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Johnny please let Doyoung love his baby ♥♥

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The 2017 Oscars are quickly making history with each award. The first three winners of the evening were won by the most diverse recipients that we’ve seen in a very, very long time (or ever). And then on top of that, a powerful film with an even more powerful real-life component won for Best Foreign Film.

That’s why we need to talk about this important speech on behalf on Iranian director of “The Salesman”

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... And Action! (Bill Skarsgard X Reader)

anonymous requested: Oi ! i really like ur writings and was wondering if you do bill skarsgard/pennywise stuff ? if you do can you write a oneshot where Y/N plays the older sister (like shes in her twenties or smth) of beverly and pennywise kills her ? but Bill Skarsgard (he plays Pennywise) has a thing for Y/N and really hopes to impress her but it kinda goes wrong in someway ? idek but it’s been a idea i’ve had for ages ! thankss !  

Warnings: Spoilers -? Maybe? IT is a horror movie so, murder and choking. Also brief brief brief topics of vomit.

Word Count: 1880

A/N: I’m fully aware this is one shot is a bit bizarre and definitely a specific niche (not one that I share necessarily) but I feel like I need to preface this by saying this is simply just for fun. PSA Bev Marsh doesn’t have an older sister Y/N’s role is purely for this work

Originally posted by romanandme

Ever since Y/N got the call telling her she, Y/N L/N, was to play the part of Laura Marsh, her stomach still hasn’t unfolded itself. It was still all balled up in the pit of her lower abdomen, like she could hurl at any time. It had been there through the three months of filming they had done and she concluded that it would probably never leave.

Her character didn’t play much of a part in the loser’s club, but Y/N’s character was given her own story in the film. She was Laura Marsh, the real town ‘slut’  even though she often used her little sister Bev as a scapegoat. She hung out with Patrick Hocksetter and Henry Bower, and was usually one of Bev and the loser’s tormentors. Laura was a bitch by all standards of convention, even Y/N could admit, which was her death scene was supposed to be simultaneously terrifying and reliving.  

Y/N watched as the loser’s from her black chair as they played hand games and laughed together on the pavement. The blacktop was so hot! She thought, how the hell did they stand it? Y/N technically had only stopped being a kid three years ago (she was 21 now) but she still could never remember a time where she was so uncaring.

“Do ya’ know when they’re gonna start already? Jesus lets just get on with the scene already!” The slightly squeaky voice of Nicholas Hamilton (Henry Bowers) abruptly asked beside her. Three months ago she would’ve jumped, but now she didn’t even think about it. She heard a chair scraping against the ground and it groaned with the weight of Nick’s body. She turned and smiled at him, placing her thick and annotated script onto her lap. He was wearing an orange wife beater tanktop and Y/N could see redness on his shoulders beginning to form.

“Whoa I die in this scene! You want me gone that much, huh?” Y/N asked, feigning hurt as she chuckled lightly. It was the most unfortunate death for poor Laura Marsh, first she was kissed and then left by her boyfriend (which just so happened to be Henry Bowers) in the sewers of all places, then she was brutally ripped apart by a clown wearing his face. Y/N knew that the younger actor was anxious for his first on-screen make out (he had told her so time and time again) but she hoped the playful conversation would calm his nerves.  

Y/N was nervous too but for a different reason entirely. She was an experience actress, she had crossed all the necessary rights of passage, yet she was so nervous. Y/N had talked to Bill Skarsgard twice and she couldn’t shake her stupid, girlish crush. She hardly knew the guy for fuck’s sake! She had wanted so much to come from this movie, It was her first big production movie, but now she was most certainly gonna screw up. How the hell could she pretend to be terrified of the guy when she was secretly thinking ‘I want you to rub my mouth on your mouth’?

“No! No!” Nick assured, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not the death I’m looking forward to,” he whispered under his breath not so subtly. A few moments of hot silence followed before he reached over and grabbed the script from Y/N’s lap. He lazily fanned himself with it boyishly.

“You’ve got another coupla scenes after this so it’s not like you’re not going anywhere!” He joked as he tried in vain to cool himself off. His voice was shaking slightly and his laughs were constrained, like he wasn’t breathing in enough. Y/N cocked her eyebrow and waited for a few seconds before she made a lunge for her script. She, of course, missed it and hit her elbow on the wooden arm rest of his chair.

