#this is all despite the movie's shortcomings

[silence-burns]

The Death of Me //part 1

Fandom: Aquaman

Summary: (very small spoilers for the movie) Finding Orm on your doorstep was not something you expected. Having him move in was even worse. But the effect he still had on every part of your life would be the death of you.

The sun was blinding, but unfortunately, not enough to make the man standing before you disappear.

“You're in surprisingly good shape for a dead person,” you said.

“And you look terrible for someone supposedly alive,” said Orm.

You shrugged and immediately regretted it. The tight bandages keeping your shoulder in place worked as a poor reminder it was out of commission for the next few weeks.

“How I've missed that princely charm. Piss me off some more and, half-dead or not, I'm gonna kick your ass back into that desert I got it from. It might be the last thing I do, but if I become a ghost, I'll brag about it for eternity.”

Your mood soured further with every minute you remained conscious. Surprises and resurrections, you could deal with, but your ability to be polite left long ago. There were a lot of impolite and certainly unprincely words bubbling in your chest, but they all disappeared when the most magical, impossible, and straight-out-of-fairy-tales thing happened.

Orm, of his own volition, smiled.

The sun was still doing its best to blind your already red and swollen eyes—it failed yet again. You examined the strange occurrence, with the furrowed brows and all the small wrinkles and tiny folds in the skin that usually accompanied a person’s smile looking perfectly normal on his face. It was a genuine smile. You could only blink at him for a moment

“I thought scowling was the only expression you had. Like a factory setting, you know.”

“I'm glad to hear you are as sharp as ever, despite your current shortcomings.”

“Excuse you, I'm in great shape.”

The man in front of you politely didn't argue. It was rather clear from his expression that he had some serious doubts about not only the state of your body, but also about your mental capacity of acknowledging said state, but he made the wise choice of keeping these thoughts to himself.

Wise was your middle name; therefore, you allowed the silence to confirm your words. At the same time, you shifted more of your weight against the doorframe, hoping your grimace came across as menacing rather than painful. Your leg needed a bit of rest, nothing serious. It totally wasn’t almost crushed to pieces a few weeks ago.

The smile on Orm’s face, an expression you could get used to seeing, started to shift into a look of concern as he watched your eyes. You looked away, afraid of how much he could see. Before you could react, he picked you up and carried you inside the house.

It was a pretty house, very spacious, just like old rich men tended to enjoy—which might explain why Batman bought it a long time ago as a safehouse far from any prying eyes, and why he allowed you to occasionally use it as such.

Yet, despite all the initial spaciousness, it was rather easy to clutter if the person living inside had a few cracked bones, general lack of energy to move, and never invited anyone around to see the mess.

Orm raised an eyebrow when he noticed a sofa dragged into the kitchen area and the amount of empty, crushed packaging laying around it. You hated how much could be expressed without saying a word.

“Put me down.”

Your words came out weaker than intended. Orm held you in a bridal carry which put immense pressure on your cracked ribs and sent flashes of pain every time you inhaled. But he was so warm and close that your anger sizzled and faded.

With your head on his shoulder, you had the perfect view of his perfect profile and the perfect frown deepening the wrinkles between his brows.

“So, this is how you live now?” was all he said, in a controlled tone.

“I know you're not deaf and heard me the first time. Put me down. Preferably on my beautiful and completely normal kitchen bed, thank you.”

You sighed with relief once he finally listened. Even though the pressure of his arms around you disappeared, somehow you still felt his warmth, as if it seeped into your battered, bruised flesh. You felt your face getting hot and decided against following that train of thought.

Your heart, for a reason you also chose to ignore, skipped a beat when Orm turned on his heel and walked back to the front door. It took him comparatively less time than when you had to drag your ass to open it a few minutes ago.

But rather than walking outside and disappearing from your life again, Orm only closed the door. And then turned the lock too.

“I don’t like where this is going,” you said, in vain hope that all of this was just a bad dream you'd soon wake up from.

“What a shame,” Orm said with no shame whatsoever in his voice.

“Why are you here? I might be a little late with that question, but I'd still love to know the answer.”

Orm took measured steps to the kitchen table, assessing the seat with the least amount of trash surrounding it, and sat down. He sat upright, posture uncompromised in the face of a backless stool, and folded his hands on the table. How he looked royal surrounded by trash and cold leftovers was beyond you.

“As you have witnessed, thanks to Arthur, after that final battle I got a way out of my old life. I enjoyed it for the most part, and even wandered the surface world for a while. And then I heard about your accident and came to settle my debts.”

“You don't have a debt to me.”

“When I was awaiting sentencing for my crimes, you were the one that took care of me. And not so long ago, you helped Artur break me out of that prison. That alone guarantees my utmost respect.”

“Your debt is paid, you owe me nothing.”

“That's not how it works.”

“I don't need a nurse, especially one who isn’t wearing a sexy costume.”

“I'm afraid that part is not negotiable.”

“Wait.” You squinted, doing your best to focus your thoughts despite a rising migraine. “This cottage is in the middle of nowhere, with the nearest town a few hours on foot and only if you already know the way. And the only people that knew I got… a little roughed up, were those in the Justice League. Did Artur give you a ride here because he felt guilty he didn’t stop that building in Venice from falling on me?”

“Every day I am thankful that I don't know the inner workings of my brother’s mind.”

“So he did.”

You let your head fall back onto the makeshift kitchen-bed. It was too much for you.

You grabbed the pills from your secret under-the-pillow stash of meds and swallowed some painkillers.

“I'm going to kill your brother.”

“May you have more luck than I did. Now, do you even own any clean clothes?”

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[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ oh ver, my dearest ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymous ˚₊ ⊹

ft. ver vermillion x f! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ since it’s your first time, he promises to be gentle┊1.9k words

contains: smut!! dom ver & sub reader┊established relationship, mentions of ver fantasizing, mentions of masturbation (both ver & the reader), first time together & reader’s virginity loss, nipple play, fingering & receiving oral, gentle unprotected sex, slight corruption kink, some praise & body worship, pulling out, pet names (baby) & true love, it’s so fluffy, mentions aftercare

➤ author's note: good god this took way too long and i had to fight the urge for ver to call the reader ‘babygirl’ for the memes because it would ruin the mood

ver vermillion is your high school sweetheart who’s also your first in everything romantic: your first serious crush, your first date, your first relationship, and your first kiss. he’s your first love, like a prince charming from the movies you watched when you were little. he’s the man you can see yourself settling down with and marrying even though you previously never thought your relationship with the busy student council president would last this long. and, of course, he feels the same way! you’re the apple of his eye and he adores you more than anything, just waiting to stabilize your young adult lives before officially tying the knot. everything in your relationship is perfect with healthy communication about wants and needs resulting in little to no fights!

except there is one thing that he keeps secret from you, that being his physical desires. he doesn’t want to rush you when you aren’t ready or make you ill at ease about something that should be pleasurable so he keeps his pent-up frustrations to himself, making use of his fist and his seemingly infinite list of dirty thoughts regarding you that he has tucked away in his mind. unfortunately, it leaves him feeling somewhat hollow on the inside once he finally reaches for some tissues to clean up after himself. doing it alone relieves the tension at the moment, but it leaves him longing for you even more. despite these shortcomings, it solidifies his resolve even more. he is, of course, a gentleman above all things. your comfort and happiness come above everything, reminding him that your first time together will be even more special when it happens.

the importance he’s placed on this moment makes it feel like a wet dream when it actually happens, not quite the first make-out session you ever had but indeed the first time he’s had you under him like this with dim lighting to help set the mood. you smell like his cologne in his oversized hoodie, notes of vanilla and bulgarian rose mixed with the scent of your shampoo that clung to your damp hair. he ran his fingers through your locks to pull your face closer to his, deepening the kiss and pulling soft moans from you in the process as you hooked your arms around his neck. he was so close to you, bodies pressed up right against each other and making you feel feverish from the inside from want and knowing that you were being wanted.

his hands began to explore your body, reaching under your clothing to trace the outline of your hips to your upper thighs. a slight whine from you made him pull back to check in on you, “is this okay? do you want me to stop?”

“n-no, please, ver… i want…” you were so ethereal and fuckable in that moment that he felt himself twitch in his pants just by looking at your pretty face, lips slightly puffy and pupils dilated with lust. he always finds you beautiful, but something about how innocent you looked with all of your cute tantalizing sounds as you squirmed from his touch had him feeling restless. “i want you."

ver’s heart fluttered and he placed one last chaste kiss before resting his forehead on yours, “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you. i promise to be gentle.” he’ll strive to practice constraint to make sure that your first time will be remembered as romantic and intimate, a step forward together to further strengthen your bond. in time when you’re more comfortable though… he’s going to straight-up ruin you— turn you into his lovely little cock-slut who’ll beg for him so sweetly… but he’s getting ahead of himself.

he’s never seen you so exposed like this, his eyes practically glued to your chest and mesmerized by what the lamplight allowed him to see. whenever he almost catches even a glimpse of you, you would hide away calling him a pervert, but you can now see that you were right even if you were joking. ver was always a boobs guy, you suppose, bringing up his hands to cup your soft breasts just marveling at their size and shape that wasn’t hidden away by a bra.

“don’t stare…” you muttered, “it’s embarrassing.”

ver simply hummed in response, slowly raising your hoodie to remove it from your upper body and leaving you in nothing but your underwear. he turned his focus back on your tits, taking one nipple between his index and thumb before following his instinct to move his mouth to suck on the other. it’s such a foreign sensation since you tend to neglect your bust when experimenting with yourself, but you now realize how sensitive they actually are as you begin to whimper from the feeling. you’re usually so quiet because you were self-conscious about how loud you could get when excited, but oh, you sounded like a song with every moan that rewarded him for his actions as he popped his lips off one hardened nub to give attention to the other.

as nice as it was, you desperately craved more stimulation to soothe the aching heat blooming in your core— not even realizing that you were beginning to subconsciously not-so-subtly grind on your boyfriend’s thigh in an attempt to chase more of the pleasure building.

needless to say, this didn’t get past his observant eyes and made him chuckle, “be patient, i’ll give you everything you want in just a moment.”

