this was basically inspired by my friend saying he was bad in this movie god

Wicked Game ~ Peter Parker, Part 2

Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of heartbreak and not talking to Peter for 2 weeks causes the reader to not want to go to homecoming, but MJ forces her to go and the events that happen there may turn the worst 2 weeks to the best 2 weeks of her life.

Warnings: Minor swearing, angst, make out

Word count: 2,589… I got a little carried away whoops

It’s been two weeks since the incident on the rooftop. I haven’t talked to Peter since then. At this point, I could barely look at him without bursting into tears. The truth is beside Peter I didn’t have any friends besides Michelle. I didn’t exactly tell her what happened, but I’m pretty sure she figured out it had to do with Peter. Ignoring Peter wasn’t incredibly hard since we lived in the same apartment. Just because I didn’t want to talk didn’t mean he didn’t. For the first week, he followed me around trying to talk to me. Of course, I had headphones and turned them up as loud as my ears could handle so I couldn’t hear his voice. At least he took the hint and stopped trying to start a conversation. Now he just stares at me. All of the time. I swear he keeps playing this game. Doesn’t he get he already won? The more he looks at me the more my heart breaks. At this point I’m numb. Why the hell did I fall in love with him? I’m such a fool.

“Are you going to tell me what happened between you and Peter or are you just going to sit staring out the window looking like you’re about to cry everyday” I heard Michelle say nonchalantly.

“It’s a long story MJ” I replied

“Good thing this homework we are working on isn’t due tomorrow,” She said putting the books aside.

“I don’t really want t-”

“You can’t keep this to yourself any more Y/N I’m seriously getting worried, I’m not a doctor, but I know hiding something that made you this upset for too long isn’t smart,” she said interrupting me

“He broke my heart” I whispered, tears beginning to fill my eyes as my mind replayed the events of the worst night of my life.

“He doesn’t deserve you Y/N, if he doesn’t see how amazing you are he’s blind, and a fucking idiot to be honest, Do you want me to beat him up for you because I’m totally willing to do that because I hate assholes”

“Oh my god, thank you MJ” I laughed, I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve laughed in the past 2 weeks. MJ may be very shy and unsocial, but once you get to know her she’s amazing. To be completely honest her attitude, in general, is enough to cheer me up. She’s so different and honestly an inspiration. I’m so grateful for her because without her I know this whole Peter thing would be much worse.

“I’ll beat him up in front of the whole school during homecoming” MJ giggled clenching her fists and holding them up like she was going to fight someone.

“You know I’m now going to homecoming, right”?

“Excuse me yes you are, you will not let Peter Parker ruin some of the best moments you’ll ever have in high school. You shouldn’t let him have that power over you, and even if he does don’t let him see that”

“But I can’t bear to see him dancing wi-”

“So don’t look at them, find your own boy to dance with, there will be tons of handsome lonely boys looking for a beautiful girl like you to dance with, you are a strong independent girl and you don’t need Peter Parker to make your life complete, and come on if I agreed to go to homecoming that says a lot since I’m probably the most unsocial person on the planet and I need a friend to come with me so I’m not alone, please come Y/N I’m practically on my knees begging you” MJ blurted. She was right, I can’t let Peter control my life.

“Fine I guess I’ll go but for you,” I said

“Yay! I’m so excited” she exclaimed giving me a hug, good thing I had bought a dress. I would have to wear my one from last years homecoming and to be honest, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t fit.

For the rest of the night, we ate ice cream and watched funny chick flicks and I forgot all about Peter until she had to leave. As much as I don’t want Peter to control my life, but I can’t bear to see Peter dancing with Liz. I think my heart would shatter into a million pieces. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and I looked at myself, I honestly looked like a mess. I had bags under my eyes, my eyes were puffy from crying so much. Why was I letting Peter Parker ruin my life? I should never let a boy ruin my life. I have so much more than Peter Parker. If this game was to break my heart. I shouldn’t let him win. I have to stop moping 24/7 and actually live. Even if I don’t have a date to homecoming it doesn’t mean I won’t find a lonely boy to dance with. After all, it’s completely possible to fall in love more than once. I’m not going to let Peter win. Somehow I managed to find some confidence. It’s time to be my old self again I thought walking from the bathroom. I walked into my room and jumped into my bed and swiftly pulled the covers over me. Tomorrow is a new day, a new me. No more crying over Peter Parker I thought as I drifted into a nice well-needed slumber.


I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, scaring the shit out of me like it always does. I groaned turning off my alarm clock and getting up to walk to my closet to find clothes. Lately, i’ve been wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt to school every day, but that was going to change. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a nice shirt and skipped to the bathroom.

