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Guess who's class is letting them be autistic about The Crucible again

So my video production class had posted an assignment where the entire point is to take any movie you like and make a trailer for it to make it seem like a completely different genre. And since I'm obsessed with The Crucible you KNOW I'm bouta do it

Now the genre that The Crucible is historical drama, HOWEVER, what I plan to do is making it a historical romance.

Now obviously, I'm not pairing up John Proctor with Abigail, I'm not a fan of that age gap. But I didn't wanna go the expected route and do him and his wife, I not only wanna make it entertaining and unexpected, but self-indulgent.

So. You know what I'm planning. I'm going to use Reverend Hale as the love interest. Why? It's funny and I'm too yaoi pilled to not to.

I love having free will.

BRO CHAT wtf have I just made

I may be cooked bro tf😭🙏

Younger Black Heart Inertia.

The first meeting with the assistant backstage. “Is he that into you?”

Marshall (The popular actor/singer) and Brandon (The ‘Nerdy’ Assistant)

It was just an ordinary day at the studio, Marshall had been hanging out with Director Samuel’s assistant, Brandon for as long as he could remember. It was oddly strange for someone like the blond to be around an clumsy and always late to the moment assistant but no matter what the situation was, The dark brunet would always be there with him. But this day would be different.

Marshall just waited outside, leaning against the brick wall as he watched the brunet walking out from the back door and entering the alleyway. Adjusting his glasses and his headphone, the assistant gazed at the actor and softly sighed before walking up to him and standing next to him, leaning against the wall with a coffee in his hand, which made the actor notice him and smile at him. “Is that for me?” he teased.

“Ah, uhm,” The assistant blushed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yes, but you may not like it--!”

Glancing at the cup, Marshall shrugged and took a sip before starting to almost drink the whole cup but stopped as he slowly turned to the stunned Brunet and chuckled. “Well, I never knew you taste sweet, B.”

Brandon jumped and blushed heavily, realizing that the cup read ‘Non dairy, soy, Extra foam. Brandon.’ Since he was running late to the production, he forgot to get him the right drink order. “Oh my god, oh no! I’m so sorry, Mr. Marsh! I-I, ughh, Forgot to get it right!”

“No..? I said that you taste sweet, B.”

“Uhm, what does that mean?”

“You want me to show you?”

The assistant nodded before trying to reach for the cup before feeling Marshall pinning him against the wall and pulling him closer by his back and began kissing him passionately, squeezing his waist as he felt their bodies heating up. The dark brunet moved his hand up to his hair, slipping and tangling his fingers. While his other hand dropped the coffee and slid to the sides of the brunet’s neck as he pressed his leg against his thighs, hearing the assistance slipping soft noises from his mouth before pulling away briefly and staring at him. “Would you like me to stop here, I mean we’re on a tight schedule after all, B.”

The brunet gently tugged on the actor’s shirt collar, he shook his head as he was out of breath. “Just the opposite, please..” he breathed, feeling the actor biting his lip before stopping and pulling back and smiling at him.

“BRANDON!” The headphone speaker spoke, The assistant jumped as he knew it was from the director, Samuel Michealson. “Do you have those reports done like I had hoped for you to get done in an hour or so?”

The brunet swallowed his saliva as he tried to answer him but felt Marshall comfort growing more passionately, staring him in the eyes as he leaned in grabbing his shoulder. “A-Ah! Of course I did, sir, I’d never ignore an assignment-!”

Marshall cut him off again as he started to kiss him again, slowly moving his headphone off of him before finding the button to hang up on the director. “Sorry, Sam, but your assistant is pretty busy now,” the dark brunet glanced up at him. “Mind leaving a message?”

I’m gonna eat this up omfg

Jeest week 2024

due to popular demand I'm hosting a week dedicated to the Jere/Joost pairing!! (and mourning the fact that their ship name isn't Joostkä) Here's some basic info!!

Start: October 18th (it would be the one year anniversary of their first meeting in Belgium!)

End: October 24th

Here are the prompts, let me know if you can't read them well and I'll type them separately in bold!

Rules: you can do any of these prompts in an AU or just draw/write them as regular guys! Moodboards are ofc welcome as well. Nsfw prompts can be turned sfw and vice versa if you so desire. Just make sure you tag everything correctly! Also I know this happens while there's kink/inktober going on so if you prefer to do a prompt from whatever list you're already working on, that's totally fine :) The purpose of this week is just to show love to the pairing so don't feel pressured to do the prompts!

Please use the hashtag #Jeestweek24 so i can see ur entries! You can also directly tag me in the posts if you'd like :)

I still have to make a collection on AO3 that you can put your fics in but I'll reblog this post again when I've created it ^_^

okay fine I actually uploaded the historical fiction assignment i've been talking about for the past few weeks

So true bestie

"You have already left kudos here. :)"

hmmm not sure. maybe if i click the button a little harder i can leave a kudos.

Heh...your welcome 😈

Guys I think I got a plot

JUST HEAR ME OUT!!

What if we take Jeest…and MAKE it into a Story where Jere/Käärijä basically is a Vampire/Demon being and Joost was just a son that was put under the care of a extreme religious clan (kinda like the ones during the Salem witch trials era). So to the ‘caretakers’ they basically forbid Joost from leaving into the woods and they don’t tell him why (but in retrospect, it’s because of Jere and his little family group -Other Vampires-)

So guys…If NONE of y’all gonna hear me out and write this down then I’ll do it >:(

real spit your facts monarch!!!

As a follow-up to my reblog discussing how Elena and Proctor paradoxically use projective identification as a form of self-destruction, I present to you a BPD reading of Proctor because I Have Thoughts. *Ellie Honor Bell rings again.* Under the cut for being long and detailed; please proceed with caution due to the subject matter.

Keep reading

In my historical fiction story assignment with my my characters based off the crucible, John Proctor and Roger Owens are supposed to have a scene where they argue (i need to slip in homoerotic undertones and puritan yaoi propaganda)

I don't really know why I'm censoring this but like. Blushy John Proctor warning.

That one part in the crucible movie adaptation where John pins Abby to the tree but instead he's the one being pinned and it's not exactly Abigail

John Proctor is a father so technically I could say John Proctor is a dilf