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nicholas hoult. don’t ask me about my feet. account for roleplay only.

[clinermaddie]

okay, so here's the thing about that, because you're not wrong.. entirely.. it may have been something i picked up on while i was a teenie weeny bit drunk one night, and for some reason i had the talent and decided it was a pretty decent party trick. i can also perform the cup song from pitch perfect… and maybe i just have an overall obsession with cups? that's a thing, right?

[houltnc]

i love it when some of the best talents are discovered while drunk, i just have to say. so next party, i can count on this performance, given the pitch perfect and the cup obsession? because that sounds like something i and the rest of the party shouldn't miss, just saying. it's a thing if you've made it one, i say! though as a cup aficionado, i have to ask, which is the best type of cup?

[limelightzegras]

Alright, deal, nobody else is on our level, clearly. Who wants to do all the normal shit when we could be doing the weird shit instead, this is why you're an awesome roommate. If I start quoting Shrek the whole time we're covered in mud... I'm not sorry.

[houltnc]

no one will ever be on our level, let's be honest about that. and honestly, the lack of normal shit was what made the trip, not to mention made being your roommate made it amazing, too. plus the quoting shrek during our mud bath was classic and i still haven't stopped laughing about it. can we do that again sometime? have another spa day and pretend we're just hanging out in the swamp?

[lilyrvsem]

hey, stranger. please tell me you happen to be in california. it's actually criminal that we haven't hung out since we did press for nosferatu which was what... two whole years ago? time is flying and it's not slowing down anytime soon. i mean, we're already halfway through 2026. it's unacceptable for us to let another year slip by without getting together. drinks on me, yeah? / @houltnc

[houltnc]

you know, i absolutely agree that it's criminal we haven't hung out more! i know you're off being a big deal and working with robert again, but don't forget the little people like me! so we'll definitely have to make up for all the time lost, certainly. i'm sadly not in california since i'm filming, though will you be around there a little while? if not, for the right bribe, i could show up wherever you are.

[weirdgarlic]

NICHOLAS HOULT as RYAN How To Rob A Bank (2026) Official Trailer

[rachbrosnahan]

I think David and I accompanying you everywhere for emotional support should absolutely become part of your contract requirements. And yes, DC representation is important. Someone has to remind Marvel that we’re cooler and moodier over here. Your ego absorbs praise like a sponge. I love it Leather Mother really sounds like a villain who seduces people and then steals classified government information. Which honestly? I could make work. But now I’m fully committed to next year. The pressure’s on. We can’t casually talk this big and then show up looking normal.

[houltnc]

don't mind me redrafting these terms, and i hope you two are prepared. keep bags packed since i travel a lot. cooler, moodier, perfect aesthetic, i don't know why people even remember marvel when it's got nothing on us. you've figured that out about my ego, because complete truth, and can't blame me when it comes to compliments from you. classified government information? is she working for someone, or this is just leather mother's idea of a fun friday night? i know, and it's a good thing we've started planning early. maybe early enough that they'll build the theme around us instead, which you know my ego would never recover from.

[llzoekrav]

nick, you're such a fun jester during unserious moments that i wish a laugh is the only thing i needed from you. and what about now? with your communication skills, i mean. still shitty, i assume. but, what do i know? why would space be good for us when we never even got a chance to talk about what happened? it's like you were there one moment, then gone the next. napa was one thing, but being in forced proximity with you at an award show or premiere may happen, too. i dunno how else to admit the fact you may have been lucky adele was there as my distraction.

[houltnc]

it's a good thing most of my moments are unserious then, since it makes you laugh. don't suppose you'd do me a solid and tell me what you need from me? communication skills still shitty, it's like you know me. well, we weren't exactly having fun around each other, so i'm not sure what else i was supposed to assume on that. though i'm open to talking if you still are. i'm not worried about premieres or press since we're both professionals and know how to do our jobs. but an awards show? you're being generous suggesting i'd be at one of those, and pretty sure those would be the one place you wouldn't have to worry about seeing me. but i didn't even talk to you at the concert. what, were you glaring at me from across the room, wishing you had superman's laser vision to burn off whatever's left of my hair? i'm just trying to picture the scene.

