#yes two of these films they never actually MENTION him being into men but in one of them he is literally lord byron

[jedi-valjean]

I think George's intended reading of Padmé in AOTC is not that she's creeped out by Anakin (except maybe when he says stuff like "you're exactly the way I remember you in my dreams" because there's no right way to react to that) but that she's got a crush on him from the beginning of the film. She wasn't prepared for him to be hot and she's a little flustered over it when they first meet. She's always liked Anakin as a friend, but now she likes him as that hot friend you secretly fantasize about without the intention of acting on it.

He couldn't be with her anyway because he's a Jedi, so it's not as if she's being presented with a difficult decision, Anakin or her career. He's not an option in the first place. That's why Anakin's advances make her uncomfortable— the choice isn't hypothetical if he's interested. Being with him is supposed to remain a private fantasy; her career is at stake if it bleeds into reality, not to mention his own position. She might even be afraid that she's encouraged this— after all, she does want him to like her, as you do when you have a secret crush. Even if you never intend to confess your feelings to them, you don't want to embarrass yourself and make them think awkwardly of you. (That's why she covered the cameras— what if she made a weird face in her sleep or her hair got messed up or something? Every time they interacted she'd wonder if he was thinking about how weird and unattractive she looks when she's asleep.)

Basically, Attack of the Clones isn't about an obsessively lovestruck boy winning over a woman who isn't initially interested, it's about two people who are crushing on each other like schoolchildren for the whole movie— Anakin's crush having been nurtured for ten years, Padmé's having come on suddenly when she laid eyes on Anakin all grown up. They're both trying to look good in front of each other, but their chemistry is best when they're genuine. Anakin can come off as very mature when he's not trying to prove it, and Padmé even acknowledges it. (Then he promptly ruins it by sulking about his teachers— Anakin hooking Padmé and awkwardly killing the moment is a running gag throughout the film, like when he said she was just as beautiful as he remembered in her dreams and they both cringed and tried to pretend he didn't say that.)

I think Anidala being mutual from the beginning (of their adult relationship) is better than "Padmé was mind-tricked," as it gives both characters more agency. Yes, Anidala is extremely codependent, but from both ends. Yes, Anakin is worryingly possessive, but he tries to conduct himself appropriately in social situations and is sheepish and apologetic when he crosses a line. Yes, Anakin slaughtered men, women, and children, but he's torn up with guilt over it and that tugs at Padmé's heartstrings. He demonstrates real maturity throughout the film— moments of it, anyway. This is what convinces Padmé to marry him. This is what convinces Obi-Wan and Yoda that they don't need to interfere in his relationship with Padmé, because he's shown he can be trusted to put his duty above his feelings. We know, of course, that Anakin is still just as much of a hot mess as his teachers fear he is— more, in fact. Occasional, even frequent moments of maturity do not indicate that he's actually emotionally stable or selfless or responsible, only that he has the capacity to be in certain situations.

#star wars #anidala #attack of the clones #aotc #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #anakin #padme #padmakin #meta #star wars meta #anidala meta

[charlidos]

"With Mr. Mortensen, Bloom "lost" himself in the New Zealand wilderness. 14 hours later they both returned to the LotR set bruised and thirsty and with a photo that's reputed to be the best ever taken of Orlando. If Mortensen would only release it."

In the myth of Viggo and Orlando's adventures in New Zealand and Middle Earth, this is my favourite legendary tale; two men getting lost and spending a night in a New Zealand rainforest, a "moonless night" 24 years ago. The leader of the pack taking the eager young pup on an adventure, Viggo the romantic renaissance man and Orlando's I'll-follow-you-on-any-adventure adoration. It is indeed the stuff of legends. And like all legends, the story changes over time.

So here's all we know, all we can guess and all we can blissfully imagine.

To begin with, the video interview is from 2004, and the info that Orlando was the "friend" accompaning him is from 2005. However, when Viggo told the same story back in 2003, he was alone, no friend mentioned.

"One time, I was in the rainforest near the west coast of the South Island. It was on a shooting break, one of those incredibly rare weekends where I actually had a Saturday off. So I just went down there for a day and a night to a place that I'd been to before. I wanted to get to the coast, so I headed into the woods, but it was a bit of a hike and it suddenly got dark. I hadn't brought a flashlight with me, which was a bit stupid, because I thought I knew the trail really well. But then I got lost. There was no moon and it was overcast, so it was just completely pitch black, especially as the vegetation was really dense and thorny. But I did have a camera with me, which had a flash, and a couple of rolls of film. So I used the flash to try and find my way out. For a second you could see everything around, so I was using the flash to try and find the trail. I kept thinking, 'It must be around here somewhere', but I never did find it. And then I ran out of film. At some point I was just getting really tired and ended up in a marshy area. I was falling down all the time, getting cut by thorns and I thought, 'This is stupid'. So, I found a piece of relatively high ground and lay down for a little while, until the moon came up. Luckily, when the moon arrived I managed to get my bearings and eventually I was able to figure out how to get back to where I started from. It was a huge relief, but when I showed up back on the set, I really alarmed everyone because it looked like I'd been through a grinder."

How come Orlando joined him on this trip into the wild? I can only speculate (it's what I'm here for, making an epic mountain of a molehill), but Orlando is famously very keen on adventure, so I'm sure he was eager to join. Moreover, he obviously worshipped the ground Viggo walked on (his "guardian angel" who has the skills to basically manage anything. Orlando probably thought "what could possibly go wrong?") and took any opportunity to follow his king. In other words, I don't think Orlando was hard pressed about coming along.

Why did Viggo ask Orlando then? Because he knew Orlando would say yes? Because he knew Orlando would appreciate it, more than the others? Because Orlando was the only other actor having a day off? Because Viggo felt a strong urge to share this beautiful and amazing place with him? Because of the chance to spend quality time with his sweet elf boy?

In Viggo's excellent plan for the hike, they'd be back soon, "in time for dinner". But instead they got lost. Maybe the prescence of the pretty elf prince distracted him? Or maybe he was being overly confident in his abilities, and perhaps wanting to show off a little? Even Viggo will want to impress people he likes, I'm sure.

Viggo brought his camera, photographer that he is. But he also brought an extra roll of film, suggesting he was planning to take a lot of pics. Maybe he wanted to photograph Orlando out in the woods; a beautiful elf in his natural element. But then he seems to quite quickly spend all the film on finding the way, running out before they were even remotely near home. Maybe he panicked a bit? Or maybe he really just wanted to get cool, impromptu photos for a book.

"When I developed the film, which was black and white, there were some really interesting images. The flash had lit up the ground, the foliage and these ferns which are typical of New Zealand. Some of them are almost like negatives because there was this fog and the flash was bouncing off them creating a really strange effect. It's quite unusual because there are these delicate ferns with their little tendrils and all the whiteness around them which makes them look like Japanese prints. I printed off four of them, which I've called Lost 1, 2, 3 and 4. You can see them on the internet."

(This is the first rendering of the tale, in 2002.)

The fact that Viggo apparently also took one - at least - photo of Orlando, suggests that Viggo either took some photos before getting lost, or he took photos of Orlando, furtively (or mistakenly?), while he was supposed to flash their way home. (But who is it who claims this photo is the best ever taken of Orlando? Orlando himself? Does he have it framed at home, as a treasured memory?)

As it got dark out with no moonlight, they started bumping into things, falling over and getting scratched by thorns and bruised by trees. They obviously didn't get seriously hurt, but maybe Viggo did start to worry for their safety. Like he said, he felt responsible for bringing Orlando out there, if he also got injured, it would have been disastrous. (Not sure if this rainforest also has dangerous animals and insects. Trampling on a deadly snake, walking into a poisonous spiderweb, getting prowled upon by a wild animal.)

The way Viggo tells it, the whole thing has an air of romantic adventure. Just picture them finding a piece of dry land for them to stay for a while. waiting for the moon and the stars to come out. (Or until the sun came up?) Imagine them lying on soft grass in a glade, talking softly, just waiting and enjoying each other's company.

Orlando can't have been used to being out in the wilderness, particularly in a foreign country, so Viggo was likely feeling protective. And I imagine Orlando keeping close to Viggo at all times, feeling safe as long as he could feel Viggo's warm body near. Trusting Viggo to keep them safe. If it was "pitch dark", how did they keep track of each other? I imagine Orlando grabbing hold of Viggo's hand, clutching it hard, his only anchor in a foreign, scary place. When they laid down in that glade, maybe they snuggled in close to each other to keep warm (since any night will most likely be a little cool). Maybe holding each other, for comfort and safety. Dirty, bruised, thirsty, completely lost and sharing a beautiful night together.

I can also see them finally seeing the first light of day, and being able to find their way back, hiking back to civilisation. Returning dishevled, exhausted yet very happy. I can see them, two crazy and adventurous nutters laughing about that night in the rainforest of NZ. And living to tell the wild tale, for years to come.

It's such a beautiful, romantic image. No matter what, I feel sure such an experience is one you keep with you for a long time. Bonding to the two together, forever. And creating a mythical legend to boot.

#viggo mortensen #orlando bloom #viggorli #lord of the rings #this is my way of writing fanfiction really #legends are there to be retold right?

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles | JIBCon, Solo Panel, (Rome, Italy, August 28 2022)

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Jensen panel. Will he do any more theatre? No, that was a huge mistake. A musical? “A musical??? ” (x)

Would Jensen do more theater work? “Nope, Few Good Men was a mistake, that was 120 pages long and I was on like 100!” And musical? “Um, maybe” You sing so well, and act! “Yeah, I can do both…”  (x)

He likes challenges, so maybe… but he doesn't plan that far in the future  (x)

Jensen recently saw Music Man with Hugh Jackman. Was blown away. It was a lot of fun. Made him think if he wants to do that. Answer? “Nah. I’d have to do jazz hands.” But we’ll see. He doesn’t know what he’ll do in 6 months.  (x)

He loves directing because it makes him think in a different perspective and it’s challenging. So maybe to the musical. The only musical he’s ever done is West Side Story.  (x)

One thing Jensen doesn’t miss is being trapped in the Impala with Jared after Jared had a burrito. Yellow Fever is an ep that comes to mind because it was funny through and through. But funniest scene is “the whole show”. (x)

Jensen panel: Every scene over the past 15 years was the funniest scene #jib12  (x)

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They were able to do risky storylines and go meta thanks to the fans. Because we stuck with them.  (x)

Q about iconic lines. Does he realize they’re iconic when he reads the script or when he films them? Both. Sometimes it will come up filming. SB was more on the page but one day Kripke was in set & he & Kripke brainstormed lines on the spot. #jib12  (x)

There’s a freedom to be creative. Healthy work environment, The Boys is not a toxic set “of which there are a lot of”. Sometimes he doesn’t realize a line will be iconic, other times one will not hit.  (x)

Jensen thinks the writers just wrote SB that way and hoped he can deliver. Doesn’t think Kripke demanded it. Kripke came up with “can’t go in dry” on the spot. Jensen mentions Paul Reiser had a lot of iconic lines too.  (x)

The audition scene for SB was the scene with The Legend, Paul Reiser. So many good lines. (x)

The legend dialogue was the audition scene for Jensen.  (x)

How was it being Dean again? “Like slipping into an old pair of sneakers. Just leaning against that car again…” There will not be a lot of visible Dean in it though. They reshot some of the Pilot. John Schowalter (sp?) stepped in 4 Sigriccia.He’s excited for us to see it.  (x)

Favorite beer in Family Business? He doesn't know, because there's a rotation of beer types and he hasn't been home for 2 months... but he likes Grackle  (x)

Fave beer on tab? Since he hasn’t been home in 2 months, he doesn’t know what’s on tab right now, but the Grackle is always on and it’s his go to. “But don’t drink too much of it, it’ll get ya.”  (x)

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‘Is it time for apple juice? Someone let me know when it’s 12’ (x)

Does he want to be the lead on another long running show? Yes, he has no problem with it. A few projects in early development with him as lead, particularly a movie he’s excited about. But he doesn’t talk about things until they’re a sure thing, so no teasers. (x)  He just likes good stories, to entertain. That’s his thing. (x)

JENSEN TALKED ABOUT THERE BEING PROJECTS. AT LEAST ONE MOVIE. AND THE LEAD ON A TV SHOW. NOTHING FOR SURE YET. BUT THEY'RE SITTING DOWN AT TABLES. HE JUST DROPPED THAT BOMB? (x)

‘I would take a lead again, if the story was right’ (x)

Jensen wants “apple juice” and two of the three bottles are actual apple juice. “You tricked me. What is going on here.”  (x)

‘It’s actually apple juice - you tricked me!’ (x)

At his first con in the UK, a multi fandom con, he thought he was just a face in the crowd and Jensen and Wayne were overwhelmed with the reception. First time Jensen thought “we might get another season”  (x)

How is Jensen practicing his voice drop? He never had any proper training, never did any work, it just naturally went down. It’s JDMs fault. “He’s so cool. I wanna be him when I grow up. I’m still waiting for that.”  (x)

Jensen says that in the first season of SPN admired Jeffrey Dean Morgan so much that he wanted to be like him when he grows up. (x)

He doesn't think his singing voice has changed that much over the years, his speaking voice has changed more. And he never took singing lessons or anything like that!  (x)

#Jensen Ackles #JIB12 #JIBCon2022 #Jensen: Panel Highlights #ah Jensen in a movie... I will enjoy that so much #*

[my-shields-are-down]

Karaoke 🎵

#one word prompt # Chenford one shot

Congratulations Anonymous! I had two ideas pop in my head for this prompt. So you will get TWO shots for the price of one prompt.

