#Snake Eyes movie review

[cieric-of-chaos]

Just finished watching snake eyes origin i think it's s okay..

Anyway look at him...I can't stop thinking about him...I am so focused to him the whole movie and he is not even the protagonist...

#andrew koji #storm shadow #tommy arashikage #late watch #snake eyes #gi joe #he saved the movie #late review #the brainrot is real #Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins #i wanna see him again #he needs more screen time #Him and him only

[reviewsclown]

Snake Eyes (1998)

So most notable things about this movie first. Nic Cage looked kinda cool with the first shirt, needed those round little glasses from national treasure 2 to complete the look I think that would've been swaggy.

Also this movie uses a lot of like. what are they called, following camera shots? they don't cut the camera they move it through the space following the characters through a crowd, or doing a pov in the flashback sections that part I thought was pretty cool.

The plot, Neat, I liked it, They fit a lot of events in the beginning of the movie you only gain access to during the flashbacks, filling out the depth of this terrorist scheme that was cool to me. Nic Cage being the bad cop with a bit of morals but not too many. The secretly corrupt soldier, pretty cool pretty cool, they said snake eyes back at each other which is kind of funny to me. and y'know this is the movie where he says "that was the plan to give you a boner and you got one" which. lol. funny. thats the line from the thing

Rating: A movie I would recommend to people genuinely, beyond the general recommendation of being a good nic cage movie I think it's just a good movie? I liked it. 8/10 probably would've ranked higher if I payed attention harder or watched it with friends.

#reviews #movies #nicolas cage #snake eyes 1998

[choppedcowboydinosaur]

Snake Eyes review

I originally had very mixed feelings towards this film now I just feel disappointment. The Snake Eyes movie is such a massive disappointment. If you are a hardcore fan of the character I would not recommend this movie. The film serves as an origin story for Snake Eyes but changes so many things and is so severely flawed. 

Snake Eyes wants revenge for the death of his father so he infiltrates the Arashikage clan to gain info on it and takes advantage of Storm Shadow’s trust. Snake eyes comes off like an asshole in this film and gets a “redemption” but it never feels earned. Storm shadow is punished for a really minor transgression. Now I get the idea of what they’re doing here by showing a villainous person getting redeemed while a heroic person becomes corrupted. The idea is interesting, but it’s done so poorly here that it doesn’t work. Since as mentioned before Snake Eye’s redemption feels unearned and Storm Shadow got punished for something relatively minor. The story feels meh. In order to infiltrate the clan he must go through these trials but it’s so predictable and generic I couldn’t give a shit. The main bad guy is a member of the clan who was banished and now runs with the Yakuza. He wants a jewel the clan has so he can use it as a super weapon. He teams up with Cobra in order to get it. It feels like something out of the 80′s cartoon but with none of the charm.

The plot in the comics is that both Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow where Vietnam vets and when Snake Eyes’ family dies in a car accident when he returns from the war. During the war Storm Shadow offers him to come to Japan with him to join the family business but Snake Eyes refuses. Since he has nowhere else to go and takes up Storm Shadow’s offer to join the family business which happens to be being ninjas of the Arashikage clan. He becomes skilled in ninjutsu and is praised for it which makes Storm Shadow a bit jealous. And as this rivalry intensifies The Hardmaster, one of the elders of the Arashikage clan is killed with a bow and arrow that belongs to Storm Shadow. This leads Snake Eyes to avenge the Hardmaster’s death and Storm Shadow on the run and joins Cobra. But in reality Storm Shadow was innocent and only joined Cobra to gain intel on the Hardmaster’s killer. So once Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow learn the truth of the Hardmaster’s death they go after Cobra. Because it’s revealed Zartan was the one who killed the Hardmaster and Cobra Commander order the hit. So, Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow become allies and fight Cobra together. This should have been the story for the movie rather than what they did here. If you need to update it just change the war from Vietnam to Afghanistan. It’s a shame they didn’t adapt this story since it’s so cool and tragic. Instead, we get this crap.

Now onto the acting. Henry Golding struggles a bit with doing an American accent. Also, they have him without the mask and he only puts it on at the end of the movie. It’s shitty but also predictable. I can give some leeway for wanting to have him talk since it’s his origin story but they fucked that up so they might as well just have him already be Snake Eyes and keep the mask on. The reason why the mask is so important is because underneath it he’s scarred and mute. He received these scars when he had to save Scarlet on a mission and professed his love for Scarlet before he lost his voice. It’s tragic and cool at the same time. You could still have him act with the mask on through body language. Vigo Mortensen did it in V for Vendetta so it’s possible. They do a race change for Snake Eyes since in the comics he’s white while in the movie he’s Asian. And as much as I dislike race changes, casting a white actor in the role of Snake Eyes would not have saved this movie. Since the problem is with the script. I like Andrew Koji as Storm Shadow. He’s very believable as Storm Shadow and you can tell he was raised from birth to lead the clan. I like the Baroness and Scarlet. There is no girl power solidarity here except for one scene where they have to temporarily team up and the Baroness bails out pretty quickly. Even the movie seems to acknowledge how dumb it is since Scarlet’s actress can barely contain her laughter when they team up and pose. The Baroness just enjoys being evil which is refreshing for a female villain. You could make a movie about those two with Scarlet chasing the Baroness across the globe. They kind of waste of Iko Uwais which is a shame because he is a badass.

Ultimately, this movie is very mediocre. In fact it’s so mediocre I felt like I wasted my time watching it. It’s a shame since Snake Eyes as a character is so cool and has so much potential but the live action movies never seem to get it right. The one exception being the mountain fight in GI Joe Retaliation. I fear this may taint the character more and prevent further live action adaptations of GI Joe. Perhaps, this could be a blessing since they can try doing some animated movies instead. Either way, this movie is a big disappointment.

#snake eyes #gi joe #movie review #snake eyes movie #scarlet #baroness #arashikage #storm shadow

[guywithbeer]

Did anyone else play with GI Joes?

Check out my review of the SNAKE EYES movie here.

#snakeeyes #review #movies #film #gijoe #snakeeyesgijoeorigins #action #adventure #crime #ninja #henrygolding #scarlett #baroness

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[mrbeeeeeeboss-blog]

Câu chuyện tình Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins - Thử lòng kẻ trung thành đ...

Câu chuyện tình Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins - Thử lòng kẻ trung thành đối đầu xà tinh - Bee review Câu chuyện tình Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins - Thử lòng kẻ trung thành đối đầu xà tinh - Bee review Snake Eyes là chiến binh ninja rất được yêu thích của biệt đội GI Joe. Bộ phim tới sẽ giới thiệu nguồn gốc của Snake Eyes, khi anh còn là một phần của gia tộc Arashikage. Từ đó, khán giả cũng được thấy quá trình Snake Eyes trở thành một ninja. Bộ phim cũng có sự góp mặt của Storm Shadow – đối thủ truyền kiếp của Snake Eyes. Cuộc chiến giữa hai nhân vật chắc chắn sẽ rất đáng chờ đợi. Snake Eyes: GI Joe Origins sẽ do đạo diễn Robert Schwentke chỉ đạo. Phim có sự tham gia của các diễn viên Henry Golding, Andrew Koji, Iko Uwais, Úrsula Corberó, Samara Weaving và Peter Mensah Bản quyền: [email protected] Đăng ký theo dõi ==================================== © Bản quyền thuộc về Bee Review, vui lòng không reup dưới mọi hình thức. © All Rights Reserved on Bee Review Channel, Do Not Reup. ►Cám ơn các bạn đã theo dõi và đăng ký kênh Bee Review

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[writingoneout]

Untilted Katamari Reflections

Preamble:

Content considerations for the following include:

Parental abuse

Bigotry

Worldly anxiety

You're welcome back another day if that's too much right now.

I.

It’s fall of 2015.

You and your virgin college friends drink shitty cocktails called the “Slutty Will Rodgers.” They’re just Pepsi rawdogged with indeterminate amounts of grenadine and Captain Morgan. When you bought the mixers a Wal-Mart stocker yodeled “OOOOoOoooOH, maKIN sOMe DRINKS?!?!” and you knew it was time to leave.

We Love Katamari is on the Telly. It’s a sweet, trippy game you first bought to cope with high school. On Dark Fridays at 1am, when your inbox was barren and your balls were full, you’d drive to the empty gym downtown and sprint six miles. Then you’d come home and replay the firefly level until you fell asleep with your pug.

Your college friends are bad at the game, so they pass the controller. You’re playing the underwater stage. A spaceman falls in the pond of people gunk and stacked crabs. It’s going really well if you’re honest. You point to the screen and say “this’ll be Florida if Trump wins.” See Fig. 1.

Figure 1: Rick Desantis has big plans for Disney.

Your friends don’t reply because they soon won’t be virgins and their tongues battle each other’s. It’s a different game they play, one with fuzzier rules, but greater industry respect. You wish the campus gym was open 24/7.

. . .

Your skills as the prince are not inherent. You first meet him in 2005, when your dyspraxic hands can barely tie a shoe. Your parents catch you lose shit for the Toonami review of Me and My Katamari. They buy it for Christmas, hoping to steady your nerves while your father’s in therapy.

Dr. Flam is a Neo-Freudian hitched to your mom’s guy, Dr. Flim. She’s deep in your dad’s dream journal and makes him watch movies like Cool Hand Luke to really reign in his ego. He gets the DVDs from the Netflix site, then through the mail. As a family you watch your dad’s therapy films and reruns of Inyuasha.

In the waiting room you barely navigate the sticky ball through Namco Bandai’s Satoshi Kon parade. See Fig. 2. You’ve only seen adults express anger verbally, so when you mess up you grunt a lot and let out those Leopold Butters Stotch swears like “crap,” “shoot,” and “gosh darn.” You’re not particularly self-aware, so you probably just say “god fucking damn it” a few times and don’t remember. Years later you realize there was probably a secretary behind the glass watching you do all this.

Figure 2: Bwahbwahwabhbawahbwaaaaah.

Sometimes there’s a girl in the room with you, just around your age. She’s stuck while Dr. Flim teaches her mom about what dream snakes mean for her fear of male puberty. That's what he did for your mom, anyway.

You think the waiting-room stranger is cute, but you won’t admit you like girls yet, especially not to yourself. To cope with the cognitive dissonance, you do your weird shit louder while refusing to make eye contact with her. If you get real stressed you crank up the main menu track and yell “ahhhhh that’s so relaxing” while the “nah nah nah nahs” play through your headphones.

At one point the girl stands against a wall and stares at you with her arms crossed. You bet she thinks you’re cool, but she’s probably just annoyed and hopes you’ll notice, or maybe just ask if she’s OK. It’s probably good you don’t talk with her. You might ask something stupid, like if she's seen the roach corpse in the stairwell. It’s been there for a year straight, isn’t that crazy?

For better and worse, you power through your little game alone. Every time you lose the King of All Cosmos beats, shoots, and belittles you. See Fig. 3. It reminds you of when your own dad shattered your Harry Potter wand over the kitchen counter because you dropped a mini pizza.

Figure 3: The King of All Cosmos offers little constructive advice, all things considered.

You fail quite frequently. Eventually you drop the game because it’s getting stressful and you have the power to relieve yourself of the situation—not the Freudian lobby, just your fake dad.

II.

It’s 2012. PlayStation Network uploads The Prince’s primeval outing: Katamari Damacy. Within, Padre Cosmotic flaps his gums over too much hooch then slams his dump truck ass through the better part of our solar system. He dislodges every recognized constellation and even the moon itself.

Cosmos sends Prince to Earth—the last brick left in the shitstorm—to make slop of our planet and bodies. With the slop space itself will be made anew. The Good Son does as he's told, and every living entity experiences euphoric ego death within the bulbous heaven of the Katamari.

As a Real Gamer Teen you lose a lot less in this one. You really go in and fix Fake Dad’s mistakes, no problem at all. This is why a year ago you hailed “gaming journalism” as your calling. You write clean and play tight; should keep the lights on. It’s the most concrete idea you’ve had since 7th grade when you outlined a YA novel called Tooth Pocket. Even you didn’t think Scholastic would buy that one, though. It was just too hot for the book fair.

One day you’re cranking through FFVI and your real dad swings by, mad you're young. He grills your ass and says “I bet you can’t even tell me the biggest thing happening right now.” It’s some real “What’s a gallon of milk cost?” shit, he could mean anything.

 Surprisingly, you can’t think of a good answer. You and your friends are actually pretty informed because John Stewart is still at the desk and y’all chime in every day. See Fig. 4. You also spend hours each week tearing through MSN slideshows in your Graphic Design class because the Photoshop takes five minutes. You’ve seen a staggering amount of the Syrian civil war.

Figure 4: Sometimes in Snapchat you draw glasses on your cat to make him look like Mitch McConnel. You wouldn't do that without this guy.

Still, you’re a little stumped. It’s the middle of a phenomenon native to moralist presidencies known as "a slow news week.” You actually ran out of war shit the other day and clicked through some slides about Pakistani wrestlers. The seniors who offered you Jack Daniels in the Whataburger lot saw it and laughed. They thought you were peeping dong in class. You really weren’t, but they didn’t believe you. They graduate certain you were bricked up in the Dell Lab over big guys in spandex.

