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safin-supremacy · 1 year

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Lyutsifer Safin X Reader Cute prompt with very brief angst

Safin heard you whimpering in your sleep, and he turned to face you, a concerned expression on his face, but before he could lift his hand to stroke your hair, he withdrew it when he heard you murmur: “I don’t want to be just friends.” Safin frowned, thinking that you were thinking about James again, and he turned away from you, a hurt look on his face. You woke up shortly after, and Safin moved away when you made an attempt to play with his hair. “H-Hey,” you whined, trying to hug him, but he moved away again, “what’s wrong?”

Safin hesitantly turned to face you, and you frowned when you noticed the look on his face; he looked as if you’d betrayed him, but you weren’t sure what you’d done wrong. “You want to be with him, don’t you?” Safin assumed, and you shook your head quickly, trying to hold his hand, but he quickly moved it away from your’s. “You were dreaming about him,” he uttered, and you shook your head again, a puzzled expression on your face; you’d actually been having an unusual dream about Safin.

“No,” you contradicted, “I was - Dreaming about you.”

Safin would be surprised, tilting his head partially. “Really?” Safin responded, and you nodded.

“It’s - Hard to explain,” you replied, “we weren’t - here. We were working together in some place in my town, and-” You got embarrassed, burying your face against the front of his neck. “It’s stupid, really,” you mumbled, and Safin smiled softly, finding your actions cute.

“You’re adorable,” he whispered, and you became flustered quickly, whimpering, prompting him to chuckle. “Like a cute little kitten,” he added, before he gently lifted your face to his. Safin placed a soft kiss on your lips to relax you, and you melted into it, still surprised that someone could make you feel the way he made you feel.

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laminy · 1 year

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a new life grows, the blossom knows, Chapter 12: Joe’s family is still in town. Sami takes some more photos. Ben does some baking while the guests fawn over Gwil.

#a new life grows #into the blue and sunny morn'#and the night followed day and the story tellers say #ben hardy fic #gwilym lee fic #ben hardy x gwilym lee #harlee #joe mazzello fic #rami malek fic #rami malek x joe mazzello #mazlek #bohemian rhapsody fic #bohemian rhapsody rpf #au

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doux-amer · 9 months

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I watched Barbie and Oppenheimer and they were just...okay. :/ I think I already talked about Barbie a bit. Tl;dr: it was aesthetically pleasing, but pacing and writing were horrific, Barbie's arc was all over the place and expected, and it was really dated and tried to do like three different things that didn't end up doing any of those three things well).

With regard to Oppenheimer, I didn't hate it, but I feel like it, more than any of his movies I've seen (and enjoyed or was neutral about), highlighted Christopher Nolan's limitations and inexperience with certain things.

It felt like it was two movies squeezed into one unsuccessfully, and I'd rather it have picked one. I actually think it might've been better as a limited series, but they would have never made one for lots of reasons. The pacing and editing were odd, distracting, and confusing and same goes for some cinematographic choices; the narrative choices were sooooo rudimentary to the point of being a bit childish (omg please...I wanted to take a red pen and start slashing away at the script and writing notes); and I don't know if it was just my theater, but the sound was awful. This isn't unique to Oppenheimer as we've all been aware of for several years now, but I was straining to hear a lot of the dialogue and when there was loud music, it was virtually inaudible.

The star-studded cast prevented me from immersing myself in the movie too because it screamed "BIG STUDIO MOVIE BY BIG DIRECTOR ABOUT BIG PROJECT EVERYONE IS DYING TO BE IN!" It became a game of "who's who" for me at some point. We could've gotten away with casting newbies, guys, especially for the bit roles.

And some of the actors didn't impress me; Florence and Robert were okay which is disappointing because I'm very fond of them. I'm not sure why everyone was raving that this is a RDJ Oscar nom; tbh, I thought he slipped into his usual mannerisms and RDJ-ness in the second half/last third of the movie. Still good of course because he knows how to act, but it felt like he was treading familiar territory for me despite the very different character he's playing. But he's also such a unique actor and person that it's hard to ignore all the things that make him him; it can be hard for me to forget he's RDJ. :/ Still excited that he's taking on projects like this and The Sympathizer!

