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#IT IS NOT THE ACTORS !! it’s the writing
edains · 4 months
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Rick Riordan constantly trashing the movies for not sticking to his books then releasing a show in which he rewrites everything and loses the spirit of the books entirely
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mercury-and-scry · 2 months
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I'm just Gale
where I see love she sees a snail
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anneapocalypse · 1 year
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So, just curious how many writers and creators will have to be forcibly outed by relentless harassment before we acknowledge that "This queer characters was written by a cishet person and that's why they're bad" is not good criticism.
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gingerswagfreckles · 10 months
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Relevant again
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bodhrancomedy · 1 year
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I think it’s funny. And the people have spoken.
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“You’re an actress, right?”, ”All women are actresses, dear. I’m just clever enough to get paid for it.”
k.b. // murder mystery - netflix
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matchingbatbites · 9 months
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"What the fuck did you do?"
Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasn’t new, but Eddie doesn’t think he’s actually done anything recently to earn it.
"Well-"
"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"
Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.
“I was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?”
“You are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.”
No. Oh no. There's no way Eddie actually-
He rips his phone away from his face to open twitter, and realizes two things simultaneously. One, Jeff is right, he had posted it to the band's account. Not on his private, locked, personal account, but on the account that's actually open and free for literally anyone on earth to look at.
The second thing he realizes is that their notifications are currently flooded with responses to Eddie's tweet, somehow racking up into the thousands in the few hours it's been since. 
Jesus Christ.
“Eddie?”
The metalhead jerks back into the moment and put Jeff on speaker so he can scroll through the horde of replies, says “Fuck, I fucked up. Are we gonna have to do damage control on this?”
In the mess is a reply from Gareth's own personal account: @ corrodededdie stop tweeting from the band account challenge 🙄🙄🙄
”Maybe. There hasn't been any type of response from Harrington or his people, but they might ask us to take it down if it blows up too much.“
Eddie hums, thinking they might be too little, too late about it blowing up too much, and flips over to his main account so he can reply to Gareth's little jab appropriately. He isn't surprised to see that he has a couple of new messages, probably from other people wondering just what the fuck Eddie was thinking, but when he goes to check them-
He's never been happier that he turned on messages from followers only, because then he would have missed this, missed Steve Harrington's little profile picture beaming up at him from the screen of his phone, along with a new message request.
”Jeff, I gotta go,” he says, not even realizing he's cut the other man off.
“Eddie, what-
”Harrington messaged me. I'll call you back.“
Eddie doesn't wait for a response as he hangs up on Jeff, and his hands definitely aren't shaking as he opens the message from Steve. And listen- Eddie is a fan of the guy, that much should be obvious. 
Steve had grown in popularity around the same time Corroded Coffin had; he’d gotten some part in a drama film that had skyrocketed him into stardom, and Eddie fell in love the moment he saw that gorgeous face on the silver screen for the first time. He's never had a chance to interact with the guy, has been in the same place a few times but always missed him, like ships passing in the night, but Eddie's been fine with pining from afar, just like every other person on the planet that's even remotely attracted to men.
Besides, even with how popular Corroded Coffin has gotten over the years - a couple of Grammy’s here, a dozen chart topping metal songs there - Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to just. Know who Eddie is.
With all of this in mind, Eddie is expecting some kind of semi-casual request to take the tweet down, that it's not a good look for his image-
Anything other than what Steve actually sent.
'If you're puppy baby boy, does that make me Master? Or Daddy?'
And Eddie- 
Eddie slides down, sinks into his couch cushion as all of the blood in his body suddenly shifts, rushing to fill his dick like it's a fucking race. The phone almost slips out of his hand and he fumbles it briefly before taking a deep breath. 
Is Steve serious? He wouldn't send that if he wasn't serious, right?
This could be it, could be Eddie's one chance to impress Steve, to get his foot in the door of Steve's interest. He bites his lip and types out a reply, something quick that he sends before he can change his mind.
‘I’m open to either, actually. Do you have a preference, sir?’
He doesn’t expect the typing indicator to come up immediately, and just knowing that Steve is somewhere right now, typing out a response to Eddie, is enough to have him nearly vibrating in his seat.
‘I’m partial to Daddy, myself.’
Fuck fuck fuck.
Eddie takes a breath, tries to think of a response that isn’t just ‘Please, Daddy, can I sit on your massive dick that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since that one indie film you did that just had all of your junk out in the open?’
Steve saves him by sending another message.
‘But maybe we could start with Steve, and possibly dinner? Though I’d be happy to see where things go after that.’
He- What-
Eddie must have stopped breathing, because the next time he takes a breath his lungs burn, his mid races because there’s no way Eddie’s long term celebrity crush just asked him on a date. He sits there long enough that the screen goes dark and he scrambles to turn it back on, sees the message still there, real and unchanged.
