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Friday Night Big Scream

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The too long laces of her converse shoes bounce against the concrete as they walk down the street Zatanna’s arm linked with John’s. The ground’s a little wet the rain ending just in time for Trick or Treating to begin as a thin layer of fog crawls along the ground giving just the right amount of spooky to the crowded streets.

They weave their way through hundreds of other costumed folks, dodging a line of little Power Rangers high on sugar who rush past them.

John and Zatanna come to a stop in front of the Landmark Opera Plaza Cinema, a small local theater she’s always been partial to, the marquee glowing proudly with tonight’s fare.

“Are you sure a movie marathon will satisfy your Halloween needs?” John says dropping her arm to twine their fingers together.

Zatanna smiles up at the marquee then at him. “Absolutely, Dinah and Ollie are out of the country so there’s no party worth our time and I already dragged you to three haunted hayrides this year,” she pauses with a smirk. He just scowls playfully in return; those hayrides were not as family friendly as he was told they would be. He had nightmares dammit, less terrifying than the one’s he usually has, but nightmares all the same. “Our costumes are top notch and their showing three of the finest slasher classics ever to exist. It’s gonna be a nice, easy Halloween.”

John nods his head satisfied with her answer. They step forward about to enter the theater bumping into another couple.

“Sorry, mate,” John says as one of the men looks at them.

“You two look fantastic,” he says as the pair saunters off not even missing a beat.

“Hell yes we do,” Zatanna says with a smile pulling John forward into the theater. She has once again gone all out on their costumes. This year opting to be Grace and Daniel from one of her favorite recent movies Ready or Not, it gave Zatanna an excuse to look damn pretty in white while John looks hot in a brown suit and teal shirt and has an excuse to carry around a whiskey glass all night that she can magically refill.

They give their tickets to the girl dressed as Batgirl in the booth and make their way into the massive theater. They skip the concession line for now, though Zatanna will be needing some popcorn soon enough, and head into screen room four. They’ve gone all out for the night, the lights are all lit up red, the walls covered in fake cobwebs and spiders and everything in between. A few animatronic slashers are set up here and there in the halls and at the edges of the seats.

John and Zatanna pass by screen room three where Freddy Kreuger stands and is having his own marathon, two young girls who look barely old enough to have bought their tickets tonight screaming in delight when he swipes out at them.

Their trilogy of choice isn’t quite as famous as that man of nightmares but it’s Zatanna’s hands down favorite.

The Killer Blade franchise is a blatant mish mash rip-off of Texas Chainsaw and Friday the 13th. The killer, quite obviously, carries a chainsaw in one hand, a machete in the other and sports a scarecrow like mask as he terrorizes young campers in the dead of the southern summer.

They’re corny and ridiculous and only get more so as the films progress, by the third film the killer has blatant healing powers that are never explained and the machete has become molded to his arm in a practical effect that’s essentially just duct tape. The final girl from the first film is portrayed by four different women across the movies, yes that’s right four. They couldn’t even keep one actress around to finish an entire film in the second installment.

They’re not great, but Zatanna has such fond memories of the schlocky 80’s slashers. They were the first horror movies she stayed up way too late to watch and couldn’t take her eyes off of. She remembers dressing up as Star Bradford, the series final girl, the first Halloween she was able to pick out her own costume and a few years later showing Zachary the first film and giving him nightmares for a month.

When she heard they were doing a big screen showing for one night only, she couldn’t think of any other way to spend the night.

Their screening is in the smallest screen room unsurprising considering Killer Blade isn’t exactly as popular as many of the big franchises.

They settle into their seats, unfortunately at the front of the theater. Zatanna hadn’t heard about the showing till it was almost too late snagging two of the last four tickets. She discreetly moves her hand a silent little spell under her breath that moves all the seats back subtly making it so their necks don’t have to crane uncomfortably up at the screen.

They settle in lifting up the armrest between them, John wrapping his arm around Zatanna’s shoulders his fingers softly running over her lace covered collar bone.

The first film breezes by a 90-minute gore fest that Zatanna delights in every second of. It’s been a while since she’s seen the movies, really sat down and watched them full through and she loves it just as much now as she did at 12 years old.

“Well,” Zatanna says slipping out from under John’s hold turning to him excitedly. He’s never seen the movies in their entirety only bits and pieces when he’s popped up and interrupted her viewings. “Incredible right?”

“That’s one word you could use,” John says with a snort.

“Oh, come on,” she says standing up and stretching out grabbing John’s hand and pulling him along with her into the lobby for the fifteen-minute break between the movies. “I heard you laughing at the jokes, even felt you jump a couple times.” She teases pushing open the door to the ladies’ room, John doesn’t even bat an eye as she drags him in along with her.

She steps over to the mirror adjusting her bandolier and fixing up her hair where the braid has loosened a bit from resting against John’s shoulder all movie long. John leans against the wall beside her and shrugs.

“I guess it was pretty fun,” he concedes pushing off the wall and wrapping his arms around her waist. Eyes meeting in the mirror with a small playful smile. Zatanna smiles back continuing to fiddle with her hair.

“I hate to say it, since we’ll never be getting married,” Zatanna says leaning back into John looking at the image they make in the bathroom mirror. “But damn do we look good like a bridal pair.”

John smiles at her pressing his face into her neck. A few other people move behind them clearly unbothered by the couple hogging the bathroom mirror. If the sounds from the second stall are any indication they’re definitely not the only couple in this bathroom anyways.

“A bit of a bloody wedding,” he comments brushing his hand over the blood splatter across her waist, his fingers fiddling with the bandelier of empty shotgun shells across her chest.

“Well if we were to get married, it’s safe to assume there’d be some bloodshed at the ceremony,” she muses.

John hums in agreement trailing his lips along her shoulder his hands moving in directions not appropriate for public viewing.

“And where do you think these are going?” she says lacing her fingers with his stopping his movement in its tracks.

“We can’t let those two have all the fun,” he says gesturing his head back for a beat towards the second stall just as a very loud moan comes from behind the door.

Zatanna chuckles pulling his hands around her tight before pulling them away and twisting to face him.

“I am not fucking you in a movie theater bathroom stall,” she says kissing him once quick on the lips before pulling away and heading for the door. John trails along behind her.

“We’ve done it in worse places,” he grumbles under his breath.

“We have not,” she laughs as they make their way back into the lobby pulling John by his undone bow tie into the concession line. She absolutely needs popcorn for the second movie.

“The basement of that haunted sanitarium in DC was way worse,” John argues.

Zatanna looks up contemplating. “Okay, maybe, but,” she defends. “We thought we were gonna die, dire circumstances makes one forget about germs.” She pauses once they get to the front of the line ordering a large bucket and paying, tossing an extra hundred into the tip jar with a wink to the girl behind the counter. “Also, the second movie starts in about five minutes and we will not be missing it.”

John dips his hand into the popcorn bucket taking a large handful and shoving it into his mouth. “Fine,” he says muffled through the buttery snack.

“Later,” she says with a flirtatious smirk backing into the doors and going back inside the theater. She reaches out running a finger along John’s lower lip licking the remnants of salt and butter off her finger holding his eyes the entire time.

John swallows the last of the mouthful of popcorn hard. “How long are these two left?”

“Three is the longest, just a little over two hours,” she says with glee settling back into her seat tapping John’s whiskey glass to fill it automatically. “Two is another cool 90 minutes. Think you can hold out?”

“I am a man of strong will and great endurance,” he says taking another handful of popcorn, setting his glass aside.

“I mean I don’t know if I’d call the endurance great,” she teases hooking an ankle around his.

“Rude,” John says shoving at her playfully. The lights go down, the movie starting to roll on the screen. “I’ve never heard you complaining.”

“Well now that you mention it,” she chuckles clearly just messing with him.

“I cannot believe you,” he says with a laugh throwing a little bit of popcorn at her. She tosses it back at him just as the production company insignia crawls across the screen.

She shushes him as she settles back in comfortably underneath his arm.

The first twenty minutes are pure trash attempts at being cinema all shot in black and white telling the loose origin of Killer Blade that makes not one ounce of sense and isn’t referenced ever again. Things get really good in Zatanna’s opinion when things go back to color the camp counselors of the second film, including final girl Star, now played by a different actress, who for some reason decides it’s a good idea to help reopen the camp where her friends were all murdered two years prior by a madman with no motive other than to kill that disappeared into the night without a trace.

It’s a rapid ride that she falls into easily forgetting how much time passes watching with rapt attention as if she hasn’t seen it dozens of times before. So of course she notices something wrong with the film in an instant. At first the screen crackles a bit, a passable glitch she brushes off, but then it happens again. This time along with the screen warping unnaturally. She sits up straight, John taking notice their eyes meeting for a beat before returning to the screen.

Zatanna scans the audience as the ground shakes, light bursting out of the screen. No one else seems to notice; all just happily watching the film without a care in the world.

The screen morphs again, Zatanna pushes the popcorn out of her lap her hands at the ready, magic just at her lips. But she’s not quick enough two hands still showing the movie across them reach out grabbing each of them by the neck.

They both fight back John biting at the hand while Zatanna kicks at the one holding onto her. They don’t so much as flinch pulling the both of them in closer and closer to the screen till they’re going straight through it. The sounds of a chainsaw and the blood spatter of the unsuspecting gas station attendant enveloping them.

Everything goes dark for a moment, a scene change, then they’re both being thrust hard onto the ground landing face first into dewy grass. Gone is the just right temperature of the movie theater, replaced now by the warm breeze of a summer evening. The darkness of the theater no longer surrounds them instead the slow burn of a summer sundown.

Zatanna sits up with a groan. “John,” she says shoving at his back, he groans in response slowly lifting himself up. Zatanna looks around the trees swaying in the wind, she shifts the other way and there she sees it the bright red Camp Crystal Arawak sign she currently has a replica of hanging over her big screen tv at home.

“Holy shit,” she says. John twists looking the same way she is.

“Are we-“

“We’re in Killer Blade 2,” she says half in awe that she knows she shouldn’t be feeling. “We’re in Killer Blade 2,” she says again lifting up from the ground, a little more enthusiastic this time. She knows this is probably bad, but she can’t help it.

“Probably not a good thing, love,” John says lifting himself up from the ground trying to reign in her excitement.

“I mean, yeah, probably not. Probably a villain did this to mess with us,” she says eyes looking all around taking in the scenery like she’s never seen it before. “But come on, I mean who hasn’t wanted to live inside their favorite movie?”

“I haven’t,” John says dusting the grass off of his suit.

Zatanna turns giving him an eyeroll over her shoulder. “Well, that’s because your favorite movie is A Clockwork Orange.”

“And your favorite movie is about a man with a machete for a hand,” he shoots back.

“Not until the third one,” she says reaching back. “Come on, the massacre hasn’t started yet, that’ll give us time to figure out how to get out of here.”

“Oh goody the massacre hasn’t started,” John says taking her hand.

They walk under the large arching sign and it’s almost as if the air shifts, the warm summer night giving way to a cooler breeze as if the space knows it’s about to become a wasteland of death. Zatanna points naming out cabins and which characters will perish where as they walk through the campgrounds. Her hand reaching out every now and then to run her fingers along the set she’s memorized every inch of.

A few teens portrayed by twenty and thirty somethings come barreling out of a cabin laughing.

