Armie Hammer as James Lord Final Portrait (2017) Dir. Stanley Tucci
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Armie Hammer as James Lord Final Portrait (2017) Dir. Stanley Tucci
michaelxrhodesâ:
âThe cartoon Grinch. Thatâs a classic. I remember watching that in school for the first time,â Mike chuckled. âIt was everywhere for the longest time,â he grinned. âSo yes, that counts. And the Santa Clause is also a fun one. I think watching it again when I got older it all made a lot more sense what the point of the movie actually was.â
âThe Grinch is a real character anyone can get behind. Really makes ya feel for him. Be it stealing Christmas or giving it back and Tim Allen. I dunno, I just find the guy funny.â He snorted out. âBest elf portrayal in that movie, too. Anyone can fight me on it.â
emilia--costaâ:
âIâm that good, My Dear.â Emilia humored him as her smile widened more. âOh, you flatter me so much with deeming me your favorite female host. Has my head grown a little thanks to that compliment?â She asked her hands gracefully hovering over head pretending to measure her ego as she chuckled softly. âI figured. Youâre a blessing Logan. Just gonna keep saying that to you. â Well, I donât think she wants my money more like my attention. I sorta blew her off for her unnecessary rehearsal, sheâs a bit of a perfectionist when sheâs riding solo. Plus, I donât think she trusts me behind a stove for some reason.So Iâm just being a rebellious child I suppose, not following her game plan. But if she heard that the both of us were hiding from her I think she would demand some money for therapy without a doubt. So do you want to hide out as well or are you going to convince me to go see her and apologize?â She asked him with a soft chuckle.
He took a moment to consider her question as if what he wasnât about to speak just pulled right out of his ass with the natural bantering mannerisms that made him up. âIt was a little smaller than normal to begin with. Now, itâs getting to regular size. So, nothing to worry about.â A cheeky grin was flashed before she relayed the information to him. :Ah, the life of the beautiful talent. Everyone always clamoring for your attention.â The man heaved out a breath. Absentmindedly scratching over his wrist at alight itch. âEh, Iâm the one going to be operating, just tell her that. My reputation should proceed me, so, I see no reason to go on a walkabout to rehearse something that will already be undoubtable perfection.â
reesesxpiecesâ:
Hearing him yell her name while she was within armâs length of him caused her to close her eyes tightly and cringe. It was late, she was tired, and LoganâŚwell he was loud any other day - but drunk Logan? He was even louder. âHey, hey. Iâm right here. Settle down,â she spoke in a hushed whisper. âWhatâs wrong?â Ignoring his laugh since she was more concerned with attempting to capture the massive tower that was his body, she was relieved when he seemed to regain balance and prance on in her apartment like he owned the place. To which she didnât mind so much, seeing as how heâd been there enough times and she wasnât one to be so uppity about those sorts of things anyway. When he told her that he needed a distraction, thoughts of the last time she was a distraction - and probably unbeknownst to him, he was a distraction to her - swam through her mind and the temptation was there and it was real. However, her self-control kicked in and she knew better. As much as she wanted to distract him in the best way, she just couldnât take advantage of him in the vulnerable state he was in regardless of the fact that she knew waking up next to her again wouldnât phase him. âEasy there, tiger,â she laughed, patting his chest as she walked past him to her kitchen, hoping heâd flop down on the couch so he wouldnât stumble over something and hurt himself. âLetâs wake up first. Can I get you some coffee?â she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.Â
Rejection was something he rarely got and didnât take all too fantastically. A frown befalling his handsome features as he stepped back with a judgmental squint down at what he hoped was the right set of eyes to glare at. âYouâre a bag of wet noodles arenât ya..â He mumbled with all the maturity of a grumpy five year old. Adding a huff into the mixture as he turned away from her, defiantly. âI didnât come for bloody coffee. If I wanted coffee, I woulda gone to a Starbucks or some shit. Whatâs the matter? Ya sick of me me now, too?â He started to challenge. Tossing his glare back over his shoulder. Whether it was the correct direction or not didnât matter in his inebriated mind. âGonna.... Gonna up and fly off to the other side of the fuckinâ states without hardly any notice, too? Ya and Beth would have a bloody good time then laughinâ it up, huh?!â The fact that his tangent came with hardly any precursor was another detail he didnât care about. He was hurting, bitter, and angry, and that unexpected brush off just gave him a flimsy enough excuse to target that at the brunette.Â
mia-hudgensâ:
âI wouldnât call it fun itâs more like walking on hot coals for ten miles barefoot.â Mia laughed shaking her head, she was still annoyed about the recent activity her clients were doing but she chose to ignore it for the moment while she was with Logan. âSo when are you gonna cook for me thatâs my real question for ya.â
âSounds like a hell of a time. Very... exotic.â He posed the choice of words with a bob of his brows. Clearly amusing himself before his head cocked a contemplative manner. âWhen? Well what are ya compensating me with? Ya know I donât do anything for free.â
michaelxrhodesâ:
âGremlins is accurate. Thatâs not bad, actually,â Michael grinned widely. âOh man, that would be funny. Yeah, save yourself the trouble and skip it entirely. Stick to the classic. The other bad guys can never compete, honestly. Itâs hard to get that kind of evil guy again,â he nodded. âWhat is your favorite Christmas movie?
