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bladerunnwr · 1 year
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la la land (2016) dir. damien chazelle
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danime25 · 4 months
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Rockin' Around
ao3 // normal masterlist // christmas masterlist
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*Summary: Sebastian and his wife celebrate the holidays doing what they know how to do best, sing
*Rating: E for Everyone
*Content/Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, It's What Sebastian Deserves
*Status: Complete
“La.”
“La.” The man matched the female voice, hitting the note on his piano as well.
“La.” Her note goes up an octave. He matched her once more with his piano before clearing his throat. “That’s too high for me honey.”
“That’s okay.” She smiled and walked behind her husband. She wrapped her arms loosely around his shoulders. He reached out and arranged his sheet music before loosely warming up his fingers across the keys
“This still plays like a dream.” He looked back at his wife
“It better. You have no idea how much I paid to have this thing tuned up to perfection before it got delivered.” She rested her chin on top of his head. She started humming the notes she read off the sheet music and Seb matched her with his piano. “Jingle bells, jingle bells.”
“Jingle all the way.” He finished the line for her
“Mommy.”
“Yes dear?” She turned around to see her oldest daughter. She pulled away from her husband and lifted her daughter up
“I don’t want to go to sleep. There’s only a couple more nights until Christmas.”
“Well you can’t stay up until Christmas.” She explained to her daughter
“Why not?”
“Well then you’ll be really tired, and who knows who might open your presents if you’re not up.”
“No no no!” She whined. Her mom kissed her head to calm her down
“It’s okay. That’s why you need to go to bed tonight.”
“Okay…” Their daughter didn’t seem too happy, but she seemed to accept this
“Do you want to sing with mommy and daddy quickly?” Sebastian looked over his shoulder at his girls
“Yeah.” His daughter smiled, trying to escape her mother’s grasp. Her mother let her go and she slid onto the other side of the piano bench. She tapped at some keys quickly before looking up at her father
“What should we sing? Should we sing… rudolph?” His fingers quickly played a jazzy version of the classic. His daughter giggled, but shook her head, “Okay not Rudolph, what about Silver Bells? Or Jingle Bells? Or we can sing Deck the Halls?”
“How about we sing Rockin around the Christmas Tree?” His wife offered
“I don’t know that one mama.” Their daughter whined
“But I like that one.” Sebastian matched his daughter’s tone before readying himself to start the song. He played a couple of free form notes before going back to the familiar melody of the Christmas classic and his wife joined in. After they got that song out of their system, Seb started playing the notes to Frosty the Snowman for his daughter. He put her hands on the high keys that he could reach if he wanted to, but instructed her when to play her notes instead. “Frosty the snowman…”
“Was a fairytale," they say,” His wife continued. His daughter got up mid-song and started dancing and his wife attempted to mimic what her daughter was doing. When the song was over, Sebastian switched over to a slower song, hoping it’d be enough to tire out his daughter so he and his wife could have some time alone. Sure enough his daughter slumped against the bench and he scraped her off his back. He got up and carried her to bed and kissed her head as he tucked her in.
“Good night, sleep tight.” He whispered, moving the hair off her forehead, “Sweet dreams of Frosty, Ariel.” He stepped away and went through the door and back into the living room where his wife was playing freehand on their piano. He kissed the back of her head and asked, “You taking requests?”
“For you, anything my love.”
“Can you play…” He thought for a moment, “I’ll be home for Christmas?”
“Sure.” She started playing and he put his hands down on the lower end of the piano to start playing an accompanying melody for her to sing to, “What are you doing honey?”
“I want to hear you sing.” He smiled at her
“Fine. Go ahead and twist my arm.” She laughed and got up from the seat to sing along to the song. “Happy?”
“More beautiful than Karen Carpenter herself.”
“Stop.” She laughed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders again. She pressed her lips onto his and smiled, “I love you Seb.”
“I love you too.” He put his hands on her waist and danced slowly across the room until the two went to bed themselves.