“I don’t know,” you tell your dad.

He throws his hands behind his head, hard, like an orangutan chucking logs at a poacher.

“It’s the fucking carbon tax,” he yells. This comes as a surprise, you think, because that shit is last month’s news. It really didn’t go anywhere.

“Do you not pay attention because you don’t give a shit, or are you just a nihilist and think you can’t do anything?” You can tell in his eyes he thinks there’s a real answer. “Seriously, which is it?

You don’t remember what you said. You probably just stammered until he walked off.

A month later he picks you up from marching band. Your phone is dead, so he had to wait twenty minutes longer than anticipated while you found his car. He punches the rearview mirror until the windshield cracks then screams of how your birth kept him from New England.

III.

It’s 2016. A rockin’ MILF in the Psych department gets you really into Hamilton. See Fig. 5. Every day you wake up on the grind and blast “You Aaron Burr, sir?” through your shitty 7-11 cans. While cramming foreign language Quizlets and McGraw Hill Online you do this thing called “Hafilton.” It’s where rock up to “Nonstop” and quit listening just before Hamilton decides what he will stop is being a good husband.

Figure 5: Like Kojima, you know "MILF" is a mindset, not a factual inquiry.

It’s 2018. Your grades are notably better and you’ve snuck into the honors program. Like Hamilton himself, you really flourished at 19 and thought about running for office. You immediately abandoned this idea after remembering your allergy to recordings of your image or voice.

You cohabit with the Psych MILF, and she offers some advice: she’s really had her boots on the ground with this whole “clinical psych thing” and honestly, respectfully, she loves you, but dear God it might not be your scene. It’s taken a real toll on her and the friends, and she can’t imagine you going through that shit.

At 1am in your living room you boot up DOOM (2016) and listen through some Hamilton. Angelica is thirsty on main when you remember that you, yourself, could be a lawyer. You don’t have to run for Congress to fight the establishment. There’s just the common law, and it’s right there. You can just get your grubby little hands in that shit and work your magic.

. . .

It’s the last semester of undergrad. Your Western Thought professor says Hamilton wasn’t really a huge deal and really James Madison shat out the big parts of our faction-proof empire. Yes, there was, in fact, a civil war, but the caplock rifle worked it out. After the Federalist papers he has you read the Bill of Rights but no Supreme Court cases. There’s a lot of talk on negative liberties.

Just before finals, the learned doctor says your generation only has two things to worry about: the climate and the poverty. Yeah they’re big, he says, but they’re just two things. You’re crafty kids, smart as the framers, even.

. . .

The state decides law school is your jam and lets you come inside.

There’s the negative liberties but you actually read Supreme Court opinions when the big boys aren’t shaking fists for Valley Forge. They have you listen to Hamilton for context. You feel dirty. An LRW professor puts on the “I’m Just a Bill” video and your sectionmate with Ivy degrees gets really, really mad.

. . .

The Federalist Society has a comfy presence at your law school. Along with Big Oil they sling out free pizza to every Little Scalia with a rumbly tum tum.

On your way to class you hear what the pizza boys feel. They hate Europeans, those social democrats with the rotten armories and clumpy cash. The Euros, they think, give too much wiggle room for the mentally ill, and by that they mean they mean gay people and probably just women overall.

There are more than two things to fix, you think.

. . .

The pandemic hits. You and some pals start a Google Doc to stay afloat. It barely works. In the Zoom review for the property final your professor catches multiple people crying. "You don't have to be here," he tells them, “there are other jobs.”

. . .

A year passes. You’re in a niche public interest class you do all right with. The professor looks you and thirty-five others dead in the eye and says how sorry he is that law school is traumatic. You shed a single tear in your little window. You're pretty in the shit and haven’t worn pants to class in months.

Then public interest prof takes a big, big drag from his long, fat spliff. He spins his desk chair and baseball cap at the same time, never letting go of the joint.

“Hey,” he says. “It’s not your fault, really, but the world is fucked. It’s time to fix what your parents did.”

The next week he gives a practice exam where the best solution is to sell an old lady’s house to Nestlé.

IV.

It’s 2022. After throwing your whole gooch at it, you fail the bar exam.

You fall back hard into exercise. When you’re not slamming Barbri you’re at the gym binging curls and cranking the Chainsaw Man soundtrack. One night on the way to squats you finally hear “Black Parade.” Just like you, Mr. Gerry Wayland is stuck between global disrepair and the desire to write Funny Little Books.

You just started an FLB yourself, actually. It’s spin on a Story Break episode you love. In your version there’s a fucked up civil war horse that moves like a spider and is covered in bugs. Rich people kill the planet then the horse gets lost in space. It’s compelling, you promise. There’s body horror and pirates dressed like Gorton’s Fisherman. See Fig. 6 It’s about the horrors of the contemporary world state. It’ll be fun.

Figure 6: An untapped horror icon. Imagine blood contrasting that yellow.

Big problem, though: you remember rich people love hiking. There’s no grass on Mars, not that good shit anyway. Would they really fuck all of it?

You edit. In the last few years, the real breathless ones, the oligarchs cash their tab. A cartel, they think, could really muscle those stragglers, the tragically common. There’s one city left with both breathable air and refugees. They level it. The few survivors are spread amongst the stars, so their loves and languages may die.

. . .

It’s the middle of Bar Prep Round 2. You and the patient MILF see Hadestown in the Big City.

There’s a juke joint on stage flanked by devil trombones. A sad little guy slinks in from the janitor’s closet. His name is Orpheus and, just like you, he’s a sad, short writer who likes a lady so much it comes out weird. He has a vision, he says, for a little ditty. It’s compelling, he promises, and shit’s gonna change. His love is functional and realized, worth the investment of a hardened woman displaced by capital’s torture. She believes him.

You cry because you know where this goes.

It’s just a single tear.

Don’t worry.

Nobody sees.

. . .

There’s this game you like, by some corporate anarchists who hate themselves. They’re Scandinavian, from the spot in Tallin where you stopped for a cruise. Every gift shop there had swastikas and gas masks leftover from the bloody years.

In the game is a liberal yacht MILF. She thinks you’re stupid but someone’s helping with your gun, so you’ve got that on her. And yet, she pins you, re your whole writing thing. See Fig. 7.

Figure 7: She sucked, but it still hurt when she left.

Your favorite Supreme Court podcast says the ocean’s last hope is other countries. But those countries’ people cry to the Disco game, and their ministers also bought The End of History. You meet them on the subreddit. You're all geeked out, waiting for the tide.

. . .

It’s the era of desert cradles. God thinks you’re disgusting, so he sends his better kids with a memo: the flood was too much work on his end, it’s time for something different.

“Just keep walking,” he says.

Your skin bares his figure. So do the corpses. You little birds among billions, gassed out and screaming, move to clean.

V.

It’s 2023.

We Love Katamari is up on the PlayStation store. You sit with the cats and mow down some crabs. You don’t need it so much these days, but it’s nice.

There’s a Bar card in your wallet, just below your gym tag. There are two interviews in your Google Calendar. Good stuff might happen, hopefully soon. You crawl into bed and wrap an arm around your wife’s rib cage.

Everything matters and nothing is safe.

You are loved enough to sleep.

#gaming #actually mentally ill #disco elysium #fuck freud #writing #satoshi kon #2000s anime #law school #environment #hamilton musical #aaron burr #politics #marriage #philosophy #the daily show with jon stewart #bad parenting #my chemical romance #gerard way #existential despair #katamari damacy #we love katamari #succession

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt X good omens whatever the HEAVEN s1e5 was

LAST DAY OF ANTIBIOTICS BABY CAN I GET A WAHOO? In that enthusiastic spirit and listening to my gay playlist that I called BOYS, let's have my summary of whatever I remember from the livestream of season one episode five, which ain't a lot:

In the few minutes break between episode 4 and 5, everyone urges me to get more emotional support fruit. I find a second apple and some sugarcane.

Some of you don't know how to eat sugarcane. It's simple, baby. You bite and suck, blow out the fibres, and swallow the juice. Suck, blow, swallow, guys, it's hard but it's worth it.

I was still howling over the books in the bookshop, because fuck me I have books that are from the mid 1900s and IF THEY BURNED I'M BURNING THE WORLD.

Barely a few minutes in I've already finished the remaining orange watching Crowley break down over the burning bookshop. Crowley can't find Azi and I start eating the apple too (I was saving apples for being gay gn over Crowley, guys, LITTLE DID I KNOW THE PAIN).

I make a reference to driver's license looking at Crowley being sad in their car. For some reason everyone calls me a prophet.

Tracy who is the kinky lady has plushies to make a bedroom seductive. I'm too ace for this. I hug my IKEA snake, Draco.

The Antichrist goes batshit poor Adam. There are some rictus smiles, horror movie shit, and he insists that his friends are having fun. It is similar to how this fandom kidnapped me. You're having fun, Asmi, you say. This is fun.

There is more vague hetero sex. I cannot deal with the genre whiplash. I am still too ace and gay for this.

The apple is over. Finally, Aziracrow gets screentime, but then I watch Crowley's voice break over the residual emotional of losing his best friend, and Aziraphale maybe not realising that the friend was him. My eyes are burning and now everyone is demanding emotional support fruit and making sad headcanons. Fuck you all.

Aziraphale possesses a lady, which is normal, and summons spirits, which is normal. I insist that I am not crying over flatulence, and @thescholarlystrumpet who organises the stream tells me to put it in my tumblr review. I'm not crying over flatulence.

CAN I A WAHOO. Aka Crowley fucking things up for future Crowley yet again.

Aziraphale is THE southern pansy, THE posh gay.

MAGGOTS ARRIVE. IT'S YOU GUYS YAY! Everyone is disgusted except me, because I love you guys, even if you are slimy.

Crowley is now stuck in traffic and simmering with the not-yet-zombie in the passenger's seat. There is fire around London.

Through the power of Manifesting, Crowley drives the bentley through the fire to get to Tadfield. Dream it to be it, guys. With Barbie Crowley, Anything Is Possible. Crowley is now literally a flaming gay (gn).

Friends leave Antichrist. Antichrist sad. Dog leaves Antichrist. Antichrist heartbroken, Antichrist now back to being baby.

Through small town directions, Aziraphale still possessing lady arrives at Tadfield. Crowley in all her flaming glory arrives too. The kids are badasses, riding in on cycles. I am on my second apple. Crowley immediately recognises Aziraphale.

They are now at the American base. Wahoo, bitches. See ya next post my lovely maggots.

#good omens #good omens mascot #good omens fandom #weirdly specific but ok #crowley #asmi #lgbtqia #aziraphale #neil gaiman #aziracrow #good omens 1 #go s1 #go livestream #go summary #ineffable fandom #good ineffable omens #ineffable husbands #ineffables spouses #emotional support fruit #michael sheen #david tennant #good omens summary

[nerdieforpedro]

Triple Frontier with Mom

The movie frustrated her at first. She was talking to me and the screen A LOT. We had to pause and re-wind quite a bit. Mom was surprised that it came out in 2019, for some reason she didn't think it was recent. She hopes that they make a second one and get all the money they lost. Mom...was not a big fan a Benny 🥸 found him to be too loud and called him a douche. He grew on her a bit by the end. "He's less douche, just more airhead." She wants to watch more of Oscar's movies and work and may be convinced to watch more Pedro later. Mom is always up for more Charlie Hunnam.

Her unfiltered thoughts are below:

Mom's unfiltered thoughts during the movie:

Those look like the same steps from 'Man on Fire' (When Pope is first in Columbia.)

Oh! I've seen him in different things (pointed out who Oscar Issac is). He's cute, we should watch him more too.

(During the shootout with the cartel) Damn, did the only bring three bullets? Why aren't they shooting back?

Look at all that money! (This will be said several times.)

(When Santiago was chasing his informant) Damn, he's got an ass. I thought he just had a strong chin and curls. He's out of breath though - that's rough.

There's my man! (Charlie/Will has appeared on the screen) Look at those eyes. He might be able to sell them some snake oil.

(When Pope offered Tom the job initially) $17,000?! I'll take the job, I'll tell them what to do, for a week?!

Why do you need him? He can't even sell a condo (refers to Tom).

(When Benny comes into the locker room) Who's this douche?! (I explain he's Will's brother.) No, he can't be, Will is so cool. He is? Still a douche.

There's Pedro girl! Oh good, he isn't shaved. But coke? Well it's in review. Should be fine.

(Laughed way too hard when Benny got punched and reminded her that she's seen him before. From the movie 'Four Brothers') Oh! He died in that one - that doesn't repeat does it? He seems the mostly likely because he's the loudest.

This goes kinda south right? (When asking when they get to Columbia. I told her yes, but nothing else.)

Why didn't they use a wire to slit their throats? All the choking is too much effort and wasting time.

(When Tom doesn't want to leave and everyone keeps getting more money) They greedy! They need to go!

(Will is shot) He doesn't die does he? Not behind this foolishness? He can't! (Explains that he doesn't so she calms down) Whew, I was gonna fight you and ask you why you'd been bugging me about this movie if he died.

