Hi! How do you think Yvonne would do as Serena Joy in The Handmaid's Tale? What do you think are her strengths and weaknesses as an actress? Thanks!
She is going to absolutely crush it in the best way. Serena Joy is one of the most fascinating villains ever written, and Yvonne has proven she’s more than capable of digging deep into roles and working with the layers of the character. I’ve said it before, but she is so good with her face. I mean, it’s a really nice face, but she does WONDERS with it.
While the writing for Sarah was great, the character never would’ve meant as much as she does to so many of us if Yvonne Strahovski hadn’t been cast. Because the smallest look conveys so damn much. In split second moments. And you just feel EVERYTHING. That stuff isn’t taught. She’s just incredibly talented. A little pinch of her mouth, downcast eyes, nostril flare… all so perfectly executed.
And what she did with Hannah McKay was phenomenal, too. She was only given one and a half seasons in Dexter, and she made Hannah the most fascinating and nuanced character in the show.
Astronaut’s Wives’s Club, she was amazing. The best.
The thing about Serena Joy is that while she’s the villain, she’s just as impacted by this terrible society. At all levels, there’s oppression. Even for the wealthy wife of a high-ranking official, a woman who supported the rise of this society that makes women’s bodies into baby farms and takes away their personhood, their names, etc. She suffers, too. So Yvonne is going to have to make us absolutely despise her, hate her so so so so much……..while also giving us a glimpse into the constant unhappiness and self-hatred she feels while no one’s looking. That’s not to say Serena Joy gets a pass. But those levels of hatred and pity are going to be crucial to making that character work, and nobody can do that like Yvonne, in my opinion.
It’s going to be amazing. We’re going to basically get to watch her slowly crumble, all while putting on this facade of power and grace. And I cannot WAIT to see it.
Honestly, I have yet to see a weakness in Yvonne’s acting. Granted, I didn’t much like I, Frankenstein but that was mostly because Aaron Eckhart is annoying and the writing was subpar.
It’s going to be so hard to watch The Handmaid’s Tale because it’s such a ROUGH story. It just hurts on every level. But Offred’s struggle is essentially one of perseverance in the face of that struggle, so it will be important to take that to heart, especially in our current climate in the US and in Europe right now.
Basically, Yvonne is going to do some miraculous GREAT things in The Handmaid’s Tale and I cannot WAIT to watch it all unfold. Keep your eye on The Nerd Machine, though, because I’ll be recapping each episode as it comes out!
Can you write something with these, and prove Zen wrong for the second one ;^)
*CONTAINS SPOILERS* for the Mystic Messenger April Fools day update.
-Zen lays down on the couch and tries to take a nap after eating the cat food.
-he tries his hardest not to think about the fact that the cat food he just ate might not even meant for humans.
-he can feel his stomach churning as it attempts to digest the ‘nutritional’ snack.
-even though a while has passed since he’s eaten it, it still feels like a rock in his stomach.
-“oh god…what if the cat food really isn’t meant to be consumed by humans. What if Jumin actually poisoned me? What if I have to get my stomach pumped? What if I have an allergic reaction? Should I call Jeahee? What could she do to help?”
-all these thoughts go though his mind as he lays on the couch tossing and turning.
-“wait, didn’t that trust fund kid say something about eating it himself? Was he joking? Does he even know how to joke?”
-an air bubble escapes his mouth and Zen burps loudly.
-“this is the end, isn’t it? To be poisoned on my birthday, what a tragic fate. Maybe I should call up my old friends and say goodbye. No, they would probably just think I was pulling some April Fools joke on them.”
-another air bubble escapes and he burps wetly. The taste of tuna returns and nearly makes him gag. He jumps up and runs to the kitchen sink for a glass of water. The water doesn’t remove the taste. Zen runs to the bathroom and brushes his teeth madly. Bushing helps remove the taste but he’s still left with the nauseating feeling of cat food churning in his stomach.
-he lays on the couch with a sigh and rubs circles around his stomach. “Honestly I didn’t think this birthday could possibly be any worse than all the others.”
-he feels another air bubble traveling up throat and as he lets it out, he feels hot liquid trying to escape. Zen covers his mouth with his hand and swallows down the thick liquid threatening to make a reappearance.
-“no no no- please don’t be sick. I’ve made it three whole birthdays without an incident.”
-although he tries his hardest to keep it down, his stomach keep rebelling against him.
-he rolls over with nausea and clutches his stomach, once again swallowing the liquid that doesn’t seem to want to say down.
-“how long will this go on? Will I even get to celebrate my birthday? At this rate I won’t even be able to have cake-”
-The thought of cake only makes Zen’s stomach flip. The idea of a mixture of birthday cake and cat food sitting in his gut makes him retch.