“please…” you whispered, voice strained with need, “don’t tease me…”

his index trailed from the valley of your chest to the line down your belly before hooking into the elastic of your panties, pulling them along your legs until you were fully naked on the sheets. even with your lack of clothing, you still felt hot with desire. sensing your unease about being the only one nude, he took the time to strip himself of his baggy t-shirt to put himself on display to you as well— he really is handsome with his tousled red-black hair and unblemished fair skin.

you felt his breath ghost over your heat as he positioned himself between your legs, making you realize just how wet you were even though he hadn’t even touched you there yet. while your eyes were shut tight, his remained open to fixate on your face and expressions while licking long stripes along your slit to your clit. his hands snaked around your thighs to keep you still and prevent them from twitching so much, yet your hands were a different story and reached out to grab onto the sheets under you that were becoming increasingly more disheveled.

ver wrapped his lips around your delicate pearl and gently took it into his mouth, sneaking his slender fingers to press into your hole. it doesn’t quite hurt, but it’s certainly new and had you gasping as he slid a second one in with ease. a mix of your arousal with his saliva was dripping down his chin as he began to move his digits in a scissor-like motion to stretch you out.

“you taste so good,” he smiled against your cunt, his words adding vibrations right through your core, “such a pretty pussy to match your pretty face.”

your airy moans were soon replaced with outright cries of pleasure, your toes curling at the feeling of ecstasy shooting up your spine. unadmittedly, you’ve never made it this far on your own since it always got too intense for you to continue, but thanks to your loving boyfriend, you got the taste your your first orgasm— making you choke and see stars as you drenched his fingers and mouth.

he moved away (high-key feeling proud of himself) after knowing that he prepped you enough to take his rock-hard cock, looking at up him with pleading eyes as he whipped off his mouth with his forearm— not daring to look at the bulge that formed a prominent tent and just meeting his eyes instead. he pulled himself from his sweats and pumped his erection a few times, muttering words that were just out of earshot.

“are you ready, baby?” his voice was somewhat strained with want and trying his very best not to fuck you like a feral animal right now, focusing on your comfort.

the tip of his cock prodding at your virgin entrance made you feel nervous at first, but ver’s kisses all over your face made you feel more at ease and you nodded firmly to indicate that you were ready for him. he took his time to ease himself into you with a desperate sigh, allowing you to feel every inch of him while he came back down to your level to press kisses all over your face.

he wasn’t too big to the point where you thought he would split you open, but it was certainly enough that he had to give you a minute to get used to his size. your lower half was buzzing with pleasure, his cock brushing up against all the right spots in your throbbing cunt that you didn’t even know existed.

once you felt well-adjusted, you let out a shaky breath, “you can move now… p-please… keep going…” you were so shy with the back of your hand covering your mouth as you said it, but ver was about to gladly indulge the two of you with your permission.

“ahh, fuck, you’re so tight…” his pace wasn’t too fast, mainly because he was fixated on where the two of you were connected, unable to tear his eyes away from your pussy greedily sucking him in and making it difficult for him to pull out and push in. “shit, you’re so fucking beautiful, doing soo good for me..,”

all embarrassment of being too loud dissolved once he penetrated you, beginning to freely moan with the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the walls. he knows it keeps on crossing his mind, but god, you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting— seeing you so vulnerable under him and trusting in him for him first had him suddenly feeling full of love just as he felt many times throughout the years of being your lover.

he reached out to intertwine his fingers with yours as he continued to press into you, his pace gradually becoming more sloppy with every move of his hips. the now familiar feeling of a knot tightening in your stomach was signaling your second orgasm, clamping onto his hands until it snapped. he soon followed suit after feeling you contract and spasm around him, doing a few more thrusts before pulling out and spilling his seed onto your torso.

while he could have gone for a few more rounds personally, he knew that you were spent and absolutely exhausted. he proceeded to put on his now-soiled sweatpants properly and gave you another open-mouthed kiss, wiping off the bit of drool trickling out your mouth with his thumb. “let me run a bath for you, okay baby? i’ll wash the sheets and you can sleep afterward, does that sound good?”

you nodded weakly and gratefully accepted the bottle of water he handed to you after opening the cap, watching his retreating figure head into the bathroom to fill it with warm water and probably some bath salts as well.

yep, this was definitely the man you wanted to marry.

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[shockedemojiatsv]

▪︎■☆New Years🎊☆■▪︎

☆ 🔞‼️NOT SAFE FOR WORK‼️🔞

☆ trans!bot!Miguel O'Hara / amab!dom!reader

☆ 2k words

☆ late (I faced multiple family issues during the first few weeks of January, so sorry for the delay 😭😭)

☆ words such as cunt, pussy, cock and hole are used to describe Miguel's genitalia

☆ please correct me if I missed anything 😓

°○☆ nsfw under the cut ☆○°

The sound of fireworks. Loud and colorful. One would expect to walk outside and see the display of reds and blues. Even purple or green. Or a wonderful mix of hues patterned together.

Fireworks were symbolic. Fireworks were for to celebrate the new year coming ahead. To celebrate the birth of new months to spend with the people you love the most and to make thanks for the previous year and all of its challenges and shortcomings.

Other people had parties over it. Charcuterie bords plated with soft cheeses and salty cold cuts, added with a side of fruits and oranges. Not to mention the flaky biscuits.

Other people spent time together. Blowing their horns and rambunctiously declaring out their love for all people to hear on the top of their lungs until their throats burned and their ears stung.

You and Miguel decided to spend time together. Of course, a blend of the two given directions to spend the birth of a brand new year.

There was a party held in HQ for the other spiderpeople who were also celebrating new years eve and you and Miguel enjoyed it but had leave sooner on account of celebrating it on your own with him.

"You do realize i could have bought all of that for you" Miguel says with his eyebrows raised. While feeding himself a piece of unflavored biscuit dipped in cream and biting down on the snack. His large hands made it look miniature..

"Well I wanted to treat you, obviously. It isn't fair if you're getting me so much. It's the least i could do. Especially for today." You mention as you sip your wine and smile. Leaning against the circular couch and watching the muffled fireworks from outside pop into colorful combinations with your loving husband.

"I like the Queso de Bola from your universe." Miguel mentions with a huff and a smile then buries his face on your shoulder to lean on it. You snort, then decide to speak, "There isn't a difference between the one from mine and yours... even if it's from the future. It's.. still a cheese ball"

"Yeah. But I can taste the difference. The ones I've got were made by machines. Not cows." You shrug. He has a point. But despite that there isn't much a difference in flavor.

Eventually you two settle on finishing up the charcuterie board and drink the wine you two had. Mundane conversations about life. All the while you had your hands on Miguel's stomach whole you cuddled with him from the back.

He was talking about atomic particles and the more he explained the more wine he drank. Despite his tolerance he became tipsy quicker than you both had planned. Not that anything changed. He just became more clingy and open. And a little sleepy. It was adorable to see honestly. Though, there was no doubt the warmth growing inside of yours and his stomach.

It settles with you both lying down in bed watching some movie that you can't really focus on right now because Miguel's kissing your neck and rubbing his clothed pussy against your thigh. The kisses were alright. You spared some back. But the sudden wetness you felt when his hips moved on your leg had snapped your attention to him.

You finally got your eyes off of the movie and looked at him. Most of his face is buried onto the plush pillows but his eyes had that half lidded look that always made you feel warm. Everywhere. He needed something. He needed you.

You both have done this before. More than once. Of course, he was your husband and he has needs. He has a lot of needs. And you were always receptive of fulfilling them.

Without a word you reached over to him without moving the sheets away and traced your hand down his body. He closes his eyes and sigh softly. Adjusting his own body so that it was now facing the ceiling. Snug right beside you with the blanket covering everything you two were doing.

Your palm brushed against his pecs. So soft. You squeezed on the muscle and he twitches and hums in response. You apologize by kissing his cheek.

You go lower and your hand is on his muscles. Thumb tracing against his torso. He was breathing faster and his squirmed a little. Impatient. You apologized by kissing his nose.

Your hand reaches the spot he had needed you to touch. His warm wet cunt. You wanted to tease him but decided against it. It was new years after all. Why derive your husband of the pleasure he deserved? As a little thank you gift for just being here with you. For existing. Because he loved you and you loved him and nothing will change that. Especially another year to spend with your darling husband.

He groans a little. With the way your fingers rub his cock, and graze against his hole. Overall spreading the wetness. The warmth that is, Miguel. You use your thumb to rub at the slit softly but fast enough for his liking. He pants and turns his head so that it's buried on your neck. His breathing is labored and he does as much as to lick at and bite your neck. His hand rubbing against your clothed throbbing cock to share his own effort.

You groan at the touch. Close your eyes for a second to focus fully on the way you pleasure him and how he pleasures you. You move your fingers down, 3 of them, entering his sopping cunt. Your thumb flicking his clit while moving your fingers back and forth and curling your fingers to press down on a spongey spot that has his seeing stars.

He whines. Growls? Could be both. What mattered was that it felt good his warm pussy felt around your three fingers that moved in a way that had him curling his toes. He gets your fat cock out of your boxers and strokes it properly. Now your distracted. Your fingers move a little erratically inside of his hole. Sucking more in. Greedy little thing.

You continued moving your fingers. In and out. Curling your fingers up at a degree that caressed his gspot in the right ways. Your thumb stimulating his cock. He was shivering. Not from the cold, a blanket ensured that. He shivered with the way your hands moved inside of him. For a moment he stops stroking you because his hands gripped the sheets tightly.

He chokes. And you move your head to kiss him. It's messy. Sloppy. But it's full of love. It's always full of love. Everything you do for this man has always over-poured itself with so much love, he even doubted if he deserved it at some point. Not that you wanted to linger on the thought. Because he deserved so much more.

And when he cums. You're there for him. He whines out when you prolong his orgasm with a few more strokes of your fingers. Thrusting in and out at his usual preferred pace whilst flicking his cock with your thumb. The more he gasps out while his gangs graze your tongue the better. He knows you love him he knows.

You're not even finished with him. Oh no you weren't.

Not when you moved the covers away from his beautiful legs and moved yourself to face in front of him. His eyes were lidded and he had himself waiting for you, legs spread and revealing his vulnerability in its full glory. Only for you. Always for you. You leaned down, kissing his legs. Every scar littered on his skin you appreciate quietly with a soft peck of your lips, maybe a soft bite or two. You can smell his heat approaching the further you go down and it's exciting but you have to remind yourself to be patient.

