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ichayalovesyou · 1 year

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I’m Gonna Go Off About How Good Avatar: Way of The Water Was

Because apparently nobody else wants to and that is patently LAME.

SPOILERS AHEAD

I want to be so REAL with y’all, that movie BROKE me. Not just in a mindless entertainment way like soooooo many people believe the Avatar franchise is. It had some serious food for thought in it, hamfisted environmentalist allegories be damned because you know what maybe we SHOULD have more hamfisted environmentalist movies if the message ain’t getting through otherwise.

I think it’s so weird that some people seem to believe Way of The Water is just the first one over again but in the ocean. When really it’s just that Quadritch is alive for sci-fi reasons and it’s humans being terrible to an environment that doesn’t belong to them. So you know, normal stuff like ✨characters and themes✨

So many new elements got introduced to the story. The consequences of Jake’s actions from the first film having more ripples and settling with that guilt and the Na’vi themselves having diverse reactions to Jake and his family in a way that makes a lot of sense.

The Tulkan, yet another highly intelligent species on Pandora beyond the humanoid Na’vi and the complex consciousness of Eywa. The fact that the na’vi can communicate with them through sign language and that even tho they’re extremely intelligent humans with slaughter them for a tiny highly valuable fraction of their body? Hmmm 🤔 sounds familiar.

Neytiri’s hatred of humans in general strokes clashing with her love of Jake and her resentment for Quadritch’s son Spider.

OH MAN AND THE KIDS ARE SO INTERESTING TOO

Spider being the son of toxic military macho man and yet feeling as tho he belongs to the na’vi, human physically but not in his soul. Being forced to translate for his dad to try and protect as many na’vi as he can as him and his military avatar goons try and smoke Jake out. Knowing Neytiri will never accept him. That’s a FASCINATING character right there.

Lo’ak bonding with an ostracized Tulkan, having a complicated relationship with his dad (Jake) because they’re pretty much TOO much alike. The fact that he doesn’t let his dad let himself drown near the end by showing every ounce of wisdom he’s learned from the Metkayina. “I see you” INDEED. That shit b r o k e me!

And KIRI oh my gawd gurl what is UP with you??? I think the more we learn about this girl the more we’re going to learn about Eywa. My theory is because Grace was the first and probably only human to not only figure out at least a fraction of what Eywa essentially is on a scientific level but also died on the world and might’ve basically become part of Eywa and maybe even given her/it the means to interface with the na’vi (like KIRI especially) on a verbal/more direct level. Which potentially could make Kiri the bridge between Humans, Na’vi and Eywa. THAT IS SO COOL.

That’s not even getting into how cool all the new Metkayina characters are (with some serious potential) Ronal, Tonowari, Aonung and Tsireya. Ronal is just pure badassery (going to war while pregnant?! Holy shit girl!). I sense an intriguing friendship forming between Tonowari and Jake “Your son is buried with our ancestors, you are Metkayina now”. The beginnings of a possible friendship between Lo’ak and Aonung and the almost definite romantic arc they’re prob gonna do with Lo’ak & Tsireya.

All the relationships and interpersonal character drama in this franchise is intriguing to me. Even if the theme part is a little redundant, you can’t deny the new characters are gonna make things REALLY interesting provided the writing stays as good as it’s been.

Also I eat Pandora Na’vi clan lore for breakfast, I hope we get introduced to even more clans than the Omaticaya and Metkayina in the future.

Was it maybe a little longer than necessary? Maybe. Was quaritch’s resurrection a little slapdash? Yeah a little but not enough to make his evolution as a character boring imo.

Anyway I’m sick of people who act like stuff is bad just cuz it’s popular and doesn’t have a steady fandom. Do you know what did well critically that had environmental themes and barely had a fandom too? Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance I don’t think it’s any less cool or promising for it. Yes I’m a little bitter that people aren’t talking about this movie why??

P.S. If you like this franchise check out Tsu’tey’s Path from Dark Horse comics. Gives a bunch of deleted scenes lore more context and fleshes out one of the most interesting na’vi characters from the first film.

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lligkv · 1 year

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a responsibly equivocal stance

Max Norman's review of Diane Arbus's work in The Drift brings together some questions I've wrestled with lately, as I always wrestle with them: the questions of having a position on an artist and having complex assessments of art. Some of this is triggered by the experience of watching some friends of mine process the Oscars and the sweep made by Everything Everywhere All at Once—a therapeutic millennial movie that seems to want to palliate viewers' childhood wounds by using larger-than-life spectacle as a vehicle for overly simplified sentiment, and is being disproportionately rewarded considering its ultimate lameness (the natural product of excessive spectacle for those who don't find that charming) and conservatism. (The case for the conservatism is laid out quite well by Kieran McLean, here.) Versus the kind of artwork that tries to be several things at once, say TAR.

Which everyone online seems to be kind of stupid about? Much of this is likely shaped by Twitter's particular economy of terse opinions, quote tweeting, and dunking. Versus, say, an ecosystem of alt-weeklies or blogs issuing comparatively considered pieces (written by critics of whatever stripe, and not Twitter-posting Substackers, each hanging out their own little shingle, subjected to the demands and incentives and scale of those platforms), which people then reflected on via comments in comment sections—which is not to glamorize blogs or comment sections, just to say that what we've got now might be worse than what we had then. With TAR, it feels like a film that was designed to be ambiguous enough to evoke multiplicity in its interpretations just got such flat reads from people whose tastes I normally trust. It was a portrayal of an abuser in cancel culture being justly punished for her arrogance. Or it was a portrayal of an abuser being unjustly punished, because according to Todd Field, Lydia Tar's genius, or her age and socialization to older mores, or the perceived stupidity of her antagonists in the culture—for all that I don’t think the student she argues with, in a moment that goes viral and begins her fall, Max, is actually meant to be seen as stupid—ought to have excused her bad behavior.

To my mind, the film seemed to want to do both these things—or, as the memes would have it, a secret third thing, some hybrid of the two.

It seemed Field wanted to show a person whose character has been dessicated by the pursuit of fame experiencing the destruction of all her ties to the world that satisfied her desire — perhaps even to get back in touch with some new form of creation both degraded and genuine. Yes, Tar, at the end of the film, is in an objectively worse position than when she began. And she's not exactly saved. She may not be capable of any reckoning with herself more concrete than the atavistic, overwhelming stab of feeling that makes her vomit when she's confronted by a reminder of the women she worked to manipulate, like Krista and Olga, in the form of the girls in the spa she visits, lined up like a banquet for her delectation. She's also conducting in a meaningful way, absorbed in the act of it, in a way she has not been up to that point. And she is so because now, she has no other choice...

All this is to say: maybe Field wanted to create an object that could meaningfully be taken several ways. Maybe he meant us to go back and forth on whether Tar is right or Max is right, or to what degree; maybe he meant us to like Tar in some ways, or to find her charismatic or funny in fucked-up ways, and to disapprove of or hate her in other ways, to find her blinkered and odious and sad in her attempts to aggrandize herself. All this is so very basic to say, and I don't mean to imply I'm being radical here, but I have had this thought: maybe we're fucking up by being so insistent with how we feel about this movie and what we think it's saying About The Culture We're In. Artists shouldn’t be expected to have a single stance on something, a single intention that each work exists just to express. An artist can, should, be working through something...

Which brings me back to the Arbus piece. I appreciate Norman's calling out the position taken by curator John Szarkowski and critic Sebastian Smee that Arbus meant to humanize her subjects. I don't think Arbus's intent was to rehabilitate, to "show," as Szarkowski has it "that all of us—the most ordinary and the most exotic of us—are on closer scrutiny remarkable"; that would be banal, and perhaps as instrumentalizing of the subjects as work made to emphasize their strangeness. "Does Arbus’s photograph ["A naked man being a woman, N.Y.C., 1968"] send him up, or support him?” Norman asks, “Or is the real joke on the viewer who insists on one interpretation or another?" I don't think it's a joke played on the viewer who insists on one interpretation or the other; I do think that viewer ought to be capable of acknowledging multiple possibilities... Maybe—to state another basic point—artists, whether Diane Arbus or Todd Field, don't have answers, but questions, and they chose to do something felt as well as thought to represent them... And I think artists should be allowed to look bad, to have complicated feelings, to encounter a desire to gawk or objectify and portray that desire with a degree of honesty and interrogation so that those of us who, obeying certain limits that collective life justly(!) places, won't cop to it can confront it in some form...

I do want to be clear that interrogating the ethics of Arbus's relationship to her subjects, so many of whom were marginalized as she was not, feels useful and necessary. I also don't think we can do that with much precision if the only question we ask is Did Arbus have a right to do what she did? And while none of this is new, it does feel like Norman's piece opens a way to that more precise interrogation of the ethics of Arbus's work by pushing us past the simple binary of "the work is good" or "the work is bad"—a binary that feels particularly ubiquitous now, and undignified in the overheated discourse about art that it often fuels. Ultimately, if the Smee/Szarkowski take on Arbus is, as Norman writes, one in which "Arbus's biography, which testifies to her own 'inner mysteries,' is used to help straighten out the problem of a privileged white woman on the prowl for weirdos—a woman who once compared taking pictures to being a butterfly collector," I don't want to discount the "butterfly collector" bit. But what if what’s so often seen as a problem could once again become fact... As Norman puts it, we so often take positionality as key to understanding works of art. And how much has that uncovered for us that a responsibly equivocal stance toward an artwork—a stance that acknowledges possibilities good and bad and makes no final judgments, or doesn't rush to translate a first impression, a take, into a summary judgment—could not more effectively do?

Time, I guess, to page Sontag for those erotics of art; we might need them again...

Ironically, Sontag appears in Norman's piece as another critic determined to reduce Arbus, specifically by critique of her privilege and the perceived amorality of her voyeurism rather than by praise for some arguable desire she had to humanize her subjects. Maybe by the time Against Photography came out, Sontag too had forgotten her own edict. Or more likely, the demands of nascent image culture—and the nature of photography, versus those technologies of art that are less automatic on the part of the artist, and less readily assimilated into a media economy that goes on to inform a country's politics—had overwhelmed it.

To be clear, Sontag's take on Arbus in "America, Seen Through Photographs, Darkly" is clearly the product of intense engagement with the work and Arbus's own writings on it. But I resent the harshness of the judgments—their fixity. When Sontag writes the line

What happens to people's feelings on first exposure to today's neighborhood pornographic film or to tonight's televised atrocity is not so different form what happens when they first look at Arbus's photographs.

I think: is Arbus's work about inuring us to what is terrible? Are the subjects "necessarily ahistorical," is her view "always from the outside"? Perhaps Arbus's work is "reactive—reactive against gentility, against what is approved" to some degree; is that all it is? Sontag takes Arbus to task for not being ethical with her photographs, as a journalist might be ethical, but can't the creation of a dramatic confrontation with one's own instinct to be a voyeur be a meaningful exercise; meaningful in an ethical sense, for a viewer—particularly viewers in the same wealthy and sheltered position as Arbus—if still something for which the artist should be held to account? As Norman writes, "Looking through Arbus’s lens only makes the encounter more demanding." I suppose the point is this: There's rigor and even beauty in an unequivocal stance, but also the risk of a shrillness, an antagonism, a hostility not unlike the hostility people brought to TAR—and I'm increasingly tired of assuming a hostile, suspicious, exclusively hermaneutic relationship to art...

Right as I was writing this post, I was tipped off to the publication of an essay by Garth Greenwell in The Yale Review in which he talks about an apophatic theory of the relation between art and morality: "a theory that would allow us to explore the moral work of art without limiting or prescribing that work, as certain theologians attempt to develop ways to think about God without defining God in a manner that would violate God’s freedom." Which puts precisely the words to what I'm searching for; the relation to art I would like to return to. Marked by generosity, an understanding of an artwork as necessarily multifaceted, the taking of time in the consideration of it, an assumption of good faith. There's also a line in Ben Lerner's book The Lichtenberg Figures that comes to mind: "a great work takes up the question of its origins / and lets it drop..." Maybe I'd tweak that line now: A great work takes up the question of its ultimate meaning and lets it drop...

#movies #max norman #diane arbus #susan sontag #todd field #kieran mclean #ben lerner #garth greenwell #criticism #culture

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sarah-dipitous · 10 months

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 194

Rock and a Hard Place/The Rings of Akhaten

“Rock and a Hard Place”

Plot Description: Sheriff Mills calls the brothers to help solve the murder of a church chastity group’s members. They infiltrate the group, then Dean disappears

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: asexuality 👏and👏chastity 👏aren’t👏the👏same👏thing👏 though $20 says she “broke her chastity vow and is being punished” which is already bullshit but anyway, I’m safe

I appreciate the reminder that Kevin exists

Well, I wasn’t gonna mention that whatever abducted that girl had………..some kind of blue fire power but I guess if the one witness mentions it, I should too

They said it can’t be an angel because it wasn’t a white light but the one who exploded those people a couple episodes ago didn’t use white light either

Oh wow. This church is messed up. And I don’t trust this last one bit. She’s TOO sweet. It’s almost sickly

I’m dying at Dean being…kind of a virgin for the third time in his life: original time, after coming back from hell, and now that he’s taken this vow of purity at the church. Talk about it being a construct

Fascinating (and somewhat unsurprising but in a very disappointing way) that everyone in this group besides Sam and Dean is a woman……..

Uh, Dean…….you cannot just write a spicy romance novel scene (poorly) in front of all these extremely repressed women

God this feels like a season two episode. Dean trying to hook up with some woman (this time the chastity counselor) while Sam actually does the work they’re there to do

I knew it was………….oh Jody, she’s still finding out all the things that exist. It’s gonna be a long couple days for her. She just found out angels and dragons are real

I really hope he gets hella shot down. I’m not saying that I like the idea of the chastity group but to INTENTIONALLY go after a woman who has dedicated so much of her time and energy into this. If this is her choice, I gotta respect that. AND SO SHOULD YOU, DEAN

I hope she’s absolutely playing him…goddammit. Talk about a lame fade to black would be sex scene that only serves to get Dean kidnapped by whatever this is

I just…like everything happening topside is buddy comedy shit, and everything happening in this not a virgin cellar is a REAL horror movie

Omg one…Sammy I love you but your blood is not going to count as virgin’s blood here. Don’t like Jody using her position as a sheriff to be able to punch this poor woman in the face to get her blood for the weapon

How many of these people are going to stay with their evangelical church when they find out their being held captive by a Roman goddess

I KNEW SHE WASN’T TO BE TRUSTED. That said…….she’s delightfully evil

Jody just did to Vesta what Horikoshi did to my boyyyyy

It’s GOOD that Sam is starting to piece together that there’s something wrong with him. BAD that Dean keeps lying to him. I DO NOT TRUST ZEKE

“The Rings of Akhaten”

Plot Description: the Doctor takes Clara to the Festival of Offerings, but the Old God demands a sacrifice!

