#CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER

[themarginalthinker]

completely normal thoughts on how one line in The Lost Boys changed the entire fucking view of the Boys

very totally normal how before, for nearly 90% of the rest of the movie was just 'bad boy vampire bikers' and 'wouldst thou like to live to sick 80s rock backdrop and leather' and 'come to the dark side of your lust and aggression'

but then

in the last fifteen minutes

Paul says something that a horror movie monster shouldn't, and it forever altered how every watcher viewed the supposed antagonists of this story and sparked every fix-it fic I've yet read in this fandom

"You killed Marko."

the pain. the accusation. the revenge for what we can only now see as a fallen family member

very, very normal thoughts.

[wexhappyxfew]

I would love love love anything about Annie and Francis and any of the prompts from list 1!! It’s a vague prompt but their dynamic is so interesting to me, I love anything you’d want to write with those two ugh 💖💖

AH HELLO!!! :D the second i saw this come in, i got so incredibly be excited because there is truly so much to flesh out about their entire dynamic - the idea of this replacement pilot coming in for Silver Bullets, with a crew struggling intensely after the loss of their previous pilot, a copilot (francis our beloved) who is struggling a whole lot more than she thought, having to navigate all she is feeling - yes....it makes for quite the dynamic! so THANK YOU for this, as i got to explore this dynamic a bit more, which was fun! :) annie and francis definitely hold a special connection and dissecting that is important and fun! so please enjoy annie bradshaw and francis montez in this piece!

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Annie had practically stumbled out of Silver Bullets, clutching the gash on her cheek like all her teeth were about to fall out, blinking to get the sweat from her eyes, squinting at the bright flicker of the sun somewhere above her, attempting her best to gather her bearings. It was kind of crazy - having just been blasting through the sky moments earlier, explosives dropping from the belly of the fort to kill anything that was below, to now clambering upon the ground like she was a newborn fawn.

Lieutenant Montez had made a quick show of herself at Interrogation, giving her observations in stringent, snippy strings of words and then promptly left thereafter, ignoring Bessie's calls as she did so.

Annie, being well Annie, had gotten herself a cup of coffee and gotten one for Lieutenant Montez and followed. Admittedly, they hadn't gotten off on the right foot and it seemed if anything, Lieutenant Montez had it out for her somehow. Whether it was because she was taking her time wishing it was Captain Birdie Faulkner instead of Lieutenant Annie Bradshaw, or that Annie really just wasn't that great of a pilot in her eyes, Lieutenant Montez had made every effort to avoid Annie when she could.

Following where Lieutenant Montez had gone, Annie took the stab to call England beautiful at this current point in time was something that was a stretch of the imagination, but it was the truth - blue skies, the sun, the world around them lush with greenery - yeah, Annie's definition of summer beauty was in fact this.

Walking into the barracks for the women of Silver Bullets, she heard the soft whimper before she even saw that it was Lieutenant Montez. Annie could see the tears in Lieutenant Montez's eyes as she had darted away, the way her hands had shaken as she described not seeing the parachutes from one of the B-17s to their right, the way her voice had broken and cracked just as she recounted when the bombs had dropped.

Lieutenant Montez was sat on the edge of her cot, head in her hands, her stomach heaving up and down as she tried to get some air into her lungs.

Annie slowly stepped forward, the bandage on her cheek making her look like a wacky cartoon character, her hair that was in those adorable braids, braided by Judy, now charred and in a thousand directions on her head, along with her current attire, slick with sweat, blood, and previously freezing cold air. She was a sight.

"Lieutenant Montez?" Annie called stepping forward, the coffee burning the palm of her hand a bit as she entered the dimly lit barracks, "Saw you dart away without getting some coffee." The whimpers stopped, the shaking stopped and Lieutenant Montez went quiet.

"I'm fine," managed Lieutenant Montez, "really." Annie bit back her lip and stepped forward.

"Look, I….I just wanted you to know that whatever you're feeling…you're….you're not alone up there," Annie said, "we're all feeling that in our own ways. And I'm sorry, I really am." Lieutenant Montez looked upwards from her palms, cheeks flushed, eyes filled with tears, wide-eyed and blood-shot and stared at her.

"I'm fine, Lieutenant Bradshaw," she managed, "and right now, I'd like to be left alone."

Annie, staring at her now copilot, a complete wreck, knew walking away from this situation would do more harm than good in the long run.

