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cuddlerlouis · 2 years

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Hey can you share what statement you're talking about? I've been feeling very annoyed by people's behavior re dwd so i love seeing cast and crew addressing stuff but I dont always know where to find it. Thanks in advance :)

Forty members of the Don't Worry Darling crew and production team are speaking out following accusations of on-set tension tied to the recently released film.

Vulture reported on Friday that film star Florence Pugh and director/star Olivia Wilde got into a "screaming match" on the Don't Worry Darling set, citing an unnamed insider who reportedly spent "significant time" behind the scenes of the film.

Claiming that a "blowout argument" took place between Wilde, 38, and Pugh, 26, in January 2021, the outlet reported that Pugh was allegedly upset with Wilde's "frequent, unexplained absences," stating that she and star Harry Styles, who are dating, "would just disappear."

Now, in an exclusive statement to PEOPLE, personnel who worked on Don't Worry Darling say that any rumors of onset tensions "are completely false."

"As a crew, we've avoided addressing the absurd gossip surrounding the movie we're so proud of, but feel the need to correct the anonymous 'sources' quoted in a recent article," the statement begins. "Any allegations about unprofessional behavior on the set of Don't Worry Darling are completely false."

Calling Wilde "an incredible leader and director who was present with and involved in every aspect of production," the behind-the-scenes workers said the star "ran this set with class and respect for everyone involved."

They also stated, "There was never a screaming match between our director and anyone, let alone a member of our cast," referencing Vulture's claims about an onset feud between Wilde and Pugh.

"We are happy to put our names on this, as real people who worked on the film, and who have witnessed and benefitted from the collaborative and safe space Olivia creates as a director and leader," the statement continued. "We're also thrilled that the movie is in theaters this weekend. We can't wait for you to see it on the big screen."

Miri Yoon, a producer for Don't Worry Darling, also told PEOPLE exclusively, "Rumors of screaming matches between our director and leading lady on set are completely unfounded. We truly hope you enjoy the movie."

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See the full list of names of the 40 members of the Don't Worry Darling crew and production team below:

Chris Baugh, location manager

Josh Bramer, property master

Katie Byron, production designer

Matthew Libatique, director of photography

Steve Morrow, sound mixer

Arianne Phillips, costume designer

Alex G. Scott, executive producer

Katie Silberman, writer/producer

Heba Thorisdottir, makeup department head

Eliana Alcouloumre, production assistant

Mary Florence Brown, art director

Monica Chamberlain, assistant costume designer

Conrad Curtis, second second assistant director

Raphael Di Febo, assistant property master

Rachael Ferrara, set decorator

Jake Ferrero, lighting technician

Jeff Ferrero, gaffer

Zach Gulla, set dresser

Yani Gutierrez, production assistant

David Hecht, assistant property master

Becca Holstein, director's assistant

Nic Jones, programmer

Michael Kaleta, boom operator

Gerardo Lara, electrician

JB Leconte, rig programmer

Lexi Lee, set dresser

John Mang, dolly grip

Mark Mann, best boy

Gideon Markham, lighting console programmer

Alex Mazekian, graphic artist

Melissa McSorley, food stylist

Bryan Mendoza, sound utility

Luis Moreno, rigging gaffer

Noelle Pinola, set dresser

Scott Sakamoto, A camera operator

Chris Scharffenberg, set dresser

Grace Shaw, production assistant

Alexander Szuch, electrician

Erika Toth, art director

Tricia Yoo, set costumer

#asks #anonymous

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shadowednavi · 1 year

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All the cool kids are making intro posts, and with a whole bunch of new followers, I feel like I should make one too~

Hi there, my name is Tricia! I'm 35 years old and use she/her pronouns. I've been going by shadowednavi for over 20 years, so if you see a shadowednavi anywhere on the internet, that's me, hello!

I'm a tailor by trade, with skill specialties in both bridal alterations and gender-affirming fashion. I used to do illustration work and commissions, but burned myself out several years ago, so these days I pretty much just do art for myself. I have two degrees in music that I do nothing with, but it was very cool to study. Basically, I have no off switch and if it involves making something, I will try it. Making things is fun! My art tag is "oh god it's my art"

My blog is a combination of fan stuff, art stuff, shitposts, catposts, polls, queer positivity, and occasionally real-world things. I never reblog guilt-trippy things, and I'm too old and tired to engage with discourse/drama, so don't bother getting me involved.

