still not as funny as polish man but it has to do

Long Angsty Sterek Fics

All at least 20k words long (by request)

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

By Any Other Name by entanglednow

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

Permanent Fixture by linksofmemories

Derek is Scott’s older brother. Stiles is Scott’s best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

Don’t Speak by fatale

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something’s wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can’t understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it’s gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he’s lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla)

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

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Studio Ghibli & Mr. Miyazaki starters

- suggested by Anonymous and pulled from various films/sources

  • “You cannot alter your fate. However, you can rise to meet it”
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden”
  • “I’ve got something I want to protect - it’s you”
  • “I think we ought to live happily ever after”
  • “Once you’ve met someone, you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return”
  • “It will protect you. It’s made from the threads your friends wove together”
  • “Nothing that happens is ever forgotten, even if you can’t remember it”
  • “We need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes, it’s not easy”
  • “I make friends, then suddenly I can’t bear to be with any of them”
  • “Here’s another curse: may all your bacon burn!”

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Special Fic Rec ❤❤

Ok so, I began this blog on December 9th, well, actually I’ve been on tumblr since 2013 (nice, old Naruto Era), yet, I consider this one the actual date of this blog birth, since it was the day I posted my first BTS Fanfiction - Sanitarium (which I still hold very dearly to my heart).

To be honest, even if writing has been one of my passions for many years, I never expected much from my own stories, especially since English killed me in more than one way (ah, it kicked my ass so hard during my high school days lol); yet, I surprisingly found an incredible amount of happiness in writing for seven lovely dorks - not to talk about the crazy, wonderful authors and friends I had the pleasure to meet here, people who helped me grow and who gave me some of the most pleasurable reading moments of my life :’)

But I was saying, I didn’t expect much from posting my fics, yet, nearly 5 months later, I reach my first mile stone. Really, I can’t believe it: 1k people are reading my fics, and supposedly they also enjoy them. It happened quite fast, in my opinion, and I also know I’ve been very lucky for many authors are amazing and still don’t have the exposure they deserve! It takes them a lot of hard work when they should really be appreciated a lot more! This is why, to celebrate this milestone (ok, compared to other authors is not that big of a number, but still I consider it an important accomplishment ;^;) I decided to do a special, big fic rec to share the talent filling this social!! 

Some of these writers are super known actually, yet others have a smaller public: they have such a fantastic way with words tho, such a breath-taking creativity, that I just needed to tag them and link their stories - hopefully, some of you will fall in love with their work too; please, if so, go send them all a lot of love, for they are not holy amazing authors but also amazing people :’)

And I’m incredibly happy to have some of them as mutuals, if not even as friends <3 <3

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Rucas AU | The Bet [9]

[ Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven  Part Eight]

Prompt: After damaging $1000 worth of private property on a dare Lucas needs a quick way to make the money to pay the guy back. When Charlie Gardner suggests a bet Lucas takes him up on his offer. And what is the bet? Get into the pants of Riley Matthews, the schools very own goody two-shoes princess.
AN: This is a short chapter. It’s meant to move the story along, and it picks off right where the last one ends. It only covers that day. 
Word Count: 1,833
Chapter: 9

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Lucas ran.

He ran with a speed he didn’t know he was capable of. One stream of consciousness running through his head as he raced through the halls and up the stairs toward the library. Riley. He had to know if she was okay.

His feet slapped at the vinyl tile of the school floor as he thundered around the corner. The closer he got to the entrance the faster he sped up, since his adrenaline was still high it causes him to slam against the wooden library doors harder than he anticipated, his elbows hit the hard surface and a bolt of pain lanced through his arms, not that he could feel it.

The librarian practically jumps out of her skin, shooting the clearly shaken up boy a stern disapproving look before returning to her computer. He saunters off, not wanting to cause any more of a scene, his eyes rapidly scanning the rows between the bookshelves until he spots her.

The second he walks into her line of view, she looks up at him, a pair of dazzling, vivid brown eyes piercing his insides as he stared back at her. She was hunched over, arms wrapped around her knees as Isadora stood by, patting her back lightly as to comfort her.

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Fic: “I Choose Us...” (1/1)

A Chris Evans x OFC Fanfic

Summary: Chris and Natalia go on their first date night following the events of Fix You
language, slight angst, sexual content
: Thanks for reading! xx


Chris let out a nervous breath, a cloud releasing from his mouth from the cold January air. Picking up his wife of twenty years for dinner shouldn’t have been as nerve wracking as it was, but this was their first night out together in what felt like forever, something that their marriage counselor had suggested to reconnect.

Over the years, date night had been a constant in their relationship; something that kept the magic alive. But, like every couple could relate to at one time or another, a growing family meant additional responsibilities, and taking time for themselves had somehow become scarce.

In an attempt to shake off the nerves, Chris puffed out another breath and rolled his shoulders back. Another ten whole seconds ticked by before he mustered up the courage and ascended the porch steps, one at a time. Once he got to the door that needed a new paint job, he respectively rang the bell rather than using his keys, clutching the bouquet of flowers in his tight grip.

Immediately, without fail, he heard the dog barking, followed by the sound of nails scratching across the floorboards. The door swung open seconds later and Chris prepared himself for the unavoidable attack.

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Will You Accept This Rose pt.2

Prompt: It’s the bachelor, with a super soldier.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,341

Warnings: drama, fluff, angst (maybe probably), competing for love (is that a warning?), alcohol, language

A/N: got another part of this fic for you. bachelor bucky is making me craaazy. i just love it so much. (a little too much but ITS FINE.)

Tagged: @typical0001 @kuren-chan @kenobi-and-barnes @justareader @the-craziestone @vibraniumdoll @awwtommo

Part 1


Originally posted by leafierleaf

You sat silently in the corner, taking in the sight of all of the women around you. They’d already bunched themselves into groups, little cliques. You preferred the observer’s seat, the backseat. Bucky hadn’t come in yet and you could certainly feel the anxiety radiating from everyone in the room. You clutched your wine glass filled with ice water and smiled small as Amelia, the girl you had met in the limo, found her way to you.

“How did it go?” She smiled, stumbling a little before sitting next to you.

“It went well, I think.” You shrugged. “How about with you?”

