#this character is a dreadfully messed up dude

[kwistowee]

JENSEN ACKLES as SOLDIER BOY THE BOYS (2022)

#jensenedit #jensen ackles #the boys #soldier boy #the boys amazon #soldierboyedit #amazonedit #userthing #usersource #tvseriessource #dailytvsource #cinemapix #dilfsource #my*gifs #i adore this man #exquisitely handsome #congratulations on your face #this character is a dreadfully messed up dude #but he's still so beautiful #built like a brick wall #broad shoulders #his arms are a gift #as are his lats

[huntingingoodwill]

i loved reading your response so much, that was a lot of fun indeed! and don't worry, rpat anon works fine for me! (i went through a horrible rpat phase 2 years ago so he is like an ex lover to me) i love it, it's so silly, so thank you! i also love the idea that we're gossiping on those telephones with the loopy cords, it makes it feel like a sleepover. now that we got primadonna #1 out of the way...lets talk robert fischer!

i totally agree with you that he smells like clean linen. i just feel like he smells so expensive. like a nice cologne, but very lightly. like you'd have to be very close to him to detect that smell. i also imagine him with like a very happy and cheerful s.o. just because he needs that sprinkle of joy in his life. like being with him would include a lot of teasing, messing up his hair, giving him kisses with red lipstick so he has a hard time scrubbing it off (he does this with a small fond smile while rolling his eyes), but most importantly, i like the idea that his wife is his secretary so when she hands him paperwork she'll put a sticky note on top of the stack with a little note like "smile, robbie! day's almost over, ily <3" and he when he looks up at her from the note, he blows her a small kiss to show that he's grateful for having her in his life. he's a bit of a sad boy yes, but she always makes him feel better. maybe on bad days he rests his head on her lap and naps the day away, but she lets him all because she gets to play with his hair, and him being affectionate is something wifey eats up. pls indulge and literally just gush about robert fischer with me because he is just so adorable to me, like i want to care for this man for the rest of my life, and if you don't feel that way about him....good luck, charlie.

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🧸 send me hcs for 300. cmon lads. 🧸

anon thank you so much for the hcs. and your ideas!! dreadfully perfect every time- you're gonna put me out of a job soon

i get the rpat hype. those photos of him dancing with that cow?? obsessed. and he's such a strange little liar i adore it.

okay now back to the only robert that matters: robert fischer

okay hear me out: rob fischer x his personal shopper?? is it a vibe?? food for thought.

rob always smells fresh, and it's a light, expensive cologne. don't think he'd be into the heavier musky stuff and he wouldn't lay it on. just nice and clean. i think he puts some sort of effort/pride into his appearance, definitely. he doesn't have a lot of spare time to go shopping (hence... him x personal shopper??) but i feel like he'd definitely enjoy picking out clothes in the morning, putting together a sharp outfit. vibes. would definitely choose the ties/cufflinks that darling buys for him/says he looks good in more often than not. looking at them makes him smile :,))

yes a lot of purposely bumping into him in the office, ruffling his hair and then smoothing it back down for him before his meetings, lip tint on his cheeks and collar that he complains about but totally loves. yoinking his tie/snapping his suspenders to make fun of him is a definite occurrence. you're right about him having a cheery s.o., other cmcu characters would like that quality but in a more withdrawn way, but i think rob especially would love the sunshine

that post it-note thing is so so cute. think of the office interactions: helping s.o. carry files, making each other coffee, walking out with each other at the end of the day holding hands!! stealing a moment to lean over his chair to put their arms around him and their chin on his head as he works, a kiss on the cheek to boost morale. cheesy.

he's a vulnerable dude. i think out of the characters we discuss he's the one who shows it the most, not big on pda but he loves a good bit of affection, it's just comforting. on tough days he just comes home, takes off his jacket and collapses on the couch, head in darling's lap. he might even do it on the couch in his office, just curl up and relax during lunchtime. he loves a good catnap, and s.o. loves to run their hands through his hair, along his cheek, look at how peaceful he is. s.o. hates to wake him and he alw looks up at them kind of shyly when he wakes up but he can't help but smile

#love this dude. i want his love and his bank account info. #robert fischer headcanons #robert fischer headcanon #robert fischer #cillian murphy #cillian murphy headcanons #asks #rpat anon

[wingsporkhalo]

He’s Mine: A BakuDeku Fic Spork- Chapter 2

Here I am with chapter 2 of this mess!! For those of you who are new, I read a terrible My Hero Academia fanfiction and made funny commentary on it with some good buddies. Chapter 1 is here! https://wingsporkhalo.tumblr.com/post/190957730961/hes-mine-a-bakudeku-fic-spork-chapter-1

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Last time, the story started in the middle of an inexplicable fight, Izuku gave Shoto his phone number and had multiple houses, and Katsuki told Izuku he doesn’t want Izuku to call anyone by their first name but him! Because being controlling is romantic, right?? (Sarcasm.)

In today’s chapter, Katsuki attempts to confess his “love,” Izuku is forced to dress as a girl, Shoto kidnaps Izuku, I rant about people uke-fying my favorite characters, and Kirishima offers some terrible advice!

Special thanks to my dear friends @the-wizard-l​, @kittykatz009​, @satsuneade​, and Phos for co-commentating!

Without further ado, let’s move ahead to Chapter 2!

My friend Phos: It’s reviewing the same stuff!!! What?? Me: but Phos!! This time it's in a different Point of View, though you'd never know that from the lack of detail!!

Um what am I doing here .

[sigh] I ask myself that every day, sonny

Why dose? Uh, because it keeps you from taking too much medication?

Why dose my chest feel weird when I see deku with half'n'half.

Uhhh... maybe you know he's lactose intolerant and you're concerned for him as a friend? ....naaahhh

Phos: “Damed nerd” Me: I mean, from what i know of Bakugou's character, he always instantly regrets talking to Izuku Why would he be stuttering in his own head??! Also, what the fuck is damhed? Is it like being a shithead, but less profane?? Disided. Uhhhh... I guess that's when... something has two sides? I guess??

After I payed for the thing I wanted,

God this detail!! I'm so moved!!

Why was Izuku just running around? Was he late? I thought you were 10 minutes early?

I catched up to him

Sure. With your umbrella? Were you using it to travel like fucking Mary Poppins??

“Ahh” he said falling on the wet ground

I love how unemotional that is.

"DEKU HEAR" --the sound of me being completely out of character? Oh yes. I hear it

Wh--? What bottom of his uniform was he grabbing? I??? I hope you mean like the edge of the blazer?? My friend Jaz: Bottom of his shoes Phos: Bottom of the uniform might mean bottom of the pant leg— Oh Me: I mean, valid interpretations all of them, but it really sounds like he's grabbing ass if you just say "the bottom of his uniform" because that's... where the bottom is... moving on.

I don't get it. Has Bakugou supposedly found Izuku's stare cute this whole time, or is this a recent thing? It's so outside the realm of possibility that it's not computing

We walked to school together.

Oh my, how exciting! I wondered what was going to happen next!! And you told it so efficiently, with as few words as possible! Bravo!!

So like, WERE you getting closer or did it just FEEL like you were?

I feel like if their faces ever touched, reality would just collapse in on itself because the laws of nature would be violated

(either that or it would have to be a "one of them literally fell from a great distance onto the other one" situation)

(Which I guess isn't too far fetched since they get thrown around a lot)

Again the damh nerd is here.

Did I say something wrong?

SINCE WHEN HAVE YOU EVER CARED???

Ohhhhkay I'm just. So confused. WHY is Bakugou suddenly aware of his "feelings," WHY is he suddenly so much nicer, and WHY is he just deciding all of a sudden to confess his love?? That's the kind of thing you WRESTLE with, if you accidentally fall in love with the dude you've hated for like 11 of your 15 years of life!! My friend Wiz, evidently affected by the reality-warping powers of this fic: jhwbebhjfewjhbwfjh

Uh why did he have to come at a time like this.

B... because the bell is going to ring?...

Wow, I wish I could communicate entire sentences with just my face. Seems like a useful talent. Maybe that guy in class 1-B with the speech bubble for a head would be best at that

"Kacchan here" Why yes, he is here. Not sure why the sudden caveman-speak, though

Then half'n'half went of with my deku

[sits there staring at nothing for 5 seconds] [shakes self] Sorry I was just reeling at the sheer ridiculousness of everything about that sentence

I felt kind of bad leaving kacchan behind.

Then it just transitions to the next scene because fuck internal monologue I guess Jaz: When did he become Your Deku? Me: THEIR TEACHER NEVER SHOWED UP??? BITCH WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO AIZAWA??? Also, wouldn't it naturally fall to Iida to take over and decide their next course of action, as class rep? Why are the girls all hijacking the class??? Jaz: They hogtied Iida, of course Me: They're putting their names on a stick... oh god... tHEY'RE ORGANIZING A DEATH TOURNAMENT "Deku come with me" "I'd love to but that's not the pairing of this fic" Jaz: Dhdududidifhf

I love how Izuku has no agency in this fic; he just goes with whoever and does whatever, helpless against the whims of those around him. And by love, I mean hate. I fucking hate that.

Uh *sigh*

Wow that's a mood. Jaz: Wtf is even going on Me: lskjdlkksjdf Not that Izuku wouldn't dress up as a girl if someone told him to, but I think he'd usually at least like a reason for it "Izuku the All Might Cheer Squad is missing a member; could you sub in?" "[throws everything off his desk and stands up at once] I've been waiting for this moment" My friend Satsu, just arriving: Finally caught up and I'm CACKLING Me: Somebody get Ochaco to Recovery Girl!! She's taken a blow to the face and there is BLEEDING aH THANK U SATSU <3 Satsu: HI MOM, ((note: my server calls me Mom. LOL)) lol this is so bad 😂 😂 Wiz: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING HERE JHBDJBH Me: Honestly, I think Izuku would be dreadfully embarrassed if everyone stared at him no matter WHAT he was wearing Satsu: Yeah but like, why uraraka suddenly dressed him like that??? What is the thinking process that that would be okay in the school omg Me: “Why would you do this to me uraraka-san“ Wiz: I’m crying Me: "Look, it was in my contract that I had to appear in 50 badfics a week. I'm sorry, Deku" "[hangs his head] No that's fair"

Satsu, didn't you know?? This is just what happens when the teacher doesn't show up Satsu: Aw damn, if I knew ;-;

Wiz: I am. So confused wjhbfe Satsu: They all ran of Me: he stoped, but I can't.

