who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter: Jack is the hunter, and he places kind of a lot of personal value on the legacy of being a hunter, protecting people from the things that go bump in the night, even though hunters and werewolves are uneasy allies these days, and … what the fuck, he just went to warily welcome a new werewolf to campus and the werewolf made him pie? Since when do werewolves eat pie???
who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman: Bitty’s the fisherman (who’s honestly kind of afraid of drowning and likes swimming but would really rather not be out in the deep ocean, thanks), and Jack is the merman who saves him when he does almost drown and decides that for his own safety and just because the ocean is awesome he needs swimming lessons!
who’s the witch and who’s the familiar: Bitty is the witch! Everyone loves him as a kitchen witch and so do I. Jack did not expect to ever find a witch he was compatible with (let’s have this in the familiars-are-celebrities universe again, I feel a worldbuildy fic coming on. For what fandom? That is the question), and he kind of resents that it’s Bitty, who’s not doing any of the Big Important Magic like Alicia does with Bob’s help.
who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict: There are so many fics where Bitty works at a bakery or a coffee shop! Let’s imagine Jack doing it, the occasional shift or a summer job or something because he actually finds the procedure of making the drinks soothing as long as he doesn’t have to be on the register too often. And Bitty who’s always stumbling in at odd times but always asks for the biggest, sugariest drink they have, to the point that Jack is mildly concerned about his heart.
who’s the professor and who’s the TA: Jack’s a new professor on the tenure track and Bitty is assigned as his TA for an intro course, and Jack Needs This To Be Perfect, so he kind of takes it out on Bitty for a while until they manage to start pulling in the same direction.
who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss): Jack is the prince! He’s basically the Prince Of Hockey canonically, so I’m going with it. It kind of stings his pride to be protected and served by this cheery ray of sunshine who can do anything on horseback but tends to flinch out of the way in duels, but then Sir Eric saves his life and Jack finds himself indebted to him and then finds, to his shock, that he doesn’t actually mind the debt.
who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent: I have seen this both ways around the fandom! But today I want single parent Jack who adopted a kid on his own when he was still single after retiring from hockey who promptly finds himself with a huge besotted crush on his kid’s new teacher, who keeps baking pies for the class and inviting Jack to chaperone field trips.
who’s the writer and who’s the editor: How does this fandom not have this AU yet??? Anyway, in this Alicia is a famous novelist instead of an actress and model and Jack grew up wanting to emulate her instead of his father, but he knows he can’t compete with his mother’s award-winning, taught-in-college-classes books, and more than that, that he doesn’t want to. But he still wants to write, and he writes sweet honest love stories under a pen name and Bitty, new to his publishing house, gets assigned to him while his usual editor (Johnson) is on sabbatical (”Do editors even get sabbatical?” “Just go with the AU, Bitty”). And maybe there are some identity shenanigans where Jack writes under a pen name as a woman and Bitty doesn’t have his real name for whatever reason so he doesn’t think of him as a romantic prospect for quite some time.
Lance pokes fun of Shiro being a merman (not an actual merman unfortunately), and pidge and hunk, defending their father’s honour, dares lance to take some of Shiro’s classes (he teaches people how to become merppl n all that w allura).
Lance takes the dare and finds out this guy from one of his classes, whom he has a one-sided rivalry with, goes for mermaid lessons as well and *insert oh no he’s hot moment here*
anyway there’s lots of pining and swimming and mermaids and keith being obsessed with the mythical merpeople n lance finding it endearing as hell
[edit:] I’m not planning to write this however I will be building upon this au If you wanna write this or whatever could you link it to me? I wanna see it :D
Barry Jenkins: The scene is interesting to me because it’s like a turning point. These characters are essentially strangers to each other. And this scene is just after they’ve reconnected. Tarell Alvin McCraney’s original piece, “In Moonlight Black Boys Look Blue,” was kind of the starting point of this. Tarell wrote it as an undergrad at DePaul and passed it to me like a baton in a relay race.
He had this scene where Juan (Mahershala Ali) teaches Little (Alex Hibbert) some self-sustainability. Miami is surrounded by water. It’s always present. And I felt like there needed to be a moment of spiritual transference between these two characters. This idea of a swimming lesson seemed like the right place to do it.
