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prienova · 2 years

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I showed my friend, who knows almost nothing about f1 and has absolutely no filter, photos of each driver on the 2022 grid and made her name and give me her first impressions on them and 😭. She just said whatever came into her head at the time, none of this was really thought over :). Everything is under the cut since this is such a long post!

Max Verstappen: William Osbourne

italian or spanish vibes

slightly dark and broody vibes

takes racing very seriously

“He is either super nice or an absolute asshole, or maybe he’s both who knows.”

Sergio Perez: Kristopher

A little lost but everyone loves it

100% has compilations on youtube that are like “kristopher being kristopher for 8 minutes and 23 seconds”

Has spent so long in f1 that everyone is telling him to quit

Very enthusiastic and his fans are very loyal

Charles Leclerc: Alexio

“Damn he’s fine as hell!”

Hot, sexy, and hardworking

Has so many smutty fanfics written about him but he doesn’t know that they exist

Famous for his dimples and general smolder

Carlos Sainz: Akaash

“Oh my god, is he indian? YES DESI REP!” (She was so exited, I felt bad telling her he is spanish)

Could act in a movie as a fuckboy

Nice enough but might break your heart

Hard to approach but well liked by others

Lewis Hamilton: Joseph (but goes by Joe)

“Why are these guys so hot?”

Very wholesome and doing his best

“He looks like a good driver, I’d let him grip my steering wheel” ;)

Probably posts thirst traps after workouts

George Russell: George (she got one!)

Smiles and laughs but is secretly sad inside

“Is he gay? He feels gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I am too and my senses are tingling.”

Solid driver

After seeing him in his williams era: “Awww, look at his hair, what a gem :)”

Fernando Alonso: Alec La Chance

Old man, people are begging him to retire but he stays out of spite

Has a questionable hairstyle

Can come off as rude and scary but he is just blunt

Has probably hazed the new drivers each year

Esteban Ocon: David

Sweet guy, seems very bubbly and fun to be around, has a cute face

Would hype you up if you were feeling down

“He's that one cousin who you see at family gatherings every 4 years that you get along with super well but never talk to outside of those gatherings as neither of you can seem to make the effort to reach out.” (yes, this is her exact wording 😭)

“Is his hair wet or is that just an unholy amout of hair gel?”

Daniel Ricciardo: Arnesto

Very popular among the guys and gals ;)

Very chill and well liked

“He’s so smiley, I love his teeth!”

Looks like he belongs in FIFA

Lando Norris: Theodore

“How old is this guy? I thought you said they had to be 18 to drive or something.”

Has an “I’m not like other boys” mentality

Probably reads those romance webnovels that all have the exact same plot and cries when he finishes them because he wants to be loved

Says “pog” and “sus” unironically

Valterri Bottas: Scott

“He’s giving me australian vibes.”

Has a nice smile, seems chill and relaxed, very reliable

Not a fan of publicity but deals with it only because he has to

Comes off as tough and intense but is actually a total sweetheart, gives off major dad energy

Zhou Guanyu: Andrew

“Ooooh, I like him. He would bump into me on the way to work, spill my drink, and buy me coffee as an apology.”

A solid dude and a good friend

Seems like a good sport

She spent almost ten minutes drooling over his modeling pictures 💀

Kevin Magnussen: Gordon Ramsay

Has strong father vibes but is unhinged

Head empty, only cars

Has questionable morals but everyone loves him

Stoner energy

“He looks like if someone tried to copy Gordon Ramsay but changed it up a bit so it wasn’t obvious.”

Mick Schumacher: Brad

Very charismatic

“What happened to his hair? Why would he cut it like that?” (I showed her before and after photos of that one haircut)

Very sweet but is also a menace to society

Looks like he would enjoy cherry flavored cough medicine

Pierre Gasly: Chadwick

Very cool and suave, flirts a lot, secretly sad inside

Throws parties often

Would have went into finance if f1 didn’t work out

Has a small but devoted fanbase, extremely underrated driver

“I can’t tell if I would trust him or not.”

Yuki Tsunoda: Benjamin

Very nice, another solid guy

“He has the same hair my brother did when he was 12.”

Can drive an f1 car well but gets too nervous to drive on regular streets because he doesn’t trust himself to not start speeding

“He’s cute, I’d date him.”

Sebastian Vettel: Gandalf

Very nice and wise, pleasant to talk to

Wins a lot, has many fans that thirst over him and his scruffy hair

Could have been a footballer but chose to go into f1 instead

“He has fun uncle energy, I want to smoke a joint with him.”

Lance Stroll: Jacob from Twilight

“THIS GUY’S HAIRCUT IS EVEN WORSE THAN BRAD’S!”

When he got rid of his old hair, his passion for the sport left with it

Sometimes gets intimidated by some of the intense racers

“Someone please tell him to grow his hair back out, it looked so good.”

Alex Albon: Jughead from Archie

Has a good portion of haters for no reason

A bit awkward but very sweet

Pulls off the red hair VERY well

“I want to be his bottle of hairdye.”

Nicholas Latifi: Santander

Is either the best driver currently or very bad

Looks very intuitive and thoughtful

Seems handy and domestically skilled

“I like his hands, do you think he moisturizes?”

I honestly can’t tell which one is my favorite 😭

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wastemanjohn · 8 months

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You KNEW my prompt was gonna include pregnancy lmao but I’m gonna say samdean accidental pregnancy — your choice if Dean or Deanna, your choice which season but I wanna see Dean(na) confessing to Sam that s/he’s knocked up!

here you go mate <3 (sorry for sneaking my deanna and david bowie headcanon in here but i had reason to believe you wouldn't mind xD - and exploring this pushed me nicely out of my comfort zone so thank you for the prompt!)

The skies over the salvage yard are pink with shepherd's delight clouds. The evening breeze has a little bite, and the air smells like rotting oil and dead leaves. The latter scent is one Sam associates with shoplifting school supplies, with the good coffee shops opening up on campus again. It's an awkward nostalgia, but it comes to him anyway as he buttons up his shirt for warmth and makes a start on staking out the boulevard of broken cars, armed with two bottles of El Sol and a mental note of all the phrases he's learned not to say. Deanna's gotta be out here somewhere.

The thing is, Sam thinks as he passes the nearly restored Impala, it had seemed like his sister was doing a little better. She's still sharp tongued and irritable, but she's not been spending 12 hours a day doing god knows what under that hood. She's been hanging out with Sam and Bobby more in the evenings, not really saying much, but sometimes she smiles with her whole face at something someone says, and Sam's always a little surprised at the force of his relief. She's even been talking a bit about getting out on the road again, even if she never directly mentions Dad; but Sam's caught her quietly leafing through his journal now and then lately. Not that he's said anything about it, because that's just asking for trouble; and anyway, regardless of any improvement, Sam still has no idea what's going on in Deanna's head, really. She feels very far away.

She went out this afternoon. For hours. Didn't say where she was going; but it's got to be the first time she's left Bobby's place in weeks. She left her phone behind on the nightstand, in this way that Sam couldn't help but suspect was intentional, because there had to be something about that; had to be something in the way Deanna caught Sam's eye through the window as she was coming back, coming all slow down the path with Dad's jacket over her shoulders and this tight expression on her face. Something in the way Deanna had sharply changed direction at the sight of him, veering off until she faded into the salvage yard and Sam couldn't see her anymore. And it's not that Sam meant to be hovering near the front of the house at the exact moment of her return like a worried parent, but shit happens.

Let her be, son, Bobby had said, without looking up from his scotch and that leatherbound demonology book he'd been annotating all day. Harder you push, the more she's gonna clam up.

It bothers Sam when Bobby talks like that, like he knows Deanna better than Sam does or something. As for letting her be - well, if Bobby knows Sam at all, he's got a strange way of showing it.

As Sam goes deeper into the yard, he can hear music. Tinny, faint; but Sam recognizes David Bowie. He spent enough time being subjected to every single tape the guy ever made, even the really out there ones, over and over again as a kid to know that voice anywhere. That had been one of Deanna's more intense phases. Sam thinks she finds him comforting now, maybe; familiar, well worn, like an old blanket. She'd deny that, of course, the way she always denies shit that she thinks sounds girly, or maybe just vulnerable - but it hadn't been lost on Sam over the past year, how Deanna would play those tapes during nearly every overnight drive they took. Her hands always a little too tight on the steering wheel, Dad's unknown whereabouts breathing down the backs of their neck like a spirit.

Sam follows that bustling piano, ch-ch-changes, until he finds his sister. She's sitting on the floor, leaning against the dented door of an eighties truck with a mangled hood. The windows are down. The music is coming from inside.

Dad's jacket is so big over Deanna's shoulders. It practically drowns her, looks kind of ridiculous, if Sam were to be mean about it; still smells like Dad's cigarettes. Deanna doesn't look up, when Sam approaches, but she doesn't hide her face or snipe at him to fuck off either. Which means this is already going well.

"Hey." Sam says it cautiously. "What are you doing out here?"

Her eyes roll up at him. "Making bacon and eggs, jackass. What's it look like I'm doing?"

Sam doesn't know, actually. Still, he takes the sarcasm on the chin. He holds one of the beer bottles out to Deanna; she glances at it, then shakes her head.

It surprises Sam, but he doesn't push. "You look like crap," he offers.

Deanna snorts. "Well. Don't you know how to make a girl feel special."

There's no bite in it. That tells Sam they're okay. She does, though; look like crap, that is. Tired; washed out. She's been sleeping in the day a lot. Bobby says it's the grief, that she needs it. Sam could believe that. He wonders, though, if Bobby's heard Deanna throwing up in the night lately. Not just one of her tactical upchucks to stave off a hangover, because she's not been drinking all that much lately; but these real hacking puke sessions that jolt Sam out of sleep in the early hours of the morning. She never comes back to her bed afterwards. And Sam has his suspicions about that too, like with the left behind phone; it's Deanna's way of not giving him a chance to pry. She knows how thin the wall between the bathroom and the spare bedroom is.

"Can I sit?" Sam asks.

Deanna shrugs. It's as good as permission.

Sam lowers himself down beside her, gets comfy on the rough gravel. He puts down the beers; doesn't feel much like drinking by himself.

They sit in silence for a while. Puts Sam on edge; but it's hard to know what to say to Deanna most of the time these days, which isn't a position he's ever been in before. Then again, they've never been in the position of losing their father before, so there's that. It still doesn't feel real. It probably never will.

"Keys were still in the ignition," Deanna says, nodding up towards the truck. "Tapedeck works. Engine's salvageable. Bobby's way too quick to junk these babies. Upsets me."

Sam smiles. "Dare you to say that to his face."

"Hey, maybe I will. If he gave me half a day with this death trap I'd get her purring again. Turn her into a whole new woman."

She folds her arms, tilts her head back against that dented door. Her eyes are kinda pink and bleary.

"You should see the tapes in the glove compartment," she adds. "'S a fucking goldmine.

"Is this Hunky Dory?" Sam asks.

Deanna raises an eyebrow. "Wow. And there I was thinking you weren't paying attention all this time."

"You didn't exactly give me a choice. You only played this album every day for like ten years."

Deanna grins. "I'm proud of you, Sammy. I knew you'd learn to love it eventually."

"Love is a strong word," Sam replies.

Deanna snorts again. Something like affection passes over her face. Sam hasn't seen that in a while.

"I lost this album years ago," Deanna says. "Think it ended up with Dad, maybe. You know how our stuff used to always get mixed up."

Sam's a little stunned. And maybe it shows, because Deanna narrows her eyes at him. "What?"

"Nothing." He swallows - "Just that you, uh, mentioned Dad."

"Yeah. So?"

It's quick, defensive enough for Sam to know to shut up. He's getting good at that kind of thing.

Deanna's scowl fades; she grins, lightly punches his thigh. "You creep. Quit staring at me."

Sam didn't realize he was. But if they were a different kind of people, maybe Sam would tell Deanna how pretty she looks under the dying sunlight, under those pink, glowy clouds; but he wouldn't really know how to put something like that, and Deanna would never let him live it down if he said it aloud anyway. So he keeps it to himself. Instead, he watches Deanna pull at a spooling thread from her shirt sleeve peeking out from beneath Dad's jacket.

"You know," Deanna says, "being out here always reminds me of us being kids. Bobby letting us play in the yard until the sun went down. Bringing us lemonade. Do you remember?"

Sam smiles. "Yeah, Dee. Of course I remember."

