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fictionkinfessions · 1 year

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(Warning for a lot of chara-hate, mentions of self-destructive behaviors (cutting and drug/alcohol use), s×icid×l thoughts, bullying, homphobia/transphobia, emotional neglect, and the Colorbars Incident of 1987 and its aftermath, among other things... idk this shift just has me feeling very ranty ig)

You know, Stephanie? I still don't forgive you. I don't care how good your intentions were. I don't care how much you wanted to help. You fucked up in the most spectacular way possible, and now look at where we've ended up.

I stand by everything I said that day. No, it's not that easy to "just stop" doing what I was doing. You just don't know how to think of anyone except for yourself. Think about where I was in life: I had been relentlessly bullied since I was little, most of it being due to the fact that I had the audacity to exist as an openly-gay gnc transmasc person. Whenever I tried to tell my parents about how much I was suffering, they essentially told me I was overreacting and that I should just shut up and take it. You were my only friend, and when you weren't there, the only things I could do to take my mind off of wanting to fucking die were to cut, drink, and smoke the pain away. Chances are, if you were in that spot, you'd find it pretty tough to "just stop", too.

I don't know how I thought you were different from anybody else. Hell, you were worse. At least everyone else didn't pretend to care about me, then weasel their way into my personal business just to give me some holier-than-thou bullshit lecture about how I was bringing everything onto myself. Nope, that was just you. I'll admit that my coping mechanisms were pretty unhealthy, and I actually wanted to stop, but just acting like it's as easy as just... not doing it? That's a lot more than being naive; that's just being an oblvious fucking prick.

And, well, you can see what happened. After you left, I was so desperate for someone to fill that void that I ended up clinging on to someone who I thought actually understood me, and was just as miserable and fed-up with the world as I was. We worked together to create a little revenge plot on everyone, hijacked that national broadcast, and... you know how the rest of the story goes.

My blood is on your hands. How does that make you feel? If you would've just listened to me, none of this would've happened. You're lucky that I was the only one who died; from what I've heard, everyone who watched the broadcast had a few nasty (but mostly superficial) self-inflicted cuts at worst and a hell of a headache at best, and no one remembered any of it. Could you imagine what I would've done if the brainwashing worked like it was supposed to? That would've been thousands of people dead, and millions more would've been injured and/or traumatized. Remember: there was a lot of stuff that led up to this, and I acknowledge that the broadcast was my decision and therefore my fault, but the final straw was you.

Cry all you want, you asshole. It won't make me forgive you, and it sure as hell won't bring me back from the dead. Cry as much as you'd like, but don't you dare get upset if someone tells you to "just stop". It fucking hurts, doesn't it? Doesn't it sound so insensitive and clueless? They don't know your pain, right? They don't know how hard it is for you to cope with how fucking awful the world is, right???

Cry harder, Stephanie. It's too late for you to do anything else. I can't believe you had the audacity to say you were my friend.

-Kennith Simmons

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meshlasolus · 3 years

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Intelligent Insanity

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Jerome Valeska x Reader

Y'all knew this was coming eventually but like still take the warnings into consideration ig

Series Summary: Two lives can start very differently, but it's never the beginning that makes the story. It's the the journey the lives take that eventually bring them down the same path.

Chapter Warnings: death, violence, blood, angst, sadness. It's all here, folks.

The back of the van was cold and smelled like old water pipes, but in the company of my love it was like the back of a limousine. We probably should have hijacked a limo instead of this old heap of trash, but that would definitely have turned a few heads. We needed to be unsuspected tonight before we made our grand entrance.

I sat between Jerome and Barbara, with her having hair and makeup done to the nines, dressed in a fashionable pink outfit with frills and a big hat. She looked like a star. Jerome looked like the main event, with his magician's costume adorning his form, making him stand out from the rest of us easily.

I wasn't dressed nearly as extravagant. As Galavan put it, I was simply going to be 'the distraction to set the stage for the main event.'

I never got upset about the way it sounded, probably because I didn't feel the need to. I was fine being the lesser known subject as long as Jerome got to be the center of attention. He was happiest when he was entertaining, be it a huge crowd, or just me. He was a showstopper and I'd give anything to keep him in the limelight where he belongs.

The first to be pulled from the van was Barbara, seeing as she was going in to knock out the real magician's assistant. After that, she would give us the signal to begin our own part. Mine wasn't particularly anything special, but Galavan made it seem pretty important to the success of the show.

While we waited on the signal from Barbara, I laid my head against Jerome's shoulder, keeping my hand interlaced with his.

"After tonight, things are going to be different. Galavan's already promised us a fortune for this show.... we can do anything we want to." He turned himself to wrap his arms around me, his hand caressing the back of my head and smoothing down the elaborate pigtails. One with black streaks, one with red.

"We should leave Gotham. We might have a chance at a normal life..." I trailed off, not thinking about how the words I'd said sounded to the boy sitting next to me.

"You want a normal life?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"No... not normal, not really. Maybe just the chance to live the type of life they said we never could. We deserve it, don't we?" I looked up at him, the makeup I was wearing probably made me look like a jack in the box, but I couldn't care less at the moment.

"Princess, you deserve everything. I love you."

"I love you, too." I smiled and craned my neck to kiss him, but it was cut short when we both heard a funny sounding horn coming from outside the vehicle.

"I guess that's the signal." I said, pulling back and grabbing the tranquilizer gun I'd been supplied with.

I remember the day I arrived to Galavan's estate, tied to a dolly with my Arkham jumpsuit still clinging to my form. The day I told my kidnapper that I was stealthy, and able to climb through vents without anyone noticing filled my brain with memories of the conversation.

This was the first time I'd ever put those skills to use.