“C’mon why do you carry this thing anyhow? Everyone knows you memorized this thing cover to cover the instant you got it.” Nick teased stretching his arm away from Y/N as he peered at all of her highlights and somewhat embarrassing notes.

Y/N tried to crack a smile, but it was true, she did take it everywhere. How could she not? How else could she ensure she’d pull through? Besides was it so wrong for her to make sure everything went perfectly?

Nevertheless, she was beginning to suspect that Nick knew something that he shouldn’t, that sneaky little son of a bitch. She was about to reply with a typical snarky remark but she was interrupted by Andy (the director) shouting, “Y/N, Nick, and Bill - Scene 6 please!” Her heart sank as her body began to move without her brain’s consent. Nick had already jumped up and ran over to Andy enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Y/N’s thighs peeled up from her chair and she awkwardly waddled over to join them.

Andy took one glance at her before waving a makeup artist down and whispering in her ear. How ironic that this makeup artist looked like a scary clown herself, what with all that highlighter. The girl took a dry rag and began to dab Y/N’s face a bit, before she was pulled onto set by someone’s face she didn’t even get to see.

Nick grabbed Y/N’s hand and lightly guided her into position, awaiting Andy to shout “Action!” Y/N could still see the kids offscreen playing their hand games, but now one of them had begun throwing little balls of mud.  

“Alright! Is everyone in position?!” Andy asked looking around as if he were waiting for someone to point out a problem. He nodding to the man holding the slate, before loudly shouting “AND ACTION!”

Nick immediately pushed Y/N’s hips up against the walls of the sewers and she giggled obnoxiously. His lips roughly greeted hers in a strained, but very teenager, kiss. The kiss lasted only for a couple of seconds before he pulled away and wiped his mouth, following the script to a tee.

“You’re getting better.” He commented rudely and went back to give her another kiss. But Y/N’s character, Laura pushed his chest back, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Henry?” Y/N made sure to smack her lips together, to cock her head, and roll her eyes.

“It means that I thought sluts like you were supposedta’ be good at kissin’. But I guess sluts aren’t really known for their kissin’ anyways.” Again, Nick went in for a kiss, but Y/N pushed him back and feigned disbelief.  

Only open your mouth slightly, stop cocking your head, frown, stare, make your eyes water Y/N went through exactly what she had to do in the mirror time and time again, perfecting every part of her express- Crap, lower your chin and …. cry!

Nick glanced at her, though by now her character was balling. “You’re a fucking crazy bitch. You know that right? How much do you charge again?” He asked so sourly the words curdled in his mouth.

“Just get the fuck outta here!” Y/N yelled and she could see, out of her peripheral vision, Andy mouthing along to the words. Nick smirked evilly, before exiting the set and giving her an encouraging off screen thumbs up. Y/N slumped down and cried pathetically, just as it was written. But eventually she stood and stumbled around in the sewers, crying all the way. She could feel the presence of the camera over her shoulder as it followed her like a ghost. Abruptly, the sound of demonic laughter reverberated around the metal of the sewer hitting Y/N’s ears. Bill was too good at that. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand. Her character stopped walking and wiped her nose with the back of her cranberry colored sweatshirt.

A floating red balloon bobbed through the air as it came softly down to where Y/N was standing. It bobbed so peacefully (like the script had said), so her character tried to reach out to get it like a  young child. Perhaps poor slut Laura Marsh needed comfort too, Y/N pondered.

“AND PENNYWISE GO!” Andy shouted, marking where CGI would be used to create a horrifying, deformed hell version of Bill’s beautiful face. Y/N jumped and let out a throaty, raspy scream, the same scream she was hired for. She felt cold hands on her sweatshirt before she saw Bill, but once she did she couldn’t help to scream again. It was nightmarish, with his enlarged forehead and pointed smile.

The clown pinned Y/N up against the wall, which would’ve actually choked her if it had not been for the slight incline that let her tiptoes hang on. She gasped and sputtered, still crying and struggling pathetically. “HO HO HEHEHE!” The clown laughed in her ear and the sound shocked her so much that Y/N lost her footing, her toes couldn’t get a grip on the wet floor of the sewer. Bill was already so much taller than her at 6’4” that in order to deliver the lines properly, he had begun brought her up to his face. She gripped tightly onto his gloved hands as she coughed and began to feel a bit light headed as he continued to laugh maniacally.

