White filmmakers/whiteness in Hollywood is so funnyyyy. They love inserting themselves into stories that have absolutely nothing to do with them and I bet that’s why whitewashing of all these roles happen. And why are they so intent on whitewashing Asian roles?? Like why did we need an American version of Death Note starring white people??? Who asked for Scarlett Eyebrow Raise Johansson to be the Major in Ghost in the Shell? Why are they so selfish??????
A concept that’s been bothering me since the Oscars. But here, a hastily written snippet of the long one-shot I’m working on in-between trying to get the next arc of In These Quiet Spaces up.
(Snippet may not actually make the final cut of whatever materializes weeks from now.)
Viktor was something of a recluse amongst the Hollywood crowd.
“You’re a ghost Viktor. It’s like you don’t even live here,” Christophe Giacometti had said as they overlooked a pulsing crowd scattered around Christophe’s pool.
“Because I don’t.”
He didn’t. Viktor spent a combined month out of a year living in his 9 million U.S. dollar mansion in the Palisades. It was a muted pink color with stucco walls and it made for a pretty picture for tourists touring the homes of the stars. Reputedly, Spielberg was his next door neighbor. Yakov had said it, nodding with approval, when Viktor had shown him around. Viktor was 22 then and years removed from his Oscar win that Yakov probably meant for him to go knocking on Spielberg’s door, begging for a script, as if Viktor hadn’t spent the last four years learning how to make films.
Fast forward four years and Viktor was a ghost in his house, jumping from film set to film set to his apartment in New York City that everyone knew about to his apartment in St. Petersburg that only six people knew about. When his publicist made too many noises about Viktor dropping off the radar, Viktor would relocate to his Palisades home and pop into enough parties to give the impression he wasn’t a 60-year old trapped in a leading man’s body.
Reputedly, Spielberg had knocked on his door during one of Viktor’s Hollywood stints. Yakov had told him this, grunting about a war movie Viktor wasn’t interested in.
Viktor was 26, a four-time Oscar nominee and one-time winner, and in no hurry to jump into bed with Spielberg. First it would be Spielberg, then Cameron, and then suddenly Viktor was Every-Man Enough to be considered for a franchise and he’d be roped into a 9-year contract and… god, what would he be?
Viktor half-turned in time for a wave of chlorinated water to lap at his heels.
There was a blur of color in the middle of the pool and everyone was silent, waiting for whoever jumped into the pool to resurface and not be dead. Cheers broke out when—seconds later—Yuuri Katsuki broke the surface. He was grinning, clothes clinging against his body, as he turned with a sloppy grin on his face.
Yes, if Viktor made the wrong choices, if he stopped caring about film, he may as well be Yuuri Katsuki: Japanese Playboy and quite-certainly Not-An-Actor.
Parings: Peter Parker x Reader Notes: “shy Petey Parker (Tom Holland vers) having a crush on a nerd who loves star wars and other things like him but he’s scared to go talk to them so they make the first move ?” Warnings: None Word Count: 973
“You should go talk to him.”
“Y/f/n!” You burst out in annoyance, placing a finger in your book before you turned to them with a glare. “When will you be quiet about this?” You pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose as you huffed out a frustrated sigh. “I’m trying to study.”
“And I’m trying to help you.” They sang, a grin on their face as they leaned across the lunch table to grab your book. “Besides, you’ve been studying Star Wars long enough. You need to socialize!” They threw their hands into the air briefly as you continued to glare at them, the grip on your book tightening each time they tried to yank on it.
“This is for the physics test, y/f/n.” Hissing through your teeth, you gave up on holding your book when you suddenly let go, your friend almost falling off of the bench at the force. “And one can never know too much about Star Wars,” You pointed a stern finger in their direction. “Now will you quit making a scene? I don’t want people staring.”
“You’re staring, Peter!”
Peter jumped as a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, and he quickly hid his face from view as a blush crawled up his neck. “N-no I’m not!” He shook his head, denying his previous actions before glancing in your direction once more, turning back to his friend. “I wasn’t staring.”
“Just talk to them, man!” Peters friend exclaimed and he jutted a hand in your direction. “You guys will get along great. You both like they same things, you’re both major nerds, and—”
“Just because we’re smarter than you doesn’t mean we’re nerds.”