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#1 Because Jackson loved 90s boy bands

Lucy looks around the dive bar and instantly thinks of Jackson. “I go there to practice songs before doing them in more public spaces” he had told her the last time they had talked about karaoke. “I sing a lot of church music, r&b classics like Teddy Pendergast and Marvin Gaye. But I also come here to sing the songs, I would never sing in public - this crowd doesn’t care. They are usually knee deep into their own pain and grief they don’t hear me singing boy band songs. You know which ones are my favorites. I’ve always loved me some semi-successful boy bands.”

Lucy felt the tears begin to fall as she walked over to the song list and chose the song Jackson loved. A song that could speak to her loss of Jackson - appropriate given today was the anniversary of his death, as well as a song that could speak to her loss of Tim - he’d told her to “move on” three weeks ago. Yet here she was, covertly back in LA when everyone thought she was in Sacramento loving UC school.

She actually hated UC school, hated the premise of going deep under cover for long periods of time lying to everyone in the hopes that maybe, you’d get some intel on a crime worth sacrificing everything and everyone you loved. She didn’t want to sacrifice Tim, despite him clearly not wanting her. She missed him so much and she was beginning to realize and accept how important he had become to her.

Noah, her UC buddy, was somewhere in the dimly lit bar filming her, in her triad get up, crazy nails and make up. Filming this assignment of being one person in a sea of completely unrelated people doing something outrageous. She and Noah had been Clippers fans, in Clippers jerseys, at a Lakers game against Denver, cheering for the Clippers game they were watching on Noah’s phone while court side during the game. With their black hoodies and sunglasses, the news crews thought they were some celebrities punking an ex boyfriend of hers because they kept glaring at the Lakers bench. Mission accomplished.

Singing the a one-hit wonder from a former kinda-sorta-successful boy band member in a dive bar less than a mile from Tim’s house, where every song in the jukebox was written before 1980 should do the trick for her as well.

What she didn’t know was that Tim was in the bar, hunched over his 3rd whiskey trying to fill the void left by Lucy. Tim was at this bar because he had heard Jackson mention it to Lucy and if he got too drunk, he could easily walk home. Yes, ok, Tim totally eavesdropped their conversation and he came here to drown his sorrows and listen to some surprisingly great singers practice. Tonight had been too quiet. Too many of his thoughts festered in his gut.

Normally, there were songs to distract him, but tonight he just missed her. Lost in his thoughts and whiskey, Tim didn’t notice the hooded couple enter the bar. He didn’t notice the guy next to him discretely filming the girl now stepping up to the microphone. But his awareness clocked on, and Tim clocked in, cop eyes fully aware, when she spoke and then began to sing.

“I’m Sava. Tonight I sing for Jackson… and Jake. The two great men I’m missing and longing for tonight. Jackson - this one is for you.”

The first notes of melancholy from the sad song began to play, and as Tim watches out of the corner of his eye, the woman who clearly is not Lucy begins to sing.

Tim doesn’t recognize the song but is locked onto the singer… the voice.. he knows that voice…He flashes back to the aborted American Idol audition….despite what he told Lucy, he had heard her and had been mesmerized. Something in her tone or timbre called to him and locked him in place. And this singer sounded the same. The exact same.

Tim tuned back into the song during the bridge and felt the heartache and imagined it was Lucy, longing for him. And the pain eased slightly.

“Falling faster, barely breathing, give me something to believe in, tell me it’s not all in my head

Take what’s left of this man, make me whole once again..

Cause I want you and I feel you, crawling underneath my skin

Like a hunger, like a burning, to find a place I’ve never been

Now I’m broken and I’m fading, I am half the man I thought I would be

You can have all that’s left, Yeah yeah yeah, what’s left of me..”

And then, moments later, the song ends to a surprising smattering of applause and the grungy guy next to Tim ambles forward, wraps his arm around Sava and they go, leaving Tim alone with his whiskey, longing in the dark.

#chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #the rookie #tim x lucy #i love them #i'm in chenford withdrawal #one word gets you one shot #karaoke #version 1 of 2 #what’s left of me - nick lachey #is the hiatus over yet

[secretsolarsystem]

I would love to see an actor+Obikin au from you. I loved the interviews ewan and Hayden agve us an I would love to see Anakin and Obi-Wan in the modern world or any other world being actors. Do you think they would like each other?

bestie thank you sm for your patience...obviously got this a hot minute ago BUT!!! I am happy to say I have a short little something for you <3

this is inspired both by my refusal to let my time doing oral history go to waste and the fact that Ewan and Hayden are Aries men (it's actually only briefly mentioned but I think it's something we as a community need to acknowledge)

so pls enjoy this 1.5k modern au, actors au, my oral history skills have struck again! >:D mwahahahaha, welcome to my headcannon that Obi-Wan would absolutely be an Elton John stan, "we're both gay and british" !!! :D

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This week, the Coruscant Sun was lucky enough to snag interviews with the main cast of the new film coming later this year, Luminous Beings. Ever since the trailer dropped last week, giving audiences riveting teasers of action, romance, and a story sure to keep viewers on the edge of their seats, no one can stop talking about how much they can’t wait to see this star-studded movie.

Although, star-studded may not be the only thing this cast is – could they perhaps also be star-crossed? As the Sun sat down with leading lady Padmé Amidala and breakout actor Ahsoka Tano, we couldn’t help but ask what everyone else has been chomping at the bit to know: what is the deal with Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi?

Ever since the press tour began, fans couldn’t help but speculate that the relationship between Skywalker and Kenobi may be more than professional. With lingering glances, smitten smiles, and familiar touches, it seems these two may have stepped out of their characters as friends and work partners and have become more-than-friends and perhaps even partners, sans ‘work.’

Here’s what Amidala had to say on the matter in her exclusive interview with the Sun last week:

CS: Can you tell us about the dynamics of the cast? You’re working with a familiar face, aren’t you?

PA: Yes! It’s so nice to work with Anakin again. You can tell he’s grown so much since that short film last year. I mean, if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be the lead of a full-length feature, right? He’s brought a new depth of emotion to his acting, but he’s still his charming, goofy self when we’re not rolling. Always playing pranks on everyone, doing silly stunts and getting himself hurt…It’s never a dull moment with Anakin, to be sure.

CS: We’re just as happy to see you two reunite! Have you made any new friends on set?

PA: I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I do think I’ve become really great friends with Obi-Wan Kenobi. Of course I’ve seen his work and seen him at events and such, before but to work with him has been such an honor. He brings so much to this film aside from his name: his grace, his knowledge, his understanding of the inner workings of movies and their characters. I think he’s really elevated everyone’s work without stifling anyone’s interpretation. And outside of work, he’s just amazing. So many stories, and – don’t tell anyone I told you this – he’s really good at karaoke.

CS: Oh, you have to tell us more.

PA: All I’ll say is he’s a big Elton John fan.

CS: So when are we getting an Obi-Wan Kenobi and Elton John collab?!

PA: [laughs]

CS: While we’re on the subject of these co-stars of yours, we’ve got to ask: do you know anything about what’s going on between Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi?

PA: Oh you have to ask, do you?

CS: [laughs] The readers will have our heads if we don’t!

PA: [laughs] Oh, I believe you. I’m afraid it isn’t my place to speculate on what they do outside of work, but there is a sort of magic between them when we’re on set. It’s like they’re each a half of the same mind. When one suggests a line change, the other has a new line in response in seconds. When one tries changing up the blocking, the other meets them move for move. And Anakin, you know, is a bit newer to the acting scene, and you can see him just absorbing every word of advice and praise Obi-Wan has for him. Obi-Wan, too, is eager to not only encourage Anakin throughout filming, but learn a thing or two himself. You can tell they genuinely respect each other and like working together, which has made the overall process of working all together really wonderful.

CS: So they’re all smiles when they’re together? That’s very cute, wouldn’t you say?

PA: Sometimes it’s cute, sometimes it’s nauseating.

CS: [laughs]

Later that week, we managed to sit down with Ahsoka Tano to discuss her first ever movie role. Of course, though, we had to ask the young star what she thought about the rumors surrounding Skywalker and Kenobi.

CS: You’re working with some pretty big actors for your first ever movie. That must be exciting!

AT: It is, and everyone’s been so welcoming and helpful. Anakin’s become a sort of older brother, always looking out for me but ‘making sure I stay humble’ – which is his nice way of saying he can pick on me, but no one else can.

CS: [laughs]

AT: And Padmé’s been so nice. She’s someone I can really confide in and go to for advice about a lot of things, acting-related or not. And Obi-Wan – he’s the best, but also intimidating.

CS: Intimidating?

AT: I mean, not in the way most people think, I guess. He does come to work on a motorcycle in a leather jacket and all that, but the second he’s not on his bike he’s in big sweaters and he wears these ridiculous glasses when reading over the script. But I guess because of his experience and the faith he puts in us as colleagues, you just really don’t want to let him down.

CS: Wow, that’s a lot of pressure to put on yourself, especially as someone who’s starting out.

AT: Yeah, but like you said, I’m putting it on myself.

CS: Do you think any of your co-stars feel similarly?

AT: I think Padmé’s always been sure of herself and her skills, which I really admire. Anakin is the cockiest guy you’ll ever meet, but I can see him looking for Obi-Wan’s approval a lot.

CS: Speaking of which, what do you think of the two of them? Of their dynamic?

AT: Well, first thing’s first: both of them are Aries men. So it’s utter chaos with either of them around, and it’s just impossible when they’re together.

CS: Oh? What makes them so ‘impossible’ together?

AT: When they’re getting along, it’s disgusting. All their smiles and the whispers in each other’s ears to make the other laugh, the way Anakin will rest his chin on Obi-Wan’s shoulder to read over the script in Obi-Wan’s hands even though Anakin has his own copy, the way they have to sit on the same end of the couch, even if no one else is sitting on it.

CS: That sounds pretty adorable.

AT: I think it’s gross, but I haven’t even gotten to when they aren’t getting along. They’re equally stubborn, even if Anakin goes hot where Obi-Wan goes cold. When they disagree about something, you do not want to be in the same room as them. Anakin yells, sometimes he throws things. Obi-Wan gets this really severe look and tone, and can say some nasty things. It’s hard to watch, honestly- Oh shit, this is all on the record, isn’t it?

CS: It is, is that alright?

AT: Eh, I guess their lovers’ spats can be known beyond the set.

CS: ‘Lovers,’ you say?

AT: [rolling her eyes] Nice try. Ask them about that, ask me about my job.

Ouch, but fair enough. We’ve done our best to get these possible love birds to sit down and talk, and readers, we have succeeded! Be on the lookout for an exclusive Obi-Wan and Anakin – or ‘obikin’ as some devout believers have dubbed them – next week!

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“Jesus, Snips,” Anakin groaned, resting his elbows on his knees and dropping his head into his hands. From where he sat next to him on the same end of the couch, Obi-Wan ran a soothing hand along his back.

“It’s really not so bad,” he tried, earning a muffled scoff from Anakin. “Really, what’s so bad?”

Bringing his head up, Anakin shot Obi-Wan a look of incredulity. “The way we’re always together? Our lovers’ spats? The way this paper claims we’re a couple and their interviews did nothing to dispute that?”

Laughing, Obi-Wan brought his hand up to caress Anakin’s cheek. “We’re not so subtle though, darling. We have to take some responsibility.”

Anakin pouted. “Never.” Rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan moved his hand to tug at Anakin’s shoulder until he was tucked under Obi-Wan’s arm, their temples pressed together. “I just…I like our little bubble, Obi-Wan. I don’t want it to burst yet. I don’t want this to not be just ours anymore.”

Running a soothing hand along Anakin’s arm, Obi-Wan turned to press a kiss to his hair before smiling. “Then we’ll just have to have some fun in our interview, won’t we?”

Pulling away, Anakin looked to Obi-Wan with wide eyes. “We don’t have to pretend to hate each other, do we? I’m a good actor, Obi-Wan, but I don’t know if I could pull that off. Well- No, I definitely could, I just don’t want to.”