Just kill me already! Y/N painfully thought, she would hate to be the reason for the failed take. But Pennywise, or Bill, never seemed to talk fast enough and Y/N was really beginning to feel the effects as she tried desperately to gulp in air.

“I - I,” Wheeze. “C-c-can’t-t,” Wheeze.  

Immediately like a switch had been pulled, she felt the pressure on her throat release as she fell to the ground into the disgusting water. She gulped in sweet air like she had never breathed before and Andy, god bless him, finally shouted “Cut!”

“Y/N! Are you alright!? I really didn’t mean to! I mean I thought maybe - but - I’m so sorry!” Pennywi- Bill shouted, helping her up by placing his hand on the small of her back. It was so odd hearing him be so gentle and polite while wearing such a terrifying costume. His eyes, which five seconds ago where full of such rage, now were softened and sad. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” Bill said exasperatedly and guided her over to where Andy sat, all the while she was still breathing in and out deeply.

“Y/N! Y/N! What happened!” Y/N heard the voices of the child actors as they ran over to inspect the situation.

“It was the heat you dufas!” One of the kids proclaimed obviously, as they patted her shoulder. But all Y/N could focus on was the sound of her heart beating as she panted heavily.

“I’m …  fine guys.” Y/N confirmed as she rubbed her neck tenderly. Now that she finally had air in her lungs, the pain of where Bill’s fingers had wrapped around her throat set in.

“I’m so sorry,” Bill repeated as he tried to give her kindest smile he could, buck tooth, blood drenched and everything.

x-ladies who could carry a solo film:

  • storm
  • shadowcat
  • psylocke
  • laura kinney
  • magik
  • jubilee
  • dazzler
  • rogue
  • m
  • mystique, if she weren’t played by you-know-who
  • emma frost
Duty Calls

Being an intern on the Spider-Man: Homecoming set gets you into some interesting situations…

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Warnings: mostly fluff with some smut at the end (oral-male receiving)

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

When you got an internship with Marvel after your second year of college, you thought life was perfect. You’d be working with real directors, real publicists, and even real actors. You had been majoring in film production, and after especially impressing one of your professors, he put in a good word for you with some friends of his at Marvel. Before you knew it, you were on a plane to Atlanta to help with the new Spider-Man: Homecoming movie. You thought you’d be in the action—reviewing film, setting up interviews, sitting in on meetings. Little did you know, intern was basically codeword for errand girl. Every morning you woke up at five so you could get all of the directors and leads their coffee before they arrived on set, then going back to grab the orders for all of the extras and crew. You were constantly running paperwork and messages back and forth, making phone call after phone call. The only cool part was letting the actors know that they were needed back on set when they were in their trailers. Typically you just knocked on their doors and gave a little “Mr./Miss Whoever, you’re needed on set.” Which was normally followed by a “be right out!” Sometimes they even added your name on the end. It wasn’t much, but it meant a lot that they cared enough to remember your name, and whenever they passed you on set they’d be sure to thank you for coffee or whatever else you had done for them that day. You could never figure out why people tried to demonize movie stars. Either all of them were amazing people, or you were on the nicest set ever. 

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Werewolves

I want my child to be afraid of werewolves so when they crawl into my bed in the middle of the night, and tell me they’ve had a nightmare, I can take them downstairs and show them a picture of the order of the phoenix. I’ll ask them which one they think the werewolf is. Then I’ll show them prisoner of azkaban and just before Hermione says ‘he’s a werewolf’, I’ll pause it and ask them if they’ve changed their mind as to whom the werewolf is. Once we’ve watched the whole film, I’ll tell them that, even if they were real, werewolves are nothing to worry about. After they’re back in bed, I can go to sleep knowing that my child will learn to love and appreciate Remus John Lupin, like me.

