How Hollywood Works

Not generally, but now I do

Do you ever think about how many of the items now considered priceless artifacts were once commonplace items? The coins we now marvel at from behind the glass at a museum were once tossed around, stepped on, and traded around. The pottery painstakingly pieced back together was somebody’s favorite wine jug. The decorative pin now rusted and bent once held together the shoulder of someone’s chiton. History is simply a trail of ordinary people going about their day, and I think there’s an odd sort of beauty in that.

This, right here absolutely fucking delights me....

I am once again forced to giggle at the idea of Whiskey and Javi together.

Whiskey, all but a force of nature, who jumps in a fighter jet and takes off, or takes off into the jungle without so much as a can of bug spray. Whiskey, who throws caution to the wind and makes no plans. Whiskey, who laughs and says that he’ll make it up as he goes along, thank you very much. Whiskey, who humors Javi’s tendency to plan and fret for as long as he can, but in the end just decides to wing it.

Javi, jogging along behind him, annoyed and muttering to himself, two packs and an extra bullet proof vest in hand. Javi, the mother hen, who’s new catch phrase is “dammit, Jack” followed by frantically dashing out of the room. Javi, who makes grids on maps and tries to explain the intricate nature of the cartels (Jack knows all of this already. Despite what Javi, thinks, he has actually been listening this whole time) while Jack leans his chair back on two legs and watches, unruffled and bored.

1-494 resident

494 is the amount of songs on my playlist as of posting this. Give me a number between 1-494, and I'll make up a resident story for it!

Just a little gift for @giajiaaa…nothing to see here.

✨RH’s TWITTER IS GONE✨

Finally he can shut the fuck up

This is just amazing! One of my all time faves;

we’ll meet again

a ww2 au santiago ‘pope’ garcia x reader x frankie ‘catfish’ morales fic~

rating: m for smut; threesomes, some war violence

word count: 3.5k

summary: You’re in a relationship w/ Santi and Frankie and they both are drafted for the war; you anxiously await their return home.

a/n: ive been wanting to do a santi x reader x frankie fic for a while now, but i wanted to do something different w/ mine! just wasn’t sure how! until i got this ww2 idea~ so i hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated

thank you @huliabitch​ for this aesthetic!!!!!

xx

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Tony: It’s fine, I understand. You might find this hard to believe, but I can be a little childish sometimes, myself.

Stephen: Yes. You have gum in your hair right now.

Tony: Noted.

If you are comfortable writing this, how would all 10 of the Pedro characters deal with their s/o almost dying in childbirth?

Note: I will absolutely try my best!

Agent Whiskey:

Whiskey will be a goddamn train wreck. He’s in a near-constant state of panic, praying to whichever god will listen that you pull through and be okay. He absolutely cries a lot, he’s just so stressed out over the whole ordeal that he can’t help it. He tries to be strong for the baby, but it’s so damn hard he can’t help but break while he waits for you to recover.

Javier Peña:

Javi, much like Jack, will be a mess. He’ll try his best to keep a level head, to trust in the doctors working on helping you, but he feels absolutely useless while he’s unable to help. As soon as he’s cleared to go in, he’s not leaving your side, and he’s so damn grateful that you’re still alive that he can’t help but shed a number of tears.

Din Djarin:

Din will be unable to stop pacing. Seriously, he can’t sit still. He’s just so consumed with thoughts of “what if”s that he just can’t focus on anything else. He keeps incredibly close to wherever you’re being cared for, just in case he needs to be by your side at a moment’s notice. He’s never been a religious man, but damn does he start praying.

Catfish/Frankie Morales:

If you thought Jack was a walking train wreck, then wait until you see Frankie. He’ll probably need someone with him to keep him from just having a full on nervous meltdown, though he won’t be able to stop thinking the worst. As soon as he’s able, he’s rushing to your side, telling you all about the baby and how much he loves you.

Ezra:

This is absolutely his worst nightmare, and he won’t be able to hide that fact. If you are with a proper medic, he’ll still be panicking, though at some point he’ll get so worn out he can’t anymore. He can probably be heard gently talking to the baby, telling them he can’t wait for them to meet you, because he knows they will. They have to.

Oberyn Martell:

Such things probably aren’t terribly uncommon in Oberyn’s world, so he had an idea hat this might happen. Still, it doesn’t make the tension and fear any less real. He knows it’s best to just let the healers do their work, but he’s still incredibly nervous until they tell him you’re going to be okay. In fact, he won’t really calm down until he sees you himself.

Maxwell Lord:

Maxwell will be incredibly short with everyone present, just because that’s how his fear tends to manifest. It will probably take some third party that he trusts to calm him down, tell him that his anger isn’t helping and that he needs to be there for his kid while you recover. Once he’s allowed, he never leaves your side, telling you all about the baby he’s so excited for you to meet.

Max Phillips:

If he had a heartbeat, he’d be able to feel it in his throat. He won’t stop pacing, running his hands through his hair, and trying to desperately come up with something he can do to help. He tries so hard to keep it together, but as soon as he sees that the baby has your eyes, he can’t help but let a few tears stream down his face.

Marcus Pike:

God, he’s an absolute mess. He’s probably asking a million questions, trying desperately to get someone to reassure him with confidence that you’ll be okay, that you’ll pull through. He can’t bear to think of the alternative, so he won’t. He’ll focus on the little one, telling them all about you and knowing in his heart that you’ll love them when you see them.

Pero Tovar:

Dying during childbirth is a painfully common thing in Tovar’s time, so he attempted to be as prepared as possible before your due date arrived. But no amount of preparation in the world could make him any less scared. He’s trying his best to take care of the newborn, doing everything he can to stay calm for at least their sake while praying harder than he ever has before.

Yeah, poor Lepidus; he was only a part of second triumvirate because both Augustus and Antony knew that he could be trusted to be a quiet third party

Ah yes, the second triumvirate: 

Octavian, Mark Anthony and *checks smudged writing on hand* Leprechaun

I've read Geoff's statement on reddit.

I believe him.

I don't believe that he's harmed anyone. Everything he's said rings true to me, and I believe that he didn't know about the RH stuff any more than anyone else in AH did.

This blog loves and supports Geoff Ramsey unless and until irrefutable proof of intentional wrongdoing on his part comes to light.

"I tried to figure out this whole social media/dating app thing, which included consensual, honest relationships with people who were aware of Rooster Teeth and my position in the company, but ultimately stopped because the power imbalance was uncomfortable" is a far cry from "I used my twitch channel to find, groom, control and pay for my barely-consensual liaisons with a veritable harem of fans who were half my age and who I knew were emotionally vulnerable, all while telling subscribers they were supportingmy kids' college fund."

Geoff's statement is a far cry from the abusive narcissistic meltdown we witnessed from RH.

Leave him alone. Leave Millie alone. Stop gawking and let him try to find some much-deserved goddamn peace.