Then I ran of

It was a run of girlishness and embarrassment, I'm guessing. Did they all say the slashes, or? Jaz: Did Todoroki just kidnap Deku? Wiz: These things happen Satsu: Oh dear, the last sentence My eyes Me:

Izuku ran of

--Shame and frilliness--

Mabey we went to far

"Sorry, I can't go with you this weekend. Mah bae and I are going to far." "To where?" "Far. It's this restaurant across town" Wiz: jhwbewehbj Me: What the--why was Izuku running for his life? WHAT DID HE DO Shoto: [pushes Izuku] Izuku: thank you! Shoto: uh... s-sure... should I be concerned that you just thanked me for shoving you Izuku: Probably! Wiz: MOOD Satsu: Kdbdkdbfkjf Me: What the--why's Shoto rubbing Izuku's head? Is it a good luck ritual or has Izuku turned into a puppy? Wait, no, he still has hands. I'M CONFUSED Phos: I still don’t understand the dress and wig.Well, girls uniform. Satsu: You’re not alone with that lol Me: Look, sometimes ya see an adorable messy-haired befreckled shonen protagonist and ur just overwhelmed with the desire to see him in drag....... I guess? Phos: I mean Yeah that sounds exactly like what this fic is doing Me: It sounds to me like they wanted to write moments where Shoto and Katsuki would get to interact with Izuku while he's a delicate, soft little maiden [rolls eyes] Wiz: :’)) Me: STOP UKE-FYING MY IZUKU, YOU FETISHIST Satsu: They always do that to my dear main characters :( Me: Me pulling these badfic authors up by their collar: listen here you yaoi sluts... my son Izuku is more manly than 90 other shonen protagonists put together... Jaz: Omggggg WING Phos: "yaoi sluts" I will never have a chance to use that and man I’m upset about that Satsu: Heck yeah! Me: LSJKFLKSDJ PHOS Satsu: MOOD Phos: I’m not in a lot of fandoms where yaoi is the norm in badfic! Me: Really? It kind of seems like it's the norm in every fandom nowadays. Look I love a lot of slash pairings, but yaoi I have a problem with. Yaoi is fetishization, yaoi is semes and ukes and one of them has to be "the girl" essentially and it's gross Phos: Agreed! Me: ANYWHO [steps off my soapbox] Wiz, a bit behind on the messages: YAOI SLUTS JHBFJHF

No body saw him, but several pairs of eyes did. Three of them were Shoji's. Wiz: Wing I love you Me:

Something told me he went out side

Was the something lazy writing? I LOVE U TOO WIZ <3 <3 <3 Satsu: It's cracking me uo that it says "Bakago P. O. V" Me: Does... does this person honestly think that's how you spell "damn"? I... wh? The kinds of mistakes this person is making are not really things I see from people who speak English as a second language--tenses are more or less usually correct, etc--so I'm just. How. How do you get it wrong that many times

"Ahh" I heard someone screaming

Really? Cuz when you write it like that it looks more like what you'd say while sinking into a hot bath after a long day. Satsu: Wait, didn't Todoroki kidnap him? Where did he go? Phos: He’s been consumed by the love triangle void Satsu: He just vanished lol Me: Yeah he was like "finally, my Love Interest™️ is in drag, so I must make the most of this and Romance him" and fucked the hell off dragging poor Izuku with him Satsu: LMAO PHOS Me: SLAKFJDLKJ PHOS Phos: bows Thank you Me:

It was Deku being chased by boys

The Izuku Midoriya tag on pixiv, basically

I picked up deku and put him over my shoulder.

This is the second BakuDeku fic I've seen where Bakugou throws Izuku over his shoulder like a goddamn bag of potatoes and it's portrayed as Romantic. Wiz: w h y Satsu: I'm still wondering, is this supposed to be BakuDeku or TodoDeku? Or both????? Phos: Both, I think Me: I think it’s both, yeah Satsu: Aw, dang. My poor baby. :( Phos: I’d bet real money this doesn’t end properly, like it’s not finished Me: yeah the story is technically called "he's Mine! (tododeku kacdeku) (boku no hero academia)" Satsu: Kfbdkfjf jf Wiz: Oh joy Me: which, like, first off, who the FUCK calls it Kacdeku? I'm pretty sure I heard my cat say that while throwing up once Wiz: gfthghuji Phos: Adobe (That was a corrected keysmash) Satsu: I was about to say about kacdeku veing a very weird ship name lol Ah fuck, I always end up changing one letter or eating a whole word Me: "ADOBE" IS THE BEST KEYSMASH LSKJDKFSL mkay SO I don't think Bakugou would literally kill those boys, but he would definitely threaten it Also, how is Izuku supposed to get changed? Did he bring his other clothes with him??

Phos: BOLD ITALIC AUTHORS NOTE Wiz: jhbjhbjhk Me: I... guess he had his uniform? ALSO YES, ONE OF MY FAVORITES, DEFS A SQUARE ON MY BADFIC BINGO Phos:

Or ... fuck him

Wow I hate this Me: I do not remember Bakugou ever looking like a lost cat, nor do I think a lost cat is a very good descriptor because cats just kinda hide or come up to people and yell when they're lost. ...Actually that second one does describe Bakugou; never mind. Katsukitty "ALL THEM BOYS" SHEEEEE-OOOT! IZUKU DONE GOT HIMSELF A HUMDINGER OF A SOUTHERN ACCENT, NOW, AHYUH-HYUH!!! I walked on a head? Wow, that takes talent. Most people use their feet but I guess if you wanna be Extra

I all ways want to force him

I mean, there are a lot of ways; do you really have to want all of them?

to force him agents a wall

Whoa, what? Where did these agents come from?? Are they investigating Todoroki's sudden disappearance?? Satsu: In which universe Bakugo is nicer with Deku more than with Kirishima Me:

and kiss him passionately

jfc. I just... hhhh. No.

Or... fuck him

Yeah that's about right. Katsuki: [thinks of Deku] well, fuck him :\ Satsu: LMAO LFBFKFHFKFB Phos: Scbsbsfddb Me: Also, Satsu, you summoned my favorite rocky cinnamon roll

Satsu: Also I don't remember what part of season 3 are you refering to dear author lol JUST, PLEASE STOP WITH THE DAMH ALREADY Phos: What even is that page.... Me: So I guess I should be surprised that Kirishima is just suddenly here, but considering he seems to follow Bakugou everywhere, I'm not.

"I've seen you with midoria and I thought I could help"

What's midoria? Is it a medical condition? "Man, I came down with a nasty case of midoria. I was in the bathroom like seven times last night" If that's the case, Kirishima could help by just giving him some Pepto. Satsu: Kdbejqhevjdvfjd Wiz: pfffft Me:

"Well for one change your..."

Mind? Clothes? Tires once every four years or 10,000 miles? Satsu: Your brain cells!??? Me:

"well be less angry and more happy with him"

WOW!! STARTLINGLY ASTUTE ADVICE!! IF ONLY SOMEONE COULD HAVE PINPOINTED BEFORE WHY THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS SO STRAINED!! YOU DOIN' THE LORD'S WORK, AUTHOR!! Phos: Adsvads Me:

"Are you telling me to change who I am!!"

"Well... yeah, kinda. I mean, I love ya, bro, but your attitude kinda sucks." "........Okay, fair"

"Unless you want him to be with todoroki!?"

Uhhh, does what Izuku wants factor into this at ALL, or...? Also, sure, if someone doesn't like you, just change who you are! Works every time, at least until you forget which version of yourself you were using with each person!! Wiz: yaaaaaaaaayyyy Me:

Damh him

Uhhh... okay. [points to self] Wing, me.

"Fine I'll change but only when I'm around deku!"

Sure! Sounds like the basis of a healthy relationship! (: The last decade of abuse doesn't matter!! Wiz: :')))))

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AND THAT IS ALL FOR CHAPTER 2! Next time, Shoto makes terrible jokes and lies to Izuku’s mother, Izuku and Shoto go on a date, and our helpless damsel protagonist gets attacked by a villain!! Next post will be up very soon! Thanks for reading <33333

#badfic #bad fanfiction #wingsporkhalo #hes mine #my hero academia #bnha #fanfiction spork

[letmeouttathischeapbmovie]

A Substitute For Your Love

Freddie Mercury x male!reader, modern AU, word count approx. 1.6k, fluff, pining, songfic (kinda)

*shows up a month and a half late with Starbucks* hey.

Everyone thank @queens-n-roses for hosting this challenge (congrats on the now over 3k followers!) and for putting up with my lateness. This one’s based on Heaven’s Gate by Fall Out Boy, a song that meant a lot to me when it first came out, and my friend told me to imagine Freddie singing it. So *glares in his direction* enjoy I guess?

Also feel free to read this even if you’re not a dude, just remember that the character in the fic is male or male-aligned. Also also! You can imagine pretty much any era of Freddie you want, but the image in my head was 77-78 like in the gif because let’s be real, NOTW!Freddie could Get It.

“Freddie?” you called over as you heard your record player kick abruptly to life from the next room, Pete Wentz’ bass thumping a little lower and slower than you were accustomed to. “Freddie what the hell are you messing with my stereo for?”

You really couldn’t be mad at him, just in general, but especially when you turned the corner to see him practically glowing from excitement and the soft light of the room.

“Y/N, darling, what’s the point of having all these records on vinyl if you don’t fuck with the tempo?”

You knew it was just a term of endearment he used for everyone, but something fluttered in your chest every time he followed up your name with ‘darling’. “The point is the better sound quality, you fiend.”

