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jey-draws · 10 months
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Not like this movie made me cry or anything. Nope. Not at all.
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reginaldubel · 20 days
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FEARSOME GODZILLA has EVOLVED !
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hvcklebury · 5 months
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10 year old me that was equally obsessed with the hunger games and fnaf wouldve exploded in that theater
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mikimeiko · 6 months
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Deadloch | Season 1 (2023), Kate McCartney and Kate McLennan
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thisischeri · 7 months
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alexiethymia · 1 year
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Listen, book!Lockwood who is so repressed that it just translates to beaming smiles has a special place in my heart, but at the same time I cannot stress how much I appreciate the live action series for showing us unbelievably exhausted Lockwood who’s so obviously scared that Lucy and George will eventually leave (willingly or otherwise) but still has the gall to push them away. My boy was barely pulling it together. And ofc he would be so tired that the bags under his eyes are so prominent because we’re outside of Lucy’s POV now. Lucy who’s always had rose-colored glasses when it comes to him.
Speaking of Lucy, I really do love how she calls him out. She’s so aggressive with her love. It’s like she’s demanding that George and her will love and care for him and there’s absolutely nothing Lockwood can do about it so he just better shut up and take it. Peak found family right there.
How that scene where Lockwood comes to apologize to Lucy in the kitchen had so much ‘husband in the doghouse’ vibes, and how ultimately what Lucy is really mad about is just her wanting Lockwood to value his life more. And for Lockwood to outright admit that yeah he was a bit suicidal but it’s a bit like he found a new reason for living because of Lucy and George, again I say PEAK FOUND FAMILY, this is my jam. The ease of which Lucy being Lucy calms him down. (Ugh, again the domesticity of choosing egg cups). He can’t stand when she’s mad at him and he learns about apologizing properly this time around, but when she wordlessly forgives him, you can see on his face how he could fall so quickly and deeply in love with her. That’s one thing I love so much about the live action series. While the book showed us more of Lucy’s feelings for Lockwood, I actually think the series highlights Lockwood’s feelings more in that if I hadn’t read the books beforehand, I could have easily seen it as Lockwood falling first. His abandonment issues are so prominent in the series and while they play it with humor with Fittes and Kipps, you can just see that desperation behind the lighthearted tone, and for Lucy to say that she chooses Lockwood and George anyway….!
This is basically an excuse to ramble about the little things they add in the series that I love so much, which works because we’re not restricted to Lucy’s POV, in no particular order:
How Flo can immediately see how Lockwood feels about Lucy because of the effect she has on him. Prior to that statement, she’d only met Lucy once before, but that brief meeting told her everything she needed to know. She probably knew Lockwood in the aftermath of his family’s death, so for her to see Lockwood just buttering someone’s else toast for them and being all domestic and smiley, treating another person like a family member especially considering how guarded he is, she must have thought (and rightly so) that meeting Lucy made him have an appetite for life again.
We actually get to see Fittes’ and Lockwood’s side of the fight! And it was awesome. “I’m Anthony bloody Lockwood.” I can no longer remember if that line was in the book or not but idc I love it.
George and Lucy’s scene was in the book, but the acting in the series just really sold it for me. How Lucy’s heart just broke hearing George talk about himself, especially everything he said then were feelings I’m sure she’s also had about herself. I seriously loved that last episode. George and Lucy were adorable. Again I say, found family ftw.
The rise of the Flo x George ship! “You, me, and herons!” Again I say, adorable.
There are some elements that work better in book format, but in many ways the tv series really did elevate this beloved book series. It was a wonderful, wonderful adaptation. As a reader, I couldn’t be more satisfied. As a shipper, I couldn’t be more ecstatic.
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never-ending-fanfic · 9 months
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After walking out of the Barbie movie you can either hope the world turns pink and you suddenly want to compliment every woman you come across OR you have an existential crisis
Or both
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fruiteend · 24 days
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Me when they started singing together
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whoever told me that all the young dudes was “a rollercoaster” was WRONG because a rollercoaster is supposed to go up sometimes this ain’t it it’s a bloody one-way ticKET TO HELL
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mossiestpiglet · 5 months
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The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White
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nikogane · 3 months
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anyone else remember shut up and dance with me or was the fic my hallucination
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thats-my-cigah · 1 month
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just thinking about how i literally went to go see my favorite show ever last sunday and it was ride the cyclone and it was a bunch of gay college kids performing it so they made mischa and noel kiss a second time while sharing a drink after the birthday song and anyway i've been having consistent heart issues since sunday due to that moment they KISSED of SECOND time oh my god i can't think normally
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hotluncheddie · 4 months
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New anon here... I've been thinking about the government shoving Eddie into witness protection without letting him say goodbye to the rest of the group, which is a real bummer Steddie-wise because they were definitely headed towards something. So Eddie is like, in the suburbs of Chicago or somewhere under the new name Nathan Edwards or something, gets a slave wage job at a Scoops Ahoy, and proceeds to eat his feelings.
