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knifekatt · 2 years

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only a god could save you in the end.

Preview: Kirishima is sick, and horribly so. However, he is a big manly man so according to him, he's not sick at all! Sick? What is sick? Is it him doing your mom? He doesn't know! The rest of his class is fairly worried, so he is sentenced to stay home. And Bakugo takes it upon himself to care for him, well, that is, until a truck comes along.

Includes: Sick-fic, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff (but the fluff isn’t really there), major character death, kiribaku/bakushima

Cws: Yelling, swearing, referenced child abuse (mental), depression, slight sh

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Chapter 1: its 1:32 am, hag.

It was the middle of the night when his damn phone rang. How long had he been asleep? It felt like somewhere in between an hour and a few minutes. And as a light sleeper this woke him right up. With that, his eyes burst open as he violently sat up in bed, already squinting in anger. Why would anyone call him at this hour?! Couldn’t he get some rest for FIVE FUCKING SECONDS? He grabbed his phone aggressively and prepared himself to scream at who ever was calling this late as he answered.

"WHO THE HE-"

"KATSUKI! That is not the way you greet you MOTHER!" His mom snarled into the mic, interrupting him.

He was taken aback for a few seconds. He had completely forgot to read the contact that appears on screen in the middle of a call before yelling. Fuck. He felt a short shiver go through him, before he continued, screeching as if there was no fear buried within him.

"Well, maybe don't FUCKING CALL ME AT 1:30 A.M. IN THE MORNING AND I WON'T!" Bakugo retorted, straining his vocal cords as hard as he could. (As if he didn't already do that every day...)

"Oh, please, you big baby! I can't do anything right according to you! And it isn't even 10 p.m. yet, do you really go to bed that early?"

"How the FUCK else am I going to get up every morning and train?!" He rolled his eyes, before clenching his phone hard and realizing his mistake.

Mitsuri didn't pause for even a second.

"Shut your weak ass up, I could do the shit you do on four hours. Can't you just talk to your mother for a few minutes?"

Weak. that stung. He was about to let out a REAL good scream before he heard his dad on the other side of the line.

"What are you two fighting about? Please just try and get along!" His voice was muffled, but that's what Bakugo could make out of it.

"Katsuki is just SUPER worked up about me calling him SO LATE. You know, the usual teen stuff. If I were there right now, he'd be getting the biggest slapping of his life! I mean, he can't speak to his mother like that!"

"DO YOU EVER SHUT UP, HAG?!"

"This is what I'm talking about! What is even wrong with you, Katsuki?!"

"Mitsuri, please-" Masaru tried to interrupt.

"Shut up! Your always defending him, I just wanted to know how his day was, bond with my son more! And this is the treatment I get?! I will NOT stand for this! I'm so done with you and your little attitude, Bakugo Katsuki! Keep it up, I dare you! See what happens! You might find yourself unenrolled from that little high school you love so much, and then what would you be? Nothing! Goodbye, Kat. I hope you have a real fucked up rest." There was a click. Bakugo's phone slowly drifted from his ear, and eventually, his grip loosened so that it dropped next to him in a mass of covers.

That bitch was so dramatic. She had been calling to ask about his day? Yeah right. What a load of shit. His muscles tensed, and he hit his head and pulled out a bit of hair along with it. What a bitch. What a bitch. What a bitch. It seemed to consume him in that moment. Why couldn’t she just leave him alone? Then, there was knocking. He almost didn't hear it over his thoughts. He paused everything he was doing, and took a deep breath as he glanced over to his door and prepared a response.

"What is it?" His voice was a low growl, but if you listened really close, you could hear the stinging echoing throughout his heart. "Oh, well, I heard you screaming. Is something wrong, dude?" It was Kirishima's voice.

"'Course not. What, you think I can't handle it, dumbass? Got into a fight with the hag, that's all. Go back to your room." He wanted to be alone right now. Or well, he thought he did, maybe he could use the company but he couldn’t afford seeming weak.

"Whatever you say, bro." Kirishima’s speech was broken by coughing, but only for a little. "Just know I'm only a room away if you need something."

"Got it, go away!" He said firmly.

"Ok, ok!"