“Fucking hipster.” You stuck your tongue out at him for that, a gesture which he reciprocated. He was so adorable sometimes that it hurt, lean and lanky without looking at all awkward somehow. As Freddie flicked his tongue back into his mouth, you got a full view of his buck teeth and were filled with a rush of affection. That was a normal reaction, right? It’s not weird to feel a burst of warmth and love whenever you see your friend’s smile, especially since you know he’s insecure as all hell about it, is it?

“You’ve really never messed with the tempo of any of your records?” He cocked his head to the side as he asked.

“Of course not, Freddie, I’m not a child.”

“Well then my dear, you are missing out,” Freddie beamed as he stepped over to the record player and picked up the needle, fiddling about for a second before setting it back down.

One look from you…

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from your chest at Patrick’s distorted voice, the slower tempo and deeper pitch making the bends in his tone impossibly wider. When you looked back up at Freddie, he was smiling mischievously and opening his arms to you.

“Really Fred?”

And I’m on that faded love…

You rolled your eyes, but took a step closer and laid your hands on his biceps, arms resting atop his. His hands found his way to your ribcage, and you startled momentarily at their warmth.

Out of my body…

You hoped he wouldn’t be able to feel your heartbeat through his hands, but you were sure there was no way that couldn’t happen. At this point you’d be lucky if he couldn’t hear it.

And flying above…

His fingers tapped along to the beat, as if he were trying to map out the notes on a piano. It was dreadfully endearing, like everything else he did.

If there were any more left of me…

You weren’t surprised that you still had a crush on him. He’d been your best friend for over a year, and he was both friendly and devilishly attractive.

I’d give it to you…

Nope. Not surprised at all. Just supremely disappointed in yourself.

And I’ll tell you that I am fine, but I am a missile that’s guided for you…

You couldn’t ever be more than friends with Freddie. There was no way. He was so far out of your league, gorgeous and talented and sweet and you felt like you could barely even breathe in front of him.

Go out in the world, start over again and again as many times as you can…

“Are you alright, darling?”

You noticed that you were still holding fairly still, despite holding onto him. Perhaps because you were holding onto him. You really didn’t trust yourself not to act like a complete fool when Freddie was that close.

“Y/N, we don’t have to do this. I thought you would like it, but if I was wrong-”

“You’re fine, Freddie. I’m fine,” you blurted out a little too quickly. You couldn’t risk him letting go of you so soon.

And in the end if I don’t make it on the list would you sneak me a wristband…

You knew you’d never get anything better than this, just innocently dancing with him. It would be a crime to deny yourself that affection when Freddie offered it, no matter how much it hurt to think about.

Or would you give me?

Why did it even have to hurt?

Give me?

Would it be so hard to let go of that pain for a few minutes and just- be with him?

Give me?

Maybe just this once...

Give me a boost, a boost over heaven’s gate?

Pushing aside your better judgement, you leaned your head into his chest and smiled when you both heard and felt his gentle gasp. It was perfect. Freddie was perfect.

Give me a boost over heaven’s gate…

You let your hands creep up from his biceps to rest on his broad shoulders, leaving your cheek pressed to his sternum. You could feel the thick carpet of chest hair through his t-shirt, muffling slightly the warmth of his body and the steady kick of his heartbeat.

I’m gonna need a boost…

Or was the heartbeat yours? Possibly. If it was his, then, you must have just imagined how quick and shallow it was.

Right?

Cause everything else is a substitute for your love…

Freddie’s hands drifted from your ribcage to your waist, then finally found each other and linked at the small of your back. It was the safest you’d ever felt, wrapped up in him so completely.

Give me a boost…

Yeah, you could just take a few minutes to imagine you were more than friends with him. It was too hard to resist, besides, he didn't have to know.

A boost over heaven’s gate…

You were barely moving of your own accord, just leaning against him so heavily that as he swayed, you shifted with him.

I got dreams of my own…

As much as you wanted to stay pressed to his chest forever, you could swear you felt his burning gaze on the top of your head.

But I want to make yours come true so please come through…

Here with your face covered and your eyes closed, it was safe to dream about his eyes: those sweet stars of mahogany that glowed like amber when the light hit them right.

Honey please, please come through…

Sure, you could have looked up to see whether he was actually staring at you, but what was the use? He obviously wasn't. There were a hundred better things to look at just in this room. At least this way you could pretend you were one of them.

Out in the world, start over again and again as many times as you can…

Almost instinctively, you found your hands creeping past his shoulders to now link together, resting on the bare skin of his neck. Maybe it was risky. You couldn't bring yourself to care just yet.

And in the end if I don’t make it on the list would you sneak me a wristband…

His arms tightened around your waist. That had to mean something, right? No. You refused to get your hopes up only to be let down later.

Give me a boost, a boost over heaven’s gate…

You were just friends. If he implied anything more you must have imagined it.

Give me a boost over heaven’s gate…

The same way you definitely imagined his pleased sigh and the gentle stroke of his thumb over your back.

I’m gonna need a boost cause everything else is a substitute for your love…

Wait, what?

Give me a boost over heaven’s gate…

You had both just about stopped swaying by now, more stuck in a prolonged hug than any semblance of a dance. His presence both calmed and terrified you.

You’re the one habit I just can’t kick…

With your head still buried in his chest, you felt more than heard his voice rumbling along with the song.

You’re the one habit I just can’t kick…

Freddie seemed almost distracted, his usually clear voice coming out mumbled, almost slurred before trailing off.

You’re the one habit I just can’t kick…

“Y/N?”

You’re the one habit I just can’t kick…

His hands twitched at your back. Dangerous as it may be to your heart, you wanted nothing more than to take them in yours.

“Yes Freddie?”

You’re the one, you’re the one

“I didn't pick this album or this song by accident.”

You’re the one, you’re the one

His breath caught in his throat.

“And it's not just because I know you're gay for Patrick's voice either, love. Though I can't exactly blame you in that regard.”

You’re the one habit I just can’t kick…

“I picked it because it's true, Y/N. You're the one man I've never been able to get over, no matter how long or hard I've tried.”

Give me a boost, a boost over heaven’s gate…

You blushed and sputtered out the first thing that came to mind. “Was that a dick joke?”

Freddie smiled, but the gesture didn't reach his eyes. “Perhaps.”

Give me a boost over heaven’s gate…

He sighed quietly and tapped his hands on your waist, pulling away slightly. “I'm sorry. I know you only think of me as a friend, but I needed to say something and besides, you deserve to know.”

I’m gonna need a boost cause everything else is a substitute for your love…

“You can just forget I ever-”

You cut him off with a kiss, letting both your hands drift from his neck to cup his jaws.

Give me a boost over heaven’s gate…

Freddie gasped, freezing for a second before melting into the kiss. He pulled your body to his, pressing your chests together and smiling, breaking the kiss without moving away.

“Darling,” he whispered against your lips, “I should fuck with your stereo more often.”

“Don't you dare,” you scolded before kissing him again.

Give me a boost...

#qnr2kchallenge #again everybody say thank you zoe #say thank you to ringo too #(not the drummer. just a random guy i know that i call ringo bc reasons) #fanfic #queen x reader #freddie mercury x reader #this may or may not be my last reader insert idk? #if y'all want more i'll consider it but maybe make a separate blog for fics

[fromtheringapron]

WCW Bash at the Beach 2000

Date: July 9, 2000.

Location: Ocean Center in Daytona Beach, Florida. 

Attendance: 6,572 

Commentary: Tony Schiavone, Mark Madden, and Scott Hudson.

Results:

1. WCW Cruiserweight Championship Match: Lieutenant Loco (champion) defeated Juventud Guerrera. 

2. WCW Hardcore Championship Match: Big Vito (champion) defeated Norman Smiley and Ralphus. 

3. Wedding Gown Match: Daffney (with Crowbar) defeated Miss Hancock (with David Flair). 

4. WCW Tag Team Championship Match: KroniK (Brian Adams and Bryan Clark) defeated The Perfect Event (Seas Stasiak and Chuck Palumbo) (champions) to win the titles. 

5. Chris Kanyon defeated Booker T. 

6. WCW United States Championship Match: Mike Awesome defeated Scott Steiner (champion) (with Midajah) via disqualification. 

7. Shane Douglas defeated Buff Bagwell. 

8. WCW World Heavyweight Championship Match: Hollywood Hogan defeated Jeff Jarrett (champion) to “win” the title. 

9. Goldberg defeated Kevin Nash. 

10. WCW World Heavyweight Championship Match: Booker T defeated Jeff Jarrett (champion) to win the title. 

My Review

Oh, man, where to begin with Bash at the Beach 2000? Certainly one of the more noteworthy shows of the Russo-penned, dying days of WCW, although obviously not for the right reasons. The company is just a complete mess at this point. They’re losing millions of dollars, title changes and storylines are impossible to keep up with, and worst of all, they’re trying way too hard to be edgy like the much more successful WWF. This is the same pay-per-view event where, a mere four years previous, WCW made the ultimate power move by turning Hulk Hogan heel and cemented themselves as the number-one promotion in America. Now they’re circling the drain and trying everything to paddle themselves upstream. A prime example how things can unravel in such a relatively short period of time.

The show is infamous for its worked shoot involving Vince Russo and Hulk Hogan, which becomes a legit shoot and drove the latter out of the company for good. It’s something I wouldn’t even bother explaining to a person who doesn’t watch wrestling and, to be honest, it’s a bit difficult for me to wrap my head around it too. In the shortest way I can sum it up, Russo cuts a worked promo on Hogan. It crosses the line when Russo goes off the script and personally insults Hogan, whose ego is famously more fragile than freshly laid eggs. Hogan gets pissed, leaves WCW, and files a lawsuit. Oh, yeah, and it’s all fucking embarrassing to watch. For all of Russo’s bonkers and distasteful storylines, his worked shoot stuff is by far his worst. Such a blatant, transparent attempt at generating Montreal-like controversy and it’s fooling absolutely no one. Just watching everyone else, from the wrestlers to the commentary team, play along with the bullshit is a huge amount of cringe.

