Shortly after announcing his plans to direct a movie about first U.S. president George Washington, acclaimed director Steve McQueen (12 Years A Slave, Shame) revealed that he intended to cast Idris Elba, known for his roles in Pacific Rim, Thor, and the BBC program Luther, in the starring role.
The film, Washington, will chronicle the titular president’s life over the course of his eight years as President of the United States.
"I’m very excited for this project," McQueen told us. "It goes without saying, this was a monumentally significant period in history, and George Washington was, and continues to be, a very significant figure. I hope I can do it justice."
Following the announcement, the Twittersphere immediately went abuzz in confusion, outrage, and controversy. One person tweeted, “how can you cast a black man? washington was white #smh”. Another said, “damn hollywood. how u gonna change someone’s race? what if we did that 2 other races? they’d riot #hypocrisy”.
However, McQueen responded to this controversy, saying, “I understand it looks like an unusual decision. But at the end of the day, it wasn’t about casting someone who was the right race. We went with the person who was the most talented, the most qualified, and that just happened to be Idris [Elba]. I think people will agree when they watch the movie, he truly captures who Washington was on the inside.”
Washington is scheduled to release December 11, 2015.
Idris Elba Cast As George Washington In New Film
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crimsonclad asked: My favorite fic cliche involving robot worlds: one where a dude thinks he is in love with a sex robot, but then that sex robot turns out to be a human person who can't figure out how to work "I am not a sex robot but I would love for us to continue boning" into the conversation. So basically it would be amazing for Derek to think that Stiles is this new model of sex robot that hits all his kinks, and he feels HORRIBLE for falling in love with him but he CAN'T GIVE HIM UP. MISUNDERSTANDINGSSSS!
GREAT. SUPER. THANKS FOR THROWING THIS PLOT TWIST IN. WONDERFUL. NOW I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT DEREK’S TORTURED INNER MONOLOGUE AS HE GAZES UPON STILES’S BEAUTY.
Does Derek actually try to HIRE Stiles the not-actually-a-sexbot? Or is it like, Stiles is in the wrong place at the wrong time and Derek sees him, and knows FULL WELL he should detain Stiles properly, should turn him over with all the other human-skinned sexbots they’re picking up in the raid but something makes him shove Stiles into the shadows, makes him hiss “You should run. No one’s covering the side door. Get somewhere else, quick,” because he knows what happens to sexbots when their owners get arrested, and he doesn’t want that for this kid with the pretty eyes, the wide, clever mouth. It’s not his fault some creep created him in a lab under NEFARIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES.
And maybe Stiles is a runaway or something, or just blinded by Derek’s cheekbones or WHATEVER PLOT REASON you need for him to just stand there, staring dumbly at Derek. And Derek slaps his own face because of course, where is a sexbot going to go? It’s not like they have their own LIVES. So he throws Stiles his keys, orders him to go sit in Derek’s car and keep his head down until Derek’s back and Stiles does for PLOT OR WHATEVER.
And then because Derek doesn’t think things through, now he’s responsible for a fugitive sexbot with STOLEN MURDER SKIN and he’s harboring Stiles in his apartment until he figures out what to do. He kind of thought Stiles might just sit there, like, he hadn’t really considered that Stiles might need entertainment, that Stiles might talk back, might have opinions on TV shows and bicker with him over the last pot sticker, and Derek stands in the cold shower like, DAILY, trying to will down the giant inappropriate boner he has for a SEXBOT who can NEVER LOVE HIM and will probably land him in JAIL at some point.
Meanwhile, Stiles is like, running around, trying to hide his bodily functions and whispering into his hidden cell phone to Scott about this GUY he’s living with and how badly he wants to sit on his dick but he CAN’T until he fesses up to this entire protracted situation. Derek doesn’t even like him that much, really. Stiles is just a charity case to him, probably. UGH.
Another excellent possibility is that Stiles is some sort of futuristic census worker, or he’s lost in the building looking for a party Scott invited him to but sent him the wrong address, but THE POINT IS Stiles is wandering the halls of Derek’s apartment building (his FUTURISTIC apartment building, so, you know, glowy things all around or whatever) knocking on doors trying to figure out where the hell Unit 83746TCS55 is in this place.