“No, we don’t have to pretend to hate each other,” Obi-Wan assured. “We can just…Be our normal selves.”

“But that’s what got us in this mess,” Anakin frowned.

“We’ll be our normal selves,” Obi-Wan repeated, “but if they ask us anything, we don’t give a straight answer.”

Anakin’s frown deepened. “But if we’re our normal selves, they’ll think we’re dating.”

“But they won’t get confirmation that we are. Keep them guessing.”

A small smile started to form on Anakin’s face. “Why would we do that, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan shrugged, smiling still. “It could be funny. Plus, it’ll be great press for the film.”

Now smiling fully, Anakin moved to straddle Obi-Wan, resting his hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulders while Obi-Wan’s rested on his waist. “Oh, Obi-Wan, I’m so lucky to have a friend and coworker as smart as you.”

Laughing loudly, Obi-Wan voiced his agreement before surging up to kiss Anakin’s smiling lips.

prompt collection on ao3

#to answer ur question...I think they'd bite each others heads off #sometimes out of anger sometimes from aggressive kissing :] #ask #prompt #my writing #obikin

[lighthouseborn]

does he have or wear a necklace like that in his fantasy verse? or any of his other verses too?

Hi hello yes very good question!! Thank you for asking it! & I hope you wanted an essay because I have an essay for you. And it starts with me backtracking! If you only wanted a literal answer to this, skip down a few paragraphs to the part where I repeat the question.

So, [the necklace] is obviously very important to Henry, but it's also (to me, anyway) very important as an indication of Henry. I've always maintained that he is lucky. You could absolutely argue this as a narrative necessity or narrative symbol, and I think those are also true, but I also think he is, diegetically, within the realm of his story, a lucky person.

This is actually vindicated in Jeff N.athanson's draft of the script, where a proto-Henry (then a navy sailor called Henry Maddox) directly claims that he is lucky several times.

As well, the proto-Salazar (then Captain Brand) and Captain Barbossa both refer to this Henry as "lucky" in the context of being chosen not to die at the ghosts' hands and surviving the wreck of the Monarch.

And while that's all the literal uses of the word, there are several instances where the unlikely takes place and Henry just waltzes right though the whole thing. Not completely unscathed, mind you, just with an uncanny ability to get himself out of things. So we can assume the script really really wants you know that this kid is, for some reason, genuinely the luckiest guy in the Caribbean. He even survives the final fight by pure chance and good timing, despite being stabbed by a witch. (It's. Layered, how we got to 'Henry got stabbed by a witch'. In this version the Shansa character (then called Melia) gets more to do and Scarfield is the one possessed by Brand-flavored Salazar, also Carina is twenty-nine, and at one point several sailors gets eaten by large carnivorous plants. It's all very involved. Don't worry about it.)

Now: obviously this is not H.enry Tur.ner. But also, in a very real way, he very much is, in the sense that Hen.ry Turn.er as we got him was more or less directly transposed on top of this character, down to meeting a Barbossa in the infirmary on Saint Martin. Nathanson's first(?) draft of this script very much gives the early layout and elements of the movie we actually see - more or less the only carryover from the R.ossio "Dea.d Men Tell No T.ales" script is the name and the mention of Poseidon's Trident. And, I guess, a witch. So what is my point? Aha! My point is: while canon!Henry as we get him never directly claims to be, or is directly described as, lucky, the fact remains that a majority of his character is founded in a character-concept that was very deliberately & intentionally created to be lucky. And so while no one ever points directly at it, we still get things like:

he is the only survivor of the Monarch

he survives paddling "all the way to Saint Martin against the tide on a piece of drift wood" (insane)

he stumbles on Jack, the very man he is looking for, entirely by chance - further, after being pointed to Saint Martin by a captured pirate who just happens to know this

he ambushes the hanging square entirely unarmed*, and walks away without a scratch** despite most of his opponents being trained soldiers/naval officers

just in general escapes harm time and time again with a little bit of stalling and a lot of spectacular timing.

*There is a goof in various shots where he does, actually, have a sword in his belt, however he never draws it and in a majority of the shots, it isn't there. As well, both the novelization of the film and the companion novel which explores more of Carina's story (which are presumably based on the final script, though I have no concrete copy of the final script to confirm this) specifically note that he is unarmed.

from the novelization by Elizabeth Rudnick

from The Brightest Star in the North by Meredith Rusu (this one is the better book of the two, btw)

**A couple of punches from some navy men, and Carina more or less knees him in the chest when he catches her, but neither of these things are brought up again. Personally I think he probably cracked a rib or something, but that's a different conversation about the (lack of) realism and consequences when brawling in action-adventure movies. ((Stop smashing people over the head with things for a 'mild' take down. That kills and severely injures people for life.))

Ok so he's lucky- what does that have to do with the necklace? Aha!! So the entire thing with [the necklace] is that it is composed of good luck charms; objects literally, figuratively, and in general have the shape of good will and hope that good things find him, right? Right, but also wrong. Because the entire thing with the necklace is actually the symbolism.

For his young developmental years, Henry had (we infer just... by the general shape and implied access to learning materials (he can read, write, has many stories and facts about pirate captains memorized)) a stable and reliable home. He also had, implied by the final (it's mid or post credits, I believe?) scene of At Worl.d's End, meeting his father to look forward to, in some capacity. Whether he knew all his life or was told shortly before is entirely up in the air, but what we do know is Elizabeth and then-unamed Henry go to the shore to meet Will there. DMTNT tells us that within a couple of years* of this meeting, Henry was frustrated and dissatisfied enough with their situation after this meeting that it has driven him to research and obsession. Obsession, because it has consumed him to the point of him beliving tying a net of rocks to his ankle in order to sink himself onto the Flying Dutchm.an is a perfectly reasonable course of action.

*The age Henry is when he pulls his net-full-of-rocks trick varies(?) by source. In the novelization, he is labeled as twelve years old, and the main story takes place seven years later, making him nineteen. In the movie, the setting notation reads "nine years later" as we transition to the main story, and -presuming Henry is still nineteen- this means he was ten (and that the opening scene may be another facet of DMTNT being a soft reboot, thereby replacing the post-credit scene of the third movie.) Or, that he was twelve at the time, and twenty-one in the main body of the story. It's all very potayto-potahto. Either way he's still a kid so sure of his beliefs and of his faith in his family he staked his literal life on it. Absolutely out of his mind in the best possible way.

After this, Henry has a new goal, a new core drive, and, while maybe not literally speaking, in a certain way he has a new identity. He sinks himself onto his father's ship and gets nothing but a "leave me" and a necklace for his efforts. He then, no matter how you approach this story, spends a majority of his formative preteen and teen years obsessed with the concept of freeing his father, specifically via the trident of Poseidon. This is all he has been doing. Whatever life he has been living, everything in terms of his future ambitions, everything he has been striving toward is wrapped up in this effort. The original necklace -if it ever was just a necklace to Will, we really don't know what it meant to him- ceases to be a necklace and becomes Henry's ambition, and, in a very real way, Henry's identity. (The same way the journal(/ruby) is Carina's.)

So for the next years, Henry is this one necklace, figuratively speaking. It's what's been pushing him to do a vast majority of what he does. So then, at the end of the story, when he hands this necklace back to his father.... what does that leave him? He has handed himself over to this quest in so many ways, and hands the symbol of what it has made of him away in his final scene. Obviously this is a good thing. It also begs the question: without this identity driving him, who is Henry? (Who is Carina?)

So. Enter the new necklace. [The necklace] in question is a gift. It is, as mentioned, made of luck charms and gifts of memory and kindness and good will and affection. It is an anchor, a line thrown to him after he finds himself suddenly unbound, suddenly adrift. And it is, again, Henry himself. Henry is the lucky thing, the myth-touched, the love, the loved. Which, finally, yes, brings me to the actual question:

Does he have the necklace in every verse? And I do realize it was probably being asked in a strictly practical and physical way. I know that very simply "does he always rattle like a weird wind chime?" is what was being asked of me and I could have answered it that way, but that leaves out the context in so many ways that I wanted to talk about it before I talked about it. Because the necklace is more than a necklace. Now that I have made that abundantly clear we can talk about:

In a literal sense, no. He does not always have that specific necklace. He does, very often, have luck charms and/or guiding symbols.

Its one of his little quirks of character that carries around with him verse to verse, he's interested in folk legend and symbols and charms. He collects them. This is often multi-fold; in his blog-canon verses, he just collects objects said to be attached to or bound with magic and curses in general, not just lucky items. In his modern verse(s), he is or was studying folklore as part of his university major, and so things like that tend to collect when you're essaying and thesis-ing on highly specific subjects. (I'm not legitimately essaying on folklore I'm just writing about someone who is and I have bought no less than four but really kind of a bigger number I don't want to say different folklore books in the last couple years. The nerd urge to collect is real. (And despite what various fandom takes and the tvtropes page would have you believe, Henry is very much not a simple idiot, and very clearly a research fiend. Just. A research fiend who can also send navy officers down like they're made of paper.))

You singled out his fantasy verse- I would say this is the one most likely for him to have something very nearly if not exactly the same, yes! The exact charms might be a little different, especially considering the fantasy verse is sort of a jumping-off point for several more specific concepts of him, depending on the world I want the fantasy verse to match, but he probably has a necklace-o-junk in most versions of that verse.

Modern, I don't think he has one necklace, but I'm sure he has a few charms and baubles on necklaces, yeah. He has less need of a physical token in that verse in general, though. Well... actually maybe not less need of it, but the tokenization aspect of it is not the same, because his relationship with his father is very different in that verse. I don't know that he ever was given an object to latch onto in the same fashion, so the symbol language around the whole thing changes. This is also a verse where the things Henry does to get his father back take a very real toll from his actual physical body. He doesn't just hand a necklace back and lose his purpose by winning, he is badly injured and scarred and changed; very literally gives himself over to this goal. His future is also much more uncertain in that verse, right now. He's in a wandering stage, he's lacking a little bit of direction. Still very him, but... hasn't quite found a thing to aim at. The writing thing works for him, for now.

Descendants verse... I go back and forth. I've shuffled a lot of things around in that verse since I started it. And some of it stays really close to canon, while a whole bunch of it is also very very different, and it just. I'm never sure. I'm never sure about a lot of things, in this verse, to be honest. Part of that also comes with I've lost a few of the writers I had plotted things with and now I waffle on whether to keep all of them or sort some of them back out for the sake of more firmly defining the events of this verse. I can tell you it's entirely possible he has an identical version of the necklace, here. All the elements it would take for it are technically present. However, he also has different dynamics, and additional dynamics that don't exist in his home verses. I think... he's got something, here. And it might be more like modern, where he's got a few things and not just one necklace he wears all the time, or it might be something more singular I haven't identified yet. But I think he's got a little more need to have that... multi-direction anchor. A piece of here, a piece of there, this and that he would want to carry and keep close.

In his D:BH verse, the most analogous thing to the necklace is actually a tattoo. This verse technically riffs off of the modern verse, and so the literal physical tolls apply here, but what also happened was, when getting him into this world, I needed a thing to point him at. And what happened to point him that way wound up taking a shape that sort of mirrors his general arc but with specific fandom elements and so he's... really Henry if he lost his way and purpose twice. And so he's actually really very...aimless in this verse, in a different way than just not knowing where he's going next. He's tied himself to this one place, instead, so there's not literal going, but he has no clue where he's going with himself, here. He's got some things he needs to unpack but I'm not sure I even know what those things are or how to unpack them. There's a very real grief attached to him in the D:BH verse and the tattoo, the necklace of this verse, is driving him. And also possibly dragging him down, actually. I'm not sure.... the tattoo is a good thing for him to be aiming at. It does good - he does good, there. But I don't know if it's a good thing for him. Maybe he needs to get fired, hmm.

In the sense that he is the necklace because the necklace is him, is who he is? Well. He's very lucky to have who he has, is what I will say.

#long post // #some of you are newer here and if u didn't know this was the house of essays i apologize #it's been awhile since I've done this but I do in fact. do this. #there's a light that never goes out ( hc. )

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So anyways, here’s my list that absolutely nobody asked for of the least hot to the most hot Disney prince

10. Prince Charming (Prince Henry according to Disney Wiki) (Cinderella, 1950)

He is called Prince "Charming", but there is nothing about him that's charming in the slightest. The 2007 direct-to-video sequel Cinderella III: A Twist in Time did redeem him a little by making him more humorous and interesting, but still, he isn't that hot to me.

9. The Prince (again, Prince Florian according to Disney Wiki) (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, 1937)

Yeah, this prince ends up pretty low in my list because he just wasn't interesting at all and his physical attractiveness couldn't be appreciated at all mostly due to the limitations the animators had animating him. Besides, when you take close-up look at him, he looks like he's wearing makeup, which is just a no for me, I don't care what anybody says. I like "One Song", though.

