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kitscutie · 5 months

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snow and roses: part II (coriolanus snow x fem!reader)

pairing: coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: none except the nature of the Hunger Games franchise! later on in the series there will be hints to dark!coriolanus snow and lots of angst so be prepared!

summary: you and coriolanus have been dating in secret for months, all it takes is one songbird for everything to come into the light.

a/n: part two is here! hope you enjoy, remember requests are open and there are more parts to come :) p.s - all of the love on part one means the world!

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Over the past eighteen years you couldn't picture a single day you and Coriolanus hadn't spent together. Birthdays, school days, even throughout the war, you spent time together.

Today was different. He hadn't met you this morning and you couldn't help but miss his presence. His character enveloped a room, always making it clear he was there without really having to say a word. You found it comforting, others found it threatening.

The Tributes arrived early this morning and it was something you had dreaded, very soon you would actually have to meet Wovey. Mentor her, care for her, and it riddled you with guilt knowing that it was all a challenge. Her life was a challenge to you.

Coryo's presence could've softened that burden and yet, he wasn't here. No warning no explanation he just didn't show.

"Where's Snow?" Asked Arachne as you all stood outside your classroom at the Academy, preparing for yet another lecture from Casca.

"I wouldn't know." You shrugged, secretly seething at your boyfriends disregard to tell you where he was going before he disappeared.

"Oh please. You two are practically attached at the hip." Scoffed Festus. Fixing his hair in a small compact mirror which he carried around in his bag.

"I heard he's with his songbird." Mock sang Felix. Knowing it would most likely piss you off to the high heavens.

"And where did you hear that, Felix?" You asked, tilting your head in questions, eyebrows furrowed. While Felix was a tease he was not a liar.

"Lucky's newest interview. He was in the zoo with the tributes, I mean it was almost comedic. But, I've got to say the most interesting part was when they held hands." He said. You couldn't hide the anger on your face no matter how hard you tried and it was only made worse when you spotted Sejanus' sympathetic glance from over his shoulder.

"Well, he is very motivated to win the Prize I suppose." You murmured, now embarrassed, even if they weren't aware he was your boyfriend he was supposed to be your closest ally and here he was prancing around with his new decoration.

Much to your pleasure the large wooden door swung open, everybody filing into the room and taking their assigned seats, the one next to yours empty.

His seat.

Finally, minutes later he entered looking rather sheepish. If he was ashamed you were glad, he should be.

"Your little excursion is in violation of about five Academy rules Mr Snow." Spoke Casca. Deep down you were pleased that he had broken rules, pleading in your mind that this would prevent any further ventures. "Amongst them, endangering a Capitol student."

"Who?" He asked, stopping in his tracks as though he was insulted by the accusation.

"You. I'm moving for the Game makers to disqualify you as a mentor immediately." Casca answered. Guiltily you were happy, you just hoped your face didn't show it as Coriolanus sat down next to you.

"You said that we had to get our tributes to perform, not that we had to stay away." He said leaning against the banister of your seats.

"I don't believe holding their hands was in that agreement." You snarled from behind him and you immediately regretted it as he turned to you, hurt that you weren't defending him.

"Right you are Miss L/N." Casca replied.

"Holding her hand, introducing her to people. You make it look as if were one in the same as those animas." Arachne added. You didn't agree with that, they were very much the same as us but his effort to care for her wounded you internally.

"Coriolanus didn't show those people anything they didn't already know. That the tributes are human beings. Just like us. That's why nobody wants to watch the Games, because people know deep down, that winning a war ten years ago doesn't justify starving peoples children." Sejanus added, yet you couldn't help but feel like Coriolanus didn't truly agree, he just wanted to be let loose for his wrong doings.

"Snow fell. Down in the cage, it fell down in the cage but it landed-" Doctor Gaul appeared, frightening you and many others. She had an atmosphere similar to Coriolanus, threatening and brazen. Maybe that should've scared you more than any District Twelve girl, yet it didn't.

"On stage." Snow finished her riddle without hesitation.

"You're good at games. Maybe one day you'll be a Game maker like me." She grinned evilly. You didn't miss Coriolanus' smile when hearing this and something deep within you stirred.

"Only if the games continue at all." Casca replied.

"Oh they'll continue, with performances like young Mr Snow in that zoo. In fact I came to ask your star Mentor a question. What are the Hunger Games for?" She said confidently.

"They're to punish the Districts for their uprising. To commemorate the end of the war." Coriolanus answered thou hit felt scripted and to some extent it was. That very answer was drilled into your heads from the moment you entered the Academy.

Sejanus began to discredit the Games, calling them what they are. Cruel. Doctor Gaul didn't like that.

"Perhaps the Capitol students are ill suited to be mentoring tributes, perhaps the Games time has passed." Casca said and something about it told you he was on Sejanus' side, that he didn't agree with the very games he created.

"Dean Highbottom is wrong. My classmates too. Maybe Sejanus is onto something, maybe we should be viewing those tributes as human beings." Coriolanus spoke and you tugged at his shirt for him to sit down, to stop defending this inhumane act but he slapped your hand away. "I mean you saw those kids in the zoo, they just wanted to get to know Lucy Gray. If we need people to watch we should be letting them get closer to the tributes before the games. Make the stakes personal." You felt embarrassed by his every word. Embarrassed by his obsession with Lucy Gray and embarrassed that he believed in these games.

"Who will watch the games if they care what happens to the tributes?" Asked Doctor Gaul and even to you, the answer was obvious. Everyone.

"Everyone." Answered Snow, predictable. "If they thought the tribute they cared about had a chance of winning, people need someone to root for and against. We need them to invest. If we bend a few Capitol laws, we could even have them place bets." He continued his proposal.