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branchofcinnamon · 1 year
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The Barbie Movie but it's actually a La La Land and Emma Stone/Ryan Gosling movie couple reunion
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i4brience · 16 days
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la la land (2016) headers !
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svankmajerbaby · 4 months
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ok i just watched the mina le video on movie musicals, and im still thinking about how movie musicals are marketed but most importantly to me, how theyre made
so bc musicals are "cringe", three movie musicals have been hiding the fact theyre not musicals in their trailers, and focused on selling, what else, nostalgia and the association with a previous intellectual property. in the actual context, its not a surprise, though it does mean theres a void of actual interesting movie musical projects. i personally think that the fact that we havent had a movie musical of the best original one made in years, hadestown, is a real shame... but considering that, even though its not a particularly hard musical to convert to screen, it would be extremely easy to fuck up through movie star casting and a bad choice of director who doesnt know their way around a musical number... still, i would like to see someone try.
but anyways.
what i personally have an issue with is the decision between movie actors who cant sing and stage actors who cant act in the way movie directors supposedly want. the choice to go with big movie actors the audiences are familiar with, and that also act like the audiences expect actors to act, is understandable. producers suppose actors can do anything if they try hard enough and they can carry a tune and do some dancing with the proper coaches and a month or two of rehearsals. but i personally am of the mind that a theater actor, a stage actor, is a much more valuable performer in a movie musical because they already know how to inhabit a musical character, how to move and interpret the overwhelming emotions a musical character needs to embody. besides, at least to me, the beauty of a musical is to see an amazing musical performance, that matches accordingly with a compelling story and characters. i wouldnt want to watch a billy elliot movie musical if it didnt have great dancing, for example. i wouldnt want to watch a wicked movie if the actors couldnt perform the songs perfectly in character. musicals are at their best, of course, when the music drives the story forward, and i feel like thats a skill that most directors dont have. the reason les mis didnt fully work for me is less because of the "realistic, flawed singing" (which did bother me at times, especially with the more action involved characters like valjean and javert) and because the cast was so badly directed and unbalanced. thats why something like west side story 2021 is so important to me: a movie with 99% musical theater actors, which are all well directed by a movie director who knows how to move the camera around the performers to instill a sense of dynamism and excitement. i maintain that choreographers in general should try directing movies. the in the heights movie, even if i didnt personally care for the music, was excellently directed because it was obvious the director had a sense of the rhythm the movie needed, and that the best way to convey that was through the camera. this is why i thought guy ritchie, an action director, would have been great for the aladdin live action remake –and then i was proven wrong. i keep blaming disney, though: watch the man from uncle and tell me ritchie wouldnt have been a pretty good movie musical director in other universe.
apart from the mean girls musical remake, which didnt even have that good a score in the first place, i do have faith in the future of movie musicals. if we need to go to already preexisting intellectual properties, and have five remakes to be able to have one original movie musical (even if that movie musical is something like la la land), it would have been worth it. i still dont understand why the entire cast of the west side story remake arent established cinema stars, apart from rachel zegler and ariana debose. or why there arent more opportunities for stage actors like amber gray and mike faist to make the jump to screen, or why tried and tested screen actors like amy adams and evan rachel wood who have proven that, given a score that allows for their specific voice types to shine, they can be great at performing movie musical roles. there isnt a bigger focus on the creativity i havent watched the color purple movie musical yet, but the fact that the director has worked with beyonce for her music videos immediately gives me hope that this is someone with the creativity and talent to know how to move the camera with the performers and the music. the wicked movie has the in the heights director, so even if the cast is half movie actors (i have little faith in jeff goldblum and michelle yeohs singing abilities tbh), i trust that at least it will be an entertaining watch. similarly, i try to have faith that, if the hercules live action remake gets out of preproduction, theyll have a strong set of muses actresses coming from stage musicals to carry the best songs, and that guy ritchie will be able to be more creative and take bigger risks –that is, if the evil mouse allows him to.
wonka was a decent, middle of the road movie that just works. to me, it didnt become the great musical it could have been because it didnt fully get the need for a stronger underlying darkness that makes the spirit of roald dahl, and because it kept tying itself with the mediocre 1971 movie. but i think it was a step in the right direction, with the right director and the right music, even if it relied too much on stunt casting.