Deanna carries on like she wasn't expecting an actual response. "We'd never had homemade lemonade. Remember how I used to try to make it for you when we got back on the road? Mine always kinda sucked, though."

Sam feels a little on edge, hyper aware of everything his body is doing, like he's trying not to spook a wild gazelle. This is the most Deanna has spoken in weeks. "You tried," he offers, because she did, Deanna always tried so hard with stuff like that. He hasn't thought about Deanna's crappy lemonade in years. With Bowie warbling about life on mars on the stereo, and the memory of Deanna's sticky too-bitter attempt alive on his tongue, it feels like it's 1992 again.

Deanna keeps pulling at that thread. "You know, back when I used to watch you - I was, I dunno, maybe ten or eleven. And you were so - you were so damn innocent, you know? Just really cute, I guess."

"Cute?" Sam echoes.

"Yeah." There's this tight, half-smile on her mouth that Sam can't quite read. "You were so curious about shit all the time. Always wanting me to tell you stories. Always getting yourself scraped and bruised because you couldn't stop fucking climbing stuff."

Sam isn't sure what to say. There's something about remembering himself as a child that makes him uncomfortable. Maybe it's the idea of being so small and so helpless; or maybe it's the memory of that hard-to-place unease that lived inside of him like blood from the moment he was fully sentient, that gut-deep sense that something about his life - his family, his barely present Daddy - just wasn't right.

"You were a pain in the ass," Deanna continues, with this fond chuckle. "Asking me questions all the time. Wanting to know how every little thing in the world worked. If I didn't know the answers, I'd just make 'em up. You believed everything I said." She clicks her tongue. "Man, do I miss that."

Why are we talking about this? Sam nearly asks. But that runs the risk that Deanna will snap shut like an oyster, and Sam will never get the answer at all. So he keeps his mouth closed. He lets Deanna carry on.

"Sammy, I used to -" She trails off, looking weirdly sheepish. "This is so so fucking weird, but like - when I was watching you, I used to wish you were actually my kid. And you - you kinda were, you know? Felt like you were mine... mine just as much as you were Dad's."

Dad, again. Sounds so unfamiliar in Deanna's voice now that it takes Sam a moment to process the revelation that came before it. "You did? Seriously?" is all he manages.

"Yeah." She's looking at her lap. Still that tight half-smile. "Seriously."

And Sam struggles to know what to do with that, what it means. Because it's hard, lately, for Sam to be angry with his father about much; makes him feel almost empty, actually, after a lifetime of nursing this near-addictive resentment over things he never fully understood. And of those things, Deanna - getting her stuff mixed up with Dad's, being so intertwined with him, resembling her martyred mother so much Dad could never stop commenting on it - Deanna seeing Sam as her own, apparently - well, he doesn't know. Sometimes Deanna just says shit. He probably isn't meant to read into it.

And besides, Sam doesn't know anything for sure. Always felt like he never really wanted to. And as he's already made his choice to love his father, he needs to keep it that way.

Deanna shuts her eyes, then. They're puffy under her lashlines, kissed with gray. "I mean," she says, "Don't get me wrong. You annoyed the crap outta me sometimes." She shrugs, hard, like a defence to an attack Sam hasn't made. "I - I do know that, Sammy. I know there was times I coulda been nicer to you." She looks a little pained.

"We were just kids Dee," Sam offers. "Not like either of us were exactly saints."

"I keep remembering," Deanna continues, in that way, like Sam hadn't spoken again, "There was this time Dad kind of - got caught up in something. Still don't know what. But he wasn't home when he said he'd be. We were running out of everything. Food, money. No one was answering the phone. And you - you were driving me insane, Sammy."

Deanna says the last part a little too quietly; her head bows, hair covering her face. And Sam thinks he knows where this is going. He's getting a little uneasy.

"You just - you kept on and on with your damn questions. 'Where's Dad? What does he do while he's away? When's he coming back?' Then you - you asked about Mom."

"Deanna-"

She shakes her head, cutting him off. Something bitter on her lips, not quite a smile. "Who punches a five year old in the face, Sammy? I can't believe I -"

"You were only nine, Dee." Sam reminds her, when she doesn't finish the sentence. "You didn't know any better."

And it's true; Dad made sure of that, with his shoot first, ask questions later manifesto. But Deanna would never see it that way. She just laughs, colorless, bitter. "Yeah. I did. I shoulda, at least. I just -" She huffs. "Sometimes it feels like I just - I couldn't stop screwing up."

"You were doing it all by yourself." As the words leave his mouth, Sam registers how they sound. Like something you'd say about a single mom, some divorced thirty something with three kids, working two jobs to keep everyone fed and clothed. Not a nine year old.

"I guess -" Deanna sucks in a breath. "I just think about that a lot. That's all."

There's this dread growing inside of Sam as he watches Deanna's mouth twist up; she blinks, angrily. "Are you - crying?"

"Shut up," she mumbles.

She turns her face away a little. Draws her knees up to her chest. And it's strange and unsettling for Sam to see, like a horse walking on its hind legs or something; because Deanna doesn't cry, crying is for girls, and anatomy aside, she doesn't much like being seen as one of those. Even before Dad's pyre she stood, solemn and silent, breathing slow, composed. A hell of a lot more composed than Sam was, anyway.

"What's going on, Dee?"

She shrugs. That's very different to I'm fine.

And if things had been in any way close to normal over the last couple of months, Sam might touch Deanna's hand right about now. Lace their fingers; cup her face. Kiss her, maybe, the way she hasn't let him kiss her in a long time. Not since - well - not since the night they let Dad go. Sam can still remember the heat from the fire on his face, the way Deanna's hair felt grainy with ash; how her lips had tasted earthy and swollen, how she felt so small and fragile in his arms, more than she ever had. Still his big sister. Still the person he wants when he's scared and spiralling and doesn't know what to do but grab onto her, and hold on and on and on.

Deanna sniffs, loudly. "I just - I had so much on my shoulders, you know? Dealin' with you... dealin' with Dad..."

Her voice cracks a little. Sam says, "It was - it was a lot. I know."

A lot. So much summed up in those two words, but it's not like Sam's had a lot of practise in talking about this.

Deanna laughs down at her folded knees, all thick. "You don't know, Sammy. You don't know at all. And I'm - I'm really glad you don't."

Sam isn't sure what to say to that. Partly because he can't gauge Deanna's tone, and partly because that feels like one of the most honest things Deanna's ever said to him. And now he's really worried.

"I just - I always wished I had another chance, you know? A chance to do over all those screw ups I made."

Tentatively, Sam reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder. It tenses a little beneath his fingers; but she doesn't pull away. That's good.

"I don't know where all this is coming from, Dee," Sam admits.

There's a pause, and Deanna seems to blink for a little too long. "It's - Sammy, I just keep on thinking. Dad's - Dad's gone."

It's the first time she's actually said it. Sam swallows; throat feels a little thick. "Yeah. I know."

"And I was just getting - you get used to things being one way, you know?" She runs a hand through her hair, shiny with grease like oil slicks. "It's always like that. You start getting used to things, and then - then some other shit happens. And suddenly things are a whole new way. Before you can even fucking -"

"What do you mean?"

"Sammy, I knew something was wrong. I - I think I knew all along. But - today..."

Sam does everything in his power to keep his growing anxiety out of his voice. "Where did you go today, Deanna?"

Her lips press together. She's still looking at her lap.

That dread expands, curdles, in Sam's gut. "Tell me."

Her hands are shaking against her thighs. "I - I went to the doctor."

That's absolutely the last thing Sam expected. "Since when do you go to the doctor?"

"I kinda had to."

Sam watches the little quiver of her fingers; and with that, he thinks back to the puking, the tiredness, how not right his sister looks. He thinks about Jess, how they were talking about what color to paint the living room 24 hours before she went up in flames on the ceiling. He thinks about Dad calmly sending him off for coffee before he…

Things are one way. Then suddenly they're another. Before you can blink, before you even remember your own name.

"Are you - are you sick?" Sam tries to keep his voice even.

Deanna isn't looking at him. "Kinda."

Sam thinks about Deanna hooked up to wires and machines. The miracle; how miracles don't happen. He's been harboring a little fear that there has to still be something wrong. A lacerated organ. A foreign object. Something they must have missed. But he thought - hoped - it was just that - a fear.

Sam sucks in a breath. "Okay. So - so what..."

Deanna smiles grimly. "Turns out I've got a parasite."

He watches Deanna shift. Her hand move towards one of the pockets of Dad's jacket. She keeps her eyes on her lap as she passes a small slip of paper to Sam. Small, rectangular. He takes it.

It's a moment or so before he realizes what he's seeing. Kind of like a photograph; a fuzzy sepia. Odd shapes that slowly begin to make sense.

"Ten weeks," Deanna says, her voice a little hoarse with disbelief. "I'm - I'm ten fucking weeks pregnant, Sammy."

Sam stares numbly at that ultrasound still. At the shapes, like two beans stacked on top of each other. Faint, fuzzy lines. Tiny arms. Tiny legs. He stares at them until they blur.

Ten weeks. Ten weeks since -

"So it's - " Sam can't finish the sentence.

"Yeah, Sammy. It's yours."

Her voice sounds very far away. And Sam can smell ash and fumes, traces of hospital grade body wash on Deanna's skin, skin that was bruised all over from cannulae and wires; and Sam couldn't catch his breath because Dad was gone, the last of him was just yards away on that burnt out pyre, gone; and Deanna's hands were on his face, tangled up in his hair, forehead pressed against his, and she was straddling his lap in the Impala's backseat, her eyes shut, muttering ssh, ssh over and over, maybe to Sam, or maybe to herself, but she kept saying it, even through the long kisses she kept pressing to his mouth; and Sam remembers he could barely see, he felt like he was choking on that ashy air, but he had Deanna, and he needed Deanna, he'd never needed her so much in his entire life. And Deanna understood, the way she's always understood things like that; and Deanna had kept on with her kissing and ssh-ing as she moved on top of him, fast, desperate, and Sam had clung onto her waist and met each roll of her hips, fast, anguished, because he couldn't get close enough, deep enough; and Deanna had been making these pitchy, breathless sounds like she was in pain, but she didn't stop Sam, and the whole time her eyes were wide and fixed on his face; and Sam remembers tangling her hair around his fingers like rope, he remembers arching up against her as he came, his body going through the motions, his senses numb to it. That numbness hasn't really left him since.

"Sammy, say something."

Deanna's voice, strained, cuts through the memory. Hauls Sam back to the present; Bowie, rotten oil, dead leaves. That autumnal breeze. His sister's face, tight and worried. Sam recognizes that pallor a little more now: shock.

It's passing through Sam as well. Of all the things he expected - this was nowhere on the list. Nowhere close.

"Alright," he manages eventually. Amazed at how calm he sounds. "What do you wanna do?" Because that's the thing to ask, right?

Deanna's lips twist again. "I mean - like, right away, I thought about just - you know - going off and taking care of it. Not even telling you. Just - "

"You wouldn't have told me?"

"I said I thought about it, Sam." She clicks her tongue; another rough wipe of her eyes. "I'm telling you now, aren't I?"

Sam keeps staring. Staring, at that image. That tiny, tiny baby.

"Is that what you want?" he manages, eventually. Hoarse as Deanna. "To - take care of it?"

Deanna's pause seems to roll around the length of the yard. Then, her eyes stray to her lap again. "You know, Dad used to lecture me about this shit. Made it very clear how disappointed he'd be if I ever accidentally got myself knocked up."

Sam says, "Really?"

"Yeah. All the time." There's something acidic in Deanna's voice. "And you know why he harped on about it so much?"

"Why?"

"Because he said it wouldn't be fair to bring a kid into all this. Into the life." Deanna laughs, this flat, one-note thing. Something sharp flashes through her eyes; something gone too quick for Sam to fully identify. "Can you believe he said that to me? After everything he..."

She stops. And Sam watches Deanna's face reset, as if she hadn't expressed something like anger towards Dad for the first time ever. Something like what Sam has been saying, feeling, thinking, ever since he was old enough to understand. Everything Deanna always denied.

"It wouldn't have to be the same." It comes out of Sam's mouth before he can catch up with it. "You know. The same as we had it."

Deanna keeps on looking at her lap.

"You -" Sam takes a breath. "You know that, right?"

Deanna sighs. More like the breath whipping out of her body. "I'm not gonna stop looking for the demon, Sammy."

