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newbizarrebird · 4 months
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so there's been a post floating around about how the new gta game is going to cost 150$ at launch. this is obviously not true, and it takes about five seconds of googling to realize that. I personally have no stake in this, I've never played a grand theft auto game and don't plan to play this new one, but this still seemed weird to me.
the reason I decided to look into this is because at the same time tumblr was getting up in arms about the price, people on twitter were freaking out because the gta6 trailer has too many black people in it. I don't think there's some racist conspiracy to generate bad press about this game to stop people from buying it. I did look into the original source for the 150$ as I could find it and the website does have another article that has some phrasing that I find questionable, but they weren't written by the same author, so I don't know. there's probably no connection and I doubt this is a targeted attack to take down 'woke game, grand theft auto six'. mostly the site seems like a place to find out how to get new skins in fortnite. like I said, I'm not invested in gta, I don't want to go too far down this rabbit hole.
my point here really is that I've seen people for the last few days going wild about the James Somerton videos (I've been right there too, no judgement), but then reblog misinformation themselves without a second thought. what we need to learn from James Somerton is to be critical of things that feed into our own biases. plenty of people, myself included, are rightfully pissed with major game studios charging 70$ for games now, so people are ready and willing to believe the worst of them, even when the claims are kind of silly and unsubstantiated. misinformation is rampant right now, and this is a pretty minor case for something that doesn't really matter, and hell, maybe I'm wrong and the game will cost 150$ on release. there's probably going to be some big definitive edition that's almost that much that gives you a bunch of dlc and lets you fuck your car. I've never played a grand theft auto game, maybe you can already do that. but if something sounds a little off or like it's feeding too much into something you already want to believe, maybe take a second to look it up and find a source yourself. that's all.
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crapmagak · 2 years
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Engage Drip Marketing: Vander
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Today, we get to learn more about Vander, the first real Jaegen we’ve had in (checks release dates…) a fucking decade! Really. Three hopes didn’t have one, and Gunter and Mycen don’t actually join your army until much later in the game. The last real Jaegan we really got was Frederick from Awakening.
As for Vander himself, I actually like his design quite a bit. Fire Emblem as a franchise has a critical lack of beards in it, and I like how Vander breaks away from the more moe aesthetic they have going on. Also, I’m a slut for fantasy plate armor and Vander’s looks rad with all the spikes. Makes me excited to see what the generic ax paladin helmet looks like.
Now, before I get into the info on the guy, I’d like to show another tweet about Vander and the twins as a whole. Again, rough google translation…
"Dragon Guardians" protect the main character, who is a divine dragon, who sleeps in the sacred land "Ritos" for generations. I am very surprised at the main character who woke up from a thousand years of sleep.
From this, we learn what Vander and twins' jobs are, and why they meet Alear first.
As for Vander himself…
Vander (voiced by Yoji Ueda) is the 32nd "Dragon Guardian" who protects the divine dragon in the sacred land of Ritos. A reliable companion who has pledged allegiance to Alear, who has been taking care of him since long ago. He has a very serious and strict personality that puts the mission of a guardian first.
So, there's a bit to surmise from this first. 32nd Dragon Guardian, huh? And would you look at that, it’s been 32 years since the first Fire Emblem came out. It’s almost like this game was meant to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the franchise until a worldwide pandemic hit. Now as for “who has been taking care of him since long ago,” this is hard to say because of the translation. At first, it seems like it’s saying Alears looked after Vander since he was a kid. However, Alear’s been asleep for a thousand years, so the original japanese probably meant Vander’s been guarding them for many years.
As for his personality, Vander seems to be your typical honor bound knight of an ancient order, with some strict team dad vibes. Nothing new, but a strong archetype nonetheless. Personally, I believe characters shine the best when they bound off one another, rather than in a vacuum. And this archetype acts as a stable springboard for plenty of personalities in support conversations. I can also see them pulling some comedy out of Vanders loyalty like they did with Frederick, but hopefully not as over the top.
In the next tweet, we get another look at a crit animation, as well as a new map not even seen in the trailers. It reads…
Vander's initial class is "Paladin". An experienced high-ranking knight who rides on a horse for high mobility and uses an ax to smash enemies.
Now this intrigues me. In Fire Emblem, ax’s are seldom associated with cavaliers, especially compared to swords and spears. And yet, axes are the only weapon he wields. Though because weapon ranks aren’t shown, it’s hard to tell if that’s all he can wield. After all, I seriously doubt a promoted class like paladin would be weapon locked. There's also his class sprite, which proudly raises an ax. A cavalier enemy was also shown wielding an ax as well in the direct trailer. At first, one would think Cavaliers have simply switched to being ax focused in Engage, like armor knights in Three Houses. However, in the trailers, pegasus knights have been shown wielding swords, lances, and axes. Hell, we’ve even seen lance and ax armor knights. As such, I have my own theory.
In Fire Emblem Engage, we shall see a class system similar to the Jugdral and Tellius games. There will be multiple mounted classes, divided by weapon type. Thus, Vander is an ax paladin, and we’ll probably receive at least one cavalier unit for each physical weapon type. The same seems true for armor knights and pegasus knights as well.
As for the map itself, I find it exciting. First, it takes place on a bridge at night, surrounded by pillars. The pillars look just like the one surrounding Elears room, and if you look at the world map, there's a castle in the holy land with a bridge connecting to a spire. Another element of note seems to be rubble on the map, and some of the pillars being broken. From a gameplay perspective, this is obviously so the map isn’t just a hallway. From a story perspective, I wonder if the building has just started to deteriorate over a hundred years, or is this the result of an attack. Considering people seem to be living and tending to the castle, I believe the latter. Considering Vander is only level 1, and you start with the same four units, I believe this is the second chapter of the game.
There's also the enemies our heroes fight. The colors they wear are the exact same as the Elusians fought in the direct trailer, and I doubt green is just the generic enemy color in this game. I’m curious about who they are, considering the map and promotional material. We have a verdant kingdom full of farmland and windmills that seems to have a blue aesthetic, judging from Alfred, the Firnese Dress, and the blue banner with a flower on it. The token desert region seems to have a yellow clothing aesthetic, judging from the special edition box, and all of the Elusians shown off are pale skinned. The cliffy, autumn region has red banners, and we’ve seen plenty of characters in red, including a major general or king. Finally, there's the kingdom where all the gothic characters are, which seems to have a black and purple aesthetic. They can also be seen fighting a castle with a blue banner, a castle with a red banner, a bridge in the clify, autumn nation, and a snowy, mountainous land. They seemed to be fought just about everywhere, yet none of the characters seem to be from there. As such, I have three theories.
1: The Elusians are an antagonistic faction in the verdant country. And you somehow end up fighting them all across the continent…
2: Elusia is the country where all the gothic characters are from and they just don’t match the aesthetic for some reason…
3: The Elusians are from Ritos, and maybe they take over the country or something and act as antagonists? On one hand, that’d certainly explain why none of the nations shown seem to match them, and explain how they seem to be everywhere. On the other, the kanji for Ritos (リトス) doesn’t match the kanji of either enemy, unless the Elusians are just a faction.
At the moment, I’m afraid it’s impossible to say. Knowing my luck, it’ll probably be something super obvious I just didn't pick up on.
Edit: After thinking things over, I've think option 2 is the most likely. One of the big reasons was looking over all the maps were Elusians are thought and realizing that enemy Pegasus knight are on each map. And considering the mountainous country is shown with pegasai on the world map, I think this is the safest bet.
Outside of that, it’s interesting seeing pegasus knights so early in the game. Considering there's a good deal of myrmidons to fight, perhaps we’ll recruit some kind of lance unit this chapter, or we’ll learn Vander can also wield them. Lastly, there’s a weird glowing tile up top. Obviously this map will give a tutorial on them. Perhaps they’re random item spots like in the 3ds games, or perhaps dragon veins. We’ll probably find out at some point.
As for story speculation, I’d say our heroes return to the castle to rest. Then at night, there’s a sudden attack by the maybe Elusians, triggering an escape. Considering Alear was level 4 in the map with the windmills, these events will somehow lead to our heroes fleeing to the verdant country.
Edit: An article on Serenes Forest pointed out something I missed. In the cutscene were Alear is surrounded by soldiers and corrupted fighting, the walls are lined with pillars just like the map. As such, I have a new theory, that near the end of the chapter either the Fell Dragons Manakete form, or one of his minions will appear and summon a bunch of corrupted, thus leading to our heroes need to escape the Ritos. These forces are also likely manipulating the Elusians somehow.
Edit: I just realized, Elear had Marth's ring equipped in the clip. So, they either get it in chapter 2 or 1. Considering the cutscene of Marth being summoned in a grassy field, I think it'll happen on chapter 1. Especially considering that chunk of the map that looks empty. Probably something along the lines of "a bunch of enemies appeared out of nowhere. Elear, use the ring to tank it all."
Also, as an aside, Vander’s background is yellow, while Alear’s was blue and red. Maybe this’ll mean something, maybe not. 
Overall, Vander seems alright, like most Jaegans. Hopefully we’ll get more older characters in this game, especially in terms of female characters. Otherwise, Vander may very well end the game single.
I wonder which twin we'll get to see first?
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ryebreadeater · 3 years
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I had a dream where i watched the first episode raven boys tv show, here are some highlights
Niall was alive and living in cabeswater, hunting Ronan and Declan for sport
Instead of searching for glendower, they were searching for a the home of the cute cgi sea monster they somehow had?
Blue wasnt named blue. Her first name might have been Margot. Its fuzzy.
It was a musical. Except they only preformed one song that was from another musical. It wasn't even the opening song in the original musical.
Everybody talked like high schoolers reciting Shakespeare
It was very clearly taking place in scandinavia. Im from scandinavia, that might be why.
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Smitten - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader
Filming sex scenes wasn’t the easiest task. There are weird nude undergarments or socks or tape or sometimes just a nude co-star…With Tom, though? There were nerves and feelings and a deep down hope that he couldn’t tell that you were incredibly turned on as he mimed fucking you twelve ways to Sunday.
“Cut! That’s a wrap on today. Great work guys!” the director called.
Tom collapsed onto your chest, laughing as the tension left his body. “These never get easier.”
“I don’t know” you teased, playing with his hair as everyone left the set so you two could leave the bed with some of your dignity. “It’s a lot easier with you.”
Tom held himself up on his elbows. “Don’t tell me your past romantic co-stars have been less than gentlemanly.”
“Not all of them.” You shrugged. Being a ‘larger than the Hollywood standard’ actress had put you in some…not very flattering roles in the start of your career. Sure, now you were the romantic lead with a conventionally attractive male actor, but lets just say you’ve dealt with a lot to get here.
“Well, I hope you know you deserved better.” Tom kissed the back of one of your hands, rolling off of you.
“Coming from you, I may actually believe it.” You laughed, gathering the sheet around you as you left the bed, grabbed your robe, and started walking towards your trailer.
The two of you filmed the movie…Where you’d usually fall asleep in one of your two trailers watching other movies…
The two of you attended interviews…Where Tom would almost always defer to you and even stuck up for you when a few interviewers were borderline sexist or would comment on your appearance…
The two of you even walked a few red carpets together…Tom’s hand always placed at your middle or  on your hip or in one of your hands...
He invited you out to eat with him before or after any shindig the two of you went to…
He’d walk you to your hotel rooms with kisses left on your cheeks…
He’d even tried to convince you to spend the week before the premiere in London with him…
In your mind, Tom was just too nice. He was nice to everybody. It all seemed very friendly…Until…
You hadn’t been watching the interviews as they’d been posted. Some interviews you did together with Tom and others you’d been split up and put with other actors from the movie.
Your phone pinged…
*best friend* - HAVE YOU SEEN TOM ON FALLON?!?
Before you could reply, your phone started blowing up.
You scrolled through the texts until you saw Tom’s
Tom – Darling, I hope you know how much you mean to me. Regardless of what your answer is, I’d never want to lose your friendship. It’s not every day you get to work with one so incredibly kind and thoughtful and talented and beautiful and…every moment I’ve spent with you has been a privilege. Please put me out of my misery and let me know you’ll at least let me see you again.
“What the fuck?” you asked yourself, opening your laptop and googling “Tom Hiddleston and Jimmy Fallon”
You saw that the Fallon YouTube channel had just posted Tom’s segment of tonight’s episode…
“How are you doing, buddy?” Fallon asked, pulling Tom into a tight hug.
“I’m doing incredibly well at the moment, actually.” Tom answered, sharing that the movie you two had filmed together had done extremely well on its opening weekend just a few days earlier.
“I know! It was amazing. I’ve seen it twice!” Fallon replied, always enthusiastic.
“I’m so glad you liked it. Y/n is incredible, right?” Tom turned to the audience, loving that they cheered when he brought you up.
“Oh my god, you two are so good together. I kind of thought maybe you two were…you know…” Fallon waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Tom threw his head back laughing, fidgeting with his tie and avoiding looking into the audience.
“Come on, you can’t tell me you two don’t have SOME sort of real chemistry. I saw the movie.” Fallon gave Tom a look like *Don’t lie*
“Well, perhaps we’re just incredible actors and you’re simply complimenting our craft.” Tom shrugged, trying to look anywhere but at Jimmy.
“Well, yes. The acting in the movie is amazing, but I don’t think that accounts for this.” Jimmy turned and pointed to the screen. It was a series of clips pulled from Tom’s interviews where all he did was gush about you.
“I missed being home, but it’s hard for anyone to stay upset when they’re around Y/n. She just lifts the mood in any room she’s in. You could say she makes anywhere feel a bit like home.” Tom had answered when a woman asked him if it was hard being on site away from home for 5 months.
When another interviewer asked Tom what his favorite line in the movie was, he answered, quoting one of your lines. “When she delivered it for the first time, it kind of took my breath away. I felt very unprofessional. I had to apologize and ask to start over. I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to say next. She tends to have that effect on me.” Tom laughed, a slight blush on his cheeks.
The final clip was one of an interviewer simply asking Tom how his day had gone. “I feel all out of sorts, if I’m being honest. Y/n isn’t here today because she woke up not feeling the best and with Covid still being an issue, she didn’t want to risk getting anyone else sick.” Tom answered with a sad smile on his face. When the interviewer shared that they hoped you would be okay and feel better soon, Tom answered with “I’ll make sure to pass on your sentiments when I bring her food later on.”
“COME ON!” Fallon laughed, throwing his arms up.
“I know, I know. I’m not very good at hiding how I feel, I guess.” Tom admitted, leaning back against the couch and laying his arm across the top. The crowd went wild.
“So, you admit it! Are you two together?!” Fallon asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.
“Unfortunately, not.” Tom answered, ducking his head as his cheeks flushed.
“Why?!” Jimmy asked. “You’re clearly smitten!”
“Hey, it’s not my fault!” Tom rebutted, looking to the audience for support. “I’ve tried!”
“Aww, now I feel bad for bringing it up.” Fallon chuckled and looked at the audience as they collectively ‘aww’ed. “How could anyone turn down this?!” He gestured towards Tom as the audience cheered.
“Well, if I’m to be completely honest I guess I haven’t actually TOLD her how I feel.” Tom confessed.
“Wait, what do you mean?” Jimmy paused.
“Well, I thought she’d catch on. I assume she has.” Tom laughed, fidgeting in his seat. “I’m pretty sure everyone else that knows the two of us can tell I’ve fallen completely head over heels for her.”
“Tom, Tom, Tom.” Jimmy shook his head.
“What?” Tom asked, nervous about what the answer would be.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I think you may just be horrible at flirting.” Fallon said with a straight face, the audience busting up laughing after.
“Do you think?” Tom replied, eyes gone wide in exaggerated surprise.
“I mean, I think you’re just so nice.” Jimmy laughed, trying to stay serious…“that everyone thinks you’re flirting with them…Which means, when you’re trying to flirt it just blends in.”  
“Well, how would you suggest I stand out then?” Tom asked, putting his elbow on his knee and leaning his chin on his fist like he was really paying attention.
“I mean…” Fallon slowly pointed towards the camera. “You gotta shoot your shot, right?”
The audience went wild at the suggestion. “Oh, dear.”
“I can scrap this and we can just talk about the movie.” Jimmy offered, making sure Tom knew that none of this had to go on the air.
“I mean, if it’s truly that obvious to everyone what have I got to lose, right?” Tom answered.
“That’s what we like to hear!” Jimmy cheered with the audience.
“Well…Y/n.” Tom paused, a soft smile on his face. “I don’t quite know where to start. I feel as though I may have been remiss by not just telling you how I feel. The consequence of such is that now I’m doing it in front of all of these people *gestures to the audience*…and I’m sure you’re laughing at how red I’ve gone and how flustered I am so I’m going to get to the point. Darling, you’re an incredible woman. I could list a million reasons why, but hopefully later you’ll give me the time to tell you them in person. What I really want to tell you now is that you make me happy. You inspire me. You make me want to be the best version of myself and you even make me believe I can achieve it. I’d be honored if you’d give me a chance.”
Fallon had tears in his eyes and most of the audience did, as well. “I…That was so beautiful. I think we need to go to a commercial break.” He was all choked up and stood to give Tom a hug.
You pulled up Tom’s text, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Are you still in New York?” you text him. The two of you were there for interviews. You were even staying in the same hotel.
“I am.” He text back, but the ‘typing’ bubble stayed. “Did you watch it?”
“I did.” You answered. “Come over?”
You saw the ‘typing’ bubble pop up and then disappear a few times. Instead of a text, you heard a knock at your hotel door.
“So?” Tom asked when you opened the door. He looked nervous, a look you didn’t often see from him. He had his glasses on and his hair was an adorable mess. He was even already dressed in his night clothes.
You didn’t answer. Instead, you stepped forward and placed your hands on each side of his face, pulling his lips gently to yours. He quickly reciprocated, his hands finding your hips as he walked you backwards into your hotel room.
“And to think, I could have been doing that for a whole year already.” You teased him, connecting your lips again.
“Don’t worry, my sweet.” Tom answered, pressing kisses across your cheek and down your neck. His lips paused at the shell of your ear and his voice dropped. “It just means we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
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mendespideys · 4 years
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would you be comfortable with writing a sick angst/fluff blurb for tom? you have been getting stomach pains for the past few days, blowing it off you think its that time of the month, but its your kidney stones? you pass out from the pain while at work tom rushes home from filming to be with you?
a/n: i’ve never had kidney stones and i hope i never do after googling it. i had to google the symptoms and everything so please don’t @ me. i hope you enjoy it though and that this is similar to what you were looking for. 
IT HAD STARTED small. So small, in fact, that you barely acknowledged it. Then, when the pain in your lower abdomen began radiating and became stronger, you had figured that it was nothing more than your upcoming period. Too busy to closely count the days, you had kept linking all of your symptoms to the time of the month.
Your body had always let you know when you were about to start your period and, unluckily for you, it was not kind when doing so. You were used to aches and cramps both pre and during; it was nothing new. When your lower back had begun aching, you blamed it on the at-home exercise you had decided to try out.
At one point, you had practically body-checked Tom while running to the restroom, emptying what you had eaten for lunch into the toilet. After cleaning you up, Tom had questioned your symptoms and you once again linked it with your period. It was bound to show up sometime, right?
Over the next week, your pain grew worse. It was stronger and the waves were more frequent. Tom was filming and despite filming in London, he was rarely home. Early mornings and late nights caused you to just miss each other as you had work. That was also probably why he never questioned your pain; he wasn’t home.
This morning, you had woken both nauseous and in pain. Tom had already gone to set by the time you woke up but had left some tea in the pot for you, which you were eternally grateful for.
“You alright, Y/N?”
You turn around to investigate the source of the voice, meeting the concerned eyes of your coworker. Truth be told, you don’t feel okay.
The pain had only worsened throughout the day and at this point, you’re convinced it’s something other than your period. It was your turn to take the morning shift today, so you had decided to at least call your doctor once you got off.
“Y-Yeah,” you nod and you’re not sure if you’re trying to convince yourself or Nathan. “I’m alright. Just some stomach pains.”
Over the next hour, your pain only intensifies. At one point, you can barely stand upright. You don’t have a clue what it could be but you know enough to know that intense stomach pain can’t be anything good. Your mind keeps racing, trying to find a reasoning behind the pain.
You can’t lie; you’re scared. Up until now, the pain had been manageable and somewhat easy to ignore. That’s out of the question now. The pain only continues to increase in strength and you drop the sweater you had been holding, having to clutch the check-out counter for support.
There are words being spoken but you can’t comprehend a single one of them, too preoccupied with willing the pain away. Your eyesight goes in and out of focus while your thoughts scramble together. Before you’re able to warn anyone, you feel yourself fall to the ground and everything goes black.
TOM IS DOING a last-minute script reading when Harrison bursts into his trailer. He knew all of the lines but for some reason, the nerves were getting to him and he wanted to do one last check. Little did he know, that those nerves were nothing compared to the ones he’s about to feel.
“Y/N!” Harrison exclaimed and Tom’s heart quickened at the sound of his other half’s name. “She’s, uh — Tom, she’s in the hospital. I don’t know what happened. Something about her collapsing at work.”
Tom is already ready to go before Harrison can fully finish his sentence. He snatches his car keys off the table next to him, almost knocking his best mate over while pushing past him to go outside. He can hear the sound of Harrison’s boots against the concrete as he scurries to catch up with him, but he doesn’t slow down.
Only when they reach his car, does Harrison speak again, suggesting that he should drive. To his surprise, Tom doesn’t argue. The two of them climb into the car and the blond backs out of the parking spot with ease, knowing how much his best friend would want to see his girlfriend.
The entire ride to the hospital is quiet; Tom has too much on his mind to make conversation and Harrison chooses not to. Harrison offers to park the car while Tom goes inside to figure out what’s going on.