He could hear Kirishima's footsteps as they faded away. He could recognize all his friends footsteps like that, but of course, this time it had been obvious as Kirishima had been the one just speaking anyways. Bakugo threw his phone aside, not even bothering to look where it landed, and he heard a slamming, and he just hoped it didn't break as he rolled over to return back to his sleep. But as he lay there... He couldn't. As much as he tried to relax, no darkness would come. As much as he squinted his eyes closed, he'd blink a few minutes later. He tossed and he turned, but nothing came. His mother’s words just… wouldn’t get out of his head. Angry with himself, he pulled out more strands of his hair and squeezed his fists so that his nails broke his skin. He couldn’t take this being alone right now, he couldn’t take these thoughts. Finally, maybe a few hours later, maybe months, maybe years, he got up, leaving his bed and his hell behind him as he walked out of his lonely room. The door shutting behind his was loud, yet… he needed to hear it.

'I can't believe I'm about to do this dumb shit...' Insults echoed throughout his head as well, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed in himself for this.

There he was. Opening Kirishima's door. He shouldn’t be doing this but he needed to, in his mind. Maybe Kirishima would think that too. He didn't even ask to sleep there, he was too embarrassed, felt too weak. He should've honestly stayed in his own bed and just not slept. But Kirishima didn’t say anything about it. Bakugo couldn’t bring himself to get into bed with his friend, so he laid down right next to it. Bakugo wondered if Kirishima was even awake, he couldn't see Kirishima's eyes in this lighting. But, he could hear Kirishima's almost off breathing. Sometimes it hitched before continuing in a somewhat normal rhythm. Listening to it, Bakugo almost forgot about his hag of a mom, and he had drifted off within seconds.

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 8 months

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The Covenant Of Desire

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/dAKjSyt by Jaistiel No one really knows how The Power came to be. Not even the Book of Damnation recorded its beginning. But those who have it have always been hunted. In the middle of the 17th Century, many escaped the brutal witch-hunting in England and France by coming to America. As the brutal persecution of those with The Power spread throughout Massachusetts, the families of Ipswich formed a Covenant of silence. And for 300 years it has kept them safe. Until now. A Destiel AU adaptation of the movie The Covenant (2006) Words: 26780, Chapters: 11/11, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Crowley (Supernatural), Ash (Supernatural), Garth Fitzgerald IV, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Bela Talbot Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: The Covenant (2006) - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Magic, Magic, Alternate Universe - College/University, coven - Freeform, Witches, Witch Dean Winchester, Witch Crowley (Supernatural), Witch Ash, Witch Benny, john winchester is a terrible father, hes a selfish bastard, Alcoholic Mary Winchester, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Swimmer Dean Winchester, Swimmer Castiel (Supernatural), College, College | University Student Dean Winchester, College | University Student Castiel (Supernatural), beach party, Harry Potter References, but in a joking negative way, Fuck JKR, Police Chase, Flirting, Pining, Mutual Pining, Violence, Blood and Injury, Spiders, unnamed character death off screen, Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, BDSM Undertones, Dean is a dom in the streets but submissive in the sheets, so true of him honestly, hes just like me fr, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, little to no prep, bc some folks dont need it, and others like it without it, rain as lube, i promise that will make sense, Outdoor Sex, Semi-Public Sex, sex in the rain, Fight or Fuck, Fight Tension Turns To Sexual Tension, so they fuck it out, First Kiss, the movie was cheesy so the fic is cheesy too, The Author Regrets Nothing, no beta we die like Dean's morals, POV Alternating, some medical talk, medical machines read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/dAKjSyt

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #(your tags here)