“Shit,” John says trying to pull Zatanna behind one of the cabins so they’re not spotted. He assumes that will just make things more complicated.

“It’s fine they probably can’t see us, they’re scripted they can’t move off of it,” Zatanna says continuing to move forward.

“Hi, y’all!” one of the campers shouts. Zatanna and John freeze in their tracks.

“Or maybe they can go off script,” she swallows turning around. Janet, the films signature slutty girl, is waving at them frantically not a care in the world.

She’ll have cares soon enough when her macabre ending comes because she just can’t resist running off to the woods for one quick blow job with mega jock Brad who will die with his pants at his ankles.

“Hi!” Zatanna waves back a corny smile across her face. She nudges John with her elbow and he joins along a little less effort put into his smile.

“Are y’all lost?” she says that thick southern girl accent she’s putting on mixing with the actresses’ natural valley girl cadence.

“Sort of,” Zatanna says putting on her own little southern twang. John looks at her wide-eyed mouthing a question of what she’s doing. “Roll with it,” she whispers under her breath as Janet makes her way towards them, perky and practically bouncing with every step. Brad and a few of the nameless body count stroll along behind her.

“Oh, no!” she says rushing right at Zatanna giving her a hug not questioning their outfits or the bandolier of shotgun shells she’s wearing. Bless this sweet, horny girl.

“What’s up with the get ups?” Brad asks, at least having a little more sense to question their presence.

“You see we were at a costume party at the old West-Cain cabin on the other side of the lake and it got broken up by the cops,” Zatanna says coming up with a quick story using her knowledge of the movie’s landscape to her advantage. A party occurring prior to the events of the film at the cabin they’ll spend the entire movie trying to get to is a passable excuse for their presence. Especially for this crowd.

“And our ride ran off without us and left us stranded in the woods,” Zatanna continues with an overdramatic rolls of her eyes. “We just started walking and luckily stumbled upon y’all.”

“Well thank goodness you did; those woods get really spooky after dark. Especially after what happened,” Janet says with a shiver. She reaches out grabbing Zatanna’s hand pulling her along not giving any further information. That’s okay Zatanna knows better than her what happened. “I’m Janet and this is my boyfriend Brad.” She says pointing to the blonde walking alongside them. The nameless body count characters have peeled off ahead of them heading towards the dining hall.

“I know,” Zatanna says accidentally, Janet giving her a funny look. “I mean it’s printed on your shirt.” She quickly corrects, Janet looks down at her shirt like she’d forgotten that fact and possibly even forgotten her own name.

“Oh, yeah,” she says with a giggle.

“I’m Zat-” she starts deciding her name might be a little too complicated for this group. “Zee,” she says instead. “Just Zee,” she smiles at Janet throwing a hand over her shoulder. “And this is my boyfriend John.”

John snorts. She never calls him that, it’s what he is technically speaking, but the word never seems to fit for them. “Good to meet you,” he says.

“Ooh,” Janet says shimmying her shoulders. “From jolly old London are we?” she says putting on a god-awful British accent, mixing terribly with the two she’s already battling.

“Liverpool technically.”

“Like the Beatles,” Brad says with a nod of his head slapping his hand down on John’s shoulder with a loud clap. “Cool.”

John just gives Brad a thumbs up and a slightly grimaced smile rubbing at his shoulder as they walk up the steps to the dining hall.

“We’ll get you guys all set up in here,” Janet says dropping Zatanna’s hand and pushing open the double swinging doors. “Anton is the only one with a car, he doesn’t love driving at night, but I’m sure he’d be able to give you two a ride into town. He’s too nice to say no.”

“Oh, that’s not necessary,” Zatanna says emphatically looking over at John. “Truly we can just get a little water and head back out there.” Look for magic signatures, find a portal or some sort of tear they can slip through to get back into their reality. Anton will be a hindrance to that.

“Nonsense,” Janet says dragging them along and introducing them to other counselors in the room. They may be going off script here, but Zatanna can’t help but notice she only gives names to the characters who are given them in the movie.

Anton is happy to help, a do gooder who will lose his head in act three, twirling his keys around with a wink before heading out to his car. Zatanna knows for a fact he will find his tires slashed, the night of terror truly about to begin.

“You two just sit here and drink these,” Janet says settling them at a table. Brad sits two glasses of water in front of them. “I’ll be right back.”

She won’t, if the leer Brad gives her as she walks away is any indication.

“So what’s the costume?” Brad asks turning the chair on the other side of the table backwards and sitting down in front of John.

“It’s from a movie,” John says not going into further detail.

Brads hums. “I don’t watch a lot of those.”

“Ironic,” John says leaning back.

“Yeah, totally,” Brad says absolutely not knowing what the word ironic means. He gets up with a nod jogging over to Janet wrapping his arms around her waist, shoving a hand down the front of her tiny shorts.

“Well that’s subtle,” John says watching them slip out of the side door.

“Yeah they’re about to die,” Zatanna says using her normal voice turning her body towards his. “Look, we’ve got to get a move on and find our way out of here, cause shit is about to hit the fan.”

She lowers her voice leaning into John. “Us being here isn’t affecting the plot all that much, Anton is going to go to his car and find the tires slashed. Then on his way back he’s gonna find Janet and Brad’s bodies. It’s pretty much a non-stop kill fest from there.”

“Let’s try and not be a part of that,” John says getting up from his chair. They make their way to the little backdoor they watched the couple slip out of moments ago when the kitchen door swings open blocking their path.

The walking epidemy of the 1980’s teen dream steps out. He’s got that same curly hair like the boys in Nightmare on Elm Street, rocking a crop top and denim shorts, baseball cap clipped to one of his belt loops. It’s a look she has managed to wrestle John into a few times and it delights her to no end.

“Oh my god, that’s Ray Bronson,” Zatanna says excitedly twisting them away from the door a bit.

“Who?”

“Ray Bronson,” Zatanna says sounding half in love. John tries not to be jealous. “He was a bonafide scream queen in the 80’s and 90’s. His character, CHARLEY, was originally supposed to survive this movie alongside Star, but he was dating Sidney Strode at the time and when she quit the movie he refused to be in the third film so they rewrote the ending.”

She steps away from John lingering near Ray Bronson as he shares high fives and bro hugs with a few other guys in the room. John follows after her.

“You could tell production was mad at him for bailing cause his ending is grisly,” she sighs quietly looking the man up and down.

“How grisly?” John says trying not to get the guy’s attention, keeping his voice low.

“Him and Star get split up and first one of his arms goes through the meat grinder in the cafeteria, he gets away bleeding like crazy. Then he gets his legs chain sawed off and as he crawls away somehow still conscious the killer picks him up and ties his only remaining limb to the back of a truck and does doughnuts in the field till CHARLEY smacks into a tree and basically his whole body explodes. It’s disgusting,” Zatanna says with a delighted grin.

“You look far too happy about that,” John says with a chuckle.

“Don’t get me wrong CHARLEY is dreamy as hell and you root for him in a way you don’t root for anyone but Star cause he’s a genuinely a great horror movie boyfriend, but the FX team goes all out for his big death scene,” she says with a fond nostalgic smile. She can be a real freak sometimes, John loves it.

The front door swings open again and the music swells. Zatanna and John look up finding no plausible source for the music, the generic 80’s pop playing from the radio is gone, the score taking over welcoming its final girl back to the screen.

The room freezes all eyes on her as she makes her way over towards CHARLEY.

“Star 2.0,” Zatanna whispers watching as a tall tanned woman flips her long black hair over her shoulders. Her outfit is different than a lot of the others, the blue and white polo replaced with a red t-shirt sporting the name of the camp, a little white washed denim jacket on top of it. It’s the outfit Zatanna sported for Halloween all those years ago. “She’s not my favorite Star, but she has the best final girl scream. This is so cool.”

John gives her look.

“Okay, potentially extremely dangerous, but also,” she pauses gesturing wildly to their surroundings. “Camp Crystal Arawak. I wanted to go here so bad when I was a kid, I was bummed when I realized it wasn’t a real place.”

“You wanted to come to the murder camp?”

Zatanna just shrugs with a little smile.

“You were a twisted little one, weren’t you?” John says fondly.

“Maybe just a little bit,” she says with a playfully tilt of her head. “Come on, Anton’s about to bust in it’ll be a good distraction for us to get out there and investigate.”

***

Night has fallen completely by the time they slip outside and out on the ridges of the camp not far from Anton’s car Killer Blade is waiting, lurking. Zatanna guides them in the opposite direction, better to avoid the killer for as long as possible.

The woods are quiet, largely carnage free for now as they make their way through the trees. Zatanna snaps her fingers trying and failing to find magic at her fingertips.

“Dammit,” she says a flicker of light coming from her fingers for a second, immediately expunged. “My magic is on the fritz.”

“Same here,” John says tapping at the exposed sigil on his collarbone, it doesn’t even flicker to life for a full second.

They continue walking along looking for some sort of magical energy signature until a rustle comes from the right. They briefly stop, but Zatanna keeps them walking along as if nothing has been heard.

“White guy, pony tail,” Zatanna says under her breath keeping close to John. She watches as he dives behind a tree thinking he’s gone unnoticed.

“There are several of those here,” John murmurs back. Zatanna looks the way of their potential bad guy again, the goatee man sneaking his head out from behind it for a second. For a bad guy capable of something this elaborate he sure is acting like a cartoon villain in the moment.

“That one,” she says inclining her head towards the tree line. “He’s not in the movie,” The man slinks back behind the tree disappearing into the background of the movie.

“You sure?”

“You saw his outfit, all black, long jacket; that’s out of place at a summer camp. Plus I’ve seen these movies a hundred times, I know every detail down to the background actors and he’s not one,” she says stepping towards the tree, John following right behind her.

Zatanna attempts to ready her hands with magic, but it flickers out once again. The man behind the tree snarls when they make eye contact and immediately twists making a run for it.

“No you don’t,” John says chasing after him.

He doesn’t get far, John may smoke a pack a day, but when he’s stubbornly determined enough the man can run. He catches up to the guy tackling him to the ground the two struggling with each other rolling on the grass. Zatanna comes to a stop in front of them watching as John gets the upper hand pushing the man into the grass.

“You cannot hold the demon of illusion!” he shouts ripping his hands into the grass a flickering beam of bright white light coming up through the ground. He sinks his hands into the light disappearing in an instant the light closing up right behind him causing John to fall face first into the grass.

“Fuck!” he shouts his voice lightly muffled by the grass.

“Demon of illusion,” Zatanna says. “I appreciate that demons have just started introducing themselves with job title cards, it really cuts down on the research time.”

“Doesn’t help us get out of here though,” John says getting up from the ground.

“Illusion explains why no one else in the theater reacted when we got sucked in. And it explains why his powers work, but ours don’t he’s in control of the whole thing,” Zatanna puzzles with his reasoning though. “Did we do something to this guy? Did you beat him in a poker game?”

John just shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t think so, of course some of those games are a bit of a blur.”

A piercing scream sounds in the distance.

“Did you hear that?” John says looking up from where he’d been scuffing at the grass the demon had disappeared through.

“The massacre has started,” Zatanna says grabbing John’s hand. “We should head back.”

“We should?” John says incredulously running alongside her.

