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#2 & #43-Kylo Ren

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Breathing heavy, you moved with the wind. Your hair flying in front of your face and your lips pursed. You could feel the force around you, caressing your skin and piercing your being. Closing your eyes, you shivered, gripping the hilt of your lightsaber.

He was there. You could feel it, however, you couldn’t figure out where exactly. However, he knew where you were. You could feel his energy, swarming around you.

Gritting your teeth, you hunched forward. Ready to strike, ready for him. Yet, he didn’t come. Instead, your head began to throb. Gasping, you struggled to stay on your feet. Shaking your head, your palms began to sweat. Kylo was like a blender in your head, weakening your knees. Your blood thudded through your whole body, your heart pounding against your chest. Pulling your eyebrows together, you swung around. Searching the trees for the dark figure that was your teacher.

“Focus…” He muttered as if he was whispering in your ear. Inhaling sharply, tears stung your eyes. It was like his hands were muffling your ears, squeezing your head. You wanted to cry out. But opening your mouth, he would not allow it. “Focus!”

“I can’t-I can’t!”

“Channel your strength. Push me out.” Kylo’s words were simple, at ease. You could picture him sitting on a rock, his helmet off, his eyes closed. Kylo sensed you thinking about him. “I’m not that far…”

Suddenly, a dark shadow passed over your shoulder and there he was. You could hear the crackling of his lightsaber, the ignition like a soft purr, yet dangerous. The red hue illuminated your robes, the soft fabric that wrapped around your legs and waist twirled with your movement. Igniting your lightsaber, you swung it around. But Kylo was faster. He blocked your move, then, unwrapping your whole body in the force, held you with a tight lock. You groaned, shaking violently. Attempting to break free from the immense pressure.

Anger then boiled in the pit of your stomach. You blinked the tears away, staring up at Kylo. He leaned over you, blocking the sunlight. Lifting his hand to your face, the leather brushed up against your cheek.

“Get out of my head.” You gritted, pushing against him. You could tell through the hint in his voice that a small smirk lifted the corner of his lips as you broke free. Your anger grew stronger. He always did this. Played on your thoughts. Your heart squeezed in your chest, and Kylo, glancing down, stayed silent. Every. Time. Made you weak, at his mercy.

Fight.” Shakily, you then tore through the fabric of his force, snarling as you ignited your lightsaber before spinning around, furiously jabbing the burning saber at Kylo. As you expected, he blocked your move, then sighed through his mask. The pressure of his lightsaber against yours, the sizzling sound of the two burning objects meeting in the middle of fire made your arm shake. However, you didn’t want to give Kylo the pleasure of beating you. Not today, not ever again. It was your turn to show how strong you were. Breathing heavily, your chest heaving, you gasped for air. But held your ground. Your feet dug into the soft dirt as you leaned forward. Grasping the hilt with both hands. Yet, when Kylo deactivated his lightsaber, letting down his guard, you squinted at him in confusion. Not knowing what his next move was. “Good.” You found a certain pleasantness in his voice, something you hadn’t heard before.

“That’s… That’s it?” You deactivated your lightsaber following his.

“For today. You still have a lot to learn, but, we made progress. You have to be quick on your feet. The second you feel me approaching your mind using the force, you must block me.”

“Yes, master.” Pausing, you noticed Kylo move his gaze to the ground, then, reaching up, he pulled off his helmet. Taking a breath, you always found yourself looking at his soft complexion a little too long.

His eyes piercing yours.

Biting your lip, you clipped your lightsaber onto your belt. Turning around and making it up the hill. Kylo seemed to stand in the position you had left him in, not moving a muscle, but breathing slowly.

The wind picked up, and wiping your hair from your eyes, you breathed out. The air immediately clearer, refreshing away from Kylo. His transparent presence around you still sensible, however. You found that he was always keeping an eye on you. His presence was growing on you. Comfortable.

Watching your feet as you walked up the hill, pushing through the doors, you moved to your room. Sweat soaked through your robes from the tiresome session. You could hear the quiet conversation of Stormtroopers as they moved about their routines, but, the last person you were expected to see, was General Hux. He walked tall, his hands laced tightly behind his back and his orange hair parted with the preciseness that was, well, him. He stared you down, giving a dissatisfied look. Cocking an eyebrow, you noticed him pause just as you passed him.

“Miss y/l/n?”