8. John Smith (Pocahontas, 1995)

I can't stress enough just how John Smith is one of my least favorite Disney men, which is partially why he is so low in my list. He is not an ugly dude by any means, objectively speaking, so I get why Pocahontas would be attracted to him on a physical level (I wish she had gone for Kocoum, tho), but Idk man, he just doesn't grab me at all.

7. Prince Adam, A.K.A. The Beast (Beauty and the Beast, 1991)

Okay, many people have joked about the Beast version of Prince Adam being hotter than his human version, and they are right but to an EXTENT only. Still, I think Adam is pretty darn good-looking, even with his ginger hair (only few guys rock ginger hair, don't @ me). Unfortunately, we have yet to see enough of his human side, which I think would be a very interesting outlook on his character. I'd love to see how he would cope with the trauma of having been cursed to be a beast and living with that for a decade (and when he was a child, A CHILD!!!!). With all that being said, Adam is kind of hot but not hot, HOT like the ones I'mma mention later.

6. Li Shang (Mulan, 1998)

Ah, yes, my guy Li Shang is one of the hottest military men we have seen in animation. Over the years, I never cared for Shang that much, and even though he is technically not in my top 5 of hottest Disney™ men, I won't deny he is very attractive and looks fantastic (and realistic, might I add) shirtless. The fact that he's a little shy with Mulan in the end of the film, in spite of him being a whole warrior, adds points to his hotness, imo! In this house, we love and respect Li Shang.

5. Prince Phillip (Sleeping Beauty, 1959)

Out of the trio of the classic Disney princes, Phillip is definitely the one that's the most interesting, attractive and charming. He might be lacking a little when compared to other latter heroes in terms of character development, but Idc, he deserves credit for being the first Disney prince that actually had a personality, was charismatic and active in the rescue of his lady, something the first two didn't do yet get an unfair amount of credit for it. I find Phillip to be quite hot and charming, which is why he ends up high in this list, something I usually don't see in others's lists of hot Disney men, and I think that's an injustice. Give my guy Phillip more credit!

4. Flynn Rider, A.K.A. Eugene Fitzherbert and Prince Horace (Tangled, 2010)

Of course Flynn had to be high because he's, well, Flynn Ryder and you can't debate that. There is no doubt that Flynn is one of the most interesting, charismatic and funniest men in Disney canon. This dude is pure gold, and he is incredibly hot and charming, which is a very nice plus. What else can I say? He's just that sexy. I believe Flynn would have been even hotter in 2D because traditional animation just has something about that that makes someone a hunk or a gorgeous woman.

3. Prince Naveen (The Princess and the Frog, 2009)

Prince Naveen might have been a typical arrogant womanizer at the beginning of the film, but let’s be real, can you really deny his incredible hotness? Naveen is a hunk, and Tiana definitely won in life by not only opening her own restaurant, but also by getting a man like him. Naveen learnt his lesson in the end and was willing to do anything for his lady in the end, which earns him extra points for hotness, imo. I love Naveen and he is definitely one of my favorite Disney men (and one of the most underrated, if I say so myself).

2. Aladdin (Aladdin, 1992)

Aladdin was and still is a hunk, no matter how many years pass by. There's something about dark hair, thick eyebrows and a nice smile in a man that's just! so! appealing! Aladdin was drawn to look like a teen heartthrob (I mean, he was inspired by Tom Cruise. Let that tell you something), and he is still swooned over after all these years (almost 30). Aladdin is one of the most attractive Disney men not only for his looks and physique, but also for him charisma, personality and bravery, which is a great plus for anybody, really. Anyone who doesn't think Aladdin is hot needs to gets their eyeballs checked. Just look at my man <3

1. Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid, 1989)

And last, but certainly not least, we got Prince Eric. Prince Eric usually ends up very high in the hot/sexy Disney male characters lists, and for a very good reason. Eric is undoubtedly the sexiest, most charming (10x more charming than actual Prince Charming ever was) and most handsome prince Disney has ever given us. When I began watching The Little Mermaid, I just developed a crush on Prince Eric because he is just so attractive. I love his smile, his captivating eyes, his black hair and thick eyebrows. Now, when it comes to character development, he is, of course, not necessarily a top 3 character, but he sure is far more interesting and charismatic than the princes that came before him. The fact that he was a dog-lover and was willing to sacrifice himself for his lady is a giant plus. Eric isn't just a hunk, he is the definition of a hunk, and y'all can't debate me on this! Eric is my favorite Disney prince and I just love him so much because he is just so nice, loving, loves sailing and is an overall selfless guy. Eric is so cute and hot at the same time <<<333

#the prince #prince charming #prince phillip #eric #prince adam #john smith #li shang #naveen #flynn ryder #disney #disney princes #disney princesses #hot list #i had to eliminate hercules and kristoff from the list because tumblr has a 10-photo limit and since they aren't official disney princes #i had to take them out #but i will include them later on #this is the only legitimate disney prince hotness list. every other list is invalid

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Dave time!! Twitter is limiting how many tweets people can view now (🙄) so I am parking myself here (this will be thoughts about #davebenjo day 7, episodes 8-10 session 2; I'll edit the content under the cut as we go)

Dave continues to be wrong about Bridglar

Bridglar domestic at home real!! Also the way Dave talks about "when they get home"..."when they get home they'll find a way to live together"...dave...I'm sorry to tell you this...

I want to watch the terror camp panel about what medically went wrong

I also hope we get a terror camp talk about Silna's family. I love how much I'm learning about her culture just from these questions

two-spirit silna!!!

Dave being so strongly affected by Christos's monologue!! dave!! dave!!! Also he's right, Paul's acting in that scene with his eyes was amazing

"How do you create such a supportive environment on set?" 🥺🥺🥺

"Actors think out loud a lot" lmao

Scripts show them bus stops on their journey, and the actors have to figure out how to get from point A to point B. If the script isn't helping them, they can't figure out how to get from point A to point B, and then it's Dave's job to get them back on track.

Dave talking about how much he loves actors and will do anything for them 🥺🥺🥺

The director and showrunner's roles are to talk to the actors and find out what they need, then be as flexible as possible to give that to them

Episode 9 as a montage...damn

Dave's answer to the "when does Hickey become irredeemable" question...it's when he sees the hill they're going to camp beneath! Yes! Yes!! This is when he no longer acts to save himself, but thinks he can access the Netsilik mythology. The transgression that is actually unforgivable! I love that

Why didn't Hickey show signs of poisoning after eating Goodsir? They did have shots of Adam cramping, but no good ones so they skipped them. Adam had some explanation for why he wouldn't be as affected but Dave didn't really get it

Me: Hickey had probably experienced worse in his terrible childhood

Also me: Cramping? Trans Hickey real

A disaster exposes what's best and worst in us, often at the same time

Dave has only watched the show 8 or 10 times XD I definitely thought it would be more, but I guess that's a lot when you also wrote it, edited the script, were there when it was filmed, and edited the footage after

Ohhh no, in Goodsir's last moments, he thinks about the things that brought him joy, not people

Tuunbaq's death: intentionally put Anglican church music over his death to be the most offensive, in the sense that it's from Crozier's POV and he believes he is the main character and just vanquished a foe, not realizing that he just killed the main character (!!!)

Taking notes of ensemble horror films with naturalistic characters that Dave mentions: Black Christmas, The Fog

Dave is fine with his work being in the "missed by most, but fiercely loved by some" category: good!!

The setting itself can be scary if it's a horror setting (e.g. a haunted house); The Terror is like that. Pen in the chat: "also a haunted house to some is a home to others!" Yes!!

Dave might have originated the "Dundy" nickname for Le Vesconte XD It makes sense to him that JFJ would dole out nicknames. Yes!!

Oh nooooo they did ask the "body retains sensation after death" when Silna sees Goodsir....no....no!!!

"If you take 128 men, one of them is bound to have killed someone" 😂

"I think he dislikes murder in some respects" 🥺 thank u dave. Hickey has been in a horror story for years before the story starts...!!! The general idea that Hickey is just so tired of having to murder as was mentioned last week lmao

To understand Gibson, think of someone who knows he is just as good as someone in university but knows he will never get that opportunity. Ugghhhh dave talking about Gibson's intelligence always makes me !!!

"I don't fuck with how people pray, how they love, and how they grieve" ❤️

Love this question about the laundry!! Completely missed the longjohns. This is so interesting. I love that there's always more to explore in this show

Dave cracking up talking about Herodotus 😂 it comes highly recommended

So appreciate the question about who would have taken the "opportunity to participate in cannibalism" ldfkads (my kind of question)

POLL TIME

#unnecessary's stuff #the terror amc #davebenjo

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I've now seen Barbie twice and Oppenheimer once. They both left me with a lot of thoughts. It's also interesting how this cultural moment has got us comparing them due to releasing on the same day despite how different they are.

But not for the reasons we thought!!!

And I have my own thoughts!

I mean, yes, I knew going into Oppenheimer I was going to leave feeling heavy. I'm no expert on World War II history (I focused my history studies on the Cold War, and specifically Central/Eastern Europe), but we know the US bombed Japan, changing Japan forever. I've also watched the original Godzilla film in Japanese, Grave of the Fireflies, and plenty of other films focused on Japan's response to that traumatic and horrible experience. I can't shake all of that going into Oppenheimer.

I've seen some responses that the biopic goes too easy on Oppenheimer and the US, and while I never expected the film to have a specific anti-war bent (that would have been at odds with the person the film this is centering), it really effectively communicates the weight of the US possessing weapons of mass destruction. The pounding of the auditorium steps after the successful Trinity test, the shots of Oppenheimer imagining the audience dying as well as him stepping onto and breaking a charred body, the cacophony of cheers and terrified screams and stomping, and just...it was so, so much. I felt myself folding into myself, just so overwhelmed. It's such a good scene that carries through that emotional weight for the rest of the movie as Oppenheimer transitions into strongly advising against creating the hydrogen bomb in a race with the USSR. Not to mention all of the tension that underlies all US politics post-WWII in the era of McCarthyism, which still influences us today. Oppenheimer is not an easy film to watch.

But it's also strangely dreamy. Oppenheimer was a man who was wrapped more in ideas than in people themselves, and there are so many unreal, beautiful shots of particles, ripples on water, etc. There are also plenty of awesome (in the old sense of the word) shots of violence and impact from the atomic bomb.

Oppenheimer as a film is both complicated in how it portrays a complicated man, but it's also pretty straightforward in its morals and messaging, whereas Barbie hit me in ways I wasn't really expecting.

Barbie starts off incredibly dreamlike, and it sells the fantasy of Barbieland very well. The willingness to commit to the bit is one of the film's strengths in how it depicts that world (and then Kendom). But the movie, in my opinion, becomes less about Gender and more about our place in the world. Yeah, you can look at that through a gendered lens (both for the Barbies and for the Kens), but it's Margot Robbie's Barbie who decides to become a Creator, a Dreamer and not the Idea that others make. There's actually something very powerful about being an idea, but people will always be more complicated than ideas (maybe that's Oppenheimer the character's issue with women?). On her first foray into the Real World, Barbie sees that things are nowhere near as sunny as she expected. Women are of course not treated well, but even beyond that, from her spot at the bus stop, she sees a couple fighting, kids playing, two men laughing together in joy, and a person in intense concentration, ambiguous to me as to whether he's reading something and focusing or grappling with a heavy decision internally. The complexity of the world hits her as a tear rolls down her cheek (and mine!!!).

When I talk to people about Barbie, we all have such different thoughts on the film--especially for us women, nonbinary people, and both trans men and trans women. The doll is such a huge part of our culture and impacted us in different ways. Barbie has a complicated history that Greta Gerwig actually does a pretty good job of addressing. The Oppenheimer movie does not particularly look at the atomic bomb and its history with the same level of complexity; rather, Oppenheimer himself pivots from singlemindedly leading the research and creation of the bomb "for science" to then later singlemindedly protesting the hydrogen bomb. Yes, it shows him as a human capable of changing his mind, but doesn't get into the more specific nuances of it. He's first very for the atomic bomb and then very against the hydrogen bomb. Barbie, on the other hand, represents SO MUCH. Femininity both as power and as critique. Being everything (all of the different Barbies as a group) vs being one thing (Barbie as an individual, the character; made for a specific idea). Barbie as the trappings of gender roles vs. Barbie as uplifting. Barbie is everything, good and bad.

Yeah, there are issues with both films. Oppenheimer has some very weak dialogue, and Oppenheimer himself is, uh...problematic, as we say? Barbie has pretty paper thin Feminism 101. It never gets into how capitalism specifically impacts feminism and seeks to uphold gender roles and gendered expectations. It's definitely not Marxist, h aha. (But I also never expected it to tackle that. After all, it's still produced by Warner Bros and Mattel.)

