#(i used to just repeat little phrases from my favorite movies when i was like 2ish without actual and one of them was oh bother asfhakdhsh)

[utilitycaster]

You know, it always frustrates me when people refuse to branch out and try new TTRPGs, stubbornly clinging to things that bring them happiness, so I wanted to provide a little recommendation you might not have considered: D&D.

You might have heard of Dungeons and Dragons, or D&D as it's frequently called, from the 2023 movie, or, if you're a little more tuned in, Stranger Things, but it's been around since the 1970s! And if you haven't given it a go, it's worth checking out.

Obviously you’d be looking for alternatives to Pathfinder given past reports from employees that they had to unionize in order to get the company to follow basic OSHA regulations and repeated accusations of underpaying both staff and freelancers. Fear not! D&D 5e is an intuitive switch - Pathfinder 1e was originally based on an earlier edition of D&D, and the cast of Critical Role actually made this same switch, so it’s been done before! You’ll find most of the same classes, a large homebrew community, and similar combat mechanics - but much more streamlined. If you’ve been rolling your eyes at the near-infinite ability check range in Pathfinder 1e, or the fact that you need to look up twenty factors before assigning a difficulty class, or the need to burn an entire action to maintain spell concentration, D&D simplifies it. With a handful of exceptions for classes with expertise, and not including the possibility of bardic inspiration being used on an already successful roll, most checks will be below 35, and DCs can be created by the DM - which is just one of the many ways D&D prioritizes player agency, a phrase we understand the meaning of and care about deeply.

And now that bears are out of vogue due to their association with hard drugs thanks to Cocaine Bear, you might be looking for alternatives to your Honey Heist game. One of my favorite games is D&D, which has the bonus of being flexible enough for both one-session games, and something ongoing! Pre-created character sheets and modules are available for free, so it can be as low-prep or as involved as you want. If you’re missing the animal aspects, check out the druid class, or you could take a look at the blood hunter class by Matt Mercer (who you may know as Trinket from Trinket’s Honey Heist) if you’re interested in playing a creature who might lose control. The McElroys, known Honey Heist players, have actually run several D&D campaigns if you are looking to onboard. Also, let's be real: Honey Heist is overly simplistic - seriously, only one page? - and has dumb hats, and if you knew about the other options, you'd obviously not be playing it.

Speaking of the McElroys, I bet we have some Blades in the Dark and PbtA fans in the audience! If you find mixed success mechanics frustrating, want to be able to have larger-scale, higher-stakes battles without the risk of dying immediately, or are interested in a less regimented structure that is more setting-agnostic, as well as provides opportunities for the Game Master (called a Dungeon Master in D&D) to fail, D&D is worth a look! It's a fairly combat-heavy game and characters are built to be able to withstand some heavy hits, so a large battle won't bring the narrative to a halt as your characters struggle to find outlets for their unhealthy coping mechanisms in order to recover (though, of course, if you like that, the open RP and general ability check mechanisms make it easy to include)!

What's important, in the end, is to remember that the TTRPG you are currently enjoying is wrong, bad, and stupid. Choose the game I, an internet stranger who has made no effort to learn anything of your personal tastes, interests, and the needs of your table, has decided you should play. And remember: the most important thing is having fun.

#anyway happy april fools have some satire #also to be clear: i love and have played honey heist #and i am interested in bitd #this is not about those specific games it is about a general form of recommendation that is the satire do not @ me

[msclaritea]

Here’s Why Willy Wonka Is An Autistic Icon | Medium

Here’s Why Willy Wonka Is An Autistic Icon

In celebration of the release of the new Wonka movie this month, I recently rewatched, for the billionth time, the original film — Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. Wonka media has been a special interest of mine for the past seven years — -an autism-related term used to refer to topics and subjects that occupy headspace constantly, meaning I know more about Willy Wonka and his crimes against humanity than any sane person really ought to.

While watching the film, I was once again struck by how much I related to the character. His odd mannerisms, his disregard for small talk and social niceties, and his fixation on a self-constructed world all reminded me of a lot of my own experiences growing up as a quiet, book-obsessed, undiagnosed autistic kid. Although I was recently diagnosed at the age of twenty-one (it’s never too late!), the sense that something was always a little off has dogged me since childhood — in my odd tendency to repeat words and phrases, my limited and intense interests, my awkwardness in conversation and struggle to make friends. And as I sat there, watching Wonka spout off nonsensical phrases, constant literary references, and the occasional bit of wisdom, I finally got the urge to lay out, once and for all, what an autistic icon this character is, and has been for the past sixty years. Let’s dive into a world of pure imagination together.

A Little Nonsense

Autism, since it is formally classified as a disorder by the DSM5, has a whole host of medical definitions that try to sum up, in as digestible a form as possible, just what exactly is wrong with you or your child. Instead of pinpointing one definition, I’m going to temporarily throw the psychological jargon out the window and focus on the single term “disorder.” Disorder, classically defined, is a state of confusion or messiness — usually a form of existence that runs counter to broad definitions of harmonic living. Although unintended, I find that the literary definition rather than the scientific one fits my, and Wonka’s, experience of living as autistic. Disorder is chaos, it’s doing things just because.

Take this excerpt from Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator, the rightfully-maligned sequel to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory:

“I have never met a man,” said Grandma Georgina, “who talks so much absolute nonsense!”

“A little nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest men,” Mr. Wonka said.

Many autistic people are told at one point or another that the way they think and act does not make sense. For example, in many adaptations of the story, visiting the chocolate room for the first time leads the parents to question why it came to exist in the first place.

In the original West End musical adaptation, the conversation goes something like this:

Mr. Salt: Well if it isn’t for anything, and it doesn’t make money, then why on Earth does it need to exist at all?

Wonka: You really don’t see, do you?

A painter needs no reason

To make a thing of art

Yes, there’s no switch to stop and start the flow

Willy Wonka (Douglas Hodge) in the Chocolate Room from the 2013 West End production of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

We live in an unprecedented age of unthinking consumerism — our lives, from the get-go, are predicated on beneficial transactions. If I am to create something, I better be able to justify its usefulness in the language of monetary gain. Entertainment has become inextricably linked to the words content and consumption — creators make content, and we now consume the art we once admired. This implies a one-sided relationship to the way we engage with art — when we consume something it no longer becomes a conversation between creator and viewer, but rather a passively made, ready-to-eat distraction on which the viewer can project anything and everything they like. To make art for art’s sake or simply because we find it beautiful, is, in today’s age, an indicator of disordered living. Thus, Wonka making the chocolate room, or his factory for that matter, just because is, to most people, nonsense.

Again, from The Great Glass Elevator:

“He walked slowly towards the chocolate waterfall. It was an unhappy truth, he told himself, that nearly all people in the world behave badly when there is something really big at stake. Money is the thing they fight over most.”

The us vs. them mindset suggested by the phrase “nearly all people in the world” is one commonly adopted by autistic people, who feel that their perspective and lived experience do not align with that of their peers. Wonka, in creating a world of his own, has effectively made a safe haven for himself where the things he loves can exist without justification — a form of escapism I often engaged in as a child. In Wonka’s factory, the oddities that would make him an outcast in the external world are, to him, “simply second nature” — the name of the song in which he extolls the joys of being different:

It’s no blessing, It’s a curse

No wait…strike that and reverse

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

What’s a Social Cue?

In the 2017 Broadway adaptation of the book, Wonka opens the boisterous and breakneck-paced song “Strike that, Reverse It” by, muttering:

“Now let’s get the small-talk out of the way.”

The word “small-talk,” for context, is said as if it is the single most loathsome word in the English dictionary.

Though every adaptation of Wonka is unique in some way, all seem to share a love for their craft that is only rivaled by their hatred of social conventions. From the 2005 Wonka’s disastrous introduction and awkward giggling to the original book Wonka’s fidgety and sporadic movements, none of the Wonkas have exactly come off as approachable. Even the new Wonka, played by Timothée Chalamet, has his moment as he practically screams “You’ve never had chocolate?!” to his sidekick Noodle, who answers his outburst nonchalantly. All of these traits: poor conversational skills, fidgeting, volume control, and a dislike of small-talk are all classic characteristics associated with ASD.

Autistic people also often struggle with echolalia, or the repetition of words and phrases for seemingly no reason. Gene Wilder’s Wonka, with his near-constant rattling off of quotes from classic literature parallels this condition, especially (and most entertainingly) when he pedals a bike in the inventing room.

Similar to symptoms associated with ADHD, many autistic people will also find that their hyperfixations and interests make it difficult to focus on daily tasks for long periods of time. Wonka is so fixated on making chocolate that he has actually built a factory where he does nothing but make chocolate, and has been doing so for decades. Take also these lyrics from “Must Be Believed to Be Seen”:

No magic spells, no potions

Forswear legerdemain

My kingdom’s created from notions

All swirling inside of my brain

The manic delivery of “swirling inside of my brain” in both recordings of the song speaks to the sometimes uncomfortable intensity of creative thinking. I want to note here that I’m aware of the “it’s not that deep” factor that plays into all of this, but I kind of shoved it in the back of my mind the second I decided to write an analytical article about Willy Wonka. Besides, I know I personally struggle with a constant barrage of thoughts here and there — sometimes to the point where I have trouble falling asleep at night. Hence these lyrics from Simply Second Nature:

The mind is such a wonder to explore

And though some nights I dread

All the voices in my head

I’d rather be this way than be a bore

I also made a compilation a while back of the mannnyyyyy (and I mean many) times 2017 Broadway Wonka displays some of the physical symptoms of ASD, often referred to as stimming.

Autistic Solidarity

I know I’ve been harping a little too much on the Broadway adaptation, but I promise there’s a good reason.

In this version of the story, rather than just being a decent kid who, for the most part, minds his own business, Charlie is awarded the factory because he thinks as Wonka does. This kind of connection is also implied in the 2005 adaptation, where Charlie is seen to have built an impressively large model of Wonka’s factory made entirely of toothpaste caps, but is only made explicit in both musical versions. This Charlie draws up fantastical ideas instead of doing his homework and spends his remaining free time endlessly pestering his Grandpa Joe for stories about Willy Wonka. Wonka, to this Charlie, is essentially a special interest — he hardly goes five minutes without bringing his name up, or delivering an excitable song summarizing the man’s life history.

