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Dennis Whitaker Will Star in Jesse Van Horn’s ‘An Untimely End to Something So Beautiful' for A24 (Exclusive)
The Oscar-nominee will play the co-lead role in Van Horn’s adaptation of his bestselling novel.
by Scott Welles | March 13, 2026 11:07 AM
Dennis Whitaker has been cast in his first lead role on film following his back-to-back Oscar nominations.
Whitaker will portray one of the two leads in the project based on Van Horn’s novel, which he is adapting for the screen alongside his fiancée, actress and filmmaker Cassie McKay. It hails from A24, which will also distribute worldwide, and Small Town Tulips, Van Horn’s production company.
Representatives for Van Horn and Whitaker revealed that Whitaker has been cast in the co-lead role of Sunday Van der Viejden, one half of a couple on the verge of breaking up who attend a friend’s weekend wedding celebration in The Hamptons.
After appearances in Netflix’s queer vampire romance My Bleeding Lover (2022-2023) and anthology dramedy Open Hearts (2023-2025), Whitaker had his breakthrough in Jesse Van Horn’s semiautobiographical drama The Blue-Eyed Boy from Lincoln, Nebraska ( 2024). His performance earned him numerous accolades, including a Golden Globe and a nomination for the Academy Award for Best Actor. He collaborated with Van Horn again in the psychological horror Heaven On Earth (2025), for which he earned a second Academy Award nomination.
He has maintained a steady presence in television, continuing his recurring role in the second season of the FX dramedy series Baby Ko, co-created by and starring Trinity Santos. He additionally made a one-episode appearance in the Victoria Javadi-led FX’s sports drama miniseries Playing Doubles as a disgraced former tennis champion and had a recurring role as an intelligence operative with a secret in the Heather Collins-led Apple TV thriller series Unintelligentsia.
Most recently, he starred alongside Flynn Carter in Jesse Van Horn’s queer historical western miniseries Bucking Broncos for HBO. The series premiered in January and was met with glowing critical praise and high viewership numbers.
Casting is still reportedly underway for the co-lead role of Hadrian Paulson.
According to sources, an Untimely End is due to begin filming in the summer of 2026.
Trintastic
ok, i’m coming up the elevator now. have the door open bc my arms are full!
Seeing Trinity’s text appear at the top of his screen pulls Dennis’ attention away from the article on his phone, which he sets face down on the emerald green colored stone of his kitchen island before he makes his way to his front door.
He just has to wait a moment, comfortably propping the door open with his back, before the elevator doors at the end of the hallway slide open. Out steps his best friend, cheerfully carrying a brown paper bag in each arm.
“Geez, Trin, isn’t it just us and Mel? That seems like a lot of food,” he remarks with a slight chuckle, accepting one of the brown paper bags she passes to him once she reaches his apartment.
As she slips off her chocolate brown Bottega mules and pushes them to the side of the foyer, she smiles at him with that trademark wry curve to her lips that he’s grown so fond of, “Listen, Huckleberry, I saw that clip of you on Jimmy Fallon last week and you’re looking skinnier than usual. We’re putting some more meat on your bones. No more of that carrot-and-kale diet you’ve got going on.”
He scoffs as he lets the door shut and follows her into his kitchen, where they both set down the brown paper bags and begin to pull out the food she’d picked up from that amazing sandwich place in her neighborhood that their entire friend group had become so fond of. He’d been on that late-night show last week, doing promo for Unintelligentsia, the new spy thriller starring Heather Collins that had been released on Netflix earlier in the month. “Okay, I literally started that just last week, Trin, c’mon,” he replies, pulling out a box that is marked with an “SP” in the owner’s sharp handwriting, which means it contains an order of sweet potato fries, and so he sets it aside for Mel. Next is a container marked with a “CS, " meaning it's the fries with Cajun seasoning, so he slides that across the counter to Trinity. Pulling out the final container, he already knows it's tater tots, so he keeps it for himself.
“Yeah, and Kim texted me about how you were grouchy all of last week,” Trinity says with a scoff, pulling out the sandwiches from her bag as well as the sauces, beginning to divy them up to their corresponding person: the grilled cheese with bacon and extra tomatoes and the containers of ranch for Mel, the chicken and bacon sandwich with pesto and red onions and cups of honey mustard for Dennis, and the green goddess chicken salad sandwich and the barbecue sauce for herself.
He lets out a miffed little sound as he turns to pull out some plates from one of his cabinets, handing one to Trinity, setting another to the side for Mel, and then grabbing one for himself. “I wasn’t being mean to Kim, was I?” he asks, his head tilting slightly in that way that Victoria always makes fun of him for, and he turns to meet Trinity’s eyes for a moment as he folds up his brown paper bag.
Kim Tate was his assistant, and there had been plenty of days when he knew she was what kept his life from falling apart. They’d been working together for almost five years; he’d hired her back in the summer of 2021, at just the right moment.
They were halfway through filming the first season of My Bleeding Lover when Netflix had reached out, informing Mel they’d like to offer Dennis a role in an upcoming dramedy series, Open Hearts, being created and written by a husband-wife duo of comedians turned indie filmmakers. A pseudo-anthology, the series would follow the sometimes-intersecting lives of an eclectic group of characters as they explored their love and sex lives in Manhattan. Some of the characters would have recurring narratives, and the role they were offering Dennis was one of those. It would be filming on location in New York, and Dennis had felt his head spin as he read over the email detailing the people already attached to the project: Lena Olin? Perlah Alawi? Sandra Bernhard? Samira Mohan? Joshua Jackson? Alfre Woodard? Timothy Olyphant?
Years later and he doesn’t think he’s over the fact that they’d been doing press all day for the first season, stuck in a pretty hotel in the UWS, when suddenly Timothy Olyphant—tall, silver-haired, sporting a fucking beard, Oh God— had come up to him with a bright smile, introduced himself, and told Dennis that he’d really liked him in My Bleeding Lover . Mel still likes to bring up with a jovial tone how he’d managed to stay upright when Timothy had asked him if he could share anything on the upcoming second season because he was “absolutely hooked.”
Filming for the new show would only intersect slightly with the shooting schedule for his film debut— my first ever movie , he remembers being absolutely floored by the idea—in the heist thriller A Trick Up My Sleeve , directed by Donnie Donahue. Immediately after filming for the movie in Atlanta wrapped, he would be ping-ponging from coast to coast. He would be filming the second season of My Bloody Lover and his role in a coming-of-age sex comedy that he’d become attached to in New York, and then a horror picture on a studio soundstage in LA offering the biggest paycheck of his career. “So far,” Mel had amended when he’d reacted with that sentiment when they’d been looking over the offer together. She was sure that his career would be on the up-and-up; that’s why they were hustling the way they were, it was all going to be worth it.
