#theatres

[charnel-grounds]

Hiroshi Sugimoto, “The Shining”, 2017

[angellic4l]

la vita è bella - s.r

in which; sunshine!bau!reader and season2!spencer see a foreign film together after work.

content: fem!reader and season2!spencer, they’re so in loveee, fluffy fluff, mentions of drinking but no one actually does it, brief mention of spencer’s germaphobia, mention of the holocaust and ww2.

a/n: i wrote this all in one go bc my draft that i’m working on is so not ready, so i apologise if it’s bad. also, la vita é bella means life is beautiful, the Italian name of the film, which is why i called the fic that. WAIT I JUST READ IT AND I NEED TO SAY I DON’T THINK ELLE IS MEAN I LOVE ELLE! anyway, kisses!!

After a pretty rare, uneventful day at the BAU - just hours of paperwork, filing, reports, and a lot of team banter - the team of profilers begin to pack up. Coats are lifted from the backs of chairs, bags slung over shoulders, chairs put under desks, and a chorus of contented sighs coming from the agents.

The team, bar Hotch and Gideon, begin to make their way to the elevator together, walking in a huddle on their way out of work while making light conversation about their plans, considering everyone’s getting out early today.

“I say we all go the bar, a few drinks, maybe some darts, and lots of fine women,” Morgan suggests with a smirk, patting Spencer on the back when he says ‘fine women’.

Elle and JJ laugh, the thought of Spencer trying to talk to ‘fine women’, as Morgan called them, an amusing thought to the two of them.

Spencer, who’s walking in between you and Morgan, pushes his glasses up his nose with his index finger, his face sporting one of his infamous looks you’ve come to know, his brows furrowed as he silently questions Elle and JJ’s laughter.

“Actually, I was going to go and see a foreign film downtown, if any of you want to come. It’s an Italian film, but I can whisper translate, called ‘Life is Beautiful’, which is kind of ironic because it’s about a Jewish man and his son becoming victims of the holocaust, but-“ Spencer’s cut off by a comment from Elle about him being ‘dorky’, his face loses the small smile he’d had while talking about the film, and his once gesturing hands fall to his sides.

You think your heart might’ve actually shattered at the sight, Spencer’s dejected look never becoming easier to see, no matter how many times you do see it. The other three agents agree to go to the bar together while you and Spencer remain silent, walking in step with each other.

“You coming, sunshine?” Morgan asks, looking past Spencer to gaze at your face, Elle and JJ turning their heads slightly to look at you stood behind them, all of you coming to a stop at the elevator doors.

“No, I think I just want to have a quiet night in. I hope you guys have fun, though,” you reject them, a small smile on your face because only you know what you’re actually going to do.

── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──

All of you step out of the FBI building, JJ, Morgan, and Elle splitting off to head to the bar, Spencer walking through the parking lot and starting his journey to the metro station, while you wait for the other 3 to be gone.

It’s not because you’re embarrassed of Spencer, no, you wouldn’t have cared about offering in front of the others, but you knew he’d probably be teased for it, and that’s the last thing you want. He’s so sweet to everyone, unbelievably kind to you, but everyone teases him regardless. It hurts your heart every time he goes quiet after being told to ‘shut up’ or someone comments on his rambling.

Once you’re sure Morgan, JJ, nor Elle are in earshot, you hurry over to Spencer’s slender figure that’s slowly dissipating, emerging with the dark night sky, becoming nothing but a shadow as he gets further.

“Spence! Wait, come back!” You call out, quickly realising his long limbs are no match for you and he was getting further by the second.

Spencer stops almost immediately, spinning on his heels when he hears your voice. He could recognise it anywhere, your sweet, melodic voice engrained into his brain; it’s one of his favourite things about you, how each word you speak seems to be infused with honey, ringing out sweet and soft.

Although, even if your voice is sweet and soft, despite the fact that you’re shouting, adrenaline spikes in his body - Why are you shouting him? Are you hurt? Are you okay? - the questions plague his mind, increasing his heart rate faster than anything ever has before. That’s saying something, considering he sees dead bodies, crime scenes, and confronts serial killers almost weekly.

Spencer’s legs have carried himself over to you before he’d even processed it, his own mind had distracted him, thoughts had clouded his head, and he only realises he’s stood in front of you and that you’re okay when he hears your melodic voice again.

“Spence? Spencer? Are you okay?” You ask, brows furrowed ever so slightly and pink lips pouted to express your concern for the brunette boy.

You didn’t ask him to ‘snap out of it’, make a joke about him being stuck in his big brain, or say ‘are you even listening?’. No, you just asked if he was okay. Spencer smiles softly at that, another gentle reminder that you really are an angel personified, despite his agnostic beliefs, regardless of whether he prays to a God or not, you are angelic to him.

“Yeah, yes, I’m okay,” Spencer reassures you, the soft smile on his face still there as he looks down at you. His brain catches up after he stops being dazed by your seemingly divine presence, in his opinion.

“You called me over, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s okay. Could I come and see that movie with you? I know some Italian and you said you’d whisper translate.”

Standing in the middle of Quantico’s parking lot, the pair of you clad in thick coats due to the recent spike in cold weather, your head tilted back so that you can look up at Spencer and his tilted down so that he can see you. You watch Spencer’s face go from a small smile to a full blown grin, his teeth peaking out from behind his pink lips making your heart warm in your chest, winter weather aside.

“Yeah? You’re serious?” Spencer asks, you nod.

