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i-love-consuming-media · 1 year

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I don't see enough people praising Killa like that dude was so awesome and his whole sequence was so fun. Like at first you think he's just all talk and jokes but when it gets to it, he's able to go toe-to-toe with John Wick HIMSELF?? And the way he uses his inhaler basically as a revive button? The way he runs funny? The accent? The laugh? The implied lore? Aaaaaa

No i'm totally not obsessed

Not at all

#he's a total asshole but i love him #we need to see more of Killa in a prequel show #just give him his own show i'll pay everything i have #john wick #john wick 4 #john wick chapter 4 #killa #killa harkan #john wick killa #keanu reeves #scott adkins #movies

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takiki16 · 1 year

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maybe ask for a full explanation and definition of padme Amidala brainrot 🙏🙏

(referencing the tags on this post)

My girl Padme Amidala is insane. ABSOLUTELY INSANE she has ROT of the BRAIN, and I love her dearly but it cannot be denied!!!

My girl Helen Wick is ALSO insane, but crucially she has a completely different brand of insanity that is slightly more palatable, and also she had the option to be insane about John Wick instead of Anakin Skywalker.

This post pretty much sums up the Padme Amidala brainrot much better than I could. Despite being a prominent pacifist politician who frequently gave speeches on the value of life, liberty, and democracy and so forth, Padme married a guy who joked about space totalitarianism, was a general in the army she campaigned against, and also committed two genocides. And she married him AFTER he confessed to the FIRST genocide, and did NOT immediately leave him after the SECOND genocide!!!! It's like if AOC was suddenly discovered to have had an unofficial backyard wedding with some prominent US military official who went above and beyond even the usual US military war crimes to do EXTRA war crimes on his own time, and was also a close personal mentee of President Trump. What the hell!!!!!

Helen Wick, on the other hand, is just 95% a completely normal middle class citizen of the tri-state area and 5% a dominatrix supervillain. But crucially, the 5% dominatrix supervillain part isn't the part that wants to take over the world, it's just the part that enjoys holding the power to do so if she chose.

I MEAN, ALL OF THIS IS MY OWN HEADCANON bc sadly the John Wick franchise spends far less time on their Fridged Wife (TM) than the SW prequels do, but I tried to go into more depth on this post. Helen is a woman who saw John for what he was (aka the fucking Boogeyman), saw that he was totally and completely obsessed with her, and decided to marry him anyway. KEANU REEVES ASIDE, THE WOMAN WHO DECIDES TO BECOME MRS. WICK IS NOT YOUR AVERAGE PERSON. My core image of Helen and John together is like…them cuddling on the couch, and John's head is in her lap. And John is thinking about his sweet kind angel wife, who could love a monster like him, and how much he wants to be the kind of man who can stand next to her.

HELEN…is stroking his hair and thinking about how many people he would kill if she ever asked him to. This is my ultimate Helen Wick thesis.

#john wick #star wars #helen wick #prequels #padme amidala #their fascinating brands of brainrot did not stop either of them from getting fridged but ALAS

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gilbirda · 2 years

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WHAT IF. WAY OF THE HOUSEHUSBAND. BUT ANGER MANAGEMENT SHIP.

OH FRIEND

DO I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU

First of all, let me point you in the direction of this marvelous post by @stealingyourbones

Also, I may have done something that includes househusband Jason.

That being said, I would really want to read shenanigans of a retired crime lord and his breadwinning wife, and how he is the best househusband in the world.

EDIT: It has come to my attention that Tumblr is broken again and certain links send you to the app store to install tumblr C: Links should work just fine now.

#gil answers #look as ecto said: we all want John Wick prequels #a retired crime lord being a loving and caring husband? sign me in #also slap some kids into the mix and it'll be funnier #jason the menace of the PTA meetings #Karen from PTA doesn't know whats coming to her #dpxdc #anger management ship #jazz/jason

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don-lichterman · 2 years

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Ghost of Tsushima Movie, John Wick: The Continental, Kung Fu Panda 4... KinoCheck News

Ghost of Tsushima Movie, John Wick: The Continental, Kung Fu Panda 4… KinoCheck News

This time in the #KinoCheckNews “Kung Fu Panda 4”, “Saw 10”, “Wise Guys” etc.| Subscribe ➤ https://abo.yt/ki | 2022 Movie News Show | More News https://KinoCheck.com/news 00:00 The Continental The upcoming “John Wick” prequel series “The Continental” consists of three episodes and was originally supposed to be broadcast by the US channel Starz. However, according to media reports, the series will…

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mundo-misterio · 2 years

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The Continental: John Wick Prequel Series pasa de Starz a Peacock – cancelado + programas de televisión renovados

por Regina Ávalos, 16 de agosto de 2022 El Continental se dirige a Peacock en lugar de Starz como se planeó originalmente cuando se anunció el proyecto hace cuatro años. La nueva serie de precuelas se centrará en los orígenes y el funcionamiento interno del Hotel Continental de las películas de acción de John Wick. Las estrellas incluyen a Mel Gibson, Ben Robson, Hubert Point-Du Jour, Jessica…

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#cancelado #Continental #John #pasa #Peacock #Prequel #programas #renovados #Series #Starz #televisión #Wick

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endless-ineffabilities · 11 months

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MORE MARQUIS MOREEEEEEE I LOOOOOOVED IT, L - O - V - E - D ITTT!!!!!!!

le marquis et le moineau - (ill)fated

Marquis de Gramont x f!reader

synopsis: one of several short stories, set up as a prequel to this oneshot of le marquis et le moineau. This is set in the early days, depicting the beginning of what would turn into a dangerous mutual infatuation.

more of moineau: le marquis et le moineau ▪︎ first dance ▪︎ other works

word count: 2.5k ▪︎ themes/warnings: slow burn, mentions of violence (it's the John Wick universe ofc), language

"Welcome to the New York Continental. How may I be of service?" Charon asks in his flawless genial manner.

You stand behind him, his shadow in training. After only 3 short months as the 'Assistant to the Concierge' - (a title you picked over 'Assistant Concierge', in reference to a certain beloved TV series) - you've come to learn the ins and outs of the Continental.

What makes it tick. The demands of its peculiar crowd of usual guests. What is required to keep such an establishment up and running.

In truth, it takes a lot of fucking work. Much and more need to be swept under the rug so as to not attract attention. Guests need to be kept satisfied, their particular requests adhered to. As long as it is well within the rules of the High Table, of course.

The only thing separating you from the animals.

As if everyone in this sort of life has not already become animal. Well, isn't ignorance such bliss.

The man who introduced himself as Chidi says, "I have come ahead of my superior, the Marquis de Gramont. Needless to say, we must ensure that everything is well-prepared for his stay here in New York. Wouldn't you agree, Charon?"