The idea of having an assistant had seemed so strange and foreign to him. Still, he relented when Mel had given him that trademarked stern but fond look of hers as she laid all of it out for him: the constant traveling, the press, filming on set and on location, and insisted that she knew the perfect person for the position, explaining that Kim was a friend of a friend who had found herself in need of work. She was hired, and they’d quickly become a phenomenal team.
He hates to think that he had started showing signs of that stereotypical asshole behavior associated with Hollywood types, and he hopes he hadn’t been too short with Kim in the previous days. He loves and cares about her, and she knows she feels the same for him. They’d spent too many red-eye flights and late nights on set together not to have become close as they were, and he appreciated having a constant presence like her in his life. She’d been ever-ready with a tissue from her never-ending supply to gently dab sweat at his forehead away when Fallon had cut to break. She had good-naturedly fielded a phone call from his mother all the while shepherding him into the elevator so they could make it on time to a fundraising gala for a dementia research organization that Donnie was on the board of. Kim—with her auburn hair always in a ponytail and a reassuring smile—was truly a god-sent gift.
“No, no, please don’t start spiraling, Huck. I don’t even think you have it in you to be an asshole to anyone, much less Kim,” Trinity answers, reaching over to ruffle his hair, earning a little squawking sound from him as he ducks away from her touch. “She just said she could tell you needed a cheeseburger. And well, you know what they say.”
They speak in unison: “Kimberly Tate is always right.”
And it was true, Kim had some sort of otherworldly sense (“I like to think it’s just common sense , Denny,” she would sing-song in reply whenever he brought it up) that he’d come to value greatly. She was right about how even if he thought he could manage, he was smart to take Mel up on hiring her. His ascension to stardom had been unexpected and a lot quicker than most, and he knows that he wouldn’t have been able to keep up with the breakneck pace of the constant filming, photo shoots, interviews, styling sessions, fittings, appearances, and more if she weren’t by his side.
“You’re not just an actor, now, Denny, you’re a celebrity,” she’d mused late one night while they were in the backseat of a sleek black car cruising through LA. She’d let her hair down once they were in the car, and her red hair spilled along the pleated shoulders of her persimmon-colored dress. Kim was focused on her phone, where she had all of his accounts and was searching for a song to add to an Instagram story of his evening spent at a little mixer that Netflix had thrown for its new crop of stars. Increasingly, his schedule was becoming populated with appearances and parties, and he’d still been adapting to it.
He had a sheltered upbringing growing up in rural Nebraska (“Just a little south of nowhere,” Trinity replied when he informed her he was from Broken Bow that first day they met on set), but still, country kids had their fun. He’d been to plenty of tailgates and tractor races at twilight and smoking sessions in barn hay lofts bathed in the burnt orange hues of the sunset. He still experienced a bit of a culture shock when he moved to Lincoln for university though. It was a proper city, and everything was so much bigger, and louder, and brighter, and faster .
“What are your pronouns?” a gorgeous Asian girl that he vaguely recognized from one of his classes asked him at a party a month into his freshman year. His mind had gone utterly blank, and his face blanched as he heard his mother’s gentle scolding tone in his mind. He quickly apologized, “I’m very sorry. I didn’t realize we were meant to bring something.”
She’d burst into laughter but had placed a delicate hand on his shoulder at his panicked expression. He’d quickly realized his mistake once he repeated her question in his head, and he too started laughing, managing to answer, “Oh, duh, pronouns, I’m sorry. Uh, I’m he. I’m him. He/him, yeah, that’s me.”
All these years later, he knows she still has him saved in her contacts as Kerry (He/Him).
The flaxen-haired girl had introduced herself as Chloe and had become his closest friend during those university years. They were an interesting pair: she was a bubbly student-athlete, part of the Cornhuskers women’s volleyball team, while he was quieter and introverted, a theology major with hopes of joining the priesthood one day. That last part had changed throughout the years, though, and he knew that she was a very influential part of his decision not to seek out a life as a clergyman.
It was their junior year, filled with incredible highs and lows. His father...it had happened in October, and he had been startled awake by a phone call early one morning after Abraham had begun his duties at dawn, discovering their father in the barn. The Huskers had made it to the NCAA Division I semifinals in Columbus. He cheered for Chloe and their team so loudly that he almost went hoarse. There were highs and there were lows.
The conversation took place during Christmas break while they lay in bed together. She had found him earlier, crying in the corner of her childhood bedroom that they were sharing. She had made hot chocolate, and it warmed their bellies as they lay parallel to one another. A soft Minnie Riperton song filled the air, accompanied by the delicious smell wafting from the kitchen. She mentioned that her little sisters were helping their mother prepare laksa for dinner.
He hadn’t gone back to Broken Bow for the holidays. Dennis couldn’t even stomach the idea of returning to the family farm, where the ghost of his father would be all around, and he would be haunted by the biting words Simon Whitaker had said in what turned out to be their final conversation. She’d made a hurried phone call in the hall when she thought he wasn't paying attention after he’d informed her of his plans while finishing dinner in the small kitchen of their shared apartment. He caught only fragments of the conversation, and it soon switched to rapid-fire Hokkien. When she returned to the kitchen to help him plate the pasta, she casually mentioned that he’d be coming with her out east to Massachusetts for Christmas and New Year's.
By that point, he had already come out to her, revealing through tears that he was gay during one of the final weeks of their sophomore year spring semester. They had spent months tiptoeing around the fact that he had made no changes to his plan of joining the priesthood. Both of them would bristle at the topic when their mouths betrayed their unspoken agreement, causing it to arise accidentally in conversation. Their eyes would meet, almost as if challenging one another to begin parsing through Dennis's commitment to a life they knew he didn’t really want.
“Cece, I have to do this,” he had murmured, feeling the amorphous shapes she was tracing along his arm.
She understood what he meant because, of course, she did; Chloe Cordelia Lau could read him like an open book. “Why do you feel that you have to follow this path, Kerry?” she’d asked gently, using that little nickname born from the last syllable of his surname.
“If I do this, then maybe he’ll forgive me,” Dennis had whispered to the ceiling after almost ten minutes of silence.
Her hand had tightened in his. Again, he hadn’t needed to say it, but she understood who he was referring to. God, his father, his brother. Maybe God would forgive him for being gay. Maybe his father would forgive him for not being the son he wanted. Maybe Malcolm would forgive him for how Dennis was the one still alive while he’d died that one fateful night in August when a drunk man swerved his old Chevy into the wrong lane.