Wonka, of course, sees a lot of himself in Charlie. In the song, “Must Be Believed to Be Seen” there’s a section in the middle where the tempo slows and Wonka wistfully sings:

Despite the man seen at these doors

My childhood home was bland like yours

But I knew how to look, to find

A world that wasn’t colorblind

This is the first time (and only until the end of the show) that Wonka makes a genuine attempt to reach out to Charlie — and he does so with language relating to neurodivergent thinking. The musical doesn’t exactly turn to diagnostic criteria for sourcing lyrics, but the use of the phrase “a world that wasn’t colorblind” is once again suggestive of the us vs. them mindset, offsetting the ordinary blandness of the “normal” world with the vibrancy of the neurodivergent imagination. In the same sequence, Wonka also sings:

But in the end there’s quite a prize

If you can see with more than eyes

Autistic people are often hypersensitive to their environments and engage with the stimuli around them more keenly than their neurotypical peers. Exploring the world with all senses, and often with a detail-oriented mindset literally allows many autistic people to see the world with much more than eyes. Often small and irrelevant elements in an environment become points of interest for those with ASD where they might otherwise be ignored by neurotypicals.

Lastly, I want to finish with a brief discussion of one of my favorite lyrics in the musical, this time from the closing song “The View From Here”, where Wonka takes Charlie up through the atmosphere in his glass elevator:

When a boy has just a touch of odd

And he walks the streets without a nod

He should know that odd is a gift from God

Like this starry blue chandelier

Willy Wonka (Christian Borle) and Charlie Bucket (Jake Ryan Flynn) in the Glass Elevator

Most neurodivergent people will be the first to tell you that living as they are isn’t easy. For me, I have trouble finding humor in the same things my friends do, making conversation, focusing, following directions, empathizing, etc. Sometimes things that seem easy or mundane to others are nearly impossible for me. Worst of all, these aversions and behaviors are inexplicable too. I cannot put into words why I am what I am, I just know that I have to learn to accept it. However, for every moment I spend hating myself for what I cannot change, I strive to find more moments where I love living as I am.

I listened to “The View From Here” for the first time in many years recently, and I’m not ashamed to say that I cried a little (maybe more than a little). To quantify one’s differences not as a mistake or a joke or a fault — but as a gift is to accept that they let us do impossibly wonderful things. We need to stop looking for ways to fix or mask autism, and instead make society a more accommodating place for neurodivergency to thrive. Only then can autistic kids dream less about faraway places where they can live as they are, and instead live those dreams in the here and now. And we can start by reaching out to that touch of oddness in each other, and recognizing what the embrace of pure imagination can do for us all.

THERE IS A WELL-DOCUMENTED HISTORY OF NAZIS EXPERIMENTING ON PEOPLE WITH AUTISM.

IT HAS BEEN NOTED BY PROFESSIONALS THAT MANY PEOPLE IN THE TRANSGENDER MOVEMENT HAVE AUTISM

BLOGGERS, CLAIMING TO BE AUTISTIC, HAVE ENGAGED IN VERY AGGRESSIVE BULLYING.

THEY RELENTLESSLY ACCUSED A CERTAIN ACTOR, WHO, HIMSELF SUFFERS ANXIETY OF BEING ABLEST, IN AN EFFORT TO TARNISH ONE OF HIS BEST STAGE PERFORMANCES

THAT SAME ACTOR WAS BEING ENCOURAGED TO DO PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, WHICH I SABOTAGED, AND I'M GLAD I DID, BECAUSE WEEKS LATER I CAME ACROSS AN OLD ARTICLE, WHERE THEY SAID, EMPHATICALLY THAT THE PHANTOM MUST HAVE BEEN AUTISTIC. THE POINT?

IF SAID ACTOR HAD PLAYED THE PHANTOM, HEEDLESS OF THIS THEORY, HE WOULD HAVE BEEN ATTACKED, AGAIN.

AND THAT IS WHAT THIS ARTICLE BELOW IS; AN INTENTION TO ENCOURAGE PEOPLE WITH AUTISM TO SEE WILLY WONKA AS BEING AUTISTIC.

AND WHEN THE NEXT ACTOR WHO PLAYS WONKA, ISN'T AWARE OF THE FACT THAT AUTISM HAS BEEN LOWKEY ADDED, THEN THAT PERSON WILL GET RIPPED TO SHREDS.... BECAUSE OF MANIPULATING ARTICLES, LIKE THIS ONE. THIS IS NOT HARMLESS. THE SAME THING HAPPENED ONLINE WITH BBC SHERLOCK. BLOGGERS ERRONEOUSLY ATTRIBUTED HIS PERSONALITY TRAITS TO AUTISM, THANKS TO THE WRITERS ON THE SHOW. IT WAS ENCOURAGED, TO THE POINT WHERE IF YOU DID NOT AGREE, YOU WERE ATTACKED FOR IT.

THE RIGHT BUILDS ARMIES, AND THEY WILL USE ANYONE THEY HAVE TO.

#Willy Wonka #Timothy Chalamet #Hollywood Has Been Adding Autistic Traits To Characters That Originally Had None #BBC Sherlock #Phantom of The Opera #My fucking GOD!

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Hello! i saw the ask game and i wanted to ask your opinions about my best guy Theoden!

Love your blog!

<3 <3 hello hello! Yess, he is the best!

First impression

I always loved him. It's the soft dad vibes that he gives off in the film and I always transposed those onto book version of Theoden as well, even if they aren't as front-and-centre.

Impression now

As you all know I have a soft spot for imperfection and Theoden is very much an imperfect leader who is trying his damndest in an impossible situation.

I love his fear of being like his ancestors (sure "lesser son of greater sires" but in the immediate memory Fengel and Thengel weren't anything to write home about and I'm sure Theoden had the "don't be like your grandfather" running in his head), which is a nice parallel to Aragorn's own fears and concerns. That certain weaknesses are "inherited" or you're somehow doomed to repeat the failings of your forefathers.

I also really appreciate Theoden's practicality and realism. This is definitly shown way more in the books than in the films.** But he is so pragmatic and realistic about what is happening and has a strong, stable workman-like air to his leadership as king and general. It's very grounding and a nice compliment to the high fantasy that is happening around them all.

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**I have Views & Opinions on what PJ did with Theoden in the films in relation to Aragorn

Favorite moment

In the movies, I love all of his speeches. My favourite, favourite scene is "but do you trust your king/where is the horse and the rider" bit with Gamling. Second up are the paralleling scenes of "I know your face" with Eowyn. Soft dad vibes <3 <3

In the book, I naturally have my favourite scene is when he's missing Grima and having those complex feelings of "I'm angry at this man for what he has done and his betrayal, while at the same time I'm grieving the relationship we used to have/the man he once was." It's so very human.

I just love Theoden's deep humanity. A feature so often missing in the race of Man who are usually more High Arthurian, for lack of a better way to phrase it. Not that the likes of Aragorn and Faramir don't have their deeply human moments, they for sure do, but Theoden is consistently the most deeply human of the leaders, aside from Denethor, and I really like that.

Idea for a story

There's a part of me that's a secret Theoden/Grima shipper, so you know. Anything utterly tragic in that department with some bittersweet hope(?) at the end. Kill me where our love hurts most, my liege.

Otherwise, I would love an exploration of Theoden and his father's relationship and how he positions himself within the frame of his father and grandfather's legacy. Also his changing views on what it means to be Rohirrim - considering I am sure he has a complex relationship with that. He's more comfortable in Westron and Sindarin than the language of his own people! That's got to have some complexity to it.

Unpopular opinion

I'm not sure I have one on Theoden? I feel like most of my opinions are pretty par for the course.

Favorite relationship

Definitly Eowyn. I love the father-daughter vibe happening with them. I wish we saw more of it.

Favorite headcanon

When Theoden adopted Eomer and Eowyn he went around to everyone in Meduseld apologising in advance. People were like "?? your niece and nephew seem charming and lovely ??" and Theoden was like "ok but you don't understand: They are the Children of Eomund. This is going to be INSANE."

He always loved them, of course, but they were little terrors. You know that dual thing of dealing with grief of losing parents/being orphaned at a young age and how that can lead to lashing out plus natural peronalities being on the fiery side.

Theoden just like, put everyone on High Alert.

(lol Grima would have been like mid-late twenties and Theoden is like: New Guy, do you like children? And Grima is all: Abso-fucking-lutely not. Why? Theoden: No reason. Gamling, I was wrong, we can't put the new guy on baby-sitting duties.)

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Thank you!!! Theoden is just, ah, one of my top tier faves. And thank you, I'm glad you enjoy my wee lil' tumblr :D

#ask meme #ask game #lotr #lord of the rings #theoden #rohan #grima wormtongue #reply

[bethanyactually]

Use Your Words Tag

I was passively tagged by @lisbonsteresa 💖

A phrase /quote/ word you find funny: my mom says 'dadgummit!' sometimes and I just find that hilarious

Some of your favorite SFW words: turquoise, mellifluous, zinger

Favorite cusses, NSFW or otherwise: fuck is such a versatile word in all its many forms. I do also like a well-placed dammit.

What language do you speak? English is the only one I speak fluently. I can have simple conversations in Spanish thanks to studying it in high school, living in San Diego and Phoenix, attending a church for a while that had a Spanish service, and a best friend who majored in Spanish and lived in Costa Rica for a while. I can understand a fair bit of German after living in Stuttgart for three years, definitely more than I can speak. And I can still read and write Russian after studying it in high school and university, and could probably manage train stations and menus if I ever visited Russia.

Favorite word(s) in a language other than your first: One of my Russian professors at university once said, demonstrating how a word could be used, "Он больной человек. He is a NUT!" and for some reason it struck me and my friend Erin as completely hilarious. We still occasionally repeat that to each other. I also really like the German word Weltschmerz.

Movies with subtitles on or off: on, always on

Book you’ve read/listened to the most times? Probably something like The Witch of Blackbird Pond or A Little Princess both of which I read many, many times as a kid. And I still re-read Blackbird Pond every few years.

Do you listen to songs in languages you don’t understand? Sure!