But I guess...the reason why I didn't hate it was because I at least like the fact that Nolan's trying something new and I'm giving him some grace because of that? And there are still things he does that I like and the talent is there. AND OF COURSE Cillian. He made the movie. I understand wanting to put your blorbo in everything you do (this is like Bong Joonho and Song Kangho for me lakdfjsa), and what a great blorbo to have. He was SO SO SO good and I forgot how much I love watching him act and how much I missed seeing him. Everything he did was *chef's kiss *mwah.

#me watching the movie: *gnawing my arm off because cillian is killing it*#but fr why did we need hughie the boys rami malek josh peck dane dehaan etc. those roles could've gone to anyone #and okay i was prepared to see a sex scene but i was still unprepared lmdslfajfdia. NOLAN? SEX?#his action background was really obvious as was his lack of experience in other areas in this one #i think the reason it didn't jump out as much in his other movies as much as it did in this is because #most of his other movies if not all are still comfortably within the same realm even if they're different worlds and stories you know?#anyway. what's going to be my fall/winter movie? @ david fincher and hayao miyazaki don't let me down pls #i want good movies i can eat...i think the only one that i watched this year that i loved was across the spider-verse #still haven't watched past lives so maybe it'll hit the spot for me but i have some reservations about the premise so idk

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agallimaufryofoddments · 1 year

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It’s midnight and I just spent a fair bit of time / energy on writing a maximum length Reddit comment vouching for Donald O’Connor portraying Buster Keaton in the egregiously inaccurate 1957 film “The Buster Keaton Story,” because he was the only relevant person actually heeding (and soliciting) Keaton’s input—

—and listen, listen, he was the absolute right person to portray Keaton (if one has to portray him), it’s just that Keaton was written by the wrong hands. I pulled out a 1960 WaPo article and linked to that bit in the 1987 Keaton documentary where O’Connor is interviewed None of the writers paid Keaton’s opinions any mind, and Keaton never held the movie against O’Connor, whose efforts he praised, I believe—

—damn good effort, thank you. Listen, O’Connor had the athletic and personable sensibilities to do Keaton justice, and he was undergoing the same personal troubles that Keaton had: didn’t get child custody post-fraught divorce, was imbibing alcohol a fair bit… (they both were born into Vaudeville, by the way), he was just so talented and he remains one of my absolute favorite performers of that crowd.

They had one of the few people who really honestly could have done Keaton justice…and they did an injustice to Buster, Donald, and frankly Buster’s wife Eleanor with that film.

Well, at least it paid for the Keatons’ ‘ranch’ (final home).

#Donald O’Connor #Buster Keaton #The Buster Keaton Story (1957)#this is not the Reddit comment this is me just telling the void that Keaton and O’Connor were done early #context: in the comments of an r/television post about Rami Malek being considered as Buster for a film #someone said people should leave the greats alone their works speak for themselves—and cited the terrible 1957 O’Connor film #they almost certainly were referring to the obvious issues of the film and not to O’Connor (it’s not his fault Keaton is unfairly written)#I just leaped to clarify for the unaware why the film was terrible #and at the excuse to talk about O’Connor.

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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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Benjamin X Human!Reader Angsty forbidden love prompt with cute and fluffy moments, and a cute ending

!TW: Implied suffering from depression, implied swearing (‘cursing’), implied mention of suicide/suicidal intentions, mention of pregnancy/someone being pregnant, mention of hunting (not detailed), being suicidal, blood/mention of blood, word ‘bleeding’, implied suicide attempt (not extremely detailed), hospital/mention of hospital, wound/word ‘wound’ (not particularly detailed), stitches/word ‘stitched’, implied nudity (not detailed), nightmare/mention of nightmare, anxiety (not detailed)!

You would be surprised to run into Benjamin before his and Tia’s wedding, and you stammered when you tried to speak to him, worried that you would break down in front of him. “W-What are you doing-”

“Look, I don’t have much time,” Benjamin interrupted gently, a pained expression on his face, “but I wanted to tell you that I love you, and that nothing will ever change that, I promise.” You threw your arms around him as tears invaded your eyes, and he returned the hug, cursing Amun for doing this to you both. Benjamin held you at arm’s length, before he placed his left hand on your left cheek. “Meet me at midnight in the park alone, okay?” Benjamin requested, and you nodded quickly, managing a weak smile up at him.

