prince are quite aware of public doubts about their parentage (the youngest brother, Blanket, with his darker skin, is the subject of less speculation). Paris’ mom is Debbie Rowe, a nurse Michael met while she was working for his dermatologist, the late Arnold Klein. They had what sounds like an unconventional three-year marriage, during which, Rowe once testified, they never shared a home. Michael said that Rowe wanted to have his children “as a present” to him. (Rowe said that Paris got her name from the location of her conception.) Klein, her employer, was one of several men – including the actor Mark Lester, who played the title role in the 1968 movie Oliver! – who suggested that they could be Paris’ actual biological father.

Over popcorn shrimp and a Clean Mean Salmon Roll, Paris agrees to address this issue for what she says will be the only time. She could opt for an easy, logical answer, could point out that it doesn’t matter, that either way, Michael Jackson was her father. That’s what her brother – who describes himself as “more objective” than Paris – seems to suggest. “Every time someone asks me that,” Prince says, “I ask, 'What’s the point? What difference does it make?’ Specifically to someone who’s not involved in my life. How does that affect your life? It doesn’t change mine.”

But Paris is certain that Michael Jackson was her biological dad. She believes it with a fervency that is both touching and, in the moment, utterly convincing. “He is my father,” she says, making fierce eye contact. “He will always be my father. He never wasn’t, and he never will not be. People that knew him really well say they see him in me, that it’s almost scary.

"I consider myself black,” she says, adding later that her dad “would look me in the eyes and he’d point his finger at me and he’d be like, 'You’re black. Be proud of your roots.’ And I’d be like, 'OK, he’s my dad, why would he lie to me?’ So I just believe what he told me. 'Cause, to my knowledge, he’s never lied to me.

"Most people that don’t know me call me white,” Paris concedes. “I’ve got light skin and, especially since I’ve had my hair blond, I look like I was born in Finland or something.” She points out that it’s far from unheard of for mixed-race kids to look like her – accurately noting that her complexion and eye color are similar to the TV actor Wentworth Miller’s, who has a black dad and a white mom.

At first, she had no relationship with Rowe. “When I was really, really young, my mom didn’t exist,” Paris recalls. Eventually, she realized “a man can’t birth a child” – and when she was 10 or so, she asked Prince, “We gotta have a mom, right?” So she asked her dad. “And he’s like, 'Yeah.’ And I was like, 'What’s her name?’ And he’s just like, 'Debbie.’ And I was like, 'OK, well, I know the name.’” After her father’s death, she started researching her mom online, and they got together when Paris was 13.

In the wake of her treatment in Utah, Paris decided to reach out again to Rowe. “She needed a mother figure,” says Prince, who declines to comment on his own relationship, or lack thereof, with Rowe. (Paris’ manager declined to make Rowe available for an interview, and Rowe did not respond to our request for comment.) “I’ve had a lot of mother figures,” Paris counters, citing her grandmother and nannies, among others, “but by the time my mom came into my life, it wasn’t a 'mommy’ thing. It’s more of an adult relationship.” Paris sees herself in Rowe, who just completed a course of chemo in a fight against breast cancer: “We’re both very stubborn.”

Paris isn’t sure how Michael felt about Rowe, but says Rowe was “in love” with her dad. She’s also sure that Michael loved Lisa Marie Presley, whom he divorced two years before Paris’ birth: “In the music video 'You Are Not Alone,’ I can see how he looked at her, and he was totally whipped,” she says with a fond laugh.

Paris Jackson was around nine years old when she realized that much of the world didn’t see her father the way she did. “My dad would cry to me at night,” she says, sitting at the counter of a New York coffee shop in mid-December, cradling a tiny spoon in her hand. She starts to cry too. “Picture your parent crying to you about the world hating him for something he didn’t do. And for me, he was the only thing that mattered. To see my entire world in pain, I started to hate the world because of what they were doing to him. I’m like, 'How can people be so mean?’” She pauses. “Sorry, I’m getting emotional.”

Paris and Prince have no doubts that their father was innocent of the multiple child-molestation allegations against him, that the man they knew was the real Michael. Again, they are persuasive – if they could go door-to-door talking about it, they could sway the world.“Nobody but my brothers and I experienced him reading A Light in the Attic to us at night before we went to bed,” says Paris.“Nobody experienced him being a father to them. And if they did, the entire perception of him would be completely and forever changed.” I gently suggest that what Michael said to her on those nights was a lot to put on a nine-year-old. “He did not bullshit us,” she replies. “You try to give kids the best childhood possible. But you also have to prepare them for the shitty world.”

Michael’s 2005 molestation trial ended in an acquittal, but it shattered his reputation and altered the course of his family’s lives. He decided to leave Neverland for good. They spent the next four years traveling the world, spending long stretches of time in the Irish countryside, in Bahrain, in Las Vegas. Paris didn’t mind – it was exciting, and home was where her dad was.

By 2009, Michael was preparing for an ambitious slate of comeback performances at London’s O2 Arena. “He kind of hyped it up to us,” recalls Paris. “He was like, 'Yeah, we’re gonna live in London for a year.’ We were super-excited – we already had a house out there we were gonna live in.” But Paris remembers his “exhaustion” as rehearsals began. “I’d tell him, 'Let’s take a nap,’” she says.“Because he looked tired. We’d be in school, meaning downstairs in the living room, and we’d see dust falling from the ceiling and hear stomping sounds because he was rehearsing upstairs.”