“Yes, General Hux?” You couldn’t hide the annoyance in your voice, but neither did he even try to.

“You do understand that Kylo Ren has much more preceding matters at hand then training you, yes? As a matter a fact, Snoke has allegedly not even finished training your, ‘master.’”

“And this is because…” You trailed off, looking for Hux to finish your thought.

“You might wish to take it upon yourself to retract whatever matters you and Kylo Ren have. He has been getting distracted lately, and I have no doubt it is by your doing.” As if scolding you like a child, Hux relaxed his shoulders for a breath, but then lifted his chin. You felt the need to sneer at him and his superiority. You hated the guy, always acted all high and mighty, as if he knew the answer to the galaxy, the meaning of life. But wouldn’t let anyone else in on the secret.

Hux then gave a quick nod and, looking for acknowledgment, after you looked down, he continued his walk. You continued to stare down at your feet, mulling over his words.

Sucking in a deep, tired breath, you then shook your head slightly, attempting to shake the feeling that there was something more between you and your master than what called for. Wondering why the Hux had used the specific word, distracted.

Then again, we all get distracted by something we know we shouldn’t have.

The Name is Lance (Salazar): Chapter 1

Today, sixteen year old Lance Salazar was on a mission. It was a secret mission. No one could know about his plan he’d been devising for a year now. He wore his favourite sky blue Italian suit with a royal blue dress shirt underneath it and a much lighter blue for the tie around his neck, and a dark blue (close to black) pants to complete the set. He sneaked out early in the morning, where the sun was still sleeping and the mountain was covered by a heavy fog making unpleasant wanderers to get lost this time of the day. He was not alone though, no, he could never accomplish this mission alone.

Lance used the secret underground passageway, one that was created for each Salazar child but differ to each other in usage, it was total darkness and a simple roamer would never find their way out. But not Lance, never him, he knew every cracks and every crevices of the path hidden in the shadows. He could hear every sound, every breath, and every beat. He could smell the faint scent of water that covered the tiled slippery ground by a few millimeters. He could feel every presence and intent if someone would decide to crouch in his territory. A Salazar always utilizes every sense they have. It was a simple rule of their life.

Finally reaching the exit, a man taller and older than him of ten years was waiting for him. He was one of the most trusted servants that Lance learned to cling on and in return he was given an unconditional loyalty. This man was one of Lance’s personal butlers and his name was Marcello*. His red hair was like a beacon in this fog and as such it was the reason why he covered it by a black fedora and it seemed also that Marcello just liked to stick with the stereotyped Mafia attire. Not that Lance could complain since he was wearing a full blown Italian suit.

Lance showed him the hush sign and Marcello just nodded at him in return with a soft smile that Lance really liked to see. It was a smile full of assurance that someone got his back for better or for worse. Marcello handed him a simple black trench coat. Lance looked at it with great distaste, just because they were Mafioso didn’t mean that they should always wear colors like they were going to a funeral. But still, he let Marcello put it over his shoulders. Marcello closed the buttons and chuckled a bit when Lance muttered under his breath that he was not a child and he could do it on his own, thank you very much.

They took the west side of the mountain until the two of them reached the car waiting for them. Marcello opened the door of the backseat and guided Lance to get in and after that he sat on the passenger seat.

“Ready now, Young Master Lance?” their driver for this mission was Benita, Marcello’s twin sister, her hair was a shade lighter compared to her brother but they have the same olive skin. She was wearing a standard Salazar maid uniform with the insignia of the Familia imprinted on the right side of her sleeves. At least she was not like her brother who wanted to flaunt the stereotyped mafia attire. Though it was hard not to express which family you belong to.

“Let’s do this.” Lance relaxed on his seat, he was trying to let go of his nervousness. If everything will go according to plan then that would be a plus for him. But if things will turn out for the worst…there was a high possibility that the three of them would be branded as traitors.

Let fate decide his worth.