Honestly, though these ‘leaks’ are hilarious. I felt Jon & Ygrittes love and how her death affected Jon. There was actual LOVE there. Love that was evident to everyone watching. But now we are supposed to believe that Jon is so devastated by the death of a woman he met like 5 minutes ago & so gives up on everything, his family, his children? that right? Oh and then hauls ass to dragonstone. Dragonstone. A place he has no connection to.. having only spent time there as a prisoner. I’m guessing because his 'queen’ sat her ass on a chair there for a few months. Yeah that makes sense. Sounds more like bad jackassery fiction. 

And IF this laughably bad storyline comes to pass the only thing it would earn D&D is a place on the worst tv show ending lists. 

The only way to treat any of this is eye roll & scroll.

anonymous asked:

For as long as I see that 'Peace' ring on Harry's right hand, middle finger and we get these angsty songs about love, time, holding on, being lied to and winning, etc, I will believe they are still together. Tbh, this couple are the most "meant to be" couple I have ever known. I've not seen it in real life or even in films. Being a Larrie is like being part of a movie but it's real life. They're really having to go through this and that'd what is so heartbreaking about it

It is heartbreaking for sure. But for me, being a larrie means essentially being reminded of how important, although rare, it is to fight for what you care about. It’s about being reminded that true, loyal, devoted, albeit imperfect, love does exist :)

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anonymous asked:

Makoharu is perfect. I've seen a lot of anime, a lot of films and series BUT even if not canon their relationship is still my favourite. Best love story ever and noone will convince me they are not in love

I completely agree with this, Anon. There is a reason my OTP is MakoHaru and that is because in my opinion, their relationship is the most beautiful and loving one I’ve ever seen in any anime, film, series, or even in real life.

I talk about the beauty of MakoHaru a lot with some of my friends, so some of the things I’m going to say here may be their words, but there are so many reasons why I love MakoHaru so much.

One of the things I love most about their relationship is the childhood friends aspect. Most of us have friends when we’re young but usually, as we grow older and develop as human beings, we change and then we find new friends, and old friendships are left in the past for the most part. However, with Makoto and Haru, that’s not the case. They have been together since the very beginning; there are only about four months in Haru’s life when he didn’t was by Makoto’s side, at that was because Makoto wasn’t born yet! They were already together before some of their other friends were even born. And even as they grew up, they always consciously chose to be together. Especially the transition from elementary school to middle school is one in which a lot of friendships dissolve and this could have happened to Makoto and Haru as well because they were not in the same class. But it didn’t, because they consciously chose to stay together. Even after quitting the swim club in middle school, they didn’t stop seeing each other or hanging out together frequently because they simply enjoy each other’s presence so much. It’s always better to be together than to be alone.

Another thing I really love about Makoto and Haru’s relationship is their flaws. Yes, they’re not perfect, but that’s alright because they love each other’s flaws too. In fact, they match so well because they fill in each other’s blanks: for example, Haru has a hard time verbally expressing himself and Makoto knows this and therefore talks for him, which he is always able to do because he can basically read Haru’s mind.

Which brings me to the next point, the mind reading. It’s kind of a running gag in the show and the events, but it’s a reflection of how deep their connection truly is. They know each other so well that they know what the other is thinking based on the way they look and behave. They can read it in each other’s eyes. They are so in-tune with each other’s feelings than they know what the other is thinking. Or, like Kisumi said before, their hearts are connected.

There are so many other things I can name but I don’t think this message would ever end if I did, because there are countless of aspects that make MakoHaru my favourite relationship ever, but because I’m trying to keep it short, I’ll mention a couple of other points quickly: the fact that they are each other’s home; that their relationship is built upon years of unconditional trust, support, and love; that the only thing that truly broke Haru was the thought of Makoto leaving him behind; that Haru went to Tokyo with Makoto; that there is nothing about Haru that Makoto doesn’t like; that, when presented with something beautiful, Makoto will always look at Haru for his reaction because Haru’s reaction is even more beautiful than the thing; that when he’s scared, Makoto will hide behind Haru’s back for protection; that even though Makoto’s fears are irrational, Haru always takes him seriously and wants to ensure his comfort; and that their relationship is so natural: they’ve been each other’s best friends for their entire life and they just love each other so, so, so much.

I have to cut myself off at some point so I’ll do that now. MakoHaru is my favourite relationship ever, my OTP, the ship I dedicate my life to. For me, there is absolutely no relationship that can ever even begin to match up to the beauty and perfection of MakoHaru.