[mvllyalcvck]

we can curse him. he had to take me away and not let lex interact at all. please them being friends would have been interesting and i would have been all for it. exactly! i'd be up for anything. i'm glad. thanks for spending time with me and indulging in silly little adventures with me in napa. hope you didn't get too wasted while listening to adele. i can say i wouldn't bring you back to your room. not strong enough for that, haha.

[houltnc]

they can be friends in our dreams, at least until we convince james that it'd completely be the right move to make for those two. and nothing for superman. hey, i'll always spend time with you, no question, and thanks for taking me along on said adventures. for once, i didn't get too wasted, which good thing since i did want to enjoy her concert sober. she's that good. and you wouldn't have guided me back to my room? what about staying with me on the floor if i'd passed out? the true friendship test.

[dovecfm]

You want to work with me just because of a cake? I don't know how I feel about this one. I only make one cake, really. Chocolate. Super basic. Cooking and baking really isn't my thing... take out is what I have most nights for dinner. It's a good time. Do you have any specialties? Cause it's going to be give and take here.

[houltnc]

not solely, though days on set can be pretty long and i'll always appreciate anyone who makes the effort to add a little whimsy to them. although did google betray me on this and you don't like baking? nothing wrong with having takeout most nights, i get it. although do you have a restaurant you visit so often, they know you and your order in advance? and not really, other than being on wikifeet. my score there isn't even that high.

[limelightgosling]

I guess I do, or I'm really good at looking like I'm terrified of being in space, because that's not me acting. Thanks, bud, I appreciate that. I love going for the more unusual stories, and sometimes they happen to be in space and involving a lot of wire work. It's tough, but somebody's gotta do it.

[houltnc]

that shouldn't make me laugh when i'd probably be the same way in a space situation, though you do make it look good, to be fair. i hear you when i love an unusual story myself, though i say that like there aren't certain people i'd love to work with on any sort of story at all. so if we ever work together, it'll be all on you to make sure the script is actually good.

[kmtaehyvng]

it was one of the stage names the company offered to me so definitely considered it. i think cause v is really simple and with it standing for victory, i couldn't resist. i get it and honestly, it would have been cool. let me just tell younger me to go with lex instead. i'd easily give you bragging rights for that.

[houltnc]

so close, yet so far. i can understand choosing victory though, even if i'm still a little sad about past you not choosing lex. i suppose as long as you think he's cool, my heart will heal. though i am sort of curious why that was offered alongside victory. was there meaning to that, or it just sort of rolls off the tongue?

[dualiipass]

Dua couldn’t stop the smile that softened her face the second Nicholas’ hands settled against her. Earlier in the year, everything between them had been distraction, flirtation, late-night conversations to temporarily drown out heartbreak. Somewhere along the way, though, Nicholas had become some sort of comfort too. Her body reacted to him instinctively now, leaning into his touch before her brain even had the chance to catch up. Her lips met his easily, warm and familiar, lingering for just a second longer while one of her hands slid to the nape of his neck. The short growth there brushed against her fingers, earning her the faintest smile against his mouth. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” Dua said softly once she finally pulled back enough to properly look at him. And unfortunately for her own sanity, he really didn’t. The open collar of his shirt, the scent of his cologne, the way he somehow managed to look put together and relaxed at the same time, it was deeply unfair. She let her gaze drift over him for a second before brushing her fingertips teasingly along his jaw. Then, because she couldn’t help herself, she caught his lower lip lightly between her teeth before letting him go again.

At his obvious surprise over the food, Dua glanced toward the kitchen behind her and laughed quietly under her breath. “Why is me cooking such a shocking concept to you?” she asked, lifting both brows in mock offense. “Do I look incapable of feeding myself?” She slipped out of his embrace slowly, though not before letting her fingers drag lightly down the front of his chest as she moved backward toward the kitchen island. She could still feel his eyes following her, and if she stood a little straighter because of it, nobody needed to know. “I figured Napa robbed us of any actual time together,” she continued casually, reaching for the foil covering the steaks. “So I thought I’d wine and dine you properly myself.” She pulled the foil back with a small flourish. “And before you say anything,” Dua added quickly, pointing at him with narrowed eyes, “yes, they’re perfectly cooked. I know what I’m doing.” The kitchen smelled warm and rich. garlic, butter, rosemary, red wine lingering in the air alongside the faint traces of her perfume. It felt intimate in a way she hadn’t expected when she invited him over. “Over here,” she said, motioning toward the stove, “we’ve got mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables that I may or may not have over-seasoned after the second glass of wine, garlic bread…” She opened the fridge and glanced back over her shoulder with a satisfied little smirk. “And tiramisu. Homemade.” Dua leaned back lightly against the counter, folding her arms. “So I’d say this is all pretty impressive, actually.” Then she paused. “Wait.” Her expression shifted thoughtfully. “I don’t think I’ve ever cooked for you before.” The realization genuinely surprised her.

