man choo

actual behind the scenes info for the Bye Bye Man:

  • the bye bye man’s backstory was going to be that he was a black man with albinism for no reason. it got cut because the director thought it was too “intense” and racially complex. i don’t know what that means.
  • the director does not think police can follow trains or figure out where trains come from. she said, “the reason he rides the train is because when he was murdered, his body was put on a train and sent far away so [authorities] wouldn’t be able to track the fact that the people who murdered him murdered him.” 
  • the choo choo man drops coins throughout the film. it is never explained why. apparently, they coins are psychically connected to his meat dog’s eyes and allow it to watch people.
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Celebrity Fragrance Guys:

  • Kit Harington for Jimmy Choo Man
  • Alexander Skarsgard for Encounter Fragrance by Calvin Klein
  • Henry Cavill for Dunhill London for Men by Dunhill
  • Paul Walker for Davidoff Cool Water
  • Robert Pattinson for Dior Homme
  • Ryan Reynolds for Hugo Boss Bottled
  • Jude Law for Dior Homme Sport
  • Evan Rachel Wood and Chris Evans for Gucci Guilty Perfumes by Gucci
  • Clive Owen for Bvlgari Man
  • Matthew McConaughey Presents Dolce & Gabbana The One
I wrote a thing????

WHAT AM I DOING


Paris, the city of lovers, is glowing this evening,” Fred sang as he pranced down the steps. “True, that’s because it’s on fire, but still there’s l'amour…

“That song is such a disappointment,” Wasabi sighed.

“I know,” Honey Lemon agreed. “It’s three solid minutes of embarrassment in an otherwise amazing movie.”

Fred stopped singing and turned around to face them, thought it was less a turn and more a twirl. “True. But we’re not in the right part of town for ‘Bells of Notre Dame’, not in the right atmosphere for 'Topsy Turvy Day’, and there are little kids near by so I’ll hold off on 'Hellfire.'”

“Thank you,” Wasabi said in a long-suffering voice.

“Can’t argue with that view, though,” Gogo pointed out.

Hiro had to agree. The Trocadero was a glorious sight in the early afternoon, and he took the steps slowly so that he could keep looking around without worrying about tripping. The place was enormous, and it had everything. Gardens and greenery. Landmarks on all sides. Decorative fountains coming out of their ears – and as a native Californian, he found it sort of refreshing to be in a place that could afford to fling water around like that.

And, of course, the Eiffel Tower.

“It’s so… roomy,” was all he could think to say. It was true; Paris had streets you could drive like twenty trucks through. SF was a beautiful city, but everything felt so cramped sometimes. But here? Briefly he imagined flying over the sights on Baymax’s back, soaring through open sky and spiraling up the Eiffel tower to see the view from the very tip.

“Yup!” Fred’s hands were on his hips as he joined his friends in admiring the scenery. “Nice, wide avenues. All the better to march your armies through, no muss no fuss.”

There was a pause.

“What?” Wasabi said.

“Seriously, that’s what they’re made for. History of Western Europe 101.”

“I’m sure you’re the expert,” Gogo said waspishly. “I didn’t see you studying your butt off to speak the language.”

Fred laughed. “Hey, you guys are the ones who’re here for school stuff. I’m just along for the sightseeing.”

“And the superheroes, probably,” Wasabi muttered.

“That too.” Fred bounced on the balls of his feet. “Seriously I can’t wait, I really hope we get to see them at some point, I mean can you imagine…” His voice trailed off.

“Fred?” Honey waved her hand in front of his face. “Are you going to finish that sentence, Fred?”

“Gimme a sec,” Fred blurted, and darted off amidst the passersby.

“Seriously, dude!” Nino bumped his shoulder lightly. “Alya told me all about it – there’s gonna be a sciencey tech open-house and everything!” He gestured with his hands and briefly adopted a melodramatic tone of voice. “The kind of stuff that turns science fiction into science reality. Dude, we should check it out!”

“It sounds cool,” Adrien agreed. “And… maybe if I play it up as educational, Father will-”

Before he could get another word out, someone hooked him into a headlock with a joyful cry of “Salut!” and a very enthusiastic noogy. Adrien squawked.

With a modest dose of feline speed, Adrien slipped out of the hold and whirled to face his assailant. Through the scruffy blonde mess that had once been neatly combed bangs, he recognized him. His mouth dropped open.

Fred?

“Adrien, little man!” Fred gave Adrien’s much-abused hair a final tousle. “Dude, it’s so great to see you! What’s going on with you?”

“What’s going on with me?” The shock wore off, and the excited grin spread across Adrien’s face before he could hold it back. “What’s going on with you? Father never said you’d be in town!”

“Honestly? He probably doesn’t know.” Fred gave a carefree shrug. “I’m not here with my dad, I’m here with a bunch of university buddies. Just uni trip stuff, presenting projects, touching bases with an international tech school. I’m tagging along for the ride. Maybe you’ve heard of it.”

“I actually have, from – oh.” Adrien could have kicked himself; he was being rude. “Sorry. Nino, this is Fred –  he’s a friend of mine from the United States. Fred, this is Nino, my best friend from school – oh my God, I forgot to tell you, Fred, I go to school now! As in, actual public school!”

“Nice!” Fred fist-bumped him. “No more blah homeschooling, huh? What’s up, Nino?”

“Uh, nothing much.” Nino grinned, surprised. “Sorry, I’m a little lost. How do you guys know each other?”

“My father works with his sometimes,” Adrien told him.

“On-off business partners,” Fred added. “Lots of overseas trips that we’d tag along on. I’ve known this guy since he was a munchkin.”

Adrien made a show of cringing. “Fred, seriously?”

“I’m serious, when I first met him he was the size of a pea. And adorable.”

“Fred, come on!”

Hiro was staring. He knew he was staring. Wasabi, Gogo, and Honey Lemon were also staring.

Could anyone blame them? They were, after all, watching their dear friend Fred hold a very animated conversation with some Parisian kid that none of them recognized.

Holding it, to be exact, in absolutely flawless French.

“Mi casa my ass,” Gogo muttered.