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basicallywhiterice · 5 years

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Night sky: Seo Changbin

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader

Genre: Friends to lovers

Warnings: Cursing

Word count: 5.2 k

Summary: Changbin’s eyes hold the night skies.

a/n: Happy birthday binnie! You’re my bias wrecker, but my very first fic is centered around you… the power that you hold… enjoy!

•••

The first word that comes to mind when I first see Seo Changbin sitting alone in my Tech classroom is dark: dark eyes, dark hair, dark clothes, and a dark aura.

That is, until he breaks into one of the brightest smiles I’ve ever seen. It isn’t necessarily big or overpowering, but it’s genuine and unashamed.

My second impression of him is that he’s the physical embodiment of the night sky. Dark upon first glance, but littered with stars and illuminated by a radiant moon.

After we exchanged greetings, I sat down next to him and struck a up conversation. I learned that he was double majoring in business and music, and in turn told him my major. We talked about our hometowns, our aspirations, and what we hoped to cross off our bucket lists by the end of the year. Before I knew it, the classroom was full and our professor was greeting our class.

Changbin seemed like someone who knew exactly what he was capable of and was authentic with everyone.

I liked him as a person already.

“By the way, Changbin, we’re friends now. Ok?”

“I’m more than ok with that, actually.”

Of course, becoming close friends with Changbin didn’t come easily. After I set the curve for the first Tech test, he accused me of only befriending him to raise my test scores. I told him that I studied for my score, and stormed out after aggressively congratulating him on his hard work studying (he had the 2nd-highest score.)

The day after that, when I was in a much more reasonable mood, I went to class early so I could apologize for lashing out once he arrived. He was already there, waiting with an apology of his own.

That was the day I realized that my first impressions of Seo Changbin were indeed correct, and that he was a friend worth keeping for a long, long time.

But right now? He’s dead to me.

He laughs at me as he scrolls through my camera roll and picks out unflattering pictures of me to send to himself. I was waiting for 3racha to finish their work so we could go out to dinner (I had been successfully integrated into Changbin’s friend group, and he into mine. We had surprisingly shared a mutual friend: Felix, one of my closest friends.) Changbin was the first one done, and, after waiting with me for a few minutes, had gotten bored and stolen my unlocked phone, causing my current predicament. After a few unsuccessful attempts to steal my phone back, I give up and fall against him with a whine.

“Relax, y/n. I don’t understand why I never knew about these beautiful-” he snorts, “pictures of yourself.” He pauses on one particularly embarrassing photo taken by Yeji, my close friend and roommate. In it, I’m blowing a kiss to the camera while eating a cupcake. I whine loudly and smack his shoulder a couple of times. When he ignores my sulking, I poke his side, causing him to poke my cheek in retaliation.

Thankfully, Jisung walks into the room, sparing me the embarrassment of looking at my candid pictures. He sighs. “What did he do this time?”

“He’s sending himself my embarrassing pictures,” I tell him. “This is cyberbullying.”

“Lemme see.” He snickers as he looks over Changbin’s shoulder. “Very photogenic, y/n. You should consider taking more pictures we can use as blackmail.”

This little shit. Scratch that, these 2 little shits.

I snatch Changbin’s phone and chase after Jisung, trying to take a few meme-worthy pictures of Jisung, but Chan finishes up and shoos us out of the music production building and into our cars. As I file into Changbin’s passenger seat (I walked here from class, so my car is still at my apartment), he hands my phone back with a cheeky grin.

“You know, Jisung was right. You really should take more pictures of yourself,” he states as he backs out of his parking spot.

“Why, so you guys can post them on my birthday to make fun of me?” I cross my arms exaggeratedly, then uncross them to grab his phone and spam his camera with random pictures of him driving.

“Well, that too.” He glances over briefly, and I get a perfect shot of him that captures his mischievously twinkling rich, dark chocolate-colored eyes and his satisfied smirk. My breath hitches, and I swear I can feel my heart beating in my throat. Changbin’s handsome and he knows it, no doubt about it. The words send me that pic later die on the tip of my tongue as he reaches over and ruffles my hair before continuing, “but also because I need more beautiful things on my phone.”

He goes back to driving, as if he hadn’t just indirectly called me beautiful. But I’ve seen the way girls swoon over his smile and ogle his arms. I’ve seen how many people his charms affect, whether he’s aware of it or not. And so the negative part of my brain reigns in my blooming affection for the boy sitting next to me before I can do anything stupid, forcing me not to dwell on my jumble of emotions. Instead, I ask him about his day, the tracks he’s working on, and the classes that I’m not in, and he tells me before asking about my professors. Just like good friends do.

(That night, I pretend I don’t notice or mind the beautiful, kind waitress flirting with him, and I pretend that I’m not relieved when he treats her politely and with kindness–nothing more, nothing less–like he does with everyone else, and I pretend that my heart wouldn’t break if he rejected my advancements like that, so why does Felix whisper in my ear that I’m in denial?)

•••

“Pick up, jeez!” I huff into my phone. After calling Changbin twice, he finally picks up on my third try.

“What.” I can hear Felix screaming something in the background about Changbin being soft (with some friendly trash talk), followed by my name being yelled.

“Y/n y/n y/n,” I hear Felix breathing into the phone. “Of course it’s you, no wonder Changbin didn’t have his resting bitch face on when he answered–mmph!” Seungmin cackles in the background with an affirmative shout of “I agree!”

“Hey Seungmin! Miss ya!” I giggle. “Hey Felix, how’s uh… what was her name again?” I pretend for forget the name of Felix’s crush. “Oh yeah–”

“Thank you, next!” I can hear Seungmin clowning him already, before Changbin (presumably) steals his phone back.

“So,” Changbin clears his throat, “did you need anything?”

“Hi y/n! How’s your day been going? We should probably work on our Tech project, don’t you think? Especially since we��re going with my idea of music production apps?” I imitate his voice. “None of that? Hmmm?”

“Hi y/n, how’s your day.” he states more than asks. “Also, I kind of forgot about that project?” When I stay silent, he adds, “That cafe two blocks from your English class in twenty minutes? I’ll bring two studio headphones.”

“You better. Also, do you mind giving me a ride?” I ask, chewing on my bottom lip. “I’m at the auto shop right now because my car is getting fixed.”

“Not at all. I’ll be there in ten.”

Twelve minutes later, when he pulls up, I greet him with a “you’re late.”

(”Hi Changbin! How was your day? It’s so good to see you! You make this lovely day even better!”

“I’m glad you’re smart enough to figure out the reason behind my lackluster greeting, Seo. Do you understand what it feels like to be ignored now?”

“…my bad.”)

•••

“Can I get a ride back to the auto shop, too?” I ask as we walk across the cafe’s parking lot.

“No, you can perish. I can’t believe you had the audacity to diss coffee.” Changbin shudders exaggeratedly recalling how I called coffee “gross” after he ordered his iced americano.

“You mean roast,” I grin as I shoot him with finger guns. When he fixes me with a look, I continue. “But I bought you one to pay you back for picking me up!” I protest, playing along with his banter.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t buy me one for dropping you off, too.”

“Meanie.” We stop when we reach his car.

“A meanie who was kind enough to at least give you a ride there.” As he unlocks his car and sinks into the driver’s seat, he smirks up at me. “See you tomorrow, y/n.”

I cross my arms in defeat. “See you, snake.” I pull my phone out and open the bus app to check the schedule, sighing when I look at him and absentmindedly waving once I realize he hasn’t closed his door yet. That’s when it registers in my mind that I’m waving with the hand holding my phone.

Changbin rolls his eyes at me when he sees what I’ve pulled up. “I was joking, jeez. You know, you really can be dumb sometimes. Get in, idiot.”

“Yet I’m still at the top of the class, am I right? And I’m up there with you, so what does that say about your intelligence?” I slide into the passenger seat. “And in my defense, you’re really cold-hearted, so I actually thought you’d make me get home on my own.”

“I’d never let you go home alone this late, dummy. You may be book smart sometimes, but I’m convinced that you only use one brain cell 80% of the time. You’re so dense.” He reaches across the car and flicks my forehead. I flick his right back. “Plus, you’re cute when you’re exasperated.”

“Uhh…” I articulate intelligently. Yup, my last brain cell just went on vacation. “Um, ah- if I didn’t know better, I’d call you a player,” I manage to sputter out.

My face heats up as the temperature in the car seems to drop a few degrees as I freeze, internally panicking. Sure, that was a past impression I had of him, but I know him better now.

Changbin freezes. “You really see me that way?” His voice is flat and steady–too flat and steady.

“No! I-I kinda thought that when I first met you, but I know you’re not like that. And you can’t be a player if you only have eyes for Soyeon, right?” I’m convinced that Soyeon, the charismatic, popular rapper in his music composition class, is the object of his affections.

“I don’t like Soyeon.”

“Smells like lies.”

“I don’t!”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

Changbin starts the car. Before he pulls out of the parking lot, he glances over at me.

“I’m not–you know. A player.”

That’s the very first time I see Changbin in such an open, vulnerable state. His openness usually comes with an air of you-can’t-hurt-me-I’m-invincible. Right now, though, he lets me look straight into the depths of his soul.

I’m the one to break eye contact.

“I know,” I nod.

But it would be easier to justify the effect you have on me if you were.

(“So… how was your cafe date with Changbin yesterday? Has he asked you out to dinner yet?” pesters Felix, leaning across the table at the library, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I open my mouth to protest, but Changbin joins us and playfully shoves his shoulder before settling his arm across my shoulders.

“I actually enjoyed it a lot,” he smirks, glancing down at me. “Now if you’d bug Hyunjin instead,” he points towards the entrance where Hyunjin is walking in, “we have a study date that I, at least, would prefer you didn’t intrude on.” He smiles at me again. I think I can see stars in his eyes.

I can’t contain my grin. Even though I know he means it as a joke, I like it. I like him.

So I play along.

“You’re late Changbin.” I reach up to squish his cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Felix fake a gag and leave. Changbin squeezes my side in a half hug, then sits down and scoots closer to me, taking out his textbooks and papers.

If one were to look at me and see stars swimming in my eyes, stars for him, make no mistake. This is no joke. This is real.)

•••

Over the course of the next month, I pine after Changbin. Hard. I swoon when he greets me with a hug, a smile, and an occasional drink from our cafe in the mornings, squishing my cheeks afterwards. (I always squish his back.) I swoon twice as hard if he jots down lyrics or his inner thoughts on his drink, something he’s been doing regularly. I fight the urge to blush whenever he makes a casual, flirty joke (especially when it’s in response to what I wrote on the pink sticky notes I attach to his drink whenever it’s my turn to grab drinks for us), opting to flirt back instead of feeling shy. My heart beats a little faster when I settle into his cuddly hugs, sometimes to the point where I’m afraid he’ll notice how quick it is. I have to bite back a lovestruck grin when he shares bits and pieces of himself with me, such as revealing random thoughts, telling me childhood stories, and letting me explore his soul, telling me anything and everything I’d like to know–that is, besides his current love life, denying that he has a crush on Soyeon every time I bring it up. (I’m slightly relieved.)

I’ve finally admitted my feelings for him. I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the line, I decided to let whatever happens happen. I think I do a pretty good job of hiding it? (Felix begs to differ, though.) But the thing is, I want to tell him. I just don’t want to lose him as a friend, and I can’t imagine my life without him as an integral part in it.

So, I keep my feelings inside every time he touches my arm, shoulder, or hand; every time he leans in close to whisper in my ear; every time he giggles his fricking adorable giggle and his eyes scrunch up. I keep them hidden until I don’t and I end up spilling my feelings to Felix.

Two hours later, after Felix is done gloating that he was “right all along”, interrogating me, and high-key shipping me, he drags me over to Changbin’s dorm and claims that “he wants to see who’s better at video games” between Changbin and me. Then he leaves once we start playing smash. (He ends up beating me four times before suggesting we go somewhere else to do something fun. I agree. Felix makes faces at me until we leave.)