“Amazing!” She gushed. “He’s like super hot, right?” She blurted out before she took a sip of her drink. It was something mixed and something with a lot of alcohol. You could smell it.

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Character: Taehyung X OC

Word count: idek

Genre: Fluff?

a/n: I’ve been stressed out lately so I came up with this (: havent proofread it yet so idek what is this but this is my first attempt HA enjoy

Originally posted by fy-taekook

Some people think that it would be nice to have company sometimes , especially when the day was so awful and you just wanted to rip your hair off your head. 

The total opposite goes to you.

You hated , no , you despised having company when you had a bad day. All of your friends and colleagues knew that , and when they saw you curse and close the laptop with a loud ‘bang’ , they stayed away from you. You set up the walls around yourself for 6 years of working , and everyone knew it was hard to break it.

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GREED || MAFIA!Jeonghan [Chp 2]

BLURB: Power makes most men weak but you’re his special brand of kryptonite.

GENRE: mafia!au, action, mystery, romance

WORDS: 2125

PART: 1 | 2 |

Summers had always been his favourite time. For one, Jeonghan was entirely free from his studies for at least a few months. No tutors nagging at him for his terrible writing or smacking him with a ruler for dozing off during a lesson (as if it was his fault that Faery History was so boring) or music teachers with their snooty accents commanding him to “start again”. The days stretched on and there was always some sort of festival every other weekend, filling the city square with music and laughter. Jeonghan was never allowed to go but the sounds carried and he would run to the outer castle walls, squeezing himself against the gates as much as the guards let him, watching as the parade marched pass.

Sometimes the King and Queen – his parents – would open the castle doors and people would come bearing gifts; farmers presenting a small portion of their bountiful harvests after months of toil, blacksmiths with their polished swords or glittering trinkets, seamstresses and new a gown for the beautiful Queen. Once Jeonghan had received a charming little toy from an elderly craftsman; a beautiful wooden bird on top of a stick that would flap its wings if Jeonghan moved it up and down. It didn’t do anything else but he loved it anyway. However the craftsman had brought only one.

Jeonghan’s brows had scrunched together into a frown. “Could you come back with another one?”

“Another one?” the old man’s tone was filled with worry. “Why don’t you like this one, little prince? If you don’t mind me asking,” he added as an afterthought.

“Oh I do like this one!” As a young boy Jeonghan had hair that hung to his shoulders and it bounced as he nodded enthusiastically. “It’s just… I think my friend would one want too.”

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Intertwined(Prince AU)

Author’s note: I so freaking excited for this ajgakiuhgaergugkj. Jinyoung is the perfect prince in my book. 


Breakeven - The Script

Fools - Troye Sivan

Paper Hearts - Tori Kelly

Pairing: Reader x Jinyoung(GOT7)

Word Count:1400+

Genre: Angst

Originally posted by jypnior

I knew I made a mistake the second I let my friend leave his hand on me for one second too long. I could feel his gaze from all the way across the giant ballroom. I said my goodbye to my friend and walked quickly back to the kitchens. I shouldn’t let this get to me. We were nothing after all. I could touch anyone or let anyone touch as much as I want. let it me him or anyone else.

   Tonight was the night of one of the biggest balls of the year. It celebrated the founding of our kingdom, the end of many wars and to bring our people together. I saw it as a way for the rich to show off their wealth. I have attended it since I was a child but not as a guest in a glittering gown but a servant carrying a tray. To many, it was an honor just to be invited. To me is was a long night and some sore feet in the morning. As a child, I would watch in envy all the beautiful gowns and people coming through the tall doors, wishing one day I could be right with them in a dress of my own. But as the year passed, I knew that could never be. I look at these people with anger now because not one of them ever had to lift a finger for anything in their life.

   “You there! Servant girl!” I look up from my thought and into the eyes of a woman who most certainly has a stick up her ass. She was the head of my kind and never took the effort to remember any of our names. She would say “why should I have to remember the names of people who are below me” or “there is simply too many of you.” she acted like she was the queen but she was only one step above any of us. Nowhere near royalty but she never let us forget who had the power.

   “Yes, Miss Stockard?” Yes, she was unmarried. I always thought who would want to marry a woman like that. But a part of me had pity for her. Getting to her age and not having even one marriage proposal. Must be lonely.

   “Take this to the king, he not liking what on the menu tonight.” she pushes a large tray laden with roast, vegetables, and potatoes into my hands. “Make sure to use your manners or I’ll have your throat.”

   “Yes, Miss Stockard.” I bow my head to her and walk to the entrance to the ballroom. I make my way around the circle room to the king’s table not making eye contact with any of the guests. Just as I have been trained to do since birth.

   I reached the king’s table and stop to the side of the king’s chair. The king was young but he did look much older. Stress and disease racked his body through the years as king and left him looking beyond his years. I bow low enough to look a bit silly to anyone in their right mind but it was “servant manners”. The King was laughing joyfully to a joke told by a member of parliament. He waves at me without a look in my direction continuing to talk to everyone. I place the food laden plate down in front of him. But as I look up from the plate, I make eye contact with the one person I didn’t want to see all night. He was sitting to the right of the king, a place of honor. A seat only meant for the next in line. The Prince. I dreaded what he would do next but as I watched him lift his hand to his face and scratch right above his left temple. I knew I was in for a long night. I tuck the tray under my arm and speed back to the safety of the kitchen.

   Maybe I could just not show up. It’ll teach him. But if I don’t he’ll just find some way to force us to talk. He was my boss after all. I have to do whatever he says. I sat on a stool drying silverware and plates. The ball ended hours ago but my night was far from over. Everything had to be cleaned, polished and put away until the next stupid party. I rub my hand on the back of my neck, dreading what was going to happen after everyone went to bed.

   After securing the last of the plates into their boxes, I slip myself out the back door of the large kitchen into the gardens surrounding the castle. I walk quietly down a path I taken many times before. I take one last turn and squeeze myself through two tall hedges. I brush leaves off my worn gray dress and look around the tiny enclosure. It was a kind of place you had to know about to ever find. To me and him, we were the only people in the castle to know about it. A space I found hiding from an angry Miss Stockard as a child. It became our hideout as children and an escape as teenagers.