༺𐦐༻

Benjamin would be surprised to see that you still slept with the little bear teddy that he gave you, and he decided to ask you why. “It made a difference in my life, B,” you answered, smiling down at the little teddy as you picked it up.

“It did?” Benjamin responded, and you nodded. “How?” Benjamin pried, curious.

“It stopped me from taking it,” you stated, “because it made me think of you.” Benjamin smiled weakly, before he wrapped his arms around you, and you returned the smile as you returned the hug.

༺𐦐༻

“It’s all my fault,” you murmured as you sank on the edge of the bed, and Benjamin shook his head as you did. “I should have agreed to marry you, instead,” you mused, “maybe Amun would have let us be together, then-”

“It’s not your fault, Y/n,” Benjamin claimed, and you reluctantly glanced up at him. “You were scared,” he recalled, “you felt as if you weren’t ready to get married, and I told Amun that, but-..” Benjamin sighed heavily, before he sat beside you. “He just - Doesn’t want us to be together,” Benjamin summed up, “and that’s on him, not you, or me. Him.” You nodded slowly, before you threw your arms around him, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Benjamin carefully wrapped his arms around you, wishing he could do more to comfort you as he did.

༺𐦐༻

When you’d first heard from Alice that Benjamin and Tia were having a child, you broke down, and Alice had to comfort you as much as she possibly could; she hated seeing you like this. You grimaced when Benjamin entered the room, and he frowned when he saw that you were crying. “Y/n-”

“Just leave me alone!” You cried, before you buried your face into Alice’s shoulder again, sobbing uncontrollably. Benjamin felt awful, and bowed his head, before he dragged himself out of the room.

Alice then got another vision, one of you, that worried her. “Y/n,” Alice spoke gently, but you wouldn’t dare respond or even look up at her.

“I need to go, Alice-”

“No!” Alice interrupted, holding you at arm’s length; she had seen you going home and attempting to take your life again in the vision. “Just talk to me, please,” she begged, “it will help to talk about your feelings, I promise.”

“What do you want me to say, Alice?” You snapped, and she fell quiet, a pained expression on her face. “Because I don’t feel like lying and saying ‘it could be worse’ right now,” you uttered, and Alice nodded gravely, understanding - it would be only natural for you to believe that things couldn’t improve after everything that had already happened to you.

༺𐦐༻

Benjamin got a bad feeling randomly whilst he was with Tia, and he anxiously fidgeted next to her, until he felt as if he shouldn’t wait and see if the feeling disappeared any longer. “I need to go,” Benjamin stated, standing up before Tia could stop him.

Tia would be disappointed, shuffling closer to him. “Where are you going?” Tia inquired, but Benjamin wouldn’t answer, he just turned and walked out, running in the direction of the Cullens’ and the Hayes’ home; he knew it would be just you home, and that the Cullens’ and Hayes’ must still be out hunting.

Benjamin jumped up to the window of the spare bedroom you were staying in, and he would wince when he noticed that there was a small amount of blood on the floor, and he pried the window open when he caught sight of you curled up in the corner. “B?” You whispered in a weak voice when you noticed him, and began to panic when your vision grew blurry as you couldn’t see if it was him, or a member of the Volturi. “Stay away from me!” You cried, trying to move away, but Benjamin tried to calm you down by wrapping his arms around you, before he eased you closer to him slowly.

“Look at me, Y/n,” Benjamin pleaded, and you looked up at him, whimpering, “just breathe, okay?” You nodded, trying to calm down by breathing. You found that, when you weren’t calming down, you began to panic more and more as you began to cry. Benjamin frowned, lifting his hand to stroke your hair whilst he investigated the source of the bleeding. “It’s okay to cry,” he whispered, trying not to break down himself because of the blood, and because of his suspicions that you’d done this to yourself on purpose. “I’m gonna take you to the hospital, okay? Carlisle probably won’t be back until later,” Benjamin mused, before he carefully picked you up and carried you downstairs. You whined, clinging to his shoulders as you thought he’d drop you. “It’s okay, Y/n,” Benjamin spoke gently, “I’m here for you, okay?” You nodded, pressing your face into the front of his neck.