As I trudged my way through the dusty metal duct, I found my first target on the list. The host's security guard. He was simply sitting at the bar, boozing away as if he wasn't on the job. I stuck my gun through the cracks in the vent, taking aim as quickly as I could. I supposed I was a pretty good shot, given that I hit my mark almost instantly. The man started the experience drowsiness, leaning forward on the counter before him as he started to fall asleep. The tranquilizer worked well, and he only appeared to be drunk instead of subdued.

I continued on to my next targets, making sure I did everything according to plan so that this show could go off without a hitch.

When the last security guard had been taken out, and was replaced by one of Galavan's men, I smiled, slowly crawling back throught the vent to get to the back stage area. I wasn't going to be onstage tonight, but I would be watching from the front row.

I got to a place where I wouldn't be seen, and dropped from the vents. I landed just behind the curtain, so no one would be seeing my entrance.

I dusted off my shirt and shorts, making sure they were perfectly clean of the dirt from the air tunnels before I continued on my way to the backstage area.

Jerome and Barbara had locked up the real magician in his own box, locking it with a real lock so he couldn't get out. They hid the box behind a giant speaker, that way if he happened to make a lot of noise, it probably wouldn't be heard easily.

"All of the guards are down and ours are in place." I told them, signifying another check off the list for the wild evening ahead of us. No doubt this night would be heard about all the way into the newspapers of Metropolis.

"Perfect." Barbara said, pulling on her mask as Jerome adjusted the fake facial hair and mask to cover his obvious features. Everyone knew what he looked like by now, so the disguise was much necessary. Heck, even I was given a small black mask to cover over my eyes.

"Well, Ladies.... I believe it's showtime."

After the potential 'safety' show for the audience, to try and make them feel confident in the atmosphere, it was hilarious to see their faces as soon as Jerome killed the deputy mayor. I had jumped out from behind the curtians, scaring a few people in their seats before I made my way to the front row of tables.

"Hmmm, this one." I said, pointing to a seat where I would be in the center of the room to watch the performance.

I raised my hand and slugged the stern looking man in the face. He passed out upon impact and fell out of the chair, causing his wife to fall to the floor next to him in fears I did actual damage. He would be fine.

I sat in his place and gawked up at my shining star, watching him entertain the crowd as well as scare the hell out of everyone in the room. Minus me, of course. In my eyes, he could never be scary. Of all the people he'd killed, and of all the wretched things he did, I knew that he could never hurt me, and he would always protect me. He was the prize I'd won after long painful years of suffering.

He was on the phone with Jim Gordon when his menacing laugh caught my attention. He laughed viciously and forcefully, and when he was finished he hung up the phone and turned around.

"I think that went well." He said calmly, taking strides back towards the middle part of the stage.

I turned my head at the sound of someone leaving their chair. I smiled when I saw the next part of the show taking place. Galavan began his speech of rehearsed words, making sure his voice was projected to where every single person could hear him.

He made his way up the stairs, using his hands for emphasis while he got to his mark on the stage. He had a brief interaction with Jerome, making sure his back was turned so Barbara could come up behind him and knock him out with the mallet. He plopped to the floor dramatically, even though she didn't actually hit him that hard.

The two continued their spiel, with Barbara going off script a little bit to mess with Lee, who as I understood, was Jim Gordon's current girlfriend. I knew about what he did to Barbara, and I knew it wasn't right. That's why she seemed to be doing better with Tabatha around.

Jerome had to stop Babs from stabbing Lee, and she only resorted to punching her across the face instead.

Jerome rolled his eyes as he pretented to check his watch. Time for the next event in the show. Time to kill Bruce Wayne, or at least try.

Jerome called him to the stage, not once, not twice, but three times. When he did not reply, I figured he might have sneaked out of the building like some of the others.

"Kill his butler." Barbara suggested, and a smile lit upon my face when I made eye contact with the man she was speaking of. I'd never really understood the appeal of having a butler, someone to chase you around and wait on you hand and foot. Sounds exhausting just to have that attention all the time.

I watched as they struggled to get him towards the stage. I rolled my eyes, standing up to help the grown ass men in getting the butler to where Jerome stood.

We got him in front of the stage and figured it was close enough, holding him steady before suddenly Bruce Wayne emerged from behind the curtains of the back walkways.

With a surprised face, I watched as the boy came closer and closer with each step he took. He was coming slower than we intended, but we weren't in any rush. We had the cops where we wanted them.

We exchanged the prince of Gotham for his butler, and as I brought the boy onstage, I kept looking him over, finding something familiar about him.

"J, we kinda look alike, huh?" I said with a wondering tone, not even phased by the fact that we were going to slash his throat open, or at least pretend like we were about to.

"You're prettier, but I do see the resemblance." He said, winking at me with a smile in return to my question. I blushed and leaned over to peck his cheek, all while holding the young Wayne hostage.

I let Jerome take over, standing back by Barbara to ensure there was room for Galavan to stand up. The last part of the show would be where the hero comes to, standing and knocking out Jerome so me and Barbara could drag him away to safety before the cops were let in. Galavan would then be the hero, and the 'villain' would be defeated. Then we would be handsomely rewarded and allowed the freedom to go anywhere we wanted.

I watched with a smile as Galavan stood to his feet, cluching his fist as he came up to Jerome. He tapped him on the shoulder just as practiced, and Jerome turned around, letting Bruce go.

I saw Galavan raise his fist, and my smile dropped when I saw the knife. I froze, and my heart stopped beating for a single moment. I watched in slow motion how the knife dug deeply into Jerome's neck, blood spurting from the side like a fountain. I strangled out a painful scream as I ran over to where he was holding him up right. Galavan pulled the knife from his neck after Jerome uttered his last words.