“The demon probably wants to see us go through it and we can’t do that if we’re just wandering in the empty woods,” Zatanna says increasing her pace. “Plus I kinda want to see it if we’re being honest,” she adds on with an apologetic smile, gritting her teeth.

The screams get louder as they get closer, the whirring sound of a chainsaw slashing through the night air.

Zatanna skids to a stop, John crashing into her back. Her eyes are locked upward and John follows her line of sight. Before them stands a behemoth of a man clad in a white long-sleeved shirt and dark overalls, heavy work boots caked in mud and a lightly burnt scarecrow mask over his face. He sheaths the machete in his right hand into his blood splattered overalls choosing instead to rev his chainsaw back to life.

Zatanna backs up as Killer Blade takes a slow step their way. She and John end up side by side backing up slowly. John reaches out an arm ready to block Zatanna and take this chainsaw for the both of them if he has to.

Zatanna raises her hands, “Kconk siht rellik otni eht eerts!”

Nothing happens. Killer Blade just tilts his head inquisitively at her.

“Shit!” Zatanna says dropping her hands pulling at John’s back. “Not just a glitch, magic definitely doesn’t exist in this world.”

She pushes John down the both of them just narrowly keeping their heads as Killer Blade swipes the chainsaw at them. They take off in a run faster than either of them have ever run heading back in the direction of the cabins.

“I thought the killer had magical powers?” John asks as they run looking over his shoulder. Killer Blade is catching up somehow despite the fact he’s walking at a snail’s pace compared to them. Slasher movie logic hard at work.

Zatanna shakes her head pulling John to the right away from the dining hall. There’s nothing but abandoned dinners in there and within the next few minutes Killer Blade will find his way inside and give Marcie the cook a new haircut. Scalp free. “Not until the third movie and it’s never explained as magic so kind of a grey area anyways.”

She rushes them to cabin 28 pushing at the door that blissfully hasn’t been barricaded yet. Not that the barricade does much good.

Star screams high pitched and perfect for the silver screen; Zatanna screams right back on instinct. John pulls her back the screaming settling down.

“He’s back,” Star shudders pushing past Zatanna and John to pull at the screen door tight as it slaps in the wind.

“We noticed,” John says and CHARLEY gives him a questioning sharp look that John just ignores.

“If we stay put and wait Freddy will be here soon,” Star says pushing a dresser in front of the door. CHARLEY rushes over to help her. God, Zatanna loves her, but she doesn’t utilize a single thing she learned from the first movie for the first two acts.

“Freddy’s not coming and we need to get out of this cabin,” Zatanna says putting her little accent back on. She doesn’t want to bring on questions about her lack of cute little southern accent distracting them. They need to get out of here, they need to find the illusion guy and they need to stay alive. She also knows that Freddy is not coming, the owner of the camp is very, very dead broken into two over a tree stump outside the West-Cain cabin that only Star will reach in the end.

“She’s right,” Anton says. A voice of reason for at least the next five minutes. “We need to get to the phone in the craft cabin.”

It’s broken, not even by the killer, just by poor maintenance. But it is logically where the story goes next. The script finds a way.

A quiet scratching comes from the outside, the metal of a machete running along the jagged wood outside.

Everyone in the cabin freezes for a beat, screaming when the machete pushes through the screen door.

“Out the window!” Zatanna shouts shoving her way to the back. She’s slightly stealing Anton’s final attempted hero moment, but she can’t be bothered. Killer Blade slashes at the door shoving at the dresser blocking his entrance.

She takes a breath cringing a bit before she crashes her elbow through the glass of the back window. She knows for a fact it’s stuck and there’s no time to waste for her and John. John comes up beside her helping clear the shards before hoisting her up and out of it.

He follows her, Star and CHARLEY sliding out behind him. Anton, Zatanna knows is scuffling inside with the killer and he won’t be making it to the window.

“Anton,” CHARLEY shouts about to reach back inside, but Star pulls at him to run.

The craft cabin isn’t too far, but the killer is nice and distracted hacking Anton to bits right now and soon he’ll mow down a line of nameless camp counselors while Star finally re-finds her gumption. They have time and they’ll find two other survivors there.

***

The craft cabin is playing out exactly as it should. The phone doesn’t work, everyone panics and unbeknownst to the characters in the room, they’re the last five standing.

Star meanwhile is quietly finding her strength, building a weapon that will take her further than you’d ever expect out of a shovel from the gardening supplies in the back, loading her pockets with toxic spray paint that will save her life when she and CHARLEY get separated on their way to her salvation.

“We have to get out of here and find that illusion demon fast. He can’t be far, he’ll want to see us get chopped up,” Zatanna says talking to John but watching Star as the music swells her moment of power coming to a head.

“Out there doesn’t seem so safe,” John says ignoring as the room around them descends in to mild chaos. Star announces her plan to run to the West-Cain cabin, but the arguments end quick, CHARLEY taking hold of his girlfriend’s hand, nothing but a sharp pair of scissors as his weapon, as they confidently storm out of the doors.

“We’re running out of time, that was Sidney Strode’s last scene, when Star walks back through that door,” Zatanna says turning to the big green swinging door with the bloodied handprints on it the couple just walked out of. “She’s gonna be Renai Lambert who plays her for the remainder of the film which is only about twenty minutes.”

“What do you think happens to us if the movie ends and we’re still in it?” John wonders.

Zatanna shrugs. “There’s only one ever one final girl in the Killer Blade films,” she says ominously.

“Let’s go then,” John says rushing for the still swinging doors. Faint protests from the remaining survivors huddled in the corner call after them, but they ignore their pleas. They slip around the corner, off to the side away from where the moonlight catches on the killer’s rusty blade.

They make their way back into the tree line, John letting Zatanna be his guide. She knows exactly where the killer will be.

“I have an idea,” she says stopping when they find a patch of well grown earth. She reaches down taking a clump of dirt in hand along with some ivy and flowers. “Magic in our sense doesn’t exist in this universe. It’s born out of myth and humanity that doesn’t exist in this world, but magic of the earth? That exists in nature, in all nature.”

“The green,” John says watching as Zatanna closes her eyes and focuses. The green isn’t an expertise either of them have, but they’ve been friends with Swamp Thing long enough to know a bit to get by. Tracking using the earth is easy if you have the right belief, attitude and intentions. And Zatanna is filled to the brim with all three as their clock starts to run out of time.

John keeps watch as she centers herself the dirt falling through her fingers, the flower and ivy glowing a bit to life. She doesn’t understand the green, she never could she isn’t connected to it in the way people like Alec are, but she knows how to respect it, how to ask for its help in small ways. A tracking spell for a man that’s clearly set them up for a grisly movie worthy demise she believes isn’t asking too much.

The dirt swirls in the air drifting out on the wind like the living thing it is, the flower and ivy following along.

“John,” she says opening her eyes pointing forward. The little bit of earth moves fast in the air and they follow behind it quickly.

The earth leads them right to their target, sporting an evil smirk.

“Your end is near,” he says.

“Nah,” Zatanna says simply rushing at him. She rams at him knocking him into a tree hard. She struggles with him for a moment pressing her knee into his stomach holding him in place. He moves his hands about to pull the same trick he did before, but John’s quick to their side stamping hard down on one of his wrists and grabbing the other hand tight.

“You can’t stop me, you can’t break free,” he spouts. “You wronged me and you’ll pay.”

“We don’t even know you,” John says twisting the wrist in his hand. The demon grits his teeth.

“Of course, just another demon who’s crew you banished to hell. Just another on your laundry list of banishments. Well you won’t forget me now, when you burn in hell you’ll remember my name. You’ll remember the demon of illusion who ended your life through the plot of a silly little human film. You’ll remember Choronz-“

“Are you actually doing a big villain speech right now?” Zatanna says with a sigh cutting him off.

The demon looks taken aback. “I was trying to,” he says angrily.

“You really shouldn’t, it’s very generic of you,” she says angering him further. He blasts a shot of magic at John knocking him back a few feet, using his leverage to kick up at Zatanna. He scrambles upright, but Zatanna is on him once again, swinging a fist that connects right with his jaw. He twists around John landing another hit to the other side of his face. They don’t always need magic to win a fight.

He fights back, or tries to at least, every attempt he makes at waving magic their way they duck, quicker than him. Catching him hard in the gut or the neck or wherever they can reach with every movement.

Zatanna shoves him back to the ground John kicks him hard in the chest, a few times over for good effort and that’s when Zatanna spots it, a burst of light like the one the demon had created in the ground when he disappeared earlier.

“John get him up,” she says and John does so lifting the demon by the collar of his coat. His power might be impressive, but his endurance is not. He clearly relies on his illusions to do all the work and when he tries a different way he loses his grip on even that.

John hits him hard and square in the eye and the crack in the scenery grows, more light pouring out of it. The sounds of thunder rumble in the distance, a crack of lightning too bright and violent to be real. The music swells again, this time some 80’s metal hair band ballad playing.

Zatanna looks up just a John punches the demon hard in the gut again, a slow crawl of words coming down at them. The credits are rolling, their time is up.

She wastes no time tackling both John and the demon through the crack of light. They land hard on the floor, the sticky carpeted stairs of the theater not having the gentle give of the summery grasslands.

The demon tries to scramble away put John pulls him down by his long coat. Zatanna brings her hands at the ready her magic tingling at her fingers, regaining its strength in the world where it belongs.

“Hsinab siht owt-tib wohsedis nomed ot lleh,” she says a wave of burning hot fire leaving her hands and hitting the demon head on as he attempts to knock John with his elbow. The demon goes up in a cloud of burning flames, screaming for a moment before he’s nothing but ash falling to the ground.

John and Zatanna’s eyes meet the two letting out a synchronized breath of relief.

“Ummm,” a voice sounds and Zatanna turns. The credits stop rolling the room going silent, just the blank, confused faces of their fellow movie goers staring at them.

Zatanna bites her lip a forgetting spell at the front of her mind, before her stage presence kicks in bowing to the people with a wave instead.

“Happy Halloween!” she says in a cheery voice nudging John with her foot encouraging him to give the audience a wave as well. He does so, just not quite with the flair she possesses.

They all begin clapping immediately none the wiser that what just happened was real, even if they all still look a little confused what any of it has to do with the movie. It’s Halloween, weird shit happens all the time. She hears a couple near the front whisper to one another about how realistic practical effects have gotten.

“Let’s go home,” Zatanna says pulling John up and hastily down the aisle and out of the theater.

***

Zatanna runs her fingers along the contents of the closet adjacent to her bedroom a tired smile on her lips as she hangs their freshly magically cleaned costumes up alongside the collection of previous years.

She closes the closet door with a flick of her wrist before gliding down the stairs to her recently magically built entertainment center. She’s traded in her lacy dress for an old Killer Blade t-shirt she’s had since high school and some little jack-o-lantern shorts.

“You sure you’re not too disappointed we didn’t finish the trilogy at the theater?” John asks lying flat on his back on the couch a bowl of popcorn resting on his stomach. He tosses a few pieces in the air, only actually catching one in his mouth.

“After the hands-on experience we had tonight a comfortable at home viewing is more than enough,” she says tapping her Camp Crystal Arawak sign before making her way over to him. She picks up the bowl of popcorn just as he grabs another handful once again largely missing his mouth sitting it aside on the floor. She ignores the mess nudging his legs, he gets the message making space for her. She climbs on top of him making herself comfortable against his chest letting her hands drift up under his sleeveless Hellraiser shirt.