Paris has a lingering distaste for AEG Live, the promoters behind the planned This Is It tour – her family lost a wrongful-death suit against them, with the jury accepting AEG’s argument that Michael was responsible for his own death. “AEG Live does not treat their performers right,” she alleges. “They drain them dry and work them to death.” (A rep for AEG declined comment.) She describes seeing Justin Bieber on a recent tour and being “scared” for him. “He was tired, going through the motions. I looked at my ticket, saw AEG Live, and I thought back to how my dad was exhausted all the time but couldn’t sleep.”

Paris blames Dr. Conrad Murray – who was convicted of involuntary manslaughter in her father’s death – for the dependency on the anesthetic drug propofol that led to it. She calls him “the 'doctor,’” with satirical air quotes. But she has darker suspicions about her father’s death. “He would drop hints about people being out to get him,” she says. “And at some point he was like, 'They’re gonna kill me one day.’” (Lisa Marie Presley told Oprah Winfrey of a similar conversation with Michael, who expressed fears that unnamed parties were targeting him to get at his half of the Sony/ATV music-publishing catalog, worth hundreds of millions.)

Paris is convinced that her dad was, somehow, murdered. “Absolutely,” she says. “Because it’s obvious. All arrows point to that. It sounds like a total conspiracy theory and it sounds like bullshit, but all real fans and everybody in the family knows it. It was a setup. It was bullshit.”

But who would have wanted Michael Jackson dead? Paris pauses for several seconds, maybe considering a specific answer, but just says, “A lot of people.” Paris wants revenge, or at least justice. “Of course,” she says, eyes glowing. “I definitely do, but it’s a chess game. And I am trying to play the chess game the right way. And that’s all I can say about that right now.”

Michael had his kids wear masks in public, a protective move Paris considered “stupid” but later came to understand. So it made all the more of an impression when a brave little girl spontaneously stepped to the microphone at her dad’s televised memorial service, on July 7th, 2009. “Ever since I was born,” she said, “Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine, and I just wanted to say I love him so much.”

She was 11 years old, but she knew what she was doing. “I knew afterward there was gonna be plenty of shit-talking,” Paris says, “plenty of people questioning him and how he raised us. That was the first time I ever publicly defended him, and it definitely won’t be the last.” For Prince, his younger sister showed in that moment that she had “more strength than any of us.”

The day after her trip to the Museum of Death, Paris, Michael Snoddy and Tom Hamilton, her model-handsome, man-bunned 31-year-old manager, head over to Venice Beach. We stroll the boardwalk, and Snoddy recalls a brief stint as a street performer here when he first moved to LA, drumming on buckets. “It wasn’t bad,” he says. “I averaged out to a hundred bucks a day.”

Paris has her hair extensions in a ponytail. She’s wearing sunglasses with circular lenses, a green plaid shirt over leggings, and a Rasta-rainbow backpack. Her mood is darker today. She’s not talking much, and clinging tight to Snoddy, who’s in a Willie Nelson tee with the sleeves cut off.

We head toward the canals, lined with ultramodern houses that Paris doesn’t like. “They’re too harsh and bougie,” she says. “It doesn’t scream, 'Hey, come for dinner!’” She’s delighted to spot a group of ducks. “Hello, friends!” she shouts. “Come play with us!"Among them are what appear to be an avian couple in love, paddling through the shallow water in close formation. Paris sighs and squeezes Snoddy’s hand. "Goals,” she says. “Hashtag 'goals.’”

Her spirits are lifting, and we walk back toward the beach to watch the sunset. Paris and Snoddy hop on a concrete barrier facing the orange-pink spectacle. It’s a peaceful moment, until a middle-aged woman in neon jogging clothes and knee-length socks walks over.She grins at the couple as she presses a button on some kind of tiny stereo strapped to her waist, unleashing a dated-sounding trance song. Paris laughs and turns to her boyfriend. As the sun disappears, they start to dance.

From being a kick-ass cook to a strict dad, here are the 5 things we learned about the King of Pop from Paris Jackson.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0kjc3VEwFM


The Girl on Set – Cody Christian Imagine

Requested by Anon: May you do a Cody imagine where you are a fan of tw and you win the contest to visit the set in the final season and you’re so happy because you’re gonna met the cast but mostly exited because you’re gonna meet Cody cause Theo is your favorite character, And when you meet him gets an interest on you and take advantage of every break or every moment to go to talk to you and sprayberry can see you caught him so deep and tell him to ask you out or something?? 

Word Count: 2,430

Warnings: None

Pairing: Cody Chrisitan x Reader

Other Characters in this imagine: Holland Roden, Tyler Posey, and Dylan Sprayberry

Author’s Note: I’m not sure if this is the ending you wanted, but I still gave you the same concept you asked for. I hope you like it and feedback is greatly appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by bysamoylova

“Who is that?” Cody asked as he approached Holland and Dylan Sprayberry sitting on their chairs.

Holland looked up and noticed Cody nodded towards the girl by the craft table with Tyler Posey, who were talking and laughing as they put food on their plates. Holland looked back at Cody with a smile, “that’s Y/N. She’s the one who won the contest to visit the set.”

“We met her earlier in the make-up trailer. She’s really nice,” Sprayberry said after looking up from his phone.

Cody looked back and couldn’t help but admire the girl. Her hair was down with long waves that reached just above her butt. She had dark skinny jeans, which showed off her hips and great butt. She wore a black tank top underneath a red plaid shirt, with a pair of matching red Converse. She was too far to notice the small details on her face like her make-up or if she had freckles. However, he knew one thing for sure, she was beautiful. 

“Do you need a bucket?” Sprayberry’s question snapped Cody out of his trance. He gave him a puzzled look, wondering why he would ask such a thing. As if reading his mind, Sprayberry answered, “for all the drooling.”

