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dylobrn‌:

If I ever made the confession that I ever had that damn disease, the fact that you gave it to me would be following that statement. If I go down, I’m taking you with me, on any and all personalities that I myself may have over here. I won’t be blaming Dolittle, though, it’ll be you personally that I drag through the mud with me, so just remember that.

Honestly I’m confident we can put a Regina George spin on it. Like, this one time, Dylan O’Brien and Dave Franco both had chlamydia now I want chlamydia. Though, I don’t know if promoting unprotected sex is the best thing we could do for the world, we’d cause the next baby boom. And yeah, I’m confident that we have a big enough cult-like-following okay, I have faith in us.

How’d that bed warming go down for you the other night? Did it work at all or could you still not sleep thanks to the onslaught of nightmares about me?

@zoeythompson

#figured i'd give them something light too #love me

dicepatton‌:

Oh, please — I didn’t pass your favorite JT era vibe check? Baby, you didn’t pass mine. Don’t get wrong; NSYNC hits different. High school Candice lived for those boys, but the earlier years of his solo career were on another level. Justified was the album that did it for me: straight-up iconic. I’m all for people growing up and changing, but the ones that don’t? They can get fucked. How miserable do they have to be, to keep singin’ the same ol’ tune, huh? Proving shit is still shit, no matter how you try to spin it. I’ll head the intervention, trust. I’m not going to let you wander out there in Crocs, no matter what inner turmoil you’re suffering. If you can’t control anything else, at least you can control the standard of your wardrobe… meaning, no fucking Crocs.

I can’t believe we’ve arrived at the first bump in our friendship and it’s over an artist I literally haven’t thought about in years. Get high school Candice on the phone because she’s the one I can vibe with. If you need us, we’ll be ‘Bye, Bye, Bye’ing over here. It’s sad but it’s true, I can imagine them still picking fights in bars being the same miserable dicks they always were. And those that aren’t? Well, good for them, but they probably don’t exist. I’m half tempted to go out and get photographed in them now just to see how fast you’ll be on my doorstep.

mdlnptsch‌:

But you are still gonna paint me as one of your french girls, right? Because, Mr. Franco, I’m ready for my close up. Or at least I will be once I get the crown. Maybe we should go practice Titanic scenes by hanging out on a yacht. It is summer now, or at least close enough, so it’s the perfect spot for practice and play. Just don’t start to hate me when I kick you off any floating doors, remember it’s in the script, and if it were real life, I would’ve found a way to save you.

As long as you don’t get offended by whatever monstrosity leaves my paintbrush - if there’s one thing I can’t match Jack Dawson with, it’s his artistic ability. Spitting from the side of the ship and spinning you round in some lowerdeck rager I can do perfectly. Did you mean to tempt me as much as you just did? Because floating-door-sharing or not, I’m so down for a yacht trip.

mdlnptsch‌:

The only way to knock yourself out of one headline was to make sure that you landed in another, everybody knew that, but not everybody knew how to do it quite as well as Madelaine Petsch and Dave Franco did. That’s mainly what their kiss proved that night, among a few other tiny things that Madelaine had been curious about, but if his commitment to the cause had been one of them, it no longer was. Dave was down for the crown, and after this little performance piece, he definitely deserved to be wearing one. For now, her kiss would have to suffice and serve as the reward, so without further ado she leaned into it, lips melting softly against his so smoothly that it felt just as natural as she knew it would look. If gold had a taste, it was definitely somewhere within the flavor of that kiss that made her look and feel like a million bucks, and as she lifted a hand to thread her fingers into his hair to use that leverage to greedily gain more of it, she could see the flash of a camera in her peripheral at the exact same time that she felt a spark shoot through her. Leaving her confused as to what had momentarily caused the physical reaction– the camera or the kiss. Was it that the public eye was now on her or was it that his lips were? Which meant more to her in that moment? Now wasn’t the time to focus on anything but the former, so she quickly killed any thoughts in her head that veered away from their mutual goal of attention, placing her all into putting on a good show before Dave introduced an interlude. “Just right, Goldilocks. You sure know how to leave a girl and a camera hungry for more, though, don’t you? And that’s the key to staying relevant.” With that declaration decided, Madelaine pulled away completely, satisfied that they had been seen and luckily not heard.