John hums bringing one arm around her and reaching into the pocket of his skeleton sweatpants Zatanna bought him earlier in the month for the remote. He presses play the opening title card of Killer Blade 3: The Final Stab splashing onto the screen.

“You enjoyed being in the movie too much,” he says with a smirk tossing the remote on the floor beside the popcorn bowl laying his hand none to discreetly on her pumpkin clad butt.

“I think I enjoyed it the exact appropriate amount,” she says scratching her nails at his sides playfully. He squirms moving his other hand to the small of her back pushing her shirt up dragging his fingers across her skin.

“You reveled in being chased by that psycho,” he says moving his fingers up higher along her spine.

“I didn’t revel, I simply partook with a normal amount of horror fan enthusiasm,” she corrects lifting up her head digging her chin into his chest with a smile. “Now shush,” she says turning her head back to the tv. “I’m watching the movie.”

John chuckles tilting his own head toward the screen, a perfectly timed rumble of thunder sounding just as Killer Blade, now equipped with superpowers and a poorly structured machete hand, takes over the screen. Blissfully just on the big screen this time, right where he belongs.

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 3 months

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It’s all ok buddy :-) got some more if that’s ok?

1: what lantern corp would the duo join? Chris is total joining the blue lantern Corps of hope XD

2: what’s one movie the duo hates? Like can’t believe I spend money on this hate; wants a refund.

3: in relation to above, what’s one video game the duo hates?

4: since we are in the month of valentine days, does the duo give anything to their families & girlfriends?

5: does the duo give each other anything? As a joke, maybe a kiss on the cheek XD

6: what’s your opinion on the character boy thunder? Superman’s sidekick from the newest worlds finest series, I can see him becoming a red hood type of villain for the super family based on the series happening now

Apologies for the delays but your questions are okay with me

1) For sure Chris is Blue as like with most of the Supers he’s filled with Hope for a better future and tomorrow. As for Jake, I think he wield two Lanterns rings akin to Guy Gardner; on his left hand would be Pink/Star Sapphire as He’s Certainly filled with Love for those he cares about and then some while on the right can be Green as he’s certainly inherited his parents’ willpower and courage

2) I’m leaning on either Pixels (the Adam Sandler comedy about aliens using Video game characters to invade the Earth) or Fantastic Four 2015 (the one that takes Marvel’s First Family in a pitch dark reimagining of their origins and coming together as team which would only be matched by Dawn of Justice a year later)

3) Oh that’s easy…Step Right Up Ride to Hell: Retribution.

What’s funny is that Conner honestly tried his damnest not to have Chris get his hands on it from sheer curiosity so Chris had to sneak the game out of Comner’s locked closest on a quiet night to see for himself and Jake. About midway through the game’s story mode, the two were so utterly grossed out by the game, they were about to destroy the disc before Conner found out and an epic chase for that game ensued

4) Boxes of Chocolates, Cards that Tell How much their respective family members or each other are loved by them as accordingly, and for their girlfriends specifically; Chris takes Thara on a galactic flight to the edge of the Milky Way for a good view of the Andromeda galaxy for a picnic while Jake and Meredith visit Bludhaven’s biggest theme park for the whole day, trying out all its roller coasters and other thrill rides

5) Jake would the one giving Chris a platonic best buddy cheek kiss for sure XD

As for their other gifts, besides the aforementioned box of chocolates and cards and after maybe returning from their dates, they’d visit Jake’s place for an all nighter movie marathon, Chris’ choice. They do it nearly every year with the places and marathons switched up, like last year it was at Chris’ place with Jake choosing the movies

6) So far I hadn’t gotten to reading in depth about Boy Thunder just yet for a complete opinion but I kinda bit doubt he’d take a Red Hood like direction should he appear in the present day unless he feels like Clark completely abandoned him

#chris kent #jake grayson #thara ak var #Meredith Robinson #boy thunder #blue lantern #star sapphire #green lantern #valentine's day

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Robot Chicken #58: “Monstourage” | September 21, 2008 - 11:30PM | S03E18

It’s a nice day to disrespect this bad show. First there’s a sketch where a doctor harms himself with a needle while trying to get a kid to take a shot. This involves a Nordberg-in-Naked-Gun esque series of events where he keeps getting more hurt on account of prolonged stumbling. This one has a funny final line, so I’ll let it squeak by even though I didn’t laugh at it.

The next thing is Michael Chicklets in the Shield but he gets summoned to an alternate dimension where he’s mistaken for the Thing in the Fantastic Four movie, making a not-very-sly-or-subtle joke about how the same actor plays both parts. It’s only not lost on me based solely on watching a Comedy Central Fourth of July marathon of some kind that featured promos of Chicklets saying “it’s gonna be a Fantastic Fourth!”. Anyway, this one’s whatever.

There’s one that’s a news story about papa bear raping Golidilocks, and they make a point to say she was 18 and I literally think the writers room thought it excused the rape? They had some woke points to trade in for the Revenge of the Nerds sketch, I guess.

TWO SKETCHES DESCRIBED IN ONE PARAGRAPH: one where a frozen piss ball from an airplane kills the queen of England. There’s a sketch where Balki from Perfect Strangers keeps saying his thing he says to Ludacris. I hated that one, especially. There aren’t a lot of Perfect Strangers sketches out there, but whenever I see one it’s always purely about the one or two catchphrases from the show, or it’s just a kitschy reference used to reskin a garden-variety comedy sketch about showbiz hasbeens.

The final sketch is Watership Fraggle, which is a parody of Watership Down but with the Fraggles. Unimpressive, but not completely bad. I could have sworn I covered this sketch elsewhere, but I can’t find any evidence of this having appeared in any other episode. I guess I just straight-up watched this sketch on television? Very weird thing for me to do. Anyway, this one’s also bad. But what else is new. Everything is bad. Even the stuff I like is bad. Okay, bye.

EPHEMERA CORNER:

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MAIL BAG:

Referencing the Tarzan Likes Boobies sketch from last week's Robot Chicken:

Bit of a late response, but fun fact about that last Robot Chicken Episode, the Tarzan sketch has the most views on Youtube out of every robot chicken sketch, over 23 million views. Also I'm pretty sure after 11 seasons they finally cancelled it, it's listed as 'complete series' on itunes.

Was not aware it was no longer in production! Weird! I was under the impression that it was still wildly popular, as a way to insult me personally. I also checked YouTube to confirm that yes, indeed, that IS the most-viewed sketch. Would never have imagined that in a million years.

Elaine Benes: Ed Begley....JUNIOAAAARRRRRR

Still a step up from Brad Hall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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INFP 5w4: Personality Breakdown

The INFP 5w4 is a human dichotomy of scholar and dreamer that creates a fascinating, albeit slightly perplexing, personality cocktail.

They’re the kind who’d lose themselves in a hefty tome of ancient philosophy, and yet can also be found spinning intricate daydreams about rescuing dragons from vile knights.

This type is introspective, creative, and driven by a desire for knowledge on one hand, and a thirst for meaningful connection and self-expression on the other.

As an INFP – the “Mediator” in the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator – they naturally gravitate towards idealism, creativity, and seeing the best in people.

But hold on, these people are not just about feelings and sunshine. We have a 5w4 in the Enneagram system skulking in the backdrop.

As a 5w4, they’re introspective, love to analyze (probably overanalyze), and have a keen quest for knowledge.

Mingle the INFP’s empathy with the 5w4’s introspection, and voila, you have the INFP 5w4: a Hogwarts Ravenclaw who has a secret stash of heartwarming Hallmark cards.

INFP 5w4 in a Nutshell

Strengths: Empathetic, Analytical, Creative.

Weaknesses: Overthinker, Isolated, Idealistic.

Soulmate: A person who can match their intellectual curiosity while giving them space and nurturing their sensitive side.

Guidance: Don’t forget to pop out of your introspective bubble and join the rest of us in the chaos occasionally. It’s quite fun, I promise.

What Is The INFP 5w4 Like?

You know how INFPs are, right?

The dreamy-eyed eccentrics of the MBTI world who’ve probably written five unpublished novels and have a weird obsession with collecting vintage teacups.

INFPs are introspective, creative, and have an uncanny knack for finding beauty in the bleak.

Now, over to the 5w4 Enneagram type. This is your quintessential “mad scientist” or the brooding poet in a dank attic.

Fives are intensely curious, forever diving into new hobbies – mostly of the nerdy variety – and they’re as private as a hermit crab.

The Four-wing adds a dash of creativity and a heaping spoonful of emotional intensity.

Now, mix the mystical INFP with the quirky 5w4 and you’ve got yourself an ethereal chimera – half dreamy idealist, half reclusive scholar.

An INFP 5w4 is like a fairy living in a library, fluttering between tomes of ancient wisdom and daydreaming about alternate universes.

They’re the ones you’ll find philosophizing at a party instead of playing beer pong.

They’re a pair of contradictory forces, yin and yang of introspection and creativity. Oh, and they’re probably still waiting for their Hogwarts letter.

What Are the Main Traits of the INFP 5w4 Personality?

INFP 5w4 Strengths

Ultra-Creative

Authentic

Abstract-Thinking

Empathetic

Idealistic

INFP 5w4 Struggles

Oversensitive

Can be Disorganized

Overthinking

Unrealistic

Reserved

As an INFP 5w4, you’re a walking talking creativity factory, and that’s fantastic because this world could really use a touch of color.

Plus, with your empathy level cranked up to 11, you’re practically an emotional GPS for your friends – you cry when they cry, and you laugh when they… well, stub their toe.

You’re as authentic as a Gucci purse in a Milanese boutique but your ideals are occasionally more suited to a Disney movie than real life.

And let’s not forget, you’re an introverted party animal who sometimes forgets that socializing doesn’t equal inviting five cats over for a Netflix binge.

Not to mention, your intricate mental world could really use a Marie Kondo session… or ten.

Your tendency to overthink can cause an existential crisis about what brand of cereal to buy and taking action is like running a marathon in flip flops.

So, while your strengths make you the empathetic, idealist, creative powerhouse that you are, your weaknesses can sometimes throw more spanners in the works than a clumsy mechanic.

But hey, nobody’s perfect – and if they were, I’d have nothing to write about.

What Sets INFP 5w4s Apart From Other INFP Types?

The Intellectual Lovechild of Isolation

INFP 5w4s are like the typical INFPs- except they’ve been spending a little too much time in the library.

They’re the nerds on steroids of the MBTI world, solving complex equations in their heads while passionately arguing about the emotional depth of a Nirvana song.

What a weird, thrilling combo, right?

This bunch is drawn towards knowledge and understanding that they are often lost in their little intellectual bubble.

Other INFP types? They’re busy frolicking through the fields of feelings, not as consumed by the endless pursuit of wisdom.

The Loner versus the Social Butterfly

Every INFP likes a bit of alone time, sure. But our INFP 5w4 pals take this whole idea of “me time” to a new level.

They’re the embodiment of “alone but not lonely.”

In fact, they often prefer solitude to social gatherings to recharge and ponder over life’s mysteries.

This differs from other INFPs who still enjoy the occasional boogie on the dance floor or a heart-to-heart with friends.