When this show isn’t going completely off the rails, it’s dreadfully boring, which is kinda weird to say. It’s not like there isn’t a lot going on. In fact, there’s a ton going on here. Unfortunately, the majority of the storylines are twisted into oblivion to the point where it’s hard to care about any of them. I’m already struggling to remember a Scott Steiner heel turn on this show that happens for, um, reasons?!? WWF storylines could get hella twisty around this time, but they didn’t lose sight of developing characters you could invest yourself in. WCW has all the twists, but they forget the characters. They’re also ensconced in the New Blood vs. Millionaires Club storyline, which is booked ass backwards. Pitting rookies against veterans isn’t a bad idea at all, but we’re really supposed to buy the Nash’s and Hogan’s of the world as the babyfaces despite their egos and ridiculous amount of creative control being what drove the company’s decline in the first place.

Tragically lost amidst all of this stuff is the rise of Booker T, one of the bright spots of late WCW. It’s great watching him over the course of his WCW run, transforming from an anonymous half of a tag team to the super charismatic dude we know him as today. I guess that’s what makes it so unsavory that all of the embarrassing Hogan nonsense really puts a damper on his coronation here. Everyone involved tries hard to make it a special moment, and his match with Jarrett is quite good, but it all feels a little off. Thanks to the booking, the match is announced out of nowhere, right after the audience is essentially screwed out of the main event title match they paid to see in Hogan vs. Jarrett. They could’ve had something a lot more special on their hands if they invested more time Booker’s chase of the title, but then such a thing would be asking a lot from WCW at this stage.

Nonetheless, Booker’s victory is touted by the commentary team as the culmination of hard work and perseverance. That’s the truth, but it’s also a sad truth: there were a ton of hard-working people in WCW until the bitter end. For all the corporate hands involved in the company who largely didn’t care for wrestling, there were a bunch of people from the roster to the backstage employees who gave a damn and tried to put on the best show they could. When the company finally went belly up, most of these hard-working folks had little to show for it. Due to all of Russo’s machinations, it’s easy to paint late WCW as a soulless, barren wasteland of ineptitude and low morale, but there was a heart beating somewhere in there that was determined to keep the ship afloat.

My Random Notes 

Adding onto the depression, the buyrate for Bash at the Beach 1998 just two years earlier was a 1.5, the second highest in WCW history, and the buyrate for this show was a paltry 0.22, which still somehow makes it one of the most bought WCW pay-per-views of the year 2000.

Misfits in Action and The Filthy Animals have been feuding for months, apparently over which stable is more embarrassing. I’m gonna go with MIA. They’re so representative of Russo’s sense of humor. HAHA THERE’S A GUY NAMED PRIVATE STASH. YOU KNOW LIKE THE WEED HAHAHA *stabs self in the eye with a screwdriver*

This show reminds me of Mark Madden’s existence and now I’m depressed. It’s already one thing to borrow Jerry Lawler’s whole obnoxious perv schtick, but a whole other fucking thing to somehow be even less likable than Lawler in that role.

My favorite part of the show is definitely the Graveyard Match, which is the sort of late WCW content I can appreciate. Vampiro jumping off a tree! Fights in a pond! This is my kind of shit. How far was that graveyard from the arena, by the way? And how are we supposed to believe Vampiro found his way back? This is pre-Uber times and I’m curious.

God, the poster for this show is frickin’ ugly. Why is there an action figure of Randy Anderson just hanging out there?

I could say many things about the Wedding Gown match, but I’ll leave it at feeling bad for the people who put all the effort into that wedding cake just to have it destroyed. No justice for the people who bake goods for wrestling segments.

One of this show’s most unforgivable qualities is the lack of the amazing Bash at the Beach entrance set, sandbox and all. I’m not sure what lead to the finer things in WCW’s presentation disappearing but at this point you could watch Bash at the Beach and Halloween Havoc and aesthetically feel like you’re watching the same show.

I did a half-assed attempt at researching the current whereabouts of Ralphus. Still haven’t got a clear answer yet. My search led me to r/squaredscircle and I read a range of answers from people saying he died to some random person saying “He lives in Orlando with a heart condition and diabetes. He’s my uncle.” Take that info for what it’s worth.

#wwe network #wcw #goldberg #booker t

[gallifreyanlibertea]

A Throne for Two

a/n: This was a request! The original ask is put at the very end so I don’t spoil(?) anything. Sorry if it’s confusing, I haven’t written anything but short fluff in a long time. A special thanks to egg for helping me figure out motive and whatnot

“I don’t know if I like the word ‘smirks’ here, sweetheart.”

Arthur rolls his eyes as Alfred squints down at Arthur’s draft, snatching the red pen from Arthur’s hand in an attempt to go about scratching and scribbling on the paper. Arthur crinkles his nose in response. He blocks the pen’s path. 

Alfred tries it again, and Arthur smacks his hand. If Alfred knows it annoys Arthur, he doesn’t stop.

“That’s what you did in our interview, though, Alfred, you smirked.”

“It makes me seem… oh, I don’t know. Makes me look mean, don’tcha think?”

Alfred puts down the manuscript after a while, sipping from his champagne as a sudden gust of wind leaves his cape billowing behind him, and Arthur curses because he doesn’t have his camera. It would’ve made a good picture.

He would’ve captioned it Silver Star enjoys a drink after defending Metro City from one of its worst cyber attacks and his editor would’ve loved it. That was what had happened, after all, only minutes ago, the city shook under a series of hackings and other computer what-nots and Arthur isn’t interested in that sort of detail. He’s only in-charge of reporting the Silver Star, and how the man stops such attacks.

He’s in charge of the personality: the city’s own ‘superman’; and Arthur supposes that makes him the Lois Lane.

And being the one in charge, he finds it annoying when Alfred doesn’t allow him to mention details such as his frankly irrelevant facial expressions, because there should at least be a minute degree of truth to the media.

It’s a compromise, really, because it’s not like Arthur writes about the fact that it was Alfred himself who caused the cyber attack- nor does he mention the way those electric blue eyes of his glisten with anger, with hatred, because as far as both he and Alfred are concerned, the public doesn’t need to know the malicious intent behind the charade, the fictional character that was their beloved ‘superhero’. Alfred Jones, the Silver Star. 

And they wouldn’t. Not anytime soon, that is.

“I heard you might be getting promoted.”

Alfred says it out of the blue and Arthur hums, stacking his papers neatly on the tabletop.

“I sure hope I do, I didn’t spend an hour sweet-talking my editor for nothing.”

Arthur’s editor is a stocky man whose breath smelled eternally of smoke. Arthur shudders at the memory of the saccharine smile on his own face as he convinced his boss he was ready for a bigger responsibility… the steel in the undertones of his voice as he reminded his boss he had friends in higher places.

Alfred is clearly proud of him. He smirks.

And that’s the kind of thing he did! Arthur hardly tries to make him look evil in his writing, he only tells the truth because Alfred smirks, he hardly just smiles, and Arthur wants to bring it up in reference to their previous argument but he finds himself rather occupied as Alfred somehow manages to snake himself out of his chair, kneeling next to Arthur’s seat.

There is a pair of lips on Arthur’s own, gloved hands pull at the back of Arthur’s neck until he’s fully invested in the alcoholic kiss.

Alfred found it attractive when Arthur did evil, manipulative things.

Perhaps it’s because he had never expected the mousy little office-employee he’d plucked up off the streets to ever hold his own, but Arthur had definitely done more than that by now.

“You’re hot, you know that?” Is Alfred’s breathy explanation for his actions as he pulls away, peppering kisses along Arthur’s jawline, and Arthur doesn’t disagree.

Although, he definitely finds it jarring, to think the man at his feet had, not long ago, terrified Arthur to the point of him having to clamp his hand over his mouth to stifle his breathing so as the other wouldn’t hear him.

Which was exactly what he’d been doing a year ago as he crouched behind a pile of wood and garbage in an alley to hide from the supervillain at his heels.

“Come on, dude, not cool!” Silver Star had called and Arthur’s gasp escaped his lips as a foot collided with his shelter, sending it flying out from above him, scraping against the asphalt until it came to a screeching halt.

Arthur scrambled to his feet, yet before he could run, a gloved hand dragged him back by the shoulder.

“Slow down, sweetheart. I just want to talk.”

Nothing inside Arthur had led him to believe that the man towering before him- in a dark silver suit paying homage to his name, with details in black and purple, all colours that were equally menacing to Arthur at that very moment- had just wanted to talk.

“P-please, I- I’m just a, I’m-” Arthur had never thought he would be reduced to such a babbling mess, yet under the gaze of those electric blue eyes- ones that seemed not to fit the color scheme the villain had gone for- it didn’t seem all that impossible.

“You work for my father. Is that correct?”

It was something Arthur hadn’t expected to hear. He’d glanced up. He had blinked. “Ah… yes, I-”

He was quite honestly one of the lowest of the low, the most expendable of the bunch, and there was no way the Silver Star would go out of his way to seek Arthur out when there were so many others that would prove more useful. Or at least, to whatever master plan that mind of his had hatched up.

“Do you like your job, sweetheart?”

What kind of a question was that? “Yes, your father treats us well, he-”

“You don’t have to lie to me. Daddy dearest and I don’t really get along.”

Arthur chewed his lip. “I... He can be a bit harsh.”

A bit harsh was an understatement. Paychecks had been cut twice that year, Arthur barely earned enough to pay his bills and survive, much less indulge himself like he would rather be doing. 

“My father is a bad man.” The Silver Star said, with a voice suddenly hardened.  “Now, how would you like to quit? I see a future in newspaper journalism for you.”

“Sir, I-”

“Join me, I pay well.” It was hardly a request. The man cracked his knuckles, lips spread into a grin. “Unless you have something better to do?”

Arthur, most certainly, did not have anything better to do.

After all, what was better than being a puppet at the hands of a villain? What could be better than being bound by will to a man who dictated exactly how he wanted things written, and exactly what he wanted Arthur to report- sometimes going as far as whispering it into Arthur’s ear as Arthur typed away in his bedroom.