Sarah Stop Watching Doctor Who at Eleven PM Challenge Difficulty: impossible

Noooooooooo is the Doctor watching all of Clara’s childhood?? No. Why? That’s so weird. Like…were you also somehow outside her parents’ house the night she was conceived?? YOU’RE BEING WEIRD AND GROSS, DOC

There she goessssss acting like a NORMAL companion, not knowing what’s going on and running around an alien planet without the Doctor’s knowledge but trying to help someone in need

Just a thought: maybe we shouldn’t be holding festivals where children get sacrificed. I dunno

It’s a VAMPIRE???

No. It’s not. The old god is this FUCKING SUN

It’s not the quantity, it’s the quality of the sacrifice. The Doctor can offer all the memories he wants to be rid of, but all of the hopes and dreams Clara’s mom had? That got passed on to her? There are so many. Too many

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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cielospeaks · 1 year

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b6 temp tri thoughts

bc hoo boy for me who hated b3 there is a lot to unpack.

firstoff b3 itself thoughts. gosh what a fucking disappointment of a story. for me this was where heroes story started to go downhill. initially gacha was kinda lame but the story was nice or at least bland and unoffensive (aka b1), and from b3 on the gacha was better but the story was much much worse.

before b3 i actually liked the starter trio bc sure, they were boring, but they seemed responsible enough. just like super generic standins for the usual lords/ect. after b3 their personalities developed. () was a fucking control freak and jerk, the sort of person who lectures you on your own customs and tells you why your beliefs are wrong, and also guilt trips you into complimenting them. () is a fucking stalker who has shit taste in relationships and people, thinks abuse is romantic, and is like the embodiment of being positive in a nasty way. () is a horrible leader, a kissass, and has none of the original characters likeable traits (defender of the weak, funny, ect) and instead is just ‘i love money’ memes.

the other characters introduced arent much better. gosh dang eir i was rooting for you to be a pamina character when you were first introduced. now i just feel like. the tired man with his cigarette looking done with everything. like i havent liked eir since b3 so i dont hate her now or anything but like. ok good for you youre a piece of shit.

honestly this is just gonna be me ripping b3 a new one so ill skip to the temptri story. as a premise its not bad, def better than b2s story: hel is left rulerless so the person who’s taken over needs to get rid of the other heir for like. competition. something something i think its like addressed in game of thrones or something idk medieval royalty politics. its like why macbeth sent assassins after duncan’s sons even tho they were out of the country. so the god/dragon of eir’s birthplace, who was also apparently her nanny, saves her life by merging with her and they go on a quest to retrieve the souls of eir’s dead subjects. like ok yea thats vaguely interesting sure go off.

the good: a little more development on hel/ymir. i also do like ymir! shes like the mom whos kinda a pushover, like if her kid (friend’s kid) wants to eat candy late at night she’ll do it bc she feels bad she wasnt in the kid’s life enough sorta thing. having the magic dragon being kind to the protagonist is such a fucking refresher after b2 of n ifl just threatening and demeaning fj orm (and laegy) for like five chapters (until they decided shes redeemable at the fucking last minute despite her being awful. but anyways i digress). i dont have a problem with her. cool good for you.

im having a separate section for ganglot bc i really liked her. like esp seeing the fan reaction against her and how badly shes written in the story makes me like her infinitely more! oh my gosh!

-shes actually dutiful at her job. like shes a really cool i think the word is anti villain? a character who actually has noble and good motivations but does it in a chaotic way/that is destructive to the protagonist. or something like that. theres a mess left over bc of the order’s swaggering and someones gotta clean it up and shes gonna be that someone bc her guardian is dead now, killed by her guardian’s adopted daughter. like her motivations are understandable, she’s after eir for medieval politics plus you killed/helped kill my role model slash mother figure who i thought was also your mother how fucking could you.

-shes that trope of “guy has a bitter animosity toward their presumed rival but said rival is just a dude. who acts normal abt it”. and gosh i love that trope. (herb, sal (from f g o and amadeus the movie version too), randall monsters inc, the list goes on i bet) its a good trope and i always love to see girl characters written with beloved traits of guy characters (gosh i wish there were more characters that arent guys written with wholesome kind jock kronk type characteristics. high school au feng is basically that. but again off topic). i feel bad for ganglot bc she just had to choose the person to have a vendetta against who would actually fuck her up out of proportion but. -doctor idv mourn emote-

-her design is nice and her backstory makes her personality/character more sympathetic. i like the classy formal look, it fits as her being a handmaiden and very dutiful, kinda like the maids/butlers in 14. im so grateful they didnt make her an au version of the main characters like the fan theories were saying. she was abandoned as a child and is older than eir/adopted presumably before eir was, which means she couldnt be those characters even if they wanted her to be. fuck you eat shit fall off your horse. anyways. she basically had nothing and was taken in by someone who not only provided for her needs but offered herself as an example. im willing to bet that seeing hel gave ganglot a purpose/something to look up to, and that hel, while providing for her needs, probably treated their relationship more as a business/apprenticeship sorta thing. in fact theres even stuff that said that ganglot loved looking after eir, which makes it seem like she was kind to eir (which makes what happened even more sad/pisses me off) and only hated her after she killed hel. and considering ganglot didnt know abt what hel did to eir, she wouldnt know why eir rebelled against her. and eir never fucking explains it to her. to ganglot it must look like eir just was like “oh woops looks like im a princess to a pretty lively fairyland happily ever after kingdom im ditching your goth busy realm of the dead to go fuck off and escape from my responsibilities and also imma help some pet self insert of a kill-happy spoiled ass prince and his friends kill your boss slash role model byeeeee -nail polish emoji-”. like idk. its totally relatable and understandable why ganglot would want to kill eir.

-her fatal flaw that leads to her demise is her kindness/mercy. which is something you almost never see with villains, esp ones that are supposed to be unsympathetic. like maybe in a series with an antihero who takes advantage of them falling for a trick or something. or like joseph joestar outwitting the pillar men, but then its less kindness and more like “honor/chivalry” being outwitted by wiliness, which imo is completely different. this is like if the hero is pleading for their life before fighting the villain, the villain decides to give them this out of mercy, and the hero, without explaining anything to the villain who presumably was their friend before, just fucking sacrifices their friend’s life to murder the villain from within in order to kiss up to their longtime abusers who have a sad backstory uwu and that makes it ok. gosh i fucking hate some aspects of this game. anyways i think a villain who has a point whose mercifulness leads to them being killed by a dirty trick is kinda interesting and at least new.

the bad:

-gosh i hate the u b w ripoff in the plot. like please just get a better plot point dont rip off a fucking boring f ate story. their appearances were played up but ultimately did basically nothing but motivate eir, potentially to do worse things but then again thats up in the air (no pun intended) how much of what she chose to do was “for my friends!” and how much was her own idea.

-the jokes abt eirs new design. i dont have a problem with her new design, or even her decisions. it makes sense, seeing shes spent the last however long around these assholes that maybe she’s changed for the worse (or rather from a blank slate to something worse than that). but what i do have a problem is w the “jokes”. no assholes you cant just “cure” depression for one what these characters have is more akin to life altering trauma and just bc theyre wearing brighter colors and smiling more doesnt mean their “depression is gone/cured”. i dont like the in game explanation for idunn but i have my version which is (imo) more meaningful and in character. i think for eir technically it makes more sense with the lore given, as besides askr, which treats her like a pet or a trophy, ymir is the first person in her life whose treated her decently, and in a parental way at that. so yea, not really w the design but definitely with the fans jokes. shut the fuck up.

-the writing. like as a sort of tragedy of people not fucking communicating a la spi derman 1 (2002) or an episode of conan its fine, in fact its pretty good. like for those reasons (+ the sort of medieval drama aspects) i like it or rather dont have a problem. its that those aspects are basically just glossed over for a generic and not really morally substantial “good wins evil loses” angle that this series likes to take. its not as bad as b2 where “sure this person basically kept your life as a carrot on a string to get you to fight your mutual respected former dead enemy who that person dehumanizes, and also they constantly belittle and threaten you but hey they had a crush on your ancestor so that makes them a good person uwu in the end”, but its still not great. like i said ganglot is a really cool character and very multi faceted and sympathetic, but the series just treats her like “hels evil successor who hates eir for no reason” and the fandom calls her incompetent so im just like. i will bite you but im also too tired. idk. i like ganglot. she seems like kind of a workaholic young lady who both is the “i serve someone and am super faithful but they really dont deserve me” trope i unfortunately like (i say unfortunately bc its fucking annoying bc i always end up hating the person theyre faithful to unless its beet and schooby and in that case beet is just too lovable to hate, and also he never asked to be idolized also so him being greedy is something you cant blame him for).

-i think if the story was done better? or like a version id actually like? theres not much id want to change. i think to make eir actually sympathetic she should actually try to communicate what she learned abt hel/what hel did to her to ganglot, and ganglot either ignores her or shuts down eir, or ganglot still cant forgive her even knowing the truth. something like that. a quick fix and that makes everything better. have a flashback to when they were younger and ganglot being kind to eir, and make it more of a moral conflict eir has against fighting and killing her former friend. kinda like the scene in spi derman 3 (2007). ok enough spiderman references id also address what happens to hel after the story. either eir kills ganglot and resumes the responsibility for both the realm of life and the realm of death. or she is able to defeat but not kill ganglot, while recognizing her as an enemy also has the strength of character to recognize she’d be a good ruler of the dead, and gives her blessing/relinquishes her claim to the throne while leaving, never to see her again or something. idk.

id also personally just eradicate all mention of (u b w characters) from the story and make the ending not that eir goes back to her “friends in askr” but that she goes back to set things right, not as their tool and pawn but as the leader her people in the realm of life (and depending on which the realm of death) need, acknowledging her responsibility to her people and her independence. but nooooOOOoo she goes back to the people who treat her as a toy like all happy to be that way. this years story and the protagonists happily sacrificing others for their schemes and then having the gall to act sad abt it afterwards as if tehy werent the one who twisted the damn knife istg

#negative #kinda. i just want to unpack some thoughts #truth be told im not really feeling huge on this story #its just. character: has a rivalry with some guy and a sad ending to their story #me: oh gosh. oh gosh i need a moment. just give me a moment #tho im kinda glad. maybe its years late but heres a b3 character i actually like #i do kinda like the idea of her being a friend/acquaintance of the kasumisquad. i hc she does her own thing basically #there also needs to be a support group for axe wielding dead enemies of the main characters who are weak for the avista family #gameblogging

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joemerl · 2 years

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"The Legend of Hercules"

This movie has a 5% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, and made $61.3 million on a $70 million budget. It came out the same year as the Dwayne Johnson Hercules movie and is considered its inferior. I'm going to watch it because I make poor life choices.

My thoughts under the cut.

We open to a battle in "Argos, ancient Greece, 1200 BC." This will not stop them from using Heracles' Roman name. The CGI is really fake, and the fighting throughout this movie does the whole 300 slo-mo/speed-up thing.

We meet Amphitryon, who in this version is an evil king. I guess. I dunno, he's the one attacking, but he suggests to Argos' king that they have a one-on-one fight so that no one else dies, which is pretty reasonable for an evil overlord. And the fight is cool, so I mostly come away thinking that he's a badass.

Amphitryon likes war, but his wife Alcmene thinks that war is bad. She's also really religious, but Amphitryon doesn't believe in the gods because...reasons. Is it just me, or do a lot of mythological movies go for a "theism vs. atheism" thing? I don't think that it works as well as Hollywood writers assume.

So Alcmene prays to Hera to stop her husband. Then Hera...possesses a priestess? who wasn't there before? and says that Alcmene's son will deliver the land from Amphitryon. If she doesn't want to sleep with Amphitryon to get this son, Hera will let her sleep with Zeus instead.

What.

I mean...she sounds sad about it, crying that Zeus has "betrayed me through his lust for you." But like...this is Hera. "Weepy" is not the reaction that I expect when confronted by Zeus' newest and oh-so-maimable love interest. Any other mythical inaccuracies pale compared to this.

In the myths, Heracles has a good stepdad and a bad stepmom. Why switch it around? I guess because this movie wants to be Gladiator, and we need an evil king for that.

This next scene is really weird. Alcmene is in bed. There's a flash of lightning and a bunch of wind, and Alcmene starts...having sex with it, apparently, even though she's still dressed. Then Amphitryon comes in, sees Alcmene and starts screaming "WHERE IS HE?!?! WHERE IS HE HIDING?!?!?!" Like, he saw Alcmene writhing on the bed, fully clothed and apparently alone, and somehow concluded that a.) an actual, two-person sex act was going on, but b.) her lover is a normal human who is just...invisible or something? I guess he knows the story of Gyges.

Seriously, it's a plot point that he thinks Hercules was fathered by somebody else but isn't sure. Which is weird, because we've established that he and Alcmene aren't having sex these days, and he seemed positive that he walked in on her cheating with seemingly no one, so...I don't know, man. This is a mess.

The baby is born! Because even though Amphitryon thinks Alcmene is unfaithful, he didn't kill or exile her. He's really bad at this "tyrant" thing. Anyway, he names the baby Alcides and says that he'll never be as good as his brother Iphicles, but Alcmene privately calls him "Hercules" because that's what Hera called him.

Side notes: "Hercules" is translated as "gift of Hera" when it's supposed to be "glory." Also, since Hera is basically a Fairy Godmother in this movie, it seems kind of stuck up of her to name the kid after herself. Why not have Alcmene choose the name?

As mentioned, Iphicles is in this movie, but he's a few years older than Hercules. Chiron is also there, as...Alcmene's tutor? Despite her being an adult woman? He's just a dude with a weird accent. Not a centaur. Lame.

The editing is really choppy, by the way. It's weird. I think a good bit of this movie was left on the cutting room floor, which may explain the confusing bits.

Time skip! It's twenty years later, and Hercules is frolicking with his love interest, Hebe, who is a Cretan princess and not the goddess of youth. I understand going for his endgame romance, but personally I would have picked one of his mortal wives. Anyway, she's slightly spunky and rebellious, but not so much that she won't spend most of the movie as a damsel in distress.