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am in love with ryan gosling
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jeandejard3n · 30 days
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La La Land: Christmas in LA
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primcoffeefan · 2 months
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amo la la land
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The La La Land soundtrack and score is freakin beautiful!
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mirobraz · 6 months
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John Travolta and Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction 1994, dir. Quentin Tarantino.
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Whiplash and La La Land are connected Theory
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La La Land (2016) dir.: Damien Chazelle
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drivinmeinsane · 4 months
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Decorating ※ 12 Days of Goosemas
Day Six ※ Sebastian Wilder / Reader
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{12 Days of Goosemas Masterlist} ※ {Regular Masterlist} ※ {ao3}
※ Summary: You and Seb reach a compromise when it comes to the holiday season at the jazz club.
※ Rating: No mature content.
※ Content/Tags: Established relationship, Tooth-rotting Fluff, Gratuitous Christmas Vibes
※ Word count: 1434
※ Status: Oneshot/Complete
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Leaning a little too far out to weave in the string lights between the branches of the Christmas tree that you’re decorating, you feel the step ladder wobble precariously under your feet. A hand immediately presses against your lower stomach to steady you before it’s joined by a second one on your hip. The top step of the ladder is not the most secure place to be.
“Careful,” Seb says, sounding tense.
“I’m almost done,” you say in the effort to reassure him. You tuck the end of the plug amongst the needles of the tree, right against the trunk.
Satisfied that no one will be able to see it, you call the precarious job finished and take a step down onto the rung below. Sebastian does not take his hands off of you. You know he won’t be satisfied until you are off the stepladder entirely. Looking down at him, you can’t resist brushing your fingers over his hair. It’s loose, not yet gelled since it’s only the two of you here. He’s in a loose shirt and comfortable pants. The jazz enthusiast is soft and approachable like this, not the serious, buttoned up pianist in a tasteful suit. He won’t be until much later. The club doesn’t open until 6 tonight, and it’s not even quite noon yet. The two of you have plenty of time to get everything ready. 
Christmas music plays quietly in the background. You had insisted on bringing your old CD player and a stack of holiday disks to the club for this decorating process. It was one he hadn’t been looking forward to, being rather scornful of the holiday in general. His experiences at the restaurant as a gig worker during the Christmas season hadn’t helped him foster warm feelings for it.
“Tinsel, please.”
He lets his hands slide free from your body and fetches what you requested. He offers it to you with a flourish, a knight presenting a sword to his keeper. Seb sounds fond as he offers up the length of navy blue plastic. “Here you are, my liege.” 
“Thank you, good sir,” you respond grandly, lifting it from his presenting palms. 
Starting from the top of the tree, you anchor the tinsel and work your way downwards. Sebastian circles around to the opposite side to assist so you do not run the risk of toppling head first off the stepladder. His long reach is beneficial, and he works with the same attention to detail as he gives to his music. 
“I’m thinking I might have the band do a seasonal set once a night. Whatever music feels right. Christmas, Yule, Kwanzaa, Chanukah…” He announces conversationally, passing the tinsel end to you from the other side of the tree.
Stuttering to a stop, you let the garland dangle forgotten in your hand. You lean around the tree to look at him incredulously. He raises his eyebrows at your blatant staring.
“But you hate the holidays.” You don’t even bother phrasing it as a question. It’s just a fact about the man across from you. 
“Mmm, but,” he shrugs, “you like it. A relationship is about compromise sometimes. You work with me so I work with you. We both get what we want.”
“Which is?” You ask, utterly baffled.
“I get to see you happy. You keep me from being a scrooge. It’s all about balance.”
You roll your eyes at him with a fond smile. “I don’t know about that, I think you’re still pretty scoogey.”
“That’s not a word,” Seb protests.