A couple years later, Steve is passing through the area, sees the Scoops, and thinks what the hell, he's doing pretty well for himself these days at whatever "fuck you dad I can make it on my own" career he ended up choosing, he can go in and tip some fresh outta high school kid the way he'd always appreciated back in his Starcourt days. And wow, the guy behind the counter definitely isn't a teenager, but he does look familiar...
:0 anon!!!!!
i’m hoping by saying he eats his feeling in the ice cream shop that we’re on the same page here… (bc oof 🥴👹)
but ugh witness protection is so sad omg but big hurt/comfort possibilities maybe i think i think
they make them leave straight out of the hospital, him and wayne and one box of stuff each. they give them new names, a new place, set wayne up with a new job. but it’s not the same, nothing is, never will be. eddie has to cut his hair, thankfully not a buzz cut but he hasn’t had his curls sit above his ears in years. it’s the thing that makes his feel most strange, he thinks - not recognising himself in the mirror.
recovering physically took a long time, mentally, just as long. but eventually he needs to be around people again, needs money, a routine. the scoops job started as kind of a joke and then he realised it was the place he applied with the easiest commute and the owner was a really chill dude at the interview and then it really wasn’t a joke anymore. eddie worked a scoops ahoy. the pay is whatever but the work is fine and with wayne’s wage they more than get by and while it’s boring, it also kind of feels like breathing room, time to slow down and learn about himself again, after everything.
after a while eddie is actually kind of digging the sailor outfit, gives him an excuse to be kind of silly and get away with way more with customers that he should. like you can’t really get mad at him, not dressed like that, not when he still gets the orders right. it feels like a character, he’s the bard, the jester, and one day he’ll break free but for now - he enjoys the free icecream.
it started small, employees are allowed one item in break and he usually went for a soda, then that changed to a milkshake or a cone. and then one night he was closing and it was right by wayne’s birthday and there was a quarter of a tub set to be thrown out. and, well, eddie thought, why not take it home?
then the new monthly schedule comes out and since most of the part timers are younger and he has his (new) van it’s got him set to closing alone most shifts. fine by him, one hour of pay where he can blast his walkman while he cleans, best case scenario even.
he was also in charge of making sure the tubs were correctly filled ready for the openers and that meant throwing out the near empty ones. so near empty that that kid in eddie seems to rear up and remind him of all those times they couldn’t afford icecream, why let it go to waste? he always did have a sweet tooth.
so most nights his routine after work is to get home, have dinner with wayne, get high, watch some tv or read or listen to music and most notably polish off whatever ice cream and ‘only just out of date so still definitely good’ toppings he’s managed to squirrel home.
that last bit is notable because it’s been a year of working there, just under a year of this new routine, and eddie’s had to size up his once baggy uniform.
he’s kept definition in his legs and arms since his job is running around and scooping frozen shit. but now he’s padded with a layer of chub and his stomach is padded with a lot more than that, having bared the brunt. his cheeks have also rounded and his thighs and ass are honestly looking better than ever.
and with everything so new that’s been forced on him, this new at least feels like his. he knows how it happened, he’s not dumb, and yeah sometimes he ate just to wallow but he enjoyed every fucking bite of that ice-cream. and yeah he knows the red stripes that streak up his sides and push agains the waistband of his shorts aren’t everyone’s idea of desirable but, this is him now. everything else in his life is new, may as well have a new body to go with it. and to be honest he finally feels like he’s recognising himself in the mirror now. this new guy he’s had to become, there are ways that it’s still his.
but god does he miss everyone. not a day goes by he doesn’t think of home, his friends, his life, the people he almost died with. steve. so every night he gets high and eats ice cream and feels his belly swell that little bit more. sometimes he cries, sometimes he laughs but he’s alive and he has wayne and they’re safe. so every night he eats icecream.
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steve moves to chicago with robin. he’s in school to be a physical therapist, robin studying italian. they moved just outside the city because it’s cheaper, a nice little neighbourhood. hes getting by, he works at a gym and helps with some of the classes, it’s decent pay and fun and he’s getting more and more days where that darkness feels far away, his rain cloud isn’t so thick. he’s doing it, surviving. living, even.
but, every day he misses eddie munson.
he’s out jogging when he spots it, taken a new route and made it to a strip of stores he didn’t know were there. with a scoops ahoy. just like summer of ‘83.
he laughs.
for old times sake and knowing robin will get a kick out of it he head in inside. thinks the 20 in his sock is more than enough to have spare for a tip that should brighten whatever kid is working the counter. surely they don’t still have the same unifo- nope, they do, and the guy at the counter looks much closer to steve’s age than the high schooler he expected. he’s cute. big eyes, nice hands.