"Of course, sir." Charon tilts his head. "I will personally see to that, don't you worry. Is he still set to arrive tonight at the planned hour?"

"He should be here at 6 this evening. I trust that the... agitator is being dealt with?"

Charon walks in front of the counter, taking a parcel from a bellhop. He keeps his gaze trained on Chidi. "With compliments of the Continental, sir. The proprietor has ensured that the liability will be brought to the penthouse of the Marquis."

"Very good." Chidi taps Charon on the shoulder once, before walking away, a satisfied sneer on his face.

"Just remember, sir," Charon calls out to him, making his stop in his tracks, "that no business may be conducted on Continental grounds."

"Hmm."

After a moment, you move to stand beside Charon.

"So, sir, what was that all about?"

He turns his head towards you fondly. "I'm sure you've heard of Marquis Vincent de Gramont."

"Well, I've heard that he comes across as a pompous ass, if that's what you mean."

Charon simply raises his eyebrows at you, already accustomed to your blunt, sarcastic manner of speaking. "Well, he will be staying with us for a couple of days, as he has some... business to deal with."

"I won't even ask."

He moves to stand in front of you, finding your eyes. "Dear child, might I suggest steering clear of the Marquis and his associates whilst he is in residence with us here? It would simply be for the best. His reputation does preceed him."

You can't help but smile at Charon's nickname for you, one that heralds back to when your family first moved across the hall from him in one of the High Table sponsored apartment buildings in downtown Manhattan.

You had been only 12, but you were already well aware of your father's line of work. One that required him to be away on business to faraway cities each month, and caused him to rub elbows with the dregs of the underworld.

Not all of them were bad though. You grew fond of some of his associates, namely Charon, of course. And the one they called the Baba Yaga, but to you he was just Johnny.

John Wick hated the name, but he liked you, so the name stayed. Him and his then wife somehow became your second set of parents, with your dad never around and your mother usually drowning in her fancy liquor.

More than a decade later, your father met his end on one of his jobs. One that was only supposed to be "quick and easy". He promised he would be back to you in no time, with a box of your favourite chocolates from Paris.

But he never came. And neither did the fucking chocolates, which truthfully, you now hated. Your father lost his life in that city, so you grew to loathe everything about it.

And now comes the Marquis, the man practically in charge of all of Paris. Not to the public eye, of course.

If Charon asks you to steer clear of him, it must be for good reason.

But you've never been good at following orders. Or staying out of trouble. Or keeping your mouth shut.

"Whoever this Marquis is, I can handle him," you say determinedly. "I'll just act normal, do my job, go about business as usual."

Charon takes a deep breath, resigning himself. "Very well. Just try not to catch his eye." A tenant raises her hand, demanding his attention, so he starts to head her way.

"You know me," you call after him, an impish grin on your face. "I'm only a shadow."

The Marquis de Gramont stands in the ornate lobby of the Continental, surrounded by his posse. Clad in an impeccable three-piece cream suit, his hair perfectly coiffed, his polished shoes gleaming to the naked eye.

He is never beating those pompous ass allegations. You can't help but smirk from your post behind the concierge desk.

You look down briefly, smoothing out invisible creases on your black button-up shirt. Don't laugh. You roll out your shoulders. Compose yourself.

Winston and Charon had greeted his entourage upon entering, and they've been hashing out the details of his stay for the last minute or two. Apparently, the Marquis has some very specific demands. Of course he does.

Those in the group exchange some final words, nodding to each other, seemingly satisfied. Charon raises his arm, directing the Marquis. "Right this way, if you please."

Hands on his hips, the Marquis makes his way over to the private elevator. Which only means that he will have to pass by your post.

You try to keep your head down, as a practiced sign of cordiality. Also, so that you don't let out an impromptu sneer. But you can't help it. Right when he passes by, you raise your head.

And he is already looking straight at you.

The corner of his lips is in a downturn, as if he is judging you where you stand. Pompous prick.

You don't let it faze you. "Welcome to the Continental. We hope you enjoy your stay," you greet him, eyes not leaving his in some sort of defiance.

"Hmm." He walks by, slowly, and you only want to urge him on. But just when he is clear of the reception desk, he turns on his heel.

"What is your name?" He asks, a perfect brow raised in anticipation.

You answer him, keeping your voice steady. You've learned a long time ago not to allow men like him the chance to intimidate you.

A momentary pause, before he repeats your name. You want to hate the way he says it, as if he testing it on his tongue, seeing how it tastes.

But hell, that French accent can make anything sound heavenly.

"Is there a problem, monsieur?" Charon has moved to your side, wary of the attention from the marquis.

Marquis de Gramont barely acknowledges Charon with a sideways glance, before looking back to you. "Non, no problem at all."

He finally walks away. But of course, of course he has to drive a chill up your spine as he calls over his shoulder, "Have her come up to me in twenty minutes."

You grit your teeth in an attempt to maintain cordiality. "Excuse me, sir?" He could have at least addressed me himself.

Nothing. He doesn't even look back at you as he enters the elevator, head dipped in hushed whispers to his security team.

"So much for your being 'only a shadow', hmm?" Charon echoes your sentiment, which has just been apparently disproven.

Winston draws closer, worried look on his face as he says, "Quite a conundrum, dear one. I'm considering sending someone else in your place, however, he did ask for you markedly."

Your stomach churned. "Maybe he just needs some attending? Room service? Basic cleanup? I don't know..." Basic cleanup being clearing the blood of the surfaces of his penthouse, especially after he deals with the man the establishment had caught and presented to him.

Deals with. But not kill. Never that. Not whilst on Continental grounds, that is.

Winston responds, "Perhaps so. I trust that you will handle it? I know you can, child."

You straighten yourself. "Of course I can. He's just some overgrown French brat."

But what the fuck does he want?

"If anything," Winston adds calmly, "and worst comes to worst, your dear Uncle Johnny would surely be happy to lend a hand."

Of course he will. Feeling much lighter, you shoot a smile at Charon and Winston, before returning to your post behind the desk.

18 more minutes.

The Marquis stays in the biggest penthouse of the Continental. The most exclusive part of the property, made even more opulent per his request.

New pieces of artwork are hung on the walls, requested from some New York Baron's private collection. Not that he had a choice.

The man - the traitor - known as Laurent had been staying at the Continental in the week prior, stupidly believing that he is free of the Marquis.

It only took one phone call, and of course, Winston had to relent. They kept Laurent in one of their best suites, lulling him into a false sense of security, all while preparing for the Marquis' arrival.

Then Laurent's room was filled with nitrous oxide, and he was tied up and taken to the Marquis' penthouse.