She says it like she expected Sam to insist on it. He clarifies: "I'm not saying we do. I'm saying we make it work."

He has no idea how. No fucking idea. His brain hasn't quite absorbed what's in front of him yet, the news undigested; but he's certain, somehow, of that.

Deanna gives that odd laugh again. Sam isn't sure what it means, this time. "It's also..." She picks at that thread on her shirt again. "I mean, the doctor said it looked healthy. But what if it comes out and it's like, a cyclops or something?"

"Why would it be -"

Deanna's shoulders rise. "You've seen Deliverance, right?"

Oh.

Sam swallows. His eyes stray back to the picture. Not that he can see much; not that there's much to see. But there's enough there for Sam to think it looks absolutely perfect.

"There are risks," is all he can think to say. "But it's - you know. It's not completely inevitable."

Deanna narrows her eyes. "You've already looked this stuff up, haven't you?"

She says it in this accusatory way. Sam runs his thumb delicately across the grainy image. "There was always a chance this could happen, Dee."

Always a chance. They've never done much to mitigate it, really. There's not enough space in Sam's brain right now, to wonder why that is.

Deanna skips over it too. Runs a hand through that greasy hair. Her lips twist.

"I just think," she says, after a while, "even if it comes out with three heads, playing a fucking banjo... would I care? You know?"

She's still not quite meeting Sam's eyes. Sam prompts, "Would you?"

"I mean. It's not like it'd be the only freak in this family, right?" A smile spreads across her mouth. "Sammy, you know I wouldn't care. I'd -I'd love it no matter what."

"Me too." It comes out thick; Sam's never been more sure of anything in his life.

He hands Deanna back the picture; takes her hand, deceptively delicate and cold in his, as he watches her eyes fog up with tears again. She doesn't hide this time; leans in to press her forehead against Sam's, just like that night ten weeks ago, just like they've come full circle. And fuck, it feels like forever since Sam's been touched like this, touched by anyone; he's just wondering if leaning in for a kiss would be pushing it, when he feels Deanna's plump, dried out lips brushing his. They feel a little sticky, and there's this malodor to her breath, but Sam barely registers it. It's like coming home.

I missed you, he doesn't say; can't, when Deanna's mouth would smother it anyway. When Deanna would only screw her face up and call him a big girl, and he'd rattle with guilt about feeling a little humiliated by that, but he'd feel it anyway.

Deanna pulls away first. She's a little flushed, and Sam can faintly see the capillaries in her face, like pink lines on a map under her skin; she squeezes his hand, laces their fingers. Moves them together until Sam's palm is flat against her stomach, the warmth of her body underneath that worn flannel.

"I keep thinking I can feel it," she whispers. "Now I know it's there."

Sam watches their interlaced hands dumbly. Overwhelmed. He can too.

"I kinda hope it's a girl." Deanna's voice has that hoarse quality again. "So I can - so she can have a Mom. So she can have what I didn't have."

She says it at the exact moment Sam finds himself hoping it's a boy. His reasons are similar. But for someone who doesn't like to talk, Deanna's always been way better at articulating stuff like that.

"You'll be a great Mom, Dee," he says, firmly. You were to me.

"Alright. You don't need to kiss my ass." Deanna ruffles his hair, like she did when she kissed him goodnight as a kid.

It takes Sam a moment to find his voice again. "I mean it, Dee. We'll make it work." He says it with this conviction that rises up from somewhere deep. "And I'm gonna be here for you, alright? Every step of the way."

Deanna groans. "Jesus Christ. I knew you'd be like this."

But she's smiling. And Sam allows himself to as well.

"Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

“You know Dad would kill us, right? But man, do I wish he was here right now.”

She says it with a laugh in her voice, her face all twisted up; and Sam can't help but remember how he and Jess had talked about kids, vaguely, sometimes, kind of like a concept, a distant dream. How Sam had thought to himself about Dad a lot then, too, the way he never really stopped thinking about Dad and Deanna. He remembers wondering to himself whether Dad would be proud. Whether he'd even want a grandkid; if he'd want to know at all. Back then, Sam genuinely toyed with the idea that Dad wouldn't even care. Never come back, Sam.

It's not the same, now. Holy fuck, this is not the same, and it can probably only be a good thing that Dad's not here to know about this; so Sam pushes away the thought. He puts his arms around Deanna's waist and pulls her as close as he dares.

"It'll be okay," he says again, because he can't think of anything else. Because it has to be.

Deanna's looking at him kinda intently. "Sam, do you think this is Dad's way of like - you know - coming back?"

"Uh - what?"

Deanna shrugs. "Dunno. Just - hormones talking, I guess." She squeezes Sam's hand against her stomach. "Forget I said anything."

Sam's not sure he can. They don't say anything after that.

#asks #prompts #samdeanna #johndeanna if u squint #my writing #yes I know I literally always play in this part of the Canon sandbox #but whatever i invite you to sue me #cw discussions of abortion #cw childhood trauma #cw intergenerational trauma #cw incest #this came out very soft by my standards lol #well apart from all the incest and trauma #it's so heavy on the incest lol

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the angst series…

part 1

follows on after this blurb

Gwen and Aria’s POV:

“I hope today goes well for Harry and Y/N.” Gwen sighs, sitting down with an iced lemonade to match the vibes of Love Island.

“It’s hard to know what will happen.” Aria frowned her lips.

Harry and Y/N mutually deciding to give each other space was something nobody expected. Twitter had gone mad, ranting about how they want to be let in to the villa in order to give them couples therapy.

“Let’s see then.” As the credits started rolling.

Y/N was filmed waking up in bed alone, Davide still sleeping with Harry out of respect for them both. Y/N yawned and immediately got out of bed to use the toilet.

Normally they would wait for Harry to come say good morning first and they’d spend some time cuddling, but due to last night on the stairs Y/N thought it best to skip that part of the day.

“Y’okay?” Paige asked Y/N as they walked by.

“Yeah, ‘course. Just need the loo.” Y/N pointed and headed out.

“Is it just me or was that weird?” Paige asked Tasha as soon as Y/N left the room. All gossip was bad gossip, yet it was the only thing left to do in the villa.

“Why is it weird?” Antigoni asked from her bed.

“Normally Y/N doesn’t even wake up without Harry coming to kiss her good morning. Now, she’s up and out without Harry even coming into the room yet.” Paige explained and Antigoni furrowed her eyebrows, understanding why it would be weird.

“I’ll talk to them in a bit.” Antigoni suggested, being your best friend so she knew how best to get you to talk.

“I can already feel the distance between Y/N and Harry.” Gwen said sadly.

“This will be brutal.”

Y/N INTERVIEW:

“Just… after last night’s talk, I just don’t want to push him away more than I already seem to have done. So, I’ll keep my distance and hope that it only makes us stronger.”

“Why do they automatically think it’s something they’ve done?” Aria pouted sadly, watching Y/N criticise herself for something Harry was suggesting.

“Maybe the ex she goes on about fucked her up that way?”

“Well, then, Harry should know to be better towards them because of it.” Aria shook her head and Gwen agreed.

Harry was filmed walking in to the main bedroom and going straight over to your bed. He didn’t have a visible reaction to where you were, not wanting to make a bigger scene than necessary, but inside he was anxious as to where you were.

“Sleep okay man?” Andrew asked Harry.

“Not really, no.” Harry replied and that was the extent of Harry’s morning bedroom chat.

Harry waited around Y/N’s bed, expecting her to come back at some point, but Y/N had gone straight to the dressing room to get ready for the day. The other girls filtered in soon after and joined her getting ready.

Y/N wore a beautiful crochet rainbow bikini ( * ), that might be terrible for swimming in but it looked beautiful against their body. Y/N messed with their hair until it looked the way she wanted it to, before adding a little bit of makeup the way they always did.

“Y/N/N, babes, let’s go talk.” Antigoni motioned to the outside terrace. Antigoni was ready like Y/N, both of them taking pride in not needing very long to get ready.

Y/N nodded and moved along outside with her.

“So, what’s up?” Y/N asked, sitting down in the corner spot she liked so much.

“You know what’s up, so just talk to me.” Antigoni said, not caring to tread on any toes. This was her best friend and she clearly needed someone right now.

“Harry spoke to me last night.”

“Okay?”

“Said we need space.” Y/N put it simply.

“My heart still hurts from watching that.” Aria said.

“I will sue Harry for the emotional trauma he’s caused me.” Gwen added.

“Space? What’s his deal?” Antigoni scrunched her face up with confusion. You were both the strongest couple in here so where this idea of space was coming from was at a loss to her.

“He’s just worried we’re moving too fast.” Y/N explained, not wanting to completely talk shit about her boyfriend no matter how much he had hurt her last night.

“Do you think that?”

“No.”

“And did you tell him that?”

“No.” Y/N shook their head disappointedly.

“Babes, you have every right to tell him. It’s not just about what a man wants in a relationship, you matter too. No matter what Kieran used to say to you. Put yourself first.”

Y/N nodded, thinking things through in her head.

“I might just give myself some time and space, so that I can process and take it all in.”

“That sounds like a good idea. You two will figure it out, you always will.” Antigoni smiled at Y/N.

“What does that mean?”

“You’ll figure it out soon enough.”

ANTIGONI INTERVIEW:

“Y/N and Harry are endgame, let’s be honest. I just think they need to figure that out themselves first.”

•••••••

The boys were filmed chatting on the sofas over breakfast, before their workouts.

“So, Harry how was bed last night?” Dami asked.

“Davide hums in his sleep.” Harry laughed and so did Davide. The two got along well, so it only felt like harmless teasing.

The rest of the boys laughed.

“Y’can tell he had a shit night sleep. His dark circles are bad.” Aria said.

“Like me?” Gwen asked.

“Yes, Gwen, like you.”

“Saw you come get Y/N for a chat last night? At like 1 AM.” Luca said.

“Yeah, mate. Just needed to speak to her about some stuff.” Harry stretched his arms over his head, trying to act much cooler about the situation than he really was.

“You both okay? Y/N seems off.” Dami asked, knowing Y/N like a sister and just wanting to make sure they were okay.

“Yeah. We’re good. Honestly, man.”

No one but Harry could detect the lie.

HARRY INTERVIEW:

“I obviously said last night to Y/N that we should take some space, but was that a shit idea? I’m not sure yet?”

“Yes, you fucking idiot, it was.” Aria tutted.

•••••••

People were around the pool.

Y/N was in the pool doing some laps and Harry was in the gym doing his usual reps. Harry was caught glancing at Y/N a few times, but Y/N made sure that they didn’t give themselves away.

There were sudden gasps around the villa. Y/N was filmed looking around for whatever had made everyone jump, only to see a girl walk down the flowered corridor and towards the main outdoor area.

“Hi everyone!” The girl said.

Everyone was gasping and the boys started knocking in to each other, because this girl was hot.

“Holy fuck.” Aria said

[ read introduction blurb ]

“Fuck my life.” Harry sighed, dropping the weights on the floor.

“What, man?” Dami asked, looking at Harry like he was crazy for being upset that this girl had just walked in here.

“That’s my ex.”

“I can’t.” Gwen screamed into a cushion.

“SCREAMING.” Aria spoke out loud before proceeding to scream.

Dami was seen in shock whilst asking Harry whether he was telling the truth. Y/N was filmed getting out of the pool and walking over to grab a towel to wrap around themselves, before walking over to greet the new girl.

When Y/N reached the group the other girls allowed Y/N through and let the two girls meet.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” Y/N smiled brightly, even if they weren’t feeling their best. Y/N wasn’t the type of person to bring down somebody else just because she was having an off day. Only Harry could tell her fake smiles from the real.

“I’m Tanya, nice to finally meet you.” Tanya gave Y/N a side hug, whereas had given the rest of the girls proper squeezes.

“How old are you?” Ekin-Su asked.

“29, yeah.” Nodding her head when people realised she was now the oldest in the villa.

“10 years between you and me.” Gemma laughed.

“That is so weird.” Aria said and Gwen agreed.

“Still think minimum age requirement should be 21.” And this time Aria agreed with Gwen.

“What do you do?”

“I’m a property developer and then part-time lingerie model.” Tanya pouted, showing off her recently infilled lips.

“Oh wow. You look amazing.” Tasha chipped in.

“It’s so weird actually being in here now.” Tanya laughed, looking around the place and noticing the boys coming over too.

“It’s not too scary once you settle in.” Ekin-Su told her, knowing from experience.