-His eyes water and he sits up, leaning forward and panting. “Is it even worth it to sit here suffering like this? This could go on for hours! No-” Zen sighs and lets his head fall.
-“after such a good streak that jerk has to go and ruin it by poisoning me? Honestly I have the worst luck.”
-Zen stifles a burp into his fist and sighs. “I guess you win Jumin.” He says to the celling.
-he grabs a few beers from the fridge and sits on the couch with a bowl in his lap.
-“nobody said I couldn’t make the most of this situation.” He decides.
-he rests his feet on the coffee table and turns on the tv. “Happy birthday to me.” He holds up the beer and starts chugging it.
-he finishes off the whole can and crushes it in his hand with a loud sigh.
-he only has to wait a moment before he burps loudly and the foul taste of tuna assaults his mouth and nose.
-Zen gags and jerks forward quickly as he feels a wet air bubble escape.
-he moans and nurses his bloated stomach. Hiccuping, as his stomach muscles flex and the next thing he feels is his stomach contents shooting up his esophagus.
-another air bubble escapes and Zen heaves loudly over the bowl. He comes up for breath and in a panic, runs to the bathroom sink.
-he leans over it panting unevenly and gags again. This time the foul liquid churning agonizingly in his stomach shoots out of his mouth and into the sink. His stomach muscles continue to flex and he heaves a second mouthful out.
-running the tap he stands leaning over the sink. “I just wanted one birthday where everything didn’t go wrong. Is that too much to ask for?”
Percy makes friends at a college party, but her intentions aren’t what he expects.
“Oh, thanks!” Percy smiles as the girl - Cassie? Casey? He thinks it’s Cassie, but the music was so loud when she introduced herself he couldn’t quite hear - hands him a fresh cup. “Just Coke, right?”
“Yeah,” she says, matching his smile with her own. “Though I still don’t get why you’re not drinking.”
He tries to subtly sniff the drink before taking a sip, just to be sure. It smells okay. “Not a fan,” he says by way of explanation, taking a small sip.
Cassie tags a swig from her own cup, gagging slightly as the vodka hits her throat. “Yeah,” she coughs, “I can - ah, I can understand that.”
He laughs, and she laughs too, and when Percy settles back against the wall she comes and stands next to him.
She nods out at the crowd and says, “So, what do you think of the party?”
“It’s pretty fun,” he says, which is mostly true. He’d prefer to be back in his dorm, snuggled up in bed with Netflix on in the background and Annabeth curled up beside him. But, as far as college parties go, he thinks this one is all right. The music isn’t terrible, at least. “Although, to be honest, I don’t have that much experience with parties so I’m probably not the best judge.”
Cassie turns to him with a knowing look. “I thought you were shy, hanging out by yourself over here with that brooding expression.”
“Brooding?” he says, lips quirking up.
“Well, you’re not brooding now. But you totally were before.”
Headcanon that James Potter DIDN'T ask Lily Evans out 50000000000000 times a day.
Because his parents raised him better than that. He may have been arrogant, but he wasn’t stupid.
His parents raised him to always treat ladies with respect. They taught him that no means no.
Headcanon that when James asked Lily out during Snape’s Worst Memory, that was the ONLY time he ever asked her out.
Headcanon that he only did it because Sirius made him.
Headcanon that after she said no, James backed off because if they were meant to be together, it would happen eventually.
Headcanon that when he and Lily finally started dating it was because LILY made the first move.
I am so sick and tired of this “James relentlessly pursued Lily for years” bullshit.
I mean, COME ON! Do you honestly think that Lily fucking Evans (who was most definitely a feminist) would’ve really agreed to go out with James if he had treated her that way (even if he did mature)
I’m not trying to say that James wasn’t an arrogant douche (because he definitely was), but stop making him out as some creepy stalker who treated Lily as some prize to be won rather than a human being.
I was scared of the idea of the Ring video getting uploaded to Youtube for about five seconds before I thought of it going viral and about a million people watching it and poor overworked Samara rushing from phone to phone trying to do her thing and eventually going corporate and hiring an entire office full of phone operators who field calls like it’s been seven days where are you and Samara crawls out of a laptop, kind of out of breath, looks back at what the other tab was and looks back at the dude she’s meant to be killing like really. You got the call seven days ago why are you watching that.
Maybe Samara invests in a more business appropriate wardrobe, or maybe her staff all wear long white dresses and bitch about the ridiculous work dress code. I keep tripping over it, says one, and another’s like well at least she hasn’t got us all wearing our hair long and full of pondweed.