Do you express yourself best with words, images or something else? Words, especially written

Do you talk more or less when you’re nervous? probably more 😰

How do you pronounce February? my third-grade teacher was adamant that all her students had to pronounce it 'FEB-roo-arry'. I still pronounce it that way about half the time, probably. The other half I drop the first 'r'.

What kind of accent do you have? a Midwestern American accent, probably, since that's where I grew up.

If you literally had to “eat your words,” how would they taste? salty+sweet, my favorite combo

low-key, no-pressure tagging some folks from my recent activity: @darklingarts, @caitlinfaith, @amazingstacey, @holochromatic, @reddlesisters, @stuckonaglacierwithmacgyver, @ladysophiebeckett, @amyp0nd, @penguinsandyetmorepenguins, @prismandblue, and anyone else who'd like to do this.

#meme #use your words meme

[luminouscinders]

Moments from the haunted trail that I did tonight with a friend because I had so much fun and I need to share somewhere

•Forgot clown girl in the ticket line was trying to scare me. Started following her head tilting because that’s the kind of thing I do with friends. Only realize after why she was vaguely annoyed.

•We’re paired up with another group of two, both already terrified. When we start the trail I ask for both of their names. I did not learn their names because we were cut off by the first scare guy at that moment. He has a chainsaw and makes a line in the dirt with it. I make a point of not stepping over it, and making sure my friend in front with me doesn’t.

•First scare guy decides I’m going to be the one to pick on, because he only talks directly to me

Friend: “what’s your name”

Him: “IM NOT TALKING TO YOU”

Me: “Well can I ask your name then?”

-Long beat of silence-

Him: “Are you nervous?”

Me: “Well right now yes, because I have the resting heart rate of someone being hunted for sport”

He decided we were not pretty enough to turn into vases. I told him that this did hurt my feelings.

•After this the other duo with us wanted to leave, but only would if we did too. My response to this was “On ahead we forge!” Yes I would die in a horror movie. We agree to all hold hands at this point.

•Guy spooked us and then proceeded to get in a staring contest with me. Told him, with sincerity, I wasn’t sure how much eye contact was polite.

•Spent a lot of time repeating “mother fuck and baby fucklings” because this seemed to help in reassuring girl behind me. I am required to credit @aliceauthorallegedly for introducing me to this phrase

•We spent a lot of time holding hands in single file, and telling eachother where steps were so we didn’t trip. I also spend a lot of time reminding everyone not to run as per the trail’s rules, and that there’s no need to run because no one will actually touch us. No one enjoys my reminders.

•*walking into a haunted church* “OH SHIT LIKE ACTUAL CHURCH”

Priest at front: something along the lines of “DAMN RIGHT” (too busy screaming about person popping out of a pew to hear the rest)

•Too impressed with demons’ costumes/makeup to be afraid

•Too impressed with giant animatronic hog head to be afraid

•When presented with a swamp: “This is just Louisiana”

•Stopping myself from swearing whenever an actor that is very clearly an actual child pops out at us (though responding “okay Jesus we’re going” when forcefully directing us to get in a tunnel)(I reassured the girl behind me it was a very short tunnel)

•We are squashed like paninis in a giant inflatable. Too busy thinking about paninis to recognize this is possibly the most claustrophobia-inducing thing they could manage.

•When presented with a haunted classroom/little girl jumping us: “Yes, thank you for showing us your classroom.” This is where I realize working customer service has made me overly polite as a fear response.

•In the clown maze, outdoors, faced with a door my friend is trying to open

Clown girl: “You gotta pull it”

Clown girl: “You gotta push it”

Friend: “No I think you were right the first time.”

Clown girl: “…Can you spell gullible”

Friend, looking at open sky: “It might be written on the ceiling”

This was not remotely the correct direction we were supposed to be going in

•Part two of the clown maze, its a bunch of tarp squares with dead ends scattered about, and about three clowns wandering through.

•First one only tells us “Circles!” and giggles. Seems delighted if you parrot it back to her. She is automatically my favorite. Second has a stuffed bunny he asks you to pet. He asks why I can’t pet the bunny. I tell him both hands are occupied, given I’m still holding two peoples’ hands. Ask if my friends can pet the bunny as well, as a compromise. We awkwardly all pet the bunny. Still holding hands. This appeases him, but still gets in my face at one point. I’m having too much fun and also kinda loopy from exhaustion to remember to be scared, so he moves on. Third one just kinda stands there and honks a horn at you.

•There’s six of us at this point and that quickly becomes eight of us crammed in between two squares because all of us are very exhausted at this point and absolutely cannot find the way out. Fear has completely worn off at this point and is replaced with frustration. The clowns are so done with us. We cannot pick up on their hints. We are tired. They are tired. The one with the bunny just tells us to get out because we’re holding up the line. We do.

•We make it out and because it’s relatively middle of nowhere we can all finally breathe and look at the stars, which was just nice :)

#my posts #is this a thing no one cares about? #yes #am i sharing anyways? #also yes #because i’m also having a lot of Thoughts about it #but those will be for just me

[gothamslostboy]

Hey there! Can I please get a matchup for both The Lost Boys and Scream please? (If not no worries!)

Im a 5'2" female with a very pear shaped body. I have neck length pink hair and blue eyes. Despite my pink hair I usually wear a lot of black and gray with a small hint of pastels. A lot of my outfits actually consists of boots, fishnets, or chains. However I also wear a lot of Hello Kitty and early 2000's cartoon shirts!

I am pansexual, but have a male lean, so I'm fine with whatever character you want to match me with! As for my hobbies I'm very big on writing and reading, dancing, and collecting dolls. My favorite animal is 100% a raccoon though! I actually used to feed and name the ones outside!

I have a hard time deciding if I like comedy or horror movies more, but I do enjoy both feelings. Despite looking edgy and coming off as cold (I'm just really awkward and shy) I'm very bubbly and can definitely be a people pleaser. I love making people laugh but I constantly worry if I'm being too annoying when doing so.

I suppose I should add in that I'm neurodivergent as well and have some slightly annoying stims. I actually got yelled at at work for one of them last week 🙃 They're usually just me air punching people, rocking, or repeating different phrases but they do annoy others sometimes. However I am also extremely forgetful and a bit ditzy, I won't lie.

I hope I'm not missing anything! Thank you:)

Hey anon, I just wanted to say really quickly that I’m sorry you feel like you annoy ppl. From this little description I think you’d be really cool:] I’m also neurodivergent and funnily enough, we share some of the same stims! Don’t worry, you’ll find the ppl who you can be yourself around eventually. hope you’re having a great day🫶

I ship you with…..

SCREAM:

Stu Macher! I hc him with autism so he understands and emphasizes with having “annoying” stims. He won’t judge you, hell he’s probably gonna develop them as his own stims.

You guys are both bubbly people, although he expresses it very obviously, and will probably spend most your time making eachother laugh. He’s also a very blunt person and will tell you straight up how he feels about anything, and prefers if you’d do the same. This makes people believe he doesn’t care about others or their feelings, but he actually cares very much for those close to him. He just needs directness to understand and problem solve.

He’s gonna fidget with your chains and fishnets when cuddling or sitting close to eachother, unless you ask him to stop. You might have to remind him again if he does it subconsciously. He adores ppl with colored hair, and will definitely match with you at some point. He loves your style and will let beg you give him a makeover at least once.

He tries to sit with you to feed raccoons, but he has to much trouble staying still and quiet enough to get close. So instead he just watches from the window smiling and making lil comments to himself like “ooo that’s a big guy”

He’s not a big reader or writer but loves to lay his head in your lap and let you read aloud to him. Any time any song comes on, he’s dragging you to the dance floor, or just on your feet to move. If you don’t want to dance with him, he just dances next to you. He looks at all your dolls and lets you rant about them, but he’s watch Child’s Play one too many times to actual hold or touch them.

You’re in luck bc Stu’s favorite genre is Horror Comedy! Any movie involving either genre is enough for him to watch it at least once or twice.

THE LOST BOYS:

Dwayne! I had a harder time picking one for TLB, but I figured it out in the end. Dwayne is an extremely patient person, especially if he cares about you. The reason Paul and Marko target David for jokes is bc it’s impossible to get a decent reaction out of Dwayne.

He loves how your styles kinda match and buys two matching chains, with little charms representing you two.

He also comes off as cold at first, but once he warms up to you he’s just a protective, sweet guy who wants his loved ones to be happy.

If anyone says anything about your stims, they’re getting hit, and an ass beating if they’re not close to him.

He likes to compare your thoughts on books together, followed by recommendations for eachother. He’s anxiously awaiting for when you finish writing, want to read it as soon as possible.

He won’t initiate dancing, but is more than willing to if you ask. He also buys accessories for your dolls, and ends up loving them almost as much as you do

#glb match making #the lost boys #scream

[500days-of-autumn]

13th of october ‘22

I’m inside our car going home after a not-so-quick grocery shopping with my parents. This was such a busy day, and I’m still far from ending it because I need to review for tomorrow’s long exam. While browsing through Twitter on my study break, I encountered Someone Great on my timeline.

Yes, the movie Someone Great that I wholeheartedly adore. Jenny and Nate.

Since I’m still on my way home, I decided to look back on the movie and remembered how it started with Lorde’s Supercut as the intro. I do not even know what Supercut meant until I searched it online. It said:

“Supercut is a compilation of a large number of short video clips, typically showing examples of a repeated or clichéd action or phrase in films or broadcasts.”

A supercut of us.

That was what Lorde repeatedly said in her song; seemingly a metaphor for the memories of us, together, that is bound to be kept and remembered in such a short time.

In my head, I play a supercut of us

All the magic we gave off

All the love we had and lost

We all have our little, tiny memories with someone that is embedded in our hearts. The good and the bad, the late night talks, early morning strolls and greetings, and all the in-betweens. These memories are compiled together and kept inside us that could eventually be reminisced or be something that haunts us.

And in my head

The visions never stop

These ribbons wrap me up

But when I reach for you, there's just a supercut

And just like everything, nothing remains permanent. The “now” can eventually be “then”, and whatever we experience now will always be something we can never go back to. People included.