“You don’t need to be forgiven, Kerry,” she’d replied, and before he could protest, she had continued, “You don’t need to seek forgiveness for being alive and living the way you’re meant to.”
“You don’t need to atone and give yourself up just for being , Denny,” she’d murmured, shuffling closer to him. “You don’t need forgiveness from any of them.”
For years, religious guilt, trauma, and survivor’s guilt had enveloped his spirit, making him feel as though he was constantly choking.
“I-I really want to believe that,” he’d said, turning to his side and looking into her brown eyes. The nearby lamp had cast a soft orange glow, lighting up her sheeny platinum hair as she turned to hold his gaze.
That night, as a blizzard blew past Brockton, he knew he would never fulfill that promise he’d made to his father. He heard his brother’s voice and that promise he’d made to him, and thought about how maybe he could make it come true instead.
Back during his college partying, he had picked up some flirting techniques and discovered that he had a surprisingly accurate aim in darts and pool. Those frat house rangers that Chloe had brought him to were very different from the parties he began to be increasingly invited to as his career took off.
He’d spent most of the evening with Nolan Klein, his co-star from My Bleeding Lover, the centuries-old Drake to his Billy, the reincarnated version of Wilhelmina Harkner. Nolan was several years into his career, having transitioned from a lovable bad boy rebel on a Disney Channel sitcom to a supporting role as the protagonist's son on a prestige courtroom drama before advancing to play the lead in his own series. From the start, Dennis had admired the easy confidence with which he carried himself, whether on set or at a party like that one. He was an engaging conversationalist—charming, smiley, and handsome. He’d shaved his head for a film role he was working on in the months between seasons and had actually pulled off the buzzcut very well.
“You’ll get used to it, I promise,” Nolan had assured him when he found Dennis. He had slipped away from Nolan’s side about fifteen minutes earlier, just a couple of minutes into their conversation with a group of starlets that Nolan had briefly explained were on a show about sorority girls turned witches. He stood by a small high-top table to the side, gazing at the LA skyline and wondering how much longer he needed to stay before he could text Kim that he was ready to leave. The thumping bass of the dance club remix of some hit pop song he couldn’t remember would have drowned out Nolan’s words if he hadn’t leaned down close into Dennis’ space.
He chuckled, spinning the remnants of the vodka cran at the bottom of his glass. “I-I hope so. Hopefully soon,” and found his shoulders relaxing at Nolan’s proximity. “Everything is changing so fast.”
And she was right; he’d found his life changing in a whirlwind, almost too quickly to register at first. She had been the one to coach him through dealing with the paparazzi the first time he saw them outside a coffee shop near his and Trinity’s shared apartment in Carroll Gardens. “It’ll be best and easiest if you just ignore them, Denny,” she had said over the phone while he was locked in the bathroom, having been too spooked even to exit the café. “They just want some pictures they can sell. Walk out of there, flash them a quick, small smile and a nod, and then keep it moving, okay?” she’d instructed, her voice gentle.
A hundred new followers on his socials quickly grew to a couple thousand more. The show was quite successful upon its release, with a Netflix executive emailing Mel to inform her that they were performing very well in terms of numbers. Fans had flocked to the internet en masse, and before long, his social media was filled with dozens of fan edits and drawings. The fans of My Bleeding Lover had adopted the nickname ‘blood bats’ to refer to themselves and formed an impressively active community. He’d been humming Lana Del Rey’s “Jealous Girl” under his breath for a couple of days after he fell asleep one night while watching a fan edit on Twitter set to that song. The airy vocals of “Come on girls, march it out, show him what you’re all about” accompanied a mash-up of different scenes featuring him and Nolan, culminating in one of them engaged in a heated makeout session. That same week, Mel had sat him down and informed him that Kim would manage his accounts, and he lay awake in bed that night following their directions to create new private accounts for his use. He finally understood the purpose of a finsta. He hadn’t even known how to react when Mel showed him a recently created Twitter account with the handle @DennisWhitakerWatch that proclaimed to be “the #1 source for everything dennis jude whitaker, star of Netflix Original queer vampire romance My Bloody Heart.”
Kim had also been right about what happened on the set of Hades and Kore, though he didn’t like to think about it too often. He remembers well that one night he stumbled into her hotel room and her arms, with a tear-streaked face and a wobbly little pout as he started crying and began apologizing for doing so.
He’d told her what happened that evening, words stumbling over little sobs, and he had followed her advice to take a shower and eat. She had taken the initiative to order dessert while he showered, and he came out of her en suite, towel-drying his hair and dressed in pajamas that she had brought over from his room when the pavlova arrived. When he told her she'd been right, they’d been scooping up sweet meringue and blueberries onto little silver spoons. “I should never have done this with him. This is the worst thing I could’ve ever done,” he’d murmured, meeting her pretty eyes from across the table set up on the balcony where they were seated, overlooking the port of Kalamata.
Thankfully, she hadn’t decided to hit him with any version of an ‘I told you so.’ Instead, she reached over to clasp her free hand in his. “Oh, Denny, please don’t say that,” she’d intoned quietly, and neither her eyes nor her voice wavered when she added, “I understand how much this hurts right now. It’s not your fault you fell for a man unwilling to be open and honest. It’s not your fault you were open and honest with him.”
He had tried remembering that, especially when he found himself in that same man’s bed again by the end of the week.
“She and I have been working together for almost 5 years, y’know?” he remarks as he circles the island and leans into her personal space. She lets out a little snort but wraps an arm around him and pulls him close to her side. Despite the facade she liked to maintain, always appearing aloof and cool in front of the cameras, he knew Trinity needed this physical contact just as much as he did after not seeing each other for almost two weeks.
Mel had a photo on her phone from the set of Open Hearts, taken during the filming of the second season finale titled “Shots, Shots, Shots, Shots, Shots…Everybody!” The episode primarily focused on Samira’s character, Greta, as it marked her departure for a new job opportunity in Rome. A couple of months earlier, Samira had informed production that she wouldn’t be returning for the already-greenlit third season. The showrunners had decided to creatively weave in narratives from other recurring characters into the episode’s bar setting: Dennis’ character, Shiloh, and Trinity’s character, Amihan, both appeared in brief scenes connected to their overall arcs in the season. Set entirely at night, the episode required late-night shoots; during one such shoot, they found themselves sitting side by side on the couch in Trinity’s dressing room. Mel captured the moment, framing an endearing scene of Trinity nestled under his chin while he rested a leg over hers. “You two look so adorable!” she exclaimed excitedly later, showing them the photo on her phone after filming wrapped. They were all in the car, on their way to drop Mel off before heading to their apartment. Despite their playful protests and groans (“Huck, look at how you’re drooling all over my hair !"), their friends echoed the sentiments when Mel, the traitor, shared it in the group chat.