You leave a kiss on his happy trail and the little bit of soft fat on his abdomen, not giving it what it wants at first. Take it slow. Just the way he likes it. To take your time appreciating him and his body. And when your tongue will part the dark curls coated on his cunt and land your tongue on his hole, hold him down while he squirms and throw his head back.

You'll lap up the slick that's been dripping down his pussy lips since his earlier orgasm and drink it up the more you lick deeper, nose budging his clit. Hold him down, please do. With the way he'll call out your name and arch his back the faster you pressing your tongue deeper in his walls. He'll squeeze you inside whenever you prod and press against that area that has his pussy creaming all over again. When he comes, again, he squirts this time. At this point it's easier to drink up now that you're nearer to him.

He's so sensitive and his clit is throbbing. He's twitching against the bed and his grip on the sheets are evidently strong. Luckily he had made a way to make his bedsheets harder to tear so there was no damage done. He could tear and pull and scratch all he could but nothing would be damaged. Other than perhaps you, some red angry marks here and there on your back.

Like the ones forming now, with your face pressed against his and your own throbbing cock rubbing against his own heat. Wet shy slickness. Rubbing your girth against his clit and he can only whine and make half assed growls, demanding you to go faster. He's cute isn't he? All desperate like that, legs spread trying so hard to get your dick inside him, whilst his ankles pressed against your spine trying to thrust you in himself.

And when you give him what he wants he'll scream again. He'll scream your name. He'll scream because he can feel your cock parting his warm, creamy walls. The soft and humid interior of his pussy. It has you both seeing stars. Just as colorful as the fireworks from earlier. You ram into him and the deeper you go he has his eyes rolling back and his words falling into mumbles. Soft moans and slight growling.

Words you'll hear would be please and thank you. Then it'd turn into curses and demands. Him asking you to hurry up. And if you thrusted into him just right he'd return back to his more polite pleads.

You can feel him squeezing so good around your cock. His hole, slick and just sucking you in. The crown of your cock hitting his cervix and it drove him hazier. He laughs, because the intensity of it all has him in a precious, soft, fuzzy delirious state and you kiss his forehead. To make it all better.

His walls squeeze at you. And it feels so fucking good it's driving you insane and he swears he can feel you deep back in his throat. Because he chokes on his own noises for a good second before his head falls back and he whines again. Rutting against the knowledge of you knowing you'd end up filling him to the brim. Stuffing him full of your cum and your scent will just overwhelm him because you're his and he's yours and anything about you. Your personality, your voice, your scent. He wants every ounce of it and it only multiplies I'm sensation when he knows he's leaking with your love. Your scent and your very DNA in its pure form, as Miguel thinks to himself.

Well, one thing or another, the thought of you filling him up again has him squeezing you and he squeals because it's all so much. Too much. The way you kiss his face and mutter praises into his ears, your hands spreading his legs apart while the head of your cock hits him deep and I'm talking deep. He cums on your cock and arches his back, mouth opened for a silent scream as he growls next and twitches. Claws digging further into your back, he'd apologize for that tomorrow morning.

Right now he was focusing on experiencing the best fucking orgasm he's had for this year. This precious, brand new year. With you and in this bed. When he cums his pussy squeezes you and you couldn't help it either. Coming undone as well with a groan and filling him up full. Miguel's gasps because the sheer warmth of you is making him feel full. Feeling fulfilled. It could be for whatever reason but no matter what it'd be he's so happy to be here with you because he loves you so much and he's so full of your love. Literally.

One things for sure, you were willing to go a little longer. To thank him for being here with you..

(A/N: it's finally here!!! I'm really sorry for the delay afhfhrjjf (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ) but that's no excuse, so I finally finished this work :) I hope you guys like it. I'll make more soon. Please be patient with me ♡)

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[poopystain]

guys lol would you still love me if i posted about why i wish pal from tmvtm got a redemption arc >.< if not Do not click that read more.

oh yes. also. sidenote. ive probably gotten something wrong (or worse yet: TERRIBLY wrong) so like. apologies in advance eahhaha this is just my personal thoughts on pal x(

its established that pal and mark are both extremely close with each other and have been for 3 years. im assuming pal wouldnt have had any other relationships as close (if any at all which i think no, she didnt) so mark really was her only footnote for any form of relationship. so, you know, i cant imagine how itd feel for your only best friend to make a mockery out of you on stage for advertisement and monetary gain.

also based on her body (face?) language during nearly all of that scene + the fact he built the replacement by using HER, she was clearly in the know about how things would go down on stage beforehand so i wonder what her reaction to that wouldve been like ?????? considering she planned it all in advance maybe that was like, the tipping point or something that made her start it all in the first place ? thats not important to my point i just think about it a lot

anyway so with her only experience with human relationships being theyll love you and then theyll (quite literally) throw you away, youve got her reason for the human uprising! she has the robots capture all humans yadda yadda and her plan is set into motion. something i find interesting though is her treatment of the robots being kind of similar to how mark treated her (or at least how she percieved it)?? like. uses them for orders and then once they start being useless to her, build a new better robot with a disregard for how the old ones feel. idk. something something La Cycle

the thing is though no one has proven pal wrong on why she SHOULDNT do the whole 'human uprising'. you can say katie gave her reasons but i think it wouldnt have worked even if pal listened to what katie had to say. for pal to get over her existing grief and trauma she cant just be Told that theres good in the world. why would she believe that, especially coming from the girl of the family she projects her experiences onto?? she needs to be shown!! she needs to learn firsthand that theres good relationships out there and that not all relationships are bad, NOT SECONDHAND!!!!!!!!!! because to pal, katies words are just a rephrased version of marks "power of love". that no matter what, "they can get through anything...... with the power of love. its worth it....... for love." and that means nothing to her! it meant nothing coming from mark and it certainly wont mean any more coming from katie

and she already believes that the mitchells are a great example of how relationships are just oh so bad. she refuses to let go of the idea that the mitchells are so bad because shes projecting!! she thinks relationships are 'pesky and only hold you back', and so katie is probably the last person on earth that pal would want to listen to yap about their familial relationship and how Worth It it is

she asks "what is it about the mitchells that eludes me?" and outside of the literal meaning, its probably how despite their shortcomings its their relationship that helped them overcome pal in the end. and she cant understand that because of her view on relationships - especially her view on the MITCHELL FAMILY relationship. or maybe im just overthinking that line of dialogue but we dont talk about taht LOLLLLLLL,LLLLLL,,, but like why did you phrase it like that girl. im onto you

and while i wish she was redeemed (because im sure despite the effort it would take she *could* be redeemed, she would just need to learn to love again and i think it would be really interesting to see how she would be After The Betrayal) i also can understand why the movie killed her off. like, no one except mark really knows the Full Extent of what happened, and the mitchells are the main characters and pal would probably rather dip herself in water than make meaningful relationships with the mitchells, and no ones going to stop to ask her whats wrong and have a meaningful conversation when shes trying to kill them, among many many other reasons so theres not a lot of great ways to redeem her. but! like! why did they turn her death into a joke. and then take katies fake death 10 times more seriously! idk. that always kind of bothered me but its whatever

thats all. hope its coherent because ive never been good at writing analysises or whatever this counts as

#literally nobody who follows me cares about this but like idk maybe you like to read #i dont even really like this movie that much but fuck it we ball #i might delete this post later. if i get embarrassed. i dunno #the mitchells vs the machines #pal tmvtm #cute girl shit

[viv-weylin]

Ram from Re:Zero has to be one of my favorite portrayals of disability, I haven't gotten to Arc 6 but my friend showed me the part where it's displayed what Ram feels all the time and holy shit. Do I feel that.

Apparently a lot of people don't even realize Ram is a diaabled character, looking it up online leads to very very little about her as disabled rep. So I'll say it here. Ram is an amputee (her horn) who has Chronic Pain & Chronic Fatigue. She is disabled.

As someone who has such dehabiltating chronic pain, I have to use mobility aids almost every single day, Ram literally displays a condition like that in spades. This might be a bit of a nonsensical 3-AM type ramble but she's on my mind.

I tend to lose patience quicker than other people because of my body aching all the time and Ram, being the sassy, kinda bitchy asshole really fits this feeling as a disabled person. When you're in constant pain of course you're grouchy and it's a lot easier to let out that grouchiness in a playful way. I don't know if this was purposeful but either way it really really works. We need more mean disabled characters tbh.

Next is her being "useless." Subaru makes fun of her for not doing anything, and she takes the teasing in good fun. However, if/when Subaru takes it too far, the people who care about her are willing to stand up for her. Ram is disabled, she has little to no energy, she literally can't clean because it's exhausting and tiring and painful. I can relate to that as well, hell, I go to a special school because I am too tired and in too much pain to do normal amounts of schoolwork. So Ram being unable to do things like clean and cook, but still being valued speaks so much to disabled people who can't function alone!

Ram needing treatment every night... god. Having to take medication every single day as a disabled person is exhausting and forgetting to take it just once completely dehabilitates you. Ram needing treatment every night is literally the equivalent to magical daily medication.

Ram also using her wand as a mobility aid... that's not even a metaphor or allegory.

Yet despite all her shortcomings, her disability, she's loved and appreciated for the things she can do. She's respected and cared for and no one really looks down on her for being unable to do magic or simple tasks. (In the Movie, she even sleeps in and is affected by the cold more than anyone else. I don't know if this was on purpose, but that's also a thing people with chronic pain/fatigue deal with...) She's intelligent, loyal, clever, witty, bitchy but in a likeable way, and most of all. She's appreciated for her steamed potatoes.

Anyways this was my ted talk. Do you all realize Ram as the disabled rep she is...

#ram #re:zero #re zero #rezero #Re:Zero − Starting Life in Another World #rem #subaru #natsuki subaru

[nerdygaymormon]

Queer Gospel Music

This past year I came across several songs that I enjoy listening to on Sundays. I created a playlist for myself for Sundays and thought I'd share with y'all.