He doesn’t really seem to actually know how any of the social media stuff works
Interviewer: Why don’t you follow anybody on Twitter Alex: What’s that? (He was so confused until they understood that she meant the band’s twitter)
And when he wanted to know what the AM twitter tweets but didn’t know how to ask and just
Alex: What does the Arctic Monkeys Twitter say, like…? Interviewer: It follows no one Alex: Does it say things, though? Does it… Interviewer: No, I just think it says “We’re a band” and “What’s up?” Alex: Right…
I’m just imagine that newt is sooo adorable and sooo cute that graves pray to every deity exist to have strength to not pin newt to wall and ravage the fuck out of it and queenie just go so red and basically like well shit, never thought graves could be like that…
There are certain… well, dangers isn’t quite the right word. But there are some things you might not quite expect when you’re young and you learn what it means that you can hear people’s voices in your head. There’s secrets you weren’t meant to overhear, little white lies you weren’t meant to see through, all the pleasantries that grease social life becoming meaningless and vague.
What a lovely dress dear becomes She doesn’t really think she’s pulled that off, does she? We must do this again sometime becomes I’d really rather not You have exactly the skills we’re looking for becomes How are her skills on her knees, that’s the important thing
Queenie gets very used to blocking people out, keeping her purposefully vapid smile fixed on her face, and responding only to what they say and never what they mean. It gets her a reputation, never said out loud, but broadcast across the thought waves where Queenie can hear just fine: Pretty doll; painted face, but empty headed inside. It’s fine. She gets used to it, learns to use it, even, and it’s a useful skill to be able to hide her reaction quite so well.
Like now, for example.
Queenie had always known that Graves was a different man inside his head to the carefully polished and serious demeanor he presented in public - Tina said he relaxed in the auror department, dropped the formal language, replaced the stiff mannerisms with an easy confidence. Queenie can hear something of that man in the running commentary in his head (and the way he can swear up a complete storm in his mind while accepting everything with calmness and grace on the surface). And yes, of course, she’d run into people thinking about their partners - even people thinking about her before, and she wasn’t a stranger to such things.
But. Wow. With Newt? That was. That was new.
Graves was nodding along perfectly intently at everything Tina said, but his mind was most definitely on other things. Newt, slouching against the wall and letting Pickett climb from hand to hand, had no idea - not that Queenie could tell, anyway - of the sheer level and complexity of feelings Graves had for his coat, ranging from it’s a very nice coat, look at the way it emphasises his shape to it would look so much better on the bedroom floor or I could push it down off his shoulders and leave it tangled around his arms, tie it to the bedpost and keep him there while I unbutton his shirt one torturous button at a time and –
Newt was thinking about the bowtruckle group in his case, and whether he’d need a second tree for them once the younger generation hit maturity. Queenie sidled closer and tried to concentrate on his thoughts, because Tina would notice if she started blushing out of nowhere.
I’m sure every young girl thinks this at some time or other, but my mother is really hard on me. I seem to disappoint her at every turn: with my behavior, my grades, my eating habits- anything you can name, really.
The biggest disappointment to her, however, are my looks; so far removed from her own blond, slender beauty. Though she doesn’t say it, I think she blames me for taking more after father. My unattractive looks are a constant reminder of his abandonment.
She has been talking about plastic surgery for me lately, but without much optimism. I’m far too young, for starters, but it’s more than that. I can read behind the lines of her weary shrug; how much could they really do, considering the subject? The knowledge stings, but it would be foolish to deny the truth of it.
Sometimes, when I’m feeling brave, I try to suggest that maybe I’m just meant to look the way I do. Her scolding lecture is always the same. “Beauty may be pain, darling, but it’s not as painful as the world’s punishment when you lack it!”
Her knock on my door wakes me from my musings, and I brace myself for the start of our morning ritual.
First come the contacts that sting my eyes terribly. Then the curling iron, forcing my coarse hair into submission. Makeup, applied lavishly. Nails, clipped and polished. Teeth brushed and filed.
Now comes the worst part. I grit my teeth in preparation for the familiar touch of the sharp, serrated knife on my back.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, it’s over. I’m breathless and dizzy from the pain, and barely feel her slipping the dress- carefully padded- over my shoulders and ruthlessly tightening the sash.
She steps back to examine the finished product, and I try to blink back the tears and smile, hoping this time she’ll like what she sees.
The tips of my sharp fangs have broken off and filed smooth. The crimson of my eyes is well concealed by the colored contacts, and of course, the leathery wings push that their way through my shoulder blades every night have been sawed down to bloody stumps.
