my favorite few seconds of acting

Okay but I think my favorite character is BatB is the Beast

Dan Stevens is absolutely amazing and his acting was so on point??? I loved it??? It reminded me sooo much of the Broadway musical version that I saw a few years ago. There was so much heart and emotion in his Beast and I adored every second of it. Plus “Evermore” was literally everything to me and the best song of the entire movie.

Me: *takes a deep breath*

Me: I lo-

Anyone who has ever spent 5 seconds around me: yes, you love Trixie Mattel, I know you love Trixie Mattel so much, she’s the highlight of your life, you love her so much, you just love Trixie Mattel, I KNOW, you love Trixie Mattel you fucking love Trixie Mattel ok I know, I get it, YOU LOVE TRIXIE MATTEL, I GET IT

Christmas Miracle

RequestImagine with George Weasley! when the reader sneaking out with him on Christmas Holidays while they are staying at Hogwarts, they are spending whole night together, giving each other smol cute gifts and running away from Flinch (I knooow that Christmas are so far away but I’m reading Philosopher’s Stone and I have those vibes you know 😂). @bluegreyme

Word Count: 2557

Author’s note: TYSM for this request! It now has me in those Christmas feels. Imagine Christmas at Hogwarts xD. It would be soooo much fun to explore an empty castle. I loved writing this, and I hope you love it as well!


Christmas was her favorite season of the year. It has been ever since she was a little girl. The holiday songs, decorations, food, presents, and most importantly snow always filled her heart with warmth during the cold holiday. She had already packed everything up to go home for the holidays, but that was before her Barn Owl came through the dorm window with a letter from her parents stating that they wouldn’t be able to celebrate at home for the Winter holidays. Her parents both had to work throughout the break, and would rather Y/n stay at Hogwarts than be alone.

Now, instead of drinking eggnog and eating sugar cookies by the fire she was forced to spend her holidays at Hogwarts without her usual holiday traditions. Staying at Hogwarts still had it’s perks; The House elves still cooked some amazing food for the few students who did stay, and since the halls were empty it was much easier to explore the castle than usual. However, none of those thoughts were able to put her back in her usual jolly holiday spirit.

She sighed into her palm that was resting against her chin as she pushed around some food on her plate not really having much of an appetite anymore. She was just about to get up to head back to the y/h common room before two identical red-heads sat down on either side of her.

“Y/n, love why the long face? It’s the holidays!” Fred exclaimed while he plopped himself down right beside her with his elbows rested against the table.

George smiled as he rested a hand on the girl’s shoulder, “No one should have a frown on the holidays. Especially not while at Hogwarts over the holidays. I mean have you ever stayed here before? It’s like a haven for us with no one here.”

“Yeah,” started Fred again, “we are able to prank Filch a lot more over the holidays, and the best part-” they both smiled at you before saying in unison, “no classes!”

Y/n’s frown turned up only a little as she whined back, “Look, I appreciate you guys trying to cheer me up right now, but I love Christmas. It’s my favorite time of the year, and now since I can’t participate in my usual holiday traditions…It just doesn’t feel like Christmas.” She pushed her plate away, crossed her arms, and laid her head down on the table. She knew she was acting like a brat, but this was the first year ever that she had to spend Christmas entirely away from home. She only stayed in that position for a second before she abruptly stood up and began to walk away.

Y/n walked only a few feet before she turned back around to address the two again, “I’m sorry, I just really want to be alone with my thoughts so I can fully take in the fact that this really just isn’t Christmas this year. I know I’m a brat just- I’m sorry.” She turned and walked off without a reply from either Weasley twin.

Fred looked at the girl with his face squished together before stating, “geez, I guess that’s what we get for trying to cheer up someone.” He spun around in his seat so he faced the table properly before dishing out some food on a plate.

George however, never took his eyes off the frustrated girl. Instead his mind began to brainstorm of ways to put the cheerful holiday spirit back into Y/n. 


Y/n finally emerged from her bedroom at 11 am the next day. She still had no motivation to do anything, and considering it was Christmas Eve today she really just wanted to sleep the entire day away. However, she couldn’t ignore the grumbling in her stomach any longer. She emerged from the y/h common room door to a surprise, George Weasley was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, head looking up towards the ceiling. 

“George? What are you doing?” She giggled when the boy jumped from the sudden noise breaking the silence he had been sitting in for quite awhile. 

“Bloody hell, don’t scare me like that Y/n.” He pushed himself up off the wall and walk towards her with the corners of his mouth almost touching his ears, “Well, I know how bummed out you’ve been as of late, and I just wanted to spend the day with you to show you how much fun you can still have at Hogwarts.”

Y/n’s small smile turned back into a frown before she answered, “That’s very kind of you George, but honestly I really was just going to grab some food and go back to bed.” She tried to walk around him, but George grabbed her arm before she could get too far away. 

“Please, just let me try Y/n. If you’re not happy by this evening then I’ll leave you alone the rest of break. Deal?” He stuck out his hand offering it to the girl. Y/n moved her right hand forward and connected them together before shaking it up and down.

“Deal.”


“Okay so tell me why this is going to be so funny?” Y/n and George just came back inside the castle from making some snowballs and were now about to attempt to charm them to hit the back of Filch’s head. “Wait, haven’t you done this before?”

“Well, technically yes, but never to Filch. I just feel like it will be twice as funny, because Filch acts like a moron sometimes. Just watch.” They were both hiding behind a curtain that acted as a secret hallway passage. Filch was just starting to walk by when George bewitched a snowball to follow and eventually collide with the back of Filch’s head.

Y/n bit back a laugh as Filch began to turn around frantically searching for whoever just hit him in the head with the ball of snow. Filch walked in circles like a puppy chasing his tail before looking up at the ceiling, and then at Ms. Norris who only purred at the side of his feet. 

Filch shrugged his shoulders and began to walk again before another snowball collided with the back of his head once again. This time Filch let out a gruff, “Who’s there?!” He yelled back down the hall only to be greeted with complete silence. He looked up and spun around again before screaming, “Peeves I swear if that’s you I’ll go to Dumbledore and have you thrown out!” He raised his fist in the air while spinning around looking up at the ceiling again in all directions. 

“Man he really is a complete git.” George whispered with a small chuckle leaving his lips. He looked over at the smiling girl who was now turning red from trying to hold in her laughter. “Do you want to try Y/n?”

“What? Oh I don’t know George. Pranks aren’t usually my area of expertise.” She shrugged and looked back towards Filch trying to contain her laughter as Filch began to ask the pictures around him if they saw anything. 

“Oh Y/n come on this is newbie stuff. Ron could even do this. Come on now.” He placed a snowball in her hand before turning back to look at Filch from the crack in the curtain. Y/n took a deep breath and casted the spell leading it out of the curtain and towards Filch. However, she hadn’t been paying attention to the direction Filch was just facing.

“Y/n no wait!” George whispered yelled, but it was too late. The snowball emerged from behind the curtain and was hurtling towards Filch hitting him square in his nose. Filch was taken aback by the sudden feeling of the snowball colliding with his face, but he recovered in an instant hurtling himself towards the curtain on the wall.

“Run!” George grabbed Y/n’s hand and began to drag her in the other direction towards the curtain at the other end of the hallway. Y/n’s heart began to race from the adrenaline of possibly getting caught, and soon her feet began to run on their own. Once they got to the opposite end of the hallway George threw open the curtain and dashed off to the left towards the staircases. 

“Wait you two! Come back here!” Filch’s screams were getting closer and soon he would catch them.

“George, please tell me that you have some kind of plan?” Y/n’s panic becoming evident in her voice as they ran down the stairs and towards the Hufflepuff common room.