Why don't they have any flack jackets (bullet proof cummerbunds pretty much)? Why didn't Pope get them some of those? I thought he planned well.

(When they guys are arguing with Tom about leaving due to the hard out) Damn greedy ass man.

(When Lorea's men come back and they exchange fire) Should have built in a 30 minute cushion messing with that drunkard. Can't even sell a condo. He should have been shot.

(When they finally get out of the house and meet up with Pope's informant and her brother.) That man, asking her those questions. Toss him under the chopper. That kinda money you can change your face and everything. No one's gonna know. Tom is a sow.

Why are they not listening to the pilot about the weight? How greedy can you be? Is he trying to die?

(When the chopper is smoking over the Andes) I thought you said they didn't die?!

(After the crash and shooting the villagers) Should have given that old man the whole bag. Greedy ass. And why is he wearing bright orange?

(After Tom gets shot) Ya'll too sentimental. Leave his ass to be crow food - ya'll gotta move. Why are you crying? (At Benny) I was kinda liking him but now he's crying and fighting. Leave him too.

(When they pack up Tom's body) These guys are supposed to be the best of the best, why are they so soft? Drop his body. He could be worth two or three bags. That body has to be stinking.

(When Benny gets to the boat and comes back) Eh, I was wrong about him. He does need to calm down though.

(They're driving and fighting through the remnants of Lorea's crew) I don't care if they are teens, you point a gun at me and I'm shooting. Again, why are you not listening to the pilot? He's made several points.

How are you gonna be a solider with such a big heart? His ass is already big, his heart can't be too. And they still carrying that damn stinky body!

(When signing the money over to Tom's family) They are all so stupid. Do they even have money to get home? Ain't no way, that they did all that and didn't get anything thing.

You can count on Will (when Will gave Pope the coordinates). Between him and Fish, they're the two smartest people here.

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And now, we return to Prometheus, which is trying to redeem the last two fifths of itself through blood sacrifice. Content warning for discussion of eyeball nastiness and death by immolation, Holloway.

Taking things slightly out of chronology this time, because there’s an excellent, quiet scene sandwiched in between lots of screaming: I'm sure they meant to put it in juxtaposition with this to heighten the emotion, but I refuse. We'll save that one for later. As a treat for me. And now, as a treat for me, Holloway is dying! Hurray!

So, turns out we’re spinning the wheel of Inconsistent, Ominous Black Goo effects again, and landed on “hangovers aren’t supposed to make your eyes grow tentacles”.

Holloway, apparently in denial, does not recall this fact until he’s gone out with what could generously be called a rescue party, to try and locate Millburn and Fifield. Janek belatedly and unwisely goes along to help, while David appears to go on a pleasant Sunday drive in his golf cart. He’s heading to a better scene, the lucky scamp.

Millburn is very dead–a rubber snake jumps out of his mouth, so you know he’s toast. Fifield’s body is nowhere to be found, and it will make an underwhelming return later.

Holloway collapses, covered in creeping black veins. Shaw finds this distressing. I would be fascinated to know if anybody in the audience agreed with her. I usually would, if only because certain kinds of screaming can kick me into sensory overload, but apparently there’s a psychological component to that response. And so I placidly watched Vickers meet them at the Prometheus vehicle bay with a flamethrower.

I appreciate her belated interest in quarantine and sanitation, but frankly, it’s a little late for that. I already had my rant on that earlier. At this point, things have gotten so bad that even Holloway realizes that the only solution is to go 40k on his ass.

[Video description: A 40k meme clipped from TheRussianBadger’s review of the game Space Hulk: Deathwing: A player says “BROTHER. GET THE FLAMER. THE HEAVY. FLAMER.” Sudden cut to almost incomprehensibly fiery gameplay, with a dramatic choral soundtrack and in-game voice lines “WE ARE THE ANGELS OF DEATH!” “MY FURY IS MADE MANIFEST!”, and ends right before a player yells “I WOULD LIKE TO REGISTER A COMPLAINT” and spins wildly around, spraying flames everywhere.]

Yes, Holloway burns to a crisp! I don’t know what the movie wants me to feel here, but whatever it is, I did not feel it. Did it want me to feel sad about this, because Shaw doesn’t want this to happen? Does it intend to raise the tension by having things spiral further out of control, demonstrating that a drop of the Ominous Black Goo is enough to kill a man in under a day? Am I supposed to take sick satisfaction in watching him die? All these are possible in bog standard horror movies.

However, this is a movie that wants to speak to something thematically. Holloway is positioned as a character we are not necessarily supposed to find sympathetic. As previously mentioned, the Engineers did not invite humanity to this planet. They were warning humans that if they continued to stray in their behavior, they would be killed by something that would come from here. 

Perhaps we are thus supposed to be asking questions about this: why would the Engineers do this? Why create humanity and then threaten to destroy their creations? What was their justification? David has turned this weapon on Holloway, making the choice that at least one man deserves the fate the Engineers planned for all humanity. Does he deserve that? Does anyone?

I was not thinking any of those things in the theater. Because what I actually felt was a desire to return to the scene interwoven with this one, which we will get to next time. This is the danger of creating an unlikeable, expendable character: the audience may feel no pathos when they die, nor question the death’s necessity. If they’re not along for the ride, then they may simply shrug.

Particularly when the rest of the movie is such a mess. This is only their second day on the planet, does anyone else remember that? I mean, I’ve been here for what feels like eternity, but they behaved so stupid, so fast, that this feels less like the inevitable falling apart of dozens of smaller mistakes, and more like one gigantic katamari of mistakes that will not stop rolling until it has collected every mistake in the world, and is thus deemed worthy of becoming a star all on its own, to forever shine out how badly they fucked it all up.

Next time: one of the two good scenes people tend to remember.

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https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSpFnDQr88xCZ80N-X7t0nQ 

https://youtu.be/vy5fgDvb9-c HYEEh-HAA!

Overflow Ramble, because tumblr lets you put in more alt-text than it will actually display in-browser:

A wide shot of Holloway with his arms outstretched, walking toward the vehicle bay ramp. Is this pose supposed to be a crucifixion allusion? I hope not! That would be baffling. Though as these posts have proven, something being baffling doesn’t rule out Prometheus doing it. Shaw is on the ground behind them, restrained by Janek. 

I’m trying to figure out if this was done on a studio stage, or on location. You’d think the latter wouldn’t be possible, but I’ve seen behind the scenes shots of them filming in the volcanic desert of Iceland, they definitely were in places that looked similar. But the background may still be fake after a certain point–outdoor green screens are a thing. 

The lighting on Janek and Shaw doesn’t quite feel right. Part of it’s the shadows: they’re darker on the people than in the background, which is a common problem for CG elements.The visual fidelity of the gravel behind them kind of has a sudden shift about halfway up Shaw’s head, and I’m not sure if that’s just focus or what.

If it is a composite of real and CG, it makes sense that it looks a bit off, though: these are background elements that are not supposed to be your main focus, on a shot that’s not held for too long. There’s always been trade-offs like that in visual effects, they’ve just shifted over the years. Anyway, back to Charlize Theron with a flamethrower.

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Jen Tortures Herself With Every Dreamworks Animated Movie Ever: The Bad Guys

So this is yet another Dreamworks movie I've heard nothing but good things about but just never got around to watching for some reason or another. And now that I have watched it, all I can say is what the fuck how did I sleep on this absolute gem of a film for so long???? Its so good, ya'll, SO damn good! So let's get into all of the many reasons why!

The Bad Guys are a group of infamous criminals, made up of the cunning Snake, master of disguise Shark, loose-canon Piranha, hacker Tarantula, and the leader of the pack, Wolf. After getting caught attempting to pull of a daring heist, the Bad Guys pretend to work on going good to pull off an even greater heist... until Wolf begins to wonder if being good might not be so bad after all.

So let me just say, the plot here is brilliant. Like seriously, there were some twists and turns here (especially toward the end) that had me YELLING over how genuis they were. It's extremely tightly crafted, sharply written, and pulled together by an incredibly charming cast that you just love to watch. It's a thrilling ride from start to end and I was excited to see where it would go next with every new scene.

The characters, like I said, are really great! Wolf is a really well-developed lead who goes through a pretty compelling arc, same with Snake (seriously, the fakeout with him toward the end had me in awe, what a total pro) and a good deal of the drama in the film lies between those two. The other Bad Guys are a bit less in focus, but they're still really fun and all play off each other really well too. Also, Diane, the governor??? Holy shit ya'll? She's AMAZING. Not gonna spoil the twist involving her but let me just say she is so damn COOL like oh my god.

This movie does attempt a twist villain but like... idk Marmalade isn't really that much of a twist villain? From the moment he showed up I said to myself "oh, he's the villain isn't he?" and I was proven right, but like... the reveal of how he set the Bag Guys up from the very start was so clever that I couldn't even be upset about it. This tiny motherfucker played them up until the very end where he finally got his comeuppance. Good villain. Not the best, but still, pretty good.

The humor here is pretty fun, with some jokes that genuinely had me laughing out loud. Of course, it couldn't quite help itself with a few fart jokes here and there, which... ermmm aren't quite my up of tea. Still, it balances that humor out well with some pretty compelling drama and a lot of heart that really helps to engage you in the story they're telling here.

Also the animation??? Oh my GOD the way this movie looks is INSANE. Like, just the character designs alone are so fresh and interesting compared to what Dreamworks has done in the past. There's this overall stylization to this movie that's very sharp and unique, and it just makes it a feast for the eyes. The way the characters move too, very fast and snappy, as if they're 2-d characters instead of 3-d. Lots of exagerrated motions and facial expressions, it's all very silly, yes, but it works so well with the tone this movie is trying to pull off.

So yeah, I hella loved this one. I'm so mad at myself for not watching this when it first came out, because its such a joy ride from start to finish. So stylish, so witty, so engaging, and so fun! I had a great time with The Bad Guys, and if you haven't seen it yet, you should, because chances are, you will too.

Rating: 9/10

Verdict: IS THAT FUCKING KINGDOM HEARTS????

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SPOILERS FOR A BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES

Just want to preface this by saying I have yet to read the book (I had been given many [inaccurate] reviews of the book that put me off, so I refused to read it, I will be reading it now immediately now that I know those reviews were wildly incorrect), so I went into the movie with only the barest of bones of an idea of what it was about, having only read/watched the original Hunger Games trilogy years ago.

ANYWAY

One of the things that hit me like a train by the ending of the movie was the context switch up from the title itself.

“Songbirds and Snakes” and I’m sure we all made the same assumption of well obviously Lucy Gray is the Songbird and Snow is the Snake. Lucy Gray is literally referred to as “songbird” by others (usually in a derogatory way), obviously because she’s a singer and sang on the stage of her reaping. Snow is part of the Capitol where backstabbing is second nature, and most everyone is just poison and venom dressed in fine clothes. Lucy Gray is the colorfully dressed creature who lives life vibrantly while Snow is the sharp eyed student clad in blood red in a greedy world where friends just don’t happen. We see Snow literally cheat twice in the Games for Lucy Gray while she herself works to avoid the conflict and hide and wait it all out. Snow backstabs his only friend while we see Lucy Gray continue her life of performing onstage.

But then the third act of the movie happens. The ending happens. And the whole context of this dichotomy shifts.

Lucy Gray is the Snake. And Snow is the Songbird.

We see Snow get shipped off to District 12 as punishment for cheating. His clothing becomes grayed out, he himself looking washed out, his hair trimmed short, his wings clipped. Lucy however is seen thriving, singing, out in the open while performing, and back to living quietly but vibrantly with her troupe/family, a bracelet resembling a snake is on her wrist but not easily visibly. Snow becomes the songbird as he chooses to use the jabberjays, as he chooses to sing to Dr. Gaul of his friend’s plans that he sees as treason because he’ll never leave his nest. He acts on a hair trigger, only thinking it through after the fact, flies immediately into actions. We see him flit from place to place throughout the whole film, with urgency, and seemingly making things up as he goes, and they work out for the most part. He is eventually caught, like the jabberjays. Like a jabberjay, he’s constantly repeating the rhetoric of the Capitol that he’s grown up learning, and believes it, throwing it back at his companions with repetition and intensity, like the birds screaming the finals words of the Hanging Trees victims.

Lucy Gray meanwhile goes back to keeping to herself, only striking back or reacting if provoked. Her clothing is unusually colorful and keeps drawing people in, either being called a clown or having several people ask after it. It her mother’s and she admits to wearing it like armor, like a second skin, as protection for herself while in the Games, and finally sheds it when she returns home to the safety of her troupe and people. But her other outfits are just as colorful, just as eye-catching. Like venomous animals utilize as a warning. She uses poison in the Games rather than outright combat, she hides and waits out the majority if the danger until she can’t any longer, and is unaffected by the snakes as if she were one of them, due to them knowing her scent. She swerves and almost dances through the start of the Games and escapes death by inches. After she clues into Snow’s true nature, she lures him out to the cabin, where she slips through his fingers and escapes death once again, after loosing a snake on him and messing with his mind, and eventually disappears. Dr. Gaul calls her tank of snakes “a rainbow of destruction”, and Lucy Gray is quite literally a walking rainbow for the whole film.