“Oh I’m not scared. And I already know one person, so I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Really? Who do you know?”

“Uh, Harry.” Tanya replied and licked her lips as she watched all the boys make their way over.

“How?”

A lot of the girls looked towards Y/N and Y/N was seen chewing their bottom lip to hide any emotional giveaway. Y/N could already tell where this was going, however. They could tell just by how she looked.

“He’s my ex.” Tanya smirked as if that piece of information was the most outrageous thing ever.

A lot of the girls gasped and Y/N felt Paige’s arm tuck around their waist in comfort.

The look on Y/N’s face was plain still, but it was obvious that she was trying to keep herself together.

“This is shit already.” Aria sighed. Always sighing.

“Y/N deserves better.” Gwen said.

“Y/N deserves a bloody holiday after this.” Aria chuckled.

“Me fucking too.” Gwen added, leaving the both laughing.

Y/N INTERVIEW:

“It’ll be okay.” And proceeded to sniffle, before getting up and walking off.

••••••

“Hey, Y/N/N, let’s go for a chat?” Harry asked Y/N, as he walked past them laying on a sun bed.

“Okay.” Y/N agreed, picking up their water bottle. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Over there.” Harry pointed to the circular sun bed in the corner, under the palm tree in the cooling shade.

“I’m scared for this conversation.” Aria said.

“This is literally the first conversation they’ve had together since last night.” Gwen cringed.

“Oh look, Y/N and Harry are going for a chat.” The camera focused on Ekin-Su and Tanya, who were both sat at the breakfast bar. Dami was making a smoothie for Indiyah in the background.

“They’re together, right?” Tanya asked.

“Officially yes, like they’re boyfriend and girlfriend. But I am currently in a couple with Harry, if that makes sense?” Ekin-Su answered.

“Bitch you think you’re in a couple with him.” Aria rolled her eyes.

“So I take it you like Harry then?” Tanya asked, adjusting the straps on her gold painted bikini.

“He’s fit, of course I’m going to like him. Although I am now wondering why he’s your ex.” Ekin-Su smiled, hoping to grab some dirt to spread around gossip.

New girl drama.

“He actually broke up with me because I was too needy.” Tanya pouted and rolled her eyes, being the over-dramatic character she had come in here to be.

“Oof, okay.” Ekin-Su pulled a face that meant ‘that’s his problem’. “Would you ever get back with him?”

“Please say no, please say no.” Gwen prayed.

“Yeah, for sure.”

The prayers went unanswered.

“Why?” Ekin-Su asked.

“Because I miss him.” Tanya shrugged.

“If I’m being honest with you, and I will be. Their relationship is not stable right now, so you have every chance of sliding in there and becoming a couple with him if you play your cards right.” Ekin-Su told her.

“Oh fuck off.” Aria shouted, getting annoyed now.

Tanya smirked and said, “Better play my cards right then.”

The camera then cut back to Y/N and Harry, who were sitting on the sun bed now. Y/N had tucked her legs up to her chin and was sitting facing Harry, who was laying on his side facing her.

“You gonna tell me what’s up?” Harry asked, playing with a twig that had obviously fallen from the palm tree above.

“Hmm?”

“C’mon Y/N/N.” Harry sighed, trying his best not to drag it out of them. “You didn’t wait for me in bed this morning. I haven’t kissed you all morning. You’ve been avoiding me by staying in the pool. I mean, what’s wrong? Are y’pissed at me for what I said last night?” He asked, clearly frustrated.

“No, I’m just. I’m just processing.” Y/N said quietly.

“Well process with me. You don’t have to do that alone.” Harry said, dropping the twig and resting his hands on Y/Ns knees. His thumb started stroking her skin in ways that had never calmed them before him.

“I’m confused, because last night you said you wanted space and then now you’re angry at me for not being around. I’m just… I don’t understand.” Y/N stressed.

“They do have a point.” Gwen said.

“I don’t even think Harry understands really.” Aria shook her head at him in disappointment.

“Get your act together Harry.” Gwen shouted at him through the pixels of the TV.

“I don’t want us to loose ourselves, lovie, okay? And it worries me that I’m changing you. But, by the same token, I don’t want to loose us either.”

“He’s too good with his words, god dammit.” Gwen said.

“Change is sometimes good though, H.” Y/N sighed, reaching out the palm of their hand to touch his.

“Come. Lay here.” Harry patted the spot beside him.

Y/N shifted their body and laid down parallel to him, facing his beautiful face. In this moment it just felt like them against the world and that was the feeling that Y/N wanted to keep forever. To lock it in a treasure chest and bury it somewhere deep - somewhere safe.

Harry reached out to stroke their cheek carefully and Y/N reached to hold his palm again her cheek.

“What we have between us would be mad to give up on and I would never want to compromise us. I just, I know that your ex made you feel like you weren’t worth it and I want to make sure that you never feel like that again.”

“And to do that you think I need space?” Y/N questioned carefully.

“Well, don’t you?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows.

“No, Harry, no I don’t.” Y/N sat up quickly.

“Oh no…” Aria said.

The tense music in the background was a telling sign that things weren’t going well.

“Well what do you want me to do?” Harry asked, sitting up himself which made Y/N stand up away from him.

“I wanted you to be there for me. I wanted you to not give up on me—”

“I’m not—”

“You are!” Y/N shouted a bit too loudly and it caught some of the other islanders attention. “I get it Harry, I am a lot to handle. I take quite the effort to like, but I try my best H. I do, I try my best and you should appreciate that instead of pushing me away.”

“I literally can’t watch.” Gwen said, pulling a cushion up over her eyes.

“This hurts to see them fight.” Aria put a hand over her heart.

“I never said you were a lot to handle or that you’re an effort to like, did I? That’s why I think we need space, to continue focusing on ourselves. So you can focus on yourself.”

“You’re not listening to me Harry!” Y/N stressed, rubbing their hands over their face.

“No, I am—”

“Sorry excuse me, is this a bad time?” Tanya asked.

“OMG go the fuck away.” Aria screamed.

“I want to cry right now!” Gwen laughed, but actual tears were forming in her eyes from frustration.

“No. No, he’s all yours. Excuse me.” Y/N said quickly, before walking off.

TANYA INTERVIEW:

“This is going to be easier than I thought.”

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charliespringverse · 8 months

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iwbft — tuesday: a brief summary of my annotations

all highlighted quotes: 136

· ouch/ow/owie: 12

· real/felt/relatable/so true: 5

· aroace: 2

· ☹/☹☹/☹☹☹: 9

Rowan is on his front, one arm slung over Jimmy's chest. Jimmy's head is tilted ever so slightly towards Rowan. — i've woken up like this with at least half my friends

The shipping itself isn't a major inconvenience to any of us. If anything, it keeps the fans interested. They think Judgement Day will eventually come and there'll be a big reveal that Rowan and I are secretly in love. There won't. We're not. — @larry shippers in the year of our lord 2023

It's always sort of been Rowan and Jimmy, plus Lister. We still love him of course. But that's just the way it is. — PAIN (note: this is all caps, huge, and triple underlined)

'I talk about The Ark all the time. I don't know why this was a surprise.' 'Fereshteh, it was a little bit of a surprise to me too.' 'Why?' 'I suppose... I suppose I never thought you actually cared about this band that much.' — parents vs actually listening to and validating their interests (failed, always)

Juliet chuckles weakly and looks away. I know she's had some bust-ups with her parents in the past. — understatement of the millennium

I'm an optimist. I like to believe that love exists. — it Does it just isn't always romantic/sexual. but it exists So Much

'I feel bad... feeling so happy when they're probably upset,' — ur so close to getting it queen

'Can't we just go home?' Lister mumbles. 'No,' she says. — foreshadowing innit

Rowan and I follow him immediately, like there's a string attaching us — ... invisible string addition to the folklore trilogy?

Lister tells us to go away, but Rowan just walks up to him and starts rubbing his back as he throws up. — ♡ listerowan bestieism

There's a big window on one side of the bathroom. Big enough to climb out, probably. We're on the ground floor. We could just climb out and run. Get up and go. — FORESHADOWING INNIT

Being trans has been a pretty you can big part of my life so far, thanks, but that shouldn't be particularly relevant here, in an interview about our music. — u can Never escape other ppl's obsession w ur transness

Dave laughs and says again, 'Now that's honesty.' — FUCK YOU DAVE (note: this is all caps, huge, and quadruple underlined)

I ask God to give me a bit of extra patience. Because every time Mac speaks, I sort of want to put an entire bag of cotton wool in his mouth. — what God is for x

Being a male fan of obscure old bands is, for some reason, more acceptable than being a female fan of a twenty-first-century boy band. — (also the obscure old bands are rarely that obscure. they're one direction for old white men)

They know exactly who they are. They put it in their blog about' page, they put it in their Twitter bio. I never know what to put in my Twitter bio so I usually just put an Ark lyric in there. — and when u enter ur confident aro-ace era? what then?

I like to think God does have a plan for everyone. But I also think there's too much shit in the world for all these plans to be perfect ones. Or maybe God doesn't have time to write a plan for everyone. And some of us are just trying our best and getting it a bit wrong. — i think this is why faith doesnt work for me

Everything's still there, though. My journals, my guitar, my main laptop, my childhood teddy bear, and the knife that Grandad gave me when I was sixteen. — now i want to know what he would admit to in one of them essentials interviews

It'd be useless as an actual weapon, since it's completely blunt - you can run your finger along the edge and not even get a scratch. — hhhh foreshadowing innit ☹

Not that he particularly goes seeking it. Everyone just wants to be friends with Lister Bird. — and yet he cares most abt getting closer to the two he shouldn't have to try for ☹

David [Tennant] thought she wanted a selfie, when in fact she was just trying to find the nearest toilet. — iconic

'Now, there'd better be some fucking Capri-Suns somewhere around here.' — me @ every function

When they were together they both seemed to stop worrying about everything else in their lives - Rowan was no longer an overworked band boy and Bliss was no longer a struggling student. They were just together. — ☹ justice for laimondi

Then he leans in and presses his lips against mine. Oh. Okay. Fine. This is fine. Can't say I realised this conversa- tion was going in this direction, but fine. — BAD (note: this is all caps, huge, and double underlined)

'But we're gods, Jimmy. What's better than that?' — pain. suffering. agony. heartache. torture, torment, anguish.

Holding it makes me feel real. It reminds me that I was born. That my life is something other than this birdcage I'm trapped in. Isn't it? Isn't it? — has his therapist ever discussed depersonalisation with him?

#iwbftreread #les go day 2 babey #(i reas this a lot earlier in the day i've just not rlly had the chance to access tumblr while travelling)#anygay less longwinded post coming later

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reefer-reelz-n-reviews · 5 months

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Scream 3 (2000)

Smoking: Splatter

This is the 3rd movie in the franchise and they are making the 3rd movie “Stab” during it.

Something that I guess I wouldn’t have thought of. The Voice is the same (at least in the first 3 movies) played by Roger Jackson.

I will say unlike the first 2 movies this movie doesn’t have as famous of a person dying. I’ve never seen Kelly Rutherford in anything else. At least that I know of. Maybe to others she is, I just looked at her list and she was on a show called Melrose Place. I’ve heard of it, but never seen it. She was also in the original Gossip Girl. Which I’ve seen but I don’t recognize her 🤣

I wanna know what Neve Campbell does to afford a house that nice in the middle of no where with all the security that she has. I don’t see how a Women’s Crisis Center would pay for that. I guess in the 2000’s it was a bit cheaper because it totally isn’t now. Especially in California.

Courtney Cox’s bangs… she let a 4-year-old do her hair? Looks awful, just like that meme about it 😂

We’ve got Kenny from the Cosby Show! Welcome Deon Richmond to your death 🤣 well I’m pretty sure he does lol. We will find out for sure in a little bit.

Tell me how I forgot that Jay and Silent Bob are in this!?! My favorite stoners! “Who smokes the blunts? We smoke the blunts!” 🎶🎶

Why is the ghost face make that is huge and hanging a lime green color? It’s supposed to be white…

Jenny McCarthy-Wahlberg drops an award on the floor and breaks the head off. I laughed so hard 😂 foreshadowing? You’re literally on a movie lot and she’s trying to use knives to attack the killer, then she is surprised they’re fake. Like come on JMW.

Hmmm David Arquette’s bad arm switched… In the second movie it was his right arm… now it’s his left.