“Well, this isn’t really when I wanted to start my next activity, but just follow me.” George threw open a door Y/n never really paid much attention to before and hurtled herself inside while George was holding it open. After Y/n was safely inside he threw himself in closing the door as he went.

“Master Weasley, it’s so very good to see you again!” Y/n jumped and turned around at the sound of a squeaky little voice coming from behind her. 

“Dobby, it’s good to see you as well, have you ever met Y/n Y/l/n  before?” George nodded in Y/n’s direction while the house elf’s smile grew even bigger.

“Oh, Dobby is so very happy to make new friends. Especially ones of master Weasley’s!” Dobby stepped forward and Y/n held out her hand towards the elf so he could shake it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too Dobby. Might I ask where exactly are we?” she began to look around before she noticed all the cooking wares around the great room.

“Well, you be standing in the kitchens of Hogwarts! Master Y/l/n. It’s where we elves prepare the meals.” Dobby looked up happily towards her before grabbing her hand and pulling her further into the room.

“Say, Dobby, do you mind if me and Y/n use the kitchen for a bit? Then later can we take some snacks?”

“Oh, certainly! Master Weasley, and Y/l/n are always welcome here.” Dobby stated before bowing and walking away towards the other house elves who just look a little disgruntled to see them there.

“Come on, Y/n let’s make some cookies.” George walked over to one of the stoves and turned it on before grabbing some of the ingredients they would need. 

Y/n only stood in her place with a small smile beginning to form on her lips, she coughed and then hid the smile before replying, “No, George you move aside. I only like them a certain way, and you’ll just ruin them I’m sure.”

“Kinda like how you ruined the prank and almost got us caught?”

“Oh- shut up Weasley.”


The two had joked around in the kitchen all afternoon. Preparing the cookies put Y/n back into her usual happy self, and now the two were sitting by the fire in the y/h common room munching on the sugar cookies they had just prepared in the kitchen. The two had been talking in the common room for hours, and it was getting really late into the night, but neither showed signs of tiredness, not yet anyway.

“Okay, so tell me why are you so upset about spending the holiday here?” George sipped some of the cocoa they had stolen from the kitchen and looked deep into her y/c/e eyes.

“Okay, well I told you yesterday George I always have these holiday traditions with my family. They usually consist of; baking about a dozen sugar cookies, decorating the Christmas tree while listening and dancing to holiday music, exchanging goofy gifts on Christmas eve night, and playing in the snow Christmas morning. That’s just to name a few though because we have so many that we do as a family, and it’s just my favorite time of the year, because we are truly all together during this time. It’s always made me so happy to have me and my parents goofing around like that. However, this year I just feel like they wanted to celebrate without me.” Y/n adverted her eyes from George’s and took another small bite out of her cookie.

“Oh that’s rubbish and you know it. Your parents would be more than happy to see you on Christmas! It’s not your fault that they got caught up working. You really shouldn’t be so hard on yourself you know.” He leaned forward and slowly put his arm around the girl and she leaned her head against his shoulder with a sigh.

“Thank you George, I know that they would have me at home if they could and I know I’m being a brat about it all. I just can’t help it because I really just wish everything would slow down. I feel like I’m growing up too quickly and I don’t want those little traditions to end you know?” Y/n picked her head up from his shoulder to look into his eyes. A small blush grew on her face as she gazed and took in all his handsome features. The light of the fire was illuminating his face so his eyes sparkled, his nose had a hint of red to it, and his hair was perfectly cascading over his eyebrows. He looked so dreamy right then. 

“Well, new traditions can always be made you know?” George turned his face to look directly at the girl, his face leaning in towards hers as he finished, “I don’t know about you, but I liked the little traditions we made today.”

Y/n gasped as she slowly leaned up towards his red lips as she licked her own wetting them, “me too.” she whispered before their lips softly touched. 

Soon, George’s hand went to the back of Y/n’s neck bringing her face closer to his as he pushed his tongue through his mouth attempting to gain access to the inside of hers. Y/n eagerly gave him access as she slowly laid back against the armrest of the couch, George following her every movement gradually moving on top of her.

Their tongues danced on the inside of each other’s mouths as Y/n ran her hands underneath his shirt feeling his abs on her fingertips before slowly moving their way to his back. George received shivers at the sudden feeling of her warm fingertips grazing along his back. He had wanted to kiss her for so long, and this was quite possibly the best present he ever received.

All too soon though the kiss was broken by Y/n who had desperately needed to come up for air, “That is certainly one tradition I hope sticks around.” She giggled between breaths as George shifted his body to lie parallel with the back of the couch wrapping his arms around the girl in the process. Y/n shifted her body so that her back was pressed against George’s front side, so she could be his little spoon.

“I will make sure that this tradition sticks from here on out.” He laughed and kissed the back of her neck before nestling into her hair. The two where just about asleep before Y/n finally noticed it was well past midnight. She tapped his hand lightly gaining a small “hmph” from him in response.

“George, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas love.” George whispered back before the two fell asleep next to the dying fire on the couch on the best Christmas Eve night she ever had. 

I noticed this fandom has a severe lack of good Misako headcanons, so here’s a few of mine:

-Misako seems pretty chill most of the time but holy crap if Lloyd literally does anything she’s like “THAT’S MY SON!! MY BABY BOY!! LOOK AT HIM GO!!” and she’s super supportive.

-She acts as like a second mom to Nya and Kai a lot and is quite supportive of them too. Heck, if she could she would hang everything the team does up on the refrigerator she would.

-She loves photography and her favorite place to take photos of is the forest near the volcano and Stiix on rainy days.

-She’s a huge history nerd (well, of course, she’s an archaeologist) and loves telling the ninja stories of things from long ago. She will also completely destroy you in history trivia and debates about events in history.

-She likes listening to old classical music and basically traditional music, but surprisingly, Lloyd got her into 80’s metal and pop.

-She’s not the best cook, but she tries to make up for it by helping the others with cooking the best she can.

-Nya often goes to her for emotional support and Misako often checks in on her to see if she’s doing okay if she’s having an off day.

-She tries to stay up to date with memes and usually doesn’t understand them, but she tries her best.

-She and Wu are best friends but become mortal enemies while playing games like chess.

-This is the third time I’ve said this but she’s really supportive??? She loves all her kids??


Feel free to add on!

anonymous asked:

Alright, I got 2 things. 1: Are we gonna see The Host/my fucking nightmare? 2: Have you ever acted creepy while using this account because of your username?

Ever since we saw the Host back in Markiplier TV (who has been one of my favorite characters since I first saw Danger in Fiction series) his video is the one I’m the MOST excited to see. I really, REALLY hope that we see him again soon.

Will it be another DiF series- a ‘real’ Chapter 3 perhaps? Will we learn what happened to his eyes? Why he was sitting at Dark’s right hand side at that table? Is he in control of everything he narrates about or does he simply predict whatever will happen in the next few seconds/ minutes?

There’s so much that could be done with his character. I want to see more with him.

… My username? “Act” creepy?

Nah. Not really. :P

For @redbookpanda for the @tfcfemslashnet gift exchange - this is roughly based on the idea of Lailvarez and the worst first date ever, but also…pretty much nothing like that at all? Anyway, hope you enjoy!


“Man, I haven’t been down this way in so long,” Alvarez commented, watching crowds of people push past each other on the sidewalk in their rush to get home. She paused at a hot dog stand, watching with intrigue as a woman fed a piece of her sausage to an excited golden retriever. The dog tracked the woman’s hand with its entire head, panting from the summer heat, ear twitching and tail wagging.