Some time after that (with a little convincing from Felix–not too much though, the prick knows how to be a decent friend and not force me into anything–and Yeji, who gushed about how cute Changbin and I were for a solid hour after I told her about my feelings), I sit down and plan what to say during a confession after I text Changbin to meet me in our cafe at 5 o’clock sharp and that I have something to tell him. He responds with:

Sure

I wanna tell u something too

See u then

The thing is, my brain chooses the perfect moments to stop working. For example:

I am romantically attracted to you beyond the scope that friendship encompasses? What the heck? Where did that come from?

After giving up on planning (why would you not be spontaneous when you could be?), I tell myself to just relax, and go over the main points I want to make in my head. I trust myself to not make a complete fool out of myself while confessing. I think.

You know what? I’m relaxed. Cool as a cucumber.

I mean, come on! What could possibly go wrong?

•••

As soon as I step into the cafe and see Changbin’s expression change from unbothered to smiling when he notices me entering, my mouth goes dry.

“You’re early,” I greet.

He raises an eyebrow. “You are, too. That’s a first. Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

My eyes dart around, glancing at the menu, the fairy lights, the flower centerpiece in the middle of the table, all familiar things I had seen when we worked on our project and during our study sessions. I do a double take when my gaze lands on the small bouquet of flowers resting in his lap.

Of course he wanted to see me too. He needed a girl’s opinion delivering these flowers along with a speech about his feelings.

Wonderful. As if I wasn’t sure my heart was going to get broken already.

“So. I have something to tell you.” “I need to get something off my chest.” we say at the same time.

Smooth, me. That was real smooth.

“Please just let me get it out. I’ll help you with whatever confession advice about Soyeon you need, ok? I just… need to word vomit,” I let out a shaky breath. “Would you look at that, I’m doing it already! Great!”

Changbin stares at me. He opens his mouth and says, “I don’t have feelings for Soyeon. I don’t understand why you always insist that I do, but believe me, these flowers… they’re not for her.”

Ah, there my mind goes again. Racing with thoughts of who else it could be. I don’t want to think of him as a fuckboy, but really, who knows how many other people he’s given flowers to? Just when I was starting to think–no, hope–that maybe, maybe my one-sided pining wasn’t one-sided after all.

How many more people does he wrap his arms around, does he write random thoughts and lyrics for, does he walk to classes and events with, does he greet with a new cheesy pickup line on their hot chocolate with no whipped cream and marshmallows, does he say heart-stopping things so effortlessly such as “I don’t know what I would do without you in my life” while shooting his deadly, genuine smile? How many more people are there?

“Take your time, y/n,” Changbin chuckles good-naturedly, snapping me out of my internal monologue. “It must be important. I’m all ears.” He props his elbows up on the small table separating us, leaning his head into his hands and fixing a patient expression on me.

This adorable, tiny, unselfish ball of fluff. My heart nearly combusts and I lose control of my brain when I blurt out the words “I like you.”

I force myself to keep my eyes on his face, to see if his expression changes. It doesn’t, but I swear I can see his eyes darken a little and the wheels in his mind start to turn before coming to a complete stop. “We’re friends,” he replies slowly. “Unless you mean…”

“I am romantically attracted to you beyond the scope that friendship encompasses.” Seriously? Right now?

Changbin opens his mouth and closes it (I’m sure that my thesaurus vomit didn’t exactly help things). He’s wearing his trademark confused face, and as cute as it is, I can’t suppress the need to explain myself more. “I just wanted to let you know, and I hope that we can still be friends after this. There’s no pressure for you to like me back or anything. I totally understand. Just give me a few days to adjust, ok? Ok. Cool.”

“Wait, y/n-” “Haha, look at the time, I need to go, uh, do stuff. See you in class on Monday!” I nearly trip as I rush to stand up from my chair. I barely restrain myself from bolting to the door, and by the time Changbin opens the cafe door, I’m halfway across the parking lot.

My face burns as I peel out of the parking lot. My brain burns with the image of Changbin running towards me, arm extended, totally not kissable lips parted, calling my name.

•••

A good cry always makes things better.

Once I’m drained of tears, I melt into my bed with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s and my computer while pointedly ignoring my 50 unread messages from a certain person. As I search for friends-to-lovers stories and fics, I feel a new wave of frustration rising. Sure, mutual pining for your best friend is understandable. But what happens when you’re not best friends? What happens when he tries to brighten up everyone’s day? When will you get your happy ending if he’s just a thoroughly good person who only sees you as a friend?

My subconscious tells me that I’m being unfair, but I push selfless y/n to the back of my mind. I tell myself I’ll deal with this mess on Monday when I’m ready. Tonight, I’m just going to wallow in self-pity.

Until I hear a slightly muffled knock on my apartment door door.

And another.

“Y/n?” Changbin’s voice calls out.

Nononono crap not today not today oh mah Jesus -Mark Lee

“Please let me in?” He asks again, this time in a softer voice.

I respond by closing the door to my room.

“Y/n! I know you’re in there!” The knocking continues. I start blasting Day6 songs from my computer in an attempt to drown him out. It works, since his knocking and his words get muffled until they merely sound likewhite noise, but I get a flurry of notifications from my phone. I mute it and throw it across the room.

After a while, Changbin seems to give up and stops trying to get my attention. I pause my music.

I have no idea how long I sit on my bed, lost in my own bubble, reading my sorrows away, but I’m snapped out of my reverie and thrown back into reality with the sound of the front door opening. I hear my roommate say, “Wait here for a sec, let me talk to her first.” I hear a body settle on our couch.

The door to my room opens.

“Y/n? You ok?” Yeji takes in my puffy eyes, the mountain of tissues nearly bursting out of my trash can, the bundle of blankets I’ve arranged into something resembling a beanbag, and the tub of Ben and Jerry’s slowly melting away. She sighs sympathetically and offers me a hug.

After comforting me and asking if I wanted to talk to her (I told her I would explain things tomorrow), she asks me to talk to Changbin. I decline.

“Well, you know what’s best for you. I just hope that you’ll listen to what he has to say. He said something about crashing in our living room until you talk to him… but he won’t bother you until you’re ready to have a face-to-face conversation with him!” she immediately reassures me once she sees the look of panic and worry on my face. “If you feel comfortable enough, please talk to him soon. He seems really regretful.”

“Of course he is,” I mumble. “Of course he feels sorry after I tell him not to be.” A new flood of tears threatens to spill from my eyes. “What a prick; always caring about his friends.” The word tastes bitter in my mouth and I almost spit it out.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Yeji grabs a tissue and dabs away my tears. “Do you want me to kick his ass for you?” I shake my head. “Get my brother to kick his ass?”

That manages to get a laugh out of me. “No, don’t sic Hyunjin on him. Changbin didn’t do anything wrong. I feel a lot better now, and I don’t want to distract you from what you were doing before this; you don’t have to stay here if you have other things to do.”

“You’re sure you’re ok? I don’t have anything important to do.”

“Positive. Besides, I know your English paper is due in 2 days. You don’t have to lie. Really, thank you, Yeji. You truly are the mama bird of our friend group.”

“You’d do the same for me.” She stands up and heads towards the door. “Do you want me to put your ice cream in the fridge? Bring you some dinner? I’m planning on cooking with Changbin tonight.” I tell her no, she leaves after double checking I don’t need anything else, and I lock my door.

I feel as if I’m suffocating, as if Changbin’s presence is seeping through the walls into my room, as if it’s attempting to fuse with everything in this apartment so that I’m reminded of him everywhere I look.

I need to get out of here.

I hear Yeji and Changbin moving around in the kitchen, and I remember that no one in the kitchen can see our front door (that’s how Yeji sneaks up on me when I get home early and start preparing dinner before she gets back, and vice versa). If I time this correctly… I could sneak out until Changbin leaves!

Y/n, you’re a genius!

•••

After I slip outside, making sure the lock the door quietly, run to my car before they notice I’m gone, and decide to drive to the old-timey diner that Felix drags me to when I’m feeling down, I debate whether or not I still want to be alone for about 3 seconds before I call him. He picks up on the 4th ring. After he agrees to meet me there in 15, I tell him not to spread the word about my whereabouts.

“Chill, mate,” he drawls, and I swear I can hear his Fortnite game in the background. “It sounds like you’re trying to avoid someone. You didn’t kill anyone, did you?”

Ah, Felix. Sweet, oblivious, intuitive Felix. “Don’t worry. I’m only sticking to class 4 misdemeanors… for now,” I whisper the last part before hanging up, trying to scare him.

It doesn’t work.

“You have got to get better at lying, y/n,” he says as a form of greeting when he slides into the seat across from me in our booth. “You’d lose your straight-A average before you broke the law. Did you order yet?”

“Yup, just fries for now,” I nod just as our food gets set down on the table. “Tsk, tsk, you’re late. You said 15 minutes. It’s been 20.” An ache in my heart? What ache in my heart? I mean, who else would I call late?

He shoves a fry in his mouth with one hand while flapping his other. “Traffic. And uh, stuff. Switch seats with me,” he stands up abruptly. “I wanna look at the door instead of the restrooms.”

I’m taken aback at how random that was, but I take his seat anyways. “The doors to the restrooms are closed. Dramatic much?”

“Speaking of drama,” he pauses to shovel a large handful of fries down his throat and chew. I take this opportunity to peek at my phone, and my heart rate accelerates once I see the 73 unread messages from both Yeji and Changbin.

Crap, they found out. Ok, so maybe I wasn’t that inconspicuous… I think as I text Yeji that I’m feeling better, eating out, sorry for worrying her, and that I won’t do anything stupid. I try to ignore Changbin’s texts.

“Speaking of drama, what the hell happened?” Felix interrogates.

“What happened?” I feign ignorance.

He doesn’t buy it. “You’re at our diner, you called me here, and you haven’t touched your fries. The only thing you’re missing from this mope-fest is a milkshake.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to get one.” I try to escape from his sharp gaze, but he blocks me.

“I don’t want milkshakes, I want TEA. So spill it now.”

“I’m not sure I want to talk about it right now…”

“Does this have to do with your massive crush on Changbin?”

“Pfft, what?” My voice rises an octave at the end of my question. “I don’t like Changbin. You like Changbin.”

He ignores my blatant lies. “What happened? Did you embarrass yourself in front of him or something? Because I promise you, that boy is whipped. I’m pretty sure you could shove him off a cliff and he’d still like you.”

“No, Felix… I messed up. Like, big time.”

After I get done explaining what happened with Changbin, I can practically feel the judgement pouring off Felix in waves.

“I just-I just feel so stupid for thinking I had a chance. Like, he’s always so friendly to everyone and I can’t believe I thought that his actions meant something more. He obviously only saw me as a friend.”

“You’re wrong.” Felix stands up. “You’re wrong because he’s here right now and walking towards you.” He points behind me, and lo and behold, Changbin appears with a milkshake in each hand. Felix waves. “Adiós.”

And then I’m frozen and I can look everywhere except for at Changbin and I’m internally cursing my life.

•••

Changbin slides a milkshake across the table. “I’m sorry for not texting you anything or saying something when I went over to your dorm. I just… wanted to tell you in person. And make this special. Because–you’re special to me.”

I glance up at him, then divert my gaze to the milkshake. On the drink, he’s written a short poem.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

You said you like me,

And I like you, too.

Though our initial meeting

May have been up to fate,

Now that we’re here together,

Let me take you on a date?

“I like you too, y/n.” He reaches across the table and takes my hand–hesitantly at first, then laces our fingers together once I don’t show any signs of protest.

I stand up abruptly, pulling my hand away. Once he starts to look uncomfortable, I tackle him in a hug and bury my face into the crook of his neck. I can’t contain my grin.