Jamaica is flooding and its upsetting that the only source of info I’m to rely on are sparse news outlets and people stuck on the island… Whole houses are being washed away, bridges have disappeared, crops and herds gone… Obvi Jamaicans are being hilarious and requesting for life guards and swimming lessons lol but idk if it’s bc I’m not on Tumblr.edu as much as I once was, or if nobody’s talking about it, but it’s sad that it’s not getting the coverage that other disasters have received in the recent past…
OKAY BUT LIKE, now I need an entire MONTAGE of Magnus jumping out at people and saying his own name. Do you think Lup punched him in the face the first time he did that to her at close proximity. There’s gotta be at least ONCE when he tried to scare Taako while cooking and Taako threw an entire pot of boiling water in his direction before realizing what was happening. Lucretia drops her notebooks every time and gives him A Look and he sheepishly helps her pick them up. He swam up to Barry during a swimming lesson once and it took three hours to get Barry back into the water because “no Barry it wasn’t a shark it was just Magnus being an idiot and oh look is that Lup over there watching us yeah that’s what I thought.” Davenport tries to sneak farther away but Magnus finds him every time which is both reassuring and terrifying. Merle puked on Magnus once and now he doesn’t get “trained” as often.
How often do you think they try to scare him back.
This scene is interesting to me because it’s a turning point. In this scene, these characters are essentially strangers to each other and have just reconnected. Miami is surrounded by water, it’s always present, and I felt that there needed to be a moment of spiritual transference between these two characters and this idea of a swimming lesson– of Juan teaching Little how to swim, how to sustain himself– seemed like the right place to do it. I told Mahershala, “This is a baptism, and I need you to teach him how to float. Teach him how to swim.” Alex Hibbert actually did not know how to swim. He’s learning how to swim as you’re watching the scene. And it’s beautiful, because in this moment, where I want this element of spiritual transference to occur – you watch a grown black man teach a young black boy how to swim in the middle of the Atlantic ocean.
chat noir will
drape himself over ladybug’s lap during the downtime on their nightly patrols and
moan about how awful plagg is just for some head scratches from ladybug (let’s
be honest, plagg taught the kitty well; complain and receive cheese/ladybug)
they once spent
an afternoon atop the notre dame after an akuma attack critiquing civilian’s
fashion choices. both learned that their partner has excellent taste in fashion.
ladybug: “oh my
god is that a man bun? those things should be burned.”
chat noir: “who
the hell wears crocs anymore? they look like shit, and they make your feel
smell. god, shoes have three deciding factors: quality, price, and style. crocs
have the rare combination of being expensive, poor quality, and being ugly. it’s
quite a feat for one shoe to suck this much. i will judge anyone who wears crocs.”
ladybug uses chat noir as a mannequin to measure some of her designs during their downtime.
frequent arguments over akuma names because some are too stupid to say aloud. ladybug
believes in creativity and free will and vows to let the akumas keep the names
they declare themselves with. chat noir files petitions to change many of them
because he absolutely refuses to admit he nearly got beat by a Mr. Pigeon.
if ladybug and
chat noir are literally anywhere
together outside in public without an akuma, someone’ll always ask, “are you
two together? are you on a date?”. chat has to hold ladybug back from
stakeouts, chat noir sings “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall” and has gotten to 1
before, even though it usually ends up with him getting pitched off a roof.
morning, there was an akuma battle, and chat noir learned that ladybug has bad
bed head. he makes sure to keep a comb in his pocket now at all times for
whenever there’s an early battle, and ladybug doesn’t have time to fix her hair
before going to school. she doesn’t say it, but she’s really thankful. (also
really jealous because tikki, pockets,
give me pockets, god fucking damn it)
one time there
was a mermaid akuma in the seine and chat noir fell in the water and revealed
he couldn’t swim. ladybug saved him and made him take swimming lessons. nothing
beats coming to sunday morning swimming lessons and finding one of paris’s
famous superheros with floaties and a kick board.
you can bet your
ass that ladybug constantly makes “a cat to water” jokes every second she can.
ladybug keeps a
tally of how many puns chat noir makes. his gets to 162 in one night before she
sets a limit of 10 puns per day. he breaks it all the time and has to wear the
Collar of Shame™ for the rest of the day, which is black collar with a huge
pink bow. (ladybug thinks he secretly likes it).
actually hates ladybug’s puns and buys her the “Punning for Dummies” book for Christmas.
she gets him “31
Ways Not To Be A Douchebag”.
actually know how to use a real yo-yo. chat noir laughs for two weeks.
ladybug and chat
noir regularly attend movies as themselves because no one really knows why the
superheroes are going to the movies, but it probably means there’s an akuma or
something equally bad so let’s just not
go. it just means they get the best seats every time.
they’re really tired and stressed out, and ladybug is being bossy and chat noir
is fed up with hearing it, he’ll say, “okay, deborah” which causes her to pitch him off the eiffel tower.
chat noir can
never get into a hammock. he always flips over every time he tries to get on
one time ladybug
flubbed a back handspring, and the news stations got it live. chat noir plays
it on repeat for a week.