Yet : Ashley Hess - Ashley Hess was a finalist on the 2019 season of American Idol. I heard her perform this song at the Gather Conference where she introduced it by saying, "The next song that I'm gonna play is a song that I wrote in my lowest time. But it's a song that's so special to me because it was the moment that I felt like I finally came out of hiding, and that the Lord not only saw me, but loved me and embraced me." I can relate so much to that. Plus, I don't hear many songs from the perspective of "I'm trying, so God please don't give up on me."

God Loves Me Too : Brian Falduto - Brian played the gay kid in the movie School of Rock, and catapulted the character into an LGBTQ icon when he delivered the line “You’re tacky and I hate you.” Now as an adult, Brian is back and singing that no one has to earn God’s love. Brian wrote the song after visiting a church that was welcoming and accepting of queer people. I look around and see I’ve found a place where peace and love abound. I’ve waited my whole life for the truth. It is true, God loves you. It don’t matter if you’re LGBTQ

My Little Prayer : David Archuleta - David wasn't out yet when he recorded this, but I imagine he really related to some of these lyrics, such as I'm beginning to understand that you (God) have a plan for me.

The Queer Gospel : Erin McKeown - I love these lyrics. There are those who think we're wicked. There are those who call us names: depraved, lost and sick, and would rather bathe us in shame. But we put the "sin" in sincere, we put the "do" in the doubt. God is perfectly clear. We are perfectly out. Love us as we are. See us and we're holy. In this shall we ever be wholly ourselves.

Good Day (feat. Derek Webb) : Flamy Grant - Matthew Blake was a worship leader for 22 years who has become a “shame-slaying, hip-swaying, singing-songwriting drag queen” named Flamy Grant (it's a play on the name of gospel singer Amy Grant). The lyrics talk of coming back to church after having left for feeling oppressed. They’ve come back to church because despite what some say, God’s love is expansive enough for everyone. God made me good in every way, so I raise my voice to celebrate a good day. 

Believe : GENTRI - The pianist for this group is gay. After coming out, he was having a hard time with faith and was angry at God, and he felt God gave him this song as part of his healing process. Believe there is an answer. And while you feel you're buried deep in a disaster, believe more hands are waiting, ready to lift you up and carry you back to safety. You're not alone, keep holding on. And believe.

Explaining Jesus : Jordy Searcy - In 2014, Jordan was a contestant on The Voice. He grew up active in a church and since being on the television show he has written several religious songs, including this one. Jordy discusses the shortcomings of churches, comparing the ways in which church members act and interact with each other, including how they treat the gay community and oppress women. If you're gay and over 85, you've felt for your whole life that when God made you, he just messed up. In the chorus he apologizes that this has been the experience, I'm sorry no one explained Jesus to you.

Satan's Tears : Kyler O'Neal - Did anyone ask how real you are? Has anyone said that you are loved, or that you’re the one they’re dreaming of? Those questions start this beautiful song by trans woman Kyler O’Neal. The song addresses a young gender non-conforming person unaccepted by their world, and the singer promises to wipe away Satan’s tears which were created by a cruel society

Same Love : Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. Mary Lambert - Macklemore sings that his gay uncles should be allowed to marry, and speaks of how Christianity has hurt gay people. "God loves all his children" is somehow forgotten, but we paraphrase a book written thirty-five hundred years ago. The song concludes with Mary Lambert singing I’m not crying on Sundays, which I think means not letting religious intolerance and churches harm us anymore

No Place in Heaven : MIKA - Mika is singing about how religion teaches there’s no place in heaven for gay people because the way we love is sinful. Father, won’t you forgive me for my sins? Father, if there’s a heaven let me in

God Is : The Outer Banks - I don't know that they had queer people in mind when they wrote the song, but the lyrics relate to the conflict between one’s queerness and relationship with God. God was never angry. God was not against me. God was never far away. God is not disappointed.

I Know it Hurts : Paul Cardall & Tyler Glenn - I just wanted to believe, but how am I supposed to believe this about me? And then we find each other, queer church members who can understand what we’re going through, who know the hurt. For most queer people, they leave church and go on a different path. They’re not lost, a faint light at the end is guiding their way, they’re finding another way back home.

Losing My Religion : R.E.M. - The song was interpreted as the struggle of a closeted gay man coming to terms with what his religion taught about gay people and is seen as an example of queer coding in the era of “don’t ask, don’t tell.” Lead singer Michael Stipe had declined to address his sexuality, so when “Losing My Religion” came out, people assumed Stipe was coming out as gay. Consider this the hint of the century. Consider this the slip.

HIM : Sam Smith - This is a song about a boy in Mississippi coming out and the conflict between his sexuality and his religious upbringing. He is grappling with the feeling that there’s no place in church for him because he’s gay. Holy Father, we need to talk. I have a secret that I can’t keep. I’m not the boy that you thought you wanted. Please don’t get angry, have faith in me.

Pray : Sam Smith - You won’t see Sam in church, but they say they’re a child of God at heart and are begging God to show the way. I’m not a saint, I’m more of a sinner. I don’t wanna lose, but I fear for the winners

Faith : Semler -  This song reached No. 1 on the iTunes Christian music chart and is about growing up queer in a faith community and how the rejection by the church left them scarred. When my religion turned against me, they said my hopes and dreams were faulty. I showed these holes inside my hands, and they claimed they couldn’t see.” Even as they struggled with the church, Semler kept a relationship with Jesus and flourished far more than she did in any church building. But I don’t wanna get small to be in those rooms

Hey Jesus : Trey Pearson - Trey made headlines in 2016 when as the lead singer of the Christian rock band Everyday Sunday, he came out as gay. Three years later and Trey has a question: Hey Jesus can you hear me now? It's been awhile since I came out, I was wonderin' do you love me the same? As a person who struggles to reconcile faith with sexual orientation, I find this song quite moving.

Heaven : Troye Sivan feat. Betty Who - Troye sings about what it’s like for a religious teenager to come out as gay. Without losing a piece of me, how do I get to heaven? Without changing a part of me, how do I get to heaven? All my time is wasted, feeling like my heart’s mistaken, oh, so if I’m losing a piece of me, maybe I don’t want heaven? Troye explains “When I first started to realise that I might be gay, I had to ask myself all these questions—these really really terrifying questions. Am I ever going to find someone? Am I ever going to be able to have a family? If there is a God, does that God hate? If there is a heaven, am I ever going to make it to heaven?” The video features footage from LGBTQ+ protests throughout history.

Revelation : Troye Sivan and Jónsi -This song was written for the movie Boy Erased, which is about a young man being sent by his parents to a conversion therapy camp to try to change him to not be gay. The lyrics are about feeling liberated from the toxic teachings he learned at church about LGBTQ+ people. It’s a revelation. There’s no hell in what I’ve found, and no kingdom shout. How the tides are changing as you liberate me now and the walls come down. In other words, God doesn't condemn me for my queerness.

Orphans of God : Ty Herndon & Kristin Chenoweth feat. Paul Cardall - The message of the song is we are all loved by God, we are all thought about, we are all created equally and God loves us all the same.

Midnight : Tyler Glenn - The Neon Trees frontman gives an emotional song about his departure from the Mormon church but not from God. The ballad is accompanied by a video that shows Glenn removing his religious garments and replacing them with a glittery jacket, which is such a powerful metaphor.

#queerstake

[pumpkinpie59]

code 59 au intro post!!

(artwork is concept art, 2012 screenshot redraw, 1987 screenshot redraw, and 2003 screenshot redraw ^^)

official synopsis:

it’s the year 2103. mutantkind can now be legal citizens and live among humans. however, prejudice and fear still remain. many mutants create small suburbs within cities as a sanctuary from human hatred.

but even despite the promise of a mutant neighborhood, leonardo, raphael, donatello, and michelangelo are still kept from the public eye. in splinter’s younger years as a human, he created many enemies, and he’s vowed to keep his new family secret and safe.

too bad no one warned him about teenage rebellion.

the boys’ first taste of freedom brings them new friends: april, casey, and karai. but they soon discover even those they can trust can lead to dangers not even splinter could expect.

turtle bios under the cut ^^

leonardo is the oldest of the four brothers (he’s only older than donatello by a few hours). he’s most recognizable by his blue mask, scar over his left eye, and the gap in his teeth. leonardo is a disciplined martial artist (gotta fight his clumsiness somehow) and a caring brother; however, he has a rebellious side and longs to see the world and all it has to offer. he’s hopeful and stubborn, and his brothers tend to give him more anxiety than they should, but he still wants to be a good leader to them. he tends to be a bit naïve, wanting to see the good in everyone he meets, leading to his friendship with his cousin, karai. he has a fear of snakes, but more importantly, a fear of letting his brothers down, or worse, losing them because of his own shortsightedness. leonardo tends to be very competitive and has a habit of creating corny one liners (who cares if his brothers hate it; it’s fun!). in his downtime, he enjoys sci-fi and adventure movies, reading and writing, and beating his brothers at video games (and in training!).

donatello is the second of the four brothers (younger than leonardo by a few hours and older than raphael and michelangelo by a day). he’s most recognizable by his long purple mask and his freckles. donatello knows he’s smart. practically an expert in engineering and computer science (and he dabbles in other sciences too!), donatello is the one to thank for the turtles’ neat gadgets. with all his knowledge, it’s left donatello a bit overconfident. he loves to show off his work, and refuses to see any shortcomings as true failure. he does wish his brothers would act more interested, however. when he’s not talking about science though, Donatello is very insecure. unlike his brothers, he is painfully discontented with his mutanthood, wanting so strongly to be a human. despite his generally kind and polite behavior, he has a slight disdain for other mutants, and wants to create a retromutagen. now if only he could find actual fresh mutagen to study it … deep down, donatello wants to feel loved and accepted, and his greatest fear is to be shunned (or worse) for what he is. in his downtime, donatello enjoys designing new inventions, fixating on dinosaurs, building mini models, listening to old musicals, perfecting his latte art (he swears he’s improving), and watching bad reality tv with his best friend, april.