There’s no way he can say no to this, to Steve, and his hands shake as he types out a response.
‘Dinner would be great. Just name the time and place, Daddy.’
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jay-wasreblogging · 4 months
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hersweetrevenge · 1 year
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totallyboatless · 1 year
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All of the actors for the Six of Crows storyline are remarkably well cast, but gonna focus on Kit Young for a second because that dude has something so fucking special. There's a subversive joy in his choices as Jesper that just kills me. Like at the end of season one with the line: "Tell me you have a plan. I don't care if it's a lie."
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Reading that in your head without having seen his interpretation, the instinct is to go a little ragged, sardonic, exasperated - something to tell us that the character does actually care but just fucking can't deal with this shit right now. But Kit puts a pleading inflection on the line, his Jesper truly wants to be lied to, bringing it around to comedic desperation.
And it's not just with this line delivery, those facial expression reactions he does elevates every scene he's in. My favorite underrated moment is when he gives Wylan a confident wink and thumbs up when they're both getting the shit beat out of them. The juxtaposition of Jesper indicating "this is going exactly according to plan" when it's clearly not brings so much fun to the scene.
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But the scene I keep coming back to over and over that I'm blown away by is under the carriage, when Jesper remembers Wylan. I could see so many actors taking those line directions and putting some angst behind them. We know Jesper was hurt when Wylan left in the morning, we know he blocked it out because his ego was bruised and he didn't want to face the pain of it. It would have made perfect sense for the line reading to have an edge to it, any indication of a grudge.
But Kit's face is lit up with nothing but fondness and joy as he remembers. And obviously actors aren't islands, the writers and directors have big influence - and they clearly are in line with a joy-filled Jesper, since the first thing they have Jesper say isn't "and you left me," it's "and you brought me stroopwaffles."
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Jesper isn't a clown, but he's allowed to be one when he wants to be, and Kit leans into choosing joy with such effervescence. It only serves to make the dramatic scenes that much more heart wrenching. I hope we get a lot more Crows on screen, but whatever happens I'm excited to follow Kit's career, what a talented dude.
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yonphilia · 7 months
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actor gojo headcanons bc i miss him and gonna pretend all off jjk is just a silly little show!! in a silly littleworld! where everyone is just silly little actors!
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actor gojo! who is always sneaking up on you on set when you're trying to learn your lines, only for him to snatch your script and run away while you chase after him screaming at him.
actor gojo! who purposely changed the script, (forced the director) to have more screen time with you and add a little romantic scene in the show, just because he loves how flustered you get around him.
actor gojo! who takes you out on fancy dates during your break, just because he doesn't want you to waste your time stressing over the next few scenes and hates when you're anxious around him.
actor gojo! who teases you and tells his fans how pretty you are when you come on set half asleep with your pajamas and your coffee in your hand.
actor gojo! who is thrilled when you have a kiss scene with him in the show and starts to hang out with you more, so you can get comforatble around him.
actor gojo! who invites you to his penthouse to ''practice'' the lines with you and ''teach'' you how to kiss properly because according to him the kiss needs to be perfect.
actor gojo! who kisses you like he means it, holding your face and making the kiss last longer than it should have, not caring if the staff or director weirdly eye him for how obvious he is with being in love with you.
actor gojo! who always has a hand around your waist, or at the small of your back at any premiere or event, keeping you close to him and never taking his eyes off of you despite having thousands of people yelling his name.
actor gojo! who is staring at you the whole time with his loving gaze instead of his fans and the paparazzis, admiring how beautiful you look in your fancy clothes, how you're the centre of the attention, how you get shy when people ask you questions about the kiss.
actor gojo! who finally asks you out after the premiere because he couldn't tolerate everyone drooling over you and other actors wanting to ask you out.
actor gojo! who happily posts you on his social media and confirms the rumors about you two dating and posts about marrying you someday.
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© yonphilia 2023
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ianitegal56 · 5 months
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I saw Godzilla Minus One and he is quite literally one of god's silliest showa scientists
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ourautumn86 · 1 year
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prompt for pedro pascal pulling you back into his thrusts as you try to crawl up the bed from overstimulation, tears rolling down your cheeks, it's too much ✨️
a/n; i changed pedro for joel miller! hope you don’t mind. the explanation for this will be on pedro pascal’s masterlist at the end of this fic <333 love u xxx
no cause you’d be on your fifth orgasm and he won’t stop fucking into you over and over again, overstimulation making you sob against his sheets and bury your face on his pillow so you’d muffle the screams and pity moans and whimpers that left your lips.