This is the second time Taako has agreed to teach someone a skill. We have the magic lessons with Angus and the swimming lessons with Barry - and if you think about it, the cooking show was all about teaching the audience how to cook, too. Like, this is NOT something I would’ve pegged as being part of Taako’s character but it is?? What is it that makes Taako a willing teacher?? Is it knowing how vital skills can be when trying to prove your worth on the road or on the streets? Is it a habit of teaching and learning from Lup over the years? Is it something he enjoys? Possibly related to showing off?
Ayer-verse One shot for my very good friend @royal-flush-gang! After the events from Belle Reve, the Joker decides it’s time for Harley to face her fears and learn to swim. With the Joker as her teacher and general tormentor.. Will she ever get over her fear? (Not related to the Impulse series.) Rated M.
“I don’t think I can do this.” Harley said, biting into her bottom lip inbetween her teeth. She tiptoed over the cold, beige tiled surface, occasionally catching her toes on the wet puddles that littered themselves across the ground.
Harley wrapped her arms around her almost bare body, her golden and black sequined bikini being her only cover. She shivered in fear when she lay her eyes on the cool blue liquid object of her nightmares that had been haunting her over the past few months. Since being rescued by the Joker from Belle Reve, he had been insistent that she take swimming lessons. Harley agreed half heartedly at his suggestion in the hope that he would forget. But here she stood, glancing down at the rippled water that danced with the reflection of the overhead chandelier.
The tiled base of the pool was a stark white colour with all the playing card suits printed on top. But even this masterpiece wasn’t enough to invite her in.
“You’re such a baby.” A deep voice echoed across the room. Harley snapped her head round to the source of the noise. The Joker strode in from the marble archway with a purple towel slung over his shoulder. His extraordinarily pale body was on display in all the right ways. J’s dark, prominent tattoos being the perfect print for his muscular white canvas. He donned only a pair of black metallic coloured swimming shorts with golden scribbles of the word ‘Ha-ha’ etched down the side seams.
Harley had fought and protested against wearing swimwear, due to the activity they were meant for. The Joker had suggested that they take lessons naked, but received a harsh look in return, instead he opted for a matching swim set to persuade her.
Success so far he thought, eyeing her curvy figure barely concealed by the black and gold sequins.
“I’m not a baby!” Harley shouted across the pool. “I told you, I don’t wanna do this!”
“Since when did your opinion matter?” J retorted, throwing his towel over the chaise lounge that lined the side of the indoor swimming pool.
Harley folded her arms and pouted in protest. “I don’t like getting wet.” She murmured.
“Yes you do.” He quipped back with a wink. Harley giggled and looked over at him, his muscles strained deliciously against his skin, moving with every action he took.
“Look,” He sighed. “If you want to be sitting at the bottom of a river the next time we have to make a spontaneous midnight dip, then be my guest.” Joker shrugged. “Telling me that you couldn’t swim whilst we were about to plunge into the water, wasn’t exactly the right time to bring up the subject was it? You daft cow.”
“No,” Harley whispered, preparing herself for another lecture about the incident. “If you don’t at least try, I swear next time I’ll drown you myself. Understood?” Joker snarled, pointing his finger at her.
“Yes sir.” She nodded, clutching her own body tightly.
“Besides,” J said, moving around the pool towards her. “It could be fun.” Joker suddenly rushed towards her and grabbed her waist. Harley squealed as he began to tickle her. “You want to have fun, don’t you Harley?” He murmured hotly against the shell of her ear.
“Mmm, yes Puddin’.” Harley breathed, feeling his arms wrap around her waist tightly. Now with her back towards the swimming pool, Harley slid her hands up past his shoulders and around his neck, teasing the ends of his green hair inbetween her fingers.
