I really LOVE the Beauty and the Beast remake, but I wish the producers would have included the song "Human Again" where the servants would imagine themselves when the curse was broken and perform the song in their human forms.
Idk if I’m just riding the high of latino ghost rider but the robbie reyes storyline in agents of shield was amazing, down to eli trying to justify himself bc of the microaggression and racism he dealt with for his entire life, and gabriel straight up telling robbie that he was the one that hadn’t moved past gabe not being able to walk. I even loved the deus ex machina of robbie coming back because when do we ever see a latinx character be that.
Like yawn on the android turned evil business but robbie fucking reyes was the highlight of the season.
2015 is the 10 year anniversary of the SNL digital short.
Lazy Sunday was the first. The iconic video was shot in days, on a low-quality borrowed camera. The group spend the night before the show editing it for broadcast, and freaking out.
Lazy Sunday made Youtube, and has been called the video that launched viral videos, with millions of views before it was pulled.
But if you look closely, you can just see a bunch of guys who nobody knew, filming, with no permits and having fun.
Samberg and Parnell walk up to a clerk who has no idea what’s going on..
And start rapping together.
But blink, and you’ll miss it, when they catch her smiling at the camera…
… as Samberg and Parnell ham it up in front of her !
Samberg said the best thing about the video was that, because it was pre-taped, they had no idea how the audience would react to it. When you hear the audience laughing, on the video, you’re hearing the same sounds that the cast heard as they waited- the reaction that told Samberg et. al that they had a hit.
That sounds great! Thanks to steffisteffy for the awesome request.
AU: Mickey in his senior year at high school, after his prom with his girlfriend of one year: Melissa Jones.
Setting: Chicago Diner
POV: Ian and Mickey
Rating: M for Mature :)
Mickey walked into the diner holding Melissa’s hand. She was in a fit of laughter with Mandy beside her. It was around four in the morning, the prom had ended around one, but they had been cruising around Chicago getting drunk and high for a couple hours. The only reason they were taking a break was because the weed had made everyone starving.
Both Mandy and Melissa were both wearing beautiful prom dresses. Mandy’s was black and cut low and only hit her mid-thigh. It was cut tightly to extenuate all the subtle curves of her body. Not that Mickey noticed that kinda shit. Melissa looked nice too, in a beautiful floor length royal.blue gown, her dress was backless and low cut with a slit down the side showing her leg and part of her curved thigh. Mickey liked Melissa okay, she was a nice person and he supposed she was fairly attractive.
Mandy had been asked to prom by one of the senior jocks Jack something-or-other. So the two of them had accompanied Mickey and Mel to and from the prom. Jack walked behind them in silence as they found a booth in the diner. If Mickey had to.describe Mandy’s date in three words they would be ‘boring as fuck’. He didnt say a word in the van, or at the dance. Why the fuck had Mandy even said yes to the shithead?
Mandy was still.giggling as she sat down scooching into the booth. “Did you see Mr. Mack though?” She asked Mel, “He was almost grinding with Christina,”
“Ugh” Melissa replied,wrinkling her nose in disgust, “He’s such a perv..but she’s a slut with daddy issues so who knows…it might work out!” Both her and Mandy burst out laughing again.
Fuck! these girls are wasted! Mickey thought rolling his eyes. That’s when he spotted the redheaded waiter, standing a few inches beside their table. “Hi, welcome to the Chicago Diner,” he said, “My name is Ian, I’ll be your server today. Our special this morning is the belgian waffles served with whipped cream and strawberries. Can I start you all off on some drinks.”
“Can I have a beer?” Mickey asked trying not to check out this dude’s arms, which had beautiful wiry muscles, not that Mickey was looking…much.
“Can I see some ID?” Ian asked raising an eyebrow. Mickey casually pulled out his forged drivers license, and handed it to the waiter. “You’re 31?” He asked looking at the ID.
“Yeah..why you gotta fucking problem with that?”
“Not at all….sir” Ian said laughing, giving back the license to a scowling Mickey. “And for the rest of you?” The girls and Jack gave him their orders and Ian left the table. Mickey again fought the urge to look at the redheads tight ass as he walked away.
Fuck. Mickey didn’t know when he had realized that…there was a chance…he was gay. Mickey fought so hard against his homosexual feelings every day of his life. He fagbashed a different kid practically once a week, trying and beat his own urges and feelings out of him. He never caused them any serious harm, all his victims were able to walk away, but Mickey knew exactly how the world would react if he ever gave in to himself.
As Ian served the other tables in his section he couldn’t help but look back at the short dark haired customer in the tuxedo. There was something in the way he talked to Ian, something in the way he looked at him, that made Ian’s stomach flip. Ian usually hated the late shift, he had started work at midnight and worked until six in the morning. Normally the only people that came in were whores and truckers, and truckers with whores.