He was sitting on an old stump and gazing at the many stars above. I used to ask him to name every single star some nights. He was still in his suit from the ball. His tie was loosened and his hair was ruffled, though. I liked him better this way. He didn’t look like a man who was about to inherit an entire kingdom for once but like my best friend.

“Jinyoung,” I call out softly to him. He looks away from the night sky and stood up as he smiled kindly at me.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to come.”

“I had my cleaning duties.”

“I thought so.”

“What do you want Jinyoung?”

“You know what funny, how after all these years, we still come back to this spot.”


“It has always been a place to escape. From rules…our titles…parents.”

“I can’t stay long, I going to be missed.”

“I know.” He was inches away from me. He was always the one to close the distance between us.

“What do you need then?”

“Why can’t we just talk like we used to do?” he plops himself on the grass and pats the spot next to him. I sigh as I slid down next to him keeping a good foot or two in between us. I look up into the night sky. He follows my gaze and we watch the stars for a while

“What you want to talk about?” he was silent for a moment.

“It becomes harder each day to just watch from a distance.” he comes closer to me just a little bit.

“Don’t” I whisper out weakly

“To pretend you’re just another servant.”


“I wanted to take you out onto that dance floor tonight and show my father the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.“  He closed the gap between us again and was leaning close to me.


“And when that boy touched you, I wanted to punch him. I never had a want to punch anything before.” I had enough.

“We aren’t anything. He did nothing wrong.”

“I still wanted to.”

“It doesn’t matter. We nothing. We will never be anything. The moment I turn 20 years old, I will be forced to marry whoever Miss Stockard and my parents deem fit to be my husband. To carry on the castle servant line. And you will be married to some princess or lady who has been trained all their life how to hold a teacup. Someone pretty to sling across your arm. We aren’t teenager anymore, let stop this wistful thinking.” I push myself from him and gaze straight into his dark eyes.

“I know, I still don’t like how it is.”

“Do you think I like it this way either? But I accepted my fate. You need to too.” I stand up from the grass and squeeze myself back through the hedges. I rush through the garden because I have been away for too long. I hated being so cold to him. But it was the only way I can let go of him. Someone I could never have.

More to come. As always I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it!!<3

I Don’t Think I’m His Type

Bucky x Reader Oneshot

Summary – Bucky keeps asking you out, but the dates never quite go the way he plans them.  He’s finally forced to take drastic measures.

Warnings – Fluff and angst

Word Count – 1,541

Notes – I got this idea from @justforabuck.  Thanks so much, my dear!  I feel like after I Hate My Job, we all need a little fluffy Bucky as a salve to soothe our wounds!  (I know I do!)  I hope you enjoy!  As always, please feel free to leave comments or reblog, it’s always appreciated.


Originally posted by bellasmith45

Bucky looked a bit nervous as he approached you in the common room.  You were curled up on the couch with a blanket, surfing through Netflix for something to watch.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he began. “I was wondering if you might like to go bowling this evening.”

“I haven’t been bowling in ages!” you replied.  “I’d love to! Let me go get changed.”

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The story begins with the Dragon Charmer. A young, blooming soul, daringly taking the first steps on the rough path. The words escaping Aries’ mouth are almost never soothing to the ear, but nevertheless true. They say, the truth always hurts. But Aries knows sometimes it’s exactly the only thing that can help.
The determined Dragon Charmer enters the beast’s cave. Its walls are burning and vibrating with unspoken curses. The air is hot, suffocating. They step nearer, without a single spasm of reluctance. A solitaire tear of freedom slides down their face, though. It’s simply unbelievable! They’ve finally reached it. They’re going to do it. Right now, right there. Aries draws out their silver blade, stained with years of war, years of white and black fury, right behind the gigantic beast. Aries knows it hears them. It might devour Aries’ whole life out of their body. It could turn cities, empires into ashes with a mere breath. And the beast knows what they’re about to do. It has lived a long, dull life. Taking the life of others doesn’t make yours any better. It just leaves all their lingering problems on your shoulders. Lifetimes of loneliness and hope, all carried by an equally lonely beast. Neither of them is afraid, though. Neither wants to give up on the aching tales that, sooner or later, will be spilled all over the unknowing world. No one never wins. But where would be the fun if they did?


In another corner of the world, in a village you might call boring, you, perhaps, might even have trouble finding on the map, there’s a nice and very charming house marking the last portal to another realm. The ‘Doorgiver’, as they jockingly like to call themselves, lives a quiet life. They wake up early. They dress up, eat some butter bread and drink a glass of honey tea, while in their hands the morning newspaper reads old stories. “The mayor’s changing offices again,” Taurus mumbles their breath, not really surprised. After they’re done eating, Taurus walks down the rose alleys into the village, and does their groceries as any other inhabitant of the place. On every monday and thursday. Never later than midday.Tuesdays, Taurus gives some meditation lessons to the local yoga club. Sometimes, they’ll all go together to the cinema in the evening. On every wednesday and friday, they take long walks into the forests surrounding the village. There’s an odd door carved into a tree, not far away from the main path. But it’s not their door, and they hardly mind it. Once they knocked curiously on its dark motive, but no reply came back anyway. On saturday, Taurus invites some neighbors over, and have tee or lemonade. Sunday mornings they wake once with the sun. The village is always quiet on sundays. Taurus has, as usual, a nice breakfast, puts on clothes and walks up to the front door. “Yes?” They ask. The strange-dressed man before them gives Taurus a mischievous look, but says nothing. “So you remembered the right door to knock at.”


It’s the show night. The clowns put on they’re funny little hats and funny big shoes, the beautiful dancers pamper their bodies with glowing moon-powder, the tiger keeper whistles calmly to his beloved friend. “5 more minutes!” The voice calls. Everyone must be ready. Everyone must enjoy the spectacle. Only old, bitter fools would want to spoil it. Old, bitter fools like the Trickster. Rejected by the clowns, dismissed by the magician, Gemini never found their place between earth and air. “Belle, it’s time for your dancers.” Gemini observes how a suite of jeweled dancers walks prettily onto the stage. Music, sparkles and hearts. Not much later, after the dancing act ends, the circus workers take their place. But only to begin installing great metal walls around the spectacle arena. And, after that, all kind of feral animals take the spotlight. Some bite, some spit. Some kill the tamer. The public couldn’t care less. The show must go on. Even the magician and the clowns are done as the Trickster makes their way onto the stage. They’ve no distinct job in this place. No real jokes, or talents. Gemini’s dressed in a long, plucked coat, with mismatched shoes and a topper they stole from the magician’s car. Their presence is noticed. They’ve got a quirky way of putting their mind into words, an unexpected sense of irony and definitely a great many secrets. The public cheers. They love them. Some, in awe, raise up and applaud with excitement. Everyone wonders how they could forget the Trickster; their favorite part of the show. Meanwhile, back in their small cabinet, Gemini closes their very own pandora box.