They had to pilot Silver Bullets together.

They had to be one.

They couldn't be on completely different mindsets, different trajectories for the forward progress of the mission.

And more importantly, Annie couldn't have her copilot continually having breakdowns after each mission without her trying to help in some way.

They all dealt with the way the war was in their own ways.

But knowing Lieutenant Montez was dealing with it alone; Annie couldn't standby.

"I know I'm the last person you probably want to see, but you're also my copilot." Annie said firmly, placing the coffee on the table beside the potbelly stove. Annie knelt down in front of Lieutenant Montez, knees drawn up to her chest, eyes narrowed and her gaze holding her copilot's.

"I'm not expecting you to be okay after any of these God-forsaken missions, alright?" Annie said, watching as Lieutenant Montez regarded her with a distinctly cold gaze, "We land that thing and I'm just glad we're seeing the ground again, all of us are."

"But I want you to know that it's okay to be feeling all of those emotions," Annie said quietly, "going up there, seeing what we see, all that killing. It's not normal, but it's war. And we're dealing with it in our own ways. And it sucks, it really does. But you're not alone." Lieutenant Montez watched her, bottom lip quivering slightly before she seemed to gather herself.

"I don't hate you, Lieutenant Bradshaw," Lieutenant Montez said softly, "if you think I did, then you've been really reading too much into all this happy horseshit." Annie watched her; it grew quiet. And suddenly she was staring at the shell of a person who was in more emotional pain than warranted.

"You remind me of her, that's all," Lieutenant Montez said, her voice breaking at the 'her', "of Captain Faulkner, of Birdie. So seeing you take that hit to the face really made me react in a way I didn't expect. Because it was like it was happening all over again." Annie stared at her, hard. Her jaw clenched, her eyes watering from not blinking, her breathing staggered.

That's why Lieutenant Montez had stared at her that way, looking at her as if seeing a ghost, seeing someone she had once been so close with, now gone, but all over again right there. Over their masks in the cockpit, they could only read each other's eyes and despite the few times they'd shared the cockpit together, Annie had read Lieutenant Montez, who kept herself behind high walls, like an open book. She'd been scared, that it was happening again. Annie wasn't about to let the Germans have it as they wanted, though, not like that.

"I'm not going to let the Germans have a go at me in a cockpit, Lieutenant Montez, I can promise you that," Annie said, "you are my copilot. And your emotional sanity is more important to me than anything else, alright?" Lieutenant Montez slowly nodded. Annie reached forward, placing a hand on her shoulder and nodding at her.

"You're my copilot." Annie said with a firm nod, "Hate me to the moon and back, but you're my copilot. And Silver Bullets is our fort, and we'll fly her until war's end. Together." Lieutenant Montez watched her, something softening behind her hardened gaze and she nodded.

"Captain Faulkner would be proud, I know that," Annie said quietly, "now, drink some coffee, get yourself changed and come get some food." Lieutenant Montez watched her, still regarding her at a distant, but nodded.

"Yes, ma'am," she said and Annie smiled with a nod. Annie slowly pulled herself to her knees and watched as Lieutenant Montez stood and took one of the coffee cups - the one with the handle (something Annie backlogged), and then moved towards the doorway.

"Oh, Lieutenant Bradshaw?" Annie glanced towards Lieutenant Montez and raised a brow.

"Birdie woulda liked you." Lieutenant Montez said with an attempt at a smile. Then she nodded, stepping out and evaded the barracks. Annie took a moment to stand there. She hoped Birdie would've been proud, too.

[faeriecap]

nat’s friendship with steve in the mcu is so sweet and also like the only ACTUAL friendship we see between two og avengers besides like idk clintasha which was originally written as a romance so does it even count??

[wikipediadogdotnet]

wanted to share my favorite art pieces from the google drive collection of 300 free-to-use palestine-related posters by Artists Against Apartheid

poster numbers: 10, 102, 128 226, 20 34, 204, 127 158, 176, 26

[theoldkyokodied]

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

[huanghying]

an excuse to draw zoro in the tb hoodie 🫣

[sporesgalaxy]

TWO THANGS

when I say "love" with no descriptors, I don't mean romantic by default

when I say "art" with no descriptors, I don't mean visual by default

[lokiusly]

Loki gave free will to everyone, but once in a while, they would create small victories for Mobius.

When it rained, and there was no shelter for Mobius, somehow a forgotten umbrella would appear next to him.