Holland giggled. “Someone has a crush.”

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Brother For Sale

I thought I wanted a little brother. When I was a stupid six year old.

Now I’m nine, a lot smarter, and I realized I made a huge mistake.

Tommy is the worst. The absolute worst. I hate him. It wasn’t so bad when he was a baby. He cried a lot but it was super cool to say I was a sister. All my friends thought he was super cute too.

It’s when he stopped being cute and starting being annoying.

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RFA + Saeran react to MC having wet dreams about another member [NSFW-ish?]

Yoosung                                                                            

- You’re already sleeping, he came to bed a little later after a few LOLOL rounds. You look so peaceful in your dreams, he couldn’t resist in giving you a little Kiss in your cheek.

- And then he heard:

- “Jaehee… mmm… a little harder…mmm… right there…”

-This boy is shook

- His mind spins around, you were having a wet dream with another person, with another RFA member, WITH A WOMAN WOOOOOA

-He’s so confused by that, how is he supposed to feel? Jealous? Angry? A little turned on? Oh shit… that’s all he’s feeling.

-Poor boy couldn’t sleep at all, whenever he tried, his imagination led him to very confusing thoughts, a little too exciting tbh

- In the morning, he’s still a little lost. He wants to ask you, but he doesn’t know how

-He gathers his courage during the breakfast

- “MC, is there something I need to know about you?”

- You look up, trying to remember if you forgot to tell him something about you, since you’re seeing each other for a few months now. “Hmm… nothing that I can remind right now… why is that?”

-“MC, you can tell me, ok? I know this can be hard, but I support you no matter what. If you’re bi, I don’t mind, really… and… if you’re lesbian, I…I’m ready to let you go, I don’t want you to hide your feelings and feel held back by a guy. I love you, and  I’ll be ready to let you go if this means your happiness.”

-You are… touched, but yet very confused. What is he talking about? Bi? Lesbian? Let you go? You ask what’s going on, he tells in a very serious tone about what he heard last night. Now you’re even more confused, because… you don’t remember that dream!

-You think a lot and look at this poor boy who you Love so much. “Yoosung… I don’t… I don’t remember the dream, so I can’t tell you for sure what was that about, but I can tell you this: I love you, ok? Only you! I had a meeting with Jaehee yesterday concerning the party, so maybe that got stuck in my subconcious, idk, but it’s just a dream, it meant nothing, i don’t even remember it! I love you! And there’s no dream who can take me away from the reality we two are starting to build togeher.”

-“So… so… you’re not leaving?” you can’t hold a little chuckle. “Well, I’m leaving for work soon, but I’ll be back at night. And… (you come close to him in a very suggestive way) when I come home… I’m gonna give you a lot to dream about me… will you do the same for me?”

-Poor boy can’t find his words and only answers with a nod, a mix of relieve and excitement cross his face with a red blush. You laugh and give him a little kiss, you Love this dork so much.

Zen

- “Jumin… hmmm… ah… Ju-Jumin…”

-Although you only repeat his name and some mumblings, he knows what’s going on, ok? He saw you make this face with him a thousand times, and now you’re doing it while dreaming with another man, no, not Just another man, that jerk!

-He wants to wake you up, ask you if you’re hidind something, hell, he even thinks about calling Jumin.

-And he was really about to, when he hears your sleepy voice again: “Jumin… keep it up with Zen… ahh… do it like he is doing it… hummm… yes you both…”

-SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT DAFUCK IS HAPPENING???? SHE’S DREAMING ABOUT A THREEWAY? WHOAAAA

- He is lost. He’s even shaking a little and blushing hard! You’re really into stuff like that? He did not see that coming…

-In the morning, he’s urging to ask you, he’s trying to trace some guilt or embarassing in your face, but there’s nothing! Is this… fantasy… so normal to you? How long have you been thinking about that?

-You notice him staring at you, you try to ignore it, but damn… those red eyes peering through your soul… “What’s wrong, babe?”

- “Babe… you know how much I hate Jumin Han, right?” you nod, preparing for some outbust about something Jumin did lately. “Maybe that’s why it got on your head? I don’t really undestand how dreams work… no, this has nothing to do with me, this is about you! Babe, you know all I want is your hapiness and make all your dreams come true, right? So… if that’s really what you want, I’ll… pull it off! I’ll be a good actor and pretend I’m enjoying it for you, so… call Jumin, set a date, I’ll be ready!”

-“ Set a date for what?” a lot o f things he said didn’t make sense, so you decided to begin with the date. “You… you really gonna make me say it? For… for… for the threesome…” You gasp in shock. “WTF, WHAT THREESOME?”

-You two stare at each other very puzzled. “The… threesome… with… Jumin… in your… dream?”. You stop and think, you have a vague memory of a brunette man in your dream, but don’t recall any details… and Zen was there too… OH SHIT!

- “Zen… I… I’m not sure about what I dreamed of, but… I don’t want a threesome… at least not now and… definitely not with Jumin…” “But the dream…” “It was that, just a lame dream, i barely remember it.Here’s the thing: I love you and I’m really touched you would do anything to fullfill my… pleasures, but I would never make you do something you’d be uncomfortable just for my happiness, I would never be that selfish to you.”

- “But babe, maybe it is something you wanna do? Ok, not with Jumin, but… it’s your subconcious anyhow.” “And we can think this through, eventually, but… for now… I want to share the bed with just one hot, handsome, gentle lover” you come close to him and sit in his lap. “And I hope i’m enough for you too?”