Laila looked up at her voice and sighed. “Eyes on the prize, babe,” she said, gently tugging Alvarez back on track. “There’ll be plenty of dogs to pet later.”

Alvarez grinned and let herself be led through the crowds of people rushing home from work, pressing up against her girlfriend to avoid getting trampled. “I’m serious, though. I haven’t been here since, what? That time at Green Door when Jeremy tried to push all the tables together and go sock-sliding on them? Hey, is that where we’re going now? Because I am one hundred percent down for their nachos, babe. I have been deprived of good nachos for way too long.”

“Hush,” Laila said, leading them onto a side street. The sidewalks were noticeably emptier than on the main road, although the street was packed with cars trying to avoid the traffic. Alvarez kept her arm pressed against Laila’s. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

As it turned out, they did end up at Green Door, and Alvarez immediately abandoned Laila with a delighted cheer to wander around the bar and examine the decorations.

“Look, babe, they kept it!” she called, pointing at a set of bagpipes on a ledge. Laila looked up from where she was chatting quietly with a waitress and raised her eyebrows.

“We’re not stealing it,” she said. “Do you want to give Old Woman Candice another reason to have us kicked out?”

“We wouldn’t have to play it,” Alvarez said. “Just hang it on a wall somewhere. Show off your Scottish heritage.”

“I’m sure my one Scottish ancestor would be thrilled,” Laila said drily, leaving the waitress with a nod and making her way to a table near the back. “Now come on, I ordered ahead.”

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anonymous asked:

Were you always obsessed with Snape?

I love telling this story. It’s like those stories people tell about when they met.

Short answer- not always

Long answer-

I always liked Snape as a character. I got into the books later than others. I was twelve, so about seven years ago. I checked all seven books out because my mama didn’t raise no weakling.

I read the first book & said “"this is really good.” My favorite character at the time was Ron, but I thought Severus was pretty cool. So I went onto CoS and liked him more. PoA and GoF are the ones that drew me in. 

He was just so interesting to me. So petty, yet with good reason. And learning he used to be a Death Eater? I was just !! Really, there are no words. I knew he was a vital character, and he was slowly becoming my favorite. 

After reading GoF, I began to watch some of the films. Philosopher’s Stone was great and I thought Alan Rickman (or as I didn’t know his name then “deep voiced guy”) was a wonderful choice in casting. I started liking his character more because of this. Then it happened.

I watched CoS and became surprised. As I watched, I found myself thinking “"ok but Snape is kinda hot.” Remember, I was twelve, thirteen at best. I couldn’t tell anyone because what would they think???? So, hoping I wouldn’t feel as much attraction to him if I kept reading instead, I read OotP.

SHIT HIT THE FAN. I was just so in love with this character. Reading his worst memory, I was thinking “there has gotta be something important about Lily in his life.” And his hatred for Umbridge was so relatable. I was thinking “"forget Ron, forget Lupin. Severus Snape is my favorite character.”

I literally began to search for fanfictions about him, I even made one my best friends because she loved Snape, too. I watched PoA and was turned on amazed by how wonderful Alan was as Snape. When I watched GoF, I couldn’t get over the part when he cockblocked a bunch of students during the Yule Ball. OotP intrigued me because “Obviously” was just hilarious. And I felt so bad for him with his memory. I was just like “bb NO ITS OKAY.”

Then I read HBP and was shooketh. I could not comprehend any of it. I wasn’t attached to Dumbledore, but D A M N. And learning he was the Half-Blood Prince? I was shocked. But I did not hate his character. I knew there had to be a reason, at least I hoped there was.

Watching the movie version, I realized that no, I could not hate his character because he looked so hesitant. And damn Alan just looked too good in this movie. I immediately read Deathly Hallows because I needed answers,

That book killed me, burned my crops, and took my water supplies. That BOOK was my everything. I was so relieved to see who Snape really was but I can’t lie. I threw that damn book across the room and sobbed during The Prince’s Tale. Severus deserved so much better. I still get emotional talking about it.

I didn’t want to watch either part of DH because I knew what to expect, but I got through the first part okay. But I screamed, cried, and had to take a few minutes before I could finish the second part. Alan’s acting was just too real. 

After that, I kept rereading and rewatching just to see parts with Snape in it. I could not get over the character he was. Everything about him was just truly amazing. I read fanfictions, wrote/write some fanfictions, looked at fan art, etc. Then I decided to tell my mom that I thought Alan Rickman was gorgeous, for some reason. But, according to her, she knew I already thought that.

And to this day he is still my favorite character and I’m still amazed by his character development. There are so few characters like him. And to think, none of this would have mattered to me if I hadn’t decided to tell myself to read all seven books within two months (which I did.) 

So no, I wasn’t always obsessed. But the obsession happened pretty early on.

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10 (anti) parallels of My most favorite episode / My least favorite episode

Dedicated to my dear BFF @devilishly-handsome-pirate thanks for another great request Querida!

So up until the mid season finale aired, my least favorite episode was “Manhattan”, but after that fiasco we’ve seen in that episode, I had to push it for second place. Now after doing this parallel, I’m glad that I did, because this parallel between the most epic, well built, well presented adventure, and the ridicules episode we’ve seen a few weeks ago had to be made.

During my preparation of the gifs, I came once more to the conclusion that what bothered me the most in that episode was that every single one was acting so out of character besides Regina. 

Emma who was the most unlikely version of princess Emma who grew with her parents, King David and Queen Snow that raise their daughter to give up and surrender,  David in the real reality that yelled at Hook and blamed him for not knowing where Emma might have gone, Hook who seat around waiting for Regina to bring Emma back, all calmed down and relaxed. No one (again, except Regina) was acting like themselves.

On the other hand, the season 3 finale brought out from each character his best version of himself/herself. Especially for Emma and Hook of course. For Emma there was a before and after this adventure. She grew so much and learned about herself and her emotions. Hook was being the hero once more and now in the most epic way to that day.

There’s even nothing to compare between the writing of these two episodes. In the season 3 finale there was so much thought given to every single detail. I don’t think there was one plot hole in it. While in the last episode there were so many things that didn’t add up, and felt like disrespect for the viewers and the fans.

All that is left for me to say is that I wish someday the show will be able to repeat the amazement of the season 3 finale. Nothing will give me more pleasure than to have another episode to call my most favorite and push this one to second place.

Send me a parallel/anti-parallel and I will turn it into a 10 parallels gifset

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kerasines  asked:

What's your favourite time the members of One Direction lied to us

My favorite glorious lie is the time Harry and Louis were asked point blank “but you’ve kissed, right?!” And they both sit there sputtering for a few seconds before making the silliest ballet acting disgusted faces and saying “…no?” Lmao 😂

Our french mistake is not a mistake - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Our french mistake is not a mistake (Way too long title. Not really good either, but it will make sense in the end)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 2,517

Warnings: None

Summary: The french mistake is taking place not in season 6 but in season 9, with Dean having The mark of Cain, you accompanying the brothers in their journey in another universe and a slight twist that nobody expects. Balthazar sends you all in another place for a different reason than in the show.

A/N: Was planning on uploading this a lot later but I want to give you something nice when my birthday, next week, comes and I really want you to like it. Just a beautifully sad and cute story as a gift to you on my birthday. Anyway, really hope you enjoy this! xx’

“CUT!” somebody’s voice was heard and you, Dean and Sam all looked up around you. You were all confused at seeing that you were not outside Bobby’s house, just like you thought you’d be after jumping out of the window.

“Jensen, Jared, (Y/n) amazing job guys! We’re taking a five minute break till we start the next scene!” the same voice was heard and you frowned at hearing your name being called. You didn’t know the man that sat on the chair and gave the instructions but he obviously knew you.