"You forget you're talking about real people Coriolanus, not just characters in your wider game." You said, eyes cold as he once again turned to you seeming betrayed, you no longer cared.

"Look I know Lucy Gray may not win in the arena but if you give her a chance, I would bet the Plinth Prize that she can win peoples attention." He ignored you, instead once again talking about Lucy. You felt sick by his obsession, betrayed. How long had you been the one to care for him, to root for him and here he was digging a dagger in your heart.

"I would like you to write up a proposal of these thoughts tonight Mr Snow." Doctor Gaul stated. "Perhaps your classmate can help you?" She smirked towards you in question.

You shook your head while keeping your eyes trained on the front of the room, you refused to be apart of his play for Lucy Gray's victory.

You sat alone at lunch, thinking. What was going on between him and that girl and why was he suddenly the Games biggest supporter. You understood the Plinth Prize meant a lot to him. That it would open doors but this was a step too far.

"Y/N, a pleasure." A voice you knew all too well said as it took the seat across from you.

"Coriolanus." You answered bluntly before taking another bite of your sandwich. He could tell something was off from the moment you used his full name, usually calling him Coryo.

"What was that little show back there, hm?" He asked, blue eyes a weapon as he glared at you. Something you had never been on the receiving end of before.

"I could ask you the same thing." You replied, putting your food down to glare back.

"It's a competition, Y/N. One which could change my life, I know you don't have to worry about winning but this means everything to me. You know that. I know the games are animalistic but they'll go on either way-." He defended though you cut him off.

"That's what you think I'm upset about?" You said, exaggerating the 'that's'.

"It's not?" He asked, now curious.

"I don't know, Coriolanus maybe I'm upset about you being obsessed with Lucy Gray. I mean, she's all you've spoken about since the Reaping, you held her hand! Risked your life for her!" You exclaimed in angry, drawing attention to your table.

"Oh what, so your jealous?" He smirked, clearly amused by your outrage.

"Jealous does little to describe what I am feeling, Snow. This is another level. When will you realise that that girl is using you, just as you are using her. Nothing more nothing less. I however am still here, I have been there for years, for you!" You shouted once more and he grew agitated as the room stared, grabbing your wrist with unnecessary aggression to pull your face down to this.

"Don't make a scene Y/N. You're acting like a little girl." He gritted out through his teeth.

"Fuck you, Coriolanus Snow." You replied equally quiet and with menace laced in your words. You saw his face change, as if the anger once there was replaced by a mask of sympathy. It felt ingenuine.

"Come on, Y/N. You know I love you right? I have for how long now, years." He said with kind eyes.

"Don't kid yourself." You scoffed. Though his face stayed the same his grip on your wrist tightened, leaving pink indentations.

"I love you, Y/N. Okay? Not Lucy Gray. She's my tribute just like you said, nothing more nothing less." He once again reassured, never giving up his hold.

Finally the fire in your heart gave out to him and his stupid Snow charm. It never failed to make you swoon and hearing those three words, ones you gave to each other not very often, you just wished to be in his arms.

"Okay." You retreated.

"Okay and?" He asked.

"I love you too." You answered, relieved when he let your wrist go, you were quick to move it below the table, scared to see what he had done to your wrist.

"Good. Now come on, I'm going to give some food to Lucy Gray, strengthen her, I assume you would like to meet Wovey." He said, getting up from his chair. You didn't want to meet Wovey, not really, scared to look her in the eyes. You did however want to meet his pretty little Songbird.

You walked together, hand in hand towards the zoo. He was back to his caring self after the flash of rage you previously saw. It wasn't the first time that side of him had flashed and you knew it wouldn't be the last but moments like these made it all worth it.

Your relationship was secret, but you felt no need to hide it anymore, now determined to show he was yours. Show everyone.

At first you stuck by his side, even when he spoke to Lucy Gray and you felt yourself flinch as she rushed over.

"That for us?" She asked as he held food out to her. Watching as she gave some to her fellow District Twelve Tribute, Jessup. "And who might this be?" She asked, eyeing up your joint hands.

"Wovey's mentor." He answered, without a second thought. Though when you squeezed his hand, his answer changed. "My girlfriend, I mean. Y/N L/N."

"Well Miss L/N, you sure do have the cream of the crop here with Mr Snow. He's a lovely young man." She smiled at you, you couldn't tell if it was your own paranoia telling you it was ingenuine or if she really didn't feel happy for you.

"Oh, and don't I know it." You smiled back. "You've equally had such luck I must say. He's a fine mentor." You added, patting his chest as you boosted his ego.

"Well, thank you." He said, kissing your forehead. "But uh, could you give me and Lucy Gray a moment, Mentor to Tribute?" He asked and that once burnt out flame of jealousy flickered within you as you left to speak to Wovey. You watched as they now leant against the fence to talk, lips inches away, crouched together.

Wovey was a sweet young girl, grateful as you gave her food and she shared it with Bobbin who she had been sat with, you didn't mind her sharing seeing as some Mentors has made little effort to offer any help.

You patted her shoulder through the fence, promising your support to help her reach the end of the games though it seemed she didn't care about winning and you admired her bravery.

A scream cut said conversation short as you looked to see Arachne's neck being stabbed with a smashed glass bottle. Play stupid games win stupid prizes.

You and Coriolanus both rushed over. Even if she was mean and bitchy she was your friend for the last five years and you had grown fond of the girl.

You whispered reassurances as she cried, placing pressure on her neck until you were literally dragged off of her by Peacekeepers, watching as her final breath left her body.

"No, no, no." You whispered with glassy eyes as her body became smaller and smaller on the ground - until it was too far into the distance to see.