Soon enough — although it felt like an eternity to Tom — he’s sitting in your hospital room, waiting for you to wake up. Once you begin to come to, he’s by your side in an instant. His wide, worried eyes are the first thing that meets you when you open your own. And if you hadn’t been drugged, you probably would have laughed.
“’s alright, darling, you’re okay.”
He smiles comfortingly, taking your hand into his own gently. It takes a moment for you to realize where you are and even longer to remember what happened. When you do, you feel yourself frown with confusion. What had happened?
“You passed out at work, d’you remember?” he reminds quietly and you nod. “You had kidney stones. They had to do emergency surgery because some were lodged in your urinary tract. The doctor told me you’ve probably felt the pain for days. Love, why didn’t you tell me?”
You clear your throat, smiling weakly. “I honestly thought it was all leading up to my time of the month and I didn’t want to worry you. I know you’re busy with work.”
Tom quickly shakes his head, his thumb running over your knuckles. He swallows and it seems like he’s trying to find the best way to formulate his words.
“Don’t ever think that you’re not more important than work, yeah? Worry me, please. No matter what I’m doing or where I am, let me know what’s going on with you. You’re my world and I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”
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but before i go looking in the tags, let’s talk about my latest gifsets!
what a worker bee i was both yesterday and today with prodigal son AND loki <3 never have i created so many gifs in a short amount of time it’s a damn miracle that my photoshop didn’t straight up cough up blood and keel over. alas, us bitches are stronger than that! if this post gets flagged because of the scenes i included....that would just mean that i made the right decision to exclude those scenes ajsdksajkldsa
malcolm stabbing martin
when the episode finally downloaded, i took a peek at the ending before it aired to see how it all ends (just in case it doesn’t get renewed </3). GOSH, was i just in a TIZZY when i saw this happen and i couldn’t tell my dad what i saw because we were straight up watching the show as it aired. anyways, keeping my secret knowledge, i got to work on making this gifset. i missed a huge chunk of the episode bc it took me over TWO hours to make the six gif set. i was really torn on the “artistic” approach aka which scene to gif and which to leave out. because i saw the ending before anything else, i couldn’t play it out loud and i didn’t have my headphones to listen so i was like FREE FORMING THE SUBTITLES. plus the captions weren’t synced up so it was really hard to decipher what was being said :( 
i really thought i would be able to create the set before 9 but i was running into unforeseen issues such as the subtitle problem, which on top of that, like i said earlier, my photoshop is c/racked and janky so....you catch my drift. i was actually going to gif the bisexual moment in the cafe which i think would’ve been MUCH easier but i jumped the gun and wanted to make the gifs of the shocking ending. funny part about that is the shocking part wasn’t even included in my set (malcolm driving the knife into martin) because i felt like the scene was too short...anyways, let’s talk about the positives:
i really do like the coloring of this one. i used a psd that i’ve used before and luckily it’s meant for outdoor scenes with greenery so the gif really popped. sharpening, buddy ole pal, love you sm. the caption was kinda last minute but i hoped to save it with the gradient. cropping was a bitch because for some reason, it takes forever when you’ve made multiple gifs beforehand (cache innit) pero we pulled through! i actually started not saving the psd files to try and save time which is very unusual for me pero i was getting frustrated with photoshop so i was like y’know what....so i just gave up entirely and stopped saving. i do save when i’m taking my time but jeez, it’s a bad habit. i like saving the psd file because i never know if there is a mistake i missed in post and when i go to publish it, it’s blatant and it needs to be fixed. please, save your psd files idc if it takes up space u can just delete them later. IT HELPS !! TRUST ME!!
first & “last” appearance
i actually premade gifs for this gifset! unfortunately, i didn’t realize that three of the five gifs were the wrong size (pictured above) because i flipped the ratio. instead of 268 x 250, i made them 250 x 268. i don’t know HOW i managed to fuck that up but luckily i saved the psd files (wink, wink) so the coloring was still intact. i think i had to restart photoshop or it was getting too late so i picked it back up in the morning. sucks that i had to remake the entire gif from scratch but we will take some wins xx
coloring is the same with the previous gifset (listen....it’s a good coloring) and i actually did have an alternative coloring that was very warm pero i didn’t end up using it. almost melted the two with the “last” appearance of gil but ultimately didn’t go through with it. also i was thinking of using baby malcolm as the first appearance because technically, that IS his first appearance in the show but i was like...just use adult malcolm lol. also i know that scene of dani isn’t the “first” but the first scene she has goes really quick and she is planked by gil so there isn’t much of a solo (even though this scene isn’t much of a solo either pero it’s better than the former). the lighting is weird in this episode and my coloring tried their best :/ i know gifmakers make each gif a diff coloring pero i’m lazy okay and looking to be time effiencent. another slight tangent is that i actually queued the post for the morning but since i woke up to a storm, i was like, i’m here so i’ll publish it myself.
other than that...i didn’t run into any other problem. i was actually hesitant to make the caption that because i wasn’t sure how to really describe the team. i have poor memory so if there was ever an official name, i do not remember it. i did a quick google search pero it turned up nothing. i stuck with “dream team” because, well, that’s what they are. plus i didn’t want to tarnish the gifset with any mentions of p/olice (i was thinking about putting sumn along the lines of ‘the nypd team’) so DREAM TEAM IT IS because it’s true! you cannot have the show without these five! also, i should’ve used quotations on “last” because there is a bunch of talk about a renewal pero...just in case... sorry y’all :/
odinson brothers parallels
this was made in the spur of the moment. i saw that the teaser trailer with shirtless loki dropped in hd, i came A-RUNNING! it was posted like 47 minutes after the fact and i was like...somebody probably already made a gifset of the scene so i was like...gosh, to make the gifset or not all the while i was trying to download the video. trying because again, this was in the middle of a storm so my wifi was acting up and wasn’t at its strongest (whatever that may be). so i was getting frustrated because neither cc nor 4kdownloader was downloading this small one minute clip. that’s when i knew i was gonna be too late to make the loki gifset so i was like whatever ig...
then i had an idea.
i love parallels so luckily it hit me that this paralleled with thor and how his hair got chopped off. so, i knew i had ragnarok downloaded and got to work <3 wasn’t sure what dimensions to use so i went with 268 x 268 to make perfect squares. because the loki scene was short, i could only make three so i was like..okay, i can work with this. three for loki, three for thor, they’re brothers and they share! i wasn’t planning to add subtitles but i had written them down for the plain gifset so i was like alright, we’re going all in. i didn’t take that long to make since again, they’re small gifs and i did have a coloring in mind that i always use for ragnarok (it’s my fave for non-marvel edits as well). there was a slight adjustment to the final loki gif because i realized the gif had that dark fade into the scene which i didn’t know if it was an artistic choice for the show itself or was added for the trailer only (it happens when companies cut a bunch of scenes together and it’s not at all how it actually plays out). i didn’t want to take any chances so i cut those parts out. i know the gifs are short on the loki side pero...that’s just how it is in show business.
thank you so much for listening and hearing me out! i like discussing my work and i try to have pride in them even if the numbers don’t reflect what i hope they would. either way, still learning, still growing, still thinking about buying p.s. like deadass this shit is RIDICULOUS -_- imagine opening up ps and like...it opens up in less than two minutes...shivers
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local-bibliophila · 4 years
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My public high school had forced us to bring home school work to do over three weeks. Here are the tips I have discovered during the first week:
1.) Wake up early- this may sound ludicrous, but trust me. I am a heavy sleeper and I never felt like I could be productive during the day. Also, I realize that I have a harder time going to sleep that night if I woke up later in the day.
2.) Meds- this is a BIGGIE. I have ADHD and it is a pain in the arse when I try to accomplish something and I move ahead to something else halfway through. Medication may suck, but it could work out in the end.
3.) Quiet Space- I live in a tiny home and live with an autistic family, so quiet is a foreign idea. But, even if you are not doing academics, YOU NEED QUIET SPACE. It could be in your room, in the kitchen, wherever. My parents like to baby my brother and call him a “foo foo” and “prissy punky pants” even though he is almost sixteen. It really gets under my skin and it usually causes me to put in my AirPods and just listen to music, depending on my mood is what type of genre.
4.) Work- this is the other biggie. Here is the thing, even if you are done with work, you can find something productive to do. Personally, I try to clean my bedroom because I have a nasty habit of eating in my room and stuff gets everywhere. Also, I am a clothes hoarder, so I always have clothes strung everywhere. When I am finished with my academics for the day and still feel like I could do something else, I tidy around my room.
5.) Habits- as someone who drinks a lot of soda because it is a comfort for me, I have been going nonstop. Now, my habit and a list of others are on the list of “what NOT to do”. I drink other liquids to rehydrate my body as often as I can. But, when you are trapped in a tiny trailer with people that give you the worst anxiety...
6.) Free Time- my school was very minimalistic when it came to course work. So, therefore, I have a lot of free time on my hands. Usually, I google up some YouTube creators that seem interesting (I love Lucy Moon and another creator that I discovered yesterday). Also, I read. I like to read anything, so I have been reading old-as-fuck classics because reading is also an escape.
And finally...
7.) Night Time- as I stated before, it is hard for me to sleep at night because I wake up so late in the day. My primary time to sleep is between ten o’clock or eleven o’clock at night so I can wake up at six or seven in the morning to do my usual school-morning routine. Naturally, I fail every time. I don’t know what to get me up other than caffeine, so if any of you have tips, please let me know.
I know being quarantined is God Awful. But, we can get through this. Just keep you head up and plunge through. As for my fellow high school seniors and even college seniors, I know that we didn’t want this to happen on OUR year. But, it’s okay. We have a whole wide road ahead of us. This is one tiny bump in it. We can make it and still be the greatest in our career, family, and life.
Lots of love,
Lexi ( ˘ ³˘)♥
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lianneoelke · 4 years
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The Vancouver Island & Sunshine Coast Loop: A Solo Cycle Tour of BC’s Finest Retirement Communities. Part 2
Day 4: I hit the road at 7am. A quick ride on the Trans Canada woke me up and brought me to my daily bakery stop.
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Serious Coffee for Serious Cyclists.
After second breakfast, I only had to follow one road: the 19A. With wide shoulders and no navigation required, I made good time up the coast. It would have been top notch riding if it wasn’t for the EXCESSIVE WIND that blew all day for NO REASON AT ALL. 
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The best views were at Union Bay, where I slowed down a little too much until I realized the ferry I wanted to catch was coming up soon. I gunned it the last 25km to Comox, which was, shockingly, FULL OF HILLS. I gave up on my granny gear zen and let my rage carry me to the ferry terminal, where I caught the 3:25 just in time. The wind refused to chill out so I sat inside and charged my phone while I watched the white caps dance on the ocean.
Once I landed in Powell River it was only a few minutes to the campsite. After 113km my legs once again felt perfectly normal, which was weird. Sitting on a bike saddle, however, was deeply uncomfortable. I decided to walk the 3km to Townsite Brewing, stopping to gorge on veggie korma and stuffed potato naan on the way. 
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I didn’t have room for another beer but I drank it anyway because I had biked HUNDREDS OF KILOMETERS to get there. 
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I met this beautiful cat on the way back to the campsite, where I quickly fell asleep.
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Day 5 began with gear sorting. It seemed like a lot.
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I was a bit apprehensive about biking on the Sunshine Coast as I heard it was even hillier than Vancouver Island, but if the family camping next to me could bike to Lund from Powell River with a trailer and a young kid, there's no reason Gavin and I couldn't. The hills were very present, but still doable. I only had 27km to go, and I would have enjoyed the long decent into Lund if I knew I wouldn't have to climb back up eventually.
Lund was a tiny, bustling hub. I was surprised at the size of the grocery and liquor store (also surprised there was a liquor store at all). The store didn’t have much fresh produce, but I can live off beans, chips, and hot dogs for DAYS, thank you very much. Next I headed to Nancy's Bakery for a couple sandos and one of their famous blackberry cinnamon buns (which I'd been thinking about since the last time I was there, two years ago). I found a patio spot next to an outlet and gave my phone one last top up, because I couldn’t count on charging anything on Savary Island. With a couple hours before my water taxi reservation, I found myself on my own with nothing to do, which hadn't happened yet on the trip. I decided to call my parents and tell them what I was doing. I promised my mom I’d write a blog post so I could share some photos (hi, mom!). It was bizzy on Savary Island: rubbermaids, bags, boxes of booze, bikes, and a line of trucks lined up the dock. The people quickly dispersed into various homes, cabins, guest houses, resorts, and moss covered trailers. I went up the hill (no matter where I went, it was up a hill) to the campground: a loose scattering of wooden tent pads on some guy’s property. The owner told me “There is no check in. You just find a site that looks good and settle in.” Cool.
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Of course the only rain I saw on the trip happened as soon as I arrived at a sub-tropical island. I expected to have a nap ASAP, but instead opted for a cold shower and laundry in the sink. I couldn’t fully clean my smelly bike shorts with Camp Suds; I could only make them slightly less smelly. 
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Savary is a long, skinny island filled with lush rainforest and edged with white sandy beaches. After a comfortable and pitch black night, I was up at a decent hour. Day 6 was my rest day, which meant biking without all my gear. My legs felt overqualified for the 8km rip across the island and back. 
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It was Gavin’s rest day, too. 
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After a big brunch scramble and a hot dog, I headed to the beach, which was just as sunny and glorious as I imagined. I took a dip in the ocean, read, ate a bag of chips and a hot dog. When I ran out of food I went back to my camp and made an underwhelming dinner of overcooked veggies and terrible instant mashed potatoes with a hot dog. 
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One of the best books I’ve read in a long time. It’s about a girl growing up in a survivalist, ultra conservative, and unsafe family fighting for education, despite never setting foot in a classroom until the age of 17. I left my copy at a community library on Savary. Feel free to go get it. On day 7 I caught the morning water taxi back to Lund, then made one more stop at Nancy's before tackling the 3km uphill. It was overcast and muggy. Sweaty and grimy. The ride to Powell River was quick though, and I treated myself to a Buddha bowl and cold beer for lunch. 
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It was another 27km to Saltery Bay...
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... which was an exceptionally beautiful provincial park.
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Of course the campground attendant came to collect fees while I was in the middle of washing myself from a pot.
I felt resourceful that day. Like I belonged out there. It was the little things, like seeing the cycle route sign even though I didn’t see any other cyclists, collecting large rocks to hold my tent down because the ground was too hard for stakes, or improvising a bear hang because the campground didn’t have a bear proof locker for cyclists (get it together, Saltery). Part of me still feels like the kid who spends all her time reading, watching LOTR EE marathons, and making pizza at Panago for $6 an hour. I never grew up thinking of myself as athletic or woodsy, and compared to many people I'm not, but it's about time I realize I can do this on my own. And that I love it.
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Day 8 began with a serene ferry ride to Earl's Cove. Out of the entire trip, I was the most nervous about the upcoming ride from Earl's to Sechelt. I knew it would be windy, narrow, and steep, and I didn’t want to end up schmucked on the side of the 101 because some yahoo hauling a yacht, four kayaks, and a dozen mountain bikes couldn't be bothered to slow down on a blind corner. But at this point I had 500km of experience, a bag of Sour Cherry Blasters, and my screaming pink cycling jersey to get through the day safely. It was relatively quiet early Wednesday morning, and the beautiful ride turned out to be one of my favourite sections.
I took a detour on Redrooffs Road after Half Moon Bay to get off the highway for a bit. It was scenic enough, but the elevation was stupid. I hadn’t walked Gavin up that many hills since Thetis Lake Regional Park. Things started to go downhill from there. Metaphorically of course, as the hills only went up. 
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Traffic volume started to increase at Sechelt, where I stopped for candy. The Cherry Blasters picked me right up, but not even a sugar rush can hold off eight days of fatigue indefinitely. The last few kilometers to Gibsons weren't exactly painful, but they were not pleasant. My faith in Google Maps’ elevation estimates might never recover. My bike chain was dry and squeaking, but I thought if I could just make it to my destination and offload my gear I could zip back into town and find a bike shop and get some lubricant. In reality, once I finally arrived at Mike's place, after 83km and over 1400m of elevation gain, I couldn't bring myself to take the hill down into Gibsons again. "Can olive oil work on bike chains" is not my proudest Google search, but weary, smelly, and perpetually damp cyclists are nothing if not humble. And the answer is no, not really, but olive oil is better than nothing.
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Thankfully Persephone Brewing was within walking distance. My healing began with an order of spring rolls and a rye farmhouse ale.
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That evening, as I settled in to my tent, I heard the soft whisper of my couch back at home. The call of the bahn mis at Chickpea that Brian said were amazing. The whinny of my stupidly sensitive horse on Red Dead Redemption 2 Online. The sweet yet powerful purr of Alley Cat, my gentle golden nugget. I was a two hour ride away from completing the biggest physical achievement of my life. A year ago running 5k was a stretch, and biking 11km to Richmond was a chore. I wanted to do an ambitious cycle tour to see if I could. And I can. There’s nothing particularly special about me, or most people, but that doesn’t have to stop us from getting shit done. 
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Day 9 was a quick ride down to the ferry, then a hilly ride through West Van on Marine Drive. Once I hit the Lions Gate Bridge, I knew I was home free.
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Coming home after 9 days and 590km of a door-to-door solo cycle tour was incredibly satisfying.
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Almost as satisfying as seeing my number one precious sweet potato again! 
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This sweet pup is my number two. 
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Maybe one day I’ll do a proper Google Maps route but this is the general idea.
Highlight(s): the views on Salt Spring, Sokka’s beautiful kitten face, the ride up from Nanaimo, the white sandy beaches at Savary, the peaceful ferry ride from Saltery, the surprisingly doable hills after Earl's Cove, the pics of my niece and nephew smiling on their first day back at school, the beers and food at Persephone, the moment I realized that I absolutely crushed every part of my ambitious plan. Lowlight: Thetis Lake Regional Park. Gold star: Gavin. This humble, unassuming, steel frame hybrid has been a true star, solid and dependable. I love this bike. I love what we can do together. Runner up: The weather. Almost perfect. Runner up: My legs. You know what you did.
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explorer-9-blog · 4 years
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Treasure amidst the City
It was a lazy Sunday morning, I had just woken up, took my phone and plugged it for charging and sat on the sofa still waiting for my body to come out of slumber. This was a daily routine. I sat there gazing at the greenery outside from my living room balcony. My balcony faces the garden from where you can see the Ashoka trees with their thick foliage, few coconut trees at a distance and a badam tree and a peepal tree at the periphery. There is something soothing and calming in this sight of the leaves fluttering in the breeze, movement of birds from one tree to another and the melody of various bird sounds. Obviously the crows are the lead vocalists you hear but in the background one can hear the different artist pitching in and it is those artists and contributors that make it a melody.
So as I was saying, it was a typical start to the day and as I sat there my brother tells me that he just saw a crow sized black bird with brown wings flying and settling behind the thick floiage of Ashoka tree, intrigued I joined him in the balcony and now we were trying to get a glimpse of it, hoping the breeze would shuffle the leaves a bit or the bird would make a movement to enable us to get a sight of it. And just moments later we see the leaves move at a place due to the birds movement and a closer look gives us the glimpse of the light brown back of the bird. Its like a trailer which keeps us interested and as we keep looking at the tree we are able to track its movement behind the leaves as it is a big bird. Finally it comes and settles at one of the branches towards the outer end giving us a full view and it was a triumphant moment as our patience bore fruit. As we admired it's beauty we realized it bigger then a crow, I asked my brother to take a pic so that we can flaunt it but just as he went to get his phone the bird took flight stretching it's brown wings and it was a beautiful sight. My brother came back with the phone and I told him it's gone. Nature had done a good balancing act. He saw it come and settle. I saw it settle and leave.
The next step was to google the description and find out who the unexpected visitor was. The result was immediate. The beauty is called 'Crow pheasant' or 'the Greater coucal'. I liked the name greater coucal. It suits the image of the bird. Crow pheasant makes it sound ordinary and it was not ordinary. The internet image helped us admire it's finer details like it's orange eyes and the blackish Purple body. Step 3 was to share our discovery of sorts with fellow beings with its name and internet image. Wow what a start it was to my day and I sat there with a sense of joyous fulfillment.
The events of the morning took me down memory lane and to the reason why this plain looking at trees, listening to bird sounds and occasional rare bird specie sighting is so pleasing to me. And this friends is the treasure I want to reveal. My family moved in to this Mumbai society in 1986 right after yours truly was born. Since my childhood I remember not waking up to the alarm but chirping of sparrows. We didn't have ACs in those days and both the bedroom windows would be kept open to let the air pass and keep the room temperature pleasant. One of the bedroom windows had similar view as from my living room balcony being adjacent to each other. And the next bedroom window had a green curtain of sorts. And no I am not talikng about the cloth ones. Once you open the cloth curtain you will find a Ashoka tree almost hugging the window grill and this was the abode of the sparrows. And our society has these Ashoka trees at a distance of every 6 feet along the motorable road inside the colony. So that window was flanked by this Ashoka tree and one to its either side. As if this wasn't enough, we have a mango tree just behind these Ashoka trees, so even between those Ashoka trees all you can see was green. And in this way the sparrows became our early morning alarm. I don't see them much now and the sound has also gone down several notches. Also the AC being used now has made us close the window :(. So as kids we woke up with a natural alarm and mom and dad used to carry us to the living room and setlle us on the sofa there. And though we didn't value the sight from our balcony much then, we now realize it was paradise. With the years gone by the present day view from the balcony desribed above has changed a bit. In our childhood days the green from the Ashoka trees was complimented by a bright red gulmohar tree in its full bloom. This and a full grown cocnut tree with its branches spread out was what we saw every morning. This coconut tree was right in front of the balcony and the badam and peepal tree were visible from between it's branches then. If only I could do anything to have that sight again.
