Ok so, I really enjoyed the Super Mario bros movie. It was cute and really funny. Like, I went to a late screening cuz it was the only subtitled one available and, while the theater wasn't packed, the people there laughed out loud, cheered and not a single one of them moved when the credits rolled to see the post credit scene (like it was fucking infinity war).
Anyway, I really liked it. Chris pratt's Mario wasn't as bad as people said it would. He sounded better than in the trailers tho. And Charles martinet was there!!
The relationship between the brothers was ADORABLE. Baby brother Luigi and affectionate big bro mario was not something I knew I needed this badly.
AND HE CALLS HIM LU!!!!!
I just wish we could have gotten more of Luigi. I love him so much.
Honestly, since most kids movies nowadays are doing the villain redemption arc, I thought that maybe there would be a plot line involving Luigi and bowser bonding during his imprisonment and have bowser be redeemed by the end. But no. I'm a bit sad, ngl, but I like the more classic ish villain approach they took with bowser. A funny bad guy you love to see get punched in the face.
Overall a really fun and sweet kids movie drenched in nostalgia. And short enough that I would totes watch it again.
Also, peach was a total badass but like, in a non cringey way, and I need her backstory in a sequel. But they find more about her cuz Luigi gets into trouble and they gotta rescue him.
Also, also, THE SCENE WITH BABY LUIGI AND BABY MARIO!!!?!?!?!?!? SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!! AND THOSE FUCKING EYES!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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*read tags for fun facts. mostly written while half asleep. not edited.
"Oh," she says, the corners of her mouth drooping into that familiar frown that accompanied the majority of his high school career. She sets her mug down on the coffee table.
Oh? A similar frown is quick to replace the elated grin his face had adorned when he arrived. "'Oh' is what people say when they get socks on their birthday, Mom. Not when their son tells them that he's engaged!"
"It's just..." she hesitates, as if looking for the correct words. "...you're still so young."
"I'm almost 22. I--"
"Exactly! Only 22!" Emily interrupts. "How can you be sure?!"
"What?! Mom! This is Julie we are talking about!" Luke can't sit still and stands up from the couch. Resentment builds within him. Why can't she ever be supportive from the get go?
"Well.. You've only ever had the one relationship. You can't know what you want really, never having experienced other relationships."
His mouth drops open in disbelief. She cant honestly be suggesting what he thinks she might be.
"I thought you liked Julie!" His hand flies up with the statement, emphasizing his frustrations.
Emily stands, no longer able to remain seated as the conversations heats up.
"Luke, Julie is lovely. And lord knows she's done you a world of good, but you could really benefit from dating around a little!"
Oh, so she is saying what he thought she was saying.
He let's out a humorless huff of a laugh. "Are you insane? You think I should give up the best thing in my life, a sure thing, on the chance I might find someone that can make me just as happy somewhere down the line? Yeah, that math doesn't check out."
She is getting visibly agitated now as she takes a step closer to him.
"Julie will always be your teenage girlfriend. Your relationship will never be more than that of children!"
"God. Do you hear yourself?! Julie's not in her teens anymore. Our relationship has grown with us. We have supported each other through personal growth, and continue to challenge each other to be the best we can be! We've already been there through hardship together." Luke leans into Emily's personal space, not wanting to back down. It's a familiar dance at this point, these arguments with his mom. That thought gives him pause but he never drops eye contact.
His mom claims that Julie would prevent him from flourishing as an adult, but in this moment, with Emily, he feels the most like he's a kid again in the worst way possible. Suddenly, he feels very tired. He takes a step back with a sigh.
"You're unbelievable." His normal volume voice sounds quiet after the heightened pitches from a moment before. He turns and heads for the front door. There is no point in staying.
"Luke? Luke! Get back here!" Emily follows after him. "Most marriages at your age end in divorce! I'm just trying to help you not make a mistake that will ruin your future!"
Luke's at the door but he spins suddenly to face Emily one last time. "It's not a mistake, mom! If you could just see all the ways she loves me, maybe you would understand why I feel this way. How I know this is the right thing to do."
"But Luke--"
This time he interrupts her, not caring to hear anymore of what she's likely to say. "I mean, if you could see how bright her eyes get when she says she loves me. I just.. " Julie's smile, eyes full of mirth flashes in his mind, replacing a lot of the angerfilled responses he wants to shout at his mom. "There's no way being with her could ever be a mistake."
He opens the door and steps outside. "If you can't be happy for us, don't bother joining in on the celebrations."
He closes the door behind him. His mom might have tried to say more but he honestly couldn't care less anymore. It's time to head home. Back to the welcoming arms of the woman he loves and can't wait to marry. She makes him a better writer, and a better man. She supports him and his dreams more than his mom ever has. This exchange has proven that all his mom will ever be good for is giving him great song ideas. But the one starting to ruminate in his brain this time promises to be a lot happier than Unsaid Emily.