“Why are you so cheerful today honey” I heard my mom say as I skipped past the kitchen to get to the bathroom.

“Homecoming is today, and you know how much I love to dance mom” I practically sung as I closed the bathroom door. Today I needed to show confidence. I needed Peter to know I wasn’t going to mope over him forever. I caught him staring at me countless times this week. I hope showing him I’m getting over him will make him jealous. Wait. no that’s not the point of this I mentally yelled at myself as I grabbed eyeliner and mascara. After I finished putting on makeup, I slipped on my clothes and grabbed my pair of black converse.

“You look cute today Y/N” my mom pointed out.

“Thanks, mom” I answering grabbing my backpack and giving my mom a kiss on the cheek.

“Your father and I aren’t going to be home for a couple of days, we have to go on a business trip, but make sure to send us pictures, I’m sorry we won’t be here,” she said, she obviously felt bad, but they did this all of the time.

“It’s fine” I lied as I walked out the door. A sigh left my mouth. I don’t know why they are always traveling I wish they could actually be home for one special event of mine. No wonder I’m closer to May than my parents, but I can’t see her without seeing Peter. Peter was usually the person who always comforted me when my parents would leave. I felt tears start to sting my eyes. No. I promised myself I would stop crying over him. I blinked away the tears and began walking to school. I walked kind of slow so when I walked in most people were at their lockers. What happened next was pretty weird. It felt like I was in a movie. Everything was going in slow motion and basically, everyone was staring at me. I mean I’m pretty sure it’s because the past two weeks I’ve acted like actual death and looked it too, but then again I didn’t think people noticed.

“Nice ass Y/L/N” I heard Flash say from behind me

“Shut it Flash” I warned, as he put both his hands up laughing. I right as I turned around I ran into someone which knocked me over making me land right on my butt.

“I’m so sor-” I cut myself off as my eyes met with the brown sparkling orbs of
Peter Parker. He was holding out his hand offering to help me up. For some reason, I actually took his hand. I could feel my whole body tingling just from him grabbing my hand. He pulled me up, and I immediately let go of his hand brushing off my pants. I brushed the hair that was in my face behind my ear and stood up straight.

“I’m really sorry about that” I mumble looking down at my feet

“It’s okay” he insisted, I looked up at his face to see a bruise on his face that I hadn’t noticed.

“Oh my god Peter the bruise on your face, who did that to you”I whispered yelled

“It doesn’t matter, the bad guy just got a swing at my face” he stated

“You have to be more careful Peter” I cautioned.

“I am careful you don’t have to worry about me Y/N” he insisted

“Well I do,” I said louder than I wanted to. “I-I h-have to class” I interjected bowing my head and pushing past him to get to class trying to hide the tint of red on my cheeks. That was actually the first semi-normal interaction I had with him in 2 weeks and I barely embarrassed myself. The rest of the day went by pretty fast and MJ and I literally ran home so we could get ready. I went into the bath reapplying and putting more makeup on. I quickly stripped my clothes off and slipped into my dress. I looked into the mirror and I was actually happy with what I saw. I walked out to see Michelle in a beautiful blue dress.

“Dang M, how did you not get a date,” I said

“Well besides from the fact I don’t talk to people, I have no idea” she laughed

“Are you ready to go?” I asked

“Yep, it’s funny how both are always gone for the important things,” She said obviously upset her parents weren’t here too. I gave her a small hug and soft smile and we walked out.


We arrived at the school and walked into the gym. There were balloons everywhere the lights were dim and kids were dancing. MJ and I met up with Ned. I saw Liz walk in without Peter and I raised my eyebrow. I heard the doors open shortly after MJ and I made eye contact with his brown whiskey eyes. I felt like I was staring him for years until MJ pulled me away as Liz grabbed his hand. MJ grabbed my arm and pulled me over to a circle of basically the whole decathlon team dancing, but I still looked towards Peter who surprisingly still has his eyes on me. and I eventually I started to let go and dance to the beat. I felt good the music was upbeat and I was actually having a great time. I took a mental note that I owe MJ Starbucks for making me come to this. There were a couple songs and I dance one dance with Ned, and I even danced with Flash even though I hate him. There was only about 30 minutes left of the dance, and a boy named Isaac who I had couple classes with timidly walked up to me

“Y/N would you like to dance with me,” he asked shyly

“Of course” I replied grabbing his hand and pulling him to the center of the gym. I put my arms around his neck and he put his on my hips and we danced for 2 songs, but I could see and feel Peter’s eyes on me but he was jealous. I knew he was because I’ve known him my whole life and I definitely know when that boy is jealous. He has Liz so why he so bothered by me dancing with someone else.

“You’re distracted by something” he blurted out leaving me a little shocked.