“Took you long enough to realize, you cheesy songwriter.”

I pull back, and Changbin’s expression turns serious. “Be my girlfriend?”

“I would love to.”

“Well then, sweetheart,” he smiles. “Let me take you on that date?”

(As we walk out of the restaurant, he backhugs me and whispers into my ear. “The only reason I didn’t kiss you back there was because I didn’t want to bother the people in there.”

“How about now?”

He responds by leaning in and capturing my lips with his.)

•••

After our date, as Changbin and I share a kiss underneath the night sky, I can’t help but realize how incomplete my first impressions of him were. He’s much too complex to be characterized by the sky during just one time of day. Rather, he encompasses the qualities of the sky in general depending on his mood: sunny, rainy, partly cloudy, snowy, not-a-cloud-in-the-sky, displaying rainbows, and my favorite (the most frequent and the one that describes him the best)–the night sky. Commonly thought of as pitch black, until you take a closer look and observe what you see: lit up by a bright moon, the darkness just a complex contrast allowing you to appreciate the celestial bodies that the sun overpowers.

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theanoninyouraskblog · 5 years

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Well, well, well.

@erasermic-aus

Looks like henry and windy are at it again. Lets give them hell shall we.

Mmm look at that delicious hint. Alright you know the drill lets look at obvious stuff first.

1: We’ve got a recording microphone. Specifically based on the shape it looks like we either have a condenser mic (specifically a large condenser mic) or a Ribbon microphone. Knowing what we do about Present Mic canonically (He has a radio show) we can assume this Mic also has a radio show (or a vlog, we’ll get to that later) which means he’s probably using a Ribbon Microphone given that they’re said to have the most natural sound and are usually used for recording human voices.

But we can take this further.

Hizashi’s Microphone is a mounted mic on stand... obviously (they help with audio quality). And he appears to have a pop filter on the front (basically it makes audio not sound like shit or in the words of an expert: “One of the simplest recording gadgets is the humble pop filter... positioned between the vocalist and your microphone to block plosives – those percussive P and B sounds that cause annoying low frequency bumps.”- a random fucking website, I did this research myself, I’m not sighting it if I don't have to.)

2: Red eyes. Now Hizashi canonically in the Bnha comics has read eyes, it was changed for the show... for atheistic reasons I guess? This isn’t some measly one off, because Windy and Henry aren’t sloppy. Lets take a look at what versions of Mic have green eyes. The mad hatter. Waiter Hizashi. That's it... there aren't that many full color pictures of hizashi with his eyes colored/open.

But lets look at who has red eyes. God’s Abomination, specifically when it’s villain mic and hero eraser. (there's no fully colored version the other way round so I’m just sort of assuming his eyes are green when it’s hero hizashi and villain eraser, would make my job soooo much easier being able to draw that conclusion) BUT NOPE I can’t make that clear decisive cut of red means evil, because guess what... HERO MIC HAS RED EYES IN SCREECH’S AU.

But you know what we do know.

Mic isn’t a hero. Henry told us as much.

Odd emphasis on not there... implies he’s a villain. But we wont rule out civilian yet.

Now we get to talk about this:

Firstly, that one eye visible one eye not is a fucking trope in the art world.

Want to know why?

Nah, I’m joking it’s been around a lot longer than him. But the glasses glare and the one eye is a very common theme. Don’t believe me?

That hiding one or both eyes on dangerous characters thing? Also a fucking trope.

Want a list of popular anime character with only one eye showing??? I have one!! https://www.ranker.com/list/best-anime-characters-with-one-eye-showing/ranker-anime Want a whole fucking page about it? https://www.animecharactersdatabase.com/tags.php?id=1085 Here's the data base!!!

Want videogame examples? Undyne (undertale), Sans (undertale), Garry (Ib)! The list goes on!

And doing something with a character’s eyes is always a trope! Character got possessed??? Guess what you can change the eyes to clue your audience in! You’re character just went fucking feral? SLITTED PUPILS ARE THE WAY MY DUDE. Aizawa Shouta just activated his quirk? Zoom in on them eyes, change color and do a weird color fracture.

Super powerful character has eyes flash? Totally normal, robot character’s eyes change color when scanning? One eye changes color?

Heterochromia is also super common.

This implies that Hizashi is dangerous, since it’s not happening before a fight as far as I can tell, it just implies he’s a dangerous man and not to be messed with.

Also remember how I mentioned vlogging? There is the off chance Hizashi is blogging and that’s why his attention isn't on his microphone. Or he could be looking at photos, or something... maybe a kidnapped and tied up Aizawa... who knows.

3: Now lets look at that dialog.

“He was amazing!” We can infer that the he in this situation is probably Aizawa... though it could technically be anyone. But we’re going to stick with Aizawa.

He was amazing? Well sounds a bit like Hizashi talking about Hero Aizawa, having seen Aizawa on patrol or even having fought him. One this is for sure, this is probably an obsessive mic. The sort that fixates on Aizawa or the like. Seems to me like a villain obsessing over a hero. Now, subtler details.

1: Lets take a look at this background. That’s glass right there which means this isn't Hizashi’s house, this is a recording studio. And Hizashi is either the host or is being interviewed, and we can rule that out due to the fact his feet are up and it’s fucking rude to do that if your being interviewed.

Now this could also be a police interrogation room, but the chair lends to it not being so, as does his posture and the mic itself. No this is a recording studio which means Mic defiantly has his own show.

Not only that, he’s a public figure. And probably a villain!

2: Hand guestures are something distinctly Hizashi. As someone who speaks with their hands the same way he does, expressing with hands isn’t just a thing for other people, you move your hands by yourself, reminding yourself to put on socks with motions, etc. But that, that's an odly specific position.

Now talking with your hands is a common phenomena, books have been written about it, it allegedly conveys strong leadership and the like... however it’s also a trait sociopaths and psychopath are known to mimic in order to endear people to them. Now let me put up a sociopath/psycopath checklist (The tests are very similar and I didnt feel like doing both) and lets look at Present Mic as a character.

GLIB and SUPERFICIAL CHARM — The tendency to be smooth, engaging, charming, slick, and verbally facile. Psychopathic charm is not in the least shy, self-conscious, or afraid to say anything. A psychopath never gets tongue-tied. They have freed themselves from the social conventions about taking turns in talking, for example. ✓ Hey, look Charm? Never gets tongue tied... hmmm

GRANDIOSE SELF-WORTH — A grossly inflated view of one’s abilities and self-worth, self-assured, opinionated, cocky, a braggart. Psychopaths are arrogant people who believe they are superior human beings. ✓ This one is a little harder to check off, because he’s not nearly as self centered, but cocky? yeah... yep, so he gets half a point here.

NEED FOR STIMULATION or PRONENESS TO BOREDOM — An excessive need for novel, thrilling, and exciting stimulation; taking chances and doing things that are risky. Psychopaths often have low self-discipline in carrying tasks through to completion because they get bored easily. They fail to work at the same job for any length of time, for example, or to finish tasks that they consider dull or routine. ✓ I dunno if you’ve met Hizashi, but this fits in rather well.

PATHOLOGICAL LYING — Can be moderate or high; in moderate form, they will be shrewd, crafty, cunning, sly, and clever; in extreme form, they will be deceptive, deceitful, underhanded, unscrupulous, manipulative, and dishonest. ✓ If he’s a villain he checks this easily. Especially if he’s a public figure AND a villain.

CONNING AND MANIPULATIVENESS — The use of deceit and deception to cheat, con, or defraud others for personal gain; distinguished from Item #4 in the degree to which exploitation and callous ruthlessness is present, as reflected in a lack of concern for the feelings and suffering of one’s victims. ✓ See above

LACK OF REMORSE OR GUILT — A lack of feelings or concern for the losses, pain, and suffering of victims; a tendency to be unconcerned, dispassionate, cold-hearted, and non-empathic. This item is usually demonstrated by a disdain for one’s victims. Ehhh… I really need to see more of this version of Hizashi to determine that.

SHALLOW AFFECT — Emotional poverty or a limited range or depth of feelings; interpersonal coldness in spite of signs of open See above.

CALLOUSNESS and LACK OF EMPATHY — A lack of feelings toward people in general; cold, contemptuous, inconsiderate, and tactless. Once again see above

PARASITIC LIFESTYLE — An intentional, manipulative, selfish, and exploitative financial dependence on others as reflected in a lack of motivation, low self-discipline, and inability to begin or complete responsibilities. Nope.

POOR BEHAVIORAL CONTROLS — Expressions of irritability, annoyance, impatience, threats, aggression, and verbal abuse; inadequate control of anger and temper; acting hastily. ✓ Acting hastily? Yep.

PROMISCUOUS SEXUAL BEHAVIOR — A variety of brief, superficial relations, numerous affairs, and an indiscriminate selection of sexual partners; the maintenance of several relationships at the same time; a history of attempts to sexually coerce others into sexual activity or taking great pride at discussing sexual exploits or conquests. Cannonically this would make sense but we wont check it.

EARLY BEHAVIOR PROBLEMS — A variety of behaviors prior to age 13, including lying, theft, cheating, vandalism, bullying, sexual activity, fire-setting, glue-sniffing, alcohol use, and running away from home. Dunno yet.

LACK OF REALISTIC, LONG-TERM GOALS — An inability or persistent failure to develop and execute long-term plans and goals; a nomadic existence, aimless, lacking direction in life. This man wanted to be a radio host. That's not a fucking stable job Hizashi. This is poor planning. ✓

IMPULSIVITY — The occurrence of behaviors that are unpremeditated and lack reflection or planning; inability to resist temptation, frustrations, and urges; a lack of deliberation without considering the consequences; foolhardy, rash, unpredictable, erratic, and reckless. ✓ No duh

IRRESPONSIBILITY — Repeated failure to fulfill or honor obligations and commitments; such as not paying bills, defaulting on loans, performing sloppy work, being absent or late to work, failing to honor contractual agreements. ✓ if He’s a fucking villain.

FAILURE TO ACCEPT RESPONSIBILITY FOR OWN ACTIONS — A failure to accept responsibility for one’s actions reflected in low conscientiousness, an absence of dutifulness, antagonistic manipulation, denial of responsibility, and an effort to manipulate others through this denial. ✓ if He’s a fucking villain.

MANY SHORT-TERM MARITAL RELATIONSHIPS — A lack of commitment to a long-term relationship reflected in inconsistent, undependable, and unreliable commitments in life, including marital. Nope

JUVENILE DELINQUENCY — Behavior problems between the ages of 13-18; mostly behaviors that are crimes or clearly involve aspects of antagonism, exploitation, aggression, manipulation, or a callous, ruthless tough-mindedness. Dunno yet

REVOCATION OF CONDITION RELEASE — A revocation of probation or other conditional releases due to technical violations, such as carelessness, low deliberation, or failing to appear. Dunno yet

CRIMINAL VERSATILITY — A diversity of types of criminal offenses, regardless if the person has been arrested or convicted for them; taking great pride at getting away with crimes. …..✓

Let me spell this out for you, Hizashi is displaying an oddly exaggerated handmotion, even for the most exuberant of hand talkers. (Generaly talking with your hands never gets outside of a box, here I’ve drawn the box on mic for you.)

The larger box is where most people talk and people why are shy or have been bullied/are self conscious of their hands talk in the smaller box.

He as a character ticks of most of a psychopathic checklist and if he is indeed a psychopath he could have learned that hand motion endear people to you. Now I’m not saying he is a psychopath, most people tick off at least 4 of those boxes, I’m just saying it’s possible.

3 yep that eye is still confusing me, he defiantly seems like he’s looking at something and the more I look at that smug expression the more I think it’s Aizawa tied up and gagged in a chair with his own capture weapon glaring at him.