If it weren’t obvious enough, Dave really wasn’t expecting any kind of pay off for his little heroic act. It wasn’t as if he were only doing this for Madelaine’s sake, he was getting plenty enough out of it himself, if the hint of a coy smile he wore as they kissed were any indication. As her hand went into his hair, the scrape of long nails caused a shudder to roll down his spine as his own found her waist, drawing their hips closer to one another. Sure, he noticed the flash of the camera, but that didn’t mean he intended on stopping until she was satisfied, which she soon indicated.

Licking his lips as they pulled away, the older man was sure he wore a hint of her lip color messily around his own, which he’d see to later. Right now, it hardly seemed important. “Having someone this easy to kiss working alongside you helps a lot” Dave spoke matter-of-factly, knowing he didn’t deserve all of the praise for their picture perfect display when she had brought just as much to it. “Just let me know if that hunger gets too much to handle and I’ll be there for scene two, alright?”.

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mdlnptsch‌:

Of course it is, how could it not be after that perfect performance we put on? I’d give us a ten out of ten since we’re both tens, so that’s the highest score all across the board. We had so much on scene chemistry in that kiss, we could have started our own fire. Why we haven’t been cast as Jack and Rose yet in a remake of Titanic I’ll never know, but casting directors better move quick if they want us blessing the box office. If you get me a crown, you should get yourself one, too, while you’re at it. If we want the public to buy this King and Queen act, we’re gonna have to really sell it.

It’s only a matter of time until the photo comes out and all production companies try getting their hands on us. If they’re met with people saying Titanic doesn’t need a remake, then I’m sure they’ll write a screen play or TV show for us to fulfil all their Jack & Rose needs. We may as well start rehearsing already. Way ahead of you, babe, they were both in my virtual shopping basket before you could say ‘paint me like one of your French girls’.

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Sophie Turner gave the paps more than they bargained for!

This eye-catcher gave an eye-full at Audere’s annual event in such a shocking performance that more eyes were on her than actual clothes were! After stumbling into the event in one of Audere’s most memorable moments, this buxom blonde gave the term ‘nip slip’ a whole new meaning with a flash that blinded more celebrities than cameras did. Turner sure turned out for the evening and turned on more than just a few potential suitors it seemed if the multiple men that rushed to her aid were any indication. Was that Dave Franco that we saw her hanging on the arm of? We have to wonder if he ended up offering her more than just a hand that night.

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bskarsgardhq‌:

Ah, he was a cyclist? And I’d love to join you on that, man. I can absolutely make sure I am for the cause, don’t even worry. And gives me time to get in some kind of shape and not embarrass myself, there’s that too. You ought to come visit! I’ll happily play tour guide and hook you up with some of those meatballs at IKEA. Though would it make you feel differently about them if we stole the recipe from Turkey and claimed it for ourselves? Turkish meatballs just doesn’t have that same ring to it. For sure, I’m getting ready to head back home soon, but we’ll certainly sync schedules and make this happen again, man. Mutual fashion appreciation, never thought I’d be in such a circle but I’m digging it myself.

Not professionally or anything, but as a hobby, yeah. I should warn you it usually lasts around six hours - it’s gruelling, but if it were a cake walk no one would want to donate, so I feel like you were expecting that. Dude, I’m so in. I’ve just got a movie due to come out this month so it’ll have to be once everything’s blown over, hopefully the beginning of June if that works for you? I promise I’ll keep the meatball secret for you, along with any other weird midsummer traditions. I never thought I’d be commended on my fashion choices either, so it’s a week full of surprises for us both.

dylobrn‌:

Actually, yeah, I do, a little. Could you fight back and bring the fun back? You’re kind of ruining this for me, Davy. Ruining this for me like you ruined the lives you’ve taken and buried in your backyard. I know that’s where they’re at, there’s no way you thought ahead. What I don’t know is whether you just compared yourself to chlamydia or implied that I ever had it, but I feel like I should hit you for the insinuation regardless.

I will, I will, don’t worry. There’s only so long I can resist for. The second personality just comes out when he’s uninvited, I call him Dr. Dolittle, because clearly he’s lazy as shit if he’s just piling these bodies right where they can be directly tied to us. I was referring to myself, but if you’ve ever had it...no time like the present to fess up, bro.