The parrots were regular early morning visitors of the coconut tree and unlike other kids we never found parrots rare or exotic as we used to see them everyday. The gulmohar had a charm of it's own. The blazing red had a different beauty during sunset with the mix of orange skies. When the red petals fell to the ground it seemed as if the gulmohar has a laid out a red carpet for residents of the society. We lost the coconut tree to pests and the gulmohar to construction of a building. Had instagram and camera phones existed then, my balcony view would have been my best muse. 
One other thing which is worth mentioning is the sweet sounds of the cuckoo that summers brought with them. The cuckoo has always been a frequent visitor. As kids you just enjoyed the sound and didn't take the pains to find the bird. That and the cuckoo made it difficult too. Everyone will agree it's not easy to spot one. But that too was accomplished when I sat to study in my bedroom window during my CA days. As opposed to a crow it had a slender body, longish tail and a smaller beak. Spotting a cuckoo till date is exciting as it's not as common as the parrots were. Summers also meant school vacations and I am glad that  unlike kids of today, we spent our childhood vacations in outdoor activities. We used to play cricket in the morning till lunch time and after lunch we used to meet again as sleep was considered waste of good vacation time. Tired from the morning cricket and full with lunch we used to just sit and chill in the afternoon. And the place to chill was our colony garden. We had a tree we called our own. This was a small tree bearing small white flowers with a 4-5 feet trunk and branches going upwards in all directions from the center. Thus once you climbed the trunk you had 4-5 strong branches to sit and lean on. The tree easily managed the weight of 4 ten year olds. And our afternoons were spent mostly sitting on the tree and at other times playing marbles in the soft red soild in its shade. As we grew up while the sitting on the tree remained the same the tree changed. The small white flower bearing tree no longer could fit us and we had our sights on bigger things. Now we could climb the trunk of the mango tree. Not the one near my bedroom balcony but the one in our garden. Yes we had 6 mango trees in the colony and the seventh one had its trunk outside but the fruit bearing portion was inside our colony. So the teenage afternoons were spent on the mango tree in the garden. We used to pluck mangoes targetting the fruit with rubber balls or using a bamboo to pluck them. The mango fruit is also of different varieties as we all know. And the tree in our garden had a peculier variety. The fruit was round and slighly bigger in size. We used to call it 'Laddu keri' cause of the round shape. And we took pride in it as this was nothing of the ordinary. After plucking the raw mangoes we used to ask the society Gardner to slice them for us and give us a mixture of salt and red chilli powder to eat with it. Till date it's a pleasure to see the mango trees in full bloom with the fruits just before the arrival of the monsoon. 
With so much greenary around the beautifully coloured butterflies and hyper active squirells were a common sight. But we have also spotted snakes in our garden while playing cricket and an owl twice or thrice at night. One thing i find silly now is the fact that we never stopped playing in the garden despite the snake sightings. We might have stopped a game a couple of times but we used to be back the next day or the same evening if we had stopped a game in the morning. Over the years I have seen many rare birds be it from my balcony or while studying for my CA on my terrace (cost me an attempt) [list below]. Nature, thus, was always an integral part of my growing up. No doubt it has a calming and soothing effect on me till date. This greenery around me is like a treasure in the midst of this hustling and bustling city.
Other notable bird visitors - 
Magpie Robin it's a songster very melodious
Purple rumped sunbird - small and elegant
White spotted fantail - its got a name from its look, yes it has a fanned tail.
Eurasian golden oriole - this was a rare sighting. I have never seen a yellow bird before and it wasn't difficult to find a yellow bird native to Mumbai on Google.
#nature #birds #birdlover #Mumbaibirds #birdwatcher
-Bhavik
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jrcashwrites · 5 years
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Clyde Logan Headcanons
For @ravenj84
Consider this a very belated birthday present that I couldn’t get finished in time (shocking right?).  Love you to bits <3
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- Clyde has always been quiet about his time in the military, especially about the events surrounding the loss of his arm. Only Jimmy and Mellie knew the full story, but you had heard bits and pieces here and there. Roadside bomb, him almost making it back from deployment unscathed if it wasn’t for that damn Logan curse that hung over the family. Often when Clyde was nervous or unsure of something, he would run his thumb over the outline of the dark tattoo on his arm. You always wondered the meaning behind it, sneaking glances at it occasionally when Clyde was busy mixing a drink with his sleeves rolled up. The ink was faded and worn and you were never quite able to make out the lettering surrounding it. It wasn’t until one night when Clyde woke with a start, breathing heavy as thunder rumbled in the distance that he finally told you everything. Holding him close as he rested his head on your chest, you carded your fingers through his hair as he told you how afraid he was signing the paperwork when he enlisted, figuring there wasn’t a better option for himself if he stayed in West Virginia. Jimmy got to go off to the state school on a football scholarship, which made his Ma proud until he blew out his knee. Mellie and Clyde stayed behind to care for her as her health began to fail. After her passing, Clyde felt aimless and had nothing besides his trailer and his truck to his name.  “It was sign up or go down in the mines, and I ain’t ever liked the dark no matter how good the boys down at the bar said the paycheck was. They wouldn’t be drinkin’ the way they do if it was such a good life.” Clyde told you once he got through basic training, he rather liked military life on base and moved quickly through the ranks into special forces. He knew part of his job was to go overseas, and at first, was excited at the idea of going. A dark look crossed his face as he trailed off, looking up with you with hurt in his eyes. Leaning down, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, a quiet assurance that he didn’t need to explain to you what he had been ordered to do. He had killed, the count you didn’t know, but the fleeting vacant look of him trying to shove the memory back deep down to where he kept them told you enough. Continuing, he told you of how happy he was when his deployment was finally over, the feeling of elation he felt as he boarded into the convoy to head towards the airport. He had thought about the endless rolling hills of his home, how the green seemed to go on forever and how much he had missed the foggy West Virginia mornings as he watched the flat expanse of sand whiz by out the humvee window. The last thing he remembered was a flash of light and his lungs filling with smoke as the roadside bomb ripped through the convoy. A searing pain ripped through his body before the world went black. Waking up days later in a hospital, he faded in and out of consciousness, unsure of if he was dead or alive, faint images of mountains spotting his vision. “When I finally came to” Clyde recounted, “I remember tryin’ to grab onto to somethin’ and my hand wasn’t there to grab onto nothin’. It was just all a bunch of gauze and tape.” Your heart broke as Clyde held onto bit of his arm with his good hand, rubbing at the scars. “It still hurts sometimes, like the pain is still shootin’ down my arm.”    
- Despite Clyde’s injury, he was determined to live his life as normally as possible. Aside from Jimmy’s entire cauliflower plan and all that came along with it, Clyde kept to himself and was a simple man.  He never asked for help, instead wordlessly coming into the kitchen as you fried up bacon and eggs in the evening before he went to Duck Tape with a button down shirt undone, hanging open, exposing a bare strip of his chest. Turning the stove off, you would silently do up the buttons, smoothing down the fabric once they were fastened, smiling at the handsome man before you. “All that for me?” Clyde would ask as he opened a cabinet to take out two plates for the both of you. Taking the faded china from him, you scooped up a heavy spoonful of scrambled eggs and strips of bacon from the pans on the stove, plopping them onto Clyde’s plate. Stealing a bit of bacon from him, you took a bite.  “I’ve rather taken a liking to crispy bacon lately.”
- Clyde has always had a lifelong love of reading. As a child, while Jimmy and Mellie would watch television or rough house in the living room with one another, Clyde would tuck himself away in a corner with a book in his lap. While he never disliked school, he often found the lessons boring and the only highlight was the weekly trip to the library. He would pick out a towering stack of books to check out, while the rest of his class would only take one or two. At first, the school librarian questioned the quiet boy with a mop of dark hair if he was able to read all of his selections in the week before they were due back. He promised her he would, and from then on, she would allow Clyde to take home more than the allowed limit each week.
- His love of reading followed him into adulthood, although he now has less free time to do so. Has an overflowing bookshelf of all sorts of literature from mysteries to classics, along with various stacks of books on his coffee table and next to his bed. During slow hours at the bar, he often makes himself comfortable on a stool to try and read a few chapters before the night picked up again. He would always tell you about the current thing he was reading when you would stop by after work, catching himself as he rambled on about whatever tale of adventure he was currently engrossed in. At first he would be embarrassed that he had just wasted your evening telling you about a story of a lowly writer and his friend who journeyed into the unknown wilds, but your smile and enthusiasm put him at ease. “That sounds like a fantastic story, Clyde” you would tell him.  “Could I borrow it when you are finished?”
- You were surprised to find one day that tucked away amongst Clyde’s collection was a vintage hardcover copy of “Pride and Prejudice.” Clyde found you on the couch, thumbing through the aged pages, taking in the beauty of the book. Sitting down next to you, Clyde took the book from your hands. “You know stories are much better when ya read ‘em rather than just leafin’ through ‘em.” Curling yourself into Clyde’s side, he began to read to you, his low timber smoothly punctuating the words you have read yourself so many times before. Clyde softly smiled as he read Darcy’s words aloud to you “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
- After the heist, Clyde had more money than what he knew what to do with, but was incredibly careful about spending it. At the insistence of Jimmy, he finally called in a professional to rid the attic of the bar of the squirrels that had taken up resistance there years ago. “They never hurt nobody.” Clyde insisted every time Jimmy brought the subject up. “Let Sadie up there for a bit. Kid’s got a hell of a shot.” Finally, he gave in after one of the more adventurous rodents chewed through a speaker wire, cutting off “Night Moves” right before Clyde’s favorite part. Braving the googles, he found a local company that specialized in humane rodent control and finally cleared the bar of the critters.
- Jimmy and Mellie took a liking to you immediately. They hadn’t seen Clyde happy in a long time. Both his brother and sister had long resigned themselves to that Clyde was going to remain single well into old age. Aside from occasional looks from drunken bachelorette parties that would end up at the bar, which Clyde ignored, he didn’t get much attention. He refused to try online dating, even after Mellie tried to set him up a profile. “If there’s a lady for me, she’ll come around on her own good time, not through some computer” Clyde would say repeatedly, until Mellie finally gave up on the idea. When he first met you, he didn’t give much thought to why a pretty lady was talking to him, rather enjoying your company while sitting out on the porch of Duck Tape sipping bourbon together. After a few weeks, you finally told Earl to scram for a bit, leaving you and Clyde alone. “I like talking to you Clyde Logan” you told him as the sun dipped behind the mountains and the first few fireflies of the night began to illuminate the trees. “I like you a lot actually.” You could have sworn even in the low light that you saw Clyde blush, but he finally reciprocated with a shy “I like you an awful lot too.” From then on, you two were nearly inseparable.      
- Mellie would often come over on her days off, plopping Clyde down at the kitchen table to trim his hair and chat with you. She’d tell you stories of when she was in cosmetology school how Clyde was the only one with long enough hair to practice roller sets and finger waves on, often leaving him with ridiculous looking styles he would have to shower to get rid of.  “He drew the line at a perm” she told you “Nearly failed my state boards because of this big lug not lettin’ me make him curly.” Clyde would groan, trying not to move too much as Mellie snipped at his locks. “She made me look like a damn poodle."
- Never one for flashy things, Clyde instead let the heat die down before purchasing a small cottage out in the mountains. Surrounded by few acres of land, Clyde used his off days from the bar to clear the overgrown yard, the thought of one day being able to start a little vegetable garden with you in the back of his mind.  As the weather turned colder, he moved to working on the inside of the house, refinishing the hardwood floors and gutting the kitchen, surprising you one day. “Always liked your cookin’. Now you got a place to do it that ain’t my little trailer no more” Clyde admits as you step into the room, awed at the fact Clyde had spent his days, with help, hanging new cabinets and installing a big farmhouse sink
- Clyde would make sure that the bar was covered two days a week so he could spend time with you. Even though he didn’t need to work, with the heist money more than enough to tie him over for years to come, it gave him a sense of purpose and something to do. Despite the bar hours, you were always his priority, and while you never asked for it, Clyde liked surprising you with little things: your favorite candy that he noticed while checking out at the Grocery Castle or a bouquet of fresh flowers next to the bed to wake up to. One of his favorite things to do with you was going to the drive-in theater a county over. He’d pack extra blankets and put them in the bed of his truck so you both could lay together and watch movies on the big screen. He liked the feeling of you curled up at his side as you both watched whatever the double feature of the week was.     
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benhardy-1 · 5 years
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PA Nightmare Ben Hardy x Reader
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Chapter 4-Day 17
Even though you were up half the night talking with your best friend you woke up feeling invigorated when you’re alarm went off. After yesterday’s encounter with Ben you were excited to go to work today. You thought that you would both be on better terms then you had been the last few weeks. You chose your nicest clothes the night before at your best friends request so she could decide if it was a sexy enough outfit and you contemplated changing it at the last minute but then realised you had to wait for two coffees today instead of one so you didn’t have time to pick a different outfit. You grabbed a pair of flats and shoved them in your bag because your best friend insisted that heels were necessary for today’s outfit.
You arrived at work an hour later carrying a tray of coffees. Checking your phone you saw a message, “Makeup.” It was another of Ben’s short messages, as much as you hated them you did know he’d had a big night. When you entered the trailer you realised he wasn’t alone,
“Oh y/n don’t you look nice today! I hope one of those is for me!” Joe winked, raising Ben’s eyes up from his phone as he looked at you in the mirror. You thought you saw him take in a sharp breath.
“Get your own assistant to bring you coffee asshole.” Ben said stretching his empty hand out for his coffee.
“Ah thank you, but I’m sorry Mr Mazzello, I can always bring you one tomorrow….?” You smiled,
“Oh you wound me! I have to wait until tomorrow for the beautiful princess y/n to bring me the elixir of life?” He placed a hand over his heart and pretend to die on the couch where he was seated, you giggled and apologised again as he stood up. “I’ll leave you to it Ben, can’t wait to see you in your school girl outfit soon!”
“Bye Joe.” Ben muttered in the most monotone voice you’d ever heard.
“I suppose I’ll head out as well then. Unless you need my help with something?” You said watching him in the mirror as he looked up at you again and replied,
“Actually no, I need you by my side all day today please.”
“Oh sure, of course.” You smiled at him in the mirror as he half smiled back and added,
“Feel free to take a seat and do whatever you need to do. We’re gonna be here a while, I got here only a few minutes before you so they’re still setting up.” You nodded at him through the mirror and sat down where Joe had just been.
“Oh sure, do you mind if I just read on my phone then? I don’t really have anything else to do.” He shook his head,
“That’s fine, I’m going to do the same thing.”
“Oh, okay cool.” You said smiling again, this was really confusing. He was acting way different to how he’d been acting just 24 hours earlier. With your coffee in one hand and your phone in the other you opened your latest book. You were only about a chapter in because of how busy and exhausted you had been lately so you were still a little unsure of the storyline. As you both sat in silence reading you noticed the makeup crew start to work on Ben’s makeup for the day. You sent your best friend a sneaky photo of him getting lip gloss put on and snorted at her reply,
“Is that lip gloss they’re putting on him? God the things I do to remove that lip gloss!” There was some winking emojis attached at the end and then a love heart.
“You okay?” Came a deep voice, you looked up still smiling from her reply.
“Oh I’m sorry I hope you don’t mind, my friend just sent me a funny picture.”
“Can I see it?” He asked politely,
“Umm… I don’t think it’s something you’d enjoy…” you started to flush but he just nodded and went back to his phone. Thank god you thought to yourself as you replied, “Bitch you almost got me caught!” You went back to reading your book, when you realised what was going on in the story. The two main characters had just snuck into a bathroom and were beginning to strip each other off. You wanted desperately to keep reading because yesterday’s interaction with Ben left you feeling incredibly needy, but you didn’t want Ben to know what you were reading so you starting drinking your coffee a bit faster so that he wouldn’t see the flush you could feel rising as you read about the characters getting each other off in a bathroom. You kept shifting around on the couch as you continued reading and you swore your coffee cup at more lipstick on the lid than you had on your lips.
“Y/n...y/n!? Can you just sit still you’re distracting me!” Ben said whilst smirking at you in the mirror, pulling you out of your haze.
“Oh, yeah I’m sorry.” You blushed bright red, oh know he had to know what you were reading. You texted your friend again, “You didn’t tell me this book was so erotic!”
“Umm I’m certain I did? That’s why I wanted you to read it.” The reply came back seconds later, and then another, “Oh.My.God you aren’t reading it in front of him are you?”
“I am, and they’re getting each other off in a bathroom and it’s the hottest thing I have ever read! You should’ve warned me! I’m trapped now! I’m bright red! He knows for sure!” You sent every sentence in individual texts. First some laughing emojis came back, then a simple,
“Get it gurl” message came through with a picture attached. When the picture loaded you just about spat coffee everywhere causing you to cough loudly, it was a picture you’d never seen before of your boss shirtless with water running down his body. You’d once again caught Ben’s attention,
“Can everyone who isn’t my choking assistant please leave the trailer.” Oh no.
“I’m so sorry Mr Hardy, I’m being so unprofessional. Forgive me?” You pleaded, as the crew currently in the trailer streamed out, some glaring at you for halting their work process whilst others glanced between you and Ben. The trailer was left empty, and when the door slammed with the final makeup artist leaving, Ben continued:
“Obviously whatever you’re looking at on your phone is a distraction. Either you need to change books or make a new friend because you’re turning bright red and you cannot sit still. Which is it?”
“I need a new friend. Mine’s cruel.” You sulked a little, dropping your head.
“Well show me what they’ve said then.” As he motioned you over.
“Oh no that’s okay, I’ll just turn my phone off.”
“That wasn’t a request Y/n.” He motioned again. You stood up and wandered over to him trying to work out how to delete the picture when your phone freaked out and froze with the picture open. You felt the panic and embarrassment rising in your chest,
“Really Mr Hardy, it’s nothing. Truly, she does this all the time.”
“Still not a request.” You were almost in front of him now, and your phone was still frozen. “Show me. Now.” You turned the phone around to show him what was on the screen when it shut off and restarted. “Well?” He asked looking at the black screen, you unlocked it and realised that the picture was gone. You silently thanked god as he asked again, “Show me.” You opened up the picture you’d sent,
“I’m sorry Mr Hardy, I shouldn’t have done it.” You tipped your head down again as he grabbed your phone and read her message out loud,
“Is that lip gloss they’re putting on him? God the things I do to remove that lip gloss…” he trailed off as he silently read the rest of the conversation and added out loud. “Get it gurl?” The way he said it made it a question.
“I’m so so….” you started but he cut you off,
“What sort of things is she going to do to me? Why are you reading porn at work and what exactly are you getting? Is there something I’m missing?”
“I’m guessing you don’t want to know the first answer. I didn’t realise it was porn until it was porn. And no you aren’t missing anything.” You fiddled with the edge of your skirt nervously and then reached for your phone back as it buzzed again. He began reading aloud again,
“I hope you don’t mind this distraction…” and then all you could hear was several messages come through at once. Oh shit. He started scrolling, and then turned his phone back at you. “Your friend certainly has an extensive collection of pictures of me.” You looked at the pictures, there was at least 4 of them on the screen that you could see and more coming through as he spoke. “I think we should send her an original picture rather than a picture from google. Don’t you agree?”
“I guess… what did you have in mind…?” You stammered as he stood up next to you in the mirror,
“Well obviously you would have to be in the picture so she knows it was a new picture of me.”
“Oh um, I don’t really think that’s necessary.” You started to blush,
“Oh of course it is. She is your friend after all y/n.” He placed your phone in front of you on the counter and turned you towards the mirror. “Now promise me you won’t look until I tell you to. Close your eyes.” You do as he asks. Still turning red as you can hear a commotion behind you, asking as nervously as ever,
“What exactly are you doing?”
“Let me worry about that. No don’t peek. Keep those eyes closed.” He whispered into your ear making you shiver at the sound.
“Oh… uh ok…” you felt his arm brush past you and then wrap around your waist. “Um Mr Hardy…?”
“Shh. Just trust me.” You felt him grab your phone, and then one of your hands. “Okay open your eyes.” The first thing you did was look in the mirror as you heard the telltale camera shutter go off. You realised as the shutter went he’d placed your hand on his chest, which was, oh my god he wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore. Oh god, you were touching his bare chest. You went bright red as he burst into a deep chesty laugh. “Perfect!” Then you heard the shutter again as he started posing for selfies in the mirror with your phone and after every shutter you heard a swish telling you he was sending every picture. Oh god, you were in them. Pictures of you feeling up your boss while he was shirtless.
“Oh shit!” You stammered leaping at him for your phone as your heel slipped and you tripped, rubbing your hands right down his incredible chest when you hear the shutter and swish again. “Oh my god.” You ripped your heels off and ran out the door in your tights while barefoot.
“Wait y/n. You left your phone!” Ben shouted after you, you were breathing heavily as you noticed he had his shirt back on but his face was plastered with the biggest smirk you had ever seen.
“Oh right… thank you…” you silently walked back to him with your head down as you passed you your phone and your shoes. Blushing again you lent down to put them back on and your phone started ringing blasting “Killer Queen” through the quiet area. You took off again in a power walk and then answered your phone as you rounded a corner.
“Girl you better start explaining what the fuck just happened!” You burst into tears and found a bathroom.
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Ben allowed the crew back inside to finish what they were doing. Once he was fully dressed as “Rogerina” for today’s filming of “I Want to Break Free” he headed onto set only to be greeted by some cheering and whooping. “Oh Latte! Don’t you just look like the sexiest little school girl of my dreams!” Shouted Joe, he blushed when Gwil added,
“Joe dear we’re going being beating those boys off with sticks! They grow up so fast!” They were slapping each other on the back and laughing so hard they were wheezing.