I honestly think that it has always been innate in us to remember the good times that we have with someone. Or maybe in my part. There are things that are associated with some people that I don’t want to remember. But at the same time, I would have loved to go for another 6 PM stroll in our university with them, and eat our favorite rice meal together again.

But then again, these memories remain as memories. It’s just a supercut of us.

#supercut #lorde #Spotify

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

While I worked in Mom’s yard a woman called me over to her car. This happens now and then, people wanting to ask about Mom because they see me handy.

And that’s what it was. She asked about Mom, going on and on about how wonderful Mom was as postmaster. Calling Mom sweet amuses me. I adore Mom, but of my parents she was the most unyielding in rage, most likely to shoot you if threatened, who daydreamed about poisoning the town water supply and who literally growled went we kids crossed a line.**

The lady said I probably didn’t remember her. No, I didn’t. But then I have never been good at remembering people. I think possibly I don’t ever use people’s names when I talk to them because it takes forever for me to hook a name to a face. Even with movies or tv, I can recognize an actor from a movie I saw once 25 years ago, but it will take me at least a dozen episodes of a tv series before I can start using the main character’s names instead of a description. In real life my contact with any individual is so brief, so little knowing, so little staring right into faces, so little hearing a name repeated, it’s harder.

She told me the name of her daughter that she said I played with a bit, and I did remember her. The name mostly, to be honest. The girl had been one of those kids significantly older than me that for some reason were drawn to me. It’d odd, really. Even now I run into the occasional person who knew me when they were teenagers and I was around four, and they will gush about how they loved running into me because I would always say such “interesting”, “strange”, or “funny” things. I was very little when I knew her significantly older daughter, so I can’t even remember her face.

So the lady spent a few more minutes talking about how much she adored my grandfather, how he spent days helping he on a project when she was in high school about our boat (and she got an A+) on it, and how kind and sweet he was. This amused me too. Grandaddy was my favorite person in the whole world, charming, the sort of dude who could and would befriend anyone…but he was also a mischievous scamp. He was fun as hell, my playmate and partner in crime, who was somehow was also incredibly tough in the face of true enemies.*** I dunno why “sweet” gets tossed around so freely, or why it always feels so weirdly weakening and diminishing of strong personalities to call them that.

Anyway, the lady was chatty, and turned to asking about me. I’m always open about my woes when prompted. I could lie, of course. I actually am an excellent liar when I have need enough to do it. I convince I expect because I can pretend it’s true while the words come out of my mouth. But I don’t lie except in the most extreme of circumstances, simply because it is antithetical to my nature. My instinct is to always tell the truth, using silence or careful phrasing to get around difficult moments honesty causes to others. I can’t seem to ever just lie because it is uncomfortable for me. I wish I could.

So there I was, telling her about a few of the things I am dealing with. Just a few, you understand, though the reaction made me realize that my plight must be worse than it seems. Nothing like seeing yourself reflected by others to find your life is more extreme than the normal it feels.

“Some things we women just can’t do.” I tried not to bristle. Then things I struggle with are because I only have one set of hands, no money, and limited knowledge of certain skills. A man in the same situation would struggle too. She added “You need a handy man!”

“Or five!” I laughed.

Then it went as these conversations always go. “You aren’t married? Haven’t you ever been married?”

I get sick of this. There is always this hint of judgement mixed with bafflement. The old maid. The spinster. The assumption I am too fussy or difficult or something. All the cliches of fiction about a woman that has never been married.

But I have to answer this a lot now. “It’s not that I wouldn’t wanted to get married, but no one has wanted me.”

“I can’t believe that! I’m sure that’s not true!”

Oh, geez, I HATE when people say that. I know they mean well, but do they really think I am lying about being asked to get married?? Like, oops, I somehow missed a proposal because I was driving or the tv was on too loud.

“Well, if anyone wanted to marry me they forgot to tell me.”

“But wouldn’t it be nice, to not be alone and have someone to help out?”

Yes lady, of course it would! Do you honestly think I don’t think about how wonderful it would be to have someone that loved me and would have my back in all these troubles? Do you think I WANT to be alone, and that this is just some choice I made deliberately?????

I bit back my annoyance, and turned it to a laugh. “Yeah, but abducting a guy at gunpoint to force him to marry me isn’t a good basis for a relationship. And keeping him locked up until the Stockholm Syndrome kicks in is such a pain.”

She chuckled. “But a woman, all alone…”

I hate this. I hate this. I always hate this. YES, I am a woman all alone. What the hell choice do I have? I could kidnap some companionship, like I said, which would be completely nuts. Or I can just curl up and die, which considering I don’t believe in an afterlife and have pets to think of, is pretty damn unappealing. I live alone because I would rather at least keep living, thank you very much.

Someone the other day asked about my future, how I will deal with getting too old for the things I do to keep living, and I said I guess I’d die then. I don’t want to die, but what’s the point in asking me about things I have no control over.

The person also asked me about my dreams for the future, and when I said I don’t dream anymore, they asked what I used to dream of, and honestly it got annoying. They don’t get it. I can’t think of what I used to dream of, or dream of the future, or plan for the future. I am focused on surviving day to day, and that’s hard enough. I don’t need to make myself miserable thinking about the impossible, all the things that never were and never can be.

To survive, to keep putting one painful foot in front of another, to have a reason to live, I can’t wallow in dreams or wishes or if only. I need to find whatever happiness I can, right here, right now.

Sure I wanted marriage and kids and a meaningful job and world travel and adventures and….they are fantasies. What I have is my pets wanting cuddles and finding a cool mushroom or snake to photograph and staying up late watching a movie while doing some crappy sculpting and making a pie from the cherries in Mom’s yard.

If I can take a moment to enjoy finding a weird bug on the tree I’m sawing up I will. Tiny things. Meaningless things. Unimportant things. My brother used to snidely say “Simple things for simple people”, meaning it very much as an insult. By any measure the world, my neighbors, and even my brother have my life is worthless, at best pitiful, at worst wasted. Maybe they are all right, and certainly they are right my future is a desolate, doomed place. But a metallic green beetle on that rotten pecan log makes my life worth living, right here, right now. And it’s enough.

Still, it would sure be nice to have someone to show that beetle too…

Damn. I’m like Wile E. Coyote running off a cliff, until conversations like these give a Roadrunner beep I don’t look down. But when they do…well, excuse me while I plummet.

**Let me be clear, neither of my parents were cruel in any way. We were never spanked or insulted. When provoked Pop would get frustrated, often cursing or break something, but he was never scary. Mom was the one that felt scary. She would stay quiet longer, but there was a limit. Then she would let you know she was pissed at you by growling, like an angry wolf. I knew she would never hurt me, but there was always a “YIKES” when she started snarling. It was more effective than Pop’s noise actually. We’d roll our eyes or laugh as Pop “demonstrated” like a great ape thumping his chest. He wouldn’t have hurt a fly, but Mom, well, there was always a chance she might bite! LOL

***Remember, my charming grandfather threw Billy Graham out of the house and had the KKK threatening his life. He would be charming and friendly, until you proved your unworthiness of it.

#my day #rambles #conversations #socializing #life #depression #loneliness #my life

[gabenvrhappened]

MusicOr... But Daddy I Love Him by Taylor Swift

Favorite Lyrics: Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned, screaming "But Daddy I love him!" ⬩ "I'm having his baby" ⬩ No, I'm not, but you should see your faces ⬩⬩ Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all ⬩ He was chaos, he was revelry ⬩ Bedroom eyes like a remedy ⬩⬩ Sanctimoniously performing soliloquies I'll never see ⬩ Thinking it can change the beat ⬩ Of my heart when he touches me ⬩ And counteract the chemistry and undo the destiny;

Since the moment The Tortured Poets Department tracklist was revealed, But Daddy I Love Him had become the song I was most excited to hear but its title alone. To be fair, most of the titles on the album sounded weird at first, but with Taylor, that's not new. I remember thinking, "Who would name a song 'I Did Something Bad'?" and it turned out to be one of my favorite songs on Reputation. So Daddy not only had the craziest title, but also had good pop references. The phrase is famous from the Little Mermaid movie, but I can also point out a white t-shirt Harry Styles once wore, and, just like the "Dump Him" t-shirt (which Britney used once, and then I saw it again during Saltburn), it just seems too iconic — I just know I need those shirts in my closet.

Alongside with LOML (more for the fact that I wanted to know what the acronym meant before getting spoiled on the internet), these would be the very first tracks I would hear from the album. I usually don't listen to Taylor's albums in full on release day. Sure, I like to experience the whole body of work at midnight with all the fans, but after that, I pick my favorites and proceed to listen to them on repeat while, day by day, adding new songs to the mix. I feel like in that way, I can fully absorb the songs in a sense that they feel fresh, while everybody in the world already knows the song.

Pressing play on But Daddy I Love Him was a magical and exhilarating experience. It was everything that I wanted it to be, but it gave me more questions: "How would the album sound as a whole?", "What should I expect from an album of such length-y tracks?". All those were vital questions, specially because it was the first time that I would experience the release of a new Taylor album in a place where a) I wasn't all by myself and b) I could buy the album on release day. For option "a", I let everybody in the house know that I was all about Taylor Swift and that would be my personality for weeks to come (and even my flatmate was starting to yell "But daddy, I love him" randomly in the house because, of course, I became insufferable with this song). So sitting in the dark of my living room, I ditched dinner, sat silently and alone with my headphones on. No, you can't talk to me. Yes, everything can wait. It was stirring and excruciating.

For me, that's the best part of new releases from Taylor — everything feels so rushed and fate-defying. Plus, at first, no lyrics to be found, and people freaking out on Twitter, with me trying to figure out all the lines. So many words. So many jokes. So many instruments and vocal layers to process. That's another reason why I never consume her albums in full during the first days. I need time to digest and understand each song. I need to let them come into my life in moments I need them. Imagine going through the whole album and then, six songs in, hitting this? It wouldn't definitely not feel the same.

Once the rush of the first few listenings came through, I decided to leave the house and go for a walk blasting the song. It was night, with chilly cold air, and not many people on the streets. The lines were starting to impregnate my head and by now I was fully under the control of the "I'm having his baby… No, I'm not, but you should see your faces". Not to mention how intense is the line were she says that, no matter how the world feels about this love, no one could ever change what she felt. No one could change destiny. Man, her delivery on that part... goosebumps. Goosebumps everywhere.