And who the hell were Jensen and Jared?!

“Oh no” Sam let out a breath and you turned to look at him frowning.

“Come on! You’ve got to be kidding me, right?! Where the hell are we now?!” Dean shouted frustrated and you turned to look at him with a worried look.

“Dean, what’s going on?” you asked and he merely groaned “Are you alright?” you added and he nodded.

“Yes, I am. Balthazar on the other hand will be dead meat when I get him on my hands!” he groaned and you frowned.

“What has Balthazar to do with…” you started but trailed off as soon as realization down on you.

“He sent us in another freaking universe?!” you screamed in shock, earning a few weird looks from members of the crew.

“No shit Sherlock!” he retorted and you merely glared at him.

“Hey, it’s not my fault. I’m not the one that pissed him off after all!” you pointed a finger at him and he just rolled his eyes.

“So what do we do now?” Sam asked, looking at you.

“Well, I think we should find out a few things about this place and-” you started but were cut off by a man coming by your side.

“Jensen, Jared, (Y/n). Come on guys, we need to start the next scene in a few seconds. Get a move” he said and before either one of you could say anything, he slapped Dean’s ass.

Sam’s and your eyes widened, and you had a hard time not laughing at the shock written all over Dean’s face.

“Come on” he said and this time you and Sam burst out laughing at seeing Dean run as fast as possible towards where the man pointed, clearly fearing that the guy would repeat his previous action.

You followed Dean, all the while looking around you and trying to understand where you might be. What surprised you even more was the fact that the place where the man had told you to go was… the main room of the bunker.

“What… the hell?” you breathed out, looking around you with wide eyes.

“What the actual hell is this place?” Dean said.

“The… bunker?” Sam said with confusion, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ok listen up, folks. We’re going to have to postpone shooting this scene for a while. Some technical problems. You just wait for a while til we fix them.” the same man that was in the chair spoke now.

Before any of you could say anything, you felt yourselves being dragged to different directions. You were pulled away by some girl, who made you sit in front of a mirror before she started putting make up on you. Or more like removing some make up from you and reapplying some, in a better way this time. The weird thing was that… you didn’t remember having put on any make up this morning. Or even these days, for that matter.

You could no longer see Dean or Sam, and couldn’t either find them after the girl let you leave. You searched and searched but only managed to spot… Castiel?

“Cas? Cas!” you exclaimed as he turned to look at you and you run towards him.

“Oh dear, you have no idea how happy I am to see you Cas.” you said and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

What surprised you, though, was the fact that he wrapped his arms around you, too.

You pulled away and looked at him frowning, but brushed the thought off “Cas you ok?” you asked with a small smile.

“Oh yeah, I’m perfectly fine. (Y/n).” he winked at you and you frowned more.

You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by Cas chuckling “Man, what’s wrong with all of you today? Jensen and Jared acted all weird just a few seconds ago and-” he started but you cut him off.

“Who the hell are you?” you all-but-shouted, immediately pulling away from him.

The guy, obviously not Castiel, looking at you with a funny face “Uh Misha? Your co-star and overlord?” it came out more like a question.

“Are you ok (Y/n)? How come my biggest and most favorite minion forgot me?” he put a hand on your forehead looking at you with a small fake pout. Though there still was some worry in his eyes.

“Uh yeah, yeah I’m fine… Misha” you said his name reluctantly and he grinned.

Man, it was so weird to see him smile like that.

“Can you, uhm, tell me where Jensen and Jared went?” you asked, trying to seem believable.

“Oh they went at the set. Come with me, that’s where I’m heading” he grinned more and put a hand around your shoulders, leading you to where Sam and Dean were.