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ao3feeddestiel · 8 months

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The Covenant Of Desire

The Covenant Of Desire https://ift.tt/Bn9Y5UQ by Jaistiel No one really knows how The Power came to be. Not even the Book of Damnation recorded its beginning. But those who have it have always been hunted. In the middle of the 17th Century, many escaped the brutal witch-hunting in England and France by coming to America. As the brutal persecution of those with The Power spread throughout Massachusetts, the families of Ipswich formed a Covenant of silence. And for 300 years it has kept them safe. Until now. A Destiel AU adaptation of the movie The Covenant (2006) Words: 26780, Chapters: 11/11, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Crowley (Supernatural), Ash (Supernatural), Garth Fitzgerald IV, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Bela Talbot Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: The Covenant (2006) - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Magic, Magic, Alternate Universe - College/University, coven - Freeform, Witches, Witch Dean Winchester, Witch Crowley (Supernatural), Witch Ash, Witch Benny, john winchester is a terrible father, hes a selfish bastard, Alcoholic Mary Winchester, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Swimmer Dean Winchester, Swimmer Castiel (Supernatural), College, College | University Student Dean Winchester, College | University Student Castiel (Supernatural), beach party, Harry Potter References, but in a joking negative way, Fuck JKR, Police Chase, Flirting, Pining, Mutual Pining, Violence, Blood and Injury, Spiders, unnamed character death off screen, Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, BDSM Undertones, Dean is a dom in the streets but submissive in the sheets, so true of him honestly, hes just like me fr, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, little to no prep, bc some folks dont need it, and others like it without it, rain as lube, i promise that will make sense, Outdoor Sex, Semi-Public Sex, sex in the rain, Fight or Fuck, Fight Tension Turns To Sexual Tension, so they fuck it out, First Kiss, the movie was cheesy so the fic is cheesy too, The Author Regrets Nothing, no beta we die like Dean's morals, POV Alternating, some medical talk, medical machines via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/lL7ZFht September 10, 2023 at 01:49PM

#IFTTT #The Covenant Of Desire #Jaistiel

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smileposting · 3 years

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s4mweek day 1 - secret

[ao3 link] [it’s got author’s notes!]

“Well,” he says, tilting his head to look up at the flower child like their boxing glove is a sword pointed at his throat. But he knows no matter how hard he tries to make it seem otherwise, there’s nothing noble about the gesture, no pretty and quiet defiance like the kind you’d see in a hero. “I suppose this is it, Flower Child.”

Flower Kid stands over him, haloed in the fluorescent lighting of the office behind them. The hood of their jacket casts such a harsh shadow that Habit can only see their face from the nose down. A trail of blood trickles down from their mouth.

“One more shove and you’ve gotten your way,” he says, ignoring the taste of bile, the bite of glass digging into his palm, the way he can’t clench his jaw properly and can’t even tell himself that it was all worth it in the end anymore. “Perhaps it’s time. A younger me would do the same.” The balcony railing is low. Even if Flower Kid chose to have mercy on him for whatever reason, if he were to stand up and back away now, he’d most likely trip and fall to his doom anyway. The thought is almost comforting; no perpetrators, no victims, just the culmination of one very foolish man’s mistakes. If nothing else, at least he can have this, the knowledge that in the end, everyone got exactly what they deserved.

Flower Kid rolls their eyes - or at least, Habit assumes they roll their eyes, based on the minute curl of their lip and their head turning left for the briefest of moments. They pull their arm back.

He flinches, bowing his head and closing his eyes in one swift motion, and braces himself for the impact of a second hit that never comes.

There’s a pause. And then the dull thud of leather against linoleum. What?

He doesn’t dare to let go of the breath he’s holding, but he does, against his better judgement, crack one eye open. The boxing glove lays discarded on the floor, forgotten as the flower child rummages through their bouquet. “Flower Child…?”

“Enough theatrics,” they sign. They’re remarkably articulate for someone who should either still be waiting for the laughing gas to wear off or should be doubled over in pain from the earlier extraction. “I have something for you.”

And then they turn around. When Boris sees what they have in their arms, the shock of it strikes him so hard he might as well have been punched after all. He lunges for it like a starved animal, seized by a sudden ferocity, and it takes everything in him not to snarl in frustration when Flower Kid holds it just out of his reach.

“First,” they sign. “You promise that you won’t hurt anyone else.”

“There’s no one else left to hurt,” he pleads, arms outstretched plaintively. “Please…?”

A silence follows as Flower Kid seems to contemplate their next move, eyeing Boris like a cat sizing up a pigeon. Then they relent, and Lily is finally back in his arms.

“Where did you get this?” Boris asks after what feels like hours spent on the floor of his office, running his hands over thick, waxy petals, of reveling in the feeling of the flowerpot in his hands, in its cool terracotta. He knows the answer, but something in him demands some confirmation.

Flower Kid shrugs. “Grew it myself.”

Silence. A tacit understanding. They sit down on the floor across from him.

“You know everything about me, then,” says Boris. It isn’t a question.

“Not everything. Just what was important to know.”

“Right,” he snorts. “That I’m a sad, selfish little man-baby who takes it out on everyone else. Very important.”