Ian continued to stare longingly at him, and found he was looking back at him. They held their gaze for a moment before Mickey turned his gaze back to his menu. Ian smiled to himself, as he refilled a man’s coffee. He couldn’t help but fantasize about those tattooed hands touching him, stroking him, feeling him and squeezing him. He could practically feel the hands all over his body. Ian knew who the boy was too, Mickey Milkovich, they went to the same high school, but they rarely saw each other. Mickey was a year older, in Lip’s grade, and although Ian had always had a kind of fascination with the Milkovich boy…it never turned into anything.
Mickey staring pointedly at his menu, but he wasn’t reading it. He was desperately trying to control himself, trying to think about anything and everything but the cute waiter.
“But that bitch didn’t deserve to be Prom Queen, people only voted for.her cuz she slept with them.” Melissa was saying to Mandy, her flask in hand taking small chugs from it. “And since she’s slept with everyone…”
Mandy laughed aloud. Damn Mandy gets giggly when she’s wasted, Mickey thought to.himself. He had never seen his sister this drunk. He noticed Jack’s hand on her upper thigh and Mickey began thinking about whether or not to drive her home himself, instead of letting her be driven home by ‘Jack the raper.’ Although he rarely showed it, Mickey loved his sister and would protect her from anything…even herself.
Ian came by again setting the drinks on the table, interrupting Mickey’s thoughts. “Two milkshakes, one coffee, and one beer.” Ian said setting Mickey’s beer meaningfully, in front of him. The thug didn’t meet his gaze and still stared transfixed at the menu. “And what would you guys like to eat this morning? ”
“Uhh some pancakes?” Melissa said, handing him the menu.
“I’ll have some scrambled eggs and bacon please,” Mandy said kindly handing him the menu.
Jack mumbled something about a breakfast sandwich and finally Ian turned to Mickey. “And for you?”
“What do you recommend?” Mickey asked, still refusing to look up.
“Well…” Ian said smiling, “Chicago diner is known for having the tastiest breakfast sausage in all of Illinois.”
Mickey blushed into his menu, he couldn’t be certain…but he had a strange feeling that this kid was messing with him. “I’ll just have the waffles.” Mickey mumbled.
Ian took his menu and walked away again, turning back only once to see Mickey staring back at him. Mickey had never felt this way, sure he sometimes had urges….but right now he had a hard-on the size of Texas for this redheaded waiter. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the vodka from Mel’s flask, or the weed… but Mickey could feel himself succumbing to his urges.
Mandy and Melissa were engaged in conversation about some prom shit, and Jack was focusing all his energy in seducing Mandy, so none of them noticed when Mickey got up. He looked meaningfully at Ian as he walked into the handicapped bathroom. Ian grinned as he followed the Milkovich boy to the restroom. The door was open, and the second he walked in Mickey pushed passed him to lock the door. Mickey’s tux jacket hung on the hook and his shirt was already untucked from his pants.
Mickey turned to him breathing heavily, “So how do we do this?” He asked quietly, now that he was finally here, he was beginning to second-guess himself. His thoughts went around his head like a fucking carousel, Does this mean I’m gay? What if someone finds out?
But all thoughts in his head were silenced as Ian zipped open Mickey’s fly. He felt the warm mouth on his dick licking and sucking and Mickey just closed his eyes grasping the sink behind him. All thoughts of his girlfriend were gone, Melissa could not suck at all compared to this Ian kid. "Fuuuck" he moaned quietly his body shaking with desire. He came in the redhead’s mouth, and Ian simply swallowed.
Then Ian unzipped his own fly and tugged Mickey’s pants down to his knees, turning the thug around, and leaning him down over the sink. Mickey closed his eyes tight and whispered, “just go gentle okay?”
Ian hesitated for a moment then he kissed the thug’s shoulder. He didn’t have any lube, but as he spread the thugs cheeks apart he could feel the tremble of longing go through Mickey. Ian slowly and delicately inserted himself into him, starting with just the tip then thrusting slowly in and out. Mickey cried out a moan but he clapped both his hands over his mouth to eliminate the noise.
Ian then grabbed Mickey’s dick and started rubbing gently, to the same rhythm that he was thrusting. Mickey was moaning into his hands, and Ian had one hand on his dick, and the other was on his waist. He moved slowly and softly, and when he came he continued to push himself into him until Mickey burst in his hand.
Mickey pulled his tuxedo pants up slowly. His body ached, but it felt fantastic, he looked at Ian with a new respect, “God damn that was good!”
Ian smiled, and leaned in to give him a kiss, Mickey moved his face away, so Ian just gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks.” Ian grinned, “Always happy to have pleased a customer, but I will be expecting a big tip.”
Mickey laughed his anxiety and reservations almost completely gone, “Here’s a tip… Fuck you!” He said flipping him off.
“I think you just did.” Ian said cheekily, grinning and then to his surprise Mickey leaned in and pulled down his face into a kiss, and this time it was Ian who trembled.
“No, no, listen. You see! A judgement that I made a long time ago is that Shawn Hunter is the best friend that my kid ever had. And I will kill to protect Shawn Hunter from people like you.” – Alan Matthews, Cult Fiction