Constantine (disclaimer That Chas Is Doing The Driving, Not Him)

♡ constantine (disclaimer that chas is doing the driving, not him)

from here

all of this is very on brand for the man and i hate him :///

A collection of starters from Quentin Tarantino's Once Upon A Time In... Hollywood. Feel free to change pronouns/things as needed!

"I think I know who you are - put her there!"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry about that."

"Is this your brother?"

"That's my stunt double, [name]."

"I try."

"That's both flattering and embarrassing."

"I hope it wasn't too painful for you."

"That was really you operating that, right?"

"That is one shit, fuck crazy weapon, let me tell you."

"You play the heavy in all these?"

"Well... yeah..."

"That's how they get you."

"That's a bug fucking lie."

"[name] loves westerns."

"It's official old buddy... I'm a has-been."

"Don't cry in front of the Mexicans."

"What'd that guy tell you in there?"

"He told me the Goddamn truth is what he told me!"

"I'm too insecure to score now."

"I've not been a full-time [job] for a while now, so I can't exactly say I know how you feel."

"Give me my glasses."

"Was that a whine?"

"You're [first name] fuckin' [surname]. Don't you forget it."

*finger guns*

"Who are you?"

"How old are you?"

"I'm just messin' with you."

"...fair enough."

"That was the best acting I've ever seen in my whole life!"

"Or I throw this little pitcher down the well!"

"Well, delivery boy, deliver my message!"

"You're a miserable drunk."

"Sorry for the wet hand!"

"Fuck you, fucking pigs!"

"Oh no."

"Hello, hot stuff!"

"They'll be telling stories about Hollywood, hippy girl that gave them a ride to the movie ranch, for the rest of their lives!"

*rests head in your lap whilst you drive*

"Obviously, I'm not too young to fuck you."

"Obviously, you are too old to fuck me."

"Does [name] still live here?"

"It's his nap time!"

"I'm coming in there. And this won't stop me."

"[name] isn't blind! You're the blind one!"

"Did you do this?"

"This isn't my car. This is my boss's car. And if something were to happen to it, well, I'd be in trouble. Lucky for you, he's got a spare."

"Fix it."

*throws a sudden, very forceful punch*

"One step closer and I will knock his teeth out!"

"Do you want to watch [show/film] with me?"

"Is tonight the night?... why not?"

"Wait, I know you!"

"...nah, it was dumber than that."

*gets stabbed defending your muse*

"I'm the Devil, and I'm here to do the Devil's business!"

"I'm the Devil, and I'm here to do some... Devil shit."

"It's not verbatim, but..."

"Which hospital are you going? I'll meet you there."

"You're a good friend, [name]."

"What the fuck happened?"

"No shit?"

"We're all fine, [name], thank you."

                Nickolas    King    Russo    is    no    quitter-    he    wont    stop    until    she's    a    shaking    and    crying    mess    in    hopes    of    recieving    praise.    Because    he    IS    a    good    boy.    And    he    deserves    to    be    told    so.    Especially    by    a    pretty    lady    like    Didi.

                Hips    stop    as    he's    focused    now    on    her    release,    fingers    curling    upwards    to    hit    that    spot    every    single    time    as    his    tongue    continues    its    movement    against    the    bundle    of    nerves.    He    laps    and    laps    and    laps    and    doesn't    come    up    for    air    any    time    soon,    not    until    her    slick    is    covering    his    fingers    and    his    beard    is    wet.    Fuck,    he    could    stay    here    forever.

She's held down once more and it earns him a giggle— it's a short-lived sound as a moan replaces it as he does exactly as he's asked. Had she been more coherent she may have offered him some more praised, telling him how good he made he feel, how much she loved his touch— sentences are lost to her now.

Those thighs he's praising squeeze against his head seeing as she can't squirm away from all the humming and suckling and thrusting.

She did tell him she could take it and she could, but again, her mind does wander. Did she want to cum like this or by riding his pretty face? Or perhaps she should wait until she could be bent over something— or, seeing as Nick was certainly a strong man, he could just pin her to a wall where they'll be face to face and she could tell him pointblank what a good boy he was—

Perhaps her overactive imagination was a curse as it's only bringing her closer to the edge and making her tremble in his grasp.

His fingers curl in her and she lets out a sudden squeal that devolves into pleased laughter. "Again— do that again." Hands find his head again, now using poor Nick as something to steady herself with, lightly scratch at him as he nearly brings her over the edge— it was so close that her entire body jolted from the sensation. "Almost— please."

Dune verse

Holly & Dalton. heavily affiliated verse with s-unfleur

It is unclear what her childhood was like, an absent mother and a father too obsessed with making a name of himself for generations to come can only spell out disaster. It wasn’t great, Holly doesn’t speak of it often.

Though she showed signs of great intelligence as a child, faster at mathematics than the next child and remembers things as if she had just been told not even a moment ago. Her father had sent her off to train and hone her skills, to become a mentat better than the known universe had seen. She did very well for herself, she was able to expand the capacity of her memory and accelerate the speed at which she calculates. Useful, is what she finally was. Maybe now her father would put her first instead of the Solari’s he’s been eyeing.

Holly had been doing so well, but when it came to rewiring her personality, that’s where she failed. Something so minuscule in the grand scheme of it all, she could not cultivate the naïve mind. Her training had to be cut short and she was sent home at the age of fourteen, just one year before she was due to finish her schooling.

She found her new home on Arrakis, where her father, Dalton, worked under the Harkonnen rule, running spice production. He ran a tight ship, though the man had never been on a spice crawler. He had never known dirt under his nails or dehydration so strong.

Upon arrival she had thought that he would be furious, disown her, send her out into the desert never to be seen again… and yet, none of that had came. Instead he had welcomed her home with open arms and a warm smile on his face. And every chance he gets, he brags about her, to everyone and anyone willing to listen. He had been advised to take on a real mentat, but the man refuses, his daughter is just fine.

Under the Harkonnen rule, Dalton makes a lot of money. Enough that Holly is taken care of, treated right… or so he thinks. Under the Harkonnen rule… well, that’s another thing she doesn’t speak about. Its horror after horror, and her father is none the wiser. All he sees is Solari’s.

Eventually the Harkonnens are forced to give over Arrakis to the Atreides. Leto had proved to be a kinder ruler than Rabban had been. Under his shirt lived rule, Holly had found hope for a better life and future. Holly hadn’t hated everything for once. Though she still felt useless, she didn’t feel as awful. The girl could finally breathe again.

Emma Stone attends the 'Kinds of Kindness' premiere during the 77th Annual Cannes Film Festival (May 17, 2024)