There's a scene where Hercules and Iphicles run into the Nemean Lion; Hercules kills it, but lets Iphicles take the credit. The fight is short and the effects aren't great, but it's pretty cool. Enjoy it, because it's the only actual Labor of Hercules that's in this movie.

At the big palace feast, it's announced that Hebe is betrothed to Iphicles. She was not consulted about this, makes a scene, and she and Hercules run off to elope. Nobody seems to react to this until the next day, when they're suddenly being chased on horseback by guards. Again, the editing.

Having captured Hercules, Amphitryon drafts him to go with his army to put down a rebellion in Egypt. Because by the way, Amphityron conquered Egypt even before conquering Argos. This is so ahistorical and downright implausible that it gives me a headache. Later he mentions having mercenaries from Germania and the Horn of Africa, so yeah, he's clearly being written as a Roman emperor, not the king of a Greek city-state.

Long story short, this is all a scheme to get Hercules killed. Some Egyptians mercenaries ambush them and kill everyone except Hercules and his captain/new friend Sotiris. They claim that one of the random dead soldiers was "Prince Alcides," while "Hercules" and Sotiris are sold as gladiators. Back home, everyone thinks that they're dead.

Iphicles is a villain, but there are scenes that show how he's desperate for his dad's approval and tortured by the fact that both his mom and Hebe love Hercules more than him. Actually, his one scene with Alcmene is kind of harsh, since she basically blames him for Hercules' death.

Speaking of Alcmene, with Hercules supposedly dead, she takes the initiative and tries to kill Amphitryon herself! That's kinda cool, even if he winds up killing her instead. She also reveals that Hercules' father is Zeus, whom she claims will kill Amphitryon for killing his son. I think she's putting too much faith in Zeus' parental instincts.

It occurs to me that Alcmene and Iphicles are the only two characters with any real depth, and that I'd much rather this movie expand on that than Hercules and Amphitryon's generic plot.

Hercules' second act is pretty meh. He and Sotiris fight some guys in a dinky, underground gladiator fight. Then they convince their boss to take them to the world's biggest gladiator fight, which happens to be in Amphitryon's kingdom. But to qualify, they have to win this other gladiator fight first.

In this middle fight, one of their opponents is named Humbaba, because this movie wasn't satisfied with only mucking up one mythology.

The third gladiator fight is actually less impressive, because while it's Hercules vs. six of the best gladiators in the world, the Law of Conservation of Ninjitsu is in effect and he beats each one easily.

Also, there's a woman gladiator, presumably to make up for the fact that our other female characters are a sexy lamp and a dead mom. I note that while Hercules kills or maims all of the men, he just traps her in her own net, at which point she can do nothing but yell indignantly.

Hercules wins his and Sotiris' freedom! Then they start leading a rebellion against Amphitryon. Hebe tries to kill herself, but then learns that Hercules is alive and reunites with him.

Hera's priestess shows up for cryptic advice, the gist of which is that he has to have faith in Zeus and accept his destiny. She also implies that doing so will deprive him of his chance to be with Hebe.

Also, according to Wikipedia, this character's name is Kakia, which means "evil." In a parable by Xenophon, Hercules encounters Kakia, who offers him an easy but meaningless life, while Arete, "virtue," advises the opposite. So this Kakia is doing the exact opposite of what the Kakia in the story does. It's like if a Christian-themed movie had a wise priest named Satan.

#The Legend of Hercules #Greek mythology #Classical mythology #Heracles #Hercules #Amphitryon #Iphicles #Legend of Hercules #Roman mythology #Alcmene #Hebe #The Epic of Gilgamesh #Mesopotamian mythology #Chiron #Kakia #Hera #Zeus

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step 5: act normal . . . or not because you're stupid

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↬ pairing: georgenotfound x gn!reader

↬ genre: friends to lovers | fluff to angst to fluff

↬ summary: y/n always kept their hands busy to calm their nerves. but after an unfortunate misplacement of their fidget cube leads to george lending them a hand . . . quite literally

↬ warnings: swearing, light angst, slow burn, stupidity

↬ note: here is the beginning of the angst ;)) and btw dream is also friends with y/n :D like their a good friend to the dreamteam like bbh

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friday. movie night.

'just act normal- maybe they just forgot. . . or even worse, remembered.'

george paced his room, unsure how to even go about this. dream, his best friend might have just ruined his life. how was he supposed to calmly go through this movie night as if dream hasn't ruined his entire usual routine?

he groaned, dropping his head into his hands. this was the absolute last thing that he wanted. it felt like something was eating at his insides.

'screw you dream.'

he only had. . .

"TWO HOURS?? that's not enough time- oh my god WHY does this happen to me?"

he had to pull himself together. you were going to come over and movies last about. . . one to three hours.

"i can't do this, i can't- i just. i can't."

he picked up his phone, opening up your icon in his messages.

'should i just cancel? or-'

he bit his lip, knowing this was a bad idea. the blood begun to seep through, salty on his tongue. frantically, he began to type, ready to make up some lame excuse.

george:

typing . . .

at that moment, a gray message bubble appeared on his screen.

y/n:

george! im excited to see you- i have something you may like and i really wanted to show you!

his heart dropped to his stomach. how was he supposed to cancel on you now? you were so excited, he could feel it radiating from the screen. his thumb pressed on the backspace button, no longer able to send the message.

george:

cool see you at 8 then?

y/n:

yup!

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"george! look what i found!" "ah- wow that's great y/n."

he felt absolutely horrible. you had walked in, all happily, snacks in hand. a large array of snacks he hadn't been able to find for weeks all for him and here he is unable to greet you properly. he shuffled awkwardly, letting you set down the snacks.

"you good george?" "hm?"

he finally looked up, making eye contact. your eyes swirled with concern. for once the air was awkward and you weren't sure what to do.

"yea i'm fine- just tired, that's all."

it was suspicious, george always slept for long hours and wasn't tired. you brushed it off, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"alright, let's get this movie night started!"

---

once settled in your spot on the couch, george stiffly sat down, a couple inches away from you.

odd.

the movie began to play, the screen brightness illuminating both of your faces in the dark. the sounds surrounded you, creating an immersed environment. per usual, you went and reached out your hand.

the moment your finger had touched his, george flinched hard.

"george??" "sorry you scared me- i was really into the movie."

he reluctantly placed his hands in yours. each little touch buzzed as you played with his hand, it felt like white fire onto his skin.

after a couple minutes, he got up. your only perched a silent eyebrow at him as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"i uh- i have to go to the bathroom." "o-ok?"

he quickly dashed to the bathoom, locking the door before leaning against the sink. he dropped his head downwards as his arms propped up up, the cool white china contrasting his fiery hot hands. thoughts filled his head, ones that made him cringe, flinch, and want to bury himself into a hole.

they must be so uncomfortable right now. . . it probably looks like i'm forcing them to continue. y/n must not want to say anything to me either.

he felt as there was absolutely no doubt you were uncomfortable. here you were, with the knowledge he hates holding hands.

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you sat there, watching the movie go on. you couldn't even focus, all the colours on the screen blurring together. all your mind could think of is how absolutely odd george was acting.

a couple other thoughts stayed on the edge of your brain but were quickly brought into the mesh of it all.

did i make him uncomfortable? . . . dream did say that george hated holding hands- maybe i read the signs wrong. george probably hates this.

awkwardly shuffling around, you played with the hem of your jumper. in a split second decision, you reached for your bag, grabbing your back up fidget toy.

that was the first time in a while. the environment with the small clicks felt a little foreign to you now, you had forgotten how attached you got to using george's hands.

the bathroom door unlocked, revealing george. you turned away, seeming to be focused on the movie. before george sat down, his narrowed onto the clicking device in your hand.

they're using the fidget toy again. they're definitely uncomfortable, they haven't done that in months. good job george.

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the rest of the movie was eyes glued on the screen, too guilt ridden from both sides to even glance at one another. no commentary was made, no laughter, only silent reactions.

the credits rolled, creating an awkward tinge in the air. you broke the silence first.

"that was a good movie, don't you think?" "yea..."

you pulled out your phone, looking at the time. you felt the urge to leave, thus piecing together a good enough excuse. you get up and off the couch, george's eyes briefly following your figure.

"i'm going to head out, i have to get up early tomorrow. see you later?" "yea- do you want me to walk you out?" "no it's alright." "okay."

and with that, you walked out. you couldn't let him walk out, not when you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

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good job george. how are you going to fix this one?

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yikesharringrove · 3 years

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It’s a book Steve’s actually read.

Well, Nancy kinda mostly read it to him. Which really just makes the whole thing hurt a little bit more.

His speakers were crackling and he had turned the bass up high enough that the song was distorted, vibrating through his car.

It was embarrassing. Scream-singing to Kate Bush while sobbing into your steering wheel in the high school parking lot.

He’s just got a lot of feelings, and Nancy dumped in that alleyway, he can literally see it and Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy. I’ve come home, I’m so cold.

Which, it’s all just bullshit. Pardon the word.

Because, Catherine and Heathcliff don’t even fucking end up together. There’s something about family difference and he remembers Nancy saying socioeconomic like that word meant anything to him and Catherine winds up dead of bad brain-itis and Healthcliff is a dick so they never should’ve been together anyway.

But, whatever.

He’s feeling very much like Catherine right now. Standing on the moors with a broken heart.

Because fuck Heathcliff. And fuck Nancy.

Kate Bush is the only one he can trust anymore.

Her and her red dress and Steve’s insides feel like that red fucking dress in a way he can’t explain and Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window-

He just about jumped out of his skin when the passenger door opened.

One too-tan hand reached out to crank the volume down on the song, and a too-pink tongue slid across too-white teeth and

“Harrington, I’m obligated to tell you that you’re acting like a pussy.”

Hargrove.

Y’know, he’s the top of Steve’s Fuck List. Right there with Nancy and Heathcliff, and everyone else who sucks shit and makes people feel bad.

“Can it, dickhead.”

To be fair, Steve was ugly crying to Kate Bush by himself in his car, but he’s allowed to be a pussy by himself in his car.

Hargrove just gave Steve a look that Steve’s pretty sure meant I’m resisting the urge to punch you in the face right now, but was undercut by that stupid fucking tongue of his lolling around like some kinda hyper-sexual golden retriever.

Meanwhile, Kate Bush was still singing and Steve was still Cathy on the moors.

“I’m fucking sad, or whatever. Let me be a pussy.”

“Oh, come on, Harrington. You really this cut up about some prissy little princess? She’s not even the best this town has and that is saying something.”

“Y’know, for a guy that’s constantly calling all the girls in town ugly, you sure do fuck a lot of ‘em.”

“At least I’m getting some. When was the last time the princess put out, eh? Or was she savin’ it for marriage? I could see her bein’ one of those types.”

He said those types like he wasn’t wearing a saint’s pendant around his neck. Like Steve didn’t see his family all sitting uncomfortably silent together in the diner after mass every single Sunday afternoon.

It was weird, seeing Billy in a nice shirt. All buttoned up properly with his hair looking all respectful. Especially since Steve was usually high off his ass and slurping down a strawberry milkshake with cheese fries like he’d die if he didn’t.

“I’m not gonna talk about my sex life with you, Hargrove.”

“Aw, why not, Harrington. Don’t wanna compare body counts? You embarrassed or something?” Billy was grinning that shitty sharp grin of his, still waggling his fucking tongue as he leaned closer to Steve. “You still a virgin, King Steve?”

The song ended. Steve rewound the tape. It started up again.

He needed Kate now more than ever.

“Of fucking course I’m not. I’m just not some gross asshole that goes around telling everyone who’ve I’ve fucked. It’s called being a decent guy.”

“It’s called being a prude. Now, c’mon. Tell me who’ve you fucked. Maybe we’re tunnel buddies.”

Steve wanted to throw up. Kate was on the moors again.

“You’re disgusting. Tunnel buddies. How gross can you even get?”

“I hope that’s a rhetorical question.”

“I don’t know what that means and you’re a shithead.”

Hargrove tossed his head back and laughed, showing off those teeth that looked like they could take a chunk out of Steve’s flesh if Billy got close enough to try.

You had a temper like my jealousy. Too hot, too greedy.

“Seriously, though.” Billy had stopped laughing. “What is this shit?”

“She’s Kate Bush and she speaks to my heart.”

Billy just stared at him.

Yeah, that was a pretty pussy thing to say.

“I just got fucking dumped, dude. Let me be sad about it,” Steve backpedaled.

And then Billy did something very unexpected.

Well, he did something very normal for his character, and then he did something unexpected.

He lit up a cigarette.

And then passed it to Steve.

Steve filled up his lungs with a thick drag of smoke. He held it for as long as he could.

Which was really long.

Swimmer’s lungs. And that.

He blew out the smoke. Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window.

“Is this fucking song based on Wuthering Heights?”

“Yeah, you dumb dumb. It’s fucking called Wuthering Heights.”

“Okay, dumb dumb, I clearly don’t even know this song.”

“Maybe you’d be less of an ass if you did. Dumb dumb.”

Billy lit a cigarette for himself, letting the smoke trail out of his mouth like he was some kind of dragon.

Billy probably fancies himself a dragon. Thinks he’s this big scary creature that just goes around breathing fire and ransacking villages for their gold.

Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely on the other side from you. I pine a lot, I find the lot falls through without you.

Really, he’s probably like a dog of some kind.

Domesticated.

“You’re staring at me.”

Yeah. Steve was staring at him. Watching him smoke while Kate Bush played loudly. The speakers still sounded like shit even though Billy had turned down the song considerably.

Steve didn’t know when he had stopped crying.

Probably right when Billy had let himself into his cave of self pity, but his face was still wet.

He wiped it off, not pointing out that Billy had been staring at him too.

“Why are you here so late? Practice ended like, an hour ago.”

Billy shrugged lamely. He kinda looked like a little kid.

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window.

“Bored. Didn’t feel like being home.”

“So you came to sit in the break-up mobile with me. How nice.”

“Mostly I just wanted to make fun of you for listening to this garbage. I could hear it across the lot.”

And sure enough, Billy’s car was parked a good ways down from Steve, about as far away as their two cars could be from one another.

Steve doubts Billy heard Kate all this way, but what’s he gonna do, bring that up?

No. He’s rather sit in this weird silence that settled between them, feeling awkward about himself and his body and listen to Kate.