Laurent sits in a lone wooden chair, nearly unconscious in the middle of the drawing room as you enter, a gash of deep red on his temple.

Chidi sits directly in front of him, seemingly carrying out the interrogation. His superior, on the other hand, lazily sits on the plush couch on the far side of the room. Looking as if he'd rather be anywhere but here. As if there isn't a man being tortured right in front of his eyes.

One of his men announces your arrival, but you sense the Marquis has already noticed your presence.

You clear your throat. "You asked for me, sir?"

"Mmm," he hums, and tilts his head. "Tell me, what was so funny?"

"I'm sorry?"

"When you first saw me in the lobby," he stands, stalking over to you, "you smirked. I wish to know what it was that brought you to react in such a manner."

This is why he asked for me? Because I smirked? Oh, for fuck's -

He steps forward, closer. "Cat got your tongue?"

"No, sir, I... I must admit, I don't quite remember what you speak of. I smirk to myself all the time. I've got plenty of inside jokes and all that."

"To yourself?"

"Yes."

"Are you... well in the head?" He twirls his fingers beside his temple. The bastard.

"Yes, Marquis." You take a deep breath, but you can't help yourself. "But I assure you I'm just as demented as you are."

A gloom falls over his face, and you sense his security team tense up. Preparing for him to say the word.

Your eyes trail around the room, and continue, "And everyone else in this world of ours."

The Marquis stares at you. Half-indignant, and dare you think it, half-amused.

His lips twitch, fighting back a smirk of his own, and his eyes rake your figure. From your uniform shoes to your hands to your lips. Then back to your gaze.

"Fair point." He shrugs, and the room settles once again. His men look away from the pair of you.

He turns, beckoning you to follow. A few feet in front of Laurent, he asks, "What do you make of this?"

Of this? You mean of him? The way the Marquis speaks, as if Laurent is merely a thing to be dealt with and not a person, bothers you. But such is the way of your world.

"Laurent Castillon. French-Italian sommelier. If I understand correctly, he cheated you out of what would have been successful dinner plans."

Sommelier, an arms dealer. Dinner plans, whatever you can concoct with the use of guns. You're more than accustomed to the language, having picked it up over the years.

"Excellent." The Marquis clasps his hands, pleased. "Now, what do you make of this? What would you do, if you were in my shoes?"

He is testing you, prodding you on. Seeing if you would curl back in your shell or flinch.

Is there a wrong answer here, or is this all just some game?

"I would set things right, I suppose."

"You suppose?" He repeats, dissatisfied. "We don't deal in half measures."

"I would - ," you look him directly in his eyes, "I would make him pay."

Something sparks in Marquis de Gramont's eyes. Recognition? Appreciation? Excitement?

"Won't that be a waste?" He takes a step closer, eliminating the space between you.

Stand your ground.

You shrug, "Such is life."

He smiles, "Indeed, petit moineau."

In a flash, without breaking your gaze, he takes a handgun from the inner lining of his jacket and shoots Laurent in the knee. He keels over, screaming.

The familiar sound rings in your ears, making you dig your nails in the flesh of your palm.

The Marquis does not even flinch, does not even look at Laurent who is writhing on the floor in pain.

"And what now?" He rubs an eyebrow with his thumb, still holding his gun carelessly with that hand.

"That depends." What the fuck did he call me? Moineau? "How gracious do you feel tonight?"

"Why?"

"Well," you say carefully, knowing the wrong word might set him off, "you could let the fool go. You've already taught him a lesson."

A long, torturous pause. He does not seem to like that suggestion.

"Take him away." He gives a sudden order, and all his men rush to obey. Seconds pass, and Laurent is out of your sight. Only Chidi and two other men are left hovering in the corner.

"Leave us," the Marquis finally says. Well, shit.

The door shuts behind the men, and you are left alone, with one of the most notorious men in the city. Perhaps the world.

"What's going to happen to him?" You find yourself asking, to fill the silence and also because you're genuinely curious.

He looks at you in confusion, as if the answer is the most obvious thing. "He dies, of course."

You swallow, a picture of forced composure. "Of course."

He rolls his eyes. "Sure, not here on the Continental and all that nonsense. But it does not matter. He dies anyway."

He dies. He says that so easily, like a life means nothing. It probably means nothing to him. Your father would probably have only been another life to spend, just another one in the roster, in his eyes.

"I hope you aren't busy," he says, walking to the other room.

"What did you have in mind?" Why can't he just send me away already?

"We shall dine together. I could use the company."

You grumble under your breath, "So much for being a shadow."

"Pardon?" He asks, just before reaching the archway to the dining room.

"I said, it would be my pleasure."

"Hmm."

Two can play at this game, Marquis.

And even more to come - taglist open!

Next in moineau...

More Marquis, just as it should be.

My HotD series works are not going to be discontinued. The next part to fire like yours will be up next, but don't hold me to it 🖤😉

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randomgirl005 · 7 months

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Behind the scenes of Katie McGrath in her new project.

She is co-starting in the John Wick prequel series The Continental as The Adjudicator. The Continental: From the World of John Wick now available on prime video.

#katie mcgrath #the continental #the adjudicator #lena luthor #supergirl #supercorp #supercorp endgame #bts #behind the scenes #supercorp fanart #wlw blog #wlw post

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cherienymphe · 2 years

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Only For Tonight (Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader x Topper Thornton)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, cuckolding, threesome, toxic relationship, non canon ages, drug use, underage drinking, pre established Rafe x reader

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts | divider by @firefly-graphics

➥ This can be read as a stand alone piece but it is technically the prequel to Wicked Games

summary: Rafe’s ego outweighs his jealousy when he decides to show you off one night, proving that best friends really do share everything.

You wistfully stared out of the window as your boyfriend drove by The Wreck, a sigh trapped deep down in your chest. You hadn’t been by there in so long, and the brief glimpses you got of your friends here and there weren’t enough. Or were they considered former friends now? Pope and John B had long given up on you, but JJ still reached out occasionally. Kie texted you every chance she could, and Sarah…

Sarah was the only one you saw on a regular basis.

You were dating her brother, after all.

You and Rafe had been unexpected for all parties involved. Nights spent at Sarah’s had you running into the blond man more often than usual, interacting with him more often than usual, and as it turns out, you hadn’t been imagining those lingering gazes and soft brushes of fingers along skin.

Rafe Cameron had been into you, and he’d made that clear under no uncertain terms.

You remembered how you had laughed, thinking he was joking. Even after he’d told you how serious he was, eyes dark and jaw clenched, you’d still laughed. Rafe Cameron? Into a Pogue? It sounded like a bad joke or even worse dare. You hadn’t given it anymore thought when you got home, but by the next day, you weren’t laughing anymore.