The man I'd learned to trust stepped away from the lifeless, bloodied body on the ground. I fell to the floor and clung to Jerome, tears falling from my eyes harder than ever before. It was like every horrible thing in my life had come to this moment, the worst of them all. It all lead up to the biggest loss of a lifetime.

"J, please don't leave me. Please don't go, please.... I need you here." I whispered to him while I looked at his cold smile. He was gone, now, nothing left. "I can't do it without you, you said you'd never leave me, please... please don't go."

A harsh sob racked my body as the true realization of this came to my mind. Every ounce of my future would never be the same, if I even lasted the night. This feeling was so deep, and wrenching in my soul, I doubted I'd live to sleep till the morning.

I burried my face into his chest, still clinging to his body as it lay dead on the stage. The only thing I ever loved in this world lay dead in frontof me. I pulled back, my tears still washing my cheeks like a waterfall. I looked into those eyes that I loved so much. The most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen before. The only reason I kept going through my days in Arkham, and the only reason I'd followed every order of that murderous traitor Galavan. He was a brilliant star, and he shined so bright. I should have known, it's the stars that shine the brightest that die first.

I raised my hand to his face, holding the side of it and hoping with all my heart that somehow this isn't permanent. Somehow he's okay, just sleeping. Somehow he isn't dead, and his heart isn't stopped, it's still beating.

"I love you, Jerome Valeska...." and I knew then that I'd never get to hear him say it back, never again.

I somehow missed when Barbara made her great escape. I was supposed to make that same escape, and Jerome was supposed to be in my arms, alive and well, pretending to be unconscious. It was supposed to be fake. A charade to show that even the crazy people get away sometimes, but there's always a hero. None of it was fake. This was Galavan's intention all along. To kill the love of my life.

A body racking sob escaped me when I was pried from the stage by an officer who had stormed throught the crowd. The GCPD had taken the building and were now making arrests.

Once my body was torn from his, my voice was instantly silenced, and I now struggled to get out of the hold of the officer, without making a single sound.

My tears never stopped, they increased. As I was put into custody of another cop, I saw a gurney with a body bag go by me and into a larger police vehicle.

I was shoved into the backseat of another one, the handcuffs restraining me from lashing out, but giving me room to do the one thing I knew how to.

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wellthatwasaletdown · 2 years

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Question for new mod

Did you dislike OW prior to Harry dating her? You seem to follow what she does closely and you post far more update posts on her than you do on Harry. I come here for anti Harry content and sometimes there's none, just endless posts about Olivia trolling fans and copies of all her IG posts.

Please don't say "well, you make suggestions for posts on Harry" to me because if I wanted to do all my own Harry research and posts I wouldn't come to a blog that's supposed to be about him and being critical of him.

1. I can say whatever I want. I have always (even before I became a moderator) posted information/news/updates about Harry for people to comment on. That included Tess, Camille, and Olivia because they were/are part of his life. That has never been a problem until recently. I bring the information here for anons who want to comment on it. If you don't want to comment on it, don't comment on it. Don't read it. It's not a hard concept.

2. Yes, I have disliked Olivia Wilde for years. I never cared for acting, but I followed the Me Too movement very closely and I saw how long it took her to speak out against Harvey Weinstein, her association with admitted predator Anthony Kiedis, the fact she hired Shia LeBoef despite having worked with him previously and then tried to hijack FKA Twiggs moment to make it about herself because she "fired" him, the shadiness in the Richard Jewell story--it was just one thing after another. And, I never understood why a seemingly nice guy like Jason was with someone who seemed so icky.

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stevenbasic · 3 years

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what the..? I thought to myself, opening up Instagram for the first time this Monday morning, as I sat at my desk, What the hell is this?? I had - huh? - a whole inbox full of messages, from accounts I didn’t recognize. Who are all these people…? No one ever sends me DMs, I thought, as I opened the first. This, the first of maybe a half-dozen, took me aback:..

Who was this person? What was she doing, contacting me? ‘Applying for job’???

Oh no…

Already half a mess from a weekend spent in indulgent, self-flaggeratory decrepitude, ashamed of myself for how pathetic I’d been over the past two days, I felt my chest drop as I began to realize what was happening:

Randi.

Immediately I went to my desktop, to start pulling up our accounts, the business profiles for the practice. Instagram, Facebook. I had given Randi the title of “Director of Social Media” and - shame on me - hadn’t really kept track of what she was doing with them. She had said, last week, that she’d be helping start the search for new hires, and she had obviously gone online to post for the positions. My hands shook as I began to realize what she’d done.

Any normal person would have used Indeed.

I shuddered as I signed in. All our social media platforms were absolutely blanketed with completely inappropriate postings, the most recent being for the job positions. Our Facebook - which under my direction had been an admittedly stale assembly of old practice photos - was now rife with gratuitous body shots of Melissa, selfies of the girls,all ostensibly advertising the office. Randi had also pinned and boosted a post featuring herself and the staff assembled in a group cheesecake pose: “Any pretty girls want a job? We need lots of ladies to fulfill the massive needs of the office of Far Horizon Medical Associates, front- and back-end. Great money! Become a Lean-In girl!” Agh!!! Our Instagram ‘story’ was a similar series of Melissa’s old modeling pics, and culminated with this:

I dropped my face into my hands. Randi had hijacked our online presence, our social media accounts, and even started some new ones. Tumblr, Twitter, all with the same message. UGH. What did she think she was doing?? The worst offense, though, was on Instagram. A picture - oh no - of me, in my clinic jacket, with the caption: “D-cup? Bigger? Dr. J likes you already! We want you for our #bodsquad team!” And then, the killing blow: “send resumes to me here, pics to @dr_j_787878 - pretty girls only! #bigboobsamust

I have to take this d-

Just then, an IG alert. More pics of “Bessie” coming thru:

Jesus.