TWIST: this happens to be the one night every six months Derek has allowed himself to order in a sexbot! And he hates himself for it, but he hates it SLIIIIIGHTLY less than picking up a human at a bar. Also, if you start having a panic attack during sex, sex robots don’t make fun of you! And when you tell them to stop, they have to, because of programming. Humans aren’t quite so reliable in that area, Derek has found.
So Stiles knocks on the door, and Derek opens it, and says “you’re early,” and Stiles is like “ummmmm, Scott said 9:30?” and it is 9:45, so he’s not sure what this super hot dude is talking about. But Derek is looking him up and down, and if Derek had known sexbots came in this model, he wouldn’t have been ordering the other ones. He should read through the online catalog more thoroughly, maybe. So he tells Stiles to come in, and Stiles does, because he guesses he found the right apartment!
And Derek skips the pleasantries, because Stiles is a sexbot. Skipping the pleasantries is the whole point. And Stiles would say something, but the hottest guy he’s ever seen is ravishing him, and hey: better than a stupid party hosted by Scott’s electro-pathology classmates!
Then: they DO IT. YOU KNOW.
But then Derek says something about liking his programming, and maybe next time he could code in more kissing, and Stiles realizes with a sinking heart that the dude he’s now 73% in love with thinks he’s a damn SEXBOT, and Stiles can’t quite figure out how to explain that he’s just a human who got lost in the building. And also Derek asks him to come back next week, and, well. Stiles really really wants to. Maybe he can just…explain next time.
Anyway, lots more pining and confusion, Derek being filled with self-loathing because he’s in love with a robot, Stiles being filled with self-loathing because he REALLY LIKES BEING A PRETEND SEXBOT, but also he needs to come clean. Eventually Derek gets an email from the sexbot service asking him why he hasn’t requested their services in the past four months, and a few big emotional scenes later they are in love the end.
(oh oh also after the sex Derek tells Stiles things he would never tell a HUMAN, because there’s a special memory clear code or whatever, so after sex Stiles cards his fingers through Derek’s hair while he talks about his horrible life of tragedy and pain, and when Derek tells him to delete it Stiles knows to say “file deleted” (that feature is mentioned in sexbot commercials) but it isn’t deleted. IT IS IN HIS HEART. YOU CANNOT DELETE THINGS FROM YOUR HEART.)
you cannot delete things from your heart
I HAVE NOMINATED BOTH OF THESE FOR THE PRESTIGIOUS FUTURE SEXBOT DEREK-HALE GARBAGE-WEREWOLF AWARD BUT I was thinking actually that maybe Stiles is an undercover cop investigating illegal human skin sexbot trade and also maybe—WAIT, it is an internal affairs investigation, the point is, he has a legitimate reason to lie to Derek Hale and tell him, sure, he’s a sexbot, one of the older models, though—because they’re investigating a CRIMINAL KINGPIN and Derek, for some reason, fits the profile (nephew of notorious drug kingpin Peter Hale, now in prison, lots of ready cash, no discernible job, etc. etc.) and it’s the only way to get in the door—
because you know Stiles is the rogue cop who’ll do anything for a collar, always disobeying direct orders and having his (holographic future) badge and (future) gun taken away and then given back to him when his hunch turns out to be right and he drives a (hover) car through a window to catch the guy—
MY POINT IS, he goes home with Derek Hale and fucks him and takes his credit chip—
—okay, wait, if what he needs is access to Derek’s credit account, this makes possibly more sense—
and he tells Scott, it’s just the once, he’d fuck the guy for free, come on, it’s the break they need, and Scott is like “fine, you’re crazy, but whatever you say—” because in the future it’s obviously not actually illegal for the cops to pretend to be a sexbot and do you to get access to your credit chip, but the problem is, it turns out it’s not Derek at all.
[This would be the part of the story where they figure out who the real kingpin is and arrest him and let’s all go to the place where Stiles’ forearms flex as he tightens (future) handcuffs around someone’s wrists, face grim and tired from late nights, cut on his cheek, etc. etc.]
The problem is, Derek pings him a couple weeks later and asks if he has any available bookings. Whenever is fine.