You didn’t laugh when flowers started showing up at your job, your boss and coworkers teasing you about your secret admirer. You didn’t laugh when notes started appearing on your car, a frown on your face at the surprisingly romantic words scrawled along the small cards. You definitely hadn’t laughed when you came home, and your mom excitedly showed you her new car.

That had been the last straw.

“So, you think you can buy me?” you had demanded of him at a party one night.

He’d snorted a small line of coke before rolling his head towards you, long lashes fluttering as he stared you down. His friends had made themselves scarce, grumbling and throwing you both nervous looks as they did. You hadn’t moved when he stood, getting close and personal as he leaned in.

“I told you that I liked you-.”

“…and this is how you show it? Flowers and gifts and cars?”

You sounded incredulous, and Rafe chuckled, shoving his hands into his pocket.

“Yeah, this is how I show it,” he’d said, face so serious that you frowned. “When I like someone, I do nice things for them. I spoil them and make their life easier and do what I can to see them smile.”

You’d been taken aback by that, lips parting as you were now forced to take him seriously. His brows were drawn together, blue eyes searching yours, and you suddenly felt…silly. You’d shuffled on your feet, clearing your throat as you had to accept that this was real.

Rafe liked you.

“Oh…”

“Yeah…oh.”

You had glanced away, face suddenly heating up and heart fluttering in your chest under his heated stare.

“I didn’t… Why?” you’d wondered, looking all sorts of confused.

You were a Pogue, so it was understandable. He’d shrugged, doing that thing with his face that told you he wasn’t quite sure himself.

“I just do,” he’d said. “…and I don’t think I can stomach the thought of you with someone who isn’t me, so…”

Somehow that had flattered you, and days later, you’d found yourself having a serious conversation with Sarah. She’d looked shocked, maybe even a bit worried, but she’d given you the ‘okay’. Telling you that as long as you were happy, she’d support it.

It had started slow. Going out to eat here, hanging out at the beach there, but all too soon, you were wrapped up in the whirlwind that was your relationship with Rafe Cameron. He started to consume every part of your life, and you hadn’t even noticed until Pope had harshly asked you when you’d remember they even existed.

You had felt horrible, like the worst friend, and you’d made up for it at first. You made the effort to divide your time between your old world and your new one evenly. It worked at first, but then Rafe started talking you into more parties you just ‘couldn’t say no to’, and getting you so drunk you’d forget all about meeting up with your friends or forcing you to come on his tongue for hours until you passed out from exhaustion.

Somehow, you’d started seeing them less and less until you just…didn’t.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Rafe’s low voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you turned your head towards him just as a hand landed on your thigh. His fingers dipped underneath your skirt just a tad, grazing the skin there, and you smiled at him.

“Just thinking… Next time we go out, we should go to The Wreck,” you proposed.

It wasn’t the first time you suggested it as of late, and like before, you watched the way Rafe’s brows furrowed just a tad. He was facing the road again, and his jaw clenched before he looked back at you with a crooked smile.

“Next time…”

He’d said that before, and although you knew better, part of you hoped that he meant it this time. His general attitude towards Pogues was no secret, but you still hadn’t been prepared for how little you’d see your friends when you started dating. It was obvious that Rafe didn’t like you hanging out with them despite being one yourself, but you had initially written it off as nothing.

But now his world had taken over yours, and you didn’t even know how to go about fixing it.

The house wasn’t empty anymore when you finally made it back, Ward in the kitchen when you walked in. He was just hanging up the phone as you and Rafe set the takeout boxes down onto the counter.

“We brought you guys something to eat,” you told him.

There was a fond smile on the older man’s face at your words. You knew that he wasn’t your biggest fan with you being from The Cut and all, but you could tell there was some appreciation there for how much Rafe had mellowed out since dating you.

“Well, thank you, Y/N,” he replied, an emphasis on your name because nobody seemed to know Rafe better than his own father.

The two of you had argued in the restaurant for over 15 minutes over whether or not to get food for the rest of his family too. Clearly, you’d won. You threw him a sheepish look as he saw right through your original statement, and you went to put the food away as he pulled the blond into some discussion you’d rather not be present for.

“Look, Rafe, I just need you to do a little better, alright? Not just for my sake, but for poor Y/N’s too…”

You closed the fridge in time to meet Ward’s eye.

“…she can’t spend all her time looking after you,” he joked.

You gave a light chuckle at that, grimacing at the way Rafe rolled his eyes.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he mumbled, reaching for you as he made his way upstairs.

“You know Ward was just messing around,” you said as you moved through the dark hallway, trying to placate him.

He didn’t respond right away, a low sigh escaping him as he closed the door behind you. He pulled you against him, arm curved around your neck as he pressed his lips to your forehead. You both felt and heard him breathe you in.

“Yeah,” he quietly said, but it didn’t sound convincing.

It was amazing really how the man who Rafe strived so hard to seek approval from could put him in such a bad mood with only a few words. He pulled away from you to undress, reaching behind his head to pull off his shirt. He told more so than asked you to join him in the shower, and you were unsurprised when he kissed you halfway through.

His lips were eager, hungry, and when all of the soap ran down the drain, he reached back to turn the shower off. You were both still dripping when he guided you out of the bathroom, a giggle escaping your lips when his fingers tickled along your sides.

“Rafe,” you sighed, a moan tumbling out when he groped you.

Neither of you cared about getting his bed wet, only focused on being as close as possible. Rafe held you like a lifeline, not uncommon for him after any kind of confrontation with Ward. The older man always managed to get underneath his skin, and where Rafe used to cope with familiar white powder, he had replaced with you. You didn’t mind, never had. In fact, it made you feel good to know that it was you he sought solace in when his thoughts became too much.

You both moaned when he slid into you with ease, your fingers twisting into his hair, your teeth sinking into your lip. You wrapped your legs around him, holding him to you as he rutted into you, slowly curving his hips into yours. His muscles strained as he held himself above you, lips grazing along your skin before finding your own.

You were mindful of the fact that you were in a full house. Ward downstairs, Rose and Wheezie and Sarah in their rooms, no doubt. You always tried to be mindful, but you’d long discovered that Rafe liked knowing others could hear you. That others could hear what he was doing to you, and that every sound you made was because of him.

Your hands trailed to his neck, nails scraping along skin as they danced towards his chest. He kissed you again, swallowing your moans, his own groan filling your mouth when you clenched around his cock. Your toes curled at the way he stretched you, a small hiss escaping at a jerk of his hips. His hands found yours, threading your fingers together as he pushed them into the pillows on either side of your head.

“You know I love you, right?” he breathed into your mouth.

Your only response was a shaky nod, but Rafe wasn’t satisfied with that.

“Right…?”

“Y-yes,” you gasped, knees bent when he pushed his own forward.