I didn't expect Oppenheimer to be so dreamlike. And I definitely didn't expect Barbie to give me so many emotions about mothers and daughters and becoming your own person, going beyond the story made for you. That's what made me cry in Barbie during the final montage of childhood memories from all the staff/cast members on the project.

#rose rambles #rose reviews #I guess we're making that a tag now for me to ramble about stuff I watch and play #not so much a review-review as it is just my rambley thoughts #oppenheimer #barbie

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hey <3 it's funny how different people tale things isn't it. i've been following the ~discourse~ and i find the pearl clutching over terry "cheating" rather bizarre. you've mentioned before it could very possible that super affectionate daniel would cheat(?), which is more unusual to me, as i interpret omega biology and nature to be very faithful for various reasons (most notably safety). terry processing his feelings (which is already a challenge because he's an Alpha) via sex makes a lot of sense to me as a seasoned a/b/o writer and reader.

fanfic is writing, writing is art, art is meant to challenge us. i think this sort of issue comes about in fandom/fanfic because a) the world is a garbage fire and people want to escape and soothe via stories - understandable - and b) there's a small but significant part of fandom communities that is very puritan and demands perfect morals/ethics in all fics at all times. i mean sure, write your extremely pure, ethical fics if you wish, but imposing that on everyone else...? no. absolutely not!

i'd rather read the messy, the complex, the nuanced stories - and yes, the dark stories - personally. i'm defo weak for softness and fluff too. but two things can be true, right? right. terry can deeply love daniel, he can also be selfish and cruel sometimes. that's reality, and that's what the best fanfic does - weaves the surreal (say, a/b/o) with the real (complex, difficult relationships).

Storm's over it seems, but I had no idea it was such a sensitive topic. I've always seen it as a sorry fact of life. Regrettable, but circumstance and intent matter. And omegaverse is a free for all. There are no rules because well, they don't exist. Shoking, I know!

And yes, for unrelated reasons I have seen so many mafia movies with the men being despicable, unapologetic, sexist brutes that I kind of assumed that a mob boss could at least be capable of it in my fic too? For a seasoned Don to think, this guy is bad news, uh... to only see him be sweet and loving could make you think "what was Don LaRusso afraid of?" Let there be consequences to selling your child to a dangerous criminal. Let's see what happens when you marry someone who has never had to take no for an answer! I actually find it interesting to see what it does to Terry, going through life with that Alpha and mob boss entitlement and finally understanding the cost of that to others and himself. For him to change, to need to change for love. That's the good stuff, baby. To see what entitlement can wreck. And maybe, unlike so many mobsters in films, to understand they have to change their ways before they're too old to throw a punch. And what heroism it takes for others to stay long enough for that to happen. What sacrifice. Knowing how much he owes his mate. That's my fantasy. To see that before they're 80 and on wife nr 3 because the first two couldn't take the abuse anymore.

Of course people also want escapism and no one should have to read what doesn't give them joy. I also understand the fun in essentially collaborating with a story in real time. But even though influence is welcome and valuable, I still think that an author should have the final say on their story. The idea that protagonists can never be unlikable, not even for a second, is strange to me. People fuck up, that's interesting! Martin Luther King jr. cheated on his wife, that does not negate the good he's done!

Of course I understand to want a fantasy world of fluff too... but then I'd recommend, and I mean this sincerely, The Babysitters Club. I read the hell out of that for precisely that reason. My protagonists mess up and deep love is both the force that keeps people alive but does not - and again this fascinates me - solve everything.

[helie-brain]

Troy (2004)

I recently watched Troy again, and I have to say that I really love the film. I understand that it’s not the greatest film and that a lot of people hate it because it is a horrible adaptation from the Iliad. But does it deserve all of the hate. I mean if you take away the aspect that it is supposed to be BASED OFF of the Iliad, its a great movie. 

The sets are beautiful and impressive.  You feel, or in my opinion, like you are in the city of Troy. Even when it is being sacked, you still get a feeling of how large the city is. Talking about the sacking,  the movie, the directors cut version, did not shy away of depicting how violent the sacking of the city can be; children being burned, women being raped, people hanging and much more. The costumes, even if they may not be accurate, are very beautiful and looks like a lot of work was put into them. Same can be said about the weapons being used. 

The fighting scenes are gruesome, realistic, thrilling and well choreographed. Especially when it came to Hector and to Achilles, it definitely shows why they are the greatest fighters of their time. Without dumbing down the other fighters. For example Hector vs A-Jax, it was a really close fight, with both getting some good punches, but in the end Hector won. And while they were fighting, the rest of the soldiers were fighting and not watching them with amazement. But the greatest fight scene would have to be Achilles vs Hector, no cgi, no stunt men, just two men fighting to the death. 

The characters/cast themselves were great and memorable. You cannot think of Hector without thinking Eric Bana. He played him so well, whenever he talked it felt like an actual leader was talking. Brian Cox was perfect for the role of Agamemnon, at times he was the best part of the film. His outburst were never played as a joke and were never overly emotional. He was not a dumb villain who only had one goal, his moves were calculated and there was always another reason at play. Even Orlando Bloom did a great job at playing a naïve, entitled, most punchable face, which is what Paris was; a prince who stole another man’s wife and started a war that resulted in countless deaths. 

My favorite character would have to be Briseis, played by Rose Byrne. She is a stubborn, fearless, family oriented, somewhat entitled person, who doesn’t want people to die; Greeks or Trojans. And is willing to put herself at risk so others won’t risk there lives saving her. Not to mention I love her dynamic with Achilles. Speaking of which, Brad Pitt did amazing job at playing an annoying, arrogant, childish, warrior with a cheeky heart of gold. Yes I know that in the Iliad or other related books, he has a romantic relationship with Patroclous, but honestly I like the idea that he his cousin that he must watch over. In my opinion it adds more pain to Patrclous’s death; not only did Achilles lose someone he loved but he failed as a guardian. 

I liked that they didn’t add Gods to the film, even though they were a big part in the books. The reason is that the movie would then be more about the gods than the warriors. Meaning that the choices and actions the humans did would not be so impactful since it didn’t come from them fully but were swayed by the gods. Also we the audience would not have much a connection with the humans if we constantly had to go back and forth between the humans and the gods. 

But again nothing is perfect, there are things in the film that I have trouble with. The main one being pacing, I understand that showing 10 years would be somewhat difficult. But make the war last longer than a few days, that way you can flesh out more the relationships and the characters.  Also how passive Helen was through out the film; I mean Hector’s wife was taking care of her child, dealing with the lose of her husband and in the end saving Troy. Briseis was trying to stay alive in the enemy camp. Helen just seemed to be sitting there and only making small attempts to flee back. 

But in the end it’s a film that is BASED ON the Iliad. And the primary purpose of a film is to entertain. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. 

#troy 2004 #Achilles #Paris #Hector #helen of troy #Briseis #Briseis x Achilles #Greeks #Troy #Brd Pitt #Brain Cox #Orlando Bloom #Eric Bana #Rose Byrne #the iliad

[zendyval]

I’ve been watching Tom complete his press junket for TCR and noticing the headlines that are getting picked up and used for clickbait. A few headlines that stood out in particular, because he actually said them, were “being a producer, dealing with the day-to-day problem that come with any film set, just added to that extra level of pressure” “Holland to take a break from acting after new series broke him”“I’m now taking a year off and that is a result of how difficult this show was,” and “I thought that after two months I’d be itching to get back on set. I’m now six months in and I’m absolutely loving my time off. I’m really enjoying myself.”

🧐Should we be reading in between the lines or the writing on the wall?

I am by no means attempting to play mental health olympics. I understand feelings and emotions are personal and no two people feel everything the same. However, Z played Rue for 16 months, showed us pictures of her literal cuts and bruises from knocking down doors, had the same (if we’re being totally honest, even more) pressure on her since the person whose life she was portraying was always two centimeters away and she also had to go to deep, dark emotional places for twice as long (and she did a fantastic job) but she didn’t “take a break from acting” or use the job description of an EP to sell herself to critics, journalists or fans. Outside of Claire, no one from Z’s side has ever mentioned her being an EP.

I sound like I’m nitpicking because I am. It’s just Z doesn’t complain (publicly) or ever do the woe is me act. During Z’s Cinema Con acceptance speech, she said her “purpose was to be a story teller for those who can’t tell their own stories.” In your opinion, do those quotes up there sound like someone whose passion is acting or someone who’s become slightly jaded and is going through the motions?*

*again, feel free to not answer if you feel this/your response will reek havoc on your page.

p.s sincerely hope you and yours are getting through the terrible air conditions in new york as best as you can!

Yes, I was in NYC today and it looked like apocalypse. I know many on the west coast are used to this but I have never seen anything like it in my life. NYC was orange.

Anyway, your ask. I'll preface being I don't love comparing them and also that I really haven't read a lot of his TCM press interviews though I have seen the clickbait titles, more around him taking time off.

I think it's hard to say how Z really feels because there is also the idea that they only let us see what they want us to Z and I think Z has the added pressure of not being white and knowing that she she has to present a certain way because she has less room for error or to mess up or to be seen as angry or any other judgment that white men don't usually have. That said, I do think Z currently genuinely has a passion for storytelling.

I don't think there is any point comparing who handled their mental health better when dealing with more difficult roles but I do think it's good on Tom if he could see where it was messing with him and could talk about it or get help or do what he needed to do for himself.

I really don't know if acting is his one true passion, or maybe he is getting jaded? I also think there are people that genuinely love the craft but get disillusioned at everything else in the industry that comes along with it all.

I also keep in mind that both Tom and Z got into the industry as young children and so it wouldn't be totally crazy that they reach a point in their still young lives where they question if that is the career they want. Tom has certainly been way more vocal about it than Z, even before this when he would be talking in interviews about potentially retiring and having a family.

My guess is Tom doesn't want to completely retire and it's not that he lost his passion for the arts so much as he maybe doesn't want the kind of full on career he's had since Marvel and wants to take it a slower pace. Fans want their faves to work constantly and always be at the top of the box office.

Can I see current Z retiring? Not even a little bit. Could I see Tom taking a step back? Yes but I also think he would miss it if he ever did entirely. Purely guessing though.

[usermaha]

A lot of people do consider them cleaning the classroom in Boy In Luv to be related, but my theory is that it’s an element that they decided to incorporate in once they started creating the BU and not something they’d planned since the start

The main narrative pairs are considered to be: Jimin/Hoseok, Jungkook/Yoongi, and Taehyung/Namjoon — but Taehyung/Seokjin are narrative foils, and later that shifts to Seokjin/Jungkook being foils

The reason that they’re foils is bc rather than being a pair through history together and interpersonal moments they share, they’re a pair because of the contrast and conflict they bring to the narrative. Specifically for Seokjin and Jungkook—later in the novellas, Jungkook is hit & run by a truck. He believes it was Seokjin. But Seokjin has no memory of this. Yet Seokjin also experienced a moment while he was driving where he was suddenly blinded by headlights and then pulled over. When he looked behind him, there was no car on the road (and he doesn’t notice anyone on the road). Either the truck that hit JK wasn’t Seokjin’s and the odd-eyed cat is trying to convince him that it was (via that dream with the blue & green headlights I mentioned a while back, plus JK starts hearing a voice trying to convince him it was Seokjin) or it was Seokjin and the odd-eyed cat caused the hit by blinding him momentarily.

Spring Day is interesting because it kinda feels like a BU video and I did use parts of it in my video edit for them, but it’s primarily a Sewol Ferry Tragedy tribute. I actually told my history of musical theatre professor about Spring Day yesterday because the carousel that says “You Never Walk Alone” isn’t reference Hoseok’s carousel motif—it’s referencing the musical Carousel which has a song called “You’ll Never Walk Alone”! I’m actually wearing my You Never Walk Alone shirt today lol

You should watch the MAMA short film—based on your candy/pills theory, I think you’re find it really interesting👀

OKAY here’s the Jimin spoiler: [also I messed up in my old ask, I think Jimin is 7 or 8 when this happens]

He witnesses a child younger than him, around 5, being held captive by a man. At one point the child tries to stab the man with a box cutter, but the man kicks it away and slams the door shut so Jimin (who is hiding and was only noticed by the other child) can’t see what happens next. He hears the child wailing, an odd jangling sound, and then silence. He runs away, trips and falls and passes out, and wakes up in the hospital with trauma-induced amnesia. It isn’t until he’s an adult that he forces himself back to the arboretum to remember.

And the child? You would think that he died, but actually, Jimin finds and article where the child is found a few days later wandering around, also with amnesia, and he is described as having been missing for around 5 days (I think) and his name is given only as “Choi — 5 years.”