“You really don’t have to… be here,” Arthur had found himself scrambling for his next word at the sight of those eyes turning to glare at him. “Sir.”

“How else do you want to get this done?” Silver Star had said.

“Well, usually, I would just write the article up and email it to you and you could… edit and send it back?”

“Emails can be traced.”

Fair enough. Arthur had then turned back down to his screen, fingers tapping against the keyboard as the villain peered over his shoulder.

Alfred had been picky the first month or two. He was always so cautious about what Arthur said, how Arthur said it, how to build each word so as to topple his father from his throne, to incriminate him, to steal the massive influence of him and his business on the city.

“Change your word choice there.”

“I thought it… I, um, thought it was fine.”

“It’s nice writing, yeah, but-” Alfred told him there was a way to say things without quite saying them. That was how they would work from then on, he’d said. “Between the lines.”

Arthur had felt Alfred’s words as hot breaths on his neck. He shivered, only slightly, as he moved to fix the error.

Alfred gripped Arthur’s shoulder. “Next time on, work your drafts on paper.”

Boundaries were, and still are, a problem with Alfred. It was something Arthur would come to know, come to be familiar with. The heat that radiated off the Silver Star’s body was almost surreal at times, almost as if the man sitting next to him was, well, a man. A living, breathing human and not some entity from Hell.

It had taken time for Arthur to become comfortable with that fact.

“I never thought I’d see you enjoy yourself.”

Arthur hadn’t thought it either, yet there he’d been, months into their wicked sort of partnership and Arthur had hung up a business call with a smile playing on his lips.

Silver Star- or, Alfred, as he’d let Arthur address him, seeing as “sir” was getting a bit old- had taken a strange liking to the left side of Arthur’s loveseat. Arthur seemed to always see him there, monitoring Arthur’s every move with a stern furrow of his brows.

Arthur turned to him, “I’ve just scheduled a meeting with that charity.”

“What was so funny about that?”

“I’ve also accidentally released this information to the public, I’m dreadfully sorry if you show up to find a horde of photographers ready to catch you off guard.”

There it was, that grin. Alfred seemed pleased, and Arthur had found that he had come to crave the expression, like some sort of pet awaiting a treat.

“I knew it was a good idea recruiting you, sweetheart.”

And Alfred had suited up to donate to the charity, finding cameras upon cameras ready to broadcast the staged event to the public. It turned out, the citizens of their city were quite the suckers for these things.

Despite the fact that Mr. Jones Sr. had told the public time and time again exactly why he’d disinherited his son and what sort of evil really laid in that persona of his, it was interesting to see the public opinion flutter at the sight of the articles Arthur had written in Alfred’s favour. That was the first step.

The Silver Star was seen working with orphans earlier this week-

The Silver Star catches bank robbers red-handed- Oh, that one had been Arthur’s personal favourite, seeing as Alfred had let Arthur hire the robbers himself, something Alfred usually took it upon himself to do.

It had been refreshing, in the earlier months that Arthur knew the man, to feel himself beginning to be trusted. 

Yes, Arthur would do nothing to betray that trust, not when Alfred was doing his part pulling Arthur up the ranks of his newspaper company until his old, dusty furniture became brand and sparkling new, and the bottles of cheap beer in Arthur’s fridge became wine in his own wine cooler, bought with his own damn salary.

Arthur can’t remember a time, now, when he hasn’t been used to that luxury.

It’s a feeling he’s worked for all his life to achieve.

“I’m sending this to my editor, Alfred,” Arthur mutters as a final warning.

Alfred replies with another kiss, lips working on Arthur’s until Arthur can practically melt into the hand that cups his cheek, until he can taste the wine on Alfred’s tongue.

Alfred hates wine.

“I like beer better.” Alfred had said that day, and Arthur remembers the event to this very minute. The day Alfred had brought bottles of wine to Arthur’s doorstep at the stroke of midnight, with not one warning to the confused reporter, not caring to poke fun at Arthur’s striped, matching pyjamas.

Arthur had stammered, “I’ve… um, I’ve got, uh, beer in my fridge I think.”

“Villains look cooler sipping wine. I’ll get used to it.”

Arthur hadn’t known then, why he tended to lose his composure under that blue-eyed gaze.

“A toast to you.” Alfred had said and Arthur blinked.

“Me?”

“You.” Alfred sipped his wine and Arthur silently agreed. He did look cooler. “You turned out way better than I could’ve hoped for.”

Perhaps it was the wine that did it. Arthur doesn’t know to this day what had pushed him to the edge, and dear lord, had he not been tipsy, had he actually thought of the possible consequences of his actions, he never would’ve done it. He never would’ve even thought about it.

But Arthur was, and still is, an idiot, so he had leaned in to smash his lips against the lips of Metro City’s most notorious supervillain. Or, at least, that had been his title before Arthur came along.

Alfred hadn’t expected it, it seemed, but damn it if he was going to be caught off guard. As he later told Arthur, as an explanation for his actions, he was the human embodiment of spontaneity! No one bested him at that.

So Alfred had gripped Arthur’s hips, kissing back with a vigour of a man as young as he was, smiling onto Arthur’s lips, a self-satisfied sort of smile. It was as if he had expected it to happen. He had expected Arthur to have felt that way.

Alfred had the same smile on his face as he took Arthur to bed, and the same smile as he left.

“You’re leaving?”

Alfred had laughed just a little bit, swinging his legs over the side of Arthur’s bed. “I have something I need to take care of.”

Arthur had watched as Alfred slipped on his clothes, twisting the knob of Arthur’s bedroom door.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be back.” A sly smile.

(Arthur had later learned that Alfred couldn’t sleep without following through with a tight regimen, which included taking his contacts off. Yes, those electric blue eyes were too good to be true, and Arthur had awoken the next morning to a pair of big baby blues- and Arthur had laughed, accusing Alfred of being too dramatic for his own good.

“You couldn’t have just told me you had to freshen up?”

“I liked getting you all worked up to see me leave.”)

So Arthur eyes his manuscript, the lack of markings being a sort of reminder of just how far he’s gotten.

He remembers a time when Alfred would make those scribbly marks on his work, when Arthur would let him make marks on his work. He crinkles his nose. He’s glad he’s past that, Alfred’s handwriting is truly atrocious.

“This is the final edit, Alfred, are you alright with that?”

It’s hardly a question as much as it is a declaration.

Alfred rises to his feet, “Whatever you think is best.”

Arthur supposes he and Alfred make a charming couple. Not a single person can guess what’s to come from the two that scheme so quietly, so secretively; no one can see it coming, what they have planned for their oblivious city.

Arthur takes a break from typing up his final draft and slides next to Alfred on the loveseat, deciding not to protest as he’s pulled onto Alfred’s lap, just as Alfred likes it. “Soon enough, Artie, my father won’t even know what hit him.”

“The city will be yours, my love.”

Alfred lets Arthur toy with the purple streak in his hair. “This city is going to be ours, sweetheart.”

Here’s the original request: 

I went for ‘power couple’! 

#magical strike #usuk #aph america #aph england #this is my first fic in present tense #I literally went about fucking around with all these tenses dear lord I'm so sorry #request #IM SO SORRY OMG all these tenses are fucking me up to read but I also don't want to rewrite it I'm sorry ily anon #lovely anons #reply

[joehertler]

30 Modern Horror Movies For Your Spooking Pleasure (Updated for 2018)

Dearest Friends and Fellow Rainbow Seekers,

as you may know, I am rather obsessed with horror movies. Over my lifetime, I have submitted myself to thousands of hours of horror cinema, but such extended exposure has come at a cost. It is true that I sometimes lose sleep over the fear of grinning demons sitting at the foot of my bed, or perhaps finding the bloated corpse of a drowned girl crying in my closet. But dark thoughts, as such, are typical to those who willfully endure the macabre. As a horror fan, nothing is more terrifying—or more gratifying—than clammering your way through the black swamp of terrible movies in search of the diamonds in the rough.

I have done the work for you, dear reader. I have hunted through hundreds of faux haunts and I have identified those that are genuine. And if you’re willing, I would be honored to serve as your guide through this realm of dark cinema. A concise list lies below, consisting both of films widely recognized, and lesser-known cult classics. They are united only by their modernity and their overall awesomeness. This is a list of films to be watched by all fans of cinema. So I urge you, dear reader, to call your significant other (or the one you desire to be your significant other). Then, put on your favorite onesie, and get ready for spookiness!  Because the night is dark and full of terror—and you deserve to be spooked by those films most worthy of spooking!

The Babadook - 2014 [TRAILER]

This might be my favorite on the entire list, so I'm gonna stick it right here at the top. But really, if there's one movie on this list that you should watch, it's the Babadook. Sure, you might have to suspend your disbelief on a few occasions, but it's totally worth it. It seems so rare that horror movies transcend their linear plots into something deeper, but the Babadook succeeds to descend to wonderfully cerebral depths. Without spoiling too much, the plot centers around a mother, grieving the loss of her husband, and her ADHD trouble-child, who come across a creepy kids’ book. An emotional and psychological haunting ensues that dares viewers to venture into the realms of depression and mania.

Let the Right One In - 2008 [TRAILER]

I've been bored of Vampires since Harry Potter, but this little charmer bit me right in the jugular. The plot centers around a boy who befriends a young female vampire—and yes, for you vampire loving people out there, it does get kind of romancy (in that innocent kid way). Apart from the totally on-point acting, the film maintains an oddly delicate balance of emotional tenderness and intimacy to total blood-chugging brutality. It is easily the best vampire movie to date, and if Swedish subs aren't your thing, there's an American version, Let Me In, that is equally as good.

It Follows - 2015 [TRAILER]

With one of the most original plots I've ever experienced in a horror movie, It Follows is being touted as one of the best movies of 2015. It's a film best left to experience without outside influence, but I can say that this film will be well enjoyed by those who appreciate speculation, interpretation, and subplots involving the exchange of STDs. It follows tread along a straight forward plot, but contains a wonderful amount of depth to sift through afterward. The film also has top-notch acting and is beautifully shot (much of it shot in Detroit). Make sure you see it with a few friends so you can talk about it afterward!