Once upon a time, there was a crown. And this crown, like no other of its kind, was a gift of the water gods themselves. For its jewels are real ocean drops, its gold always shining an unusual blue. It’s something hundred of monarchs started wars for. Something that flooded cities and destroyed civilizations. Something that felt into wrong hands, was misused, and eventually returned to its rightful owner. Now, a childlike (though old enough to have lived the creation of this world) Heir’s head is where the wet dome rests most of its unending days. The Heir is small and pretty. They like to soothe the crown’s pointy ends, polish every water droplet and sing. But underneath all of that porcelain skin, there’s resistant silver. Layers of tears, of sorrow and fear too. Cancer plays with the beautiful roses in the gardens, gets enchanted by their sweet perfume, and hides hurting after they’re remembered by a bleeding finger of how cruel these games can be. At midnight, they walk outside again. Only that this time they’ve got absolutely nothing to fear. It’s the time when their crown shines the brightest. When lullabies, and wishes, and souls fly up to the mooned sky and cry happily.
Cancer misses touches of the dark, but midnight moments seem forever enough.


Unless the high pyramids would flip over and open a passage to an undiscovered land, the gold of deep rivers be forgotten, or the day the sun won’t rise up again, there isn’t much for mere mortals to care about. Of course, there is death. And loss. Also, they passionately hate peace. But enough about mere mortals. There have been times and situations where the only thing of real relevance was whether the Gods liked or liked you not. The only thing that could save or kill you. Lost in the desert, under murderous rays of ultraviolets, alone. Alone with the Gods. The world has known their wrath, their fury and misery. It fell and disappeared with it at once. But, it also bloomed and shone with their mercy, and care, and love. For each whispered prayer, each obedient sacrifice, each offered soul reborns and makes the bond with the Gods stronger. From their light throne of paradise gold, Leo nods at the sight of gratitude and fear coming from their silly followers. Even a bird would know better than fly too far and enrage them. Even a shadow would know to hide under its motive than defy them. Because they’re greatness embodied into human face. Into human alikeness and voice. But do they love them? Do they really feel like a human? They’re a pitiful, weak race. Nothing in comparison to Leo’s grace. Above heavens, loneliness is hard to bear. But sky wine with bubbles of pure pearls helps the soul forget.


Spookish, indefinite figures marsh down the wooden walls of the inner forest. They clash into thick, dark doors of a thin, tall house. A house that itself looks like a giant bookshelf. A house with a few dozens of stories. With an undefined amount of stories, of all kinds and uses. With long, curtained windows all over, big doors and plants fading into the forest’s decor at the top. If one didn’t look specifically for it, they wouldn’t even notice its presence. It’s like some undiscovered door hides it all behind a veil of secrecy. Like the only way to gain access is by some sort of extradimensional portal. The Timeless Scholar has been many times unpleasantly struck with the realization that, someone, somehow, could get inside and take on them vulnerable and unprepared. Or, worse, derange their sweet bookish solitude. Honestly, Virgo would rather have their throat sliced than someone laying one finger on their works. So much knowledge, in peril of some unknown, rather stupid and curious fool. Never! The Timeless Scholar decides to shut the door down. They aren’t sure how they did it, but it works. Keep the fools away! Virgo murmurs to themselves. Sometimes, they still hear knocks from the other side. But they never pay any attention. After all, the only thing to be trusted is what lays on the forest’s side.


In the light of morning, a Flower Cutter fights the urge to cry truth. Next to them, rows of smiles and glittering shoes captivate the transparency of day. They dance into circles. They sing to the lovely, perfumed plants. The Flower Cutter watches them right from the heart of the event. They see, they hear everything. Libra answers always. With the same natural easiness, same unnerving spirit. But shouldn’t be there some pain, some disgusting feeling at all? Some depth? Libra laughs at the thought of it, because, why, yes of course it is. It’s a full world of it. At the bottom of their heart, grasping new roots every time they breathe in. Making itself at home through the thorns and petals of lilies, swallowing all the numbness and hate out. Libra feels a stranger and a dear old sibling of life at once. Coming from the heavens, there’s rain. Rain and colours. Everywhere, colour models the world how it pleases. It gives it hope. It feeds it hate. A little of everything. It’s funny. How some think that suffering and loneliness does only bad. It’s a shame they still choose truth, Libra thinks, and the flower’s head meekly hits the ground.


Spices, feathers, spiders, black gems, dead names. The cauldron sparkles joyfully under the stir of a silver-headed spoon. Hoarded behind the window’s curtains, the candles squeak oddly. There’s wax everywhere on the floor underneath. The silky, old things catch fire, and a hellish warmth bursts into the room. Though, the squeaking! It annoys the Witch terribly. Scorpio leaves their comfortable armchair at the chimney, and proceeds to blow the fire off. Around them, six cats meow more or less in distress, the seventh looking considerably bored from her high-placed lair. Scorpio curses the candles, and they shut up in fear. No more squeaking, at least! they think. The fire also calms slowly down. Beside one of Scorpio’s dark robes, discarded in one of the corners of the room, a familiar meows keenly. Yes, yes. It’s 7 in the evening, after all. The Witch fetches some bowls, and feels them up with food and milk. After they’re done, Scorpio returns to their comfortable place and closes the eyes tiredly. What a distasteful situation. Shall the fire come once more to their house, they’ll send it straight back to hell. Shall the obsessive thoughts set their mind ablaze again, the Witch will know how to have it instantly disappear into a shadow of nothing.