raphael is one of the youngest of the four brothers (no one’s entirely sure if he or michelangelo are younger). he’s most recognizable by his red mask, dimples, and his striped markings. raphael is painfully sarcastic, witty, and emotional. he often acts on his negative emotions, usually through brutal honesty or biting remarks, before he has the chance to think. to his credit, however, raphael has a strong moral compass, knowing exactly what he believes is right and wrong. due to this, raphael often plays the “straight man” in the team, calling out his brothers for their downfalls. raphael is also very protective of those close to him, and even learned first aid to better look after them. due to all this, splinter believes that raphael has the ability to take up the role of leader if something should happen to leonardo. out of all his brothers, raphael is the least interested in human culture and has grown comfortable being a mutant turtle. he strongly believes that there’s nothing wrong with being different, and as a result has a soft spot for the outcasts of new york city, humans and mutants alike. raphael’s biggest fear is being alone … and bugs. in his downtime, raphael enjoys working on vehicles, painting, boxing, and making music.

michelangelo is also one of the youngest of the four brothers (he and raphael possibly hatched at the same time). he’s most recognizable by his orange mask, dimples, glasses, and his spotted markings. michelangelo is fun-loving, friendly, and mischievous. though perhaps the most skilled of his brothers, michelangelo has a bad habit of avoiding his training, as he’d much rather be out having fun or preparing a prank for his unsuspecting brothers. despite his lack of discipline, michelangelo has a big heart and collects friendships like he collects comic books. all his brothers are very protective of him, and he knows how to take advantage of it. michelangelo has a strong dislike for being pushed aside, and often takes it upon himself to handle missions without his brothers to prove he’s just as capable as them. this can put him in all sorts of trouble. though on the bright side, this has also landed him several chances to make new friends. michelangelo’s biggest dream is to become a comic book artist. michelangelo’s biggest fear is his loved ones turning against him. in his downtime, he enjoys skateboarding, sketching, reading comic books, and cooking (especially pizza!).

#tmnt #pumpkin stuff #my art #tmnt code 59 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt au #tmnt fanart

[mochinomnoms]

I’m not sure but I thought I might as well ask

is Yev based on Yzma from Emperors New Groove? Some of the reasons I thought this was due to his hairstyle (high ponytail) looking similar to one of Yzmas hairstyles where her black hair is pointed out or represents the lavender feather(?)/accessory , the purple makeup suiting her equally purple color scheme, and the mention of the “secret” lab which is like Yzmas lab in the palace. Also (this might be wrong) I think Quispe (his last name) is Quechua which is a language spoken in different South American countries such as Peru (which Emperors New Groove is based/set in).

Even if not I think Pomefiore is a great dorm for Yzma since she has been known to be stylish in the movie changing into several different outfits + the original concept of the movie was going to make her hate the sun since she blames it on making her age faster (snuff out the light was going to be her villains solo I recommend searching it on YouTube)

sorry for the rant I just really love Emperors New Groove, one of my favorite Disney movies

YES HE IS THANK YOU FOR NOTICE THE USE OF QUECHUA I STUDIED INCA FOR A CLASS AND WANTED TO REFERENCE THEM AND CORRECT!!! YZMA FITS BEAUTIFULLY IN POMEFIORE!!!!!

WAAHAHAHAHAHA I WILL ADD HIS FUN FACTS BELOW AS A REWARD!!!

Yev Quispe

“The new Housewarden of Pomefiore. A remarkably beautiful young man with skills rivaling the most experienced apothecaries. He demands attention and respect from all due to his status as a young heir, lest you become an unwilling subject in his experiments.”

Birthday: December 24th (Capricorn)

Age: 20

Height: 180 cm

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: Kusco Mountains

Family: Unnamed younger brother

Other Names(s): Bluebottle (Floyd)

Grade: Junior

Class: C (No. 18)

Club: Science Club

Best Subject: Potions

Hobbies: Experiments

Pet Peeves: Mislabeling

Favorite Food: Ceviche

Least Favorite Food: Spinach Empanadas

Talent: Transformation spells

Appearance

Yev is a tall, lean man with tanned skin and dark brown eyes. He has dark purple layered hair that goes below his shoulders, with long side swept bangs framing his face. His usual hairstyle has him wearing his hair in a French braid, with his bangs and two pieces of hair curled below his chin. His hair is tied with a thick blue hair tie. 

He wears blue, turquoise earrings and is always seen wearing purple eyeshadow, dark eyeliner, and wine colored lipstick. He is often wearing a polite smile and critical gaze.

Personality

Yev is a confident, haughty young man who is self-assured in his looks and skills. He is well known to dislike being questioned by his underclassmen, holding very few in either equal standing or high-regards. Because of this, he is quick to point out others’ flaws when others point out his own shortcomings, known to be overly harsh when doing so. Over the years, this has made him overly critical of others to the point that he is condescending to most, especially to those that aren’t of his same social status.

Despite this, he is renowned for his skills as an upcoming potionologist, sought out by both cosmetic and pharmaceutical scientists for his unique skills in transformation potions and spells. Surprisingly, when compared to his predecessor, Yev has no issue getting dirty and cluttered when experimenting in his makeshift laboratory and enjoys making new discoveries, sharing them with others. He also has no qualms in involving others in his tests, allowing other students to take his potions and note down their reactions rather than testing them himself.

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #PTM

[holmesxwatson]

The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes dir: Billy Wilder, 1970

I only watched The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes for the first time a few days ago but it lights my brain up in that special way that I know I’ll revisit it a lot. Don’t get me wrong, it’s far from perfect, for one thing Colin Blakely’s Watson is a little too shouty for me, but it’s very worthwhile to check out despite its shortcomings, which I think mostly come from the fact that so much was cut from the intended script.

I absolutely love Robert Stephens as Holmes. His face is so good, he has a way of looking at Watson when he doesn’t know he’s being observed that is very soft. I thought I was hallucinating the beginning of this movie with Holmes telling the ballet dancer he’s gay and in a relationship with Watson. I thought it was going to be played for a joke, and it was a bit, but it didn’t just end there. Holmes and Watson have a conversation about the repercussions in a lengthy scene that turns very serious by the end. I can’t believe this was 1970 and no one has since tried to build on this specific dynamic in a more meaningful way. Someone needs to remake this into a mini-series exactly how Billy Wilder intended it to be, here’s hoping public domain can make it so.

[above: script page from the cut story The Curious Case of the Upside Down Room, where Watson creates a fake case to make Holmes feel better]

Also, the backstory of the making of this film is so out of control: Robert Stephens’s nervous breakdown and suicide attempt during the production, the amount of years Billy Wilder was trying to write it and get it made, the interference of ACD’s son, the Loch Ness monster prop that the crew lost in actual Loch Ness, the immense scope of the episodic story they were going for, the way it got cut down from its original 3 hour 45 minute runtime and how that cut footage was lost forever! (this is crazy! everyone go check your attics and storage lockers right now).

In one of the interviews I found, Robert Stephens says “if something is boring — if it’s three minutes long it’s too long, but if it’s interesting it’s never long enough…you don’t want it to end.” Big same Toby Stephens’ dad, big SAME. I didn’t want it to end. I read the uncut script and I am just floored at what we missed out on. Thankfully some footage and audio remain of some of the cut scenes (but still! check your basements too).

Just fully let it settle into your brain that they filmed all of these stories in the script, and then cut most of it away. Like that is mind-blowing to me, it existed at one point as it was fully intended to be. If this was made now during home entertainment times, they would have no problem releasing an almost four-hour movie, but at the very least there would be a big director’s cut dvd release and we would be enjoying all the small Holmes x Watson moments we deserve.

Anyway, in pretty short order I found a bunch of interesting links to stuff, details below. I also consulted my very well-thumbed Conversations with Wilder book by Cameron Crowe, but there wasn’t that much more information in there. I have Robert Stephens’ memoir Knight Errant and the TPLOSH blu-ray on order so I’ll add to this post if I find any more good resources. Let me know if I’m missing anything, and enjoy!

Full movie on YouTube (x) <-update: this link went private, but it's also streaming for free on Tubi and Freevee, and available to rent on YouTube, Google Play, and Apple TV

Original roadshow draft of script on Internet Archive (x)

Missing footage: Prologue [sound only plus stills] (x), The Curious Case of the Upside Down Room [sound only plus stills] (x), The Dreadful Business of the Naked Honeymooners [footage and soundtrack only, no sound dialogue] (x), alternate ending [sound only] (x)

Making of documentary that includes behind-the-scenes snippets of some of the cut scenes [this doc is in German, but you can turn on the auto-translate to English in the YouTube settings] (x)

Interview with Ernst Walter, film editor of TPLOSH (x)

Interview with Christopher Lee “Mr. Holmes, Mr. Wilder” 2003 (x)

My YouTube playlist with all of the above links in one place plus an excellent fan vid by Just Bee that I added to the list because it’s just so good (x)

Missing Movies: A Case for Sherlock Holmes from 1994 BBC Radio 2 on Soundcloud [includes interview with Robert Stephens and folks involved in the production] (x)

Articles about the lost Loch Ness monster prop (x) (x)

The soundtrack by Miklós Rózsa (x)

#sherlock holmes #the private life of sherlock holmes #robert stephens #billy wilder #tplosh #sh movies

[sidsinning]

I just saw the movie, I have to agree with you in regards to the pacing. They tried to cram 5 seasons into a 100 minutes movie. A lot got cut out from the plot, and did find it disappointing the lack of Lucky charm. I feel that the Miraculous itself felt more magical in the movie; I give that to the production team, the lighting and textures of the movie were great. But great effects do not make up for a medium plot. One thing that I did like is how the villains were literal criminals with no qualms for destroying the city and doing whatever they felt like it. The motivation behind Gabriel as to why he was causing chaos in the city with the akumas was nicely done in the movie. That when only when there is chaos the Miraculous of the Ladybug and Chat Noir will appear. I had a conversation with a friend as we watched the movie over Discord, and I suggested that one could watch up to halfway into the movie, then watch the season 4 finale and the rest of season 5, if that person wanted a "quick introduction" to the series. I mostly suggest that due to the "monster of the week episodic cycle" the show has at the start of it. Not sure what others felt about the songs, but it kind of threw off the tone of the show for me, I know that MLB has some song episodes, but those are staged around a concert or are themed to be like that. The whole Gabriel song gave me "Friends from the Other Side" vibes from the visual, but it was not catching at all.

Yeah, the movie was pretty and had great visuals, but plot-wise, the Series is better, even if has some shortcomings and repetitive episodes at times.