You smiled at him, though it was more of an awkward and uncomfortable smile than a relaxed one. He frowned at your weird behavior for a split second but it was soon replaced by his usual grin.

~~~

“Of all the things he could come up with, he sent us in a universe where we are actors?!” you heard Dean groan and immediately broke free from fake Castiel’s grasp. Giving him a polite smile and making your way towards Dean and Sam.

“Yeah, well what’s even more weird is the fact that since it is Balthazar we’re talking about and not Gabriel, this… is real. This does exist but we did not know it… till now, at least” Sam said shrugging and Dean groaned more.

“How do we get out of here though?” you asked as you approached them and they both turned to look at you.

“We don’t know” Sam sighed, shaking his head.

“We have to leave immediately, though. I mean, first I see Baby broken into pieces. Then I find out I am a painted whore. After that I learn that my name is Jensen freaking Ackles. I mean, really?! What’s wrong with names here? A-and you are something called a Jared Padalecki? You’re Polish and we’re not even related! And as if those were not enough, we find out that our lives are a freaking TV show in which we actually have to act! I mean come on! Really?!” Dean whined and you had a really hard time not bursting out laughing. It sounded all so surreal but it was in fact real.

Silence followed for a while but then your snickering broke it.

Sam gave you a bitch face and you just shrugged innocently “Sorry it’s just… Padalecki? Ackles? And you’re actors? This is just pure gold, guys! We have to stay here for a while” you said and laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want (Y/n), but if I’m not mistaken you’re an actor as well. Which means that you are going to have to act too” Dean said, trying to get you to be less happy about your situation because it was clearly getting on his nerves.

“Eh, fine by me. It would be fun anyway” you shrugged and it seemed to tick him off more.
“Whatever” he groaned more.

He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by somebody’s voice “Ok guys, take your places. We’re getting started” he said and a woman pushed you out of the setting.

Dean groaned more, clearly irritated by the whole situation, but took his place nonetheless. He didn’t seen really happy about everything that was going on and you knew very well that he actually wasn’t. The fact that he still had The mark of Cain had a big effect on him. It made him see everything that was happening just as something tiring and nothing else. Just an extra burden, having to go through all of this just because Balthazar wanted to play games with them. Something that would just make him even more of a wreck. Tired and not have the strength to go through anything, to do anything. Which is why you also wanted to stay for a while at this place.

You could clearly see the effect that The mark had on Dean and it totally broke you, seeing the man you loved more than anything being torn apart on the inside. He didn’t know how you felt about him and you were never going to admit your feelings to him. You were afraid that he did not feel the same and that would make things totally messed up if you said anything. The only thing you could do was be there for him. Talking hours on end about how he felt and comforting him when he had had too much drinks and was on the verge of giving up. Every time you were there. Ready to hold him and listen to him saying things that he was most afraid of, things that he never even said to Sam. You just were there when he needed you. Even when he didn’t speak. You just had to look into his eyes to see the pain he felt on the inside to know that he needed you. He needed you to hold him and comfort him that everything was going to be ok. It was not going to be ok, really, but you had convinced yourself, hoping, that that’s how it was going to be.

Trying every time you got the chance to make him laugh. Rarely managing to see him smile sincerely, even if it was for a few seconds, but actually achieving it. And that’s why you were also excited about this little journey of yours in another universe. You hoped that it would be a break from your routine and the constant hunting and it would be good for Dean to relax even for just a while. Something to take his mind off of things and even… make him feel a little bit better. You were really hoping to achieve that. Because even if it wasn’t really obvious, you could see that Dean was in a… good mood. Making jokes and all. Not that he wouldn’t be like that before you got here but, it just seemed as if Dean was truly in a good mood. Hell, he even seemed to be enjoying the whole acting thing. Even though he complained about it.

You smiled at seeing him try to act but fail miserably. He tried to make a stern face, but ended up doing something that looked more like of a duck face than Dean-expression. You put a hand in front of your face as he missed to say his line once again. Even after the director tried to help him more than once or twice he still failed to remember what he had to say or when to do so. You put a hand in front of your mouth to muffle your laughter at seeing Misha push away the make up artist before she could even finish her work. That man was totally crazy. Definitely not how you imagined the actor playing Castiel to be. Not that you even had imagined your lives being a TV show. No, never.

“If-if there is a key, then -then there must be-” Sam said, making weird motions with his hands.

“CUT!” the director, Robert you had found out his name was, shouted exasperated.

“What the hell is wrong with you guys today?!” he asked with a groan and Sam and Dean remained silent, not saying a single thing.

“Yeah, really. I thought you were pretending and all, but guys this is crazy even for me.” Misha said and sighed “You haven’t gotten even one scene right. What’s wrong anyway?” he added, frowning.

Dean and Sam looked at each other, eyes almost wide. Just like yours. The laugh had faded away and the smile vanished from your face. You had to come up with something really quick. Something. Anything to clear out any suspicions and break the way-too-awkward silence.

A beeping sound was heard and then a sigh. Robert spoke up.

“Doesn’t matter, anyway.” he said “That’s it for today guys. Shooting’s over.” he shouted to everybody else and sighs of relief could be heard all around, along with some “Finally"s.

Robert came up to you and put a hand on your shoulder "You better get those two to get some rest (Y/n). I don’t know what’s gotten into them today but I certainly don’t like it. So, please, make sure that they relax and do whatever needed to get them back in action. Please” he said and you gave him a small smile.

“Don’t worry, Bob. I’m sure it’s going to over by tomorrow” you said and he nodded with a sigh.

You started making your way towards Sam and Dean before Bob’s voice stopped you “Oh (Y/n)” you turned to look at him “Genevieve said they’ll be here in a while.” he said and you frowned. You did not understand what he meant, or who Genevieve even was, but nodded nonetheless. Faking a small smile. You turned and walked towards Dean and Sam.

“What did he say?” Sam asked referring to yours and Bob’s previous conversation.

“He asked for me to sort-of keep an eye on you two. He didn’t seem to be suspecting anything, so that’s good. But we’d better just get going” you said and Dean nodded immediately.

“Yeah, I totally agree with that one. Let’s get outta here. Now!” he said and immediately made his way out of the set. You and Sam quickly following suit.

“What, didn’t you enjoy it?” you asked sarcastically and he just glared at you.

“It’s not as enjoyable as it seems” he grumbled and Sam quickly added a “Yeah”

“It did take your mind off of things, though. Hm?” you mumbled slowly and he looked at you. A blank, tired-looking expression on his face.

He let out a sigh, looking down as you walked and then back at you, a small smile forming on his lips “Yeah, yeah it did”

You smiled softly at him and he looked at you with the same gaze.

“I’m glad then” you mumbled, brushing a hand on his arm. You locked eyes for a while, just gazing at each other. Forgetting about everything and everyone.

“Uhm guys?” Sam’s voice broke your staring and you Dean quickly broke eye contact, realizing how weird that must have seemed.

Dean looked at Sam who had a bewildered look on his face. Though it was not about what had just happened between you and Dean.

He was looking at something else.

aliensfordonuts  asked:

Chloe/Nino

Nino looked up as Chloe dropped a thick file on his desk. “What’s that?”

“That,” Chloe said smugly, “is a twenty-point list for getting back in the good graces of one Gabriel Agreste.”

Nino flipped open to the first page. “‘Find an excuse to complain within earshot about the state of Givenchy post-Hepburn’,” he read, his eyebrow raising skeptically as he did.

“Follow that list and you’ll be Gabriel’s favorite friend of Adrien’s within a few weeks,” Chloe said confidently. “Well… second favorite, anyway,” she amended.

Nino began to grin. “You must really care about me, to put all this together.”

Chloe scoffed. “As if. This was a completely selfish act on my part, I assure you.”

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

Chloe shrugged. “The Gabriel brand is hosting a fundraiser gala in a month, and you can’t very well take me if you’re banned from the premises, can you?” Before Nino’s brain could reboot from this bombshell enough to formulate a response, Chloe had leaned over, kissed his quickly-reddening cheek, and flounced out of the classroom.

continuousspec  asked:

Character ask for Fallout OC of your choice?

Send me a character and I’ll answer these!!
Sole Survivor: Ruby Irving

1: sexuality headcanon: Biromantic demisexual
2: otp: Ruby/Piper
3: brotp: Ruby/Nick
4: notp: Ruby/Kellogg or something? Lol
5: first headcanon that pops into my head: As you might gather from the picture above, she’s a massive Silver Shroud fangirl