It was clear the games had officially begun, and the tributes were winning.

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barryroyco · 4 months

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okay so in my opinion, if you compare hugh laurie’s performances in each respective plot, house never had feelings for cameron. there is absolutely no romantic tension on his part, and i believe that he played it that way on purpose. because if you watch how he acts in scenes where house is supposed to have tension with cuddy, it’s night and day how different he is. hugh laurie acts with his whole being—face, body, voice, he’s putting his all into every scene. his romantic tension with cuddy was as intentional as his lack of attraction to cameron.

so moving past what we know to be canonical, if we compare house’s chemistry with cameron to house’s chemistry with cuddy and bring in the matter of house’s chemistry with WILSON? the tension he brings to certain scenes? the scenes where maybe there’s a “joke” about them being gay/in love/having sex? in many of those scenes, hugh laurie—who we all know can play the shit out of a comedic beat—chooses to not play it as a joke (best example would be the “you’re sleeping with me” scene and a lot of the amber plot. it could have easily been played for laughs, but hugh laurie played that shit dead serious). i think, based off of what he’s actually said about house and wilson’s love, and how down he was for hilson, he played it that way on purpose. i believe he wanted that for house, or at least wanted to make sure that it would have a solid foundation if they did somehow decide to pursue the plot line. i am so sure that the tension he created in scenes with wilson was intentional. because he matches intensity levels with only cuddy, a little bit of stacy, and wilson throughout the show. there’s no way that’s an accident. hugh laurie is too good for that.

#house md #james wilson #dr house #dr wilson #greg house #hilson #gregory house #house/wilson #hate crimes md #hugh laurie #house x wilson #dr cuddy #cuddy #allison cameron #house/cuddy

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cloudysonder · 3 months

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In Response to Criticism of Loser, Baby

According to the yt comments under prime's upload of Loser, Baby, apparently some folks are taking offense to Husker comforting Angel by telling him he's a loser and to get over it and somehow framing this lovely lovely song as victim blaming??

the media literacy bar really is in hell

I do think the song plays out far better in the context of the show, and isn't really made to be a standalone piece of consumable media, though I will be treating it as such in the coming days by endlessly looping the video

anyway, this is a song that brings comfort and hope to both characters thanks to who each character is and what situation each is in. These are vital pieces of context that are important to understanding the message of the song. It's important to realize one method of comfort is not going to work for every situation-- the particular method in Loser, Baby works because of what the characters are looking for in the moment.

Husk confronts Angel on his self-destructive tendencies, to which Angel responds that drugs, sex, and immediate dopamine hits are his escape, and that, even in the worst case, even if he destroys himself, it'd be better than the situation he's currently in (a suicidal, scary thing to say)

In the previous scenes in the show, we've seen that Angel takes an almost comedic level of pride in his work, eager to drag the gang off to sex dungeons and show them his porn tapes. He delights in how uncomfortable his world makes them and constantly does bits, putting on a character that's hypersexual, that seems like he's in control and wants to be doing the sex work he's doing

This is very clearly an attempt at masquerading a level of power over his life that he doesn't actually have; in reality, he has no choice but to be sexually exploited, but if he acts like he chooses it, it almost feels like he owns his life. Or, really, it almost looks to others that he owns his life. It's all about performance and perception with Angel; he hates the idea of looking like someone who needs saving, hates looking like a victim, and hates being seen as powerless, so he tries to act like he's none of those things. Of course, he can't really lie to himself, so he resolves that inner turmoil (suffering that he completely internalizes because he doesn't want to break his facade) through drugs, sex, alcohol, and even pain as distraction.

Which is why "Loser, Baby," is so fucking wonderful! Husk is telling him, over and over, that he's not fooling anyone, that his little character he's sacrificing so much to play isn't worth it, that Angel's a loser and everyone can tell. If you take his words at face value, it's cruel and unkind and could make things worse--- that is, if this wasn't Husk and he wasn't talking to Angel.

It's freeing. Angel is being told that he doesn't need to do his bullshit performance, that he can be a loser, and that everyone at the hotel's a loser too, so no one's gonna judge him. It's a song about accepting where you are in life, about stopping Angel's denial of reality and refusal of vulnerability.

Most of all, it's a very kind gesture on Husk's part. It wouldn't have worked if Husk hadn't also loudly called himself a loser and opened up about his past mistakes. It's a wonderful song about mutual vulnerability and accepting imperfections and mistakes and accepting that you're in a shitty place so you can finally stop self-destructing and start finding solace in other people also in shitty places.

also it's gay soooooo not too much on my beloved huskerdust

#huskerdust #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel character analysis #hazbin hotel loser baby #loser baby #angel dust #husker #husk

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springsteeen · 6 months

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trying to process the grief for someone who i never knew personally but someone who’s proficient comedic talent impacted my life profoundly. the news of matthew perry’s passing has put a knot in my chest. a feeling i can’t even comprehend. matthew’s performance as chandler bing was my favourite of all time without a doubt. i have seen every episode of friends at least a dozen times, watched it religiously as a child, and even still to this day. much of my personality came from chandler bing. he is the blueprint for sarcastic comedy. this hurts more than i could have ever anticipated. words are not enough to convey my feelings. matthew was not only part of my childhood and my favourite sitcom character; he was a person. a human being who struggled his entire life. he deserved a long, clean life of happiness and love. i’ll always remember that, even while matthew battled addiction while working on friends, everyone who worked on the show said he always showed up to work on time and put on his best performance as chandler because he loved making people laugh, even when he was struggling in his life. rest in peace, matthew. you will live on eternally through your work and the joy you brought to so many of us. thank you. you are so loved.