“No, I’m just tired” I insisted

“Hey, look I’m pretty observant, but I’m pretty sure anyone could tell you like Peter Parker a lot more than a friend, and I’m 99.9% positive he feels the same way” He explained

“He is with Liz, he likes Liz, and I already told him how I felt”

“If you haven’t noticed he’s been staring at this whole dance right”

“So what that doesn’t mean anything” I signed looking at my feet.

“Like I said I’m very observant, and the way Peter looks at you is different than he looks at anyone else even Liz” he argued, and I laughed

“You should ask MJ to dance, you guys are very similar” I sighed, still looking at my feet. Soon the song Waves by Dean Lewis came on.

“I’m about to be proven right,” he said triumphantly  

“Wait, what do yo-”

“You mind if I steal her for a dance” I looked to see Peter holding out his hand

“Absolutely” he replied winking at me. I mouthed “I hate you” and he put his hands up in defense walking away. Peter put his hands on my hips and I put mine on his shoulders. I couldn’t face him, I had no idea why he was dancing with me, or how Liz allowed him to do it. I was staring at his tie.

“You look really beautiful tonight Y/N” he commented quietly. Seriously is this boy trying to lead me on? What the hell does he want from me? I pushed him away.

“What kind of game are you playing Parker because I’m seriously sick of th-” I was cut off by him slamming his lips into mine, making my eyes open wider than humanly possible. My arms were at my side clenched and my whole body went tense. To be honest I could not comprehend what was happening, but eventually, my body relaxed and I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer and savoring the way his soft lips felt on mine. We pulled away for air.

“Why did you do that” I whispered.

“Just because I was going to homecoming with didn’t mean I didn’t have the same feelings for you” He revealed bowing his head down. “I asked Liz to homecoming because I thought you didn’t feel the same way, I was going to tell you after that night, but you never really gave me the chance”. I was speechless, honestly, I didn’t know how to react to this, so I just hugged him engulfing his.

“I love you, Peter Parker”

“I love you too”

I guess this wicked game came out with both of us winning.


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True Friend

This is my first imagine, so I hope it’s decent enough for liking.  Enjoy! 

Summary: Reader sticks with Hannah through everything, even when new relationships start.

Pairing: Hannah Baker x Reader (Platonic), Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: N/A, but it was inspired by this imagine.

Prompts: #13 and #48 

Warnings: None unless the name “"Bryce Walker” counts.

Word count: 935

The time you and Hannah had became friends was honestly at the best time.  You knew Hannah due to Communications class and the fact that she was one of the few new students at Liberty High School.  It wasn’t until the “Hot or Not” list did you two become close.  As it was being passed around, you looked at it and your eyes drifted up to look at Hannah who just so happened to sit right in front of you.  

Due to the way the desks were arranged, she stared at the piece of paper in disgust and hatred.  Because no one has done it already, you ripped it as you stared at her before crumpling it up and putting it in your bag to prevent said list to be brought back.  From that day on, you stuck by Hannah’s side and helped her cope with everything from her parents to life at school.  

“Come on, Hannah.  Do the Dollar Valentines survey with me.  Please?”  You begged, slightly pouting as you tugged onto her arm.

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Whipped Cream and Cuddles

Paring: Miniminter x reader

Word Count: 2,252 (sorry, I had fun)

Warnings: Couple of swears

Requested: Yes!


Y/N - Your name

Simon and I have been friends for years, since we met in secondary school. We didn’t go to the same fine institute of education (lol), he was at a private college while I attended a public school across the city.  We were introduced by a mutual friend at a party; the football loving giant, and the shy, bookish girl.  Despite these differences in personality, we hit it off immediately and have remained friends up to this day.  I went to university in London, while he started a YouTube channel and became the teen heart-throb who inspires hysteria in millions of pre-teen and teenage girls across the globe, a fact I never let him forget.

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Operation Soulmate | Three

Pairings: Steve x Reader || Bucky x Steve

Summary: In which you and Steve try to woo Bucky over, without being too obvious about it.

Warnings: Mild language. Stucky fluffiness. A nude scene.

A/N: For @marvelous-fvcks writing challenge. My prompt was ‘Heart’. Appreciate the fluff in this one — things are only going to get more angsty from here.

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Over the rest of the week, you and Steve move out of the mini-apartment you’d been living in for the last year and a half, back into the main sleeping quarters of the compound. It’s weird being back in your old room after so long, but you’re glad to have your own space again. The layout of your new — technically old — room is essentially a smaller version of the place you shared with Steve, with its own kitchenette and living room partitioned from the bedroom and ensuite by a wall.