6: favorite line from this character: (while cooking a radroach here) “Still wondering why I didn’t try this recipe back in my days of being a housewife.”
7: one way in which I relate to this character: I also act like a fool around pretty ladies
8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: I don’t really do self-inserts but she’s probably the closest I have to one, so there are a few things lmao, such as her fangirling when it’s not really appropriate
9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: Problematic cinnamon roll

Tomarry/Harrymort Fanfiction:

I realize a lot of people don’t ship this, but most of the fanfiction are simply amazing and wonderful and heartbreaking. (Most of these tend to be long, psychological dramas.)

Check these out:

47 Days to Change (a translation) by snow_owl01

Harry Potter and Tom Riddle are nemesis, born adversaries, prophesied leaders of opposite fractions.

2001 to 1932, forty-seven days to change the fate of the Dark Lord.

This is a ‘Harry travels back in time to raise Tom’ story. An unfortunate tale of one man’s failed attempt to mold young Tom into a decent, law-biding citizen. Instead, as Fate will have it, young Tom grows up to become the same twisted psychopath, who is hell-bent on winning the love of his adoptive father. Harry’s consent be damned.

(Another must read!)

The Train to Nowhere by MayMarlow

In a world where Voldemort’s victory brought forth the golden age of pureblood supermacy, young Harry - an average Durmstrang student - grows surrounded by the same propaganda that has become the gospel truth of the Wizarding World. Injustice is a norm and racism is not only accepted, but actively encouraged. Embracing the status quo becomes harder when Harry finds himself in a train station where the living should not dwell, and a dangerous friend who goes by the name “Tom”.

(This fic: You need to go read it. Seriously-It’s among one of my top favorites, errors are few and easily overlooked, and the plot is amazing. I love all of MayMarlow’s fics.)

Lithium by Suzan Gray (S19)

The smallest change in details can lead to vastly different outcomes. When Harry finds Tom Riddle’s diary in his second year, he befriends the entity that resides within. This simple act results in a ripple effect that tears the story as we know it apart, causing a descent into the madness that is the human psyche.

(Recently updated and still ongoing!)

In Death, Standby by Sophisme

After the infamous massacre of the Potters, young Harry Potter went missing. It doesn’t really help that years later he turns up again, a bit darker, stranger and more erratic than anyone had hoped for. But Harry hardly cares, since in the end it’s his decision on which side he will fight; Dark, Light or no side at all.

A Snake Named Voldemort by estalita11

After being turned into a snake and unable to change back, Lord Voldemort is forced to turn to the only other living Parselmouth, Harry Potter. After making a deal, Harry agrees to help the Dark Lord return to his human form. SLASH HP/LVTMR

AU Twists by The_Fictionist

Various different prompts or AU Tomarry oneshots that come into my head, because I need some place for them. Includes sirens, fairytale twists, and numerous other things which I am currently working on.

(Paper-ramblings!)

Words Fail by NeaMarika

Fighting a heroic battle in a room full of mysterious time pieces is not a smart thing to do.

– Death of Today » by Epic Solemnity

 COMPLETE LV/HP: Raised in a Muggle orphanage, Harry arrives at Hogwarts a bitter boy. Unusually intelligent, he’s recruited by the Unspeakables and the Death Eaters at a young age. As he grows older, he constantly has to struggle to keep his footing around a manipulative and bored Dark Lord, who fancies mind games and intellectual entertainment. (Currently being re-edited.)

To Kill You With A Kiss » by Paimpont

After Dumbledore’s death, Harry searches for answers in the Pensieve. But something goes wrong. Trapped inside a memory, Harry finds himself at Hogwarts in 1945 where an 18 year old Tom Riddle is teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. SLASH. Complete.

(I only read half, but it’s awesome. Go try it out.)

Love’s Loathing » by The Fictionist

 Lord Voldemort is the head of Magical Britain. Harry Potter is a rebel leader in charge of the last scraps of resistance against his regime. Things would be difficult enough even if they hadn’t once been lovers.

(Once again, paper-ramblings-We’re all waiting for the much anticipated April Fool’s one-shot.)

To the Waters and the Wild » by Paimpont

While flying back from Godric’s Hollow, Hagrid accidentally drops baby Harry over a wild forest. Harry is raised by rebel fairies until his Hogwarts letter arrives. The Dark Lord is in for a surprise… HP/LV romance. SLASH.

(I’ve only read a bit, but the style is very unique and very…romantic.)

The Courtesan » by Drops of Nightshade

 In the prejudiced world where the Dark Lord won, Harry Potter is part of the servile caste, the lowest caste in the new society. Resigned to a life of servitude as a Courtesan, Harry is instead drawn under the wing of the Dark Lord himself. Between the scheming Order and his powerful benefactor, Harry finds himself steadily drawn deeper into the growing conflict. Eventual LV/HP.

(Not my favorite, nor my type, but it’s a interesting read and Drops of Nightshade has a sequel-The Consort of something of that elk out.)

 – YumeNoTsuzuki’s Harrymort Prompts

(This series contains all kinds of interesting prompts; I’ve read most of them.)

The Elements of Lordship by RenderedReversed

A disgruntled Lord Voldemort is forced into fulfilling one of his many duties—saving a princess, at least once. Confirmed that a relatively old castle houses a captured damsel, he makes his way over—only to be stolen away by his unknown foe instead.

(A relatively short story, but still very interesting.)

The Spellmaker by SonnyGietzel

Latin; a dead language with no practical applications except perhaps the deciphering of old texts and as a particularly quaint party trick.

Thankfully, as Harry finds out, Latin is not as dead as he was first taught when he decided to learn the language. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, of course; he loved Latin, and would have been proud to know it even had it been as useless as it was pretty. But in the world of Wizards, the world of Magic, Harry realizes his rare talent with words is particularly valuable in the highly complicated and controversial subject of Spell Creation, a subject he soon becomes enamored with despite having to hide his interest from everyone.

Besides, it’s not like he’s going Dark, after all.

(This fic is only 13 chapters long, and hasn’t been updated in a while; Still fantastic, though.)

Little Seer » by HuskyWalker

Voldemort won the first war. Harry is happy to live as an unnoticed squib at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, visions and rebels don’t allow that and Harry soon catch the attention of the dark lord.

 (Never finished this, but good enough!)

All For Show » by Cannibal Incorporated

Draco is sure he accidentally touched one of his father’s illegal artifacts and is hallucinating as a result. Why else would he be seeing Harry-Bloody-Potter prancing around his house with Lord-Bloody-Voldemort? LV/HP

Figments Forever » by nat rulz

 Love, the most powerful force on earth. Voldemort, the most powerful Dark Lord ever. Vendo Diligo, the most potent love potion that exists. Harry Potter, the unfortunate victim subjected to all three. Emotions are wicked things. Slash. FIN!

(Barely remember this one, but eh.)

47 Days to Change (a translation) - One-shot by snow_owl01

One-shot in the 47 Days to Change universe, written by the original author, but not as a part of the main plot. SLASH. TR/HP. WARNING: Explicit Sexual Content, Angst, Non-Con, Rape, MPreg. Proceed with caution.

In a future where Voldemort won the war, he kept Harry Potter imprisoned as his pet — as his beautiful prize.

Oswald the Ottoman » by lunakatrina

 Voldemort never saw this coming! Harry aquires an ottoman…AU, ignores DH and most of HBP for it’s own sanity

(Not exactly LVHP or Tomarry, but very humorous.)

Future Imperfect by Lady Azar de Tameran

One Shot. AU. A world in which Voldemort wins. And honestly wishes he hadn’t. Time travel. Potential future slash.

Will update with more later!

My wonderful anon,

I so appreciate you bringing this moment up in more detail because, well, I have a lot of detail that I could go into and I’ve been lowkey waiting for a chance since… basically the first time I saw this livestream!!!

You are absolutely right that it’s not just Jaebum being jealous! There’s some definite jealousy on Youngjae’s side too because of the adorable Markbum interaction, and then Jinyoung comforting him once he stops giving Mark heart eyes and notices Youngjae sulking slightly, and that’s when Jaebum notices and starts getting jealous, and just… there’s so much in just this 30 seconds. But are you also aware of the other 16 minutes of this Vlive?? Because this whole livestream is one of my two absolute favorite vlive videos, and we need to talk about it!! 

Honestly, as the hardcore ot4 trash (and YugBam fan) that I am, I could go on and on about every moment of this video, but I’m going to attempt to focus on the 2jae bits since that’s where this began and I need to give myself some limits or I’ll go on forever I did anyway… SO LET’S JUMP IN WITH MY FAVORITE 2JAE MOMENTS AND THEN WE’LL TAKE IT FROM THE TOP! 

Keep reading

     — HAVEN SENTENCE STARTERS

  • “Okay, what am I going to do? Pull out another gun?”
  • “And… meteor showers are better naked.”
  • “Okay, you know what, I admit it. This weird stuff, it kind of does turn me on.”
  • “Want to be a local? Helps to look like one.”
  • “It all started when I was 5 years old. My unicorn got run over by a tractor. “