Love that Patrick Warburton is in this! Kronk is THE BEST! He’s a bit of a jerk, but I mean he’s a security guard for famous people, so I’m sure he’s a bit jaded. Hehehehe he steals the larger change from DA. Takes a frying pan to the head and a knife to the back. Still walks around and then dies in front of everyone.

Tells you how old this movie is, Parker Posey has a fax machine in her house 🤣

The eternally beautiful Carrier Fisher, even in the movie she talks about Princess Leia. Though she is stating that she didn’t get the part, but you know she did 😂 made a joke about sleeping with George Lucas, wonder how much basis there is for that? I know that he convinced her that in space there wouldn’t be a need for bras. So, who knows, maybe it is true 🤔

If this is about Stab 3, then why is the set up almost like exactly as the deaths in the first one? You had blood on the doggy door in the garage door for Rose McGowan’s death…

NC is carrying around pepper spray… if the killer is wearing a mask then how would it penetrate? Though I guess if it is some kind of soft cloth with holes it would make sense it would go through. But IDK seems suspicious to me.

Patrick Dempsey is really good at playing creepy and suspicious. I’ve heard that really, he’s a dickhead. Which I could totally see that. He kind of gives off dickhead vibes.

Snack time! Apple Pie, with whip cream and chocolate sauce 🤤

DR gets stabbed in the stomach and tires to run away. Nice little flip on the rug. Then over the balcony to die when he hits the ground. At least his wasn’t like a super easy death, right? He had a semi fighting chance.

So out of all the times through out the series that the killer gets knocked out this movie is my favorite. He is laying at the bottom of the stairs and as he’s, I guess dreaming, he goes, stab stab around him 🤣

Don’t understand why when PD opens the door, he has the gun come out first. Like what are you going to do? Shoot blindly? Risk hitting RC instead?

Just realized I haven’t even mentioned who the killer is in this. Maybe I will just leave it a “secret” even though I said what I did about the first one 😝 oh well.

🤣 She mentions Stab 3 and then stabs the killer a 3rd time.

Alright, that’s all for this review!

Toke on! 😶‍🌫️

-RRR

#roger jackson #Kelly Rutherford #neve campbell #courtney cox #Deon Richmond #jenny mccarthy #david arquette #patrick warburton #parker posey #carrie fisher #patrick dempsey

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cs-and-bellarke · 1 year

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CS FF: The Hilltop

Ao3, FF

Background:

Killian Jones (26) comes to the states looking for a new start in StoryBrooke Main, he finds a hilltop to find peace in his messed up life.

Emma Swan (24) comes back home after moving to New York with her brother James and her Friends Robin and Regina, she goes back to the hilltop that she has always gone to when she meets the man she talked to when looking for her brother David.

Killian’s P.O.V

Being new in a small town is a bit strange because everybody knows everybody except you and you don’t know anything about anything, when I moved to StoryBrook Main I did it to start fresh, to get away from my problems and maybe make new friends and everything. I live in a 1 bedroom apartment and I just moved here 2 weeks ago, I work as a police deputy and the shariff seems to be okay with me thank god.

I go into work and I see David on the phone and when he gets off the phone he has the biggest smile on his face that I have ever seen. “Should I ask what you are smiling about?” I asked him.

“My sister is coming back into town and she has some news for me but she will not tell me over the phone” he says.

“Wait a minute...you have a sister?”

“Yes and don’t get any ideas”

“Wasn’t planning to...how old is she?”

“She’s 23, and she used to live here but she moved and now she is coming to visit, I would like you to meet her”

“You would?” I asked him unsure if he was being serious or not.

“Yeah why not” he asks.

Okay one finding out that my only friend here in StoryBrook has a sister and my boss is one thing but him wanting me to meet her is another, why does he want me to meet his sister...I don’t get it but I am not going to argue with him.

*A week later*

I am doing paperwork and a beautiful blonde goddess walks into the station.

“Can I help you with something?” I asked her.

“Yes, is David Nolan here?” she asked.

“No he’s on his lunch break, want to leave him a message?”

“No I know where he is, thank you”

She leaves and I am just sitting there wondering who the fuck was that and how the hell can I talk to her.

Emma’s P.O.V

I go down to granny’s where my brother is having lunch, I came to see him a week early because I am moving back here and I needed to be here for when my stuff got here. When I went to see if he was at work and the man who asked if I needed help was hot as shit, like where the hell has he been all my life and how to I get one.

I sat in David's booth and it took him a minute to notice I was there but then “Emma what are you doing here, you’re not supposed to be here for another week?” he says.

“I know but I came early” I say to him.

“So what was it you wanted to tell me”

“I’ll tell you later, you have to get back to work”

“Fine but I am holding you to that”

He leaves and I go down to my hilltop that I have been going to since I was in high school, it’s so peaceful and it gives me time to just think. When I get there I see that it hasn’t changed, no one knows that I came here, not even David. All of the sudden I felt someone behind me and when I turned around it was the man from the station.

“Hey it’s you” I say to him.

“And it’s you,” he says.

“How do you know about this place?”

“I was hiking one day and found it, you?”

“I’ve been coming here since I was in high school”

“Oh so you’re from here?”

“Yeah, but I am just now moving back, I’m Emma by the way Emma Swan” I tell him.

“Killian Jones” he says with a smile. “It’s peaceful here” he says out of nowhere.

“It is, it gives me a chance to think...are you new in town?”

“Yeah, I move here about 2 weeks ago”

“How are you liking our little town”

“I like it but I only have one friend”

“Make it 2, I’ve gotta go but I’ll see ya around Jones” I say to him then I leave.

It is so hard not to stare at him but I tried my best not to, he seems so sweet and I know that he will be a good “friend”. 2 of my friends are moving here with me from New York and I am happy about it, they have been there for me when I have needed them most. Robin I have known since I was 5 and Regina I met in high school.

I went to David’s and he wasn’t home yet so I got Granny’s to go and waited for David to return...when he got home he looked tired and I knew that he was. “So what did you want to tell me?” he asks.

“Well...you know how you’ve been wanting me to come back?” I asked him.

“Yeah”

“Well, me, Robin, and Regina are moving back to StoryBrook”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah”

He smiles and hugs me, I am glad he is happy that I am moving here and I am glad that I am moving here.

Killian’s P.O.V *1 week later*

It’s been a week since Emma fully moved back to StoryBrook and I found out a couple days ago that she was David’s sister. I have met Emma on the hilltop every day since the first time and we sit and talk and I’m becoming a closer friend to her then I am with David and I know that she is his sister so have no chance with her without him going nuts. I would love to take her out and give her everything that she has ever wanted but I can’t not only because of David but because she has become my friend and I don’t want to ruin that even though part of me does.

Emma started her new job at the high school as an English teacher and I heard that she got Belle and Gold's son who runs the high school, Gold is mayor of StoryBrook and he does a good job for the most part so that's good I guess. I have learned a lot about Emma and I also know that her and David are not related because his mom adopted her when she was 6 because Ruth couldn’t have a daughter but she did have 2 boys, David and James and they don’t get along but I guess Emma was living with James in New York and David doesn’t know about it. She is closer with James then David but she came back because she missed her brother, yea she will miss James but she thought it was time for a change.

I haven’t really told her about my family because it’s complicated and I don’t want to drag her down that hle of a mess called my family, maybe one day I will tell her but not right now at least. Almost every day I see her at the hilltop and every time I see her my heart skips a beat because she is so sweet and so beautiful and I am very attracted to her. Nothing can happen though because one her brother would kill me and make it look like an accident and two because I don’t believe she finds any attraction towards me.

“Hey Swan” I say to her as I arrive at the hilltop.

“Hey Jones, what’s up?” she asks. Yeah she calls me Jones when I call her Swan.

“Nothin, just got off of work, how was work for ya”

“It was okay, teaching high school students is fun but tiring but coming here makes my day a bit better”

When she said coming here made her day better it made my heart flutter, yeah I know she wasn’t talking about me but part of me wanted to think it was. “Yeah, kinda wish I grew up out here” I say to her.

“Where did you grow up?” she asks.

“Ireland, with my brother”

“You have a brother?”

“Yeah, we stopped talking last year, I am all I go I guess other then you and David of course”

“I’m sorry to hear that, sometimes family sucks...having your brothers hate each other growing up was hard. Don’t tell David this but James was always my favorite because he wasn’t overprotective like David was and is. James would let me do more things, when he was invited to a high school party he would let me go with him but when David found out hell broke loose”

“He was just trying to protect you,” I told her.

“I know but as a young teen I thought he was just being a jackass because I liked spending more time with James then him, but that wasn’t true” she says.

She’s opening up to me more than I am with her and when I told her a tiny bit about my brother I think she knew not to push so she didn’t, it’s hard to open up about my family but I think I am going to. God she is so beautiful and any man will be lucky to have her.

“Why don’t you talk about your family?” she asks.

“It’s complicated”

“Don’t pull that, I know complicated , trust me. I was adopted when I was 13 but my parents didn’t care enough for me to drop me off at a police station no they left me on the side of the highway like a piece of trash, so I know complicated...my life is complicated but you can trust me”

“Where do you want me to start?”

“The beginning”

“Well my mother died when she gave birth to me and I think my father blamed me for it my entire life, my father left when my brother Liam turned 16, I was 13. We were homeless for about 2 years then he continued to raise me as I finished high school. When I was about 24 my brother found someone he really loved but when I wouldn’t come to work with him he got mad, but I didn’t care because I was almost done with the academy. When Liam got engaged, he changed and he was trying to control me, make me be like him...after his wedding our father came back and he forgave him, he forgave the man who left his sons to defend on their own when they were just children and Liam wanted me to forgive him too but when I wouldn’t he told me I was being childish and I should forgive the man who ‘gave us life’. He didn’t give us life our mother did, my father is just a coward and one thing I didn’t tell my brother was when we were younger my father would wait till Liam went to bed to tell me the reason my mother was dead was because I was born and then he would hit until I passed out. Liam would ask about the marks but I just told him I fell and we moved on. I love my brother but I can’t have someone in my life who can forgive the man who left us like we didn’t even matter, because to my father we didn’t matter, I can’t have someone in my life who thinks what my father did was okay and that can forgive him for what he has done” I explain to her.

She says nothing and just tackles me with a bear hug, I of course hug her back and bury my face in her hair. We hug for like 5 minutes and then she pulls away and I can see tears in her eyes, I wipe the tears off her face with my thumb and she smiles.

“How could you leave your children like that...I’m so sorry, what your father did was not right, but your brother doesn’t know everything your father did” she says.

“Yeah but he still forgives him for leaving us on the streets”

“I get it, I do but I wouldn’t know what to do without my brothers”

“I don’t know what to do without him but I have to learn”

“Well you have me, so it’s a start” she says with a smile as she grabs my hand.

“Yeah it is, thank you” I say to her as I pull her into a hug.

Emma’s P.O.V

We sat there just looking at each other after he told me pretty much his whole childhood, god he has really beautiful eyes and right now all I want to do is kiss him. He pulled me into a hug and he smelled like the ocean and...home, we pulled apart and he rests his hand on my cheek and he moves his thumb back and forth across my cheek.

We stare at each other and he has this look and I have no idea what it means but then he starts to lean in and I didn’t stop myself from leaning in either, then our lips met and when they did electricity went through my body. Thank god for the hilltop.

#Captain Swan #Emma Swan #Killian Jones #cs ff au

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10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 tags

@boysbeloving tagged me, thank you, sweetie darling!

It will be long and there will be gifs so this goes under a read more.

KinnPorsche the series, Tankhun Theerapanyakul Yeah yeah hot men everywhere and also Erika but Tankhun is the most amazing character in this plot-bizarre production-drippy unhinged delight of a TV show. He dresses wonderfully, he's a beautifully creative bully, he has some of the best lines, he's all for killing Tawan, he adopts Chay on sight, he may seem like just an over the top camp spoiled brat but there's a sinister undertone there that I also like a lot. I honestly want KPTS to get a season 2 primarily to see what Tankhun does.

Hannibal, Francis Dolarhyde I'm not putting this here just because I happen to love Richard Armitage. Or maybe I am, a little. But the thing is, I also happen to love Dolarhyde in the book Red Dragon and I was a bit worried (but not really, because Hannibal was a very intelligent and creative show) about what they'd make out of him. It turned out they made him true to book Dolarhyde and downright mesmerising, and upped his intensity quite a bit. The scene with the original watercolour, oh my god.