The Orphanage - 2007 [TRAILER]

I love me a sad, creepy ghost story, and there's something even better about them when they involve dead children. Like many of the films on my list, The Orphanage, produced by Guillermo Del Toro, has just that. But in all seriousness, this film has a wonderfully emotional story that’s rarely found in the horror genre. It's a well-known classic amid fans of the horror genre, a film that masterfully builds writhing tension to evoke its scares.

Lake Mungo - 2008 [TRAILER]

Lake Mungo offers a long-winded but mature examination of loss and grief. Its presentation is almost dreamlike, with a plot that focuses on the horrors experienced by a family after the drowning of their daughter. Lake Mungo exceeds as a film in the way that it relentlessly builds upon a wrenching sense of dread. Made with a tiny budget, but supported by solid acting, this film is surprisingly believable and captures the vulnerability, isolation, and confusion experienced after the unexpected death of a loved one. Simply put, this movie is completely terrifying, yet contains almost no cheap scares. It's a 100% unrelenting, slow-roast dread that doesn't let up until well after the credits.

REC - 2007 [TRAILER]

The original REC is a deliberately fast-paced film that sandwiches its doomed characters between compounding layers of dread, resulting in of one of the best modern horror films in years. The pseudo-zombie plot derails right from the get-go, and later smashes into the supernatural for a terrifying climax. But the disgusting monster at the end? That takes the cake for one of nastiest creepers ever to make it into cinema.

The Curse (Noroi) - 2005 [TRAILER]

There is a goldmine of Eastern horror out there, and the Curse represents the genre as one of the best. It's a Japanese, low budget, faux documentary, that—amid scenes of complete ridiculousness—manages to be completely and dreadfully effective. Noroi presents an engrossing, slow-burn mystery that carefully leaks the details of an ancient demon-curse. If you're interested in venturing into classic eastern horror, definitely check this one out.

Kill List - 2011 [TRAILER]

In some ways, Kill List tries to be a deep character study (and I'd say for the first 45 minutes, this might hold true), but then it’s quickly upstaged by an eerie crime drama, which later transforms into a totally effed cult-terror-gore-fest. Somehow, it all seems to work together, leaving you with a disturbing, yet surprisingly thought-provoking mess to discuss with your friends. This is a film to be viewed with others, and I highly recommend it for those who love cults, mysteries, and gore.

28 Days Later - 2002 [TRAILER]

While I wanted to avoid the obvious choices for this list, I couldn't leave out 28 Days Later, because...Well, it's just too good to ignore. With fast zombies, sympathetic characters, and incredible production, Danny Boyle has created one of the best pieces of apocalyptic horror ever made. You’ve probably already seen it, so you might as well see it again.

The Descent - 2005 [TRAILER]

The Descent stars six women, all part of an extreme adventure club, who decide to explore the creepiest cave in the entire world. In this cave, of course, dwell terrible, fanged, amphibious slime creatures who have an affinity for jump scares and standing directly behind the backs of the characters...but the real horror of this movie is the cave. The movie absolutely excels in conveying intense desperation and suffocating claustrophobia. Despite solid reviews, I had low hopes for this movie, but ended up really enjoying it. Highly recommended.

Cabin in the Woods - 2012 [TRAILER]

Horror fans tout Cabin in the Woods as a modern classic. Is it particularly scary? No. But it does provide an ample serving of self-aware humor and cliche-bending twists. I don't care much for self-aware horror movies, but Cabin in the Woods does it right, offering one of the best works of pop culture entertainment that the horror genre has ever seen.

Suicide Club - 2002 [TRAILER]

With an opening scene of 50+ Japanese schoolgirls jumping in front of a train, I can confidently say that Suicide Club is one of the most hardcore horror movies of all time. The movie follows a wave of unexplained suicides and slowly pieces together a rather nebulous mystery. Answers, however, are few and far between, and I am still not sure if I actually like this movie. But for anyone who is looking for something a little bit darker, this is for you.

Battle Royale - 2000 [TRAILER]

Before the Hunger Games, there was Battle Royale, which happens to be set in a  similar dystopian universe, wrought with unemployment, crime, and malcontent. Each year, a randomly selected 9th grade class of Japanese, khaki-donning schoolchildren are outfitted with exploding shock collars and given an assortment of weapons. They are then forced to hunt each other down until there is only one left. Long story short, it's the hunger games with an R rating, and if I am not mistaken, this controversial child-massacre-gore fest was banned for a time. But for real, this movie rules, topping its big-budget, modern successor with tons of style, as well as a healthy dose of dark, humorous cynicism. If you felt that the Hunger Games didn’t have enough teen gore, then this movie is for you.

The Devil’s Backbone - 2001 [TRAILER]

A haunting allegory of the Spanish Civil War, Guillermo Del Toro's film presents a chilling school house ghost story that stands as a masterfully produced piece of cinema. It's heavily atmospheric, emotionally fraught, and above all else, spooky. This fable is one of Del Toro's best and is a must watch on this list.

Creep - 2015 [TRAILER]

Laced in dry humor, Creep is another slow burner that masterfully builds upon a foundation of discomfort and creeping uneasiness that relies little on jump scares (although, it does not forgo them). The two fold script prompts some of the best acting on this list - and rumors state that much of it was improvised. Creep is proof that you don't need to have a big budget with CGI jump scares to make a compelling horror movie. Did I mention that it's available for Netflix streaming, too?

Gerald's Game (89% RT) [TRAILER]

The plot begins with a dude named Gerald, who, with his wife, depart to an ocean side cabin for a sexy-time retreat. Except their sexy time, in typical Stephen King fashion, goes horribly wrong. Next thing you know, Gerald is being eaten by a dog and she's handcuffed to the bed and then the boogieman starts to come out at night. Hopefully I didn't just ruin the movie for you, but for real, it gets really good - and the boogieman is one of the best horror spooks I've seen in a long time. The wife, Carla Gugino, gives nothing short of a stellar performance, too.

The Witch (91% RT) [TRAILER]

The Witch centers itself around a (Puritan?) family who is banished to the outskirts of the New England wilderness in the 1600s (where an ancient and foreboding evil lurks). Shortly after, the crops die, people get possessed, someone's nipple is eaten by a demon crow, and Satan appears as the family goat, named "Black Philip." Despite what I just said, the Witch bares little, but what it does reveal is absolutely brutal. But the real horror is not what hides in the woods, but rather the evil that makes its way inside of the characters. Overall, it's an exceptionally well made period piece that will marinade you in dread... and thus the Witch is one of my favorite horror movies of all time.

Under the Shadow (99%) [TRAILER]

Under the Shadow is an art house masterpiece that serves as one of the greatest horror movies ever made, yet it is mostly unknown outside of horror circles. The movie is about an Iranian mother and daughter, living in a bombed out Tehran in the middle of the Iran-Iraq war. Her Husband, a doctor, is drafted to serve at the war front and they are left behind when an undetonated missile comes crashing into their apartment building (followed by a superstitious neighbor spouting about how the missile brought with it a middle eastern demon, or Djinn). Things start to get creepy when random items being to go missing, the daughter's behavior becomes increasingly erratic, and the Mother is plagued by horrible nightmares. But most unnerving of all is the isolation and desperation of a mother and daughter trapped in urban chaos.

IT (86% RT) [TRAILER]

An ancient, child devouring evil lurks under the town of Derry, Maine, who manifests itself physically as the apex of one's fears. Over the centuries, It has developed a taste for children (whose fears are easier to conceptualize, apparently), and thus It's preferred manifestation is that of a google-eyed, drooling, and mildly pedaphilic clown named Pennywise. Without drenching this write-up with my slobbering love for this movie, please know that the director and actors absolutely nailed it. The book presents 1200+ pages of historical world building with time-jumping plot lines - and the movie does an amazing job portraying the phantasmagoric and fantastical, yet demon-beleaguered town of Derry. Director, Andres Muschietti and co. deserve every penny of the 300 million dollars it has grossed since release.

It Comes at Night (89% RT) [TRAILER]

It Comes at Night is a psychological slow-burner, relying on the fears of the unknown, of mistrust, and of post-apocalyptic desperation. The plot revolves around the plight of a family, isolated and hidden, in their forest home as an undefined and unnatural blight ravages the outside world. One day, another destitute family comes stumbling into their home, who are cautiously taken in. Paranoia and mistrust slowly begin to boil between the two families, awakening an evil greater than the zombie-esque disease they seek to hide from. It's an unnervingly fantastic film that will stick with you long after viewing.

Get Out (99%) [TRAILER]

You can't have a “best of horror” list without mentioning "Get Out." The plot, which involves a bi-racial couple making a visit to the girlfriend's (white) parent's house, is both sharp and nimble in its often satirical portrayal of racial tension. The over-the-top plot initially focuses on a particularly awkward form of racial envy, which quickly derails into something much more sadistic - all the while tinged with director Jordan Peele's trademark humor. It is a movie that gives hope to the genre and has absolutely cemented itself as one of the best horror flicks ever made.

Train the Busan (95%) [TRAILER]

A father and daughter find themselves fleeing through the countryside (via train) amidst a zombie apocalypse. It's predictable, gory, and over-the-top, but in our cinematic world, over-peppered with every kind of zombie flick conceivable, Train to Busan still explores nuances amidst its campy and relentless action. Simply put, "Train to Busan" is a well-made and exceptionally entertaining film that still offers a dose of originality from within its South Korean setting. Just try not to take it too seriously.

The Wailing (99%) [TRAILER]

In a quiet south Korean village, a strange visitor appears, and soon after people start violently killing each other. In a panicked desperation, the police consult the occult to aid in solving the mythical blight that threats to spread beyond the village's outskirts. The Wailing is best enjoyed without knowing too much, but this phantasmagoric and gritty film is a cemented gem of Korean horror. It has some flaws and is exceptionally long, but the exploration of creepy eastern cult-mythology makes it well worth the trek.