Nicholas had seen plenty of versions of her already, drunk Dua, sleepy Dua, emotionally avoidant Dua, dancing on tabletops at 2am Dua but somehow not this one. Not the version of her that cooked dinner while singing along to Hozier and cared whether someone liked the tiramisu she spent an hour making. “Hm,” she hummed softly, studying him for a second. “That feels wrong somehow.” Her lips curved again. “See? Now you get to feel special.” Her eyes drifted toward the half-finished martini abandoned near the sink and she wrinkled her nose immediately. “Okay, slight issue,” Dua admitted. “I may have started drinking without you.” Though judging by the smile threatening at the corners of her mouth, she clearly didn’t regret it very much. “But don’t worry,” she continued smoothly, already grabbing another chilled glass, “I happen to be an excellent bartender. And I achieved that entirely without the ridiculous mixology class everyone became obsessed with in Napa.” She prepared his martini quickly and confidently before crossing back toward him, handing him the drink with an extra olive skewered neatly inside. “There,” she said proudly. “Extra olive because I’m generous.” She picked up her own glass and clinked it gently against his. “Cheers." The gin burned pleasantly on the way down as she took a sip before setting the glass aside. “I’m glad you came,” she admitted honestly. The past few months had been strange and messy and full of changes she still hadn’t fully processed. But Nicholas had somehow slipped into the middle of all of it without making demands or asking difficult questions she didn’t want to answer. Being around him felt easy in a way very few things had lately. Of course, Dua being Dua, she ruined the sincerity almost immediately. “You were apparently far too busy and important to hang out with me properly in Napa. I really thought I’d get special treatment.” She rolled her eyes before taking another sip. She stepped a little closer again, close enough now to catch the scent of his cologne every time he moved. “So now,” Dua continued lightly, her gaze holding his for a lingering second longer than necessary, “you’re going to have to make it up to me.” Then her expression softened again. “But first,” she muttered, “are you hungry?”

[houltnc]

the familiarity nicholas felt with dua, down to the way his hands anticipated the curve of her back and traced it instinctively, spoke to the time they'd spent together. nicholas found himself looking forward to that familiarity every time he was in dua's company. it wasn't something he thought too much about, but something that simply happened organically, completely on its own. yet every touch of hers he didn't have the chance to anticipate, like her fingertips caressing his new growth near the nape of his neck, it was electric and his body instantly craved more of her touch, more of the way she made him feel wanted, more of her. of course, dua looking him over the way she was in that moment, with approval of his look, made his confidence spike with her being a fashion icon in her own right, even with a casual look. the fingertips along his jaw and gentle nip to his bottom lip, which nicholas couldn’t stop himself from smirking over even as he pulled his bottom lip in to soothe with his tongue, only made him feel more confident about his choice of outfit. dua always had a knack for surprising him, one of the things nicholas appreciated about her. but the realization she'd cooked a meal solely for the two of them to enjoy went beyond surprise somehow, into completely disarming him when it was such an intimate gesture. even with dua's mock offense, he had a moment of feeling the need to explain himself. "i didn't-" he'd started, then redirected, if anything just as quick to establish control over himself. "why, do people suspect that regularly?" nicholas offered instead, a touch meek rather than his usual playful bravado as he allowed dua to slip from his arms.

his eyes followed her figure even as he moved into her house and shut the door behind him, the rich aroma of butter and garlic all the more potent as he stepped farther into the kitchen. even though nicholas listened as dua ticked off all the items on the menu that evening, a menu he was impressed by no less, the intimacy of the gesture, the cooking dinner, took him a bit off guard. he stood near the first counter he reached and rested his hand at the edge, still taking in the amount of time and effort that had gone into making that dinner. at the mention of homemade tiramisu, nicholas' eyes widened before a disbelieving laugh escaped him. "seriously? even if i hadn't been impressed, everything here would have changed my mind. i mean, the one time i tried to make tiramisu, i ended up with a bowl of whipped cream soup, so…you've definitely got the advantage there." dua had indeed never cooked for him before, and as nicholas leaned a little against the counter, his gaze never left her, as though he was seeing her in some new light, studying some detail he hadn't been privy to before. "who wouldn't feel special with that?" he added, and though part of nicholas had wanted to say she hadn't had to make dinner, that he hadn't expected that, it felt easier to accept a drink that nicholas realized he needed when dua brought up making one.