It’s implied but not stated that the child was probably SA’d :(((

The name Choi is actually assigned to 3 different characters in HYYH and something about it feels so intentional, and one of the Chois mentioned is a kid that Seokjin was friends with when he was like 10. One day at school, two adult men come looking for the Choi kid bc his father owes them money and they can’t get ahold of his father. It’s heavily implied that they plan to kidnap him for ransom, so Seokjin takes Choi and runs, all the way to his own home. But when he gets there, his father (who! Man I’ll send a different ask about his father later bc there’s a lot to unpack there) forces Choi to leave with the two men because they “shouldn’t get involved.”

Choi doesn’t show up to school anymore after that :(

Yes after writing that answer i did realize that I left Namjoon out, and the phone/ him not answering the call is a more important motif. And keeping Seokjin unpaired makes more sense bc he is The Healer (?) in this story

The friend group drama has me in the edge of my seat in particular bc the goal here is to undo their tragic fates, babe howww will we do that if we keep fighting within ourselves?? Also bitterness and resentment between people who love each other, especially close friends, hurts so much.

I was thinking that the Cat was not malevolent and he simply granted Seokjin the timeloop. But does he like,,, not want Seokjin to win? Why is he pitting them against each other??

I was off about Spring Day then, but yeah both the song and the MV felt tonally connected to BU to me

Why does this story get sadder and sadder?? (Jimin’s) Choi’s story broke my heart 🥺. There is a clear parallel with Taehyung here, it must be intentional, right?

Why name three people in the story Choi?? What an amusing storytelling choice. its so easy to assign them different last names. They obviously want us to associate these Choi’s together.

Seokjin’s dad “staying out of it” 🙄 your first instinct as an adult should be to protect the child its official slaughter all the dads (at least in this universe). Yeah but horrible, traumatic pasts and living conditions (which lead to their painful ends) is the unifying theme i think, as well as neglectful and abusive parents. These misfortunes are not exclusive to the 7.

#bangtan sonyeondan #ree 💜

[superangsty]

Hugh Grant + gay characters

Maurice (1987)//Rowing With The Wind (1988)//Our Sons (1991)//An Awfully Big Adventure (1995)//Paddington 2 (2017)//A Very English Scandal (2018)//The Gentlemen (2019)

#hugh grant will see a gay role and be like so is nobody gonna take this #yes two of these films they never actually MENTION him being into men but in one of them he is literally lord byron #hugh grant #maurice 1987 #ooh the pain of having to choose just one film to tag bc i didnt leave enough tags in the 5 that get read #anyway. i wanna do one of these where its his characters that arent gay but like. ARE gay #my gifs #sidenote dont watch rowing with the wind its shit #Oh also two of these characters are of course bisexual. I'm using gay as an umbrella term so please don't @ me

[silkscream]

swallow me

pairing: peter parker x reader

synopsis: it’s halloween! you unexpectedly cross paths with the Real spiderman. at least you think it’s really him. why does he sound exactly like the cute boy who sits next to you in class?

warnings: explicit (18+) smut, dom!peter but also sub!peter but also dom!reader, oral sex, fingering, mentions of blood/murder/graphic and general spooky stuff, alcohol and drug usage by the reader. bi!reader for no reason. self-indulgent but you all will just have to deal :/

genres: friends to lovers, college!peter, mutual pining, silly fluff

wc: 5k+

a/n: this came out of my ass in one night i apologize in advance. basically i’m obsessed with the idea of being covered in blood and a halloween-themed mutual pining crush situation. this is the result of that. 

“Do you like my costume?” Peter tries meekly, scratching his head.

“I mean… yes. You’re fucking Spiderman?” you reply in the form of a yell and a whisper.

“Well, with him, it’s actually more of a platonic thing… OW!” He yelps when you hit him on the arm. He’s bewildered at how hard you can punch considering he’s the Avenger, not you.

Peter likes you more than he lets on. He’s been in denial about it all since the semester started; he didn’t want to admit even the smallest infatuation. Ever since MJ, he’d been avoiding intimacy like the plague. Not that he and MJ were on bad terms, but something was consistently off and it always felt like his fault. The breakup took months to get over, though the fact that she and Peter went to different colleges helped.

When he met you, you took his breath away, almost literally, because both of you happened to be idiots with no sense of direction. When you two collided, your hair was all over your face because of how windy it was — Peter remembered the sight like a polaroid picture. Hot coffee splayed onto Peter’s jeans, which were black, thankfully. However, you were still so mortified that it took you a minute to realize how crazy you looked pawing near a stranger’s crotch with napkins. Your hands were cold and accidentally grazed his when you bent down to pick up your papers, and when Peter looked into your eyes, he felt like he was levitating.

Peter, being the gentleman, offered to walk you to your class, which happened to be the same one he was in. This is what started your casual friendship in Cultural Anthropology 211, an elective the both of you were to taking to fulfill a history requirement.

You never did notice his stolen glances or how wide his eyes would get in admiration when you’d rant about imperialism during your group discussions. You thought this kid was freaked out or intimidated by you at first but you realized he might’ve had a thing for you.. Heart eyes out of his mind. You shrugged it off. You didn’t do romance… at least that’s what you tell yourself.

__

The crisp October air nipped at your cheeks, a cold contrast to the warmth of your face that lingered from being in a room full of sweaty bodies. You’d lost your roommate in the crowd long ago, partly because of her ditzy nature and partly because you wouldn’t be able to tell her apart from every other white girl dressed as Mia Wallace. You, on the other hand, were keeping warm in a full suit and clear raincoat, fake blood splattered on your face as Patrick Bateman. The film bros were complimenting you left and right with some chauvinist snark thrown in now and then. You didn’t particularly care. It was almost ritualistic of you to argue with men at parties.

Sliding a bedroom window open, you climb out to view the city in its glory. You sigh out a puff of smoke into the night air, occupying yourself with the fake cobwebs and dead plants on the fire escape to people-watch below. You watch as a Playboy bunny on the street across makes out with a girl dressed as the Mad Hatter. It makes your heart soften in the smallest bit.

“Shit!” a familiar voice shrieks somewhere from the building across from you. You hear a loud thud and pained groans, not to mention the comedic timing of a cat yowling skittishly. “Shh, go back inside, cat!”

“Parker? Is that you?” you hiss, joint in one hand as you lean over the banister of the fire escape. You squint into the darkness of the night and see a figure fumbling with a cat whose eyes are reflecting gold and green tints.

Peter looks up at you and accidentally whispers your name in question. His Spider-eyes dilate in realization.

“Peter? What are you doing over there?” you call after him.

“Sorry ma’am, just your friendly neighborhood Spider-man here!” he cries out in a deeper voice. You aren’t convinced.

“Peter, what the fuck?”

“Shhhhh!!!” He somehow swings to you within the speed of light and suddenly his masked fingers are over your mouth. Spiderman?

“Sorry, miss, didn’t mean to, uh, manhandle you like that,” Peter apologizes when he releases you. He coughs and clears his throat. “There’s… danger around the corner. Gotta keep ya safe!”

“Peter, I know it’s y—” He shushes you again before you can finish. “Are you shushing me because there’s actually someone out to get me or because I keep saying your name?”

Peter sighs and puts his head in his hands in defeat. He knows he can’t keep lying to you, especially when you were able to spot him immediately. “How’d you know it was me?”

“Dude, I have your voice memorized.” You widen your eyes at how creepy you might’ve sounded. You clear your throat casually. “Like, it’s memorable. Duh.”

“Do you like my costume?” Peter tries meekly, scratching his head.

“I mean… yes. You’re fucking Spiderman?” you reply in the form of a yell and a whisper.

“Well, with him, it’s actually more of a platonic thing… OW!” He yelps when you hit him on the arm. He’s bewildered at how hard you can punch considering he’s the Avenger, not you. “Nice right hook, Y/L/N.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Okay, you could’ve been any Spiderman considering it’s fucking Halloween, but really? It’d be way funnier if you were wearing a knockoff suit, man. Also, I don’t get how your identity is still a secret when I could recognize you just from the sound of your voice. It’s like how Superman is Clark Kent without glasses. What the fuck is wrong with everyone?”

“Honestly, I think about that sometimes, too,” Peter shrugs, taking off his mask. “I don’t get how you’re not freaking out.”

You shrug. “Shouldn’t you keep your mask on? You know there’s a party inside, right?”

“Oh, oh, right. Shit.”

“C’mon.” You toss your joint in the pot of a dead aloe plant (how do you kill a succulent?) and take his hand, leading him back through the window. His heart flutters and grows heavily against his chest like the Grinch. Peter’s been to space and has met aliens and other masked freaks, yet he’s still overstimulated in a crowd of dressed-up college students raging to Billie Eilish’s ‘bad guy’ under a dozen strobe lights.

“Didn’t think this was your scene,” he yells into your ear over the music.

“It isn’t,” you yell back. “Not yours either, huh.”

Instinctively, Peter snakes an arm and grips you at the waist after a gaggle of boys dressed in fake armor nearly tramples you over.

“What are you, a dead weatherman?” one of them asks you, lifting a spear-headed arrow.

“American Psycho. What are you, a sentient condom commercial?” you raise an eyebrow at the boy’s “shield”, which was ornate with several different kinds of Trojan condoms taped to it.

“Trojan warrior, baby,” he boasts. He picks off one and puts it in the palm of your hand. “Here’s one for you and Spiderman over here. Or me if you can find me later.”

“Thanks,” you roll your eyes. The stranger turns towards Peter.

“Your costume looks like the real thing, dude! Do those web shooters work?” the boy slurs and grabs Peter’s wrist. The hero is startled by the onslaught of unwanted attention and accidentally shoots a sticky, gossamer web towards the stranger, sticking his hand to his red solo cup. “Whoa, man! That’s fucking awesome!”

“Okaaaay, that’s enough,” you mutter, taking Peter’s hand and dragging him out of the room and towards the exit door. The roar of the crowd is silenced abruptly by the slam of the door closing, leaving you and Peter alone in the flickering yellow light of the stairwell. The hallway looks like an American Horror Story set all on its own.

“God, I’m too dizzy to be in a place like that,” Peter breathes, shaking his head.

“What were you doing before I caught you?”

“Patrolling. I didn’t realize I’d run into you. I’m glad I did, though.”

You could feel the blush creep into your cheeks. Luckily it didn’t show on your face easily, plus there was the fake blood splattered on your cheeks. “You hungry? My apartment is a couple blocks away and I have a shit ton of candy still. And probably some leftover takeout.”

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds amazing,” Peter beams quickly. He always does this, looks at you with his puppy dog eyes like he would follow you anywhere. Which is true. “I mean, yeah. That’d be cool, I guess.”

“Lovely,” you smile warmly, descending down the stairs.

Peter hesitates for a moment. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“You won’t tell anyone… about me, right?”

You blink up at Peter in his full suit. Anywhere else in New York City, he’s Spiderman. You’re insignificant compared to him, an ant in a sea of people that simply watches him in awe. At the moment, he’s Peter, and his heart is full when he looks at you, and you can’t resist the growing crush you have on him. It makes your stomach hurt a little bit.

“I swear on my life, Parker.”

___

It’s entertaining how many compliments Peter gets on his “costume” on the walk home. You feel comfortable with him. You almost feel… warm. Peter doesn’t take your sarcasm too seriously and is able to banter back and forth with you easily. The two of you talk horror movies after you explain your costume, you gush about Delmar’s sandwiches, he tells you about Aunt May and what he used to dress up as for Halloween when he was a kid.

By the time Peter’s in your kitchen, you’re arguing about whether or not he would be able to take the Joker in a fight. Obviously, you had a soft spot for Spiderman, but watching Peter defend himself and make faces at you doubting him was hilarious.

“Okay, subject change. Freddy Kreuger or Mike Myers?”

“Freddy.”

“Okaaaay, but Halloween’s a better movie,” Peter argues.

“Dude, Freddy Kreuger gets you in your dreams. Why is Michael Myers still alive even? I don’t get why there’s a new movie. Like what’s his new tactic? Being homophobic?” You raise an eyebrow. “My mother already tried that and I’m still alive.”

Peter feels bad for laughing so hard. He can’t help but notice how pretty you look when you’re laughing, even when there’s blood on your face. It was strangely… hot. He couldn’t imagine how he must look to you with the bruise under his eye after a round of getting roundhouse-kicked on patrol.

“Oh, so are you…” he trails off awkwardly.

“Yes and no. Experimenting.”

Peter nods, trying not to conspicuously breathe a sigh of relief at the fact that he has a chance with you. It was stupid of him. You were a difficult person to read and you made him nervous beyond repair. Most of the time he drove himself crazy by flipping between his actions, one day getting you an extra coffee before class and then sometimes barely saying two words to you. Now that he’s this close to you in your own home, he feels vulnerable. He hopes you can’t see it all over his face.

“Did you want to watch one of the Halloween movies or something?” you inquire, opening your fridge and pouring something purple into a glass, along with cranberry juice and vodka. You make another and push the glass towards him.

“Um, you can pick a movie. What’s this?” He examines the glass and takes a sip.

“What, you don’t want a kiss?”