The Girls Chat
(Trintasic, Vicky Serena Barcelona, Mira Mira On the Wall, Queen Mel King, and you)
Queen Mel King
[picture of santos and whitaker snuggled together on the sofa]
they’re like cats!
Vicky Serena Barcelona
saving this, printing this, framing this, hanging this over my mantle
Mira Mira On the Wall
oh my god! this is going to be my new lockscreen!
mel, make sure to remind us that you’re not paying for any of the rounds next time we go out
He had been in the middle of eating a hastily warmed-up everything bagel with cream cheese when the messages had come in, and let out a quite ungracious chuckle around a bite of food as he read their reactions to the pic. Trinity had sent him an unimpressed look from where she was standing in the open door of his refrigerator, pulling out the carton of oat milk that he kept stocked just for her (“I can’t believe you drink cow’s milk,” “Well I’m a Huckleberry , aren’t I?!”) and bringing it over to the little breakfast nook where their feast of bagels and cups of ginger tea was awaiting.
He had turned his phone around to show her the chat, knowing she’d left hers charging in her bedroom. He watched her expression grow fond as she read the messages, but she rolled her eyes when she looked up, “Tell Javadi to go to sleep. It’s past her bedtime.”
He’d chuckled but thought briefly, his head tilting slightly to his left, “Actually, isn’t Vic with McKay in London still?”
“For that short film Cass is doing for Burberry, shit, you’re right,” Trinity had nodded, plucking one of the two pumpernickel bagels from the plate in the middle of the table. Those were her favorites, and he’d learned the hard way she didn’t fuck with any other kind of bagel.
Victoria had been spending a lot of time with Cassie McKay, having found a surrogate mother figure amid the tense period she and her parents were experiencing. A bona fide child prodigy, Victoria had been a two-time Oscar nominee by the time she was 15. However, she decided to take a break from acting, a choice that her parents (more specifically, her mother) were not very pleased about. Earlier in the year, she had left New York to join McKay in Santa Cruz, where McKay was deeply involved in filming her upcoming Adrienne Rich biopic. Before she joined Cassie in London, they’d received constant updates about her beachside exploits, including her and Harrison, McKay’s son, learning to surf together.
Scrolling back up to see the pic of them snuggled up together, he’d finished taking a sip from his piping hot tea before chuckling, “Maybe we’re at least part cat?” which earned a disapproving humph from Trinity.
Maybe we’re more like half feline , he muses now as he relaxes into her hold and moves an arm to come around her waist.
“Are you planning on doing anything special, Huck?” she asks as she eases into the embrace, letting her head rest against his.
He’s almost about to give his best attempt at a nod, but considering their positioning, he opts instead for a small grunt of approval: “The actual anniversary date is in about a week and a half. I have to double-check with Mel to make sure that night is clear, but I’m thinking of dinner at that Thai fusion place she loves in SoHo. I also already bought her this purse that I caught her looking at on her phone while we were in the car back from the airport last week.”
“Don’t let me forget to tell Mel to send me the deets. Max and I can probably go shopping for a present the day after tomorrow. There’s a luncheon I have to go to, but after that? You know Max and her are always sending each other links to shit at Saks, we’ll figure something out,” she instructs. It’s a testament to their friendship that he understands her because she’s shifted her head slightly, and her words are mostly spoken into his strawberry blond hair. He knows she loves the citrusy scent of the shampoo he uses.
"Sure thing," he replies softly, and they start to drift apart, both wearing gentle expressions and relaxed postures, like satisfied cats having basked in the sun for a while. “Jessie will be in town for that too. And I think Samira might be as well. Mel and I just started coordinating that earlier this morning when she first got here.”
“Where is Mel, anyway?” Trinity asks as she shrugs off the oversized windbreaker she had been wearing, setting it over the back of one of the tall stools. That leaves her in a thin, lacy camisole, her tattooed arms on full display. “Not you two making me lug all this food all the way from Brooklyn just for it to get cold.”
He rolls his shoulders and takes a deep breath at the satisfying feeling. He had agreed to join Mateo at the gym yesterday, and well, he’d kept up, but it wasn’t without some considerable effort. That prolonged hug with Trinity had done him good, though, and he feels more relaxed than he did earlier. He opens his mouth to answer when Mel arrives in the kitchen, looking put-together in her perfect French braid, periwinkle-colored soft long-sleeved top, and grey slacks. “Sorry, that phone call took longer than expected,” she says, her expression shifting to a broad smile upon seeing Trinity, quickly circling the island and throwing an arm around her shoulders. “Oh, Trinity! I’m glad you could make it!”
“Oh, please, you’re just saying that because I brought you sweet potato fries,” she ribs, but nestles into Mel’s side good-naturedly, with Mel chuckling lightly.
“Let’s get to eating, yeah?” Dennis says, and soon enough, they’re digging in, canned mineral waters pulled from his fridge, sandwiches unwrapped, and sides wolfed down, all joining into a chorus of praise for Cordova’s fantastic food.
They’re partway through their meal, with Trinity assuring Mel that Max has the final fitting for the luncheon on the books for tomorrow, when both his and Mel’s phones vibrate. He opens it to find a message in one of his group chats. “It’s Kim texting us about how socials are reacting to the news,” Mel supplies, wiping her fingers on a napkin before swiping her phone.
Oh, Denny Boy, We Love You So!
(Queen Mel King, Tater Tots, and You)
Tater Tots
Socials have been BLOWING UP after the THR announcement!
@Denny Go ahead and draft a story for Instagram, and I’ll check it and post it. People are super excited already!
Will do, Kim! Thank you!
Hope you’re having a good time with your sister!!
Queen Mel King
Send greetings to Mina!
Tater Tots
[selfie attached of Kim and her sister in front of some red-figure pottery in the Met, both of them smiling and Kim flashing the camera a peace sign]
Trinity coos, “Aw, Kim and Kristen look so pretty,” before she adds, “I skimmed that THR article while I was at Cordova’s. People on Twitter are already going crazy about it.”
Mel sips from her can—grapefruit and strawberry, her favorite flavor, which he always kept in stock for her—before chiming in, “I can’t imagine people are too surprised though. Did they really think that Jesse wouldn’t cast you?”
