Guillermo you’ll never be a vampire if you can’t start committing to the bit.
Bonus “she’s a lil confused but she’s got the spirit”:
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ID: 1a. Close up of Nadja talking to the camera with a confident grin, holding up a finger gun. She says, “Oh, yeah. I’ve got plenty more money-making schemes up my sleeve!” 1b. Nadja sitting at a desktop computer wearing a gaming headset, hands positioned over the mouse and wasd keys. She squints, reading a message off the screen aloud, “Show your tits for 12 months?” 1c. Nadja shrugs and begins to unbuckle her bodice, replying, “That is a long time, but okay!” On the side, the chat featuring users like “lady-dommy-trek”, “The_Guide”, and “discalculia96240” begins to explode with pog faces. On Nadja’s other side there is an excerpt from an email that reads ‘Dear NadjaPaxos1666, You have been permanently banned from Twitch for violating community rules’.
2a. Charmaine opens the door of her house to see Nadja, who smiles and says, “Hello, Charmaine! May I come in!” Charmaine responds, “Of course!” 2b. Nadja immediately kneels in front of the couch and starts digging between the cushions for loose change, smiling awkwardly up at Charmaine and asking, “So, uh, how have you been?” Charmaine just stares at her with an uncertain “um.”
3a. Nadja is counting out the change in her hand, looking up in surprise when Guillermo comes up behind her and casually asks, “Couldn’t you just hypnotize people into giving you their money?” 3b. Nadja whirls around at him, snarling, “What the fuck did you say?! What is wrong with you?!” Guillermo looks awkwardly away.
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4. Nadja lays stretched out on a chaise, naked, hair draped artfully over her chest. In the foreground, Donal Logue is painting her likeness on a canvas. Laszlo, leaning against the side of the chaise, asks, “My dear lady wife, why is Donal Logue here painting your glorious body?” Nadja grins and replies, “Humans will pay money for my boobs on the Internets.” Laszlo responds, “Ohh, fantastic.” /end ID
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“Septon Cellador spoke up. “This boy Satin. It’s said you mean to make him your steward and squire, in Tollett’s place. My lord, the boy’s a whore…a…dare I say…a painted catamite from the brothels of Oldtown.”
And you are a drunk. “What he was in Oldtown is none of our concern. He’s quick to learn and very clever. The other recruits started out despising him, but he won them over and made friends of them all. He’s fearless in a fight and can even read and write after a fashion. He should be capable of fetching me my meals and saddling my horse, don’t you think?”
- Jon {A Dance With Dragons}
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Donal Logue as Bowen Marsh
Conan Gray as Satin Flowers
Ferdia Walsh-Peelo as Jon Snow
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"OK, Vampire Anatomy 101, crosses and holy water don't do dick so forget what you've seen in the movies. You use a wooden stake, silver or sunlight to kill them. You know how to use one of these?"
*hands her a gun*
"No, but I'll damn sure learn quick. "
"Safety's off, round's already chambered. Silver hollow-point bullets filled with garlic. You aim for the head or the heart. Anything else, its your ass."
Happy 25th Anniversary to Blade
August 21st 1998-August 21st 2023
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// synchronicities pt. 13
So I kinda made a post similar to this [here] about their similarities when they’re described by fans but when I saw this Elvis quote from his director, it immediately reminded me of a quote I saw about Austin on set a while ago.
To me this is one of the biggest “synchronicities” they have - their humbleness, kindness, patience, etc. There are so many stories & quotes for both of them proving this. While their personalities are obviously quite different, I find it interesting that they are often described so similarly in their interactions with others.
“Not cocky at all.”
Elvis with fans on set of Loving You (1957)
"On set, Elvis was not cocky at all. Once he was told what to do, he did it, and did it very well. He was very playful between setups (but) he came on set knowing his lines.
If anyone had a suggestion, he would always entertain it. He was a delight to work with - very intuitive and prompt. He showed up. That's a big step in anybody's movie career - just showing up on time"
-Director Hal Kanter
"Without a shred of arrogance."
Austin with Donal Logue & Miranda Cosgrove on set of Intruders (2015)
“There was an old guitar in the room we shot this pic in. I tuned it up and started messing around and Austin complimented my rudimentary skills.