“Okay, okay get it all out.” He huffed putting his hand on his hip above the skirt.
“Oh god look at those thighs!” Joe shouted as he and Gwil dropped to their knees front of him. “Have you ever seen such amazing thighs Gwil?”
“No! Never!” Gwil laughed louder as they both stood up and Ben went to found a seat. Once they calmed down Joe asked,
“Where’s y/n? I told Gwil how sexy she looked this morning and he got all jealous that he missed out on the action?”
“I don’t know where she is. She took off.” He grumbled.
“What do you mean she took off? What did you do this time!” Gwil asked confused.
“What makes you think it was my fault?! Joe was the one teasing her this morning!” Ben snapped angrily.
“Oh Gwil he looks so cute when he’s mad! Like a tiny bunny!” Joe laughed, and then added “Couldn’t have been me mate. She was fine and laughing when I left. What happened before she ran off?”
“I don’t know, we were just taking some selfies and then she tripped over her heels and ran off.” He shrugged.
“Well did you ask if she was okay when she tripped?” Gwil questioned the younger man,
“No I laughed?” He shrugged again, “It was funny, so what if I laughed!”
“Oh Ben!” They groaned together in unison.
“Did you at least follow her to find out if she was okay?” Joe asked worried.
“Did you at least make sure she wasn’t injured?” Gwil asked over the end of Joe’s question.
“No I gave her her phone and shoes and left her alone.” He answered their questions and in reply they each smacked him on the shoulder.
“Give me your phone.” Joe demanded.
“Why!!” Ben asked impatiently.
“So we can find out if she’s okay you twat!” Gwil snapped. Ben handed over his phone without another word. The older men grabbed his phone and when through his contacts until they found y/n and they opened the conversation to find a whole bunch of selfies sent from her phone of them together in the makeup trailer.
“What the...actual fuck is this!” Joe turned the phone back at Ben, “You left out the part where you were shirtless during these “selfies” and she was obviously incredibly uncomfortable!”
“Hey! She sent a picture of me getting my makeup done to her friend first! I only sweetened the deal!” Ben snapped back reaching for the phone.
“Nope this won’t work. She won’t answer if we text or call from your phone now.” Joe muttered pulling out his own phone and punching in her number. He pressed call as Ben was flipping him off. “Shit it went straight to voicemail.”
“Try my phone.” Gwil said handing over his phone.
“Voicemail again.” Joe said after trying from Gwil’s phone.
“Why does it matter if she doesn’t answer!” Ben asked without a care in the world.
“Why does it matter? What the fuck Ben! You’re better than this and you should be fucking hoping she doesn’t put you up for harassment!” Gwil snapped, and walked away headed to the nearest stagehand. “How long until we’re needed on set?”
“Another 30 minutes.” Answered the random stagehand.
“Thank you.” Gwil nodded. Grabbing Ben by the arm, Gwilym dragged him off set. “Joe! Catch up!” he shouted over his shoulder, before tightening his grips on Ben’s arm, “Ben you better hope we find this girl without injury and willing to accept your apology!” he growled, before letting go of Ben and stalking off set with Joe by his side. Gwil was acting like Ben’s father and Ben hated it, but dressed in a blond wig and the shortest skirt possible, he sulked after the men hoping this would be over soon.
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“Oh y/n, while that sounds horrible you cannot tell me that you haven’t at least dreamt once in the last few weeks about touching your boss…” your best friend attempting to soothe your sobbing through the phone.
“So? That’s not the point here! He did it without finding out if I was even okay with it happening!” You were less upset now and you were starting to get angrier about the situation that had just unfolded.
“I understand that, but girl, he was just mucking around. He definitely took it too far, but you don’t need to do anything drastic. Just tell that hunk of a man that it was uncalled for and you would like a transfer or something!” You had to agree, while today was the worst day since you started every other day had been fine.
“I know…” you started as your phone buzzed against your face, “hang on.” You pulled your phone back and checked the screen, it was Ben and you sent him to voicemail. “He’s trying to call me now. I have to go, I can’t hide all day.” You’d already been in the bathroom for an hour talking to your friend and you knew filming would start any minute.
“Okay! Be safe and call if you need. I’ll be right there and beat his ass no matter how pretty it looks!” You laughed,
“Thank you! Means a lot. I’ll see you tonight?”
“Yes of course, I’ll meet you at the pub near yours!” You finished up on your phone and then set it to do not disturb while you worked on cleaning yourself up. 15 minutes later you checked it again and saw two more missed calls from unknown numbers. Turning the setting off you headed back to towards set as you heard two loud voices calling your name.
“Y/n! Where are you?” The first voice was American, it must be Joe.
“We tried to ring you! Please come out!” The second voice was definitely Gwil.
“Who cares? She obviously doesn’t want to be found. We need to head back to set.” The third voice came deeper and quieter than the rest. You would recognise that voice anywhere it was Ben’s.
“Shut up Ben. Y/n! Please! Joe and I just want to make sure you’re okay!” Gwil shouted again as you rounded the corner to where they were shouting. You were greeted by the three men dressed in full drag. You burst into laughter clutching your phone to your stomach.
“Oh guys! Your costumes are amazing! I’m fine. Let’s go!” You didn’t dare look at Ben. In fact you planned to give him the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. As you got closer to them Gwil and Joe embraced you and started checking you over.
“I hope you’re okay! Ben told us you slipped over?” Gwil started, as Ben noticeably rolled his eyes. You assured the two men with a smile,
“Oh it was nothing, just a stumble, really! Thank you for checking on me though!”
“Okay well before we go back to set Ben has something he’d like to say.” Joe added with a thick accent before he and Gwil basically threw Ben at you. He rounded on them as if he was about to fight them but they just started laughing at the height his skirt reached as he spun. “Spit it out Ben.” Joe snapped after he stopped laughing.
“Mmsorry” He murmured.
“Sorry what?” Gwil said with his hand next to his ear. Ben groaned.
“I’m sorry for not making sure you were okay y/n.”
“And?” Joe nudged Ben forward.
“And I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.” He huffed and turned on his heel and you stood shocked.
“Okay we can go back to set now.” Joe said and practically skipped off after Ben. Gwil nodded and smiled at you as you walked next to him and asked,
“Did Mr Hardy tell you…?”
“Yes, but not intentionally. Joe asked where you were and Ben said you ran off. We forced him to tell us and then we found the pictures on his phone.”
“He has them...but he took them on my phone…” Gwil just shrugged. You both wandered back to set as you watched them film “I Want to Break Free”. Between the boys close up shots they were mucking around on the couch as you watched Joe lay Ben across his lap and spank him. You couldn’t help but laugh and find it somewhat sexual. They filmed the rest of Ben’s scenes and you sat admiring him in his costume. Other than Roger Taylor, Ben was the only other person who could make a school girls outfit look so arousing. You felt a flush start as you sent your friend another picture captioned,
“Just another day on set.” And then a reply came back seconds later,
“Is that your boss!? Y/n I thought you were trying to transfer!”
“I’ll explain later.” You said ending the conversation with an angry emoji as filming wrapped up and Ben began walking back towards you.
“Let’s go y/n. I need to get out of this ridiculous outfit.” He muttered sounding annoyed as he walked past you. You hurried to catch up to him and before you could stop yourself you said,
“Oh, I think it looks cute...” He stopped in his tracks and turned on you.
“Is that so.” He stepped towards you and you could smell his cologne again causing you to giggle because he definitely didn’t match his outfit. “Is this funny to you y/n? Can a man not dress as a girl without being sexualised?” He huffed and turned back around.
“Mr Hardy! I’m sorry I was kidding.” You rushed after him again apologising as he slowed so you could catch up.
“Whatever. I’ll meet you at my trailer in thirty.” He headed off towards makeup and costume to get out of the clothes as you headed towards his trailer. You realised it was locked so you waited on the step for him. With nothing else to do you returned to your book.
About thirty minutes later you were jolted out of your own mind.
“Y/n. Excuse me.” Great, he was in a foul mood now. It had been one of those days though.
“Oh shit, sorry!” You leapt up before covering your mouth, “God I’m so sorry!”
“It’s fine, come on.” You followed him inside, “Do you want something to drink?” You nodded and sat on the couch,
“Water please.” As he reached up for the glass you noted how his shirt raised ever so slightly allowing you a peak at his underwear line just above his pants. You swore the heat was on full in his trailer. He handed you the glass and sat down next to you on the couch.
“Do...you wanna...talk about today…?” He asked sounding nervous as he ran his hand through his hair. You watched every muscle move in his arm as he did it,
“Oh...um it’s fine really. I think I should just get a transfer to another cast member. I’m sure we’ll see each other around still.”
“NO!” He shouted as you leapt back in shock, spilling water on the front of your shirt. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I mean no. I truly am sorry for my behaviour today, I took it to far. I know that now.” He said grabbing the cup out of your hand and reaching for a cloth for the spilt water. You saw him flush as he reached out to dry it, you looked down and realised your black lace bra was on full display where the shirt had turned see through.
“Ohh god!” You grabbed the towel and held it up in front of you. “I’m so sorry! Oh god” you kept muttering to yourself as he moved the towel away from you and made eye contact with you.
“Have you been wearing that all day?”
“Umm yeah?” As you tried to move the cloth backup Ben moved closer to you and your breathing hitched slightly as you felt your heart pounding.
“That’s...fucking hot…” Ben whispered into your ear, his breath on your cheek. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in. Ben let go of the cloth and used his cup to cup your cheek, “Can I…?” He asked tilting your face up towards him. All you could managed was a nod. “I need to hear it y/n, tell me you want this.”
“God...please…” Was all you could say as then he pressed his lips against yours, swirling his tongue lightly along your lower lip in an attempt to coax you into allowing him deeper. You obliged as you dropped the cloth and wrapped your fingers through his hair, arching your body up towards him. He let out a small moan as your chest brushed against his. And then suddenly you were on his lap as he began working his way across your face and down your neck. Your head tipped back as you moaned slightly enjoying every touch from his warm mouth, and every nip of his teeth. “Ye…” you started to moan as a loud pounding started on the door. You both leapt apart quickly and you attempted to smooth out your skirt as the door opened and Joe entered.
“Oh… umm hey y/n…” He said surprised looking between you and Ben, “I’m just here to collect Ben for the party tonight.”
“Oh shit, that’s tonight? I completely forgot.” Ben muttered, standing up.
“Did you wanna come with us y/n?” Joe asked smiling.
“I’m sure she has better things to do then spend time with your ugly mug Joe.” Ben snapped.
“Actually. Mr Mazzello I would love to come, could I bring a friend?”
“Of course! I’ll text you the address, I’ve got your number from this morning. I tried to ring you earlier. But first. You need to agree to never call me Mr Mazzello again. Call me Joe.”
“Oh sure! Sorry Joe. I’ll head off now then and I’ll meet you there!” You smiled and stood. As you left you brushed your body between the two men and left quickly hoping Ben felt every inch of your chest against his chest. Dialing your friend on the way you answered with, “Get to my house now in your finest party gear. We’re going out.” Then you hung up.
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taylorhardybby · 5 years
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sweetener // ben hardy x reader and bestfriend! Lucy x reader.
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hi so basically the reader is a famous musician (shes pretty much based on Ariana Grande with syle elements from kylie jenner but picture her as anyone you like)  this is pretty long and I realised everything I've posted has had the same sort plot kinda so ill be changing that up I promise. 
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also I've linked the songs that I mention  and ideas of the outfits I've mentions just cause i can I guess. enjoy xo 
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You were 19 when you first met Lucy. She was 22 and you met at a charity gala. You were new in the industry, barely knowing anyone. You and Lucy became instant best friends. She was like your big sister, your mom and your best friends rolled into one person and you couldn’t be more thankful for her. Fast forward three years and Lucy was working on one of her biggest projects yet. Bohemian Rhapsody. You had just released your lasted album and were only weeks away from tour, but when Lucy asked of you would come visit her you were on a plane within the hour.
You had barely seen your best friend in almost two months due to your album blowing up then your surprise world tour, for the last 10 weeks you spent every waking moment  rehearsing,  doing chorography, or at costuming fittings if you weren’t preparing for tour you were doing a interviews or attending events and award shows. You were completely exhausted. But you were new and young, and your record company had almost complete control over you. You were terrified if you said no, they would drop you, and you had worked too hard for that.
Your plane landed in London and you went straight to your hotel, Lucy would be filming until 9pm tonight then she was coming straight over to spend the night and in the morning you would both head over to the set. You were beyond excited, queen had been such a inspiration both musically and just in general through your entire life and to see even a tiny bit of the movie about them would be an honour.
It was 6pm when you got to your hotel, so you had three hours to kill, you considered just going for a walk and exploring but you had seen a few paps at the airport so you were sure there would be more. So you started rehearsing, you played the backing track to your newest song, Everytime. The choreography was fast and you kept messing up the steps during the chorus.
Time slipped away as you rehearsed, and your phone ringing brought you out of your trance.
“Hey sorry, ive bene so distract-” you were cut off, not even bothering to see who was actually calling, until you hear her voice.
“ive bene knocking for ages come let me in baby” you smiled at the nickname, lucy always called you baby, maybe it was because you were younger than her or she said it’s what her older sister would call her.
“oh my god sorry I’m coming lulu” you ran to the door of the hotel room apartment, the door swung open and Lucy was standing their champagne in hand and overnight bag in the other. She dropped her bag and pulled you in for a hug.
“I missed you so much lulu ”
“mee too, baby. I’m so sorry I miss everything” you had come inside and closed the door by now,
“your album release and the Grammys, you won and I wasn’t even there I’m  so sorry” you shook your head,
“its fine trust me its been crazy busy and this is important for you. I’m  just so happy that I get to see you now”
“yes me too now I want all the gossip”
You popped the champagne and shared not only that bottle but another you had found the mini bar, you spoke about your ex Kevin, and how he was inspiration for a few songs on your album. Lucy insisted on listening to your album from start to finish you didn’t mind. You loved your songs and you loved that your best friend sang along to every single word. Your tour was still a secret. Your record company wanted to announce it a week before you actually left, in the same way they kept your album a secret until a week before its release date. You were sworn to secrecy and you had told nobody but your mom, and when Lucy asked how you  were, really truly, you broke down.
“I’m a mess luce, I’m going on tour, surprise!” Lucy congratulated you but she knew you weren’t finished “I’m running myself ragged, if I’m not rehearsing im at a costume fitting I’m doing promo for the album or I’m at an awards show or event” you flopped back onto the bed trying to just let your body rest.
“I’m so tired I never stop. And thank god you called because this three-day break is such a blessing you have no idea” Lucy pulled you into a hug reassuring you it would all work out,
“what about with Kevin, how are you in realm” you sighed, you and Kevin broke up for a good reason, he was having personal issues and it was hurting you physically and mentally, so you left.
“I miss him so much, but I know that I did the right thing for me, I was so unhealthy always looking after him I forgot about me” you paused and thought for a moment “I think he’s better, from what I’ve heard, I still speak to his mom every now and then” Lucy nodded
“you did the right thing Y/N I know you loved him, but you need to look after yourself first” you nodded. The conversation turned a little lighter and you decided to pop another bottle of champagne just because you could,
“to us, successful women who are making shit happen” you made a toast and Lucy shouted back “to us” you changed the music and danced, laughed and just had fun with your best friend.
You woke up to the sun in your eye and Lucy’s alarm blaring, your head was pounding, and you looked around. Lucy was slowing waking up in the bed next to you. You had clearly tried to find pyjamas but you both looked like a mess. As you stood up out of bed you looked down at out outfit, a pair of black hotpants and a large oversized grey shirt tied in a knot and one blue sock. Lucy didn’t look much better and as you looked each their up and down you both laughed. The apartment was a mess. There was pillows and blankets everywhere, you counted 5 champagne bottles, all but one were empty the last was about three-quarters gone.
It was 7 am and Lucy was needed on the set at 8:30 so you both got ready, Lucy ordered breakfast- more specifically coffee, very strong and lots of it.
Once you looked presentable, Lucy looked you up and down raising an eyebrow,
“heels? Really Y/N” her tone was mockingly, and you just shrugged
“you know I love my heels, they make a statement” you twirled, and Lucy laughed at you
“also, I like to feel taller, it’s not easy being tiny”
Lucy drove you to the set, stopping to get more coffee on the way. You had music blaring the whole time just laughing and smiling. The set looked pretty normal and when you got there you followed Lucy to her trailer where you both set down your stuff. Her first costume of the day was already hanging so she got changed then wrapped herself in a coat. You followed her to hair and makeup,  and to your surprise Rami was already there when you walked in and Lucy introduced you of course.
Rami was very sweet and you felt much more comfortable knowing at least one more person liked you here. He mentioned your music and you blushed. These people knew who you were holy shit.
“I actually brought you album the day it came out, I love it” you laughed,
“thanks rami that’s really sweet of you, its still kind mind-blowing that people other than Lucy and my parents listen to my music” everyone laughed and the conversation flowed. Rami left soon after and Lucy finished not much later,
“okay so my the first scene today isn’t until later but we can go watch the boys film if you want” she checked her watch,
“they start in 20 so that heaps of time for you to meet them and what not” you nodded and just followed her into the sound stage.
From the moment you saw him you were breathless, you of course had googled all of Lucy’s co-stars as soon and she knew them but seeing him in person was something else, you eyes met his and you felt you cheeks heat up. You turned your face towards Lucy, sending her a smile but she sent you a knowing look. When you looked panicky, she giggled a little,
You walked over, and they group of four men turned towards you,
“hey Lucy, oooh who’s your friend” the man you assumed was playing john deacon spoke first.
“Joe, Gwil and Ben this is my best friend Y/N” she gestured to you and she spoke “Y/N this is Joe, Gwil, Ben and you of course know rami who you met earlier” you nodded and shook each of their hand but before you could say anything you were cut off,
“Lucy why didn’t you tell us that your Y/N was THE Y/N”  Joe playfully pushed Lucy and she tried to explain, but before you could get to deep in conversation the boys were called to their scene.
The scene was a short one and soon enough Lucy was whisked away to work so you sat there just on your phone, you felt someone come over towards you and you looked up. It was him. Ben Hardy. To say that you were in love was  a bit much, but he was so gorgeous it was hard not to. As he walked over to you smiled but internally you were panicking. You just kept telling yourself don’t make a fool of yourself, don’t do it
“Uh hey Y/N, where’d Lucy go” of course, he just wanted Lucy not you,
“oh she went to do some filming I’m not sure how long she’ll be”
“Okay cool so um are you hungry” you internally died omg what was he going to say holy shit
“I’m starving” he invited you to go with him for lunch, it was just Kraft services but you didn’t mind.
You spent the entire lunch hour just talking and laughing, it was so refreshing for someone to talk to you as just Y/N not THE Y/N.
You spent the next three days surrounded by the BoRhap boys and Lucy having the time of your life. You and Ben had gotten quite close and even while you were still in London if you weren’t with each other you were texting. You decided against telling Lucy, not wanting to make it weird between her and her co-stars.
Two weeks after arriving back in LA the tour was announced, it sold out almost everywhere and you were glad to see that your London tour date was the same weekend that BoRhap wrapped filming, Lucy had already texted that she was coming and that she would need six more tickets which you gave her no questions asked.
You went on tour and it was marvellous, the adrenalin you felt as thousands of people sang along to your songs was thrilling and you never wanted it to stop. You played shows all across the US, you were halfway through the US leg of the tour when you got a surprise. You had still been talking to ben every day and although you hadn’t put a label on it you felt pretty committed. You were in your dressing room, your show started in three hours, so you were slowing warming up your voice when you heard a knock.
When you answered the door there stood Ben his gleaming smile beamed from ear to ear, and he was holding a bunch of flowers, your favourite of course.
“holy shit what are you doing here” he pulled you into his arms and you hugged back excitedly,
“we had a few days off from shooting, so I thought I’d come visit you”  you pulled him into your dressing room and placed the flowers down, your eyes met, and the world felt like it melted away. He pulled you closer and whispered so quietly,
“Y/n can I please kiss you” you nodded,
“please” you barely got the word out from your mouth and your lips were on his.
Everything moved so fast and he fell back onto the sofa and you moved, straddling his lap. Every move felt like it was perfectly practiced and every touch felt like fire and you both shed yourself of clothes, ben of course being the perfect gentle mean continued to ask for permission before doing anything  you were to in the moment to speak so nodding sufficed.
Time passed, and you were lying in bens arms on the sofa, a random sheet covering you as you just held each other.  You lazily shared kisses and spoke about your time apart. The sound of your manager knocking on the door made you jump apart,
“Y/N they need you in hair and makeup” you jumped up and threw on your panties, bra and covered up with your robe.
“shit sorry ben, I totally lost track of time, stay here and I’ll send someone to come and get before the show”
“ill be waiting” you kissed him before closing the door behind you and walking down to hair and makeup.
You were in your first costume, as you walked towards the under stage your makeup artist fixed up the bright red lipstick you had on and you had you Mic in hand. You were ready.
You had never felt so pumped for a show before, partially because you knew Ben was there the other part was probably your post orgasm bliss. You snickered to yourself as you thought about it.
The show was a smash, the crowd were full of energy and so were you. As you walked off stage ben was waiting in the wings for you, he picked you up and spun you around, your lips connected as he did.
“what did you think of the show”
“you were bloody fantastic, I loved it the music, the dancing, the costumes” his kissed you again, “and I thought I was the rock star” you laughed at that one,
“you’ll always be a rock star” you walked hand in hand back to you dressing room, your meet and greet outfit was already laid out and you apologised to ben as you got changed.