The Banshee Chapter (75% RT) [TRAILER]

A man goes missing after consuming some CIA branded psychedelic research chemicals - and his friend decides (with the help of a gonzo-inspired journalist) that she’s going to track him down.  They acquire the aforementioned chemicals and proceed to smoke them, which apparently allows an evil deity to invade their lives (this particular deity takes the spooky meter and sends it to level 10). The plot is, admittedly, pretty lame, but if you can embrace the campiness, you'll find the movie is legitimately terrifying. I was prepared for a b-movie cheese fest, but for real, this movie is exceptionally spooky.

Hell House (76%) [TRAILER]

A malfunction occurs in an Halloween attraction set on the site of a hotel with a nefarious past, causing the death of 15 people. A half decade later, a documentary crew decides to investigate the tragedy and end up acquiring some tapes of the incident. It's a bit cheesy, but the plot and the acting are pretty damn good for a straight-to-VOD, found footage B-movie. Most importantly, though, is that "Hell House" is extraordinary creepy; completely worth watching for the thrill of horror.

Hereditary (89% RT) [TRAILER]

Cemented by Toni Collette’s wonderful performance, Hereditary is easily the best horror movie of 2018. The movie presents one menacing sucker punch after another as it rips apart the ground beneath the security of home. Both devastating and anything-but-subtle, Hereditary is recommended to those who like ancient demons, candle lit seances, and the occult.

A Quiet Place (95% RT) [TRAILER]

A Quiet Place’s plot, both affecting and inventive, throbs with (at times) agonizing, hold-your-breath tension. At the core you will find a family of four, struggling to survive in a world inhabited by invasive, sound-sensitive creatures who would prefer the extinction of humans. John Krasinski serves as both director and acting lead, which is good news for those of us who could care less for the recent stream of superfluous action movies he’s been producing.

A Dark Song (91% RT) [TRAILER]

Brooding and methodical, A Dark Song is set-piece pagan horror at its finest. It features only two characters: A mother in mourning and an arrogant occultist whom she seeks the aid of. The duo lock themselves in an old mansion to enact a lengthy and risky ritual, one that (ideally) results in a wish being granted. The acting is both fantastic and believable as the characters, in typical horror movie fashion, make mistakes that send them into a descent of madness. It’s witchcraft-gone-wrong; a slow burner with the relentless dread and chaos of a waking nightmare. This is one of my all time favorite indie horror movies. Highly recommended. 

1922 (89% RT) [TRAILER]

Unreliably narrated via the confession of a father who murders his wife (and who also ropes his hesitant son into the act), 1922 is a brooding tale of a man driven to madness by way of guilt. There are no jump scares to be found, as the movie favors the father’s slow-rot suffering and his futile and increasingly desperate attempts to bury his festering guilt. Psychological horror at its finest, this King adaptation is another excellent addition to Netflix’s diverse and original collection of horror movies. The Ritual (71%) [TRAILER]

While imperfect at best, this B-movie, set in northern Sweden, provides an interesting set (creepy, frost-dusted hinterlands) inhabited by four bros and an imaginative monster who’d prefer they were hiking somewhere else. Ankles are sprained and tempers swell as the friends become increasingly lost amidst a forest of their misjudgment. This movie is the definition of “pretty decent” with enough substance to hopefully see you through to the “less than decent” finale. 

#Joe Hertler #horror #october #modern #movies

[cuidabeja]

Get to Know Me Ask

My buddy @squidiosyncrasies has tagged me to talk about myself, so here goes. Hopefully this isn’t dreadfully long, but if it is I can fix it later in theory

Rules: answer these questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better

Name: I haven’t yet connected my name with my tumblr at all, so I’m actually gonna keep that going for now.

Nickname: Just call me Cuida, or like fuckin’ anything really. It’s the internet my dude, just call me out

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff if I recall, but it’s been a while

Height: Big. I’m something like 6′4′’ but I honestly haven’t checked in literally years because it’s not something I care about beyond it being too big

Orientation: it’s complicated. I’m something like a Biromantic heterosexual, but the latter part there is suuuuper foggy and probably won’t hold at all going forward

Ethnicity: White.

Favorite Fruit: I’m not really a fruit dude. I’ll eat some fruit, but it has to be good. Pineapple probably wins though. JK it’s lemons. I will eat a lemon for you if you don’t believe me

Favorite Season: I like Summer, but I honestly don’t know why. They come with highs in the hundreds here, and lows in high seventies, but I just love the summer.

Favorite Book Series: I’m not going to talk about it too much, but I read four books in the Legends of the Keeper series, so I guess it’s my favorite but I stopped reading them because I fucking hate them and they’re awful in a bad way

Favorite Fictional Characters: There are a lot of these. None come to mind. I guess like Captain Malcolm Reynolds . . . Ensign Harry Kim . . . The Crystal Gems . . . Any character named Alucard tends to be something I like, but it’s funny because they’re also usually super edgy, which I generally hate

Favorite Flower: Irises

Favorite Scents: There are a lot of vague floral scents that I like, but really when it comes to liking scents it tends to be scents carried by houses of people that I know. It’s weird, and I can’t explain it

Favorite Color: Used to be deep purple, but now it’s shifting more toward indigo.

Favorite Animal: I’ll take most arthropods to be honest. I love my ranchos and my hymenoptera though, they’re all amazing

Favorite Artist/Band: I’ve decided to do what I did with movies and just have one that I say is my favorite. Vektroid

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Coffee ice cream, Yorkshire Gold tea with milk and sugar when I need to pep up, Iced tea always (no sugar pllllease), and hot chocolate sometimes 

Average Sleep Hours: Probably on the order of 10, but I don’t need it. I just don’t have things to wake up and do, you know?

Number of Blankets you Sleep with: More than one gets messy

Dream Trip: I don’t really like tripping about, but I’ve always wanted to eat food in Europe (all of it. All of the food in all of the Europe)

Last Thing Googled: I’ll be darned if it isn’t fucking “Japanese sexy gorilla” FML

Blog Created: It was last fall? It was last fall. Like August

How Many Blogs I Follow: 70

Number of Followers: 55

What Do I Usually Post About: Some may call it junk, me? I call them treasures

Do You Get Asks Regularly: not really,but I’d love to! Ask me things!

What’s Your Aesthetic: ughhhghgh where do i start? I’m a long haired californian man who doesn’t live on the coast so write that down. I love fucking rightful armor. I’ve always wanted a replica sword (like a good one) and/or a seax or basilard. I also like bullwhips for some reason and so I’ve wanted one of those. Idk I’m a mess I’m sorry I’m not gonna tag anyone, because I don’t want to. Y’all go do the thing and tag me in it though because I’ll read it!

#oh boy this certainly is long #sorry about the mess #thanks buddy #me #life

[janeaustentextposts]

Hi, I love your blog! Question: what do you think of Edward Ferrars? I feel as if a lot of people on the internet dislike him, but I can't see why. Do you like him as a character?

Thank you so much! :)I think every Austen ‘hero’ has some flawed element about them which humanizes them. Certainly since we spend less time in their company than the heroines and, socially, none of the men are ever at risk of suffering the decline of genteel poverty if they do not marry, so altogether I’m less inclined to be as sympathetic to them as I am to the ladies they eventually wed. Of course Austen’s heroines are human and flawed, too, but it’s just made a lot easier to generally bash on the dudes because they have fewer excuses for being fuckups, honestly. (Except Emma Woodhouse, like, honeeeey STOP.)

I think the issue encountered with Edward is that he’s not as dashing as other heros, in the Austen canon in general, and in S&S in particular. There’s Willoughby to first compare him to--dashing. as. fuck. Then there’s the Colonel, who, though older and more reserved than Willoughby, has a sensitive and poetic soul, the true courage of an active soldier, and the deep passion of a romantic gentleman. Edward is dreadfully prosaic by comparison! And he was foolish enough to be ensnared by Lucy, at a young age.

It’s very easy to slag off Edward; and, as a lot of more sensitive young readers might more readily identify with Marianne sooner than steady, cool, rational Elinor, the temptation to agree with her judgements of Edward is immediate and powerful. Edward seems to bumble about the plot, inadvertently messing with Elinor’s feelings, and we despise him for putting her in the position she ends up in as a jealous Lucy’s confidante.

BUT, I gotta admit I have a soft spot for ol’ Ferrars. In his defense, he’s kind of perfect for Elinor, and that’s the point. Marianne has finite, naive, and shallow ideas of what True Love ought to look like, and writes off every other possibility as Lesser. Elinor doesn’t want High Drama and all that rot...she wants someone companionable, honourable, and kind. Of course she doesn’t escape being touched by the agony of love, because in a weird twist of ironic fate, she cannot wholly command her heart quite as well as everyone (read: Marianne) seems to think she can and does, and she and Edward experience their share of lovelorn misery thanks to misunderstandings and the constraints of duty.

Point The Second: Edward was very young and naive when he engaged himself to Lucy. He later admits that he very quickly realized how awful an idea this was once he’s gone and lived a grown-up life around literally any other people for even a short period of time; and it’s only because he was a young man, kept idle, in the company of a pretty girl determined to make herself pleasing to him, that he made a foolish promise. His misery has been low-key ongoing before he even appears on the scene in the book. His grim acceptance of his eventual fate as Lucy’s husband prevents him from even letting himself think of Elinor as a possibility--he honestly doesn’t believe himself to be attractive enough a prospect, and figures he is not exerting himself to please as a man might attempt to please a woman to gain her regard, because they just get along in a friendly way and they’re sort of almost family, after all. In this weird grey-area limbo, disaster strikes and they both find themselves caught up in their affections before they realize what’s going on, and before they can stop it. Should Edward have been more guarded? Possibly. But again, Elinor’s coolness of manner and level-headedness is well-known to all her friends and family. In the style of Jane Bennet, Edward might have felt his heart unfortunately involved, but may have doubted Elinor’s returning his feelings in the same fashion.