"good, because my brit side only accept bond tier drinks, as you know," he teased, watching her effortlessly prepare the drink, and eager to take it once offered. "to you and your dinner and generosity, then. cheers." nicholas touched his glass to hers and then took a long sip, partly because he loved a good martini, partly because it balanced the nerves he suddenly felt. which also felt silly to him, nerves over a nice gesture. and as nicholas looked at dua just then, something about her manner calmed him, the sincerity in the gesture and in her words that came without expectation. he instinctively eased in a little closer to her as he put his glass aside. "glad you asked me," he chimed in, before a welcome shift to the moment with her joke, which caused nicholas to chuckle. "really? are you sure i'm the one who was too busy and not just in my room, pining away and hoping you'd want to make plans?" he asked, batting his lashes for playful good measure. "was definitely the other way around, though. just admit tonight was because you felt guilty for not making time for little old me." the decrease of space between them was a welcome one when it brought nicholas close enough to wrap an arm around dua's waist and plant a kiss just below her ear, a way to indulge in the fragrance she was wearing. "i can think of a few ways to do that," he said, soft words spoken against skin before he eased back, just enough to look at her. "and yes, though particularly hungry for perfectly cooked steak, mashed potatoes, potentially over-seasoned steamed vegetables, garlic bread, and tiramisu." nicholas followed with a playful kiss to her nose, then a grin. "awfully specific, i know, but i've heard you make it good."

[josephaquinn]

That's what most people come to tell me all the time. That Eric's whole "damp, traumatised man emotionally attached to a cat during the apocalypse" thing feels deeply relatable to them, which perhaps says something worrying about us collectively. But I think your self-awareness would be your downfall here. Although, truthfully, I don't know if I'd fare much better. I like to imagine I'd suddenly become incredibly resourceful and brave in an apocalypse, but realistically I think I'd last about three business days before getting distracted by something stupid and immediately taken out. Eric at least tried. My poor boy. We, on the other hand... first ones to die.

[houltnc]

that we all should just follow cats when these things happen because they don't seem to have a worry or care in the world? which yeah, probably worrying for us collectively, but cats! i just know myself and also doubt i'd try very hard to survive. we'd all like to think we'd be resourceful and surviving and perhaps outsmarting whatever it is, but in reality? i'd be dinner or dead, basically, so another thing we have in common. would you be one of those folks taken out because they thought a helicopter was flying over? because guilty. i think the only reason i'd try to survive is my kids, but they're already more resourceful than i am, so i'm sure i'd just slow them down. eric not only tried, he won by the end and protected the cat! a proper final girl if i ever saw one.

[llcarey]

and see, nick... you're always able to keep me grounded. that's one of the many things i love about having you around. do you have any favorites in your notes list so far of what your kiddos have said? maybe by the time i see you next week in napa, i'll be able to share some of my own. listen, i really do want to get as excited as you when it comes to basketball now. let's totally go to a game together, courtside, and i'll promise not to show you up. i live in los angeles now, so whenever you get a chance to circle back to me from your busy schedule, i'll make sure to free up my day, too. the only people i know right now are lebron and luka... you may be in for a treat teaching me or a world of frustration. either way, i'm down. i'll go incognito so i'm not pointed out as the celebrity who fakes like they're into sports. by all means, i'm hoping you steal all the attention away from me.

[houltnc]

one of the many things? you do know how to stroke a lad's ego, carey, and for that, i'll always be around to keep you grounded. some gems in the notes list always include the characters i've played anytime i've had to make any physical changes, because you know my kids won't let me get away without some commentary. my oldest thinks lex's nickname should be mr. potatohead since that's apparently how my head looks. any your kids have come up with since napa? perfect, i'm all for going to basketball games, and promise you'll have the time of your young life. plus the fact that you live in la just means i'll be dropping in to keep you company whenever i'm in the city, congratulations! it'll be fun teaching, always is, and i never get frustrated with any excuse to talk about basketball. people always expect to see me at games, so i don't mind hogging the attention if you're playing it cool.