Honestly, this song gave me hope for the sound landscape of this project. If they were all in the vains of this one, this would definitely be my favorite album. Unfortunatelly, I feel like the majority of fans won't feel the same as me. I tend to always worship the songs other people don't feel like it.

For the option "b" I mentioned previously, not only would I be able to wake up early and buy the album, I would be doing that with one of my greatest friends. We met each other when we did a play with only Taylor Swift songs and became very close. When we realized that she would be in London the day the album was coming out, we made all the plans to be able to buy the physical edition as soon as the first record store in town opened. So we did it. And then she had to leave for the airport, and I had to leave for my adult appointments. That's why, it was late in the day that I was able to finally sit down with the album. I did that at The Jubilee Gardens, near the London Eye, accompanied by a half-full bottle of red wine, strawberries, blueberries, and other red fruits, with the booklet in hand to fully immerse myself into the album. The sun was setting, the alchool was quicking in, and song by song I started to pic my favorites.

Eleven albums in, and it always feels like the first time. Sure, the magic of waiting two years for new releases made everything more cathartic, and I'm still hoping for Taylor to come back using her higher voice in songs again, but even so, nothing beats the feeling of being able to wake up and have so many new songs from your favorite artist. Particularly when one of them is a grown-up fucked-up version of Love Story, who says "Fuck the weirdos and creepys. He's the one I fuck want!".

#MusicOrGabeNeverHappened

[willnicholson-french-new-wave]

Blog 5

The French new wave was truly a film movement that was before its time. In an era where the world just ended a global conflict and traditional Hollywood movies just weren't cutting it anymore, the French new wave paved the way for a new style of film to blossom. In a book by Richard Neupert, he discusses the main reasons that directors were inspired to create something new. "By the middle of the 1950s, angry young critics were using the term 'tradition of quality' to deride the mainstream output. The phrase now connoted old-fashioned costume epics out of touch with modern life." (Neupert 2007)

To me, one of the most impressive aspects of the French new wave was the way the directors had to make everything else work like the script and themes of their films as they did not have the funding that big-time studios had. In an article by Filmmaking Lifestyle, they talk about some of the experimental techniques that directors in the new wave used when they say "The films were often shot on location with non-professional actors...In addition, they often employed techniques like hand-held cameras and jump cuts – something that had not been regularly done before French New Wave."

The film that I wanted to discuss that encapsulates everything I have talked about so far is The 400 Blows. I know that it is the second time that I have talked about this film but there are so many sources out there to back up how good this film is that it is worth talking about again. It is also my favorite film of the French new wave.

In an abstract from a book by Frank McLaughlin, he discusses why the film is important to learn due to its uniqueness. "In the film, a powerful image of the terrifying isolation that the adolescent, Doinel, experiences is presented through repeated camera shots of symbolic barriers in his environment--his cramped and cluttered apartment-home, the drab decay and gloom of the inner city, the selfish preoccupation of his teacher and parents, and, finally, the immense and impersonal ocean." (1967)

I have already talked about what happens in the film so I will go more into why the film is considered to be a part of the French new wave. The first and obvious reason is that the film takes place in the time period declared the French new wave. Another example is the main character of the film Antonie. This is one of the first times where we saw a child be considered the main character instead of a side character as the story is all about his life and his journey. This was very uncommon at the time. We also see in this film how we are going through Antonie's everyday life and how there is really nothing that is outstandingly special about him. He is just a kid and we are viewing his story. We also see examples of abstract camera angles throughout the film that are a staple of the movement. Here is an example of one below where the actors are looking directly into the camera.

In the video below there is another example of the filming and camera work techniques from this film being non-traditional. In this scene we see Antonie being questioned about things he has done throughout the film. This is the same shot for 3 minutes with a couple of fade transitions. This is an example of the directors not having a budget for multiple cameras so instead they rely on the actor's ability to make this scene feel real.

Finally, I wanted to talk about one of the most discussed scenes in cinema, the final shot of this film. In this shot we see Antonie escaping and running where he eventually ends up on a beach. The shot is long and does not have many cuts. For most of it, it's just one continuous shot of him running. Then he finally reaches the beach and walks around for a little, he looks right into the camera and the film ends on a freeze frame. Here is said scene

In an article by Susannah Bragg McCullough and Julian Cornell, they discuss why the scene ends on a freeze frame and why it is important. "I love that The 400 Blows ends in a freeze frame...He’s escaped from juvie. He’s going to get caught and brought back — we’ve already seen what’s happened with the other kids, and that’s what’s happening to him eventually...Part of what’s going on in the French New Wave is reorienting the relationship between the artist and the audience – making it much more intimate, interpretive and collaborative in a way. Respecting the audience" (McCullough, Cornell)

I love this quote because it shows what the directors and the French new wave in general were trying to do. This isn't a happy Hollywood ending that audience members have been accustomed to seeing. There is no clear-cut ending to this film, just the actor looking into the camera. I also like that they made the point that this is probably not going to work out for Antonie. He is probably just going to get caught as he is on the beach and doesn't have a plan. That's what the directors of this film and other new-wave films want though. The point of these films is to be real and show that in life, some stories end with no true happy ending or one that is easy to comprehend.

Overall The 400 Blows is a great film and one of the best examples of what the French new wave was trying to do with their new and inventive films.

Sources:

The Take (Final Scene)

Princeton Film Society

The Teachers Guide to Media and Methods (book)

Filmmaking LifeStyle

A History of the French New Wave Cinema (book)

[discoerot1ca]

it came as: oh, a figure who gives attention, who remembers, who shines as though apollo were in their head. I must keep this one. and then the little exploits, the sunny afternoon. it had no road but this one. I tell everyone about you, you know. that’s my nature, when there is someone to go on about, when there is a wonderful thing to pin up in my hair and take a walk down to the laundromat with. I fall first for the dazzling story of you, constantly retold and reinvented. I cannot seem to keep your name in my mouth.

my glitter is everywhere in your car, as I find a place for my knees, a place out the window, a place for holding your hand. the flyer for the show we attended lives next to my shoes. ink on my fingers from your letters, and the kitchen! I made you breakfast one morning and we cleaned every dish, but the pink of my cheeks stained the counter.

and so then it came as: oh, a person who picked me up without question, who offers their arm, who drew up a movie scene between us. you stay in my life so long I do not have to remark to everyone whenever we spend the hour together. two cups in the sink most days, a favorite dinner spot for celebrating. you teach me your town and I find new places for us in it. we drag each other along into new hobbies, experiences we’d never have sought out on our own. guard and silence lose their way, names live and die, as we learn to be people here. we make a blanket one month, you in your way and me in mine. when the weather chills, we share it, patched-up over a warm underlayer.

and even after that it came as: oh, a friend who gives the drive sunrise, who cooks good food for us in this home, who sits quiet but opens their arms on stormy evenings. it came as: oh, a life. we are driving we are driving we are driving together, and you are not getting out. I am not getting out.

(- keep changing color on me. love, I can’t stop writing you letters)

I’m in my childhood bedroom as I write this. surrounded by relics, floor unearthed, carpet vacuumed, papers piled on my desk like ancient tomes. paleontology, anthropology, no historian could ever capture the thoughts swimming through my mind at all hours of the day.

three minutes longer than our last call, your voice returns to me. you’ve sold a piece of your soul if you ever had one to make this piece of art. eighteen hours! you said, and i could feel the exhaustion emanating from you. i find myself wondering why you took my advice to heart, why you would admit that is a mystery to me.

artist and writer, thumbs and forefingers bound by invisible strings, do you think that I’ve forgotten about you? do i think you’ve forgotten about me? the names you’ve seen too many times etch their way into stories i find in my old composition books.

of course. of course. of course. the one phrase you keep repeating, as if everything was meant to unfold like this. you were never achilles, i was never patroclus. maybe you were Apollo, maybe i was Cassandra. but see, that one doesn’t fit quite right either. prophecy doesn’t tell us everything. the future is more pliable than we can imagine.

but new years, new beginnings, new friends falling away, old friends returning, of course you’d come back to me. you came, i called. we both look different than how we found each other, that much is clear, but your laugh sounds just the same, my dear, and I’m glad you still laugh these days. this year has not been easy for either of us.

-i meant what i said. we’ll return someday.

#i know damn well who this is about too #i’m not sorry for thinking about you again. #asks #love letters

[chocolatecakecas]

PLEASE talk about jack and winnie the pooh i WILL cry

oh god anon im gonna try to not write a novel about this. @archervale Archie this is on you, because you just fueled the fire asfhdjahdhs. Also i am going to take this the baby!jack truthing route because I have to:

-I literally just think Jack is SUCH a "Winnie the Pooh" baby, like it's his first "thing", yk his first little "obsession". Because it's literally perfect. Yellow is definitely a Jack color, and Winnie the Pooh is just so gentle and hopeful, and the cartoons are light and silly, but meaningful and Jack would adore them. I also think Cas finds Pooh so endearing, like of COURSE he falls in love with him instantly, which only fuels Jack's love (and I mean the bees and the honey? Like cmon it's too adorable). And Cas will always watch the cartoons snuggled up with him and he even starts reading Jack a chapter from the original book each night. (Also who is later seasons Cas, if not Pooh Bear???)

-But Dean starts it all, because the bedding Dean first bought for Jack's nursery (room at the bunker) was Winnie the Pooh themed. It was the cheapest one at Walmart and the sight of the little cartoon bees on the sheets definitely didn't make him think of a certain someone. Which led to Dean always choosing to buy pooh bear themed items (blankets, clothes, bottles, toys and books of course) if they had it, because hey everything might as well match if it can. Besides, Dean actually liked the bear from what he could remember, and it wasn't like Jack had any complaints. Then as Jack got a little older Dean figured he might as well show the kid who the character is, since his face was printed on practically everything Jack owned. So he found a copy of the "Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh" at the thrift store, and played it for him on the crappy dvd player Sam bought, even if he was too young to actually "watch it". And Jack loved it (well he didn't fall asleep, so Dean counted that as a win). So whenever he could, he popped it into the dvd player and would "watch" with him, even if it was just serving as background noise.