“Fuck baby,” he breathed, burying his face into your neck. “…and you love me, right?”

He had lifted his head, eyes boring into yours. The blue of them was piercing, paralyzing even as he stared you down. There was some desperation there that gave you pause, and your gaze softened, craning your neck to brush your lips against his.

“Of course, I love you, Rafe. I’ll always love you,” you whispered against his lips.

He paused in his movements, letting one of your hands go to reach and touch your face, fingers grazing your skin. His brows were drawn together, and his jaw ticked ever so slightly as he held your gaze. He studied your face, nose brushing yours.

“You promise…?”

“I promise,” you said without hesitation.

You felt Rafe shudder against you, fingers still on your face, and he ran his thumb along your lip before kissing you again. His hips resumed their movements, thrusting into you with a pace that made you gasp. Rafe wasted no time before tasting the inside of your mouth. He fucked you for what felt like hours, tasting you and basking in the feel of you wrapped around him. Every frustration he had against Ward he took out on you, teeth and fingers pressing into your skin.

And you were more than happy to let him.

When you finally came around him, you threw your head back, lips parted in a silent scream. Rafe had one hand pressed into your stomach, holding you down as you bucked underneath him. His other curled around the back of your neck, his lips leaving open mouthed kisses along your throat when he finally spilled into you. You clung to him as you both came together, breathing labored and chest heaving.

He had just rolled over to pull you against his chest when his phone went off. You groaned, about to tell him to ignore it when he grabbed it, giving you a quick glance of the screen. You rolled your eyes at the sight of Topper’s name, sitting up with a sigh. Rafe made a slight frown as he watched you put on some clothes, but he’d never ignored Topper before, and you knew he wasn’t going to start now.

The other guy’s voice filled the room as Rafe answered his FaceTime call, proving you right. He must have heard you because it wasn’t long before the sound of your name reached your ears.

“Is Y/N there?”

“Yeah,” Rafe answered, a small smirk on his lips, and you rolled your eyes again. “…but you can keep talking.”

It didn’t take a genius to catch on to the fact that they were talking about coke and any other drugs they could get for some party this week. Topper’s voice became like background noise, and you thought to yourself how the other blond always seemed to be around. You knew they were best friends before you started dating, Kelce too, but even Kelce seemed to somewhat have a life outside of Rafe.

Despite what Topper liked to repeat, you wondered if it was because he was still kind of hung up on Sarah. It wasn’t your place to say how he really felt about her because all that mattered was that to him, she was his first love. Unfortunately, John B was hers, and you and Topper were far from close enough to know what his thoughts really were.

Prepared to leave Rafe alone with what felt like the other person in this relationship at times, you made your way downstairs for something to drink.

You happily danced with some girl you’d befriended for the night. She was just as drunk as you, her boyfriend ditching her after some argument. At least, that was what she’d slurred to you, clearly having word vomit as she rambled. You’d listened intently, frowning at the fact that he just left her.

“Don’t worry,” she had waved you off. “…my friends are on their way.”

That had relieved you some, and she was more than happy to agree when you offered to hang out with her until they did. She was nice enough, and deep down, some part of you wondered if she still would be if she knew you weren’t a Kook. It was a thought you often had whenever you found yourself immersed in Rafe’s world.

You always felt like an imposter, like you were living a life that wasn’t actually yours. Your place here was conditional, and you knew it, and you knew that if it weren’t for Rafe, you wouldn’t get treated half as nice as you did. It was a thought that troubled you, but Rafe made it worth it.

You turned to look at the blond as he leaned against the wall with Topper and Kelce, a fond smile on his pink lips when his eyes met yours.

Of all the girls on this entire island, he chose you. It was daunting at first to say the least, but clearly Rafe saw something in you that he loved. That he wanted for himself, and eventually your skepticism had faded away to acceptance.

“…but I’m a Pogue,” you had said to Rafe one night after a date during the early stages of your relationship.

He’d bitten his lip, blue eyes glinting as he drank you in.

“Yeah, but I don’t care,” he’d replied, fingers touching your chin. “…you’re different.”

It had made you frown, not quite agreeing with his compartmentalization, but then he had kissed you and helped you out of the truck and taken you on one of the best dates you’d ever experienced. You looked away from him when the girl at your side said her goodbyes, relief filling you both when she joined her friends.

You stumbled your way towards Rafe, and he reached for you to help you the rest of the way. Kelce was gone, and you could feel Topper’s eyes on you both when you kissed him.

“New friend?” Rafe drawled, and you shrugged.

“Kind of. Her asshole of a boyfriend just left her,” you scoffed in disbelief. “She was all alone.”

“What a jerk,” Rafe chuckled.

“Where’d Kelce go?” you wondered since he’d just been here.

“He went chasing after some girl he’s been trying to get for weeks,” Topper answered with a laugh, bringing his beer up to his lips. “He’s got no shot.”

Rafe joined him, a grin on his own lips.

“50 bucks says he gets a drink thrown in his face,” your boyfriend said.

You rolled your eyes at them, looking away as Rafe’s hands slid over your waist, pulling you against him. Some girl was walking out of the kitchen with homemade cocktails, and you waved her over. If you weren’t mistaken, this was her house, and she confirmed it when she finally made her way to you.

“Careful,” she warned you when she handed you one. “You can’t taste the alcohol and that makes it dangerous.”

You thanked her for the warning, taking a sip as she waited to see how it turned out. The flavor was sweet on your tongue, and you complimented her with wide eyes. As you did so, you could hear Topper’s voice behind you. Low so you knew he was trying to whisper, but just loud enough to reach your ears.

“Y/N looks really good tonight…”

You frowned slightly at that, taking another sip as the girl told you what she’d put in the drink in case you wanted to make it sometime.

“You just noticed?” you heard Rafe chuckle, voice muffled slightly by his cup.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he sounded offended on your behalf. You heard Topper hit his arm, a light scoff escaping him.

“She always looks hot, but you know what I mean,” his tone was light. “I’m trying to compliment your girlfriend, man.”

Rafe’s only response was a hum after a while, and when the other girl left, you turned to make him take a sip. Rafe didn’t like what he liked to call ‘girly drinks’, but he rolled his eyes and took a sip, nonetheless. As he did, your eyes accidentally met Topper’s, and you sent him an awkward smile. He didn’t return it right away, blue eyes boring into yours before the corner of his mouth eventually curved upwards.

It was another hour or so when the drugs finally came out. You weren’t surprised when Topper went to cop some, and Rafe briefly kissed you as soon as you’d finished your drink. His arms circled around your waist, pulling you closer while his lips grazed your ear.

“You want to head upstairs?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ve been fighting a headache for about half an hour now,” you complained, and Rafe shook his head at you.