The Professor grins from behind their rose-tinted car window. They roll it down, saluting the watchman. “Sorry, Professor, but the observatory’s closed today. There’s a fire code announced.” “Fire code, you say? Oh, bad luck. Bad luck for me, indeed.” Sagittarius wheels anyway down the entering road. The watchman calls them to stop, but they don’t even listen to him. When they reach a spot far enough for the watchman to find them, the Professor leaves the truck behind and walks along the contaminated waterline. It’s glowing with deadly substances. Sagittarius’ eyes burn every time they stare at the fantastic, surreal colours. All neons, he feels like a traveler who finally found the path to heaven. Of course, heaven’s a very malleable word. Shall it be a dreamlike garden, with clouds for flowers and ambrosia for water? Or a room full of unopened passages. A room leading to a thousand places, a thousand such gardens. The truth is, the lethal waterline never ends. It’s a great guide, but a terrible destination. It’s thrilling, it’s almost entrancing. It captivates the thirsty mind, lures it to know, to desire adventure. Sagittarius kicks their shoes off, and jumps into the water. It surely won’t hurt as bad as the first time. Above them, the sky pulses in bright pinks and glistening oranges bursts.


A troupe of blood-red dressed soldiers march towards north. None of them dares look back, or, worse, doubt their cause. Gossips never erupt in the camps, and no one allies with no one. They’ve all got the same mission. World domination. They’ve all got the same means of winning. Leading hounds of hell everywhere it’s needed. They all follow the same leader. The Great Marshal. A fist of iron, a mind of composure, a soul of spiteful determination and inflexibility. Capricorn is definitely a human to be feared, to be obeyed no matter the situation. They have a suite of cruel weapons, and will gladly use them to punish you for your unruliness. They hate unruliness. They, and that curious sibling of theirs. But no one dares to say a word about the Great Marshal. Only this small information that slipped somehow out is a dangerous taboo.
Nights and days, on boats or tanks, they travel the world. They live on subdue, glory, supremacy. Capricorn kills what must be killed, spare what shall be of use later. No one, ever, disagrees with their decisions. All of their faithful soldiers would follow them to the bloody hell, and back. Of course, countless armies tried to pin them down. To make them retreat, to take away all what their beloved leader gained after so many hard won, fair battles. But the blood-red soldiers know better than let themselves be fooled by such irrelevant, crazy concepts. For their ruler is undying. They’re something this world will hold for greatness a long time after they, the soldiers, will perish away, and new ones will replace them.


There are few things that the Alien Minister (officially admits) they don’t know: firstly, Earth’s days have come to an end. It won’t last long until its shallow crust will fulminate into fire blades, cutting and throwing pieces of soil everywhere in the Universe. It will be forgotten as quickly as it has been created. But the question remains: whose going to save it from its awful sorrow? Well, of course Aquarius cares. Not the affectionate, dependent kind of caring. But from afar, regretting all the great communities and societies they assisted, they influenced from their very first tender beginnings. Not weeping, but pitying what could have been. The second thing Aquarius doesn’t know, it’s how they’ll manage to rebuild everything. The voices, the freedom, the ingenuity of the new ages. They’ll be alone for a while; that’s obvious. They don’t even mind it that much. But it’s much more entertaining to create alongside others. Much, much more provocative for the mind and the inspiration process. Yet, what could they do? The world’s finally ending. The people wanted it gone, and gone shall they have it. There’s more to being a humanitarian than compassion. Besides, they’ve never set foot in that place anyway. Nothing would really change for Aquarius. Pressing the END button, the Alien Minister leaves behind their spaceship only a pulverized tray of existence.


Pisces stands at the seashore. They look at a point far away in the distance, indefinite and shabby. “Must be my last hope,” they murmur, as the shapeless spot flutters nearer and nearer. The sunset is also just around the corner. Soon, the world will be swallowed by old darkness. How long will it take until they’ll see light again? How much pain will they have to suffer until everything will be fine again? Pisces doesn’t know. The spot finally reaches the place where they’re sitting, and it turns out to be a small bird. It’s feathers are turquoise, with drops of lila pearls at the ends. Its eyes are sun-gold. Its song sweet, sad. “We’re the only ones, little bird.” Pisces begins weeping, knuckling the tears away with incredible misery and grief. What shall they do? All they ever wanted was a place to feel free. To feel safe. To feel young and old and strong and meek and alive. But the world’s almost gone. They’re no dragon slayer. No wise archivist. No god, nor do they have armies to rule behind their shoulders. They have just one, last protection against whatever will happen. Hope. Nestled at their chest, the beautiful, small bird chirps soothingly. “There, there,” Pisces whispers, patting her on the head. Maybe they’ll come back. Maybe they’ll hear the Ocean Child’s cries, and come to rescue them.

Bewitched, Body and Soul 1/5 (??)

MC is taken to the house of the stern Jumin Han and takes an instantaneous dislike to him. The feeling is mutual. 

AKA PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AU IS GO. Also this chapter was supposed to be twice as long, but I thought it would be funny to end it on the tropiest of tropes like if you’ve seen a period drama in your life you’ll have screamed over this i know it instead.

MC is not named in this version. She is called Areum on AO3. The prologue to this is here (unnamed) and here (named)

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Seeing the Sights [Lin-Manuel & Reader]

Summary: You never thought helping a tourist out would make such an impact on your life.

Word count: 3214

Warnings: a swearword or two, mentions of dragon slaying

Author’s notes: This is a completely platonic piece. No romance. None at all. I wrote it because, as someone eloquently put it, “I just want to be friends with Lin, is that so much to ask?”. This is exactly how my meeting with Lin would go down in a perfect universe. Self-indulgent? You bet.
At first I wanted to include a scene where reader tries to teach Lin a bit of their language, but it just didn’t want to fit anywhere. Maybe I’ll post it separately later, since it was pretty hysterical. Polish is a hard language to learn, guys.
Also, the reader’s gender neutral!
(Just a warning - I’m not a native English speaker, so this might be a little awkward in some places. If you notice any mistakes, please point them out to me!)

“Co podać?” (“How can I serve you?”)

“Miętowe z czekoladą, poproszę” (“Mint and chocolate, please”), you said to the vendor, already excited to taste the sweet treat. It was the nineteenth of May, and that was your first ice cream this year. You always had to be careful about eating frozen food, since you were prone to catching colds, but the air was perfectly warm. An ideal day to enjoy some minty goodness.

You’ve been lucky this semester: no classes on Fridays. At first, you’ve been planning to get some work done, but seeing the pleasant weather outside you decided to get some “you” time. It’s been a while since you’ve taken a break, and your skin was yearning for sunlight.