“Good girl” she whispers in a moment of rare approval, carefully placing the pretty pink hair band over the horns that have been soldered down, but still manage to protrude through my elaborate hairdo.
She smiles encouragingly as she speaks the familiar words.
“Just remember: don’t be yourself today, and everyone will love you.”
I’m replaying all the routes and all I can see is how everyone is so mean with Jumin for no valid reason, except maybe for Jaehee because of her work but even then she really exaggerates with the hate, I can only feel sorry for him because he really doesn’t deserve it, especially from Zen, Zen is really mean and all his words are meant to hurt just because of his brother, something that has nothing to do with Jumin…
I just want to give him a lot of love because he’s a good man and totally misunderstood…
This whole thing, it was so stupid, and it made Annabeth feel stupid, and she wasn’t stupid, she was smart, gods damn it, so why couldn’t she do this? She should have been able to do this.
She only realised she was crying when a tear splashed on to the page of her textbook, blurring the black letters printed on the white page. That tear falling felt like conceding defeat, and soon enough she was crying in earnest, sobbing hard enough that the words became even less intelligible than they’d already been.
She put her head down on the book and let herself cry, feeling terribly stupid and sorry and frustrated. Her whole face felt hot, flushed with anger and annoyance - at this essay, at herself, at the fact that she was a daughter of the goddess of wisdom and she couldn’t seem to write a simple fucking essay.
When the door to her room opened she instinctively straightened, grabbing her dagger and spinning in her seat to face the intruder. When she saw who it was she immediately collapsed back onto the desk, face first, letting her dagger fall to the floor.
She heard Percy shut the door behind himself. There were a few soft footsteps, and then a gentle hand on her shaking shoulder and a quiet question. “Annabeth, hey, what’s up?”
Bellamy really cares about her so much. This is why all this time I’ve been hesitant to call his expression, during the “I loved her” scene, a look of jealousy because honestly I don’t think that was it at all. I think he was taken back by it yeah, but remember that Bellamy lost someone too. He knows how it feels and what it will do to you. He immediately understood how much that chip must have meant to Clarke, and he remembers how she freaked out over them trying to take it in season 3, and that’s why he looks to her as Roan holds up the chip. Because he’s concerned, he see’s the pain in her eyes and he doesn’t at all care that she loved someone else, all he wants is to make sure that she is okay. That’s complete unconditional selfless love right there.
I’ve been wanting to do a vector of Gen for months now and entirely meant to do a realistic portrait, but as I started work on the image, this is what evolved instead. I’m really happy with it! I think with the way her eyes are closed and her naturally full lips, worked well for a pop art piece. I think she looks lovely… and kind of like Wonder Woman!
off, let’s actually THINK about this, OK? If Qrow is Ruby’s father,
that means he and Summer had an affair while she was married to Taiyang.
Do you REALLY want that?
Secondly, Ruby does not
look like Qrow. She’s meant to be the perky goth character. Qrow has red
eyes and black hair, Ruby has silver eyes and red hair. We see Yang’s
eyes turn red, which, besides being for effect, shows she has the genes
that Qrow and Raven have, since she’s blood-related.
Qrow treats Ruby a little different because 1. She’s younger and more
naive than Yang, and 2. He knows how important Silver-Eyed Warriors are.
It’s a common fact that you will treat younger family members different
than older ones, ESPECIALLY if you’re an uncle. There’s also the fact
that he TRAINED her that comes to mind.
for the seemingly implied shaky relationship between Qrow and Taiyang,
let’s see, Tai’s daughter JUST woke up from however long she was
unconscious for, he wants to spend time with her, and Qrow comes in and
asks to talk to her alone. Tai even says “What, I can’t stay here?” That
is how a father acts.
As for the argument of “Well,
RT could be lying to us/could be misleading us” NO. For starters, they
haven’t lied about RWBY before. If there was a question they didn’t want
to answer, they made a joke about it or ignored it, such as with the
Facebook 2015 Q&A, when people asked if Ironwood was half robot due
to his glove. They said he was a big Michael Jackson fan, making a joke
out of it and not answering the question directly. Monty had already confirmed on twitter that Ruby and Yang are HALF-SISTERS. Not cousins.