I need to speak to Randi about this, I told myself, knowing I should call her in here, right away. I even reached for the desk phone, to dial her extension but - god help me - I couldn’t. I felt strangely nervous, anxious, afraid to confront her. What was wrong with me?? Was I really this meek, frightened of my own employee, of confronting her, of making her mad? She was a strong personality, and the thought of arguing with her…

My hand rested on the phone; I was frozen, unable to act, wrestling with self-reproach.

Just then, my cell phone buzzed. A text from Melissa:

How did she..?

My thoughts, for a brief moment, became more confused. I felt watched, even more paranoid. But then, a light of clarity settled me with the thought - Melissa can fix this.

no…I can handle this myself…! C-can’t I?

No, you can’t.

I had just spent all weekend jerking off to her. How was I supposed to face her? I’d wilt in shame, for sure, just being in the room with her. But, even through my anxieties, my doubts and misgivings, I found myself typing:

Yes, Melissa can make this better.

I waited, watching my phone for her reply. I straightened my tie. Pushed some papers to the edge of my desk. Rearranged my pens. After a good minute:

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speckledbears · 4 years

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Thoughts on “Far From Home”

SPOILERS FOR “Spider-Man: Far From Home”!!!!

this is for you anon

ok so basically i thought that it would have been good if it wasn’t a Spider-Man (“children’s”) movie.

Like, I think Quentin (Jake G) was such an interesting character, and an amazing villain but, I hated that his entire reason was because he wanted to be the New Iron Man. It bugs me to NO END that THATS the reason. Tony stole the projector tech he made, made fun of him (even if the audience didn’t know), and fired him. I think that’s a much better reason than wanting to be the next Annoying, Mean, Rich Rich Rich So Fucking Rich Metal Guy. The tech was so fucking cool? Like, projectors that seemed so lifelike,,, that’s so cool (also i kinda feel like you could relate it to how disney is only using GCI now but the russos are dumbasses). And like, the story Quentin and his team put together for Mysterio, and all the planning and the production value (if you can call it that lol) was so interesting and I was so intrigued. If there was a movie for him, and he didn’t fucking suck, I would pay to see it. His issue is that he’s so hellbent on killing Peter, MJ and Ned that I was put-off from like, half the movie. It’s kinda terrifying that someone can say, “I’ll just have to kill the kids myself,” and NO ONE IS CONCERNED??? And the fact that he was willing to kill innocent civilians just to make headlines, that’s fucked (and modern). Also, I think the directors missed out on a big opportunity for Peter to have a new father figure. Peter looked up to Quentin, trusted him, seeked him out for advice, like he would a father. I don’t remember him ever doing that with Tony. Peter was always too worried he was bothering him, and Tony seemed to brush him off a lot. Sure, Tony picked him and placed so much faith in him but, in the end? I feel Peter became more of a toy for the Avengers than an actual team member. If Quentin had been a good guy, doing this shit for the “right reasons” (idk like, taking the burden of becoming Iron Man off Peter, and maybe mentoring him) he could’ve been AMAZING. I still love him (except his dumb reasons) but, y’all missed out!!!!

Next: The whole deal with Peter being chosen by Tony to be the next Iron Man. Fucking hate that shit!!!!! Peter is a CHILD, he’s 16, and obviously he’s not ready for that responsibility!!!! In the movie, he’s manipulated by Quentin (which i lowkey also hate and explained above) and he just!!! gave EDITH to him!!!!! He’s a good kid, but not mature or responsible enough to handle having access to that kind of tech. I mean, dude almost killed a classmate?? Literally called a drone strike on the kid, couldn’t figure out how to cancel it, and destroyed the drone himself. Let’s not forget that this responsibility was FORCED ON HIM BY TONY???? Like, there was this scene where Peter literally told Quentin that he didn’t want EDITH!!! He didn’t want that kind of responsibility that came with being Iron Man!!! All he wanted for the summer was to hang out with his friends and kiss the girl he likes!!! Peter just wanted to be a normal child for one summer and, apparently, that was too much to ask for. Also, in the scene where Happy and Peter are in the jet talking about Tony, Peter says that he doesn’t know if he can be the new Iron Man. Happy doesn’t even hesitate when he says, “No, you can’t. No one can replace him.” Like hello!!!! And then they immediately forget that little nugget of wisdom, and Peter starts playing with Tony’s tech and literally everyone with eyes can draw the parallels between Peter and Tony. It’s frustrating. I hated how Tony was treated after his death. I completely understand mourning a character, especially one as important as Tony Stark, but it didn’t feel like mourning. It felt like worshipping. Tony had become a martyr, and he fucking knew it (EDITH = Even Dead, I’m The Hero 🙄) and people are still licking his boots. It’s just so weird that, even though he’s supposed to be dead, he’s still a main character and RDJ isn’t even in the movie!!!!!!!! When a character dies, that’s it, they can’t directly influence the story anymore, and yet Tony is still the reason for everything Peter does? He doesn’t have his own initiative. He lived and breathed in Tony’s shadow, and he’ll live in it forever. He’s being forced to become the next Iron Man. And believe me, I love Tony. I grew up watching the “Iron Man” movies with my parents and brother, and I remember watching one in the theatre and laughing till I cried. Guys! He’s dead! He’s done more than enough! It’s Spider-Man’s turn now.