And Stiles knows he should obviously just drop off the face of the earth and never contact Derek again; the investigation is closed, he got what he needed, no one got hurt. He’s going to delete the message, but then he—doesn’t. He offers Derek an appointment. And after that appointment, when Derek asks if Stiles has room in his schedule for a regular appointment, Stiles hesitates, and Derek says quickly that he can pay in advance, and Stiles says, no, it’s just that, um. uh. and Derek says, it’s fine, don’t worry about it, and Stiles just—can’t say no to him.
They fuck a lot, but they also just—talk, or go running (Derek thinks the subroutine where Stiles gets out of breath and says “Go on without me!” is funny.) or get takeout (Stiles tells Derek that he was retrofitted to convert food to energy) and Stiles knows it’s all going to blow up in his face and Derek will hate him, but it’s—
Stiles has had a string of bad relationships and lousy breakups, most of which were his fault, for not being around enough or not being able to talk about what was bothering him, and Derek just—doesn’t expect anything from him, really, and the sex is great, and after a while Stiles figures Derek HAS to know, he’s not even really trying to hide it anymore, but Derek doesn’t know, because he grew up on a tech-separatist farm and never even saw a machine that wasn’t an apple-corer until he was sixteen or seventeen, and swallows every half-hearted lie Stiles tells him.
Derek probably ends up seeing Stiles at some terrible high society charity ball that he has to go to because of his family, and Stiles is there, working security, wearing a gun holster (IMPORTANT) and polite, professional, observant, so obviously not a sexbot that Derek feels like an idiot for not figuring it out sooner, and goes home and deletes the appointments from his calendar.
I mean, OBVIOUSLY they work it out, because Derek feels angry but also weirdly relieved that he just turned out to be a pathetic joke, and not a pervert who fell in love with a sex robot, and probably Scott pulls Derek over for having a broken headlight, he’s like “oh, it’s you,” and Derek braces himself to be made fun of, but Scott just leans on the window of his (future) car and scratches his ear, and says, look, Stiles is a jackass.
"He is not," Derek says, forgetting that he hates Stiles, and Scott says,
"yeah, he pretty much is, but he’s torn up about you."
Derek says bitterly that he figured Stiles would be having a good laugh about it with all his cop buddies, and Scott says nope, Stiles never told anyone about you.
and probably they get together when Stiles comes by with a manual credit chip because he’s been trying to get Derek’s account to take back the money remotely but of course Derek blocked Stiles’ account entirely, and Stiles is subdued and embarrassed and just wants to give the money back and get out of there, and Derek says, why, he earned it, just keep it, and Stiles’ cheeks go bright red, and he says, no, he didn’t—earn anything, he didn’t do anything he didn’t want to do, he probably should have been paying Derek, thanks for—you know, spending time with him. Being funny.
And Derek SEES suddenly that he knows Stiles, that he’s come to know him, and sees for the first time Stiles’ desperate loneliness and how tired he’s been, and he just—opens the door, and says come in, he just ordered too much takeout anyway.
Destiel AU: Cas is a homeless man who has lost everything. Dean meets him in the bathroom of an office building where he works. This is not the last time their paths cross …
(to be continued)
*STANDS ON TABLE AND SHOUTS*
I LOVE THIS AUUUUUU
Mary teases Dean because he’s the one that got empty nest syndrome when Sam went off to college. Admittedly, Dean’s been at a bit of a loose end without his brother around. It’s not like work isn’t fulfilling or that he’s not happy, it’s just that he’s got a mother hen streak a good mile wide but everyone in his life is too competent to really need his somewhat overbearing brand of care giving. Dean just doesn’t feel at ease unless he’s got someone to boss around (for their own good, of course). He’d get a pet but he’s allergic to anything furred, has a weirdly antagonistic relationship with birds, and fish just seem pointless.
So yeah, he’s struggling with it, volunteering at a bunch of places like food banks and homeless shelters, but it always ends up a bit disheartening. And then he walks into that bathroom and recognizes Cas from the homeless shelter. Sees Cas’s measly bag of careworn clothing, the dark smudges under his (blue, really really blue) eyes from fretful sleep, the skinniness of his wrists and it’s like Dean goes into a fugue state of caring because the next thing he knows he’s got a homeless guy set up in his apartment, sharing his bed even, because the couch is hell on your back if you lay down on it for any significant amount of time.