is no reason for Qrow to be Ruby’s dad, nor is there proof. Taiyang
being her real father is fine as it is, and has no need or reason to
change for some stupid
Did anyone else find it strange how Regina didn’t even put up a fight when Henry was about to kill her? We all know she loves him and would never cause him harm, but we also know that she has magic. She could have done exactly what we saw Emma do in this scene and froze his sword or poofed it out of his hand… so why didn’t she? Is her self-destructive streak really that problematic? We all know how many times she has put herself in harm’s way or has challenged people to kill her. Did she decide in that moment to just give up? Did she think that she had failed Emma and was therefore worthy of death? In this case, I really don’t think so. So this is my reading…
We all saw how far Regina was willing to go to wake Emma up. She challenged her. Really challenged her- to the point of even threatening and then killing her parents. At this point, it seems she has done everything in her power to encourage Emma to find her strength and fight her- to be the saviour. And it doesn’t work. But this- this is her last-ditch effort. She takes it one step further and puts her own life on the line. “Why,” you ask? Good question! I have two possible theories:
1) Because deep down, Regina knows. She knows her feelings toward Emma and the strength it carries. And she believes in its power- that maybe Emma’s love for her, in whatever form it possesses, is just as strong. Strong enough to wake Emma up. Strong enough to save her life. So when Henry walks into the room and threatens to kill her, she doesn’t put up a fight, nor does she suddenly forget her magical abilities and cower, or even give up. No. Without a hint of hesitancy, she closes her eyes and extends her hands. She is ready.
But does she know for sure that it will work? Probably not. Who could? But she believes in Emma- so much that she’s willing to risk everything to bring her back. I guess you could call it an act of true love. So despite the writers’ efforts to throw us off the track and make us think this was entirely about Henry… well, they failed!
2) If you take a look at this meta, Emma starts to ‘wake up’ the very moment Regina tells Henry she won’t hurt him. You can see an instant switch in Emma’s expression as she starts to contemplate (she barely even notices when Henry tells Regina that he will hurt her). It’s because of Regina’s words that Emma begins to wake up. It’s because of Regina’s love for Henry. That is the strongest emotional tie between these women- the love they both share for their son. And it is clear that Emma doesn’t have a single doubt in her mind that Regina’s love for Henry is just as strong as her own. So I guess you could say that the same applies for Regina. She believes that, by completely lowering her defenses and telling Henry that she won’t harm him, Emma will recognize this act as genuine- that she’d recognize that Regina does indeed love Henry as much as she claimed she did. That she is his mother, too. And Emma does notice. If you look back at the actual scene, Emma is not looking at Henry before he tries to execute Regina- she is looking at Regina. A clear confirmation. And when Regina asks how Emma remembered, this is what she tells her:
When you couldn’t hurt Henry… he was about to actually kill and become everything I never wanted him to be. That’s when I knew.
When you couldn’t hurt Henry. Emma changes the focus after this line to the thought of Henry darkening his heart- she basically elaborates by expressing her fears as a mother. That is what throws most people off. But in Emma’s immediate response to Regina’s words and threat of danger, it is clear that it is Emma’s recognition of Regina’s love for their son that brings her back to her own. When you couldn’t hurt Henry.
So taking both theories into perspective… which is the truth? Was it Emma’s love for Regina that brought her back? Was it the recognition of the love that they both share for their son? Or… was it a combination of both? We all know that True Love is the one thing that can break any curse. We’ve seen both Emma and Regina break curses though sharing True Love’s Kiss with their son. But what else have we seen? Emma and Regina’s combined magic doing the impossible and destroying an indestructible trigger, breaking open doors sealed by a literal God (True Love… the most powerful magic of all). Emma and Regina time and time again sacrificing themselves for one another (True sacrifice is about saving the ones that you love). Endless parallels between Swan Queen and canon True Love couples (Snowing, Jaladdin, Rumbelle etc).
So what caused Emma to wake up? I’ll leave it up to you to decide. But this I will confirm- Emma’s curse was broken without a True Love’s Kiss. In fact, it was broken without even a single touch or magical intervention. And it was through BOTH Regina and Henry. Is that confirmation that Swan-Mills family is a three-way True Love? I guess we’ll have to wait and see. But I’m quite certain that we can all agree on one thing- that the unique bond these three individuals share is, without a doubt… tight as fuck!
I will Never Rest because the fact that Euros was controlling Moriarty with her brainwashing powers (???) means that she was the cause of everything bad that has ever happened to Sherlock and John (‘it took her 5 minutes to do all this to us’) and I’m meant to feel sorry for her??? It’s like watching Sherlock hugging Moriarty and being like ‘you aren’t that bad, really. Come, let us play violin together’. Also, Moriarty doesn’t even need to be redeemed because he’s a badass villian. Yet Euros is reduced to a whimpering mess and is forgiven because of all this 'she was different and misunderstood’ bullshit? That is some class A sexism right there
Could you maybe do a little thing where harrys little girl wants to
hangout with her daddy but he’s busy on the phone and gets frustrated
and is stern with her? And she’s so little and hurt and he feels so bad
because she’s upset.