There were many Famiglia* inside the Cosa Nostra* but still among them the most powerful groups still arise and feared by others or envied by some to the point of wanting to take them down. The three Famiglia along with the Arcobaleno that represents the tri-ni-sette policy were probably considered the strongest ones. Whoever allied with them will either be really lucky or very unfortunate. Milliefiore Famiglia was not really the sanest group you would ever meet. The Mare Sky ring holder has the ability to travel multiple parallel worlds at their own whim after all. The bloodline of Giglio Nero, also the one who became the constant holder of the Arcobaleno Sky pacifier, has the ability to see snippets of possible futures. Though the events going to happen were sometimes could not be deciphered properly. The Vongola Sky ring was probably the one that harmonizes everyone, especially when Decimo became the bearer of the said ring. Tsunayoshi Sawada and his guardians tried their best to uphold the real reason why Vongola was created in the first place. Vongola started as a vigilante group to protect the wronged and oppressed. It was a policy that Tsuna wanted to grow again inside the Famiglia that was corrupted by bloodshed and greed.

Vongola Decimo was an old man now but despite with the age of sixty he was still a great leader for his own Famiglia and the loyalty of his men was still solely for him. Lance remembered when his Father decided to form an alliance with the Vongola Famiglia.

Salazar has no clean track record themselves. They had their own fair share of torturing, mercenary acts, drug and weapon dealings, and murders. But still, Don Ernesto Salazar tried his best. He liked the policy of the Vongola and wanted to be a part of it. Don Ernesto, with the help of his brother, wanted to destroy the bloody caged that the Salazars found themselves trapped in. A bloody cage passed down from their own Father who came from the past leaders.

Don Ernesto attended a meeting inside the Vongola mansion, after that the Vongola Decimo, along with his Guardians, visited the Salazar’s mansion in return. It was a long discussion between a powerful Familia and a more powerful Famiglia. It came to the point where Don Ernesto let Decimo meets his three oldest children. That was the time also where little Lance was dared by his younger sister to sneak inside the meeting room.

Little Lance thought he was stealthy enough (as such the mentality of a child) but stopped in his tracks when a foot got in his way. He looked up from the ground where he was crawling and found a man with pretty funny curly sideburns. The man’s fedora cast a shadow on the half of his face but his right eye was visible enough. The man’s stare was unnerving but at the same time Lance found it interesting.

The two of them stared at each other for some time, the man leaning on the wall and Lance sitting patiently on the floor. Then the man grinned at him, crouched down on his level, and then ruffled Lance’s hair for a bit.

“Want to join the Vongola Famiglia?”

Lance puffed his cheeks like a squirrel gathering foods for winter. He pouted at the question directed at him and with all confidence that he could muster he said, “I’m a Salazar! We carry our name with pride!”

The man with curly sideburns merely laughed at his exclamation before standing up and started to walk away from him.

Little Lance forgot about the dare when his sorellastra*, Flyssa the fourth Salazar child, suddenly approached him and asked if he was okay. His older sister then told him that that man was dangerous. That he was commonly known with the name “Reborn” and considered as the number one hitman in the current history of mafia. This Reborn person also was the keeper of the Sun pacifier making him an Arcobaleno and thus one of the core members of the tri-ni-sette policy.

He was warned not to approach that man again alone.

A warning that was thrown out of the window the day after tomorrow when Decimo visited again and was only accompanied by Reborn, the both of them actively seek Lance and at first the older Salazar’s children was a bit dubious in letting one of their little siblings meet these powerful people but at the same time they knew that the Vongola’s had no ill will to them, yet.

Decimo asked Lance to play a board game that the old man brought with them. Little Lance agreed since he was bored by all the lessons he was taking from his private tutors. It was game called “Games of the Generals”. Lance immediately took a liking to it since it was exciting by the fact that you don’t know which piece was attacking which one. Victory would just be a surprise by the winner.

Lance won three out of two and Decimo chuckled nervously when Reborn aimed the barrel of the gun on the back of the Vongola’s head with a soft mutter of “You’re slipping”. Lance could care less about the interactions, he had seen far more weird things inside the Salazar Familia.

From that day, the alliance between the Salazar and Vongola was formed. As years passed, Lance realized that Vongola Decimo was fond of him. Of course it caused some vines of guilt to climb up his chest but it was also a relief that old man Vongola got his back as long as he would stay as a “good boy”.

And that was the reason he was now in front of Vongola Decimo and Reborn so early in the morning.

“I will not lie to you, my dear boy.” Old Man Tsuna started to speak and caused Lance to stiffen his back more than before, “You know there is no escape when it comes to being a Mafioso, right? Especially when you are related to it by blood.”

Of course Lance knew it. He knew he could never escape, not when his flesh and blood was made by the Salazar’s themselves. But he still want to spread his wings, his very own wings, he wanted to soar up in the sky without the help of his so called Familia. He wanted to explore what was outside of the Earth itself.