“Okay, grandma,” he teased just as Topper returned.

He and Rafe shared a brief look as he told Topper you guys were heading upstairs. Your hand was in Rafe’s as he led you up there, Topper behind you both as they joked about the girl Kelce was striking out with. All of the alcohol in your system had you stumbling a bit, Topper’s hand on your back steadying you, and even though you thanked him, you couldn’t help the slight frown that fell over your face.

You and Topper were as close as you could be with you being Rafe’s girlfriend and all, but you couldn’t ever recall a time where he’d touched you. Not even to help you down some stairs. Rafe was always there, and he got jealous over the most harmless of things. You both knew that, and yet, Rafe didn’t look upset at all when he glanced back.

You couldn’t remember whose house you were in, the cocktail girl now faceless in your mind, but Rafe seemed to, at ease as he walked into an empty room. His hand was still in yours as he pulled you inside, and you faintly noted the sound of the door clicking shut as Topper closed it. You thought nothing of it, recalling the many times you’d gotten high with them in whatever empty room they could find.

Sometimes Kelce was present too, sometimes with Topper absent, but Rafe was always there.

You made your way towards the window, looking down at the yard with a light laugh. Some guy was being pushed into the pool, a harmless fight breaking out as he and the girl splashed each other. You could hear Rafe and Topper snorting a line or 2 behind you, and you turned when Rafe softly called your name. It dripped like honey from his lips.

He was holding his hand out to you when you faced him, sitting at the desk. Her jerked his head, motioning for you to come over. Topper was leaning against it, blue eyes meeting yours as you neared them.

“It’s all nice and neat for you just like you like,” your boyfriend mocked.

“Ha ha.”

Never in your life did you ever think you’d be used to snorting anything, but you didn’t make a habit out of it. Only doing so here and there, but always with Rafe around. That was the only time you even felt comfortable getting high. You didn’t trust anyone else.

A hand was in your hair as you leaned over and inhaled the small line, and when you sat up, you noticed that Rafe was making another line for himself…hands occupied. Your brows knitted, but when you looked over at Topper, he was already walking away.

Rafe snorted another line and pulled you against him as he stood. You laughed into his mouth as he kissed you, the display of affection with a present audience common. His hand reached down to grope you, and again, this wasn’t uncommon. However, you did jerk a bit when he tried to slip his hand into your shorts.

“Rafe!”

You laughed it off, but you did look at him like he’d lost his mind. He had never tried to go that far with anyone else present before.

“Topper’s right there,” you harshly reminded him. “Don’t be gross.”

He pulled you back when you tried to go back towards the window, wrapping his arms around you as he pressed his chest to your back.

“Topper doesn’t mind,” he mumbled, pressing kisses along your neck. “Right…?”

Topper was leaning back on the bed, watching you both with a shake of his head. Your frown deepened.

“Nope,” he said, popping the “P” with a small smirk dancing across his lips.

His gaze was unwavering, and you nervously scoffed.

“Well, I do, so…”

You went to move away again, but Rafe held you to him as he walked towards the bed. He turned you around, lips covering yours again, and you pushed at his shoulder. You tried to turn your head.

“Just pretend like he’s not there,” he groaned, tightening his arms around you.

“Rafe, come on,” you sighed, huffing when he gently pushed you onto the bed.

You bounced a bit, and you looked at your boyfriend like he was crazy. You kept thinking to yourself that he couldn’t be serious. Surely the alcohol and coke had fried his brain or something, and you failed to move your foot in time as he reached for it, keeping you in place.

It was hard to ignore Topper’s gaze as Rafe slowly made himself comfortable on top of you, lips meeting yours before kissing his way down your frame, making you squirm. A sharp gasp escaped you when he nipped at your hip, his hand coming up to slide under your bathing suit top.

“Rafe,” you sharply said, trying to sit up, but the combination of alcohol and coke was making it really hard.

Everything seemed to hit you all at once, and you blinked a few times.

“Show Topper how pretty you are,” he moaned, teeth nipping at your thighs.

When Topper’s hand landed on your other leg, that was when you found the strength to sit up. You didn’t like this, and you told Rafe that.

“I don’t…I don’t like this,” you mumbled, trying to get off of the bed, but then Topper’s lips were on yours, making your eyes widen.

You had never once thought about kissing the other man, not even in passing, but you were still surprised at how soft his lips were. They pressed against yours, slightly bitter with the taste of beer, and his hand pressed into the mattress beside your hip as he moved closer. His breath mingling with yours made you gasp, eyes widening.

You pushed at him, looking at him in shock before your eyes fell to Rafe. But your so-called jealous boyfriend didn’t look it, at all. His blue gaze was focused intently on you, teeth still grazing over your skin, tongue darting out here and there. There was a sinking feeling in your gut, and you really wanted to leave.

“I’m going home-.”

Rafe’s hand on your jaw cut you off, and you looked at him with wide eyes as his nose brushed yours, dark blond strands touching your forehead. He’d moved so fast it made your heart skip a beat, and you swallowed at his tight hold on your face.

“Lighten up, yeah…? We’re having fun,” he slurred, a look in his eyes that made your heart race.

“I’m not.”

You tried to get away again, but Rafe was pushing you down, hands on your wrist as he pinned you down.

“Relax,” he drawled. “Show Topper how good you are.”

“Rafe, this isn’t funny-!”

A gasp left you when Topper’s lips descended over your chest. You didn’t even feel him pull the top down. His other hand was working it’s way into your shorts, and Rafe kissed at your throat as it did. Your mind was telling you what was happening, but you were having a hard time believing it was real. Some part of you was trying to convince yourself that somewhere along the way the coke and alcohol had knocked you out, and this was all a nightmare.

“Rafe, I don’t like this!”

You fought against them both, tears kissing your eyes as you furiously tried to sit up. You managed to slip away for a moment before Rafe was slamming you back down. Your head spun from the movement, and you kicked your feet as he pulled at your shorts. You were growing scared and desperate.

“You’re embarrassing me, babe,” he sighed with a chuckle, but it lacked humor, and you wanted to be sick.

Topper’s hands were on your legs, and Rafe moved towards your head, one hand on your shoulder while the other was under your chin, tilting your head up so he could kiss you. You could feel Topper settling between your legs, and your chest heaved. Rafe moved his mouth over yours, and you could hear the whisper of clothes falling to the floor.

“Be a good girl,” your boyfriend purred, eyes focusing on Topper now.

You followed his gaze, only briefly catching the sight of Topper hard and ready before settling between your legs. Your heart sank to your stomach, but everything coursing through your system made it hard to move. The room was tilting, spinning slightly, and your hands against Rafe weren’t doing much. You could feel Topper’s hands running along your legs, his unfamiliar touch making you cringe.