He hadn’t meant to be sharp with her. Looking back on it, she really wasn’t being a bother to him at all, other than the fact that he was on the phone with Jeff and trying to solidify some last-minute details for an upcoming meeting.
His daughter, however, hadn’t been aware of that when she came bouncing into Harry’s office, overcome with excitement about something and wanting to share it with one of her favorite people.
It had been a lot of very exuberant, “Daddy, lookit! Look at my kitty, daddy! Daddy, do you see him? Daddy!”
Harry had put a hand up to try and calm her while he apologized to Jeff, but she wasn’t having any of that. She jumped closer to him and started trying to climb up into his lap, the way she often would when Harry was working on something and invited her to join him in doing some “important” drawing with the basket of crayons he kept at his desk.
Today though, Harry really needed to pay attention to this call and it was not the time to have a three-year-old monkey climbing over him and trying to get his attention.
“(Y/D/N), daddy’s trying to talk,” he said, putting an arm out as she continued trying to climb, in fear that she would topple to the ground, “Can you go play with mummy until I’m done?”
She was holding something up and Harry quickly glanced to see that it was some sort of drawing.
“Sweetheart, please,” he said, a bit firmer this time, “Just give me a few minutes and then I can look.”
He managed to get a few more words out to Jeff while his little girl continued to climb on him.
“Daddy! I wanna sit here with you; can I sit here? Daddy, where’s the crayons? I wanna color!”
“(Y/D/N) Styles, stop it! That’s enough!” he finally boomed.
“Okay, I didn’t know what you meant by taking off your pants, but now I clearly do,” Jenna burst out laughing as you all entered into the restaurant and took a seat. “Goodness gracious you guys.”
“I bet you were staring,” Tyler smirked. “I’m sure you were.”
“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes as you all sat at a table, opening up the menus.
“You’re all dressed awfully fancy tonight. I assume you all just got back from the Grammys. Twenty One Pilots, right?” the waiter smiled.
“That’s us,” Tyler grinned proudly.
“Sweet,” the waiter beamed. “Anything I can get you guys at the moment? Drinks?”
“Yeah that sounds good,” Jenna nodded. You had all decided to go out for a celebratory meal after the awards. You had settled on a nice Mexican restaurant, not too fancy, but not too casual either.
“Hey,” Josh nudged you beside him. “Check your phone.”
“Why?” you stared at him, confused.
“Just do it, baby,” he insisted.
“Fine,” you sighed, picking up your phone but your expression slowly fading away into uncomfortableness as you read the text he had just sent you.
J: Did you like what you saw on stage tonight? Y/N: Fucking behave. We’re at dinner.
You glared at him and he turned his head away, acting unfazed.
J: Answer the question. Y/N: You know I always like what I see when I’m staring at you J: Yeah but how did you feel? Y/N: Wdym? J: All those people staring at me, all those fans probably lusting over me, and you there, watching me tug down my pants…
“Hey!” Jenna snapped. “He’s asking you what you want to drink.”
“Huh?” both you and Josh looked up from your phones, turning red, staring at the waiter.
“Anything to drink?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, uh yeah,” you stammered out. Josh just looked at you, pretending as if nothing had happened. The waiter took your drink order and walked away, Tyler striking up a conversation about some of the performances.
“What if you guys performed?” Jenna laughed. “You think you’d bring the hamster ball and giant confetti canon to the Grammy’s?”
“Oh I’m sure we would figure something out,” Tyler nodded. You felt your phone buzz in your lap and you shot Josh a glare before opening it.
J: Stop leaving questions unanswered babe Y/N: Stop texting me dirty things and actually pay attention to the conversation J: I am Y/N: Jenna and Tyler invited us here to celebrate, not to be antisocial J: Answer the question Y/N: Fine, sure. I was turned on. Is that what you wanted to hear?
“Don’t you think, y/n?” Jenna wondered and you flickered your eyes up, completely lost in what they were talking about. There was a second of silence before she hinted you on. “We’d get the drum kits and just make the crowd hold them up?”
“Oh definitely,” you gave a fake laugh before glancing down at your phone again, angry and annoyed at Josh’s attempts.
J: How turned on? Y/N: I might be turned on but I’m about ready to turn my phone off if you keep this shit up J: I’m not even doing anything Y/N: Sure… J: You wouldn’t dare Y/n: Watch me J: Don’t
“You guys, okay? You seem pretty distracted,” Tyler finally brought up the obvious.
“Just a lot of people congratulating us,” Josh shrugged. “Sorry, it’s probably not the appropriate time for this.”
“You’re right,” you quickly agreed. “I say we turn our phones off for the rest of the dinner.”