I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering, Wuthering Heights

“She’s not worht it, y’know.”

Steve had to do a double take to make sure it was still Billy sitting in his passenger seat, and not some cheap imposter wearing a Billy-suit and saying almost nice things to Steve in a not-mean voice.

“What’d you say earlier? Plenty of bitches in the sea?” Steve would’ve laughed at that comment when Billy made it if they weren’t naked together.

There’s something things you don’t do while naked with another guy, and laughing just isn’t one of them.

Plus, he had been a little too focused on figuring out why Billy’s nudity had given him that same hot feeling that nearly seeing Rob Lowe’s dick in The Outsiders movie gave him last year.

“I mean, it’s true. Don’t sweat this break-up. She seemed like an uptight bitch anyway.”

“Hey.”

Steve was still a little too sore, a little too fresh from the split to trash talk Nance like that.

“Whatever. Get high. Look at some porn. You’ll be fine.”

Ooh, let me have it. Let me grab your soul away.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Silence again.

Kate was back to the chorus.

The song was almost over.

“You could always go on the rebound. get her out of your mind with someone that’ll actually put out.”

Hargrove had barely even said it before he was yanking Steve forward, giving him no time to prepare as their mouthed smooshed together in something that was very very awkward, and very very sloppy.

Steve still had tears on his cheeks, and his cigarette was getting dangerously close to the filter, threatening to burn his fingers, and Kate was still singing, and Billy was kissing him, and dear God Steve’s at least a little bit gay.

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window.

They drifted apart from one another just in time for Steve to rewind the song again.

“So, uh, yeah,” Billy said, and his cheeks were this wonderful shade of red, and Steve couldn’t stop thinking about Kate’s red dress and that fucking kiss and he was on the moors again, but this time he and Billy were making out in the grass and oh fuck, oh fuck-

“Yeah. Good.”

“Good?” Billy raised on of those dark eyebrows at him, his cheeks still burning.

“Good. Very good.”

Billy nodded a few times, sucking on his cigarette. Steve suddenly remembered he had dropped his on the floormates and tried to stamp it out before it got singed to bad.

“Okay then. Good.” Billy opened the passenger door, stepping out and flicking away his cigarette. He seemed to think for a moment, before turning around, leaning his upper body into Steve’s car.

Steve thought they were going to kiss again.

He was ready to go for it, ready to let his eyes close and maybe let it lead to more. He was Cathy and he was ready for some action.

But Billy just grinned again.

And skipped the song.

#yes i know when nancy and steve break up billys only been in town for like three days but its my fic and ill make up a timeline if i want to #yeah i call people dumb dumb all the fucking time so i had to put it in #this idea came from me listening to this song on a loop for fifteen minutes in the parking lot before work and crying before going in to wor #k #also i've never read wuthering heights everything i know abt it is from the song and this one fic i read that mentioned it #also the way that this is probably technically a song fic #i hate it #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #this is so self indulgent omg

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 3 years

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Psycho Analysis: Suicide Squad Team A

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS! Seriously, as soon as you click that read more, you’re gonna be smacked with SPOILERS! Don’t say I didn’t give you ample warning this time!)

The world’s in danger yet again, and Amanda Waller is in need of some expendable forces to take on some dirty jobs in the name of preserving peace. Last time she did this, it seems like she hired the wrong people. Nice guy Will Smith Deadshot? Bland, boring Killer Croc? El Diablo, who became attached to a bunch of reprobates after spending a couple hours with them? The only one who was useful in that squad was Katana. She had their backs, could cut all of them in half with one sword stroke just like mowing the lawn, and her sword traps the souls of its victims. Unfortunately, she was decidedly not expendable, so what is a girlboss like Waller to do?

Easy: Assemble a brand new squad of criminals to do the dirty work. Harley and Boomerang are the only ones she brought back, because let’s be real, they’re the only ones we give a damn about. Filling out the rest of the squad are the stoic, craggy crackshot Savant; the handsome, German spear-thrower Javelin; the alien warrior Mongal; the frothing, psychotic animal Weasel; the confident and all-powerful TDK; and Blackguard, who is literally just a guy. Together, this team gets deployed to Corto Maltese to do what no one else can do, and with skills like theirs, they are absolutely unstoppable!

They all fucking die before the opening credits.

Motivation/Goals: Considering the goal of the squad is to shave time off their prison sentences by going on the mission, it’s ostensibly the reason every single one of these goons accepted the job. Savant and Weasel are pretty well established in this regard; we get to focus on Savant for much of the opening, so we can get a sense of him, and Weasel is stated to have murdered no less than 27 children. So, yeah, they need to do this mission.

The rest, though? Who knows! Why are Mongal, Javelin, and TDK in prison? How did they even get an alien like Mongal? What did they do to land in the position they’d need to go on a suicide mission? Why doesn’t this movie have flashy, intrusive cards explaining everything to us in a throwaway gag in a montage?!

Blackguard, at least, has some other motivation. He sold out the entire squad to the military of Corto Maltese, which is why they’re ambushed. Now, there’s actually some ambiguity here: Did he do this of his own volition, and was this a complete surprise, or is it, as it is heavily implied, all part of Waller’s plan and she let this happen as a diversion for the other team to get in unnoticed?

Honestly, though, it doesn’t matter what their goals are. They’re all dead within five minutes of the movie starting, with one exception.

Performance: So, the reason these guys are even worth talking about is because, despite their minuscule screentime, all of their actors manage to cram in enough humor and characterization that they’re all pretty fun and likable. Michael Rooker is as stony and stoic as ever as Savant (until he hilariously isn’t), Flula Borg’s Javelin is really sweet and charming in his interactions with Harley, and Pete Davidson’s Blackguard is just amazingly douchey and pathetic. Special mention goes to Nathan Fillion’s TDK, who has an utterly endearing and unwavering faith in his astoundingly crappy ability to… detach his arms. It’s honestly kind of beautiful. Then there’s Weasel as portrayed by Sean Gunn, who is just a hilarious crackhead of an animal man.

Final Fate: Literally every single one of them die horribly thanks to Blackguard’s betrayal. He’s the first to go, because as soon as he walks out saying “Hey guys, it’s me, the one who contacted you!” he literally has his face blasted clean off. The rest go soon after. Mongal, in one of the most astounding moments of idiocy I’ve ever seen, leaps on a helicopter despite Rick Flag telling her specifically not to. Her weight and strength send it careening out of control, which leads to it shredding Captain Boomerang to bits before exploding, burning her alive as she painfully screams and writhes in agony. TDK gets his arms shot into Swiss cheese, leading to him bleeding out since even detached they still are part of him. Javelin is also shot, but gets a dying moment with Harley where he passes her Checkov’s Javelin. Finally, after witnessing all of this carnage, Savant completely loses his shit and tries to swim away, leading to Waller blowing his head up.

You may be wondering what happened to Weasel. He appears to drown as soon as the Squad deploys, because despite being actually smart in this movie, Waller forgot to make sure everyone on the Squad could swim. Thankfully, this lovable child-murdering crackhead rodent was just sleeping, and wakes up in the first credit scene.

Best Scene: Obviously, it’s their one and only scene. It’s a magnificent slaughter that puts the X-Force scene from Deadpool 2 to shame.

Final Thoughts & Score: I’ve gotta hand it to James Gunn. Even though these losers are only onscreen for a few minutes, they all get to cram a lot of charm and personality into that time, to the point it’s actually kind of sad seeing them all die. It’s a beautiful mix of comedy and tragedy. Since their screentime is so limited, though, I’m mostly going to be grading them on style, performance, and so on rather than on villainy like normal. They are all bad guys, as they don’t really get a chance to redeem themselves like the other Squad, so I’m still counting them as villains, which means they could potentially score above an 8 (which is the highest score I’m willing to give heel-face turn villains, because they end up being better as characters in general than as villains).

I’m also not going to talk about Boomerang (I’ll talk about him when I review the original Squad) or Harley (because she not only lives, but deserves her own solo Psycho Analysis). Now here we go, from best to worst:

TDK

If you thought anyone but TDK would get top marks, you’re sadly mistaken. Seeing Nathan Fillion proudly wield the insanely lame power to detach his arms to lightly tap soldiers on the head and gently grab their guns is a sight I never knew I needed to see until this movie. The fact he just seems so darn proud about this power that he doesn’t even bother to use in any way that would be remotely useful is honestly really endearing. Frankly, the sheer fact they adapted Arms-Fall-Off Boy in any way is enough for me to give him a 10/10.

Weasel

Weasel is just disgustingly delightful. He’s just a horrible, nasty, ugly little bastard… But he’s kind of adorable? He clearly has no idea where he is at any given time and is just so goddamn freaky that I can’t help but love him. The fact that, despite being a character who in the comics is noteworthy only for dying on his first mission with the Squad, he manages to survive the entire movie is pretty impressive. Hopefully he comes back in the future, but either way he gets an 8/10 from me.

Javelin

Honestly, aside from Boomerang, his death stung the most. He’s just so cute and charming, and he doesn’t even get to fling his javelin at anyone! Thankfully, he passes it on to Harley, and boy does she ever get to use it! He’s so cute, I have to give him an 8/10. I just wish we got more of him.

Savant

Savant is just an absolutely hilarious bait-and-switch. We follow him through the prologue, with everything seeming to point to him as our main character and the Squad leader. He’s stoic, he’s cranky, and he has impeccable aim… and then we get to the beach and he just freaks the hell out and starts screaming and crying and running away like a little bitch. Seeing Michael Rooker act like he’s shitting his pants after playing a badass like Yondu is just the sort of hilarious subversiveness that James Gunn loves to do when you let him loose. The fact that he looks like, to paraphrase the TVTropes YMMV page for the movie, a “cyberpunk Tommy Wiseau” is the icing on this 7/10 cake.

Blackguard

I was prepared to hate this guy just based on how lame Pete Davidson’s costume was, and you know what? I do hate him. But I love to hate him. He’s just an utterly pathetic scoundrel and a coward, true to his name. The fact he is the first to die, as just about everyone predicted, and is killed absolutely gruesomely makes any annoyance he could provide moot, and his freeakout over being seated next to Weasel on the plane is actually kind of funny. I was originally going to give him a 6, but you know what? He can have a low 7/10. He’s like the only member of this particular Squad to actually do anything evil, so I gotta give him props for that.

Mongal

Let me make this perfectly clear: I do not blame James Gunn or actress Mayling Ng. I’m not actually mad at either of them for what they chose to do, because it is ultimately hilarious and sad. It suited the narrative of the film, and I’m not actually, genuinely mad.

With all that out of the way, Mongal is one hell of a stupid cunt. It is one thing to cause your own death with your stupidity, it is something else entirely to cause the death of a beloved character with your poorly planned attack. The fact she didn’t take into account how her weight and strength would effect an airborne helicopter makes one wonder if she is really supposed to be based on a character who can take on Superman and live to tell about it.

Let’s compare her to two similar characters to really show how bad she is. Like Blackguard, she is directly responsible for a death on the beach, Blackguard being responsible for everyone by selling them out and leading them into an ambush (and yes, I’m including him as well), and Mongal killing Boomerang with the chopper. The difference is, Blackguard’s betrayal was deliberate, he meant to sell the team out, he was actively doing something evil there, while Mongal killed Boomerang out of sheer idiocy.

Now, let’s compare her to Zeitgeist from the similar bloody massacre that occurred during X-Force’s deployment in Deadpool 2. Like Mongal, he accidentally kills a teammate. The difference is, in the case of Zeitgeist, he only accidentally melted Peter, it was a freak accident, and ultimately it does get undone by the end. Meanwhile, Mongal made a conscious, stupid decision and ended up killing her squadmate with her own idiocy. She sucks, hardcore. I don’t do this lightly, but I’m giving her a 1/10. Villains just don’t get much stupider than her.

I will giver her this, though: the makeup work on her is good. She’s lowkey kinda hot if I’m being honest. But being hot and having good makeup does not a good villain make.

#Psycho Analysis #The Suicide Squad #Savant #Michael Rooker #Javelin #Flula Borg #TDK #Nathan Fillion #Weasel #Sean Gunn #Mongal #Mayling Ng #Blackguard #Pete Davidson

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moonshineboyz · 3 years

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Stupid Sorry || Kim Sunwoo

Pairing: Sunwoo x fem reader

Genre: angst, lovers to exes

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: cheating, Sunwoo is an asshole, tiny tiny bit mention of alcohol??

a/n: sunwoo baby i'm so sorry, ily okay? xjwodowndw i got a little too engaged in this one and it may or may not has been based on some personal experiences,,,

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You should've listened when everyone told you that high school sweethearts not always are meant to last, or that you were too young and naïve to enter a relationship during that time. But you chose to ignore all of it, following what your heart wanted. You were too infatuated with Sunwoo to say 'no' when he asked you out for the first time, fidgeting with his own fingers and trying hard to maintain eye contact with you.

You were part of the same group of friends, even though you didn't talk much to each other back then. But you found yourself head over heels for him since day one. Sunwoo was absolutely handsome and a kind person, his sweet voice echoing in your ears every time he laughed. It was impossible not to fall for him.

And that's how you two ended up dating throughout the years of high school.

Everything was perfect in the beginning; you were always together in between classes and during breaks of his soccer training, sharing small displays of affection and little pecks on the lips. You had lovely dates at cafes, movie theaters and parks whenever it was possible. You felt so happy with him, and he seemed so happy with you too.

All your friends used to gush over how you and Sunwoo were such a cute couple, even daring to say you guys were relationship goals. Everything just felt so right with him, just a simple look into his eyes and it was enough for you to feel just as loved as he was by you.

One year into the relationship already and it was like you were living in a fairytale. But then it happened.

Sunwoo was napping in your bed while you finished a book you were reading; you had come home after your last exam for the semester and Sunwoo promised he'd treat you to some ice cream since you hadn't had much time for each other in the past two weeks. But he said he needed to rest just a little, due to the past late-night trainings with his team. You agreed and offered him your bed.

It wasn't long till his phone started vibrating on your desk, to which you brushed it off at first. But it didn't stop, and then you thought that maybe it could be something important. You grabbed his phone and a female name appeared in the notifications, there were several messages attached to it. Your heart sank. It was the same name as the girl he swore that wasn't his ex but only an old crush of his, and that they didn't even talk anymore.

"Did he lie?" Was all you could think. You couldn't seem to understand if nor even why he would lie about this, you were very open with each other and there wouldn't be a problem for him to tell you about his past lovers, or who they were.