“You love me right…?” Rafe asked, lips ghosting over yours.

“Yes, but-!”

“…but what?”

Rafe’s voice was colder now as he stared into your eyes, and you shuddered when you felt Topper run his fingers over you. He played with your folds and swiped his fingers over you before pushing them inside. You whined, bucking against him in an effort to get him off, hands trying to push back at Rafe.

“You don’t think it’ll make me happy to see my friend happy?”

You couldn’t find the right words to respond to that, gasping as Topper curled his fingers into you. You heard him curse, and you felt his other hand pressing to the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs. Your lashes fluttered, and Rafe pinned you down.

Your mouth parted into an ‘O’ shape as Topper began to push his way into you. He stretched you, sinking into you torturously slow. Your shaky gaze was focused on Rafe who seemed to be focused on where Topper was sliding into you. The other blond moaned when he filled you completely, remaining still for a moment to adjust. You hadn’t even realized you’d started crying until your tears hit your ears.

Rafe shushed you, peppering kisses along your face as Topper pulled out before pushing his cock back into you.

“Show him how good you are for me, hmm?”

“No-.”

You were cut off when Rafe grabbed your wrists, pinning them beside your head and kissing along your throat. Topper’s heavy breathing reached your ears, and your back arched, chest pointing upwards as his cock stroked your walls. His unfamiliar hands were on your thighs, groping at them with a possessiveness that scared you. The more you accepted that this was happening, the more you cried.

When Rafe finally let you go, your relief was short-lived.

Topper caged you in completely now, his breath in your ear. His hands hooked underneath your thighs, hips snapping into yours. He slid into you with ease now, the sound of your involuntary arousal filling the room despite the muffled sounds of the party that could still be heard. You pushed at his chest, but he wasn’t budging, too caught up in the feel of you clinging to his length with every movement.

Your attention was drawn to the faint sound of Rafe standing. You watched in despair as he locked the door, the sound deafening in the room. The room was still swaying, and you felt so light and confused. The alcohol was fully settled in your system now, and it was warring with the coke. You slowly blinked, head lolling a bit to watch Topper move above you.

He leaned in, nose brushing yours, and you couldn’t swallow down the small moan that left your lips. You watched his lashes flutter, blue eyes flitting between yours. You watched him swallow, breathing shallow as he continued to fuck you, an unreadable look on his face.

The bed dipped beside you as Rafe joined you again, fingers grazing your chin as he turned your head towards him. His shirt was gone, and he pressed his lips to yours. You could barely move them, weakly protesting as he kissed you. He hummed into it, fingers still on your chin as he turned your head towards Topper in time for his lips to meet yours too.

He was fervent as he moved his mouth against yours, moaning into it. His hand found your neck, fingers curling around the back as he held your head in place. You could hear Rafe undressing, and your movements were sluggish as you reached up to grab at Topper’s arms. His lips traveled down over your chin and to your neck, tongue darting out to taste you just as Rafe’s hand tangled in your hair.

There seemed to be some cue that you missed because Topper pulled out of you with a groan. You shuddered at the feel, weakly protesting again as Rafe grabbed you, kissing you before turning you over. That just made the room spin more, and your nails scraped the sheets while his hands settled on your hips. He entered you in one smooth thrust, and you gasped.

Even the familiar feel of his cock couldn’t make this better. You were so confused and hurt and scared. You started crying again, and you felt Topper wiping at your cheeks, gently shushing you as his hand ghosted over your face. Rafe pulled you up so that your back met his chest, sinking into you over and over. His hand wrapped around your throat, and his lips met your ear.

“You’re so pretty babe,” he whispered. “You should be proud that I want to show you off…show Topper how good you feel…how good you taste…”

At that, Topper’s mouth wrapped around a hardened bud, and you couldn’t swallow down the whine that left you. His hands found a place on your hips as he kissed down your body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His teeth grazed your lower stomach before nipping at your hip as Rafe had done earlier.

You couldn’t get a good grasp of time, unsure if 30 minutes or an hour had gone by. They took turns, taking you apart underneath them and relishing in the sounds of your whimpers and moans. When Topper finally came inside of you, he’d gripped you so tight you were sure there’d be bruises. He had moaned into your mouth, and you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from coming around him, walls fluttering against your will and thighs trembling.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he’d hissed, and your fingers had twisted into the sheets.

“Doesn’t she feel good?” Rafe had said, sounding proud, and Topper had only moaned in response.

You were exhausted, barely moving at all when Rafe took his place, the alcohol on the verge of knocking you out completely. Your head lolled, and you murmured something unintelligible that Rafe quickly swallowed with a kiss. You could feel the mess you were making on the bed, every push of Rafe’s cock making a noise that would’ve embarrassed you had you been more lucid.

He slammed into you, teeth gritted and fingers twisting into the sheets beside your head. You were beyond sensitive from your first orgasm, shaking beneath him already. You squeezed your eyes shut when Topper reached down to brush his fingers over you, helping you along and making you clench down onto Rafe. You cried out, hanging onto Rafe’s arms, nails digging into his skin, unable to stop your hips from lifting to meet his.

His cock hit something in you that had you seeing stars, and your chest arched upwards.

“She’s so pretty when she comes,” you heard Topper murmur, fatigue clearly creeping up on him.

Rafe hummed in agreement, stilling against you, coming deep inside of you with a low moan. He looked tired too, and when he pulled out to collapse at your side, you couldn’t even find the strength to get up. Your lashes fluttered, and you ached, desperately wanting to leave as soon as you found the strength to. Rafe’s fingers grazed your own, and you couldn’t even pull them away, wanting to be as far away from him as possible, right now.

Darkness crept along the outskirts of your vision, and you could only exhale when Topper’s hand cupped your face, soft lips brushing over your tear-stained cheek.

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toxicanonymity · 21 days

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Hope you don't mind me spamming you a bit. I appreciate your reviews and commentary! Other movies that came to mind which I enjoyed were Ready Or Not, The Invitation, Don't Breathe, Black Christmas, Last Night inSoho (technically this is a horror movie). And because it's popular, what are your thoughts on A Quiet Place?

I don't mind one bit. These are fun questions, especially this one. Buckle up lmaoooo.

Ready or Not - I liked it, and it inspired the wedding dress in one of my darker stories.

The Invitation - Hell yes, love a dark dinner party movie. Won't spoil why.

Don't Breathe - Loved. So depraved. If you haven't seen it I won't spoil, but holy shit lol. Kink alert.

Black Christmas - Yes! Prefer the original by a mile, but enjoyed the Blumhouse take too.

Last Night in Soho - Need to see this, it's on my list.

A Quiet Place - Okay. . .Just my passionate opinion: I fear there is no movie I despise more. My disdain is well-known among friends. I'm about to go off.