4: That's a nice chair. That's a nice chair. Not interrogation I guess. But something about that chair irks me.

Alright nitpicky now.

Posture:

That's not fucking relaxed posture. That’s posturing to give of the air of being relaxed. Mic may have been relaxed when he crossed his legs but those arms are not relaxed. Look at the stiff angles. That’s a man who’s up to something.

And lastly, no, no I could not figure out what kind of shoes Mic is wearing, and I don't think it’s relevant.

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In My Veins (7/?)

Title: In My Veins Rating: K+ Pairing: Ten/Rose, human AU Summary: –Telepathic bond soulmate AU– Everyone kept saying kids couldn’t develop telepathic bonds, that it was completely impossible. John Smith and Rose Tyler defied the impossible.

Notes: Well I finally managed to hash out a soulmate AU enough to be happy with writing it. All the blame for this entire story goes to @lastbluetardis, who not only encouraged it, but also allowed me to yell at her about it until I was happy enough to start writing it. Blame her entirely.

Read it on A03

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John: 16

Rose: 14

Warning: Body image issues

God, why can’t you lose weight? The voice in the back of Rose’s head — the one that wasn’t John, the one John didn’t know about — taunted Rose as she stared dismally the scale she was standing on. She hadn’t lost any weight the last couple of weeks. How was that even possible? She’d been eating nothing but healthy food and she was running every single day. What more did she need to do?

What’s wrong? John broke Rose out of her melancholy thoughts, and she quickly stepped off the scale, grabbing a towel so she could finish drying off from her shower.

Nothing’s wrong.

You seem upset. He could always feel when she was upset. It made Rose a little nervous.

Just tired. Long day. Don’t think I did well on that science test.

Really? I’m sorry. I’ll try to help you study more next time, John promised. You just seemed like you really had it down.

Yeah. It’s alright. It’s just one test, not a huge deal. Rose finished drying off and put on her robe so she could get to her room and change. She really needed to take some time to practice tonight, her last band rehearsal had been awful. It just felt like she didn’t have time for music anymore. She was spending a lot of time running, and she had homework, and her family always seemed to have something going on…

Tonight was a blissfully quiet night. Jackie and Pete were out, leaving Tony and Rose on their own (or as on their own as they could be with an entire staff of people). They’d let the cooks go home early and the kids order a pizza, which Rose had let Tony have most of. There were way too many calories in pizza, and she was having a hard enough time losing weight as it was.

And yet her stomach was still growling loudly as she changed into her pajamas and got out her flute, putting it together so she could try and get a little practice in. She was so tired, and her bed looked so inviting…

Half an hour of practice, she told herself. Then you can go to bed.

What? Oops. Apparently she’d told John as well.

Talking to myself. Sorry. The line between Rose and John was starting to get blurrier. Not that Rose minded — she loved having John in her head. It was the only comfort she had sometimes.

It just meant that talking to herself wasn’t really talking to herself anymore.

We need to develop a code, John said thoughtfully. Like, you say banana before you talk to yourself so I know not to listen.

Why banana?

Why not banana?

Because literally any other word is better.

What do you have against bananas? John sounded offended. Rose rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh.

I have nothing against bananas. I just think you like them a little too much.

Rose Tyler, I’m disappointed in you. You should know there’s no such thing as liking bananas too much.

Oh shut up and listen to me practice if you want.

Ooooooooh, yes please!

Having John actually in her head — instead of just being a ghostly presence — had become a little more comfortable. It still felt weird when he eased his way into her mind, but it no longer left the two of them with a blinding headache after he left.

And it was nice. But that was no surprise.

Rose put the flute to her lips and started playing.

* * * * * * * *

Do you ever wonder what I look like?

Rose was lying in bed, trying to sleep. She was tired, but sleep just wouldn’t come. She suspected it had something to do with how hungry she was.

Apparently John couldn’t sleep either. No surprise. Usually he was the reason Roes was still awake.

Hmmm? Rose said, blinking as she turned her attention to him.

I mean, we’ve been talking for six years. I kinda know what you look like from magazines and stuff, but your parents are always blocking the camera.

I’m sure you could find better pictures of me online. One of the “perks” of having a famous father.

I don’t want to, though. The answer surprised Rose. I mean, I want to know what you look like, John amended quickly. But I want you to be the one to show me. I don’t want to go looking it up online like some kind of creep. That’s weird. Also, you never answered question.

Right, the question that had started this. Rose curled up a bit tighter in bed. I kinda feel like I know what you look like, she said after a minute. I mean, I don’t know specifics or anything, I just… get these feelings. Like I feel like your tall, and you have brown hair that you probably never comb. Stuff like that.

Same, John admitted. But it’s not the same as actually seeing each other face to face.

Rose’s heart skipped a beat. Do you… want to meet each other face to face? She asked slowly.

Oh, I’d love to. He sounded so sincere and innocent. I don’t know how we would, though.

Yeah, that was a problem. Neither of them drove, and Rose had an escort basically everywhere — another “perk.” She’d have a hard time explaining why she wanted to go see a sixteen-year-old boy she didn’t appear to have a single connection with.

Maybe when I’m eighteen, she said with a sigh. I’ll be in university, then, and I really want to live on campus. Maybe I’ll get a bit more freedom then.

Yeah. John sighed.

Are you disappointed?

No, no! John said quickly. It just sort of sucks we can’t see each other. I mean, I guess we could tell people about our bond, we’re probably old enough now that people might listen to us, but…

His voice drifted off. He couldn’t put into words what he meant, but Rose understood. She didn’t want to tell anyone either. She didn’t know how her parents would react to finding out she had a soulmate bond with someone — they were already trying to set up with friends’ kids. What would they say when they learned that option was off the table? That she had a bond with some stranger they had never heard of?

Rose liked what she had with John. She liked this little secret. Their secret. She didn’t want to ruin it just yet.

I do want to see you, Rose said after a moment, sighing faintly. I just don’t know how.

John fell quiet for a moment. Phones! He exclaimed after a moment. We can exchange numbers! I can send you a picture!

Rose lit up. Brilliant! She grabbed her mobile, quickly telling John her number. A moment later, her mobile buzzed as an unfamiliar number texted her. She opened the text, and found herself looking at a picture of John for the very first time.

Oh god, he was so handsome. His hair was on end, like he’d run his fingers through it too many times, his eyes a sharp brown, lit up and so happy.

He was far too good for Rose.

Your turn! John said happily. I mean, if you want.

I do! Rose assured him. Hang on.

She flipped on her light and ran to grab her brush, quickly brushing out her hair. It was a complete mess — she had been tossing and turning for hours. She put on just a bit of makeup, trying to move fast before John questioned what could be taking her so long.

Finally she was ready. She turned on her phone camera and turned it to face her, snapping a quick picture. She still thought she looked pretty awful, but she sent it to John anyways, bracing herself.

John’s reaction wasn’t verbal. It washed through Rose’s mind, completely and utterly awed, and quite honestly it stole Rose’s breath away.

You’re…beautiful, he finally said, and it was impossible for Rose to think he was lying. She had felt his reaction, after all.

Really? Her voice was small and uncertain. Could he really think that?

You are! But do you sleep in makeup? That’s kind of silly.

Rose giggled a bit as she hurried to the bathroom to wash the makeup off. No, I just put a little on. I look better with it.

I doubt that, John protested. Come on, send me another one. Pleeeeeeeeeeease?

Rose couldn’t say no to that. She returned to her room and reluctantly took another photo, sending it to John. See, told you, John said happily. You’re beautiful without makeup, too.

Rose blushed deeply, ducking her head. She still didn’t quite believe him. But he was so adamant…

It made her feel a little better, at least.

Her phone buzzed again, and she opened her texts to find a picture of John make a silly face at the camera, and a message that said, “You’re thinking too much!”

Rose laughed, taking a picture of herself sticking her tongue out and writing back, “Look who’s talking. You dream about your books eating you!”

* * * * * * * *

John smiled, a bit stupidly, at his mobile. He had made his background one of the pictures Rose had sent him. She was currently “absence” (she had been dragged off to a dinner by her parents, and unfortunately she had to pay attention. John could feel her boredom, but they couldn’t actually talk), and having the picture to look at made him miss her a little less.

Of course, he was well aware of how creepy this would see to anyone on the outside who saw his background. People knew Rose; they would probably see him as some kind of crazy stalker person, lusting after the beautiful Vitex heiress who didn’t even know he existed.

Honestly, the thought of that kind of amused him.

He returned his attention to his drawing — now that he had an actual good shot of Rose’s face, drawing her had become so much easier. Not that he could ever do her justice — she was beautiful, and no amount of pencil or shading could capture that. But drawing her had become a pastime for him. It relaxed him, and helped him clear his mind.

Hopefully Rose wouldn’t think it was too creepy.

John twiddled his pencil between his fingers, chewing on the eraser. It was a bad habit he really had to work on. After a moment he closed the sketchbook with a sigh, picking up his mobile so he could look at the real thing.

God, he loved her so much.

It wasn’t something he got to think about much — he didn’t want Rose to intrude on his thoughts and freak out, after all — but it was true. It wasn’t just because of their bond, either; there were plenty of cases of people who had some sort of soulmate bond and just didn’t fall in love. That wasn’t what this was, though. Rose made John happy. Thinking about her made him smile, no matter how bad of a day he was having. He could talk to her for hours on end, and never get bored or want a way out of the conversation (which happened with basically anyone else, even Sarah Jane). She was smart, and funny, and easy to talk to, and beautiful inside and out.

And John loved her.

A bolt of annoyance shot through John, and for a moment he panicked, thinking Rose had caught him in his thoughts. What’s wrong? He asked.

Mum is making me eat dessert, Rose grumbled back.

But dessert is the best part of dinner! That’s why you eat dinner, to get to dessert! John said exuberantly. What’s dessert?

Chocolate cake! There’s a ton of calories in chocolate cake, and she’s still making me eat it.

John frowned at that. Are you… on a diet or something? That didn’t make much sense to him. She was already bone thin, what weight could she possibly need to lose?

I just don’t want to eat chocolate cake, I don’t see what the big deal is, Rose said, annoyed. John made a face. He’d noticed Rose had been a pit pickier about her food lately — what she ate, how much she ate, and so on — and honestly had just assumed she was on a diet. But after seeing an actual picture of her… she didn’t need to lose weight. She was fine just the way she was.

So what was going on with her?

#ficandchips #dwau #dwfic #dw fic #in my veins #unsurprisingly I didn't want to post this #but whatever

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quonit-aceattorney · 6 years

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4-1 Reaction

Rules:

Q = Me, Quonit.

BF = Bardic Feline, the friend that made me spend 30 dollars on the game and whom I am messaging

I don’t use those when I send the messages close enough my username doesn’t appear.

Any typos (unless they are funny and part of the conversation) will be fixed.

Index

Q: new game

Turnabout Trump hmmm

Q: wooohhhhh this looks weird

it's a lot more animated so far

painter

paintings

candle!

sad music

spiders and sards

who loose

bottle

blood

Q: cards

RING

who is in trouble

AH THE BACKGROUND WERE REDONE

i need to know the year dammit

well april 20... 7 years after... april 20 2028

Apollo!!!

who is this dude he looks ever so slightly recognizable

Q: one moment let me look at the court record and that book button i wanna press all the things before i listen to this conversation

YAY EXAMINING THE EXAMINED IS BACK

aw apollo is very happy with his job

wohhhh i can also slide the thing instead of pressing the arrows on the side

dammit i recognize this name... hmmm...

that phoenix guy person or something...

victim alright

BACK TO THE CONVERSATION

NO I WANNA PRESS THE BOOK BUTTON

THAT'S A SAVE BUTTON!!! YESSSS

Q: and it asks me if i wanna go to the title screen instead of just taking em there!!! this isawesome

Q: Apollo is great so far

APOLLO IS FINE

Kristoph: Don't say you're fine quite so much shut up

ya maybe the client should introduce himself to me

Apollo: The defendant has been accused of murder what other things should people be accused of in this game

hello stupid head introduce yourself to me

Stupid head Phoenix stupid: So you're- Apollo: Fine! I-I'm fine! APOLLO IS FINE

yes Apollo is now mr.fine

Phoenix you have an odder name you can't say that

Q: Apollo! Be confident!

apollo is still great

i like the new font

THE FAR SHOTS

BF: Apollo is so great

Q: NO

THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PAINTED AND BRIGHTER whatever

hey judge

one moment let me listen to this awesome music

omg it's window payne

BF: And “I’m fine!” Is basically his catchphrase as I’m sure you’ve noticed

Q: i like that phrase

BF: And you’ve no doubt been introduced to the concept of his “Chords of Steel” workouts. (Basically he yells a lot to pump himself up)

Q: oh! i was wondering if he made that up th get out of something but alright.