Peter’s face heats up at your question. He’s dumbstruck and confused, stumbling to get an answer out of his mouth.

You giggle at his reaction. “It’s a cocktail called Vampire’s Kiss.”

“Oh. Right, right. Not a heavy drinker really. Um, not that you are!” Peter attempts to save himself but his foot evidently ends up in his mouth. He finds that he’s very good at that. He’d be grateful to know that you think it’s very cute, actually. “I mean, I’m a newbie at this drinking stuff. Whoa, this is really good!”

You smile at him and you shed your oversized raincoat. You’re left in just a black suit after you take off your red tie. It makes Peter’s heart skip a beat. You’re just so pretty, he thinks. He feels self-conscious every time he looks at you in fear that he’s staring too intensely or for too long. You have the same exact problem but multiplied tenfold after learning about Peter’s superhero identity.

You always thought Peter was cute, pretty even. You failed to realize that he was built rather well, his biceps and strong thighs making his boyish looks even more attractive with his skin-tight suit. The two of you settle onto your couch, unsure of what an appropriate distance between you is.

The two of you compromise on the first Scream movie and thirty minutes in, you’re thigh to thigh sharing a large mug of Vampire’s Kiss back and forth. In the darkness of your living room, your features glow under the bluish light of the TV, long eyelashes casting shadows on your cheeks. Peter would be entertained just staring at you for the rest of the night counting your lashes and tracing the contour of your nose. He feels pathetic.

Your demeanor is darker than his. He ignores Ghostface’s attacks on the television and instead thinks about how antsy he feels. He wants to touch you so badly but you’re like the moon — bright and beautiful and unattainable. It doesn’t help that you’e in a suit. God, you looked in good in a suit. He thinks it’d be fun to take it off of you.

“Please don’t kill me, mister Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!” you repeat the iconic line as it’s said in the movie. Peter chuckles. “I seriously know this shit by heart. If I really wanted to, I’d recite it completely but I actually want to keep our friendship.”

Friendship. The word echoes in Peter’s head like an intrusive thought.

“I think it’s cute,” he says. Your knees are touching. His eyes are fixed on Neve Campbell as he holds his breath.

“I think you’re cute,” you shrug casually. He looks to you and you smile at him with something curious, testing the waters. He shakes his head but there’s nothing hiding his smile. “Aw, Peter. Such a humble Spiderman.”

You muss up his brown hair in a teasing manner, but really, it’s an excuse to touch him. His locks are just as soft as you expected. His eyes are black in the darkness and they’re huge, watching you carefully. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your mouth — you swear you see it. He seems to be thinking deeply but his eyes are fixed on you and nothing else. Internally, you stop caring. You make the first leap.

Peter’s eyes widen when your lips crash into his and your hands are holding his jaw. His eyes flutter closed as he kisses you back, marveling at how soft your lips are and how you taste like berries. The tension between you is a hot knife cutting through butter, a dancer on a tightrope falling through the air. It takes everything inside Peter not to reach towards your dress shirt to unbutton it. He wants to pull you haphazardly onto his lap and feel your skin but he resists. The kiss is slow and sensual. Your eyebrows furrow in concentration.

You don’t know how many minutes it’s been. It feels like time has stopped but the movie goes on. The sound of screaming from the screen takes you out of the kiss and you pull away. You feel something bubble from your throat. Is it shame? Guilt? Desire?

You choose not to tackle these emotions right now. Your eyes are wide and so are Peter’s, though the panic in your chest has you failing to notice how much wanton desire there is written all over his face. You figure you’ll blame it on the vodka.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I should’ve… asked first. I mean, no, I shouldn’t have. That was stupid. Um, I had a lot to drink and stuff. I wasn’t thinking straight.”

Peter’s face falls. You aren’t looking at him — instead, you’re staring at the TV racking your brain if you simply read the room wrong. But he kissed me back.

“It’s okay,” Peter replies quietly and you swallow the lump in your throat. Your touch is still burning into his skin. You look at him with a sad smile.

“I don’t usually do that.”

You don’t. You don’t know what came over you and you didn’t want to allow it to continue because then feelings would probably get involved. And you didn’t have the capacity to indulge it no matter how pretty you thought Peter Parker was.

Awkwardly, the two of you slouch back into the couch and resume watching the film. Peter curses himself for not convincing you how much he wants to kiss you over and over. But maybe it was a boundary issue. He wanted to respect you and believe you when you say it was a mistake, that it was poor judgment on your part to kiss him. He wouldn’t want to coerce you, of course. His heart ached all the same.

Ten minutes of painful silence between you two with Scream for background noise. Peter barely moves, refraining from taking a sip from the mug or eating popcorn from the bowl. He wants to withdraw into himself like a fucking turtle.

For the first time since the kiss, the two of you make eye contact. Your eyes crinkle with laughter when you notice that there’s fake blood smeared on Peter’s face from the kiss. Peter looks puzzled but amused, raising his hand to swipe at his face and laugh along with you.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” you mumble again, followed by a chuckle. Peter grins.

A minute of silence again. You’re biting your lip, trying to concentrate on the movie, but you can’t.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yes, Peter?”

“Remember when you kissed me?”

You peer at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah,” you breathe.

“Would you mind doing it again?”

You lean into him but he doesn’t even hesitate for your answer, locking your lips immediately. He’s consumed in you, all of you — the way your hair smells like lavender but your neck smells like amber, the way your nose feels nestled into his neck, the softness of your skin. It may be dark but he swears he has tunnel vision when his eyes flutter open just to look at you and tousled hair and pink mouth. Everything else is a blur.

“So pretty,” he mumbles, mostly to himself.

He wants to drink you in as if he was just kissing the memory of you, but in reality he has you memorized as much as you have memorized him (which was a fucking lot). He can’t wait to see the entirety of you so he can know you like the back of his hand. His senses are overloaded with you, you you, and his desire is going from innocent crush to primal lovesickness. He wishes he could capture you in your current state permanently.

You climb into his lap, straddling him and pawing at his brown locks. You stretch your neck to give him access to pepper you with wet kisses down to your collarbone. Peter pulls off your black blazer and pauses for a second, looking at you with his big, brown eyes. You smile at him as a sign of permission and he unbuttons your white blouse.

“You look really fucking hot all bloody like that,” Peter breathes. “Even though it’s fake. Is that fucked up of me?”

“Who told you it was fake?” you purr into his ear, pulling him close. The feeling of your breath tickling his skin makes him grow hard in his suit. He can’t bear wearing it any longer. You laugh quietly with venom laced in the melody. He licks where your jaw connects to your neck like a kitten.

“Mmm. Cornstarch,” Peter teases.

“You are fucked up, Peter. First date and you’re telling me you have a blood kink?” you taunt, pulling his hair so that his head is tilted up at you. He whines in response.

“I don’t,” he mumbles. “Maybe my kink is just you.”

“That’s just called wanting to fuck someone.”

“Who told you I wanted to fuck?” he raises an eyebrow.

“You kind of just did, literally. Also him,” you sneer, grinding against his length below you which emits a groan from his throat. 

You swear you hear him say “fuck, I need you” under his breath.

He picks you up from your thighs and you wrap your legs around his waist. He fumbles with you in his arms, blindly ending up in your bedroom. You’re together like a big blob full of mouths and limbs and giggles. You’re attached to his mouth even when you collapse onto your bed.

“Strip for me, Spiderman,” you whisper at him. Peter obliges and hovers his hand to the center of his chest, leaving him in his briefs. You stop for a second to admire his body, seeing him in a new light in your dim bedroom and lustful state. He doesn’t look like the nerdy boy who stumbles over his words to you in class anymore. He’s looking at you like he wants to eat you.

He takes a second to examine your room. His eyes zero in on a Led Zeppelin t-shirt on the floor by your dresser. 

“Huh. Thought you didn’t like Led Zeppelin,” he teases.

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes.

“You made fun of me for being basic,” he fake-pouts.

“It’s an ex’s,” you reply to him curtly, cutting him off with a kiss. He moans at the feeling of you palming him through his underwear and it makes you want to take him into your mouth immediately. You can feel his blushing heat with your hand caressing his face, dried blood giving him something of a heart-shaped mark adorning his cheekbones.

He’s attached to your neck and you revel in the fact that he’s a bit of a biter. The white blouse has been torn away now, which leaves you in a black-laced bra matching your trousers. It gives you an effortless, off-duty model look in Peter’s eyes. He’s ready to lick the dark red lipstick off of you and smear it around your face to make you look as fucked-out as you do in his dreams.

You straddle him and stare back at him unabashedly, lowering your head to lick a stripe from his navel to his chest. Peter’s under your spell as he watches you take off his briefs, immediately dipping your head to take him into your mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses. His mouth hangs open. You like the way he looks with red lips. You love this version of him so much, actually, the one that’s so smitten to you that he’s hypnotized, desperate for your touch. He’s pushing your head down on his cock and his moans are fucking ungodly.

Peter thinks he might cry.

You play with him in your mouth with pride and valor, squeezing his thighs with your hands and looking up at him with a honeyed gaze. The idea of coming in your mouth is extremely appealing, but Peter’s dying to feel you and make you feel even better than him right now. He hits the back of your throat and he thinks he might lose it right then and there. Another kiss to the shaft and a slow lick to the tip comes agonizingly slowly, making him whimper.

“Oh, puppy,” your voice is low. It’s so fucking sexy, Peter thinks. Feels like a knife to the throat, like a polished threat dancing around something pure and untouched. “You wanna cum?”

Peter shakes his head furiously. “Yes, but — FUCK! I-I w-want you to cum first. Please?”

“Yeah?” you bat your lashes at him innocently, despite taking him whole so that his legs are vibrating with pleasure. He’s teetering on the edge and you’re taking advantage of it.

“Pleasepleaseplease,” he begs, pulling your hair so that his cock releases from your lips with a pop.

He’s been drunk on you ever since he saw you on the fire escape and now he’s desperate to taste your cunt. You’re hovering over him now, reciprocating his sweet kisses until he flips you over and settles to the edge of the bed. He pulls your legs forcefully towards him, making you gasp. Unbuttoning your trousers, he slips them down your legs so he can reach your pussy and finally feel your soft thighs on both sides of his face.

His hot, jagged breaths fan over your core for a second before he dives into you completely. You taste just as sweet as your mouth. You grasp at his scalp automatically as if you’re off balance.

“Fuck, Peter, that feels… oh my god,” you moan in a hushed tone, pulling his hair more. He’s whining into you even though he’s taking control now. The obedient puppy. 

Your wetness makes it obscenely easy for Peter to slip two fingers into you, then a third as he sucks on your clit. There’s enough tension in your stomach for the imaginary rubber band in your head to pull to the point of breakage. You’re almost there, swallowing your cries into muffled moans and whimpers. He’s obsessed with how you’re falling apart for him. For Peter, who up until about forty five minutes ago, assumed that you were certainly too cool to like him back. The profanities tumbling out of your pretty little mouth say otherwise.

You’re starry-eyed when you come, eyes screwed shut so that the phosphenes inside your lids bounce around like colorful spotlights. You’re nearly screaming Peter’s name during your orgasm and he continues to finger you, reaching his other arm to cover your mouth with his large hand. Unfortunately, this turns you on even more and makes you want to yell from the rooftops.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, no more,” you seethe, attempting to take Peter’s hands in yours so that he’s on top of you. “Need you to fuck me now.”

He blushes as his lips meet yours again. You are wet beyond repair, too distracted with Peter’s mouth to be able to see your surroundings. Reaching for your bedside table, you accidentally knock off a few books before attempting to reach for a condom in your drawer, all while still kissing the boy. You panic for a second as you blindly grasp for something you can’t find.

Trojan boy, you remember. It’s comical, really, that some stranger provided you with aid. Your body folds so that your arms reach for your trousers on the floor. You take the condom out of your pocket and laugh breathily.

Once you’re back on the bed, Peter pins you down and groans into your mouth. He grinds himself on your body, desperate for friction, stuck on you like a moth to a flame. Taking the condom from you, he rolls it onto his length and doesn’t hesitate to rub himself to your folds.

You whine in protest impatiently. He smiles, vexing you with smugness. He bites your neck to mark him yours and palms your breast despite your frustrations, though you can’t help but melt at the wetness of his mouth. He unclasps your bra and takes a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue to it agonizingly. You feel like you’re going to explode like a broken circuit if he touches you anywhere else without being inside you.

“Peter,” you whimper. He loves hearing you say his name.

“Yes?”

You glare at him.

“What is it, Y/N?” You’re about ready to tackle him onto the ground just to pin him down and ride him. You want to wipe the teasing smile off his face.

“If you don’t fuck me within the next thirty seconds, I’m going to cut your dick off and use it as a dildo instead.”

“Morbid!” he pouts.