-When Jack gets to the age where he starts repeating everything he hears, he constantly just says "oh bother". But he doesn't really understand the context behind it, so Jack will usually just say it to say it. Sometimes he gets it right, like after he knocks over his block tower, or the time Cas accidentally spilled his drink. But Dean thinks its the cutest thing it the world whenever Jack races into a room shouting the phrase with a huge smile on his face.

-Winnie the Pooh of course sticks with Jack as he gets older, One time when they're all watching a Winnie the Pooh cartoon for the billionth time, Jack gets the brilliant idea to bring his favorite stuffed rabbit (Bun) to life. The whole thing was VERY cute but they obviously couldn't let Jack keep it like that, and of course Jack understood because he's a very smart boy, thank you very much. (But a few weeks later when Jack watches Toy Story for the first time, he brings ALL his toys to life and his reasoning was simply. "You said not to make any stuffed bunnies alive, you didn't say i couldnt make barbies be alive")

here are some winnie the pooh things Jack definitely has💛

#this took too long to answer bc it made me sOB #i literally say this as a winnie the pooh kid(i was also a toy story kid when i got older asfhajdh) #(i used to just repeat little phrases from my favorite movies when i was like 2ish without actual and one of them was oh bother asfhakdhsh) #i had the table and those cups/plates asjdjaja #remember jack is half angel. so he developed faster and can understand/do things faster than a regular baby can #i also dont have kids. so im going off of what I know. #cas loves winnie the pooh. theres no way he doesnt he literally loves him #anon #winnie the pooh #bec answers #baby jack truthing #jack kline #dadstiel #dean winchester #destiel

[cobrakaisb]

5 times robby fell in love with you + 1 time he actually said it

requested: no

a/n: hey besties it’s been a hot minute! i promise that part two of modern day romeo and juliet is in the works but here is a little robby imagine because i have been in my robby feels lately. :)

summary: read the title besties :) you and robby are already dating in this imagine. 

word count: 1832

one: wheel training

“i don’t know about this mr. larusso,” you mumble as you take your sweatshirt off to climb into the pond. robby was already in there, shivering from the coolness of the water. “you’ll be fine y/n,” mr. larusso says encouragingly. you nod, slowly entering the shallow pond with robby’s help. together the two of you approach the wheel in the middle, each of you on your respective sides. “okay now climb on,” mr. larusso instructs, and you look nervously at robby, who just nods. together the two of you climb onto the wheel.

after countless tries and many failed attempts the two of you were able to perform the technique semi-decently. “we did it!” you shout as you come up from the water. robby and mr. larusso laugh at your excitement. you splash some water up in the air, laughing as the droplets hit your skin on the way down. robby looks at you adoringly, a smile on his face. “alright you two, that’s enough for today. i’ll see you tomorrow,” mr. larusso says, smiling at the two of you as he walks towards the house. 

once he’s inside the house, robby wades through the water to you. “we did it robby!” you cheer, throwing your arms around his shoulders, a proud smile on your face. “yes we did baby,” he answers, resting his forehead against yours. “just imagine us doing that in a fight! we’d be unstoppable!” you exclaim and robby just nods his head. he wasn’t really paying attention to what you were saying, instead he was thinking about how happy you made him and how contagious your smile was.    

two: during the mall fight

“get behind me,” you instruct demetri, pushing the tall boy behind you, while sam took care of the others. “back off,” sam tells hawk, and you nod your head, getting into your fighting stance. hawk scoffs at the three of you. “i don’t want to have to hit a girl,” he says, looking between you and sam. now it was your turn to scoff. “funny how you think you’d even stand a chance against us,” you say confidently. now robby was beside you, the three of you covering demetri.

“five against four. more like three and a half,” hawk remarks, nodding towards his friends, signaling the start of the fight. you were fighting off two boys in the back while robby was fighting off two of them in the front. sam was taking care of some boy towards the middle of the group, while demetri just stood in the center, not fighting anyone. slowly, one by one, you and your friends had taken down the cobra kais, well all of them except for hawk. 

you look over your shoulder to see hawk charging towards you robby, who was cornered up against a table. you knew that robby could handle himself, but a wave of protectiveness washed over you. the next thing you know, hawk was lying on the floor of the food court while you stood in front of robby. everyone ohed at the sight of hawk lying on the ground, but you didn’t pay them any mind. you turn to face robby, grabbing his face in your hands. “are you alright?” you ask, looking over him worriedly. robby chuckled at you, pulling you into a tight hug. “i’m fine baby, thank you,” he answers with nothing but admiration in his voice as he kisses your forehead.  

three: he catches you singing

robby jogs up the stairs to your room. today the two of you were taking a break from karate and planning on watching a movie together. robby knocks on the door, but there was no answer. he cracks the door open and sees you jumping around your room. you were wearing one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, your hair brush in your hand, as you belted out the lyrics to teenage dirtbag. “oh yeah! dirtbag!” you sing along with zayn malik. robby smiles as he watches you sing and dance around the room. 

now you were standing in front of your mirror, pointing to yourself as you sang, completely engrossed in the song. at one point you tilt your head back, really getting into it. robby continues to watch you sing the song, a loving smile on his face the entire time. he only makes himself known when he claps his hands once the song ends. you freeze, turning towards the door where your boyfriend is clapping. a blush immediately coats your cheeks, as you throw your hairbrush on your bed. 

“i didn’t take you as a singer y/n,” robby points out, stepping into your room. your blush turns an even deeper shade of red as you look away from his hazel eyes. robby closes the distance between the two of you, placing a loving kiss on your lips. “i thought it was cute,” robby confesses once you seperate. “especially since you’re wearing my shirt,” he continues, a giggle escaping your mouth. “stop being cheesy,” you say, pushing him away from you. “but you love it,” he remarks, sitting down on your bed. you roll your eyes, “i guess.”    

four: your date at the roller rink

it was 80s night at the roller rink, and you and robby were long overdue for a date night. you and robby decided to go as people from the outsiders. robby as a soc and you as a greaser. “an enemies to lovers typa beat,” you explain, fixing his jacket. robby just nods along, too busy admiring you in your ripped jeans and leather jacket. 

“i’ll go get the skates. wait here,” robby says, kissing your cheek as he walks towards the rental counter. shortly after, robby comes back with two pairs of skates. “thanks robby,” you say, placing a chaste kiss on his lips as he sits down on the bench next to you. “okay ready?” robby asks, and you nod, grabbing his hand as the two of you head over to the roller rink. 

together you skate leisurely around the rink. laughing and singing along to the 80s songs that the dj is playing. while the two of you are skating hand in hand when the song i would die 4 u by prince comes on. “oh my gosh! i love this song!” you cheer, excitement all over your face. robby chuckled at your words, “i know. i may have put in a request with the dj.” you smile so big when robby said that. “you’re the best robby,” you say, and robby could tell that your words were genuine. robby just smiled at you, listening to you sing along with prince.       

five: midnight baking session

you couldn’t sleep. it was 12:00 at night, and you could not fall asleep. robby on the other hand, was fast asleep. well you thought he was fast asleep when you left your room to go to the kitchen. it turns out that robby wasn’t asleep because he was now standing in the kitchen, watching as you grabbed different ingredients. “what are you doing y/n? it’s twelve am,” robby asks, a tired yawn escaping him. “i couldn’t sleep so i decided to make some brownies. want to help?” you ask him, and you're practically begging him with your eyes to say yes. “why not,” robby mumbles, joining you. 

“yes! okay so can you go get the medium saucepan? it’s in that cabinet over there,” you instruct, pointing towards the cabinet. robby nods tiredly and gets you the pan, wrapping his arms around your waist once he brings it to you. “tired?” you ask him, measuring out the flour. “just a bit,” robby replies, resting his head on your shoulder, kissing your neck. you giggle, moving your head away from him. “stop that tickles,” you say, looking at the snoop dogg cookbook. 

about forty minutes later, you and robby are sitting on the couch watching friends and eating brownie sundaes. “these brownies are so good,” robby says, basically moaning at the taste. “yeah babe? do you like them?” you ask, cuddled up to his side. robby nods vigorously. “they are so good. you better make these more often,” he says, looking at you. “i will,” you promise and robby nods gratefully. the two of you continue to watch the show and eat your ice cream.

“hey i’m done. do you want me to put your bowl in the sink?” robby asks, sitting up from his spot on the couch. “yes please,” you respond, handing him the empty bowl. robby takes it from you, but not before placing a kiss on your cheek. “what was that for?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “you had some chocolate there, and maybe i just wanted to kiss you,” robby replies and a huge smile encompasses your face. 

it was now three am and george lopez was playing. you were asleep on robby’s chest, while he was watching the show. “i love you robby,” you mumble tiredly, cuddling into his chest more. robby tenses at your words, but he smiles and places a kiss on your forehead, quietly repeating the phrase back to you.    

one: when you visit him in jail

you sat down at the table, waiting for robby to come out. you were fidgeting with the tupperware of brownies you brought for him. even though you had come to visit robby multiple times, you always got nervous waiting for him. the door opened and teenage boys were walking into the room. your eyes immediately searching for robby. he saw you right away, and walked over to your table.

“hi robby,” you say quietly once he sits down. robby gives you a small smile, “hi baby.” it was quiet for a minute, but you quickly broke the silence by shoving the tupperware container towards him. “i made you brownies. the snoop dogg ones because they’re your favorite,” you explain and robby smiles widely at you, grabbing your hand that was resting on the table. 

“thanks. i’ll eat them as soon as i can,” he says truthfully. “are you okay? they haven’t been bugging you have they?” you ask him quietly, looking over his face for any bruises or cuts. robby chuckles at how worried you are. “i’m fine y/n, i promise. you don’t need to worry about me,” robby says and you roll your eyes at him. “i worry because i care and because i love you,” you answer, casually slipping that three word phrase in there. robby sits there in shock for a minute before an even bigger smile takes over his face. “i love you too y/n,” he says, squeezing your hand. a smile as big as robby’s takes over your face too. 

“so what’s been going on?” robby asks and you immediately jump into a ramble about the newest book that you’ve been reading. meanwhile, robby just smiles, proud of himself for finally telling you how he feels. 