I really hated Nick Fury in this movie. I grew up watching the OG Marvel movies and I loved Nick, but holy fuck. This dude hounded Peter, a CHILD, for help against those Elementals when he could’ve literally asked anyone else (side note: he shot Ned with a tranquilizer dart like? dude he’s a child calm down-). He gave a shit ton of excuses for why he couldn’t get in contact with the other Avengers but, I call bullshit. This dude is like, one of the most powerful men in the world (Quentin’s words, but it’s also been proven in other movies). He managed to track down Peter, how is it THAT HARD for him to find an adult??? Then he hijacked the school trip so that Peter would be in Prague, and he KNEW that once Peter was there he would help. It’s manipulation. Never mind the scene like, 5 mins later where Peter says he’s worried about his friends getting hurt (and having EDITH but not really understanding her), and Nick exploded on him. LIKE DUDE??? he’s a child. I’m also super pissed off at the fact that Nick manipulated Peter using his Avenger status. OOOOHHHH you whore!!! Literally everyone knows that Peter loved Tony (🙄🙄) and he used him against Peter! ASK AN ADULT FOR HELP YOU HAVE AN ENTIRE TEAM OF THEM????? Oh also, the bitch KNEW Quentin was evil. There’s a scene that proves it. It’s right after their first meeting where Peter says no, and leaves. Nick and Maria (the brunette lady hes always with, im surprised i remembered her name) share a knowing glance. They fucking KNOW. And yet?? They let Quentin do whatever the hell he wants?? He literally tried to kill 3 teenagers, and planned to kill hundreds of civilians in London (and i’m not sure if anyone did get hurt or died but, i wouldn’t be surprised). But the most powerful man in the world can’t stop him, apparently. He wants a 16-year-old CHILD to do it for him. It’s ridiculous!

The romance was also a bit hit-or-miss for me. Like, Ned and Betty?? It felt so forced and contrived? It literally only existed so that MJ could take Ned’s place. Y’all notice that Ned basically ditched his best friend for the entire movie for some girl he barely knows? Also, the fact that they “fell in love” on an eight hour flight. Hate that. It’s such a trope and it’s ugly. The romance with Happy and May was kinda weird, too? I mean, I don’t know their past together. I didn’t watch “Infinty War” or “Endgame” but, it also felt forced. Especially at the end, when Peter asked if they were dating!! May said no and Happy said yes!! I’m assuming that’s supposed to be comedy?? ig??? Anyway, I didn’t really like the romantic rivalry between Brad and Peter? (btw no shit i almost called peter “tony” i’m telling y’all they’re synonymous now). Like, Brad’s logic in using the photo of Peter stripping to “expose the truth” about Peter to MJ was so weird and awkward? The entire scene felt forced and I was so uncomfortable watching it. Also, MJ would’ve stuck up for Peter anyway, so it didn’t even matter, and the rivalry was dropped so easily after the opera in Prague. I did actually like the romance between Peter and MJ, even though I wasn’t expecting to. It’s a bit weird how quickly he got over Liz, but whatever; he’s a teenager. (I was going to comment on the necklace thing but, that’s actually kind of in character for him so, y’all get ONE (1) pass). I thought their hug and kiss at the end of the battle with Quentin was super fucking sweet and innocent, and it was refreshing compared to most teen romance movies where they act like adults instead. I was in LOVE with that scene, and it was one of the only scenes I honestly loved.

Ok, I wanna go back to Quentin for a bit. This dude absolutely destroyed the Peter Parker we were given in HOCO, and at the beginning of the movie. Yeah, Tony already had him as a puppet, but Quentin took his innocence. Y’all saw how easily Peter trusted people before him!! Like?? When he found out Quentin manipulated him, he lost almost all his faith in other people, except for MJ and Ned. For example, the scene where Peter calls Happy to pick him up because he’s in a holding cell in the Netherlands? Love that scene BUT! As he’s limping over to Happy, so obviously fucked up and hurting, he makes Happy prove it’s really him. THAT FUCKING HURT LMAO!!!!! I hated that. And that last battle with Quentin on the bridge? He maneuvered so easily through the drones, it was impressive, and he’d only fought against them once before (seems impossible but whatever). And watching the projections dissolve away into just pixels and a scared little bitch in a fish bowl helmet? Classic Theatre. But, he was traumatized by previous experiences fighting Quentin. Peter’s growth made the movie good but, his loss of innocence really made this movie kinda suck. Sure, his innocence still there—the scenes later with MJ prove that—but he’s still lost his easy trust in other people. It hurt to see. And, like, I’m not saying he can’t be more mature but, he didn’t even trust Happy!! He’s so paranoid that he’ll find his loved ones replaced by Quentin’s illusions!! It sucks!!!! Peter isn’t Peter without that sense of childlike wonder, curiosity, and helpless faith in others.

Anyway, I wanna talk about that Netherlands scene again because, holy shit, I loved it. After Peter was hit by that train (i actually screamed but the cinematography inside the train? *kiss*), he wakes up in some holding cell in the Netherlands with a band of friendly locals, and the guard, who’s talking on the phone with his pregnant wife. I don’t know why but, that scene was one of the first to make me smile? Like, it was so sweet how the other men were so happy for the guard and his wife, how they gave Peter a spare shirt because he looked cold, how Peter just broke the lock and left? How the guard was wearing Peter’s mask???? I’m in love. The next scene I liked was literally right after, of Peter limping through the tulip field, and Happy landing the jet nearby. Without dialogue, that scene is so pretty?? The petals stirring in the wave the jet left as it landed?? The HUG???? UGH! I fell in love. Another scene I loved was the scene when Peter went to Berlin to meet with Nick Fury and Quentin manipulated it with the projection technology. Even though I knew it was fake, I was worried about what was going on outside the projection (he got hit by a fucking train so,,,,,, iwas right to be worried-). Watching Peter so helpless and trying to stay vigilant was so heartbreaking, yet I was lowkey impressed. Like? How many other mean ass men could pull that off? None, next question. I can’t even think about how to explain it. I watched that scene at least 3 times, and was amazed every time, my only thoughts anxiety for Peter.