Whether it was meant to be like this or not, neither character is blatantly cut-and-dry either a songbird or a snake, they’re both. But there’s a clear shift in their assigned role from the start of the film to the end of the film, and it’s so subtle and well done.

Sidenote: Dr. Gaul’s “blood” outfit is just a VISCERALLY excellently crafted piece that is perfect to getting her character across immediately, holy fucking hell. The red fade in from the top, to the white on the bottom half, as if she’s had her neck sliced and is bleeding out, to the wet leather red gloves and if her hands are coated in fresh blood. FUCK, DUDE—

#a ballad of songbirds and snakes #a ballad of songbirds and snakes spoilers #abosas #bosas #bosas spoilers #the hunger games #hunger games #suzanne collins #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #character analysis

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The Adventure For The Ark - Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Title: The Adventure For The Ark

Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Marion, Reader's father (Mentioned), Sallah, Fayah, the Kids (Mentioned), Toht, Dietrich, Belloq, Government men, Brody, and other excavators (Mentioned)

Requested by @groovy-lady (thank you for requesting again! It's super long! Beware! <3)

WC: 11,311

Warnings: Reader is Marion's older sister, slight suggestiveness, alcohol mentioned, family angst, fighting (physically and verbally) canon level amount of fighting, yelling, inappropriate underaged relationship briefly mentioned, guns, overall violence, death mentioned, murder mentioned, fire, cursing, movie references, snakes, animal cruelty (snakes), mummies, slight changes to the canon storyline, Nazi's mentioned, kidnapping, mentions of possible torture, anxiety, religious beliefs, taunting, teasing, name calling (nothing bad), blood, wounds/injury, weapons in general, angst, and fluff

The white chalk in your hand brushed against the chalkboard, leaving streaks and smears of white against the black, shiny surface. You turned your back to the board once more, looking at your students, "The Greeks had a vast pantheon of gods. Each of their gods ruled over a specific sphere, whether regional, natural, or event-based. All gods taken together ruled all things, but no one god ruled everything." A hand rose in the back row, you gestured to the student, "Yes, Mr. Phillips?"

"Are their religions faith-based?" He asked, dropping his hand back on his desk as you shook your head.

"Their religion relied heavily on tradition, beliefs from their past and current society. It was based entirely on what they believed in and how that was related to their history and philosophy," You paused, "It didn't take long for the Greeks to discover the importance of ritualistic religious practices. The priests were trained in rituals to preserve the peace and balance between human and divine energy-" You paused briefly, spotting Mr. Brody at the door. Looking back at the class, you tried to calm your racing heart and your growing smile, "Well, I'm feeling generous today; read chapters seven through ten. Oh, and don't forget to review your study guides!"

You watched your students file out of the room, before briskly rushing out, finding Mr. Brody standing by the wall. Rushing over, you fidgeted with your ring; twirling it round and round your fingers, "Is he back?" You asked, voice soft as your heart continued to race, Mr. Brody nodded with his own smile.

"Yes, he's in his class. He was going to-"

"Thanks, Marcus!" You replied, completely ignoring everything else he had to say as you rushed off, down the hall to Indiana's class.

You skidded to a halt in front of Indiana's door, taking a breath, you knocked on the door before pushing it open. You bit your lip as you stepped in, watching Indiana flip through some paper at his desk. "I see how it is... You come back from a trip and you don't even come to see your wife first." You sighed, walking over to the front of his desk, and taking a seat on it.

Indiana glanced up at you, a smirk growing on his face as he looked back down at the papers in his hand. "Well, I did have business to tend to." You glared at him as he flipped through pages, "But I promise I'll make it up to you later~"

You rolled your eyes before looking away, "So, how'd the trip go? Bring back anything pretty?" You heard an exasperated sigh from beside you, looking back over at Indiana as he frowned. 

"I had the idol, but my rival took it." He answered simply, making you scoff.

"Rival? What are we in? A movie? There will be other adventures and trips you will go on. Who knows, you might find something better than that idol." You tried to reassure him, reaching over to gently nudge the bridge of his glasses up.

The corner of his lips twisted up a little at that before he spoke up, "Actually, I have to go to Egypt, to recover the Ark."

Your eyes widened, "The Ark, like The Ark?" You breathed, a grin growing on your lips, "Goodness, Indiana, that sounds like a huge adventure! You must let me come with you!" Indiana raised an eyebrow at you, "Please? I'll try not to get in the way. Come on, I haven't been on a trip in such a long time." You practically begged, clasping your hands together under your chin, batting your eyelashes innocently. “Besides,” You pouted slightly, “You’ll need me.”

He sighed, "Alright fine, you can go with me." That bright smile you always seemed to bring to his face returned, "It will be dangerous." He warned as you shook your head.

"You know me, Indy. I won't go down without a good fight." You assured him, before your expression shifted to something a little darker, "Besides, when have I ever been afraid of danger?" Indiana smiled a little at that, reaching out to pull you close enough to place a small kiss on your forehead. His touch lingered for a moment, brushing away stray strands of hair, cupping your cheek, and tucking it back into your Y/F/C headscarf.

"I love you, Mrs. Jones..." He murmured, his deep voice vibrating through you, as you leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on his lips, savoring the contact.

After pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, smiling softly, "And I you, Mr. Jones…" You muttered and you could feel his smile widen.

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"Alright, so what's the plan?" You asked as you walked through Nepal, arm looped through Indy's.

"Well, we have to find your father, the Nazis are looking for the Ark, and I need his help." He answered, voice low before you paused.

"Indy... My father died a while ago." You muttered, making Indiana pause too.

"What?" He asked, beyond shocked as you nodded.

"He died a couple of years ago, I told you... Remember? I got a letter during dinner?" You mumbled, rubbing your fingers over your wedding ring absentmindedly.

Indiana ran a hand through his hair, pulling at it slightly, "I remember." Before he let out a sigh and turned to look down at you. "Do you think your sister would be of any help?" 

You sputtered a laugh, "My sister? You know, Indy, that I was the one that got the adventurous side of my father." You rolled your eyes, "And she got the drinking side." You muttered bitterly.

You and your baby sister, Marion had always been close but after you moved from Nepal and left for the States, the relationship crumbled. You got a job as a professor of world religions at Marshall College, unknowingly becoming colleagues with Indiana Jones, whom you had known as your sister's ex-boyfriend. You didn't care much for the archaeology professor, finding him a bit stubborn and annoying, but after a couple of years, you found yourself warming up to him.

Before you knew it, you were walking down the aisle wearing a beautiful white dress, your hair tied up into a bun and a veil over your face. You hadn't cried since the day your father died. But now, tears slipped down your cheeks and onto your veil as you walked toward your future husband. Your sister didn't come, you hoped she would. But she didn’t show up for the canopy, nor when Indiana broke the glass. Even after, during the feast; she didn’t come. But her absence didn’t stop you from enjoying your wedding, it was your special day after all; marrying the love of your life.

You snapped out of your daze and stared at the bar your sister owned, "It looks closed, Indy." You muttered before you strained your ears, hearing voices inside. "Should we go in?" You then whispered, turning to look up at your husband.

Indiana said nothing as he stared at the door, slowly unraveling the whip from his hip. Suddenly, you heard some ruckus from inside, and Indiana was quick to step into the bar. You grabbed your gun as you watched Indy whip an iron-hot poking rod from your sister's face. 

"Let her go." Indiana commanded calmly, pointing his gun at the man.

You glanced beside you, seeing the curtain catch fire, and the man holding your sister seemed to have noticed too. Before you could even blink, Indy shot and gunfire rang out. You managed to see your sister escape the Nazi's clutches, as you followed Indy and continued to shoot who you could, backing back around the side of the bar. Quickly, you shot a man down, ducking as someone tried to shoot you. You peeked up, shooting the man with the rifle down before ducking once more; hoping both Indy and your sister were safe. You watched as Indy shot flaming logs down, watching as they caught the floor aflame and quickly caught a man on fire. You heard Marion cry out as the burning man fell dead before her. Peeking up again, you tried to shoot another man, who nearly missed you and shot a hole in the beer barrel. Ducking down, you turned around to see Marion above you with a flaming piece of wood over her head, seemingly going to hit you until she saw it was you, pausing.

"What are you doing here?!" She cried, tossing the plank and ducking down in front of you.

"Were you really going to hit me, sis?" You asked hauntingly, holding your free hand to your heart, "Wow, you were going to hit your sister."

She simply rolled her eyes, "What are you doing here?" She repeated, ignoring you as you rolled your eyes back, you opened your mouth to speak, only to hear more gunshots hit against the bar, some bullets breaking the remaining bottle of alcohol on the shelf above. 

Growling, brushing off some shards of glass, you turned around as you peeked over the bar and shot the man who was hiding behind a tipped-over table, "Let me talk to my sister! Damn!" Huffing, you ducked back down to face Marion. "I'm here with Indy. We are trying to find the Ark before these idiots do."

She scrunched up her eyebrows, "Why are you with Jones?" She asked and you gave her a deadpanned look before raising your left hand, showing her your ring. Her jaw dropped as she stared at it, "You married him!?"

"I freaking invited you to the wedding, Mar!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air before another shot rang out. "Less talk, more fight." You quickly finish, turning and shooting another man down as Indy was tossed onto the bar.

Obviously struggling, he gestured to a bottle with his eyes before saying, "Whiskey?" Marion quickly grabbed the bottle, and you noticed the other man in the room watching as a trail of fire made its way down the bar. Indiana grabbed the bottle and slammed it on the man's head, who let go of him; Indiana narrowly escaped the trail of flames. You stood, grabbing Marion's arm as you did so. Watching with wide eyes as the man began to choke out Indiana, if you had any more bullets, you would've done something.

"Shoot them." The man with glasses and the gravelly voice spoke, "Shoot them both." He demanded as the man beside him cocked his rifle, right about to shoot Indiana and the man holding him down.

The man holding Indiana moved Indiana's arm, using his gun to shoot the man with the rifle before they both moved away. The gravelly-voiced man hid behind a tipped-over table before something caught his eyes. He picked up the medallion, his hand quickly burning and searing as it smoked. The man cried out in pain as Indiana fought for his gun and other men cowered away and left the inflamed bar. You pulled Marion out from behind the bar, before going up to Indiana as he fought with a man, his arm on fire as he tried to punch Indy. Making it behind the man, you headbutted the end of your gun upon his head, knocking the man out.

"Thanks." Indiana spoke, out of breath as you gave him a smile. 

Turning, you watched, frozen as one more man stood, pointing his gun at Indiana. Fear engulfed you, closing your eyes and flinching at the sound of a gunshot, only to open your eyes to see Indiana alive and the man with the gun toppling over; your sister behind him, with a gun in her hands.

Letting out a laugh, your sister moved quickly, "My medallion!" She grabbed it with a cloth just as Indiana grabbed her arm, grabbing you before pulling the three of you out of the burning bar. Standing out in the harsh winds, you clung onto Indiana as your sister yelled out, "Well, Jones, at least you haven't forgotten how to show a lady a good time!"

"Boy, you're something!" He replied, holding onto you and his prized hat.

"Yeah, I'll tell you what!" She began, "Until I get back my five-thousand dollars, you're going to get more than you bargained for!" She then pulled out her medallion, "I'm your goddamn partner!"

"Really!? Money's the only thing you care about right now!? We freaking saved your life!" You exclaimed, already annoyed that she'd obviously have to join you and Indy. "And you didn't even come to my wedding!" You added as Marion scoffed.

"I didn't even know you got married, Y/N! I didn't even know you were married to Jones!" She shouted back, gesturing to Indy.

"Well, it would've been nice if my sister got to see me freaking get married, despite whom I was marrying!" You argued back, Indiana placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Girls, girls, we should go. Talk this out later." He suggested, but more like commanded, before leading you down the streets.

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You glared in front of you as you crossed your legs. Dressed in a new pair of clothes, you toyed with the necklace you wore, one of the many presents from Indy after you lost your original one, a simple silver chain, with the Star of David. Normally, you wouldn't have worn it on an adventure, but it was sort of a good luck charm for you; and Indy. Indy returned from the bathroom, taking a seat beside you, noticing your off gaze and the deep frown on your face. He reached over and took your hand in his. You looked over, meeting his eyes.

"You okay?" He questioned softly.

You sighed heavily, rubbing your forehead, "No. I mean, I am very stressed out right now. A lot has happened in the past few days." You admitted softly, looking down at the ground. "And I want to know why Marion didn't come to our wedding. I mean-" You paused, cringing at the thought.

Indiana squeezed your hand in his gently, "What?"

You sighed, slightly defeated, "Do you think she didn't come because of your... Past with her?" You asked, looking up at him, only making Indy smirk slightly.

"I thought you said you weren't jealous about that." He teased you, making you groan.

"Indy! I'm not, you know this! I'm just wondering. I mean, I know the breakup was… Strange. I’m still a bit annoyed at you about it." You answered, and Indiana nodded, bringing your hand up to his lips, and kissing your knuckles softly.