  • “I think it’s very sweet you still say ‘making out’.”
  • “You were just talking about werewolves a few seconds ago, but witches are out of bound?”
  • “There was winkage.”
  • “So, what? You’re gonna chop her head off with a hatchet? “
  • “Do you have a favorite nut?”
  • “It’s in my supernatural shadow guide. It says, hold on. Yep we’re screwed.”
  • “Are you crying? ‘Cause crying will not be tolerated.”
  • “I’m off like a dirty shirt.”
  • “Champagne for my real friends. Real pain for my sham friends.”
  • “I remember you really liked the Pet Shop Boys.”
  • “Ah, screw it. Normally I’d try to act all manly, but, yeah, I’m terrified. Why do you ask?”
  • “What are you thinkin’, did I use my magic wand or maybe my tricorder?”
  • “Too many cops in one room.”
  • “Why would I need a plan? I’ve got you.”
  • “Hey, no judgements. He’s a handsome guy.”
  • “Okay, so who’d you piss off this time?”
  • “I’m secretly afraid of bananas, I don’t like surfing naked, and deep down in my heart I know that bigfoot is real.”
  • “Hey, I know a person who does green cards.”
  • “You have always been so good to me.”
  • “I’d shake your hand, but I’m pretty much dying.”
  • “This doesn’t have to get ugly. I walk out of here, it’s over.”
  • “So what do you think? Clones? Ghosts? Zombies are trendy.”
  • “Maybe when you get here you can explain to me why I’m in a Santa costume.”
  • “What a waste of a good cooler.”
  • “It is not your fate to be executed for something you didn’t do.”
  • “I’m secretly afraid of bananas.”
  • “The guy threw a manhole cover at me, okay? I’m just sayin’.”
  • “You and I are nothing alike. I care about people.”
  • “You have to make a choice. Destroy us all, or save yourself.”
  • “This whole thing would work a lot better if I wasn’t the only one who could see it.”
  • “Merry Christmas. You know, I’m flexible this year — naughty and nice.”
  • “This is not helping! Will you please stop acting like a lovesick child?”
  • “I gotta tell you, if I were gonna have to live multiple lives, I would have picked someplace more exotic, you know? Warmer climate- Bali, Costa Rica, Hong Kong.”
  • “I was trying to protect you.”
  • “How is it that I call you guys, and I end up spending the night in jail?”
  • “He could be on the other side of that door and all I can think about is, I should have worn my other pants.”
  • “If you can’t win at the game, you change the game.”
  • “If you, or someone else, comes at me in a way that I don’t like, I’ll rip them apart.”
  • “No, look, I kept a low profile, okay? I know the rules.”
  • “What I wanna know is where are my client’s crayons? Where are my client’s video games? Where is my client’s call with Justin Bieber? You got rights, kid.”
  • “I’m not gonna let this be our last night. I’m not giving up.”
  • “If I was gonna ditch you, I would’ve done it before I had to flash that orderly my boobs.”
  • “If it makes you feel better, I—I never thought you had any authority.”

adventuresinastrangeworld  asked:

Would you rather act in a Shakespeare play or direct one? What about his sonnets, do you have a favorite(s)?

I’ll answer the second part first. Admittedly I love his plays more than his sonnets. I do like 130 though, “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun” because it’s a subversion of typical love poem foddery. And who doesn’t love “shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” 

oooh, first part though. I could go on forever. If this was asked a few years ago, I would have said make me Cleopatra, Lady Macbeth, and Beatrice from Much Ado About nothing any day.  Now though? Directing. 

I had to take a directing class for my major and I never expected to gravitate toward it like I do. Looking back now though, it makes sense. I like to be in charge. 

I love Henry V  and would love to take a stab at directing it but I see myself directing a version of Macbeth that’s very sexually driven and primal, with dark purple lighting and in a round theatre. regal costumes, things of that nature.  

Thanks again for the ask! You guys are awesome!

action movie story structure: mad max edition

Mad Max: Fury Road is a huge, non-stop, deliberately over-the-top action bonanza. But one of the reasons it works so well is that it’s built on an exceedingly simple and perfectly structured storytelling frame. It’s like a screenwriting master class for action storytellers.

Although the action is near-constant, it’s broken down into six distinct set pieces, in a movie that’s very clearly structured into eight sequences. Each discrete piece of action plays a very clear role in not only advancing the plot, but advancing the characters’ relationships to each other. Using the three-act, eight-sequence structure of a standard screenplay, you can describe them as follows:

FIRST ACT

Sequence 1: Max’s introduction, capture, and failed escape attempt

Sequence 2: Furiosa’s introduction and the chase into the sandstorm

SECOND ACT

Sequence 3: Max and Furiosa’s meeting, fight, and detente in the truck as they approach the canyon

Sequence 4: The Rock Riders’ attack and the chase with Joe in which Angharad gets killed

Sequence 5: The Bullet Farmer’s nighttime attack

Sequence 6: Meeting the Vuvalini (which is not really an action sequence, but important to the plot), up until the point when Max separates from the group

THIRD ACT:

Sequence 7/8: The third act is a single giant piece of action: deciding to capture the Citadel and the huge road battle that ensues. It’s about 20 minutes of constant action, with a five-minute coda back at the Citadel. It’s divided almost exactly in half by the moment when Furiosa gets stabbed.

If you watch the timecode, you’ll see that the movie breaks down almost perfectly into a 30-minute first act, an hour-long second act and a 25-minute third act. (Like a lot of movies, it’s a little front-heavy, because we have more patience at the beginning of a film. By the end we just want to be zipping along.)

What can we observe about each of these sequences? In the first sequence, we see Max alone. Furiosa is also alone in her own way in her introductory sequence–she’s driving with a team of War Boys, who will fight and die for her, but we know from early on in the sequence that she’s already betrayed them.

Max and Furiosa first see each other in the middle of the sandstorm chase, but they don’t interact until the beginning of the second act. They start off trying to kill each other, but within a few minutes of screen time, they find themselves teaming up–and they are clearly awesome together. Max goes from pointing a gun at Furiosa to loading one and handing it up to her as she shoots out of the top of the truck. By the time we reach the midpoint of the movie, which happens right after Angharad’s death, Max and Furiosa are a team.

(One of my favorite aspects of this sequence is that Max and Furiosa never stop to have a conversation about this dramatic reversal. It just happens. The moment when they should be metaphorically or literally high-fiving about their badass teamwork is undercut by Angharad’s death. They’re united in a very different way, in grief and guilt.)

In the next sequence, when the Bullet Farmer attacks the rig at night, we see Max not just teaming up with Furiosa in the heat of battle, but proactively going off to do some violence (blowing up the Bullet Farmer’s vehicle) in order to protect the crew on the War Rig. I think it’s clear from Furiosa’s reactions when he comes back splattered in blood that she’s aware this has a psychological cost for him, even if it’s necessary to ensure their survival. She also catches herself implicitly admitting that she cares about his fate when she asks what they should do if he isn’t back by the time the engines are cool.

Meanwhile, the third warrior character, Nux, has been on his own journey. Nux starts off in opposition to both Max and Furiosa, and in the first half of the second act, he’s still trying to kill Furiosa. But after failing multiple times, and watching Angharad get killed, he has a crisis of faith. Capable finding him in the back of the rig, and offering him kindness instead of violence is enough to bring him to their side. In the third sequence of the second act, he joins their team permanently. He also starts out with a gun being pointed at him, but at the most dangerous moment in the Bullet Farmer’s attack, Max, Furiosa and Nux are all working together to move the rig out of the mud, with Nux behind the wheel.

The fourth sequence of the second act is really the only extended breather from the madcap action, but we get important story developments. We learn the most we’re ever going to learn about Furiosa’s backstory. And we meet the Vuvalini, who are both the last survivors of the matriarchal society from which Furiosa was stolen as a child, and the last component of what will become her army in the third act. We also learn that the Green Place is no more, and Furiosa’s original plan cannot succeed.

The second act can also be seen as a continuous process of more characters joining Furiosa’s mission, with one major development each sequence. Furiosa and the Wives are on the mission together in the first sequence, Max fully joins them in the second, Nux in the third, and the Vuvalini in the fourth.

After bringing all these characters together, the end of the second act gives Max a chance to separate from the group again. He instinctively takes it because running away is what he does. For the first time since the beginning of the movie, Max is alone (in a shot with him center-framed against the desert with his back to us that echoes his introduction in the beginning of the film). 

