The Batman (2022)
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The Batman has severe strobe effects through most of the film. This includes scenes lit only by gunfire, strobe lights in the foreground and background of a nightclub that is visited several times, emergency vehicle strobe lights, flickers of spooky or damaged lights and electrical equipment, and excessive camera flashes in some scenes.
Multiple scenes take place at extreme heights. One sequence is a high-speed car chase, and another one involves jumping with a wingsuit. At the end of the car chase scene, there are multiple upside-down shots.
Flashing Lights: 10/10. Motion Sickness: 5/10.
TRIGGER WARNING: This film demonstrates how domestic terrorists can be radicalized into violence. It also accurately shows the creepy reasons a woman would be nervous to look at a man. Immediately following an explosion, there are several seconds of a high-pitched ringing.
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MOTION
Fandom: Marvel
Pairings: Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader
Words: 1,054
Warnings: dd/lg themes and vomiting
Summary: You get car sick on your trip to the lake house.
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It’s a long trip.
The longest one you’ve ever taken. The three of you had been invited to attend Peppers birthday party at some lake house in a far-off location, and so you accepted the invitation. It’s only a three-hour drive, but to you, it feels like an eternity since you’d left the drive way of your home.
Sitting in the backseat, you looked absentmindedly at the view dashing by your windscreen. The scenery has changed so many times, from tall city buildings to nothing but flat farming land. You liked seeing all the different animals, but now you’re not feel all too great.
The music playing from your cartoon show on the screen build into the back of the headrest, has become all too loud for your little ears, even though the volume hasn’t changed. Simply looking at the screen to watch your favourite piggy family is also out of the question.
“What’s wrong kittie?” asked daddy as he peered at you through the rear-view mirror. “Everything alright back there?”
Your brows furrowed, “I’m not well.”
Picking at your fingernails and the hem of your pretty dress, the more you thought about the icky feeling building inside of you, the worse it started to grow. The air is turning thick despite the cold sheen of sweat building along your skin.
“That’s not good,” cooed dada as he turned to look at me in the passenger seat. “Do you have a headache? Are you hungry?”
You shook your head, “Tummy.”
The road in this rural area isn’t particularly smooth and so the added bit of turbulence only made your situation worse. Shifting in your seat with a whine, you clutched your tummy at the terrible sickening feeling that’s now swirling like curdled milk.
“Buck,” said dada in a worried tone. “She doesn’t look so good.”
“Hang on,” he nodded. “I’ll pull over at the next stop.”
Shifting even more in your seat, you were practically straining your seatbelt for some kind of relief. It’s your tummy that feels the most unsettled, but it’s something inside of your head that’s making you feel generally sick.
All you want is a breath of fresh air and to put your feet on solid ground. Dada watched you with an increasingly worrisome look on his face. He knows you aren’t going to last until the next fuel station, and so he turned to daddy.
“Pull over,” he ordered.
“Dada,” you said upsettingly. “I’m gonna be sick.”
Daddy cursed under his breath, but dada didn’t scold him for it. This isn’t the right time. Slumping back in your seat with a whimper, you closed your eyes while daddy veered the car to the side. He was quick to slow down before coming to a complete stop.
Moaning with a clutch of your stomach, dada worked fast to get out of the passenger seat and get to you in time. The tangy feeling burning in the far reaches of your throat threatened to erupt at any minute, like a long since dormant volcano.
“Hold on,” said daddy.
“Almost there.”
Dada hurried to get out of the car in order to reach you in the backseat. Swinging the door open, he plucked you from the vehicle just in time to set you down on your feet. Heaving onto a strip of grass on the side of the road, the three of you were mostly alone on the back country road.
“That’s it,” said dada as he held your hair back. “You’re okay.”
It was only a small incident, as you hadn’t eaten much other than breakfast at this point, but still, it left an awful taste in your mouth. Wiping your watery eyes with the back of your hand, you sniffled while dada rubbed your back in a soothing motion.
“Feel better?”
“It was bad,” you replied with a tremble of your lip.
“No, it’s alright kittie,” he replied sympathetically. “It’s not your fault. These things just happen.”
The whole incident had you shaking like a leaf in both panic and embarrassment. That icky feeling inside of you had been climbing higher and higher that whole time. You thought it would go away, but it didn’t – and you wished it never would again.
“Come here,” said dada as he knelt with a comforting smile. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Daddy came to hand dada a pack of travel size tissues along with a bottle of water. Standing still as dada wiped at your lips, he then handed you the bottle of water. The small sips washed your burnt throat and sour taste, as well as eased your stomach.
“Deep breaths,” said daddy as he also tried to calm you down. “You’re alright now.”
Taking one shaky breath at a time, you centred yourself after a few more minutes of breathing the fresh air. The earth is solid beneath your feat and you can smell the scent of fresh grass and nature. The terrible swirl is almost completely gone.
“How are you feeling?” asked dada as you took another a sip of water. “Would you like to get back in the car?”
You nodded, “We can go in now.”
“That’s good to hear,” he chuckled. “Now, I think it’ll be a good idea if we stick together for the rest of the way. How does that sound?”
“Good,” you smiled happily.
“Good.”
Handing him the bottle of water, dada helped help you back into the backseat of the car. Clipping in your seatbelt, he made sure you were all nicely secured and comfortable before joining you in on the other side. Daddy had been left in charge of driving, as usual.
“We should keep the windows down a bit,” said dada as he wound them just a little over halfway. “A little more air won’t hurt our little girl, will it?”
“Ready?” asked daddy with a rev of the engine.
“Yeah, we should be fine the rest of the way.”
Sitting silent and patiently in the back, it didn’t take long until you veered back onto the road. It’s still another hour drive to get to the lake house, but you already know you’ll be fine. The soft and soothing touches of your dada’s hand and blow of refreshing breeze is all you need for content:
“Doing okay, kittie?”
“Doing okay, dada.”
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