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Benjamin was anxiously waiting for you to wake up after your wound had been stitched up, and when your eyes finally began to open, Benjamin smiled, before he leaned forward to hold your right hand in both of his. “I was worried about you,” he expressed, “I - I thought I’d lost you, at one point.” You shook your head, managing a weak smile up at him. “C-Can I do anything for you? I saw a vending machine in the waiting room,” he mused, “let me buy you a drink, at least.”

You hesitantly agreed, but only because you were thirsty. “Fine,” you gave in, and Benjamin smiled victoriously, before he stood up from his chair and left the room to buy you a bottle of water from the vending machine. When he returned, he looked disappointed, and you wondered what had happened. “Is there a problem with the vending machine?” You inquired, and Benjamin couldn’t hold it back anymore as he started laughing, shaking his head as he did. Benjamin offered you the bottle of water, and you smiled your thanks to him, before you accepted it from him. “You’re too good to me, B,” you remarked, and Benjamin grinned; he clearly agreed with you.

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Alice had organised a surprise birthday party for you, and Benjamin was told by Tia’s father that he couldn’t go when he heard about it. You tried to enjoy the party, but the feeling that something was missing made you feel empty; you’d never had a birthday party without Benjamin, before. You snuck outside when everyone appeared distracted, a pained expression on your face; you were trying not to cry. “May I have this dance?” A familiar, warm voice broke the silence, and you looked up, a smile automatically playing on your lips when you noticed Benjamin walking toward you. “Unless there’s someone waiting to dance with you inside-”

“N-No,” you interrupted, holding both of his hands, “I’m free.” Benjamin smiled back, glad. You wrapped your arms around him, and he wrapped his arms around your waist so you could both do what you thought was dancing. “I really thought you weren’t coming, at all,” you admitted, and Benjamin shook his head, a hurt look on his face.

“I couldn’t miss your birthday party for the world, Y/n,” Benjamin stated, “Tia’s father just held me up, and it wasn’t supposed to happen like that; I wasn’t intending to turn up so late.”

“It’s okay, B,” you reassured him, “you’re here now, and that’s all that matters.” You then shyly looked up at him, and he smiled lovingly down at you. “Kiss me,” you requested, and Benjamin nodded, before he leaned down to connect his lips to your’s gently; you loved how he was always so delicate with you.

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You smiled softly when you noticed Benjamin laying beside you in the morning, and you shuffled closer to him, before you wrapped your arms around him, admiring his facial features as you did.

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Benjamin had gotten out of bed before you, not wanting to disturb you as you had gone back to sleep. When you finally got up, you decided to pull on one of Benjamin’s shirts, too lazy to find your own items of clothing to wear as you dragged yourself down the stairs. “Morning,” you spoke, yawning as you entered the room - Benjamin was making breakfast for you both, and you could smell that he was making pancakes - your favourite.

Benjamin smiled back at you as you sank into the nearest seat, and he couldn’t help, but chuckle when he noticed that you were wearing one of his shirts. “Is there a special reason why you’re wearing my shirt?” Benjamin inquired, and you winced, looking away from him as you were embarrassed. “It looks good on you,” Benjamin complimented, and you expressed relief, smiling shyly up at him. Before Benjamin began to plate the pancakes up, he noticed that you looked tired, and like you hadn’t slept well last night. “Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare again?” Benjamin questioned, and you nodded, staring down at your hands. Benjamin frowned, before he abandoned the plated up pancakes for a brief moment. “Was it about - them, again?” Benjamin pried, hooking an arm around you to comfort you as he lowered himself onto the chair beside your’s. You nodded, beginning to fidget with your hands as you were anxious. “Just remember it was just a dream, Y/n,” he responded, “and even if they really tried to hurt you, I’d fight them, and protect you with my life.”

“B-”

“No, Y/n,” he interrupted; he knew what you were going to say; you didn’t want him to risk his life for your’s. “Look, let’s just - forget about this conversation, okay?” Benjamin compromised, and you reluctantly nodded, forcing a smile at him, and watching as he stood up to bring the plates over.

“Is there - Something you wanted to tell me - about last night?” You asked, and Benjamin smirked, before he shrugged, playing dumb. You giggled, amused by the look on his face.