Okay, lastly, I wanna talk about the tech. I thought it was so interesting and unique. Like, I’ve played with the idea of projection in stories, or with characters as magic but, never considered applying it through technology, especially tech as capable as it is. And every scene where the projections were being used were amazing. I mean, obviously it’s CGI, but in the context of the MCU, it’s so interesting and cool to see tech like that used in a very public way. And no one knew!!! The whole system (along with Quentin and his team) was so good at camouflaging that I was fooled at the beginning of the movie. I seriously believed in the Elementals and Mysterio’s ruined Earth. It’s part of the reason I really enjoyed his character. And, like I said earlier, Peter was fooled by it too; everyone was. He learned it, eventually. But not before Quentin could manipulate the situation one last time and claim Peter called the drone attacks on London, and revealed his identity.

All in all, I didn’t have fun watching “Far From Home,” and it’s mainly because it didn’t feel like a Spider-Man movie. I enjoyed “Homecoming,” so much more. The villain was far more relatable (even though you could see it as demonizing the poor), Ned and Peter’s friendship was so wholesome and sweet, the entire cast was fun, and it was more enjoyable than watching some angry rich white man trying to kill children so he can get richer.

#long post #spiderman #spiderman: ffh #peter parker #mysterio #mj spiderman #ned spiderman #im angry haha

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Turnabout Ra Moon

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Mega man Archie comic spoilers

I've been reading the Megaman archie comics lately and I,,, went ham,,, anyways, its ace attourney and megaman bleh, enjoy ig

(I can't put a read more on mobile blease forgive me)

Tuesday, 8:15 AM, Wright & co. office

Phoenix sighed, pacing in his office. Money’s tight again, and that blackout definitely didn't help matters. Now that electricity’s back, it’s all over the news.

The phone rang. Followed by the door slamming open. “Phoenix!! A call!!” Maya squealed. Phoenix smiled, and picked up the phone.

“Hello, is this Phoenix Wright?” Phoenix stopped smiling.

He knew that voice, the very same that screamed about all that Ra moon mind control business while being escorted by the authorities. He sighed, loudly.

“Yes, this is. Can we help you?” “It's a terrible desperate circumstance, you see! I'm innocent! I'm inno-” Phoenix cut him off. “Yes, I've heard. Dr. Wily, was it?” Maya’s face fell. “A-ah, yes! That would be me. Can you help me?”

Phoenix Winced. He didn't trust Wily as far as he could throw him, but…

Phoenix covered the phone’s speaker. “You can't take this case, Phoenix!” Maya whispered. “Do you have any other solutions?!” He shot back.

“I may be able to… I can drop by and review your case in a bit, and then we'll discuss further.” “Thank heavens!”

Phoenix hung up the phone, and promptly jumped at his partner’s reaction. Maya groaned, falling to her knees. “Phoenix, you bonehead, how are we gonna get out of this one?!”

Phoenix slumped over. “I don't know… But it can't hurt to try.” “Can't hurt?! Can't hurt?! Phoenix, that man’s put the whole world in jeopardy! Has everyone forgotten about the time he hijacked the robot masters?!” Maya stood back up, her arms folded.

“I don't like it either! But it's either this or ramen for a month!” Maya calmed down a bit. Phoenix had a point, why was being involved with law so difficult?!

“Are you coming to the detention center with me?” Maya paused. “Yeah…” She pulled Phoenix into a hug. “I hope this works out for everyone.” “I hope so too.”

Tuesday, 8:47 AM, Detention Cell, Visiting room

Phoenix pulled up a chair to desk, his reflection showing faintly in the glass. Maya borrowed a chair from the next window over and sat beside him. Dr. Wily approached the window, escorted by some guards. He smiled nervously.

“Good day, Mr. Wright!” “Likewise, Dr.” Dr. Wily laughed uncomfortably before continuing. “I suppose you need the full story now?” “That would be nice.” Phoenix returned. “Right, right. Well…”

“It all started when Thomas Light revealed the Robot Masters. I had helped him design, refine, and perfect, and yet…” Dr. Wily's face shifted to a scowl, one that made Maya shift uneasily.

“Did I get credit? No! Thomas got all the glory,all the recognition, and I got nothing!” He slammed his fist on the table in anger. “So I thought I'd try to find my glory elsewhere, by discovering the temple!”

“What about when you stole the Robot Masters the first time? Seems to me Ra Moon had no hand in that.” Phoenix had an eyebrow raised, whatever answer he got back ought to be very interesting…

“I-I was just about to say!! Little did I know, Ra Moon had influenced me from the start! How would I have known about the temple or Ra Moon? He placed all these ideas in my head, you see!” Dr. Wily grinned, trying to hide the fact that Phoenix was onto him like a spotlight.

“Uh huh…” Phoenix leaned back, this was one of the most unpleasant visits he'd ever taken to the detention center.

“B-but!!! I have someone to back me up! The Blue Bomber, Megaman!” Phoenix and Maya were shocked, could this be true?

“If you don't mind, we'd like to have a word with him before we accept your case.” Dr. Wily nodded, that sounded fair. “Thank you so much for coming to see me!! Every other attorney I've called never even gave me a shot…” He looked down, this was a sorry state he's gotten in, truth be told.

“Don't thank me yet…” Phoenix replied, getting out of the chair and moving towards the door, Maya following him.

“Are we really going to visit Megaman?!” Maya started bouncing as soon as the exited the door. “Oh my god, I wish I had brought something to autograph!” Phoenix couldn't help but laugh. “Maya, come on, I'm sure you can ask for one later, maybe after the trial?” Maya hopped aboard her bike. “So you're going to accept?” “I'm not 100% certain yet, but if Megaman can vouch for this guy, it seems like a pretty strong case.”

Tuesday, 9:38 AM, Light Labs

Phoenix and Maya parked their bikes beside the building, which a bright green, very large robot was blowing leaves off of the walkway.