And when Mobius went to order pastries at a local cafe, he would feel that no matter how long the line was, it always quickened when he stood on the queue.

Loki became the god of stories. And Mobius became the main character.

[c-tepx]

as much as he cares for others laios is so bad at caring for himself. like. he looks like a dog left by owners

[johnwickistheworstmovie]

the way victors always tried to protect each other because they are the only ones who know what they went through. the way haymitch fought to make sure they didn’t alter katniss’s body. how haymitch fought against finnick sharing his stories to protect him from the memories. how katniss was ready to mercy kill beetee when she thought they were taken by the capitol. how katniss made it a stipulation for the victors taken captive be given pardon no matter what. even enobaria. how peeta comforted the victor from 6 as she was dying. they all protected each other whatever way they could. because they were the only ones there for each other really

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bonus 8: How met your mother (CSSR design by @qourmet!)

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[bluerosefox]

Gray and Graysons

One of the Bats has a secret. Something they never told to the others.

They were so very young but they have memories of a sibling, so small and tiny. They remember the burst of warmth they had in their heart when they held the tiny baby for just a moment.

But they weren’t allowed to keep them, their family couldn’t raise them. Money was tight, just enough for three but not for four, despite their shows always bringing in a crowd it was getting harder and harder for the world to be wowed by them in the new age and their sibling was too small and tiny and needed to be cared in a single place than for them to be on the road. Their lifestyle was not good for his tiny sibling apparently.

They had to watch as their parents gave his sibling away to people in suits, them promising to give his baby brother to a loving family when they find a ‘home’ for him. He watched his parents try to be strong only for his mother to break down once the car left down the road, his father holding her and apologizing, the rest of the circus troupe all silently coming over to give the heartbroken family condolences.

Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson had tears running down his face when he last saw his baby brother.

A brother he got to name before he had to be given away.

Daniel ‘Danny’ Grayson.

-x-x-

Dick never told the others. If anyone dug deep into his past they might find his brother’s birth records maybe, if someone got around to digitizing the paperwork for him but given the fact he was placed in the US childcare systems just a few days after his birth and the fact that Dick was still pretty young they most likely believed he didn’t remember his baby brother now. Not after so many years.

But they were wrong, Dick remembers. And he kept the secret close to his heart and memories.

And the only physical evidence he had was a single picture of him holding his brother, a smile on his tiny face towards their father who had taken the photo of them together. When he had lost his parents, lost most of the things that connected him to them, to his past in the circus that had been his whole life, had been taken from him in Gotham’s ruthless childcare system, he held on tight to the picture in secret. Hid it away from anyone trying to rip it from him, hid it from Bruce when the man took him in days later, hid it from Alfred despite how gentle the butler was towards him. He couldn’t, wouldn’t risk losing his photo at the time, he hadn’t trusted anyone and by the time he did he didn’t have the heart to reveal it.

So yes, the existence of his baby brother Danny was his most guarded and best kept secret.

So that’s why Dick, as Nightwing, nearly died from a heart attack when leaving a Justice League meeting he spotted a familiar face among one of the new engineers working in the Watchtower.

It was like seeing a young version of himself. Only, Dick could see that the young man was more than a copy of him, so much more than a clone. He held many traces of John Grayson but also had a bit more of Mary Grayson than Dick did. Small details that Dick foggely remembers taking note when he had held his baby brother.

“Hey, hurry up with that report Gray!” Shouted the head engineer from down the hall, his hand beckoning the young adult to come over.

“Coming! And boss, I told you Danny is fine!” Danny shouted back before hurriedly leaving a stunned Nightwing.

[bamimilyt6]

neil gaiman: good omens is a love story!

the fandom: omg a love story 🥰

neil gaiman: *writes a plot line about miscommunication and how that leads to the main pair temporarily "breaking up", which is very much linked to the romance genre*

the fandom:

[mayhemspreadingguy]

Lost boys

[pixelbumblebee]

The one tiny gesture that is still on my mind is Edwin fixing the collar of Charles' coat when he's trying to console him about being a good person. I always think of Rexstrew talking about in interviews how Edwin would have grown up in a time where any showing of affection would have been frowned upon. He's doing the absolute most for Charles in that scene within the boundaries of what he thinks are still acceptable. No damn wonder he froze when Charles reciprocates the gesture with the most heartfelt, thankful hug.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

they should kill each other over ethan actually