#matthew perry #chandler bing #friends

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trivanvanile · 19 days

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The absolute vile behaviour of Bobby Dawn, televangelist of Sol. To show up, promising impartiality to the students and immediately punishing students of different faiths.

To take away the accommodations of a student in a specific circumstance, and then punish them for not being the embodiment of his version of success. Cassandra is alive. Kristen knows this. Others know this. She’s just not *here*. Kristen’s powers have returned and she is able to cast and perform miracles in Cassandra’s name. Her god is not dead.

And if he truly cared or desired to understand her situation, he would use any number of high level cleric spells to aid in confirming the survival of Cassandra. Instead, he belittles and shames Kristen for walking away from Helio, calling her arrogant for refusing a path laid out before her.

What’s worse is that I love his southern drawl, and the utter contempt that drips from his voice. Bleem has successfully made a character voice that is usually used in a comedic sense and made a manipulative, scheming Zealot who can destroy a person while sounding as charming as possible.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fhjy #fhjy spoilers

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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Part 2 now up!

Oooh, yes yes I know exactly what I want to write for these lovely Anon prompts! (edit: oh yeah, Aemond popped off in this one...I was expecting to be writing harsh words, and maybe threatening...but nah he uh kills them)

Aemond x wife!reader | crude language | protective Aemond | violence

Moonlight washed over your face, the cool night breeze rustling your skirts as you snuck outside the Keep walls. You knew he waited for you, just below the descending stone steps in front of you, awash in silver light.

You saw a figure in a cloak, hooded and tall, lithe of frame, waiting for you, his hand on the banister as he turned toward the sound of your hurrying feet. "Y/N." Your name on his tongue like honey as your husband extended his arm for you to take. "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost leaving our rooms."

"Aemond." You chided. "That's only happened once, and I had Aegon as my escort, we were both thoroughly in our cups."

"Mmhmm." He guided you swiftly down the remaining stairs, out into the open streets of King's Landing, the Red Keep a looming fortress at your backs. "You were undetected?"

"I had to navigate around some guardsmen, but yes. No one knows we're sneaking off to the fire festival." You looked up at him from under your own hood. "Why are we sneaking, Aemond?"

"Anonymity is half the fun." He mused, squeezing your arm briefly. "I'd rather enjoy the festivities with my lady without peasantry taking notice of our presence."

Firelight up ahead caught your eye. As the two of you strode forward the quiet darkened streets gave way to raucous revelry. Small folk laughing and cheering as fire dancers whirled and spat flame. There was an open pavilion with a makeshift stage whereon actors flounced about in comedic costumes. Bussers carrying platters of drink and food navigated their way through the chattering crowd. The smell of baked goods and sweet delicacies teased your nostrils as you inhaled, sharing a smile with Aemond.

Aemond did not release his grip on you the whole time you indulged in as many festival activities as you could. At all times he had a hand gripping your cloak fabric or tangled his fingers with your own. More often than not, he would watch your face rather than the performances of the acrobats and fire eaters. You would be gazing at them open mouthed in wonder at their skill, then your eyes would flick to Aemond's face, and he would be studying your expression with a soft half-smile upon his curved lips, the firelight reflecting in his lilac eye.

As the night wore on, your feet began to ache despite the support of your leather boots. You were loath to leave, even as the crowd began thinning and the booths of food slowly turned in their wares.

A group of men, huddled together near a mossy stone wall, caught your attention as one of them said Aemond's name in a gruff voice. His fellows erupted into laughter at whatever he'd just said about your husband, and your fists curled into instinctive fists. Aemond's hand at your waist indicated he heard it too, and you glanced up to see he was staring at ground, his lips firmly pressed together as he concentrated on overhearing their conversation.

You both didn't have to strain your ears overmuch as the next words were clear to be heard, spoken in a deep drunken drawl. "He's lucky to have landed a lady like her."

His friends grunted in agreement.

Another man spoke up in a reedy voice. "Landed?" He scoffed. "Bedded is more like. What I wouldn't give to get a piece of her."

You noticed Aemond had stilled so completely, he had stopped breathing as his narrowed eye flitted to the huddle of men.

"Man like that Aemond Targaryen. Missing an eye and all that and still gets between the legs of something like her." A rail-thin man took a derisive swig from a bottle. "I would give her a good fucking and she'd be able to stomach my face."

"Get bent Tarful." His companion growled, pushing the thin man on the shoulder. "I'd love me the chance to put a bastard in her belly though."

"Aemond no!" You hissed, grabbing onto your husband's cloak but to no avail. The fabric was wrenched from your grip as Aemond strode forward, throwing back the hood of his cloak as he unsheathed his sword.

There were three of them, inebriated as they were, and only one of Aemond. You crouched to the ground, feeling around for a loose stone, anything that could be used as a weapon should the need arise.

The men didn't take note of Aemond's presence until he was almost upon them.

"What the shit?"

"Who the-"

"Oh, hells take me."

Horrified recognition slid across their faces as they took in the sight of Aemond's livid face. The prince stood rigid, a hand behind his taut back as he pressed the point of his sword into the eldest man's throat.

"You dare speak of my wife in such a manner." Aemond could barely speak for the overwhelming rage constricting his throat. "You dare have such vile thoughts about her."

His long silver hair shone under the moon, cascading down his back and over his shoulders, his violet eye aflame, clearly indicating who he was even to the drunken men before him.

The reedy man reached for a small dagger at his belt, drawing it and stepping toward the enraged prince.

"Foolish." Aemond seethed, barely glancing at him as his sword flashed in a blur of movement.

A spray of blood, the man crumpled. You gasped, looking away as you covered your mouth.

"Y/N. Leave." Aemond commanded, his tone still hard and imperious. "Head back to the Keep. I will catch up with you."