Lance heard the stories of long ago. On how Decimo vehemently tried to oppose the role being shoved deep in his throat, even if old man Tsuna already fought the enemies of the past, present, and future he still didn’t want to get on the Vongola throne. Things happened and old man Tsuna was only left by a single decision of fully accepting his position in the dark world or else his friends (guardians) would suffer the consequences of his selfish desire. It didn’t stop old man Tsuna to change Vongola from inside out though.

“I know.”

Lance was just standing there in the middle of the study room. His eyes staring straight on Vongola Decimo and he didn’t dare to look anywhere else. He wanted to make his decision be taken seriously. He wanted to have this chance.

Old man Tsuna sighed, “And yet you still want me to back you up in this plan of yours?”

“Yes.” Straight to the point, no flattering words.

“Why?” old man Tsuna leaned backward on his chair, “we have lots of private jets and ships, be it on water or in outer space. Your Familia alone is enough to provide you private lessons and your very own spacecraft.”

Lance took a deep breathe, “That’s the very reason, Vongola Decimo.”

Reborn and Tsuna both raised their eyebrows when Lance used the title instead of calling the other “old man Tsuna”.


“I…I don’t want to ride on my family’s name. I want to achieve this dream on my own. Just… give me ten years. That’s all I asked. Please?”

There was silence after that. For a few more minutes, Lance was ordered to wait on the common room of the mansion. Trying not to let his feeling of hopelessness leaked out, Lance heed the order and walked outside of the room they were currently on.

Marcello escorted him towards the common room. The both of them could feel it in the air that the Vongola mist guardians were observing all of their movements like a hawk ever since Lance got out of Decimo’s study room.

They waited for two hours, the sun was slowly illuminating the surroundings. Benita approached them and silently handed a cup of coffee towards Lance and hot chocolate for her twin. Marcello hated the taste of coffee and usually stick to chocolates, no one made fun of him about his taste anyway (lie, Benita would not let anyone call his twin childish just because he preferred sweets than the bitterness that coffee brings).

After two hours, Vongola’s Storm guardian came in to retrieve them with a message that Vongola Decimo and Master Reborn would accompany them on their return to the Salazar’s mansion. It was a journey spent with a stifling silence.

Their arrival back at home caused everyone to stop from whatever they were doing. It seemed that Lance’s siblings immediately assumed that he was kidnapped, with the exception of Halberd who was silently nursing a cup of their strongest coffee and an expression that he had totally gave up to hammer some sense to the rest of their brothers and sisters.

Halberd, the oldest Salazar child, escorted their guests towards Don Ernesto’s study area. To say that the Don was surprised was an understatement but he still welcomed both Vongola in his mansion.

Lance felt like he was waiting for his execution. He didn’t even managed to answer the questions of his siblings when they were ordered to stay away from the meeting between two mafia boss.

For five hours, Lance was just waiting in his room. He was sitting on his bed and he kept his fingers tapping on his knees in a rhythm he just made up on the spot. He suddenly stood up when Halberd knocked on his door and told him that he was being summoned by their Father.

When Lance saw that old man Tsuna was smiling at him softly yet a bit tired, Lance knew that his wish was finally granted.

Things were all great and dandy for a start.

“For goodness sake! He is just a newbie! A freshman! He is not a veteran soldier! Back off!”

Great in a sense that the first thing Lance did in the very first day of his student life at Garrison was to be listed on someone else shit list. Oh boy, he was sure that that Iverson guy would watched his every move from now on. Great, very great, Lance “McClain” Salazar. You just made a new hell for yourself.

Hey, at least he managed to help Hunk out of his panic attack! Lance just got the feeling that the two of them would be the very best of friends! And a panic attack and motion sickness after, Hunk’s fate as his best friend was sealed. At least there was one thing going right in his life at the Garrison.

Back at home, he was someone that has power and authority, but here, he’s a commoner who’s been the butt of the joke ever since he crashed and burned in one of their flight simulators designed for children. Lance knew that in choosing to walk away from being a Salazar and forging his own path, he will start from the bottom and work his way up. But dammit it’s hard! Especially when you’re competing with people who have been training for this their whole life!