After waving a dismissive hand at the amused man, the two of you arrange the tinsel in content silence. Sebastian occasionally hums a melody as you work, parts of songs that he has been composing for the past few weeks and months. You abandon the stepladder to kneel at the bottom of the tree to finish. Seb works in the end of the strand on his side. The two of you step back to survey the tree, the musician coming to stand at your side. It looks promising. You’re about to tell him so when he nudges your hip with his.
“What?” You question, turning to him.
He doesn’t say anything, just does it again, adding a gentle tap of his ankle to yours. Oh, you get it now. Casting him a smile, you offer him your hand, palm down. He takes it willingly and pulls you into a spin. The dance turns into a lindy hop. The two of you are a mess of held hands and dramatic spins. Each time you pull close together, he brushes his mouth over yours in a playfully fleeting kiss. 
Dizzy and with sides aching from laughter, you let Sebastian pull you against his chest. He holds you in his arms, letting you lean against him. He gently sways, matching the beats of the still-playing seasonal music.
“Ornaments next?” His voice rumbles in his chest, against the side of your face. 
“Yeah,” you respond into the sharp angle of his collarbone before reluctantly pulling away from him. You take his hand and tug him after you towards the boxes. 
“Here,” you say, offering him an ornament. “You get the honor of putting the first one on.”
He takes it with careful fingers and secures it onto a branch. The small, piano shaped ornament dangles merrily from its new home. It was what the two of you had settled on. Seb gave you his blessing to decorate the club in preparation for the month of December as long as your choices were appropriately themed. Which was not a problem as you had confirmed that you would be sticking to a theme of instruments and jazz musicians. 
You were rather proud of the ornaments. You had gotten a small stockpile of hanging photo frame ornaments and presented them to Sebastian alongside a stack of photos of jazz musicians. He had excitedly relayed lore about his favorite artists for hours as the two of you slipped the pictures into the frames while seated at the bar. He’s talking about them again now as you both settle into a rhythm, passing each other around the tree as you decorate. 
“-into Five Spot for a while, but people thought he was kind of crazy because of the way he played the piano. He would get up and dance for moments at a time, then sit back down and play a flurry of notes like he was possessed. He really was something.” Seb is gesturing wildly with his hands as he talks. You worry for a moment that he’s going to launch the ornament he’s holding clear across the club.
Catching the way you’re looking at him, he puts the ornament he’s been gesturing with on the tree. “What?”
“Nothing, I just love you.”
A slow smile spreads across his face, crinkling his eyes. “I love you too.”
While Sebastian busies himself with finding a place for the last ornament, a trombone, you pick up a cloth wrapped bundle. You offer it to him when he turns away from the fir. “Here.”
The musician takes it with curious hands and unwraps it. He looks up from the tree topper with a stunned expression. You could almost swear you see tears starting to well up in his blue eyes. 
“This is…” He trails off, you don't often see him speechless. “Thank you.”
“Let’s get this on the tree?” You ask, reaching out and giving his hands a gentle squeeze. 
He shakes his head when you gesture for him to do the honors. Instead he places the topper in your hands. You start to ask him what he’s doing, but then his hands are on your waist and he’s giving you a boost so that you can put it on the top of the tree. A joint effort, unexpected and sweet. You manage to get it on securely and Seb takes care when lowering you back to the floor. As soon as your feet touch the wooden boards, you kneel and plug in the lights, wanting the full effect. Sebastian tugs you in so that your back is against his chest, his arms locked around you. 
“It looks good,” he says.
Your partner is right. It does look good. The cool tinted lights are reflected in the brilliant blue of the tinsel. The effect is almost that of neon signage. The ornaments sit proudly amongst the branches, all indicative of passion for the history of jazz. At the very peak of the tree, welded of brilliant polished steel, is the logo for Seb’s.
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gmzriver · 2 years
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Ryan Gosling as Sebastian Wilder in “La La Land” icons.
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velvet4510 · 1 month
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Note: Not including “Mia & Sebastian’s Theme” because it has no lyrics.
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