With his phone still on your hand, you glanced at his sleeping figure and back to the screen, wondering if it was okay to take advantage of the fact that you knew each other's passwords. You didn't want to look through his stuff, it was his privacy, you felt bad in doing that but something inside you was screaming to do it. You could already feel the guilt creeping up. His phone vibrated again and it was the last straw for you.

You unlocked the screen and opened the texts, your eyes running through them. She was saying things like "I miss you"; "When are we going to see each other again?"; "It's been such a long time"; and even some suggestive pictures from her. The worst part was that your boyfriend was responding to the girl, flirting back, saying he missed her too.

You didn't even realize when you fell to the floor on your knees, hands shaking almost dropping the cellphone. Putting the item aside, the shock consuming your body, you sat there in the middle of your room, hugging your knees close to your chest while tears were starting to blur your vision, and you let them out. Crying so much but trying hard not to sob loudly so Sunwoo wouldn't wake up. Heart miles per hour and mind a total mess. For how long has this been happening?

It was hurting so bad, like a thousand knives cutting through your chest. You didn't know what to do. You didn't know what to think. Should you break up and end everything after confronting him? And how should you do it? What should you ask exactly? Even though it was painful, part of you didn't want to break up. You knew it was ridiculous to not want to do that, to not want to put yourself in the first place, but you didn't want to be alone. Sunwoo was the first guy who showed any interest in you and you felt like the only girl in the world. And not to mention, you didn't want to have to tell your parents and friends the reason why you two broke up. What would your parents say about it? And your friends? Your family liked Sunwoo so much, he was already part of it, and both you and Sunwoo had mutual friends. You didn't want to go through it.

The young boy eventually woke up to you pacing around with heavy steps, he looked at you confused and called out your name, making you jump startled. You rubbed your eyes wiping the remaining tears and faced him, waiting for him to say anything while you thought of what to say, heart beating fast again. He let out a "Baby, what's wrong?", and you felt sick at the nickname. Tossing the phone on his lap you asked who was that girl and "What the fuck does that mean?", chocked voice trying to sound firm.

Sunwoo immediately approached you dropping to his knees and holding your waist, his teary eyes looking up at you while he mumbled a lot of apologies, saying he didn't know why he was doing that and begging you not to leave him. You could only stare back at the wall in front of you, a blank and expressionless face. He hugged you even tighter burying his crying face in your belly. You wanted to scream, to yell at his face. You wanted to be swallowed by a hole in the ground and just disappear. But you couldn't even move, just listening to his lame excuses and stupid "I'm sorry"s, his voice sounding far away.

After demanding him to go and leave you alone, you let your body fall on the softness of your mattress, where he was just a few minutes earlier and his scent was still there on your pillow, which made your heart hurt even more. You hugged your pillow and cried your eyes out, until your head started to ache and you fell asleep.

On the next day you met Sunwoo and he swore he didn't do anything with the girl, it was just texts, and yes that was his ex. Didn't matter how you looked into it, it still counted as cheating for you. But you decided to give him another chance anyway, because as you stated to yourself, you didn't want to be alone. However, the time that followed wasn't easy, at least not for you. You still felt bittersweet towards all that situation and your stomach almost churned every time he touched you or looked into your eyes saying he loved you. But it was nothing like that to Sunwoo, he never mentioned the occurred and acted as if nothing had happened.

Everything was seemingly back to normal and you were living in your fairytale once again. You could ignore that fact easier now, even though there were still times where you'd catch yourself wondering if you lacked in anything for Sunwoo. He knew very well how insecure you were, how you were afraid of him finding someone better and prettier. You always thought he deserved better and questioned what had he seen in you, and he'd say he loved you to the moon and back, that you were oh so beautiful and you were his only one. You also knew some of his own insecurities, but you just couldn't care less about other guys when you had Sunwoo.

But even though he was aware of your fears, low self-esteem and lack of confidence, it happened again.

You thought of spending the soccer training's break with your boyfriend since your class got dismissed earlier. And there he was, sitting on the side bench with one of his teammates, their backs facing you as you approached them. It seemed like they were arguing and something the other guy said made you stop in your tracks.

"Okay, but if you tell my girlfriend about me, I'm telling Y/N you kissed my sister at my party last week. I don't think she'll like that."

Your world collapsed for the second time; you could almost hear the sound of your own barely mended heart shattering again. Not wanting to believe it. You already knew that feeling but it felt way more painful in the second time.

You were still frozen when Sunwoo looked back and saw you standing there, his eyes widening. You only scoffed at him and turned to get out of there before he could even move towards you. But he was faster and reached you, grabbing your wrist to make you face him.

Silence.

He stared into your eyes for what felt like a whole hour until you snapped and yelled at him to get away from you. You didn't notice the tears rolling down your cheeks as you angrily stared back at him. The boy started weeping trying to hold your hands as he kept on babbling about being drunk at the party and saying he was sorry. "Another stupid sorry", you thought. It was comic how he believed that shedding some tears and mumbling halfhearted apologies were enough to make everything alright.

That night you cried yourself to sleep once more, ignoring all his texts and calls from the moment you stepped into your house. The hurt was so much that even your body experienced physical pain.

You spent the entire following week pretending you were too sick to get out of bed, but the truth was that you didn't want to face Sunwoo and any of your friends. Every day felt like a torture, you woke up with swollen eyes and a massive headache due to crying so much, crying over someone who didn't deserve your tears, let alone any piece of your attention. And you knew that. But you still were too pathetic to let go.

If it was hurting that much, if you knew you should just walk away, then why were you still holding onto it? It wasn't even the first time. Why even bother to stay in an already broken relationship like that? Only because you didn't want to be alone? To feel lonely? To be ashamed by the other's reactions? Especially now that you'd given him another chance before and were planning on giving one more?

Unfortunately, you couldn't deny that you loved Sunwoo. But God was it painful to love him. You didn't know if you could blindly trust him like before, but you were too deep in love with him to care. Even if it hurt.

After a whole week avoiding any and every source of contact with him, you finally sat down to listen, although you shouldn't, already cursing yourself for being in this situation again.

Sunwoo told the same lame excuses, one more time saying he didn't know what he was doing, blaming the alcohol, and that the kiss meant nothing because he still loved you. To be honest you barely even listened, just wishing to go back and pretend you had a beautiful relationship where he was very loyal and honest to you.

And so you did.

You went back to your classes next morning swearing you had a really bad flu the past week and no one seemed to doubt it. Great. You and Sunwoo were acting like lovebirds again and everything looked fine.

This time you were feeling kind of numb and didn't cry every night, but obviously this didn't mean your heart wasn't broken. You wondered how he could be so insecure like you, saying he was also afraid of some more interesting guy getting your attention but still, he was the one who cheated. Twice. Or at least you thought it was twice.

Honestly the time that passed from the second heartbreak was quite okay, Sunwoo did everything you wanted to do, treating you well and telling you sweet things. But it didn't last long.

It was scary the fact that he never felt distant for you to suspect anything, not even in the two other times and not even now. He could manage this character so well, acting all nice and sweet but doing you dirty behind your back. Apparently, he wasn't that transparent and easy to read as you were, you couldn't see through him. He was like a foggy mirror. Not even a glass window, but a mirror, only reflecting your own image because you just couldn't see his true self. And you realized it a bit too late.

This was what you were thinking right now, seeing Sunwoo seated on a bench in the park both of you used to go to have your favorite ice cream. Under the moonlight, ready to kiss this girl, face too close, hand on her chin just like the way he always did to you. You didn't know your heart could break even more.

This time you were even seeing him shamelessly cheating on you, and you wished you didn't because it hurt so damn much. But in a way you felt thankful you were aware of this trashy behavior of his, or else you wouldn't give much credit when a random guy you've never seen messaged you in your social media saying he believed his girlfriend, which happened to be Sunwoo's classmate, was cheating on him with your boyfriend. And you wanted to see it for yourself even more after the guy told he checked the girl's phone location, went to the park and actually saw them.

"Are you done making a fool of me?"

He pulled away quickly from the girl and got up, looking at you with those fake pleading eyes saying the typical "That's not what you think it is", but you knew it was. You stared at him coldly, chewing on your bottom lip to suppress your tears. The girl quietly got up mumbling something you didn't care to listen and left.

Sunwoo took a step closer and that was when you finally broke into tears, filled with anger and sadness. You pointed a finger at him asking how could he do such a thing. Running your fingers through your hair in frustration, you took a deep breath, tired of dealing with his bullshit.

"Let's break up."

"What? But we're fine." You scoffed at this; he must had been kidding.

"No, Sunwoo, we're not fine. I'm not fine. It's enough, I'm tired." He tried to hold your hand but you pulled it. "Do you even care about how you hurt me? Have you ever been honest with me for once?"

"Oh, you want me to be honest? Fine, I'll be honest with you." He furrowed his brows. "You know that first month we started dating? I cheated on you twice. Why? Because I didn't know if what he had was going to last."

And then it hit you like a truck, more than you've ever imagined. A pain that could dilacerate you. Sure neither of you knew whether or not it'd work out, but the scene of Sunwoo shyly asking you out replayed in your head. And then on your first date he confessed he'd already been in love with you for quite some time, and you felt so happy. If he was that in love, wasn't he supposed to at least give his best and try to make the relationship work?

You looked at him in disbelief. So this was his true self? He wasn't even sorry, never had been.

Glaring into his boba eyes for the last time, your entire relationship flashed in your mind. The shared sweet kisses, shy smiles and lovingly glances, the small dates and slow dances in the quiet of his room. Everything now destroyed.

"Don't ever talk to me again." You gulped feeling a lump in your throat, not having any more strength to argue with him.

You turned your back and began to walk away, tears falling from your eyes again.

Sunwoo didn't say his stupid sorry this time.

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sohnswoo · 2 years

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MIDNIGHT CONFESSIONS

pairing: LEESEO x GN!Reader

genre: fluff - pure fluff, blushes everywhere

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Basically it was a pretty normal day for you and Leeseo. Being friends with her since middle school was something you really cherished. You cherished your friendship a lot. Maybe a little tooo much. In fact, you may or maybe have not developed a little crush on her. You haven‘t told her about that though. And you‘re also not planning on doing since it could ruin everything for the both of you. You‘re also not ready to get rejected or anything else. However, you would be relieved if she accepts your confession if ever.

You wouldn‘t even be able to recall how your crush actually started. Or well happened. You guys would be pretty touchy and cuddly towards each other since the early stage of your friendship. You guys would even hold hands, act like a married couple and your friends would tease you for it. You would cuddle into each other when watching a movie – regardless where, it could be at the cinema or at your home or even at her dorm. Sometimes the members would look at you with some cheeky grins on their faces only to get smacked with a pillow thrown by Leeseo. Most of the time you would get flustered and blush but cover it up right before Leeseo could notice it. But yea thats how your friendship developed into something…..else.

Back to reality. You guys were at IVE‘s dorm watching a pretty lame movie. A rom-com to be exact. Leeseo and you would cuddle up together as usual with your arms hanging loosely around her. Every now and then you notice Leeseo is cuddling into you more and more which you thought was never possible. You would blush instantly by the thought of her cuddling into you. You need to fight the urge to pull her even more closer. You think to yourself that you need to keep it cool, that you‘re not allowed to, it could ruin your friendship you remember. So you stay put and let her do her thing. However, your blushing would only get worse from time to time and somewhen during a intense scene, Leeseo would look away and maybe looks at you. You‘re noticing that she moved her head but would try to ignore it and continue watching. Bad idea. She would notice that there‘s a bright shade of pink on your cheeks and would ask you „Yooo, I didn‘t know that a kissing scene could make you blush so hard! Are you alright“ You would move your gaze to her and tell her sheepishly that it‘s not because of the scenario happening in the movie but because of something else. She would be confused and thinks about the possible reason and would laugh, making you look at her with wide eyes. Oh shit. I d-I said nothing wrong, right???? „YOU‘RE BLUSHING AGAIN AND THIS TIME YOU‘RE NOT EVEN LOOKING AT THE TV AT ALL!“ she would say, making the other members jump and Liz even pretending to have a heart attack by the sudden outburst of the youngest member. „I- I‘m going to use the bathroom real quick. I‘ll be right back“

You would rush to the bathroom to hide and would yourself make yourself comfortable on the toilet seat. No, you weren‘t actually going to use the toilet. You only wanted to safe yourself from even more embarassment. You got up and stared at yourself in the mirror to only get face to face with a bright red you. She managed to make you blush. Infront of her members! Well done, Leeseo. You would gasp and are shocked how loud it apparently was. „Y/N, are you okay???! Don‘t tell me that you‘re having a heart attack like Liz-unnie had a while ago!“ „HEY THATS NOT TRUE BUT YOU HAD THE NERVE TO YELL YOUR LUNG OUT OUT OF NOWHERE AND SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME???“ The next thing that followed was bickering between the two youngest members.

When you decided that it would be time to face them again, you check yourself again in the mirror in hope of the blush vanishing and looking like the usual you again. It looked normal, you thought. But was it though? You‘re not sure if you want to face them again after Leeseo calling you out for blushing. After thinking about it you would make your way out of the bathroom and straight to the living room again. To your surprise, only Leeseo was there while the other members must have gone to their rooms, you thought. When sitting down, Leeseo would look at you and would start a conversation. „The others went to their room. They said they were tired and want to go to sleep. So what do you want to do now?“ She would give you her bright smile.

While thinking of what to do next, you decided to give it a shot. „W-Well there is something. I m-mean, there is something i would like to say.“ Please don‘t blush now. Please. But how could you not when Leeseo was coming closer to you, maybe some inches away from your face. „Hm? What is it? Oh! I think I know! Gulp. Please no- DONT TELL ME YOU FIGUR- „You probably want to tell me why you blushed earlier, right?“ She would take her hand into hers and draws lines on it. OOOOf, you would think. At the same time you‘re relieved that you still have the chance to tell her. „Y-Yes, thats right. Haha. Soooo, before I tell you, promise me not to laugh but take it serious, alright?“ She would look at you confused but still has your palm right in her own hand. „Yes of course, why shouldn‘t I?“ Okay, so lets go. After praying really fast for not looking like a damn idiot afterwards I went on, „Alright, so. Leeseo, you know, we‘ve been friends for a while now. Right?“ She nods at your comment and tells you indirectly to go on which you do. „So umm yea, ohhh fuck, MAN THIS IS SO HARD BUT WELL, I maybe developed a crush on you. I know that you only see me as a friend and I completely understand but yea, I really like being around you. I like having you around as well. I think i fell in love with you, Leeseo-“ you would stare at her. She looks at you and lets go of your hand. Shit. I Knew I shouldn‘t have done it. I better leave.