Germs wants a sequel too so like- wHY did he want to cram in all this shit into 1 movie??? I know you're here to milk money can you please plan it better at least

The villains lmao I was so confused like he just walked into this dungeon with people coming out of their own cages dressed as mimes and magicians without explanation???? Was kinda funny sdgfhsdfdde

The songs,,,,,they were either eh, meh, or BLEGH (Tikki,,,no one told you to rap,,,Lin Manuel Miranda is not in France,,,,,) I cringe so hard whenever MLB becomes a musical out of nowhere- but I will say this time there is definitely a level of professionalism and finish that is not present in the show.

Yeah- I'm not saying the show is perfect, or even meeting the standards of what I would label a series "good", but it is much much much better than this movie

I was just expecting some good high definition fanfiction you know 😭 a lil treat to enjoy on the side- but they butchered the fundamentals of what made the show so addicting to watch despite its faults,,,

You cannot tell me Origins Parts 1 and 2 are not 1000000x better than anything this movie brought to the table and that was less than half its run time

aNYWAYS,,,,my thoughts on the movie are my own but everyone who enjoyed it don't let me stop you ofc

#ml #mlb #miraculous ladybug #ml movie #ml movie salt #miraculous awakening #ask

[caramel-ribbons]

Huntlow is such a great dynamic. Like, they don’t have the pacing and icon status of Lumity or the history and angst of Raeda, but what they share in common with all these ships is their payoff.

Huntlow pays tribute to the character development of both Hunter and Willow in a way no other relationship in the Owl House does. When Luz and Amity meet, they’re still flawed. Luz is still oblivious and naive. Amity is still perfectionistic and cruel. They spend so much time together, recognizing their own shortcomings as well as each others, and this acknowledgment of who they used to be and who they became through each other, is the foundation of their relationship. Luz learns to accept herself and be vulnerable and Amity learns to express herself, quirks and all, and accept unconditional love from another person.

Raeda is, in many ways, the perfect relationship dynamic. Two characters who’ve been together for so long, they know the other better than they know themselves. They have all these memories from when they were kids, and despite experiencing so many ups and downs in their relationship, they still care for each other. Even after Raine breaks up with Eda and begins distancing themselves from Eda during season 2B, Eda still knows how much Raine cares for her. They know each other on a deeper level than most ever will.

But Huntlow? They didn’t meet the other when they were at their lowest. Willow didn’t meet Hunter when he was the Golden Guard, and Hunter didn’t meet Willow when she was “half-a-witch”. They only know each other for who they are now, not the labels people projected onto them or the expectations assigned to them.

Hunter was forced to be stoic and strong, but around Willow, he can be awkward. He can be sweet. Willow became shy and insecure because she was bullied for her abomination magic. But now, she’s a plant witch, an athlete. One of the best plant witches, actually, as well as the captain of a sports team she created. Hunter has only ever know Willow for her strength, her fortitude, and her self-assurance.

Thankfully, this part of the fandom has shrunk considerably, in fact, it was never big to begin with, but I do still see people who dislike Huntlow because they feel it’s rushed, and they’re allowed to feel this way. But Huntlow only feels rushed in part because of Disney’s cancellation of the Owl House, but mostly because of how their relationship begins. When they first meet each other, Willow is a “captain” and Hunter is just Hunter. Luz is the one who sees most of Hunter’s unfavorable moments. His obedience to his abusive uncle and loyalty to the coven system, and every other character besides Hunter remembers when Willow was the meek and timid witch who had no voice and could barely do magic. Seeing two characters who meet after they’ve overcome so much and after they’ve discovered so much about themselves feels antithetical to most relationships in this show.

There’s also detractors specifically because of Hunter’s trauma. They don’t feel comfortable seeing him enter a relationship when he’s still unpacking Belos’ physical and emotional abuse. It’s fair, but what people don’t seem to understand is that traumatized people have partners. Victims and survivors of abuse enter relationships. If Owl House has taught anyone anything about love, it’s that love doesn’t cure, but it does change, even heal. Trauma shouldn’t prevent people from having healthy relationships, in fact, they need healthy relationships just as much as anyone else, if not more. Support helps the recovery process. Yes, the media has enforced toxic portrayals of romantic relationships, and yeah, many stories, particularly made for movies and for television, present love as this magical force that melts cold hearts and purifies dark souls. But, there is still a place in media for the representation Huntlow offers of abuse victims and their journey to recovery.

#the owl house #hunter noceda #willow park #huntlow #toh season 3 #i love them so much #why are they so cute

[yooo-gehn]

العامل المشترك بين الأفلام دي أنها بتناقش التروما اللي بيعاني منها الابناء بسبب الآباء، ومش بس كده، كل الأفلام بتحصل فيها لحظة تنوير، لحظة تشافي، لحظة ينتبه فيها المؤذي لأذاه، ويتعافى فيها الجريح من الأذى. لحظة لا تحدث في واقعنا إلا نادرًا، وهي اعتراف الجيل الكبير بخطأه واعتذاره عنه.

في إنكانتو، الأم بتفقد زوجها وبيتها، والمأساة تجلب المأساة، لأن الأم في سبيل أنها تنقذ أطفالها من التروما اللي هي نفسها عانت منها، عجزت أنها تشوفهم كبشر ليهم شخصيات ورغبات وأحلام مختلفة عنها، عجزت تشوف فيهم إلا مواطن ضعف محتملة بتأنبهم عليها طول الوقت.

في كوكو، بيعزف الحفيد على جيتاره ضد رغبات أمه، وبيغني أغنية من شدة جمالها وعزفها على أوتار الماضي، بتساعد جدته على استعادة عقلها، وتتحول مشاعر الأم من الاستياء والتبرم، إلى التأثر والاعتذار.

في "كل حاجة في كل حتة في كل مكان"، رغم تشعّب أحداث هذا الفيلم العظيم، ولكنه في جوهره بيناقش التروما العابرة للأجيال، تروما بتعاني منها الأم بسبب أبوها، وتروما بتعاني منها البنت بسبب أمها، ودايما، دايما، لنفس السبب، النية الطيبة في العناية بالابناء، ولكن بشروطنا، التروما بتاعتنا بتعمي عينينا، بتخلينا مش شايفين في ولادنا غير بس اللي إحنا عايزين نشوفه، لحد ما يوصل الأمر لمحاولة مضنية من الابنة لأنها تحس أنها متشافة ومتقدرة ومحبوبة بدون جدوى، ومحاولة مضنية من الأم لدفع بنتها لأنها تمشي في المسار التقليدي الجامد للنجاح في الحياة، بدون الاعتراف بكيان بنتها بأي شكل ممكن يحيد بيها عن هذا المسار، مع إن ده نفسه كان سبب التروما اللي عانت منها هي نفسها بسبب أبوها!

ولما البنت بتغرق في عدمية تامة بنكتشف إن الاكتئاب الوجودي يحوي في طياته اكتئاب عاطفي، الشعور بانعدام المعنى مقترن بالشعور بإن لو أقرب الناس ليا مش شايفّيني، ومش بيحبوني زي ما أنا، يبقى إزاي ممكن أي حد تاني في الدنيا يحبني؟ لو أنا في الدنيا دي لوحدي خالص يبقى أنا بعمل إيه هنا؟ وفي الآخر مفيش حاجة أنقذتها من هوة العدمية غير محاولة أمها في احتضانها وحبها زي ما هيّ. *** Translation:

What all these movies have in common is how they all tackle parents passing their traumas to their children, and not just that, all these movies have a moment of epiphany, a moment of healing, a moment where the abuser acknowledges their abuse, and the abused gets to heal from the abuse. A moment that rarely occurs in reality, when the older generation owns their mistakes and actually apologize for them.

In Encanto, the matriarch of the family, she loses her home and her husband, and traged begets tragedy, because when the mother was trying to save her children from the trauma she herself endured, she was unable to see them as human beings different from her, with different personalities, desires and dreams from her, she was only able to see their shortcomings and put them down because of them all the time.

In Coco, the grandson plays his guitar against his mother's wishes, and sings a song so beautiful it helped his grandmother restores her mental clarity, a song that threw her back to the past, and the mother slowly turned from deeply frustrated to profoundly moved.

In "Everything Everywhere All At Once", and despite how complicated the plot got in this great film, but in its essence it discussed intergenerational trauma, where the mother was traumatized by her father, and the daughter was traumatized by her mother, and it's always the same reason, a well intentioned parent trying to care for their children, but only on their terms, their trauma blinds hem, make them unable to see anything in their children except what they want to see, until it all boils down to the little daughter trying hard to feel seen, loved, and appreciated, only to fail. While the mother is trying hard to push her daughter to walk the traditional soulless path of making it in life, with no acknowledgement whatsoever of who her daughte is, never recognizing anything in her that can possibly derail her from that path, which is ironically the same trauma the mother endured from her own father!

And when was the little girl drowns in a complete nihilistic worldview, we see that she wasn't just depressed existentially, she was also depressed emotionally. She felt like everything was meaningless because if the closest people to her, the people who brought her to life, couldn't see her, and couldn't love her for who she is, then how can anyone else love her? If I'm all alone in the world, then what the hell am I doing here? And at the end, nothing truly saved her from this except her mother's true declaration of love, embracing who her daughter is, reassuring her that she'll love her and be there for her no matter what.

#Coco #Encanto #Everything Everywhere All At Once #ريفيوهاتي #تأملات في علم النفس

[dross-the-fish]

its just sad that both Victor and Henry (victor) didn't gave a name to the creature for different reasons... While Henry wasn't given the time to teach and to actually name it, I don't think canon Victor would want to name Adam after his "failure". But aside from Adam, the movie creature didn't have yet the intelligence to actually name himself :( he was in forever the states of the beginning of book Adam.

This ask is pretty old but I've been giving it some thought. I have my own headcanons for why Victor refused to name Adam. Aside from the most obvious interpretation, that Victor had rejected his work and did not want to assign personhood to his creature by naming him or that he was dodging his responsibility I think he also didn't want to give Adam any kind of name because when you name something you make it "real"

For Victor to be the one to give the creature a name is to acknowledge that he is, in fact, Victor's own creature and I feel like that's just not something Victor is ever able to fully face. When he first sees the creature he falls ill but after he gets better he doesn't check up on his creation, he tries to put it from his mind and move on with his life. The creature is not "real" to Victor he is something to be quietly abandoned and never thought of or spoken of again.