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littlegoldfinchh · 2 years

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Me??? Starting a tv show???? More likely than you think

#gonna watch mr. robot because... rami malek 😔✌🏻#and the story sounds interesting #rambling #hdsldjdj hope it's good

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honestmysteries · 2 years

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More info on the Prada Stories campaign that Rami is a part of. Can’t wait to see more! 😍🥰❤️

#rami malek #ramimalek #rami #prada #Prada stories #rami malek is a work of art

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crewman-penelope · 2 years

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The Stranger on the street

1. Night Clubbing

2. Daily Routine

3. Force

4. Alone

5. Home

6. Sleepwalker

7. Negotiations

8. Dinnertime

9. Garden stroll

The view of the garden surprised you.

After all the corridors and halls of concrete and dull light, you had to squeeze your eyes shut by the afternoon sun.

Free from the smell of moisture and chemicals inside the bunker, you inhaled deep in and out.

Lyutsifer, aside you, smirked knowingly. His right hand had not left the wrist of your left hand since he had guarded you into the garden. His dry and bony fingers laid firm around your pulse like a tight bracelet.

He gave your eyes a moment to adjust to the light, then tugged at your arm and led you forward.

In awe, you understand the Structures of his garden; an oval, but parted in a yin-yang version.

Yin, a wild, blooming plant garden with a small dirt trail through it.

Yang, a very clean stone garden, made of grey and white pebbles, a hint of green and a small sitting arrangement.

You walked automatically in direction of the greener and more beautiful garden part. Lyutsifer pulled you back to him.

Suddenly closer with him as before, maybe even closer as in your flat, you can feel his breath on your cheek as he turns to you.

“My garden is to look at, but not to touch. Too many of my medical plants can cause irritation on your skin - or even worse. In time, you will learn about them. Then you can walk freely in my garden. But not yet.”

His scent of earth and spice in your nose, you barely listened to his warning tone, until he yanks at your arm.

“Are you listening, precious?”

His voice is a low rasp, darkly but soothing, and to your embarrassment you feel your hardened nibbles through the fabric of your dress. You avoided eye contact and wrapped your arm around your upper body and shoulder. A shivering gesture of defenseless.

You knew he was looking anyway.

A heavy piece of fabric suddenly rested on your shoulder. At first, you thought of a blanket until you realized, it was his cloak.

His voice is calmer after a pause, as he went on.

“I apologize.”, he whispered, his eyes lovingly glancing. “I want to be patient... There is so much to show. So much I want to tell you.”

“Okay, Lyutsifer. ”, you answered, and forced yourself to made eye contact. Thankful for the warm, you dared to say: “No need to handle me like a child.”

Lyutsifer's eyebrows rose up.

“Not like a child..”, he hums, the corner of his mouth twitching. He watched you as his fingers found their way back around your wrist, like a handcuff. His free left hand cosied along the back of your left hand.

“Come now. Let me show you my favourite flower.”

Following him, you became aware he led you to the dangerous parts, and you hesitated for a moment.

Lyutsifer turned to you with a knowing smile.

“As long as you are listening and behaving, I can hold you safe. I promised you that, on the train, remember?”

Yes, he did. You switched your wrist, your fingers grabbing his to hold your hand. You didn't want to feel like a prisoner.

He was surprised by your action, his face is open about that. But you made him smile again.

Holding your hand, instead of your wrist now, he squeezed it gentle and nodded agreeing.

“Very well. Now, just look at my anemones!”

Lyutsifer gestured to the natural carpet of green, peppered with the white bloom of a star-shaped flower.

“They are highly poisonous, of course, like most of my plants. But one is able to touch and to relish in the smell. One has to wash their hands after that, though.”

He faces you, nearly a triumph in his expression, as if he waited that you challenged him.

You wouldn't dare. But you were honest as possible. “It looks very beautiful. My teenage me would have made a flower crown of it.”

Lyutsifer mouth went ajar, half a smile. “Well, then I insist that you will get every morning a fresh pick for your hair. I'm sure we can pin it between your strands, if you braid it?”

Taken aback by his gesture, you eventually understood, he tries. Quite hard!

“That would be lovely, Lyutsifer.”

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