“I’ll drive us there, no need for the metro. I’ll take you home, too,” you say, dangling your keys on your ring finger. The pair of you begin to walk to your car as Spencer explains what the movie is about, not being cut off this time.

In the car on the way there, he starts to talk about WW2, rattling off all of the details he knows about it, mainly ones he thinks will be relevant for context to the film. Smiles rest on both of your faces as he does so, his hands moving frenetically as he talks. When you know what he’s talking about, you’ll wait for him to finish before talking yourself, but mostly, you just listen to him.

Spencer stays true to his word and whisper translates the film to you, his voice in your ear something you like much more than you probably should, close proximity between the two of you because of it. His head is tilted towards you, lips by your ear but not so close that all you hear is his breath, Spencer’s very mindful of that.

At some point, you both reach for the popcorn between you without looking, his hand coming to rest on top of yours in the bucket. Suddenly, you’re very thankful for the dark room hiding the pink tint of your cheeks, completely unaware that he’s thinking the same thing.

Retracting his hand from the bucket quickly, he whispers a small “sorry,” secretly hating the loss of contact with your smooth, silky skin, warm fingers, no longer under his.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him quietly, eyes never leaving the screen in front of you for fear of him seeing the blush that’s painted your cheeks. You reach into your bag and hand him a hand sanitiser, knowing how he is with germs.

Spencer can’t help but wonder if you carry this just for him as he takes the clear bottle from his hands, reading the label as best as he can in the dim theatre and learning the hand sanitiser smells like vanilla. So do you, he notes, and he decides he doesn’t mind his hands smelling like you, in fact, he actually quite likes it.

An hour into the film, despite your best efforts not to, you succumb to sleep, the sound of Spencer’s voice in your ear every few seconds, the dim room, and how warm you are all lulling you into the unconscious state you currently find yourself in. Well, Spencer finds you in that state when your head drops to his shoulder, looking down at you through his glasses, and realising you’d fallen asleep.

He blushes at the sight of your head on his shoulder, the weight of it grounding him and sending him to some extreme height at the same time, your hair splayed over his shoulder making him smile to himself. In this moment, he decides that, despite all of the horrors he sees daily, the trauma he was subjected to growing up, and everything else in between, life is beautiful.

[er-idkhehe2]

Have you seen tadc episode nine in theatres?

yes I saw it in theatres :3

no I didn’t I saw the leak/ haven’t seen it yet

Voting ended onJun 16

[kodachrome-net]

Mail Drop, Wiltern Theater, Los Angeles, August 2022

[mascaraphernalia]

as a fellow Nepali phan, what do you think are the chances dnp will actually tour here ever?

(lol this is a non ask, because the answer would unfortunately be 0, and i just wanted to reach out to say hi!!! i hope you're having a great day)

Firstly, hi!!!!!! Thank you sm for reaching out, and I'm having a decent day, how was yours?

Please be prepared for yap, I really really wanted to talk about this and your ask came at such a perfect time <3

It's so incredibly rare to see Nepali phans, and to be honest, I think that's probably one of the reasons why I think the chances of them touring here are closer to zero than they'll ever be to even 50% </3

However, since Nepal is the safest country in all of south asia for queer people, plus the fact that our queer community is really active and supportive PLUS the fact that it's relatively close to India where there are a lot of long-term phans, maybe the chances are a bit higher? It would be a lot safer for them to tour here, and I think they would really enjoy being here, too.

Now, I'm stupid for even considering them coming here, but if they do come to this teensy little amazing country, I like to hope they would absolutely love it.

But then again, hypothetically if they were to come to Nepal, where would they even perform? There are fourteen theatres in the country, thirteen of which are in KTM and one in PKR, and I've been to about 10 of them (theatre kid things. kill me now), I wouldn't say most of them are quite like any place Dan and Phil have performed in before, but some of them might just be large enough.

That being said, I think Rashtriya Nachghar would be an awesome place for them to perform? They have had international artists perform there so it's possible to do that, and they've got enough space backstage for the sets and for mid-show changes and all. Pretty good place as far as I remember, but my memory is a bit rusty since I haven't been there in a few years. Definitely can see them performing there if we're ever lucky enough to have them.

Lots of places close by if they want to be a bit touristy (can definitely see them in Thamel or visiting the Garden of Dreams, and the nightlife in that general area is pretty cool too)

Oh, dude, I'm not even sure why I'm rambling about this. It's just that I had a dream about them performing in Nepal literally last week so it's a very clear picture in my mind, haha.

I really hope that if they come to Nepal, they'll be here around late Dec/early Jan, Tihar season, or May-August because that would be the mildest weather for brits and the most festive times for them to really enjoy being here, haha :D

tl;dr: I'm a hopeful person and had a dream about them coming to Nepal, so I talk about where and when would be probably more practical for them but I really can't pin my hopes on this :(

[detroitlib]

View of the Orpheum Theatre. Marquee reads: "Thu, Thunder the dog in 'His masters voice'; Now, Colleen Moore in 'Irene.'" Automobiles parked in street. Printed on front: "Photography by Davis B. Hillmer." Stamped on back: "Davis B. Hillmer, commercial photography, 8825 Second Ave., Detroit 2, Michigan. TR 5-7620, TR 2-8000." Handwritten on back: "1925-1926."

Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

[thinkingimages]

Hiroshi Sugimoto, Paramount Theatre, Newark, 2015, 1963