âIf that movie existed, I would definitely pick that one. Easy as pie as you Americans say.â A deep chortle rang from within his chest. âUhhh... I never really had much of a favorite. The cartoon Grinch, maybe? I remember more actively watching that than most of the others out there, as a kid. Does that even count as a movie or more like a special? Maybe-- shit, okay, movie wise, that Tim Allen Santa Clause just for the man, himself.â
emilia--costaâ:
Not hearing the voice she had expected, caused Emiliaâs cheeks to slightly flush up as she raised her head up giving the man in the doorway a warm smile. He was quite the jokester but thatâs what made him so charming she had to admit. âSee, how good of a reporter I am? Dug up that gem just last night about you. Sorry about that, Logan. Iâve been hiding from the real Roxy most of the morning so I just figured my good fortune had run out. â She apologized for the mixup with a soft laugh as she walked over to where he stood, arms open wide to greet him with an embrace. â We do it for torture obviously and it obviously works. Haha, have you seriously been waiting up on me?â She asked, pulling back from the friendly embrace. âLong time no see, howâve you been? I honestly have to ask, do you ever wake up looking not so perfect? I swear Iâm never going to see you on a bad day, am I?â She teased.
âFuck, I thought I buried it so well.â He feigned a sigh while making to embrace the woman in return for their more official hello. âEh, I got bored and I missed my favorite female host, is all. Me? Have a bad day? On the surface, sweetheart, I never look bad. See me at my sickest and Iâll look ready to walk the runway.â He winked with a mischievous twinkle kept in his oceanic blues. âWhy are we avoiding this Roxy character, though? Ya owe her money or ya just donât wanna work?â Continuing to keep the mood light.
michaelxrhodesâ:
âI donât think there really is. Itâs something that is just so⌠is memorable the right word here? Crazy!â Mike nodded. He laughed softly. âWell, they donât do much justice to the first one, honestly,â he smiled. âI think youâre right. I know the last one had John McClainâs son and that just wasnât as epic as it should have been.â
The taller took a moment of consideration with his own challenge. âClosest thing that comes to mind is Gremlins? Now thatâs a crossover Iâd like to see. John McClain versus those alien rat things.â Cackling out in his own amusement. âOh, fuck, mate, I donât even think I saw the last two or... one or... I dunno what number they were on. I gave up after three or so and just stuck to the original.â
mia-hudgensâ:
âWell if it isnât Logan Wolf, guess my day has gotten a hell of a lot better now. How have you been?â She smiled widely at him.
âIndeed, it is I. Here to enrich your evening with my mere presence.â Brows bobbled playfully in place. âOh, like ya donât know. Work, work, work. Success. Beauty. Itâs all rolled up into my daily life. I heard ya had quite some fun dealinâ with some shit, recently, though.â Turning her own question on her in his own way.
reesesxpiecesâ:
 Theresa was a night owl, sure, but the hour that she heard banging on her door was at an hour that was uncalled for. Comfortable deep under her blankets and tucked into the softest of sheets, she wanted nothing more than to just ignore whomever it was at the door and go back to catching zâs. Then it repeated. Bang. Bang. And yet anotherâŚ.bang. Groaning she finally opened her eyes and reached over for her phone to see what time it was. âThe fuck?â she groaned, forcing herself out of bed, knowing that the only way to make the noise stop was to address it. âFor fuckâs sake. Iâm coming. Keep your damned pants on,â she muttered while wrapping a robe around her slender frame and slowly making her way to the door. Once she heard the thick Austrailian accent on the other side of the door, she sighed. Not because she didnât want to see him, but she had a feeling that what she was about to see wasnât a state she particularly wanted to see him in. Regardless, she unlocked the door and pulled it towards her, eyes lifting to the man who looked as rough as he sounded. âTo what do I owe the pleasure of being in the presence of such royalty?â she asked with a smirk, trying to keep the greeting light, allowing for Logan to open up at his own pace if he chose to, and stepping out of the way so that he could come inside.