I’d like to say at this point Cas ~offers his body~ to pay Dean back and Cas becomes his kept man, but what probably happens is that Dean says he’ll help Cas get a job and a place of his own and then he can pay back Dean if he wants. So, Dean helps Cas write a resume, brings Charlie over so she can teach him how to use Microsoft Office and monster.com, introduces him to Lisa who teaches him some yoga exercises and how to eat healthy on a budget. They have Star Trek marathons with Benny and Skype sessions with Sam, who ends up calling at least two more times every week just so he can argue with Cas about philosophical shit.
But then Cas gets a job as a legal secretary which is great! Really!! Cas is lightyears away from the rundown hobo Dean found in his office’s bathroom: confident and smiling and really good-looking (not that he wasn’t before! It’s just being shaved and wearing clothes that both fit and have no holes does wonders for a guy’s image). And Dean is, well, it’s just a matter of time before Cas becomes one of those competent people that don’t really need him. Which is fine! Cas is a great friend and it would’ve been a bit creepy if Dean had tried anything with him while Cas was still finding his feet. So, Dean is waiting for Cas to find a place (he’s seen real estate sites on Cas’s browser history lately) and trying to ignore this twisted feeling in his gut that says Cas leaving isn’t going to be something Dean’ll be able to bounce back from.
And one evening, they’re sitting on the couch watching that Al Yankovich episode of Cupcake Wars for at least the twelfth time when Cas finally breaches the subject of moving out. There’s a kind of dreadful buzzing in Dean’s ears as Cas talks about the apartment being crowded with two of them and how he’s pretty sure he can afford this place on his new salary. Dean says something stupidly desperate about how he doesn’t mind it being crowded, Cas doesn’t have to move out just yet, and he knows he’s being obvious about this stupid crush but Cas just looks confused and says that it seems like the next logical step. And when Dean snaps back about how not everything is about logic, Cas goes from confused to hurt. Dean is frustrated and despairing and he wants to keep Cas but Cas obviously doesn’t want to be kept so Dean lashes out instead, pointing at the listing Cas had been showing him and laughing cruelly about how Cas’d never be able to afford that on his own anyway. And Cas practically yells back that he hadn’t planned to, he’d thought Dean wouldn’t mind paying half the rent but he can see that that was his mistake.
It’s like that ire and pain is yanked out of Dean with a hook and now there’s surprise and a growing hope. Cas keeps going on yelling about how stupid he was to think Dean would want to keep living together and serve him right for loving someone who had the emotional maturity of a five year old and why the hell are you grinning at me, Winchester?! And Dean is grinning, his cheeks are flushed and he can only reiterate that Cas loves him and that he wants to keep living together. Cas is right back to confused again because he thought that was obvious, Sam had been dropping hints about a wedding date for weeks now (Dean had thought that was just Sam being a snotty little brat again), any invitations from Dean’s friends automatically include Cas, they’re still sharing a bed after six months!
Dean just grins wider and says yeah, absolutely, ditto to all that, can we make out now because we could’ve been making out this whole time (emotional maturity of a five year old). And so there are make outs and continued cohabitation and eventually a wedding where Dean and Cas disappear halfway through the reception to make out some more.
OK I’M DONE
*ROLLS BACK UNDER THE TABLE*
Title: The Hale Kids
Genre(s)/Trope(s): canon!verse, fluff, kid!pic
Prompt: The Hale family before the fire, focusing on Laura and her siblings.
Notes: I AM VERY PASSIONATE OVER THE THOUGHT OF LAURA BEING THE BEST BIG SISTER EVER!! Doing all the typical big sister things like playing dress-up with Cora, practicing lacrosse with Derek (and teasing him to make sure he didn’t get too big for his britches), mediating all their conflicts, all while Talia was grooming her to be the next Alpha. So being able to draw how I picture the Hale kids before the fire was awesome…AND SAD. VERY VERY SAD. Hope you enjoy the art, wishingstargonesupernova!!
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