“I’m sorry the meet and greets only go for 45 mins then we can go back to the hotel and I’m all yours I promise” he shook his head,
“it’s fine doesn’t apologise I need to make some phone calls anyway, you better keep that promise” he teased, you zipped up your dress. It was short red and left little to the imagination and you loved how ben eye you as you spun and asked his opinion.
“Y/n your making it hard from me not to rip that off your right now” you bit you lip and whispered into his ear,
“I promise you can rip it off later” you kissed directly behind his ear then giggled as he groaned when you walked away.  
The meet and greet felt like it dragged on for hours. Now you loved your fans but  the torment knowing exactly what was going to happen afterwards was enough to make you a little frustrated.
Finally you were back at the hotel, it was a short drive from where you had performed so the car ride wasn’t as tormenting as it could have been. But from the moment you stepped foot in the hotel room the door was locked, and your lips were on Ben’s and your legs were wrapped around his waist.
It was early morning before you had stopped. You both finally so exhausted that you fell sound asleep. Ben woke you up at around 11:30 the next morning apologising as the directors had called him and he was needed back on set ASAP. His flight left in an hour, so you said goodbye, and a little more very quickly and he left. Your next show wasn’t until tomorrow night, but you were flying there later this afternoon.
Three months after Ben had left your US tour was finished, you had gotten so sick and exhausted for weeks now you had been nauseous and your whole body ached. Your period was late, it was the stress. It had to be the stress.  You now had two weeks before the European leg of the tour started, and you were going to stay with Lucy. She had about a week and a half left of filming and although you really wanted to go visit the set you just so sick you could barely move.
Lucy picked you up from the airport and she took you back to her apartment. She brought it up first, after you had been explaining your sickness she blurted it out before she could stop herself,
“Y/N what if your pregnant”
“don’t be ridiculous how could I be- oh shit”
“oh shit what. What do you mean oh shit”?
“he-h came and visited it was months ago fuck why didn’t I think of this” you were rambling and so distracted you did even see your best friends face,
“Y/N who visited who are you talking about Kevin” by now you were crying, you shook your head
“no not Kevin, ben” Lucy gasped,
“ben who, Y/N”
“Ben Hardy” Lucy had that smirk,
“I knew it, I knew you were who he had been talking to”
“your not mad” you were so worried, that she would think you were unprofessional or soothing,
“not at all I don’t care I saw how you too looked ta each other when you first met, it was bound to happen”
So you explained to her when he came and surprised you three months ago and how you spent all night together alone in the hotel room, she was happy for you. That you had moved on form Kevin, but the looming issue was still there. Were you pregnant or not? Lucy disguised herself and drove down the street to the local pharmacy and brought a few tests.
You were terrified, your career had barely even begun and here you were at 21 and potentially pregnant to a man who’s 7 years older than you. You thought about your options, but you knew you would keep it. You had once promised yourself if something like this were to happen you would only get rid of it if it was going to harm you or if you weren’t going to be able to support a child. From what you knew it wasn’t hurting you and you had plenty of funds to support a baby.
You tried to think and work it out, the European part of your tour was only 3 months long. By the end you would be six-ish months pregnant. That’s not too bad. If you altered some of the choreography and costumes, you could probably hide it from the fans until then. It would all work out in the end.
You were brought out of your dream land when Lucy came back. She passed you the first test and came with you into the bathroom.
So you sat. three whole minutes. 180 seconds. The timer went off and Lucy grabbed your hand.
“no matter what that says, I’m here for you we can work this out” you nodded, took a deep breath and turned the test.
Positive.
You don’t even know how long you spent sobbing into Lucy’s arms. But eventually you got up and tried to fix yourself up. You and Lucy were meant to be meeting everyone for dinner tonight and it was 5 pm and you were a hot mess.
So, you showered, fixed your hair and did your makeup. You weren’t even sure how far along you were but now that you knew you were so paranoid that you look pregnant, so you put of two different pairs of spanx and threw on your least fitted outfit.
The dinner went well, considering you entire life had just changed an hour before and you were acting like you were perfectly fine. On the inside you were dying. You sat next to ben and he asked if you were okay more time than you could count. You felt horrible. You wanted to tell him, you really did but you couldn’t put that pressure on him. You could handle this own your own. Lucy surprised everyone with tickets to your London show at the end of dinner, and you were happy but terrified. Lucy had invited all the BoRhap boys as well as Roger and Brian. THE Roger Taylor and Brian May.  You were shitting yourself.
In the next two weeks you and Lucy went to the doctors and it was confirmed, you were 14 weeks pregnant. You had a meeting with your head of costuming and she agreed to fix your costumes as discretely as possible, so far only four people knew. Lucy, your doctor, your manager -Angela and your head of costume and makeup -JayJay.
Your London show came so fast, everyone had come backstage to see you. You were in your first costume once again . So far you hadn’t needed to fix the sizing you just wore a waist trainer and spanx underneath. You checked with the doctor who said it should be fine for a few hours for your shows, but you shouldn’t do it all the time. When you walked into your dressing room in your outfit Lucy gave you a worried look but she was confused when she saw no bump. You gave everyone hugs as they wished you luck, you thanked everyone for coming and promised them that this would be one of your best.
The show opened with one of your favourites on the album, God is a woman.  It was followed by breathin’ you spoke to the crowd and in a split second you had a costume change. You were wearing a sparkly red outfit now and your boots were now tan. You had changed your finale so when you changed into the lilac dress and boots, the first few beats of your new song filled the arena.
Breakfast at tiffany’s and bottles of bubbles,
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble,
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machine s
Buy myself all my favourite things
This was the first time your new song was being heard and the crowd loved it, 7 Rings was a hit and you finished the performance on a high like no other.
You came off and Lucy was there first screaming with joy
“WHERE THE HELL DID THAT SONG COME FROM ITS AMAZING” “it was a surprise its brand new I literally flew to LA the day before I came here to record it and we did the choro this morning” everyone was in awe of your work ethic and you were passed flowers and small gifts. you excused yourself to get changed. Lucy came with you.
“I can’t believe you went to LA to record the day before you came here, you were so sick that day”
“I know but they won’t let me perform songs until live recorded them in studio and I wanted to perform it for you guys” Lucy picked out an outfit for you before you both headed back to where everyone was.
Backstage the party was growing; your management had thrown a party to celebrate the start of your European tour.  Against all your wishes against it. Champagne was spilling, and the music was loud. You took a glass of champagne just for looks, you had no intentions of actually drinking it.
You found ben almost instantly and he embraced you, you still hadn’t told him but you were going to. Tonight. Its was selfish, you knew you were leaving on tour tomorrow and at least if he wanted nothing to do with you, you would be distracted. Heartbroken but distracted.
It was almost one and the party was still going strong, you took ben’s hand and asked if he wanted to back to your hotel room. You saw Lucy smile as you left, you had to do this. From the moment you were in the car the partition went up and all your plans went out the window. It was cruel, to keep the secret from him but a few moments of bliss before it could all potentially disappear was all you wanted.
You stopped it before it got too heated, one part of you said it was because of the paps and another was because you felt so guilty. Ben didn’t mention it. You went in through the back entry of the hotel and you went straight up to your room.
“Y/n what’s up you’ve been just a little off these last two weeks, Lucy said you’ve been sick” he paused, fuck. He knew. “are you okay, like are you really sick or something, last time I checked the flu doesn’t last for weeks” you sighed and ran you hand though your hair,
“no its not like that I’m not dying or anything I promise” you took a deep breath
“but there is something need to tell you” you sat down trying to calm your nerves, “now just know before I tell you I expect NOTHING from you okay but you deserve to know” Ben looked terrified, you were pretty sure he could have put two and two to bet but just to be clear you said it,
“I’m pregnant, 15 weeks to be exact and its yours”  he didn’t move you swore he barely even breathed. Tears were slipping down your cheeks you wanted him to do something, scream or yell anything was better than silence.
“please. Please say something I’m so sorry it took this long to tell you-“ but he cut you off when he attached his lips to yours.
“I love you Y/n I really fucking love you, and I was going to ask you tonight anyway, but will you be my girlfriend officially”
You nodded, not trusting your words.
“I love you to ben, I really fucking love you too”
You decided to announce your relationship to the fans the next day, as much as you wanted to keep it a secret the longer, they know about it  the less of a shock the pregnancy should be. Hopefully. You posted a selfie of you and Ben, he was kissing you sweetly and it was obvious what had taken place earlier. You had taken the picture month ago and you both loved it.
Now that Ben was finished filming BoRhap and his next project started in 3 months, so it seemed logical that he would  come on tour with you. You decided that he was going to head home and take a few weeks off just relaxing and what not then he would meet you when you got to Paris. It sounded perfect.
It worked. Tour was hard, each day your bump grew, and it was getting very difficult to hide it in the end. But with lighting and costuming you finished tour with a six-month-old baby bump and it was still a secret.  A few weeks into the euro tour you changed all your costumes to from body suits and peplum to flouncy dresses. They all looked gorgeous and you were totally going to be using then in your other tours.
Ben was a god send. You loved having him with you and when tour was over, he was moving to the states. After a hard decision he decided to move to your house, instead of you moving in with him. Living in LA would probably benefit him in the long run anyway, so it wasn’t too hard of a decision.
You had decided to announce your pregnancy at the BoRhap Premier. Your dress was ready. It was the first tight dress you had worn in a while and it perfectly showed your  7-month-old baby bump. The fans were loving your relationship and you hoped the reaction to this would be as happy.
The day of the premier had arrived and you had spent hours In hair and makeup, you were nervous. Excited but nervous. You swear you heard the gasps as you stood out from the car. You were sure it was already world wise news,
“Americas sweetheart Y/N pregnant at 22 to her 28-year-old boyfriend”
You spent the night being questioned about your bump; why it was kept a secret, how far along were you blah blah blah.
By the time you got inside you were exhausted. Your feet hurt, because you were wearing your beloved heels of course. Your face hurt from smiling and your back was killing. Ben tried to look after you, and he got you everything you wanted. Lucy and Rami had also announced their relationship tonight, so the press was buzzing with all this new information.  Lucy sat next to you laughing at all the notifications you were getting,
“hey baby I think you broke the internet have you checked anything��
“im too scared, can you. Check my twitter” Lucy nodded, and she gasped
“they love it. Everyone loves it. Look your fans they did the maths and realised you were pregnant on tour and they love you for it” you started crying. Fucking pregnancy and its hormones . what a relief.
The premier went well and once you flew home, you were on the plane with all the BoRhap boys and Lucy  because as they had promo for the next few weeks. You had already decided to do another album, and you had a few songs ready to go, that you were recording then once you had the baby you would take three ish months off and you would be back in the studio.  Your record company had decided instead of doing another tour if your album was received well you would do more events like award ceremonies  and music festivals. You agreed. You knew that you wanted to continue with music and your baby would always be your first priority.
On the exact day you were 39 weeks, you were standing in the recording booth, it was your last day and you had one last verse to record. Ben had promo all day and you were meeting for lunch in about and hour. As you sang your last lyric everyone clapped, and you were beaming.
“fuck”  this caught the attention of your manager,
“Y/n is everything okay?”
You shook your head,
“my waters just broke”
You were rushed into your car and Angela your manager drove to the hospital as you called ben. He was in the middle of an interview when he was ushered off stage,
“what wrong,”
“Y/n’s waters broke and she son her way to the hospital this interview finishes in about 5 then you’re going straight away”
When Ben arrived with Lucy in tow you were in the hospital bed trying get through another contraction.
At 3:21 pm your gorgeous baby boy was brought into the world. Noah Benjamin Jones was perfect in every way. He was a carbon copy of his father, much to your disgrace. Nine months of pregnancy and he looks like his father. Typical male.  
Noah was the perfect baby, and as you went back to work, he came along and was an angel. When Noah was three you toured again you took your little family with you. Noah loved to see all the new cities and he became a crowd favourite when he would come out and dance with his mamma on stage for his favourite song. History seemed to repeat itself and you found yourself pregnant again in your last few weeks of your second tour.
Your family grew,  your second child was born, a little girl Lucia Rae Jones, named after your best friend of course Lucy.  When Lucia or Cici, was six months old you and ben finally decided to get married. It was a quite a large wedding, but it was full of love and that mattered to you.
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Dirty Little Secret- Chapter 13
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jared Padalecki x reader, Jensen x reader x Jared
Other Characters: Jared, Danneel, JJ, Gen, Richard Speight, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Norman Reedus, Gino Graul
Warnings: Married! Jensen, smut, oral both male and female receiving, cheating, anal, Dom Jensen, angst, fluff, rough sex,Daddy kink, some asshole Jensen moments, spanking, bondage, threesome, double penetration, NSFW.  
A/N:  Gifs are not mine, they were all found on Google.  Aesthetic made by my lovely and talented friend @prettybubblesintheair. I don’t know how I feel about this chapter.  I have a lot going on with family so my brain isn’t functioning as normal. 
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Your day was miserable. Jensen was angry the entire day of shooting. He wouldn’t speak to you unless it was reciting his lines to Riley.  Jared was tense as well.  He wasn’t giving you the same cold shoulder as Jensen but it was close.  It was all you could do not to break down in tears every time your eyes met Jensen’s.  
You were sure you had given the worst performances of your life that day on set and you wouldn’t be surprised if they killed you off in the next episode.  
You slumped down into the backseat of the SUV, glad this day was over and glad to be heading home. You wanted nothing more than to go back to the house and bury yourself into a pile of blankets never to emerge again.  Your body stiffened as Jensen flung open the car door and slid into the backseat at your side. You couldn’t bring yourself to look over at him. You were tired of seeing the anger and disappointment on his face all day so you sat staring out the window.  Jared was just as quiet as Jensen as he climbed into the front seat of the vehicle.  No one said a word on the drive and it was unnerving.
You were the first out of the car as soon as it pulled to a stop in front of the house. You almost ran inside, stopping in the kitchen long enough to grab the bottle of tequila out of the refrigerator before heading out to the patio before the boys even made it into the house.  You slumped down in the nearest chair and opened the bottle, bringing it to your lips and gulping down a large drink.  The alcohol burned your mouth and throat and you welcomed the sensation.  You sat the bottle down before retrieving your pack of cigarettes.  No sooner than you had lit the first one you heard the patio door open and close. You sighed softly as you exhaled the grey cloud.  You didn’t even look up as Jared pulled up a chair next to yours.  You knew it was him without looking, the unique smell of his cologne mixed with the smell of just him reached you before he did.  
“You want to talk about it?” Jared asked softly.  
“Nope.” You answered quickly, popping the “p”.  
“It’s not your fault you know.” Jared sighed.
“I said I don’t want to talk about it Jare.” You snapped harder than you meant to.  
You both sat in silence for a few moments.  The only sound was the rustle of the wind and the sound of your breath as you inhaled and then exhaled as you worked on the cigarette between your lips.  
“Where are Danneel and Gen?” You asked finally breaking the silence.  
“They flew back today.  Couldn’t stay long.” Jared answered as he kept his bright hazel eyes on you even though you had yet to look at him.  
“What is going on with you and Gen?” You asked the question that had been gnawing at you since Sunday and the football game.
Jared didn’t have to ask what you meant, he knew already. “I uh, I kind of messed up at home.”
You finally turned your eyes to him, quirking an eyebrow in question before you brought the bottle of tequila back to your lips.  
“I…” Jared started and then chuckled to himself. “It was stupid really and I don’t know why I did it but I accidentally called out your name while Gen and I were having sex.”  He rubbed the back of his neck as he ducked his head, his cheeks flushing. “And according to Gen I talk about you too much in general. She thinks that maybe I‘m developing feelings for you that I shouldn‘t.”
“Okay, yeah.  That isn’t good Jare.” You tried to hold in your laughter but you couldn’t stop the giggle that sprang from your lips.
“Yeah.  So, I’ll be in the doghouse for a while.”  
“Did she tell you that you couldn’t sleep with me anymore?” You asked, a frown turning down your lips at that thought.  
“She tried.” Jared nodded softly. “But I was honest with her. I told her that I didn’t want to give you up, that what you and I have is working for me.”
“And she was okay with that?” You asked, the disbelief evident in your voice.
“No, not at first.” Jared shook his head. “I had to do a lot of talking.  I tried explaining to her that I was never thrilled about picking up one night stands in a bar. It’s so impersonal, which I know was the point of it, but it also wasn’t satisfying and I always felt dirty afterwards and not dirty in a good way.” He chuckled softly.  
You nodded your head softly. “I know that feeling.” You  mumbled softly as you stared down at your hands that were resting in your lap.  You knew that feeling too well, that was exactly how you felt this morning when you woke up next to Norman.  
Jared gave you a soft smile as you finally looked back up at him. “So, is she okay with everything now?”
Jared sighed. “Not entirely.  She still has some reservations.”
“So, what does that mean for you and me?” You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth.  
“For you nothing.” He grinned then, that bright Jared smile that lit up his face. “You are perfect kitten, it’s me that has some work to do.  I just have to keep myself in check better.” He chuckled then. “Gen has me on a kind of probation right now.  I just have to prove to her that this can still work.”
You smiled back at him, the first genuine smile that had graced your features all day. “I am definitely not perfect. Jay certainly doesn’t think I am perfect right now.” Your smile faded at the thought.
“Give Stack some time.  He is just hurting.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt him.” You felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes once more.
“It’s not you that hurt him kitten.” Jared pursed his lips together as he frowned. “He is hurting because he feels like he hurt you. He wasn’t able to give you what you needed from him and because of that you were hurting. He feels like he should have been there for you last night.  He thinks it’s his fault that Norman took advantage of you and he is beating himself up over it.”  
“Oh.” You sniffled and wiped the tears from your cheeks. “It isn’t his fault though.  I should have never put myself in that situation to begin with.”  
“Don’t you dare blame yourself sweetheart.” Jared frowned at you. “It isn’t your fault that Norman turned out to be a complete douche bag that you couldn’t trust.”
You laughed softly. “Careful Jare, I think Dean is rubbing off on you.”  
Jared huffed a short laugh.
You grew quiet for a while as your mind replayed the events of last night, well the events that you could remember. “It’s not all Norman’s fault you know. I mean, you saw what I was wearing and I was really flirting with him, like a lot.” You chewed at your bottom lip again.  
Jared studied you for a moment, watching the way your teeth raked against your lip and the way you wouldn’t meet his gaze again. He could see the shame written on your face and he didn’t like it. “If you had been sober would you have slept with him?”
Your head snapped up and you looked at him. Your face scrunched up as you thought about it. “I…I don’t know.  I had thought about it but…” Your mind drifted back to the night of the BBQ. “He hit on me the night of the BBQ.  Kissed me in the kitchen and I stopped him.  I told him no then.”
“There is your answer kitten.”  Jared shook his head. “He clearly took advantage of you.  You were too drunk to give actual consent, that’s kind of a big deal, ya know. What he did, whether he meant it to go down that way or not, is not cool.”
You nodded your head and you both grew quiet again for a few moments before you spoke up. “So Jare, are you, um, I mean do you have feelings for me that you shouldn’t?”
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“Honestly,” Jared paused casting his eyes down to his lap before looking back up at you. “It would be impossible not to have feelings for you sweetheart. I cared about you a lot before we started all of this so I guess the fact that we are intimate now just made what I felt for you already grow stronger. But like I told Gen, no matter what I feel for you I will always love her.”
Jared smiled at you and held out his hand for yours. You slipped your much smaller hand into his and he closed his fingers around yours.  
“C’mon kitten.  We should both go to bed. We have a long day tomorrow.”  He pulled you up gently from the chair and tugged you against his large frame. His arms wrapped around you in a tight hug and he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.  
You both headed back into the house and Jared went to his room.  You headed down the hallway, stopping outside of Jensen’s closed bedroom door.  You weren’t sure if you should try going in there or not.  You lifted your hand to knock on the door but hesitated.  You were scared.  After his blow up today in your trailer and the way he had stormed out of there in a rage you weren’t sure talking to him again was a good idea.  You sighed and dropped your hand, deciding instead to head to your own bedroom.  
Emerging from the hot shower you wrapped a towel around your body and your bare feet carried you into your room.  A startled squeak left your lips as Jensen’s presence, sitting on the end of your bed, caught you off guard.  
Jensen sat with his elbows resting on his knees and his head hung between his slumped shoulders.  He didn’t even look at you as he spoke. “You didn’t want to stay in my room tonight?” His voice was soft and low, barely above a whisper.
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  “I didn’t think you would want me to.” Your own voice wasn’t much louder and held the shakiness of emotion.  
Jensen was up off the bed quicker than you could blink. He stepped into your space, closing the distance until there was only a hair’s breath between your two bodies.  You had to tilt your head back to look up into the dark pools of emerald as he towered over you.  He held your gaze as his tongue darted out, wetting his full bottom lip before disappearing back into his mouth.  You couldn’t read the expression on his face as he brought his hand up to gently tuck a stray strand of your wet hair behind your ear.  His hand hesitated before he cupped your cheek.  He let his thumb gently rub across your skin before his fingertips slid down to the curve of your neck, his eyes following their path.
Jensen’s fingertips stopped their travels and lingered against your pulse. You watched as he jaw clenched and his eyes hardened and you knew what he saw. His touch lingered on the large purple bruise that adorned your skin, a reminder of last night’s escapade.  You parted your lips to speak but your words were replaced by a hiss as Jensen tangled his hand in the back of your hair, tugging harshly to crane your neck back further.  His eyes bored into yours and you were caught like a deer in headlights.  His mouth was on yours in an instant, the kiss searing and desperate.  
Jensen’s free hand reached for the fluffy towel that clung to your body and he ripped it away from you, tossing it aside haphazardly leaving you bare before him.  