“Smart idea,” Jenna smiled at the proposition, but you caught Josh giving you a death stare beside you. You quickly shut off your phone and put it face down on the table, watching as Josh slowly did the same.
“You’ll be sorry you did that,” Josh murmured under his breath, just enough for you to realize. You swallowed uncomfortably, trying to ignore his comments. What was he so worked up about anyways? Geez.
“Do you think we’ll get invited back?” Tyler joked.
“Most likely,” Jenna nodded. “You guys are so talented. You’re bound to win another.”
“Then we’ve got to take it up a notch,” Tyler decided. “What’s more attention grabbing than standing up there in our underwear?”
“Oh I’m sure you two could think of plenty of things,” Jenna chuckled softly. Your hand was laying in your lap when you felt Josh lay his hand on top of yours underneath the table. You drew in a sharp breath and Tyler gave you an uncertain glance for a second before dismissing it, and you exhaled, trying to ignore it. Maybe he was just trying to hold hands.
“We’ll go streaking next Grammys!” Tyler cried.
“No way,” Jenna shook her head, stifling her laughter. “Not on my watch.”
“I bet y/n would love to see that,” Josh smirked and you narrowed your eyes, apparent you didn’t find his humor amusing. You felt him grab ahold of your wrist underneath the table, lifting your hand off your lap and moving it towards his leg, then down, resting your hand right over his crotch, his hard on becoming extremely obvious. Shit, of course he’d pull something like this. Especially now without the texting. He laid his hand on top of yours again, pressing down and your felt your cheeks turn red, trying to act nonchalant as you were being guided on how to grope him underneath the table.
“You okay, y/n?” Jenna softened her eyes. “You look sort of uh…”
“I’m fine,” you shook your head. “I think I just need to use the restroom and clear my mind for a little bit. I think I’m a little dizzy from the Grammys, all those people and the lights and noise and stuff.”
“Okay, take care of yourself sweetie,” Jenna replied. “We’ll be here when you come back.” You tried to get up but Josh grabbed your arm, grip tight around your wrist. You tugged several times but he wouldn’t let go until finally you swiveled your arm out of his grasp and snatched your phone off the table, marching off to find the bathroom. Of course, when you got in, there were several texts from Josh. So much for the not using the phones thing.
J: Get your ass out here right now. Y/N: I don’t know what the fuck is up with you tonight J: You know exactly what’s up with me, stop playing stupid Y/N: I don’t know if it’s just cause you won a Grammy so you think you can be cocky and all, but you’re acting like a total dick, Josh J: I just want you baby Y/N: You’re the one who said yes to dinner! J: You’re the one who said no to texting Y/N: And look where that led us J: We can always ditch Y/N: Shut up, that’d be so rude. Jenna and Tyler have been nothing but nice tonight J: I just really want to fuck you, I saw you in that dress when we walked in the restaurant and maybe it’s the lighting or just the adrenaline rush from being on the stage or me taking my pants off earlier, but I really need this right now baby Y/N: I know I want it too J: Then please Y/N: After dinner J: During dinner Y/N: No J: Fine. Either way come out right now. Jenna’s getting worried and she’s gonna check up on you if you don’t show soon. Y/N: If I come out, will you behave? J: Sure Y/N: See you soon J: Love youuu Y/N: Love you too, dimwit
You took a deep breath and collected yourself before heading back to the table and sliding in the seat beside Josh, plastering a smile on your face. “You feeling better, honey?” Jenna wondered.
“Yeah I’m doing just fi-” you couldn’t help but stop midsentence as Josh put a hand on your upper thigh, resting it there above the fabric of your dress. “Fine. I’m doing fine.”
“Okay…” Jenna shrugged.
“Did you feel sick?” Tyler frowned, looking worried and concerned. “I think Jenna has some painkillers in her purse if you need it.”
“I’m fine, r-EALLY,” your voice wavered as Josh tugged up the fabric of your dress to your waist, both your legs bare and exposed underneath the table. Fuck.
“You sure?” Tyler insisted, sensing something was off.
“Yeah, honessssssssssst,” you reassured, ignoring the way your voice dragged out at the end when Josh’s thumb dipped underneath the waistband of your underwear and slid the fabric down your legs to above your knees.
“Just relax, sweetheart,” Josh reassured, sly smile on his face only you could detect. Hell, and to think Tyler and Jenna thought he was being sweet. You bit down on your lower lip hard when you felt Josh’s fingers brush past your clit and rest against your folds.
“Who’s ready for some appetizers?” the waiter wondered, smile on his face as he approached.