Dennis feels a slight blush, but he can’t disagree. His professional relationship with Jesse has been very successful since he was cast in the director’s second feature, The Blue-Eyed Boy from Lincoln, Nebraska. Princess dela Cruz, who directed him in God Yes Please, his second feature, recommended him for the lead role. She and Jesse had remained in touch since becoming acquaintances while film students at NYU. When she learned that his project—drawn from his experiences growing up as a queer kid in Nebraska—was greenlit, she immediately knew who could bring the character to life.
Their fated first meeting had occurred in Los Angeles, with Whitaker in the midst of filming a horror movie, The Ventriloquist, aptly named for following a crew of twentysomethings haunted by a possessed dummy. That day, they were shooting the scene where Whitaker’s character’s closest friend in the group met a gruesome end. He rushed over to the coffee shop where the meeting was set to take place immediately after they wrapped up and after he had finished showering off the blood splatter from the faux decapitation. He arrived to find that Jesse Van Horn was already there, seated at a table in the back, looking just as he had in the picture Mel had sent him earlier that week when she formalized the details of their meeting: tall and handsome with long limbs and salt-and-pepper hair.
“Hello, Hi, I’m sorry about being late. We had a crazy shoot with all this blood splatter everywhere. I’m doing a horror film right now, and my character’s best friend just got decapitated,” was what had hurriedly come out of his mouth when he approached the table. He hoped he wasn’t as sweaty as he felt, but he smiled and extended a hand, “I’m Dennis. It's great to meet you.”
When their eyes met, blue on blue, Jesse's expression was one of amusement. “I’m Jesse. It’s great to meet you as well, Dennis,” he chuckled and took the hand offered. And that had been the start of their creative partnership.
They were similar in many ways. Both were Nebraska boys from very religious communities: Whitaker was raised strictly Catholic outside Broken Bow, and Jesse grew up in a Mennonite community outside of Pawnee City before he’d run away to live with his aunt in Milford. They both had dead fathers, complicated relationships with their mothers, and sometimes tense relationships with their siblings. They’d both repressed their sexualities during their teenage years and had come out during college.
“I’m delighted that we’re doing this together, Jude,” Jessie had said one late night after shooting had wrapped for a night scene for The Blue-Eyed Boy, calling him by his middle name, something he’d never allowed anyone to do since Malcolm. The sky above them was vast and infinitely indigo. Jesse had refused to shoot the film anywhere but Nebraska, and eventually, the producers had caved, leading to their presence in Gage County. They walked together, shoulders brushing as they crossed the parking lot of the small hotel they’d been put up in. “I couldn’t have done this with anybody else,” he’d added, “So thank you.”
“Please, I should be the one thanking you. This is an amazing opportunity,” he’d replied.
“Ah, cmon. You’re doing action movies with Jack Abbott, and I keep hearing rumors about how Robinavitch wants to turn you into his new favorite guy now that Langdon is out of the picture. You've got opportunities in spades right now, Jude,” Jesse had chuckled, giving his shoulder a playful knock, not picking up how hearing that name made Dennis' breath hitch for a moment.
Dennis had recovered quickly and scoffed, “But those aren’t my stories. I mean, I know this isn’t mine either, it’s yours, but I feel like it’s sort of mine too.”
Jesse had wrapped an arm around his shoulders and brought him close. “Us queer Nebraska fellas with religious guilt and family trauma have to stick together, don’t we?” and had beamed when the statement startled a loud laugh out of Dennis.
A little later, they finish eating and move on to cleaning up. Dennis stands at the sink washing the plates because, no matter what tax bracket he finds himself in, nothing will ever convince him to use a dishwasher instead of washing his dishes by hand. Trinity leans against the nearby counter and has claimed the task of drying. Mel has been assigned to play music and is maintaining a steady stream of Megan Thee Stallion tracks for their conversation, which flows easily among the longtime friends.
They veered onto the topic of their families, which was sometimes difficult for the three of them. He thinks it’s something that bonds them and the other two members of their little chaotic quintet as well.
They never talk about Mel’s father. It’s a subject she finds very difficult to discuss and has rarely mentioned him to either Trinity or Dennis, though they know bits and pieces. Mel’s mother got sick and passed away a couple of years ago, after which she became her sister Becca’s primary support. Nowadays, she mostly splits her time between a facility in Queens and Mel’s apartment in Murray Hill.
“Becca is really excited that a group at her facility is going to see Wicked next week. She loves that movie. I think it might actually be her new Elf ,” Mel said, shimmying her shoulders to the music.
'Cause I'm the most sickening, hoes so fucking sick of me
No matter what they do or say, it ain't no getting rid of me
Becca’s love for the movie Elf was a years-long affair. Dennis still remembers fondly just how excited she had been when she was invited to the New York premiere of Reykjavik and got to meet Mary Steenburgen, who played Dennis’ grandmother in the Jack Abbot-led disaster movie. He knows that Becca has a framed picture of them—Mel, Dennis, and her alongside the beaming Oscar winner—in her bedroom at Mel’s apartment.
“See, Huck? If you’d auditioned for one of the flying monkeys, then we’d be one step closer to getting Becca to hang out with Cynthia Erivo,” remarks Trinity, hip-checking him, to which he laughs loudly.
Mel laughs too after a glance from Trinity confirming that she’s making a joke. “Becca would love to meet her. She really loves Cynthia’s nails!”
Trinity’s feelings toward her parents are a twisted, prickly tangle of betrayal and resentment, and he understands entirely where it comes from. The paternal side of her family doesn’t speak to her. To hell with them, he thinks. She’s much closer to her two younger brothers. Mark graduated last year from Columbia and stayed in the city after landing a position on a congresswoman’s staff. He’s the one she sees most often. He fondly remembers when Eddie came out from Chicago last fall to tour colleges and crashed at his place for a couple of nights since Trinity was finishing up promotional work in London for a film project. He sent Trinity a picture of the three of them—Mark, Eddie, and himself sandwiched between the two—on the buttery leather couch in his living room, making use of Mark’s PlayStation that he had brought over from his apartment to play FIFA 23. He proudly proclaimed to her that he was absolutely wiping the floor with the two younger men, much to both of their frustrations.
Trintastic
jesus fucking christ I really do have three little brothers
“We were all talking about Eds maybe coming out before he moves into the dorms. That way he gets to experience some more of the city,” she explains, “Mark’s lease is about to be up and the place he and Chris are going to move into actually has a spare room. He can bounce between there and my place.”
“That’s why you were asking about July, right?” Mel claps and quickly adds, “You have three weeks that are going to be pretty much open, Trin.”
"Tell Eddie Spaghetti that we can do another FIFA tournament. It'll be fun beating him again," Dennis smirks.