Of course, the move has raised several eyebrows within the team, and nearly everyone is confused as to why exactly you and Steve decided to separate. Without going into too much detail, the two of you assured everyone that your split happened on friendly terms, and that your emotional baggage would not hinder your performance on missions.

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Okay, as promised: Etta Candy.

So. Listen. I know that Marston was a million years ago and the dude was basically a crackfic factory with a lot of weird and unproductive ideas about gender and BDSM but he is still the progressive and inspired genius who created Diana and if your Wonder Woman has nothing in common with his it is not a good Wonder Woman. And here is a major thing about Marston’s Wonder Woman: Etta Candy was her Robin.

Now admittedly this is something that was erased really thoroughly by ten minutes into the Silver Age and has remained basically abandoned ever since, largely in favor of making Steve way the fuck more central than he was ever meant to be, because it was and is ~just~ tolerable to have a female hero if you make her life entirely about romance, but God fucking forbid you let more than one woman be important to the story at once. So I can understand that most people aren’t really aware of it. But under Marston’s pen, Steve was not part of Diana’s inner circle. Etta was. Etta came to Paradise Island with Diana, Etta met Diana’s mother and participated in her culture, Etta helped Diana preserve her secret identity from Steve, Etta and her crowd of sorority hooligans were the ones Diana went to first thing when she needed help with a villain or to get someone to guard her comatose body while she astrally projected herself to another world. Etta was Diana’s sidekick. Steve was a major character, yes, and often helped to move the plot, but he was ultimately far less intimate with Diana than any of the women in her life; he was kept constantly in the dark, spent most of his time as an affable damsel in distress, and existed primarily to teach boys that a man looking up to and relying on a woman was totally manly and acceptable, not to be anything remotely approaching Diana’s equal or partner. To the extent that Marston’s Wonder Woman had a partner at all, that was Etta’s job.

And while the romance with Steve is a perpetual stone in my shoe in post-Marston adaptations of Wondy, the continual aggressive use of him as story-consuming male lead and central figure around whom Diana’s life revolves while Etta is lucky to even exist is really the part that’s just fucking rage-inducing. To imagine Steve as Diana’s closest Man’s World relationship and just shove Etta in a corner is to put Commissioner Gordon in tights and a cape alongside Batman and turn Dick Grayson into some random clerk at the police station who gets four lines and a first name only, and yet it happens all the goddamn time.

And you know, writers who understand Wonder Woman’s feminist center do try to ameliorate the fact that Etta got dropped off a cliff the minute Marston left the book. We do get other women (about one per new author in fact), plus Hippolyta when she’s not being crazy, and for a few nice decades there Steve just kind of fell off the same cliff as Etta, which isn’t great but is still better than making him more important than Diana’s family or the few female friends she occasionally manages to be allowed to have. And since those are the decades the film draws from most strongly, the fact that movie!Steve is the deuteragonist and Etta is a trivial tertiary character who barely interacts with Diana at all is all the more blatant a deviation and all the more blatantly wrong.

And she wasn’t even a bad Etta, really. She’s short and (Hollywood) fat and mostly cheerful - she lacks the proper joie de vivre in favor of a sort of upbeat snark, but she projects a very can-do roll-with-the-punches sort of attitude that I don’t think is a terrible translation - and she’s apparently extremely competent, to the point of casual field promotion to spy handler in a crisis. She’s the most visibly, verbally feminist character in the movie, actually (which is a painfully low bar to drag your feet grudgingly over but at least someone for one half second in this story about a historic feminist icon glancingly acknowledged that maybe women haven’t always been treated 100% fairly in non-Themysciran society). And despite having, as far as we know, absolutely zero combat training, she baldly stalls out a German spy with a sword she held for the first time all of five minutes prior, which is the most Etta fucking Candy thing I have seen since she was a nineteen-year-old in Beeta Lambda. (Note to whoever was responsible for the finished screenplay: that scene would be a perfect fit for a “humans have more worth than they at first appear” sort of flashback, just saying.)

But like. All the points they get for that? They toss about a third of them back when they make her an adjunct to Steve instead of to Diana who has no relationship with any other women onscreen and zero agency in the plot, and another third when they make her impatient with/snippy about Diana’s naiveté while Steve is of course patient and charmed. I mean at least she and Diana don’t get in a shitty little sexist catfight thing like in the DTV animated thing, but if that’s the highest standard we’re trying to beat, why even bother.