BF: With that in mind, you should know that there is totally official art of Apollo in like the Defendant’s lobby or something, DOING his Chords of Steel exercise

Q: yessss

BF: (I.E. screaming into the “camera”)

Q: i wanna see

I have this grudge against Gavin already for some reason. That is just the emotion he evokes from me.

BF: While Kristoph sits on the couch just behind him, looking wholly undisturbed

BF: With earplugs in his ears

Q: yessss

STATE YOUR NAME STUPID

SEE THE JUDGE KNOWS HIM

FINALLY

BF: Hahaha gonna let you form your own opinions on Kris, I have very strong ones

alright haha.

im mad at him

BF: Hobo Phoenix is kind of a troll

BF: He’s basically regular Phoenix with his sarcasm filter turned off.

Plus some stuff I can’t talk about because spoilers

Q: ah alright

grape juice: I remember something about thing being said before when i read something on 2-4

Q: fine if it's gambling we can focus on that later RIGHT NOW WE ARE TALKING ABOUT MURDER

Payne: :something something stupid: and impress women Me: nah he doesn't look straight to me

Payne: Better than a defense attorney who can't defend Window Payne is the worst of everybody here so far

BF: Payne has always looked a bit like Riff Raff from Rocky Horror in this one. It’s the hair...

Q: I've noticed...

Gavin: Are you alright? You're sweating bullets.

Apollo: Bullets!? Where!?

yay! they let most of the tutorial be optional

Q: im in doubt so i will press everything

Phoenix that's a benie you don't hide your face with it that's not how it works

hehe Phoenix still easily beats winston

Q: wait how did phoenix become a hobo didn't he get half a million dollars at the end of the third game

wait no i don't ask questions like that that's spoilers

BF: hahahaha i wouldn't say he was rich at the end of game three (or not that I remember), but he was still in a good place.

and yes, how he got HERE is MAJOR spoilers.

Q: just gonna wait and see then

Gavin everything is poetic to you

BF: hahaaha Kris has quite the dramatic streak, it's true. lD And a love of flowery language

Q: I'll expect that to continue then

Q: :0 i think i found a contradiction. I am very proud of myself. now to see if it works

it worked!

hehe! Apollo yelling objection throught he text box

Payne's hair swoosh

Q: Wright your phone is still outdated af

BF: Phoenix? Upgrade his phone? heaven forbid!

Q: who is this witness

BF: a lady with a mid 00's meme for a name

oh boy

Judge: Where is the witness?? Payne: I surmise that she has been frightened by the defense's demonic looking horns HAH

Olga Orly hmm

HEY LOOK A PHOTO FROM THE SCENE OF THE MUDER >:(

Ogla: That night, customer asked me to deal cards for a game is that a typo or am i missing something

nah this seems to be a recurring theme so i guess not

BF: she's supposed to be speaking with a very stereotypical broken English type Russian Accent hahah

Q: ohhh

if this photo is true why is the grape juice on the other side of the table

BF: http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/o-rly Also, because this meme is old

Hmmmmmm

Q: trying to go to the link

Q: one moment

Q: i need to go eat give me a second

BF: okaaaay

Q: back

i ended up accidentally pulling out the SD card and has to play back to where i was

Apollo: It's already April. How could it be cold? Well 1st off they were in a basement and 2nd off what state are you in

oh ya the meme link

OH I get it now haha.

Q: O RLY your testimony is WRONG i have the autopsy report!

Apollo: :When objecting: Oh really? when did this game come out

Q: hehe Apollo looks very happy with himselfQ: if he played the whole time with a hand on a locket, then how come it isn't on him when he diedQ: dammit phoenix

wtf

what is the photo

wtf why cant i see it

dammit

Q: I highly doubt this once again because the grape juice is on the wrong side of the table if phoenix was loosing

Apollo: Methinks the judge watches too many movies i wouldn't be surprised

Q: my computer flashed the blue screen of death for some reason... thank god i already finished scrolling all of the way up there yesterday

Q: Otherwise: Gavin what the hell do you want me to do what is wrong with it

photo do you know??? yes it does :D

Q: test

dammit

Q: i was sending a bunch of messages but they apparently didn't go through. I'm getting them now

Gavin: It's almost as if you figured it out by yourself i'm still mad at you for no reason at all don't say stuff like that SEE PHOENIX WAS WINNING. MORONS. Q: Winston's hair is hilarious that is an absolutely awful pun Q: but somebody already said there couldn't have been a cheat because of the cards Q: who cares if i have any idea how poker works or now *not Q: ...not here aren't 5 aces... *NO THERE Q: I'll take the victim's hand. I'm pretty sure it's normal fro there to be 4 red cards and 1 blue... right? nah OLGA WHAT THE HECK Q: :0 THE INTENSE BATTLE MUSIC PLAYING sounds like a remix of the first. oh no! She fell over! Now she won't be able to catch her plates!

so BACK TO GAME

Also i have decided that i am 96% certain that this daughter person is Pearl because i really dont think he had a kid in those 7 years

I want 50 cents if i am right

PHOENIX WHAT IS IT YOU AREN'T GUILTY

Payne: Raising objections when you are about to get off the hook?!? well I mean... for somebody like Phoenix i guess it makes sense. He wants the whole truth discovered. whatever im probably being dumb

Q: this is interesting

I've also decided i forgive phoenix for being mean and stupid

quonit-aceattorney

uhuh

i don't... crap i need to figure out when the cards were swapped now or im dead

05/18/2018

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Window Payne is so confused haha

quonit-aceattorney

Gavin is doing the anime glasses thing

FINALLY I CAN SEE THE PICTURE

THANK YOU

DAMMIT

eh wahtever

quonit-aceattorney

phoenix im still mad at you give me a reason to forgive you for exlisting

Q: savepoint. That music was awful weird.Q: o rly is a new person nowQ: how dare you even though i haven't seen him in 7 years I will still protect phoenix from evil people

I'm still bad at him but i would give him cookies

Q: aw she called Phoenix' hat cute

Q: wait there was something inverted

what

ya no you're a lying jerk

THIS IS TERRIFYING

Q: what the fuck

Q: no, Phoenix called the cops!

Q: uhhh well im not sure who is colorblind here

but it's not phoenix or the o rly girl so... i have no idea??? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME

Q: and it's not somebody who was already there because it was a fourth person???

frick

uhhh

Q: when playing this all i feel like im doing is embarrassing myself. What do you want me to dooooo

Q: holy shit my 2nd guess was right

Q: dammit Gavin why

see i knew i had a grudge agaist you for no reason, now i have a reason

Payne is not used to turnabout like this

Q: hmmmm ya why not. I am the defense attorney i make the rules

OF COURSE I WOULD BETRAY YOU. YOU'RE MEAN I KNOW IT!@

Q: NO GAVIN I LIKE PHOENIX MORE THAN YOU

Apollo: Why can't I have a normal trial!? Because you are officially antiquated with Phoenix now: You will never have a normal trial. You have been cursed.

Q: SO NOW both the card and the fingerprints makes sense! Thank Wright for telling me this in the MIDDLE OF THE TRIAL

Q: phoenix the bottle is empty

Mr.Gavin: Perhaps a fifth person came and took it out? Oh, and a sixth person could've helped!

shut up you were there

Q: I've been stuck for like 20 minuets now

Q: stupid game

whyyy

i found a contradiction like 30 minutes ago and it did NOTHING ANYWHERE

Q: NOTHING ELSE IS DOING ANYTHING EITHER

I HAVE AN EVIL GUY SITTING NEXT TO ME AND SOME DUDE I USED TO KNOW NOT GIVING ME STRAIGHT ANSWERS

Q: All of the characters in this game suck and I sound stupid when i try to predict things

Q: like how am i supposed to know anything im just making stupid claims when i have absolutely nothing

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT'S STUPID

Q: LATER IT JUST LOOKS STUPID BUT IT REALLY ISN'T WITH THE KNOWLEDGE I HAD RIGHT

Q: gah everybody from this game still sucks

IT'S BEEN FORTY MENUTES

BF: I think when you are that stuck, you are officially allowed to take a peak at a guide

Q: THANKS

bleh i hate using them but it has been NEARLY AN HOR

HOUR

BF: This one is weirdly tricky for a Tutorial case!

Q: at first I was like "Well it's a tutorial case but all of them get harder with each game" and then i remembered this came out years later and is kinda like a rebootish thing and is kinda for new players and it's dumb how hard this is

Q: looked at the guide for a second for the very specific thing: I feel stupid >:(

Q: HOW DID I MISS THAT >:(

STUPID HAT

before you sent a message I was writing something about why i decided i hate evreybody from this game

BF: Hahahaha it’s okay. I can’t count the number of times these games have made me feel that way

Q: ...stupid...stupid game making me look stupid... stupid...

BF just UGHHH THIS IS SO EASY NOW THAT I KNOW

Calm down, breath

Q: I LOOKED OVER ALL OF THE PHOTOS ALREADY HOW DID I MISS IT

okay one moment

BF: It’s not always easy to work out what kind of logic the game wants you to follow

BF: It’s got nothing to do with how smart you are

In that regard, it’s like an older style adventure game

Q: alright...

I forgave him and only him he's the only one who did nothing wrong

Gavin you are the worst of everybody in this room and saying that makes me feel better

now stop being mean to phoenix even if he is lying

Q: yesss phoenix is being useful. Tell me about this conversation

Q: NOW I REMEMBER WHY THAT GAVIN GUY LOOKS SLIGHTLY FAMILIAR

(Edit: In reference to this comic)

Q: At least i think that was him in that comic... i dunno I think that is where i remember him slightly from

oh no i saw a stupid comic how could i get so many spoilers oh nooooo

Q: hi top hat girl! I forgive your existence!

is the card this girl gave me a 5 of hearts

nope it's an ace with blood on it! Thank you girl! Also i forgive your existence because I'm pretty sure i remember you were adopted

I’Q: I'm revealing all of the spoilers I know at first so that i don't feel like m hiding them later

like for example: Godot having poor vision. I felt guilty hiding it. so i'm not going to hide probably spoilers I know with this game

BF: Hahaha that was him!

Q: yaaaay

Q: I think the first thing that made me not like him though when u started playing is that he was smiling and didn't seem to change his expression... like everybody else did and he was just kinda sitting there being the same and giving me tips and i have never liked that from this game... for some reason...

Q: Gavin that testimony is full of crap

BF: Kristoph and his ^_^ haha

Q: STOP SMILING AND BEING QUIETISH AND GIVING APOLLO TIPS YOU FREAK ME OUT IT'S LIKE I HIT YOU WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER AND YOU FALL DOWN AND THEN YOU GET UP AND SMILE AND PUSH YOUR GLASSES UP AND SAY SOMETHING THAT SOUNDS SMART BUT IS FULL OF LIES

I have trust issues in this game apparently

BF: I will say this; Kris, for all that he’s meant to be this totally cool under pressure Attorney (aka Coolest Defense in the West...pffft...thanks for that, game...) he is remarkably bad about self incriminating

For NO GOOD REASON

:BF I mean, you have to catch him out SOMEHOW but the information that he just VOLUNTEERS

Q: ack. Gavin whyyyy

Q: phoenix is being great. I'm close to forgiving him.