“Right now, yeah,” they concede, earning them the stink eye of the century from Boris despite the honesty. “But you don’t have to be one forever.” Their movements slow down, and it suddenly strikes him that they’re scrambling for the right words just as much as he is. “I know this doesn’t feel like that great of an ending, but... maybe that just means it isn’t an ending at all. For you, anyway.”

Boris blinks. “And for you?”

Flower Kid takes a moment to look around the office. The lighting’s grown dimmer, flickering on occasion. “Yeah. I think I’m done here.” And then they stand up as though they had never been on the ground at all, heading towards the doorway.

“Wait.”

They pause, turning back to look at him quizzically.

Suddenly, Boris’ mouth is dry. Idiot, a little voice tells him. You whine and beg for people to stay and when they do, you can’t even be bothered to give them a reason?

“If it’s not too much trouble,” he says, cringing at how stilted his words are. “Maybe you could… listen to what I have to say?”

“...Yeah. I can do that.”

Oh, goodness. Okay. Now he really has to think of something good. “I…” he pauses to swallow before starting again. How do they do this in movies? “I thought I had destroyed all those seeds. Squashed them flat and buried them deep, deep where they wouldn’t resurface. I used to be a naive flower child like you-”

Somehow, Boris gets the distinct impression that Flower Kid raises an eyebrow at that. He elects to ignore it and continue.

“ - But I gave up believing that everyone could be saved. I learned that you gotta break a few eggs to make a happiness omelette. Or, teeth-”

Wait.

Oh, wait.

“Teeth!” Boris hisses, scrambling to his feet. “Flower Kid, your teeth - oh, how did it - how did I-?!”

The closer Boris gets, the further Flower Kid backs away, pulling the hem of their hoodie up over the visible parts of their face. “It’s not that big a deal,” they sign hurriedly. “I’ll be fine.”

“You’ll be fine!” Boris exclaims in what should have been a booming voice, but came out as more of a faint scream. “You’ll be fine?! I tore out your teeth - I didn’t use anaesthetic.” His breath is coming out in short, labored huffs as he begins to pace about the office, bringing a hand to his mouth as though it’ll do anything to stop the ensuing tidal wave of anxiety. “Oh, God. Oh, my God-”

A hand reaches out to grip his shoulder, urging Boris to look Flower Kid directly in the face. As much as the two of them can manage, anyway - now that they’re both standing up, Flower Kid has to crane their neck a little to look up at him, face full of steely, stone-faced determination. Then they open their mouth, revealing a full, if not bloodied, set of teeth.

Boris’ jaw hangs open in kind, unsure if he should scream or sigh in relief or ask how any of this is happening right now. “No,” is what he finally settles on.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I mean,” he sputters. “That this should not be happening! You should be writhing on the floor in pain! And have at least twelve less teeth than you do right now!”

“Are you… angry, that isn’t the case?”

“Yes! I mean, no - I don’t know,” he says, throwing his free hand up before it comes to rest on his temple, the other still holding Lily protectively against his stomach. “...People don’t just… grow teeth back, Flower Kid. If they did, we would not be here right now.”

“Debatable,” they sign. “Anyway, I’ve never had the best relationship with things like physics. Or lasting damage. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re going to kill me,” Habit groans. “Instead of punching me off the balcony you’ve decided to mess with my head so much it will kill me. Is that it?”

“Hardly. Besides, you’ve seen weirder. You’ve done weirder.”

Boris opens his mouth to protest before closing it again, lips pressed together into a thin line. “Touché.”

“There we go. Think of it like this: I keep my mouth shut about the part where you performed impromptu dental surgery on me, and in return you discover why I throw myself down stairwells all the time.”

Boris blinks, his grip on the flowerpot tightening. “I… I don’t-”

“I get it, you wanna do the right thing,” Flower Kid assures him. “But believe me when I say that it’s way harder to do that from jail, and I don’t think five to ten years in relative isolation from the outside world would do your mental health any favors.”

“That’s-”

“You’ll probably still get charged with medical fraud, though. Nothing I can really do there. Sorry.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about!” Boris finally manages to get a word in, much to Flower Kid’s apparent surprise. “Flower Kid, I hurt you. Badly. You were bleeding... You really didn’t feel any of it?”

They study Boris for a moment before responding. “Sure, I did. Why do you think I punched you?” When Boris doesn’t laugh, they sheepishly add, “It only hurts for a couple seconds. I’m used to it.”