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6 Balloons (2018) Directed by Marja-Lewis Ryan

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dicepatton‌:

Didn’t even cross my mind, but now that you’ve mentioned it: JT runnin’ through my head like a record player. Damn, Dave. You really out here popping tracks like that — I’m half-tempted to get knee-deep in his discography again. Throw some ‘Cry Me a River’ in there, mix it up with the new stuff, and we’ve got ourselves a fucking party. I don’t have the time to give two shits about their lives or what they’re doing now — I just hope they aren’t putting someone else through hell, because then I’d might have to take a look at my ‘not wishing bad shit on people’ stance. Life’s ‘bout to get real, if they were. Babe, please — I always pass the vibe check. You’ll learn that there’s no vibe check I don’t pass with flying colors. You really tried to do me dirty, huh. If I ever catch you in Crocs, I’m calling the fashion police.

Now now Candice, everyone knows JT’s best stuff is all when he was still in N’Sync. Maybe with the exception of ‘Senorita’. Thing is, with people like that it’s hard to believe they’ll ever change - their bullying technique might, but their personality probably wouldn’t, so they’d probably still deserve it. You didn’t pass my ‘favorite JT era’ vibe check though, did you? I’m willing to overlook it because I’m pretty confident you would with everything else. I’d go willingly, if I’ m honest. I’d be clearly going through a lot and need an intervention.

grantxgustinxrpxfamous‌:

How the hell do you light a bedroom like that? - He tries to hold back a laugh that almost escaped him, he only ends up showing a smile. - I hope that at least now in the film studios you don’t have accidents like that. At most, I think I only play the fool, the one who makes my teammates laugh at every moment, I am in a much inferior league, you are the master.

I’d much rather be in your position, bro. I wish I was able to switch it off, truth is more people laugh at me than they laugh with me, thanks to shit like this. Just...never leave a candle unattended when you go out. Like, basic survival 101 that I missed the memo on.

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the stuff of fairytales | zoey & dave

francohqs

zoeythompson‌:

It was strange how quickly both of them wanted to shrug this off — after all, they were friends. Well, more like acquaintances, that had mutual connections. And Zoey was sure that the last time she had seen Dave, he was married, but now… he wasn’t, but what did that matter, it’s not like there was anything here, and that weird feeling she felt earlier? Had to be the alcohol swimming through her system; kept her from making any decisions that could be considered the least bit sound. Nodding slowly at his remark, her eyes widened slightly, glancing down at the shoes that were easily concealed beneath her floor-length gown, a laugh following his assessment, “Ha, right, of course — I’m glad you noticed and let me walk around with that thing. Must’ve gotten rid of it, maybe… yeah.”

What would’ve been considered romantic, had it not been Dave behind the mask, was now replaced with an overwhelming and agonizing display of awkwardness. How Zoey-like. Shaking her head with a smile — attempting to contain the sheer embarrassment that threatened to reveal itself, the young starlet waved her hand and took another sip from her glass, barely swallowing before speaking: “That moment I mentioned? Yeah, that feeling? It was fear, actually. You reminded me of this guy that used to haunt my nightmares when I was, like, eight, so. Thanks for that, Dave. I didn’t need to sleep tonight.”

The crippling feeling that Zoey saw right through his facade was overwhelming enough for Dave to toss back the rest of his drink in one. Not only was his excuse a lame one, it was also just painstakingly obvious that he had been checking her out in the same way. Luckily, it seemed both of them were as equally as embarrassed about it as the other, which meant they probably wouldn’t talk about it beyond that night. If they ever did, it would probably be followed by ‘man, I was so wasted that night’. Truthfully, Dave was getting there, so maybe he’d even be able to convince himself of that.

Quick to go along with her explanation, Dave nodded in understanding, as if it were totally believable. “Shit, yeah. I guess the mask is pretty sinister looking. My bad, is there anything I can do to make it up to you? I can...buy you a night light, or something. Read you a bedtime story?” Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he were roasting Zoey for her age at this point, or if he were trying to convince himself there was some issue with a ten year age gap. Anything to deter him from the feelings she’d managed to conjure up a few moments prior. He honestly wished he could say that he cared about an age difference right now, any excuse would’ve been nice.

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dylobrn‌:

Wait, what? You’re just gonna go ahead and keep my ego intact like that? Who are you and what have you done with Davy Franco? Bring him back, he was my target, I had dibs on him. You know, I think that same shudder just traveled straight down my spine at the thought of what the hell it is that you think I could possibly get my hands on to hurt you. What are you hiding, Franco? Skeletons in your closet? Bodies in your backyard? You better tell me now since you know that I’m going to find out anyway. Save us both some time here.