My big fandoms are Deltarune/Undertale, Fire Emblem Three Houses, Minecraft and the Life Series, Metal Gear Solid, Sonic, and the entire Zelda catalogue.

That should suffice for an intro, I think! Thanks for checking me out, and I hope you enjoy the things I throw on your dash :)

#intro post #oh god it's me

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redrosesandforgetmenots · 11 months

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Through Your Eyes

All Grown Up (Chapter 1)

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"Five more minutes," Craig groaned as his sister shook him awake. It was too early for the sun to be up yet, but the early spring air was brisk. The window he had left open last night was a far better alarm clock than his sister. Said sister threw a pillow at him.

"You said that ten minutes ago! Get up, get up! You're gonna make me late!" Tricia shrieked. Craig rolled over, letting out a heavy sigh.

“You could walk you know,” He mumbled, only to somehow, despite the angle, be hit with a pillow to the face. “Okay fine, I’m up!” Craig sat up, throwing Tricia off the bed. “Now get out of my room!” Tricia flipped him off before running out and slamming the door shut. Craig sighed, finally getting out of bed. His normal getting ready routine consisted of throwing on the least crusty pair of jeans and the least musty t shirt on his floor, (today, the black shirt emblazoned with the album art for Green Day’s “Dookie” was the best smelling, ironically enough.) On his way out the door he threw on a blue hoodie, his signature blue chullo hat, (the yellow puffball had fallen off a few years ago, the stars hanging down now secured by a few threads,) and a pair of blue converse, now held together by silver duct tape. The sharpie doodles he had given them in class had faded to mere smudges.

Craig grabbed his keys, rushing out the door. “Get your ass in the car,” he said, “we’re gonna be late again.” “It’s your fault!” Tricia was tying her red hair up into a ponytail, “now my hair’s gonna look like shit! Thanks asshole!” Craig rolled his eyes as he unlocked the car, hurrying into the driver seat. At least he had left his backpack in the car last night. The rest of the ride to school was accompanied by music blasting so hard he could barely think, but it was mostly a deterrent from his sister trying to talk to him. He wasn’t ready for this shit so early in the morning…

After everything, the two were five minutes late. Tricia scurried to the office for a late pass, but Craig had more pressing matters. He made his way to the school’s basement where the gym was held, down to the one vending machine in the school that still sold certified junk food. He pressed the half glowing, half broken buttons to get himself a monster, nearly dropping it when a familiar voice snuck up behind him.

“Late again, Tucker?” Mr. Mackey, the school counselor who had somehow followed them all since elementary school, stood behind him. “Let’s prioritize getting to class, mmkay?” Craig turned on his heels, raising his middle finger to the old man before absolutely booking it past him. There was 50/50 chance he’d be given a detention slip mid second period now, but flipping off Mr. Mackey was always worth it. He ran all the way to his first period, barely having time to open the energy drink he’d bought.

From: Little Hellspawn

Tricia: The office lady said you need to get over your senioritus and get me to school on time.

Craig couldn’t help but scoff as he put his phone back in his pocket and made his way to his seat, making his teacher turn around. She gave him a look, but said nothing, turning back to the white board. It didn’t matter to him either way, sitting down and finally getting to have his drink. Oh, sweet battery acid, how he loved thee.

The blonde next to him threw him a judgemental look. Normally, he’d brush it off, but this blonde’s piercing green eyes had a way of getting under his skin. “What?” he asked in a whisper. Tweek folded his arms over his chest, his oversized sweater sliding off one shoulder.

“That stuff is disgu-disgusting…” Tweek replied, sneering at the Monster can on Craig’s desk.

“Oh I’m sorry, I forgot your parents meth coffee was so much better.” Craig hissed back, wiping the look off of Tweek’s face. Tweek sunk down in his chair, mumbling something about how they didn’t do that anymore.

Admittedly, Craig did feel slightly bad. He wasn’t a complete asshole, as much as people liked to believe that. It wasn’t Tweek’s fault his parents were arrested for lacing their coffee with meth. It wasn’t Tweek’s fault they did that in the first place… Craig just hated people thinking they were better than him. That was all, he didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh. Still, he knew he was punching up in this situation.