“You’re still hurting yourself,” Boris says quietly. “Flower Kid, that’s no way to live.”

“Look who’s talking,” they retort, and immediately wince. “Sorry. I’m supposed to be helping you.”

“No, no, you… have a point,” Boris sighs. “You’ve done enough, anyway. I think it’s time for you to go.”

Flower Kid frowns. “What about you?”

Boris looks around the office with a small grimace, “I have a few things to clean up, first. But I’ll follow when I’m done.”

They tilt their head and nod - not totally satisfied, but it will have to do for now. “Take care of Lily.”

“I will,” says Boris, managing a half smile despite his exhaustion. “Take care of yourself, too, Flower Child.”

They hold up their hand as they walk away, snapping their fingers and thumb together a few times as they do to mimic someone talking. Yeah, yeah, it says. No promises.

Boris wants to - needs to - say something before they leave. He needs to tell them how much good they’ve done; how much good they’ll continue to do; what a fool he is.

But before he knows it, they’re gone.

#my writing #sfmweek2021 #boris habit #flower kid #spoilers #dental trauma #physical assault #nothing on-screen but its referenced throughout the fic

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echoes-of-realities · 4 years

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love taught me to lie (and life taught me to die) - 2/3

[ao3] || [From the beginning]

Summary: Catra doesn’t know what compels her to follow Glimmer.

She’s curious, she reasons. Glimmer didn’t fuck everything up nearly as much as Catra did—opening a portal that almost tore the fabric of reality apart is pretty hard to top—but she did make a nearly unforgivable mistake in almost firing the heart and destroying Etheria. Glimmer was alone when she found Catra and Hordak in the rubble of the Fright Zone. It was just Glimmer and her regret and her mistakes, and yet she still tried to fix things even though they seemed broken and damaged beyond repair.

And, a tiny part of her whispers, if there’s hope for Glimmer to make amends for what she’s done, for the mistakes she’s made, then maybe—

Catra’s tail bushes out as she digs her claws into her palms to stop that thought in its tracks. If there’s anything she’s learned throughout her life, it’s that hope is dangerous, and if there’s anything she’s learned in the few minutes she’s been aboard Horde Prime’s ship, it’s that hope will kill her up here.

Or: Part 2 of a Catra character study.

Notes: So I’ve decided to make this into a 3 chapter fic and split the chapter covering season 5 into two parts because it's already 10k long and not even half done yet, so!

This chapter (and the next one) was really fun to write, but also really challenging, especially to try and strike the right balance between Catra’s existential dread/crisis and her suicidal ideation after s4 with her desire to survive and be redeemed (even though she thinks she’s not worth saving at the end of 5x03), so I hope I managed to at least somehow get that to come across here.

Also Catra and Glimmer’s tentative friendship on Horde Prime’s ship is so fascinating to me because they are surprisingly similar characters with surprisingly similar abandonment issues—and they really do demonstrate that people are truly a product of their environments. The scenes of young Catra being jealous of Adora spending time with Lonnie echoes so perfectly with Bow and Glimmer during the Princess Prom ep and it’s just *chef’s kiss*

But the way they both deal with those abandonment issues contrasts so perfectly because Catra literally has never seen one (1) single healthy coping mechanism in the Horde, while Glimmer was raised knowing her mother loved her unconditionally (despite the times they butt heads like all teenagers do). And because I’m so fascinated by their forming bond and Glimmer mentions that Catra “keeps coming back” to talk with Glimmer, I’m just gonna pretend they had more talks than shown on screen.

Tw for implied/referenced past child abuse, implied/referenced torture, and suicidal ideation. Nothing is graphic, but it is definitely mentioned/discussed a lot.

#catradora #catra #adora #catradora fanfiction #spop #she ra #spop fanfiction #story: love taught me to lie (and life taught me to die)#so I have some Thoughts #about catra and glimmer having lichtenberg scars from shadow weaver’s lightning #and because I'm the Author I can put that in lmao #my writing

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traincat · 7 years

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Hi! I've seen people ask about your opinion on the Fantastic Four movies before, but I was wondering about your thoughts on the various Spider-man films we've gotten throughout the years and the actors who played him (I really liked Tom Holland in Civil War and I'm looking forward to Homecoming a lot!) Thanks for taking the time!