"He still hasn't gotten over that, by the way. I keep telling him you grew up a Jesus freak farmer boy and that you aren't even a gamer, but he refuses to believe it."
"I guess I'm just a natural. That probably makes his defeat hurt even more, doesn't it?"
“You're such a little shit," she chuckles as she bops her head to the music, "I'm excited to show that little loser all around town. I’m still trying to convince Max to cut himself some slack and take a vacation during that time too.”
Aye, these hoes don't be mad at Megan
These hoes mad at Megan's Law
I don't really know what the problem is
But I guarantee, y'all don't want me to start
Dennis chuckles, passing Trinity the last plate. “Tell Imrul to help you out with that. Max won’t be able to say no to both the combined efforts of a stubborn Filipina and his hot boyfriend.”
Mel nods in agreement and eagerly adds, “You guys can work together and do what that meme says.” She stops for a moment, pondering, “Maximize your joint slay? Right?”
Trinity looks stunned for a moment before placing the plate and cloth on the counter and reaching over to hug Mel, “Oh my God, Melissa King, I love you,” she states warmly with a chuckle.
Mel closes her eyes and responds to the embrace, her face lit up with a bright smile. “I love you too! And you too, Dennis!”
Dennis chuckles, “Love you too, Mel.”
“What about you, Huckleberry?” Trinity says a bit later, turning the attention to him and pulling Mel along as she follows him to the living room.
Dennis avoids going home whenever possible. He only sees his mother when he’s flying her out to New York, sunny LA, or that one time he pleaded with her to visit him at the Cannes Film Festival. His mother, Hope, had never left Nebraska until she started traveling to see him. Even when Dennis returns to Nebraska, he meets his family in Lincoln or Omaha, now that Benjamin has moved from Broken Bow to the city, and he puts them up in a hotel. His family is always reluctant to accept such extravagance, and during his first attempt to coordinate their meeting in Lincoln, he nearly got into a shouting match with Abraham, his eldest brother.
I like to switch up my style every week
I gotta switch up my hair every day
I ain't no ho, but I do be on go
“Abesy is a bit upset with me right now,” he admits, his mouth twisting a bit as he settles into the celadon jade-colored loveseat. “I’m trying to help them out so they can buy some new tractors and some other new equipment. I’d like them to get some help too; a couple of farmhands would mean he can spend more time with Ruth and his girls.”
Trinity lets out a murmur of acknowledgment from her position lying on the nearby divan. Her legs are propped up in an odd shape that he can’t imagine is comfortable. Gays really can’t sit in chairs, he muses. “And he’s not accepting your help?”
“We got into it last week. I think that’s part of why I was maybe being a dick. I’m sorry about that, by the way, I didn’t mean to be rude to you or anyone else,” he directs that last part to Mel. The blonde had settled on the large central sectional, tucking her legs beneath her.
She nods at his apology but quickly assures him, “I’m okay, Dennis. You weren’t any different than usual. I assure you, you weren’t rude or short with me.”
He nods in acceptance and tugs at the sleeves of his grey knit cardigan. “I just wish he’d let me help out more.”
“You can afford to, just fine,” Mel chimes in helpfully, to which Trin chuckles. “It’s true! And I understand that it’s difficult because you really do want to help from a good place, I know that you’re not trying to lord your money over them.”
“What about Ezekiel?” asks Trinity, referring to his third-eldest brother, who ran the Whitaker family farm alongside Abraham and Isaac.
Dennis shakes his head, “He’s just as stubborn as Abesy is, God, Zeke might even be worse. I tried to see if maybe I could send the money to him instead of Abe, but of course he just ran to tell Abe, so I got another phone call from him.”
He rubs his hand across his face and releases a long, heavy sigh. “I know it must be weird for them. They’re the oldest, the strong, manly family guys, and asking for my help likely bruises their egos."
“Would it help if you talked with Ruth? She’s always seemed sensible,” Mel offers, referring to his oldest brother’s wife.
Trinity is about to respond when her phone buzzes. “Ah, damn, it’s Max,” she says as she unlocks it. “I’ll have to leave soon so we can get everything in order for Colbert tonight.”
Dennis perks up. “Those little chocolate and caramel cookies they have at Colbert are the best.”
With an affectionate roll of her eyes, she replies while standing, "Yeah, yeah, Huck, I’ll grab you a few so you can nibble on them like a mouse.”
“Thanks, Trin.”
Mel adds, “I’ll be there tonight. I just have to go over some paperwork with Whitaker, but I’ll be heading to the studio later.”
Trinity nods before stepping into the kitchen momentarily, then returns wearing her windbreaker. She’s also carrying the other brown paper bag from Cordova’s that held the sandwich she picked up for Max, along with the two extra orders of Cajun-seasoned fries. Trinity does a drive-by of the living room, reaching out to squeeze Mel’s shoulder and ruffle Dennis’ hair, earning her the second squawk of the day. She then makes her way to the door and leaves with a final, "See ya later, losers. Love you!”
God, he loves her.
“What’s this paperwork stuff?” he asks, turning his attention to her. “You hadn’t said anything about that earlier. We were just talking about Kim’s dinner.”
“Oh! About that! I got a text from Nandi. She and Samira will be able to make it. She will be in LA for the premiere of the new Andromeda movie with the rest of the original cast, but that’ll be the night before. Victoria will be filming something in LA for Playing Doubles, so she won’t be able to make it,” Mel says instead. He can tell from her darting eyes that she’s avoiding the topic for as long as she can, “When I’m at the studio tonight, I’ll check with Max and make sure that he and Trinity can be free that evening as well. Then I’ll call the restaurant to make the reservation for all of us.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he says, raising a hand she meets with her own in a solid high five. And the paperwork?”
She cringes slightly but then stands up and says, “Okay, let’s actually do this in the kitchen. Follow me, please.”
He joins her, sitting on a tall cushioned metal stool at the counter that separates his kitchen from the living room. She stands on the opposite side of the counter, with the kitchen behind her. She had seemingly procured her trusty briefcase from somewhere, pulling out a series of folders that she organizes into a stack.
“Where should I start with this?” Mel tilts her head slightly before nodding. “Okay. You’ve already been cast as Sunday in An Untimely End, but there haven’t been any announcements yet as to who’ll be Hadrian.”
Dennis perks up. He hadn’t realized the conversation would be about An Untimely End. “Right. Jesse has been cagey about it whenever I bring it up. He’s only said that he’s working on finalizing the candidates so I can give my input.”
“Correct,” Mel nods, “That was in your contract at both of your insistence. He agreed that he wanted you to be involved in choosing who would play Hadrian since the majority of your scenes will be with him.”