After glancing at her to look for an answer, she would reach out her hand and you take it. „Oof, I really didn‘t think you would have the guts to say what I actually wanted to tell you a while ago. I should be mad at you for confessing first but I think I can live with that“ You would be the puzzled one now. What? Did she just indirectly say that she likes – loves – this is a strong word, I mean fell in love with me, too? I was staring at her like an idiot now. But Leeseo didn‘t mind. In fact, she came closer and closed the space between us by giving me a peck. She laughed at my reaction and went back to her cool-self. „So, when are we having our first date?“ She made you flustered again. The only difference? Leeseo was your girlfriend now.

#ive #ive scenario #fluff #sohnswoo #leeseo #leeseo scenario

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How They Met (Part 1)

*Y/N's Point Of View*

Being an actress people think I have a super happening life. They probably think I am always out shopping for designer clothes and expensive jewelry or in a bar or posh restaurant with my elite friend circle or something like that. While yes, I do have some famous and rich friends and I sometimes do buy stuff for exorbitant rates, I also have days where I find myself alone in my house, feeling spiritless and bored as fuck. These days I am feeling lonely more than I normally do.

Today was one of those days. Everything around me was seeming so...mundane and colourless. I just came back from a photoshoot for some rubbish magazine I don't give a flying fuck about and now I was sat on my grey couch, that I had bought a few weeks ago, browsing through Netflix, desperately hoping to find some appealing movie that I hadn't already watched. The weather was equally depressing. The sky was grey and it was raining cats and dogs. Ugh...I wish I had a boyfriend. Somebody to hold hands with and cuddle. Somebody to give me company.

Now don't get me wrong, I have wonderful friends who love me to death and I feet the same about them. But having friends isn't the same as having a boyfriend. So here I am, simply daydreaming away while some lucky girl is having a little meet cute with her soulmate.

Way to go Y/N!

When I, after searching for approximately an hour, didn't find any movie to watch, I gave up and just stared out the window at the grey sky. Suddenly, my phone rang and I saw my close friend Jenny's name. I picked up and said a rather humdrum hello to her.

She said "Hey girl! What's up?" in an animated way.

"Nothing at all. Just getting bored to death." I replied

"Gosh, you're so overdramatic!" she said. "Anyway, I called you to remind you of my birthday party next week. If you don't come I'll kill you." she continued.

"Will there be any cute guys there?" I asked, still pretty uninterested expecting a vague or lame answer from her.

"Of course!" she squeaked in her high pitched voice.

"Wait, is Harry Styles going to be there? Can you set me up with him if he is" I gushed out and now feeling embarrassed of my eagerness. The thing is, Harry Styles was my school crush and though now I am not as obsessed with him like I used to be, I still kind of like him. It suddenly clicked to me that Jenny happens to be friends with Harry, though they aren't very close, they are close enough for me to ask.

"I haven't invited him, I didn't even think of him while making the guest list. Sorry honey." she said slowly and sorrily. Suddenly all of my eagerness turned back into listlessness.

Of course she didn't, what were you thinking? You don't even have a chance.

"It's fine. It was foolish to think I had a chance. Life can't be that nice to me, can she? Anyway, don't worry. It's ok. I didn't have a chance." I finished lamely to keep her from feeling bad, it wasn't her fault.

She sighed and then said "Wait, I think I can still invite him. Don't know if he'll end up coming but I can try." she said sweetly. Gosh, she is so nice, I thought to myself.

"No no. You don't need to do all this for me. I'll live without dating Harry Styles, don't worry girl." I joked.

"You have been so lonely lately and I know about your crush on him, this is the least I can do for you. You have always been there for me, and this is nothing,"

"You're too nice. I am really grateful." I said meaning every word of my sentence.

"Aww you're too cute."

I smiled

"Oh and can you please not tell him how I acted so eager and keen to meet him and forced you to invite him? Just tell him you want to set him up with me, that's it. Please?" I said in order to prevent myself from looking desperate in front of Harry Styles.

"First of all, you didn't force me and secondly, don't worry I won't tell him." she said

"Oh you're the best. I love you!"

She let out of a light chuckle and said "Love you too! Ok, I need to go now. Bye!"

"Bye." I said and cut the call.

I felt this sense of euphoria after the call. The slight possibility of me dating Harry Styles just made me feel in a way I can't describe using adjectives. I felt like an 8th grader when she finds out her crush may ask her out. I knew that he probably won't come since he lives in London and the party is in LA. Even I live in London though I grew up in India where I am originally from but I have to stay in LA and New York a lot for my movie shoots. Harry was much more older than I was but I didn't care. I am an adult free to do whatever and age is just a number.

I prayed to God hoping Harry was single and comes to the party and falls for me. Desperate, I know but I really felt alone and needed a guy. And I would be more than ecstatic if that guy was Harry Styles. He just seemed the best. It wasn't just his looks, he was so nice to people and so funny.

Life, be nice to me one more time.....please.

Masterlist | Part 2

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Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this. I am incredibly sorry for the lame finishing and making this part so uninteresting. This is my first time writing and I promise I'll get better with time and practice. The next part hopefully be much more interesting and our two protagonists will finally meet or will they? (Cheeky smirk) Guess only time will tell. Everyone, please reblog, follow and share this and help me expand my blog. And bear along with me. I promise the story will get better from here. Also, Harry and Y/N's age gap is 11 years, in this story he is 32 and Y/N who is a distinguished, acclaimed and renowned actress is 21. Don't judge, it's my imagination at the end of the day. And Ayesha is not my real name, it's my pseudonym. If you have any suggestions, questions, feedback, advice or concept please don't hesitate to send them. Thank you once again for reading this.

Lots of love!

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles writing #harry styles imagine #harry styles fandom #Indian!y/n #India

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biomic · 2 years

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well i've now watched all the child's play movies (minus the remake because lol), clearly one of my finer achievements. here are my thots

child's play - didn't actually rewatch this one just bc i've seen it multiple times in the past and the major plot beats are still fresh in my mind. it's a classic, we know this

child's play 2 - was kinda blown away by how much i was nostalgic over this one. i've never thought of it as an iconic movie of my youth, i don't even know if i saw it more than once or twice, but i was remembering every scene super clearly. super fun movie to revisit, anchored by andy and kyle's genuinely sweet bond and brad dourif getting to chuck it up from the start. the final showdown in the toy factory? utterly iconic in the genuine sense of the word

child's play 3 - this movie was so aggressively nothing. apparently they rushed this whole production out in under a year and god does it show. it tries to differentiate itself by being set at a military school but those tropes bore me to tears. chucky's settled into more of a comedic character, but the story's still playing itself serious, so his one-liners just come off as corny and lame rather than campy fun. and my GOD do the kills suck complete ass in this one. half of them are chucky killing people indirectly, like replacing paint guns with real bullets. that'd be a scary idea if this were a normal military movie, but it's not the kind of the thing that keeps me on the edge of my seat in a killer doll flick. it's just a very uninspired sequel, the only one in the franchise i'd call stale

bride of chucky - MASTERPIECE. the screamification of late 90s horror did this one a lot of good, and jennifer tilly as tiffany is the best thing to happen to this franchise. i wasn't even annoyed by katherine heigl in this movie! a feat i thought impossible in a post-grey's anatomy world. it's definitely my favorite of the bunch, seeing chucky and tiffany bounce off each other as the world's most dysfunctional homicidal couple is just way too fun

seed of chucky - they literally named this movie Chucky's Cum. so this wasn't as bad as i was expecting, but i can't really say it's Good either. a big sticking point for a lot of fans is the portrayal of glen/da's genderfluidity, and while i get why people felt it was in bad taste, i wasn't personally bothered by it. i mean, for a gross-out horror comedy about killer dolls from 2004, certain parts felt almost progressive in a weird way. i dunno, depends on how much you can line up with this movie's wavelength i guess. still, i could've done without a lot of the piss gags and chucky jerking off. this movie's saving grace? jennifer tilly playing herself acting alongside tiffany as a doll. i was losing my shit the entire time they interacted, huge brained shit truly

curse of chucky - if bride is how to do a revamp, this is how to go back to basics. this was the first chucky movie i had never seen before (most of the other ones i caught on tv 15ish years ago), and damn was it refreshing. going back to a more suspenseful horror tone where chucky doesn't talk for the first half of the movie was a huge risk, but it really paid off. im not scared of dolls, but the redesign they gave him genuinely hits just the right level of uncanny valley to freak me out for the first time in the entire series. don mancini's skill as a director got a huge upgrade from last time, and the end result is a really cool gothic horror movie featuring chucky. loved it. nica pierce best final girl 2k13

cult of chucky - THEY MADE CHUCKY A HOT WOMAN :( this film is absolutely fucking BONKERS and i completely dug it. i was a bit hesitant about the movie being set in a psychiatric hospital, but aside from a few dodgy portrayals i think they managed to mostly avoid the whole "ooooh aren't mentally ill people ~scary~" deal. this one for sure had the gnarliest kills in the whole series, im not that affected by gore in horror movies but i was wincing and looking away multiple times in this one. by the time you get to the multiple chuckies and nica getting possessed, you can just tell they were having a blast making this one, and it's infectious

when i started going through these i didn't know how i'd feel about them, i just wanted to be caught up for the show, but the experience has been pleasantly surprising. with don mancini having creative control over every film since its inception, there's a level of consistency here that can't be said for, i don't know, whatever the hell texas chainsaw's been trying to do since the original. but he's also not afraid to experiment and try out new things, so the series is able to maintain its identity without getting stale. this was a great time, and im super excited for the show now!

#kendrix morgan died for our sins #child's play for ts

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early2000smovieimagines · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating Cady Heron

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You obviously met Cady when she moved to town and started going to your school. You weren’t in any of her classes so you didn’t know about her until lunch time came around and a new red head bobbed it’s way through the crowd.

- You watched with pity as she searched the intimidating landscape before your eyes locked. Ever the empath, you kept her gaze and gave a small smile as she somewhat timidly approached. And thus, you became Cadys first American friend.

-While it may not be the greatest thing to go through, at the end of the day I think the whole plastic situation has to happen to Cady, except this time, what's really spurring her on is the fact that Regina George bullied you.

- Truth be told, it all started out as good fun between Cady, Janis, Damien, and subsequently you; but then Cady saw how Regina treated you and it became personal.

- Cady was starting to realize she had a serious thing for you; something she never expected since she hadn’t ever thought of herself as dating a girl, so seeing you getting insulted and pushed around made her really commit to her plan. She was going to destroy Regina and the rest of the plastics, and she was gonna do it for you.

- Except, things don’t always go as planned, do they? No, Cady got carried away, and in her efforts to help and avenge you, she only hurt you in the process.

- Somewhere in the middle of her plans, she’d nervously word vomited and told you about her feelings and to her surprise you’d accepted them happily. The two of you became a secret item and that only made her feel the need to work even harder at her revenge plot.

- Well, you know how the rest of the story goes, she starts blowing you off constantly, “has to” talk bad about you to the other plastics, and gets completely lost in her efforts.

- See, she’d ignore you all day and then she’d show up late at your house acting like a, well, …a plastic. It was one of those nights when your relationship took a turn for the worse.

- She’d told you earlier that day that she couldn’t hang out with you, but then she’d arrived at your house at eleven o’clock when your parents were out on a date, prancing around in her tight dress and pretending like everything was completely normal.

- You’d went to your room and she’d immediately started to blatantly come onto you. You, still a little upset at her recent behavior, gently pushed her from you and asked what had gotten into her.

- Under other circumstances, you probably wouldn’t have minded the visit or the propositioning. You probably could have even forgotten about your bruised feelings as well, but then she’d asked “what was wrong with you”, tried to kiss you again, and things escalated from there.

- Insults were thrown, accusations were made, and you threw her out of your house before collapsing against your front door in a fit of hot angry tears. It wasn’t long before your new friends; Janis and Damien, could also join your anti Cady Heron club.

- Though you knew you still loved her, you couldn’t deny that she hurt you, and if that person you’d encountered was “the new Cady”, you didn’t want anything to do with her.

- When the burn book surfaces, you aren’t surprised to see a page dedicated to you though the insults are everything you’d already heard so it didn’t exactly hurt your feelings. What did surprise you was that Cady took the fall for it.

- You knew it wasn’t true; at least not fully, but who were you to say anything. Your …girlfriend(?) had dug herself a grave that only she could climb her way out of.

- Alas, you weren’t as heartless as you wished you could be and against your will and better judgement, you found yourself driving to her house after your bullying assembly and asking her if you could talk.

- The two of you spent the next hour talking things out and eventually making up, with her apologizing profusely the entire time. It was easy to se that she felt horrible which made forgiving her just as easy.

- And so, the two of you are back together again and this time it’s for the better in a much nicer high school environment.

- You have a lot of pda in your relationship but it’s rarely things that can be interpreted as being too romantic considering it’s the early 2000s and we know that at that high school, being gay wasn’t good.

- Handholding.

- Long hugs.

- Slow, soft kisses.

- Cheek kisses.

- She loves cuddling. She likes hugging you while resting her head on your chest.

- Inside jokes.

- Teasing each other.

- You know those scenes in movies where couples are play fighting, like slapping each others hands after one steals a fry then proceeding to laugh with each other before kissing? That’s the two of you constantly.

- Wearing her Mathletes jacket.

- Going to all her tournaments.

- She’s got a good memory when it comes to you, she’ll never forget your birthday, anniversary, or any other important things to you.

- Gifts, except this time they aren’t to sabotage your life.

- Teaching her about pop culture and high school life.

- Seeing her adorable excited reactions to recognizing American things: songs, references, etc.

- Getting to hear her stories about living in Africa.

- African terms of endearment. Bokkie, choty goty, poepolletjie, poplap, etc.

- Letting her rant to you. She just can’t shut up when she’s angry.

- She overthinks things when she’s nervous so you try your best to calm her down. She does the same for you whenever you get overwhelmed and worked up.

- She’s really good at comforting you and does so the minute she thinks you look sad or she can tell that somethings hurt you.

- The girlfriend that pulls your skirt/shirt down or brushes your hair back for you when you don’t notice you’re about to be exposed or dip it in something.