Your Personal Sherlock Holmes

INFP 5w4s have a unique knack for observation that would totally win them a round of “I spy with my little eye.”

They’re detail-oriented and have an uncanny ability to catch the nuances missed by other INFP types.

These guys could probably deduce your favorite childhood toy from a brief conversation.

It’s all fun and games until they start guessing your passwords.

Unlike other INFPs, who operate more on vibes and feelings, these detective-wannabes tend to base their analysis on the cold, hard facts.

What Are The Major Fears and Desires of the INFP 5w4?

Fears

Being overwhelmed by the world and its demands.

Being seen as incapable or incompetent.

Being too exposed or vulnerable.

Becoming useless, redundant, or irrelevant.

Losing their cherished independence.

Having their thoughts and feelings invalidated.

Being misunderstood or misinterpreted.

Desires

To possess a profound understanding of the world around them.

To be seen as insightful and capable.

To express their unique individuality without fear.

To create lasting, meaningful impact in their chosen arena.

To maintain their independence and personal autonomy.

To communicate their thoughts and feelings accurately.

To be fully understood and accepted.

Now for the juicy part. These fears and desires are like the rudder of the INFP 5w4’s ship, steering them through the stormy seas of life.

Their fear of becoming obsolete, for instance, might make them the Hermione Granger of their friend group, constantly hoarding knowledge like a dragon with gold.

On the flip side, their desire to express their unique individuality might make them the Picasso of their era, creating art that’s as eccentric as their Aunt Edna’s holiday fruitcake.

In essence, these fears and desires push our INFP 5w4 to seek out knowledge and understanding while maintaining their precious autonomy.

How Do I Know If I’m An INFP 5w4?

Here’s how to figure out if you’re an INFP 5w4 or if you’ve just been watching too many moody indie movies lately.

Questions to Ask Yourself

Do I daydream about saving the world, but get anxious at the thought of a group meeting?

If you’re an INFP 5w4, you’ve got big dreams and a little bit of social anxiety. You’re the superhero that’s just too introverted to leave the house.

Am I a philosopher in skinny jeans?

Deep thoughts? Check. Trendy outfits? Check. INFP 5w4s are like the existential hipsters of the personality world.

Do I love humanity but kind of hate people?

This might sound like a contradiction, but INFP 5w4s are the type to dream of world peace while having a ‘no visitors’ sign on their door.

Do I feel misunderstood or am I just listening to too much Billie Eilish?

INFP 5w4 types often feel misunderstood. Or maybe it’s just too many moody tunes.

Do I enjoy solitude or am I just allergic to drama?

For INFP 5w4s, a quiet night with a good book often trumps a night out on the town.

Key Signs and Behavior Patterns

Deep Diver

You’re not afraid to dive deep into your own emotions. You probably know yourself better than you know your Netflix password.

Solo Artist

You prefer a solo stakeout in the corner of a coffee shop rather than a buzzing social event. And let’s face it, your alone time is anything but lonely.

Creative Soul

You’ve got more creativity in your pinky finger than most people have in their whole body. You’re the Da Vinci of daydreams.

Sensitive Sage

Sure, you are sensitive, but also wise beyond your years. You’re like a fortune cookie wrapped in a wool knit sweater.

Idealistic Introvert

You have big dreams for a world you’d rather observe from a distance. You’re basically an introverted superhero.

Philosophy Fanatic

You could be fascinated by everything from Star Wars theories to the meaning of life. It’s all about the big picture for you, even if that picture includes lightsabers.

Drama-Dodger

Despite your emotional depth, you try to avoid drama like it’s the last slice of pizza at a party. You’ve got enough going on in your own head, thank you very much!

What’s The INFP 5w4 Man Like?

Daydreaming Dynamo

Hold on to your hats, because a male INFP 5w4 is about to take you on a 4D roller coaster ride through his imagination.

These guys are like the Lovechild of Picasso and Tolkien, with an imagination that’s so rich, it makes Warren Buffet blush.

They’re also world-class daydreamers, doing anything from fighting intergalactic wars to being the last human savior – all while waiting for their morning coffee to brew.

Emotionally Intense Introverts

Our INFP pals are like adorable little hermit crabs – they retreat into their shells at the slightest hint of conflict.

They’ve got emotions as profound as the Mariana Trench, and they feel everything intensely.

This emotional depth can make them seem a bit moody or aloof, but in reality, they’re just having a heart-to-heart chat with their own feelings.

Seekers of Significance

INFP 5w4 dudes are a bit like Indiana Jones on a relentless quest for significance in their lives.

They want to do something meaningful, not just pay the bills or master the art of microwave cooking.

Don’t be surprised if they change careers or hobbies more often than Taylor Swift drops a new album – they’re not flaky, they’re just constantly looking for their ‘grand purpose’ plot twist.

What’s The INFP 5w4 Woman Like?

The “Who, Me?” Complex

These ladies could seriously win an Oscar for their portrayal of “Innocent Bystander” in any conflict.

They’re peacemakers to the core, so if you ever find yourself in a squabble with an INFP 5w4, there’ll be more shoulder shrugs than at a chiropractic convention.

They’re as non-confrontational as a goldfish in a fishbowl.

Sensitive Nooks and Crannies

Picture an English muffin – they’re all soft with loads of warm, tender insides, right? That’s your INFP 5w4 gal.

They feel feelings on a level that Dante didn’t even get to in “Inferno”.

But hey, at least their emotional depth makes them a hit at poetry slams and indie music festivals.

Curious Cats

They love to learn, research, and probe the depths of whatever interests them.

Whether it’s the mating habits of snails or the life cycle of a star, you bet they’ll have a seven-book series ready to recommend.

They’re like the Hermione Granger of reality – but with less magic and more melancholy.

INFP 5w4s In Relationships & Compatibility

Dating an INFP 5w4? Sweet baby Jesus, you’re in for a ride.

This rare personality combo is an intriguing blend of introspective philosophers and passionate idealists.

Charmingly elusive, they have loads of deep thoughts, feelings, and wow, what a wall of solitude when they need alone time.

MBTI Matches

ENFJ: You know how magnets work, right? The strong, extroverted ENFJ blends beautifully with the introverted, dreamy INFP. Sparks fly, just like a Nicholas Sparks movie, but without the inevitable tragedy.

INFJ: Imagine two psychic unicorns reading each other’s minds. Yeah, that’s the INFP-INFJ combo. Lots of beautiful understandings and bonding over shared idealism.

ENFP: Pair the INFP 5w4 with the slightly more outgoing and extroverted ENFP, and you get “Party in the front, introspection in the back” – kind of a personality mullet.

Enneagram Matches

4w5: The INFP 5w4 and 4w5 are like two peas in a misunderstood, individualistic pod. They understand each other’s need for authenticity and solitude, basically the “you get me” kind of relationship.

9w1: This combo is like a hammock on a lazy afternoon, peaceful yet deeply meaningful. The 9w1’s calm demeanor beautifully balances the intensity of the INFP 5w4.

6w5: The 6w5 brings a level of loyalty and security that the INFP 5w4 deeply appreciates. It’s like having a home security system, but it understands your fears and validates your feelings.

Tips for Interacting with INFP 5w4s

Understand the Space-time Continuum: INFP 5w4s need their solitude like sourdough needs a good rise. Give them their space, and they’ll be all yours when they emerge from their introspective cocoon.

Dig Deep: Skip the weather chat – it’s the intellectual and emotional deep-sea diving they crave. Ask them about their dreams or favorite Russian novel, and boom! You’re on their favorite-people list.

Patience, Young Grasshopper: With an INFP 5w4, relationships are a slow dance, not a rave. Give it time. Remember slow burns create the most enduring heat. It’s like making a good Bolognese.

Best Careers For The INFP 5w4

Key Skills

Communication

Creativity

Problem-Solving

Critical Thinking

Teamwork

Best Jobs

Counseling/Psychology

Writing and Editing

Teaching and Education

Art and Design

Environmental Science

The INFP 5w4 personality type is well-suited to careers that leverage their empathy, creativity, and desire for deep understanding.

Key fields include Counseling/Psychology, where their strong communication and problem-solving skills can help others navigate their emotions.

Writing and Editing, which allows them to express their creativity and critical thinking.

Teaching and Education, where they can influence others positively and satisfy their love for lifelong learning.

Art and Design, which provides an outlet for their creativity and individuality.

Environmental Science, where they can make a difference by preserving the environment.

These careers also benefit from their ability to work well in teams, adapt to new situations, and think critically to solve problems.

Final Thoughts

And there you have it, the elusive INFP 5w4, a rare combo of dreamy introverts and analytical observers.

They’re a medley of sunset gazing from a window while simultaneously dissecting the meaning of life – fascinating, right?

Remember, folks, knowing your personality type isn’t just a party trick.

It’s the key to understanding why you can’t help but ponder existence while everyone else is doing the Macarena.

Boom! Personal growth and healthier relationships, here you come.

Official post by Joanne at Sacred Joanne

https://sacredjoanne.com/infp-5w4-personality/

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500 Followers Event Failed Fic 3

A Sabo failed fic, again, I still like the premise, but I just didn't like it.

Sabo smiled at you as the two of you set up the tents around the fire pit. You, Sabo, Ace, and Luffy had been going on camping trips together for years, ever since you had met as children on two separate camping trips, your parents and their Grandfather learning that you both lived in the same city and that you even went to the same school as Ace and Sabo, just one year younger. During the first camping trip, the four of you had become fast friends, agreeing to never go on another camping trip without the others ever again. Of course, your friendship didn’t stop at the camping trips, soon starting to walk home with the boys, going to the arcade or the mall on weekends, staying the night after a movie marathon, and of course, them coming over to your house to raid your fridge when their guardian didn’t want to feed them more.

“Hey, uh, Y/N?” Sabo asked as he finished setting up one of the tents, neither Ace nor Luffy back from their own tasks yet.

“What’s up?” you replied, looking over at him as you finished up your own, standing up and dusting your legs off before looking over at the blond.

“I uh… wanted to ask you if-”

“Sabo! Y/N! Look at the fish I caught!” Luffy’s voice cried as he ran towards you, a large fish in tow.

“Nice! But did you also catch enough for everyone else to eat?” you asked with a laugh, knowing how much the boys ate.

“Don’t worry, I have them right here.” Ace called out from behind his little brother, a couple more large fish in his hands. You smiled before looking back at Sabo.

“What were you saying again?” you asked, your attention turned back to the blond.

“It… it’s nothing, just uh… if you’d help me with roasting marshmallows later, you always seem to do a better job than I do.” Sabo said, fidgeting nervously. You tilted your head to the side in confusion but nodded anyway.

“Uh, sure. No problem.” you said as Ace and Luffy got the fish ready to cook.

With a slight groan and a stretch, you stepped out of your tent and into the morning sunlight, a large smile on your lips as you spotted Sabo, already awake and starting in on breakfast, knowing how Luffy and Ace would likely complain if breakfast wasn’t ready when they first woke up.

“Y/N! I’m glad to see you’re awake. Did you sleep well?” Sabo asked, giving you a bright smile.

“Very, thanks. How about yourself?” you asked, sitting down in front of the fire, smiling at the blond.

“Great, I had a fantastic dream.” Sabo said, looking away in an attempt to hide his blush.