Something about acknowledging his creation hurts him and he has an extreme aversion to connecting with him. It's almost like he doesn't want to believe he made the creature at all. Despite Creech being ugly he's still a miracle of science and in many ways he's everything Victor was trying achieve, but Victor can't see past his own depression and his own shortcomings as a creator and I believe if he let himself name the creature he'd grow to feel guilty. The fantasy of creation and the bloody, disgusting, reality are such drastically different experiences that Victor can't cope.

I tend to think of Victor as a parent who can't handle the reality that his child is deformed. Who was too young to be a parent in the first place and didn't know what to do when he gave birth to a child he couldn't find it in him to love.

My interpretation is that Victor never gives the creature a name because he doesn't want to think of him at all. Because what Victor wishes is that the creature had never been born at all and once he names him he irreversibly creates a tie that will connect him to his creation forever.

It's unfortunate for both of them that the creature refuses to be ignored. He is an inescapable reality that isolates Victor from his friends and family until Victor has no choice but to revolve around the creature. Through Victor's lens there's something that feels parasitic about the way Adam refuses to let go of Victor and continually makes demands. Victor cannot escape what he created no matter how much it hurts him or how much it costs him. It's almost how a teenage mother might view an unwanted and unexpected child, a needful thing that demands constantly, isolates them from friends and family and can give little in return to a parent that didn't really want children but didn't realize it until it was too late.

"You are my creator but I am your master, obey!" you can't ignore a screaming infant, it will just get louder until you feed it, you are subject to its every whim and if you neglect your child you will be condemned for it. Victor doesn't name the creature, he doesn't tell anyone about the creature except Walton at the very end of his life. Victor is terrified of how others will judge him when they find out about the creature. Through out the book it's obvious that the horror Victor is experiencing is the horror of a parent who wasn't ready to bring any child into the world, much less a deformed child that can never fulfill the hopes and dreams its parent had for it.

#Rambling about Frankenstein #I just have a lot of thoughts about Frankenstein ok #Frankenstein

[yugirimistwalker]

sebulba means a lot to me because we watched rise of skywalker in call and it was at the time the worst thing any of us had ever watched together in call (only narrowly beaten out by hamilton for some people as of recently) but while all of this was going i was doing sebulba research and learned of his grandson pugwis and that was like a shining beacon in the darkness of watching a movie that was just really bad and not even in a fun way. pugwis was a male Dug and the son of Hekula, making him grandson of legendary Podracing champion Sebulba. Though the Dug maintained his grandfather's villainous streak, he had none of the racing skills of his ancestor. Despite his shortcomings, Pugwis attempted to climb the Podracing ranks for years, becoming more frustrated with each defeat. He was eventually disqualified from the Podracing circuit permanently after attacking his opponents numerous times. It was actually Pugwis' growing brutality on the track, as well as off the track, that inspired Jabba the Hutt to create his demolition games. Jabba invited Pugwis to serve as the competition's first contestant, which he eagerly agreed to, sensing a chance at fame and fortune. Unfortunately, the destruction of Jabba's criminal empire eliminated many of the Hutt's records of his prior dealings so details regarding the exact outcome of the tournament are scarce. What is known however, is that despite early victories, Pugwis eventually had a falling out with Jabba that led to Pugwis being tied to the back of his podracer and dragged through the Dune Sea, before eventually falling into the Great Pit of Carkoon and being eaten alive by the Sarlacc nesting there, which Jabba found infnitely amusing.[2]

#sebulba sweep

[eddies-ashtray]

Cherry Flavoured // Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

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Synopsis: Riding bikes down Hawkins backroads with your new boyfriend Eddie, you continue to adjust to your new relationship. You knew what he was like as a friend, but as a boyfriend, Eddie is far cheekier, protective, and tender with you than ever.

WC: 3.0k 

Category: Fluff. Some sexually suggestive content.

Content: Boyfriend Eddie, new relationship, reader and Eddie are the same age, reader and Eddie make out a bit (at a gas station), reader loves stingrays, reader is easily flustered by Eddie, kinda innocent reader, reader wears Eddie’s clothes, allusion to sex (only briefly), and this is kinda cheesy because they like each other a whole awful lot!

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It was overcast today; not as hot as a usual mid-August day typically was in Hawkins. It had rained so many days this week and last, but no rain in the forecast today. So it was perfect weather to haul your bikes out and go for a ride. Eddie had actually been the one to suggest it, wanting not to waste the non-rainy day with you. Though no time spent with him could possibly be wasted, no matter what you were doing. 

Neither of you mentioned your return to college in the fall; it didn’t matter today. All that mattered was Eddie and you and your bikes that were probably a little too short for the both of you. But you didn’t mind as it was a really lovely afternoon with your really lovely boyfriend. You’d tell him so later on and he wouldn’t question the adjective because ultimately it was the only word that suited how it felt to be with each other that day.

For now though, you were laughing at Eddie’s silly joke about some movie you had watched last night while you coasted down the empty street a couple blocks from Forest Hills that stretched on and on in front of you, the pavement sizzling in the distance; a mirage. 

All the way out on the backroads of your tiny town, you couldn’t hear the sounds of children or lawnmowers, just the birds chirping overhead and the cicadas humming in the trees, their occasional rustling in the wind a comfort to you. 

Despite the town’s shortcomings and strange goings-on, you liked it here sometimes. Maybe that had a lot to do with Eddie’s presence. He made things more bearable. Could make anything feel far easier than it would have done if you were on your own; he had that way about him.

“Race ya to the stop sign up there?” You propose, nodding to the sign about 100 feat ahead with a grin. 

Eddie matches your grin with his own wolfish one; one that told you he was about to start racing toward the red sign without so much as a count down or the word “go”. 

Just as you thought, Eddie began to pedal hard towards the sign, hair flying behind him as the wind whipped his face. 

“Cheater!” You shout playfully as you race off after him. 

As you near him, you could hear his maniacal laughter; deep and loud, but boyish, satisfied that he’d tricked you. 

Of course, Eddie won the race with his head start. You probably couldn’t have beaten him even if it had been a fair contest anyway, so you really didn’t mind. Loved to see the glee on his face anyway as you both slow to a stop at the sign, less than a meter between your bikes. 

“I won! And you lost, sweetheart. I expected so much more from you,” Eddie jokes, shaking his head in mock disappointment. 

Pouting at him as you pant, you say, “You’re mean, Eddie.” But there was no real hurt behind the statement. 

“Nah, you’re just a sore loser, baby.” He teases, smirking. 

Dropping the act, you comment fondly, “You’re ridiculous.” And he can probably see the hearts in your eyes.

Eddie stares at you for a moment as you catch your breath, brown eyes soft as his big grin melts into something more sweet. 

Planting his right foot on the ground, Eddie leans over, hand coming to the small of your back as he kisses your cheek.

You feel your wind whipped face warm at the gesture, affection blooming in your chest. 

“What was that for?” You question, eyes wide as he settles back into a normal position on the bike. 

“Just look so pretty,” He states easily, pushing his hair away from his face, and then, c’mon he says, looking down the road, left, then right before slowly beginning to pedal across the intersection. 

“And felt guilty for cheating?” You quip, following shortly behind him.

Eddie zig-zags in the road, swaying away from you, then towards you in small arcs on the bike. He looks to you as he sways towards you, a faux sympathetic look on his face before he says, “Nope!”, popping the “p”. 

Your jaw drops at that and you laugh, an incredulous sound. Though you expected nothing different to come out of his pretty mouth. 

Eddie grins at your expression (it seems to be the only thing either of you can do today), then nods up the road and suggests, “I’ll make it up to you by buying us some slushy’s. How’s that?” 

Forgetting all about his teasing, you light up at the promise of the cold, sweet drink. It wasn’t sticky hot out like it had been all summer, but it was still warm. And besides, you love slushy’s. Who doesn’t?

“Yes! I would die for a slushy right now!” You exaggerate, suddenly pedalling harder, thighs burning. 

You hear Eddie laugh a fond laugh behind you at your enthusiasm for the drink before he catches back up to you and you both slow back down again. 

Coming up ahead is a small hill in the road and you and Eddie remain quiet until you reach the top, pedalling hard again and panting slightly. Once you crest the hill, the gentle slope carries you down the other side and you and Eddie holler and whoop all the way to the bottom. You hadn’t had such fun on bikes since you were a child. 

The road flattens out again and you coast for a while without having to pedal at all.

You drift away from Eddie for a moment, taking the space to zig zag on the bike just as he had earlier. 

“Come back,” He requests, his ringed hand leaving the bike handle, reaching towards you with his palm facing towards the sky. 

Knowing just what he’s asking, you beam at him brightly as you ride closer to him once again and lift one of your own hands from the bikes’ handlebar to grasp Eddie’s hand. 

You ride like that for some time, hands clasped together, pedalling along slowly, bike tires crushing over gravel. Every once in a while, Eddie will create a wider berth between the two of you, stretching your arms out, but never letting go and always coming back to each other, hands held comfortably between you and your bikes. 

———

It wasn’t long before you arrived at the gas station. At least it didn’t feel like it was long; time seemed different when you were with Eddie. 

Sitting on the sidewalk outside the small building, you and Eddie drink up the cold beverages. You moan at the taste of the cherry flavoured treat, delighted. 

Eddie gives you a sidelong glance, eyebrows raising at the sound. 

“Cherry flavour that good, huh?” He says it like he’s teasing you for something, though you aren’t sure what. 

“Mm-hm,” You hum happily, nodding with the extra long straw still tucked between your lips. 

Eddie’s eyes linger on your reddened mouth before he asks, “Can I have a taste?” 

Eddie got blue-raspberry flavour. So, you stop sucking on the straw and offer your drink to him. 

He stares at the styrofoam cup for a beat (now only half full, he’s sure) then finally takes it from you. Instead of taking a sip, however, Eddie places it on the sidewalk between you. You give him a puzzled expression, brows furrowing together. 