[dualiipass]

Things had always felt easy between her and Nicholas. Earlier that year, they had both stumbled out of breakups and messy endings, finding comfort in each other in that very specific way two people sometimes do when they’re both trying not to think too hard about their own lives. A little bit of distraction and a little bit of misery loves company. What had started as blowing off steam had somehow turned into a friendship with flirtiness and playful banter. Even when they didn’t see each other for weeks at a time, Nicholas always managed to make her laugh. There was nothing calculated about him. He said exactly what was on his mind, sometimes to his own detriment, and Dua found that refreshing in a world where people constantly danced around what they really meant. She had never been good at wasting time herself. If she felt something, she said it. If she wanted something, she went after it. Maybe that was why being around him felt so uncomplicated. Unfortunately, Napa had flown by too quickly. Between the wine tastings, dinners, late nights, and endless groups of people pulling them in different directions, they’d barely had a proper moment alone to catch up. Not even a glass of wine. So before they’d both gone their separate ways again, Dua had invited him over to her flat.

Cooking had always been one of the few things that genuinely relaxed her, so she’d spent most of the evening in the kitchen. Steak rested beneath foil on the counter while mashed potatoes stayed warm on the stove beside steamed vegetables she’d over-seasoned slightly after two glasses of wine. A homemade tiramisu sat cooling in the fridge, one of the few desserts she actually enjoyed making properly. Too Sweet by Hozier played softly through the speakers as she moved around the kitchen singing absentmindedly under her breath, one hand wrapped around a wine glass while she finished plating things up. Then Alexa announced the time. “Shit,” Dua muttered instantly. She practically rushed upstairs, abandoning the kitchen to change before Nicholas arrived. When she came back down twenty minutes later, she looked entirely different from the girl who’d been barefoot in the kitchen moments earlier. She’d slipped into a fitted black dress with long sleeves that made her look sleek, elegant, and alluring all at once. The neckline dipped low enough to soften the sharpness of it, with a delicate gold necklace resting against her skin. The dress hugged her waist perfectly as sheer black tights covered her long legs above pointed heels that clicked softly against the floor as she walked. Even dressed entirely in black, she somehow stood out more because of it. There was always something about Dua, the confidence, the ease in the way she carried herself, that made people look twice without realizing they were doing it. Her makeup stayed light and effortless, dark hair falling over her shoulders in loose waves that still carried traces of being hurriedly styled.

Once she was finally satisfied, she made herself a dirty vodka martini and leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a second sip just as the doorbell rang through the flat. She crossed the room, pulling the door open before leaning lightly against the frame. “Look at you,” she teased, eyes flicking over him briefly. “Actually being on time for once.” / @houltnc

[houltnc]

dua had a familiar and a new presence in nicholas’ life, familiar for the way the two of them had always seemed to circle each other’s hemispheres over the years, yet recently new for how easily their shared pain had closed the distance, drawing them together in a magnetic dance of distraction. the end of nicholas’ marriage had called for plenty of distraction when he didn't want to spend too much time with his own thoughts, not if he could help it. and knowing dua was in the same mental state, it made sense that the two of them could find comfort in each other, that nicholas didn't have to explain anything when vulnerability really wasn't his forte. he was better at cracking jokes, keeping people laughing even with his oversharing, rambling, and flirting. he loved that it made dua laugh, and in turn, it made him feel good about himself too, even during the times that very act was a challenge. she didn't judge, never told him to tone himself down, and more and more, even if nicholas found looking to the future impossible for all the uncertainty surrounding him in the present, he could see dua's presence remaining in his life. it was something he certainly hoped for, that maybe the two of them would still have a place with one another outside of the upheaval that had brought them together.