Later that day, when everyone was at lunch, I walked in the house and heard someone tearing it up on the guitar. I climbed the stairs, peeked my head in the door, and saw it was Austin.
That private moment told me so much about the young man. He is deeply talented, without a shred of arrogance.
Earlier, he didn't say anything about his skill on the guitar or seek to step in and show us all what he could do. He waited until the house was empty, found a corner, and made it sing.
Gracious, soft spoken, and insanely talented, Austin is proof (stealing a Tim Minear quote) that ‘God does indeed give with both hands’.”
-Costar, Donal Logue
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Donal Logue as human Garfield?!
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All My Puny Sorrows (Michael McGowan, 2021)
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they're so wrong for this >
What We Do in the Shadows: Every Guest Star Appearance, Ranked
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Gotham rewatch: Harvey appreciation.
“WHAT’S AUSPICIOUS?”
Paying for Dix’s care.
Backing Jim…even if it is morally gray.
Stepping up as acting Captain.
This scene right here. ⬇️
“Get the woman a coffee.”
“Fight the virus, not my car!”
ALWAYS backing Jim Gordon. Especially the train scene.
Admitting Lucius is smarter than him.
His mad respect for Alfred.
Honestly, I never liked Bullock in other incarnations, but in Gotham he is just a delight. Talk about character growth.
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experiment on me — jerome valeska
experiment on me — jerome valeska
warnings: a punch thrown so far
notes: two parts? maybe three. the reader is gn.
word count: 559
Jerome Valeska was finally silenced to a halt after being put in handcuffs and mailed off to Arkham without a hitch. He got into fisticuffs and ran his show, as well as getting his face punched off, and saying he had quite the day was an understatement.
But to him, the walls of Arkham were getting way too familiar than he precedented, despite running the show in a place he once called home temporarily. All the other locked-up systematic outlaws and failures were getting way too stale for him to handle.
Jerome was on his hands and knees begging for some stimulation and uprising. He couldn’t stand it anymore. When Jerome gets his hands on his friends, and he would, he was gonna blow the building like no other person had dared.
Then came in (y/n), someone who didn’t need saving even at the hands of a disappointing city with too many flaws. A city that Jerome and (y/n) were proud to call their home.
Oh, the thrill of someone new. Jerome was excited. Someone with flair, style, and panache. Finally, he was getting lucky in his unfortunate incarceration at Arkham.
But (y/n) didn’t plan on staying there long.
“Hey,” They snapped, “Ginger raccoon.” (y/n) was getting tired of countless attempts at getting Jerome’s attention, so in turn, they backed up and threw a punch. Hopefully, that would wake the smiling psycho up from whatever fantasy land he was in at the moment.
You could tell he was awakening something inside him as his facial expression was recognizing that he had gotten punched. “Oh,” He grumbled, backing up, and touching his cheek gingerly as if it were severely injured. “Thanks for the wake-up call.”
“About damn time.” (y/n) muttered as they now finally had a grasp on the ginger’s attention.
“Now, look,” They whispered, leaning in, “I can tell you’re not new here, and definitely have thrown your hat in the ring way too many times.” They then glanced at one of the many guards that loomed around the halls to keep the inmates in order, “You see that unaffected sad sack over there?”
Jerome seemed intrigued, arching a brow and leaning forward, “I need you to get his attention.”
“Why not get all of them?” Jerome asked, throwing out his arms in question, “Wouldn’t that be easier?” He pushed himself away from the table, going forward to stand on it and cupping his hands around his face to holler.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention!”
And as if they were zombies, anyone who wasn’t at least partially brain-dead turned their focus flat straight at Jerome, incoherent mumbles and questions being heard throughout the crowd.
“Today will be the day!”
The mumbles and those who were talking to themselves suddenly started to cheer as if they were some high school mob at a pep rally or sporting event, some of them even standing up to copy Jerome, who they adored with an unknowing passion.
“Today will be the day!”
The crowd cheered once again, but this time with a further sense of determination and insanity, with half of them unsure of what the day was or what exactly they were cheering for; most of them were too unhinged to comprehend their own sense of being.
Then that’s when the lights went out.
And everything turned to chaos.
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