Krasinski referring to his film as "elevated horror" put him on my bad side from the start. Really low to put down others to promote himself. Dismissing an entire diverse genre, disrespecting everyone who paved the way.

Krasinski gets (takes) far too much credit for things that have been done and done better, including the climax which mirrors The Descent Part 2, shot-for-shot. Don't Breathe is another example of the have-to-be-quiet premise.

Huge hit among non-horror fans who didn't know better and raved about its originality. Meanwhile gushing, "I'm not even into horror." Soo maybe they hadn't seen much? Especially lesser known movies. The horror tent is big enough for all, but he brought new fans into it while infusing them with his condescending attitude.

Far too many gratuitous close-ups of himself going 🤫. This man's ego, stg.

Some of us detected a strong whiff of right-wing energy. Pro-life in a risk everyone's lives for a fetus way. Pro-gun in a rural, white, get off my land way (btw I'm obsessed with John Wick. it's not the use of guns in this, it's the energy).

He bragged about how his wife was so unaffected by her most intense scene (childbirth) that after it she said, "Who's ready for lunch?" Why is that so good, John? Is your view as a director that actors should snap in and out of character and not be affected by their roles? If she needed to cry or rest, would he think less of her? Personally I admire people who feel. Also, harder to imagine paying a man the same compliment.

I have one nice thing to say, which is that it's nice to see deaf/hard-of-hearing representation, and it was the least they could do good to cast an actress from the community as his daughter.👍

If they committed to total silence instead of using a dramatic score, that would've been cool.

You can do your own take on an old concept and make it good. But to meanwhile put down everything else to distinguish/promote himself?? That ain't it.

Anyway, I still hate-watched the sequel (not nearly as bad) and may do the same with the prequel 🤪.

#horror!ask #toxask #RANT AHEAD #i have QUALMS so many qualms with A Quiet Place #elevated horror #HOT TAKE #hot horror take

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The Continental: John Wick Prequel Series Trailer Is Loaded With Guns, Fights and One ‘Lovely’ Katie McGrath

#the continental #katie mcgrath

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i-who-has-never-had-a-name · 2 months

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Films the Crows would like:

Kaz: Trainspotting, Kill Bill, The Killing of a Sacred Deer (even though I think it's bad), Gone Girl, Parasite, Snowpiercer, A clockwork orange, Citizen Kane, Sin City, The Dark Knight, Tarantino films, the Godfather, Come and See, V for Vendetta, Prisoners, Silence of tbe Lambs, No country for old men, City of God, Shawshank Redemption, Kubrick's and Hitchcock's work (except lolita bc that's gross), Hunger Games Trilogy, All of Aronofsky's work (Black Swan, Requiem for a dream etc.), Memories of Murder, Donnie Darko, Fight Club, Taxi Driver, Oldboy, Blade Runner 2049,

As for series he would like Breaking Bad, Death Note, Aot and Vinland Saga, Berserk maybe, Prison Break but like only the first two seasons and The Walking Dead.

Inej: Ladybird, Little Women, Anna Karenina, The Virgin Suicides, Marie Antoinette, Lost in Translation, Girl, Interrupted, Everything Everywhere all at once, Nomadland, The Florida Project, Alice in Wonderland (the Tim burton one), Hard Candy, In the Corner of this World, portrait of a lady on fire and Princess Mononoke. I can't really think of other ones to be honest.

I'm not really sure what series she would like. Maybe Ai Yazawa's animes? I'm not sure.

Jesper: Star Wars (the original trilogy and the prequels), Indiana Jones, Life of Brian, Ferris Bueller's Day off, American Pie, MIB, Terminator, Ghostbusters, Scream, Back to the future etc. He definitely likes fun adventure movies. Also a lot of animated movies like The Lego Movie and Lego Batman (masterpieces) and Pixar and Dreamwork's Movies (his favorites being Toy story and Shrek). Also Disney classics like treasure planet and Atlantis. Probably also western movies and he'd idolize Clint Eastwood.

Favorite Series are The Office, Cowboy Bebop, Samurai Champloo etc.

Wylan: Perks of being a wallflower, Ladybird, Howl's moving castle, Billy Elliot, Your Name, Dead Poet's society, Stardust, Narnia, La La Land, Lotr trilogy (his comfort movies), Call me by your name and all of Wes Anderson's movies. I think he'd be secretly a huge filmnerd who also loves A24 movies, David Fincher, arthouse movies etc. But I think he would be a bit embarrassed by it.

His favorite series are Doctor Who (David Tennant Version because that's the best one), Fargo and Good Omens.

Nina: A sucker for romance and chick flicks, especially romantic comedies. The Notebook, Mamma Mia!, When Harry met Sally, Mean Girls, She's the Man, badly written Netflix romantic comedies,

She likes reality TV and desperate housewives, sex and the city, friends and modern family.

Matthias: 1917, Saving Private Ryan, All quiet on the western front, Hacksaw Ridge, The Notebook, Dunkirk, John Wick movies and other action movies. My taste is completely different so it's very difficult for me to think of other movies he would like.

I don't think he would watch a lot of series because it takes up a lot of time. Not the guy to concern himself with entertainment and media really but does enjoy a good story.

Feel free to criticize me or suggest other media. Maybe I should also make a list about the music they'd like?

#kaz brekker would definitely be a film bro but he'd have a great taste so it's okay #I feel kind of embarassed about my headcannons idk why #do other people also experience shame when they have hc?#six of crows #crooked kingdom #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar

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charliejaneanders · 7 months

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If they had to do a John Wick prequel I wish it had been about his dog, tracing back several generations of good dogs who maybe also were friends with assassins. Maybe John Wick's dog had an ancestor who belonged to Mata Hari. The dogs could tell their stories! It would be great.

Basically I want a whole John Wick dog universe, where the dogs have their own secret society and they communicate by peeing on things, and maybe there's a special doggie hotel where they can't bite each other, and they have special doggie tokens.

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nkn1 · 2 months

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We are in the 1970’s.

My job in the film industry is to create a believable, authentic-looking environment. I paint graffiti, write tags ,make street doodlings and everything else which is appearing on the streets in time and place. The following is a selection of one of my most recent and largest work from the last years, where I created thousands of graffiti and street writings for the prequel of the famous John Wick saga, The Continental. About the styles : It was a bit of mix of ages, the production designer wanted to see more variety of styles, not just the classic 70’s styles, so I tried mix the late 70’s with the early 80’s. Thank you so much for the awesome hungarian and US team for being a part of this super-cool movie! It's always harder to do something authentically “not good” than to do something nice and preciese.

#continental #john wick #graffiti #filmindustry #filmshoot #new york #1970s

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