"Aemond..."

"Go!"

You scrambled upright, running across the deserted courtyard, only glancing back once to see the remaining two men cowering before the Targaryen prince, his long sword still extended, now dripping red.

Few others were still in the streets, and they paid you no mind as you hurried away, back up the hill to the Red Keep. Your stomach twisted with the memory of those men's violating words, and the sound of that body hitting the cobblestones with dull finality.

Aemond was gentle and kind when he was with you. You almost forgot he had the blood of Old Valyria coursing hot through his veins. His fury scared you as much as it thrilled you. You had never before seen this side of your husband. Now you understood a little better why the Targaryens were so feared and respected, the words of their family running through your mind.

Fire and blood.

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sounds-of-some-day · 3 months

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Robert Downey Jr reacting to Cillian Murphy's speech about him.

So, I'm very very pleased to be here tonight in my latest role as Robert Downey Jr's straight man slash loyal wingman. And it's become an actual real life role of a lifetime for me over the last few months. Honestly. And I love it. No, honestly, I'm thrilled to be here, because I want to take this opportunity to say publicly that I've never worked with or met anyone like Robert Downey Jr. Truly. And aside from his staggering talent, and his otherworldly range, he has managed to awe us with both his character and his leading man performances, searing dramatic performances, and his gut-busting comedic performances. He's taken on and triumphed in every imaginable kind of role, whether it be an endearing romantic, a dogged reporter, a punch drunk to a private eye and even the quintessential action here. And, I mean, it's just mind-bending, what this man has done. In my opinion, he is the most versatile actor of his generation.

Most likely of many generations. I hadn't met Robert until we were brought together by Chris Nolan on Oppenheimer, but, you know, anyone that loves film, and that loves great acting, I've been a fan forever. And I was always tying to figure out from a distance, you know, how he actually does what he does. And working alongside of him on Oppenheimer, watching him turn every day into Lewis Strauss, uh.... I'm still not sure how he does it. I think it might be a marriage of pure pure talent, and this kind of preternatural insight into human nature. And what I've also learned is that Robert works incredibly hard to make it look so easy, as all the great ones do.

But he's not jut a great actor. He's a kind of a unicorn, because he's a great actor who's also risen to the level of superstardom that few of us can kind of comprehend. And, why do I think that is? I think that is because he is one of the kindest, funniest, most generous actors I have ever worked with. And all of that comes out on the screen and you see it in every single performance. And all of his performances, no matter how unlike himself they are, they're always authentic, like Robert.

And every minute that I spent with him on camera was pure bliss, even though his character wanted me to disappear into a black hole and never come back.

But off camera we've bonded in a way that truly I've rarely done.

And I am so so very proud to be here tonight as a Downey straight man slash wingman. And I'm even prouder to call him a friend.

#robert downey jr #rdj #robert downey junior #cillian murphy #oppenheimer #long post #sbiff

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nox140497 · 3 months

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A Midnight Crisis

Prompt: No

Request: No

Summery: Colby has a panic attack late one night.

Prompt Number: None

Pairings: Colby Brock x Female Reader

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Colby shut his laptop with more force than intended and rubbed his tired eyes. It was past 2am, and he was no closer to finishing the script for his next video.

Glancing around the dimly lit editing room, stacks of notes and camera equipment stared back at him, each item representing hours of work ahead. The never-ending to-do list seemed to stretch into infinity as pressure and perfectionism gnawed away at his sanity.

A tapping at the door pulled Colby from his spiraling thoughts. "Sweetheart, come to bed," said his girlfriend Y/N softly. "You've been at it for hours."

Colby nodded wearily and followed her downstairs. As they curled up under the blankets, Y/N gently stroked his damp hair. "What's keeping you up?" she asked softly.

Colby took a shaky breath. "I just feel so behind. If I don't post at least twice a week, the algorithm will bury me. And the comments..." His voice cracked. "People are always criticising - the lighting, my jokes, who I film with, everything. I try so hard, but it's never enough."

Y/N pulled him closer. "You work like three men already. No one achieves perfection, at least of all in a few hours each time."

Colby knew she was right, but the churning anxiety refused to subside. What if his viewers lost interest? Sponsors pulled funding? It had happened to bigger creators - he wasn't immune.

"I'll never sleep at this rate," he sighed. Reluctantly climbing out of bed, Colby headed back to his prison of screens and cables. Y/N followed, concern etched on her face.

Back in the office, Colby began rewriting his script frantically, deleting and retyping sentences over and over as familiar panic started clawing its way up his throat. What if he picked the wrong topic? Messed up the comedic timing? He typed so fast his hands began to cramp.

A stabbing pain in his chest made Colby gasp for air. Black spots danced before his eyes as the walls closed in, trapping him under the crushing expectation to perform.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around him from behind. "Colby, you need to breathe," urged Y/N calmly. She took his trembling hand and placed it on her chest. "In and out, slowly. I've got you."

Colby fought to match her even breaths as crushing anxiety morphed into racking sobs. "I'm losing control," he cried into Y/N's shoulder. "What if I can't do this anymore?"

"Shh, it's okay," soothed Y/N gently. "Come, let's get some air."

Walking unsteadily through the silent house, Colby slowly began to regain control of his breathing in the cool night. Y/N never let go of his hand, grounding him through the lingering panic.

On the back porch, they sat close together, watching the stars. An uneasy silence stretched between them as Colby gathered the courage to speak.

"I'm scared this will break me," he admitted shakily. "I pour everything into videos only to be constantly worried if it's decent enough. It's not making me happy anymore - it's destroying me." A single tear rolled down his cheek.