Haha every time I talk about Spider-Man and Fantastic Four movies I really do feel like it’s the Unpopular Opinions Hour because my favorite superhero movies are Fant4stic and TASM2.

It’s been approximately one million years since I saw the Raimi movies as a baby Spider-Man fan so I can’t exactly say a ton but I remember… not liking them. Raimi Peter is just such a schlemazel that there’s really nothing appealing to me about him. I love underdog Peter as much as the next person but yeesh. I do love their JJJ. I really should rewatch them, though, so maybe my opinions will have changed. (Probably not.) (The dance scene in Spider-Man 3 really is art though.) (Who is going to get drunk and watch every Spider-Man movie with me.)

I just remembered that John Jameson was played by a guy who later went on to be one of the Originals in Vampire Diaries and cracked up. ‘Cause, you know, John’s a werewolf sometimes in 616.

The Amazing Spider-Man movies I loooooove, though. TASM2 is probably the movie I watch most when I’m just feeling down. Andrew Garfield was such a good Peter Parker in my opinion, and he has both the good eyebrows and the good Spider-Man opinions. (He said he played Peter as Jewish and he wanted Peter to be bi and also to kiss MBJ but that’s neither here nor there cough the otp cough.) As somebody who lives right outside NYC, New York has a feel to it that I think TASM really gets. The Parker home feels very real to me, and I love May and Peter’s dynamic and Ben and Peter’s dynamic and that he loves them, but he’s angry, too, and feels abandoned, and that he and May both know the other lies to them. And I love that it lets Peter have an edge. For me Peter’s kindness and compassion are much more interesting when contrasted against his anger and deep sadness – if he’s sweetness and light all the time it strikes me as hollow. Going to get Way Too Personal for a sec but that kind of economic and social shift that young (look at Richard&Mary’s house in the beginning vs Ben&May’s) really does a number on you and I recognize a lot of it in TASM Peter. Anyway, the fast-talking, also really good, moving along here.

And like! There’s so much stuff in the background of these movies! I kind of don’t know where to begin because I just have so many Thoughts – that beautiful apartment the Stacy family has, like, where is that money coming from? Presumably from her mother? A police chief isn’t affording that place. Asking Peter where his suit for dinner is? WHAT WORLD DO THE TASM STACYS LIVE IN. It’s so weird. It’s great. I love it, I love the differences between Peter and Gwen represented by their environments and their almost magnetic attraction to each other. And like! Flash and Peter in the first movie – the hallway confrontation, Flash’s “It feels better, right?” when Peter pins him up against the lockers, referencing Flash’s abusive home life. Why did they have to cut Flash’s one TASM2 scene. You will never convince me that the brunette girl with glasses in the first TASM movie isn’t TASM Jessica Jones.

I REALLY like the decision to skip Norman as the Green Goblin altogether and go straight to Harry, and I think Dane DeHaan’s Harry was amazing. I never thought I would kind of ship Electro/Harry Osborn but here we are. Okay this is just. Getting really long. I love TASM. I love its Peter. I cry like, every time at the car scene when he takes the mask off while saving the little boy and also at all the swinging. I love how lonely a series it is. I’m realizing this is why my really long TASM2/Fant4stic JohnnyPeter fic is Just So Long, it’s all of these feelings. (It’s actually because I have to keep switching povs because from Johnny’s pov I can’t convey Peter’s deep grief properly and from Peter’s pov I can’t find an elegant way to mention that Johnny and Victor made out once and it was a bad time.)

Stuff I didn’t like:

taking Dr. Ashley Kafka, who in 616 is a woman in the psychiatric field who is professional and compassionate, and ending up where TASM ended up with THEIR Dr. Kafka, a sadistic male scientist with a German accent. Why.

SO MUCH RICHARD PARKER HONESTLY WHO CARES ABOUT RICHARD PARKER

but it’s fine because we could’ve either gone the clone place or the android parents place with that alternative ending and I would sat there stuffing popcorn into my face being like “wow give it every oscar”

But really they should’ve cut every scene with an airplane in it in TASM2 and kept the one where Flash and Peter hug and Flash says he loves him instead

We’re never getting TASM3 and I will never get to roll around in all the cash I would’ve won betting on them doing the Ultimate Spider-Man Venom plotline

I really liked Tom Holland in Homecoming edit I meant Civil War in my defense this is a lot of names. I thought they did a great job with the introduction – my entire theater burst into THUNDEROUS applause as soon as QUEENS flashed on the screen, and they established his power set really well. (Stop Underpowering Peter Parker 2017.) The trailer for Homecoming looks good! I’m excited! I totally called the Vulture AND the Shocker villains so if they crash prom Marvel owes me money for stalking my twitter.