“Please don’t make me do it Puddin’… We could just stay in the shallow end and mess about..” Harley whispered with lust filled eyes.
Joker raised a brow at her suggestion. He let his eyes drift for a moment past her shoulders and down towards the pool. He smirked when he noticed that they were both standing by the deep end.
“Naughty.” He purred, leaning down to kiss her. Whilst he had captured her undivided attention, Joker began taking tiny steps forwards, making Harley move backwards. Once he could see the heels of her feet teetering on the edge, he stopped.
“What, what’s wrong?” Harley asked, noticing his distracted eyes.
Joker looked down at her with a broad smile stretched across his face. “I didn’t want to do this Harl, but you’ve left me with no choice.” His hands grabbed her hips harshly and before the words even met Harley’s ears, she was being pushed backwards.
Suddenly Harley was engulfed by water, her back smacked against the calm looking surface with a painful slap. Her eyes were wide with fear as she felt the water sting against the corners of her eyes and wrap itself around her ankles. Harley felt trapped, like she was being dragged down into an endless abyss. She tried to hold her breath but soon enough, air bubbles were erupting from her throat.
Harley saw a distorted image of the Joker leaning over the edge of the pool, trying to look in to find her. Once she saw him, her body kicked into autopilot. Her hands reached up through the dense liquid barrier to try and reach him. Before her fingertips could break the surface, a muffled splash invaded her water filled ears. A pair of strong arms broke the waters hold on her body and lifted her up.
As soon as Harley’s face emerged from the water she gasped, inhaling as much oxygen as she could.
The Joker appeared in front of her. While his right hand was still firmly attached her waist, he smoothed back his wet green hair with his left, trying to stifle a giggle when he saw that Harley’s eyes were bloodshot, and that her own locks were stuck to her face tightly, making her prominently angry blue eyes even more visible.
“You – You bastard!” She cried, weakly beating his chest with her fists, making the water splash around them.
J threw his head back and laughed at the wound up little blonde attacking him. “I hate you!” Harley yelled, pinching her eyes closed to ease the burn.
“Oh baby… and I thought my feelings were only one sided.” J teased. His smile was soon wiped of his face when a hard, wet slap was administered to his cheek. He glared down at Harley’s furious face.
“This isn’t funny! You coulda’ killed me! I might of drowned!” She yelled. Harley suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head against his shoulder, trying to catch her stolen breath.
“Lesson learnt then isn’t it Harley, anyone can push you in. Next time it might not be me, next time you might not come back up.” He threatened, running a finger down her spine. “You need to learn how to swim.”
Harley nodded into his neck. “Just promise not to do that again.” She muttered, brushing her wet lips against this equally wet skin.
“Mmmm… I suppose there are other ways for me to have fun.” He smirked, teasing the back tie of her bikini top. … Harley stood at the shallow end of the pool, the water barely tickling her waist line as she gazed at the Joker who was now at the opposite end to her, treading water.
“Just do it like I taught you!” He yelled.
Harley bit her lip and fumbled with her fingers. “I can’t do the whole length Pud.”
“Yes you can!” Joker shouted back with an encouraging smile. “Just focus on me.”
Harley nodded and crouched down, letting the shallow water engulf her shoulders. She thought back to the method that the Joker had taught her. He had her laying on her front as he gently walked along with her, holding her above water by his hands as she glided against the water.
“C'mon baby.” He whispered, locking onto her fearful eyes.
Harley nodded and looked down at the water rippling over her skin, she took a deep breath and pushed off against the printed tiles. She extended her arms and legs out completely and swiftly began to move her right arm down past her thighs, brushing it with her pruned fingertips. After being scolded multiple times, Harley remembered to kick her legs beneath the waters surface, making her propel across the pool faster. Her body twisted under the water to the side, allowing her to glide through her side stroke. Her legs kicked in rhythm with her arms movements, remembering to take breaths every time her head rose up to move again.
Harley’s muscles ached from the practice, but she fought through the pain. J being her prize for reaching the other end was her only motivation now.
“That’s it!” Joker beamed, watching her head dip in and out of the water while she swiftly moved across the surface. “Good girl.”
When Harley was only a few strokes away from him, J extended one arm out while the other continued to keep him afloat. He grabbed onto her left wrist as it came circulating round again. Joker pulled her forward, earning a water filled gasp from her lips.
Harley squealed when her balance got knocked off. But before she slipped under, Joker hauled her over to him, causing her to crash into his chest.