- “You’re more than enough, you’re just… perfect!” your eyes meet his while you rub his shoulders, he laughs: “You know… in the dream, you ‘re asking that jerk to keep it up with what I was doing.” “Really? I wonder what you were doing then…” “Wanna trry to find out?”

-And then, you two went to the bedroom, Zen called the director telling he would be late for work and you… had to call Jumin to postpone your meeting about the party. Oh well…

Jaehee

-She has a light sleep, so she woke up pretty fast when she saw you toss a lot in the bed and mumble something.

- “Seven… meow for me… louder…ahh…” you tossed again and hugged her. “I want to see Seven shirtless… I… want to see his belly button…”

-She wasn’t shocked, she was just a little confused. Meow for you? See his belly Button? Is this really a wet dream? If it is… is pretty funny and you have a very peculiar taste.

-So, to her, it was no big deal to ask you in the morning while you were having breakfast. You looked at her very confused, she laughed because you made the same face she probably made when she heard you. You didn’t remember the dream, well, you remembered a very lousy cat with red fur in your dream… and the cat wore glasses like Seven’s… WUT?”

-You two spend a good part of the day trying to figure out what the dream meant, you even googled “dream interpretation” and then you two called Seven to see if he was fine, because… well… you never know.

- She was too confident to worry about a weird dream. She knew you and Seven were friends and he was probably not your type of men. I mean… IF you weren’t with her, you’d probably want to be with a guy like Zen, right? A guy like Seven…? He isn’t strong, right? Does he even has muscles? Shit… now she wants to see Seven shirtless too.

Jumin

-He was staring at you and every move you made since you woke up that morning. Nothing different in your face, why weren’t you embarassed like he was?

- Your sleepy voice last night still echoes in his head. “Zen… Z-Zen… now do it on Jumin and I’ll watch… yes you guys look so good…hmmmm”

-He was perplexed  and maybe a little offended. Of all the men in the world, you had to dream about Zen, and one thing is having a threesome with him and the two guys giving all their attention to you, but you… watching… while… they… ugh, too disturbing for his mind.

- You two already discussed about a ménage (you suggest something like this on a call in his route, right?), you’ve already decided that the third person will definitelly be a man, he wasn’t really attracted to any other woman than you, anyway.

-But you never really talked about who that man would be. Some of his employees? Some gigolo? SOMEONE IN THE RFA? He hated that Idea, but apparently you didn’t, and you wanted Zen, ugh…

- “Penny for your thoughts?” you ask him playfully. “Nothing… it’s just… I’m always amused when I watch you sleep, you always manage to surprise me with your… mumbling.”

-“Really? What did I say that was so fascinating?” he was still learning to detect your emotions, and right now you were definitelly not being sarcastic, you were really curious.

-“Oh… so you don’t remember?” you nod negativelly. “Oh… so it’s not worth metioning, forget it”

-“No, come on! If it wasn’t worthy, you wouldn’t look  so thrilled right now! Tell me… was I naughty?”

- He raised his eyebrows and sighed heavily. “Yes… very…”

- “Oh… you’re gonna have to punish me for it?” whoa, what were you doing?

-“Hmm… sure, I guess. But…”

-“But? What hapenned to my assertive daddy? There’s no ‘but’ when you have to punish me!” You sit in his lap and tangle your fingers in his hair. “If I was naughty, you have to punish me. Yes or no?”

-“Yes, but… MC… I…” you planted kisses in his ear, that was his weak spot. “Kitten… you… you shoudn’t tease me like that…”

- “Daddy, what can I do? I can’t help being so naughty! You have to show me how to be a good girl!”

- “Oh, to hell with it!” he grabs you by the waist, you tangle your legs in his waist as you’re dragged to the bedroom and wink to a very confused Elizabeth the 3rd.

-You actually remember the dream , but don’t want make  a big fuss about it. However, you know your husband very well, you don’t want him to feel insecure about the way you see him, Eventually, you’ll have to talk about it, but now… you decided to give him this little treat and remind him who’s in charge around here. Zen who?

Saeyoung

-You fell asleep on him while he was working in his computer. He hated how sometimes that was the only way you two could be close due to his job, but… seeing you so peaceful enjoying the warmth of his body wasn’t bad at all.

-Untill you started mumbling: “Who’s a good boy? Hmmm… Yes… Yoosung is a good boy… Yoosung is my puppy, now my puppy has to lick…”

-He looked at you shocked, but he didn’t want to wake you up, so he muffled a laugh. You continued your very kinky dirty talking and he stopped working just to listen. He recorded a few parts with his phone, trying not to laugh (and lowkey a little turned on, because your moans were hot)

- He wasn’t really worried, he saw the chatroom earlier and remembered you and Yoosung talking about animals, maybe your subconcious messed those inormations in your head.

-Besides, you two played “Fuck. Marry. Kill” about the RFA members once and you never said you would fuck Yoosung, so he wasn’t really feeling threatened.

-But that doesn’t mean he was gonna let you get away with that

-First thing in the morning, he showed you the recording, you were a blushing mess. You were flustered and stuttered a lot of apologies, he said it was no big deal.

- Then he told you to dress up because you two were heading somewhere, he said it was a surprise.

-You could not believe that son of a bitch when you arrived at the vet clinic where Yoosung was interning, you just want to bury your head in the ground when you saw Yoosung treating a little puppy.

-You two made Yoosung company the entire morning, your face was hot and red most of the time, then you three lunched together. Seven asked Yoosung to pick some napkins, and when he did, Seven said: “Thx Yoosung, you’re such a good boy! MC, don’t you think Yoosung is a very good boy?”