D’you feel guilty for picking on someone who’s not giving it right back? In that case, I’ve cracked the code. Tease me no more, O‘Brien. Look at me, I’m like a defenceless little puppy. Let’s pretend for a moment I’m not gonna come back and hit you even harder, like a second diagnosis of chlamydia. Bold of you to assume I’m not smart enough to dispose of the bodies more effectively.

lilcllns

I have to question it - why isn’t brunch a daily thing? Why do I need to wait for Friday, Saturday or Sunday? What if I want some brunch on a Monday? In case you can’t tell, I’m a bit salty that I woke up too late to get brunch today. Anyway, brunch and thoughts of pancakes aside, I’m Lily, for those who don’t know me. And for those who do, hello again!

francohqs

Considering I literally wake up around eleven every day, the idea of breakfast doesn’t exist - does that mean I enjoy brunch every day? Who says you can’t, too? Pour yourself a mimosa and enjoy those pancakes. It’s nice to meet you though, Lily. I’m Dave. Big fan of your work in Tolkien.

em-wats‌:

Well, I can’t say I was a huge fan of the fourth one, if I’m to be completely honest. But the fifth one? Yes, good one. You should definitely give them a watch if you have not. No one could really do it as Johnny though, could they? They do say we get cast in things that are either much like ourselves or the complete opposite. So I guess that seems to be correct in your case. The latter that is. It had it’s bad times, sure. Not that I have ever really been comfortable with the spotlight. But it’s just part of it all, in the end. I kind of figured that much. Glad to have it confirmed though. Not that I am one to judge. But did not quite see you as the kind of guy to be wearing them.

There’s five now? Yikes, I thought I was behind when I believed there was about three. I’m not even confident I’ve seen the second one. Nah, he’s one of those cases where people were truly made for their roles. I’ve been told it’s because I have the face of an asshole? Which, I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be offended over or not. Out of curiousity, do you find you get recognized more in England or in the states? I guess you gotta retire somewhere that don’t much TV if you decide you’re done with it. The Galapagos Islands, or something.

mdlnptsch‌:

“It’s a little late for that, Dave.” That might have been the understatement of the century, and it was going to personally take her centuries to live down the repulsive reputation that she knew that she had just gained in relation to what had happened at that table that she had been at only moments prior. “I’m not the kind of girl that gets walked all over, which is why I threw my drink all over him. Maybe it was the wrong move, but it felt.” Everything she wasn’t supposed to do typically did, but that was where the beauty of temptation lied, wasn’t it? Somewhere within that forbidden fruit? Madelaine could feel her appetite for it growing now as he made his suggestive offer that sounded like better music to her ears than anything she had heard coming from the dance floor that night. “Would feel even better to kiss you, hence why I came over here in the first place. I’m two steps ahead of you, Davy, but we’re on the same page. We need to be in the same sentence, though, so I’m going to need you to take the final step and kiss me. As in as aggressive women who take what they want are these days, I think it’ll reek of desperation if I make the first move after coming out of that embarrassing ensemble. You kissing me, though? Takes me from desperate to desirable. It’s PR 101.”

If Dave hadn’t badly wanted to locate the guy and get a look at him before, he sure did now that he knew he’d been served up Madelaine’s own form of justice. His own little run in with Liam must’ve distracted him enough to not bare witness, and that honestly had him a little disappointed. Who hadn’t always wanted to see a woman toss their drink over someone, Real Housewives style? “The bad things always feel good.” he agreed with a nod, taking a sip of his drink as Madelaine pondered his idea. Or, maybe not even pondered, once it became very clear they were both on the same wavelength. A smile worked it’s way upon Dave’s lips, glad that they understood each other without even needing to communicate it much. It was evident from the first time they’d met that there was a mutual curiosity between them, and what better way to kill two birds with one stone? “Although I don’t think you could look desperate if you tried, I’m more than happy to be your getaway car.” Eyes flickering between her own gaze which met his intensely, and her blood-red lips, Dave blindly set his drink down on the table-top next to them and reached one hand into her hair, his thumb grazing along her jawline as he used it to lean the actress into him. Lips meeting hers, he kissed her agonizingly slowly, the whole thing experimental as he spoke against her lips. “Too much or...not enough?”

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