Tweek was popular… sort of. Being the only openly gay senior at South Park High School, he had been claimed “Gay Best Friend” to head cheerleader Bebe Stevens, and student council president Wendy Testaburger. If Tweek really had a problem with it, he could have Wendy beat the shit out of him, or have Bebe completely dismantle his reputation, not that he thought he really had one. Tweek had the power here, so he could give him a little bit of shit, right? Still… Craig also sunk down in his chair slightly. He didn’t care about Wendy or Bebe, but Tweek seemed genuinely upset.

Whatever… it wasn’t his problem.

*****

Although there was no detention papers given in second period, or third for that matter, no day in the cursed grounds of Craig’s high school would be easy. He had barely entered the cafeteria when he was cornered by Wendy Testaburger. Wow, this day just couldn’t get anymore fun… sarcasm. “What did you say to Tweek? He won’t talk to me and I know you two have first period together!” “What the hell? You’re just gonna assume I said something? That’s a stupid thing to think-”

“You are an asshole Craig Tucker! Just tell me what you said!” Wendy said, backing the taller against the wall. She wouldn't physically lay a hand on him, but there was no way she didn't know that this many eyes on him wouldn't overwhelm him to the point where he felt like he was choking? He felt his breathing begin to pick up in pace.

"I told him his parents meth coffee wasn't better than my fucking monster okay? Lay off!" Craig raised his voice- he hadn't meant to, this was just stressing him out. Wendy did immediately back off, however, a disgusted look gracing her normally gentle features.

"You are a fucking asshole…." Wendy said, before finally heading back to her lunch table. The eyes on him pointedly turned away, and a low murmuring started back up again. With the buzz of the overhead lights, all the noise made Craig feel dizzy. He ignored his friends calling for him, turning out of the cafeteria and heading for the blissful quiet of the art hall. His final class of the day was AP art history, so at least he had an excuse to be there. He made his way up the short steps, almost not noticing a familiar fluff of blonde hair buried in a sketchbook.

From this angle he couldn't see Tweek's face very well, but it was one of the few he could actually point out in a crowd. He hadn't meant to memorize the other's features, but something about them was so intriguing.

"...Hey." Craig said softly, making Tweek jump. He clutched his sketchbook to his chest, before looking up to glare at Craig from where he was sitting on the steps.

"What do you want, Craig?" The other hissed, his normal stutter absent with his menacing tone. Craig resisted every urge to roll his eyes. If this was such a big deal, he should at least say something to make the other feel better.

"... Just wanted to say sorry. For what I said. It was pretty uncalled for." Tweek suddenly looked confused, an expression Craig mirrored. Why was Tweek confused? Had he forgotten what Craig said?

Tweek sat, dumbfounded for a few beats. He released his sketchbook from his chest, closing it with the pencil still inside. "Oh.. I-I mean, it's not… it's not a big deal.."

"Seems like a big deal if Wendy says you won't talk to her. Can I sit here?" Craig was actually hungry, thank you very much, and genuinely needed to sit and eat. And if it was with Tweek around, he might as well get it over with. Tweek nodded, gesturing vaguely to the stair above him. Craig sat, pulling out his lunch box from his backpack. Shit… he had forgotten to actually pack a lunch after leaving his backpack in his car overnight. All that was in there was a bag of goldfish crackers. He dug into his bag to try and find one of the protein bars he kept at the bottom.

"Is that a R-red Racer lunch box?" Tweek asked, eyeing him warily. Craig looked back, just as wary, before giving a small nod. "... I like that show a lot. S-so… ha-have you heard about the l-live action movie?" Craig immediately relaxed. Finally someone who could appreciate Red Racer beyond it being a kids show.

Craig finally found the Cliff bar at the bottom of his bag, two of them, even! "Yeah, I'm not super excited about the casting. I don't know if Margot Robbie would make a good Tracy."

"Oh man, I e-expect this movie to bomb so bad! None of the casting makes any sense!" Tweek had a bright smile on his face, actually showing his yellow teeth. He had a gap between the two in the front that made Craig smile for some reason. "H-honestly I'm probably gonna hate watch it! Di-didnt they already make a live action in 2008 anyways?" Craig nodded to confirm, before holding out one of the bars to Tweek, who's smile immediately dropped.