-I’m gonna fucking kill you.

-Yoosung was very lost, poor thing

-When you two came home, you didn’t want to look in his face. “Oh, MC, come on! It’s no biggie! Come here, we can talk about it if you want”

-“GO AWAY!” you yelled at him and closed your bedroom door. It took the whole day for you to forgive him, he sereneaded to you, made the robot cat tell you how sorry he was, and finally bribed you with HBC and Dr Pepper. Well, at least you let him sleep with you in the same bed.

- At night, he apologized for real, he couldn’t resist teasing you, but he would never do it againg now that he knew how unconfortable you were, he never wanted to make you feel unhappy.

-You forgave him and kissed him a lot, whick quickly escalated to a make-out session. “You know, i’m more the kitty type and i’m not Yoosung, but I’ll do my best to…” Your rolled your eyes and pushed him to your crotch, you found a great way to keep his mouth busy.

- I mean, a really really great way.

Saeran

- You two fell asleep cuddling in the couch during a horrror movie, he woke up hearing your voice, thinking you were talking to him

- He didn’t even catch the name, he just heard it was not his name, and he was PISSED

-But you didn’t notice and kept sleeping and mumbling some dirty things and, to stop you, he pushed you off the couch

-You yelled when you hit the ground. “WTF SAERAN? WHY YOU DID THAT FOR?”

- He pretended it was no big deal. “You were having a nightmare, you’re welcome”

- You were still a little lost due to the fall. “A nightmare?”

- “Yeah, totally sounded like a nightmare, at least”

-“Oh… really? I can’t really remember…”

-“Good, so no reason to keep thinking about it”

-“Okay… I guess” you got up and were heading to the kitchen, he grabbed your hand and pinned you under him in the couch

- “Not too fast, princess. I’m gonna give you something to make you dream awake.”



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“I love you.”

It’s been floating around the room for a while now, and Isak stares at Even, awestruck. Isak felt like his chest was burning, or exploding, or first it burned down and then it exploded, he wasn’t really sure, but his world was turned upside down suddenly. Sure, Even said- wrote- it before, but hearing it. Hearing it is a whole nother level of crazy.

Crazy beautiful. Life with Even was crazy beautiful in the best way.

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“Why are we fighting about this now?” Harry asked and sat up. He ran a hand through his hair and Sophia could tell he was as frustrated as she was.

“I don’t know,” Sophia said. “Maybe we should just go to sleep and talk about it tomorrow.”

“I think we should talk about it now. It’s not good to go to bed angry,” Harry said, his voice small.

“I’m not angry, I’m just… a little pissed off.”

“That’s the same thing.”

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Stuff from the Be More Chill TalkBack Event at Exit82 Theater on November 12, 2017

> When asked what is their favorite number to perform:

Ryan Everett Wood AKA Michael Mell Revival Cast: Smartphone Hour

Sal Pavia AKA The Squip Revival Cast: Halloween Party (he says even though he’s not actually in the scene he always jams to it backstage)

Matt Dalton AKA Jeremy Heere Revival Cast: More Than Survive

Katie Ladner AKA Jenna Rolan Original Cast: said her favorite song to perform herself is Michael In The Bathroom. (George jokingly got up and started to walk off stage)

Katlyn Carlson AKA Chloe Valentine Original Cast: Do You Wanna Ride, singing together with Brooke

Stephanie Hsu AKA Christine Canigula Original Cast: I Love Play Rehearsal, because she loves getting to be so weird. She actually gets too excited when performing that song and has to remember to tone it down because one time while doing it she choked on spit (George: Gross!)

George Salazar AKA Michael Mell Original Cast: Michael In The Bathroom

Joe Iconis: Fav song he wrote is Smartphone Hour. He always enjoys it when he hears it.


> Joe wrote A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into SUPER late, once they were already rehearsing at Two River Theater. They originally had some sort of I Love Play Rehearsal Reprise there, but the scene was still dragging - then one day he ran out of the room to write GTIKBI and it was gr8. (As a personal note, I remember seeing an I Love Play Rehearsal Reprise sung by Squipped!Christine in that practice script that was released instead of her actual Guy I’d Kinda Be Into Reprise and I guess now we know why!)


> Katie was given Jenna’s lines from Smartphone Hour to read when she was going in for the audition, but she didn’t know it was a song, so she was just like “…what the fuck??” Then she decided she’d play it as weirdly as possible in the audition and it would either be great or backfire spectacularly. Obviously things ended up working out well.

Katlyn went to her audition for Chloe dressed like a “noveau cheerleader cat lady”


> When practicing for the show and when everyone was building their parts, George devoted a lot of work to building a great friendship with Will that could then translate to Michael and Jeremy. (It’s called acting, George. :P)


> Ryan said he really loves playing Michael because he sees Michael in himself, because Michael is so relatable and that’s why everyone loves him because everyone relates to him (”and also they all love him because of this fucking guy,” he says, reaching towards George, who laughs as meanwhile 60% of the fangirls in the room swoon from the brilliance of his smile)

Ryan also says that he’s so honored to be a part of this production, because he is such a huge fan of the show and is in constant awe of the original team and is constantly freaking out just being in their presence - “Even little things, like, I die every time at ‘You shop here?’ [Stephanie and Katie are fake bowing down to Katlyn as Ryan hides his face from her] I can’t even look at you right now!”


> Who would your Squip look like? Not your character: yours.