"You know what I think?" Indiana asked you, his voice low; husky. You would've swooned over just his voice if you hadn't been trying to pay attention to what he was saying, "I think you should talk it out with her." His smirk widened as his half-lidded eyes stared down into yours, "Talk to her, and stop ogling over your husband." He teased, making you scoff, a smirk growing on your own lips as you nuzzled your nose with his.

"I can ogle over my husband as much as I want, Jones."

"Whatever you say, Jones." He answered back as you got out of your seat, your hand reluctantly slipping from his as you headed down a few rows, spotting your sister looking out of the window.

You awkwardly shuffled down, sitting in the seat across from her, giving her a small smile. "Hey." You greeted softly and she glanced at you before returning her gaze outside. You sighed heavily.

"You're married to Jones." Marion stated quietly after a bit, making you wince slightly.

You shrugged lightly, leaning forward and resting your elbows on your knees. "Yeah. That would technically make me one also." 

She rolled her eyes, looking at you, "Don't act smart with me. Not right now. I'm still taking this all in." She waved her hand in the air.

"I get it." You replied, sitting back, "I would've felt the same, considering you should've known for a good five years."

Marion's eyes widened, "Five years!? You've been married for five damn years!?" 

"Yeah, which brings me to asking you why you didn't come to my wedding."

Marion glared at you, crossing her arms, "I didn't know, invitation got lost in transit, obviously. If I did, I would've told you not to marry the idiot."

Now it was your turn to glare, "It wouldn't have mattered, I love him. I think you're just jealous, you're just in a relationship with that bar." You sassed back, making Marion gasp in offense.

"Me? Jealous? It's more of you being jealous! You had always liked Jones when I was with him. Half of me thinks you did this in spite of me." She answered back, making you scoff in return, eyes widening in shock.

"How dare you suggest that! I'll have you know I hated his guts when I found out I was working alongside him. And don’t forget that you were fifteen when you started “dating” him." 

“Oh, don’t bring that up!” She groaned, “I was young and dumb, and he was charming.” She muttered, rolling her eyes.

You scrunch your nose, “Kind of hard not too, Mar, I told you not to fall for him. Too inappropriate. He was Dad’s student, and wayyy too old for you.” You trailed off.

The silence between you seeped into the air, creating a thick tension that could’ve been cut with a knife. "What changed?" Marion huffed softly.

"I fell in love with him…" You spoke softly, before letting out a defeated sigh, looking down at your lap and at your ring. "I fell in love with his charm, good looks, not to mention his love for adventure." You smiled dreamily, the sun reflecting off the gemstone on your silver ring. "After that hatred I felt for him disappeared, we became friends. He'd drive me to work and we'd have lunch together. I never realized how funny he was. How charming, handsome, hardworking, caring, passionate; perfect." You let out another sigh, "I didn't hesitate when he proposed; he was my future the moment I called him a stubborn mule." You laughed admiringly, looking up to see your sister with a small smile on her face.

"You called him a stubborn mule?" She asked with that soft, somewhat teasing grin of hers.

"Yes," You began to laugh, covering your mouth with your hand as you closed your eyes, "It was such a dumb fight. We accidentally had our seating charts mixed up and so I went over there and he went over to mine. We bumped right into each other. A small fight began; I scolded him for not watching where he was going, and he told me that I had his chart... As if I had some scheme to have stolen it in the first place, which I had not!" You laughed, hearing Marion follow as she too giggled. Your laughter died down a bit, as you let out a happy sigh, "I will say that, I am happy."

Marion bit her lip before speaking with a nod, "And I guess that's all that matters." She then smirked, “I will say though,” She sighed, “It is a bit odd to see you married to my ex.”

“Oh, don’t get me started,” You laughed out, “Don't worry, I gave him a firm talking too when he asked me out on our first date. But I really wouldn’t trade him for anything, not after… All he has done to me over the years.” You chuckled. “He really is great in every way."

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Walking beside Indiana, arm in arm, you followed his dear friend Sallah up to the roof of his home, seeing the beautiful sight of Cairo. Sallah, with drink in hand, raised his arms, gesturing out to the city. "Cairo, city of the living. A paradise on earth." He spoke with such excitement and admiration.

Indiana chuckled, his hand gently squeezing your waist, but your mind was elsewhere. You watched as Sallah's wife, Fayah, walked over to her children, scolding them lightly as they laughed and played with a monkey. The monkey was quick to jump onto your sister, surprising her as the monkey climbed onto her shoulders. You laughed along with them, before the children led Marion and the monkey away. 

You gently squeezed Indiana's shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple before you went off to the children, monkey, and your sister, sitting around; watching the monkey play. Indiana watched as you left, eyes filled with adoration before he turned to Sallah. "You're the best digger in Egypt." Indiana spoke, carving a fruit as Fayah poured more liquid in his glass.

"My services are entirely inconsequential to them." He began, "They've hired or shanghaied every digger in Cairo. The excavation is enormous. They hire only strong backs and they pay pennies for them." He let out a sigh, as he looked out among the city rooftops, "As if the pharaohs have returned."

"When did they find the map room?" Indiana asked, continuing to cut the fruit in his hands.

"Three days ago. They have not one brain among them." Sallah replied, "Except one." He then let out a sigh, "He is very clever. He's a French archaeologist."

Indiana raised his head, a look of realization crossing his face, "What's his name?" He asked, only for Sallah to answer.

"They call him 'Bellosh'."

Indiana began to laugh, confusing Sallah, "Belloq. Belloq." Indiana corrected.

"The Germans have a great advantage over us. They are near to discovering the Well of Souls."

Indiana leaned back in his chair, a smug smirk on his face, "Well, they're not going to find it without this." He answered, taking the medallion out of his pocket, analyzing it. "Who can tell us about these markings?" He asked, handing the ancient looking item to Sallah.

Sallah looks down at the medallion in his hands, letting out a sigh, "Perhaps a man I know can help us." He pauses, sitting the medallion down, "Indy... There is something that troubles me."

"What is it?" Indiana asked, as Sallah leaned forward, resting his elbows and arms on the table.

"The Ark." He paused, "If it is there, at Tanis... Then it is something that… Was not meant to disturb." Sallah warned, "Death has always surrounded it. It is not of this earth." He subtly shook his head.

"You know me, Sallah..." Indiana replied, leaning back in his seat.

Sallah opened his mouth to speak before he and Indiana suddenly heard laughter. Turning, Indiana and Sallah watched as you gave one of the smaller children a piggyback ride, Marion laughing as she held the curious monkey. Sallah, hummed, a smile growing on his face as he turned back to Indiana who had continued to stare at you. He watched as you twirled around, the child on your back squealing as you did so. Your laughter sounded so pure and full of happiness. Indiana could feel his heart clench at how happy you were, and how incredibly lucky he was to have you.

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But Indiana didn’t think he’d be at the Nazi dig site, in disguise, while with the plan to use the medallion and staff to find the correct location of the Ark. Indiana felt as if his soul had been taken out of his body before being thrown to the ground and stomped on repeatedly when he thought both you and your sister were dead. Fighting all those men, Indiana’s attention was all on surviving, and not getting stabbed. Turning around, and not seeing you with him, broke him, sending him into a fit of hysteria. 

Unknown to him, you had gone after your sister who had been running away from another goon. In the process, hiding in the baskets probably wasn’t the best idea; especially with that monkey selling you both out. You remembered calling out for Indy, as was your sister as you were both carried off by four men. You couldn’t see anything in those baskets, but you could feel how unsteady and bumpy the ride was, making you feel slightly sick; and the sound of machine guns. Oh, you hoped they didn’t shoot Indy, but deep down you knew he was alright and that he would save you and your sister.

Climbing up the handmade rope from Sallah and haphazardly passing multiple nazis and other bad men, Indiana rushed into a brown striped tent, hoping to find out more on the real location of the Ark. Stepping into the tent, Indiana’s eyes widened, seeing both you and Marion tied to a pole, side by side. Marion looked up first, glaring up at the man with his face half-covered; unknowing that it was Indiana. You looked up a moment later, eyes widening as you let out a muffled version of his name. 

Without a second wasted, Indiana dropped down and took your face in his hands, eyes racking over your features as he let out an airy laugh. Indiana noticed in whatever hassle you had gone through, your head scarf had fallen off, lost in the fray. He’d buy you another one when you both went home; hell, he’d buy you a hundred.

“I thought you were dead. You both must’ve switched baskets.” He spoke softly, fearing to be heard as he quickly loosened the cloth over your mouth, doing the same with Marion before turning back to you. Leaning down he brought you into a desperate kiss, peppering a few more around your face before he let out a sigh, his heart racing from relief and happiness as he searched your face; seeing if you had any cuts or bruises. “Are you hurt?” He then asked, only for you to shake your head.

“No, I’m alright.” You answered, making Indiana sigh in relief once more, pulling you back into another kiss, which you readily reciprocated. “Don’t have to worry about me, Jonesy.” You whispered out as he pulled away, watching his enthusiastic smile slip into a grin.

“Kind of hard not too.” He replied, going back in for yet another kiss until you heard an ‘ahem’ from beside you.

“Uh, I’m alright too. Thanks for asking.” Marion spoke, rolling her eyes, “Now are you going to untie us or what? And, really, Y/N… ‘Jonesy’? Really?” She asked, turning to you, disgust on her face.

“It’s cute. He loves it when I call him that.” You spoke, only for Indiana to shake his head.

“I don’t.” He answered, face red either from embarrassment or the sun before you mouthed ‘he does,’ to Marion.

“I’m glad you’re here though, Indy. That French guy keeps coming onto Marion and it’s gross.” You spoke, scrunching up your nose.

“Yeah, why doesn’t he go after you too?” Marion asked you, turning to you slightly.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe he respects the ring.” You thought as Marion shrugged back.

“Oh, I thought it was because I was prettier, oh well…” She hummed, as you nudged her in the side with your elbow in retaliation. Indiana pulled out a small switchblade, reaching over to cut the ties. “They keep asking about you. What you know.” Marion began, making Indiana pause, before putting his switchblade away.

“What are you doing?” You whispered-shouted, looking up at Indiana with wide confused eyes. 

“I know where the Ark is, Y/N.” Indiana spoke, holding the wooden pole behind you.

“The Ark’s here?” You asked breathily, Indiana nodding in response. “Well, I’m coming with you, Indy.” You answered back firmly, giving him a small glare as Marion struggled beside you.

“Yeah, cut us loose. You can’t leave us here!” She began to freak out before Indiana placed a hand on yours and Marion’s shoulders.

“Listen,” He began looking to you, to Marion, and back, “If I take you out of here now, they’ll start combing the place for us.” He answered back, before moving the cloth back in your mouth as Marion fought as he did the same for her.

“No, Jones. You’ve got to get us out of here! Come on, Jones! Are you crazy!?”

“Marion, I hate to do this… You are my sister in law… But if you don’t sit still and keep quiet… The whole thing is going to be shot.” He turned to you, placing his hand in your hair as he stared down at you as you stared up at him. “I’ll come back for you… Both of you.” He finished, quickly pressing a final rushed kiss to the crown of your head before rushing out of the tent.

“Jones, what’s the matter?” Marion tried to call out to him, receiving another nudge in the side from you.

“Just quit it, he’ll come back for us. Just be patient.” You muffled out, Marion turning to you, her eyebrows furrowed. 

“What?” She muffled out, her dark hair in her face.

“I said, be patient.” You tried to annunciate, only for Marion to give you another confused look. You sighed, “Nevermind.” You mumbled, going back to drawing in the sand with your foot.

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That night, you huffed as that French man, you’ve known to be Belloq, untied you and your sister from the pole. Marion fought, realizing that she was untied, she ran to the exit of the tent; quickly getting stopped by another man. You stood up, brushing down your shirt and pants as Belloq spoke.

“If you’re trying to escape on foot, the desert is three weeks in every direction.” He spoke, his accented voice rolling off his tongue gracefully, “So, please, eat something. Both of you.” You eyed the man before heading over to the table, grabbing an apple. You eyed the apple next, turning it every which way, inspecting it for any hints of poison. You shrugged and took a bite, watching as Marion hobbled over on her knees next to you. “I must apologize for their treatment of you.” Belloq continued, as Marion sat down, scarfing down the food, you were silent as you bit your apple.

“Yeah, who’s idea was it? No food, no water.” She grabbed a glass of water, “What kinds of people are these friends of yours?” She spoke angrily, before chugging the water down.

“At this particular time and place, to do my work, they are necessary evils.” Belloq answered, opening a box and bringing it over to Marion. “They are not my friends. However, with the right connections… Even in this part of the world, we are not entirely uncivilized.” He finished, picking up the ends of a white lace fabric and showing it to your sister.

You silently rolled your eyes, biting your apple as Marion froze before huffing out a laugh. “It’s beautiful.” She remarked, biting into a piece of bread, her mouth already slightly full. 

“I would very much like to see you in it.” Belloq spoke, as Marion let out a laugh, taking another bite of the food.