"Oh- sorry… I-I don't take food f-f-from other people." Craig took note of Tweeks lack of lunch, having only his backpack and sketchbook, and then looked at the overly prominent collar bone sticking out from under the neck of his sweater. He shrugged

"Makes sense." Craig would probably need to eat both of these anyway if he wanted to make it through the rest of the school day. "Did you eat lunch though?" Tweeks eyes suddenly went wide

"I-I mean- not today? B-but I'm eating later with W-Wendy and Bebe an-and I bring one almost every other day I swear-"

"Woah… I'm not like the food police dude. You just didn't seem to have one today. It's okay, Tweek. You're not in trouble." He saw Tweeks shoulders relax, and he readjusted his sweater. Before Craig could say anything else, the bell rang, and the other absolutely booked it up the rest of the stairs, dropping a few papers in his wake. Craig shrugged to himself, picking them up before anyone else could step on them.

The memory of Tweek absolutely beaming at him, gap between his teeth and all was now burned into Craig's memory. Tweek would make a really pretty girl.

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"I just said if he was a girl he would be really pretty, I don't know why you keep insisting that's gay! I said if he was a girl!" Craig found himself defending his stance to Kenny and Clyde. They were smoking weed in Craig's garage, the smoke filling up the space and turning it hazy. Thankfully his mom and dad were at work still.

"Dude, you think a guy is pretty! That's gay!" Clyde said, while Kenny nodded in agreement. He didn't know when Clyde and Kenny became such good friends, but it was getting on Craig's nerves.

"I'm not gay! I just think Tweek would make a pretty girl!" This was why he should just shut up when he was high. He always said dumb shit that made the other two laugh at him.

"You think Tweek fucking Tweak is pretty?" Kenny asked, taking the joint from Craig. "Like, pretty like a girl pretty?"

"I said he'd make a pretty girl."

"So you think he's pretty? Dude! No offense to your tastes but Tweek kind of…" Clyde pursed his lips, choosing his next words carefully.

"He looks like a tweeker!" Kenny said, "Sorry, man, it's not his fault and everything but he looks like he's been on meth for years." Craig made a move to zip Kenny's parka back up. He always talked too damn much when his mouth was uncovered. "Woah, no need to try and undress me, hot stuff! Take me out to dinner first!"

"I'm trying to zip your fucking parka up you dumb ass!" Craig replied, successfully zipping it up all the way to Kenny's mouth.

"Woah, Craig putting more clothes on a guy? Guess he's not gay…" Clyde said, eyebrows raised in fake shock.

"I keep telling you dick wads that! I'm not fucking gay."

"I mean, it's not a problem if you are," Clyde said, Kenny nodding in agreement, "But there are so many other popular guys who are… more in your league?"

"What about Tweek is not in my league? Are you calling me ugly?"

"He's calling Tweek ugly," Kenny clarified in a muffled voice, leaning back in the camping chair he was sitting in.

"Fuck off… He's actually nice looking, unlike you assholes." Clyde laughed, and Kenny did too. "You just don't get it…"

"Yknow what? You're right, we're being totally unfair," Kenny said, unzipping his parka again. "What do you see in Tweek, Craig?"

"I don't know, he's just…" Craig bit his lip, playing with one of the stars at the end of his hat. "He's got really delicate features… his face is heart shaped, and his nose is like… elegant I guess? And he's got these huge eyes… he looks like a painting."

"Tweek definitely has big eyes. He kinda looks like a bug…" Clyde replied, before Kenny held up a hand to stop him.

"No, I kinda get it… Tweek definitely has a deer in the headlights kinda look. So he's pretty like a deer is?"

"No, Kyle looks like a deer… or a moose, maybe," Kenny laughed, nodding, "Tweeks kind of like…A rabbit. Or something." That effectively made the other two bust out laughing, and Craig leaned back with his arms folded. "Fuck you guys…"

*****

That night, as Craig's star protector drifted it's lights lazily across his ceiling and he had actually closed the window, he decided to pull the papers Tweek had dropped out of his back pack to look at them. He was going to hand them back either way, but he might as well see how important they were so he'd know if he could hand them over first thing in the morning or if it could wait until after lunch. A few assignments covered in doodles, a few blank sketchbook pages, and…one portrait.