As soon as you were about to answer Josh’s fingers pushed into you and you let out a moan, everyone at the table turning their attention towards you. “Ohhhh those sound delicious,” you tried to recover. “Mmm god, appetizers? That just sounds so, oh fuck-” Josh began to pump his fingers in and out of you, staring at you above the table as if nothing was even going on. “I’m so hungry. Appetizers, hell yeah.” You were doing such a shitty job at covering up your act but it was the best alternative you could think of at the moment. Your legs were starting to shake and you could barely speak.
“Someone’s um, particularly hype for appetizers,” Tyler commented.
“I love me some good fooooood,” you moaned the last part as Josh curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “Shit, food is so great. Damn.”
“Someone really likes food,” the waiter chuckled, looking confused and uncomfortable, almost everyone unable to understand what your problem was.
“Come on baby,” Josh prodded. “Why don’t you order something?”
“Sure,” you glanced at him, noticing the way he was trying so hard to suppress a smirk, then flickered your eyes back to the menu. You attempted to cross your legs in hopes of Josh quitting it but he only rammed his fingers deeper inside of you and you gasped in your seat, Tyler and Jenna whipping their heads towards you.
“Okay, spill it,” Jenna demanded. “What’s wrong?”
“Something’s wrong?” the waiter softened his expression. “Uh, is there anything I can do to help?”
“I just think I need to get some fresh air,” you shook your head. “Josh, um, why don’t you come out with me for a little bit?”
“Sure,” Josh agreed slowly. “Whatever you say, babe.” He slowly drew his fingers out from inside you and you took the opportunity to slide up your panties and tug down your dress, then grabbed Josh’s hand with a tight grip and basically dragged him out the door.
“You’re fucking dead,” you hissed, tugging him outside and to the back of the restaurant.
“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrows, acting innocent. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Shut the fuck up,” you demanded, tugging him to a place without windows or cars or pedestrians and quickly surveying the area before crashing your lips on his, pushing him back into the wall of the restaurant, slamming his body against yours and grinding yourself down on him. Your sloppy, messy, desperate kisses became more heated and you finally pulled away, staring into his eyes. “Don’t pull that shit during dinner ever again. I hate you.”
“You fucking love me,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you were just as turned on as I was, baby.”
“I still am,” you murmured, tilting your head back as he sucked on your neck, his lips trailing down your skin.
“Dammit you look so good in this dress,” he sighed. He traced the outlines of your body with his palms, sliding them down your figure, resting at your hips when you took a step away. “Where you going baby?”
“To dinner,” you snapped. “To behave.”
“You’re going to leave me like this?” he frowned, disappointed. “Come on, I’m dying here and I’ve already tried everything.”
“Listen up, Joshua,” you sighed, walking closer and poking a finger in his chest, glaring up at him. You leaned in close, remaining eye contact, lowering your voice to a whisper. “When we get home, you are going to get in that bedroom with me, and you’re going to receive another big award with yours pants off. But that’s never going to happen unless you behave, understand?”
“I like the sound of that,” he smirked.
“Good,” you decided. “Now come with me and let’s order some fucking appetizers.”
A/N: Okay y’all, I threw this trash pile together last night for that anon. Again I’m really sorry for the lack of updates. Up next I got a pranking fic with Hercules Mulligan! Also for the sake of this fic the reader is mixed.
Teen!Reader x Teen!Anthony ft. Dad!Dean
Dean liked to think that he was a good dad, he taught you how to drive, shoot a gun, he let you have your first drink when you were 12. He was never really a touchy feely dad, he didn’t do good with feelings, or dates, or most things that dad did, but he loved you more than anything which meant a hell of a lot more than him planning you some extravagant birthday party.
But today he realized, he’s not as on top of everything as he thought. He and Sam had just pulled into the bunker after a two week long hunting binge and saw Jody’s car in their driveway.
“I first proposed to her on a trip to Great Britain, the first time she had been overseas. And we were on the shoreline of this wonderful little lake, Lake Ennerdale. I asked her to marry me and she said I can’t do it.
The second time I tried a different tack. I said I really want you to marry me, but you shouldn’t do it. And she smiled and looked at me, like, what is this boy up to? She said that is not a very good sales pitch. I said I know, but it’s true. And I meant it, it was true.
Hillary commented on what a uniquely designed and beautiful house it was. So I took a big chance. I bought the house. When she came back, I picked up her up and I said, you remember that house you liked? She said yeah. I said, while you were gone I bought it, you have to marry me now. The third time was the charm.
We were married in that little house on October the 11th, 1975. I married my best friend. And I really hoped that her choosing me and rejecting my advice to pursue her own career was a decision she would never regret.”