Inspired by this post. There’s no particular reason of this, I just love to see how people suffering with our language~ This is one of the hardest languages in the world so don’t feel bad if you have troubles with pronounciation or with the grammar. Sometimes even we, the native speakers have problems with grammar. But it’s not just a hard, but a really beautiful language. Not as fancy as french, but who cares~ Oh and we don’t use he/she stuff - fuck yeah gender equality. So yeah, good luck with it c:


  • “Szia/helló” - Hi/hello
  • “Jó reggelt” - Good morning
  • “Jó napot” - Good afternoon(we say “good day” because we don’t have a sentence for good afternoon)
  • “Jó estét/Jó éjszakát” - Good night (they both mean this, but the second one is used when you’re saying goodbye to the others because you’re going to sleep)
  • “Hogy vagy?” - How are you?
  • “Édes Istenem” - Oh my god (literally means “my sweet god”)
  • “Király” - Cool (literally means “king”)
  • “Rendben” - Alright
  • “Mi?” - What?
  • “Biztos vagy benne?” - Are you sure? (or you can just simply say “Biztos?”)
  • “Állj!” - Stop
  • “Viszlát/Viszont látásra” - Goodbye (the second is the longer version)
  • “Mit csinálsz?” - What are you doing?
  • “Légy óvatos!” - Be careful
  • “Egy sört kérek” - I want a beer


  • “Csaj” - Girl (the normal version is “lány”)
  • “Srác” - Boy (the normal version is “fiú”)
  • “Haver” - Dude
  • “Pia” - Drink (usually we say this to alcoholic drinks but between friends sometimes we use it to every drink)
  • “Suli” - Short version for School (the normal version is “iskola”)
  • “Kaja” - Food (The normal version is “étel”)
  • “Hambi” - Short version for hamburger
  • “Szeretlek” - I love you
  • “Imádlak” - I adore you
  • “Akarlak” - I want you
  • “Szerelmem” - My love
  • “Drágaságom” - My dear/my precious(btw in the hungarian version of the lord of the rings Gollam says this, but he says it like “drágaszágom”)
  • “Cukorfalat” - Sweetheart (literally means sugarbite)
  • “Csinos” - Pretty
  • “Gyönyörű” - Beautiful
  • “Feleség” - Wife
  • “Férj” - Husband
  • “Helyes” - Handsome
  • “Házasság” - Marriage
  • “Esküvő” - Wedding
  • “Csók” - Kiss


  • “Idióta” - Idiot
  • “Seggfej” - Asshole (literally means “asshead”)
  • “Barom” - Idiot/A big bodied pet like a cow
  • “Hülye” - Stupid
  • “Beteg állat” - You sick fuck (literally means “you sick animal”
  • “Szopj le” - Blow me
  • “A kurva anyád” -  You son of a bitch (literally means “your bitch mother”)
  • “A rohadt életbe” - The damn life (or something like this)
  • “Baszd meg” - Fuck you (literally means “fuck that” or…just fuck something)
  • “Basszus” - Dammit (literally means “bass”)
  • “Kussolj” - Shut the fuck up
  • “Szar” - Shit
  • “Leszarom” - I don’t give a fuck (literally means “I’m shit on it” or something like this)
  • “Pöcs/Fasz” - Dick


  • “Puszi” - A little kiss what’s usually given to the cheek. It has almost the same pronouncation as “pussy” so don’t be confused when someone asks for a “puszi” ;)
  • “Majd ha piros hó esik!” - If red snow’ll fall! We say it when someone says something what has 0% chance to happen, and we’re like “Yeah, it’ll happen when red snow falls from the sky”
  • “Megszentségteleníthetetlenségeskedéseitekért” - it means something like “something that cannot be desecrated” and it’s one of our longest words, every kid knows this word.


  • “Csillagok háborúja” - Star Wars (literally means “stars’ war” - almost the same… - )
  • “Odaát” - Supernatural (literally means “over there” - wut)
  • “Szerelmünk lapjai” - The Notebook (literally means “the pages of our love”)
  • “Ki vagy Doki?” - Doctor Who (literally means “who are you doc?”)
  • “Így jártam anyátokkal” - How I met your Mother (literally means something like “that’s how I dated with your mom”? Idk)

If you have any other idea, or if you found a mistake then please tell me or correct it ^u^

Celebrity Crush

Originally posted by rbieber

Requested by anonymous:

“Could you please do a Justin imagine where the reader is America’s sweetheart celebrity who attends the Bieber Roast and this interviewer is asking her lots of really uncomfortable questions and Justin notices and rushes to save her and they meet for the first time and there is lots of fluff?”

Warnings: Fluffff, suggestive comments, swearing 

Note: Freaking love this request :O oh and I also made it that you dated Harry Styles because why not I love Harry so teehee :*

“We’re five minutes away are you ready Ms *yln*?” The chauffeur asked me politely.