Learning from books and tutors are far more different from learning first hand. Back in the comforts of his home, Lance can enjoy the leisurely pace he was in in learning about space, piloting an aircraft or spacecraft, physics, and all the topics covered in going to outer space; but here in the Garrison, it was different. The slow and careful pace that Lance was used to was suddenly replaced with deadlines and time constraints. Instead of reading and understanding the manual first, Lance was forced to figure things out as he goes. What makes things worse, the people in the Garrison has the sense of humor of an elephant stuck in a barrel on its way to Madagascar.

They don’t seem to get Lance’s witty banter during lectures, they even punish him for it. Every quip, every sarcastic response, every attempt at dry humor, Lance was silenced by a stern look and a disapproving frown. Growing up in a house full of mafiosos, one would be bored of the empty threats that each person in the household spews. In addition to that, Lance’s siblings are the sharpest people he knows, both with their blades and their wit, even Falcatta who prefers to act than to speak can shut people up with her words. So Lance had to keep up with their conversations to prove that he belonged and can participate in family matters. And for his talent of witty quips to be undermined and ridiculed are downright offensive.

The people at the Garrison assumed that he’ll eventually bend according to the Garrison’s standard, some even expected him to give up and drop out when one of the professors himself screamed at Lance right on his face, but the people back home would tell you otherwise (well they might shoot the person who screamed at Lance first and ask questions later; one does not simply insult a Salazar right on their face and expect no consequences). Every challenge the mafia world thrusted upon him, Lance made it his mission to overcome every single one of them. If people thought that he’ll simply keep his head down, they’re dead wrong.

Whenever the people at the Garrison scoff at his efforts whenever he was in the library, he kept his chin high and walked past them. Whenever a professor tried to one up on him by asking him a question they haven’t discussed yet, Lance answered with complete conviction and enjoyed the look of shock on their faces when he got the answer right. He memorized the schedules of the night security so he can sneak into the flight simulator to practice. Whenever people expected him to give up, he did his damndest to prove them wrong… and he enjoyed every second of it.

Lance was given the opportunity to lead a new life, to live a life that was his own. Sure, being a mafioso had its perks (power, money, influence), but nothing beats a life that you yourself built from the ground up. He may be sleeping a few hours less than he’s used to, skipped a few meals, gained a few callouses on his hand from gripping the controllers too tight, but it’s the life he chose, and he’s pretty damned satisfied with it.

Now? Not so much.

Iverson was speaking loudly at his face again. This close, Lance can see the veins popping on his forehead. He was so close that he can smell what he had for breakfast in addition to the spit that flew out of his mouth. Lance wanted to lean back and stand as far away from him as possible, but he was his commanding officer and his commanding officer haven’t ordered him to be at ease yet. Lance didn’t want to dig himself a deeper grave so he stood still and took it all.

“I hope I don’t need to remind you that the only reason you’re here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out-”

Ah! Finally! The first chapter of the rewritten version of Mafia!AU Lance Salazar! This is a collaborative work by @psychotic-cheesecake and I @gdesertsand.

* Info was given by @biancadibi (Thank you!)

*Marcello = I am told that this is the usual spelling

*Famiglia = Italian for “Family”

*Familia = Spanish for “Family”

*Cosa Nostra = um….the collective term for Mafia

*sorellastra = a sister that is only connected to you by one parent. Example, same Father different Mother.

running, canada & movies


the road to new york

A relaxing 8 miler with my son on this beautiful in-between Sunday between Canada Day and Independence Day, it’s one long celebratory weekend around here since we’re right on the border with Ontario.  We can even glimpse Toronto’s skyline from our side Lake Ontario when we go up to some of the northern suburbs.

A nice conversation during the run with my son about movies to see that are out currently -  on top of the list are ‘Baby Driver’ and ‘The Big Sick.’  It’s fun that he’s studying film making, we get to talk and watch film all the time.

Au where Marinette was meeting Alya for a con after a shift at her parents’ bakery, forgot to take off her ladybug-patterned apron, and saves comic book legend Master Fu from a driver not paying attention, inspiring him to make one more comic series before retirement. He announces that at the con, but Marinette doesn’t see it because she had to leave to go back to work, and only later, when every social media outlet is flooded with the news, does she realize she is the one who saved Master Fu.


Flip-flop, the alternate universe with Master Solo & Darth Rey!