You pull his head down forcefully and kiss him with hunger, arching your body forward and taking his cock into your hand. You guide him into you and the both of you sigh dreamily once he’s fully in you.

Your teeth sinks into his shoulder once his thrusts get a bit faster. It’s impossible for either of you to stay composed at all. At the moment, Peter can’t think about anything at all that isn’t you. He’d be forgetting his own name if it wasn’t for you to remind him with your moans. At one point, his heart skips a beat and nearly falls out of his chest when he hears you. He’s terribly in love with every sound that comes out of your mouth and infatuated with every inch of your skin. He’d let you swallow him whole.

“You feel so good, Peter,” you whisper into his ear. “Harder. Harder.”

“You want me to be rough?” he breathes, brown curls sticking to his forehead.

You nod, babbling please like a stuttering babydoll.

He groans as he thrusts harder into you, lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders as his fingers nearly bruise your thighs from gripping so hard. His other hand is around your neck squeezing ever so slightly — the boy’s afraid of actually hurting you. He wants to handle you like delicate glass.

“Fuck, Y/N, I-I think I’m close.”

“Me too,” you hum, eyes half-lidded peering at the beautiful boy. He’s so pretty like this, reddish cheeks matching his raw mouth. You shake under him as your orgasm hits you like lightning. If this was a movie, maybe your body would be glowing.

Peter comes right after you with a groan, thrusts getting slower and sloppier as his wheezed breath crescendos into whimpers. You want to bottle the sound of his orgasm. If you weren’t so blissed out from your own orgasm, you might’ve found shame in that thought.

He’s laughing breathily, voice shaking into your collarbone, and so are you. A lovers’ dopamine high permeates the two of you. He pulls out of you to dispose of the condom quickly and seconds later sprawls his nude body onto your bed, breathing heavily. You look at him with the brightest smile and he returns it.

“Would you wanna go on a date with me?” he asks, gazing at your ceiling.

“Is this Peter asking me or Spiderman?” you lift yourself with an elbow, getting closer to him.

“Whichever… one you’d say yes to…?” Peter’s brow furrows as he frowns.

“That really depends.”

“Well, you kind of just got fucked by both of us, then.”

“Fine,” you sigh, pecking him on the cheek. “And you can make me the drinks next time."

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[itsallyscorner]

hey. can u do part 2 to the’ Being a High School Student on A Marvel Set’? :)

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Period Buddies

Pairing: platonic!Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, platonic!Anthony Mackie x teen!reader

Summary: I’m currently on my period so I wrote this to help me cope:) Basically Anthony and Seb being the biggest and supportive guys to you during your period:)

Warnings: Umm not much, some mentions of blood and periods.

Hello my love!💞 Thank you for the request! I was actually planning on making another ‘High School student’ fic with the Marvel cast, so I decided to use that idea for this request! I hope you like it🥰 Also sorry I haven’t uploaded a fic in a while; I was lacking motivation to write and school was pretty hectic😭 Thank you for your patience my loves x

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fluturaș - little butterfly

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You were laid out along your couch in your trailer, a fluffy Sherpa blanket wrapped around you and your head resting atop two soft pillows. You were laid on your stomach, the pressure of the couch slightly helping with the stinging pain in your lower abdomen. Your geography teacher was teaching via Zoom, though your laptop was on the coffee table that was inches away from you; knowing you weren’t feeling your best, you’ve decided to stay on the couch for school and moved the table closer to the couch so everything was within your reach. You had been lazily taking notes—or attempting to with the remaining energy you could muster up.

You had been surprised by the devil himself when you woke up earlier today at around six in the morning. You knew your monthly was coming; with the constant cravings, body aches, and the newly developed pimple gracing your face, your period was around the corner. And you were right, a dark red stain was splotched onto your white floral bedsheets when you woke up today. What a way to start the morning.

Yes, no woman ever felt their best during their period. You were always bloated, hungry, and blood was constantly flowing out of you, yet you were still expected to show up to both work and school. Not to mention, the pain you were currently enduring was making it really difficult for you to to focus on anything. Your teacher’s voice seemed to fade into the background as your body was blinded with the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen. You may have been overreacting, but everything just hurt.

Geography was your midway class, meaning that you were halfway through your school day. Which also meant that you were soon to be called to set. You had a lunch break and some time to do your homework, but either way you still had to get to set. Usually you’d be antsy to get the school day over with, practically buzzing to get to get into your costume and do some stunts with your two favorite guys on set. Although today was different, the thought of heading to set and being active felt dreadful. You just wanted to curl up into a ball, snuggle into your Sherpa blanket, and take a well deserved nap.

Your teacher’s voice was interrupted by a knock on your door. Already knowing who it was, you let out a faint “come in” to the two men outside your trailer. A second passes before your trailer’s door slowly opens and Anthony’s head pops from behind it. His sparkling yet dark brown eyes and toothy grin etched onto his friendly features. Sebastian pops up behind him, an equally wide smile on his face as he wiggled a white take away box in the air.

“What’s up buttercup.” They cheerfully greet you.

Though both of the men’s smiles drop once they see you bundled up on the couch. Anthony fully enters your trailer, Sebastian following suit. Approaching your little set up, Anthony glances at your laptop.

“Isn’t your camera on? Did your teacher allow you to attend school like this?” He asks you. He knew you were a responsible kid and had no troubles keeping up with your education. But that’s the thing, you were still a kid. Having kids of his own, he knew how unmotivated children can get in the middle of the school year and the laziness that came along with it. Seeing you lounging on the couch while your teacher was lecturing was just a bit concerning for him.

You stiffly nod, “My camera’s off. I just don’t feel good.”

The last sentence catches both of the grown men’s attention. Sebastian rounds the corner of the coffee table and hovers over you, observing your face. He softly places the back of his hand onto your forehead, checking for any alarming warmth.

“You’re a bit warm, but it’s probably because of the blanket.” He mutters, choosing to sit on the arm rest of the couch. “You alright, fluturaș?” He looks down at you in concern, lips tilting down into a small frown.

Anthony had settled beside your feet, one of his arms using your ankles as an arm rest. Strangely enough his arm brought you comfort instead of adding to the ache in your legs.

“I’m just—I’m on my period.” You mumbled in response. You wait for the awkward tension to build but it never came. You glance at the two men and see the realization settle in them.

“And I have really bad cramps at the moment, that it’s just hard to do anything. So I decided to stay on the couch today.” You explain with a slight shrug. They didn’t understand the pain you were going through, but they understood what you meant. While the both of them had female friends and what not, they were somewhat aware of what you were going through.

Anthony claps his hands to his thighs, “Alright, it’s ok to give yourself some rest. You just relax and listen to whatever your teacher’s going on about.” He motions to your laptop and continues, “Is there anything we can do to help you?”

While taking down notes, you momentarily glance at them, “No it’s fine, you guys already brought me food. Thanks, by the way.”

They didn’t want to leave you alone, you were clearly not feeling well and they both wanted to do something. They couldn’t do anything about the pain from your menstrual cycle, but they can help distract you from the pain.

“No, we’re gonna help you. Have you eaten ever since breakfast? I’ll spoon feed you if I have to.” Sebastian insists. You thought he was joking, but when you looked at his face he was serious.

“I had a brownie—wait, aren’t you guys supposed to be filming?” You question the both of them.

“Something went wrong on set so now we have a few hours or something till they figure it out.” Anthony answers, scrolling through his phone. He abruptly stands up to his feet and heads towards the door. You and Seb send him a questioning look.

“I’ll be back.” With that he pulls your door open and jogs out, leaving you and Sebastian in your trailer. You decide to tune back into your class, resuming to take down notes from the slides your teacher shared. Suddenly, a large hand gets in the way of your notebook.

“Gimme that.” Sebastian takes the pencil and notebook from you, placing them on his lap and staring at your screen. His eyes scan the PowerPoint, looking for the part you left off on. He hums when he finds it and began to write the notes himself.

“What are you doing?” You raise a brow at him, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in Bucky’s clothes, minus the black and gold ‘metal’ arm. He was still sat on the arm rest, slightly slouching so he could bend down to use his lap as a table.

“I’m doing your notes for you.” He answers nonchalantly. He motions to the white take away box on your coffee table, “Eat your lunch, I got this.”

You hesitate to sit up, feeling bad that Sebastian was doing your notes. Though, he did insist on doing it and you weren’t feeling your best. After an internal argument with yourself, you decided to let it slide and let Sebastian do your notes. Besides, he looked like he was enjoying taking notes on agriculture regions and the different types of farming.

“Are you sure, Seb?” You ask him again, slowly sitting up on the couch. He responds with a distracted ‘mhm’, his eyes focused on your notebook and his tongue sticking out in concentration. You quietly thank him and get up to use the bathroom.

While you were gone doing your business, Anthony had entered your trailer again. This time he had a plate full of brownies, a medium sized cup of ice cream from the vending machine, and one of those red hot water bottles in his arms.

“Where’s the kid?” He balances the things in his arms while carefully placing the plate of brownies onto your coffee table. Anthony locates your mini fridge and stores the ice cream in the freezer.

“Bathroom.” Sebastian acknowledged, still focused on writing the notes correctly in your notebook. He made sure to write neatly and copy the way you organized your notes. Saving you the hassle of missing out on important parts of the lesson and from decoding his personally sloppy writing.

Anthony empties his pockets to reveal more of your favorite snacks from crafties and the vending machine. “So...what are you doing?”

“I’m in geography class.” Anthony snorts at his friend before taking a look at your laptop screen, “And what are y’all learning in geography class?”

“Pastoral nomadism.” Seb bluntly answers. With his arms now free of the items he brought, Anthony decided to tidy up your couch. He folded your blanket neatly, fluffed your pillows, and made space for Seb to actually sit on the couch.

“What the hell is pastoral nomadism?” Anthony thought out loud.

“It’s when people travel from place to place with domesticated animals. It’s usually practiced in dry land climates.” Sebastian explains, eyes never faltering from the screen or your notebook. Anthony let’s out a sound of approval at Seb’s explanation. When he was done cleaning up your couch, he took the white take away box and headed to your kitchen. Emptying the contents of the container onto one of your plates, heating the food up for you.

You walk into the kitchen section of your trailer, shutting the bathroom door behind you. A delicious aroma lingers in the air, your nose picks up on the smell, sending it straight to your stomach. In response, your stomach lets out a low growl, making Anthony snicker at you.

“I’m heating up the food.” Anthony mentions as you pass by him. You thank him with a small smile as he gently nudges his shoulder against yours.

“Want me to make tea or something? I heard it helps reduce the cramps.” You raise a brow at him amusingly, “Where’d you hear that?”

“I read it on Google. You know, research, gotta make sure our girl’s comfortable.” He proudly tells you. Your heart warms at the fact that both him and Seb were willingly helping you while you were in pain. The microwave dings catching both yours and Anthony’s attention.

As he gingerly takes the plate out he asks you, “You wanna eat at the table or the couch.”

“The couch, I still wanna listen in on the lesson.” For a moment you forgot that you were supposed to still be at school, taking notes, and listening to your teacher teach the lesson. You enter the living room and sit next to Seb, who’s hand was digging into your pencil case.

“Want me to take over?”

“Nah, I got it, I’m too invested to stop. Which one?” He held up three of your highlighters, one was light blue, another was a peachy pink, and the other was a typical yellow highlighter. You grin, picking the peachy pink one. He tosses the other two back into your pencil case and uncaps the highlighter. While your teacher wraps up class, he began to highlight the new terms from today’s class.

“Here ya go.” Anthony sang; grabbing a pillow, placing it onto your lap, and carefully setting the plate of chicken teriyaki fried rice on top of it. You happily thank him and began to dig in. He slumps onto the couch beside you, “Tell me if you need anything else. I’ve got ice cream in the freezer, brownies, a hot water bottle, and a whole box of tea.” He throws his arm around your shoulder, letting it rest against the back of the couch.

You pause your eating, pouting at the two men beside you, “You guys really don’t have to do this. But I appreciate it so much, thank you.”

Seb looks at you over his shoulder, sending you a sweet smile, “Anything to make you happy, fluturaș.”

Anthony squeezes your shoulder, “Anytime munchkin, starting today till you’re not a ketchup packet anymore, Seb and I’ll be your period buddies.”

You snort shaking your head at him, “Again, I appreciate it Ant, but please don’t call yourselves period buddies.”

“What’s wrong with period buddies? You’re on your period and we’re all a bunch of buddies. It makes perfect sense!” Anthony reasoned defensively. Seb looks at the both of you over his shoulder again, “I like period buddies.”

“See! Thank you.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the two. “Fine, period buddies it is.”

Your geography teacher wraps the lesson up and ends the Zoom call. Seb shuts your notebook and puts it to the side. Clapping his hands, he asks you, “Alright, what class do we have next?”

“Calculus.” You smirk, followed by the groans of Anthony and Sebastian filling your trailer.

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