Joe: Either Stephen Sondheim, Martin Scorsese, or Kermit the Frog

George: Danny Devito

Stephanie: “I mean, like, ‘Yes Beyonce!’ but in reality the truth is… A Tree.” (Katie: She would smell like essential oils constantly)

Katlyn: Initially said Steve Martin from the 70s, a couple questions later changed her answer to Gwen Stephani

Katie: A fusion between Clarissa from Clarissa explains it all and Melissa McCarthy

Ryan: Either Tina Fey or the Grinch

Sal: Was thinking originally Alec Baldwin circa 30 Rock, but then would transform into his mother

Matt: Shaggy from Scooby Doo



> Joe was asked who would he be in BMC - he said if it was actually just him in that world he’d be Jeremy, but if it was him as an actor able to play anyone he wants, he’d be Chloe



> If you could play anyone else who would it be?

Matt: The Squip

Sal: Brooke

Ryan: Brooke

Katie: (”But I love Jenna!! If I had to be someone else, I’d be the girl version of Michael. Mikayla In The Bathroom.”)

Katlyn: 100% Rich.

Stephanie: Would play in the band

George: Christine (”and btw guys, I’ll be singing some Christine at 54 Below this spring!”)

I believe it was the Exit82 Musical Director Chris Sabol: Mr. Reyes



> Ryan and George were asked how they felt about playing a character who has come to represent to LGBTQ+ community.

Ryan said that as a member of the community himself he’s so glad that this exists for people and that it’s always so amazing to meet young people at the stage door saying thank you to Michael for representing who we are.

George told a story about how a couple of weeks previously, his dad had called him, crying (”Dad what’s wrong who’s dead?!”), because when George was younger he was originally studying to be a doctor, and his parents were like “but! Doctor!!” when he switched to acting, He said when he told them he wanted to switch he said that he wanted to help people in that way, to give them an escape for an hour or two, etc. and his dad was kind of like “…but as a doctor you would help people! You would literally be saving lives!!” George said that they didn’t fully understand, but that at that time a couple of weeks ago his dad went through a box George had sent to his mom for her fanart scrapbook project or something: the box was full of a whole bunch of fanart and letters from young people who had written thanking George because they had been going through a really hard time and some of them were suicidal, and then they found BMC and it saved them, and then his dad called him up because he hadn’t understood before how important this was.

Korotan D: English Translation of Chapter 4 

Here’s chapter 4 of Korotan D, aka the return of the ship-teasing! There’s even an actual boat! This chapter will make Karumana fans very happy. Nagikae fans, too, but you may find Nagisa’s denseness a little bit agonizing (you’ll see what I mean) ^^;

That being said, Nagisa and Karma are simply doing what they do best (being ‘positive’ and being a ‘prankster’, respectively) and being great friends in general, so if you’re not a fan of the ships but are a fan of the characters, I’m sure you’ll find this chapter enjoyable as well!

Maehara and Okano get a lot of time together as well. We also see some Yada, Kanzaki, Hara, and more Okajima!

Chapter 4 - Temptation Time

When shooting a film, only a little bit of time is spent with the camera actually rolling, as most of the time is spent on preparations. One must patiently wait for the actors and setting to be arranged, and sometimes it’s imperative that one concentrate on one’s acting in order to make a shot last for only a few seconds.

Preparing for the possibility that filming will resume shortly, Kayano was outside her trailer and rereading the script.

“Haruna, you wanna go take a break in my trailer?”

Jerome said from behind. Kayano responded with a smile,

“No, I’m alright. If I return to a cool trailer, my senses will go all out of order, so I’m staying outside.”

“You’re so serious. You need to relax more.”

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Request:  Hiii so I know you write mostly Sam and you claim you don’t write Jared, but would you be willing to write a Jared story? I want to request: Imagine filming a sex scene with Jared. And maybe he gets really into it, which isn’t in the script, but you can obviously take it wherever your heart desires. -@impalaimagining

Jared x Female Reader

Summary: Filming a love scene with Jared is a little more than you bargained for. 

Warnings: This is what I would consider smut adjacent, nothing too graphic.

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: Beta’d by the always amazing @elliewinchesterr

Possibly part one of two, I’m always skittish when I write Jared. 




“How do those feel?” Tabitha, your wardrobe assistant, gestures to the round flesh colored stickers covering your nipples.

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Everything you need to know about Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812!

Lately I have been totally obsessed with a Broadway musical called Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812. I finally convinced one of my best friends to take a listen to the soundtrack, but I wanted her to fully get a feel for the show before she did. It can be confusing, especially because it’s sung through (like Rent and Hamilton) and because it can be a struggle to grasp the musical concepts the first time you listen to it. So I figured I would post this so that anyone who wouldn’t have the chance to see the show or who didn’t have a ton of Broadway background knowledge would still be able to enjoy this soundtrack! 

Disclaimer: This post is going to be exactly the opposite of spoiler free. 

Why you should listen to Great Comet:

  • It had the most Tony nominations out of all of the Broadway shows this year (12!)
  • The director is a Jewish female.
  • Three women have played Natasha, all of whom are women of color.
  • The actors are all relatively new to Broadway— this is their big break, for many of them. And they kill it.
  • The ensemble won two awards for best ensemble, which isn’t surprising because the energy is insane. They got the ACCA Award for Outstanding Broadway Chorus, and the Chita Rivera Award for Dance and Choreography. 
  • It’s a weird, complex, smart, insane, energetic, fascinating piece of work.
  • This is a once-in-a-lifetime musical when you see it in person. The soundtrack gives you insight into why that is.
  • If you want to get a vibe for the energy and chaos and insanity, watch the Tony performance! “The Abduction” is featured in here, and it’s my favorite part of the musical. “Balaga” into “The Abduction” fucking slay.