“Did he come up with the final candidates? Is that what this is about?” he ventures.
She looks down at the folders and then back up to him. Instead of answering, she goes to the fridge and pulls out two cans of mineral water, setting the mango-and-pineapple one in front of him before saying, “He’s come up with a final candidate, actually, and he wants you to give your input, but there’s something else.”
He waits a few seconds for her to go on, but she remains silent, her gaze locked on his face. He opens his can but doesn’t drink. “Mel, you’ve got me on the edge of my seat here,” he says, managing a slightly nervous laugh.
She nods. “I know I’m not being very direct. I’m nervous about this, but I’ve already reviewed it with Jesse and Cassie several times, and they’ve agreed. It’s just you now that’s left.”
When he sips his drink and arches a brow at her, she continues, “Okay. What we’re hoping for is that this movie does well and that we can get you another nomination at the Academy Awards. There are a lot of factors that are quite favorable for us, and we think that we might actually be able to get you the win.”
He nods. “I’m following you.”
“We had the idea of having a big name be attached to play Hadrian. Somebody who is very established. When Jesse and Cassie were working on casting, they came up with a name, and he’s pretty perfect. He’s a very good actor, he’s queer, and he’s absolutely a big name,” she lists those qualities off on her fingers, while his mind whirrs, trying to put together the same list that he imagines Jesse and McKay did.
“There’s a slight problem, and it’s that he has a bit of an image issue.” When Dennis’s eyes widen slightly, she’s quick to add, “It’s not anything grievous, I promise you, Dennis. It’s his image. He had a bit of a fall from grace due to issues in his personal life, but he’s already returned to work and has been working steadily. McKay has known him for a while, and she’s the one who initially reached out to his people. That’s when the plan started being formulated.”
“The plan?”
“Yes, the plan.” She nods, “We’re thinking that you and he could pose as a fake couple—a PR relationship, to be clear. You have goodwill in spades, and the industry, the internet, and audiences love you. We’re hoping that being in a relationship with you can help improve his image. We can work on the timeline, but we’d like for it to begin before production starts rolling and continue into awards season.”
Her words leave him dumbstruck, but then she opens the first folder, pulls out a packet of pages, and slides them over to his side of the counter. “This is the contract we've made for the arrangement between you two.”
He stares at the paper, but he can’t bring himself to read it. The words seem to swim before him; he’s just too confused. “You want Hadrian and me to be fake boyfriends?”
“A PR relationship, yes,” Mel nods, “Like back in the Golden Age. Tab Hunter and Natalie Wood. Or Tab Hunter and Debbie Reynolds.”
A laugh is startled out of him at that. “Mel, those women were his beards.”
“Beards? I don’t follow. Natalie Wood didn’t have any facial hair.”
“Tab Hunter was very gay, Mel. The studio put him into PR relationships with women to try and keep the fact that he was gay out of the press. The women were beards; they helped cover up that he was actually queer.
She blinks and frowns for a moment, but her expression livens up. “That won’t be the case here. He’s already out. And so are you. You’ll just be pretending to be together, not to be straight. I would never make you do anything like that, Dennis,” she adds, her tone serious, prompting him to nod in response.
“Still, this sounds fucking insane, Mel.”
She lets out a small sigh but nods in agreement. “I won’t deny that it’s an odd turn of events. I think you understand why we think it’s not the most terrible of ideas, though, right?”
He lets out a sigh of his own. They’re both doing plenty of sighing.
“Yeah, I do understand,” he nods, reaching up and sliding a hand down his face because fucking hell what even is this situation?, he wonders to himself. “He lends the movie some more A-list star power from what I’m gathering, but that won’t do us too much good if his image is an issue and people write him off instantly. I’m going to have a much harder time making it to the finish line if I’m pulling along a dead man.”
She nods, “Yes, you do understand!” When she raises a hand, he pauses for a moment, but he’s not going to leave her hanging, so he connects his palm with hers in a high five. “He’s eager to help you, too, y’know. According to Jesse and McKay, he feels very attached to the story and the role already.”
He startles slightly when he feels her hand grasp his, not having seen her hand move across the countertop's surface. She pauses and tries to pull away her hand, but he stops her and intertwines their fingers. This is how they held hands when she told him he got the part in My Bloody Lover and when he was cast in Michael “You can call me Robby” Robinavitch’s Hades and Kore, and when the brunette actress who was way too perky for it to be 6 AM on the East Coast read aloud his name among the Best Actor nominees two years ago.
“This is up to you, though. If you don’t want to go through with this, then it’s fine. If you want to veto him, Jesse and Cassie will find someone else. If you want him but don’t want to go through with this, I promise that we will be able to navigate that situation as well,” she assures him, and all the while her eyes are unwavering from where they’re locked with his own.
Blue on blue, an ocean of trust shared by two Midwestern kids in a Manhattan skyscraper who made it in Tinseltown together.
He lets out another sigh.
“‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope,’” he breathes out.
Mel frowns slightly. She grew up an atheist. “Is that scripture?”
“It’s Jeremiah 29:11,” he nods with a little laugh, “I don’t know how well that fits in this whole thing, but I believe in myself, and I believe in you, and I believe in us, all of us. And I can believe in this plan too. Let’s do this then.”
She smiles widely at that and squeezes his hand. “This is going to be good, Dennis. I know it will!”
“Okay, enough with the mysteries. Do I get to know who it is then?”
She clears her throat and meets his gaze as she slides the second folder across the green countertop to him. He opens it and finds a picture of a man with blue eyes looking back at him.
“Do you know who Frank Langdon is?”
Movie Updates @MovieUpdates
Per an exclusive with The Hollywood Reporter, Dennis Whitaker has been announced as portraying the co-lead role of Sunday Van der Veijden in Jesse Van Horn’s upcoming film adaptation of his novel ‘An Untimely End to Something So Beautiful’
— @iluvluvtrinitysant0s:
okay oh my god fine i can’t believe you guys are making me read the book for the umpteenth time hehehe
— @tristansepulveda_9:
i am so motherfucking sat
— @cherrypieontheside:
@sandyhardestysurvives jesse van horn + dennis whitaker = me sobbing in the cinema because of ALL OF THE EMOTIONS
— @sandyhardestysurvives:
@cherrypieontheside wait mckay is also adapting the script and she just said in that interview last week that she wants to work with victoria again…do you see the vision?