- She still has Plastic tendencies so occasionally you’ll catch her saying “love ya” and blowing kisses.

- Going to the mall. You’ll usually drop in and say hi to Janis and Damien.

- Being Damien's wing women and eventually going on double dates with him.

- Study dates.

- Going to the movies together.

- Bowling and roller skating dates.

- Zoo dates.

- Using that walker brothers pancake house gift certificate.

- She isn’t really afraid of potentially making a fool of herself so she’s game to do all the things society deems as “lame” with you.

- Family dinners at her house.

- Her parents are supportive so you’re guaranteed at least one pair of adults who are happy to see you two together.

- Her mother makes the two of you matching bracelets.

- She’s a very jealous girl. Cady hasn’t ever really liked anyone before, she’s also never had a partner before, so seeing you with other boys or girls makes her feel this red hot sort of prickling anger. She plays it cool; knowing she can’t just attack them, but when you’re back at her side, she tries to keep your attention focused solely on her.

- Cady isn’t offensively protective, rather than go after the other person, she hangs back and makes sure you’re okay. She’ll always be at your side, comforting you, shielding you from view and glaring at whoever hurt you. With that being said, she might occasionally have to handle things as though she were in the animal kingdom.

- Making sure people don’t take advantage of her naivety towards American life.

- She word vomits when she's angry so while you don’t fight very often, when you do, she may accidentally say something she doesn’t mean or just let out a mouthful of a rant. One of you will either apologize right then and there or you’ll give each other the silent treatment.

- She’s usually the first one to crack after you’ve had a fight, she just can’t stand you being upset with her. She always gives a genuine apology and asks if things are alright between the two of you; smiling and giving you a hug when you tell her that they are.

- She’s not afraid to tell you she loves you, in fact, she loves saying it. She says it just about every time you say goodbye, and when she’s really happy, and when she just feels the need to.

- In the animal kingdom, few animals mate for life. She hopes that the two of you are among those few.

#mean girls imagine #mean girls headcanons #mean girls imagines #mean girls headcanon #early 2000s movie imagine #cady heron imagine #cady heron headcanons #cady heron headcanon #cady heron imagines

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Willing ︱Yandere Dabi x f!Reader

@riarora asked: “Could you do yandere Dabi x reader where the reader is one of those people who reads yandere fanfic and knows almost everything, including how to get out, but she doesn’t want to, cause it’s weirdly her dream?”

a/n: ahh yes some good ol’ self awareness. thanks for the request bby, i really liked writing this!

warnings: violence, swearing, kidnapping, suggestive themes

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It wasn’t hard to tell where Dabi’s intentions lied.

You’d spent more than enough time indulging yourself in mindless scrolling, reading piece after piece pertaining to a certain genre. One that in reality wasn’t the healthiest, but my god was it ever alluring.

Maybe you were lonely, or just apathetic to the red flags that this behaviour presented. Either way, the developing relationship you had with the man was one that you were all too familiar with.

At first it wasn’t obvious―you disregarded his actions as him shamelessly flirting. Dabi had a habit of pushing your buttons, getting you flustered and squirming under his gaze. You could tell he was enjoying himself, seeing what his words did to you.

Once he got bored of the verbal sentiments it moved on to something much more physical. An arm lazily draped around your shoulder, a grip on your chin forcing you to look at him when you turned away in embarrassment. He seemed to enjoy the temporary fear he placed in you when he came up behind you only to wrap his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you firmly into his chest. Every time he did it took you a moment to register the guilty party, but one glance down at the semi-scarred arms and you knew exactly who had scooped you up. If that wasn’t enough, the hot breath against the shell of your ear as he greeted you would do the trick.

If you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed it was just his personality. The teasing nicknames and lingering stares could be seen as endearing for the most part.

It was when certain attributes bled into the relationship were you able to pick up on the motivation behind his mannerisms.

He had a temper―that much was obvious.

It was never a problem until you idly mentioned in passing conversation that you were saving up money to move away for college. He just...stopped. You thought he didn’t hear you, but not a moment later and he was laughing at you.

“The fuck do you need college for doll? You know that shit is a fucking scam.”

To be fair you never thought he’d have such a strong opinion. As far as you knew you were just some side chick he’d like to mess with when he was bored.

“Well I can’t just keep a dead end job forever. I’d like to move on eventually―meet new people, make better money, y’know…”

The two of you were at his apartment, your back turned to him as you made something to drink in the kitchen. You jumped slightly as one arm wrapped around your waist, the other coming to rest atop the counter in front to you.

His frame leaned into yours, your hip bones digging into the countertop. “What, so you’re just gonna abandon me for some shitty frat boys and student debt?”

The idea almost made you laugh. He was partly correct―the piling debt wouldn’t be fun, but you would have to deal with it just like every other student. As for the college hookups, well it wasn’t something you had actually thought about. You were feeling bold tonight, thinking that perhaps he should get a taste of his own teasing medicine. “Aw, you're not jealous of a few college goers, are you Dabi?”

The hand that was placed on the countertop came to drift towards your face, moving a wayward strand of hair behind your ear. “No need to be jealous of people who I know I’m better than sweets. Just worried about a pretty little thing like you getting hurt is all.”

You smiled at his concern, “I’m sure I can fend for myself, thank you very much.”

The grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly. “Can you though?”

“I don’t―”

“You can barely fucking handle when I mess with you.”

You turned around at the statement, slightly offended, coming face to face with his cold scowl. “Well maybe they won’t be as rude to me.”

At that Dabi’s lips formed into a smirk. “Oh, you think I’m being rude? You’ve got no idea what those little shits might get up to.”

His gaze was piercing, something you could never look at for a long time. You dropped your head slightly and averted your eyes to something else in the room to distract you. “I’ll never know if I don’t go, not like there’s much holding me back here anyways.”

The sudden feeling of Dabi gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger was momentarily jarring. It forced you to look up at his as he spoke, his other arm still pulling you close into his chest. “So you’re gonna let a bunch of strangers put their filthy little hands all over you? Not sure I like the sound of that princess.”

The closeness flooded your senses with the smell of smoke and cologne. You tried to put some distance between the two of you, but the counter was still pressed firmly into your back leaving no room for escape. “I’m not saying that―I just don’t see myself having a future here. I’ve gotta move on eventually.”

He gave a laugh in response, but it was closer to an exasperated huff. “Nah, fuck that. College is a waste of time, and I’m all the goddamn company you need if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“Listen, as boring as sitting through lectures sounds, I'll take it over my lame ass job any day. And no offence but you do tend to give me headaches with all the shit you put me through.” You made an attempt to move out of his grasp, but you were only met with him pushing you back into the counter quite roughly.

“You’re not going to fucking college.” He was still smirking, but the look in his eyes that was normally vibrant seemed...empty.

Well this wasn’t the turn of events you were expecting.

You liked to think you were a strong person, but his persistence in the matter was unnerving to say the least. “That’s not your decision to make.”

He laughed at your attempt to sound confident, “I can do whatever the fuck I want princess.”

His cocky attitude could almost make you scoff, if it weren’t for the subtle feeling that maybe, just maybe you shouldn’t push him.

...But where’s the fun in that?

“Whatever, I’m sure you can find someone else to annoy.” You turned back around to keep working on the abandoned drink, leaving him to settle his hands on your waist.

“There is nobody else.”

That made you feel a little better, having assumed he only kept you around for entertainment purposes before moving on to something―someone―more serious. But at the same time it was concerning―what was so special about you to him? “Well that’s too bad, I’m not staying here because some asshole is lonely.”

Dabi appeared to be amused with your attitude, hearing the low chuckle from behind you. He went back to having his arms wrapped around you from behind, leaning the side of his head up against yours.. “Aw, you sure dollface? I’ve heard I can be very convincing, bet I could get you to stay somehow.”

You shook your head at his response, “Doubt it. You’d have to do something pretty big to keep me here.”

“Well, I do have my ways sweetheart. Just not so sure you’d agree with what I have in mind.”

Threatening, but not explicit.

“That’s comforting.” This time when you moved to escape his grasp he let you, drink in hand while heading towards the living room couch. You settled on to the worn out cushions, sending Dabi a glare as he used your lap as a footrest when he draped his body across the free expanse of the seating.

Without another word on the subject he chose a movie, letting the room fall into a peaceful absence of conversation.

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It was only in your nature to reflect on that encounter with the scarred man, given your expanse of knowledge in regards to the certain kind of behaviour he briefly held.

To be honest it was the first time he showed any real commitment to your questionable relationship. The first time he made it clear that you were his sole focus.

It was nice, but you couldn’t help but pick up on the red flags.

He was a villain. An extremely powerful one at that. He’d mercilessly slaughtered countless people―surely that had some effect on his psyche? If there was any evidence for that, it was this. Nobody with his history just implies something so vaguely ominous without being serious.

But you would never know how serious he was if you didn’t do a little more prodding on the subject.

Just to be on the safe side, you didn’t tempt him with anything that’d make him specifically pissed over one person. If he truly was the person you thought, then you’d have to avoid being the reason he killed someone.

Instead, you took the passive route.

By now you’d given him your phone number, or rather he forced you, saying he would stop teasing you if you did so. Of course he didn’t stop, but that was behind you now.

After that night he seemed a little more...insistent. Usually Dabi wasn’t very talkative, but now he’d taken a liking to keeping up with you through text.

Sometimes it was just idle conversation, but it always had something to do with what you were doing: where you were, who you were with. The talks were still short, but he made the point to ask nonetheless. It gave you the perfect opportunity to push his buttons.

You wouldn’t answer him right away, or you’d be vague with your responses to his interrogative questions. The endeavour to irritate him did little at first, but the more you persisted, the more he got attached to you, the demanding side of his personality started to bleed into your life.

He’d get angry with you for ignoring him. Dabi wouldn’t obsessively spam you with texts―no, he preferred the few he did send to simply disturb you into replying. Warning you that this wouldn’t end well for you. That he knew you were ignoring him. That he’d make you regret acting so stuck up.

Should you have heeded these blatant warning signs? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Yet as time passed and he only got worse, the more you wanted to see just how far he’d be willing to go.

In hindsight, the idea wasn’t the best. You really were going to move away for college, start a new life, maybe meet that special someone.

But Dabi had other plans.

As much as you thought you were being delicate with his temper, his destructive practices proved that everything you had done to avoid violence was in vain.

You should have seen it coming.

He could’ve killed you―should’ve killed you―but he knew this was what he needed. You were what he needed. And the prospect of watching you slip out of his grasp wasn’t something he was ready for. But you were ready for it, and that was the problem.

So Dabi smoked you out of the only place you could call home, along with destroying anything that’d keep you living with any semblance of independence.

The putrid smell of burning materials and, what you prayed wasn’t searing flesh, was the first to hit your senses. You were awake at the ungodly nightly hour the menace chose to send your apartment complex up in flames. If it weren’t for that you were convinced you would have perished in the fire. But Dabi probably planned for that, much like he probably planned for you to be forced out of the only exit that wasn’t being slowly cremated.

Out of the back exit and right into his arms, all the while you were still choking on the air that was riddled with deadly smoke just a few seconds ago. But he didn’t care, not when he had to stifle your screams with his hand, his other arm wrapped around your lower half, pulling you away from the complex where emergency first responders wouldn’t find you.

He let you look at the building that was gradually succumbing to the devastating effects of his quirk. You knew why he was doing it, but it still scared you.

“You see baby, this is what happens when you don’t listen to me. Take a good look at it, cause you’re never fucking comin’ back here again.” His voice was devoid of empathy, but why would he care in the first place? If anything, he was having fun with the matter.

It was your fault, you’d forced his hand. He wanted to be patient with you. Let you come to him.

But no, you had to piss him off. You deserved this for how much you put him through.

Maybe it was the lingering effects of the smoke that was making you lightheaded. Or perhaps the constricting feeling of Dabi’s arm wrapped around your throat. Realistically, it didn’t matter which was the final nail in your coffin. Soon enough you were passed out, body limp and defenceless in his arms to do whatever he pleased.

And so, when you finally came to, your predicament did not come as a surprise.

A chain wrapped around your ankle, secured firmly into the floor. You laid haphazardly on a bed in what you already knew to be Dabi’s old, fairly run down apartment.

He didn’t bother to wait for you to wake up, just leave you alone in the cold room to figure out what had happened.

But you were very aware of the situation.

This is what you wanted, right?

You pushed him. And now he was pushing back.

Out of pure instinct you gravitated towards yanking at the chains, doing anything to loosen them. Only after a few minutes of doing so you remembered just how you’d done your hair that day. Nothing special, but adorned with a few bobby pins.

And yet, when you removed one to pick at the lock, you stopped. Out of curiosity you taught yourself how to use the makeshift key to open such a device, but what was the point?

He’d only track you down if you got out. And judging by his character he wouldn’t be against some less than comfortable forms of punishment. It was clear that he wouldn’t hesitate to burn down anyone or anything in his way either.

And when you spent so much time tempting him to do exactly this, why would you ruin it?

It wasn’t healthy, but it proved how much you meant to him. In an equally disturbing and endearing way, he cared about you. More than anyone else had cared about you before. College plans be damned, you could settle for this at least for the time being.

So you put the pins back in your hair, laying back against the firm mattress.

You didn’t entirely know what Dabi had in store for you, but that made it only the more intoxicating.

Eventually you heard the telltale heavy footsteps approaching the locked bedroom door.

You should’ve been scared. You should’ve been fighting tooth and nail to escape your bindings. But as the sound got louder, and the locks on the door shifted open, you could only think of one thing.

It was dangerous, but you still wanted to know the extent of his pent up desires. And subsequently, how you had to play your cards to reveal these traits without getting yourself or anyone else killed.

But no matter what happened, you wanted this.

#yandere bnha #yandere my hero academia #yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere mha #yandere

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friendship-ended-with-pokespe · 3 years

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Kirby: Meta Knight and the Strongest Warrior in the Galaxy Chapter 6

Having come outside, Sphere Doomer tried to pick up a gear rolling on the dirt. But its hands are wing-shaped and thus aren’t meant for picking things up. Kirby saw it having difficulty and realized intuitively. “You wanna gather the broken music box parts, huh? Leave it to me!”