Y/N gently wiped it away and took his face in her hands. "You are so much more than the metrics or comments say. I see how talented and kind you are every day. This channel was supposed to be fun, so please don't let it ruin your health or us."

Her earnest eyes conveyed nothing but compassion. All the resentful feelings Colby harbored towards himself began to melt away under Y/N's unconditional love and support.

As the first light of dawn broke over the trees, Colby finally felt some of the crushing weight lift. Exhausted but calmer, he leaned into Y/N's shoulder, grateful beyond words that she saw his true worth, not defined by meaningless views or numbers on a screen. This was only the beginning of getting his life back on track, but with her by his side, Colby believed things could get better.

A week had passed since Colby's panic attack, and he was beginning to feel more like himself again. Taking time completely away from YouTube at Y/N's suggestion had brought unexpected relief.

Without daily stresses to focus on, Colby rediscovered long-lost interests like photography and gardening. He spent afternoons going for hikes with Y/N, marvelling at nature's beauty through fresh eyes. Their home filled with snapshot memories from each outing, captured joyfully on film.

With structure and rest, Colby's anxiety gradually released its grip. For the first time in months he slept well, free from dreams about botched collabs or unkind comments. Y/N watched him awaken each day looking more energised, reminding her gently of the importance to maintain this lifestyle.

One sunny afternoon found Colby immersed in tending roses along the fence border. As he trimmed away wilted blooms, flashes of memories surfaced - cramming scripts at 3am, editing well into dawn, forgetting to eat or take breaks. Exhausted, sore hands moved on auto-pilot to create a never-ending stream of content.

His downward spiral had been gradual yet forceful, spurred on by perfectionism and fear of slipping in the algorithm. But Y/N's care dragged Colby kicking and screaming from that dark routine, revealing how lonely the path of overwork had become. A cold shudder passed over him at the realisation of how close he came to burning out completely.

Wiping sweat from his brow, Colby's gaze fell upon Y/N watching tenderly from the porch. Her bright smile warmed his soul, reminding him that life held more meaningful things than views or trends. Carrying the gardening tools inside, Colby collapsed on the couch beside her with a happy sigh.

"Feeling better?" she asked, handing him a cool drink. Colby nodded gratefully. "I'm amazed at the difference a week makes. Things seem clearer now."

He stretched comfortably, thoughts drifting back over stressful nights locked away working endlessly to please abstract metrics, while neglecting real connection. That loneliness had almost swallowed him whole.

"Thank you for pulling me back from the edge," Colby told Y/N earnestly, taking her hands. "I lost sight of what really matters, but you've given me a new perspective."

Y/N leaned in for a lingering kiss. "I'm just glad to have you here, happy and healthy. Promise me you won't let it get that bad again?" Smiling, Colby promised to always communicate how he felt from now on, never bottle things up until breaking point.

That evening, the couple discussed potential strategies for Colby to maintain wellbeing going forward. Setting stricter schedules with enforced breaks, delegating tasks, limiting social media use - simple changes aimed at sustainably managing pressure and burnout prevention.

Colby knew regaining control would take diligent effort. But with Y/N by his side, nothing felt impossible anymore. Her patience and reassurance instilled a calm confidence in his ability to return renewed, without sacrificing mental wellness. The following week, Colby finally felt ready to resume video making.

Armed with new perspective and healthier habits, Colby crafted a short update video explaining his break to concerned viewers. Speaking candidly about mental health awareness and balance, he saw more supportive comments roll in than ever before. The positive reinforcement served to cement Colby's resolution to prioritise fulfillment through diverse passions instead of basing self-worth on one metric's fluctuations alone.

Weeks turned to months of sustainable creativity. True to his word, Colby kept communication lines open with Y/N, never hesitating to discuss feelings or setbacks. With her encouragement he joined local photography groups and took on freelance opportunities to spread creative wings beyond YouTube alone.

Most importantly, Colby learned to be kind to himself through both triumphs and failures. Looking back on a time when anxiety nearly took control of his life, he was profoundly grateful for Y/N's unconditional love and support. It was this care that gave him strength to overcome adversity and regain balance, emerging healthier and happier than ever before.

#sam and colby #xplr #colby x reader #colby brock #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #colby brock x reader

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malewgtfstories · 2 months

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Hairy!!!

Before anything a shoutout to "@randy1790" for this wonderful idea.

A clear day reflected off the clean windowpanes of Alexanders' mansion. He had a strange encounter with an old withering hairy man. You see Alexander was a spoiled white rich kid. He was a snob to people around him. Little did he know his antics would lead to something much worse. His crude and dehumanizing treatment of others would bite him in the ass.

The old man was sitting at the bus stop across from Alexander's house. He looked like a man with low status and his clothes mirrored that thought. Alexander found the sight of the old man to be repulsing. He hated the idea of a useless old slob being inside of his neighborhood. He noticed that throughout his outfit something stuck out like a sore thumb—a necklace in the man's pocket. Alexander assumed the old man had stolen it. Thus he thought that stealing it from him would be "cleansing the community". Next thing you know Alexander is crossing the street to perform his wicked deed. Alexander slipped to sit next to the man and as he sat there he noticed how hairy the man was. He looked like a goddam gorilla. This made Alexander even more invested in wanting to get that necklace . He swiftly without the old man noticing swiped the man's necklace out of the man's pocket and laughed at his face.

"Look what I got from you. You dirty, lazy, old slob."

"Gi-give it back. It's mine you, clueless buffoon."

"I find it quite comedic that someone as poor as you would have this designer neckless. Are you sure it's yours?"

"Yes, now give it back."

"I don't think so. It's mine now. No one at your level should deserve something as pretty as me."