Q: You can argue that this trial is more Kristoph v Phoenix than anything else

Q: Apollo is a newb and this is extremely hard for a tutorial. Why not let him take over some of it?

BF: Lol true

Poor Apollo haha

Q: SORRY YOU COULDN'T HAVE IT EASY BUT YOU'VE BEEN CURSED WITH MAIN CHARACTER OF THE FOURTH ACE ATTORNEY GAME.

Q: I'm not used to this game letting me do this much... like swivel a chair around.

it's like... animated.... I am not used to that

Q: It's a cupboard not a wall you can stand in them if you wanted to

or wasn't there! Smart boy :D

Q: SO THE WINDOW WOULD BE COVERED UP

Q: SECRET PASSAGE of course

Q: Mr Gavin stop it i just pretty much won and you wanna be like "oh nah im super cool not like this effects me in any way because I totally have been hiding something too"

"that would TOTALLY shatter your theory!"

Phoenix: Don't let him trick you into thinking his explanation is the only legitimate one AS I SAID THEIR ARE OTHER TOTALLY SENSIBLE THEORIES

Q: Kris (because i stopped calling him my his last name): So this is the legendary attorney's famed tactic of misdirection...

see this is what people say when i am winning

Phoenix: Say apollo, maybe you should examine the bottle maybe you'll find a very specific card in there

Q: ANGRY GAVIN USES LEVITATION

Q: window payne nobody cares just accept it and move on

Judge: Seven years and you still haven't lost your touch that's nice can he have his badge back?

Phoenix: The second is a man who would tolerate no injectice so you decided on a guy with justice for a last name

CONFETTI FOR PHOENIX WOOO

BF: hhahaaha

at the risk of spoiling something, I'd like you to know that you haven't seen Kristoph's FULL breakdown.

Yet. >:D

Phoenix: How about you come and work for me YESSSS BACK IN WRIGHT AND CO LAW OFFICES WHERE I BELONG --- I figured!

BF: and yeah, it is...useful to think of him by his first name.

You'll see why in a bit.

Q: Oh ya he has a family... i think i remember something about a brother

that's spoilers I won't ask

BF: :3

Q: APOLLO I KNOW YOU ARE MAD BUT DON'T PUNCH PHOENIX HE'S BEEN ASSAULTED ENOUGH ALREADY

Phoenix: oh and about your uppercut... Try yelling, "Take that!" next time. I find it packs a little more punch ^^^ 100% with phoenix on this one

Q: well that was an awful long beginning. Apollo can we investigate more and talk to people this time?

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Nancy Meyers Comes Home Again

It’s that time again. About every few years a new movie by Nancy Meyers comes out and it soon becomes my “all-time favorite movie EVER!!!”

Nancy Meyers at home.

In 1980, when I was a young, single, twenty-six year old, I went to see “Private Benjamin” with my best friend. We spent the entire movie elbowing each other, saying “this movie is so us!!!!” Of course we were never in the armed forces, but, we were Jewish American Princesses and we only wished we could find a gorgeous Frenchman to marry, like Goldie Hawn did in “Private Benjamin.”

Nancy Meyers wrote Private Benjamin with her then husband Charlie Shyer (above.) Since she is about five years older than me, Nancy’s movies often mirrored my own life and yours too, I’m sure. She either wrote, directed or produced Father of the Bride, Baby Boom, The Parent Trap and more. And then came her juggernauts: Something’s Gotta Give, The Holiday, It’s Complicated and The Intern.

The Juggernaut Kitchens

Those last four movies together, as a set, are incredibly perfect. One is better than the next one – it’s impossible to pick a favorite out of the four. Whenever one of those films turns up on cable, it hooks me in and I’ll sit and watch it, yet again.

Nancy Meyers is the voice of a certain age of woman. But there is more. While her scripts are always wonderful, her movies might be more well known for their sets.

Her houses are so well designed and so integral to the movie, it’s obvious that Meyers must be into interior design. Her own house in California was shown in “In Style” and it confirmed that Meyers loves to be surrounded by beauty. In an interview, she said that her mother was an interior designer and growing up she was surrounded by antiques and pretty interiors. It’s that background and basic love of design that makes her movies so attractive to other devotees of interior design.

Nancy’s Pacific Palisade’s charming dining room. Blue & white Bennison fabric, shades of things to come?

The Hamptons beach house in “Something’s Gotta Give” is still considered one of the prettiest movie houses, ever. Thousands of houses were inspired by that movie set.

At that time, it was thought that Nancy could never top that beach house. But, with “The Holiday,” she proved us all wrong:

In “The Holiday,” Meyers showed us not one, but two beauties – a cottage in the English countryside and the Wallace Neff house in the middle of LaLa-land. For her next two movies – “It’s Complicated” and “The Intern,” it seemed like Meyers was toning it down a notch. Was she worried her movie houses were the stars and she wanted to change that perception? The house in “It’s Complicated” was pretty enough but it wasn’t The Hamptons beach house. “The Intern’s” sets were in filmed in Brooklyn and with that movie Meyers went in a completely new direction: it was all industrial millennium chic.

About interior design, Nancy said "It’s my thing. It’s something I like, though I think it overshadows the work a little bit sometimes."

Well, I’m here to say, let it overshadow the work!!!

Enter Mark Sikes. And Reese Witherspoon. Add a sprinkling of Nancy Meyers movie making.

Expect magic!

When uber-designer/blogger Mark Sikes book “Beautiful” came out, the surprise was that Nancy Meyers had written the foreword. She told the story of going shopping with her newly married daughter, Annie, when they were busy furnishing Annie’s new house. They ended up on La Cienega watching a young, handsome man dressing the windows. They noticed he was using some of the same fabrics they had just chosen. That man was design’s superstar Mark Sikes. He walked outside and helped them with their fabric collection and he and Nancy bonded (this“meet-cute” scene needs to be in a movie!)

Sikes was hired to redo Nancy’s house and Nancy hired Mark to help on The Intern’s sets. He even had a cameo part, along with One Kings Lane honcho, Susan Feldman. After the movie shoot was over, One Kings Lane sold the props from The Intern’s set.

Wait a minute. Back up.

Did I just say that Mark Sikes is doing Nancy’s house? Is it in his book?

I don’t think so. I’m not sure he is actually through with the project. But, come on – this is a partnership made in heaven. Imagine Mark Sikes watching “Something’s Gotta Give” for the first time – all those blue and white stripes? Mark must have thought he had died and gone to interior design heaven!! I can’t imagine anyone better than Mark to decorate Nancy’s house.

Nancy showed these two images on Instagram that seem to imply the decor work might still be ongoing.

This past March, Nancy Instagrammed this photo showing what Sikes brought to their meeting. OK. Isn’t this the best idea – having a separate LL Bean bag for each client?!? Monogrammed no less? Why didn’t I ever think of this?!?! Hmmm. Probably because I was too cheap??? lol. Someone left a comment on this Instagram photo reporting that Gil Schafer Architects used the same LL Bean bags for their clients. I feel like such a loser!! Do ALL successful big-time designers use personalized LL Bean bags?!?!?!

P.S. I recognize that rug in her bag!

AND…

Then there was this photo that Nancy Instagrammed:

Here, she posted a classic white paint choice test. So, I’m going to assume Nancy’s newly decorated house by Mark Sikes is not finished and is not in his book….yet. Maybe the next one?

BTW, which white paint sample is your favorite? I vote for the first sample of the bunch.

And then there is Mark and Reese Witherspoon, the fresh faced actress from Tennessee. Reese hired Mark to design her new stores – Draper James - in Nashville and Dallas and Lexington – so far. Mark is also designing her large colonial house in Nashville. The Draper James stores are gorgeous due to Mark’s designs, of course.

Is there anything this man can’t do!???!!

I mean, how darling is this? Glossy navy blue doors with a scalloped blue and white striped awning with a lantern mixed in?

Inside Draper James - Reese Witherspoon’s shop, designed by Mark Sikes. Hmmm. Does this remind you of “Something’s Gotta Give?!?”

Draper James by Mark Sikes.

It’s a triad of blue and white and stripes – Reese and Mark and Nancy.

While Mark is busy designing Reese and Nancy’s houses and businesses, Reese and Nancy are busy making a new movie about an interior designer, newly single.

“Home Again”

Nancy Meyers is the Producer of the film.

The director AND writer is her daughter Hallie Meyers-Shyer.

Hallie and her mother and partner Nancy

“Home Again” stars Reese Witherspoon as a new divorcee and Candace Bergen plays her mother. Three very young men move into Reese’s guest house and hijinks ensue, especially when Reese’s ex husband, Michael Sheen, shows up. Mix in Reese’s two young daughters and a few friends – and it sounds like a great Nancy Meyers movie!

Hallie as the cute, little flower girl in “Father of the Bride” along with her older sister Annie.

Hallie grew up on her parents movie sets. She had cameos and small parts in many of their films but this is her first big splash and the pressure on her to succeed must be intense. It looks like Nancy was a very involved producer – on the set every day. But who can blame her? She must feel terrible anxiety as a mother, wanting her daughter to be successful in the field that she has soared in.

Nancy with Hallie in their kitchen, shown in InStyle Magazine.

Hallie is young. Very young to be directing a major motion picture. But, making a movie is a formula and Hallie seems to have it down pat. It must be in her superior genes (how lucky is she to have such a cool mother?)

The trailers for “Home Again” look adorable, the movie looks funny and sweet, and beautiful – exactly like a Nancy Meyer movie should be, even if it really isn’t Nancy’s.

Let’s face it. I’m rooting for Hallie BIG TIME. And I bet all of Hollywood is too. Nancy is very well liked in a town that finds fault with everyone and I can’t imagine anyone not wanting this movie to be successful. I want this to be the start of a new dynasty like the Barrymores and I’m hoping that one day soon, people will be saying “Nancy who? Oh, you mean Hallie’s mom?”

OK. Enough of all that.

What about THE house?

I have a big scoop about THE house. A BIG scoop!

But first….

Why DOES Nancy care so much about the décor of her sets?

She said: "If you’ve spent a chunk of your life writing a character and someone puts them in the wrong clothes or in a bed with sheets you know she would never own … it’s like somebody has added dialogue into the scene. Sometimes you pick up more from what you’re seeing than hearing.”

Oh, is that it?

On the studio lot, Nancy, Reese and Hallie – looking too adorable in their Mark Sikes inspired blue & white stripes and jeans!!! Seriously, which one is the movie star here? Do YOU have your blue and white striped shirt yet?

Go: HERE

And while Nancy’s movie houses are all so beautiful, what many people don’t realize is that it’s all a façade. The famous movie houses are not all that they seemed.

For instance….

The fabulous dining room from Something’s Gotta Give. Those slips were to die for. I had a client who called me from the movie and said – “I want my house to look exactly like this movie I just saw. Especially my dining room.” I asked her what movie she had seen. It was the opening weekend of the film and I had never heard of it.”

Movie Magic: Here is what the dining room really looked like – on a sound stage. The circular tract allowed the camera to move effortlessly around the table.

While the houses looked so real in the movies, they were just a façade. The Something’s Gotta Give Hampton’s house was located in the Hamptons, but all the interiors were filmed on a sound stage far away from the Hamptons. Nancy has said that she looked at over 50 houses in the Hamptons trying to find one where she could film the interiors, but no one would give them their permission – so she built the house on a sound stage.