“I’ll bet you would.” She spoke, before slowly realizing that the man was serious, dropping the half-eaten fruit in her hand down on the table. “All right.” Marion spoke, grabbing the dress out of the box. She brought it up to herself, as Belloq passed her the matching heels. 

You watched, slowly chewing your food as you sat in an empty chair, almost feeling bad for your sister as she went to change. Wearing a dress in the desert was a terrible idea. Especially those heels. You cringed at the thought of the sand getting in those shoes, making you glad you had your boots.

“What do you got to drink around here?” She asked, as she stepped behind a small curtain.

“We don’t have much time.” Belloq spoke as he rose from his seat, “Soon they will come to harm you, and I will not be able to stop them…” You leaned over, seeing that he was secretly peeping in on your sister with a mirror.

“Perve.” You muttered, tossing the apple core.

“Unless you are able to give me something to placate them.” He paused, “Some, uh, piece of information… Which I can use to protect you from them.” He spoke, grabbing a bottle of alcohol. Why he wasn’t asking you questions was really odd to you, you were the one married to Indiana after all. But, if they didn’t know that, thinking you were just another girl found with Indy, you’d keep it that way.

“I’ve already told you everything I know. I have no loyalty to Jones.” She spoke before she stepped out from behind the curtain. “He’s brought me nothing but trouble.” She walked over, spinning around for Belloq, making you roll your eyes.

“Cute right?” She asked you, turning to you as she played with the dress’s skirt.

“Very.” You replied shortly, eyeing Belloq as he fawned over her.

“Marion, you are beautiful.” He complimented her, as she smiled, but you knew that smile. She was up to something. Like the time she tried to steal the chai cookies from the jar when she was seven. She was up to something.

Belloq then turned to you, “And you, I suppose you also know nothing?” He asked as you nodded, grabbing another fruit.

“I worked at a restaurant before this… Jones fellow came in and now I’m here.” Your lie fell easily from your lips.

Belloq hummed, nodding, “Unfortunate. I hope, for your sake, you’ll make it out alive and back to your repetitious lifestyle.”

You nodded, slowly chewing, giving your sister a side glance, you hoped she’d do something soon.

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“Get out.” Indiana commanded his friend, waving the flaming torch around to stop the snakes from coming any closer. He had found the Ark, where he had thought it was, and excavated it with the help of Sallah and the nicer men. Sallah climbed up the rope, the rope then falling and landing to the ground before Indiana. He turned up at the entrance in shock, confusion, fear; “Sallah!-” 

“Hello!” Belloq greeted from the entrance, waving down at Indiana. “Why, Dr. Jones, whatever are you doing in such a nasty place?” He asked, tauntingly. 

“Why don’t you come on down here! I’ll show you!” Indiana called up, making Belloq shake his head.

Crouching down at the edge, he continued to speak, “Thank you, my friend, but I think we are all very comfortable up here.” He laughed with the men surrounding him, “That’s right isn’t it?”

Two of the head German gentlemen walked over, peering down at Indiana, “Yes, we are very comfortable up here.” Dietrich replied.

“So, once again, Jones, what was briefly yours is now mine. What a fitting end to your life’s pursuits.” He paused, “You’re about to become a permanent addition to this archaeological find. Who knows? In a thousand years, even you may be worth something.” He teased Indiana, chuckling. 

Indiana laughed back sarcastically, “Son of the bi-”

“I’m afraid we much be going now, Dr. Jones. Our prize is awaiting in Berlin. But I do not wish to leave you down in that awful place all alone.” Dietrich spoke, making Belloq look up at him in surprise as men dragged both you and Marion to the hole. 

“Slimy pig, you let me go!” Marion demanded, “Stop it!”

You struggled in the hands of the two men holding you, “Let me go too!” Your eyes widening as the creepy man from the bar tossed your sister into the snake pit with Indiana.  

She screamed as she fell, catching the sculpted mouth of a statue, “Marion!” Indiana yelled, as she dangled. “Hang on!” Below, he held his arms open, ready to catch her.

Your jaw dropped as your eyes widened, turning to the two men holding you quickly, “Actually, gentlemen, I think I’d like to stay up here.” You tried to convince them but they tried to push you, your feet digging into the sand. “You better catch me, Indy!” You yelled down at him, making him doubletake, looking from you to Marion and back. Letting out a breath, you nudge your elbows into the sides of the two men, making them let go of you, doubling over. You let out a deep breath before stepping off and into the hole, shutting your eyes as your hair whipped around and your stomach flipped. 

You quickly landed in Indiana’s arms, hearing him grunt at the impact before you opened your eyes. Indiana was already looking at you, his hands around your waist and legs gripping you tightly as he breathed heavily, “You alright?” He asked and you nodded with a smile.

“Yes, thank you.” You thanked him, pressing a quick kiss to his sweaty cheek, “Now save my sister.” You spoke, patting his chest before hopping out of his arms and grabbing a still flaming torch from the ground; shooing off the snakes. You watched as the tooth of the statue began to crumble away, making Marion fall, hitting the side of the statue before into Indiana’s arms. 

“You traitor! You get your hands off of me!” She yelled at him, pushing off of him before she landed into the same, staring right at an angry King Cobra. She froze, as did you and Indy.

“Mar, slowly back away.” You told her, watching as she slowly crawled backwards, climbing onto Indiana’s back and shoulders to get away from the snakes. 

“Snakes!” She cried, trying to get away from them as if they were mice or rats. Indiana groaned and struggled to hold her as he himself was trying to stay away from the shiny, seemingly slimy, reptiles. “At your feet!” She continued, as you watched, periodically shooing more snakes away. You were glad that you didn’t really fear snakes as your sister and Indiana did. Sometimes, you actually thought the legless things were cute.

“The girl was mine!” Belloq exclaimed from the surface.

“She’s of no use to us. Only our mission for the fuehrer matters.” Dietrich argued, “I wonder sometimes, Monsieur, if you have that clearly in mind.” He finished as Belloq went back to the hole.

“It was not to be, chérie.” He spoke down to Marion.”

“You bastards! I’ll get you for this!” She yelled up to them from Indiana’s arms.

“Indiana Jones… Adieu.” Belloq then left as some of the workers pushed the covering over the hole.

“No!” Marion cried out, but it was too late.

You let out a sigh, continuing to push more snakes away. “Well, that was eventful.” You spoke, making Indiana and Marion turn to you, obviously not liking your sarcasm. “What? Do you want me to be optimistic about this? Or should I be freaking out and crying about how I’m going to die.”

Indiana sat down Marion and passed her a torch, before looking to you, “Y/N, sweetheart, snakes…” He spoke out and you sighed, nodding.

“I understand you have a fear of them, but I just find them inconvenient small slithering, slippery serpents.” You shrugged. “I have complete faith that you’ll find a way out of here, honey.”

Indiana sighed, handing Marion a torch, , “Take this. Wave at anything that slithers.” He spoke, turning back to a section of snakes; beginning to shoo some snakes away.

“Oh my god,” Marion exclaimed as the three of you tried to keep the snakes at bay. “The whole place is slithering.” 

Marion then turned around, spotting something on his belt, she pointed the fire at it, “Indy!” Mistaking his whip for a snake.

“Marion!” You exclaimed as she poked him with the fire.

“Ow!” He turned to her with a glare, “Jesus!”

You rolled your eyes, “Try and not kill my husband while we are down here, please.” You begged, back to back with Marion. 

“How the hell are we going to get out of here!?” She cried out in distress, ignoring your comment. 

Indiana looked around the room frantically as he pushed away a snake with his foot, “I’m working on it. I’m working on it.” He answered frustratedly. 

“Well, whatever you are doing, do it faster.” Marion called out, as Indiana spotted something. Snakes slipping out of a small hole in the wall. A nasty sight to behold.

“Indy, honey, where are you going?” You asked, as Indiana moved the torch higher as he pointed to the wall of snakes.

“To that wall. Just get ready to run, both of you. Whatever happens to me.” He spoke as Marion turned to him.

“What do you mean by that?” She asked as Indiana began to climb a statue. She turned to look at you as she waved away snakes. “What does he mean by that?” She asked you, hoping for an answer.

“Sorry, I have no idea. And I’ve been doing this for years.” You huffed, nudging a legless lizard back. “Sadly, this is what usually happens on adventures with Indy.” You mumbled, more to yourself.

Indiana grabbed his whip, whipping it and hooking it on the jaw of another statue, before he started to climb it.

“Indy!” Marion called up to him, beginning to worry and freak out as the snakes got closer. “Don’t leave us down here by ourselves!”

“He won’t leave us! Oh my goodness, Marion! You said he left us at the tent, but he didn’t, even though technically we came to him; he won’t leave us. I’m married to the man for crying out loud!” You exclaimed, as Indiana continued to climb, freezing when he saw a snake. 

Burning it with the fire, the snake fell and landed right on Marion’s shoulders and neck, instantly freaking her out. You rushed over to her, quickly; gently, taking the snake by the tail and tossing it to the side. 

“Indy, dear, be careful what you drop from up there! I didn’t hear the broadcast about raining snakes!” You yelled up to him, whipping your hands on your pants before grabbing your torch again.

Indiana tossed down his dead torch as he continued to climb, both you and Marion backing yourself in a corner as Indiana climbed to the top of the statue, before beginning to push it from the wall.

“Indy!” Marion called to him again as he struggled to get it to move, hearing it crack as old sand and dust fell down.

“Get ready!” He yelled down.

“Indy, the torch is going out!” Marion cried up to him.

Quickly, the statue broke from its spot, falling down as Indaiana held onto it, landing and breaking a wall open. You let out a cough as you held Marion up and over the statue, chucking the heel she was holding away. Hopping down the large pieces of stone wall, you sat down on one as Marion went forward. 

“Indy!” You called for him, cupping your mouth with your hands as you looked around the dark room.

“Indy!” Marion copied, unknowingly holding onto a mummified skeleton. She screamed, eyes wide in horror as she pushed the mummified man away, eyes then landing on another one, before running into a few more. She rushed forward to get away from the dead, only to run through a whole hall of the creepy, gross, webbed dead men. 

Indiana was quick to grab her, “Look!” He said, “Look!” He pulled her around the corner to show her sunlight shining through a crack in the wall of stones. You stood there waiting for them, surprising your sister.

“Where were you?” She asked, still a bit scared and worked up from the hundreds of mummies in the other room. You simply point behind her, showing a second, more empty hall that you had gone through, resulting you in the same spot. “Oh…” She mumbled, before Indiana let out a huff of relief, climbing the pieces of rock and stone, with you and Marion close behind.

Indiana struggled to push the giant sandstone, it slowly sliding out of place and down, opening enough space for the three of you to escape. Indiana didn’t waste to hop off of the hole, spotting the Nazi planes loading up their things. Helping the two of you out, Indiana pointed to the side and you all made a run for it, ducking low so you wouldn’t be spotted. Getting into a good spot in a tent, you watched as men ran around, as Indiana whistled. Looking over, you also spotted Sallah.

At the whistle, he grinned, rushing over, “Holy smoke, my friends… I… I’m so pleased you’re not dead!” He exclaimed, taking Indiana’s hand with a tight clasp briefly before sitting. “Indy, we have no time. If you still want the Ark… It is being loaded onto a truck for Cairo.”

You stood over Indiana, your hand on his shoulder, “Truck?” You asked Sallah.

“What truck?” Indiana asked, sounding frustrated. 

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Laying on a pile of dirt and sand, you, Indy, Marion, and Sallah watched as the men carried the Ark onto the truck. The people of the area tried to stop the men, but they couldn’t; watching as the Ark was placed into the truck. 

“Get back to Cairo. Get us some transport to England… Boat… Plane, anything… Meet me at Omar’s. Be ready for me. I’m going after that truck.” 

“How?” Sallah asked, making Indiana pause.

“I don’t know. I’m making this up as I go.” He replied, pushing away from the dirt mound, stopping again as you grabbed his arm.

“I’m coming with you.” You insisted, only for Indiana to shake his head. 

“No, you’re not.” He answered, “You need to go with them. I’ll meet you there.” He spoke before pulling away.

“Jones,” You called for him, Indy stopping as she turned to you. You let out a sigh, feeling your heart clench, “I love you.”

Indiana gave you a grin, "I know." He tipped his hat, "Stay safe, Jones." You watched as his figure got smaller in the distance. Your throat tightened, but you forced yourself to breathe calmly.

It was evening, dark, cold air as you waited impatiently for Indiana to return. You held Marion close to you, an arm around her shoulder as you tried to stay warm. You were growing wary, incredibly anxious as the time went on. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tapped your foot against the ground. You bit your lip, your free hand fidgeting at your side as you continued to wait. Soon though, you eyed lights, watching with relief and complete joy as the truck drove down the large dock. Men quickly grabbed the crate with the Ark, rushing past you. You quickly let go of Marion, rushing over to the truck and opening the driver’s side door. Looking up, your bright smile faltered slightly as you watched Indiana clutch his arm, obviously in pain. 

“You’re hurt.” You spoke, hastily helping Indiana out of the truck, looping his arm over your shoulders and yours around his waist as Marion and Sallah came rushing over.