[black woman gasping with her hands in front of her face and a water bottle on the table in front of her gif]
— @cherrypieontheside:
@sandyhardestysurives WAIT I TOTALLY SEE THE VISION PLEASE CAST VICTORIA AS PENELOPE PLEASE
[cynthia erivo her head with her long nails at the National Board of Review Awards gif]
— @lyndavanderklok:
wait but i am on the edge of my seat now because WHO is going to be hadrian?!
Dennis Whitaker Watch @WhitakerWatch
2-time Oscar nominee Dennis Whitaker has officially been cast in the co-lead role of Sunday Van der Veijden in filmmaker Jesse Van Horn’s upcoming film ‘An Untimely End to Something so Beautiful,’ which he is set to adapt alongside Cassie McKay from his debut bestselling novel, per The Hollywood Reporter
The film will follow Sunday and Hadrian, a couple on the verge of breaking up, who decide to attend a close friend’s weekend-long wedding celebration in The Hamptons together.
— @cutiepatootiesayswhat:
if you haven’t read the book please do and also prepare to be hit with such ANGST and unimaginable HORNINESS
— @samiramohanswife003:
@meetthedeadlinegirl03 dude we are SO BACK
— @meetthedesdlinegirl03:
@samiramohanswife003 we’re all acting shocked as if jesse was ever going to cast anyone but dennis. that little dude is his MUSE
— @samiramohanswife003:
@meetthedeadlinegirl03 jesse when he met dennis for the first time and saw he was a mouse with eyes full of melancholy:
[clip of mainlymannie in costume as the Boss and CEO in a cerulean blazer, pearl necklace, and a fuck-ass bob cheerfuly declaring “you are now one of my elite employees!”]
— @annabelleisoverit:
i can’t wait for how fucking insane twitter is going to become when we see that jerk off scene in the garden. unprecedented levels of feral for sure
— @myeyesarecircles:
dennis if you’re reading this i am free on thursday night. if you would like to hang out i am free on thursday night when i am free to hang out. i am free to hang out on thursday night so if you want to hang out on thursday night i am free
— @halseybadlands34:
i NEED them to secure the rights to dancing on my own with a quickness so i can see dennis shake his hips to that in the scene at the clubbbbb
Dennis Whitaker Watch @DennisWhitakerWatch
Dennis Whitaker has shared a new story on Instagram following the announcement of his casting in ‘The Untimely End to Something Beautiful,’ posting a picture alongside director Jesse Van Horn taken on the set of ‘Bucking Broncos.’
“first i was your farm boy, then i was your oracle, after that, i was your cowboy. and now i’m your favorite day of the week! love you always @jessevanhorn”
[picture taken from whitaker’s insta story featuring dennis and jesse on the set of their tv show 'bucking broncos.’ whitaker is wearing a white cotton shirt with several of the top buttons undone, smiling wide as he has an arm around jesse who is turning away from the camera, instead smiling fondly down at whitaker. the text above is included on the bottom part of the image]
— @imemerywalshswife:
Their creative partnership is going to go down as the stuff of legends. I’m talking Scorsese and De Niro's level of perfect match. I am so ready!!!
— @cassmckaysbangs:
jesse and his little earring…peak bisexual representation
— @rememberingtheandr0meda22:
@cassmckaysbangs did you see that cassie is co-adapting the screenplay with jesse? i’m so excited!
— @cassmckaysbangs:
@rememberingtheandr0meda22: bisexual girlfriend and bisexual boyfriend collaborating on what will be the FILM OF THE CENTURY. also, your handle, are you a forgetting the andromeda fan?
— @rememberingtheandr0meda22: am i an andromeda fan? pull up in the ISA constantinope! I have been in love with samira since she walked onto my screen as scherazahade in that flight suit and her beautiful curls
— @cassmckaysbangs: @rememberingtheandr0meda22 LOLLLL i am following you RIGHT NOW!
— @puttingtheskainnebraska:
farm boy, oracle, cowboy, day of the week, um, how about you be my husband, huh?
— @theroachthatattackedkatya:
@helludasvedishpaypal wait now i can’t stop thinking about dennis licking his hand after you know what happens in the garden oh oh oh ohhhhh
Movie Updates @MovieUpdates
‘An Untimely End to Something So Beautiful’ will mark 2-time Oscar nominee Dennis Whitaker’s fourth collaboration and third film project with filmmaker Jesse Van Horn following:
The Blue-Eyed Boy From Lincoln, Nebraska (2024)
[still from the movie featuring young dennis with his hair combed down over his forehead, smiling up at the camera with a lens flare partially obscuring his face]
Heaven on Earth (2025)
[still from the movie featuring dennis, from the shoulders-up, tears streaming down his cheeks, sweaty-faced and mid-scream]
Bucking Broncos (2026)
[still from the show featuring dennis and co-star flynn carter in a passionate embrace, lit by a nearby campfire]
— @stanleyfrommaryland:
guess who is about to do a rewatch of bucking broncos aka the best fucking television series ever #queercowboysmakemehornyandsad
— @h0tsaucesupremo:
@melindandellion_13 omg did i or did i not tell you this was going to be announced soon?!
[scarlett johansson in ‘marriage story’ smiling and dancing gif]
— @cateblanchettslitcigarette:
okay but what if they cast nolan klein as hadrian, like, i need a my bleeding lover reunion
— @cateblanchettslitcigarette: also yeah i guess that this is how i reveal that i have been a blood bat since forever. that little gay vampire romcom show saved MY LIFE
— @n0lankleinstan99:
@cateblanchettslitcigarette the way we have been moots for like 8 years and you have NEVER brought this up to me?
— @cateblanchettslitcigarette:
@n0lankleinstan99 sometimes when i’m sad i think about dennis being so sassy as billy harkner and making an italian pasta dinner for date night because he’s pissed off with drake and i start laughing so hard #extragarlic
— @n0lankleinstan99:
@cateblanchettslitcigarette that episode is the best. The way drake was COMMITTED to making him happy again, like he had that centuries-old vampire DOWN BAD #extragarlic
— @cateblanchettslitcigarette:
@n0lankleinstan99 pissed the fuck off because his vampire bf didn’t tell him that this is the 5th time they’ve fallen in love because he keeps reincarnating and then DYING so he makes a big italian dinner for date night #extragarlic
[evil slightly metallic purple sonic grinning and combing its hair back]
— @boulderorjustabigrock:
movieupdates posting that horny as fuck shot from bucking broncos w dennis straddling flynn…you and i are very much alike!
[kandi burruss and nene leakes from the season 7 reunion of real housewives of atlanta with subtitles “we see each other” gif]
— @themissingstonesfromgemmasshoes
if you live in cardiff and you heard that sound, don’t worry it was just the SCREAM i let out when i read the news lol