Kirby picked up the gear and began looking for other parts as well. Captain Vul asked, having caught up to him. “What are you up to, Kirby?” “Help me, everybody. We’ll gather the broken music box parts.” “What are you doing to do by gathering it?” “Hmm, I don’t know. But it looks like Sphere Doomer wants to gather them.” “Perhaps that’s the lead to opening an extradimensional road?” “I don’t know about it, but we should gather them anyway!” Everyone began searching for the parts. As his stomach gets in the way, King Dedede has a hard time leaning over. Unable to reach the fallen object even as he tried his hardest to extend his hands, he finally lost his temper. “I’m the great ruler of Dream Land. Why do I have to look for stuff!?” “Your stomach is too chubby~!” Mocks Kirby. King Dedede yells at him. “Be quiet! Never mind your stomach, isn't your whole body plump?!” “I look good even if it does! If you’re annoyed about it, let's have a contest to see who can gather a lot of parts.” “Just what I wanted!” Kirby and King Dedede competed in gathering the parts. Dedede would order Waddle Dee to pick up the ones his hand can’t reach. Captain Vul and Meta Knight’s men also have a serious look. Captain Vul who hated losing was provoked by Kirby and Dedede’s competition. “We can’t lose to Kirby and the others. Everyone is to gather the parts! The honor of the Halberd is at stake here!” “Captain, you don’t need to honor something like that......” “Get picking if you have time to waste~!” Everyone picked up the parts in a frenzy. Their efforts paid off, and a mountain of parts were piled up before long. “We gathered them all! What do we do with this?” Kirby asked Sphere Doomer. Sphere Doomer flapped its wings and let out a high-pitched noise. They didn’t understand what it meant, but Captain Vul said. “We would need to assemble it after gathering them. Restore the broken music box......is what it’s probably saying.” “We......assemble this?” King Dedede groaned. “How on earth could we do that? Meta Knight broke it to pieces.” “Wouldn’t we be able to restore it by putting them back together properly?” Kirby picked up some of the parts, but there’s no way that he could put them together by guesswork. “It’s not possible without calling a craftsman over.” “Hmm......” It was when everyone looked at each other’s face “......Umm......” A shy voice was heard. They turn around, only to find Moa standing. He seems nervous, completely different from when he was acting high and mighty with the controller in his hands. He looked just like when he was the cowardly subordinate-in-training. Sword Knight said in a stern voice. “It’s you? You shouldn't want anything from us now. Get lost!” “Erm......I know it’s a music box, but......” Said Moa in a low voice. “I might be able to......put them back together......” Hearing that, the Meta Knights were in a huff. “What’d you just say?” “Is this one of your baloney again!?” “It’s not baloney......” Insisted Moa as he shivered. “I like to disassemble or repair machines. One time, I broke a music box my dad bought for me but was able to piece it back to how it was. So......” “Hmph, how could we believe what you say?” Captain Vul shook his head. Blade Knight nodded and said. “This is not an ordinary music box. It’s a real thing made in Halcandra, completely different from the toy you had.” “It’s my first time seeing a music box made in Halcandra, but I believe its structure is the same as any normal music box. So......” “It’s not your place to meddle in. Stay out of it!” “I want to be of help......” “We have no use for your help!” Meta Knight’s men were fierce in their anger. Their belief in his betrayal is as strong as how they worried about Moa from the bottom of their heart. And they weren’t the only ones who were deceived. He tried to take advantage of even the heart of Meta Knight who cares for his men. That was more unforgivable than anything. Turning red, Moa was about to back down with a tearful look. Seeing him, King Dedede opened his mouth. “Hmph, it’s lame to ramble on about water under the bridge.” Dedede Captain looked at Vul and the others with a disdainful look. “What did you just say!?” To Captain Vul who tried to talk back, King Dedede said bluntly. “Would it have been better if this fool actually went missing?” “......Huh?” Captain Vul and the others were startled. “We-We’re not saying that!” “Then isn’t it great? No matter how unpleasant it is, you could say that it isn’t as bad as a lackey-in-training going missing.” “Uhh......uhhh......?” Captain Vul and the others couldn’t say anything back. What Dedede said is right. Regardless of the circumstance, him coming back alive would be more preferable than that he was actually missing “Ugh......it feels like we’ve just had our arms twisted......” “King Dedede, you do have a way with words sometimes!” “I always have a way with words!” King Dedede turn to Moa. “Can you really put back the music box together?” “I’m not sure, but I’ll try.” Moa sat down and picked up the parts that were piled up.

“Yeah, it’s just as I thought. The structure is similar to the music box I have. I think I could repair this.” Moa was putting the parts together with skilled fingers. Surrounding Moa, everyone watched him and yelled in surprise. “You’re good with your hands.” “I thought you were just a cowardly liar of a boy, but you do have at least one redeeming quality.” “I was......” While piecing the music box together, Moa began sharing his story. “Very cowardly and withdrawn ever since I was young, so......I only found interest in breaking machines and repairing them.” “Hmph, so your assertiveness earlier was just a show?” Said Sword Knight mean-spiritedly, and Moa became dispirited. “......Yes. I thought Anything Controller was all I needed to not lose to anyone. I just wanted to be confident.” “You fool.” Rebuked Captain Vul. Axe Knight said. “Why did you think of something so absurd like making Galacta Knight yours? He's a warrior so dangerous that destroying a star is said to be a child’s play for him.” “I watched the movie and yearned after him.” Answered Moa bashfully. “The movie? You mean the one that says the Legendary Strongest in the Galaxy?” “Yes. I loved that movie and watched it a dozen times. Galacta Knight that appeared in the movie was really strong, cool, and was my admiration. I was completely wrapped up in the world of the movie......and came to wish......for Galacta Knight to become my servant......” Blade Knight sighed. “You were entertaining a foolish hope.” “But if Galacta Knight were to always protect me, everyone would respect me in fear, right? I’d get back on the jerks that always made fun of me, and become the greatest hero in the galaxy......was what I thought......but,” Moa shuddered in horror. “The real Galata Knight was nothing like the one in the movie. Galacta Knight from the mirror was powerful too, but the real thing was strong and scary beyond compare......” “Obviously.” “I was mistaken. I can’t possibly become strong by borrowing Galacta Knight’s strength. I saw Kirb’s battle just now and realized. ” Said Moa as he bent his back to focus on his work. “Kirb......you say......?” Questioned King Dedede skeptically, but Moa continued. “Kirb is so small and cute, but he fought so desperately against that frightening Galacta Knight and Lord Meta Knight. Not only that, but he also protected Sphere Doomer with himself as the shield. He must’ve been so scared, but Kirb never ran away......he’s so tiny and yet so admirable!” Moa is slowly moved to tears. “I was touched. I’m much bigger and stronger than him, and yet I only thought of how to rely and take advantage of others, being too scared to fight myself. I became ashamed of myself. Even Kirb who’s so small can fight so bravely......I too should have some courage......” “..................Hmmm?” Kirby stared in puzzlement. Everyone except for Kirby exchanged glances. They all whispered to each other

(Hey hey......Moa really is getting the wrong idea here.) (He thinks that Kirby’s a small, cute and weak creature......) (It’s a good thing that he doesn’t know.) Kirby is so strong that he’s sometimes called a “pink demon” with even Meta Knight acknowledging him, but...... All that aside, they should keep his misunderstanding as it is, seeing how remorseful he is. Everyone exchanged looks and conformed their opinions. Captain Vul said. “Ah......ahem. So you saw Kirby......or Kirb......ehehe......giving his all and changed your mind?” “Yes. I want to take courage so that I don’t lose to Kirb.” “I’m sure you won’t ever forget that feeling.” Captain Vul and the Meta Knights still had mixed feelings about it, but their animosity toward Moa was receding little by little. It’s hard to forgive what he has done, but his remorse seems to be genuine. Besides, this plan of his stemmed from something so childish like admiring a hero in a movie. Having realized that, they couldn’t really be mad at him. “......I did it.” Moa raised his face. “Although I can’t really fix it since the outer case has been smashed up. But I think the main part will work like this.” Everyone peered into Moa’s hands. The music box which was broken into pieces is finely put back together. “You......You’re amazing!” “You did well, Moa.” Complemented by everyone, Moa at last smiled in relief. “Then let’s hurry up and play it.” Captain Vul winded up the spring and everyone strained their ears, but: No music was heard. “Hm? I can’t hear anything.” As everyone tilted their heads in puzzlement, Waddle Dee remembered and said. “Ah, come to think of it, the owner of the antique shop said that the music box made in Halcandra makes no sound.” “That’s what it was.” Nodded King Dedede in agreement. “He said that it’s head not through ears but through heart. I knew that it’s a defect.” “No, that can’t be true. Everyone should try listening to it with your hearts.” Everyone went quiet and waited for their hearts to be filled with music. ......However: “......Did you hear anything?” “Uhhh......I don’t think it reached my heart.” “Me too!” “Nothing resounded.” Everyone’s face became troubled. King Dedede lost his temper. “So it is a defect, isn’t it. I better take that store to task!” Sword Knight said to Moa. “Moa, wasn’t it that your repair failed? Did you really fix it properly?” “I’m sure of it, sir......” Holding the music box in his hands, Moa gazed at it thoroughly and had frowned. “All the parts are where they should be......so why aren’t any sound coming out?” It was at that moment. Having been floating behind everyone, Sphere Doomer drifted over to them. Seeing him, Kirby said. “Ah, that’s it. It’s missing an important part. The Energy Sphere that Sphere Doomer ate!” “Aye, I see.” Captain Vul clapped his hands. “This music box isn’t complete without an Energy Sphere.” “But there isn’t any, sir. What should we do......” Sphere Doomer extended its wings toward Moa. “Huh......? What......?” Moa was confused, but Kirby said. “Give it the music box!” “S-Sure.” Moa held out the music box, and Sphere Doomer received it by holding it in its two wings. With it, Sphere Doomer’s body began to shine. The Energy Sphere that it swallowed is reacting to the music box. Captain Vul shouts. “Mm? What is that? The power of the Energy Sphere is pouring into the music box......?” “It’s complete-” Simultaneously as Moa whispers: Different melodies were heard in everyone's hearts. Kirby had a grin. What resounded in Kirby’s heart was a happy and cheerful melody like the finest of the sweets. King Dedede’s had a look brimming with energy. What resounded in his heart was a tune just like King Dedede, rich and valiant. Waddle Dee closed his eyes with rapt attention. A tune so warm and gente that he never heard until now was flowing only to Waddle Dee’s heart. And lastly, Moa opened his eyes widely and stood stock still. What resounded in his heart was a dark and sorrowful melody. As if depicting his lack of confidence and anxiety that he stomached up to this point. But the melody gradually quickened its tempo and changed to a cheerful tune. Moa felt like he was comforted by the music and wept. As everyone was lost in each of their music, Captain Vul spoke. “Everybody, did you hear it?” “Yessir.” Answered Axe Knight first. “A very encouraging melody echoed through my heart. The melody was very heroic and reminded me of the Halberd pushing its way through the dark universe.” “Me too.” Javelin Knight spoke up. “That’s strange. I was gonna say the exact same thing!” “Me too.” “Me three.” Sword Knight said. “Looks like we can all hear the same music!” Blade Knight nodded. “It means that our thoughts are one. Let’s go, everyone!” “Aye! All members, follow me!” Captain Vul took the lead and began running toward the palace. The Meta Knights, Sword Knight, and Blade Knight followed him as well. Those who remained kept listening to each of their music, but King Dedede came to himself. “This isn’t time to sit here like this. What happened to the extradimensional road?” Spear Doomer shines stronger and stronger, where the music box continues to play. With it, the space surrounding the music box began wavering. “Ahh......the extradimensional road is......!” Shouts Kirby. It’s the same as when Galacta Knight appeared. A star-shaped hole opened on the wavering space, and endless darkness was partially shown on the opposite side. Dedede is slightly surprised and delighted. “Alrighty, the road has opened! Let’s hurry up and defeat Galacta Knight! Then we seal him and send him back to that side!” But at that moment-a silver-colored figure flew out from the dark world. It is a new Sphere Doomer. It’s completely different from the purple Sphere Doomer that arrived first. Its whole body is silver-colored and is twice its size. “A grown-up Sphere Doomer, eh. I got it, it made its way after hearing the timbre of the music box......!” Shouts King Dedede. As though responding to his voice, the silver-colored Sphere Doomer suddenly flapped its wings vigorously. Its eyes that snapped open were filled with hostility. The purple Sphere Doomer was docile, but this is their original nature. They’re wild and like to fight. “Oh no, here it comes!” Simultaneously as King Dedede shouts, the silver-colored Sphere Doomer breathed cold air out.

Bending his body forward, King Dedede jumped aside and avoided the cold air by a hairbreadth. Waddle Dee didn’t make it, however. “AH!” Showered with an air cold enough to freeze even his screams, Waddle Dee became frozen in ice. “Waddle Dee!” Shouts King Dedede and Kirby at the same time. King Dedede clutched his hammer and went toward Sphere Doomer. “Like heck I’ll forgive you!” The king swings his hammer, and Sphere Doomer scatters stones of ice. The hammer’s attack was about to KO it, but its movement was faster. The stones of ice clung to King Dedede. His hammer held up, the king became frozen in ice just like Waddle Dee. Moa saw the spectacle and began trembling in fear.. Kirby shouts. “Run, Moa! You’re gonna get frozen in ice!” “K-Kirb......” With a pale face, Moa shook his head. “Y-Y-You should run. I-I fight here!” “Not a chance~! Hurry up and run!” “L-L-Leave it to me! I-I’ll buy you some time! Y-You should take that chance to run~!” Yells Moa with his voice trembling, spreads both his hands, and tries to fight against Sphere Doomer. But there’s no way he would stand a chance against it. “Watch out, Moa!” Shouts Kirby. Moa became frozen in ice in the blink of an eye. Sphere Doomer turned to Kirby who was the last remaining. Kirby strained his face and glared at Sphere Doomer. “How terrible of you......you froze everyone in ice!” Kirby braced himself for battle, but remembered that he didn’t have any Copy Ability and panicked. “Wahhh! I can’t fight like this!” Kirby looked all around him. The “Copy Essence Assortment” that they bought at the curio shop should be around somewhere! But the pouch was nowhere to be found. “E-Erm, pretty sure Blade Knight was carrying it......oh no, it’s still left inside the palace!” Sphere Knight relentlessly hurls stones of ice. Kirby began sprinting toward the palace in haste.

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#kirby novels #kirby of the stars #light novel #translation #kirb #king dedede #waddle dee #captain vul #meta knights #sword knight #blade knight #sphere doomer

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