“Oh? What about?” you asked, leaning forward slightly.

“W-well, you were in it, we were uh, we were stargazing and-”

“Hey Sabo, is breakfast ready yet?” Ace asked, his sleepy face peeking out of his tent, interrupting his brother. Sabo glared at Ace, his grip on the pan tightening.

“No, Ace.” Sabo ground out irritably, “Just need to beat yo-… ahem, beat the eggs, scramble them and it’ll be ready.” Ace nodded and withdrew back into his tent to get ready.

“You were talking about your dream?” you asked, turning back towards Sabo who was rubbing his temples with one hand while getting the eggs ready with the other.

“Oh, uh, I can’t remember anymore.” Sabo lied, giving another nervous laugh before looking down towards what he was doing. Luffy and Ace were up and out of their tents a short while later, devouring just about everything in sight, making you laugh as you watched, a ‘small’ plate of food in front of you.

Sabo took a deep breath as Ace and Luffy walked off to find more firewood after their current supply ‘mysteriously’ disappeared.

“So, Y/N, since Ace and Luffy are gone and should be gone for a little while, I’ve been meaning to ask for a while now if-”

“Y/N! SABO! You’ve gotta see the huge amount of berries we found! Ace is grabbing a few right now!” Luffy shouted excitedly.

“For the love of, fine!” Sabo growled, quickly and harshly grabbing a few large bowls before following his little brother, while you stayed behind to watch the camp.

You sat next to Sabo in front of the fire, the young man watching the flames.

“Oh! Y/N, you’re still awake?” Sabo asked in surprise.

“Couldn’t sleep… I… couldn’t stop thinking.” you said, looking into the flames as you took a deep breath.

“What about?” Sabo asked, head tilted to the side. Usually you were able to fall asleep pretty quickly when you were out camping, so the fact that you couldn’t sleep was strange.

“I was thinking… about you.” you said, voice just above a whisper, cheeks beginning to burn slightly.

“R-really? What about me?” Sabo asked, hoping he didn’t sound too eager.

“I was thinking about how… how much I like being with you, just… just the two of us. How I want to feel this way more often.” you smiled up at him a little nervously, “Sabo, I really like you, I was wondering if, maybe after we get back, once Ace and Luffy aren’t around, maybe we could go out… on a date?” you asked hesitantly, nervously looking up at him. Sabo’s jaw dropped as he stared at you, he’d been sitting here, trying to confess to you, and you’d beat him to it.

“You have no idea how much I would love that.” Sabo said, reaching up and cupping your cheek.

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ayodya-mga2023mi3459 · 5 months

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Week 5 - Imagination and Observation

Ah, this week was all about unleashing our imagination and sharpening our observation skills. Let me tell you, the advantages of these two superpowers are out of this world, from my point of view. It's like having a secret weapon in the creative realm. Imagination helps us dream up wild and wonderful ideas, while observation allows us to notice the tiniest details that others might miss. Together, they make us unstoppable forces of creativity. It's like having a pair of magical goggles that reveal hidden treasures in the world around us.

Alright, buckle up, because it's time to dive into the world of assignments. Brace yourself for some serious brain gymnastics, because this week, we had not one, not two, but a whopping seven assessments to conquer. Can you believe it? It's like a marathon of knowledge and creativity.

Let me spill the tea on the first assessment. We were tasked with diving deep into the mesmerizing world of art and studying Henri Matisse's masterpiece, "The Conversation." But here's the twist - we had to channel our inner storytellers and develop a narration for this incredible painting. It was like putting ourselves in the shoes of the characters and imagining what they might be saying to each other. Talk about art coming to life. It was a challenge, but oh, so fascinating.

Here's my narration for that.

Alright, time to groove into assessment number two. So, picture this during the lectures, we were treated to not one, not two, but four funky audio tracks. And guess what? We had to bust out our sketching skills and create our own unique style of rhythm on paper. It was like dancing with our pencils, creating visual beats that matched the music.

Oh, hold onto your seats, my friend, because assessment number three is about to blow your mind. We dove headfirst into the whimsical world of Emily Cohl's "Fantasmagorie" animation. Our mission? To unravel the secrets of unique transitions within the animation and sketch out a pattern of mind-boggling object to object transformations. It was like witnessing magic unfold right before our eyes. We were like visual wizards, conjuring up fantastical sequences that would make anyone's jaw drop.

Alrighty, brace yourself for assessment number four. We embarked on a wild adventure through the land of hair-care and beverage commercials. Our task was to watch and study these ads like Sherlock Holmes on a caffeine fuelled investigation. We had to spot all the clichés lurking in these commercials and make a list longer than Rapunzel's hair. But here's the best part , we got to flex our creative muscles and come up with our own genius ideas for hair care and beverage advertisements, all while avoiding those predictable clichés.

Oh, now assessment number five, This one was a real adventure in people-watching. We were paired up and tasked with becoming undercover detectives, observing the fascinating characters around us, and documenting their quirks and stories. It was like being a secret agent of storytelling, creating narratives that would make even the best authors jealous.

Haha, I and my partner, Anya had quite the undercover operation. First, we two embarked on a mission to Keels, the ultimate people-watching spot. we waited there for what felt like an eternity, observing folks left and right. The staff probably caught onto our sneaky stares, making it feel like we were committing a crime just by leaving without buying anything. But fear not, Anya came to the rescue and grabbed some random snacks, while I opted for a packet of cookies to maintain our secret agent status. Smooth moves, I guess. Then, it was time for a caffeine-filled pit stop at The Fab cafe. We savoured our coffee while keeping a watchful eye on the intriguing individuals passing by. It was like being in our own little spy movie, but with the added bonus of delicious java. And of course, our adventure wouldn't be complete without a trip to MC. We explored the shops, feeling the pressure to make a purchase to avoid suspicion. So, I and Anya snagged some cute keychains to keep our cover intact. But hey, the side eyes you received were just a testament to your top-notch observation skills! Mission accomplished.

After observing all those intriguing characters, I and Anya put our detective hats back on and summarized everything we learned about them. Anya got to work, sketching their images with artistic finesse, while I put my thinking cap on and brainstormed ideas. Three ideas floated through my mind, but like a true duo, I and Anya decided to go with the last one. And oh boy, did it pay off! With our chosen idea as our guide, we two crafted a captivating narration that tied all the pieces together. It was like the perfect puzzle, each character fitting into the story seamlessly. Our collaboration was a true masterpiece. It's amazing what can happen when creative minds come together.

So here's the final narration we developed.

Ah, the notorious Assessment 6, the ultimate challenge that put my writing skills to the test. We were tasked with crafting an essay that not only captured our experiences throughout the week but also incorporated all the previous assessments and our learning outcomes. It was basically to talk about a multitasking masterpiece.

OMG, Assessment 7 was seriously the best. We got to play with clay and let our imaginations run wild. I was just shaping random shapes without even thinking, and then our lecturer dropped the bombshell, we had to create a story based on our creation. But here's the catch, I couldn't even name the thing I made. So, after some serious brainstorming, I turned it into a gravestone. I mean, who knew that random shapes could turn into tombstones, right?

Okay here comes the biggest challenge I had. It was a real brain teaser trying to come up with a story based on a tombstone. I mean, what else could I do, right? So, I went all out and decided to go for the classic plot twist: someone had to meet their untimely demise in the story. And who better than a ghost to make things even more interesting? So, I crafted a story between two men, one being a human and the other a ghost. It was like a supernatural romance story. Ohh I had a little poem to the end of my story as well.

And like that, week 5 came to and end...

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It's NEVER "too late" to start on your dreams! DO NOT GIVE UP!!

🦸🏻‍♀️🦸🏻‍♂️ Stan Lee -

Created his 1st hit comic, "The Fantastic Four," right before his 39th birthday, in 1961. He then created so many more wonderful movies/shows and became an American cultural icon.

🍗👨🏻‍🍳 Colonel Harland Sanders –

Established the Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) restaurant chain at age 65; nine years and 600 franchises later, he sold his share for millions.

📖📺 Laura Ingalls Wilder –

Began writing “Little House on the Prairie�� at age 65; later it became a beloved television series.

🏃🏻‍♀️ Harriette Thompson –

A cancer survivor who ran her 1st marathon at the age of 76, and then at 91 years old, completed her 15th marathon, becoming the second-oldest marathon runner in the U.S. history!

#inspiration #inspo #inspiring words

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the-nightly-film · 11 months

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Memorial Day Marathon Wrap Up

Ranked from favorite to least favorite*

1. A.I. Artificial Intelligence (2001)- twenty-four hours and two other movies later it's still on my mind.

2. Ready Player One (2018)- this was a fantastic example of how CGI can also be art and not just a cheap replacement for practical effects

3. The Fifth Element (1997)- I really enjoyed how kind and likeable Bruce Willis' character was. He could have been your standard macho action hero, but Willis brought a nice depth that fit in well with the world of the film.

4. Galaxy Quest (1999)- Just a lot of fun. I loved how appreciative it was towards the fans & nerds overall.

5. Minority Report (2002)- I did like this movie, but it just didn't move me the way some of the others did.

I have a long weekend for July 4th so I'd like to do another marathon then! Since I don't intend for this blog to be ALL sci-fi, I'll try to pick a different theme to stick with.

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Planning the perfect pre-wedding slumber party

Before you feel anxious about choosing the best wedding venues in England, you only need a family party with your girlfriends. And especially if your wedding is only a few weeks away, an evening full of laughing, fun games, a movie marathon, and some revelations with your bridesmaids s precisely what you need. So, put your wedding stress aside and plan some cute and innovative vibe ideas that will make your slumber party before your wedding memorable.

Here are four things every bride-to-be should do to set a goal for a slumber party with bridesmaids.

Right location

Why not host your pre-wedding slumber party at your Braintree wedding venue instead of at your home?? We have the accommodations you have to make a weekend of it here at Prested Hall weddings. Two-day weddings are a growing trend among married couples in the UK, and we don't blame people for wanting to keep the party going.

Our night packages are ideal for brides and grooms who want to start their wedding celebrations earlier. Our Braintree wedding venue offer luxury accommodations for pre-wedding slumber parties, allowing couples to wake up at the forum during their wedding.

2. Make a big deal out of it.

The average wedding contains several festivities and rituals; therefore, why not add to it by making your pre-wedding slumber party an occasion? Invest in matching gowns and other personalized jewelry to treat yourself and your bridesmaids.

You can even wear this jewelry on your wedding day, which will make for some fantastic photos.

3.Pamper yourself

A night in would be incomplete without some face masks. Your pre-wedding sleepover is the ideal time to indulge in some well-deserved pampering. Stock up on beauty services and apply them together. You will all look and feel like millionaires on your wedding day. Want to start taking your pampering to the next level? As the best wedding venues in England, consider inviting a massage therapist over.

If you look for local trip massage therapists, you will find that their rates are precisely equivalent and sometimes even less expensive than those charged by your favorite spas. The best part is that you can relax in the comfort of your home, and when the massage is finished, you can go straight to sleep instead of tensing up again on the way home.

4. Do what you enjoy

Relish a movie night throughout your pre-wedding slumber party if you are a movie buff. If you prefer music, have a dance party with your bridesmaids to blow off a few heats before your big day. Remember, when making plans for your slumber party, it's all about you.