Art by Vincent Tanguay aka @saintgenesisart

722 Days until the Han Solo Movie

561 Days until Episode VIII









Dear Wacom using Friends

There’s been an update out since 7/6/17 for Windows Users and 7/20/17 for MAC Users. If your wacom tablets are acting kind of funky this is why. Please uninstall your driver and update to the new one. It took me a while to figure out that Wacom has most of their tablets listed under the “Latest Drivers” in the Compatible Tablets area. Please don’t just glance over them but find which tablet model you have and check to see if your’s is in the category. If so, download the master driver. I used to look through the Legacy drivers since my tablet is now considered as such being a Wacom Intuos4 Wireless. Just, please check your model number. Most are on the back of your tablet.

Pretty - Hoseok

Group: BTS
Member: Hoseok
Type: ANGST, minor bit of smut
word count: 1466

Warnings: blood mentions, sexual content, death mentions

A/N: Inspired by Pretty by The Weeknd (song and MV). I promise i’ll write some happy smut later, i was just feeling really angsty while listening to the song!

When a whore of a white dove sings her song
That’s all we want to hear

He looked at the thick blanket of white clouds in the clear blue sky, watching from inside the plane as it was finally making its landing on the ground of his homeland after a whole year of being away. The small, rounded rectangled window revealed glimpses of the town he knew so well and missed deeply. It wasn’t necessarily the town he missed rather than the house in it, where you would be waiting for him.

He smiled as he imagined you impatiently anticipating his return after 365 days without him. How he’d worship you when he’d finally set foot in the house you shared together. He’d make love to you all night, the day after, the night after that day and the day after that night. Being apart for such a long time is hard. It changes things. It changed you. He knew that. He tried to text and call you as much as he could, but words through a mobile device can’t keep a woman warm. His lips pressed together into a thin line at the thought of it. He promised himself he wouldn’t get jealous. He couldn’t expect you to stay lonely and frustrated while he was away, choosing his career over his relationship. He accepted the fact you slept with other men while he was gone. But as soon as he lands, you’ll be his again. He consoled himself with that thought when things got hard.

Keep reading

“The Queen and her Knight of Ren”

(You know,Rey in Spanish means King.That’s why I called her Queen. And I think that’s fucking awesome).

Here you have the second quick sketch of the week.The only thing I want to do is to draaaw but I have to study and :(. 

 Whyyyy,I only want to be free of this pain.

And yes,this is based on this adorable post:

By @thecutiekitsune and @zer0pm ;).

If you want to see my other Star Wars work you can see it here:

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you know if Adam Driver has ever mentioned how he got started with or what he thinks of his modeling career? Because he's totally a male model. From interviews about acting he always seems very surprised/confused that moviegoers think he's sexy (like the "No, no, that's nice, I don't know what to think of that" responses he gives). I get the feeling he could be similarly confused why photographers want to take his picture or dress him up for magazines. Any quotes/insight?


Okay, first I have to thank you for this ask, and I have to apologise for not answering it before. I’ve been thinking about it even since you sent it, because I love these types of things, but they also take me a lot of time because I want to provide as good an answer as possible. Which I’ve now finally sat down to do.

Okay, it turns out it’s a right bitch to find any interview where Adam talks about this to any extensive degree, so I just need to go with what I got.

As far as I can tell, Adam did his first fashion photo shoots in 2012. (If anyone has any different info on this, please let me know, I couldn’t find any before that.) As to his feelings on this, they’re hard to come by, but there’s a few times he’s mentioned this, mostly in interviews when he’s asked about his “unusual looks” (I’m sorry, but it must be simply galling to be asked about this as often as he’s been), like in this interview in The Guardian last year:

What about being a sex symbol?

[Laughs loudly] I have nothing to say about that.

You must have been told before that you have an amazing unusual face? It’s a compliment - not being the standard Hollywood McHunk has worked in your favour.

I have been told before that I have an unusual face. But my face is my face. I had a whole life before acting, over the years. Lots of things have been said about my face.

He also provides some insight in this piece from Stylist Magazine in 2013: 

At 6ft 3in, he cuts a striking figure; his edgy persona and unusual looks having landed him modelling gigs for Gap and Vogue. Today at the Four Seasons, Beverly Hills, he’s casual in white T-shirt and jeans, his previously neat Bieber-esque hair now shoulder length and shaggy. He is pretty goofy, laughing when discussing how his frequently bare torso has been afforded the dubious pleasure of having its own Twitter account.