“No.” I reply honestly and I hear him chuckle from the front seat. “And I’ve already told you to call me *yn*.” I smile. “Sorry Ms- uh *yn*. It’s a bad habit.” He admits. “It’s ok I get it, I just don’t like feeling like I’m more important than everyone else. We’re all equals.” I explain as I nervously check my teeth again for any lipstick for the hundredth time in my hand held mirror. I look up to see him shaking his head with a smile on his face.

“What’s so funny?” I ask in amusement and he just chuckles.

“Nothing, it’s just that you really are America’s Sweetheart.” 

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Here’s a new interview from the Diary press tour. There’s some old stuff but some new stuff too.

Though he’s quite good at it, Alexander Skarsgard is a last-resort actor. “I was trying to figure out what to do and was worthless at everything, so I was like,’” he breathes out, defeated, playing his capitulating twenty-something self. “‘Alright…’” Skarsgard is sitting cross-legged, wearing funky socks and no shoes, in an armchair in New York’s Crosby Street Hotel. It takes a certain kind of jeu d'esprit, and physical agility, at 6'4" to sit cross-legged in an armchair, but the Swedish actor is delightfully goofier than you might expect of Eric Northman, the 1000-year-old Viking vampire that catapulted Skarsgard to instant superstardom as the lead in the cult hit True Blood in 2008.

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Harper’s Bazaar has given Alex a shout-out as their Man Crush Monday (September 14, 2015) and also shared a new interview with him:


Alexander Skarsgard on why he loves drag and how to “tuck away the junk.”

Though he’s quite good at it, Alexander Skarsgard is a last-resort actor. “I was trying to figure out what to do and was worthless at everything, so I was like,’” he breathes out, defeated, playing his capitulating twenty-something self. “‘Alright…’” Skarsgard is sitting cross-legged, wearing funky socks and no shoes, in an armchair in New York’s Crosby Street Hotel. It takes a certain kind of jeu d'esprit, and physical agility, at 6'4" to sit cross-legged in an armchair, but the Swedish actor is delightfully goofier than you might expect of Eric Northman, the 1000-year-old Viking vampire that catapulted Skarsgard to instant superstardom as the lead in the cult hit True Blood in 2008. Before that, he had been jobbing around in roles like Zoolandar'sMeekus (you remember him: Ben Stiller’s model roommate who dies in a freak gasoline fight accident), arguably his big rentrée into the performance world after quitting his child acting career, and a central role on the more upmarket HBO miniseries Generation Kill.

Since turning 1000, it’s been one critical success after the next for the 39-year-old actor, who is now dating model Alexa Chung. Most recently, he seduces his girlfriend’s 15-year-old daughter in the '70s-set, Lolita-inspired The Diary of a Teenage Girl, whose August premiere was the talk of the town when Skarsgard showed up in drag. “It sounded like so much fun, and I got so excited,” Skarsgard says of his reaction when director Marielle Heller proposed turning the screening into a drag queen-hosted night. “Can I also come in drag?” he asked. “They were awesome and said yes. Then I was like, 'Can I look like Farrah Fawcett?’ and they were like, 'Probably not, but we’ll try.’”

Just before heading home to Stockholm to hang out with family, Skarsgard got into the specifics of his Farrah Fawcett-ish costume with us (spoiler alert: “There’s some weird kind of underwear situation where you just like pull it—I’m not going to get too graphic here, but let me just tell you: it’s torture”), working out like Tarzan, and how he ended up in Lady Gaga’s Paparazzimusic video.

I met up with the friendly giant in the Crosby Street Hotel right after the release of Diary, where cross-legged in a chair, wearing funky socks, he told me about the woes of jock when dressing up in drag, Tarzan, and how to be a likable pedophile.

HB: How often do people say, “Earth to Meekus” to you?

AS​: Quite often!

HB: That was your first role in the U.S., and it kind of just fell into your lap while you were on vacation. How’d that happen?

AS: My dad, who’s an actor, was working in Hollywood, and I was visiting him. I’d just started acting in Sweden, and his agent basically said, like, “Do you want to try, do you want to go to an audition?” I was like, “Well, that’d be a fun story to tell the boys back home.” I’d never auditioned out there before, I didn’t have any reference points, I didn’t know what it was like, so I walk into a room, and there’s Ben Stiller. Two weeks later I’m in Manhattan driving down Broadway singing Wham! in a Jeep.

HB: Hell of a first audition.

AS: It was really weird, because when I came back to Hollywood three years later or something, after doing theater in Sweden, I was expecting it to be super easy to get a job. You know, you just walk in in flip flops, meet Ben Stiller, read a couple of lines, and then you fly to New York. But then it hit me, like, “Oh shit, it’s quite competitive out here.”

HB: Did your father’s acting career play a role in any acting ambitions or hesitations?