“Are you one of the residents of Light Labs?” Phoenix asked. “Me?” The robot responded, turning off the leaf-blower. “I'm Auto! I'm helping Dr. Light tidy up after all mayhem!” Auto replied cheerfully.

“Right… Is he in at the moment?” “Inside the Lab? Yeah! Who's asking?” Phoenix straightened a little, trying to look dignified. “Phoenix Wright, defense attorney. And my partner, Maya Fey.” Maya waved a bit, and Auto returned the gesture.

“So you'll be defending Dr. Wily?” Auto asked. “Possibly, we'd like to ask Megaman a few questions, first.” “Oh! Go ahead! Ain't he the coolest? So brave and strong!” Maya perked up. “Yeah, he is!!! Saving the world from the clutches of evil, but still so humble!” “Yeah!!!” Auto responded.

Phoenix was already approaching the door, and gave it a firm knock, Maya rushed to catch up.

The door was opened by a small blonde girl. “Hello?” Phoenix recalled her often beside Megaman on the news, perhaps his sister. “Er, hello- Phoenix Wright, defence attorney, may I speak to Megaman?” “Are you defending Dr. Wily?” She asked. “Maybe.” Phoenix answered.

Roll sighed, and turned around. “Rock! You have a visitor!” She turned to face Phoenix and Maya again. “He'll be here in a second.” Maya couldn't help but ask “What do you think about this Ra Moon business.”

The girl pondered for a bit. “I don't know, I was deactivated for repairs at the time, Rock seems to trust him though, but I just don't know if I can feel the same.” “Deactivated?” Maya pressed further. “Yeah, I had… A rather unfortunate accident.” The girl smiled pleasantly, a strange contrast from her words.

“I'm Roll, by the way, nice to meet you!” She held out her hand, Phoenix and Maya each took it and shook.

“Hello?” Rock approached the door. “Megaman! It's so nice to meet you!!” Maya bounced, her hands loosely flapping from side to side. “Please, call me Rock.” He smiled pleasantly. “Would you come in?”

The lab was a pristine and bright location, but still very welcoming. Rock sat on a cozy armchair, and motioned for Phoenix and Maya to follow.

Roll hurried into a room off of the main room, and a red, robotic dog climbed into Rock’s lap. “So, how can I help you?”

“We're considering defending Dr. Albert Wily, and he said you could vouch for him and his Ra Moon story, is that true?” Rock smiled, petting the dog between it’s ears. “I can! Ra Moon seems to have a very strong power over a lot of things. I'm sure you were aware of the blackout, Mister?”

Phoenix nodded. “I've seen it's power up close and personally. It was.. Terrifying. Wily had even tried to build a robot to match it’s power, but Ra Moon took it over. It wouldn't be a stretch to say it could control humans, too, don't you think?”

“I don't know what to think, truthfully…” Phoenix responded. “Would it help to know we’re gathering a team to go back to the temple and research?” “Yes, actually.” Phoenix smiled. “Who's going to be on the team?” Rock thought for a moment. “Me, Roll, dad, Dr. Cossack, Pharoah Man, Dr. Astil, Plant Man, and I think that's it.”

“Are you nervous?” Maya asked suddenly. Rock looked down. “A little bit.” Maya nodded. “Something that helps me is to take something that reminds me of home, and look at it when I'm scared!” Rock thought for a moment. “I should try that! Thank you, ms… Oh, I don't think I learned either of your names.” He laughed.

They told him their names, to which he responded “Those are really nice!” Maya giggled, her foot bouncing. “It was nice to meet you Rock, we'd better get going though.” Phoenix said, standing up. Maya followed suit.

“Will you take his case?” Rock asked. Phoenix paused for a moment. “I think so.” He smiled, fluffing Rock’s hair. Rock smiled. “Thank you so much, Mr. Wright.”