Craig held the paper, absolutely stunned. It was a drawing of him, his profile captured with gentle pencil strokes and hatch shading… Tweek had to be some sort of artistic genius to not only make him like himself, but also… beautiful, somehow. Maybe it was the lighting in their first period class, there was no way he looked like that in person…

Most of the assignments didn't seem that important, but the sketch was only half finished. He'd wanna finish it, right? Craig pulled his phone off his nightstand. Tweek didn't have Instagram, but Wendy did. And thankfully her dms were open.

Messages from RedRacerFan98 to wendytestaburger

Craig: hey tweek dropped a bunch of papers at lunch can you ask him to meet up with me before school tomorrow. they're assignments and stuff

Wendy: Fine, whatever. Where do you want him to meet you?

Craig: in the art hall is fine

Wendy: Okay, I'll text him.

Craig turned his phone off, carefully slipping the papers back into his backpack. He'd make tomorrow a good morning, try to be as bright and early as possible. After all, now he had an actual reason to try.

#creek #south park #tweek tweak #south park fanfiction #craig tucker #Through Your Eyes

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adamwatchesmovies · 2 years

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Orphan: First Kill (2022)

I know 2009’s Orphan strains plausibility but its demented nature is exactly the kind of thing I lean into. The 2022 prequel, Orphan: First Kill also indulges in the same sort of loopiness but it could've gone even further. The biggest issue with this film is that it doesn’t assign its running time well; wasting time on a first half that’s a lot of “been there, done that” when there's so much stuff in its second half it could expand upon.

In 2007, psychiatric patient Leena Klammer (Isabelle Fuhrman), a 31-year-old woman with a rare hormonal disorder that makes her look like a 10-year-old child escapes from the Saarne Institute. Masquerading as Esther Albright, a child who disappeared 4 years ago, she is brought “home” to wealthy artist Allen (Rossif Sutherland), his wife Tricia (Julia Stiles) and their teenage son, Gunnar (Matthew Finlan).

There are at least 2 dead bodies before the plot even kicks in, which makes the title a misnomer... but never mind. After Leena/Esther's escape, "First Kill" tries to establish its murderous, insane protagonist as a master manipulator who can con her way out of any situation… but fails to convince us. Once accepted as the missing Albright girl, “Esther” makes all sorts of mistakes that you figure will reveal her as an obvious fake. It’s actually a bit frustrating because the first half of the movie is just repeating what we saw in 2009. Esther pretends to be sweet and innocent but she encounters these nasty people that make her true nature emerge, she’s got this thing for the father, the mom starts suspecting something is up, etc. The only major deviations are the prequel-y scenes that answer questions you really didn't need answering: how she learned how to make art with those black light paints, how she managed to get all the way from Estonia to the United States, etc. It's not surprising until we get to a critical point in the story. To tell you what happens means spoiling a big event about halfway through but I don’t feel too bad about doing this, since, without this innovation, the movie isn't doing anything interesting.

We learn - in a deliciously loony scene - that mommy has always known that Esther wasn’t the real thing. She knows the real Esther is dead - accidentally killed by her older brother. Now the tiny demon is trapped in a house with two people as - if not more - despicable than she is. It makes for a really interesting turn. Officially, we're supposed to care for the innocent bystanders - not the killers - in horror film sequels but this movie knows who we really came to see. It makes up for the unremarkable intro. In fact, it's too bad we don't spend even more time with this scenario. Maybe then we'd understand why Esther might think she could ever seduce Allen. As is, they just don't have enough scenes together for you to even believe she's fallen in love with him. I'm sort of so-so on this film, leaning a bit more towards recommending it than not but the second half of this movie makes me want to see another picture, one that pushes good taste aside even further and maybe has her worm her way into a family where the dad is just as twisted and evil as her.

While there are missed opportunities in Orphan: First Kill and there are a few points where it struggles with all of the questions we “wanted” answered, this picture won me over by the end. Initially, the film is treading on a lot of familiar territory but the second half moves in a clever and unexpected direction. I don’t know if it’s wild enough to get someone who wasn’t a fan of the original to be enthusiastic about it but as someone who really enjoyed the original, I feel Orphan: First Kill growing on me. (October 12, 2022)

#Orphan #Orphan: First Kill #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Horror Movies #Horror Films #WIlliam Brent Bell #David Leslie Johnson-McGoldrick #Alex Mace #Isabelle Fuhrman #Rossif Sutherland #Hiro Kanagawa #Matthew Finlan #Julia Stiles #2022 movies #2022 films

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