His eyes had darkened, no longer the moss green but turning pitch in the dim light of the room as he broke the kiss leaving you gasping for breath. Jensen let his gaze travel over you from head to toe taking note of every new bruise that covered your pale flesh. Every bruise that he didn’t make. His heart thudded in his chest and he gritted his teeth.  
Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes went wide with surprise as you were suddenly hauled off your feet and Jensen tumbled into the bed with you.  Teeth, lips, and tongues collided as he pinned you under the solid weight of his body. Your hands gripped at the tight t-shirt that hugged his torso and you clung to him. His kiss left you breathless and wanting more when he finally broke away. His mouth moved to leave a trail of hot wet kisses along your jaw until his lips met with the mark on your neck. You could feel his lips pull back into a snarl against your skin before he attacked the offensive mark, sucking the skin into his mouth harshly until you winced and your hips bucked underneath him.
“Jay.” You whined high and needy as you squirmed beneath the weight of him.  
Jensen’s mouth traveled along your soft flesh, stopping at every bruise that marked your skin that was caused by the other man. His own mouth closing over the already tender flesh, sucking and biting at each mark to make them his own.  You winced and whined as his mouth claimed your flesh marking you as his again.  
Jensen was like a man possessed as he worshiped every inch of your body with his mouth and hands.  He sucked hungrily along your breasts, teeth raking against your rosy nipples until they formed stiff peaks before he sucked and bit at the hard pebbles. His hands glided over your soft heated skin, blunt nails drawing whimpered moans to your throat as they played and scratched.  You were a writhing simpering mess under him as he touched and kissed you everywhere except where you needed him the most.  
Finally when your body was trembling and your begging had reached its crescendo Jensen pulled back to settle on his knees between your spread thighs. He watched as your hips rolled on the bed before him, arching up to search for friction that wasn’t there.  Your thighs were slick with your arousal and your skin reddened in the wake of his teeth and the scruff of his stubble.  
“Please Daddy, please.” You whined and reached out for him.  “Please fuck me.”
“Not yet babygirl.” Jensen smirked down at you. His hands reaching behind his back to grab at the neck of his t-shirt, he tugged it over his head and tossed it aside.  He stood just long enough to slide his sweats down his bowed legs letting them drop to the floor with his boxers following close behind.  A needy mewl left your lips at the sight of his naked flesh. His cock swollen and beautiful standing erect against the soft flesh of his abdomen made your hips buck involuntarily and your pussy clench around nothing.  
“Please Daddy.” You whined breathlessly.
“I said no baby.  Don’t be impatient.” Jensen’s low growl made you shiver as he stood drinking in the sight of you so needy for him.  His lips curled into a smile watching the squirm of your body, watching you writhe for him.
Slowly Jensen crawled back onto the bed. His rough hands gliding along your smooth sun-kissed legs until his hands hooked under both of your knees.  He shoved your legs apart and up splaying you open wide as he lowered his body between them.  Your head rolled back and a heady groan echoed in the room as his mouth finally met your dripping core. He dove into your pussy, his tongue splitting the slick folds as he licked long wet lines from your ass to your clit.  He teased, licked, tasted, and nipped at your slick covered petals before he finally gave you what you needed and his soft lips clamped around your throbbing clit. Your back arched off the bed as you cried out with the pleasure.  
“Fuck yes Jay.”
Your eyes shut tight as your head rolled back as the knot tightened low in your body and you felt the heat spread out from your core to engulf you. Jensen alternated from nipping and sucking at your swollen pearl to fucking his tongue in and out of your dripping cunt.  
“Shit.” You rasped through heavy breaths as your body began to tremble as it rushed towards the sweet precipice of climax.  “Fuck Daddy, I’m gonna cum. Fuck.”  You cried out as the damn broke as he sucked your clit back into his heated mouth, his tongue flicking over the throbbing pink nub as the orgasm rushed through you.  
You felt his hungry moan vibrate against your heat as you rode out your orgasm on his talented tongue.  Just as the pleasure was starting to ebb Jensen drove two thick fingers into your still quivering core.  The sudden invasion into your clutching pussy caused a gasp of air to leave your lips as his fingers immediately curved to find your sweet spot. Jensen feasted on your throbbing clit with renewed fervor as his fingers set a hard fast rhythm that made you see stars.  Your eyes snapped open wide as new waves of ecstasy cascaded over you. This release stronger than the last as you shattered under him, clawing at the sheets while your body went rigid and you bathed his hand and chin in a gush of slick.  
“Fuck I love it when you squirt all over me baby.” Jensen moaned as he rose to kneel between your spread thighs.  His chin glistening with your release but still his fingers did not stop.  He watched your body jerk and spasm against the bed as he continued to pump his thick digits into your sopping wet pussy. The wet squelching sounds pornographic as his hand slapped against your center.  Your moans grew higher in pitch and your hips bucked to meet his hand as his fingers pistoned faster and harder until you almost screamed at the stimulation as another flood of juices expelled from your clutching core to coat his hand and wrist.  
“So fucking hot baby.” Jensen moaned as he let his fingers slide from you pussy.  Your hips bucked and you grunted as he gave your dripping cunt a playful slap.    
Jensen gave you no time to come down from your high before his hands gripped under your knees once more and he brought your legs up to drape your calves over his broad shoulders. He bent your body in half, your thighs pressing to your breasts as he lifted your hips completely off the bed while he lead the head of his cock to your slippery cunt. With a grunt filling his throat and a quick snap of his hips he sank fully into you with one thrust.  
The air was punched from your lungs as he filled you so full.  Your walls burned at the stretch of his meaty cock ripping into you.  Jensen planted his hands on either side of you as he began a barrage of hard slow thrusts.  His cock stroked every sensitive spot inside your velvet walls as he pulled back almost painfully slow just to drive into you forcefully.  
The pressure building low in your body made your pussy clench and flutter around his cock as he took you deep. The swollen thick head of his cock slamming into the soft sponge of your cervix with every thrust.  The pain mixed with pleasure until you were calling his name like your personal mantra as you rushed toward release once more.
“That’s it baby. Cum on my cock. Show Daddy how good he makes you feel.” Jensen grunted from above you. His hips snapped harder, his speed increasing as your nails  bit into his forearms and your pussy clamped around his throbbing cock as the orgasm took you.  Your vision blurred as you convulsed under him in pleasure.
“Fuck yes babygirl.” Jensen praised. He sat back on his heels then with his cock still buried inside your quivering heat. He let your legs fall around his waist before he began to drive back into you with renewed force. He picked up speed, his hips smashing mercilessly into your own over and over again.
“Yes Daddy, yes.” You panted as his cock pushed and pulled through your gripping walls.  His balls slapped against your rounded ass with every thrust. Your pussy so slick with your own cum that it dripped from his rigid shaft.  
“So wet baby, so fucking tight.” Jensen groaned before his lips crashed to yours. He drank down your moans as he filled you repeatedly.  
Your body began to tense once more as his rampage continued.  The stimulation becoming too much as your body raced to yet another release.
“Fuck Jensen, I can’t.” You cried out as your pussy tightened around his cock once again.
“Yes you can baby.” Jensen grunted.  “Cum for me again Y/n. Cum now.”  He was relentless with the snaps of his hips, driving into you at a maddening pace.  Your eyes shut tight and you screamed his name once more as your body broke under him.
He fucked you through your orgasm. The feel of you cumming around his cock, cumming because of him spurred him on.  His hips began bucking almost violently into you like he was trying to fuck away any remnants of the other man from your body. His arms kept you caged in, one fist planted at your side as his other hand tangled in your hair as it fanned out around your head. He used his grip to keep your body from sliding away from him as he pounded into your harder and faster as an animalistic grunt rumbled up through his chest and his own orgasm tore through him but still he didn’t stop.
“Fuck, one more baby girl. One. Fucking. More.” He snapped his hips to emphasize each word and you screamed with the over stimulation.  
You wanted to beg him to stop and beg him to keep going all at the same time.  He drove into you over and over until your body went rigid under him and your lips parted as a wordless cry echoed in the room. Your vision went white with the force of your climax, your back arched off the bed at an almost unnatural curve as you spilled hot sweet juices over his cock and against his thighs.  His hips faltered then and he thrust once more splattering your slick against the both of you, your hot juices dripping from his balls.  
“Good girl.” He breathed raggedly.  “Fuck such a good girl.”
Your body shook under him, your heart racing, and your breaths coming in gasps.  Jensen peppered your sweat covered face in soft kisses as he continued to murmur soft praises.  He gently stroked the damp strands of hair away from your face before rolling you both over to your sides.  He pulled your trembling body tight against his own. His strong arms wrapping you up as he tangled his legs together with yours.  It was like he wanted your entire body touching his own.
You were limp against him. Your entire body felt boneless as he held you.  He kissed your forehead and then the top of your head gently.  His rough hands slowly caressed your heated skin until your shaking subsided.  
“You okay babygirl?”
A soft contented hum was your only response earning you a chuckle from Jensen.  
Jensen placed another tender kiss to your forehead.  “Don’t ever think I don’t want you baby.” He spoke softly against the top of your head.  “Nothing could ever make me stop wanting you.”  
You snuggled your body closer to his and his arm tightened around you until you were completely cocooned in his warmth. “I’m never going to let anyone else touch you ever again.”
“What about Jare?” You spoke against the soft skin of his throat.
Jensen’s chest rumbled softly with his chuckle. “Jared is different so don’t worry your pretty little head about that. I won’t take him away from you.”
“I love you Daddy.” You whispered sleepily as you smiled and buried your face in the curve of his neck as sleep claimed you.
***************************** You stepped out of your trailer, ready to head back to set after taking a break while they set up the next scene. The smile that graced your features fell as you turned the corner and ran into a solid wall of flesh.  
“Careful beautiful.” Norman grinned down at you as he caught you by your arms to keep you from stumbling backwards.  
“Norm, uh, what are you doing here?” You looked up at him before glancing around nervously.  If Jensen saw him here it was not going to be good.  
“I’ve been trying to call and text ya but ya haven’t been answering so I thought I would stop by.  I’m heading back to Atlanta today.”  Norman let his hands linger as they slowly slid down your arms.  
“Oh, yeah, people have been blowing my phone up the last couple of days since those pictures came out so I just turned it off.” You frowned up at him.  
“Yeah, sorry about that. I never noticed anyone taking those pictures. Don’t know where they came from.” Norman shrugged his shoulders. “Guess that probably didn’t go over too well with Jensen huh?”
Norman had his answer before you even had a chance to speak. The heavy thud of boots stalking toward you both was the only warning before a strong hand gripped Norman’s shoulder and spun him around. You barely had a chance to call out Jensen’s name before he had pulled his arm back and landed a hard blow to Norman’s jaw.  
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Norman stumbled back in surprise and pain. His hand moved to cup the side of his face. “What the fuck?” Norman groaned.  
Jensen cocked his arm back again but it was caught by Jared who was suddenly at his side.  Jensen struggled in Jared’s grip but luckily the taller man was able to hold him back.
“You are a piece of shit Reedus.” Jensen spat angrily.  
Norman rubbed his aching jaw as he glared back at the man. “Well aint that the fucking pot calling the kettle black.” He scoffed.
Jensen was too enraged at seeing Norman to even register his remark. “You get off on getting girls black out drunk and taking advantage of them huh? Is that your thing? That the only way you can get laid?” Jensen scowled.
Norman rolled his eyes. “Please, I didn’t need to get her drunk. She wanted me plenty while she was sober.”
“Bullshit.” Jensen shouted as he began to struggle in Jared‘s grip trying to get at Norman. “She would have never fucking touched you if you hadn’t gotten her shitfaced.”
Jared held Jensen tighter. “You can’t do this here Ackles.” Jared growled as he looked around nervously to see if the ruckus had drawn any attention from the crew.
“You know what, fuck you man.” Norman took a step toward him his finger poking Jensen in the chest. “She wanted it and I gave it to her.  You’re just pissed off because I can the let the whole fucking world know I was with her that night but you gotta hide away your little secret.”
Jensen’s eyes went wide and his jaw clenched. He had stopped fighting Jared to get at the other man and Jared eased his hold but stood close to his side in case Jensen lunged again.  
“Yeah I fucking know everything.” Norman smirked as he ended the silent staring contest between the two of them. “But don’t fucking worry I promised Y/n I would keep my mouth shut and because I care about what happens to her I will.”  
“Yeah you care so much about her that’s why you fucking raped her huh?” Jensen’s voice was low and threatening.
Norman’s eyes narrowed and the anger flared across his face. “Fuck you.” He yelled at Jensen as he lunged forward. Jensen moved at the same time but Jared was quicker stepping between the two men as they tried to get at each other. “I never raped anyone jackass.”
“Stop it both of you.” Jared yelled over the men as they cursed at each other.  “Neither of you want to do this here.”
Jensen was panting as he slowly took a step back. He didn’t move and didn’t speak for a moment, his eyes darting between you and Norman before finally settling on the shorter man. “Just stay the fuck away from her Reedus. I don’t ever want to see you around her again. Next time there might not be someone here to hold me back.”
Norman glared at Jensen from around Jared where he stood with one hand on each man’s chest. Finally Norman’s shoulders slumped as he took his own step backward.
Norman shook his head.  “She deserves better Ackles, better than your sorry ass.”  Norman cast a glance back over his shoulder at you, his eyes meeting your now tear-filled gaze. “See ya around beautiful.”  He gave you a half hearted smile before walking away.  
The three of you watched Norman walk off before Jensen turned his moss green eyes to you.  The frown on his face deepened as he saw the tears streak down your cheeks.  
“It’s okay now baby.  It’s over.” He was quickly at your side hugging you tight against his chest. “Everything is okay.  I’m not mad at you.  It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.”  He gently stroked your hair as he held you close until your soft sniffles stopped.  
Jared’s fears were confirmed by the time you all boarded a plane home that evening, someone from the crew or maybe even a visitor, had posted pictures of the fight to the internet.  Of course tabloid sites and the like ran with it.  Fortunately for you and Jensen every article you found on the scuffle dubbed Jensen the “over protective brother-in-law” with no mentions of the possibility of a romantic connection between the two of you.
You, Jared, and Jensen were getting phone calls wanting comments on the photos and Jensen’s publicist had contacted him to see how he wanted to handle it.  He had told her that he didn’t want to comment on it all and you all followed his lead.  You just hoped that Norman would keep his work and not comment on it either. If none of you talked about it then maybe it would go away sooner than later.  
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The Golden Gals: The Reel Gals Academy Awards
The time has come. The envelopes have been sealed (with the right cards in each - we hope). We’ve been sewn into our best outfits. In lieu of an exuberant opening musical number featuring the ubiquitous James Corden, please enjoy a short clip of the best Oscars moment ever:
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Honestly, if this year’s ceremony doesn’t open with just those fourteen seconds on a loop for a solid seven minutes, we’ll be sorely disappointed.
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We know that all you’ll be thinking about now is that clip and basking in how gloriously weird it is… so maybe take a few minutes, watch that clip another eight or so times just to be sure; grab yourself a cuppa and settle in - because it’s time to announce our own Reel Gals Academy Award winners! The ‘Osc-hers’, if you will.
Ask any professional in TV - and they’ll tell you that the best entertainment always starts not with an idea or any spark of passion… but with a spreadsheet. Spreadsheets are the equivalent of Amino Acid for British TV programmes. Boring, but true. So we put together a spreadsheet listing each category and, depending on how many nominees, numbered them 1-5 (or 1-8 in Best Picture’s case) where 5 = favourite nominee. Then the magic spreadsheet worked out the average for us because damn, we’re not NASA.
With all our votes cast (unfortunately four of the categories had to drop as we just couldn’t get viewing copies in time - sorry Documentaries, Short Docs, Live Action Shorts and Foreign Language films!) our WhatsApp group chock full of planning for hectic last-minute trips to the cinema, trailer breakdowns, Spotify playlists, Adam Driver spam [Sorrrrry ~ Jen] and late night Netflix binges - we’re ready to present our own personal winners of each category - JUST in time for the ceremony itself.
Will we be as off-the-mark as the Academy not putting Emily Blunt up for a Lead Actress nomination for her stellar work in A Quiet Place? Or will it turn out that we are actually a collective of omniscient New Age Mystics, ordained by the gods of Hollywood themselves - imparting our sage wisdom and knowledge of the Future? Who can tell? Not us. (Or can we??)
So, get Red Carpet ready and join us for our 2019 Oscars picks and their close-fought runners-up, as voted for by us!
LEAD ACTOR
1. Christian Bale - Not gonna lie, it’s difficult to completely lavish Bale with praise considering that a major part of the prep in his transformation into the illusive Dick Cheney was “eating a LOT of pies”. If I was paid on the premise of my pie eating abilities, I’m pretty sure I would be up for an award too, just sayin’. Anyway, he does a pretty good damn job of depicting someone that no one really knows a great deal about in the first place, especially viewers outside the UK (I had to google him twice).  His flair for delivering an all consuming, intense and seminal performance is as apparent as ever despite the layers of latex and make up to contend with. Particularly during the heart attack scene in which I found myself worryingly questioning how much red meat and cream I’d had in the last month. It worth saying that his performance owes a great deal to the aforementioned hair and makeup team, whose work is nothing short of astonishing.  It’s literally the only Christian Bale film in which I’ve never been attracted to Christian Bale, for real.  Considering that his last Oscar win was in 2011 for The Fighter, another dramatic, transformative role then he might be in with a chance. The voters have shown time and time again that they award convincing portrayals of famous figures so I reckon It’s a toss up between Malek and Bale this year, although with utmost respect to Malek, I hope it’s the latter. [~Marie]
RUNNERS UP:
2. Viggo Mortensen 
3. Rami Malek
LEAD ACTRESS
1. Olivia Colman - So, I always hear “Olivia Colman can do no wrong” and I have to admit that The Favourite is absolutely no exception. I first stumbled across her while heavily invested in Peep Show during my late teens, but it was really in Broadchurch that I fell in love with her as an actor (and while watching her acceptance speech for her recent BAFTA win, I fell in love with her as a person). I know that us Reel Gals were definitely a little divided regarding The Favourite as an overall film, but I don’t think any of us will have any major qualms if she picks up the Oscar this weekend. Her performance and portrayal of Queen Anne more than deserve it, and I stumbled around looking for the perfect phrase to express this embodiment, and her ability to make us empathize with this rather “brutish” historical figure. In the end what sums it up is Colman’s lack of fear to exhibit ‘grotesque charm’ balanced with her open vulnerability in the role of Queen Anne that (along with the other female-lead performances) kept the film afloat for me. [~ Kayleigh]
RUNNERS UP:
2. Yalitza Aparicio
3. Lady Gaga
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BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR
1. Mahershala Ali - Ali, to me is one of those faces (handsome faces) that, when you see, you can't quite put your finger on and when you IMDb search him you find yourself saying “Oh yeah, that's what he's in”, and to me that includes the fact that I forget about his Academy Award winning performance in Moonlight.  After Green Book I don't think I'll be forgetting him again and us Gals believe he should be receiving his second Oscar tonight to join his BAFTA and Golden Globe for the performance.  His portrayal of Classical and Jazz pianist Dr Don Shirley is the perfect accompaniment and antithesis to the uncouth Tony Lip portrayed by Viggo Mortensen.  I don't know enough about Dr Don Shirley to say that Mahershala embodies him, but I don't think that matters as much as the feeling watching his performance gives the viewer.  You can feel his frustration with Tony during their road trip, you can feel his loneliness in the hotels at night, you can feel his passion for music and playing the piano, you can feel his anger at how he is treated by the ignorant white southerners purely based on the colour of his skin and you can feel his love in the tear inducing final scene.  Any performance that can make me empathise with the emotions of an American male, mid-30s, black, upper-class, talented performer trying to overcome racism and ignorance in the American Deep South in the 60s (and if you hadn't guessed I fit none of those categories), is a powerful performance indeed.  Good luck Mahershala!   [~Robyn]
JOINT RUNNERS UP:
2. Richard E Grant / Adam Driver
BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS
1. Regina King - This may well have been the easiest category for me to vote on. (Even though I actually felt that this year showcased a whole lot of strongly-delivered performances, by so many talented women.) Regina King - wow - what a badass lady right there. I thought that the acting from all parties in If Beale Street Could Talk was so incredibly sincere, but especially that of King's. Together with the colour palette, soundtrack and cinematography, I was honestly so moved by the whole film (and am *entirely gutted* that it's been overshadowed by its competitors). I have only one complaint about IBSCT and that is that Regina King should have got more screen time. Everything I've seen King in I've loved and I have to admit that I was just happy to see this nomination, let alone think that her performance in IBSCT was flawless and even although she has some tough competition, that she fully deserves to win the Oscar. If Beale Street Could Talk represents love, passion, strength and power, whilst addressing themes such as race and equality - everything this film stands for, Regina King embodies in herself as a person and channels in her character, Sharon Rivers. It was refreshing to watch King and just believe her, believe in her character and believe in her as woman and a mother. You will forever be one of my heroes Regina, thank-you for sharing your talent. [~Katie]
RUNNERS UP:
2. Rachel Weisz
3. Emma Stone
BEST DIRECTOR
1. Spike Lee - I’m almost pained to admit that my first experience of a Spike Lee film only came about during my 3rd year of studying film at uni (for shame).  The module was ‘The Importance of Soundtrack’ and in particular, the inclusion of pop, hip-hop & R&B music to accentuate social commentary and help establish mood, setting and underlying tension that any director worth their salt can’t express through dialogue alone.  I remember leaving the tiny Gilmore cinema on a Tuesday afternoon having watched Do the Right Thing and feeling unusually energised, awake and slightly angry -  but in a good way. Cut to roughly 7 years later, I’m leaving Cineworld, on my 29th birthday, no less,  after a screening of BlacKkKlansman, still vibrating with anger and frustration 5 minutes after the film ended. It’s the most powerful last 10 minutes of a film, but it’s not Spike Lee’s best. Nor do I think it’s the best film of the year (although I’m possibly in the minority of my Reel Gals peers in saying that). However, in light of a barrage of recent injustices in the US  - social and political -  it cannot be considered anything less than a vital and timely film which (despite its shortcomings) deserves all the Oscar attention it gets. Lee is a complete master in his unique ability to inject comedy and style into a hard-hitting subject matter such as blind, racial hatred. Since next year will mark the 30th year since Lee’s first infamous Oscar snub, I feel like it’s only right that the academy should Do the Right Thing (heh, you see what I did there..?) and honour him for managing to stay angry (or #woke, if you prefer) and keeping us angry - in a good way. [~Marie]
RUNNERS UP:
2. Alfonso Cuarón
3. Yorgos Lanthimos
BEST ANIMATED FEATURE
1. Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse - If you were to pause this film on any frame, you could print it and hang it on your wall. Every single frame is a work of art. The Best Animated Feature category was extremely strong this year with the usual gorgeous Pixar and Disney outings that ordinarily would have snatched the title as they have done in previous years. Such is the power and unique brilliance of this film to take on the two Animation behemoths at their best and come out on top. Boasting twice the normal number of animators (177!!) to bring to life Phil Lord and Christopher Miller’s vision for Miles Morales’ colourful and diverse world, it utilises a glorious twist of new and old forms of animation as well as ideas from print - halftones, hatching and overprinting as well as inserting comic cells and onomatopoeic graphics (“THWIP!” and “BAGEL!” are particular favourites). Not only have we mixtures of frame-rates for characters within the same frame (Whaaaaat?!) to denote Miles’ initial clumsiness versus the other Spider-People’s practised grace; but we’re treated to mixtures of graphic styles with Manga, Noir and classic American cartoon for each of the Multi-Verse Spiders - which shouldn’t work, but does here so, SO well. It’s easy to understand how 10 seconds of final cut content took an entire year for 177 people to create. Lovely little touches like characters stepping into Noir’s space being affected by his immediate ‘windy’ environment and the hand-drawn overlays and inserted comic style frames make this the most exciting, innovative and beautiful-looking animated film not only of 2018 but we believe also of the last decade. It is a true cinematic experience and one that not only deserves the Oscar, but also deserves recognition for changing the landscape of what’s possible for film animation. Also, not going to lie - a lot of us came out of the film inexplicably attracted to Peter B Parker and wish he was real. We would buy that man as many bagels as he wants, for sure. [~Jen]
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RUNNERS UP:
2. Isle of Dogs
3. Ralph Breaks the Internet
BEST ANIMATED SHORT
1. Bao - Pixar shorts. They are great. One of the Reel gooduns is, Bao. It’s kinda silly, it’s a bit weird, but ultimately it does what Pixar does best. It taps into very touching, emotional aspects of the human condition. Bao is a 2018 computer-animated short film written and directed by Domee Shi and produced by Pixar Animation Studios. It was released with Incredibles 2 on June 15, 2018. It’s the shortest film of the shorts-lineup. Focusing on a middle aged mother is a wonderful perspective to choose. The film is about an ageing Chinese-Canadian mother, suffering from empty nest syndrome. She receives a rather unusual second chance at motherhood when she makes a baozi dumpling that comes to life as a boy. The film takes you by surprise at several points, after being lulled into a place of “OK, maybe this human baozi is something I can get on board with”, but it ends on a beautiful note. So, as Danny Devito once put it: “I like it, I love it, I want more of it”. [~ Caroline]
RUNNERS UP:
2. Late Afternoon
3. One Small Step
BEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY
1. BlacKkKlansman - Last year Get Out won the award for best original screenplay for its haunting, hilarious, terrifying, and almost ridiculously scary tale. Some thought this tale of fiction was too simple in its over-the-topness, but the message it wanted to pass was far from it. This year, the equally unbelievable and extremely important story of racism and bigotry comes in an adapted script form based on the true reports of police officer and KKK infiltrator Ron Stallworth. Released as a memoir in 2014 by Stallworth, screenwriters David Rabinowitz and Charlie Wachtel were shocked to find out that no studios even bothered buying the rights to this unbelievable tale and independently adapted the work. It’s not just a brilliant story cause of what happened. It’s not just an amazing comedy cause of the clever dialogue. Its ingenuity, lies on how contemporary this ‘period’ piece reads. From dialogue that feel as if you’re reading the latest Trump supporter’s tweets, to the unbelievable and unapologetic beliefs some have and march for even today. And in case quotes from the Grand Duke of the KKK like ‘I just want to make America great’ didn’t give the film a terrifying enough case of the ‘history is repeating itself’, the brilliant end scene sure does. Thank you for your public service, one day *hopefully* we’ll learn from past mistakes. [~ Lia]
RUNNERS UP:
2. Can You Ever Forgive Me?
3. The Ballad of Buster Scruggs
BEST ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY
1. Green Book - Well, I can genuinely say that Green Book is one of the most beautifully written and delivered films I have been blessed with watching at the cinema in a long time. Based on a true story, it invites the audience to join a world class African-American pianist and his Italian-American driver from the Bronx, on a concert tour of the Deep South in the 60′s - a difficult storyline, fraught with potential pitfalls, executed in a gentle and respectful way. Named after a legitimate travel guide that listed businesses that would accept African-American custom, Green Book confronts infuriating themes such as racism, segregation, class and sexuality – all of which are still issues today. The story encapsulates the growth of an unlikely partnership between the musician Dr Shirley (Mahershala Ali) and Tony Lip (Viggo Mortensen) – quick note to talk about how outstanding, heart-warming and believable their performances were – as with time, the begin to respect, understand and care for each other. [Obviously there are questions about why Green Book would frame a story about racism in the Deep South around a white man’s experience - and have the man of colour take a back seat. Literally. My takeaway from the film was mostly that people aren’t defined by their class as much as they aren’t by their colour - just because Dr Shirley is black does not mean he ought to fall into tired old stereotypes - just because Tony is poor (by comparison) and working class, doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the ‘perceived spoils of the upper classes’ - classical music or any of the rest of it. Dr Shirley expands Tony’s experience and understanding with regards race - while Tony expands Dr Shirley’s in class. In a post-Brexit and Trump world, where working class people are feeling increasingly marginalised and are partaking in scapegoating of people of colour as a result, perhaps Green Book (however problematic it may still be) presents a message that might get through to those people in today’s political climate? But of course, all of this is my opinion as a lower middle-class white lassie from the UK. ~Jen] 
As such, Peter Farrelly, Brian Currie and Nick Vallelonga (notably Tony Lip’s son) presents us with a rather Hollywood (in other words: soft) version of this story, resulting in a mixed response for this film (not from us down at Reel Gals HQ, we loved it), however, he tries to carefully balance out the hard-hitting, dark scenarios that our duo face on the road with the cleverly written dialogue and characterisation running into some really special, incredibly warm moments of character-driven humour.  
All in all, I would say Green Book is a cinematically stunning piece of work as well as a story of growth and respect; a feel good film that deserves the Oscar (I'm going to give Roma a quick S/O, as I do believe that it it too would be a worthy winner). I can also say that Farrelly really surprised me after some of the (in my opinion) trash that he’s previously had his name on (Dumb and Dumber, I’m looking at you). You will leave the film feeling warm, with faith in cinema and the inability to stop thinking about how much you want to fold up an entire pizza and eat it like a sandwich – I know I did. [~ Katie]
RUNNERS UP:
2. Roma
3. Vice
BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY
1. Roma -  Rumour has it that the revolution will not be televised, and up until recently, the category for Cinematography was almost relegated to the ad-breaks. Why John Bailey, why? Thankfully, after a public ballyhoo, we will be able to see the award presented via live stream (as well as Editing, Live-Action Short, and Makeup and Hairstyling). So why is Cinematography so vital to us?
 Let’s go back forty-eight years for a moment. Director, Norman Jewison once talked about how he created the warm, earthy haze of Fiddler on the Roof (1971) with the director of photography, Oswald Morris. They lined a lens with a pair of brown nylons seen on a woman on set (hello, 1970’s Hollywood!). Though Jewison shrugged this story off as a lucky spur-of-the-moment decision, it was made and carried out to stunning effect. Watch it and see. Almost half-a century later, and cinematography has continued to thrive in ingenuity and style.
 The Reel Gals have come together to appreciate Alfonso Cuarón’s, cinematographic mastery in Roma. Originally, Emmanuel Lubezki was set to take on this task, but there was an availability clash. Cuarón took over as well as writing the screenplay and directing the film. Lubezki remained an influence to Cuarón who said in an interview with Variety that Lubezki’s voice was in the back of his mind as he worked.
Roma is a semi-autobiographical take on Cuarón's upbringing in the Colonia Roma neighbourhood of Mexico City. Cuarón said of his stylistic choices:
 “I would say it’s the ghost of the present that is visiting the past, without getting involved, just observing, not trying to make a judgment or commentary.”
 With this in mind, I can see why he shot it in black and white. Actually, he shot it in colour with the Alexa 65, then paired it back to black-and-white, like a photo-realistic painter. The effect of this is that the film is crisp, and each scene seems almost 3D. When you take the colour away, other senses become heightened. The sounds in Roma, for example, are so much more present. The less you see, the more you fill in with your mind. Strangely, things seem more vivid in black and white.
 I recommend this article as it gives much more information about the visual decisions which were made. All I can say at this point is that as viewers, we intuitively respond to what has been crafted for us, and this craft should be celebrated. Alfonso Cuarón has given us an incredible film which (like Fidder) will be talked about by new generations of Reel Gals in another fifty years.  [~ Caroline]
RUNNERS UP:
2. Never Look Away
3. A Star is Born / The Favourite
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BEST FILM EDITING
1.Vice - Of all of the films shortlisted for the Oscars, one has stood out as being one with as many ideas laid out in the edit as it was in the writing and shooting of the piece. Hank Corwin makes use of syncopation like the greatest of musicians - very frequently going places creatively you would never expect… cuts to black; use of archive; the visuals quite often were at odds with the sound, but in the best possible ways. It is frantic, meta, fourth-wall busting, juxtaposition-filled mania with a persistent overarching feeling of extreme unease and increasing dread - perfectly fitting for Cheney’s journey into Power.[~ Jen]
RUNNERS UP:
2. BlacKkKlansman
3. Bohemian Rhapsody
BEST SOUND MIXING
1. Bohemian Rhapsody - So quickly, for those of you (like myself before casting my votes) who didn't know the difference between Sound Editing and Sound Mixing, Sound Editing is the creation and use of sound effects, Sound Mixing is the overall use of soundtrack including music, dialogue, sound effects, the whole shebang really.  Overall, although I thoroughly enjoyed Bohemian Rhapsody, I'm not sure I agree with the amount of award attention this movie is getting.  Maybe being a big Queen fan the movie left me feeling like it was mostly a celebration of them as a band and lacked any profound revelation.  However what can be truly marvelled at in this movie is the recreation of Freddie Mercury's performances; credit where it's due, Rami Malek did a great job of becoming him on screen; but the reproduction of that incredible voice and Queen’s Greatest Hits is what really makes the film what I would call “The Queen Experience”.  After seeing the movie and rediscovering an old love by listening to the soundtrack on repeat I noticed that it included live tracks and demos, and doing a bit of digging I discovered that for the concert scenes they used the real live sound from the concerts being recreated, in fact these sequences were chosen around the choice of recording (although don't quote me on that, my sources are from the internet, could be fake news).  Also, to make the Freddie Mercury voice perfect some of the recordings were mixed with Canadian Christian Rock artist Marc Martel whose voice is so similar you can barely tell the difference.  All of this attention to detail along with the cinematic surround sound effects means that for millennials like us, unfortunately too young to have seen Freddie perform live ourselves, can feel like we were actually at Live Aid (sorry Adam Lambert, you don't quite cut it).  That sounds award worthy to me. [~Robyn]
RUNNERS UP:
2. A Star is Born
3. First Man
BEST SOUND EDITING
1. First Man - As I mentioned above, for those of you who don't know, the Sound Editing category celebrates the creation and use of Sound Effects.  There are certain members of the Reel Gals that would disagree with me on my analysis of First Man - I found it boring and too long and to be 90% Ryan Gosling not really acting and mostly just being mopey (and this is coming from someone who loves Ry-Go as much as the next girl).  However I can appreciate that creating the illusion of space travel relies heavily on sound effects, on this I cannot fault the film.  Any scene that features people in the cockpit of a space rocket or bouncing about the face of the moon (spoiler - Neil Armstrong is the “first man” to take one small step for man and one… blah blah blah you know the rest), is beautifully soundtracked with what I imagine since I have never been to the moon, realistic sound effects. [Like Pavlov’s Dog - if I ever hear that intense rattling from this version of the cockpit of Apollo 11 again, I will take a serious whitey. ~Jen]  There are no dodgy Wilhelm Screams during the upsetting cockpit fire scene or Star Trek-like door “wooshes” here.  Now maybe if these types of sounds had been included I would have been more entertained, but the sound effects were so realistic and in the moon landing scene almost beautiful.  So well done to the sound team for keeping me too firmly in reality with this film. [~Robyn]
RUNNERS UP:
2. A Quiet Place
3. Bohemian Rhapsody
BEST PRODUCTION DESIGN
1. Mary Poppins Returns - I thought it was impossible to make a new Mary Poppins film and that attempting to remake a classic was just Hollywood proving it had run out of ideas but in the case of Mary Poppins Returns’ production designer John Myhre strikes a fine balance of appealing to the old eyes who watched the original and the fresh new ones experiencing this story for the first time. If you’re the one wearing the nostalgia glasses then each and every set in this film will make you feel like the kid you were all those years ago - from the cobbled streets of the reimagined 1930s London to the whimsical wonder that is the upside down house. This is where Myhre’s talent shines as he pays homage to the old while never quite replicating it. The house of 17 Cherry Tree Lane still looks and feels as if it has been lifted from Emile Kuri’s original designs but feels reimagined, the fingerprints of Michael Banks life as an adult are prevalent in every room - especially in the attic. Taking a trip up there feels like throwing yourself back in time filled with a clutter of old easter eggs that would thrill any fan of the first film - you don’t have to look far to spot the blocks used by Julie Andrews in ‘Spoonful of Sugar’ or the sash worn by Jane’s mum and of course the most notable throwback of all - the kite. In the end, this is a real house for a real man, in real depression who has lived a very real life but then cue Mary Poppins. The drab, brown and grey colour palette across the set bursts into colour as her mere presence turns this gritty reality into a magical fantasy. The mix of fantasy and reality blends seamlessly together so much so that even the expertly recreated scenes like Big Ben’s tower have a flare of magic to them.
I hadn’t realised until the credits started to roll that somewhere along the way I had taken my nostalgia glasses off and started to view this film as its own entity. Through beautifully crafted sets that meld seamlessly into the classic stylings of the animations, meticulous in detail, it captures the spirit of its predecessor but has an identity very much of its own. So, now I am prepared to eat my earlier retort and believe in the words of Mary Poppins herself - “everything is possible, even the impossible.”  [~Isla]
RUNNERS UP:
2. Black Panther
3. The Favourite
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BEST ORIGINAL SONG
1. Shallow - A Star is Born - I have to admit, I’m rather gutted that All The Stars missed out on our number one spot (thanks Gals) but Shallow undoubtedly is a bit of a banger. “Is there somethin’ else you’re searching for” - Shallow poetically (when I say poetically, I mean pretty darn obviously) offers the audience an insight to both Ali and Jackson’s character growth throughout the film: Ali, looking to get more out of her life than it was offering her and Jackson, his deterioration in light of his dying career (is that a spoiler? Surely not!). Don’t get me wrong, I loved A Star is Born and genuinely think Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper *pauses for Bradley Cooper’s voice* have an undeniable connection, the way they perform together - both in this song and the film as a whole - left me with chills (an opinion shared by fewer than half of the Reel Gals) [I may have hated the film, but that won’t stop me beltin’ this mother out at the karaoke ~ Jen] - Shallow will live on and I am sure will be leaving with Academy award, however in my opinion, it’s not particularly inspiring or lyrically imaginative. Still love you, Gaga. [~ Katie]
RUNNERS UP:
2. All The Stars - Black Panther
3. The Place Where Lost Things Go - Mary Poppins Returns
BEST ORIGINAL SCORE
1. BlacKkKlansman by Terence Blanchard - BlacKkKlansman marks the 19th project and 30th year of a Spike Lee/Terence Blanchard partnership and wowzers! Blanchard has composed a score that beautifully enhances the exquisite direction of Lee, capturing a sound that really drives the audience’s emotion throughout the film. Although I found it almost impossible to choose between all the nominations for Best Score, Blanchard has stolen top spot at the Reel Gals’ Academy Awards and to be honest, rightfully so! Terence Blanchard uses “his passion and desire to serve the story” when it comes to anything he composes, which is just one of the reasons he is fully deserved of the Oscar when it comes to the BlacKkKlansman score. He pulls in influences of Hendrix with the electric guitar (which in my opinion really captures Ron Stallworth’s character as a whole) and couples it with the power of brass, a combination that successfully delivers both chilling and comedic moments – alluding to what the audience should be feeling, rather than being on the nose. Terence Blanchard had the responsibility of composing for an unbelievable and haunting TRUE story and respectfully does so, joining Spike Lee in telling the a story of hate from the 70s and leaving the audience with the hard-hitting truths that we still deal with similar hate, even now. [~ Katie]
RUNNERS UP:
2. Mary Poppins Returns by Marc Shaiman & Scott Wittman
3. Black Panther by Ludwig Goransson
BEST MAKEUP AND HAIR
1. Vice - Makeup and hair are such a crucial part of building the characters we see on screen - they help the actors embody the person they’re playing (literally!). The outcry when the Academy dared to suggest that they might bump this and other critical categories (Cinematography and Editing to name a couple for gawd’s sake - HOW DO YOU MAKE A FILM WITHOUT THOSE??!) to being hidden in the ad breaks was so vehement - and rightly so. I don’t know how many times I walked past the poster and ad screens for Vice and had next to no recognition at all for any of the main cast. When I eventually read the names under the pictures, I remember very loudly going “WHAT?! WHAAAAAAT?! all the way down the escalator in our local Cineworld (my partner can attest to his embarrassment at my outburst)… Steve Carell, Sam Rockwell, Amy Adams… and then we have Christian “So Method” Bale. 
Some people might argue that his transformation was mostly down to, as Marie suggests in our Lead Actor category, his increased pie intake and his unmatched ability to give himself over completely to the character.  But without the design and hard work every day of Greg Cannom, Kate Biscoe and Patricia Dehaney, he would have just been “Thicc, Evil Christian Bale” - not an almost-indistinguishable-from-the-real-thing embodiment of political monster Dick Cheney. 
There is an absolutely excellent article I found in which Cannom talks website Vox through his design and daily process and it’s frankly incredible. < find it here >  More incredible still, once he had a cast of Bale’s head (whom he says was wary of the process of SFX makeup and prosthetics as he hadn’t done it before) he only had two weeks to design and build the various ages of Cheney onto Bale’s very differently-shaped head. The quality of the skin (given a sweaty shine by an application of KY Jelly as a final step to the process, hilariously) is impeccable; the build of the silicone to completely change the shape of Bale’s face is grotesquely gorgeous. Across the board this is one of the most impressive examples of practical makeup and hair SFX I’ve ever seen - and in an age of CGId top lips to remove stubborn moustaches and digital de-ageing processes getting more and more advanced, this film proves the practical way is as strong and vital as ever and fully deserving of taking centre stage - on air - at the Oscars. [~Jen]
BEST COSTUME DESIGN
1. Black Panther - I couldn’t possibly pretend to be an expert on costume design or on the numerous African Tribal influences that have given these costumes their heart and soul. But, I can say that while watching Black Panther I was utterly blown away with the attention to detail, combined with the bold bursts of colour and creativity. I also can’t explain my sheer relief and empowerment of watching fierce female characters kick ass without the carbon copy, over sexualized outfit with matching heels. Now I don’t want my first blog post to cause too much of a divide, but I’m definitely referring to my eye roll during Wonder Woman right after I spotted those raised golden beauties... and just for the record, I actually loved Wonder Woman (and I love heels) but it was just so refreshing, and practical, without losing any of the superhero escapism we all long for.  The head costume designer Ruth E. Carter absolutely fulfilled all my ‘tribal-warrior-female-fantasy’ dreams (is that a category from RuPaul’s Drag Race?) and I left the cinema envious of her talent. Some of the costumes were literally pieces of wearable art and will no doubt be celebrated as such. [~ Kayleigh]
JOINT RUNNERS UP:
2. The Favourite / Mary Poppins Returns
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BEST VISUAL EFFECTS
1. Ready Player One - This was one of the most difficult categories to vote for. All five films brought amazing innovations in the art of cinema and definitely deserve to be recognised for them and you know what, Reel Gals will! First Man combined a mixture of diverse sources for its aesthetic; visual effects, special effects, and even archival footage of the NASA launch. Solo gave us the perfect visual effect adaptation of the legend that Star Wars fans everywhere know as the 12 parsecs run. Christopher Robin created a photoreality mixed with shot on location footage so good, that its parody Trainspotting mashup video attests to its VFX perfection. Avengers: Infinity War had two different effects teams (TWO!) building the most realistic performance from Brolin’s onset one and could possibly land Marvel with their first ever effects Oscar. However, Ready Player One, created an entire virtual world that immersed characters and viewers alike by combining effects with animation. Remember The Overlook Hotel part from The Shining in the film? The blood? The scary twins and old lady turned into a zombie? That’s right, hand them that award now and then in true Mean Girls fashion, break it up and share with the rest. You’re all VFX queens. [~Lia]
RUNNERS UP:
2. Avengers: Infinity War
3. First Man
Which leaves us with just one more award to lay out… it’s the big’un. Can you guess what it might be, from our voting habits above?