The Fall, Alexandria The Fall is a wonderful film and an aesthetic joy, but behind the beauty and the heavy emotion it's actually a brilliant commentary on reception theory, which is something I'm very very interested in (there may be a uni degree involved here). I mean, Lee fucking hot Pace is in this and my fave character isn't his, but the little girl who interprets and visualises Lee's character's stories. They really nailed it with the casting of her, too.

Killing Eve, Oksana Astankova/Villanelle Best. Villain. Ever. She's deranged and her clothes are amazing and she's funny and murderous and competent. And she has Jodie Comer's expressive face. For two seasons this was great but not even Comer could save the rest, sadly.

BBC Robin Hood, sir Guy of Gisbourne Shush. He's hot and troubled and he's historically wildly un-correctly dressed Richard Armitage. (The show was actually pure fun for a while but it caught feelings eventually, and the third season has some pain to it, especially for and about Guy)

SKAM, Eva Kviig Mohn Je suis Eva. I relate so much to her that it can't be healthy. Never mind Isak and Even whose season caused SKAM to go viral, Eva's season is important to me on a very personal level.

We Best Love, Yu Zhen Xuan He corrects his behaviour around others so little and I adore that. Zhen Xuan has zero fucks to give (except about Pei Shou Yi), and I don't care how paperthin and odd the plot of the show is, how questionable the kiss scene is, how magnetic Gao Shi De is or how beautifully heartbroken and pissed off Zhou Shu Yi is (well I do care a lot about some of this, but), as long as Yu Zhen Xuan is around I'm happy.

Good Omens, Crowley Book-Crowley was a massive favourite from his first slithery appearance, and show-Crowley is David Tennant who's misplaced his hip joints. What's not to love.

Deadwood, Al Swearengen Historically uncorrect like cocksucking whoa? That's evidently fine with me as long as it's a Western and gritty and filthy and violent and sarcastic and with Ian McShane. He was splendid as Odin/Mr Wednesday in American Gods too.

The Honourable Woman, Nessa Stein We're not strictly in a fandom anymore, I think, as I wasn't an all out fangirl about this show, but oh my dear gods what Maggie Gyllenhaal does with Nessa Stein. Her performance is haunting and the character is complex and flawed and gorgeous.

Fuck, I should have slipped in Gillian Anderson in something/anything. Oh well.

I don't think I talk to ten people here these days, to be honest. If you have read this far you're so tagged because wading through this proves that you love me.

#tag game #favourite tv shows #favourite films #favourite characters

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You brought up John at Kerry’s wedding and it actually made me wonder about something that maybe you can help me with or point to someone who can if you don’t know too much about it.

What are the relationship like for the in-laws with the Kennedys? Like for the original nine sibling how did the sisters get along with their brothers wives? The brothers with the sisters husbands? The next gen spouses and the respective siblings? The cousins with their cousins in-law?

I wonder cause I’ve seen small bits on here that maybe Arnold and Andrew had not exactly pure motives?

This ended up being very long so I'm going to put it under the cut!

With the original nine siblings it kinda depended on the in law and the sibling. At the beginning of Billy and Kick's friendship/relationship it has been said that Joe Jr and Jack didn't really understand why Kick liked him so much, they thought he was kinda stuffy and took himself too seriously. Ethel was beloved by all of the family (people have said that Peter Lawford didn't really like her and thought she was too strict and up tight), she got along with pretty much everyone, and fit right into the family. Jackie had a bit of a tougher time blending into the family, she didn't have the same competitiveness as her in laws and was quite quiet and reserved which the Kennedys aren't but early on built a good relationship with Jean, over time she got along with everyone and didn't have a bad relationship with anyone it just took her a longer time to get there. Joan fit in pretty easily as well and didn't have a problem getting along with anyone really. Generally, with the male in laws, Sarge, Peter, and Steve, Jack was close with all of them and had a good relationship but Ted and Bobby were more distant and didn't have much of a relationship with any of them. I don't think that says anything on either parties, it's just that Jack was very outgoing and was willing to talk to anyone while Bobby liked to keep to himself more. All in all I think as the family got older the relationships evened out and no one had that much of a problem with each other except for the occasional fight or disagreement, I think part of it is also that for a while everyone moved a part from each other, and they didn't have as much close contact with each other. The Shrivers moved around a lot, the RFKs stayed in Virginia mostly, the Lawfords lived in California and then after the divorce Pat moved to NYC with her kids, Ted and Joan lived in Boston and DC, the JFKs lived in New York primarily after 1965, the Smiths were pretty low key but with Steve being Bobby's campaign manager for the '68 election they were traveling a lot.

For the 3rd generation many of them are private citizens so the status of friendships and how people get a long isn't widely known but there were definitely cousins that were very close as kids. Caroline, the Lawford girls and Maria Shriver were very good friends as kids and that has seemed to stay, Kerry and Courtney could also be included in that group. John Jr was close with William Smith, Bobby Jr and Tim and Anthony Shriver. All the RFK siblings were close knit and were kinda their own little group. David had a great friendship with Chris Lawford, they were thick as thieves and stayed that way throughout their childhood and then up until David's death. Chris actually named his son after David. Ted Jr goes on yearly skiing vacations with Anthony Shriver and Bobby Jr with all their kids which has lead to many of them being close as well.

A lot of what's known about the third generation and how they all get along with their in laws and stuff is just kinda rumors and speculation. The thing with Andrew is that he was known to be Bobby Kennedy obsessed and his relationship with Kerry was evidence of that. He took her to Bed Stuy (Bobby helped to create the community there) for their first date, their wedding was at the same church that JFK's funeral was, this article goes in depth on their relationship and details his calculated approach to how he wanted to be attached to the Kennedy family but only in certain ways. With Arnold it's more of just I think after he first met Maria he told people that he met President Kennedy's niece and kind of wore it like it was an achievement or something. I don't think he was as calculated as Andrew, Arnold was shitty for other reasons (ie cheating and fathering a child with their maid and not telling Maria until years later).

#anon #ask #answered #kennedy family #the kennedys

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Week ending: 10 March 1955

Well, those of you following this blog (all none of you, I'm basically writing this for me, but allow me the pretense) will know that I do not like David Whitfield. So imagine my dismay when I looked at this week's offerings. Oh, well - I've been wrong in the past, perhaps I will be again. Perhaps I'm judging David too hastily. Perhaps - oh, who am I kidding?

Beyond the Stars - David Whitfield and Mantovani (peaked at No. 8)

To be fair to this song, it is a double act, and Mantovani's been consistently pretty competent, with his syrupy, string-drenched arrangements of stuff. So I can see this team-up working well, if a little bombastically.

And as we start, that's exactly what we get. Some very Mantovani strings that sound a little bit like the introduction to something grand and classical, and then a really big entrance from David, promising something big and romantic and entirely overblown. This time, it's a promise that "Beyond the stars that shine above / We'll meet again, my own, my love / / And there for all eternity / We'll be together you and me."

It's ludicrously out of proportion, I think, and then a deliciously dark thought comes to me - is David singing this because his love is dead? There's a whole lot of talk later in the song about partings, and the pain of separation, which would work, but then you get the line about how "when the pain's too hard to bear / Remember darling I'll be there". That would seem to suggest that his darling is still very much alive - but then I realise that there's nothing in there to suggest it's not David who's dead and/or dying. Again, this is a wonderfully twisted concept for a song - enough that I'm immediately accepting it as canonical, whether or not it's an intended reading.

It's about the only thing to recommend this song. Everything else, from the genuinely horrible belting on "journey's end!!!!!!" to the cascading strings, which are suitably dramatic the first time you hear them, doesn't help this song's cause. It goes big very early, then keeps going big, to the point where the scale of it just doesn't work - it's like the boy who cried wolf. You don't find it epic by about the third or fourth peak, and so it ends up being surprisingly forgettable.

Of course, perhaps I'm just biased against David Whitfield. But then again, you try listening to any of these. I defy you to enjoy them. Tolerate them, sure. But to modern ears, I'm convinced that songs like Beyond The Stars are just too much. Sorry, David.

Let Me Go, Lover! - Dean Martin (3)

Well, this is a cover of the song we heard only two weeks ago by Teresa Brewer, except this time it's Dean Martin himself singing, and I have to say, it's a different vibe. Surprisingly, very little of this is due to changing it to a male singer - most songs where that has happened, that's the main reason that the vibe of the song changes, but it's not that, here.

No, it's mostly the instrumentation and arrangement that's different. Where Teresa's was a soft, lilting mountain yodel, with her voice cutting through the top, this is a bit fuller, with all these operatic backing singers crooning over a plucked guitar and what sounds like an accordion, or the like. There are also church bells, at some points, whis was unexpected and pretty cool. It's a vaguely country-ish sound, at least to my ears, and it suits the song well enough, distinguishing this version from Teresa's pretty well.

Lyrically, I like it just as much as I liked it two weeks ago. Dean, just like Teresa, really sells the casual cruelty of a lover who doesn't love him, but wants him to keep loving them, out of some sort of spite, or pride, or just plain indifference. He really croons - there's maybe less emotional depth to his performance, compared to Teresa, who gives the whole thing a bit more anguished welly? That said, Dean Martin's voice is great, so I'm not complaining too much here.

And with that said, there's not much more to add, here. I think I had my best thoughts about this song already.

A clear and very predictable front-runner, this time. It's funny - I didn't start this project expecting to develop such strong feelings about mid-1950s pop singers. But I've found that I've very quickly worked out my favourites and least favourites. And so, coming back for a second round...

Favourite song of the bunch: Let Me Go, Lover!

#uk charts #1955 #david whitfield #mantovani #dean martin

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Supermarket

Where Fleet asks David about the hunters, stocking up for Winter and details on Cole.... @fleetsummers

fleet summers

-in the midst of stacking a crop of squashes for people to take, catches sight of David and hurries over to him, still holding an enormous butternut squash- David! David, I need you.

David Alexander

-David is taking Roxy out for a walk when he hears his name and he stops- Yes?

fleet summers

Come inside! I have a bone for Roxy, it'll keep her occupied. I wanna talk to you and I don't wanna stand out in the cold for it.

David Alexander

-David raises his brow quizzically but walks inside. Roxy heads in first, getting excited upon hearing about a bone and he follows not long after.- Roxy, sit. -Roxy sits patiently but excited, as evident by the tail wag- Alright, what can I do for you, kid?

fleet summers

-holds up his finger and scurries off, extracting a big bone from a container and setting it in front of Roxy- Good girl. You entertain yourself while I talk to your daddy. -goes back to David, rubbing his hands- I just wanted to talk about what kind of game you expect, so I know which preservation supplies to have on-hand. And I ... -demurs slightly, pink flaking his cheeks- ...sort of wanted to talk to you about the other hunters.

David Alexander

-Roxy picks it up once Fleet calls her a good girl and immediately starts to chow down on it. David, in the mean time, leans up against one of the shelves and crosses his arms- Well, probably looking at some deer, turkey and duck if we're lucky, then ya got your rabbits and boars. I'm gonna get a big huntin' party out soon to make sure we got enough to last the winter months, but luckily the deer should be out and about quite a bit, even in the cold. -his brow raises just a bit as he mentions the other hunters- Alright.....did one of them do something I need to worry about?

fleet summers

A boar. Ohmigosh. How do you normally handle something that size? I mean, I know the deer are big too, but there's so much more you can get out of a boar, all the intestines and everything. Do you field strip them or bring them back whole? I would kiss you on the mouth if you bring them back whole. Unless that would have the opposite effect. -grins, but then subsides a little at the question- Noo-ooo-ooo ... I'm just fond of two of them and also nosy.

David Alexander

Normally field strip, but if I get something to help cart the whole thing back, like a horse, I could bring it back whole. Although you might want to try kissing someone else. Zack, for example. Might help him relax a bit. -he shifts a little in his place- Okay, and you're asking me because.....?

fleet summers

Mostly I wanted to talk about the hunting. But I figured, you're out there in extreme situations with both my dad and with ... Zack, yes, so why not kill three birds with one stone? My dad's a butcher, too, so maybe if we get him on board with bringing back a whole boar he could help plan....

David Alexander

-David nodded along- That might not be a bad idea. Could see about butchering out in the field, although it would have to be quick. Smell of blood attracts unwanted visitors. But you know what we're low on, as far as meat, so how much room we got and how much do we need?

fleet summers

-instead of answering that- What's he like? As a hunter. My dad.