AS: More hesitations, I guess. As a teenager I didn’t want to be an actor at all. I desperately tried to find other things to do, but I kind of ran out of options, so, like… [Laughs]

HB: You acted as a child and then took time off. What made you want to stop?

AS: I didn’t take time off—it was like, I quit. I was thirteen, and I did a movie that got attention, and I got attention, and I didn’t like it—it made me uncomfortable—so I just quit. And then I was trying to figure out what to do and was worthless at everything, so I was like, “Alright, I’ll try acting again.”

HB: Another one-off that you became quite known for was your appearance in Lady Gaga’s Paparazzi music video. Did you just meet Lady Gaga in flip flops on vacation too?

AS: My friend Jonas Akerlund is a director, and that’s basically it. At the time, True Blood wasn’t even out yet, or it definitely wasn’t a big thing. Lady Gaga had I think one song out before that, so I barely knew who she was. But Jonas is a dear friend of mine, and I was in LA. He was like, “So the plan is you try to kill her, and then she comes back and poisons you, and you die,” and I was like, “Oh! Sounds great!”

HB: In your latest movie, Diary of a Teenage Girl, your character has sex with his age-appropriate lover’s 15-year-old daughter…and yet he’s a sympathetic character. How?

​AS: That was the challenge, and I was really intrigued by that: How do you make him, if not likable, then at least approachable or interesting? It’s to label him as the predatory bad guy and hate him for the duration of the movie, but dramatically that’s not going to be an interesting film. If you don’t feel anything, it’s just annoying to watch nineteen scenes of these characters together. You’re just like, “Get away from her; it’s disgusting.” So I didn’t know how to do it, and that’s a good starting point as an actor, I think, when you’re fascinated but don’t have the answers. One idea I had was to approach him as if he was a teenage boy, in a way, really holding on to his youth, so that even though he’s older than Minnie, there are moments where they’re just like two teenagers in love. It was important to find moments where the connection was real and beautiful, and from which he would have to pull himself out and go, “Stop—what am I doing?” That push and pull makes it interesting, hopefully.

​HB: You really rocked the '70s mustache through and through. What do you think—long-term ambitions there?

​AS: I really enjoyed it and then I had to shave it off the day I wrapped because I was going on to another project. It was a shame—it might come back.

HB: Did you yourself ever have a diary?

AS: No diary, unfortunately. It would be fun to read. Wait, no it wouldn’t be fun—my god, I just realized.

HB: What inspired you to attend the Diary premiere in drag?

AS: We shot the movie in San Francisco and did some scenes with a lot of legendary local drag queens. We had Lady Bear as our casting director for the extras, we had Peaches Christ—they were part of the family making the film, and we all became friends. So [director] Mari [Heller] wanted these fantastic, fabulous drag queens to host a screening at the Castro in the Bay Area, do a number from Rocky Horror Picture Show beforehand, and throw a great after party. It sounded like so much fun, and I got so excited, and I felt like, well how can I be part of the fun? I don’t want to be excluded—can I also come in drag? They were awesome and said yes. Then I was like, “Can I look like Farrah Fawcett?” and they were like, “Probably not, but we’ll try.”

HB: So that was supposed to be a Farrah Fawcett wig?

AS: The wig and the dress and the nipples.

HB: I didn’t see the nipples! You had nipples on?

​AS: Oh, yeah. Great Nipples. Sewn into the dress. It was pretty cool.

HB: How did you feel in it?

AS: Well, I can’t express how much admiration I have for women in general, who walk around in high heels, but, drag queens, oh my god. You have to tuck away the junk—it’s incredibly painful. There’s some weird kind of underwear situation where you just like pull it—I’m not going to get too graphic here, but let me just tell you: it’s torture. And those shoes were killing me. But I loved it. I loved every second of it.

HB: When you’re not in drag, do you get fashion advice from Alexa, or is your look all you?

AS: I like to dress up and put on a nice suit for a party or a special event; I do enjoy it, but on a daily basis I wear stuff that I feel comfortable in, you know?

HB: No sewn-in nipples.

AS: No nipples. I save those for the glamorous Castro premieres.

HB: When you started True Blood, could you tell how big of a cult hit it was going to be?

AS: Absolutely not. That was before the vampire hype. Twilight wasn’t out, and so I was like, “Okay, here we go, a Viking vampire—okay, what?!” I was excited because it was HBO, and I just did Generation Kill for HBO and loved working with them. I was excited about the people behind it, but at the same time, you never know. Everyone on the show was really blown away.

HB: Do you go back to Sweden a lot?

AS: I do. I’ve been based in the states for twelve or thirteen years, but my family is still in Stockholm, so I try to go back there as often as I can. Pretty soon, we’re going to go out to the islands outside of Stockholm and hang out and cook food and drink wine.