But once he’s alone, Max realizes that he’s made the wrong choice. The guy who’s always running away from everyone realizes that running away is not the solution–both for him, and for the rest of the characters currently biking across the salt flats. After being unwillingly thrown together with them at the beginning of the movie, he voluntarily chooses to rejoin them and convinces them to turn around and capture the Citadel together. He does it not just because he cares about their fate at this point, but because he realizes he himself needs to be with them for his own emotional healing. This is a key moment for Max, in that he chooses collective resistance and solidarity over individual survival, which was his goal throughout most of the beginning of the film.

(Many action movies follow a pattern in which the protagonists are reactively responding to the antagonist’s attacks for the first two acts of the movie, and then turn around and face the antagonist in a proactive, consciously chosen fight in the third act. Fury Road literalizes this structure by having the characters literally turn around and go back to the place they came from, which also happens to be the villain’s lair.)

By the third act of the movie, all these characters are united as a team, and can do the climactic action working together, at their highest degree of unity. The internal conflicts between them have been resolved, and the focus is on the external conflict with Joe, which is as it should be during the third act of a movie. Two characters who started out fighting Furiosa–Max and Nux–both do some pretty important things to contribute to the success of her mission. Nux, whose journey is about his ideological break with Joe’s world, switching sides and using his martyrdom impulse for heroic instead of destructive ends, sacrifices his life to ensure the team’s escape. Max, whose story is about re-learning human connection, ends the sequence with both a literal blood connection and a deep emotional connection to a person he started the story trying to kill.

Most people who go to see a blockbuster movie haven’t studied screenwriting. But we’ve all watched a lot of movies, and I think we often have an instinctive sense of when the structure feels satisfying, because the right things are happening at the right time to move the story forward, versus when something feels off. The fact that Fury Road is perfectly structured is part of what gives it its momentum and makes it feel so emotionally compelling. Because the writers knew how to use the structure to their advantage, characters are able to go on huge, life-changing emotional journeys over the course of the movie in a way that feels so natural you almost don’t realize it’s happening in the midst of all the action–but it is, and it’s enormously satisfying. That’s great storytelling.

4/4 Hurt

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Anonymous: can you write a 4/4 where you guys are in a fight and he accidentally hits you?

A/N This is a warning for violence and if you are suffering from abuse or anything please talk to me

Calum:

“Why can’t I spend more than 5 minutes with you anymore?!” i yell at Calum feeling tears well up in my eyes. “Why can’t you stop being a bitch for more than 5 minutes?!” he yells back stepping closer than before. This has been going on for awhile, us fighting, me balling my eyes to sleep and him coming back the next day hung over from Luke’s or Michael’s house.

I wanted to scream until my lungs hurt and would burst while my eyes made a waterfall down my chin soaking my shirt. “ Why can’t you love me like you use to?” I wanted to scram but it came out a hiccup whisper. That’s what set him off.

He grabs my throat in his bare hands forcefully pushing me against the wall “ How could you not think I don’t love you?! If i didn’t you would be on the streets with no family since you left them for me.” He spits as i gasp slapping his hand to get air.  “Pl-ease” i cry “let g-go” i wease out “Yo-u’re hu-rti-ng m-me.”

He gasp, the clouds in his eyes now gone and is now filled with sadness and disappointment. He lets go and runs a hand though his hair as i catch my breath rubbing my throat. As I realized am free I take a chance to run up the stairs but is stopped by his hand on my wrist, “please don’t leave me, it was a mistake” he cry's “what part; calling em a bitch, saying i have no one or physically hurting me?” i whisper not trusting my voice to go how while i am crying and from being blocked by air for more than 10 seconds.

“All of it, you know I would never hurt you.” he begs and crys harder. “Well it looks like you just did.” i say getting out of his grasp running up the stairs and locking the bedroom door sliding down pushing my knees to my chest crying harder when I hear him punch a wall making the apartment vibrate.

Luke:

“Why are you always with her?” I whisper yell not wanting to wake my prince upstairs. “When will you stop complaining?’ he spits back venom in his voice not caring to wake up he’s son who was only 3 weeks old and  barely got to see his own dad.

“When I know why you’re always with her!” I cry rubbing my eyes so he can’t see me cry, which fails. “why do you always cry? i want a getaway from here, is that so bad?” he yells “ will you just stop yelling? i don’t want to wake up Jasper”. 

“you’re not my mom y/n, I can do whatever i want.” he says with hes dark blue eyes which are suppose to be a sky blue filled with happiness. “I never said i was and actually if you just want a getaway from us, then at least tell me so i know to pack mine and Jasper’s things to get out of your hair” I cry not caring anymore.

 “Not like you love us anymore anyways, you clearly don’t show it with hanging with her probably cheating, getting drunk all the time, coming home at 6 in the morning then leaving an hour later. you never talk to me, never hang or take care of Jas.” “I thought when the man stayed while his girlfriend was pregnant, that meant he was there to care of them both not have lame excuses to ‘getaway’.” 

He smacked me. The love of my life laid a hand on me, something he promised never to do. “y/n..” he whispers realizing what he just did. “No stop” I say waving my hand telling him not to come closer “you’ve done enough, i’m leaving after I pack my things along with jasper’s and then you’ll have this place to yourself with her. just please don’t touch or call or text me ever again.” i whisper and cry as i hear a cry coming upstairs. “Goodbye Luke” I walked up the stairs closing the door to Jasper’s room leaving Luke to himself downstairs.

Michael:

I laid on the couch, once again waiting for Michael’s arrival from a night out with the boys. I look through twitter seeing pictures of him and the boys and smiling at his smile. It drops when I see a picture of him with another girl wrapped up in each other. I close out the app after typing out a tweet saying “Liar”.

I put my phone on the coffee table and paying attention to my favorite show _Friends. _I smile and giggle but it quickly stops when I hear keys jiggly and the front door to our apartment opens. I shut my eyes acting like I was sleeping. I hear footsteps go to our room then quickly come out walking to the living room and stopping when he stops me.

He walks over shutting the tv off and moving pieces of my hair out of my face leaning down kissing my cheek, like he always. I lightly stir at the action and he stops for a few seconds before picking me up and walking to our room, laying me down on the bed and walking to our closet to change his clothes into a new clean pair of boxers. He lays down and wraps an arm around my waist, which i immediately move and i curse as he now knows I am not asleep.

“So which one of us is the liar?” he grumbles sitting up and turning on the lamp beside him. I sigh and close my eyes “can you stop, I don’t want to deal with this right now.” I say and rub my eyes. “When can you tell me what i did wrong this time?” “Michael stop” i sigh pulling my bangs behind my ear. “No tell me” he eggs on and i groan “ The pictures” “what pictures?” “of you and her”.

“Are you accusing me of cheating?” he yells standing up now “ honestly, yes because when you see your boyfriend hugging another girl with his face almost devouring her breasts. so yes I am and-” i get cut off by a smack to my face. I close my eyes and open them letting tears fall down my face “did you just hit me?” i cry and look at him, who has a shock face looking between me and his hand. “DID YOU JUST HIT ME?” i repeat full on crying now with hiccups here and there.

“I didn’t mean it, is wear baby” “you don’t have a right to call me that after what you just did.” i whisper “ goodbye Michael, i’ll be back to get my things whenever.” i say walking out the bedroom grabbing some shoes, my keys and walking out the door leaving my heart in there with the one person I didn’t knwo anymore.

Ashton:

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We yelled and screamed till our lungs and chest hurt. We called each other names and moved closer to each other probably waking the neighborhood. We fought, like normal couples and had hot make up sex right after, but that wasn’t the case tonight. We would not be having sex, we would not make up tonight or maybe any night at all.

He did the one thing he promised not to do, he hit me. We promised to each other that none of us would ever get physical but he did. I don’t think I’ve ever cried in my life this hard before. Th love of my life had broken yet another promise he said he would keep.

I grab my cheek looking at him and seeing the tears cloud his eyes “ y/n baby i am so sorry-” i laughed and continued crying “ no you’re not, cause if you were, you wouldn’t have done what you juts did and break another one of your stupid promises.” I cry harder. “ I didn’t mean to y/n please believe it was just a reaction” he pleads “I can’t” i say backing up towards the door grabbing my keys and phone.

“i’ll be back tomorrow for my things.” i say shutting the door.

“I love you.” he whispers at the same time i close the door and finally lets the tears and sobs out.

A/N Not that it took me almost two hours to think and write lol but I hoped you enjoyed this and if you want another part, just message or inbox me and remember to please talk to someone if you are getting abused or have seen abused.