#tomasvisser

Misery is now more film title than emotion, printed out in words and drawn up as storyboard. The latter is spread out across the coffee table in his living room, black and white surrounding them in forms of leather and marble. The project is not the reason why Tomas has been brought over, though, even when Julian’s eyes are still trained on some of the sketches that have not only his touch but Claudia’s, as well. A final glance is given to them, lips shifting, adjusting, falling on the guest with a wave of the hand.

“The wedding. You’re catering it,” he informs. 

The twinkling lights of Hollywood were behind them, perfect backdrop for a couple sitting together on the bench with nothing to do but fall in love. Jade wanted to hurl the moment she saw Tomas de Visser’s name join hers on the cast sheet. “Listen up, pillsbury dick,” she muttered over to him while she adjusted the hideous heels strapped to her feet. Cal was too busy texting, the rest of the crew trying to find their place without a leader, leaving her wide open to continue on. “Every time you miss a step, and make me do this whole shoot from the top, just remember that cute slap to your arm will turn into a fucking punch real fast. Got it?”

He never wanted this. Lady luck really did a number on him this time. Life happens, and that was the problem. Couldn't life take a break? Could it be an elective class that you didn't /need/ to attend and pass without the hellfire consequence? Eternity was a long time to risk finding out, and for yet another day Damion passed on the idea. Would have helped had he not been raised Catholic, just saying. Anyone else in his position would have been over the moon, though. Getting a role. A good one. Good reputation in directing, in writing, producing, and... whatever the verb version of cinematography was. Didn't exactly tip the cancellation scales in his favor. Couldn't have gotten on a Cardosa project! No! Too easy!

Sighing heavily, he had found himself sitting on the curb outside of the Prometheus Productions gate, just waiting for some pap to come along and do their job. An open bottle of red wine and a sprinkling of cocaine lined out against the concrete sat next to him. Not a single snapshot. Not one! Mother fucker! He might as well take the drink. Would have been nice had he brought the decanter. Next time. Perfect timing to see someone passing by, except he was just another contract like him. Couldn't even take any points from him. He did have one potential, though.  

"Didn't you snag Dunkirk?" he asked after a moment, lowering the bottle to the asphalt, between the space of both of his Italian leather shoes. "Are they training you with real guns or no?"

"Don't worry about it!" Micah's workshop spontaneously had a burst of fire in the background as he guided Tomas to sit down. A little pyrotechnics never hurt anyone! What was a few burns, at worst? All part of character building, that's what Uncle Teddy would probably say! Never did get a chance at fire with him, though, all theory, no execution on that part. "That's not even the main course, chef! Wait til ya getta load at what I've got cooked up here! 𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝓃𝒾𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓀!" A chef's kiss to seal the promise while he turned his back to find what he had brought him here for.

The thick goggles looked as though they were threatening to snap off of the top of his head, a rubberband-like existence that was pulled a little too taut, just ready to be hurtled into the bare light dangling above them. The workshop, with all its various tools lounging around and hanging on walls, cords everywhere, could have doubled as a mass murderer's shed. Thank goodness that wasn't Mr. Bates! Science was the name of the game! "Aha! Gotcha! Try this on for size!" he went on, pulling out a ring that he had activated, glowing in the only way that could be described as radioactive. "Haven't got a snazzy name for it just yet! You're the first to have a go at it! Wanna take a gander at the waiver that goes with it? Ha! Liability! Who’s she!"

We all been knowing Cooper is America’s next top slut and Jerome’s been milking that good daddy vibe for awhile. Tomas is that you boy??? You look like you’ve got daddy issues. That hot bod can’t hide the truth

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AU: Mommy dearest

Christmas had been a wonderful time when Cora was a child, and then it slowly began to evaporate like sand between her fingers. Her mother was no longer a part of this life, taken by her own hand, and Cora's father didn't like celebrating it as much. Years went by and he began to repair that, diving into his work with Prometheus, being lenient and merciful and enjoying the holiday parties. Then, Cora's sister was cancelled, and once and for all, her father's joy stopped.

Now, as Cora had her own child, a young boy named Tomas, it was time to reinvigorate the spirit. It wasn't about religion at all; it was about the feeling, the way it made your soul burn with a sense of being at home, and it was exactly what she wanted Tomas to have.

He was barely tall enough to reach over the counter, but Cora let her adopted child help make cookies for dear Saint Nick. Tomas' father had died and the rest of the family perished in their own bakery's fire. Such a terrible waste.

Her hand combed through his soft, brown hair as his fingers wrapped around the oven door to pull it down. His excitement was too much, reaching inside to try to take a cookie, burning his fingers instead and giving a small whimper.

Me: FUCK! I get so goddamn passionate about Toemoss. So, here’s the scoop, Shan: Tomas can cook for me any day of the week, preferably breakfast in bed, if you know what I mean. He’s an angel. Just put him, Tal and Ingrid into the thunderdome of nice people so we can fucking declare a winner already. But you know what’s also nice? He’s not one-dimensional. Yes, he’s nice, but he’s got fear to root him in place, and Jade, Cora, Fabian and Julian appreciate that. What else can I say? He’s hilarious, as well. Love that little awkward fool who acts like a doormat to suggestions of turning his family business into an edibles factory and getting married to a man he spent a total of 4 minutes with. Bless his soul.

Fabian: I hate to say this, but Fabian believes Mr. Visser to be an utter nitwit of the first order. How could he have just blindly signed his contract without reading it? A travesty. From what he’s seen, he also has no manners when it comes to eating, a truly horrific sight to see him devouring a muffin with little regard.

Tomas: Padre, can you be nice to my boyfriend?

Julian: What is his name?

Tomas: Juno :)

Julian: Good. With a name like that it won’t be hard to track him down and threaten him to treat you right. Let’s go.

Alternately

Julian: Just say the word and it’s done.

Tomas: I’m not going to tell you to kill Miguel. Can you please stop asking?