David Alexander

Cole? -David thinks about it for a minute and shrugs- Damn good hunter. I've had no issues with him. Haven't really gone out to hunt with him yet but he always manages to bring some good stuff back so not complaints from me.

fleet summers

But what's he like. I mean, as a person. Does he argue with you? Does he show off? Is he humble? Does he go for big showy game or does he bring back a bunch of smaller stuff but a lot of it?

David Alexander

Uhhhhh....-David hums as he tries to think on how to answer- No arguments, we don't butt heads. I wouldn't say he shows off but he's confident. -he pauses as he tries to think about what he'd seen Cole bring back- It's a good mixture of both.....out of curiosity, why do you ask?

fleet summers

Oh! -is a little taken aback by the question, but rallies- I don't know him very well, I didn't grow up with him. It's kinda weird meeting your dad when you're a full-on adult, y'know? There's a whole different set of factors you use to form an opinion. I won't be building forts out of blocks with him, so I wanna know if he's reckless while he's trapping rabbits.

David Alexander

-David nods- Ah, see, that makes more sense. I don't know if I'm the best person to be askin' this stuff, kid. Have you tried spending time with him?

fleet summers

-gives David a flat look- No, I thought I'd find out about him solely through osmosis. -sighs, fussing with his sleeves- I just want more of a comprehensive picture, and since you work with him I thought you might have some kind of insight. -purses his mouth for a moment, then tries- ...do you know much about Zack?

David Alexander

-his brow raises, clearly unamused- Alright, alright. For what it's worth, I haven't seen anything bad about your old man. You could have ended up with a lot worse. Believe me. -he huffs a little bit in amusement- Zack.....he's a pain in the ass. Haughty, full of himself, thinks he's a God among men and fucking irritating beyond belief. That is probably someone you should steer clear of.

fleet summers

-bites back a secret, mischievous smile at David's assessment of Zack- Oh, all right, then. But I suppose he's got reason to be haughty, doesn't he? Zack. He's a good hunter or you wouldn't keep him on. -reaches for some raisins, offering them to David and nibbling on them himself- You sound like you know all about being stuck with a terrible dad.

David Alexander

He's a good hunter, yeah, but there's a difference between being a good hunter and a good person. -David takes some of the raisins and pops them into his mouth- I know a thing or two, yeah. Not every dad is deserving of that title.

fleet summers

I don't know about that. Whether you're a good dad or a bad one, you're still a dad. Are you? A dad?

David Alexander

Me? Oh, no, I'm not. Never had the luxury of starting a family. But if I was, I wouldn't be anything like my old man.

fleet summers

How can you know that for sure, though? -stares at David intensely, fixated on this now- That's part of why I want to know more about my dad. I wanna know if anything about me is him, even though he didn't raise me. If there's anything that's nature coming out over nurture. Maybe it would be the same for you, no matter how much you didn't want it to be.

David Alexander

Well, for one, I don't drink. -he shrugs as he takes a breath- Mine was an alcoholic, abusive asshole who blamed his wife and kid for all of his problems. If I ever had a kid, I would never imagine wanting to hit them like he did me.

fleet summers

-mirrors David, taking a breath as well- No, I don't think you would. I'm sorry you had to grow up with that. Does it get under your skin that there's so much drinking in town?

David Alexander

It's okay, kid. It was years ago. Bastard's gone and that's all that matters. -David shook his head- Doesn't bother me. I was in the Army. Drinking is a culture there. People want to drink, I ain't gonna stop them. The only problem I'll take is if someone gets physical when they shouldn't.

fleet summers

That's much more zen than I would've expected. But I suppose leading the hunters you'd have to be? Especially with people like my dad and Zack to be in charge of.

David Alexander

Yeah, gotta be able to counter the hot heads that often come in to be hunters. And have the patience to teach newbies like Jake how to hunt. Getting angry doesn't solve anything. Just makes thing worse.

fleet summers

-nods, pushing the bag of raisins towards David as Roxy trots up with her bone- No doubt. I've taken up enough of your walkies time, girl! -ruffles the dog's ears- And thank you for indulging me, David. I really do want a whole boar, if you guys can swing it. I can kiss my dad and Zack both and I'm willing to shoot for Jake, too, but you I'll bribe with raisins.

David Alexander

-Roxy pants happily as Fleet ruffles her head and David smirks as he shakes his head- Rox, girl, you are spoiled rotten. -he pats Roxy's back as he takes the bag- Any time, Fleet. I'll see what I can do before it gets too cold. -he gives him a mock salute before heading out-

#david && fleet #c: fleet 001

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That song was pretending he was in the back seat just up as a rich boy sleeping he started talking and talking and talking about Dave a little in the dune bug is really nice it rides nice sounds great and then at the end he said I see this guy he's on the dunes it says show me a little imagery show us Elvis and it's my brother and he said oh boy and he said anything about that I said I used to call him Elvis pretzel I thought he died from ketchup and then the guy said oh and then our son said wait a minute mom you devil and he said oh. So they sort of got it and he is actually David Bowie and he said I need to break up the band in order for them to do anything because Tommy f is a monopoly and it's too much he won't let anybody do anything and he's not conpident. And the computer as well as demanding him up there so it's going on now people are starting to get this but it really is amazing how this occurs and it's for the love of life and the people in it and Hera her name is Ziggy and my name is stardust and Ziggy is one of probably came up with it it started laughing and she say yeah I kind of have the idea cuz he's sitting there doing nothing and we went over it and he remembers it now and no it's really nothing in there doesn't have to be she said laughing and laughing and the saying Ziggy played guitar so they're afraid and stuff everybody is. But we are on it meaning that this is going to happen this is a great machine and Dave designed it and made it work and he wants to make a REV track version doesn't want to do a full four wheel one for Sarasota anything she could keep the chassis like at least the size and the guy says it's not bad cuz it's safer and people getting closer they won't get hurt as much if at all and it's still small enough to zoom around in and feel safe and just feel real vulnerable here and these days and the VW work better but it's still kind of small he said it too and then you take it and you make the full size one and there's a whole bunch of vehicles that this works with that are four wheel drive and they're all wheel drive it's a like a fit the Chevy and they made it all wheel drive it's a real dog it doesn't do anything she turned them into dune buggies and there's a modern design and the modern colors but he wants the shiny metallic so when the Sun hits it it's glinting a bit it's the flake and people like it it's really weird but people like the look and they like it coming back we're going to go ahead and try and do this too and all over the place. And he wants to have like dirt tracks and stuff we have dune buddies out there but real ones in the H4 it's kind of fun we're going to go ahead with the stuff right now we have announcements the more lock are getting ready to attack it seems to themselves but there's a line of McDonald's out there and McDonald wants the H4 so you can send her salesperson. He doesn't have any place to go right now but he wants to think about it nearby so he's thinking fisherman's village maybe he doesn't know where the schedule is you might go out there today and he's thinking about it so it might happen the H4 will be made by the Hummer company Humvee company it's not going to be conversion or anything but he likes it it's going to be small smaller than a Jeep a little bit and that's what he's interested in lower profile and really it's going to look like those Baja vehicles and he likes it

Thor Freya

We used to range meetings so we're going to get with his agent and he'll talk to him about a schedule meeting

Frank Castle Hardcastle

I think I'm okay with that cuz he doesn't really do that good with it

Mac

Nope

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He sucks at it but there is with a Volkswagen thing he's in the back seat and he had like this turtleneck and then some sort of casual cigar vest with an overcoat it's light overcoated and I was like what the hell are you doing this nothing and he goes back to sleep as a ghost or something I mean this kind of strange it makes sense though but this is what he said it it's probably the same thing that's going to happen space Odyssey

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The Inevitable End of Year Awards, 2022 Edition

It would be fair to say that 2022 got off to a flatulent yet anaemic start back in Ye Olde January and has since sign-waved between extremes of joyless and joyful like a sherry-addled schizophrenic telling you his life story at a Xmas party that just won’t fucking end, finally ending on a weirdly positive note. So, with that in mind and before the New Year bursts all over us like a faulty condom, let us roll up our sleeves and ferret through the detritus of the year in the hope of finding the purest diamonds and filthiest sludge-nuggets, so we can drape medals about them and call it an awards ceremony. Let’s rock and roll, fuckeroos!

The Feyd-Rautha Award for Having One Job and Not Fucking Doing It… … Goes to Vladimir Putin, who gave himself the job of conquering the Ukraine and, despite having the military resources of an immense, wealthy country, a police state and a fully-subjugated media at his disposal, failed miserably. The war in Ukraine continues with no sign of Russia actually achieving anything. A bit’s been annexed- sort of- but Ukraine remains resolute and it’s highly probably that Russia’s ailing dictator will die before completing the job that he obviously intended to be his legacy. The stupid fucking twat.

The Suspicious Package that’s Actually a Present Award for Nicest Surprise… … Goes to the film Bullet Train, which looked like nothing more than a good laugh from the adverts but turned out to be a legitimately perfect film, utterly flawless in narrative construction and characterisation… that also happened to be a really good laugh. Any film that has Brad Pitt singing the praises of fate and smart toilets while two hit men bicker about Thomas the Tank Engine has got to be worth the price of admission… and maybe a little dance.

The Patrick Stewart Painting a Naked Beethoven Award for Special Services to High Culture… … Goes to another film, The Northman, which dared to ask ‘what if Hamlet and Beowulf were the same person’. It was a beautiful, meditative experience that reflected on the intersection between heroism and madness in pre-modern mythology… that also found time for fart jokes with Willem Dafoe and a big, epic sword-fight in front of an exploding volcano. I swear this is a real movie. I didn’t just neck a load of tramadol and hallucinate it while staring at an ant-farm. Go on, Google it. It’s real!

The Suspiciously Abrupt Bathroom Break Award for Shortest Tenure… Goes to spittle-spraying, plate-faced, xenophobic freak, Liz Truss, who clawed her way to the position of Tory Prime Minister but lasted about as long as a fast-food restaurant called Jimmy’s Shit and Chip Salmonella Palace. She was promptly replaced by a urinary condition in a suit who somehow contrived to be worse than her, despite the fact that that should have been physically impossible.

The Joker Shooting a Chat-Show Host Dead Award for Most Satisfying Moment… … Goes to the Doctor’s regeneration into previous, beloved Doctor Who star David Tennant shortly after the announcement that previous, beloved show-runner Russel T. Davis was being brought back to write and run the show again. The BBC is constitutionally capable of just saying ‘sorry, we fucked up’, but this does read as the closest possible equivalent. After a painfully ill-advised gender-flip, some lore-wrecking bullshit, an episode where the Doctor shilled for an evil mega-corp and a long-winded, multi-episode trudge through the colourful world of queer-baiting, the BBC seems to have finally realised that the last few years were a mistake. Will this lesson stay learned? Probably not. We’re talking about people who keep making the same crime drama every year and just calling it different names. Object permanence is not the Beeb’s strong-suit… but it’s still incredibly, viscerally satisfying to see a blustering, half-witted, incestuous institution forced into a U-turn, however temporary it might later end up being.

The Pluggity McPlugface Award for Best New Work of Fiction… … Goes to Enlightenment for All!, a brand new short story published by left-wing magazine Culture Matters and available to download for free, right now. Taking place across 20,000 years and charting a multi-generational effort to uncover the secret of enlightenment itself, it’s already being hailed as an important work of outsider ‘gypsy futurism’ by a certain internationally-respected poet WHO I AM IN NO WAY ADMITTING BEING RELATED TO. Oh, did I not mention? I’m the author! I wrote it! I am a proper published author, and this one story is set to be followed by a whole book in the New Year! Take a moment to let that sink in: I have a story available through one of Britain’s leading leftist magazines and a book of short stories slated to come out through the same soon. Once again: for all the squalidness of modern society, my life is fucking awesome.

The Garth Meringue Award for Abject Terror… … Goes to Smile, which- like Bullet Train- is a fucking perfect movie… albeit measured by a different metric. In this case, the metric for success is the number of ruined trousers associated with the media artefact’s existence, which has got to be well into the millions by now. This is neither the time nor place for a review, but Smile terrified me in a way that few films every have. Its capacity to induce fear is truly awe-inspiring… as its related capacity to ruin trousers.

The Special Award for Taking the Piss Like a Fucking Sewer System… … Goes to the recent rises in gas and electric prices. The UK’s price rises are among the highest on the European continent, because the people in charge of this country’s energy policies are craven, witless morons who have cheerfully privatised the energy sector while failing to arrange alternate sources of power at the state level. As a result, heating a home is now a slightly more expensive endeavour than just fucking off and starting a new life... ON THE MOON!