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[wannabe-fic-writer]

Kara Danvers x Reader : Behave

Summary: Only good girls get rewarded. 

Genre: 18+ Smut Includes(d/s dynamic, choking, edging, spanking, bondage, temperature play, overstimulation)

Request: Yes / No

Word Count: 3,104

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Blazing blue eyes watch you from across the apartment. A deep dent rests between light brown eyebrows as pink lips press together.

This is the third time you’ve bent over to show your ass to Winn and James and there’s no way they weren’t looking with the way you’re dressed tonight. That plus your shameless flirting with Lena.

Kara trusts that none of them will do anything but that is far beyond the point. 

When you raise up you make direct eye contact with your girlfriend and she catches the glint in your eyes. She’s seen it a million times and knows exactly what it means, that doesn’t change a thing for her. 

The second you step away from your shared group of friends into J’onn’s dining room, she’s grabbing your hand and pinning you to the wall around the corner. Her thumb and fingers press into either sides of your neck, the palm of her hand against your throat. When you swallow you can feel the slight pressure of her palm.

“You are testing my patience little one.” She speaks in a lustfully menacing tone that sends a shiver down your back straight to your core.

The way you raise your head and look down at the blonde could be taken as a challenge from anybody else but Kara knows it’s your way of exposing yourself to her, in the only way you can at the moment. More of your neck is laid bare before her eyes, a just barely noticeable vein there that Kara stares at, she could just lean forward and leave a perfect mark right there. You’d walk away from here with everyone knowing you’re hers.

“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” You feign innocence. 

With the way she narrows her eyes you just barely fear that she’s going to hit you with her laser eyes. 

Her jaw clenches and you swear you can hear it click.“ You do a lot of cute things, but playing dumb isn’t one of them.” Kara keeps her voice low which just adds to the faint throb between your legs that you’ve been feeling since you saw her putting on your favorite strap earlier.“ If you behave for the rest of the night, you can get the reward I had planned for you after your punishment.” 

Knowing that your girlfriend will hold true to her words you nod. And you do in fact behave for the remainder of the night. 

You’d gotten the exact reaction you wanted from her so you have no reason to dig a deeper hole, even though there are times where you like to push the limits. 

By the time everyone is heading out, your anticipation has reached its peak. You can barely keep your expression neutral as you hug J’onn goodnight and walk out with Kara. The blonde wastes no time securing you in her arms and shooting across the sky to her apartment. 

In a matter of seconds, she’s setting you down in the living room, her hands gripping your hips,“ go strip and wait for me.” The swat on your ass is hardly enough to even warm you up for what’s to come but it does make you jump a little.

“Yes ma’am,” you say teasingly, making sure to look back at her when you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

Inside the bedroom you make quick work of shedding all your clothes off, neatly folding them and setting them on the dresser, before placing yourself on the edge of the bed. 

There isn’t a single noise that gives way to what she could be doing and it slightly worries you. However you trust Kara. This is far from the first time something like this has happened so you know she won’t hurt you or do anything you’re uncomfortable with.

When she finally steps into the room she comes to stand in front of you. With a teasing slowness, she removes each article of clothing without taking her eyes off of you at all. You swallow at the sight of her completely bare in front of you.

The number of nights you’d gotten off on just the sight of her and your own touch plays in the back of your head, only fueling the flames that are growing inside of you.

Reaching out, Kara curls a finger under your chin,“ what’s our word little one?”

“Jumanji.” 

Despite the intensity of the situation, a smile cracks on both of your faces. Your safe word never fails to amuse you both. It was oddly fitting when you’d chosen it, both of you being movie buffs, also what better phrase to use to stop something you can’t handle or don’t want happening. 

The smile wipes from her face quickly.“ Good girl,” she stands up straight,“ lay back and put your hands over your head.”

You do as she says, scooting up the bed and crossing your arms at the wrists above your head. Patience chips away as you wait for her but you remain silent, there’s no need to worsen your punishment. What it’ll be tonight you don’t know but Kara never disappoints.

Your beautiful girlfriend returns from her trip to the closet with an all too familiar cloth in her hand. Made from the same fabric that her cape is, makes this particular cloth perfect for the current situation. Bullets couldn’t pierce her cape so you both know there’s no way you’re getting out of it when it’s tied perfectly around your wrists.

Ever loving, Kara tugs on the perfect bow and glances down at you,“ too tight?” You shake your head in response. 

It truly is a sight to see the woman throw her legs over your body, sitting her ass back on your thighs as she runs her hands up your sides.“ I’m proud of you for behaving,” she speaks softly,“ but I can’t disregard how you acted at the beginning of the night little one.”

She doesn’t miss the way your breath seems to hitch when her fingers brush under your breasts.“ You gonna be a good girl for the rest of the night?”

“Yes.”

“I know.” Dragging her nails down your side ever so slightly, she raises up enough to spin you around. 

Her chosen punishment is a spanking, made incredibly clear when her hand lands on your ass, much harder than it had earlier. The shock of the first hit always sends you pressing into the bed, a near silent hiss slipping through your teeth. 

Each hit gets progressively harder and makes you all the more aroused. The magic number is twenty but you can feel the slick coating your thighs at ten. 

“Oh you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” She pauses,“ you love when I mark this little ass up don’t you?” The next smack tells you she expects a reply. 

A sigh of yes falls from your lips, the struggle of not squeezing your thighs together growing by the second. 

She tsks,“ but this is supposed to be a punishment baby.” Before you can even reply she spanks you harder than she has all night. A mix between a cry and a moan leaving your lips.

The light throb on your backside is welcomed as it accompanies a wave of arousal. 

But you know, as pleasuring as you find this, it won’t be enough to douse the fire in your belly. 

When she delivers the final smack you swear you can feel it all over. It’s possible she put a little more power behind that one, enough so that you never forget but not enough to truly hurt you. Letting you calm down, she straddles your back, hands slipping around to your front. The instant her fingers pinch your nipples you know the break is over. It never lasts long. 

Just as she had before, she turns you over. You can now feel her core against your abdomen. Her slightest movement spreads her slick across your stomach along with a light brush from the harness of the strap. The thought alone of her being so turned on is enough to make you moan, the sound starting deep in your throat.

Soft fingers brush your now pert nipples, one of the appendages replaced by the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your nipple, teeth gently biting into it, tugging up to leave a tingling sensation.

You swear you were about to say something, possibly ask that she speed up just a little, but the words are snatched from you mouth and brain at the suddenly cold feeling on your had been warm breasts. 

A glance down shows her mouth still wrapped around you which draws the conclusion that she most certainly just used her ice breath on you. 

It’s an odd sensation at first, completely out of left field, but she repeats it. The cold goes away, she warms you up, and the cold comes back. You can feel the goosebumps rising across your skin as you arch up into her.

Kara places one featherlight kiss on your abused nipple before moving to the other. More than anything you wish to thread your fingers into those golden curls and the inability to do so frustrates you.

Growling lowly makes blue eyes flick up to you, a brow quirking in curiosity.

She pulls her mouth from you with a quiet pop,“ getting impatient are we?” Puckering her lips, she blows down on your breast, cold air bursting over your nipple. 

“Please let me touch you.” You beg, for the first time tonight.

Her head tilts, fingers running down your jaw,“ you think you deserve to touch me little one?” You nod frantically. You need to touch her. For a split second she looks like she’ll let you, only to shake her head,“ not yet.” 

With still cold lips, she kisses your neck. Your heated skin clashes with the temperature of her lips and your toes curl with yet another shiver. 

“Kara…” you groan when those kisses press to your hip bones and pelvis. Just a few inches south and she’ll be exactly where you need her to be, where you crave her touch.

Instead of her mouth though, you feel the digits of her fingers run through your folds.“ Oh you’re absolutely soaked baby.” She whispers against your pelvis, breath no longer cold. 

Collecting your juices on her fingers, she trails them up your folds to your clit, light circles drawing around the bundle of nerves. Your hands clench into fists above your head, hips pushing up in search of more friction. If you weren’t experiencing such pleasure you’d frown at how easily she allows you to get it. 

Her fingers press tighter circles into you, loving the occasional throb she feels, before she moves them back down to your entrance. With ease she slips both digits inside of you, dragging them across your walls and expertly curling against that perfect little spot in you. 

You say her name like it’s a prayer and her need to keep hearing it drives her to finally wrap her lips around your clit. However you aren’t expecting her mouth to be cold again. 

“Oh fuck,” you sigh, body unsure whether to run from the sensation or embrace it. Your back arches into the bed, running from it, while your hips jolt up in search of more. 

She swirls her tongue and curls her fingers like she was put on this earth for the sole purpose of pleasing you. Your moans bounce off the walls and Kara knows her neighbors can hear but she doesn’t care one bit, not when silencing you means stopping. You taste like honey and Kara laps at everything you have to offer like it’ll save her.

The coil in your belly wounds tighter and tighter. Kara can feel how close you are, your walls fluttering around her fingers, clit throbbing more with each lick. Just when she feels you about to let go she pulls away. 

“Kara!” You whine, body slumping into the bed dejectedly as frustration runs over you. 

“It’s only what you deserve little one.” A teasing smirk forms on her lips as she bathes in how needy you are for her. She’d love to say this is only part of your punishment but she’d have done it anyway. It’ll be worth it in the end and she knows that, almost better than you do. 

Pushing your legs even further apart, she kneels between them, blue eyes taking in the mess you made of the sheets. Gods if she didn’t already have plans she’d eat you like you were her last meal, cause there’s nothing better than you coming on her tongue. 

“Kara,” the softness of your voice draws her eyes up. Her eyes widen a little at the look in yours, she isn’t sure she’s ever seen it.“ Please fuck me.” You beg for it so sweetly that she couldn’t say no even if she wanted to. Those eyes reveal your need for it even more than mess between your legs does.

Moving up to hover over you, she raises a hand to cup your cheek, and pull you into a kiss. Your lips mold together perfectly. The taste of yourself on her tongue as she slips it into your mouth elicits another moan and your, now free, hands rests on her back, nails lightly scratching the skin there.