You strolled down Basztowa Street, observing both people rushing towards the shopping mall and crows hanging around the park on your left. You liked this place; it was right in the heart of Cracow, but it never felt truly crowded, probably thanks to the greenbelt surrounding the Old Town. It was a perfect spot to people watch; something about here made you feel less lonely. Well, at least less than usual.

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perfectlyrose  asked:

7 + a ship of your choice :)

7:  if I could do this all over again, I would

(kelsey, you have no idea – i’ve been trying to finish this draft for what seems like a million years and your prompt finally pushed me to do it! i hope you enjoy it <3)

running scared 

(Just running scared each place we go
So afraid that he might show) 

“God, I’m tired,” she mutters and laughs—breezily—rubbing her eyes. “I don’t even know what’s my name anymore. Did we really have to chase that Flox up to here?”

He grins helplessly and shrugs his shoulders, as though to ask, ‘what can I say?’

She chuckles again. “Yeah, forget I asked that.”

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So I never thought I’d make a post about Yakov Feltsman, but here we are XD

Yakov has made it very apparent throughout the season that he thinks Victor’s just messing around for fun, “playing coach” like it’s a game. Until now, I’ve just thought that the writers made Yakov so angry about Victor dropping everything to go be Yuuri’s coach because Victor is literally the most talented ice skater he’s ever coached.

Of course, Yuri Plisetsky is up-and-coming crazy talented, but Yakov has history with Victor; he’s possibly even known him since before Victor’s Junior debut. This is Victor’s career, and Yakov is upset because from where he’s standing, it looks like Victor is throwing everything away on some selfish hunch. Watching Yakov’s attitude slowly warm to Yuuri over the course of episode 9 was really interesting.

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Untouched pt. 4

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, swearing, losing virginity, SMUT. 

Summary: the whole team is surprised to find out you’re still a virgin, and the news seems to make you more allegeable to some of the men around the compound. Bucky is no less surprised than the rest of the team, and finds it even harder to keep his eyes off you as he nurses a secret of his own, which he feels obliged to reveal to you after an incident in the training room.

The big moment! I hope I did it justice. :) 

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Rotten to the Core: Catch (Slice of Life/Dark Oneshot)

This oneshot is the first in a trio series, requested/inspired by @funkzpiel and @firebyfire. Criminal AU, Grindelnewt and probably Gramander.

The Blue Pegasus was a club, where the high society and shady people dined. It was laying in New York’s center, being the heart of the residing crime scene. A pulsating heart with blue, white and silver flashes. Whiskey, liquor and cocktails flew through its veins. Its skin was pearlmouth, leather and white powders. Rubies for eyes. The clothes it wrapped itself in were the security of all sorts of mafia bosses, corrupt polices and more, ready to fight with bullets, knives, darts and betrayal.

A band was playing a fast, wild song. Punk rock. Blue, white and silver lights ran over the floor. While most people were on the dance floor, enjoying themselves, there was a small section upstairs, which was reserved for the high elite. Seperated from the common folk by an elegant, dark crimson carpet. Only the best of the worst were allowed to sit in wild leather armchairs and couchs, drink long ice tea with pearls and eat tapas, made out of the finest pork filet.

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Wedding date

A Drabble Games fic requested by @queencaitlin135, featuring Fili

02: “I think I’m in love with you and that scares the hell out of me.”
03: “I almost lost you.” 


The silvery chime of a bell heralded your arrival as you pushed open the door of the Blue Mountain Roastery, letting the warm smell of coffee waft over you. A smile immediately brightened the face of a plump, raven-haired lady behind the counter who balanced a large tray of freshly baked pastries, ready to find their home in the glass bakery case.

“Good morning, dear,” she called, “so nice to see you again.”

“Thanks, Dis, it’s great to be back.”

Dis’ younger son pushed an unruly mop of dark curls away from his face to greet you with a cheeky grin from where he stood on a stepladder, stocking a display shelf with small bags of coffee beans.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

“Hey, Kili,” you chuckled. “How’s the wedding planning coming?”

Kili gave a mutinous roll of his eyes, lowering his voice. “Let’s just say Mum’s idea of a small wedding is different from mine and Tauriel’s. Eloping has never sounded so good.”

“Well, not long now, at least,” you consoled him, turning toward the counter and steeling yourself for the flutter of your stomach that had nothing to do with hunger.

Your eyes met Fili’s sea-blue ones over the cash register, and his stubbled cheeks dimpled with a dazzling smile as he wiped his hands on his apron before resting them on his hips.

“Haven’t seen you all week,” he noted, with a teasing twinkle in his eye. “Don’t tell me I almost lost you to Starbucks.”

“Bite your tongue,” you mock-scolded, “I was at a conference for work.”

“Well, you’re in luck, your favorite table is empty and I’ll get the usual started for you, hmm?”

“Thanks, Fili,” you grinned, making a beeline for the table in the corner as the bell tinkled again, bringing more people into the cafe.

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It hadn’t been five minutes since they had all passed the rotting maypole when Hawu became possessed of a need she misinterpreted as a desire—bold of face—to be left alone.

Having left behind a clearing where footsteps mattered little by way of mud, the shuffling of six pairs of feet now call up fallen leaves and dirt. One such pair finds the time to visit upon its companions with a sense of affection. Lips pop against two different cheeks, one such cheek bringing her to rise onto her toes before moving on to jostle a smaller pair of feet and another pair of expensive shoes now ruined by mud and gods only know what else. A mutter of congratulatory thanks is leveled to the smaller pair, the quickness of silk sifting against a coat fills the air before at last there lingers one walking mud effigy whom she sweeps up in her feeble arms.

The embrace transfers to the departing soul a host of muddy clothing and the bitter scents of dirt and sweat. Hawu will tell anyone that such an embrace served its purpose but in reality, she hadn’t really figured it would have been so severe.

She had missed Cohno’ra, they hadn’t had the chance to see one another in weeks. It had been weeks, hadn’t it?