“Keep this up and you can be my very own little mermaid.” He grinned, looking down at her. Harley giggled under his praise and pulled her arms up around his shoulders, holding on tightly.
“I can’t believe I did it!” Harley squeaked, looking over her shoulder at the distance she’d just achieved.
“I told you.. That’s why you should always listen to Daddy, he knows best.” Joker nodded. He leant back slightly and grabbed the edge of the pool when he noticed that Harley’s weight attached to his was slowly making them sink.
“Thank you Daddy.” Harley smiled, placing a wet kiss on his cheek. She kissed him again, but slightly lower, and then once more, capturing his soft cold lips with her own. Joker groaned into her mouth, slipping his tongue inbetween her teeth to tease her.
Harley shivered. Feeling his wet skin against her own made the kiss all that more passionate. He had a way of making fireworks burst inside her, even from just a simple touch. “Puddin’.” She moaned, grabbing at his skin to pull herself closer.
“Wrap your legs around me.” Joker purred, patting her ass lightly as a hint. Using his broad shoulders as leverage, Harley jumped up and wrapped her toned legs around his waist.
“Ready for your second lesson?” Joker asked.
Harley raised a brow playfully. “What’s that?”
“Oxygen preservation.” He smirked. Suddenly J pushed up against the ledge and forced them both under the water. A flash of panic filled Harley’s eyes as she tried to blink through the air bubbles that were rising from both their bodies. Joker smiled widely, letting the water seep through the gaps of his grill. His hair floated like a fresh meadow, while pink and blue stands threatened to invade his space. Both Harley and the Joker’s faces were now surrounded by hair, dancing in the ripples of movement that their bodies created.
Harley still had her legs wrapped around the Joker, holding on to dear life. J smirked at her fear. He could feel her heart beating with adrenaline up against his own, her veins were full of it… Excitement and fear all rolled into one… How magnificent.
Joker’s hand wandered up to her hair, feeling the weightless strands tickle his knuckles. In amongst it all he found the back of her head and he grasped her roots painfully, making her eyes snap up and focus on him, instead of the water that was threatening to fill her lungs. Joker pushed her head forward and crashed his lips onto hers.
After a few moments, Harley reacted to his hot tongue, opening up her mouth for him to enter, she felt his whole mouth latch onto hers like her own personal oxygen mask. But she could feel him running out of breath whilst he was giving her the hottest kiss she’d ever had.
Joker set his feet firmly on the tiles. Still with his eyes closed, he tried to make Harley forget about the deep, all consuming abyss.
J pushed off from the tiles when he felt his air running out. Still holding her, they both rose up to the surface.
Once they broke through, Joker had admittedly expected another slap or even an aggressive glare from the girl squeezing the life out of him in an iron grip. But instead she pulled away for a moment, admiring the way his hair looked effortlessly flawless after just being underwater. Harley bit her lip and looked down to his mouth, feeling droplets of water pebble down her face.
She pulled him in by the grip on his neck and immediately began to devour his mouth. J ran his fingers down her back, feeling the contours of her athletic figure react to his every touch.
“Oh.” Harley moaned, feeling him begin to fumble with the tie of her bikini top. He pinched one end of the prefect bow and pulled gently, allowing the thin material to fall away from her body. He pressed her harder against his chest, making him growl deeply.
Joker moved from her mouth and began to suckle on her neck, leaving bright red teeth marks in his wake. Harley lolled her head to the side, falling victim to his mouth once more.
“Joker..” Harley groaned, feeling her back press up against the cold edge of the pool. J’s hands began to wander lower past her waist, cupping her ass and giving it a squeeze as he began to grind his own arousal against her. He was pleased to discover that Harley’s bikini bottoms were also secured by two flimsy looking ties. Joker took them between his fingers and pulled them apart.
Harley arched her back, allowing him to peel the material away form her. She frowned in the knowledge that he was still wearing his swimming shorts. Harley couldn’t help but moan when she felt the elastic waistband teasingly rub against her inner thigh.
“Ah!” She cried, feeling his teeth bite away at her collar bone. Whilst he was busy creating a path of bruises on her wet, pale skin; Harley dipped her hand under the water and began to tug at his shorts. She gasped when she felt his hardness poke inbetween her legs.
“Such a good girl.” Joker purred. Now nipping at her earlobe and dragging the skin away from her.