The Set-Up:

Before we go into the plot, I’m going to tell you a little bit about the set-up of the show, because, honestly, the plot is the least important part, in my opinion.

When you walk into the theater, the first thing you hear is the strains of loud Russian music wafting towards you. Although the entire show doesn’t sound like this, it is really good at getting you into the mode of that classic Russian music. A lot of the exposition is written in that style. Personal character songs/moments are more stylistically pop, hip-hop, musical theater, soulful, etc.

Great Comet started off, essentially, as dinner theater. As such, the production is in the round. There’s audience members sitting in seats along the stage. They get to be up-close with the actors (sometimes the actors do interact with you, but it’s not cheesy, cross my heart. I hesitate to tell people that because they usually write it off immediately but TRUST ME, I’M INCREDIBLY JUDGEMENTAL. They don’t talk to you or anything, they just play off of your reactions at specific moments for comedy. Oh, and they yell at you in Russian if you’re filming them. Which… fair.) There’s also ten or so people sitting quite literally on stage at tables, in the midst of the action, as well as people sitting directly next to the pit, which is very small and visible in center stage.

Then you can sit in orchestra, mezzanine, and rear mezzanine. In orchestra, you have something like a catwalk curving through the audience. You will get people dancing right next to you all the time, followin’ dat yellow brick road. The distinction between the mezzanine and the rear mezzanine is that there’s a little, mini “stage” (more like a box) set up for the ensemble to dance on. They’re up there basically 75% of the show (as well as onstage. They’re all over the place all the time. Directing this musical must have been a goddamn nightmare.)

(Note: Any seat in the theater is partial view. You’re not going to be able to see the people on the catwalk from the rear mezzanine. You won’t be able to see the people dancing up on the rear mezzanine from the orchestra. It’s a trade off. Just for some perspective of the theater!)

Another beautiful thing about the theatre is the lights. They’re all around the entire auditorium, so no matter where you’re sitting, you’ll probably have these beautiful, small yellow lights next to you that look like stars. They move up and down (physically, not in brightness, although obviously that happens too) throughout the show, so that sometimes you feel like you’re standing out in the night with the characters, looking up at the stars that they are gazing at.

A really cool, small touch is that there are little round tables with these lovely purple lamps on them that glow up and down with the lighting. Which, by the way, is tremendous. The lighting design is ridiculous. But so is the set design! There’s little posters of Russian historical figures all around the theater. 

The Pit:

Remember how I said the pit appears to be small? The reason for that is threefold:

  1. Actors frequently play instruments. You’ll see an ensemble member in combat boots, a plaid skirt, a tight jacket, and a giant-ass clarinet. Anatole plays the violin. You’ll also see cast members coming out to beat a drum or something to that effect. (The show is super meta, but we’ll get to that later.)
  2. The pit also has to be small because Pierre spends most of the show chilling down there, reading his books at his desk. Sometimes he plays the piano or the accordion or little symbols or, you know, a little bell. He’s just chilling. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  3. I have slightly lied to you because technically the pit is NOT that small— it’s just that not everybody can always see them because the musicians are spread around the theater. When they were in rehearsals, the director and music director and writer of the show sat all around the theater to listen and found that spreading the orchestra around the theater meant that each person sort of heard something unique. Obviously when you’re in the rear mezzanine, you’ve got musicians that are closer to you than the people sitting orchestra do, a vice versa. Therefore, you hear the arrangements differently. It’s very beautiful.

Plot:

Now that that’s out of the way.

Great Comet actually has very little to do with the actual comet (sorry, science nerds.) Actually, the part of the title that you want to pay attention to is the names at the top— Natasha and Pierre. Spoilers: these characters actually don’t interact in the context of the show until the second to last scene. But they symbolize enormous turning points in each other’s lives, which is why I think they’re the title. Natasha is the start of the show (she’s the first character you’re introduced to.) She is also the start of Pierre’s ending shifting into something new. Which I’m not going into right now, but just know that the fate of Pierre’s heart is tied to Natasha’s heart.

Natasha is a young girl visiting her godmother in the wildly social site of Moscow, Russia during the war. She and her cousin are staying with Marya D. while they wait for their fiancés to return from aforementioned war. Over the course of the story, Natasha (naïve, innocent, lovely Natasha) becomes seduced by both the Russian society and by its most handsome playboy— Anatole.

Antonole is like… he’s like a 19th Century Russian fuckboi. He’s like… oh my god, he’s 19th century Chuck Bass. Natasha is season one Jenny. Sonya is Vanessa. Helene is Blair. PIERRE IS BLAIR’S SHORT JEWISH STEP-DAD. This is an amazing analogy.

Characters

Now that you have some backstory, let’s talk about the characters! Most of what you need to know about them can be found in the first song— the prologue (or, for the full version without acting): This is all in your program, you are at the opera. Gonna have to study up a little bit if you wanna keep with the plot. Cuz it’s a complicated Russian novel, everybody’s got nine different names. So look it up in your program, we appreciate it, thanks a lot.

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I just read some opinions here on tumblr about thor: ragnarok, describing it as the worst thor movie, saying that thor and loki were totally ooc and that they should have potraited loki much more like a hero than they actually did (and that it should have been a love interest for him too) and i’m like WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT???? SERIOUSLY????