“—whatever!” His friend scoffed, crossing his arms as he leaned forward on to the table, a playful glare on his face. “Now, if you don’t man up and talk to your little cutie crush, I’m gonna tell them every single secret that you—”
“Wait!” Peters eyes suddenly widened and he sat up straight, his shoulders tensing up as he watched something behind his friend. “Shut up! They’re coming!” Peter cleared his throat as he went to stand up, but his friend quickly grabbed his wrist, keeping him in his spot at the table. “What’re you doing? Let go of—”
“Hey..” A small smile was playing at your lips, and you gave a small nod of acknowledgement to Peter and his friend as you stood in front of them. “I uh…” The words couldn’t form as you stood there, clutching tightly to your books as your eyes were cast towards the ground in nervousness.
“I’m just gonna go.” Peters friend suddenly stood up, a knowing smirk growing on his face and he tossed a subtle wink in Peters direction before he walked off. “Have fun you two!”
Raising an eyebrow, you turned back to Peter with an amused expression. Peter was smiling awkwardly at you, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood up as well, but not following his friend out of the cafeteria. Instead, he greeted you with a nervous smile. “I-I’m sorry about him,” He apologized, motioning for you to sit across from him. “He’s just… being a little weird.” A laugh came from you, and you nodded as you set your books down next to you.
“I know what you mean.” You replied with a smile, folding your hands for a second in front of you. You glanced back over to your friend, who gave you two big thumbs up before winking at you. You scoffed at their action as you swiveled back to quickly face Peter. The action was fast, making your glasses slide back down your nose as you did so, and you smiled kindly at him as he looked away.
You had seen Peter around the school before this meeting of yours, having him in almost all of your classes but two. He was a very kind person, keeping mostly to himself other than hanging around a few friends of his. He was also an attractive boy in your opinion. The way his eyes lit up as he tried to explain something he liked to someone, or the way his hair would bounce as he laughed. He was just too cute.
You cleared your throat for what felt for the third time in three minutes, trying to form an intelligent sentence to clear the awkward tension.
The two of you paused, smiling awkwardly at each other before you looked to the table in embarrassment. “I’m sorry!” You quickly apologized, waving a hand in front of you. “You can start,” Fumbling with your hands you quickly averted your gaze back to the table when you caught his eyes.
“Oh, okay.” Peter sat up straighter, clearing his throat loudly before he gave you a semi-confident smile. “I uh- just wanted to say that I think you look good today.” A blush filled your cheeks at his compliment, and Peter was quick to add on to his sentence. “Not that you don’t look good everyday! I just meant that you looked really good today and rang— I’m just gonna shut up now.” He mumbled, pursing his lips a bit as he rubbed his clammy palms against his jeans.
“Thank you.” You smiled once again, holding a hand out in front of you to shake his hand. “I’m y/n, by the way, if you didn’t know.” You introduced yourself as you lightly shook his hand, taking note of how cute his smile was when he looked at you. Wait what?
“I know.” Peter blurted out, a hand flying to his mouth momentarily as another blush filled his cheeks. “I mean,” He coughed, looking down to the table to avoid your stare. “I’m Peter! Nice to meet you… y/n.”
A music-mix for my Story ’Stand by You’. Thought a while about to do this playlist, since I have the feeling it could at least spoiler the mood of how the story will continue, but well…I think most can be guessed anyway. xD
Rachel Platten - Stand By You / 2. Schandmaul - Prinzessin / 3. Queen - We Will Rock You / 4. Blake Shelton - Friends / 5. Bruno Mars - Count on me / 6. Pharrell Williams - Happy / 7. Coldplay - A Sky Full of Stars / 8. Disturbed - Who taught you how to Hate? / 9. RED - Part That’s Holding On / 10. Lindsey Stirling
Ft Andrew McMahon
- Something Wild / 11. Phil Collins - You’ll be in my Heart / 12. Ryan Star - Last Train Home / 13. Within Temptation - What Have You Done / 14. Nickelback - Miss You / 15. Lindsey Stirling feat. Carah Faye -
Where do we go / 16. Janet Jackson - Broken Hearts Heal / 17. Lindsey Stirling ft Dan + Shay -
Those days / 18. Avril Lavigne -
Keep Holding On / 19. 3 Doors Down - It’s Not My Time / 20. Nickelback - Far Away / 21. Queen - You’re My Best Friend / 22. Journey - Faithfully / 23. Christina Perri feat. Ed Sheeran -
Be my Forever / 24. Sunrise Avenue - All Because Of You