Harley pushed his shorts down as far as she could in the position she was in. J chuckled and stepped out of his black shorts, pushing her further against the tiles in the process.
“Please Daddy.” She whispered seductively, feeling how hard he was against her skin.
J shifted her slightly around his hips, making it easier for him to give her what she desired so desperately.
Harley locked him in place with her legs, giving a heavy sigh as she felt one of his hands adjust himself below the water. “Beg for me.” J murmured against her cheek.
Harley dropped her head onto his shoulder and moaned in anticipation. “Please Daddy. Oh, please.”
“Do you deserve it?” He asked, grinding painfully into her.
Harley nodded in response, clamping her teeth gently onto his shoulder. “I do, please Daddy.”
Joker’s hands latched onto her thighs, leaving pink indents of his nails onto her skin. Within moments, he pushed forward and filled her completely with his lust. Harley cried out with an open mouth against his skin. She arched into his body, so that they were flush against each other. Harley grabbed the nape of his neck and clawed at his damp hair.
Joker hooked his arms underneath her, lifting her up and down. He growled with every twitch she gave him. Her moans were deep, full of love in the purest form.
J pressed his open mouth against her face and grunted loudly, matching her moans. Usually during their throes of passion the Joker would whisper tantalisingly dirty things into her ear, he would pin her down or even tie her just so she understood who was in control. But not this time, no, this time Harley moved on her own with J’s encouragement. And the only sound that could be heard was their deep sighs and the sound of water cascading over their intertwined bodies.
“I can’t-” Harley cried, clawing at every part of his skin exposed to her. “J!”
“Shhh..” He muttered. Joker increased his pace, pulling her down harder onto him.
“I’m so close…”
“I know.” He purred. One more thrust and Harley was done for, she threw her head back in ecstasy, chanting his name like a forbidden prayer.
Joker sped up when he felt Harley’s body grow limp into his arms. His pace was relentless, quickly finding his own release. J growled and pinched his eyes shut, feeling himself give in to her completely.
“Such a good, good girl.” He moaned, resting his forehead against her chest. Harley tired to speak, but her breath had been stolen from her lungs, all symptoms of her body still coming down from the high that only the Joker could bring her to.
J reached up suddenly and tilted her chin to the side so that she faced him. He brushed stray damp hairs off her skin and back behind her ear.
“I told you we’d have fun.” He giggled right before he kissed her, feeling her soul melt into his again.
“Got anything else you want to teach me Daddy?” Harley asked, winking lazily.
Oh she long dead. She wouldn’t give it up for Johannes up there so he threw her off the boat. Did you know your momma couldn’t swim? You all need to work on that. Take swimming lessons, this is how we get stereotypes.
You want help?
Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time, a man got fucked. Now, how is that for a story? ‘Cause that’s the story of black people in America! Shit, you all don’t know you black yet. You think you just people. Let me be the first to tell you that you are all black. The moment these Dutch motherfuckers set foot here and decided they white, and you get to be black, and that’s the nice name they call you…
Let me paint a picture of what’s waiting for you on the shore. You arrive in America, land of opportunity, milk and honey, and guess what? You all get to be slaves. Split up, sold off, and worked to death. The lucky ones get Sunday off to sleep and fuck and make more slaves, and all for what? For cotton? Indigo? For a fucking purple shirt? The only good news is the tobacco that your grandchildren are gonna farm for free is gonna give a shitload of these white motherfuckers cancer. And I ain’t even started yet.
A hundred years later. You’re fucked.
A hundred years after that. Fucked.
A hundred years after you get free, you still getting fucked out a job and shot at by police. You see what I’m saying?
This guy gets it. I like him. He’s getting angry. Angry is good. Angry gets shit done. You shed tears for Compé Anansi, and here he is, telling you you are staring down the barrel of three hundred years of subjugation, racist bullshit, and heart disease. He is telling you there isn’t one goddamn reason you shouldn’t go up there right now and slit the throats of every last one of these Dutch motherfuckers and set fire to this ship!
You already dead, asshole. At least die a sacrifice for something worthwhile. Let the motherfucker burn! Let it all burn!
Do y'all pull pranks on each other while on set & if so, what was the best one so far?
So, you share your dreams with your family and I told them that one of my dreams was to work with Quentin Tarantino. On day, we were taking swim lessons and I left early, so after they told me that Quentin came and grabbed a coffee with them after I left - Miguel