âREEEE-- Oh.â He blinked his eyes open and looked down to see the door was finally open. Showing a sleepy grumpy midget and he suddenly thought of the Seven dwarves and a crack about her being their love child or something. it was enough to bring up a sloppy snorting laugh even if he didnât let her in on the literal inside joke. His massive figure leaned against her door only to stumble back upright when the thing of course was easily pushed back under his weight. âYa oughtta get that thing checked.â He pointed at the door then made his way right in as if he lived there himself. âRoyalty? Me? Oh... I... needed a distraction. Fuck knows ya are a distraction.â He puffed out his cheeks as his lips didnât release the air quite as fast as his lungs did. Arms opening as if to accept some form of enlightenment or just to be attacked expectantly for some sexual escapade. âDistract me.â
emilia--costaâ:
Emilia had managed to get past the producer on todayâs set that had been looking for her the past thirty minutes so her make-up artist had told Emilia to squeeze in a little more time in her dressing room to go over todayâs cooking segment with Logan Wolf. She had forgotten the paperwork last night that she had planned on reviewing to be somewhat more prepared and not make a fool of herself on live television. It wasnât like she was horrible in the kitchen but she just liked being prepared and able to handle whatever came her way. She was flipping over the last page of notes she had when she heard the dressing room door open, not bothering to look up Emilia started to pour out the apologies to the producer she thought had just walked in. âIâm sorry Roxy, I know youâve been looking for me but I just needed a few minutes to myselfâŚ. Just let me wrap this page up and you can rip my head off then. Okay?â @loganxwolf
As hectic as his day had begun in preparation for the show, Logan had managed his time and temper well. Charming whoever he was in proximity with as soon as he got on set. All dressed and makeuped for the stage lights, the man found himself getting bored in the remaining free time. Why not go check on the beautiful woman whom heâd be sharing his guest segment with? She was always a good source of entertainment. So, searching he did. Coming to her door, he knocked a couple times for safety before peaking inside. Brows raising at her very off assumption of who he was as the corner of his lips tugged upwards. âRoxy? Uh, wow, well this is awkward. No oneâs called me Roxy since college.â He jested. âWhat is it with ladies and keeping us gents waiting? Wanting to make us squirm with anticipation even more than we already do?â He stepped inside further, figuring that if anything, maybe he can help with whatever she was so invested in.
michaelxrhodesâ:
âThe fact that it happens around Christmas makes it even better though,â Mike grinned. âI love the way you think, though. I mean, itâs so badass, no other movie can really beat it in the way that it was just altogether so good. The sequels are debatable.â
âRight? Name a more iconic Christmas movie that isnât saturated in sappy bullshit. I wonât wait, but Iâll give ya, like, ten seconds.â He tapped his watch with a snort. âEeeeehhhhhh, I donât remember much of the sequels which says it all, doesnât it? I think the second had, what was it? Jeremy Irons with a plain or something weird like that?â
michaelxrhodesâ:
âNow that weâre already officially into Christmas season, I can officially sit on my ass for a day and watch Die Hard without anyone giving me a look,â Mike laughed softly, looking around. âWhat? Itâs my favorite Christmas movie. I know itâs not really a Christmas movie but itâs just really really good.â
âOh, come on, mate. Die Hard is a movie for anytime of the year. Also, it duels as a Christmas film. A kickass one at that.â The Australian concluded through lively gestures. âAnyone stating otherwise can just be shoved out a window by John McClain, himself.â
mia-hudgensâ:
âMm nope itâs martini time, you canât force me to go out my feet bug. Now sit and unleash your issues Iâm listening.â Mia shrugged holding her martini glass in one hand and giving her friend her undivided attention.Â
Logan turned his head at the sound of the womanâs voice. He was not disappointed in the fact of whom the voice belonged to or that he was the target of them as he turned his body to better face her own. âIâd much prefer to hear what you have to tell, gorgeous.âÂ
yourboytravisdâ:
The one time I decide to go to the bar and watch a game I forget to bring extra clothes with me and now I look like a sore thumb here. Lesson learned always bring a spare because this is what happened.
âI think youâre worrying too much about it, mate. No one is really look at ya, anyways.â He shook his head and gave a slurp of his bottle of fine brew.
One week. it had been one excruciating week since Beth had up and taken his precious daughter and jet setted off to New York. Anger and resentment was fueled along side with his anguish over the fact. Amplified then by the fact that he decided to have a night of drinking to try and numb the pain of it all. Try, as in it only served to have him think of the two year old and what little time heâd gotten to know her before she was stolen away. Leaving a much bigger hole than he was prepared to handle.Â
He wasnât sure why but after roughly five hours of nothing but booze down his throat, the man had stumbled over to Theresaâs apartment, smelling just as disheveled as he looked, a hand beat at the door as his slurred voice rang out to echo in the halls. Uncaring of the godly hour heâd come and what sane people were actually sleeping. âReese! Open up, will ya! Itâs me~ The.. Ya know, charming prince of down under.â
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