“Everything at last has been arranged.” Sallah spoke with excitement, taking Indiana’s hand, helping him along too.

“And the Ark?” Indiana asked.

“Is on board. Nothing is lacking, now that you’re here.” He spoke, before letting out a laugh, “Or what is left of you.”

“You trust these guys?” Indiana asked, a bit anxious as the captain stood a ways away smoking a cigarette.

“Yes.” Sallah answered firmly, “Mr. Katanga?” The man in question walked over, “Mr. Katanga, these are my friends. They are my family. I will hear of it if they are not treated well.” He spoke as Mr. Katanga slapped his own chest.

“My cabins are theirs. Mr. Jones… I’ve heard a lot about you, sir.” He gestured to Indiana, “Your appearance is exactly the way I imagined.” He teased, turning to Sallah before the two broke out into laughter, before Mr. Katanga walked away.

Indiana smiled, stepping forward to Sallah, you following, “Goodbye.” Indiana spoke, bringing the man into a hug, accidentally hurting Indiana’s arm. 

“Look out for each other.” Sallah spoke in the hug, his arm opening and reaching out for you. You gave the man a smile, wrapping your arms around both him and Indiana. “I am already missing you both.”

You both pulled away, Indiana nodding, “You’re my good friend.” You smiled, hearing the evident emotion in his voice.

You gently placed your hand on Sallah’s arm briefly, “I hope we can visit during better circumstances.” To which Sallah nodded.

“And hopefully with children of your own?” Sallah teased with a laugh, wiggling his eyebrows.

Your eyes widened and Indiana’s jaw dropped, both of your faces flushing. “Sallah!” You both cried, as he continued to laugh.

Backing away, Marion then walked over, pressing a kiss to his right cheek, “This is for Fayah,” She pressed another kiss to his left cheek, “This is for the children,” She placed the last kiss to his lips, “And this one’s for you.” The ship’s horn went off, signaling its soon departure, as Sallah stared down at Marion. “Thank you.” She spoke, before following you and Indiana.

Before you knew it, Sallah began to sing, happily walking with a pep in his step as he waved to you, Indy, and Marion on the ramp of the ship.

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In the captain’s cabin, you slowly pushed open the door, covered in a Y/F/C blanket as you carried a bowl of water and a rag.

“Where did you go?” Indiana asked as you shut the door behind you, setting the bowl on a table as he sat up in the bed. Indiana then noticed the scarf around your head, concealing your hair, and the smile on your face. “Where’d you get that?” He then asked curiously.

“Katanga. If it makes you feel better, he gave Marion a silk nightgown.” You teased as you grabbed the rag and dipped it in the water. “He had a full drawer of just scarves, and I bet Marion and I aren’t the only ladies he’s had on this ship.”

Indiana ignored your teasing, trying to sit up, “It’s lovely. What’s on it?” He asked, noticing the faint details on it in the dim light of the room.

“Flowers, specifically Chrysanthemums.”

Indiana turned to a near-by mirror as you squeezed out the excess water, poking and prodigy his bumps, bruises, and cuts. “Ow.”

Walking over at the sound of his little ‘ow,’ you helped Indiana take off his shirt, “Wait… I don’t need any help.” He flinched slightly from the pain.

“Uh-huh, yes, you do.” You answered, helping his arms out of the sleeves, “So stubborn. Legs up, can’t help you in this position.” You softly commanded as Indiana lifted his legs onto the bed.

“I don’t need help, I need sleep.” He answered, before his breath hitched as you pressed the wet cloth to the cut on his chest. “That hurt.”

“I know, and it would stop hurting if you’d just let me help you.” You scolded, gently pressing the cloth to yet another cut on his chest.

“It wouldn’t hurt if I was sleeping.” He muttered, wincing again.

You paused, giving him a deadpanned look, “It would hurt when you woke up and then we’d be in this situation again. Indy, don’t play games. Let me help.”

Indiana was quiet for a moment as he scrunched his face and winced again, “Fine.” He breathed out, making you smile.

“See? Wasn’t hard. To think we’ve been married for five years and you still don’t let me help you sometimes.” You teased as you continued to clean his wounds. “My poor baby, all battered and bruised. You should’ve let me come with you.” You muttered in a baby voice as you reached the gunshot graze on his arm.

“Uh-uh, and have you get shot? No way, sweetheart.” Indiana remarked, embarrassed and face red in the dull room, as you dipped the dirty cloth into the water and squeezed it out again.

You sighed, biting your lip, brushing away dirt, grime, and blood as your thoughts raced. Anxiety filled you, filling you up in a dark blanket of worry and fear. What if on the next adventure, he doesn’t come back?

“Hey,” Indy called out to you, interrupting your intrusive thoughts, making you look up at him, eyes tearing up.

You clenched the rag, water falling on your lap, “You scare me sometimes, Indiana.” You spoke, staring into his deep brown eyes. Reaching up, Indiana brought his hand to your cheek, his rough thumb brushing away a stray tear from your soft skin. His touch grounded you; it always had. His touch was home.

Looking up at you, Indiana’s warm gaze never once left yours as he spoke "I'm sorry, honey." Before bringing his arm back down, hissing as he did so, scrunching up his face again as a searing pain shot through him suddenly.

You were quick to lean forward, looking from his pained face to his chest and back, “What? What’s hurting? What do you need?” You asked urgently, worried that if you touched him, you’d hurt him.

Indiana shifted slightly in his spot, groaning softly, before he looked up at you, “Do you know what would make me feel better?” He let out, voice deep and slightly strained.

You placed your hand on Indiana’s cheek, your thumb brushing the apple of his cheek, the hairs on his jaw tickling you slightly. “What, my love?”

Indiana brought his hand up, pointing to his lips, “A kiss… Right here.” He slightly pouted, as you let out a chuckle, unable to stop staring down at the man before you adoringly. Without another moment wasted, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his own sweetly; softly. You smiled into the kiss before pulling away from him, both of your eyes closed, savoring the kiss. “You know,” Indiana let out a breath, licking his lips, still caught up from your kiss. “I remember saying something along the lines of making up to you later.”

Your eyes opened, staring down at Indiana with shock, feeling your face flush in the dim light. “But you’re hurt.” You answered, voice in a soft whisper. “We can wait until we’re home, healed, and not on a boat.”

Opening his eyes, Indiana stared up at you, his eyes dazed and heavy. "I think I can handle it." He mumbled to you, a small smirk spread across his face.

Feeling his hands slowly wrap and land on your waist, your gaze drifted across his face, your free hand playing with his brown hair. Looking back into his eyes, you let out a breathy laugh, "Oh, Indiana Jones." You leaned back down, lips brushing against his as the warm air surrounded them.

His grip around you tightened slightly. Your heart raced. A smile formed on your face. You breathe in his intoxicating scent before pressing your lips against his again, softly, a sense of contentment and calm filling the space between you two. He moved his fingers under your shirt, tracing delicate patterns onto your skin before resting his hand on the barest bit of exposed skin you had to offer him. You shifted closer into him, leaning down further, feeling the heat from his body radiated from his bare chest against you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in even more tightly as he deepened the kiss. You ran a hand through his dark hair, letting it run through your own fingers before cupping one side of his head with the other. His hands roamed up and down your back while kissing you passionately; every movement was so gentle and careful that made you feel so cherished. In the morning, your lips still tingled from the lingering sensation of his warm, soft kisses. 

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Holding the blanket to your chest, you watched as Indiana checked if his gun was ready and loaded before sticking it in his belt. “Engines have stopped.” He spoke, noticing your staring.

“I know,” You mumble, resting on your side, your hand on your chin, “I heard it.”

Nodding, he spoke again, “I’m going to go check.” And without another word, he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Finishing getting dressed, the door slammed open. The Nazi men rushed in with their guns drawn. “Where is Dr. Jones?” They demanded as you glared at them, tempted to grab your own gun from your belt, but you knew that it would’ve been a bad idea.

“I don’t know.” You spoke, grinding your teeth as one of the men grabbed you and pushed you out of the room. You winced as your shoulder hit the metal wall, turning down the hall to see Marion outside as well. 

The men were quick to grab both you and Marion, pulling you up and on the deck. Marion rushed forward, about to hit Dietrich before Katanga grabbed her, pulling her into him. You stood to the side, one man still holding your arm.

“What about Jones!?” Dietrich yelled up to his men.

“There’s no trace yet, sir.” A soldier called down to him.

“Jones is dead.” Katanga spoke up, “I killed him. He was of no use to us. The girl, however, has certain value where we’re headed. She’ll bring a very good price.” He spoke, before taking a lock of Marion’s hair and sniffing it with a grin, “Mn?” He then continued, “Herr Colonel… That cargo you’ve taken… If it’s your goal, go in peace with it, but leave us the girl. It would reduce our loss on this trip.”

Dietrich growled, “You are not in the position to ask for anything. We will take what we wish.” He spoke, before grabbing Marion’s arm and pulling her to him. “And then decide whether or not to blow your ship from the water.” He then turned to the man holding you, “And you, we are taking her as well. She may… Be of some use.” He spoke, giving you a once over before Belloq spoke,

“The girl goes with me.” He walked over, hands in pockets, “She’ll be part of my compensation. I’m sure your fuehrer would approve.” He pauses, sliding off his coat jacket, “If she fails to please me, you man do with her as you wish.” He spoke, placing his jacket over Marion’s shoulders. “I will waste no more time with her now.”

Before you knew it, both you and Marion were sent onto the submarine. Knowing full well, that Indiana was close behind.

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You had arrived at your destination, some island, similar to a desert like Egypt. Walking with Dietrich, Belloq, and their men, you stayed close to Marion. Unlike before, you felt an unnerving doom engulf you, chilling you to the bone. You felt as if you had been walking for miles, for hours even. The rough terrain, despite your boots, bugged you. You definitely had rocks in them, and sand. You hated sand.

“Hello!” A voice called, you knew that voice. You turned to the sound, a bright smile on your face as you saw Indiana on top of a small rock ledge, holding a bazooka. 

“Jones.” Belloq spoke in shock, fear almost, at the sight of the launch weapon. “Jones!”

Marion grabbed your hand, squeezing it, a smile on her own face. “I’m going to blow up the Ark, Rene.” Indiana spoke, eyes trained down the scope of the bazooka.

“Your persistence surprises even me. You’re gonna give mercenaries a bad name.” Belloq remarked, Dietrich then speaking up,

“Dr. Jones… Surely you don’t think you can escape from this island.”

“It depends on how reasonable… We’re all willing to be. All I want are the girls.” You couldn’t help smiling at that, watching as Dietrich turned to Belloq confused.

“If we refuse?” Dietrich then asked.

“Then your fuehrer has no prize.”

Belloq went forward, pushing the men away from the Ark, “Okay, stand back. All of you, stand back. He then put his hat back on, “Okay, Jones. You win. Blow it up.”

“Soldiers!” Dietrich yelled, making them cover the Ark once more.

“Shut up!” Belloq yelled, grabbing a gun from a man and aiming it at them. “Shut up!” The men moved away again, “Just blow it up!” Belloq called up to Indiana. “Right back to God. All your life has been spent in pursuit of archeological relics. Inside the Ark are treasures beyond your wildest aspirations. You want to see it open as well as I? Indiana… We are simply passing through history.” He spoke, gesturing back to the Ark. “This…” He placed his hand over the covered Ark, “This is history.”

You watched Indiana with bated anticipation, hoping he’d just shot the damn thing. But, you knew he wouldn’t. 

“Do as you will.” Belloq then finished, standing back from the Ark.

You knew that speech of his hit something within Indiana. You knew the man was smart enough to know that as well. Indiana lowered the weapon and you bowed your head.

It was night when the Ark was moved to its final spot, to see if the treasure inside was indeed there. You stood, tied to a pole with Marion and Indiana, staring as it started to all unfold. In front of the Ark was Belloq, dressed in a special gown, holding the staff and speaking in the Ark’s magic words. The soldier stood around, watching, waiting just like you, Indy, and your sister.

After Belloq finished, two men walked over, carefully pulling off the lid of the Ark. You watched in amazement and fear as Belloq looked over into the Ark, some of the soldiers coming closer to see too. Dietrich pulled the black leather glove from his hand, reaching in to grab what was inside. You looked up to Indiana, who was watching, an unknown look on his face. Looking back over, you watched as Dietrich pulled his hand up, his hand full of sand. He tossed the sand away in anger, as Belloq touched it in shock.

Toht began to laugh before walking away, Indiana turned up in a grin before they dropped, hearing a piercing sound in the air. The light generators began to spark before lights began to explode; scaring the men and their soldiers. Indiana looked around, confused. He had no idea what was going on.

“Indy, honey, what’s going on?” You whispered up to him, only he didn’t answer, continuing to look around bewildered. 

At the Ark, Belloq looked in, watching as the sand inside lit up, casting light and shadows. It looked like a miniature storm, thundering and shooting lightning as it began to glow. Soldier began to back up, as the Ark began to glow more intensely. Wisps of light swirled out, whispers filling the air.