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Finished filming Director Luca Guadagnino and actor Armie Hammer about the power of sensuality, ugly beauty and sex in front of cameras

The Italian director Luca Guadagnino is a master of emotional, intimate theatre like ‘I Am Love’ (with Tilda Swinton) and ‘A Bigger Splash’ (with Ralph Fiennes) that unsettle and charm with their intensity. Armie Hammer rather drew attention with his complex interpretations of discrete roles, not at last with the Winklevoss twins in ‘The Social Network’. Now Luca Guadagnino assigned him with the role of Oliver, a young American that gets tangled in an armour fou (intense love affair, in his screen adaption of André Aciman’s novel ‘Call me by your name’ (Berlinale 2017/Sundance Festival).

For the VOGUE-talk they met in the Palazzo Albergoni in the Lombardy, a century old villa that is the home of an American professor, his Italian wife and their 17 year old son Elio in the movie. Oliver is a guest in their villa and like Armie Hammer he was changed by his Italian experiences.

Armie Hammer: We already talked about the fact that the atmosphere of the movie is supposed to be relaxed and loose. Thanks to you this is also true behind the camera. And that despite the hard circumstances, especially the rainfall.

Luca Guadagnino: That happens without me having to think about it. I love having guests. And this movie is about someone that is a guest. Many things in human relationships can’t be controlled but some things can be alleviated. The shooting is a hectic process full of conflicts that are related to personal discomfort. Shooting A Bigger Splash was all about it. This time I wanted to avoid such tensions. But there is always an inner tension that builds up during shooting and is related to the contents of the movie. I try to redirect the intensities between my colleagues into the movie. Especially the cultural differences between Italiens, French and American has to be channelled.


Name: Luca Guadagnino
Job: movie, documentary and opera director
Life: Born 1971 in Palermo. Childhood in Ethiopia. Study of film history in Rome, thesis about Jonathan Demme. After first short and fictional movies were ‘I Am Love’ (2009) and ‘A Bigger Splash’ (2015) internationally successful. 2013 he introduced the documentary ‘Bertolucci on Bertolucci’. Since 2013 his creative agency is producing fictional and fashion movies and supervises fashion campaigns. 2012 debut as opera director with ‘Falstaff’ in Verona.
Privately: Lives in Crema, Italy.

Name: Armie Hammer
Job: Actor
Life: Born 1986 in Los Angeles. Childhood in Dallas and on the Cayman Islands. Dropped out of high school in Los Angeles to start his acting career. First roles in TV-shows. 2008 main role in ‘Billy: The Early Years’. 2010 ‘The Social Network’. 2011 co-star to Leonardo DiCaprio in ‘J.Edgar’. 2013 main role in ‘The Lone Ranger’. Bought the movie rights for the story of the drug lord La Barbie.
Privately: Married to the actress Elizabeth Chambers. One daughter.

Armie Hammer: Your movies always play in Italy despite international cast?

Luca Guadagnino: It is easier to organise. But I don’t plan it. To tell the truth I hope this is the last movie shot in Italy for a long while. By the way I always wanted to work with you and ‘Call Me By Your Name’ was the moment to ask you. The international cast wasn’t planned, developed naturally. I would never as a European director cast an American for a reason that isn’t part of history.

Armie Hammer: I love this shooting experience and the life here. Crema, where we live, is the most pittoresk town that I can imagine. Nobody speaks English. That is completely new for me as an American who usually gets through with this. I dive into a new world 24 hours a day. And it is an analog experience. My smartphone is turned off most of the time alone because of the time difference. This isolation makes it easy to concentrate on the project. I feel like I landed in a different universe.

Luca Guadagnino: Really? You don’t know this way of shooting?

Armie Hammer: Absolutely not. I never worked with a director with where I instantly felt like we fit. I just walked into this world where everything is lovely, the colleagues, you, this villa.

Luca Guadagnino: But isn’t it always like that? I’m curious now.

Armie Hammer: You make me feel like we are equal. There’s no hierarchy here where the director is like the god where me as an actor is located beneath after the author, the producer and so on.

Luca Guadagnino: So that’s how it’s usually?

Armie Hammer: Yes, especially with projects with a gigantic budget and big studio. You are only the actor there who has to fit into the designated mould.

Luca Guadagnino: As a director I always feel like a kid that still has many years until the graduation. I still have much to explore and discover. I don’t only want to get a concept of the fictional characters but also of the actors. This attitude is probably because of the postwar movies and exploded in the 70s. With directors like Scorsese and Coppola the line between actors, characters and story blurred. I wonder how I can realise a bigger movie with this attitude, an action movie for example.

Armie Hammer: Like ‘French Connection’?

Luca Guadagnino: Absolutely. As a spectator you get completely absorbed into the lives of the cops played by Gene Hackman and Roy Scheider. You feel the risk that they and the director take. The movie is a phenomenal adrenaline ride. Something like this is a huge inspiration. I’m not very interested in fiction. I hate the man-made, constructed, polished way of it. I want to find out something while filming, I want to, how do they say?

Armie Hammer: Be a midwife?

Luca Guadagnino: Exactly. I am a delivery nurse. And my new interpretation of ‘Suspiria’ is gonna be as personal as ‘Call Me By Your Name’. I always felt I wanted to shoot this movie again. I want to honour the feeling that the movie caused me when I was ten. I hope that it will shock the audience.

Armie Hammer: That is an interesting idea to make a movie for the sole purpose to make the audience feel what you once did.

Luca Guadagnino: Just like I will hopefully convince the audience with our that it doesn’t matter who they fall in love with.

Armie Hammer: That they can fall in love with anyone?

Luca Guadagnino: I love the impossible and hate the possible. When I suspect that something unreachable can be realised I get really enthusiastic.

Armie Hammer: The novel from André Aciman, which inspired our movie, is also a challenge. It is narrated in its own perspective. You are completely in Elio’s head. You hear his doubts see the scenes painted by him. But the screen adaption is more the study of two people who overcome all kinds of obstacles and fears.

Luca Guadagnino: A face can tell a lot about what’s going on inside. And when you have fantastic actors then you build an emotional world that gets tangible while watching.

Armie Hammer: Normally I research for a movie for months and read everything what I can get my hands on. But for the information that I needed for the role of Oliver Aciman’s nove is not the perfect source. Instead I tried to find out what it meant to grow up in the 70s and 80s. And I got acquainted with the Jewish identity that is important for my role. But mostly I tried to understand the tone of the movie. My character is curious, sensual and open for everything that he encounters. No matter if it’s a glass of peach juice, Elio or the young Chiara. To understand that was a big part of the preparation.