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Kevin Cage of @spotlightsaga reviews... Fear the Walking Dead (S03E02) The New Frontier Airdate: June 4, 2017 @amc Ratings: 2.698 Million :: 1.04 Demo Share Score: 8.5/10 @amc-fearthewalkingdead FB/IG/Tumblr/Twitter: @spotlightsaga **********SPOILERS BELOW********** Only after watching the 1st episode 4 times, was I able to become comfortable enough to write an extensive review. I've always felt like FearTWD came barreling out of the gate the exact way I would want any of my 'Dawning of the Zombie Apocalypse' series or films to do so. It was about psychology and sociology, unlike its violent, campy sister show. Not that I don't have a deep appreciation for TWD, because I do... Just like FTWD, TWD's characters go through a sort of transformation over time, becoming unrecognizable as the people we first met them as. Their environment and its rapidly decaying social constructs change them. Due to personal time constraints and working on other series... Oh, not to mention a member of my household that threatens death if I watch FearTWD without them, I was forced to split the 2-Part premiere up in what was supposed to be just two days... It ended up being almost an entire month. As frustrating as that is, it does give me a certain advantage of perspective because I didn't watch these episodes back to back in a bottleneck type fashion where I miss small details. I searched through my old review because at the beginning of this episode I notice after Travis (Cliff Curtis) is shot and opens the helicopter door to push himself out, the camera briefly pans down as Alicia unbuckled herself in attempt to stop Travis from jumping out of the copter. Only, when that camera pans down we see that it appears that Travis had been bitten before he had even boarded in the first place. I searched through my notes because I found that I mentioned nothing about the bite, or the possibility of the bite in my review of S03E01, but in my notes I have a bullet point where I listed that Travis acts odd as he boards the helicopter. Interesting, because Travis doesn't seem the type to even remotely put anyone in danger if it wasn't absolutely necessary. So then why would Travis jump on that helicopter with healthy human beings, including his much adored step-daughter? This is where the fun of psychology comes in with the show, and I'm so elated that FearTWD didn't attempt to walk us through these small points, because it gives us a chance to think about it and analyze the character's actions afterwards. I'm guessing that Travis was bitten in his 'bad-ass scuffle' with the undead. He knew he was going to turn, but thought the bite wasn't so severe that he didn't have time to make it to wherever they were all going so he could be with his family one last time before saying his final goodbye... Because ultimately, that's the kind of man that I've come to know Travis as... Bit with the added bullet wound in the side of his neck, Travis knew that his time had just been cut short, making his fateful goodbye a short and unsatisfying one as Alicia is left to put the puzzle pieces together, just like us, but in a much shorter timespan. For me, the look on Alicia's face as she watched Travis fall out, after seeing the bite and gazing back up to his neck, said it all. Alycia Debnam-Carey is so good at telling stories with her facial expressions. This isn't a woman who anyone would ever accuse of only having 'one look' or resorting to a 'furrowed brow' when the emotions became complex, I feel like we were told a novel in just a few seconds because of the powerful emoting that Debnam-Carey displayed in just a brief moment. RIP, Travis... You almost had your proper goodbye that you truly deserved. Unfortunately, this just isn't that type of world. Back at the new ranch that Madison (Kim Dickens) and Nick (Frank Clark) would be trying to call home, after just living in a tortuous hell with the owner's biological son, Nick contemplates rushing into the unknown to find the lost helicopter and the people who he loved that were inside of it. This has become a trait we all associate with Nick, I see that some viewers have become frustrated with this aspect of Nick's character... But, essentially, a young man his age, a recovering addict, he's going to indulge in self-destructive behavior, react on the first emotion that overwhelms his senses. This is a young man who has recently become clean, who's been placed in one emotional stressful situation after another. He needs people like Madison around to snap him into reality and good thing she was there to do so. This isn't the frightened, frail S1 Madison who could barely muster up the gumption to react when someone was in trouble. This isn't the empathetic, caring, very human S2 Madison who would sacrifice her needs and the needs of her family to save others. No, no... This is a 'lioness defending her everything' S3 Madison who will stop at nothing to protect her own and herself... And I absolutely love it! The fact that The Otto family, who runs this ranch and apparently others, is just allowing a murderous psychopath to run free, in fact almost allowing him to take part in the first 'mercy kill' back at that base tells me that something is very wrong here. The Patriarch, Jeremiah Otto (Dayton Callie) tells Madison that he was 'star gazing' and he saw 'Venus flare across the sky', insinuating that the copter had gone down and foul play was amuck. He even goes as far as to ask if Travis would have hijacked the copter, which makes no sense whatsoever and essentially brings even more suspicion into the strength and integrity of his character. Things always feel off when a new group of characters that have their own societal structure are introduced in a 'Walking Dead' series, but these guys smell like bullshit to me.... And again, I can't stress it enough, the fact they've allowed Troy (Daniel Sharman) to exist and literally run an insane Frankenstein/Dr Jeckyl type experiments on a remote base and now just rejoin them like no 'war crimes', so to speak, is straight bananas. Sure, he's still Otto family, but he's clearly unhinged and dangerous at least a small punishment would be a sort of gesture of faith to the new arrivals that his behavior wouldn't be tolerated where they all now rest their heads. As far as episodes go, 'The New Frontier' was much more cohesive than its first parter entry, 'Eye of the Beholder'. We are diving into both the psychology and sociological natures of FearTWD, and for me that's the show getting back to what makes it great. With Travis now dead, the show even takes time to revisit Victor Strand (Colman Domingo) back at the hotel, a character that it appears that many people had almost forgotten or at least thought had died somewhere along the way. He's been put in an interesting position, as well as cemented himself in that very position as a doctor... A job he's not exactly qualified for, but a job that will keep him safe at least for the episode... And actually further, as one of his patients who he had a recent tangle with, the very woman who had cause his injuries, gave him keys to a car right before she jumped off of a balcony. As the episode winds down Jeremiah returns to Madison while she's grieving over the loss of her husband... And this asshole has the balls to tell her that part of his job is to make sure that people are not a danger to themselves or anyone else. Hi, pot... Meet, kettle. This new 'No Fucks Given' Madison tells him straight up that 'its a bit too early to tell'. Gotta give my girl props on that line... Never did I ever think I'd be referring to Madison as 'my girl', but she's earned a lot of respect in the growth we've seen over the past two episodes, or from the beginning of the series to where we are at now. He knows she has the Beretta and tells her that she can keep it... Thats if she signs for it, a sign of trust in what's already a grim, sketchy situation. Keep in mind, this is more of a dig of trust from Madison who by signing for the gun is admitting that she took it. Sure The Ottos and Jeremiah are opening up their 'compound' to them, but at this point the question is... At what cost? In the closing moments we get the highlight of the episode, of the 2-Part FTWD S3 premiere, one of the highlights of the entire series. Alicia visits Madison and asks what the plan is. Madison has made up her mind, further cementing this new and improved S3 Madison... "We're gonna make it our home, even if we have to take it over." Alicia calls that insane... Madison responds and I can feel my pulse elevating, they are truly pulling as much tension from this final scene as they possibly can, complete with an ominous, perfectly placed original score. "No, it's our fate. We suffered to get here. Travis died getting here. You have to accept it. You have to be stronger." She then tells Alicia to tell her how it all happened in the helicopter as the episode fades to black. A truly chilling moment. Thoughts? Theories? They were obviously attacked, shot at it... But by who. My guess is one of The Otto's, directly under the orders of the Patriarch Jeremiah... Though, I wouldn't be surprised if it was somehow Jeremiah himself, just to up his 'sinister factor'. Now it finally feels like FTWD is truly back!

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