“Y/N, Marion, don’t look at it.” Indiana spoke up, and you nodded your head the best you could.

“Already ahead of you.” You replied as Indiana turned his face to your sister.

“Shut your eyes, Marion. Don’t look at it, no matter what happens.” Indiana practically begged as you continued to clench your eyes shut.

Blindly, your hand searched for his, knocking into his knuckles with your finger tips. Slowly both of you intertwined your fingers together as best as you could. You let out a shaky breath as you heard more unnerving noises, screaming, crying, the wind blowing through the air.

“Indy!” Marion yelled to Indiana, the temptation to look strong.

“Don’t look, Marion! Keep your eyes shut!” Indiana yelled back to her, his grip on your hand tightening.

The screaming worsened as a bright light soon encompassed everything and anything. It passed by you, causing you to cry out as it blinded you behind your eyelids. The wind continued to blow harshly against you, before a loud crack of thunder filled the sky… And all was silent.

Indiana moved, opening his eyes and looking down. He was untied. Turning, Indiana pulled you into him, you wrapped your arms around him. “I can look, right?” Your voice small, overwhelmed.

“Yes. Yes. Marion, you can look now.” Indiana spoke, calling over to your sister.

She too opened her eyes, shaken as she looked around. She let out a breath before a smile crept on her face.

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Washington DC. You hadn’t been there in so long. You almost missed it. What you didn’t miss were the ‘After Adventure Meetings.’ Sitting besides Indiana, you fidgeted in your dress as the two agents spoke to your husband. You only hoped your sister wasn’t as annoyed as you back in Nepal.

“You’ve done your country a great service.” The one agent spoke before the other began,

“And we trust you found the… Settlement satisfactory.”

Indiana was quick to interrupt, “Oh, the money’s fine. The situation’s totally unacceptable.”

“Well, gentlemen, I guess that just about wraps it up.” The first agent then interrupted him.

“Where is the Ark?” Brody asked slowly.

“I thought we’d settled that. The Ark is somewhere very safe.” The first agent spoke up again, pulling the pipe from his mouth as he turned to Brody.

“From whom?” You spoke up, the four men turning to you.

Brody had let out a sigh, “The Ark is a source of unspeakable power and it has to be researched.” He brought up, sounding irritated.

“And it will be, I assure you, Dr. Brody, Dr. Jones.” The first agent spoke, the pipe back in his mouth as he looked at Brody and then Indiana. “We have top men working on it right now.” He tried to assure everyone.

Indiana clasped his hands together, leaning forward, “Who?” 

The agent stared at him, “Top… Men…” He spoke slowly, as if Indiana was a child who needed to be told in a slower tone to understand, it made you want to roll your eyes. The meeting was quick to be over after that, the agents leaving before you, Indiana, and Brody did the same.

Walking down the steps, arm in arm, you looked up to Indiana. “I know you’re upset. So I had an idea.” You spoke up, Indiana looking down at you briefly as you continued to walk.

“They’re fools.” Indiana complained, and you nodded, squeezing his arm gently.

“I know. I know. Who knows, they’re probably going to stuff it in a warehouse somewhere… But, Indy, honey, let’s get our mind off it. What do you think about finally going on that honeymoon you wanted? We never did it after our seven days.” You mentioned and Indiana pursed his lips, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“I thought we did.” He spoke as you simply shook your head.

“We, well, you were asked to find the Diamonds of Princess Mytchinia in Peru on the night of the seventh day. I remember it well.” You corrected, Indiana pausing in his place to look down at you.

“Really? I thought that was our honeymoon?” You gave him a small deadpanned look, you knew that tone; he was messing with you. “I’m joking.” He laughed, continuing his walk. “What do you say we stay home for our honeymoon? We could rent a cabin in the woods, roast marshmallows under the stars..? All alone… We have been traveling a lot.” He pondered out loud as you gave him a hum.

“Camping with you?” You smiled up at him as you pulled him closer, “That sounds lovely.”

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[hjnxx]

RANKING&REVIEW! HIJINXX - MAKE YOU CRY

WRITTEN AND PUBLISHED BY HEARTSFORYUI ON STARSHOOT, OCTOBER 11TH 2021

so i’m sitting here. 3 am, hair a mess, running on 1.5 hours of sleep. here to review the song that locked me into the hijinxx fanbase for the rest of my life.

make you cry is so. as a fan of synths and sci-fi sounds and the futuristic concept. this drew me in like a MAGNET. the slightest strangeness to it?? it’s like a snake waiting to pounce on its prey, sinking its teeth into its next prey with the chorus. in love with it. i need this song injected into my veins.

when listening to their previous release mascara, it almost feels like. a get back? if you weren’t in the right spaces, mascara was intensely hated on. so lyrics like ‘now it’s my time to feel alive’ and ‘no, i don’t care, every day, facing the pain’ hit a lot different. to me, make you cry is an indirect response to the hate they got. of course they’re not gonna say fuck you outright, so. terribly sorry to the fictional you in the song. pfft.

the music video is gorgeous, too. the TRON inspiration was immediate to me. when i tell you i jumped out of my BED. tron is one of my favorite sci-fi movies ever so to see that incorporated in a music video hooked me bad. whatever their company is doing… keep it up. i’m sat.

the motorcycle scenes brought a real tear to my eyes. giving the creative director a fat kiss on the lips. now on to the review.

VOCALS -> 9

RAP -> 0

DANCE -> 8.5

PRODUCTION -> 9

LONGEVITY -> 10

MUSIC VIDEO -> 10

STAGE PERFORMANCE -> 10

BIAS -> 9

TOTAL -> 8.1

#─ fandom. ◞ 히징크 ᵎᵎ ‧₊ #─ articles. ◞ 히징크 ᵎᵎ ‧₊ #fake gg #fake idol oc #fake kpop oc #fake idol group #fake kpop group #fake idol community #fake kpop girl group #fake kpop idol #fake girl group #fictional kpop girl group #fictional idol group #fictional girl group #fictional gg #fictional kpop community #fictional idol oc #fictional idol community #fictional kpop idol #fictional kpop oc

[wutheringmights]

After feeling like an absolute clown when I saw The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes movie in theaters, I figured it was time I sat down and read the original novel for myself. Unsurprisingly, I really enjoyed the book. It's definitely my favorite Hunger Games novel.

I should leave a disclaimer real quick. So I read the original trilogy a few years before the movies were released. I liked them well enough, but I always struggled to love them. Unfortunately, my biggest problem is Katniss. She's a great character. I do not like being stuck in her POV. I wish this was an ensemble story so that every side of the conflict is explored. In that way, the movies almost work better for me. I say almost, as I have such a bone to pick with Catching Fire throwing Katniss back into the arena, but that's another rant for another time.

My point is that I have never been passionate about the series, and I have not read the books in many, many years.

Yet, I still feel fairly confident calling this the best book in the series. I like exploring stories from the wrong perspective. Seeing the games from the eyes of the Capitol is genuinely interesting. I love the chapters where the students debate the philosophy of the games. I love watching Coriolanus justify his own decisions. I am obsessed with how this man thinks.

I cannot give enough praise for how Collins write Coriolanus's point of view. Here, the limited perspective works flawlessly. Seeing the world filtered through his eyes is interesting-- though I wonder why she chose to write this novel in limited third person? Did she want the veneer of objectivity that comes with third person POV, or is the first person POV trend in YA over?

I am not saying this book is perfect. It's goofy in one too many places, and there are a few plot points that just feel very immature to me (mainly, Coriolanus having to save Sejanus from the arena-- only a YA novel would make that justifiable).

My biggest problem is the loss of tension after the second act. As important as it is for the story to take Lucy Gray and Coriolanus out of the Capitol and the games, that third act really drags. There needed to be one more plotline carried over from the first two acts to help keep the suspension building. Collins really could have shaved 100 pages off this book, or made that third act into a second novel entirely.

With that in mind, I think I still like the movie better, if only for all the ways it condenses the story and fixes some of the pacing.

What really upsets me is how many people on Good Reads hate this book. I saw one review decrying the concept of this novel as ill-conceived-- something about trying to humanize the Hunger Games' Palpatine. That takes me back to how hung-up I am at the concept of a Hunger Games fandom. These books are so committed to their message and themes that it's always weird to see people talk about ships and stuff. I guess I just don't see the appeal.

When I was in high school, English teachers were just allowing the first book to be read and analyzed for class. According to a teacher friend of mine, the book is now an official part of the curriculum. I think that's a little unwarranted too. But if kids studied The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes in school... yeah, I would be okay with that one.

#i tried to stay on topic about the actual book i read but this turned into a rant about my complicated feelings about thg #i want to love the hunger games but man... they're just good and really nothing more #me rambling #me reading #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games

[xoxoemynn]

15 Questions for 15 (lol) Friends

Tagged by @blakbonnet, @spirker, @ofmd-ann, @edsbacktattoo, @darkinerry, and @bizarrelittlemew to share 15 facts about myself! 💕 ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?: Yes, both my grandmothers. One was Mary, one was Anne. Mom smooshed the names together and decided she liked the aesthetic of an i better than a y in the middle.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: Wednesday night at that video of a humpback whale. I just REALLY love whales. If you ever want to remind yourself of just how very small you are in this great magnificent universe... whales.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: Negative.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: I did eight years of marching band. Sports were never my thing.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?: Noooooo, never!

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: eyes/smile

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR?: Hazel

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: Happy endings in general, but The Haunting of Hill House is one of my ultimate comfort shows so... it depends.

ANY TALENTS?: I'm really good at tying balloons. Also I've been delighting my colleagues the past two weeks with detailed reviews of the Replica perfume sample set and honestly I think I may have found my calling. One colleague is offering to send me another sample set so we can continue the bit so this might make me an influencer now?

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: USA

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: Catering to Daphne's every whim, writing, thinking about writing, looking at the stacks of books on my nightstand I'm dying to read and then not reading them, picking out paint samples to hang on my walls for months without committing, spreading anti-banana propaganda

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: Have I mentioned Daphne? Here she is as she remembers we still have to fight for our favorite show.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 5'6"

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: I was a band kid. Close runner up would be English.

DREAM JOB?: Mostly I dream about not needing to have a job. But if I absolutely had to, I'd have a secret financier who'd anonymously direct deposit a significant amount of money into my bank account for reading/writing fic and the only criteria is I have to open AO3 and Scrivener for at least five minutes a month. And then if I want a bonus I have to go travel somewhere and take a few pictures and they'll say "good job, you're our star employee, have another $100K" and I'd say thank you, I agree, now please go away before you accidentally become un-anonymous, I do not wish to be perceived.

No pressure tags to definitely not 15 people because I can't count that high (also I've lost track of who I've seen do this so apologies if it's a duplicate!): @snake-snack-stede @areyoudoingthis @saltpepperbeard @agaywithcoffee @as-a-creww @gentlebeard @zstraps 💕

#tag games #silly sorta responses for a silly sorta day #it's a Friday and I've got zero meetings for once and I'm just vibing #daphne

[thenightling]

Loki season finale review

I just watched the season finale of Loki and I have very mixed feelings. On the one hand Loki had an excellent character arc and growth, evolving from The God of Mischief to The God of Stories and protector of the multiverse. The ending was bitter-sweet and visually gorgeous. To see Loki actually burdened with a glorious purpose of maintaining the multiverse but the symbolism is heartbreaking. Much like the mythological Loki ending up in chains with the snake dripping venom over his head, we now have poor Loki alone (possibly for all time) in a fate worse than death. Never able to be with his loved ones again. I know many people felt Loki needed to be punished for his past transgressions pre-TV series but I don't think that was necessary. It certainly was a noble sacrifice and Tom Hiddleston's acting was superb. The way he emoted with just his eyes was reminiscent of how Tom Sturridge did that as Morpheus in captivity during the first episode of The Sandman. To see that ache in Loki's eyes as he is stoically surrounded by the ever expanding Multiverse, now dependant on him and his power to sustain itself. It's a poignant ending but it's not the ending I want for him. I can't stand the idea of this reformed version of Loki all alone for all time. As God of Stories he deserves to have further adventures. I can't help but feel this ending was so that this version of Loki could essentially be discarded so Marvel can go back to the one that "Died" (or faked his death) at the hands of Thanos. Remember, this is technically an AU (alternate universe) Loki. And Marvel still has that bad habit of wanting the films to be able to stand without having watched the shows. And what about Sylvie? What will become of her now? And why does the ever-expanding multiverse need a God of Stories poised in the middle of it to keep it going? The loom was a cruel failsafe of "He who remains" but without it why does the multiverse need this guidance / sustenance? I don't quite follow the pseudoscience behind it. It's a beautiful and noble ending, especially when you see the expanse of the branching multiverse makes Yggdrisil. But still... Poor Loki. If I still had Windows Movie Maker (for Windows 7) I'd make a fan video of this Loki to the Kamelot song "Center of the Universe." This was probably the best thing Disney has done on TV and... I kind of hate. I don't want Loki's story to end this way. It's beautiful, it really shows his change but... it still feels wrong.

#Loki #MCU #Marvel Cinematic Universe #Disney+ #Disney Plus #Marvel