All the interior sets were filmed on a sound stage, including its courtyard where they built the swimming pool. Meyers said that crew and visitors used to want to hang out at the swimming pool.

The Holiday featured not one, but two of the best movie houses ever. The charming and tiny English cottage was actually built in a field just for the movie. All the interiors were built on a separate sound stage. The Los Angeles house was an original Wallace Neff house in L.A. , while the interiors were, again, built on a sound stage.

Here the English cottage is being built – it took only two weeks to erect the façade.

The “stone” wall around the house was also built for the movie. I wonder if the house still stands today?

Photos thanks to: Hooked on Houses HERE.

For the movie “It’s Complicated,” the exterior was a charming house in Thousand Oaks but the beautiful flower/vegetable garden was created just for the movie, and all the interiors were built on a sound stage.

The entire front façade of the house was recreated on a sound stage in New York. You can see the trees on the right were actually a mural. This seems such a huge expense that only a mega hit like a Nancy Meyers movie could afford.

The Intern was filmed in Brooklyn – in a townhouse (!) where people truly lived; the loft office was created on at Brooklyn stage.

Which brings us to today’s topic, “Home Again.”

I would assume that filming on a sound stage can get very expensive. You have to build a house – that can’t be cheap. Is it less expensive to film the interiors and exteriors at the same location instead of having an actual, real façade and a separate sound stage set for the interiors?

While Nancy is a well-seasoned and proven movie-maker, Hallie is new to the game and “Home Again” is her first movie. Would the studio give Hallie as much money to spend on sets as they would if Nancy was also the director/writer and not just the producer? I don’t know the answer. But, I assume budgetary concerns were an issue, as they always are with films.

Judging by the trailers, the sets do look like as expensive as a Nancy Meyers movie. They even hired A list stars for the top three roles: Reese Witherspoon, Michael Sheen, and Candace Bergen.

In an ironical twist, Reese was originally set to star in “The Intern,” a role that eventually went to Anne Hathaway instead, which freed up Reese to star in “Home Again.”

Even the poster says – “first class.” Just recently released, the movie’s poster is all pink and red, shades taken directly from the color palette mood board created for the movie. Reese wears this red dress in an important scene in the movie. I love the poster!!!

Reese’s role was originally to be played by Rose Byrne. She is a great comedic actress too, but I think Reese looks perfect for the part.

Here is the mood board created for the movie’s color palette. It shows the colors and decorative style for “Home Again.” Notice the blue and white tiles. You will see those again – AND also notice the bedroom. That, too, shows up again, later.

Production Design: Ellen Brill

Art Direction: Brianna Gorton

Set Decoration: Nicole Cates

This photo is from the set – the family room where Reese/Alice has an office.

Can you guess her profession?

Notice the cute curtains and chair.

And from the movie, Alice hard at work.

Yes, she looks like an interior designer working on her board!!!

OMG – now I REALLY can’t wait to see the movie!!!!!

A Nancy Meyers moving starring an Interior Designer!!!!!

And here, Alice leaves her house holding what appears to be a mood board created for her interior design client. Seriously y’all. I’m about to burst!!!

A Nancy Meyers’ movie about an interior designer!!!!!

The House

The house where Reese/Alice lives is very reminiscent of the “It’s Complicated” house – a one story, Spanish styled, stucco vision. In fact, at first glance you might even think it was the same house...

But it’s not.

Here is the “It’s Complicated” house where Meryl Streep lived. Nancy altered the façade by adding new landscape to soften if up. Read my story about the actual house in “It’s Complicated” HERE.

And here is the house where “Home Again” was filmed. It has the same Spanish Californian look that the “It’s Complicated” house had. Look how pretty this house is. It is actually much prettier than the “It’s Complicated” house.

And, this house has a much more important pedigree.

It is significant that the interiors for “Home Again” were filmed in the house itself, as opposed to on a sound stage. It will be interesting to see if the feel of the movie will be more realistic because of that – or will it not matter?

So far, two trailers for “Home Again” have been released, along with a host of Instagram photos.

Here’s another view. Past the gravel driveway is the courtyard with a fountain.

Here is the gravel driveway that leads up to the courtyard. The crew is getting set for the day’s filming, so they put down plywood to make it easier to move equipment on the gravel drive (I suppose!)

Here’s an aerial view of the house. A gate closes off the driveway to the street, while a stucco wall completely encloses the entire property. Past the gravel driveway is the courtyard and to the right is the sweeping front lawn that leads up to the house with its tall chimney. At the left rear, there is an outdoor fireplace and terrace and along the back is the swimming pool.

Now, what every photo doesn’t show is the guest house – which drove me a little crazy trying to find it. But I finally found it!!

There! The same view, just larger. The guest house is right off the street, on the front lawn facing the main house where the tall white chimney is.

The view from the back of the estate, which is over an acre. Each garden is separated from the others which make them all very private. In this view, you again can’t see the guest house. The master bedroom is where the tall white chimney is. The guest house is across the front lawn and faces the house where the master bedroom is. To the right of this photo, where the white umbrella is, is the kitchen/family room terrace with its own outside fireplace. And in the middle of this photo is the large living room terrace that shares the space with the guest room.

Here is the same view from the back that shows the guest house, which is right next to the street. It shares the front lawn with the master bedroom.

Why is the guest house so important?

Because, the entire premise of the movie revolves around the guest house. In “Home Again,” Reese aka Alice turns 40 and has just moved to L.A., newly divorced with 2 daughters. She meets three young filmmakers who end up living in her guest house while they work on their movie.

So, Nancy and Hallie had to find a house to film in which also had a guest house. That detail must have made the search all that much harder, but it looks like they chose a great house!

This aerial view shows the gravel driveway with the white stucco wall with a wood gate that separates the front driveway from the yard. And again, the guest house is cut off in the photograph. But it is at the very right of this photo, on the front lawn.

OK. NOW.

Does the house look familiar to you at all?

The house was on the market a few years ago and by sheer luck, we have the real estate photos. Here is the view from the gravel driveway leading up to the courtyard and house.

You can see that on the right, the white stucco wall is now covered by ivy.

Real Estate: photos of the house before it became the set of “Home Again”

“HOME AGAIN:” Notice the pretty lantern high in the tree and the fruit on the trees!! Isn’t this charming?!?! The movie was filmed in winter, but this California and it is always blooming.

During filming, the courtyard fountain was dressed up with lily pads and flowering plants and everyone posed around for Instagram.

From the movie’s trailer – Reese takes a call out in the courtyard. From the trailer, it looks like a lot of the action takes place outside the house – by the fireplace terrace, the courtyard, and the pool. Inside, a lot of action takes place in the kitchen and dining room.

In the courtyard, during filming: the producer Nancy Meyers with the director/writer, her daughter Hallie Meyers-Shyer. The cutest! Notice the winter coats.

REAL ESTATE: The walkway from the driveway to the main house.

Reese with Nancy and Hallie and two of the younger men who star in the movie. The two little girls play Alice’s daughters. The gentleman on the right is the cinematographer – the highly respected Dean Cundey. Dean was nominated for an Oscar for “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” and he won two Baftas for Roger Rabbit AND “Apollo 13.”

Dean also has worked with Nancy before - on The Holiday, The Parent Trap, and What Women Want!!

So, what’s my scoop?

Does the house look familiar to any of you?

Remember this décor book?

“Elements of Style” by Diane Doreen Saeks – the book showcased the work of Michael S. Smith, the decorator of the Obamas. Sigh.

This book was written some years ago, in 2005, and it featured a house owned by Cindy Crawford and her husband Rande Gerber, which Michael had decorated. That house is the same one in “Home Again.” Additionally, Elle Décor did a story on the house.

Cindy Crawford, one of the original owners of the house in “Home Again” standing in the front courtyard, surrounded by mounds of lavender!! I wonder what happened to all the lavender?

But Cindy isn’t the only celebrity to have lived here.

Right after Cindy and Rande moved out, Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner moved in. Shown here in 2005 – around the time they moved in. The couple later moved into the famous Cliff May ranch house that Brian Grazer once owned. Look how happy and in love the now divorced couple once were.

The house where “Home Again” was filmed is only 3,850 sq. ft. It’s original to Brentwood – built in 1929. It has 5 bedrooms and 5.5 bathrooms and 14 rooms in total. In 1936, the house was renovated.

Also, Cindy Crawford added on a new kitchen and the fireplace/terrace outside the kitchen.

After filming was completed 3 building permits were issued for the house:

1. Convert garage to habitable and build a carport. (I wonder where?)

2. Add: 1,152 sf of new living quarters and deck (Again, I wonder WHERE?)

3. General remodeling.

I’d love to see the finish project!!

On the one acre property, the house is surrounded by groves of olive trees, many of which were planted under Cindy’s direction.

Perhaps the new 1,152 new sq. footage will be added onto the front lawn?

THE KITCHEN/FAMILY ROOM GARDEN:

2002: The prettiest aspect of the house is all of its private gardens. Here is the outside fireplace with terrace as it looked in Elle Décor when Cindy Crawford lived there. This is what Cindy and Rande built.

REAL ESTATE: And here it is when it was sold a few years ago.

HOME AGAIN: How the house was found, before it was decorated for the movie.

HOME AGAIN: The décor for the movie is starting to come together. Outdoor table and chairs, umbrella, pillows and votives were added.

HOME AGAIN: A dinner party on the terrace off the family room.

Notice the blue and white vases with red and pink roses – just as was presented on the color palette-mood board. Shades of the Something’s Gotta Give infamous dinner! This looks like a great scene!!

HOME AGAIN: Reese/Alice at her dinner party.

HOME AGAIN: Filming at night on the kitchen terrace.

And turning night into day. Or vice – versa?!!

HOME AGAIN: The three young filmmakers are living in Alice’s guest house. They obviously grow very close to the two little girls.

Reese as Alice Kinney

Michael Sheen plays her husband

Pico Alexander – next to Sheen – plays Reese’s handsome love interest, in his 20s. Hey – it’s good enough for the President of France!!!

Pico is going to be the breakout star of the movie. He is GORGEOUS!!!

THE SWIMMING POOL GARDEN:

Real Estate Photos. The living room overlooks the swimming pool and there is another stone terrace off the living room and guest bedroom.

I hate to say this but the neighbor’s roof looks so unattractive next to Cindy’s beautiful Spanish tiles. Thankfully there is the tall stucco fence that separates the properties, along with lots of lush landscaping.

2002: Elle Magazine, Cindy Crawford’s swimming pool. The scalloped umbrella is darling! The colors in this styling for the magazine are the exact same ones used in the film – reds, pinks, and blues.

Real Estate Photos. A view of the living room window and the swimming pool.

Real Estate photos of the pool.

“HOME AGAIN” A view of the pool set for the movie. Notice the large olive jars in the background and the lantern. At least the swing set is gone…I think!

HOME AGAIN. From inside the living room, showing the pink daybed – looking out the window to the swimming pool.

The pink repeats the color palette-mood board for the design of the film.

THE LIVING ROOM/GUEST BEDROOM TERRACE:

Real Estate: Photos from the living room/guest bedroom terrace overlooking the swimming pool.

Real Estate: Photo from the living room/guest bedroom – overlooking the terrace.

THE FRONT LAWN GARDEN:

And we are now back to the front of the house – with the master bedroom terrace looking over the front lawn. Steps lead from the terrace down to the lawn. You can barely see the blue from the spa at the left of the terrace. I do wonder if this bedroom was added on to the house at some later date – its stone roof looks a little newer. And of course you can’t see the guest house in this photo. But it’s at the end of the front lawn.

BEFORE: From Elle Décor & Elements of Style: Cindy Crawford’s master bedroom leading down to the front lawn. The hidden spa is off to the left of the terrace. Beautiful. In an interview, Cindy said she loved driving up to the house, closing the gates and feeling like she was in a European countryside. Eventually, she and her family moved completely to Malibu.