I have like. Two complaints.

Why Is Ned Leeds Ganke, like, okay, Ned Leeds in his original incarnation is Peter Parker’s romantic rival for Betty Brant and, later, his coworker and friend. (He was also a supervillain. It’s a long story!) Ganke Lee is Miles Morales’ best friend and confidant in all things Spider-Man. MCU Ned Leeds looks incredibly similar to Ganke, and Ganke loves legos – we see Ned playing with legos in the trailer. I’m really (eyebrows raised) about the MCU so blatantly taking a major Miles Morales character and grafting him onto a Peter Parker minor character. If you wanted to make a Miles Morales movie, MCU, you should’ve made a Miles Morales movie. (Before anyone says yes I know there’s going to be an animated Miles Morales movie.)

I’m ehhhhh about the amount of Tony Stark in the trailer and the role he was presented in. I know trailers lie, and I was … mostly fine with Tony giving Peter the suit in Civil War, but one of the things I like about Peter Parker is that he’s an inventor, and he’s mostly street level, and he’s kind of a weird loner solo player. So. I don’t know. I’m going to see the movie and form my opinions I guess! Trailers are just trailers! Let Peter Parker make his own stuff before we go all Iron Spider.

I’m also worried it will be Too Fun because what’s a Spider-Man story without creeping, crushing sadness. And I literally just said I hate fun. Rest assured if I was capable of being sorry for being this way I would be.

Anyway I am the opposite of the entire internet and I wish we had like, five different Spider-Man movie series running at all times so we could really get deep into Spidey mythos and explore a whole host of things. There’s no such thing as too many Spider-Man movies! There could be ten a month and my dumb self would be in the theater every opening night stuffing popcorn into my face and whispering “gosh I just love Spider-Man.”

PS the night I went to see The Amazing Spider-Man 2 I went to my local theater where it’s almost always just me and a handful of other people and there was this trio of old people up in the front row having a loud and passionate argument about PeterGwen vs PeterMJ and it was the best real life ship war I’ve ever witnessed.

#traincat talks comics #the spider-man movie edition

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The Covenant Of Desire

The Covenant Of Desire https://ift.tt/eft5xpD by Jaistiel No one really knows how The Power came to be. Not even the Book of Damnation recorded its beginning. But those who have it have always been hunted. In the middle of the 17th Century, many escaped the brutal witch-hunting in England and France by coming to America. As the brutal persecution of those with The Power spread throughout Massachusetts, the families of Ipswich formed a Covenant of silence. And for 300 years it has kept them safe. Until now. A Destiel AU adaptation of the movie The Covenant (2006) Words: 26780, Chapters: 11/11, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Crowley (Supernatural), Ash (Supernatural), Garth Fitzgerald IV, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Bela Talbot Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: The Covenant (2006) - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Magic, Magic, Alternate Universe - College/University, coven - Freeform, Witches, Witch Dean Winchester, Witch Crowley (Supernatural), Witch Ash, Witch Benny, john winchester is a terrible father, hes a selfish bastard, Alcoholic Mary Winchester, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Swimmer Dean Winchester, Swimmer Castiel (Supernatural), College, College | University Student Dean Winchester, College | University Student Castiel (Supernatural), beach party, Harry Potter References, but in a joking negative way, Fuck JKR, Police Chase, Flirting, Pining, Mutual Pining, Violence, Blood and Injury, Spiders, unnamed character death off screen, Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, BDSM Undertones, Dean is a dom in the streets but submissive in the sheets, so true of him honestly, hes just like me fr, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, little to no prep, bc some folks dont need it, and others like it without it, rain as lube, i promise that will make sense, Outdoor Sex, Semi-Public Sex, sex in the rain, Fight or Fuck, Fight Tension Turns To Sexual Tension, so they fuck it out, First Kiss, the movie was cheesy so the fic is cheesy too, The Author Regrets Nothing, no beta we die like Dean's morals, POV Alternating, some medical talk, medical machines via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/VIgJS3K September 10, 2023 at 01:49PM

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