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eddie’s frozen. there’s a spectre in his store. steve’s staring at him. eddie’s stares at steve. eddie’s suddenly filled with anxious energy, unsure how to process what’s in front of him. tugs at his shirt out of habit, smooths the fabric down over the plush of his stomach, readjusts his hat that doesn’t need readjusting, bounces on his toes. what the fuck.
and eddie sees that steve doesn’t quite recognise him with his rounder features and shorter hair. he can’t wear his rings to work (they’re different, gold but still chunky) and, obviously steve’s never seen him dressed like this, also probably never imagined eddie would have a belly like that.
the second thing that registers in eddie, after the initial shock, is feeling his stomach drop out in fear. for wayne. for their place. for his job… for steve.
he doesn’t remember what the rules were about contact with his past. but he’s pretty sure there were rules on it.
but then something flickers across steve’s face, a flash of lightning, and he’s moving, leaning across the counter and enveloping eddie in a hug. ‘oh thank god.’ eddie hears steve breathe, strained and relieved and so full of emotion eddie feels his throat close and his eyes burn. steve’s here. eddie squeezes back and breaths deep, he smells like sweat and hairspray and home.
his steve is here.
and all eddie can do is cling back.
they’ll have to figure something out. he can’t let go of this again.
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fbfh · 1 year
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you've heard plenty about the infamous Tedros of Camelot long before you met him. whispers around the school from girls in their dorms late at night sighing over his beautiful eyes and hair like spun gold, you heard the whispers of the way his muscles would flex during sword fighting, gleaming in the sunlight like it shone for him alone. you scoffed silently at these tales, sure no one could live up to such grandeur. you promised yourself if you ever run into him on campus that you'll judge him objectively, decide for yourself if the rumors and whispers of his striking beauty are true.
you don't expect the first time you meet him to be late at night, when everyone else is getting ready for bed or has already gone to sleep. you had forgotten to return a library book, and were sure as anything you'd forget if you didn't do it right then. you scurry through the halls and down the last flight of stairs, and drowsy from the late hour, you somehow manage to trip - over what, you're not sure; perhaps it's the fabric of your skirts that you weren't holding as high as usual. but before you can flail for the railing or try to catch yourself, before you can even scream, a pair of muscular arms grab you, holding you steady. as you catch your breath, you find yourself staring at a cornflower blue waistcoat stretched across a broad chest and shoulders, atop the familiar puffy white shirt of the boy's uniform.
"Are you alright?" the voice is soft, concerned and warm, but not patronizing, with a british lilt that makes everything sound so much nicer. you look up slowly, only for the breath to be pulled out of your lungs. backlit from the blue glow of the night sky shining through the large windows, he looks like a statue come to life. his eyes scan your face, looking at you, really looking at you in a way that makes you feel more alive than anything you can remember in quite some time.
"We've only just met, I hadn't expected you to fall for me quite so fast," he chuckles, his laugh sounding like churchbells echoing off the walls and marble collumns surrounding you. there's a teasing, playful tone to his voice, but no malice. he helps you up carefully, looking at you as you blink up at him in stunned silence. then you laugh. you let out a loud laugh of disbelief, raising your hands and letting them fall to your side, muffled by the fabric and many layers of your dress.
"Damn it all to hell..." you laugh, shaking your head and walking down the hall to your dorm. you laugh in disbelief that the rumors were not only true, but didn't even do him justice. they spoke of his beauty, but not of his chivalry, the warmth he eminates, the kindness in his eyes. when you finally have your head on straight again, you're sure you'll repremand yourself for acting so disgracefully in front of him, but for now, you still can't believe what just happened. Tedros can't either. he doesn't remember the last time a maiden didn't merely smile and bat their eyelashes up at him, the last time they did something surprising. but you... you're full of surprises. he watches you, fixated, as you retreat down the hall without a care in the world. he's sure he'll have to find you tomorrow. he'll say it's because you never thanked him for catching you, but it's really because he has to talk to you again. he wants so dearly to know what other surprises you have in store.
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mint-is-here · 3 months
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not the type of thing i normally post but my brain decided to start missing the dsmp yesterday so i drew ranboo
i was going to draw ghostbur but i couldnt find a pose that i liked so ranboo the beloved it is
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daisys-buckley · 5 months
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The marvels was for the gays - cats, Hailee Steinfeld, Tessa Thompson, and Brie Larson in a tank top
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