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servercrocus39 · 2 years

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What Does The Stairmaster Work

Endurance athlete in the midst of marathon coaching vs. a 225 lb. Bodybuilder recovering from a heavy resistance-training session are quite completely different. If you don’t feel like consuming, you possibly can go with liquid vitamin. In truth, one study compared what occurs when people drink skim milk somewhat than entire milk after training. These levels are simply reached when you eat a combined meal or drink Super Shake a couple of hours before and after training. Plus, with mixed meals, your levels ought to keep at this price for about four hours after consumption. The Best Choice Products Aerobic Step comes out on high in phrases of value and overall value, allowing you to take pleasure in a fantastic workout at home on a finances. Rated for 550 pounds of weight, this step is sturdy and light-weight. It’s made for each indoor and out of doors use, so you'll be able to all the time take it on the go if you’re craving a sweat session in the park. In terms of drawbacks, the largest one is its inability to handle heavy impacts. If you’re doing plyometrics and have a high vertical, you may be better off with a unique platform.

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#fantastic four #Johnny Storm #marvel #doodle #fan art #i still enjoy the first movie a lot #don’t @ me #friend and I marathon all three movies and it was great

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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For Tom x

Pairing: Tom Holland x singer!reader

Summary: You have a surprise for Tom:)

Warnings: none, just pure teeth rotting Fluff:)

A/n: Hello my loves! This is literally a rewrite because I accidentally deleted the original version of this story on Tumblr RIGHT before I was gonna post it😭 Anyway here it is, I hope you all like it! Ally x

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Your giggles filled the hallway as you lead Tom into your makeshift studio. Since you were quarantining with him and his mates in their shared home in London, you were miles away from your crew and studio. Which, yes, made it difficult to record an entire album on your own—but it did give you the creative freedom to do whatever you pleased for the album.

The boys had their own creative outlets; for example putting together a puzzle or having a movie marathon. While you found those activities enjoyable, the inner singer in you couldn’t stop thinking of beats or coming up with lyrics in your head. You needed the studio—you needed to bring those beats and lyrics to life before you could forget them. So with the help of the houses’ tech lord himself, Harry made it possible for you to have your own little studio in the spare guest room of the house. There, you spent endless days writing and recording things like harmonies and building melodies. Little did you know that this would lead to the creation of your sixth album. Now a couple months later, your latest album is currently in its final stages and would soon be released to the world.

Tom adoringly watched your figure, which was drowned in one of his oversized jumpers, excitedly skip towards the guest room. As soon as you were both inside, you rushed to close the door and eagerly pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed.

“What have you been up to, lovey?” He teasingly asks you. He knew you were up to something, he just didn’t know if it were bad or good.

Your figure was bent over the desk where your laptop was located. Turning over your shoulder you tell him, “It’s nothing bad, I promise!” You’re met with an amused grin on his blush pink lips.

Gathering your laptop into your arms, you move to sit beside Tom on the bed. He curiously leans forward, trying to get a glance at what’s on your screen.

“Nuh uh, it’s a surprise, Thomas.” You playfully scold him and gently push his face away from your laptop. He responds with a pout against your palm before pressing a kiss onto your skin. You continue to click around on your laptop, looking through your documents for the specific file.

Meanwhile, Tom shuffles further up the bed, getting comfortable. He notices the new distance between you and him and decides that he’s unsatisfied with the additional inches. He choses to snake his arms around your waist and lifts you up, happily placing you on the empty and lonely space on his lap. Laying down on his back, he takes a moment to admire the way you look in his jumper. It was a few sizes bigger than you and stopped right above your knees. The jumper may have looked good on him, but it looked absolutely perfect on you.

“You look so cute in my jumper.” He hums, hands lazily rubbing up and down your thighs. Your nose scrunches up as you lightly slap his chest; your silent way of saying “shut up” whenever Tom would say something that made you blush.

You finally find the file you were looking for and place your laptop on your lap. You nervously glance at your screen, biting down on your lip out of habit.

“Ok, so I did something.” You started. Tom squints his eyes at you, “That sounds like the beginning of a really bad something.”

You huff, “I just told you it wasn’t anything bad! Do you want your surprise or not?”

Tom chuckles and grasps onto your thighs, “Yes—yes, sorry, keep going.”

“So you know how I’ve already finished my album?” You question him. Tom nods, staring up at you while you sit on his thighs.

“Well, I wrote a few more songs that were supposed to be on the album. But I don’t know, I felt a bit greedy and decided to keep them for myself.” You explain. Tom raises a brow at you, “Baby, you don’t have to feel guilty about keeping songs to yourself. If you don’t want to share them, you don’t have to.”

“No, it’s just that, they’re about you.” You pause, staring down at your fingers that fiddled together. “Like I wrote them specifically for you to listen to. I wanted to include them on the album, but it just didn’t feel right to share something that was meant only for you.”

You place your laptop on the bed and turn it so the screen is facing Tom.

“So...as a solution, I made you your own album.” You were too busy avoiding his stare, that you missed the twinkle in Tom’s coffee colored orbs. He carefully sits up, his arms around you getting tighter, as he pulls you closer into his chest. Tom ducks his head down to yours, nudging your nose with his to get you to look at him. When your eyes finally meet, the lopsided grin on his features grows wider.

“You made me my own album?”

“Yeah.” You shyly answer. Tom softly coos at you, cupping your face and pressing a chaste kiss onto both of your cheeks.

“You are the most precious thing in the world, sunshine, I swear.” He squishes your cheeks together and began to cover your face with butterfly like kisses. Sweet laughs erupt from you, the sounds making Tom’s heart swell.

You stuff your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, using it as a place to hide from his lips. Instead, Tom opts to lay his kisses along the side of your face, your neck, and your shoulder.

“Lemme kiss you!” He whines. You chuckle at him, finally moving away from his neck. His attention darts towards your lips more than once, prompting you to lean forward and connect them with his. Tom’s lips were soft against yours, like clouds or cushiony pillows. The kiss was short and sweet; though it didn’t prevent you from feeling the adoration and passion he felt for you in that moment. In fact, he felt it all the time, but right now, his love for you was coursing through his veins.

He finally pulls away, leaving the taste of him linger in your mouth. “Can I have a listen?” He motions his head towards your laptop beside him.

“Go ahead.” Tom’s arms unravel from your waist, the area they once occupied left cold and yearning for his warmth. He uses one of his elbows to hold himself up and the other to control the touchpad. His eyes scan the file.

For Tom x

someone like u

test drive

worst behavior

main thing

He glances at you, “I start with ‘someone like u’, right?” You reply with a quiet “mhm”.

Tom clicks on the link. The opening notes of ‘someone like u’ begin to play followed by your angelic voice. You hear him release a content sigh, making a small smile to form on your lips. His arms make their way around you again, this time holding you closer against him. He rests his head on your chest and sneakily presses a kiss onto your neck. You fondly run a hand through his curly hair and rest your chin on the top of his head, listening to the songs you’ve made for him.

The two of you listen through the album in one go with no stops. You found joy in Tom’s reactions towards every song. Sometimes he would make little comments or sounds of shock whenever he heard you hit a certain note. He nodded along to the beats of ‘test drive’ and ‘worst behavior’, dancing around in his seat and making you join him. This time, you didn’t miss the twinkle in his eyes when he listened closely to the lyrics. ‘Main thing’ got him the most, leaving him with a goofy-lovesick grin plastered onto his face.

When ‘main thing’ came to a close, the room became silent, leaving Tom enough time to process the four songs you wrote about him and the meanings behind them.

You were the first to speak, “So did you like it?” You scan his face looking for any signs of dislike.

Tom’s eyes widen, “Are you kidding me? That was bloody fantastic—that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard! I’m obsessed with it, oh my god!” He expressed, arms moving around as he spoke.

His face was radiating with happiness, “You are the most talented and loving woman in the world. And I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve you or your love—but I just love you so fucking much.”

“I love you so fucking much too, you dork.” You laugh, pecking his lips.

“No, but seriously, thank you so much. I know you’re used to writing songs, but the fact that you actually took the time to write songs about me means a lot. They’re just a bunch of songs, but they mean the world to me and I cherish each and every one of them.” He admits, taking one of your hands and placing it onto his heart. Your palm feels the faint rhythm of his heart beating against his chest.

You tilt your head at him, mirroring the smile on his face, “I’ll always write songs about you. You somehow manage to inspire them anyway.”

Tom smirks, “Well I am Tom Holland.” You snort and roll your eyes at his humble brag.

“You’re still a dork, Tommy.” You comment.

Tom shrugs, “I’m a special dork because I’m your dork. Therefore making me superior to the other existing dorks—there’s a difference, darling.”

“And where did you come up with this hypothesis, Mr. Holland?” You question him, playing along with his antics.

“It’s Tom’s Theory.” He answers with feign seriousness. You burst out laughing, “Oh is it?”

Tom leans down to your laptop and restarts his album. “Yes, and now Tom’s Theory, believes that we should listen to the album again until I learn all the lyrics to every single song.” He proclaims.

“Babe, you don’t have to—” Tom stops you, “I’m dead serious.”

It was going to be a long night.

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Movies I watched in May

Sadly, I kind of skipped writing a post for April. It was a mad month with so much going on: lots of emails sent and lots of stress. I started a new job so I’m getting to grips with that... and even then, I still watched a bunch of movies. But this is about what I watched in May and, yeah… still a bunch. So if you’re looking to get into some other movies - possibly some you’ve thought about watching but didn’t know what they were like, or maybe like the look of something you’ve never heard of - then this may help! So here’s every film I watched from the 1st to the 31st of May 2021 Tenet (2020) - 8/10 This was my third time watching Christopher Nolan’s most Christopher Nolan movie ever and it makes no sense but I still love it. The spectacle of it all is truly like nothing I’ve ever seen. I had also watched it four days prior to this watch also, only this time I had enabled audio description for the visually impaired, thinking it would make it funny… It didn’t.

Nomadland (2020) - 6/10 Chloé Zhao’s new movie got a lot of awards attention. Everyone was hyped for this and when it got put out on Disney+ I was eager to see what all the fuss was about. Seeing these real nomads certainly gave the film an authenticity, along with McDormand’s ever-praisable acting. But generally I found it quite underwhelming and lacking a lot in its pacing. Nomadland surely has its moments of captivating cinematography and enticing commentary on the culture of these people, but it felt like it went on forever without any kind of forward direction or goal. The Prince of Egypt (1998) - 6/10 I reviewed this on my podcast, The Sunday Movie Marathon. For what it is, it’s pretty fun but nowhere near as good as some of the best DreamWorks movies.

Chinatown (1974) - 8/10 What a fantastic and wonderfully unpredictable mystery crime film! I regret to say I’ve not seen many Jack Nicholson performances but he steals the show. Despite Polanski’s infamy, it’d be a lie to claim this wasn’t truly masterful. Howl’s Moving Castle (2004) - 8/10 Admittedly I was half asleep as I curled up on the sofa to watch this again on a whim. I watched this with someone who demanded the dubbed version over the subtitled version and while I objected heavily, I knew I’d seen the movie before so it didn’t matter too much. That person also fell asleep about 20 minutes in, so how pointless an argument it was. Howl’s Moving Castle boasts superb animation, the likes of which I’ve only come to expect of Miyazaki. The story is so unique and the colours are absolutely gorgeous. This may not be my favourite from the legendary director but there’s no denying its splendour.