"I will warn you, boy. This necklace is something you should not play with. You will receive dire consequences. I'm warning you now to get rid of it as soon as possible if not you will fall to the curse of the previous owners."

Alexander scoffed. "This man is bluffing," Alexander thought to himself. As soon as the man finished his warning the bus came, and the old man entered the bus. Deep down Alexander felt like the old man's warning had meaning. Unfortunately, Alexander's alter ego got the best of him, and he put the necklace on himself. Once he put it on, he felt a shiver down his spine but believed it was nothing. Little did he know the change had just begun.

It began with his weight. His once fully abbed torso began to inflate with mounds of fat. Layer after layer hid his once Greek god-like physic. For the first time, he felt the feeling of love handles. Alexander's stomach begins to be full of stretch marks. Each one to signify each pound he gained. His stomach quickly went from a beer belly to a gainer belly. It was a huge mound of fat unlike before. Next were his beautifully trained legs. One of Alexander's greatest accomplishments. They began to turn into tree tucks to hold the massive pressure they were under. Likewise, both his ass and arms were plumped up with pounds of fat. It looked like he had always been the "fat" kid when growing up. Alexander was horrified by the transformation. He didn't know that the transformation had just begun. Next was the gain of body hair. Something Alexander despised. Because of the dense forest that encoded every inch of his body, he realized a strong musk that was permanently entangled with the locks that made his body.

The olfactory that was produced by his manly body slowly began to change Alexander. Alexander was dead Alex took his place. He didn't live in a mansion he lived in the slums of the city. He no longer feared being a hairy lazy slob. If anything, he strived to be an even hairier lazier slob. Thanks to the necklace he could do it.

(Later that day)

As Alex sat on his worn-out couch he stared at his TV. Letting his brain rot to the hypnotic and dumbfounded content. He heard a knock on the door. And low and behold the old man from the bus stop stared right back at him.

"I told you the consequences were great. Now you look like a fat and useless slob just like me."

"Thanks for opening my eyes, man. I look so fucking hot. Don't you thin —BRRAAAAAAAAPPPP!!”

"Damn, you do look like a slob. I came to tell you good news. This stone gives you the power to seek your deepest desire. It seems it like to pervert your dream and sometimes it tends to over exaggerate."

"Wait so I can have whatever I want."

"Well, not exactly it..."

"I WISH TO HAVE THE POWER TO WARP REALITY. Now then since I have my wish. My first act is to punish you. Since you left me all alone. From now on you will never leave me side."

"What do you mean? Stop! Let go. STOPPPPPPPPPPP!!!"

That was the last time people ever saw the old man. Well, at least in his human form. The old man became part of the dense forest of hair that made up Alex's chest. Alex's hair density exponentially increased. As hair started to multiply. He looked like a real-life bear. The old man at first was disgusted by the idea of being stuck in the musky scent that came from Alex's pores. But after a while, he started to enjoy the feeling of musk. It turned him on. He loved the feeling of being wet. He came to enjoy the life Alex offered him. Deep down the old man knew the reason he was stuck there was because of the necklace above him, but he came to terms with his new life. From now on he was part of Alex. Whether he liked it or not.

#permanent tf #wish gone wrong #fat gain tf #bearification #bhm weight gain #male weight gain stories #male transformation #fat tf #male tf

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Oh my gosh! You should make an Adam x reader playlist on like what you think the vibes and aesthetic of the relationship would be like!!

BEING IN LOVE WITH ADAM | A PLAYLIST

"but it's not forever, it's just tonight. oh, we're still the greatest"

Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon fits Adam's rock vibe, first of all. I see him performing it at his shows, and thinking about Reader in the process, it's just passionate in every way possible.

"just to cure it 'cause I can't ignore it if it's love"

Adam is definitely bad at feelings. Has a hard time understanding when he's in love, and when he does it really feels "accidental". Also, Adam gives romantic 2000s rock love songs vibes.

"honey, we can see right through you. girl, you can't conceal it. we know how you feel and who you're thinking of"

This all time classic goes for Reader, who I can picture struggling to accept that they're falling in love with Adam (I mean, it's Adam). But they're having it bad, so they come to terms with it (but won't say it).

"where can I find a woman like that?"

Watch Adam writing a whole-ass song if he ever were to fall in love with Reader and they're taken. Performing it a show and looking at them in the eyes and everything. He can't help it, he wants them to be his.

"some things just make sense and one of those is you and I"

Still into You just fits the vibe, just over the top love rock song that would go well with a possible Adam love story perfectly imho. Maybe after a break up.

"oh I, I just died in your arms tonight, it must have been something you said"

Would comedically work as either Adam or Reader suddenly realize that they're in love in a very specific moment. Reader being vulgar or violent? This song starts playing as Adam goes all wide-eyed looking at them as his cheeks get red. Adam playing the electric guitar? Reader goes full Lego Batman GIF looking at him.

"Don't go breaking my heart"

"I won't go breaking your heart!"

Throw this song in Hazbin Hotel as a duet between Adam and Reader where they profess their love for each other as soon as they realize it.

"(s)he ain't got no money, her/his clothes are kinda funny, her/his hair is kinda wild and free"

I see this more applied to Adam. Because people will ask Reader WHY Adam, and he's just that guy. Can work the other way around if Reader is particularly unique.

"one good girl is worth a thousand bitches"

Adam, in my opinion, is capable of serious relationships even if he's kinda hinted to be a fuck boy. He definitely has many flaws in relationships but he would be willing to work on them. Also, I headcanon him to listen to Kanye even if he's a rockstar lmao.