Let’s just talk about this for a moment: Thor movies have always been sooooo serious. I mean, except for some sporadic scenes, these movies were not made to make you laugh, and that was ok, nobody was disapponted by this fact.
We had Thor 1: they just presented the characters and gave us a much more introspective view of them because, y’know, we didn’t know them at the time.
I really like every scene with Loki in Thor 1 because he’s living the main struggle of the entire story of the character (the fact that he’s not a real son of Odin) but i always skip every part on Midgard because i found unbelievable that a week with jane could have been enough to change Thor’s view of… well, everything.

Then we have Thor TDW: for me this movie was like a REALLY BIG FILLER. Again, main story was really boring, Loki actually saved the plot of the movie because nobody really cared about Jane’s safety or Malekith in general.
And i think, at this point, we were all ready for some comedy in Thor movies.
I mean, you can’t always make a drama out of Asgard prophecies.

Then we have Thor Ragnarok.
And i want to say THANK GOD WE HAVE THOR RAGNAROK.
BECAUSE I COULDN’T HAVE STAND ANOTHER FUCKING PLOT FULL OF DRAMA.
You’re upsetting about Loki being too soft when he’s in Odin’s disguise? IT’S BEEN TWO YEARS, BUDDY. HE’S BEEN ODIN FOR TWO YEARS OF COURSE HE’S LETTING HIS GUARD LOW. Loki risked his life sooooo many times, i think he just wanted to have a land to rule on without thinking about war or stuff like this, he just wanted to be a king and he wanted to be served, respected and treated like a king, nothing more than that.
You’re upsetting about Thor being smarter than he usually is? PEOPLE CHANGE, PEOPLE GROW AND EVEN FICTIONAL CHARACTERS BECOME WISER WITH TIME. It’s called “character development”. Why do you want a stupid Thor forever? What did he do to deserve this kind of treatment??
You’re upsetting about Loki not been represented as a hero? well, HE’S NOT. AND HE WILL NEVER BE. AND THAT’S TOTALLY FINE, HE’S THE GOD OF MISCHIEF!
And, seriously, i don’t wanna see him as a hero, THAT WOULD BE TOTALLY OOC, neither i want a love interest for him. It’s not necessary. At all.

Then, you’re upsetting about Thor Ragnarok being too much like a comedy than like a real superhero movie? WHY? WHY CAN’T WE HAVE BOTH? I mean, we had fights, drama and a lot of comedy moments in this movie. Everything was well balanced.
Please be honest, how can a director represent a HUGE DISASTER like the Ragnarok without lighten up a little bit? We’re talking about the end of a kingdom, every character should have been dead now, if we want to follow the main story.

In my opinion, Taika did an awesome job on this movie.
He gave us good protagonists, good side characters, a good story and a good ending. He’s a comedy movie director and he made his job.
People tents to idealize Loki too much.
He’s a total loser and you should love him just the way he is:
a huge, overdramatic diva.
Not so different from the Avengers Loki, the one you all felt in love with in 2012.

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Okieriete Onoadowan x Reader 

Steph’s Note: Guys, it happened!! I’m so excited to share this fic with you guys! I still can’t believe I was lucky enough to collab with Ren for my first collab and I am so excited about sharing this with you guys! I am so happy with how this fic turned out and we hope you love it as much as we do! 

Ren’s Note: @alexanderhamllton This is a long time coming, you guys, my first collab with Steph! I am so happy at how this fic turned out, writing for Oak is always really fun to me and being able to do it with Steph was such a bonus! We really hope you enjoy boxer!reader and oak because we certainly do <3

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“You won’t believe who is here to train this morning!” Betty’s voice was a little bit above a whisper as you walked into the gym you went everyday.

“Good morning to you too, B.”

“I’m serious! Do you know how Broadway is producing a musical based on Rocky right?” You nodded. “Well, the cast decided to train here!”  You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her excitement. “What?”

“You’re boy-crazy, Betty. You have a problem.” You answered, taking a sip from your water bottle. “I have a heavy training today, wish me luck!”

“Ha-ha. You’re so funny.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t you wanna know their routine?”

You roll your eyes as you start to stretch your neck. “I don’t have time to worry about what boys are here training” you explain.

“They aren’t just boys, they are hot Broadway actors!” She whispered, her eyes moving from you to the sound behind your back. “Look at them, they’re like sculpted or something!”

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Bob Morley Imagine: Get To Know Me (Part 1)

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Summary: Reader, famous singer, hooks up with Bob on Lindsey’s birthday party. Then she gets a role on The 100 and is nervous about seeing him again but everything goes better than she expected.

Word Count: 1808


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I took a deep breath as I had parked my car into a parking spot for actors. Today one of my biggest dreams was going to become a reality.

Even though I would always be mainly a singer I had always wanted to try acting. So once I had gotten an opportunity to be casted in my favorite tv show, The 100, I had immediately agreed without hesitation. I had been more than eager to become a part of such amazing show and the fact that I would be able to work with my good friend Lindsey was just a bonus.

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First things first- I’m not a native English speaker, I suck hard at grammar and some additional things and -you know.. I’m a bit shaky articulating myself - read with this warning in mind and have fun!

Some time ago I happened to catch an episode of Flapjack on TV. Each time I see it I get more impressed by this show– each time it seems wilder and more vibrant than the last time – just the finest breed of unpredictable. And maaaan I love the location of this show. This filthy, moldy, contagious harbor, isolated in the eye of the dead sea but containing so much bursting life in its small belly. God I love the possibilities of this place – its so fun how it expands and shrinks according to the story, almost as if its it own independent character, it’s silent but it moves and talks and reacts and breathes. This makes it feel so much bigger and exiting – I could gawk  at this gorgeous art design forever, and I probably will, but I got caught of guard and distracted by the the end credits for a moment-

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