nicholas had hoped to see dua sometime during the napa trip, though the days had been so short that he wasn't surprised a meet up wasn't in the cards for them, and also didn't assign any blame to either of them for not finding the time. but all it took was dua saying come over for him to abandon any other plans that night, to spend some time together before they both had to leave the city. he'd jumped in the shower soon after dua’s invite, wanting a refresh before he showed up on her doorstep. the house nicholas now lived in still didn't have the familiarity of home when he hadn't been there long enough to make it so, thanks to the obligations pulling him from city to city. and he mostly tried not to mentally tick off the differences between this house and the one he still struggled not thinking of as home, the slightly smaller bathroom and speckled tiles and sinks that weren’t his and hers, but simply his. nicholas distracted himself with the reminder that he was going to see dua, and he shaved, dressed himself in a beige button-down with slightly darker colored slacks, and added light dabs of his favorite armani cologne to his pulse points. his shirt had a few buttons open where his white undershirt peeked from, something that said casual but more effort than jeans and a t-shirt. as nicholas looked himself over, his hair or lack thereof was the only detail that caught him off guard, the new growth slightly covering his crown with his time away from set. he didn’t linger long after, gathering his keys and valuables to head out and make the trip.

leaving a little early was a habit he’d set thanks to the heavy traffic of the city, taking the stress out of a drive where nicholas put on arctic monkeys to sing along the route to dua’s place while he tapped the band's beats on the steering wheel. by the time he arrived at dua's and parked, nicholas wasn't paying attention to the exact time rather than letting the relief of being there embrace him. he strolled up to her house and rang the bell, drawing in a breath that instantly cut short the moment dua opened the door and was in full display. she always looked effortlessly gorgeous no matter what she wore, and nicholas smiled for the fact, one that turned into a chuckle when she cracked about him being on time. “just looking to make you feel special again,” he teased, easing into her space with the comfort of having done it before, his hands finding their usual place on her lower back. nicholas’ lips greeted hers with kisses before he said anything else, his next words softly spoken against them. “hi. you look beautiful,” he told her, enjoying the hint of the dirty martini she’d been sipping beforehand. he was all ready to tease her over starting the drinks without him, but the aroma of steak from the house caught his senses and distracted him. because it wasn’t just leftover from preparing and eating a dinner on her own, but lingered in the space, awaiting company. “you cooked?” nicholas asked, still staying in her orbit and unable to hide that the realization had taken him by surprise.

[rachbrosnahan]

The Met is basically just six straight hours of being overstimulated in couture. I love that your solution is apparently 'the entire Superman cast should attend together as emotional support.' I mean, that would’ve made it more fun. We would've gotten some pretty amazing DC representation there. And please, you already look annoyingly good. Now you’re just becoming too aware of it. Hmm, leather mother sounds even more threatening? Like a supervillain name. But I'm also loving it. Let me be a villain. But next year, yes. Full commitment to the bit. Did you have fun though? That's the most important thing.

[houltnc]

i guess at least it’s being overstimulated in style, right? i know personally i’d never looked better while also wanting to hide in the dark. that’s the logical solution, that you and david should accompany me everywhere and calm my nerves. too much to ask? plus like you said, dc representation when we always need to be showing marvel we’re better. what can i say, you feed my ego once and the good feeling lasts five years. leather mother it is then, and you already have an interesting villain origin story. i did have fun that night, and at least being around the other prada folks made it more so. though you and i have our plan for next year, and no one will recover when they see us walk in.

[luhems]

i know you've done a bunch of great movies so far like x-men and superman, but nothing will ever beat about a boy for me. that scene of your character walking down the hall singing along to shake ya ass? hilarious. now, is it true you were hit by a bus a year after that movie??

[houltnc]

appreciate that you like my films! i feel like i'll never live about a boy down, which i guess is okay since people find it memorable and didn't think i was an awkward kid, or an endearing one, i guess. who knew a dance and song would resonate so much? have you been doing research about me on the sly? because yeah, that happened, although i was lucky not to have gotten more than some bruises. though if you talk to my mom about it, and she was on the set when this happened, you'd think i was in a coma afterwards.

[nhcrns]

sometimes, yeah. it's a gift and a curse, especially where i'm at right now. got a few songs in my head that no one's heard yet so not really much to do with it. you working in your own lines from things is actually pretty iconic. do you clock everyone who doesn't catch where it's from right away?

[houltnc]

you're working on a new album, or just writing in general? that's really cool either way, though pretty sure a lot of people would be excited by a sneak preview of sorts. it's a good test on whether they've seen the things i've been in, right? and if they don't recognize the lines, i banish them from my life, clearly. but no, my parents are probably the only ones who realize i'm doing it because they're so used to it.