"the soul you bring to the table, the one that makes me sing in a minor key"

I'll finish this on a tender note. Adam and Reader come full circle about how much they love each other, they accept it, they know. And love changes both of them, both their souls. It can be that deep, even if it's Adam we're talking about. Reader makes his soul sing, and Adam theirs.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #vivziepop #adam #adam hazbin hotel #adam x reader #playlist #adam playlist #hazbin hotel adam headcanons #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel adam fanfiction #hazbin hotel adam playlist #adam x you #hazbin adam x reader #writers on tumblr

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Dr ratio with a short! furina reader HCS ?? (Can be male, female or gn. )

I hope it wouldn't be too much to ask😭

Can be smut, fluff, platonic. It's your choice to pick!!!

sorry for the late response I forgot to check my inbox ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

as someone who LOVES Furina this would be a treat to write !!, I’m using Penacony as the background with Robin referenced !

fluff all the wayy (would be open to write a pt2 smut if you want but I’m keeping this fluffy because it’s a long one <3)

After performing with Robin for a special event her brother hosted you resign back to your dressing room, you will never get bored of the bright stage lights illuminating your skin as you sing

But it gets tiring after the performance so you can’t wait to just go home and maybe stop by the dessert parlour you love so much near your apartment

You look at the mirror in front of you as you gently pat your face before a knock can be heard, oh it’s probably Robin wanting to ask you to ear together after a performance like she usually does

You happily walk towards the door, you open the door with a smile to reveal a man towering before you with a ridiculously huge bouquet of rainbow roses; your favourite !

You’re quite shocked to say the least, because they don’t usually let some random fellow wander around backstage with that huge bouquet

The man seemed to notice your mouth agape as you tilted your head up to gaze at him, is comedically funny how far back your head must be to fully see his face

Suddenly the man leans down and rests his arm on the closed door behind you, making it easier for you to look at him

“Good evening, pardon my interruption my name is Veritas Ratio currently working for the IPC as a delegate I’m here to formally congratulate you on your astonishing performance,” his smooth voice lingers on your ear as the bouquet distance you both

You remembered Sunday talked about inviting some members of the IPC to Penacony, so he must be one of those people Sunday talked about

“Ah ! how kind of you please come in,” you smile as you let him in, you usually wouldn’t be doing this to a stranger but this one is Sunday’s guest so you must treat him well

As he let himself in, he quietly looked around at your dressing room. Your vanity is filled with various types of makeup and accessories, not to mention your wardrobe that’s filled with different dresses and suits

You gestured for him to sit on the couch that faced your vanity, he put the bouquet on your vanity before sitting down on the couch, you seat in front of him in your chair before asking the important question you’ve been meaning to ask, “So what brings you here, Mr Ratio ?”

“Well first and foremost as a delegate for the IPC I’m here to foster a good relationship between Penacony and its high-profile residents, but I must admit that I have my reasons,” he smiles, his arms folded together as he awaits your reply

Well, you could see IPC’s intentions but his reasons however, it intrigue you, to say the least, “My my what can I possibly offer you Mr Ratio ?,”

“Please just Veritas should be fine and I was hoping that I’ll be the one who’s offering today,” he chuckles as he looks into your eyes, this mysteriously handsome man is making you flustered in just a simple glance, how unfair !

You quickly snap your mind back from the daydream to answer his offer, “Well what are you offering and for what purpose is this hypothetical offer you’re going to give me ?,”

“A dinner to get to know you better but I heard from a certain someone that you have a sweet tooth so how about a trip to the dessert parlour you like ?, my treat of course,” well someone has done their research

To be honest you were going to nod your head furiously but you need to restrain yourself from excitement, even though it’s quite evident by you playing with your fingers “Well…if I man who done his study on my favourite thing offers than who am I to decline,” your eyes wander around the room, avoiding his warm gaze

“Well then shall we ?,” he smiles as he stands up and hands out his hand, you take the offer and place your hands on his own, he gently brings the back of your hand towards his lips and gently presses a kiss, this turns you into a red strawberry in just 0.11 second !

The walk towards the dessert parlour was delightful, you get to know more about this intriguing man, he’s a scholar and apparently, he has 7 PhD degrees, in normal circumstances you would probably think he was jesting but seeing how he talks and presents himself, you knew he must be the real deal

As you enter the parlour the owner suddenly appears and guides you both to your seat by the window, showcasing Penacony’s breathtaking view. “I hope you like the seat that I chose,” Veritas says as he drags the chair out for you to sit in

“You reserved us a seat ?” you ask dumbfounded by his words, this man had just met you and he’s already treating you like a princess

He chuckles before sitting in front of you, “Of course as a matter of fact I already ordered every single thing for us to try and don’t worry if you can’t finish it all, you can always take it home,”

Your pupils dilate like how a cat would when they’re happy, he finds the sight to be adorable and he’s quite fond of your sweet tooth, “You’re spoiling too much and barely know me,” you huff feeling a little bit upset at him for spending a lot of money on you

“I see it as a worthy investment,” he replies candidly as the waiter pours lavender tea into your cup, oh you’re quite interested in his choice of words

“Hmm investment for what ?” you ask as you trace your finger on the rim of the cup, waiting patiently for his answer

“Let’s just say I’d like to impress you so that we could do this more often, I genuinely want to get to know,” well before this he has already impressed you from the start

“Is this a date this feels like a date,” you tease which he replies with a chuckle of his own “Can’t you tell from the start that I’m enamoured by you ?”

“Oh ?, umm is this a date…?,” you nervously smile while asking, you’re so oblivious to his pursuit that he finds it rather endearing. He reaches forward to brush a strand of your hair back before replying

“Silly girl, can’t you tell that I’m one of your devoted fan ?,”

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #dr ratio #dr. ratio #dr ratio x reader #dr. ratio x reader #dr ratio fluff #dr. ratio fluff

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