HB: In 2016, you play Tarzan alongside Margot Robbie’s Jane. What did it take to get into Tarzan shape?

AS: You know, lifting weights and eating chicken.

Sources:  Interview:  Romy Oltuski for Harper’s Bazaar (x) via harpersbazaarus twitter (x), Photos:  Originals:  Ricardo Dearatanha


I was so incredibly lucky to have had the opportunity this past year to meet my favorite author twice. I was incredibly floored that he remembered me by name and that he remembered my blog and everything and I just… wow. The Maze Runner series means so much to me and with the movie coming out and everything it was just amazing to be able to meet him again. I was initially worried about getting everything signed and I was getting a little anxiety about the event but it all worked great and was one of the best times of my life.

If you’d like to hear about it in detail (seriously in detail), UNDER THE CUT

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dealanexmachina  asked:

Beca, Chloe and Audrey watch Frozen. Audrey and Chloe discuss the ginger/blonde connection. Audrey overidentifies with Elsa. Chloe points out that she is basically Anna. Beca is left wondering if she is Olaf or Kristoff. Kisses might have to be administered. You know, for science. (What? It is still Frozen inspired!)

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day 2, wolfs bane 3: v hungover

posey & dylan spraberry:

posey played a song on his ukelele he had written himself, about being in a dark place and helping yourself get out

when asked where their characters would be in ten years, tpose said he’d like scott to be coming through on his ambitions, becoming a veterinarian, still with kira, or that he would reincarnate allison!

their most surprising//best experience on set is for dylan, how friendly and welcoming everyone was– dylan ob and tpose welcomed him into the kitchen and started talking about music with him and it really bonded them– and posey said just how much like a family they all are

tpose asked about his role as a producer and he said he helps a lot on set, but that from a writing, giving suggestions POV the writers are “very strict” on what their plan is, so he doesn’t have any input with that

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anonymous asked:

Bellarke Modern AU where Bellamy discovers Clarke writes fanfic in which the romantic scenes are moments she's shared with him and/or the lead says things he's said to her. Bonus if Clarke writes mature/explicit fics that are basically what she wishes Bellamy would do to her. Pretty please?

Okay, you sent this the day Brit came to visit, so I was just like

A++ timing, anon. Well played.


There’s a part of him that realizes what he’s doing is–not wrong, exactly, but kind of sketchy. He’s not telling anyone, not even Miller, and telling Miller dumb shit he does so Miller can laugh at him is basically his number-one hobby. But he’s getting kind of tired of talking to Miller about Clarke, because Miller has shifted from regular Miller teasing into Jesus, just ask her out already, which is less fun for Bellamy. Because it’s not like he wants to date Clarke. Miller’s just jealous that the two of them are so close. He probably thinks his status as Bellamy’s BFF is in danger. And he obviously can’t tell Clarke, because it’s about Clarke.

It’s his dumb secret, and it starts like this: they’re at Monty and Jasper’s for game night, and Monty makes a reference to Clarke’s fanfiction.

Bellamy has never really considered himself a geek, not the kind Monty and Jasper are, with the gaming and the Dungeons and Dragons and being really into computers. In high school, he was academically-minded, but also poor and from the wrong side of the tracks, metaphorically if not literally. So while he spent plenty of time reading mythology books and studying to try to get himself a scholarship to a decent college, he never really got involved with the nerdy kids, even though, according to Octavia, they were totally his people.

So Bellamy learned about all this stuff later in life, Magic: The Gathering and Settlers of Catan and comic books and all that. He and Monty were roommates for a while, when Monty was in college and before Jasper moved back, and it was a crash-course in geekery. And he took to it pretty well, honestly.

It was also how met Clarke, but she’s never been that involved in the whole thing. Her main interaction with Monty’s nerdier hobbies, in his experience, was painting Monty’s Warhammer figures for fun, before Age of Sigmar came out and destroyed Monty’s interest in the whole game.

All of which means that while Bellamy understands, in theory, what fanfiction is, it wouldn’t have occurred to him in a million years that Clarke would write it. Not just because her interests tend more toward art and yelling at misogynists on Reddit, but just because–it’s Clarke. And there’s a part of him that can’t help feeling hurt she has a hobby like that that he doesn’t know about.

“Your fanfiction?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at her.

She rolls her eyes and takes a drink of beer, which is her version of blushing. “What?”

“You write fanfiction?”

“Yeah. Why?”

She says it in this defiant, aggressively casual way that clearly says, This is not a big deal. So if he presses, he’s being the weird one.

So he has to just start trying to find her stuff himself. That’s the only option, when she’s being like this.

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