Luca Guadagnino: The movie doesn’t portray Oliver like for example ‘Malèna’ by Giuseppe Tornatore was directed - as a pretty woman you stare at. That he is a good looking man was always an ironic detail for me. All characters are beautiful but not because of their physical appearance but because we gaze into their heart and soul. What is important is the emotional process that Elio undergoes and that we can see in his look. How does he deal with his crush? Does he make more out of it?

Armie Hammer: I noticed there’s not a single vanity shot in this movie where it’s about the best angle with the most flattering sun light that stages the face. But still every single shot is gorgeous in all your movies. They are incredibly cautious and subtle.

Luca Guadagnino: I’m interested in sensuousness not beauty. When I hear the word beauty I cock my gun. For me it’s about how those people submit to the sensuousness at last. In the end you can’t turn down an erotic challenge. Another impossibility that I think about constantly.

Armie Hammer: Water is a sensuous element in this movie.

Luca Guadagnino: And that while I can’t swim. When I go into the water I drown. I hate the sea, I hate the heat, the humidity, the people around me, I don’t want to present myself naked. Pantelleria was also disgusting for me while shooting ‘A Bigger Splash’.

Armie Hammer: Well, this is funny: We spend a good part of the movie in the water and that while you hate it!

Luca Guadagnino: It is about the meaning in the movie just like with the sex scenes. Technically they’re without meaning if they’re not about the dialogue between two people.

Armie Hammer: If you believe it or not I had my first sex scene in ‘Call Me By Your Name’!

Luca Guadagnino: Wait, you never did this before?

Armie Hammer: No! But you and the crew dealt with it like it would be nothing special, just another scene. And as soon as it is “Cut!” you look up and come out of the fog: there’s the boom operator, there’s the camera man and they just do their job. I wish I could fill this feeling in bottles, the feelings before and after the scene. I would need weeks to explain the difference. Anyway it doesn’t feel like anything special to me anymore either.

Luca Guadagnino: You made it emotionally completely believable. That was fantastic. Actors are in a very fragile position.

Armie Hammer: We are incredibly exposed alone because the whole crew is there.

Luca Guadagnino: The actor gives the director a credit of trust. And then the movie goes out into the world.

Armie Hammer: But that is why I became an actor.

Luca Guadagnino: And when will you become a director?

Armie Hammer: I’ll probably never write my own script. I don’t have the concentration to sit down for months. I’d really like to direct a movie though. But when I see how fluent and effortless the process is for someone like you then I tell myself I’ll never be able to do this.

Luca Guadagnino: In your opinion, what does it mean to be a director? You already worked with the best.

Armie Hammer: Well, it’s about reconcile everyone involved and always keep the outline in mind. I don’t have a single clue what processes are happening in a director, it’s all going on inside. And it’s so fast I tell myself if I ask a question now I only hinder everything. But there are directors that approach things completely different and think at every shot out loud where the camera should be placed.

Luca Guadagnino: Do you like that better?

Armie Hammer: Sure. No one is as close to the camera as the actor. And when the director walks over to start a talk with the cameraman I sure do listen closely. I always knew I wanted to make movies. As a child I went to the cinema on weekends and watched everything that was on the program. I had no idea what a director or producer does so the next thing was to become an actor.

Luca Guadagnino: To direct means to be an outcast. You have to ready yourself for a journey that’s deep and dark.

Armie Hammer: What’s the reason for that? Where does this alienation come from?

Luca Guadagnino: I thought about what I like today. While growing up I loved directors whose movies were strong, compromising and hard to take. Their movies had no success at the beginning but became legends later: Stanley Kubrick for example, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Michael Powell, Federico Fellini. Under this circumstances I can’t make a Hollywood movie. You are dead before you receive a second chance. So: I like directors that do what they want and address my desires. It’s scary but I also always get what I want. I was in love with Ralph Fiennes, his photos hung on my wall. And then he played in ‘A Bigger Splash’. It is important to get what you really want. I really need to own and desire the actors that star in my movies.

Armie Hammer: Was it the same with me?

Luca Guadagnino: When I saw ‘The Social Network’: Yes, the movie is brilliant, the script is great, Jesse Eisenberg plays Mark Zuckerberg fantastically - but who the hell are the Winklevoss twins? There was something about you that I wanted to bring in front of the cameras.

Armie Hammer: And we did it.

Luca Guadagnino: My next goal is to find your dark side. Do you see yourself as an actor as a seducer or as seduced? I always hear that actors are seductive. But as a director I have to say that sometimes they get seduced and then left alone.

Armie Hammer: Who isn’t involved in the origination process romanticises actors. It would be really great if I would get surrounded with scripts. But the sad truth is that there are so little good directors and great scripts that everyone wants a role as soon as a good movie appears on the market. I feel more like a boxer in the fight for a chance. Sure there are colleagues that get all the fantastical commissions automatically…

Luca Guadagnino: … but you don’t even want that.

Armie Hammer: But you seduced me and it was definitely worth it. The filming with you has left as big an impression in my personal life as in my professional.

Luca Guadagnino: It’s irrelevant how many movies an actor shoots per year. It’s about giving an emotional iconic performance. And you did that. That’s how Film history works. That’s how I see it and I’m film historian.

Armie Hammer: You know more about movies than anyone else. And partly that’s the reason why you make such beautiful movies. On the other hand you gaze so interestingly at things, at everything, whatever it may be. Your opinion is always cultivated, considered carefully.

Luca Guadagnino: There are so many practical problems while filming it’s overwhelming. You have to work with every single shot and then the total out of it.

Armie Hammer: I worked with directors that said, no the trees have to be planted differently.

Luca Guadagnino: It’s crazy! That’s how I thought about it when I was 17. You shoot in a garden where everything gets redesigned. But that’s not how it works.

Armie Hammer: I know other directors that like midwifes let things take their way.

Luca Guadagnino: There we come to the masters of the subject. They didn’t close the door to reality, how Jean Renoir once said.

The talk was moderated by Ingeborg Harms 
Photo by Peter Rigaud
Original text published in VOGUE GERMANY, January 2017 issue, translated from German into English by Nici Jones.