BEST PICTURE
1. BlacKkKlansman - Winning our Best Picture vote - based on a true story, BlacKkKlansman is a spectacularly timely look at institutional and societal racism and bigotry - holding a mirror up squarely in the face of modern audiences. Set against the backdrop of the Ku Klux Klan’s ‘organised hate’ in 1970’s Colorado, it is equal parts horrifying and hilarious; poignant and relevant. The performances are compelling and perfectly balanced - most notably, the relationship between buddy cops John David Washington’s ‘Ron Stallworth’ and Adam Driver’s ‘Flip Zimmerman’ is nuanced and brimming with mutual respect, both for one another in character and as actors. The two have spectacular comic timing - but they both also boast the finely-honed acting chops to carry the Singularity-strength gravity of the themes presented by Ron Stallworth’s incredible true story. The beautifully-composed shots and off-kilter score compliment Spike Lee’s characteristically brave and politically-biting choices as director, exemplified particularly in the closing scene of his latest Joint, which (after a moment of levity and possibly the biggest laugh of the film) is affecting, desperately sad and deeply terrifying - and will stay with you for a long time.     [~ Jen]
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RUNNERS UP:
2. Green Book
3. Roma
And that’s that. The audience’s sugar levels are low… The ‘get off the stage’ music has started playing… and the awards organisers are threatening to cut to an ad break. But before they can send the heavies onto the stage to forcibly remove us - it’s NOT OVER YET - *grabs microphone*  here are some nominations we would have added:
BEST PICTURE: First Man [Genuinely thought this was a shoe-in! ~Jen]
BEST SONG: Sunflower by Post Malone & Swae Lee for Spider-Verse [Honestly, the entire score for Spider-Verse was spectacular and I'm gutted it didn't get a nomination either, although it was tough enough as it is for best original score, as all nominations are stunning - BUT BEST SONG, where is this nomination? And WHY, GOD WHHHY is ‘I'll Fight’ on there? It genuinely made me want to pull out my eyeballs ~ Katie] [Couldn’t agree more. Ruth Bader Ginsberg deserves more than this old-fashioned early 2000s-style credit-roller ballad. You’re better than this, J-Hud. ~ Jen]
LEAD ACTRESS: Emily Blunt for A Quiet Place
LEAD ACTRESS: Viola Davis for Widows 
LEAD ACTOR: John David Washington for BlacKkKlansman [This omission I think has slightly tarnished Driver’s well-deserved nomination for Best Supporting; with a lot of people asking why the ‘white guy is the only one to receive an acting nom from a film about a black man’s struggles with the KKK’. I would suggest that Driver’s character Flip, as DJW’s character Ron states: “Also has skin in the game”, being Jewish - it’s hardly him doing a ‘Scarlet Johansson’, given the point of the story is that he’s Ron’s proxy and crucial to his takedown of the chapter. But then it *is* difficult to argue that the intentions of the Academy were (whether subconsciously or not) entirely well-intentioned on the matter of not including Washington in the nominations. ~ Jen]
LEAD ACTOR: Steve Carell for Beautiful Boy
BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR: Steve Carell (again - what a year he’s had!) for Vice
BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR: Timotheé Chalamet for Beautiful Boy
BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS: Danai Gurira for Black Panther
VISUAL EFFECTS: Welcome to Marwen [This!! ~ Kayleigh]
BEST DOCUMENTARY FEATURE: Whitney [I would also say the editing of this was fantastic, if it's good enough for the Edinburgh Film Festival then it’s good enough for an Oscar consideration ~Robyn]  
And despite the outwardly more-diverse-than-usual (which still isn’t saying much) nominee list this year thanks to an extremely influential #OscarsSoWhite campaign and hopefully the beginnings of a turning of the tide for Hollywood (we hope - it's about bloody time something improved) - it seems the Academy aren’t quite there with equality and representation yet...
BEST DIRECTOR: A woman. Any women, for goodness’ sake. It’s 2019! A nod to Glasgow-born Lynne Ramsay for You Were Never Really Here, Marielle Heller for Can You Ever Forgive Me? and Debra Granik for Leave No Trace. Just in case the Academy didn’t think they had enough choice! [~Marie]
At time of writing, the other main awards events for the year have been and gone - and the differences in nominations and winners laid out by the Oscars, BAFTAs, Globes and Critics’ Choice nominees lists vs the reality of women’s film work in 2018 are still quite stark - specifically in contrast with events like the Independent Spirit Awards - (admittedly films like Green Book and blockbusters etc wouldn’t qualify) - who lavished their awards last night on films like If Beale Street Could Talk; You Were Never Really Here, Leave No Trace and Sorry to Bother You - notably with many of the winners crying out for more female representation in the nominations for Directing and other categories in film in general.
2018 was the strongest year for representation of women in film yet - with places like the BFI Film Festival presenting more female-led films than ever before in its history and how vociferous the support is getting for equal opportunity and recognition - importantly not only from women - in calling out these omissions-by-gender, here’s hoping the Academy will catch on. Eventually.
But until that time… thanks for joining us for our little pre-Oscars ceremony and our first proper blog! Cheers for reading, sharing and any hits of the like button are greatly appreciated… Thank you to the Academy… we’d also like to thank our parents, everyone who believed in us, Adele Dazeem, dogs (all of them) for being excellent...
*Rugby-tackled by security guards and dragged off-stage*
Xx ~ The Reel Gals
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October part 4
A/N: i had this ready for so long and decided to rewrite it last night and i didn’t proofread to the best of my abilities so im sorry. all parts are tagged under october fic
Warnings: none
Word count: 2k (the longest chapter so far at least)
Emma and Hannah talked for the rest of the night about anything they could. When no one spoke, they sat in a comfortable silence until it was broken with one of them sarcastically threatening the other or speaking with no provocation.
“Cough one more time and I’ll throw you in the lake” -Emma 9:34
“What do you think our pets name us?” -Hannah 9:57
“Thanks, I hate it” -Emma 10:22
“How confused do you think a lion would be if it saw an octopus?” -Hannah 10:49
“Frankenstein is oddly symmetrical” -Also Hannah 
After the last one Emma finally looked up. “You know, it’s times like these when I wonder how we ever became friends’
“We were both lonely so we decided to be lonely together”
“Ah right, the greatest mistake of my life” Emma recalled. Hannah’s jaw dropped in shock
“Emma!”
“Okay okay i’m sorry” Emma couldn’t hold back her laughter “I should probably go, it’s getting late here” She glanced at the clock 11:52pm.
“Oh sure break my heart and run away why don’t you” Hannah spoke flatly before they said their goodbyes and hung up.
Emma hadn’t noticed how dark her room had actually become until Hannah had hung up. Her laptop providing the only light in the room. She quickly changed and got into bed, pulling the duvet up over her shoulders. She started to ponder the events of the day, almost definitely overthinking everything. How could you have already made him hate you.
Harrison lied awake in his bed, he’d been struggling to sleep for a while. The photo still etched into his brain. Did something happen? Was it just for a project?  He’d never craved answers so much. If he could actually talk to her without making a fool of himself then maybe he’d get them. After about another hour and a glass of water, sleep finally took over.
A few days had passed and went pretty well. Emma had already figured out how to get around set, at least to the important parts; Her trailer, Toms trailer, Z’s, Jacob’s. The important ones. Her first interview of the day was Tony, she had to wait an hour or so for Z and Jacob to finish their next scene so she stayed in Tony’s trailer and talked with him.
They asked each other an abundance of questions. By the end of it Tony could have probably written her biography. Emma could have answered any questions you had about him. Favourite food? Favourite colour? She knows it.
“You and Tony got real close huh?” Z asked after her interview.
Emma shrugged “I guess so. I mean, he’s really nice and we had an hour to kill so we just.. Talked. Things just flowed. It was a nice change honestly”
‘Change from what?” Z looked over at her as Emma sighed. “Come sit here, we’re gonna be awhile” she patted the seat next to her and Emma sat down.
“A change from from what?” Zendaya repeated
“Holland and co” Emma paused “They're all super nice don’t get me wrong, Sam and I constantly. Just whenever Harrison is there things get kinda awkward”
Zendayas features soften, her voice filled with sympathy “He’s just like that sometimes I guess. Tom and him have been friends for years already. Just don’t take it to heart Em.” Emma nodded “Good. Now tonight you’re coming back to my hotel with me and we’re gonna talk got it? Great”
Emma chuckled “I see that i get no say in this whatsoever”
Zendaya shook her head “None at all”
Once Z wrapped, her driver drove both of them back to her hotel, which was significantly larger than Emmas.
“Okay important stuff first” Zendaya starts as soon as the door shuts behind them. “Hogwarts house. Favourite musical. Favourite band or artist or whatever” she counts them off on her fingers as she speaks.
Emma smiled “Ravenclaw, les mis or grease, probably Bowie”
“Bowie, really?” Zendaya echoed as they sat down on the couch, Emma nodded
“Yeah or maybe the Beatles” Zendaya looked shocked “What do you think i only ever listen to orchestra music?”
“No just didn’t picture you as a classic rock fan”
“I’m just full of surprises” Emma spoke sarcastically.
“Okay well I still know nothing about you and that seems kind of unfair considering you could google everything about me. So tell me stuff” Z leaned in closer, whispering the last sentence
“How personal do you want me to get?” Emma asked
“As much as your comfortable with” Z explained.
“I mean if were going all the way back I lived with my mom growing up, bout an hour outside of Toronto, never really knew my dad. I have a few vague memories but he left when I was six so they aren’t much. I’ve always been pretty music-oriented and my family never knew where I got it from. They were all science and math people My best friend, Hannah, we met when we were 7 at a youth band thing and have been stuck together since. We did everything together. We actually both graduated early and applied to the same universities but she stayed in the city to do musical neuroscience and I moved six hours away for performance music and then switched into composition” Emma ended.
“What about like dating and stuff? There's no way you’ve never had a boyfriend” Z leaned back, resting her elbow on the back of the couch, holding her head up.
“I dated the same guy for all four years of high school and into uni” Zendaya’s eyes went wide “Yeah it was really good at first but around the end of my junior year it got ugly. But we’d been dating so long I was almost convinced that it was normal. Once I got into university it got really bad and that’s when I came to my senses” Emma spoke calmly. Something about Z made her easy to trust.
The rest of the night went by quickly. They talked, ordered food, and watched Brooklyn Nine-Nine for the rest of the night.
The next two weeks on set went by pretty much the same. When Emma wasn’t doing post-scene interviews, she was in either Toms, Zs or Tony’s trailer. She had become pretty close with some more of the cast, particularly Jacob and Remy, definitely the most comfortable with Tony though.  She’d grown pretty close with Sam and Harry. Even becoming closer with Harrison. To the point were the two of them plus Sam watched the dark knight rises in Tom’s trailer after Emma had admitted to never having seen it. Even still, it was always fleeting gazes or staring way too long with both of them, neither approaching the other unless someone else was there, and still, they were all stutters and flushed cheeks.  
Emma had not had a good morning so far. It was Michael’s last day on set for a while so it was going to be only her now. Of course the first day without Michael and she woke up late and couldn’t get her coffee maker to work and found that the pants she’d planned on wearing, she hadn’t packed. Instead opting for a black skirt and a yellow top with the same pair of ankle boots as always, her hair pulled into a ponytail. Michael had gone in early so the drive to set was just Iris and Emma. It was slightly awkward, normally Michael would be the one to speak up and start conversations but without him there it was silent. The only good part of her morning so far, had been Iris offering to stop and get coffee when Emma told her of her morning so far.
Once she was out of the car, Emma started towards her and Michaels trailer, coffee in hand and her bag on her back. She felt her phone start to ring and pulled it out of the waistband of her skirt and with one hand, answered it holding it up to her ear
“Oh perfect you answered” Michael started, not even giving emma time to say hello “I have some stuff for you to listen to once you get here. I’d really like your input”
“Okay. Iris just dropped me off I’ll be there in like two minutes” Emma found herself walking in between the abundance of trailers.
“Great. You remember which one right?”
“Yes of course I do Michael, it’s been two weeks. I’ll be fine. Bye”
“Okay well just text if you get lost. Bye now”
Emma pushed her phone back into her waistband. She looked up, but not soon enough to avoid the chest she walked straight into, the other person also on their phone.
Harrison
Emma stumbled back, dropping her pretty much full coffee on the ground. Harrisons hands immediately went to her waist to stabilize her, feeling her stiffen underneath his touch.
“Sorry about that, I should’ve been paying more attention” Emma looked up at Harrison. He was easily six inches taller than her. Everything she’d worried about during the very first interview had come true. She wasn’t able to look away now. She noticed the smallest details about him that she hadn’t before. Like the way his eyes got more green towards the outside, or the light stubble along his jaw, or how his cheeks seemed slightly more pink than normal.
“It’s alright darling, just watch out next time, yeah?” Harrison gave a small smile and Emma nodded. They were both lost in each other for a few moments. As if they were trying to memorize every detail of the other. Like the faint freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks.
Darling? It had rolled so easily off his lips, he hadn’t even noticed he said it.
It took a minute before Harrison realized how close they really were. He reluctantly pulled his hands away from her waist. As he did Emma broke their eye contact and took a step back, bending down to pick up the fallen cup.
“Ill uh.. I’ll buy you a new one” Harrison spoke, Emma looked up at him as she stood.
“No no you don’t have to really” She shook her head “It’s just a coffee. It’s not a big deal” They stood there for a moment, neither speaking, Harrisons hands in his pockets as Emma’s fiddled with the now empty cup “I should uh” Emma wet her lips quickly “I should get going” she barely looked up as the both nodded and she walked towards the trailer.
Once she was inside she threw out the cup and grabbed a paper towel to wipe off the  drops of coffee that had bounced up onto her legs. She placed her stuff on her desk and dragged her chair over to Michaels desk.
“You wanted me to listen to something?” she said as she sat down
“Yeah yeah give me one second” he said placing a few final notes in the composition program before hitting play on the theme he had written so far for the movie. After about four minutes, what he has so far ends. He looks towards Emma with a questioning glance “So?
“I uh It’s amazing obviously but.. I think it should have less to do with that triumphant superhero stuff you’ve got going on and more towards Peters loyalty and concern for his friends. I definitely wouldn’t scrap this though, maybe just not for the scene you’ve got it for” Michael nods as Emma speaks. Adding little “hm”s and “okay”s here and there.
“How about this. I want you to write it for this scene” Emma’s eyes widen in shock.
“Waitwaitwait you- I- you want me to write part of the score?” Emma barely stutters out
“Well yeah. Your name doesn’t get put in the credits unless you actually write something because technically you work for me not marvel and I want you name in there as badly as you probably do. So if you write something, you get credit.” Michael looks over at Emma, her jaw dropped. “I’ll take that as yes but Emma you’re going to catch flies. I have a meeting to go to now but you know what to do” Michael grabbed his bag and left.
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My List of My Fav Videos From 2017!!
Hold onto your hats kids, this is gonna be a long list cause I have no self control with these types of things. I LIKE THEM ALL SO MUCH I CAN’T NARROW IT DOWN! I had to stop myself from watching all of these over again lol They are in chronological order too btw
My Mom Plays Five Nights at Freddy's (starting off the year right, with this fantastic video)
THE ULTIMATE BET (where we found out Mark’s real age is 7 years old)
Markiplier's Adventures 2 (there was just something fun and special about this fan game! and Tiny Box Tim and Tiny Box Tina were so cute! pls more fan games in the future)
How Do You Pronounce "Archive"? (this was cool cause it was one of the first videos he did where he got fan participation in the video)
Markiplier Makes Fanart (loved this, so much fun)
Buried (this game was so cool, cause the story was great and I was waiting excited every day for a new video)
I've Got Something for YOU!! (he made fans twitter banners and it was amazing)
Golf With Friends (always fantastic)
Resident Evil 7 (I really loved this game okay)
Friend Yoga (where Mark and Tyler try not to kill each other while doing yoga)
Mr. Massagy - Part 1 (so fun)
Cards Against Humanity (they are the worst kinds of people)
BALLOON ANIMAL CHALLENGE (laughed so much)
Raft (mark goes insane on the ocean)
ghost dog (chica is a ghost)
Markiplier Makes Videos (all of them are on this list cause they are amazing and one of my favorite series)
Markiplier Footballs the Super Bowl (this is was a lot of fun but also Mark abandons Tyler at the park)
The Challenge Challenge (best challenge vid)
I'M SORRY!! (Ethan and Tyler are mean to Mark and we all loved it)
A DATE WITH MARKIPLIER and also the Bloopers (the start of something so amazing the my heart can’t handle it and neither can the fandom. definitely gonna binge this year on Valentine’s Day)
Oxygen Not Included (a great game, so amazing I bought it)
Markiplier Going on TOUR!? (hilarious and amazing)
SAVE MARKIPLIER (that time Mark and the gang were trapped in Boston so he punched all the snow)
Winter is Coming - OFFICIAL TRAILER (that time Mark and the gang were trapped in Boston and Mark went crazy)
OneShot (a great game that Mark keeps saying he’ll finish)
THIS GUY is allowed to STREAM?! CHARITY????? GONE WRONG? YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT! GONE VIOLENT! CRYING! (okay..okay..I couldn’t not include this stream as one of my favorites, cause it’s where Mark called me on Skype! I was the first one they called and still almost a year later I’m like WOW THAT WAS ME)
360 VIDEO | Let's Play Minecraft | Part 1 (the return of Google)
Markiplier Bounces on a Trampoline (so meme-y)
click here if you want to see unending sadness (that time we celebrated Wade’s birthday instead of Mark hitting 17 million)
Don't Play This Game (that time Dark appeared in a Let’s Play)
You're Welcome (that time Mark fell on his ass and it was hilarious)
Playerunknown's Battlegrounds (this game is amazing, I need more always)
Markiplier TV and Bloopers (that time the egos all came back and everyone lost their shit over it. one of my BIG FAVS from this year)
PREY (great game!)
spongebob meme (i love memes, what can I say)
FIDGET SPINNERS RUIN LIVES (”You’ve been in there since St. Patrick’s Day!)
Kindergarten (also a good game!)
Google Gets An Upgrade (Google is back and say hello to Bing!)
Quick Message! (this was freakin adorable)
World's 4th Quietest Let's Play (so quiet, so many mouth sounds)
Reading Your Comments #18 (so good, it has Chica hiccups and Amy doing Mark’s makeup)
Mario Kart w/ Ethan - Part 1 (THE GOO)
snoot (best vid of 2017)
Doodly Doo | Markiplier Remix (sprintin down the hallway!)
putting on AND taking off 48 SHIRTS (it’s always funny when they take them off and Mark get’s squooshed)
My longest hello everybody ever (he turned 28 and this was the first thing he did)
I Google Myself (I love this)
Crash Bandicoot N'Sane Trilogy (pls more, I love)
Dream Daddy (A GOOD GAME)
DARKIPLIER vs ANTISEPTICEYE and Bloopers (the video people wanted in a way they didn’t know that they also wanted)
West of Loathing (BEST GAME OF 2017 OKAY)
The Man With No Shadow (best original song. mark started singing this at the Louisville show but then realized he didn’t know the words)
MaRkiPLieR JuSt WatChES aS PeOple Fu$^!NG DIE (best sub reddit ever and brought me so much joy)
Ed Sheeran - Thinking Out Loud - Cover (so beautiful and amazing, so proud of Mark)
Who Killed Markiplier? and Bloopers (what can I even say about this, so so amazing. so proud of the team and also killed the fandom again and still is killing us to this day)
JIM NEWS (The Jims have a special place in my heart and I love them and will protec)
Van Vlogs (such an amazing idea! like honestly, thank you for bringing us with you on your adventures)
Playing Dead with CHICA!! (chica is cute and deserves everything in the world)
nyoom (this video was just so badass?????)
The Evil Within 2 - Part 1 (more interactive streams!)
James Arthur - Say You Won't Let Go - Cover (so beautiful and so much improvement!)
7 Second Challenge: KNOCK-OFF DAN & PHIL (always funny)
BALLOON ANIMAL CHALLENGE #2 (where is the proboscis?)
Don't remember (woke up and watched this and then couldn’t get back to sleep cause OMG WTF IS HAPPENING)
big MOOD? (this was a big mood)
Chica's First Ball Pit (I love the Chica’s FIrst videos so much omg!! Also why is there no playlist of these, it’s a crime)
Mashed Potato Bath Tub (hiding in my room to watch this video while my family was downstairs on Thanksgiving)
Five Nights at Freddy's: Pizzeria Simulator (I really enjoyed this game, fun times)
Cuphead (omg such an amazing game, so well done, inspired) 
Are You Ready For Christmas QUIZ (laughed...so much)
Doki Doki Literature Club (it brought the spooks in the best way)
CHICA'S FIRST SNOW (saw this after opening presents on Christmas and it was so beautiful my mom didn’t even realize it was Mark singing and gosh, the most pure video ever, also the Peanut’s Christmas is my fav so 11/10)
And here it is! My way-too-long list of favorite Markiplier video’s from 2017!! This took me 2 hours lol There were just so many good one’s this year!! Thank you Mark so much for all the amazing videos you make for us. It’s so inspiring every day. I look forward to all the videos you’ll make this year~
<3
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