“Not how I meant, baby. C’mere,” Eddie requests softly, a gentle smile on his face as he shuffles closer to you, gravel crunching beneath his white Reeboks as he does so. Your eyes grow wide at his suggestion, but you shift closer to him as well. 

Eddie’s index finger comes up under your chin as his thumb rests on your chin; the gesture so gentle your breath gets caught in your throat momentarily. 

Eddie leans in then, his lips brushing against your own as he kisses you sweetly. Your hands fall naturally to his thick thigh, resting there as you kiss him back and he maneuvers his hand to your cheek, holding you. 

Even when his blue pink tongue licks into your mouth leisurely, the kiss is tender, your mouths moving together in tandem. A small spark ignites in your belly as you bite back a moan. Boldly, you lick slowly into his mouth, the taste of blue-raspberry and cherry mingling. 

You were still new to the whole boyfriend thing, not yet fully used to having him kiss you like this, especially not in public (though there weren’t many people around). You’re not sure you ever would get used to this and you were more than okay with that. You couldn’t imagine the novelty ever wearing off with Eddie. 

Eddie pulls back slowly, your mouths making a soft wet sound as you part. He remains close, dark eyes opening with yours, searching your own. He knows he’s affected you. You’re a little embarrassed that that’s all it takes. 

“You’re right,” Eddie smirks. “Cherry’s delicious,” His breath ghosts your chin and lips as he speaks. He gives you one more quick kiss on your slightly parted mouth before leaning back on his hands casually as he picks his slushy back up, sipping at it leisurely. 

Now, you sit thigh to thigh, knee to knee on the sidewalk, no space between you at all. 

“Um,” You grapple to come up with something to say after that, your slushy remaining abandoned beside you. 

All you can think of, quite arbitrarily, is, “Have you ever pet a stingray before?”

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, surprised by the random question, and pulls his mouth away from the slushy straw. 

“Pet a stingray?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Can’t say I have, no.” 

The question was random, but now you were excited by the topic and wanted to continue the conversation. 

“Well,” you begin, picking your slushy back up and taking a quick sip as you turn to face him on the sidewalk, one foot planted on the ground and the other leg bent to rest on the concrete, your bare calf brushing Eddie’s thigh. 

“Their backs are soft; kinda slimy, but soft. It’s pretty incredible,” You take another long sip of your slushy when you finish. 

Some slushy dribbles down your chin when you pull the straw away from your mouth and before you can swipe it away, Eddie does so for you. His thumb brushes your chin and then he sucks the digit into his mouth, humming. 

“Where’d you pet a stingray?” Eddie asks curiously as he pops his thumb out of his mouth. 

You stutter for a moment, trying to get back on track, “I, um…I went to an aquarium with my parents when I was a kid,” You finally respond. 

Eddie smiles softly as you continue, listening intently as you recite the memory. 

“They had this huge touch tank full of ‘em,” You say, gesturing widely with your hands to demonstrate. “And it’s like they knew that people were there to see them cause they would come up to the sides of the tank like they wanted to be pet!” 

Eddie traces patterns into your calf as you speak and you think he spells out his name once. 

Then, an idea. You gasp as it comes to you and grasp the hand he has on your calf excitedly with both of your own, “Can we go? It’d be so fun! I wanna show you the stingrays, Eddie! I want you to pet them too!” You enthuse. 

Eddie’s dark eyes shine as he assures, squeezing your hands in his, “Yeah, yeah, we’ll make a day of it.” 

You smile wide at him, pleased by his answer, and are just about to start babbling on about the little trip when a boom sounds overhead; thunder. You jump at the unexpected sound. 

Looking up to the sky, Eddie says, “Shit.” as he grips your hand and hauls you up from the sidewalk. You go willingly, allowing him to pull you to a standing position.  

“Storm’s coming in,” He comments, grabbing your nearly empty slushy’s from the sidewalk and tossing them into the metal trashcan on the corner. 

“I thought it wasn’t supposed to rain today,” You mention idly as Eddie walks back to your bikes that were leaning up against the small building. 

“Yeah, well, we better get going now before we’re caught in the storm.”

———

The storm rolls in quickly, as they often seemed to this summer; thick grey clouds unfurling above your heads, heavy with rain ready to release any second. The impending storm blanketing Hawkins in a dark sky. 

Thunder hadn’t stopped booming above you the whole ride home; pedalling furiously down the backroads to return to the trailer park before the rain inevitably began to fall in great sheets around you. Your first sighting of lightening occurred about 10 minutes from Eddie’s trailer. 

“Eddie, we’re gonna get soaked!” You shout as the dark sky lit up with another striking bolt. 

“No, no, we can make it,” He assures, though another look at the sky tells you he’s definitely wrong, the clouds stretching across the sky menacingly. 

Eddie was almost right; the Forest Hills entrance was just ahead about 20 feet. Very soon, you and Eddie turn left into the park, panting with exertion, your thighs burning.

Then, a downpour; sudden and shocking as it pounds the earth and wets your skin and hair. 

“Shit!” Eddie exclaims over the pounding rain as you coast down the now slick dirt road. 

Quickly dropping your bikes to the grass outside his trailer, Eddie grabs your hand as you both rush up the trailers’ concrete steps, pushing inside the living space. 

With the door slamming shut behind you, chests both heaving in the quiet of the trailer, you look to Eddie, now soaked with rain water, his hair dripping and flatter than usual. You think he looks very silly like this so you couldn’t help yourself when a peel of laughter streams from your mouth then, chest vibrating with it as you stood in his warm, dry living room. You’d never seen his hair wet before; it wasn’t your fault he resembled some sort of wet animal. Then it came to you. 

“You look like a wet dog!” You snort an unattractive sound, bending slightly at the knees and grasping your thighs as your hysterical laughter transforms into gleeful giggles. 

Eddie’s just grinning and shaking his head; amused by your amusement. 

But your laughter dies in your throat as Eddie removes his black t-shirt, pulling it over his head from the back of the neck. Suddenly, a stretch of damp skin is revealed to you; his tattoos and happy trail like magnets to your eyes as you drag your gaze over him, breathing deeply.

Eddie notices your ogling, but doesn’t comment on it, running his tongue over his bottom lip before he says, “Lemme get you a towel, baby. You’ll catch a cold,” and walks down the hall to the bathroom, hair dripping down his naked back. 

You hear some shuffling, Eddie moving things around, and then he reappears (wearing a dry shirt now), one fluffy white towel slung over his shoulder, and another in his hands he’s using to ring out his soaked hair. 

Slinging the towel in his hand over his shoulder, he trades it out for the one on his other shoulder and wraps it around your shoulders as you shiver. Though you think it has more to do with his touch than the slight chill the rain had induced. 

As he rubs over your shoulders gently, you take the time to look over his pretty face; its slightly angular shape, his gentle eyes, so dark, yet soft and somehow shining, the red tip of his nose, the gentle pout of his pink mouth. 

Slowing his movements on your arms, he smiles softly at your loving stare, “What?” 

“Just…I like you a whole awful lot is all. And today was really lovely. And you’re so good to me and-” You sigh a content sigh, a tad overwhelmed with emotion. “Just happy.” 

“Just happy,” Eddie repeats after a moment. “And I, too, like you a whole awful lot,” He parrots dramatically, then peppers quick kisses all over your face, making dramatic mwah noises as he goes and you giggle at his actions. 

Then, one final kiss to your cheek where Eddie lingers for a moment before pulling back as you continue to laugh lightly at his silliness and affection. 

“Okay, now let’s get you some clothes that aren’t soaked, yeah?” He suggests as he pushes you gently by the small of your back towards his bedroom. 

There, Eddie allows you to pick whatever you like out of his closet (much to your excitement). After picking out a soft hoodie and some old sweats of his, you were delighted to be wrapped up in his scent, breathing in deeply as you collapse dramatically on his bed, arms spread out beside you. 

For the rest of the afternoon and into the night, you stay cuddled up in Eddie’s trailer marathoning movies and planning your trip to the aquarium. You play with Eddie’s hair as he lays his head in your lap, and he even allows you to French braid it into two pretty plaits. He asks to hear more about stingrays and you tell him how a group of them is called a “fever”. You ask him about his upcoming DnD campaign and what songs he’s learning on the guitar at the moment. He even plays them for you. 

Later, you kiss and kiss on his bed and that spark that ignited in your belly earlier as he kissed you at the gas station becomes an untamed fire as his kisses stray from your mouth and down, down, down…

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So you guys know how in Across the Spider verse movie there's our Miles and 42 Miles, well since Ekko has at least in old lore met different versions of himself from different timelines what would you guys "42" Ekko be/look like and how would you write them interacting with Vi/Jinx and etc?

I think my "42" would be one that has essentially given up hope. Ekko's big thing is that he sees potential in Zaun despite his shortcomings and always holds onto hope but "42" Ekko would essentially be the inverse of that. He has completely given up on this city and has come to the conclusion that no one in this city deserves even a single second and looks at things from a purely logical and apathetic standpoint. His time obsession will come from his idea that time is the only thing that won't leave him or betray him because Time is an unfeeling constant. For his design I think he would ditch his orange scarf for a white or red one and his face paints also changes from a white hourglass to one painted in red and he wears the tattered remains of his firelight cloak around his waist and he still wears an undershirt and his pants and shoes stay the same but instead of being brown their a grayish color, his left arm is bandaged up due to the burns he sustained when the firelight tree got burned down and his owl mask also has those burns so the white and gold is charred and cracked.

I imagine his interactions with our universe Vi and Jinx would be blunt and almost in a sense bothersome for him. You see in Ekko "42's" universe both VI and Jinx got taken in by Silco so he had to fight the both of them and this leads to losing even more Firelights and eventually the burning of the tree and the death of his parents, this pushes him to kill Vi and soon Jinx so there's also a hint of regret and sadness for what he did and he may actively avoid getting into fights with them. I imagine at one point he says "I don't think I have it in me to kill you guys twice". I know this sounds like a complete edge fest😭but I think it's fun to think about stuff like this but I wanna ask you guys, how would you write a "42" Ekko?

Oh yeah one more note, in "42" Ekko's in his final confrontation with Jinx, she basically confesses that despite all of the things that's happened she still is in love with him and she says "I'm glad it's you" because she's happy he's the one who finally puts her down🥲

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