Ultimately, Edward’s mistake in attaching himself to Lucy is no worse than Marianne’s attaching herself to Willoughby--and better, for Lucy and Edward don’t even really love one another, so there’s zero heartbreak in their eventual split. And Edward’s honour and chivalry go a long way in absolving him for some of the inadvertent crap he pulled. Eyes wide open, he knowingly severs ties with his mother (and his inheritance) to keep a promise made long ago, in error, to a girl he cannot even respect, because he knows how cruel and damaging it would be to her if he were to give up the engagement, once it was made public. Such promises, even held in secret for years, were a huge deal, and to break them could have even meant legal repercussions--though given the Steele’s comparative poverty and the Ferrars family’s money, it’s likely they could have bought their way out of any suit brought against Edward in the courts by Lucy. No, Edward sticks it out for honour. It was wrong to make the engagement, but it would be even more wrong for him to be the one to break it. Lucy is the only one who can release him from it, and, thank fuck, she does.

A common theme in Austen is the danger and misery of marrying without affection--and, in several cases, the worst marriages are the ones where there is not even a shred of respect between spouses. This would have been Edward’s willing fate, and though it breaks our hearts to think of so strictly denying oneself happiness, it’s a sign of how deep his personal convictions are, and how admirable his sense of self-sacrifice, to keep his own terrible, foolish promise. Certainly, in intentions, Edward was more than ready to pay for his mistake for the rest of his life.

If Elinor is willing to forgive Edward, I certainly am, and I think, by the end of it all, Edward has certainly suffered just as much as Elinor, (even, I think, partially believing that Elinor might be likely to go on to marry the Colonel, mistaking their friendship for some deeper connection,) and was prepared to suffer a great deal more, in marrying Lucy, that his quiet bravery and steadfast honour make him a hero worth liking.

#Ask Me Anything Austen-Adjacent #AMAAA #janevonlipwig

[firefrightfic]

Jaydick for 01 and Jason for 02 because I want to ask about both.

Excellent. Both are things I was hoping for XD

Jason Answers:

How I feel about this character:

Jason Todd is my favourite forever and he breaks my heart in too many ways. From the beginning where he was this sweet, homeless, abused kid who wanted to do right even as he was forced to do wrong to survive, to being Robin in the best period of his life. To the fallout where he was this teenage kid trying to process through the trauma of his earlier years and punished for it by the readership at the time, then finally to the jaded, angry, wounded vigilante he is now, who just still wants to do good. To help and protect those who cant’t do it themselves by any means necessary, even if it means he has to sacrifice his own connections and happiness to do so. I love Jason for his protective streak, his inability to stop caring as much as he tries to pretend otherwise. He’s self-destructive and in pain, and he’s done terrible things not because he enjoys it, but because he believes they’re necessary, and just… gah, how can you not love him?

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Dick, Tim, Damian, Bruce, Roy, Starfire (in the Outlaws ot3), Midnighter and most recently Slade which is all Skalidra’s fault.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Rebirth has absolutely made me fall for Artemis and Jason for this. Their whole dynamic is fantastic. I want them to go on road trips and have witty banter together forever.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Again, not sure if this is actually unpopular, but I do not like dude-bro Jason who hangs out in bars and drinks all the time. This is mostly Batman & Robin: Eternal’s fault and it really just grates on me so much. There was this whole effort to characterise Jason as the rebel/bad boy Robin in the most stereotypical way and please no. Luckily Rebirth seems to be backtracking on this approach.

One things I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Follow up with Bruce and Jason in the pre-52 canon. After all the drama and pain of Under the Hood, they never really met again? Like, ever? I think the closest there was is the message Bruce left for Jason after he died. I really wanted more effort on Bruce’s part to bring Jason home and demonstrate that, contrary to what Jason believes, he really does love him.

Other things include: That the first RHATO had been done better; that Jason had more of a reaction and there were bigger consequences to how far Bruce was willing to go to bring Damian back to life when he didn’t do the same for him; that Talia and Jason’s relationship had continued post-Lost Days.

my OTP:

JayDick, so much. See below XD

my cross over ship:

Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd. Formerly dead sidekicks unite!

a headcanon fact:

Jason donates a lot of money to women’s/homeless shelters and drug rehabilitation programmes for underprivileged kids. Otherwise, other than paying for his own equipment and needs, he actually lives pretty frugally (if comfortably). It’s a knock-on effect of his childhood that he just doesn’t feel comfortable spending excessively on himself when it’s not necessary, and if the money he has can keep others from going through what he and his mother did that’s a much better use for it than luxuries he doesn’t need.

JayDick answers:

when I started shipping it if I did:

Around 2 years ago? After I came back into the Batman feels after a long break, read some fanfiction and fell in love XD

my thoughts:

Stupid pretty boys who can emphasise with each other so much if they just give each other a chance.

What makes me happy about them:

So many things. I like them in a healthy relationship where they’ve slow-built and there’s trust and compassion and understanding on both sides for each others issues. I like how protective they could be over each other. How they both come from poorer backgrounds (though Dick had a much happier childhood than Jason did). I love how they both care about each other even if they’re not always great at showing it (see that punch Jason landed on Dick when they found out he wasn’t actual dead, and also Dick’s breakdown pre-52 on discovering Jason had died).

I enjoy portrayals of them on the unhealthier side too. I mean, when it’s Dick’s frustration over Jason’s behaviour and beliefs combined with Jason’s resentment of Dick for being ‘the favourite’ and the good one, the insurmountable pedestal he was always held up to and could never hope to match, building into sexual tension that eventually explodes is just so enjoyable.

What makes me sad about them:

A lot of things. Mostly that they never really had much of a chance to bond when Jason was Robin, due to Dick being at odds with Bruce at the time and also off with the Titans. I feel like Jason would have had so much of a better chance if Dick had been around for him then like he later was for Tim.

And let’s face it, that there’s a good chance their conflicting beliefs would realistically end up driving them apart if anything did ever happen.

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

I’ve seen some portrayals of Jason where he’s this semi-evil dude bro who is borderline abusive, if not outright, and Dick as the submissive uke who just rolls over for him (this is also a trend I’ve seen when Jason’s paired with Tim) and it drives me up the wall. Each to their own, but it’s not for me. Similarly, stories where Jason just gives up on his beliefs for the sake of being with Dick with no conflict or believable development about it. 

things I look for in fanfic:

Oh boy. Stories where Jason has/had a crush on Dick as a kid are my ever loving favourite. I also have a massive thing for sub/bottom!Jay in the relationship (with healthy understandings of each other’s boundaries included). Dick who does grand (even everyday) romantic gestures and Jason who constantly gets embarrassed about them because he just doesn’t know how to handle open expressions of affection. Either of them being protective over the other for whatever reason. And also especially stories where Dick is understanding and patient with Jason for all the traumas and pain he’s been through while also not taking his shit.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Dick/Starfire and Jason/Roy.

My happily ever after for them:

Something dreadfully normal where they live together and work as partners in their nighttime activities. Dick possibly takes over as Batman again for a while until Damian’s old enough for the role once Bruce retires, then goes back to being Nightwing. They adopt a couple of kids (because Dick definitely wants to dad, and to a lesser extent so does Jason, even though he’s afraid of messing it up), and eventually retire with most of their health, offering advice and a helping hand to the new, younger generations of heroes when they need it.

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Dick is the big spoon. At first Jason was actually more comfortable not sleeping in the stranglehold of another person, but Dick’s a cuddlebug in his sleep and he eventually learned to like it (especially when pillow barriers quickly proved to be no deterrent).

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Patrolling and fighting bad guys is the easy answer XD After that, working out, or racing in a playfully competitive way, either on bikes or foot (Dick almost always wins the latter, and it almost always leads to sex). Also the rare quiet moments at home, where Dick’s got a movie on and Jason’s probably reading, and they’re curled up against each other in comfortable silence

#asks #steeleblue #jaydick #meme

[kwistowee]

JON BERNTHAL as SGT. WAYNE JENKINS WE OWN THIS CITY (2022)

#jonbernthaledit #jon bernthal #we own this city #wayne jenkins #wotcedit #userthing #usersource #tvseriessource #dailytvsource #cinemapix #dilfsource #my*gifs #the size of his hands... #this is so cute #and it means nothing #this character is a dreadfully messed up dude #she seems so sweet and he is the worst

[kwistowee]

JON BERNTHAL as SGT. WAYNE JENKINS WE OWN THIS CITY (2022) *give the man an Emmy*

#jon bernthal #jonbernthaledit #we own this city #wayne jenkins #wotcedit #userthing #usersource #tvseriessource #dailytvsource #cinemapix #dilfsource #my*gifs #this character is a dreadfully messed up dude #he played him perfectly with so much range and nuance #how did he make me shed tears for this deplorable man?! #masterful performance #still hate the chin hamster

[kwistowee]

JON BERNTHAL as PAIGE WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS (2015)

#jonbernthaledit #jon bernthal #userthing #moviegifs #motionpicturesource #cinemapix #dilfsource #we are your friends #paige #my*gifs #this character is a dreadfully messed up dude #but he's so beautiful #wielding a baseball bat #that last gif #control yourself sir

[kwistowee]

JON BERNTHAL as TED in SICARIO | (2015) My goodness, what lovely plaid...

#jonbernthaledit #jon bernthal #userthing #moviegifs #motionpicturesource #cinemapix #dilfsource #sicario #ted #my*gifs #this character is a dreadfully messed up dude #but #he's a handsome dude #why is rolling sleeves up to expose forearms so attractive?! #holy broad shoulders batman #he thicc #why have i never seen this exit giffed?! #denim #walk walk fashion baby

[kwistowee]

JON BERNTHAL as TED in SICARIO | (2015)

#jon bernthal #jonbernthaledit #userthing #moviegifs #motionpicturesource #cinemapix #dilfsource #sicario #ted #my*gifs #he's a handsome dude #this character is a dreadfully messed up dude #so just imagine he is just a dude seeing you across the room #and leave it at that

[kwistowee]

What Still Remains - 88/?

#colin o'donoghue #what still remains #post-apocalyptic ruggedness #peter #gosh he is pretty #this character is a dreadfully messed up dude #wsredit #my*gifs #what a performance #he suddenly exudes sinister chaos and it's terrifying