Bāhubali: The Beginning (2015) - 3/10 The next morning I watched some absolute trash. This crazy, over the top Indian movie is hilarious and I could perhaps recommend it if it weren’t so long. That being said, Bāhubali was not a dumpster fire; it has a lot of good-looking visual effects and it’s easy to see the ambition for this epic story, it just doesn’t come together. There’s fun to be had with how the main character is basically the strongest man in the world and yet still comes across as just a lucky dumbass, along with all the dancing that makes no sense but is still entertaining to watch. Seven Samurai (1954) - 10/10 If it wasn’t obvious already, Seven Samurai is a masterpiece. I reviewed this on The Sunday Movie Marathon podcast, so more thoughts can be found there. Red Road (2006) - 6/10 Another recommendation on episode 30 of the podcast. Red Road really captures the authentic British working class experience. Before Sunrise (1995) - 10/10 One of the best romances put to film. The first in Richard Linklater’s Before Trilogy is undoubtedly my favourite, despite its counterparts being almost equally as good. It tells the story of a young couple travelling through Europe, who happen to meet on a train and spend the day together. It is gloriously shot on location in Vienna and features some of the most interesting dialogue I’ve ever seen put to film. Heartbreakingly beautiful.

Tokyo Story (1953) - 9/10 This Japanese classic - along with being visually and sonically masterful - is a lot about appreciating the people in your life and taking the time to show them that you love them. It’s about knowing it’s never too late to rekindle old relationships if you truly want to, which is something I’ve been able to relate to in recent years. It broke my heart in two. Tokyo Story will make you want to call your mother. Before Sunset (2004) - 10/10 Almost a decade after Sunrise, Sunset carries a sombre yet relieving feeling. Again, the performances from Julie Delpy and Ethan Hawke take me away, evoking nostalgic feelings as they stroll through the contemporary Parisian streets. There is no regret in me for buying the Criterion blu-ray boxset for this trilogy. Before Midnight (2013) - 10/10 Here, Linklater cements this trilogy as one of the best in film history. It’s certainly not the ending I expected, yet it’s an ending I appreciate endlessly. Because it doesn’t really end. Midnight shows the troubling times of a strained relationship; one that has endured so long and despite initially feeling almost dreamlike in how idealistically that first encounter was portrayed, the cracks appear as the film forces you to come to terms with the fact that fairy-tale romances just don’t exist. Relationships require effort and sacrifice and sometimes the ones that truly work are those that endure through all the rough patches to emerge stronger. The Holy Mountain (1973) - 10/10 Jodorowsky’s masterpiece is absolute insanity. I talked more about it on The Sunday Movie Marathon podcast.

The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) - 10/10 Another watch for Grand Budapest because I bought the Criterion blu-ray. As unalterably perfect as ever. Blue Jay (2016) - 6/10 Rather good up to a point. My co-hosts and I did not agree on how good this movie was, which is a discussion you can listen to on my podcast. Shadow and Bone: The Afterparty (2021) - 3/10 For what it’s worth, I really enjoyed the first season of Shadow and Bone, which is why I wanted to see what ‘The Afterparty’ was about. This could have been a lot better and much less annoying if all those terrible comedians weren’t hosting and telling bad jokes. I don’t want to see Fortune Feimster attempt to tell a joke about oiling her body as the cast of the show sit awkwardly in their homes over Zoom. If it had simply been a half hour, 45 minute chat with the cast and crew about how they made the show and their thoughts on it, a lot of embarrassment and time-wasting could have been spared. Wadjda (2012) - 6/10 Another recommendation discussed at length on The Sunday Movie Marathon. Wadjda was pretty interesting from a cultural perspective but largely familiar in terms of story structure.

Freddy Got Fingered (2001) - 2/10 A truly terrible movie with maybe one or two scenes that stop it from being a complete catastrophe. Tom Green tried to create something that almost holds a middle finger to everyone who watches it and to some that could be a fun experience, but to me it just came across as utterly irritating. It’s simply a bunch of scenes threaded together with an incredibly loose plot. He wears the skin of a dead deer, smacks a disabled woman over and over again on the legs to turn her on, and he swings a newborn baby around a hospital room by its umbilical cord (that part was actually pretty funny). I cannot believe I watched this again, although I think I repressed a lot of it since having seen it for the first time around five years ago. The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 1 - (2011) I have to say, these movies seem to get better with each instalment. They’re still not very good though. That being said, I’m amazed at how many times I’ve watched each of the Twilight movies at this point. This time around, I watched Breaking Dawn - Part 1 with a YMS commentary track on YouTube and that made the experience a lot more entertaining. Otherwise, this film is super dumb but pretty entertaining. I would recommend watching these movies with friends. Solaris (1972) - 8/10 Andrei Tarkovsky’s grand sci-fi epic about the emotional crises of a crew on the space station orbiting the fictional planet Solaris is much as strange and creepy as you might expect from the master Russian auter. I had wanted to watch this for a while so I bought the Criterion blu-ray and it’s just stunning. It’s clear to see the 2001: A Space Odyssey inspiration but Solaris is quite a different beast entirely. Jaws (1975) - 4/10 I really tried to get into this classic movie, but Jaws exhibits basically everything I don’t like about Steven Spielberg’s directing. For sure, the effects are crazily good but the story itself is poorly handled and largely uninteresting. It was just a massive slog to get through.

Darkman (1990) - 6/10 Sam Raimi’s superhero movie is so much fun, albeit massively stupid. Further discussion on Darkman can be found on episode 32 of The Sunday Movie Marathon podcast. Darkman II: The Return of Durant (1995) - 1/10 Abysmal. I forgot the movie as I watched it. This was part of a marathon my friends and I did for episode 32 of our podcast. Darkman III: Die Darkman Die (1996) - 1/10 Perhaps this trilogy is not so great after all. Only marginally better than Darkman II but still pretty terrible. More thoughts on episode 32 of my podcast. F For Fake (1973) - 8/10 Rewatching this proved to be a worthwhile decision. Albeit slightly boring, there’s no denying how crazy the story of this documentary about art forgers is. The standout however, is the director himself. Orson Welles makes a lot of this film about himself and how hot his girlfriend is and it is hilarious.

The Mitchells vs. The Machines (2021) - 4/10 More style over substance, Sony’s new animated adventure wants so much to be in trend with the current internet culture but it simply doesn’t understand what it’s emulating. There’s a nyan cat reference, for crying out loud. For every joke that works, there are about ten more that do not and were it not for the wonderful animation, it simply wouldn’t be getting so much praise. Taxi Driver (1976) - 10/10 The first movie I’ve seen in a cinema since 2020 and damn it was good to be back! I’ve already reviewed Taxi Driver in my March wrap-up but seeing it in the cinema was a real treat. Irreversible (2002) - 8/10 One of the most viscerally horrendous experiences I’ve ever had while watching a movie. I cannot believe a friend of mine gave me the DVD to watch. More thoughts on episode 32 of The Sunday Movie Marathon podcast. Don’t watch it with the family. The Golden Compass (2007) - 1/10 I had no recollection of this being as bad as it is. The Golden Compass is the definition of a factory mandated movie. Nothing it does on its own is worth any kind of merit. I would say, if you wanted an experience like what this tries to communicate, a better option by far is the BBC series, His Dark Materials. More of my thoughts can be found in the review I wrote on Letterboxd.

Antichrist (2009) - 8/10 Lars von Trier is nothing if not provocative and I can understand why someone would not like Antichrist, but I enjoyed it quite a lot. After watching it, I wrote a slightly disjointed summary of my interpretations of this highly metaphorical movie in the group chat, so fair warning for a bit of spoilers and graphic descriptions: It's like, the patriarchy, man! Oppression! Men are the rational thinkers with big brains and the women just cry and be emotional. So she's seen as crazy when she's smashing his cock and driving a drill through his leg to keep him weighted down. Like, how does he like it, ya know? So then she mutilates herself like she did with him and now they're both wounded, but the animals crowd around her (and the crow that he couldn't kill because it's Mother nature, not Father nature, duh). Then he kills her, even though she could've killed him loads of times but didn't. So it's like "haha big win for the man who was subjected to such horrific torture. Victory!" And then all the women with no faces come out of the woods because it's like a constant cycle. Manchester By The Sea (2016) - 6/10 Great performances in this super sad movie. I can’t say I got too much out of it though. Roar (1981) - 9/10 Watching Roar again was still as terrifying an experience as the first time. If you want to watch something that’s loose on plot with poor acting but with real big cats getting in the way of production and physically attacking people, look no further. This is the scariest movie I’ve ever seen because it’s all basically real. Cannot recommend it enough. Eyes Without A Face (1960) - 8/10 I’m glad I checked this old French movie out again. There’s a lot to marvel at in so many aspects, what with the premise itself - a mad surgeon taking the faces from unsuspecting women and transplanting them onto another - being incredibly unique for the time. Short, sweet and entertaining!

Se7en (1995) - 10/10 The first in a David Fincher marathon we did for The Sunday Movie Marathon, episode 33. Zodiac (2007) - 10/10 Second in the marathon, as it was getting late, we decided to watch half that evening and the last half on the following evening. Zodiac is a brilliant movie and you can hear more of my thoughts on the podcast (though I apologise; my audio is not the best in this episode). Gone Girl (2014) - 10/10 My favourite Fincher movie. More insights into this masterpiece in episode 33 of the podcast. Friends: The Reunion (2021) - 6/10 It was heartwarming to see the old actors for this great show together again. I talked about the Friends reunion film at length in episode 33 of my podcast.

Wolfwalkers (2020) - 10/10 I reviewed this in an earlier post but would like to reiterate just how wonderful Wolfwalkers is. If you get the chance, please see it in the cinema. I couldn’t stop crying from how beautiful it was. Raya and The Last Dragon (2021) - 6/10 After watching Wolfwalkers, I decided I didn’t want to go home. So I had lunch in town and booked a ticket for Disney’s Raya and The Last Dragon. A child was coughing directly behind me the entire time. Again, I reviewed this in an earlier post but generally it was decent but I have so many problems with the execution. The Princess Bride (1987) - 9/10 Clearly I underrated this the last time I watched it. The Princess Bride is warm and hilarious with some delightfully memorable characters. A real classic!

The Invisible Kid (1988) - 1/10 About as good as you’d expect a movie with that name to be, The Invisible Kid was a pick for The Sunday Movie Marathon podcast, the discussion for which you can listen to in episode 34. Babel (2006) - 9/10 The same night that I watched The Invisible Kid, I watched a masterful and dour drama from the director of Birdman and The Revenant. Babel calls back to an earlier movie of Iñárritu’s, called Amores Perros and as I was informed while we watched this for the podcast, it turns out Babel is part of a trilogy alongside the aforementioned film. More thoughts in episode 34 of the podcast. Snake Eyes (1998) - 1/10 After feeling thoroughly emotionally wiped out after Babel, we immediately watched another recommendation for the podcast: Snake Eyes, starring Nicolas Cage. This was a truly underwhelming experience and for more of a breakdown into what makes this movie so bad, you can listen to us talk about it on the podcast.

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