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leave.
why don't you leave, then?
billy stares at the road. the words echo around his head.
why don't you just leave?
billy thinks about his mom.
thinks about the first time he heard those words.
he was nine. nine years old. and he was tired.
tired because his mom and dad had been yelling the night before. billy didn't know what it was about. not really. he had tried to drown the words out with a hand over each ear.
they’d argued for hours.
it had started at dinner. with neil slamming a fist down onto the table. the plates had rattled. billy's drink had tipped over. he’d stayed still even as water spilled over the edge and dripped onto his leg.
neil had turned to his mom. asked her where she was last night. told her to stop lying. billy also wondered where she went. when she thought billy was asleep. when she shut the door quietly behind her and didn’t return until the next morning.
billy got sent to his room before she could reply.
he could still hear them shouting, though. could still hear what his dad called his mom. what his mom called his dad. the things they said to one another. the occasional thud of a fist. sometimes billy wondered if that’s what love was.
he fell asleep sometime around two.
the next day was saturday. the weekend. no school. no neil until the evening. he was out. neil was out and billy was at home with his mom.
ms. cooper, their neighbor, had come over after lunch. billy’s mom turned to him, kissed billy’s forehead and sent him to his room. billy didn’t mind. going to his room in the daytime meant he got to read. billy liked reading.
he’d gotten up once to go to the bathroom. opened the door slowly. heard snippets of the conversation being held in the kitchen.
“neil — get worse. — don’t you leave him?”
billy thought about it later. as him and his mom sat on the couch together. his head in her lap.
“mom?”
“yeah, baby?”
“why don't you?”
“why don't i what?” she stroked a hand through his hair.
“why don't you leave?”
“hm?”
“why don't you leave dad?”
her hand stilled. “what?”
“i heard ms. cooper. she asked you why you don't leave.”
billy heard her sigh. “why would i want to leave, sweetheart?”
billy frowned. thought the answer was pretty obvious. “because dad’s mean. because he's mean to you.”
no reply. he tried again. “mom?”
“i'm not going to leave.”
billy sat up. looked at her. “why?”
“because.” she smiled at him. billy thought that her smile looked weird.
billy grinned back anyway. “that's not an answer, mama.”
his mom reached out. flicked his nose gently. “what's gotten into you, baby? why’re you talking about this?”
“i'm just-” billy batted her hand away. laughed and poked his tongue out. “i'm just asking! ‘sides.” billy wound a lock of her hair around his finger “he’s mean to me as well. maybe both of us can leave?”
“don't be silly, sweetheart.” she cupped his face. met his eyes. “i love your father. so do you. no one's leaving.”
“but-”
the sound of a car in the driveway had billy jumping so hard he fell off the couch. his elbow caught the edge of the coffee table and he cursed, loudly.
his mom helped him up. told him to stop cursing. it wasn’t the first time he'd been told that. his school had even called home. spoken to his mom about his bad behaviour. asked if there was any reason for him to be acting up.
billy didn’t think he was acting up. told his teacher as much. that earned him another call home. neil answered that one, though.
billy tried not to think about that night.
his mom gave him a hug and told him not to repeat their conversation. she rubbed his elbow and kept her hand there as neil walked in. as billy greeted him. then she gave billy a gentle push and he got sent to his room for the second time that day.
the shouting started a few minutes later.
she left the next year. just after his tenth birthday.
billy wondered if it was his fault.
a few weeks after that was when neil hit him hard for the first time.
billy thought about the question he asked his mom. thought about how the blood in his mouth tasted.
why don’t you leave?
and now-
well now he’s eighteen. he's eighteen years old. and he's still tired. because neil had been on his ass the night before. because billy had done something. billy doesn't even know what he did. not really. just knows he did something.
and neil had put him in his place. had let billy know what he thinks of him.
the usual.
so, yeah. billy's tired. his eyes feel heavy as he drives. as he tries to listen to maxs’ rambling from the passenger seat. he looks out at the grey sky in front of him. at the trees.
god, he hates hawkins.
“why don’t you leave, then?”
billy jolts. the car swerves. his brain struggles to catch up. “what?”
“why” max starts slowly. like he’s stupid. “don’t you just leave?”
billy grips the steering wheel. swallows. glares at her. “you don’t want me here, shitbird? is that it?”
max rolls her eyes. mutters under her breath. “i’m just saying. if you hate it here so much.” she holds a hand up. gestures. “you could go.”
“is that right?”
“yeah.” max leans forward to fiddle with the volume when the song changes. billy doesn’t say anything. they don’t speak again. he drops max off at the arcade.
why don’t you leave, then?
billy stares at the road.
why don’t you just leave?
he could. he could go. just. drive off somewhere. leave it all behind. he could turn the car around and drive in the opposite direction. never look back.
billy thinks about california. the sun. the sea.
he thinks about being ten years old. the taste of blood in his mouth.
he thinks about his mom. susan. max.
he thinks about neil.
“i love your father.”
thinks about his dad.
“so do you.”
billy drives back to cherry lane.
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