HOME AGAIN: Yoga classes on the front lawn, off the terrace. Large rattan chairs were used to decorate the terrace.

REAL ESTATE PHOTOS: Here is the guest house with its arches and terrace. It leads to the front lawn and faces the master bedroom. The swing set is between the guest house and the master bedroom for some odd reason. It’s probably been removed now. I hope!!

HOME AGAIN: Night-time outdoor movies shown by the guest house.

The bright blankets pick up the mood board color palette’s orange and pink and blues.

HOME AGAIN: Nancy relaxes on the outside “set.”

HOME AGAIN. Uh-oh. Who’s waiting at home on the gravel courtyard? The ex-husband!!

Ready to go inside the house?

THE ENTRY:

2002: Cindy Crawford. The front door with the peep-door and beautiful Spanish tile floor. That lantern is still in the house today. Notice the air grate. So beautiful! What a pretty entry.

HOME AGAIN. The front entry with the same paneled door. Decorative baskets hang on the wall instead of an antique mirror like Cindy had.

THE LIVING ROOM:

2002: Cindy Crawford decorated by Michael S. Smith. The sofas are covered in Bennison. The large window overlooks the pool, the doors on the right open to the terrace. The family room is to the left, on the other side of the fireplace.

I love the way Smith decorated the house, but this is my least favorite room of the lot for some reason. I’ve never cared that much for what he did here, but the other rooms are wonderful.

Maybe it’s those leather chairs I don’t care for?

The cover of the Elle Décor from 2002. Do you remember this story? The living room looks prettier in this photo.

2002: Cindy Crawford. Tramp art mirror over the fireplace.

Here the family posed in their living room. Cindy actually gave birth to both her children at home, right here in this very house!!! Presley is absolutely gorgeous and her daughter is now her doppelganger!!

REAL ESTATE: The wood ceiling is now painted stark white as are all the beams. These curtains remain in the house today.

HOME AGAIN: The curtains are from the previous owners. They used simple slip covered furniture with seagrass and a pink rug layered over it. At the window is a Moroccan rug and the hottest item of the year – the rattan day bed.

Candace Bergen!! I can’t wait to see her!!!!

Candace dressed in soft pinks from the color palette mood board. Doesn’t she look wonderful?!?!

THE daybed. No sitting allowed except for during filming.

This daybed at Serena and Lily is the must-have décor item of the year. Of course it would be in a Nancy Meyers movie! HERE.

The pinks pick up the color from the mood board. Darling pillows.

I’m sure they will take professional photographs of the rooms, neatly styled for all the magazines, web sites and blogs. Speaking of blogs, Nancy told Elle Decor that her favorite decor blogs are Habitually Chic, Remodelista and Belgian Pearls!

Oh, to be named on that list!!!

The movie is due out Labor Day weekend, so it’s still a few months away for all the PR press.

Movie props! That clock is darling!!

THE FAMILY ROOM:

2002: Cowtan and Tout fabric on the sofa with Brunschwig and Fils on the shades. Stone floors. This room is on the opposite side of the living room. I love the décor in the family room – this is so classic Michael S. Smith.

HOME AGAIN: The Family Room. I love the curtains used on this set.

Alice talks with her ex-husband played by Michael Sheen. Alice doesn’t look too thrilled her husband is back. And I just noticed he has a band-aid on his forehead! He gets in a fight with one of the three young men!

The door leading to the kitchen is off the front courtyard. The little one’s cute face!!

The door to the kitchen is right next to the dining room. The sconces are from Cindy’s day.

One note. These iron framed doors/window are so “on trend” today. But, these have been used in older houses forever. Remember, this house was built in 1929!! I would paint them black though – I’m not crazy about the rust colored paint.

Another view of the kitchen next to the dining room. The wooden double doors leading into the dining room are Spanish.

THE DINING ROOM:

2002: The original Michael S. Smith décor for the dining room as seen in Elle Décor and Elements of Style. I absolutely love this room as Smith designed it. He used Bennison’s Dragon Flower fabric for the curtains. And notice the classic chandelier that Smith chose for Cindy, it is still in the house today.

Through the opening is the breakfast room.

REAL ESTATE: The dining room today. You can see the wood Spanish double doors leading to the kitchen. To the right is the breakfast room. And notice Cindy’s chandelier and sconces remain today.

HOME AGAIN: The view from the courtyard walkway, looking into the dining room and through to the breakfast room beyond it.

THE KITCHEN:

2002: Cindy Crawford’s kitchen as seen in the Elements of Style and Elle Décor. Cindy and her husband Rande added on the kitchen and the outside fireplace. I’m sure a new kitchen was needed since the house was built in the 1920s. Today, the kitchen is painted white, not cream. AND, it looks like there are new blue and white tiles in the movie. Not sure if they are permanent or if it’s slight of hand. Cindy’s open cabinets were later closed in by a former owner.

REAL ESTATE: It looks like the only change was the kitchen was painted white and a new textured shade was added. Across from the kitchen is the dining area with the wonderful light fixture placed by Michael Smith for Cindy.

HOME AGAIN: The main change is the new blue and white tiles that are much more vibrant than the previous ones. Also, there are new Mark Sikes-type of blue and white striped linen shades at the windows.

Maybe the darker blue and white shows up better on film than the mostly white tile with some blue that was there before.

The view of the new blue and white striped linen shades. In the adjoining room – the cute breakfast room, it looks like the original shades were retained.

The gang congregates around the kitchen island.

Food for filming.

The dining room looking into the kitchen – the blue and white china matches that on the color palette mood board. And, I love how Michael Sheen is wearing a blue and white striped shirt ala Mark Sikes.

Notice how the art on the wall really matches the mood board with its orange and pink stripes – it all coordinated.

The other side of the dining room, with the painted cabinet.

I have to say that I do prefer Michael S. Smith’s décor in this room. It seems more fitting with the house’s architecture:

I know the table and chairs used in the movie are “on trend” – I just prefer a more traditional approach like these antique French chairs and table. I think Michael Smith’s décor here is so classic and will be beautiful for the ages.

By the way, the small breakfast room is really cute, but there aren’t many photos of it!! There is a marble top table, like a Saarinen, along with a linen striped fabric, a banquette, and rattan chairs. Here’s a peek at it:

It looks like a Saarinen table with rattan chairs and striped cushions.

And past the kitchen – is this tiny peek into the breakfast room – it shows a banquette with linen fabric and rattan chair(s.) I think! It’s hard to tell.

And one more tiny peek at the breakfast room from the dining room – I wish we could see more! Oh well, September will be here soon enough.

The Master Bedroom:

In 2002: In Elle Décor and Elements of Style. The master bedroom with a beautiful raised ceiling and a hanging Moroccan styled lantern. The gorgeous antique screen is a focal point. On the bed is a suzani, once the textile du jour for Michael Smith. Two French doors flank the fireplace, which lead to a terrace and the front lawn.

OK.

This reminds me of why we all have loved Michael S. Smith so much over all these years. I love how he thought to put a screen against the long wall! I love that lantern and wonder if it is still there now? We might have to wait for the movie to find out.

Real Estate: The master bedroom today. Looks a bit different! Not nearly as pretty as when Cindy lived there! The two French doors lead out to the terrace and the front lawn. At the end of the large lawn you can just barely see the guest house where in the movie Alice puts up the three young filmmakers.

AND…notice there is a door on the left wall. So…THIS is the reason why Michael Smith had the brilliant idea to put the screen there – he was hiding something!! LOL

HOME AGAIN. And here is the bedroom as seen in the movie. There is a sort of foyer into the room as you can see to the right of Reese.

And as the room was decorated for the movie. The colorful headboard follows the color palette mood board. In fact, that headboard looks exactly like the one that was shown on the board:

The color palette mood board. Notice the photograph of the bedroom that was source for the movie.

Here is that exact photo:

This photo from a magazine was pinned and then put on the color palette mood board for the movie “Home Again.” It appears the Production Design found a bed very similar to it, but without the canopy.

The master bedroom headboard, which is very similar to the one on the mood board.

And from Instagram, the director Hallie Meyers-Shyer goes over lines with the star, Pico Alexander. I think Pico is going to be a huge heart throb after this movie.

REAL ESTATE: The bathroom is quite attractive with a standing sink and with a marble & paneled wood surround on the tub. A large window opens to the garden. I love the old fashioned medicine chest.

HOME AGAIN: Reese has a crying scene in the bathroom where there is now a shade at the window, but otherwise it looks very much the same.

Here she cries in the medicine chest’s mirror.

The Guest Room:

2002: From Elle Décor and Elements of Style. The guest room is quite fantastic with a canopy bed, Oriental rug, antique chair, chest, and porcelain lamp. Another suzani is placed on the bed. Beautiful and classic Michael Smith. This door opens to the back terrace that it shares with the living room. Beautiful, full, striped curtains – classic Michael S. Smith.

Another photo from the guest room shows the opposite side of the room, with a desk and antique mirror.

REAL ESTATE: This shows the guest room and how it shares the same terrace with the living room and the swimming pool beyond it.

SECOND GUEST ROOM:

REAL ESTATE: This photo shows the second guest room.

HOME AGAIN: And here is the second guest room used for the younger daughter’s bedroom. It looks like they didn’t even have to repaint the room.

THE GUEST HOUSE:

REAL ESTATE: As mentioned before, the guest house is located at the front of the property, right off the street. It faces the front lawn and the master bedroom. Here is how it looked when the real estate photos were taken a few years ago.

HOME AGAIN: And here it is, shown during a movie night. So cute!

HOME AGAIN: Inside, the guest room is furnished in creams and white with touches of deep blue. I only see one bed, not sure where all three slept? It looks like there is either a laundry room or kitchenette included in the guest house.

I guess the three boys are happy just to have a place to stay!

Here they have a fight over Alice – you can see the terrace that overlooks the front lawn.

In this scene, it looks like perhaps Alice Kinney was once in a movie. You can see the actor’s chair with the name Kinney written on it. And there is a poster for a movie “Lola In Between” which Hallie Meyers-Shyer actually wrote the screenplay for when she was still in high school. It looks like she resurrected that screenplay to be a part of this, her first motion picture. Since the boys are filmmakers, is Alice sharing her cache of film reels and scripts with them? Notice the actress starring in “Lola in Between” is Lillian Stewart. Candace’s name in “Home Again” is Lillian Stewart, so there is some connection between Lillian and Alice and movies and the three boys.

There also seems to be another sub plot involving Alice’s oldest daughter acting in a play and the boys coaching her?

Who knows? It’s hard to tell an entire script from a 2 minute trailer, but I tried.

All I know is I can’t wait to see Home Again!!

And finally:

For everything you need to know about the “Home Again,” go HERE.

My friend Linda Merrill has a story on her blog about “Home Again” if you want to read more! HERE.

AND…..

Since Hallie, Nancy and Reese are all connected to Mark Sikes with his love of blue and white stripes..

here are a few things I found that can give you that fresh blue and white look:

LOVE THIS CHAIR! It comes in a lot of different fabrics, but the check is fabulous!!! HERE

Have a white Slipcovered sofa? Add some blue & white striped pillows for an immediate change HERE.

Bar cart: HERE

OK, how cute is this??? Blue & white striped headboard. HERE

Great bench HERE.

Bench – so cute in red & white check. I love to mix in red or pink with the blues. HERE

How about just a touch of Mark? Cutest dog bed!! HERE

And magazine bins, plant boxes, whatever you need: HERE

and finally, this throw, which can be used to place over a sofa back cushion, be used on a bed, tossed over a chair, cover a table – any way you want to bring stripes to the décor. Plus there are many different colors and patterns. HERE.

See you at the movies!

from COTE DE TEXAS http://cotedetexas.blogspot.com/2017/07/nancy-meyers-comes-home-again.html

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