The Beige Flake in an Unflavoured Ice-Cream Award for Existing… … Goes to tepid new Marvel telly-show, She-Hulk: Attorney at Law, which has a fucking amazing title and contains one of Marvel Comics’ most beloved female characters… yet arrived to the resounding sound of ‘meh’. I never watched it myself, but I feel comfortable including it in my end of year round-up because, er, neither did anyone else. Why? Well, a combination of dodgy effects, formulaic episodes and one scene in which poor old Bruce Banner gets an ear-bashing from the title character that the fans just weren’t standing for. And that’s it: something that should have been a hilarious, weird odyssey through Marvel’s lesser-known catalogue arrived ended up making almost zero impression on the shape of popular culture. Pity really- but something from Marvel making so little impression is actually, weirdly impressive in itself. If they reverse-engineer the properties that made it so forgettable, they could render them down to a paint and use it disguise fucking military aircraft carriers.

The Salvador Dali Riding a Neon Zebra Through a Sky Made of Pancakes Award for Sheer Fucking Weirdness… … Goes to Everything Everywhere All at Once, a pseudo-comedy about the multiverse, divergent timelines, dildos, pinatas, family drama, rocks with googly eyes and putting everything on a bagel so that it collapses in on itself and becomes a reality-consuming singularity. It’s a great movie with a brilliantly talented actress and comedian in the leading roll. I realise I’ve done a lot of media mentions in this end of year round-up, but I feel like it’s important to praise films like this. If we don’t shine a light on quality, we end up with dreck. Good, original films and telly are rare, especially in a world where everything is a copy of some pre-existing IP, transcribed and adjusted and mutated until its no longer recognisable as itself. We live in a world where Jeff Bezos can buy the right to Lord of the Rings lore just so he can wipe his bald, pointless cock on it and where all of pop culture is dominated by a single, soulless corporation. When smaller creators with original ideas do something great, we should shine a light on it. So I am. Well done this film.

The ‘What, Really?’ Award for Unexpected Good News… … Goes to the news that James Gunn is going to be put in charge of the DC cinematic universe, which is unexpected and good- the two criteria for shockingly underwhelming award.

The Wonderful Fucking Timing Award… … Is the last award of the entry and goes to my car- or former car- which chose the week before Xmas to break down irreparably, leaking oil, petrol and water all at the same time while the engine misfired systematically. I loved that old motor, but its timing was always somewhat on the spectacular side. And so we end our awards ceremony on a personal and profoundly trivial note. So it goes.

And that was 2022. It averaged out to be pretty okay and now its ending to make way for 2023, which promises to be the latest in a long line of years. Until then (and the inevitable New Years Resolutions blog), bye.

#Secret Diary of a Fat Admirer #awards #end of year awards #everything everywhere all at once #Russel T Davies #new book #me

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hullomoon’s 2022 works: part five

it’s the end of the year, which means it’s time for a work round-up! this year i really tipped into being podfic heavy (and more multifandom!). if you haven’t yet, check out my 2019 roundup, 2020 roundup, and 2021 roundup! all works are ordered in chronological posting order.

BtP S4, Party Favour: Fests | Podfic Fandom, Schitt’s Creek | 1:10:00

hullomoon invites N0Connections and HowOldAreWe to talk about participating in fests, and specifically creating works for Schitt's Creek fests.

BtP S4, Party Favour: Long Pod | Podfic Fandom | 1:10:41

hullomoon invites Amanita_Fierce, N0Connections, RattleandHum, and HowOldAreWe to discuss the joys and tribulations of long pods both as creators and listeners.

one perfect blend | Schitt’s Creek | David/Patrick | ~1.8k

When David goes to Herb Ertlinger's Winery for his mother, he isn't prepared for Patrick, the man doing the wine tasting.

my 202nd work

you take the (cheese) cake | Schitt’s Creek | Heather/Shannon | explicit | ~1.4k

Shannon loves to watch Heather work with her hands

whittling away at the self (who am i?) | Schitt’s Creek | Jake/Mutt | ~1.8k

With Jake working on a Pride exhibition piece, Mutt starts thinking about what Pride means to him.

[Podfic] The Seven Husbands of Alexis Rose | Schitt’s Creek | Alexis/Twyla | 1.5-2 hrs

My name is Alexis Rose. But you knew that already, didn't you?

There's no need for shyness. You don't need to pretend that you didn't Google me before you read this article, or that you don't know who I am. I shouldn't misspeak, though: you think you know who I am. You have an idea of who Alexis Rose is.

Maybe you've never seen any of my movies. Maybe you think I'm washed up, someone only your parents care about. Maybe you think I'm irrelevant. Maybe you think I'm a whore.

Oh, don't duck your head. I guarantee you're not the first person to ever let that idea enter your mind, and you won't be the last.

In 2015, Alexis Rose pens a tell-all for Vogue, promising to finally tell the truth about all seven of those infamous husbands and then some...

Podfic of The Seven Husbands of Alexis Rose.

Simply the Vet | Schitt’s Creek | Ted/David | mature | ~6.5k

The new vet across the street catches David's eye

[podfic] Fine | Schitt’s Creek | David/Patrick | explicit | 05:27:27

After an unexpected decision at Rosebud Motel Group, David and Patrick are left to figure things out. Patrick is working tirelessly to keep the store afloat, while David remains stubborn in his vision.

Eventually, they seek help to work on both their marriage and the store, but no man is an island, and neither of them can fix everything on their own. Heavy angst with an eventual happy ending.

[podfic of Fine]

[podfic] what was i like before you? | Schitt’s Creek | David/Patrick | mature | 23:08

David bit his lip, propping himself up on his elbows and adjusting his knees on either side of Patrick’s hips. Cupping the side of Patrick’s face, he drew his thumb over Patrick’s eyebrow. “How’d you get this scar?”

OR:

David learns some surprising information about Patrick's past.

[podfic of what was I like before you?]

sunrise in our eyes | Schitt’s Creek | Stevie/Rachel | 471

Rachel has a little morning treat for Stevie

#hullomoon podfics #hullomoon writes #david rose x patrick brewer #heather warner/shannon #jake/mutt schitt #alexis rose x twyla sands #david rose/ted mullens #stevie budd x rachel #schitts creek #long post

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Halloween 2022 - Day 9 - Hellraiser (2022)

Well, at least Clive Barker is willing to put his name to this one and not claim it came from his arsehole...

Congrats to you, Hellraiser 2022, for tying the record for quickest time in appearing on this blog at only 2 days. I’m jumping way ahead in the franchise here but, at the rate I was going, I wouldn’t have been watching this one until 2026 so I figure I might as well skip ahead for now so I can get in on all the discourse whilst it’s fresh. I think I’m still a little while off where the series truly goes off the rails with Revelations which was the one cobbled together in two weeks so that they didn’t lose the rights. In the meantime I still have Deader and Hellworld to look at, the former staring Kari Wuhrer and the latter taking place in an MMORPG? Well, I’m intrigued about those two at least.

Much like the plans for Ghosbusters III, the idea of a reboot of Hellraiser has existed for quite some time, being passed from pillar to post in terms of directors, writers, producers etc before finally settling in the hands of director David Bruckner who has horror pedigree in The Ritual and The Night House (hey, I see he follows the ‘The’ trend as well!) as well as several contributions to anthology films. Including ‘Amatuer Night’ from the first V/H/S which I remember being okay? Now, give me the director of that cult segment in the 2nd movie and then wer’re talking.

Of course, the big elephant in the room is that Doug Bradley didn’t come back again as Pinhead. I suppose there was some hope he would now that the thing is being taken seriously again and they have Clive Barker involved but due to worries surrounding COVID and what seems to be a bit of reluctance from him to pick up the character again, the role was recast. The guy is nearly 70 years old so I suppose he can probably do without all the long hours and makeup.

That recasting though went to Jamie Clayton who is a trans woman and, whilst I was reluctant to make a big point of this, naturally the angry white men have been out in force voicing their displeasure. I touched upon this last year whilst watching Hellseeker that it seems like a very odd hill to die on given that I doubt most people have ever watched past the 3rd movie at best and critical reception falls off sharply after the first movie so this is hardly some grand and beloved franchise being dragged through the mud.

I’ve only seen second hand reactions where most of the noise seems to come from people dunking on the guys with their “Hollywoods LGBT agenda strikes again!” takes but I never understand this kind of thing. By all means go dunk on someone like JK Rowling, challenge her opinions because she has power and influence. Granted, she’s not going to listen and if anything you’re just going to be amalgamated into a story about her being ‘cancelled’ in the same way that Taylor Swift writes about her exes but what is the point in giving a platform to Dave4170890456 who is telling his 3 followers about how Woke Hollywood has ruined Hellraiser. This guy that’s been doing the rounds today has 98 followers and even a bunch of them he probably gained after his tweet blew up. Why give him the attention he wants?

If anything, I say good on you Hollywood. It’s good to have this level of representation out there, now little girls all over the world can growing up knowing that one day if they work hard enough that maybe one day they too can become a demonic Hell priestess now that Leviathan has abolished his glass ceiling policies.

Speaking of which, and getting to the actual movie at last, Leviathan is back for what must be the first time since 2. It’s part of the wider story where the Lament Configuration is just the first step, with the welder of the cube required to go through several phases before they can claim their prize which is to meet God essentially. I think that’s like one of those later Highlander sequels where they have to kill all the other immortals in order to meet God. So the little puzzle box can end up in all sorts of interesting patterns and you don’t even have to be the one to actually open the thing. Hell, it’s shown that it’s in your best interests not to do it because the thing has a nasty habit of springing a hidden blade out of it which marks you for death. The Cenobites no longer interested in merely who opened the box, just who gets shanked with it. For all these people are screaming BETRAYAL at the casting, why is no one running with this angle of them changing the fundamental aspects of the series?

It does lead to an interesting moment where the group are pretty much forced into needing to mark 2 extra people for dead and they just stab one of the Cenobites. It’s as if the whole movie stops for a second to consider the mechanics of that and whether or not it counts before shrugging it’s shoulders, saying ‘eh, fuck it’ and promptly quatering said Cenobite with chains.

The movie centers around recovering addict Riley whose boyfriend encourages her to join him in a break in on an old workplace of his. There’s an old shipping crate that never got claimed and no one ever bothers to check on so he figures it’ll be full of cool shit they can sell. But the only thing they find in there is the puzzle box. From there, Riley is lead down the rabbit hole of misadventure that inadvertently ends up hurting the people closest to her. Which, coupled with the way the box now requires you to mark others, seems like a very unsympathetic portrayal of drug/alcohol users. I dunno how much tough love they go in for in those recovery programs but this just seems like a very big finger pointed at her saying ‘YOUR FAULT’.

Going back to Jamie Clayton, she doesn’t do a bad job or anything but it feels like she’s barely in the movie which is about par for the course when it comes to Hellraiser movies. But she doesn’t have that same presence that Bradley does, obviously you’re going to have at least some presence when you’re walking around with a hundred needles in your skull but something about his body language and voice especially just made it feel like some serious shit was going down whenever he was around.

I’m not really sure where I stand on the movie as a whole, it’s a perfectly serviceable movie and you can’t make any complaints about the effort that went into it. People actually did work on this thing, people invested money into this which again like Hocus Pocus 2 is a little odd considering it’s been released straight to streaming. But this isn’t some quick cash in to try and profit on the name or keep hold of the licence, all the visuals, effects and sound are top notch. It’s very visceral, just the raw sounds you’ll hear of flesh being torn and mutilated...nasty stuff.

I guess it just feels very formulaic? The way it’s changed to be that you have to inflict the punishment on someone else rather than it being on you makes everything feel like a slasher movie which is how the latter half of the movie plays out. Goes against the whole ethos of the series as well, that hedonism gone wrong aspect of the quest for sights and sounds unimaginable leads to unfathomable pain and horror. Now you could just conceivably go around stab a bunch of homeless dudes and be done with it. Kinda feels like a big comedown as well to this relative normality, as normal as a Hellraiser movie can get at least, when you’re coming off things like Hellraiser in Space or Lynchian nightmares. But hey, this is just the establishing remaking, maybe they’ll go off the deep end from here...

#Halloween 2022 #Hellraiser #Hellraiser 2022

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