“joel…” you’d beg, his hands harshly taking your hips to keep your ass up for him, your cunt sticky and wet with your cum, which now rims the base of his cock in a white ring. “please, too much, too much!” you’d cry out, stuttering, your words being a mess due to his relentless thrusting. you were losing your mind. he was fucking into you as if it were his only fucking job.
you’d try and crawl away from him, but it would only make it worse. he’d flip you so you’d be on your back and pull you back onto his dick, his breath against your lips and one of your hands pinning your to the sheets by your neck. you’re seeing stars when he brushes your cervix, the air thin on your lungs and your brain fucking dizzy.
“don’t fucking run from me.” he’d groan, and you’d whimper, ‘cause he felt and hurt so good at the same time that you couldn’t stop your hands from scratching at his back, trying to not fly away into space, make your body stay anchored here, in between his arms, on his bed. “that’s it.” he’d moan when your walls start to tighten around his cock once again, the sounds from your cunt taking him filling the room with wet squelches that would only turn him on even more. “good girl. take it. fucking take it.” he’d whisper against your lips, and your back would arch when his fingers would sneak down your body to meet your clit.
you’d scream his name, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “joel, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-“
“cum for me, baby. cum all over my cock.” and with that you’d be falling apart in between his arms, your vision turning white and your ears ringing due to the intensity of your orgasm, your thighs shaking around his hips as your moans would get louder and your walls getting impossibly tighter around him, making him moan and fuck you through it, too close to his own edge.
he made sure to leave you full of his cum, and you made sure to let it drip down your legs the next morning, knowing pretty well that you’d end up bent over the kitchen counter and fucked senseless by him once again.
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oh lord😭 i want him so bad i’m rotting
pedro pascal masterlist! <3
xxx
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bodhrancomedy · 11 months
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The novel ones are all real situations in my novels by the way, the screenwriting one are complied from friends and my own experiences.
Funnily enough, I actually prefer writing screenplays because of the limits. My novels are fantastical magical other worlds with dragons and sorcerers, but my screenplays are mostly realist family comedy-dramas.
(Except the Baby’s First Steampunk Horror and The Mystery Series Set in an Asylum For Were-People, but they’re exceptions)
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muffinlance · 3 months
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Do you get the impression the live action is treating us like utter morons?? Like I thought that making it aimed at an older audience would open the doors for more subtle story telling, but no, they're just using monologues to tell us eveything! Like in the second episode Katara's like 'oh his power isn't that he's the avatar, it's that he ~connects~ to people'. Girl we're not idiots we can see that!! And the first episode with Aang's goddawful 'I don't want this responsibility' monologue
THIS, YES. The word that keeps coming to mind is definitely "subtlety". The show for literal children? Had it. The remake for adults? Not so much.
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mummer · 11 months
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just saw asteroid city last night, pls explain the proposed significance of the kiss!!
answering this publicly hope thats ok! cant do a readmore im on mobile *****asteroid city spoilers below beware*****
i dont remember anyones names so this is gonna sound partly unhinged. okay so the edward norton playwright and jason schwartzman actor (not character, in the black and white parts) are lovers right. tbh i thought this was kind of a gag and forgot about it. but later we find out that the playwright died 6 months into the production. i didnt make the connection that THAT’s why the actor-jason has to suddenly leave the stage and freaks out backstage about how he’s not sure he’s Doing it right. hes not talking about acting!! because he himself is literally grieving his lover while he’s playing a character who’s grieving his wife written by his lover so obviously it’s too much!!! actor-jason is trying to find meaning in his death through his writing but there isnt any meaning in death [gerris drinkwater voice] which is what the play is trying to say anyway. he doesnt think he’s performing grief right even in his own life!!! (and tbh it’s the 50s so he wouldnt be able to perform grief publicly anyway!!!!) the play starts with a car accident… anyone would search for some hidden meaning there, some sign…. so when he talks to margot robbie outside it’s not really about finding the CHARACTER’s motivations it’s about the actor himself being able to process the playwright’s death! and adrien brody director was probably also dealing with that too (him and norton seemed to be good buddies) so the whole “sleeping backstage” thing gets a bit sadder maybe? maybe everyone else got this in the theatre and im just stupid lol but crazy making stuff to me!!! the whole story is about sublimated gay grief that cannot be expressed?!?!
the tweet that caught me onto this was here which posits that the playwright’s death was a suicide but i think that’s pretty stupid and unnecessary because the whole thing about the play asteroid city is that death is random and meaningless. im pretty sure that’s what the alien represents— a shocking and absurd event that isnt outright evil or menacing, not something anyone can predict or make sense of, it’s just a thing that happens to you out of nowhere, it doesnt mean anything. he’s a little black figure, he’s death! giving and taking! aagh
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