How does he feel about being objectified? “I haven’t processed that yet. I guess it’s better than people being like, ‘F*ck that guy!’ But I don’t know how to take that on.”


You have a strong screen presence. Is that tapping into something in you?

Maybe I am weird, and that is coming through in a lot of characters! I think with all roles, you bring ‘you’ to them. Every character I play I feel like he is going to put Kleenex in his nose at the end of every scene. But I don’t think about if they are weird. It’s not in my mind to make them unique, it’s just my take, my initial impulse.


You have a very distinct look. How do you feel about that?

I look the way I look. As you get older, you don’t care that much. I am who I am. The military had something to do with that, because you get torn down so much, you grow thick skin. I know I look odd. I never think I look cool! [Laughs]. Because of what I do, the way I look is on the forefront, but you can either let it limit you and go down the rabbit hole of, “Oh God, why don’t I look like that?” or use it to fuel you, like, “What’s wrong with being different?”

How do you feel about fame?

I don’t understand it. It’s all new to me. Being recognised on the street, that’s not a normal thing. So suddenly, when you go places, you find yourself being self-aware like, “Do I have something dangling…?” And everyone has phones. I hate phones. I am suddenly so scared of [camera] phones. It’s a weird adjustment.

(Yes, I know, the Bieber reference is galling, but otherwise it’s a nice piece, I recommend a read.)

I expect we’ve all seen the interview on The Late Night With Stephen Colbert from march this year, where this happened:

(The whole gifset is here.)

He does seem very uncomfortable discussing the Newsweek article. Whether that’s because he really feels insecure, or if it comes from thinking the whole sex symbol thing is ridiculous in general, it’s hard to say. Maybe a bit of both? He strikes me as a man that has a handle on his priorities, and I feel he’d much rather get recognition for the work he does, and not for his looks. 

On the other hand, that may be wishful thinking on my part, especially considering this, Guy Trebay’s now rather infamous NY Times interview, from where some of his more famous quotes stem: 

“I’m like a sight gag,” said Adam Driver, who plays the ugly-handsome, so-awful-to-Hannah-he’s-catnip bad boyfriend from HBO’s “Girls.”

“I have this really big face,” added Mr. Driver, whose powerful head suggests a public monument and whose striking features one writer called “worthy of the Mongolian plains.”

“Costume people are always saying they don’t have clothes big enough for me,” added Mr. Driver, who at 6-foot-3 is a veritable giant in an industry where 5-foot-10 is the median height for heartthrobs.

Whether despite or because of his unusual looks, Mr. Driver finds himself on the eve of the hit cable show’s highly anticipated third season (it returns in January) both a breakout star and, more curious still, an unexpected new favorite of fashion.

Somehow, he also found time to model for a September Vogue pictorial shot in Ireland by Annie Leibovitz and for Gap’s new “Back to Blue” ad campaign, which had its debut in mid-September and marked the brand’s return to TV advertising for the first time since 2009.

“I don’t totally get it,” the actor said one recent morning over coffee at a communal table in a cafe near his home in Brooklyn Heights. “I mean, when I read for ‘Girls,’ I was, like, the script says ‘Handsome Carpenter,’ so someone else is going to get the part. They’ll have someone handsome, not me. I mean, I’m not in any danger of getting leading-man parts.”

Mr. Driver characterizes his “Girls” character, Adam Sackler, in more prosaic terms: “He’s part poet, part rhinoceros and part Neanderthal.”

If all the recent hype, the adulation, the Emmy nomination and the breathless encomiums from the fashion flock have gone to the actor’s head, he does a credible job of concealing it. “The deadly thing in my job is to attach too much meaning to everything,” said Mr. Driver, who in person is thoughtful and unnervingly sincere, and smart enough to take a gimlet-eyed view of the overnight stardom that took him a decade to achieve. “You have to have a sense of humor about yourself.”

Now, apart from the editorial genius of describing him as “ugly-handsome”,

this interview pretty much sums up how he likely feels about his own looks and how he expects the world to react to them. On the other hand, looking at his roles, and photoshoots for that matter, he doesn’t seem to preoccupied with how people view him. And that, to me, is something that makes him even more attractive.

That’s some of my insight, but I thought it would be nice to include some of the things others have said about him, as it also sheds some light on how he’s gotten to be considered such an attractive model. Since it’s a rather long(er) read, I’ve put it under the cut.

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