The hand on your cheek slips down your body, smoothing over your breast and ribs and then away. Tracing the tip of the dildo through your folds, deliberately running it against your clit, she covers it in your slick, before thrusting into you. 

She gives you a second, a literal second, to adjust before taking you with a brutal speed. The nails on her back dig in harder, nowhere near breaking skin. Your legs wrap around her hips, bringing her closer to you. 

Every moan and gasp that slips from your lips travels straight to her ear and only fuels her ministrations. But she can’t help but feel like it’s not enough. Her head leans down to bury her face into your neck, seconds later she bites and sucks marks into your skin. 

You could feel that flame that had been inside of you, licking every inch of your skin. The toy drags across your walls perfectly and every angled thrust causes it to hit your gspot. 

If she weren’t a kryptonian you’d swear that her superpower was fucking you so perfectly. 

Feeling you close again, Kara snakes a hand between the two of you, fingers wrapping around your throat. She just leaves it there for a moment, the anticipation enough to build you to that perfect point. Just when you arrive, she applies the slightest bit of pressure to the sides of your neck. 

A whimper falls from your lips, so pathetic that if it weren’t Kara causing it embarrassment would’ve killed you. Your eyes screw shut, lip getting trapped between your teeth. With how hard you’re biting it she knows you're fighting hard not to come without permission and you’d already received your punishment. 

“Come for me little one.” She whispers against the shell of your ear. 

Your legs tighten even harder around her and she slows her thrusts. She feels the pressure of your nails on her back increase and it drives her mad. There will never be a sight more beautiful than watching you come undone. 

Her hand unwraps from your throat and you breathe easier, chest heaving from your orgasm and lack of air. 

When she sits back on her calves, still softly rocking into you, the purpose for her trip to the bathroom is revealed. Two vibes seemingly appear in her hand out of thin air. She clicks one on, slipping it behind the harness to no doubt rest against her clit based on the moan she releases, and the other, she sends it to its highest setting and presses it to your swelling clit. 

The instant vibrations makes you throw your head back into the pillows, fingers now clenching the bed sheets as your back arches. 

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, she sets an even more brutal pace than before. Her hips slam into you at an ungodly speed, going deeper than she had before. 

You know the vibe plus her thrusts are going to send you over the edge long before she does and she’s hoping for it. 

Pressing the vibe even closer to your clit pushes you over. It seems as though your body adopts the vibration of the little toy. Your thighs quiver as you come but she doesn’t stop. 

With the next one, you feel as your juices nearly explode from you, soaking Kara and the bedsheets. A loud cry leaves your lips as your fingers wrap around the wrist of Kara’s hand holding the vibe. 

“Please, I can’t-” breathless words spill from your lips and Kara clicks the vibe off, stilling her hips and removing the vibe away from her own swollen bud. 

Blue eyes search your form as you breathe laboriously. Her hands rest at your hips, gently rubbing from them up to your sides in a soothing manner. 

It takes a long minute for you to finally breathe evenly, your chest now rising and falling in a less concerning way. 

Kara slips the dildo from you, your pussy clenching around nothing at the now empty feeling. She leans down to kiss your thigh,“ you did so well little one,” her lips ghost over your skin,“ look how much you came for me?” Sitting back, she allows you to look down at the large damp spot on the sheets, you felt it on your thighs, but seeing it on hers and the sheets makes you realize just how hard you truly came. 

“Well fuck,” you mumble, head falling back against the pillows,“ this is my favorite set.” Both of you chuckle at the little joke.

Having tossed the toys aside, your girlfriend moves to rest beside you, her elbow allowing her to prop her head on her hand.“ Are you okay?” She asks softly, combing her fingers through your unruly mane. 

You nod, kissing the palm of her hand when it lays against your cheek to back up your words. 

“Okay,” her thumb strokes your cheek,“ I’ll run a bath.”

She rolls out of bed and your head lolls to the other side to watch her naked form head to the bathroom.“ If this is what I get for misbehaving,” your words make her stop at the door, gaze catching yours over her shoulder,“ I might have to do it more often.”

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[writenavy]

Writing Action & Naval Battles: Dialogue

I get a lot of questions about naval tactics and naval battles.  Writing action is something a lot of authors find hard; juggling pacing with descriptions is challenging!  Personally, I love it, but only after a lot of experimentation.  It probably also helps that I spent a number of years training for this stuff, but you really can find the right rhythm without it.

I’m going to talk about modern naval battles here, because that’s what I know.  And it’s fun.

There are a lot of good movies out there with good naval battles.  The Navy actually advises on quite a few of them (like Top Gun, The Hunt for Red October, Hunter Killer, Greyhound, and more).  One of the things you’ll notice, particularly in surface and submarine battles, is that there’s a particular cadence to speech and orders during the battle.

This video, from Greyhound (an excellent World War II movie if you haven’t seen it), shows that really well:

Or, if you prefer the classic Hunt for Red October and submarine battles, this clip of USS Dallas (always one of my favorites) shows the same:

You can notice a few things that are always present (though movies make them a little less so):

Repeatbacks. This is where we repeat the same order as given, just to make sure we understood it - like “Left full rudder,” answered with “Left full rudder, aye, my rudder is left thirty degrees, no new course given.”

Orders are scripted and predictable. There’s no misunderstandings because the phrase is the same every time.  There’s no “Full left rudder.” It’s always “Left full rudder.” That means the same thing every time. There’s no guesswork. And believe me, when you’re stressed, it’s easier (and much more comfortable) to fall back on familiar things. Battle is stressful, ya’ll.

Orders are short.  We use prowords (think of them as official nicknames) where we can to reduce misunderstandings. Sure, memorizing them is annoying, but this helps keep radio communications shorter, too.  We use track numbers (which any good radar/combat systems suite labels things with) to refer to targets and not ship names, nicknames, or descriptions. Again, this is to reduce misunderstandings.

Training is important. It’s all people fall back on when the proverbial shit hits the fan--and don’t let anyone lie to you, battle plans never survive first contact with the enemy.  Training is what keeps people focused and on target.  That isn’t to say that people can’t be creative within the bounds of their training.  Creative solutions are the provenance of well trained people who use that training to think outside the box.  Gifted amateurs either burn out or get enough experience.

Now, how do you write like this? 

It takes practice.  If you’re not someone who’s been the service, I’m actually going to tell you to watch movies that do this well. Not movies that randomly have people popping to attention and screaming “Yes, sir!” at the top of their lungs - we don’t do that very often in the service (at least not after basic training, where that’s all you do).  I mean movies that concentrate on well-trained teams doing their jobs and doing them well.

Listen to how they talk.  Listen to the rapid fire orders, responses, and repeatbacks. Greyhound is 100% the best movie for naval combat I’ve ever seen. Watch it, love it, and embrace the navyspeak.

Here’s an example out of War of the Submarine; it’s air defense from a destroyer’s perspective, but the rhythm is there:

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[frogwithsocks]

‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’ was released 9 years ago today.

*I wrote this text in June 2021.*

I watched my favorite movie today for the fortieth time. every time I watch it is a different experience and I never get tired of reviewing it. this movie has been part of my life from the first moment I watched it, I'm completely attached to each character and each scene. it's hard to put into words how important this movie is to me, maybe it's impossible to convey how much I love it. but, I've been writing for a while about every sensation and every little thing I notice in this movie, one of which I recently noticed while listening to Bowie's song, 'Heroes', when Bowie says "Though nothing will drive them away" and the one titled "nothing", Patrick is driving, and in another part he says "Though nothing, will keep us together", and sometimes Charlie or someone of the group moved away in some situation, Patrick who brought them together. and the last bit that says it "And we kissed, as though nothing could fall", the interpretation of Patrick's kisses with all the people he kissed in the movie.

I read the book as soon as I saw it for sale in a bookstore in my city for the first time, and soon I was very intrigued by the story and how things were developing. I must have been about 13 or 14 years old at the time i read it and I must admit I was confused by some things, I was very young and didn't understand some situations that happen, but it left me with my eyes open when I watched the movie and interpreted the scenes with the book links. Years have passed and every year I see this movie, at random times like today,or on dates like my birthday or Christmas.

This year I bought the new version of the book with the exclusive cover and unpublished excerpts and when this version was announced I almost cried with so much happiness and I was so moved, because this book, and especially the movie, are a part of me. I read the book again with more mature interpretations of the situations and was able to make interpretations of the situations and was able to increasingly feel the scenes and the feelings of the characters. the classic phrases are part of my life and make me reflect always, I feel super cliché thinking about these phrases because they have become so popular and maybe banal for some people, but they make me complete, the scenes and the songs and the characters in the movie and the hired actors are all perfect for their roles, I can't imagine other people playing each of them.

every little part has a piece of my heart and it makes me emotional to talk about how many people may not understand what it's like to connect so strongly with a character, movie and story. it's very difficult to express the relevance of this movie in my life, and every time i see it, i get sad, happy, hopeful and devastated too. but, I feel infinite, and ok, maybe it's coincidentally because the movie repeats that and Charlie's letter says that, but, I can understand why he says that and why I can feel it when I see this movie.

when i was 16 i started writing a book - lol-  i literally put myself in the role of "hello i'm charlie" but actually i'm me, in case i'm the character, but in case i didn't want to put myself as the protagonist, it was just putting experiences of my life, coincidentally as the author of the book wrote. i swear I didn't realize at first that I was copying the writing mode and the dialogues between the characters, but then I realized that I was completely influenced to do it that way because I ended up basing a lot on the author's writing mode and the letter mode that Charlie did. *a spoiler, I never got past 8 pages of this supposed book about a supposed character very like me*, but it's nice to read it every now and then because I like what's in there, even though it's pretty embarrassing.

I once tried to redo the tunnel scene with my friend, but it wasn't exactly as I expected, 1. because I live in a city that doesn't exactly have the tunnel that way and those lights, 2. because there wasn't one of those cars with opening at the back, so it was just the window, but it was good while it lasted, and yes, I put heroes playing. but my dream is to pass by the place where it was recorded and feel that scene three hundred times.

I don't know why I'm writing this, but I wanted to express at least 1% of how I feel about this movie. and how attached I am to absolutely everything in it. I wanted to thank you (I don't know exactly who because no one who made the film will read this here) but thank you anyway.

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